#why is this under the lee jordan tag

[jordanswitches]

finally got some feathersss so expect a photoshoot with them at some point and a vid of me using them between my toes rnfnjfjfjfj

[wosowrites]

I’ll Take Care of You (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Warnings: ⚠️homophobia⚠️

A/n: based off the song Take Care by Beach House. Also I know a few things aren’t accurate but just pretend. The words in itallics are the song lyrics :)

Prompt: Little moments of the reader and Leah taking care of each other, and just being in love.

Stand beside it, we can’t hide the way it makes us glow

You and Leah were standing in front of a yellow-ish back drop, both wearing fashionable outfits and getting ready to take pictures. You would be the first duo on the cover of the British GQ MOTY magazine, and you were ecstatic to be on the cover of a magazine, it was a first for you. You were both styled by the incredible Angelo Mitakos. Leah’s first outfit was a big baggy pair of jeans and a white tee shirt, along with a black captains armband and a pair of white sneakers. She looked amazing. You, however, we’re wearing a similar look but with beige trousers, and a white tee shirt, along with black mary janes and white socks. "Stand beside it! It makes you glow." Leah laughed as you stood directly under a bright light, squinting. Leah grabbed her phone and took a picture of you. She then walked to you and showed it. You looked adorable, your arms flopping at your side like an angry kid, your eyes small due to the squinting and your skin shiny from all the subtle makeup they had put on you.

It’s no good unless it grows, feel this burning love of mine, deep inside the ever spinning, tell me does it feel?

You and Leah were in the backyard of her childhood home, gardening. Her mother and father were inside, cooking away and laughing together, a happy old couple. You wished for that with Leah as you watched them, dancing around the kitchen and laughing. You soon felt a finger swipe your cheek and your head swivlled around to see Leah laughing at you her left hand covered in dirt. "Leah Williamson! I’ll tell your mother!" You threatened, wiping the dirt off your cheek but smiling at her wildly. "Focus on the carrots! If you plant them wrong then they won’t grow. They’re not good unless they grow!" Leah said, pointing at the carrot seeds you were supposed to be planting. You looked back at Leah and lunged on her, making her fall over into the grass. Leah shrieked but let you lie on top of her. "What are you doing?" She laughed. "My overalls are gonna be dirty." She said, looking at you. You placed your palms on both side of her body and looked down at her. You smiled and leaned down to pepper her face with kisses. Suddenly, you switched positions, grabbing her back and rolling so that she was over you. "Now my overalls are dirty too." You said, looking into her ocean blue eyes. "I hope you know how much I love you. How my heart… burns for you." Leah said to you, propping herself over you with her arms. You tilted your head slightly at her words. "I do know. I do, Lee."

It’s no good unless it’s real, hillsides burning, wild-eyed turning, till we’re running from it

You stood in a shoe store. Staring at a pair of supposedly vintage 1980 jordan’s. They were your dream shoes. But you wanted to know if they were real. If they were authentic. "Baby… I love shoes, and I love you. But you’ve been looking at those same shoes for thirty five minutes." Leah whined. You spun around to look at her. "I don’t want to ask him if there authentic. It’s rude." You said, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. "Then I’ll ask." Leah said, standing up and walking towards a man that worked there. She had a quick word with him and then walked back to you. "They’re authentic. He says you can check the tag in the shoe yourself." Leah said, walking behind you and placing her hands on your waist as you grabbed the shoe off the shelf. "Oh yeah… he’s right. It feels authentic." You smiled. "Why does it matter so much if it’s real or not?" Leah asked. "You’re joking! It’s no good unless it’s real, Leah." You said to her.

I’d take care of you, if you asked me to

"Yes. I promise. It’s all good. Serve yourself anything from the pantry, she won’t mind." You told Leah over the phone. You were staying at your sisters house while she was on vacation with her boyfriend. You and your sister both lived in London, but the heater in yours and leah’s apartment was broken so you were staying at your older sisters place. "I love you too, Leah-" you told her. "Yes! I’m sure! Leah just take something darling! I’ll be home in 20." You repeated, laughing and hanging up. You were in line at a coffee shop, your sister didn’t own a coffee machine and you and Leah were extremely coffee deprived. "It’s wrong you know." A voice said behind you. You turned around to look at a beefy looking man. "Excuse me?" You asked confused. "You’re a fucking dyke. God doesn’t forgive that." He said loudly. People were looking at the both of you now, but you chose to be the bigger person and you just turned to look in front of you, trying to hide the fact that your heart was beating stupid fast. "Fucking sinner. We should shoot you all in the fucking head." He yelled at you, pushing your back and sending you flying forwards, hitting your head against the counter and feeling warm blood trickle down your forehead. He left quickly after that and customers as well as baristas surrounded you and helping you up. A nice man gave you napkins and the barista gave you your order for free. But you walked the short walk home shaking. And when you got home, you broke down crying. "Baby, baby, what’s wrong?" Leah said, quickly coming up to you and taking the coffees from your hand. She put them on the counter and kneeled beside you as you had slipped down to the floor. You explained to her between hiccups what had happened. That night, you feel asleep with your bodies tangled, Leah holding you tightly, and her words of love in your ear. "I’ll take care of you. You’ll be okay."

In a year…

One year together. One year with Leah. How did you celebrate? Hiking. You both loved hiking. You rented a convertible, drove one hour to the best hiking spot in England, blasted music on the drive there and then climbed up the most breathtaking mountain. Once you got to the top, you installed a picnic and watched the sunset together. "You could?" Leah said to you. "No. I dont get cold." You lied, goose bumps on your arms. Leah trailed her fingers up your arm. "You sure about that?" It was a bit colder now that the sun had set, and you could only see Leah through a lamp you guys had brought. "Okay i’m a tad cold." You said. Leah pulled out her hoodie from her bag and handed it to you. You slipped it on and then both decided to get going back to the car. The hike back down was filled with laughter, teasing and kisses, and as you drove back home in the dark, the stars bright, the roof down, the air warm, you watched Leah sleep out of the corner of your eyes.

…or two,

Leah’s POV:

Two years with y/n. Two years with the girl that makes my world spin every day. Two years with the girl that makes my heart beat, and sometimes, my blood boil. But I wouldn’t trade her for the world. For our anniversary, we took a week off and went to spain. We visited Lucy and Keira and hung out with the Barcelona squad. We sightseed, hiked, and went to see the Barca men’s team play Real Madrid. It was a very exciting game. Eventually, we went out to eat supper on your last day. Eating late made y/n grumpy, but we didn’t really have a choice due to everything opening so late. When we had had a supper of tapas, i walked back, hand in hand with y/n, to our hotel and she fell asleep right away in your bed. I smiled at her tired figure, slipping off her shoes and socks and throwing a cover over her. I took a quick picture of her and gathered my favorite photographs of her to make an anniversary post. I looked down at her beautiful person, smiling at her slightly open mouth. I sat down beside her in bed, pulling the covers over us. I played with her scattered hair on her pillow, looking at her with nothing but love. "I love you. I love you so much. I love how you sleep, and how you play football. And I love how you smell and how you look disgusted when your confused. I. Love. You." I told her, before falling asleep.

You say swimming in the lake, we’ll come across a snake

Leah’s only secret from you was her fear of snakes. She hated them, but it was embarrassing to her, so she never told anyone. Most of the Arsenal girls had rented a big cottage together for a week they had off, it was chaotic, but amazing. The cottage had its own personal lake, and the girls were going to take advantage of it. You were sharing a room with Leah, Beth and Viv. It would not be a romantic holiday. But you didn’t mind, you were happy for this team bonding opportunity with the girls. In the washroom, you and Leah were taking your turn to change. Leah slipped on a black bikini that you tied in the back, you loved how they showed off her tattoos and her abs. You followed suite by putting on blue bikini with white flowers on them. You loved this bikini. "I can’t believe you didn’t bring the one I got you!" Leah whined as you both walked out of the room with jean shorts on. "Leah that bikini is for when our friends aren’t around." You laughed.

The lake was surprisingly warm, and some people swam and splashed around for a while, while other chose to just tan. Katie, Viv, you, Beth, Leah, Gio and Rafa were in the water the longest, playing with a ball, doing chicken fights and just messing around. But eventually you got tired. "I’m going out." You told the girls who whined. Leah grabbed your waist and spun you around as you tried to walk away, brining you in to a kiss as the girls cheered. "I’ll join you in a few minutes." Leah said. "Okay then." You smiled. You walked out of the water and onto the beach and lied down on your towel beside Lotte and Sabrina. You laid on your stomach, soaking in the sun when you heard a loud screech and splashing. You sat up to see Leah running out of the water and toward you. You stood up quickly and Leah took the opportunity to tackle you into a hug. You put your hands over her head, holding her steady. You knew it was nothing serious as you saw the girls in the water chuckle. "What is it baby?" You asked, laughing a bit. "It’s not funny! There was a snake in the water!" Leah said, still holding you tightly against her. "Water snakes aren’t poisonous. Not in this part of the world anyways." You whispered to her, gently strolling her wet hair. She eventually pulled away and looked at you with a frown. "I don’t like snakes. At all." She said. "I know." You answered. Leah looked at you suspiciously. "No you don’t. It’s my secret. I’ve never told anyone." Leah said. You smiled at her lovingly and tapped the towel beside you. She sat down beside you, resting her head on your shoulder. "You refuse to watch the second harry potter movie and when we watch any of the other movies you excuse yourself to the washroom, or to get more snacks every time Nagini is on screen. I was looking to get another tattoo and you were adamant on not letting me get a snake tattoo. I know you." You told her. Leah stayed silent for a while before lifting her head from your shoulder and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I take care of you, Leah. You know that."

Feel it’s heartbeat, feel what you hear, far so fast it feels too late

Today had been a bad day. You were experiencing horrible period pain and all of training you were making mistake after mistake. It got so bad you took yourself off the pitch an hour in. You had asked Leah for a moment to yourself as she tried to follow you into the changing room and she respected that which you were thankful for. You were unhappy, in pain and angry. You had thrown your cleat against the wall and then doubled over from the cramps. Now, it was 9:00 pm and your head was lying on Leah’s chest. Your hand was over her heart, you liked feeling what you could hear, and her heart beating, knowing it was beating for you, that was the most comforting thing ever.

I’d take care of you, if you asked me too, in a year or two

Leceister v Arsenal. It was the 47th minute when a corner was taken for Arsenal. The ball was sent in and Leah made a run towards the front post, the ball hitting her head awkwardly. She didn’t go down but you jogged over to her, noticing the dazed and foggy look in her eyes. "You okay?" You told her, a hand on her back. "Yeah. Get back to your position." She said almost incomprehensibly. You nodded but made a point of walking close to her. She only made it to the outside of the box when she started falling to her knees, clearly having passed out. You were expecting that to happen, or at least, you were ready for it. you grabbed her under the arms and caught her fall. She leaned forward on her arms as medics came running over. Head injuries were taken very seriously. You stayed by her side the whole time as the woman too a look at Leah’s head. Eventually, she got back up and was okay to continue. You clapped her on the back and smiled at her, leaving your position. When the game ended and both teams made it to the tunnel, you found Leah and hugged her. "Shit. Don’t do that again." You told her, pulling away and cupping her face. "I’ll try." Leah laughed.

[elisedonut]

Every single time Penelope Clearwater is mentioned or is in a scene in Harry Potter

because there are not very many so it's easy to do

i will put under a read more so it doesn't take over the tag though

“The Slytherins always come up to breakfast from over there,” said Ron, nodding at the entrance to the dungeons. The words had barely left his mouth when a girl with long, curly hair emerged from the entrance.

“Excuse me,” said Ron, hurrying up to her. “We’ve forgotten the way to our common room.”

“I beg your pardon?” said the girl stiffly. “Our common room? I’m a Ravenclaw.”

She walked away, looking suspiciously back at them.

Madam Pomfrey was bending over a sixth-year girl with long, curly hair. Harry recognized her as the Ravenclaw they’d accidentally asked for directions to the Slytherin common room. And on the bed next to her was — “HermioneY’ Ron groaned.

“That’s two Gryffindors down, not counting a Gryffindor ghost, one Ravenclaw, and one Hufflepuff,” said the Weasley twins’ friend Lee Jordan, counting on his fingers. “Haven’t any of the teachers noticed that the Slytherins are all safe? Isn’t it obvious all this stuff’s coming from Slytherin? The Heir of Slytherin, the monster of Slytherin — why don’t they just chuck all the Slytherins out?” he roared, to nods and scattered applause.

Percy Weasley was sitting in a chair behind Lee, but for once he didn’t seem keen to make his views heard. He was looking pale and stunned.

“Percy’s in shock,” George told Harry quietly. “That Ravenclaw girl — Penelope Clearwater — she’s a prefect. I don’t think he thought the monster would dare attack a prefect.”

“The basilisk kills people by looking at them. But no one’s died — because no one looked it straight in the eye. Colin saw it through his camera. The basilisk burned up all the film inside it, but Colin just got Petrified. Justin ... Justin must’ve seen the basilisk through Nearly Headless Nick! Nick got the full blast of it, but he couldn’t die again ... and Hermione and that Ravenclaw prefect were found with a mirror next to them. Hermione had just realized the monster was a basilisk. I bet you anything she warned the first person she met to look around corners with a mirror first! And that girl pulled out her mirror — and — ”

“Ginny — what did you see Percy doing, that he didn’t want you to tell anyone?”

“Oh, that,” said Ginny, giggling. “Well — Percy’s got a girlfriend.”

Fred dropped a stack of books on George’s head. “What?”

“It’s that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater,” said Ginny. “That’s who he was writing to all last summer. He’s been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom one day. He was so upset when she was — you know — attacked. You won’t tease him, will you?” she added anxiously.

“The sooner we get on the train, the better,” he said. “At least I can get away from Percy at Hogwarts. Now he’s accusing me of dripping tea on his photo of Penelope Clearwater. You know,” Ron grimaced, “his girlfriend. She’s hidden her face under the frame because her nose has gone all blotchy. ...”

“Ah, there’s Penelope!” said Percy, smoothing his hair and going pink again. Ginny caught Harry’s eye, and they both turned away to hide their laughter as Percy strode over to a girl with long, curly hair, walking with his chest thrown out so that she couldn’t miss his shiny badge.

“Put it here, Harry,” he said, laying the broom in the middle of the table and carefully turning it so that its name faced upward. People from the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were soon coming over to look. Cedric Diggory came over to congratulate Harry on having acquired such a superb replacement for his Nimbus, and Percy’s Ravenclaw girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater, asked if she could actually hold the Firebolt.

“Now, now, Penny, no sabotage!” said Percy heartily as she examined the Firebolt closely “Penelope and I have got a bet on,” he told the team. “Ten Galleons on the outcome of the match!”

Penelope put the Firebolt down again, thanked Harry, and went back to her table.

“Harry — make sure you win,” said Percy, in an urgent whisper. “I haven’t got ten Galleons. Yes, I’m coming, Penny!” And he bustled off to join her in a piece of toast.

“Well done, Harry!” said Percy, looking delighted. “Ten Galleons to me! Must find Penelope, excuse me — ”

Percy Weasley, meanwhile, had much to say on the subject of Sirius’s escape.

“If I manage to get into the Ministry, I’ll have a lot of proposals to make about Magical Law Enforcement!” he told the only person who would listen — his girlfriend, Penelope.

“Oh, I’m not going to bite just yet. We’ll see if she’s a bit quicker at remembering her name than Barny. Who are you, girly?”

“Penelope Clearwater,” said Hermione. She sounded terrified, but convincing.

[thora-jane]

Twin-Way Mirror (pt vii)

(a/n): I'm so sorry it's been so long! I've run out of pre-written stories so now I've had to start ACTUALLY writing the series again AND the midterms are fast approaching so I've been a little overwhelmed. But I did laundry yesterday and since then my mental health has been doing better so I thought 'why not post another story?'

Also, requests are still open but it might take some time for me to write.

Summary: You and the twins get on the train to Hogwarts, but as things begin to go back to normal for everyone else, you start to feel a little left out and can't help but think this summer has left you with something different.

Word count: 1,589

Warnings: None!

TAGS!: @aliiiyyaaah @superblyspeedydragon @bamboozledflamplant

The car stopped and you all piled out, lugging your trunks and bags from the back and onto the pavement in front of the station. Mrs. Weasley hurriedly herded you all into the station and over between platforms nine and ten, “Go on now, you know what to do!” she nodded, a hand pressed firmly on the backs of you and Ginny as the others started running through the magic wall.

You emerged from the other side. The platform was filled with steam and carts full of trunks and owls, with parents giving tearful goodbyes to their younger children and older kids laughing and shoving each other as they loaded their luggage onto the train. You, Fred, and George stored the trunks you had brought, and with Erros’s secured cage in had, the three of you went off to find Lee’s train compartment.

It was closer to the back like every year, and Lee Jordan had once again gotten there early and sat with his tarantula safely in its box, “Hey Fred! Hey George! (y/n), fancy seeing you with the likes of such fools,” He smiled. You and the twins were nearly inseparable and he knew it, but that didn’t stop him from making fun of them in your presence.

“Fancy running into you in this train car, Lee. Nessie, it’s a pleasure to see you again,” You nodded to the box on Lee’s lap, making sure Erros’s cage was once again safely latched. You and the twins took your seats; you by the window, George across from you, Fred next to you, and Lee across from him, “It’s going to be a tight fit this year, won’t it?” you asked, shifting as close as you could to the wall of the car and looking down at the space between you and Fred. The door to the car slid open, and Katie-Bell and Angelina stood crowded in the doorway

“Good afternoon, ladies!” Fred and George greeted them with a wide smile, making the girls giggle. Fred winked, and you thought you saw them get almost flustered. You bit the inside of your cheek to withhold a groan. The few days you had spent at the burrow were fantastic, but things were shifting back to the same-old-same-old. Which you weren’t complaining about, of course, but that didn’t mean you weren’t missing the moments where the twins weren’t flirting with every girl that crossed their path.

“Right,” Angelina cleared her throat, looking over at you, “where are we supposed to sit, then?” You pressed yourself up against the wall of the car again and motioned to the small sliver of empty space next to you and opened your mouth to speak.

But before any words came out, Katie-Bell blurted, “We could sit on people’s laps.”

At this Lee laughed at Fred, who dramatically brushed off the legs of his pants with a flourish and looked up at Angelina. Angelina swatted at Katie-Bell’s arm and started to whisper something under her breath, but before she could, Katie-Bell nudged her over to Fred, where she slowly sat down. Katie was left standing in the doorway, giggling behind her hand when George shifted in his seat as he cleared his throat.

“Katie, you’re more than welcome to have a seat,” he said with a shy grin.

You however, interrupted him, “Kate, you don’t have to sit on his lap if you don’t want to. Here, I’ll move Eros and-” But Katie had already squeezed over and perched herself on George’s leg.

“It’s alright, (y/n)...I don’t mind,” She smiled, you strained your neck to try and see George, but your view of him was just about entirely obstructed.

“Wicked,” Fred smirked, making Angelina turn around and hit him,

“Anyway, how was your summer, (y/n)?” Angelina asked as casually as she could, trying to change the subject.

Your eyes flitted down to the bandage wrapped around your wrist. You had changed into your robes before the ride to the station, and as you pulled the sleeve of your robe over your wrist, you looked back up and cleared your throat, “It was uh...quite lovely, really.”

The car was silent for a moment, and you thought you almost saw Katie-Bell shoot Angelina a look. The news of what happened at the Quidditch World Cup was printed in all the papers, and you might have assumed someone wrote to your friends about what had happened.

“The twins took on a Death Eater. It was very badass. Reckon I wasn’t fully conscious though, so they might have looked stupid,” you continued, fiddling with your sleeve, “Leave it to them, huh?” You asked, looking up and offering a smile to George, but instead you were greeted by Katie-Bell’s look of concern.

“Is there anything we could do to help?” She asked, leaning forward a little.

“Madam, d’you mind?” George mumbled, clearing his throat as he placed his hands on her hips and shifted her slightly, “I’m no ordinary seat.”

“Oh my god, George.” Angelina kicked his ankle.

“Watcher, love, I’m not a chair either,” Fred said, wrapping his arms around her with a wink.

“I swear to Merlin,” Angelina let out a dramatic sigh, “I’d rather go sit with Slytherin-bound first years.”

“Really?” Fred asked, placing his chin on her shoulder as he mused, “Because I have a feeling you’d rather stay here.”

Angelina paused, looking away from the rest of the car as she mumbled, “Don’t let it go to your head, Weasley.”

Fred reached forward, and he and George exchanged a high five across the seats. You rolled your eyes, and leaned your head against the glass of the window, pulling Eros’s cage a little closer. Everyone else had started talking about the new school year, but you just couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything other than the couple in front of you. You looked over, and for a brief moment you thought George was trying to look at you from Katie-Bell’s shoulder. He smiled at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to hold eye contact, and went back to watching the landscape shift from station to countryside as the train started its journey.

It wasn’t until after you felt the car jostle that you awoke with a start. You looked around to see George in front of you, a stack of chocolate frogs on top of Nessie’s box in his lap, with Katie-Bell relocated to Lee’s lap. Angelina glanced over from where she was excitedly talking about the book she had gotten about women in Quidditch to check up on you.

“You alright, (y/n)? I think you nodded off for a moment there,” She reached and grabbed a chocolate frog from George’s lap and tossed it to you. You caught it with your good hand and a smile spread across your face as Angelina cheered, “See? You could totally play Seeker if Potter wasn’t such a prodigy.”

You chuckled, raising an eyebrow, “But isn’t it good that Harry’s as good as he is? What would old Ollie say if he heard you talking like that?” You opened the package and popped the frog into your mouth, glancing at the card before pocketting it, “I suppose he isn’t here anymore, is he? He did send me a few owls over the summer though, and that was nice of him, but he finished school last year, yeah? That’s too bad, I quite liked him, he wasn’t the worst guy. But now that he’s gone you lot would only have 6 players on your team,” You continued to reason with yourself, “Which would theoretically open up the position of Keeper, but that’s not really my thing,” You thought out loud, shielding your chewing mouth behind your hand before eventually mumbling to yourself, “in all honesty I don’t know if I could fly on a competitive scale-”

“Hey! Are you gonna keep talking or tell us what card you got?” George interrupted. You swallowed your mouthful of chocolate and nodded, reaching into your pocket.

“Cornelius Agrippa?” you read aloud, flipping the card over to get a better look at the picture. Fred practically threw Angelina off his lap to reach for the card, but you yanked back your hand before he had a chance.

Amidst the shuffle of Angelina whacking him on the head and telling him off, Erros almost falling off your lap, and Nessie nearly breaking loose, you heard Fred, George, and Lee stumble out, “That’s a rare card!” “Not even Charlie has that card, and he’s been collecting for ages!” “(y/n), I’ll sell George to you for that card! Take him!”

“I’m not buying George off of you!” You cried out, shooing him back to his seat as you tucked the card into your pocket and settled back into your seat, “Merlin’s beard, you’re animals! I could very well rip this up and-”

“NO!” The three boys shouted at once.

“-And you’d all drop dead in shock! See what I’m saying?” You offered to Katie-Bell and Angelina, “They’re fanatics.”

Katie-Bell took the box and remaining chocolate frogs off George’s lap and sat there herself, extending her legs to rest on Lee’s lap, “It appears they need to be restrained,” She said matter-of-factly before looking over at you with a smile. But for some reason, the light mood from before seemed to dissipate. You forced a nod and half a laugh.

“Maniacs, the lot of them,” you agreed, ignoring the blush on George’s face and steadily tightening your clench in your jaw.

[accioxreparo]

dating Oliver Wood....

synopsis: In which somebody plans to ask you on a date but little does he know you’ve already heard of his plans...

pairing: Oliver Wood x gryffindor!reader

warnings: I guess mentions of making out but like...briefly?

a/n: wow I love him and I think I literally thought about this all day yesterday so there’s that. Also @ anon who requested Oliver and a soulmate au....I ADORE you!!!! I’m working on it now but have this in the meantime dedicated to you <3

tagging: @strawberriesonsummer​

Oliver has always been intense about everything he cares about. So when he found himself thinking about you a little more often than what seemed normal he acted

He’s intense and confident and he fully expected to be able to walk right up to you and ask you out on a date for next Hogsmeade weekend.

But then he actually approaches you

“Hey,” You give him an easygoing smile, holding your books a little closer to you. Percy, your fellow prefect, rolls his eyes at the sudden interruption of the conversation you were having about the newest patrol schedules and excuses himself. “What’s up?”

Oliver, on the other hand, can’t seem to think straight at the sight of you looking up at him like that. He can’t remember any of the little speech he had thought out earlier that day and when he finally works up the nerve to speak he stutters through his words.

“Do you - weekend, this weekend - I - maybe we -”

He’s clearly nervous and there’s this flush spreading across his face and when you reach forward to set your hand on his arm comfortingly he freezes completely. You try not to let your smile turn into an amused smirk with some success. “Yes.”

That’s what sort of snaps him out of his little nervous trance and the grin you’re so used to seeing on him appears again. “Yes what?” “Yes I’ll go with you to Hogsmeade this weekend. I was thinking butterbeers by the way.”

He laughs then and can’t seem to remember why he was so nervous in the first place. This is you. He knows you and can’t wait to do this with you. “We’ll do butterbeers if you tell me one thing.” “And what might that be?” “How’d you know that’s what I was trying to say?”

You do smirk then and nod over towards the other side of the Great Hall where his entire team is not so subtly staring in your direction. “They overheard you talking to yourself in the changing rooms and the twins can’t keep secrets.”

You actually don’t bother waiting until the weekend

Oliver is completely shocked when you walk up to him later that same night in the common room while he’s staring at his blank parchment and watches as you lean in close so nobody overhears you. “Fancy a swim in the prefect's bathroom?”

He smiles, nods, and swears he falls in love right then and there

   So yeah, by the time you two actually go out that weekend you’re practically already dating. When you hear people speculating one day in the hall you laugh to yourself. 

Later that same day you sneak out with Oliver again, this time to the training grounds. When you mention the conversations you overheard you’re first thought is to keep quiet about the two of you for a few days simply because it’ll be entertaining to see the outcome. When you tell Oliver that he only laughs and pulls you closer to him.

It wouldn’t be Hogwarts without gossip and it’s not just the Gryffindor’s that are speculating about you two being official.

Then at the match the next weekend between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, Oliver plays flawlessly, even shooting smiles and winks at you every now and then to which you smile, roll your eyes, and tell him to pay attention.

Despite that, they win the match. You don’t have enough time to process anything at all before Oliver is flying down, landing on the stands right beside you.

“What are you doing?” You laugh as he bear hugs you tightly, a huge and excited grin on his face. Then he looks at you and there’s a smirk there you’ve only caught glimpses of before.

You avert your gaze and try to avoid the fact that your face is heating up and an odd feeling you only vaguely recognize is fluttering through your body. Oliver notices though and his smirk widens “Well your boyfriend was wondering if he could have a kiss in celebration of his victory.”

Your smile is amused as you brave looking at him again “Was he now?” “He was indeed.”

And god you’ve been thinking about kissing him since that night in the prefects bathroom

So you do

You grip onto his Quidditch robes, material scrunching in your hands, and pull him to your level. But before you actually kiss him you give him another amused smile, his words finally processing in your head “Did you say my boyfriend?”

That’s when he gets a little flustered again. Oliver hadn’t really noticed he’d said it either. “I, uh, yeah. Is that - is that okay?”

He looks almost nervous for a second, a stark contrast to how confident he’d been just moments before. Your smile turns softer then and instead of giving him a verbal answer you kiss him.

You really don’t know what comes over you. His arms wind around your waist pulling you closer to him and you let out this soft gasp. The only thing that stops you guys from getting too much more into your kiss is Lee Jordan’s voice sounding across the field. “Told you Fred! I’ll take those 10 sickles now.”

   Neither of you hold back after that and god is the sight of the two of you downright adorable

Oliver always has his hands on you in some way or another. Usually he’s holding your hand as you walk through the halls side by side and in class he’ll more often than not have his arm wrapped around the back of your chair

At the same time though there’s usually not much more pda cause I mean some things have to be kept to the two of you right

But oh my god when he gets you alone?

You see this new side of him for the first time after one of his practices one day

You’d developed a habit of sitting outside on the stands whenever Oliver drags the team to practice since you always walk down with him anyway.

And yeah, once you drown out the noise it’s relaxing and you actually get a fair amount of your class work done. 

Sometimes anyway.

The sight of Oliver practicing is one that has a tendency to distract you. Especially when he notices you watching him. Those are the times he smirks and decides to show off a little. You’re actively fighting to keep calm and not just walk right up to the field and snog him

Finally after what feels like ages practice is over and you wait until the rest of the team has already made their way back up to the castle to enter the locker rooms where you already know Oliver’s going to be looking over the plays he’s just finished working out

He can hear you coming in and before he knows it you’re walking over to where he’s staring at a bunch of little marks moving around the chalkboard he works out different strategies on and you stop right next to him

“Just out of curiosity,” You start slowly, arms crossing in front of you and a feigned look of innocence on your face. “How much longer are you going to be?”

“Not long,” Oliver quickly glances from the board to you, giving you a soft smile as he does so, before looking back again. He may be focused on the plays he’s trying to figure out but he still notices the way your shoulders slump a little.

Without any sort of hesitation he reaches for you and pulls you towards him until his arms are wrapped around your waist from behind, head resting on your shoulder but still watching the marks on the board “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” You mutter softly, setting your arms over his and shifting backwards a little so you’re even closer to him than before. “Just thought we could do something...fun. But if you’re busy I’ll head back to the common room.”

And yeah his attention may have been torn before but oh my god does he pick up on that tone in your voice immediately and honestly his mind just goes blank right then and there. He doesn’t react much when you turn in his arms to face him.

You’re smart. You know exactly what you’re doing. And so you pull him down towards you like you usually do, arms wrapping around his neck and you kiss him softly

But then to your surprise Oliver’s the one to deepen your kiss rather quickly, he moves so smoothly you don’t realize you’ve moved at all until your back hits the cold metal of the lockers to one side of the room

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before you’re full on snogging

You’re much too aware of the feeling of his hands slipping just under the hem of your shirt but they don’t venture any farther, not until you reach down and place your hand on one of his and move it up a little, silently telling him it's okay

And god he doesn’t hold back

That’s totally fine with you though because you don’t either

His hands are a little rough but god the way he touches you is soft and has you gasping and arching into him

You realize then through heated touches and kisses that you’ll never be able to get enough of him. Little do you know he’s thinking the same thing

ANYWAY

Wow I got carried away and newsflash I’m in love with Oliver Wood

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Love, William (Bill Weasley x OC) - Chapter 1

Theodora Cork has everything she could wish for in the summer before her seventh year. She has Fred and George – her two best friends. She has a brother that supports her with whatever she wants to do with her life. She is an amazing Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and she is going to spend the summer at the Burrow.

She also has the biggest crush on the twins' brother Bill but the only thing she has with him is an 8 year age difference. Something that doesn't stop Fred, George, and Charlie from getting endless ideas to bring them together.

A/N: I started this blog to write down all my story ideas for our freckled dragon boy but after two stories I decided to give Bill some love too! I wanted to try a different POV this time, so tell me what you think? I like the first-person POV more but this was fun and a bit challenging to write as well!

Also, this is the first time I didn't really stick with the time frame of events (when it comes to Quidditch and them being at the Burrow during summer). I tend to be a perfectionist when it comes to time and events and I wanted to get out of my comfort bubble a bit and see if I can endure changing things! Also, I felt like writing a really positive story full of fluff so I tried removing as many negative things from that timeline as possible.

I know I tormented our Charlie bean in the last two stories even if he got the happy and alternative ending so the next one about him will be nothing but pure fluff! 💙

I just wanted to see if I can write something about our dear eldest Weasley and because I had a rather emotional month it's sweet and might get you diabetes, so beware and I hope you enjoy it! 💙

WARNINGS: none other than Fred & George shenanigans and some Quidditch

Chapter 1 - George's Sacrifice

“She’s going to do it,” Fred whispered to his brother, lurking behind a corner.

“I told you, she’s perfect for the job,” George whispered back.

“Yeah, but she was protesting for 3 days.” Fred tried to defend himself.

“It’s a new product and we didn’t tell her what exactly it does. Of course, she was protesting.”

“We don’t even know what it does, George.” Fred tried rolling his eyes to keep the chuckle in his throat. They couldn’t risk getting caught.

“You know that she’ll murder us both if this goes wrong.” George didn’t dare to look at his twin. He knew that if they lock eyes they will start laughing.

“What are you two good-for-nothing rats sneaking around my office for?” The twins turned around to follow the voice. Their faces were pale and if they thought the whole situation was funny before, they definitely didn’t think so now.

“Theo, he’s on to us! Run!” They said in unison, trying to avoid eye contact with Filch, whose face was getting redder by the second.

“Done! What are you two shou...” The girl that joined them didn’t finish her sentence. She might’ve needed a second to realize there was one person too many standing in the circle.

“As we said...” Fred mumbled.

“Run!” George shouted, desperately trying to find something in his pocket.

Fred grabbed the girl’s hand before she could properly look at Filch who was now grinding his teeth together in anger. There was a loud crackling noise and when the trio turned around to see if Filch was following them the hallway was getting stuffed with dark grey smoke.

“Do you have the map, Fred?” George panted, his hands on his knees.

Fred, who was trying to see if Filch ran after them, shook his head. “Theodora has it.”

They both looked at her while she searched the inner pockets of her robes.

“Here it is!” She exclaimed.

They stuck their heads together, George sneaking a look around them just to be sure no one was watching. They took out their wands and tapped on the map while saying ‘we solemnly swear we are up to no good’.

The empty piece of parchment revealed the map seconds later.

“Right, where’s the nearest escape passage?” Theodora ran her finger through the map, the twins scanning it with their eyes.

“Around the corner,” Fred whispered.

“But Filch can already be there,” Theodora said, concerned. She pointed her finger at Filch’s name on the map. The footprints were getting closer to them. “Do you still have any smoke pastilles?”

“Just one more.” George’s hand already in his pocket as he was trying to find it, his tongue stuck out in concentration. “Got it!”

“Let’s go.” Fred waved his hand at his two friends after checking if the coast is clear.

The trio tip-toed around the corner, George ready to throw the pastille if needed. Theodora was clutching the map, following Filch’s every move. He was getting closer and it looked like they will meet right where they are supposed to enter the passage.

“He’s going to see us,” Theodora said through her teeth, trying to stop her jaw from shaking.

They did shenanigans like this all the time but Filch rarely got so close to catching them. He only did so 3 times since the twins invited her to tag along to one of their adventures as they called it. Fred and George took the blame each time but the last time they were caught, Snape got in their way and they couldn’t lie to McGonagall that Theodora had nothing to do with it.

She received a Howler from her mother every day for a week after that detention. Mrs. Weasley might be frightening with her screams but nothing compared to the promises what Theodora’s mother will make her do when she returns at the end of the school year.

Never-ending chores, no going out, no using magic even though she’s 17, and no avoiding visiting her grandma who always pinches her cheeks so hard that they hurt for days. And most importantly, no writing or receiving a single letter from her two best friends.

Right when they thought they got away and George was the last one to squeeze through the passage he heard Mrs. Norris meow and when he turned around to see if she was close, he saw Filch’s victorious grin.

“No matter what you do, just run straight to the Gryffindor Tower!” George shouted as another cracking sound filled their ears.

Fred and Theodora had no time to question what George was doing, as they heard Filch’s evil laugh and they started running through the tunnel as fast as their legs allowed them.

They didn’t stop nor turned around until they reached the Fat Lady Portrait, mumbled the password, and jumped through the hole. They ran up the stairs of the boy’s dormitories, ignoring the fact that the whole common room was staring at them. They burst through the door of Fred and George’s room and hid under the covers of Fred’s bed.

They didn’t move for solid five minutes. They barely even breathed, not daring to move a muscle. Once they were sure the coast was clear they came from under the covers and saw Lee Jordan staring at them with an amused look on his face.

Theodora and Fred were so busy making sure that Filch didn’t follow them that they failed to acknowledge Lee’s presence. The latter was sitting on his bed, a piece of parchment in his hands, his eyebrows now raised. The duo knew he was practicing his introduction speech for the Quidditch game tomorrow.

“What’s chasing you two?” He giggled.

“Prank gone wrong,” Fred explained. “Filch came back to his office while Theodora was still inside and he chased us.”

“George sacrificed himself for us so we could get away.” Theodora finished.

“Why didn’t you check the map to see if he was coming?” Lee asked puzzled.

“We forgot that Harry gave it to Theo and when we remembered she was already in his office,” Fred answered.

Fred and George gave the map to Harry Potter in his third year since they had it memorized. However, whenever Theodora was anxious about their plan, they asked Harry for the map back because they knew it made her feel better.

“Do you reckon George got caught?” Theodora was biting the inner side of her cheek.

“Didn’t you hear Filch laughing? Of course, he got caught.” Fred frowned.

This didn’t go according to his plan at all. Ever since he, his brother, and Theodora started to invent their own products together, they deemed Filch to be the perfect test subject. Usually, it was easy to get away but lately, Filch has been guarding his office more and they had less time to execute their plan.

Because they were caught, they won’t be able to see if their little experiment worked. George has learned a few years ago that Filch loves candy and what better gift than U-No-Poo in a box with a nice bow and a card that says You deserve it.

Fred and Theodora were getting more nervous by the minute. What was taking George so long? What was Filch doing to him?

One look at her friend and Theodora wanted to get up and investigate the situation when the door opened and George walked in.

“What happened?” The trio in the room asked in unison.

“I think it’s safe to say I am getting a Howler from mum tomorrow.” George sighed.

“We were hoping you got away,” Theodora said sadly.

“I was too slow with the smoke pastille and he grabbed my hand.” George started to explain. “He dragged me all the way to his office and threatened me to hang me by my feet. Luckily McGonagall saw us and demanded to know what was going on at once. Filch, of course, ratted us all out but because you two weren’t there,” George nodded to Theodora and his twin, “she only gave detention to me. One week in the kitchen.”

“That’s not bad at all!” Theodora clapped.

Detention in the kitchen was a piece of cake. They had to obey the elves and usually wash dishes or scrub the floors. It was better than cleaning toilets, something Fred and George had to do last month for releasing a Dungbomb in front of the Great Hall and it beat polishing trophies with Filch any day. Theodora knew a lot about that because of her cauldron disaster in Snape’s class at the beginning of the year.

In a few minutes, they forgot all about George’s detention and were already making a plan to get revenge on Filch. It was getting late and as usual, Theodora fell asleep, kneeling beside Fred’s bed, her head on the mattress.

Because of how often that happened, as the twins and the girl were mostly in the boys’ dormitory, they made a blanket fortress years ago and whenever she fell asleep in their dorm, they simply let her sleep there. They didn’t get in detention for that yet and they didn’t know what else to do, since the boys weren’t allowed into girl’s dormitories to take her back.

—

Theodora woke up before everyone else the next morning. She was a bit disoriented – not knowing where she was. When she heard loud snoring she knew she was in the boys’ dorm. She uncovered herself, with a smile on her face, thankful for how good the twins were to her, and sneaked out.

With all the running and still smelling like smoke, she took a shower and changed her clothes before going down for early breakfast.

The twins were her best friends and she wouldn’t trade them for anyone in the world but sometimes, not having any girl friends, took its toll on her. That’s why she snuck to the Great Hall alone to have some peace and quiet whenever she got the chance.

“Are you nervous, Theo?” George sat down next to her, half an hour later.

“It’s Slytherins, I only have adrenaline in my veins.” She grinned.

“We better beat them today, I am craving a party.” Fred sat on her other side.

“Just direct all the bludgers into their direction so us Chasers can score as many goals as possible before Harry gets the Snitch.” Theodora’s grin turned into a mischievous smirk.

“Oh, you can bet we...”

George gulped, unable to finish his sentence as owls started to fly down to the tables, dropping letters and packages on plates and in student’s hands.

“I told you I’ll get a Howler.” George sighed, staring at the red envelope that started to shake the second it turned to him.

“Open it, George. You know it’s only going to get worse.” Fred said.

“She can’t say anything you didn’t hear before.” Theodora bit her lip, putting her hand on George’s back to comfort him.

Nobody can’t deny that the twins were famous for getting Howlers. By now, everybody knew the high-pitched furious voice that belonged to Molly Weasley. However, no matter how many of these they got, they were still nervous every time.

Both knew that their mum wouldn’t come up with a new punishment. It would be a miracle if she did because they were in detention so much that the most creative Ravenclaw would struggle to find a new way of getting them punished.

Mrs. Weasley tried and hoped through the years that her two sons would grow up and that one day before they finish school, she wouldn’t get a letter from their head of house at least for one week. So far, she was only so lucky once in their fourth year and it was only because they came down with the flu.

George grabbed the Howler and quickly opened it. It was like ripping off a bandage— it was better to do it quicker rather than slower.

“GEORGE WEASLEY, I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU GOT YOURSELF IN DETENTION AGAIN! YOU JUST FINISHED WITH ONE AND HERE WE ARE AGAIN! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED!

I CANNOT BELIEVE PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL ONLY GAVE YOU ONE WEEK WORTH OF DETENTION. THIS IS NOT PUNISHMENT ENOUGH FOR THROWING SOME SMOKE THINGS AT MR. FILCH!

YOU WILL APOLOGIZE TO THAT MAN AND SINCE NOTHING SEEMS TO SUFFICE WITH YOU, I AM TAKING YOUR QUIDDITCH PRIVILEGES AWAY FROM YOU!!!”

Half of the Gryffindor table gasped. They were wrong. She has never done that before.

“She can’t.” Fred banged the table with his fist.

“She probably means for the rest of the year.” Theodora tried staying optimistic.

“This is the last game of the year, Theo.” George buried his face in his hands.

“Indeed.” They all turned around to see Professor McGonagall standing behind them, her face full of disappointment.

“But the game’s today, professor,” Fred whined.

“How are we going to beat Slytherins with one Beater?” George followed his lead.

“There has to be something you can do, professor.” Theodora tried making puppy eyes. “We know how much you want us to win the cup against them.”

“As much as that is true, Miss Cork, I cannot stand between a student and their parent.” The professor furrowed her eyebrows before turning to Fred. “You will have to work for the two of you, Mr. Weasley.”

Before Fred could say anything back she walked away toward the teacher’s table.

“I can’t believe she would do this. Doesn’t she know how important Quidditch is!” George’s face was beginning to match his hair. He got red in the face every time he was mad.

“Well,” Theodora cleared her throat, “you have to give it to her. She finally found a punishment that you didn’t laugh off.”

George glared at his best friend but he knew she was right. There was nothing he could do except to hope that by some miracle Harry gets the Snitch as fast as he possibly can.

—

The second they got into the Quidditch tent their captain Oliver Wood started shouting at George almost as loudly as Mrs. Weasley’s Howler did.

“This is an outrage! Preposterous! How could you! Why do you always have to do this! Can’t you...just for once...stop pranking that old rat and focus on Quidditch!” George’s eyes were closed for most of the time Oliver was shouting at him – he didn’t want his saliva in his eyes.

He knew he was going to yell. It wasn’t the first time the twins missed practice or didn’t attend the game because of detention. He was disappointed to make Oliver so mad as he didn’t intend this to happen.

“I am sorry, Wood. I didn’t know this will...”

“Get...out...of...my...tent!” Oliver said through his teeth before George could say another word.

George stood up and did as he was told. He didn’t want to stand in the crowd full of Gryffindors who were angry at him so he decided to join his friend Lee at the commentator stand.

The second he came up, he heard his head of house sigh. He knew she was disappointed in him and he can’t recall when was the last time he was so upset about something he did wrong if he was ever this upset.

His team was counting on him, this was the last game of the year — the most important game. The game that could win them the house cup. Now it would be a miracle if they would win.

Madam Hooch’s whistle, the roar from other stands, and the voice coming from the microphone right next to his ear made him shake in his seat.

“And another goal for Gryffindor. Gryffindor’s Chaser Theodora Cork is on fire today!” Lee shouted into the microphone.

George looked at the scoring board. 30 – 20 for Gryffindor. It wasn’t a bad start. Theodora scored 2 out of 3 goals and George was proud. She was the best Chaser on their team.

“Due to an unfortunate event, George Weasley cannot be on the pitch today, leaving the Gryffindor team with only one Beater,” Lee commented as McGonagall, who was sitting right behind George, sighed again.

Theodora snatched the Quaffle from one of the Slytherin’s Chasers, flying as fast as her broom allowed her toward the Slytherin hoops.

“That’s another ten points for Gryffindor! I bet Slytherins are getting mad. This was the second time Cork took the Quaffle right before they scored!” Lee tried being biased but sometimes he needed a bit of a nudge from his head of house as he got too excited when Gryffindors scored a goal.

Despite the result being 70 – 30 for Gryffindor, George didn’t dare to get his hopes up.

“Slytherins’ two beaters started playing dirty. Potter spotted the Snitch and they are determined to knock him off his broom!”

All eyes were on Harry now. He was battling with the Slytherin’s Seeker for the Snitch and the Bludger that the two Beaters of the opposite team kept directing toward him was fast approaching.

“Slytherin scored!” Lee shouted less enthusiastically into the microphone. “70 – 40 for Gryffindor. Come on, Harry! You got this!”

George turned to Lee when he heard McGonagall clear her throat. He giggled when he saw her pursed lips, warning Lee to stay neutral by poking him with her opera glasses.

George turned his attention to his brother to see how he was doing. He was trying to catch up with the Slytherin Beaters and redirect the Bludger to their Seeker. He felt so helpless. If he wasn’t caught by Filch, he would be there next to Fred right now and they would free Harry of the stupid ball.

“And Cork stole the ball from the Slytherins again. They sure do have to grow a pair of eyes! She passed the ball to Angelina Johnson and...and...she scored!” Lee was now so excited that he stood up, almost throwing his microphone in the air.

George couldn’t deny that sitting next to Lee was rather amusing. He always listened to his commentary while on the pitch but seeing all of his reactions up close was something else.

“90 – 60 for Gryffindor now. We are still waiting to see who will win the battle for the Snitch!” Lee gripped the microphone tighter, getting nervous. They have been playing for an hour and a half.

“Potter dodged the Bludger twice now but will he be so lucky the third time?”

George couldn’t take his eyes off Harry. His hands in a fist, rooting for the boy to make them win the game.

“In the name of our house’s founder, this is unbelievable!” Lee roared, now standing up. “Fred Weasley managed to catch up to the Bludger and send it straight to the Slytherin Chaser who was just about to score. Angelina Johnson now has the Quaffle! Will she pass it to Cork or will she go to the hoops on her own?”

Lee was jumping in his seat while George didn’t know in which direction to look. He was watching Angelina flying towards the hoops, Theodora watching her back. He wanted to see how Fred was doing but also find Harry to see how close he was to catching the golden ball.

“And Johnson scores again! 100 to... Wait! Wait!” Lee was jumping up and down, trying to gather the words to express his excitement. “We won! We won! Potter caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!!!”

The crowd roared and as Lee let go of the microphone, George hugged him and they started jumping and cheering.

George turned around to see McGonagall trying hard to stay professional, clapping like mad at the surprise victory. Professor Flitwick, on the other hand, didn’t care if everyone saw he was cheering for Gryffindor as he was dancing in his seat, cupping his mouth, shouting Go, Gryffindor!

His brother has done some memorable things but George couldn’t recall ever being prouder of him than he was at that moment.

—

“Come on, Theo, just one date.” The boy smirked at Theodora who was half laying in one of the armchairs in the Gryffindor common room, trying to study for one of her final exams – Herbology.

“For a millionth time, no, John!” Theodora rolled her eyes. “And stop calling me Theo. Only my friends can call me that.”

“You mean the Weasleys.” John mocked and leaned closer to Theodora.

“Get away from me!” She tried pushing him but he didn’t move.

“Don’t you have someplace other to be, Connorey?” Fred grabbed John’s shoulders and pulled him away from his friend. “Didn’t she reject you like 5 times this week?”

“That has to be a new record!” George appeared next to his brother, smirking.

“And what’s your number?” John looked unamused.

“What? Getting rejected by Theodora?” Fred laughed and sat on one side of the armchair Theodora was sitting in.

“Zero,” George answered and sat on the other side.

They both leaned toward her and gently kissed her cheeks. She giggled, winking at John which only made him madder.

“You should know by now that Theo likes older guys.” George laughed.

Theodora punched him in the shoulder, making him fall off the armchair.

“I’ll wait years for you if needed be,” John said proudly and walked away.

“Thank Godric this is his last year at Hogwarts,” Theodora said with a disgusted expression.

“He just can’t get enough of you rejecting him.” Fred winked at her.

“We have a proposal for you.” George poked his head from the side of the armchair, finally getting up. He leaned on his arms.

“We only have 14 days to go and then we are free for the summer.” Fred copied his movement on the other side.

They were both looking up at Theodora with smug expressions on their faces.

“What are you up to?” She narrowed her eyes at the twins. She knew them well enough to know they were keeping a secret from her.

“We have been friends for how long now, Theo?” George asked.

“Since our second year when you accidentally threw the wrong ingredient into my cauldron instead of that Slytherin’s what his name was...” She rubbed her chin thinking.

“Allevry.” The twins said at the same time.

“Right,” Theodora said slowly. “I got detention in the kitchen and you two felt bad for getting me in trouble so you sneaked inside and helped me clean the dishes.” She giggled.

“And we haven’t looked back since.” Fred sighed dramatically.

“Oh, I have looked back plenty of times to see if Filch or Snape were after us.” Theodora teased.

“Our point being...” George tickled Theodora.

“You haven’t been at the Burrow since that year.” Fred finished his sentence.

“Are you inviting me to visit?” She gasped.

“We are inviting you to spend the summer at our home.” The twins said in unison.

“We have to develop at least 5 products this summer and we can’t do it without you.” George grinned.

“And Bill will be there.” Fred sang, winking at Theodora.

This time, he got pushed off the armchair.

Bill was Theodora’s first crush. After their second year, the twins invited her to spend a weekend at the Burrow. Their eldest brother came to visit as he got a few days off from work. The second Theodora saw him she was intrigued.

Back then, she was determined to be a Curse Breaker when finishing school and she loved the fact that Bill answered her every question. He spent most of that weekend talking about his job with her and by the looks of it he didn’t mind at all.

Of course, with the 8-year gap between them, she knew he was only being friendly and she was too young back then to even think twice about it but that didn’t stop her from daydreaming about him. As long as it stays in her head, she is doing nobody any harm.

It wasn’t even a day and the twins were on to her. They saw her blush around him and asking Bill questions he already gave her an answer to. They were teasing her up until her fourth year when she went out with a Hufflepuff boy two years above her.

“So?” Theodora tried acting unphased about what they have just told her, desperately hoping they couldn’t see her blush.

She hasn’t seen Bill since that summer but she couldn’t deny that he still popped into her mind here and there, wondering what he is doing and how is he.

“Oh, William will be crushed when he finds out you forgot all about him!”

If Fred wasn’t her friend, she would hex him on the spot for teasing her. Perhaps she should’ve said yes to going out with John, then they would have left her alone.

“It was a silly crush!” She frowned at them. “Forget about it or I will obliviate it out of you!”

“Right...” George giggled.

“Just a silly crush.” Fred followed.

“How come he’s going to be home?” Theodora cleared her throat, trying to act as casual as possible.

“The Weasley Quidditch Tournament is this summer and he’s taking a longer vacation to attend it,” Fred answered.

“Charlie’s coming too!” George said excitedly.

“Charlie’s coming?!” Theodora jumped in her seat.

She hasn’t seen the dragon lover ever since he left school. If it wasn’t for the twins, Charlie would be her favorite Weasley. He was an amazing Quidditch captain — way more chill than Oliver — and even though he was a Prefect he never deducted points from them when they got into trouble.

“Yeah, yeah. We know, he’s your favorite.” George playfully rolled his eyes.

The twins knew Charlie reminded Theodora of her older brother Eric who was an Auror in America. He was just as passionate about his job and they had a similar personality. When the twins introduced her to Charlie, she couldn’t stay away from him because she missed her brother so much that being around Charlie made it bearable.

“If Charlie’s coming, then count me in!”

“Honestly, George, do you feel a bit offended right now?” Fred looked at his twin.

“She will visit because of Charlie and not us.” George scoffed.

Theodora couldn’t stop chuckling. Them being dramatic was her favorite trait of theirs.

“Bill will be heartbroken.”

She stopped the second Fred said that and punched him in the shoulder again. She was ready to defend herself again when her brows came together.

“What did you remember?” George knew that look all too well.

“I can’t come.” Theodora sunk in her chair.

“What?”

“Why?” Fred followed his brother.

“Do you remember the Howlers I got from my mother, about me doing chores all summer?”

“Oh, that!” George swung his hand and nodded to Fred.

Theodora turned her head to Fred who pulled a letter from his back pocket. He gave it to her and she opened it at once.

Dear Fred and George,

I can’t deny that you made some good points in your letter. I appreciate that you took the responsibility for Theodora getting in trouble, however, she won’t get out of this so easily. Whether it was her fault or not, she simply can’t get away with how she was behaving.

I understand that this tournament of yours is very important so I will allow her to stay with you under the condition that she helps your mother around the house whenever needed.

I took the liberty to write to Molly and she assured me that there is plenty of work that is waiting for all three of you once the school is finished.

Keep yourself and my daughter out of trouble, will you?

Miranda Cork

“What in the bloody hell did you write to my mother that she is allowing me to spend the summer with you?” Theodora was staring at the letter with her mouth open.

Molly might be known for shouting at her sons but she was not nearly as strict as her mother. There was nothing in the world that could convince Mrs. Cork to change her mind. Theodora would know, she tried on many occasions over the years.

“It’s the Weasley charm.” Fred winked at her.

She wanted to punch him again but she was too excited to join them at the Burrow to do so. She couldn’t believe it! She didn’t care that she would have to help around the house. She would have her two best friends there to keep her company.

And she will be able to play Quidditch with the other Weasleys and bond with Charlie again. It suddenly seemed that the end of the school year couldn’t come fast enough.

Right, when she deemed the summer to come the best one in years, she felt her heart skipping a beat as Fred’s words came to mind again.

And Bill will be there.

[burberryfaerie]

If Tonks had a younger sibling Pt 4 :

Pairings : Cedric diggory x gryffindor!reader

Warnings : Angst, fluff, character death, torture, crying, swearing, a war basically, possible spelling mistakes

A/N : In case if you're asking, yes i was crying during writing this.

Tags: @loveitsonlyforthebrave ❤️

Hermione apparates you to a place called Tottenham Court Road.

“The heck is a cappuccino? Is it better than butterbeer?”

Your ring suddenly rings violently and you can't understand why?

Dolohov and Rowle rudely interrupt your thoughts.

Going to Grimmauld place knowing damn well you're being followed.

Arthur Weasley's patronus reassuring that everyone is okay.

Remus's unlikely visit.

Muggle-borns are targeted by the ministry.

Your father and best friend are targeted.

Dora's pregnant.

You'll have your own niece / nephew.

But he wants to leave her.

“Me and my family went through shit Remus, and I won't let you break my sister's heart.”

Hating Remus with every inch of you.

Because how dare he breaks Dora's heart.

Kreacher's tale.

Regulus died as a good person who lived beneath the shadows of his prejudiced family.

The locket is with umbridge.

well, fuck

You know what's fucker?

Snape is headmaster

“WHAT ABOUT MINNIE?”

“who the heck are the carrows?”

Going to the ministry after drinking polyjuice potion and morphing in your case.

"Magic is might"

Seeing 'Umbitch'

Harry stupefying umbitch.

Escaping the ministry before Yaxley gets hold of you.

Apparating to a mysterious place.

A forest apparently.

Ron's splinched.

Hermione's protection spells.

“How do you have time to learn all this stuff? Last time I checked we go to the same school,”

“Last time I checked you don't study a word.”

Taking turns in wearing the locket since you can't destroy it.

Feeling so cruel once it rests around your neck.

It's a part of voldemort's soul afterall.

Ron leaving three months later.

Crying your eyes out every night because you miss your best friend so much it hurts.

Same thing with Hermione.

“Why haven't you told him Mione?”

“Tell him what?”

“That you love him”

You give her a knowing look, she returns it with the faintest of smiles.

Going to Godric's Hollow.

Looking at the statue of Lily, James amd baby Harry with sadness and awe.

They were too young to die.

Too innocent to die.

You visit their grave.

You smiled because you suddenly felt their presence, two warm souls watching over you.

Bathilda Bagshot.

Fuck that's a snake.

Voldy is here and he was about to murder the three of you right before you apparated.

Fast forward when Ron returns.

You're so. bloody mad at him but can't help it and pull him into a hug.

“You're such an idiot, Ronald Billius Weasley.”

Hermione's so mad too but you know damn well she still loves him.

Ron and Harry telling the events of last night, first horcrux is destroyed, wohoo.

Visiting Xenophilious Lovegood.

The deathly hallows and the tale of the three brothers.

Luna's painting of you, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and her.

“She's so precious.” you think.

Xenophilious's betrayal.

Hermione wiping the fuck outta his memories.

fast forward a couple of days later.

listening to potterwatch. the norm.

lee jordan's voice

“Let's take a moment to report those deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network  and Daily Prophet don't think important enough to mention. It is with great regret that we inform our listeners of the murders of Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell.”

Feeling the worst heartache you've ever felt.

feeling as if every muscle, every cell in your body stopped functioning.

“No”

he can't die.

he was always okay. he can't just die.

he's expecting a grandchild. he can't just go.

The trio rushing to hug you.

Harry not able to meet your eyes.

“I'm so sorry” Hermione sobs into your neck.

You don't cry.

You can't cry.

You just sit there, feeling emptiness.

You suddenly get up, shoving everything in your way.

Ron holding you back.

"it's okay, I'm here” he reassures you.

You letting out a heart-wrenching scream that came out from god knows where.

Thank god Hermione has protection spells.

The trio tuck you into bed, making sure you were asleep.

You slept almost instantly, dreaming of your father who speaks to you.

“I'm always here, watching over you. Don't give up sweetheart, fight for your mom, dora, Remus and Cedric.”

“How'd you know about Cedric? ”

“I knew all along” he smiled

Waking up feeling slightly better the next day.

Fast forward when the snatches caught you.

Taken to Malfoy Manor

Bellatrix torturing you and craving "traitor" on your arm.

She also tries to slit your throat.

“You know? I want to murder you so badly, so you'd end up like your mudblood father, but I'll torture you, unril you beg for mercy.”

Literally screaming throughout the whole process.

“I know about Diggory, he's quite of a traitor, but his blood is pure, he won't want a filthy half-blood traitor like you with him.”

“SHUT UP, YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, SHUT U—”

being cut of with her dagger cutting your skin.

she moves on to Hermione next while you watch helplessly.

Dobby, Harry and Ron save you two.

Apparating to shell cottage.

You spot a small, weak figure in the distance.

You try reaching out for it, but you're too weak.

You loose consciousness in Ron's arms.

Next thing you knew you were in a room, Fleur watching over you.

Learning that Dobby's lost his life.

Feeling so weak.

Remus visits.

Little Teddy is born!!!

Can't help but feel so happy and hugging Remus, forgetting about all the drama.

Harry's Teddy's godfather.

yay

Gringotts

You hide under Harry's cloak.

You get caught.

Robbing Bellatrix's vault.

Getting the horcrux and giving griphook the sword.

Aaaaaand Griphook betrays you.

Escaping on a dragon.

Basically having to head to hogwarts.

To get the horcrux.

Hogsmeade at Abeforth Dumbledore.

Ariana Dumbledore's portrait.

NEVILLLEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Him looking terrible yet dashing at the same time.

From your conversation, you concluded that the carrows and Snape are absolute assholes.

Reuniting with all your friends!

Harry goes to Ravenclaw tower with Luna.

The order is here .

Cedric spots you.

He literally just picks you up and kisses you.

infront of everyone basically.

including the adults.

feeling sorta awkward but you don't care.

“YOU ESCAPED GRINGOTTS ON A DRAGON?!! DAMN IT LOVE HOW CRAZY CAN YOU GET?!!! ”

Harry interrupts your adorable moment.

Voldemort wants Harry.

“Potter's right here! someone grab him”

yeah of course, pugface parkinson.

literally everyone jumping in to defend Harry.

The battle has started.

You seeing Dora and running to hug her.

“MY BRAVE SISTER!” she shouts.

“Once we're outta here, we're spoiling Teddy with every inch of me.”

“I kinda approve though”

Duelling multiple death eaters.

Including Dolohov, Rookwood, Rabstan Lestrange.

Saving Malfoy's arse from the flames in the room of requirement.

Going to the shrieking shack to face Voldemort.

Snape's dead.

He's acting weird all of a sudden.

Voldemort wants Harry to meet him in the forbidden forest.

The chaos has calmed down.

You enter the great hall.

Your eyes roam around the room to find the redheads huddled together, the Diggorys, somewhat crying?

You take a closer look, seeing what they're all mourning.

You shake your head in disbelief.

Remus and Dora?

Your sister?

Your soulmate?

They just had a baby.

You felt Fred and George hug you, Hermione and Ginny hugging eachother.

You kneel down.

Your world is crushing.

They're dead but they look so peaceful.

You hugged Dora.

Ever so tightly.

The last time you'll ever hug her.

You wished you can turn the clock back, to listen to to weird sisters together, to giggle behind the Malfoys back together, to annoy your mother together.

Perhaps you could've been able to save her.

You rest your head on her chest.

Muffled voices of everyone else speaking were in the background.

But you didn't care.

You let out a cry, a small one.

You let out a slightly louder one.

You felt your chest tighten, your stomach churn, you felt your eyes twitch underneath your lids.

You heard Cedric's comforting voice.

“Shhhhhh.. I got you love”

But his words are not comforting you.

You just lay there on Dora's chest.

By that, you knew your hair will never turn pink again.

You don't know how many minutes or hours had passed by.

You heard the familiar snake-like vouce of Lord Voldemort.

“Harry Potter is dead He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle, now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live, and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.”

You slightly lift your head.

The great hall was deadly silent.

You were sure he was lying.

You slowly walked up, holding hands with Ron and Hermione, exiting the great hall.

Voldemort and his army stood and your eyes spotted Hagrid.

He was carrying someone.

It was Harry.

Your body can't lift you anymore.

Mconagall let out a terrible scream followed by yours , Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Cedric's then everyone else.

Neville standing up to Voldemort.

He- he killed the snAKE??!!!

You just watchung Neville like a proud mom.

Cahos erupts once more.

Harry's gone?

No like seriously, he's just vanished.

poof

Spotting Cedric taking over three death eaters all at once.

Just being so proud of him.

You duelling Rodolphus Lestrange.

Took over him (as you should)

Moving to Bellatrix Lestrange.

Duelling her with Hermione, Luna and Ginny.

Bitch just aimed a killing curse at Ginny??!

About to make your move but-

“Not my daughter you bitch”

literally internally screaming because MOLLY WEASLEY DID NOT JUST CUSS???

Bellatrix's downfall.

Just felt a bit relaxed.

Voldemort is about to kill Molly but—

FUCK??

HARRY??

DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURN INTO A GHOST TO KILL VOLDEMORT?!!

Voldemort's downfall.

The man who everyone feared sayimg his name, just, fell down.

dead

Post-battle

You hug your mom so tight , she knew about everything.

You raising Teddy along with your mother and Harry.

You still have nightmares and trauma from the war.

But, Cedric was always there for you.

Not like he was any better, but you two comfort eachother.

Him placing soft, small kisses around your "traitor" scar after telling him about the Malfoy Manor events.

You, Harry, Ron amd Hermione gather at the burrow, just sitting there in comfortable silence, holding eachother.

Three years pass by and Cedric's on one knee, asking you to be his forever.

You frantically saying “Yes” before hugging him.

You were now an auror, just like Dora.

The wedding was so simple.

You had Hermione, Ginny and Luna as your bridesmaids.

Looking at the empty seats made especially for your father, Remus, Dora and Sirius.

Saying "I do" before leaning in and kissing him.

And for the first time in three years, your hair turned pink again.

[blacknerdwrites]

hey andrew!! hoping youre doing great today!! Who are your favorite dark skinned fcs? i need more people to love!

Thank You anon for requesting this list I had fun listing them and I’m glad you asked for it and I am glad I can help you. This list is in no particular order just the ones that came to my head as I went and the ones I had in my gif hunt tag, some of these may be the rpc definition of dark skin which is anyone darker than Michael B. Jordan but I had to put them on this list because the rpc really need to know people darker than Michael B. Jordan exist, cause with the way y’all covet light skin fcs, y'all act like they don’t. I will not put this under a read more. the rpc will look at it and acknowledge that people with darker skin exist and since I got a lot of this list from my gif hunt tag, best believe a majority of them have resources and the rest need resources to be made so you have no excuse not to use this list to your advantage and utilize it. If you’re like Andrew, don’t read the rpc while you’re helping them, that’s rude. I’m telling you, ignoring people with darker skin tones is also rude, so get over it. Y’all can do better. So do better.

 Anyway, yeah, the list:

Nicole Byer  ·  30+  ·  body diverse  ·  does not identify as straight

Sasheer Zamata  ·  30+

Kirby Howell-Baptiste  ·  30+ 

Anna Diop  ·  30+

Samantha Marie Ware

Aja Naomi King  ·  30+

Amber Riley  ·  30+  ·  body diverse

Bre-Z  ·  30+

Bernard David Jones ·  30+   ·  does not identify as straight

Sterling K. Brown  ·  40+

Aldis Hodge  ·  30+

Daniel Ezra

Brian Michael Smith  ·  30+  ·  body diverse  ·  trans male

Dominique Jackson  ·  40+ ·  trans female

Angelica Ross  ·  30+ ·  trans female

Billy Porter  ·  40+

Lamorne Morris  ·  30+

Dule Hill  ·  30+

D.B. Woodside  ·  50+

Angela Bassett   ·  60+

Viola Davis  ·  50+

Idris Elba  ·  40+

Lovie Simone

Ryan Destiny

Nomani 

Lakeith Stanfield

Brandon Michael Hall

Brandon Michael Smith

RJ Cyler

Tyler James Williams

Issa Rae  ·  30+

Jermaine Fowler  ·  30+ ( please gif him. also if you want to cry please, please, please watch the episode of celebrity drag race he was on with Nico Tortorella) 

Jonathan Daviss

Ashley Blaine Featherson ·  30+

Joko Sims  ·  30+

Paul James  ·  30+ ( he has a whole ass show on netflix called soundtrack someone make him gifs so I can use him )

Thabang Molaba

Chinenye Ezeudu  ·  body diverse

Ncuti Gatwa

Kedar Williams-Stirling

John Boyega

Jade Payton

Ama Qamata

Michaela Coel ·  30+

Nafessa Williams  ·  30+

Sonequa Martin-Green  ·  30+

Jeremy Pope

Isaiah Mustafa  ·  40+

DeWanda Wise ·  30+

Ester Deen  ·  30+

Yandeh Sallah

Léo Daudin

Luke James  ·  30+

Alex Newell  ·  body diverse  ·  genderfluid

Kimberley Drummond

Assa Sylla

Ashleigh Murray

Rutina Wesley  ·  40+

Shameik Moore

Algee Smith

Tsion Habte

Sinqua Walls  ·  30+

Siddiq Saunderson

DeRon Horton

China Anne McClain

Gabrielle Union  ·  40+ 

Zuri Adele ·  30+

Kofi Siriboe

Brandon P. Bell ·  30+

Shannon Thornton ·  30+

Javicia Leslie ·  30+

Malcolm-Jamal Warner ·  40+

Yvette Nicole Brown  ·  40+  ( THIS WOMAN HAS BEEN IN SO MANY SHOWS. SHE COULD HAVE SO MANY POTENTIAL RESOURCES WHY ARE Y’ALL NOT GIFFING HER???? )

Danai Gurira ·  40+

Lupita Nyong'o  ·  30+

Danielle Brooks  ·  30+  ·  body diverse

Mehcad Brooks  ·  30+

Gabourey Sidibe  ·  30+

William Jackson Harper  ·  40+

Cress Williams  ·  40+

Jesse L. Martin  ·  50+

Mike Colter  ·  40+

Shamier Anderson

Amiyah Scott ·  30+  · trans female  

Chris De'Sean Lee

Eddie Leavy  ·  body diverse

Spence Moore 

Marcel Spears  ·  body diverse

Nonso Anozie ·  40+   ·  body diverse

Okieriete Onaodowan  ·  30+   ·  body diverse

Jason Winston George  ·  40+

Chandra Wilson  ·  50+

Jessie Usher

Lena Waithe  ·  30+

Jovan Adepo  ·  30+

Trezzo Mahoro

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II  ·  30+

Taye Diggs  ·  40+ 

[quintalon]

I posted 3,789 times in 2021

81 posts created (2%)

3708 posts reblogged (98%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 45.8 posts.

I added 538 tags in 2021

#dramione - 102 posts

#dramione romcom fest the sequel - 70 posts

#dramione romcom fest - 70 posts

#for the love of fests - 57 posts

#dramione fest - 50 posts

#hermione granger - 49 posts

#my manip - 46 posts

#draco malfoy - 40 posts

#hp fanfic - 27 posts

#hp fest - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 83 characters

#hufflepuff runs in excitedly arms full of coloring books: did someone say crayons?!

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Draco + Hermione + heels

106 notes • Posted 2021-01-15 03:54:07 GMT

#4

The Lovers of Fiction mini-fest has been revealed!

I am ecstatic to share these amazing stories and gorgeous artwork created by some insanely talented writers and artists. A huge thank you to everyone who participated!

Or We Could... by mcal

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott

Rating: G

Summary: Theo hates being broken up for the sake of their jobs. Rages against the thought of not even being *friends* with Hermione

....Maybe there’s another way...

Reader, I Married Him by Lostinthenightrain

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: T

Summary:  “Why must you?” he questioned as he pulled himself forward, using the rough pads of his fingers he gently touched under her chin, dragging her gaze to his own. “You know why!” She wrenched her chin from his grasp. “You are to be married, Malfoy.”

Buffy-inspired Dramione kiss by Blessedindeed

@bookloverdream-blessedindeed

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: N/A

Summary:  For QuinTalon’s “Lovers of Fiction” Fest— the assignment is to use the Buffy-Spike dynamic & make it Dramione. This is one of my favorites! Thanks for checking this out! (((hugs)))

There Was a Moment by storyofeden

@storyof-eden

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape

Rating: T

Summary:  Severus wasn't stupid, and he'd done exactly what the book said. Hermione loved the moonflowers, and she certainly wasn't dating Cormac McLaggen.

We're leaving now, Princess! by lilhawkeye3

@lilhawkeye3

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: G

Summary:  Princess Hermione isn't one to leave a fight, but Draco has other ideas.

The Woman by beautyberry

@beautyberrywrites

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott

Rating: M

Summary: A Theomione take on the (in)famous Sherlock/Adler scene from the BBC series.

*This artwork contains a naked female backside*

The Ambition by In_Dreams

@indreamsink

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: M

Summary:  After ten years at sea, Captain Hermione Granger has a ship and a crew of her own. But one of her new crew mates is a blacksmith from her past. Dramione Pirates AU.

Lanky Brunettes with Wicked Jaws by Lostinthenightrain

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: M

Summary: “You’ve got types?”

“Only you darling.” He put his hand under her chin and brought her around to face him. He pulled her close with his arm held tight against her.  His head to the side of her own, he grinned. “Lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.” A gentle kiss placed against her jaw. She smiled, a blush prettying her cheeks as she pulled back.

The Dragon's Moving Castle by SlytherinHermione

@her-co

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: T

Summary: Hermione Granger had accepted that her life wasn't going to be a great big adventure.

She wasn't particularly beautiful, or interesting, and she hadn't been born with magic like her sisters. Really, she was just as plain as could be.

One day though, a castle was seen rolling around the hills near her town.

Not long after, she met a strange, handsome, and mysterious man.

And she was cursed by the Wicked Witch of the Wasteland.

Perhaps life was an adventure after all.

As My Witness by Klawdee

@klawdee890

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape

Rating: E

Summary:  Overcome by the names, the casualties Lee Jordan lists via Potterwatch, Hermione excuses herself to the Grimmauld Library for a private moment to mourn, her mourning accidently interrupting someone else’s solitude. No one other than that wretched stoic Professor Snape, of course. Comfort, argument, and smut ensues. Hermione of age!Takes place after Hogwarts. AU.

3 Words, 8 Letters by sodamnrad

@sodamnradd

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter/Blaise Zabini

Rating: T

Summary: “Do you like me?” Hermione recognizes a smitten wizard when she sees one. Just because Blaise has been making her feel wretched recently, doesn’t mean she hasn’t been admired by other men in the past. Draco’s flitty looks, his tart remarks about her feelings for Blaise, the way he’s following her around instead of chasing an eligible witch who isn’t pining over his friend is extremely telling.

“Define like.”

Her mouth unhinges. No effing way. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“How do you think I feel?” He glares at her. “I haven’t slept. I feel sick like there’s something in my stomach, fluttering.” He presses a hand against his belly, as if he’s experiencing the sensation at this very moment.

“Butterflies?” she deadpans. “No. No, no, no this cannot be happening.”

“No one is more surprised or ashamed than I am.” He gestures to himself, lifting his chin tersely.

“Draco, you know that I adore all of Earth’s creatures and the metaphors that they inspire,” she says as her hand forms a crushing fist, “but the butterflies have got to be murdered.”

The One Where Everyone Finds Out - Dramione Edition by Annav94

@annavek94

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter

Rating: T

Summary:  Don’t we all know what happened when Phoebe finds out about Monica and Chandler in season 5 of Friends? Well, what would then happen if it was Draco and Hermione to be discovered by Pansy? Would then Theo try to calm her down, in the hope that she would stop screaming so his boyfriend (Harry bloody Potter, of all people) would be prevented from finding out about them is such crude way? And would Blaise go along with the scheme the two Slytherins would come up with to push the new couple to expose itself or will he be done with all the ‘pretending’ of not knowing, when he knew all along?

I Meant Something Like That by CharliPetidei

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley/ Blaise Zabini

Rating: M

Summary:  “You know what’s funny?” said Hermione, crossing her ankles and leaning forwards on the slightly peeling leather sofa. “When I first saw your advert online… I thought you were Hufflepuffs.” The three men opposite her exchanged glances, and then the tall, platinum blond one (it had to be dyed, right?) with the funny name leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. Draco, that was it. “You thought we were what?” A New Girl Dramione AU.

[ART] Outside the TARDIS by sunflower_swan

@sunflower-swan​

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Rating: G

Summary:  All of time and space. Where do you want to go?

Jitters by TheMourningMadam

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: M

Summary:  My prompt was Jamie and Claire Fraser from Outlander. If you have never seen Outlander, why not? You at least need to watch their first time to see some hot and bewildered Jamie. This is a tiny snapshot into what would be a much larger story, so please take it at face value.

~~~~

See the whole collection here!

111 notes • Posted 2021-04-25 17:04:30 GMT

#3

The Masquerade mini-fest has been revealed!

I’m so excited to share the wonderful stories and beautiful artwork created by these amazing authors and artists. Many thanks to everyone who participated and all the supporters!

This Mask I Wear by SlytherinHermione

@her-co

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: T

Summary: This mask I wear feels cool on my skin. I slip it on, and the act is ready to begin. Safety. Protection. Freedom.

Masquerade - Dramione Fanart by KeerthiWrites

@keerthi-draws

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: G

Suit Up by calico_kitten

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: M

Summary:  Gawain Robards has cooked up a new idea for the Departmental Hallowe'en Ball: comic book hero disguises!

No Hiding that Red Hair by vitruvian8008

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley, Rose Weasley/Blaise Zabini

Rating: E

Summary: As the mistress of Blaise Zabini, Rose Weasley gets invited the Slytherin Masquerade Ball at Zabini Manor. Despite wearing a mask, there is no hiding her red hair. What happens when she runs into a father of a friend?

Imbolc by CosmicCthulhu

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: G

Summary: Hermione celebrates the beginning of spring for the first time, years after the war. She's not the only one who wants a fresh start.

Earthly Delights by incognitotoro

@incognitotoro

Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson

Rating: E

Summary: The tenth anniversary of the end of the war is being marked by a lavish masquerade spread over three nights. It’s the event of the decade, and Pansy can't wait, but these days nothing quite seems to go the way she expected.

Not since five months ago, when she made the mistake of wandering into Greenhouse Number Three.

A Masquerade of Body and Soul by Annav94

@annavek94

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: M

Summary: She’s here to escape the reality, to break the rules. She is here to break the rules because all rules have only given her, is false hope. She turns her head and her eyes meet his.

He’s there for the catch of the night. And while he finds himself smirking, smiling at the unforeseen turn of event, he wonders if truly Hermione Granger is flirting in a room full of witnesses with none other than himself - the infamous Draco Malfoy.

One More Chance by Lostinthenightrain

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott

Rating: T

Summary: “Because I didn’t - I don’t - deserve you. I left to become a better man but I can’t be who you deserve,” he whispered, the anguish palpable in the air between them. “I was only ever a better man when I was with you. So when I left and I realized a few months in I’d never measure up, I tried to erase you from my life in the worst ways possible but I could never go through with it.”

Ask it of Me by WritingFicariously

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: T

Summary: Hermione has always had the ability to chase away demons, the darkness that twists his mind into believing he is not good, never enough. She sees and knows every part of him. But Draco has always kept one thing from her, one secret that he never dared say aloud. Until he did.

A Deadly Dance by MykEsprit

@mykesprit

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: T

Summary: An unexpected guest arrives at the ball. Dramione.

Virtue & Vice by sunflower_swan

@sunflower-swan

Pairing: none

Rating: G

Summary: "Virtue has a veil, vice has a mask." --Victor Hugo

When The Clock Strikes by GaeilgeRua

@gaeilgerua​

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Adrian Pucey

Rating: G

Summary: They've been dancing around each other all night at St. Mungo's annual fundraising gala. What happens when the clock strikes midnight, and their masks are removed?

Duplicity by Klawdee

@klawdee890​

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy

Rating: N/A

Summary: Hermione's in a snit- all dressed up, but allowing that blasted Mr.Malfoy to get under skin, ruining her plans. Just a quiet tantrum.

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Draco + Hermione + lace

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Draco + Hermione + mutual pining

Made for the @das-dark-arts-society Valentines Graphic Exchange

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I'd love hp recs if you're willing!

 * = incomplete

boy with a scar series* by dirgewithoutmusic  

summary:  A series of "what if" rewrites of Harry Potter, books 1-7. Cross-posted from tumblr (ink-splotch).

pairings: romione, hinny, wolfstar, bleur, jily

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

warnings:

we must unite inside her walls or we'll crumble from within series by dirgewithoutmusic

summary:  stories for the ladies of hogwarts, who cry, waver, giggle, trespass, and who deserve our respect all the same

pairings:

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

the dogfather au by hollimichele

summary:  “I’m not a reverse werewolf either,” says the man. “I’m your godfather.”

pairings: wolfstar

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

The Changeling + Armistice Series*  by Annerb

summary:  Ginny is sorted into Slytherin. It takes her seven years to figure out why.

pairings: hinny

tags: angst, drama

warnings: rape

tell me whether he is dead by LullabyKnell

summary: Post-DH AU: Harry suffers a few side-effects of dying but not dying.

“Hey, can someone help me with this? The mirror in the bedroom’s stopped working for me."

“What do you mean ‘the mirror’s stopped working’?”

pairings: hermione/harry/ron

tags: fluff, angst, humor

warnings: none

Regulus Black and the Way Things Changed: A Not!Fic by imaginary_golux

summary: What if Regulus Black, and not Severus Snape, ended up being the turncoat Potions Master of Hogwarts?

A not!fic written in bullet points, ignoring the Deathly Hallows entirely because they annoy me.

Beta by my immensely patient Best Beloved, Turn_of_the_Sonic_Screw, and by the delightful starbirdrampant.

pairings: wolfstar

tags: crack

warnings: none

who discovered your secret by LullabyKnell

summary: Pre-Canon AU: On the street named Privet Drive, in Little Whinging, Surrey, a man lived alone at Number Eight, supposedly.

It was apparently difficult to tell.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, angst

warnings: none

Little Lion Boy by ShanaStoryteller

summary: Draco is sorted into Gryffindor.

It's all part of the plan, really.

parings: none

tags: 

warnings: none

a witch in the family by LullabyKnell

summary: - "For the 5+ Headcanon game, what do you think of an AU in which Petunia is a witch?"

Pre-Canon AU: Petunia Evans learns important life lessons from the magical world that every proper witch ought to know.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

when in doubt, go to the library by LullabyKnell

summary:  The Hogwarts Library saves the Wizarding World through the power of reading. 

pairings: none

tags: humor, crack

warnings: none

these long cold days by dirgewithoutmusic

summary: In the war, Dean holed up in hollows and friendly attics and Muggle pubs. He drew Umbridge the Toad, noseless Voldy confused by the last dozen plus years of wizardly pop culture, the Ministry of Magic with its fingers stuffed in its stuffy ears.

He drew Snape as Headmaster, his sneer easy after seven years of notebook margin practice. Dean drew the Dark Mark over London’s skyline and he left his work nailed up around Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, Godric’s Hollow. He signed his name. He had things he wanted to say.

There were long days when he didn’t talk to anyone– walking old fields and long roads, sleeping in haystacks. There were long weeks when he only talked to strangers– passersby, shop owners, sympathizers, snatchers who he traded curses with.

He drew the Gryffindor Common Room, hearths all ablaze. He listened to Lee Jordan’s radio show on the crackling airwaves. He drew his little sisters, who had gone to France with his mother and father. He drew faces from the darkened boys’ dormitory– Harry’s long bangs hiding his scar, Neville practicing his dance moves for the Yule Ball, Ron asleep with his head on his thick Weasley sweater, Seamus grinning at him over a three a.m. game of cards.

pairings: deamus

tags: angst

warnings: kidnapping

Rise by Kyra_Neko_Rei

summary: When Voldemort came to kill Harry, Lily met him with a SIG Sauer pistol she bought at a pawn shop. Seems Dark Lords die as easily as anyone else when you empty two clips into them.

Hailed as the savior of the Wizarding world, Lily has a live baby, a dead husband, the personal enmity of most of the Dark Lord's followers, and not the slightest idea how to put her life back together.

Phoenixes have it easy. Burn, die, rise from the ashes.

For humans it's a bit different. Sort of.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: character death

look to your kingdoms by Vail

summary:  When she visits Diagon Alley, Hermione hates that the first thing the shop clerk in the apothecary tries to sell her is a potion to “tame her hair.” She likes her hair the way it is, curls and frizz, heavy around her shoulders. She thought the wizarding world would be different. (Black Hermione character study.)

pairings: none 

tags: drama

warnings: racism

The Chamber Strike by BlainelovesKurt, evansentranced  

summary:  Harry is sick of Umbridge and everyone pushing him around. Halfway through fifth year, he decides to Do Something about it. Warning: Contains nuts. And cults, falling sugar bowls, terrible handwriting, and beleaguered caretakers. Crack!fic. Written with transfiguredbunny over Thanksgiving of 2006 after we ate ALL the turkey.

pairings: none

tags: crack

warnings: none

Dudley Dursley's Most Unexpectedly Fortunate Flower by aTasteofCaramell

summary: Dudley Dursley is leading a perfectly normal life, his contact with his odd cousin limited to Christmas cards and peculiar memories.

Until his daughter sneezes and sets the curtains on fire.

pairings: dudley/ original female character, hinny

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

repeated a thousand times in golden ink by LullabyKnell

summary: Half-Blood Prince AU: In which Luna makes a friend through desk art and Ginny helps.

Shameless, essentially plotless friendship fluff.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

The Splendid Gallery by LullabyKnell

summary: Pre-POA AU: In the summer of 1993, the Grangers vacation in France and meet the Delacours. When the Granger-Delacour parents elect to explore Wizarding France as a group, Hermione Granger is thrown together with a girl named Fleur Delacour due to some bizarre idea that they will somehow magically become friends. Even though they have nothing whatsoever in common and Hermione doesn't like Fleur at all!

In which two of the brightest witches of their age become very good friends.

pairings: fleur/ hermione

tags: fluff

warnings: none

riding up the wrong path by ashen_key

summary: When Lily is eighteen, she cuts her hair and joins the army. The British Army.The British Muggle Army.

Despite what the gossip papers say, she leaves her wand at home. She's not a complete idiot.

– –

Oh, right.

Maybe take a few steps back.

pairings: none

tags: 

warnings: none

there will come a time, you'll see by aloneintherain

summary: They have Shepard’s pie for dinner. Ron and Hermione watch Harry fill up his plate and only start serving themselves when he picks up his fork and starts eating. Neville laughs into his wine glass. 

“How are you dealing with their mothering, Harry?” he asks.

Ron opens and closes his mouth for a minute, groping for an excuse. Eventually, Ron says, “He’s just so small, Nev.”

“Hey,” Harry says. “I’m seventeen. I’m an adult.”

Ron shakes his head at Neville. “My best friend is an infant.”

A curse regresses Harry to his seventeen year old self, physically and mentally. He doesn’t recognise this strange peaceful wizarding world, but there are two people he does recognise: Ron and Hermione.

 Based off this tumblr post.

pairings: romione

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

call it a badge of honor by dirgewithoutmusic

summary:  In those halls, they faced down Death Eaters under the guise of teaching robes. They faced them with raised wands, raised fists, or just raised chins, these children who kept telling stories in the dark about Harry Potter, who was going to save them.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

Hogwarts, to welcome you home by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

summary: “You understand, Professor,” Harry began, after a moment, “that I don’t have my N.E.W.T.s. I never even finished seventh year. Between everything, I never had a chance the first time around, and then afterwards there didn’t seem to be much point. Hermione argued for it, of course, but I was so tired of Britain. So technically, I am completely unqualified for the position.”

“Quite a way to begin an interview, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said, dryly.

Or, three years after the war, Harry Potter becomes Hogwarts' newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

pairings: hinny

tags: fluff, humor, angst

warnings:

THERMOS!, or, How a Muggle-Born Brought a New Age of Spell-Making to Hogwarts (Entirely by Accident) by susieboo

summary: Muggle-born witch Phoebe McDevitt just wanted her tea to stay warm during class. She didn't expect to accidentally start a spell-making craze among her classmates.

[Oneshot. Next generation. Based off a Tumblr post, which I will link to in the notes.] 

pairings: none

tags: humor

warnings: none

and ready to suffer and ready to hope by irnan (locked to ao3 users)

summary:  or, the one where petunia evans is a witch.

pairings: jily, hinny

tags: angst

warnings: character death

a very nice thing to say by LullabyKnell

summary:  Chamber of Secrets AU: Harry and Ron miss the train to Hogwarts. Luckily for them, they're not the only ones. Harry's not sure what's going on, what they're going to do, or who these people are exactly, but Ron seems to know these Lovegood people and it's not like there's anyone else to help them get to Hogwarts. 

tags: fluff, humor, 

pairings: none

warnings: none

yesterday we were just children playing soliders by girlmadeofstars

summary: What if, when Harry heard the Slytherin portion of the Hat's song, he payed attention when the Hat sung perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends? Imagine this: a little boy- beaten, and ignored, for his entire life. A little boy- friendless, and lonely. A little boy- desperate for the kind of friendship he had read about in books, seen on the television screen.

When the Hat offered him Slytherin, imagine that Harry said yes.

pairings: hinny, romione, astoria/ draco

tags: 

warnings:

The Transfiguration Incident, Or Pettigrew's Problems by Kyra_Neko_Rei

summary:  The lesson is transfiguring rats into teacups . . . only Ron Weasley's rat is actually an Animagus, which has dire consequences for the spell, for Peter Pettigrew, and for the Dark Lord's prospects for resurrection (and rather better consequences for Minerva McGonagall's reputation). Cross-posted (finally!) from Tumblr.

pairings: none

tags: humor

warnings: none

In the Name of the Brave* by LullabyKnell

summary: “Who’s that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?” 

“Oh, that’s Professor Black.”

- A slow-paced, self-indulgent, canon rewrite Philosopher's Stone AU.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, angst

warnings: none 

Take Two* by Bundibird

summary: Never let it be said that a Slytherin doesn’t know to take hold of an opportunity when it’s presented to him on a silver platter.

[A Fourth Year AU in which Draco makes the most of Potter and Weasley’s fight and takes a second shot at befriending Harry. For the Greater Evil, obviously.]

Cross-posted at ff.n

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: 

Percy Weasley and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by LullabyKnell

summary:  Pre-Philosopher's Stone AU: In which fourteen-year-old Percy Weasley is very stressed, does not get enough sleep, and accidentally and unknowingly saves the Wizarding World because of bad aim.

pairings: none

tags: humor

warnings: none

beautiful enough for the both of us by dirgewithoutmusic

summary: “You know Professor Lupin was a werewolf?” Hermione said, ten minutes into a very awkward lunch she had asked for in an equally awkward letter.

Lavender pushed a sauteed carrot through a little puddle of pasta sauce. “I think everyone heard about that one. Someone told the papers, or something, right?”

“Er, yes,” said Hermione. “Snape did. Which is what I– I mean, it’s related. Oh, I wish you’d gotten to talk to Remus about this. He was a lovely man.”

“Not as lovely as Lockhart,” Lavender said and she and Hermione spent a moment in wistful remembrance. “God, I feel old,” Lavender said.

“Anyway, Snape,” said Hermione. “Snape and Lupin. When Lupin was at school, Snape would make him a potion that would… tame him, on full moons. He could just curl up in his office and sleep by the fire. If you’re interested, I’m trying to learn how to brew it myself.”

Lavender shook her head. “We’re not friends,” she said. “Never have been. So why are you doing all this?”

Hermione looked like she was trying to say “we’re friends,” but she couldn’t get it out.

--

Werewolf!Lavender, post-canon

pairings: lavender/ parvati

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

[newstfionline]

Monday, May 10, 2021

Higher Prices Leave Consumers Feeling the Pinch (WSJ) Americans accustomed to years of low inflation are beginning to pay sharply higher prices for goods and services as the economy strains to rev back up and the pandemic wanes. Price tags on consumer goods from processed meat to dishwashing products have risen by double-digit percentages from a year ago, according to NielsenIQ. Some consumers are feeling stretched. Costs are rising at every step in the production of many goods. Prices for oil, crops and other commodities have shot up this year. Trucking companies are paying scarce drivers more to take those materials to factories and construction sites. As a result, companies are charging more for foods and consumer products including foil wraps and disposable cups. And consumers are therefore paying more.

As US reopens, campuses tighten restrictions for virus (AP) About a year into mask mandates, nasal swabs and remote classes, the atmosphere turned tense at the University of Vermont as the school cracked down on rules for social distancing and face coverings amid a spike in student COVID-19 cases. Students were handed hundreds of citations for violations like standing in another student’s doorway or walking maskless to a hallway restroom, igniting a student-led petition that blasted “strict and inhumane living conditions.” “You start to feel suffocated like I’m afraid to leave my room,” freshman Patrick Welsh said in an interview on campus. Even as restrictions relax across much of the United States, colleges and universities have taken new steps to police campus life as the virus spreads through students who are among the last adults to get access to vaccines. Administrators say they’ve needed to act urgently to avoid risking an early end to the semester or sending infected students home and spreading COVID-19. In recent weeks, the University of Michigan punished hundreds of students for missing mandatory virus testing by deactivating their access cards to nonresidential buildings, and Cornell University announced that students would lose access to campus Wi-Fi, course materials and facilities for missing virus tests. The University of Chicago locked down residence halls for seven days and shifted classes online after finding more than 50 cases in a matter of days.

Pandemic gives boost as more states move to digital IDs (AP) The card that millions of people use to prove their identity to everyone from police officers to liquor store owners may soon be a thing of the past as a growing number of states develop digital driver’s licenses. With the advent of digital wallets and boarding passes, people are relying more on their phones to prove their identity. At least five states have implemented a mobile driver’s license program. Three others—Utah, Iowa and Florida—intend to launch programs by next year, with more expected to follow suit. Mobile licenses will give people more privacy by allowing them to decide what personal information they share, state officials say. The licenses offer privacy control options that allow people to verify their age when purchasing alcohol or renting a car, while hiding other personal information like their address. Having a mobile driver’s license will allow people to update their license information remotely without having to go to a state’s Department of Motor Vehicles or waiting for a new card in the mail, said Lee Howell, state relations manager at the American Automobile Association. Industry leaders say safeguards will prevent anyone’s information from being stolen, but some critics argue that having so much personal data on a phone is too risky.

Why an Estimated 100,000 Americans Abroad Face Passport Problems (NYT) About 9 million U.S. citizens currently live abroad, and as the light at the end of the pandemic tunnel finally appears, immigration lawyers estimate more than 100,000 can’t get travel documents to return to the United States. Despite the State Department making headway on a massive backlog of passport applications in the early months of the pandemic, many consulates and embassies abroad, plagued by COVID-19 restrictions and staffing reductions, remain closed for all but emergency services. Travel is restarting, but for American expats who had a baby abroad in the past year or saw their passport expire during the pandemic, elusive appointments for documents are keeping them grounded. “It’s a real mess,” said Jennifer Minear, an immigration attorney and the president of the American Immigration Lawyers Association. “It’s a giant, multilayered onion of a problem and the reduction of staff as a result of COVID at the consular posts has really thrown the State Department for a loop.” Michael Wildes, the managing partner of the law firm Wildes & Weinberg, PC, which specializes in immigration law, estimates that the number of stranded Americans abroad is in the hundreds of thousands.

Scotland’s pro-independence leader promises another bid to break from U.K. after election boost (Washington Post) First Minister Nicola Sturgeon promised Saturday to push ahead with another Scotland independence referendum after her party gained a strong showing in Scottish Parliament elections, setting up a potential clash with Prime Minister Boris Johnson. Sturgeon said that an independence referendum was the “will of the country,,” with her Scottish National Party and pro-independence allies taking a majority of the 129 seats after all the votes were counted. That will probably boost calls to redo a 2014 independence referendum, which could lead to the crackup of the United Kingdom under the strains of Brexit and its deep divisions.

‘Freedom’ fiestas: Spaniards celebrate end of COVID curfew (Reuters) Exhilarated Spaniards danced in streets, chanted “freedom” and partied on beaches overnight as a COVID-19 curfew ended across most of the nation. In scenes akin to New Year’s Eve celebrations, hundreds of mainly young people gathered in Madrid’s Puerta del Sol square to applaud the clock striking midnight while in Barcelona revellers headed to the beach with drinks in hand. Police in Barcelona had the strange task of moving people on after the last curfew began at 10 p.m., only to let them back at midnight when it ended for good.

Putin reviews Russian military might as tensions with West soar (Reuters) President Vladimir Putin reviewed Russia’s traditional World War Two victory parade on Sunday, a patriotic display of raw military power that this year coincides with soaring tensions with the West. The parade on Moscow’s Red Square commemorating the 76th anniversary of the Soviet Union’s victory over Nazi Germany in World War Two featured over 12,000 troops and more than 190 pieces of military hardware, including intercontinental ballistic missile launchers, and a fly-past by nearly 80 military aircraft under cloudy skies. This year’s parade precedes parliamentary elections in September and comes at a time when Moscow’s relations with the West are acutely strained over issues ranging from the conflict in Ukraine to the fate of jailed Kremlin critic Alexei Navalny.

Death toll soars to 50 in school bombing in Afghan capital (AP) The death toll in a horrific bombing at a girls’ school in the Afghan capital has soared to 50, many of them pupils between 11 and 15 years old, the Interior Ministry said Sunday. The number of wounded in Saturday’s attack has also climbed to more than 100, said Interior Ministry spokesman Tariq Arian. Three explosions outside the school entrance struck as students were leaving for the day, he said. The blasts occurred in a mostly Shiite neighborhood in the west of the capital.

China says most rocket debris burned up during reentry (AP) China’s space agency said a core segment of its biggest rocket reentered Earth’s atmosphere above the Maldives in the Indian Ocean and that most of it burned up early Sunday. Harvard astrophysicist Jonathan McDowell, who tracked the tumbling rocket part, said on Twitter, “An ocean reentry was always statistically the most likely. It appears China won its gamble.” People in Jordan, Oman and Saudi Arabia reported sightings of the Chinese rocket debris on social media, with scores of users posting footage of the debris piercing the early dawn skies over the Middle East.

Palestinians fear loss of family homes as evictions loom (AP) When Samira Dajani’s family moved into their first real home in 1956 after years as refugees, her father planted trees in the garden, naming them for each of his six children. Today, two towering pines named for Mousa and Daoud stand watch over the entrance to the garden where they all played as children. She and her husband, empty nesters with grown children of their own, may have to leave it all behind on Aug. 1. That’s when Israel is set to forcibly evict them following a decades-long legal battle waged by ideological Jewish settlers against them and their neighbors. The Dajanis are one of several Palestinian families facing imminent eviction in the Sheikh Jarrah neighborhood of east Jerusalem. It also highlights an array of discriminatory polices that rights groups say are aimed at pushing Palestinians out of Jerusalem to preserve its Jewish majority. The Israeli rights group B’Tselem and the New York-based Human Rights Watch both pointed to such policies as an example of what they say has become an apartheid regime. Settler groups say the land was owned by Jews prior to the 1948 war surrounding Israel’s creation. Israeli law allows Jews to reclaim such lands but bars Palestinians from recovering property they lost in the same war, even if they still reside in areas controlled by Israel. Israeli rights groups say other families are also vulnerable, estimating that more than 1,000 Palestinians are at risk of being evicted.

[letterboxd]

Decadent—Best of the 2010s.

The best films and directors of the decade, according to the Letterboxd community. As the 2010s stumble to a close, we release a collection of lists celebrating the best films and directors of the decade, and reveal your most underrated and overlooked gems.

When Parasite overtook The Godfather this past November to become the highest-rated film of all time on Letterboxd, it was also confirmation of what we’ve been noticing since we launched the service in 2011: that the 2010s have ushered in a new golden era of filmmaking. Alongside the rise in blockbuster franchises, the film world has seen new innovations in genre films, financing models and talent pathways, helping a new generation of indie filmmakers to get traction in the competitive and unpredictable feature film scene.

And while the industry continues to reckon with upheavals in the studio system and theatrical landscape, the upside is that cinephiles have more and more platforms through which we can find and share new discoveries, back-catalog classics and obscure treasures. Indeed, our own recently launched partnership with JustWatch is helping many of you more easily track down and watch old favorites and recent releases. (JustWatch keeps track of streaming data for 38 countries and rising, and in the US alone, it monitors well over 100 services.)

In the spirit of discovery, and ahead of our 2019 Year in Review (coming in early January) we’ve run the numbers on the past decade of movies. Read on for the results—you have a couple of days left to squeeze some of them into your year’s viewing, in order to influence your 2019 and decade stats! (By the way, if you’re a Pro or Patron member, and you have best-of-decade lists for this or any other decade, you can now tag them so they appear on your all-time stats page. Use this format: top2010s, top1980s etc. We’ve also extended support for all-time top lists past the previous maximum of ten.)

The Top 20 Uncut Gems of the 2010s

Each fortnight, we run a Showdown where you get to pick your favorite films for a given theme. For the final Showdown of 2019—and the decade—we asked you to list your favorite ‘uncut gems’ of the 2010s—the overlooked, under-seen, not-loved-enough movies that you think more people need to know about.

It’s been the most popular Showdown ever, with pages and pages and pages of lists worth exploring in their entirety. We added up the most-mentioned films, removed those that had been watched by more than 15,000 members (per the specific rules of this challenge) and arrived at a final top 20, with Alex Ross Perry’s messy rock drama Her Smell taking the top spot (read our write-up about the Elisabeth Moss-starring film here). It’s quite an international list, with six women directors (Josephine Decker, Agnieszka Smoczyńska, Kelly Reichhardt, Hélène Cattet, Cristina Gallego and Mélanie Laurent), two Ciro Guerra films from Colombia, and a film from the Safdie brothers, the directors behind Uncut Gems, which has an impressive 4.3 average on Letterboxd right now.

The Top 250 Narrative Feature Films of the 2010s

Parasite, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse and Portrait of a Lady on Fire topped the highest-rated 250 narrative feature films of the 2010s. The busiest directors on this list were Denis Villeneuve and Taika Waititi, with five films each. Hirokazu Kore-eda, Martin Scorsese, Christopher Nolan, Wes Anderson, Quentin Tarantino and Lee Chang-dong all feature with three films each.

The Top 100 Directors of the 2010s

We set out to find the narrative feature film directors whose work in the 2010s, as ranked by the Letterboxd community, combined with their overall placing on our Top 250 of the 2010s list, signified their excellence in the directing field. After some data-heavy research, backed by a solid methodology, one name emerged at the top: Denis Villeneuve. Taika Waititi and Lee Chang-dong round out the top three.

Interestingly, only two Best Director Oscar winners from the 2010s made the list: Damien Chazelle and Alejandro González Iñárritu. The most prolific directors on the list are Hong Sang-soo (14 films) and Sion Sono (11 films).

The 100 Most Popular Films of the 2010s

This list is determined by the films that have the most activity across our community, including watches, reviews, comments, list additions and more. Get Out topped this list, with Avengers: Infinity War and La La Land close behind.

This is a heavily US-based list, with very few films made outside the US and only two made primarily in non-English languages: Parasite and Roma. Christopher Nolan is tied for first place with the Russo brothers in terms of having the highest number of films on the list, at four each.

The Top 50 Most Obsessively Rewatched Films of the 2010s

By “obsessive” we mean total watches from all members who logged a film five or more times. The top three are: Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Avengers: Infinity War and La La Land. The Marvel Cinematic Universe accounts for a full 20 percent of the list (including the Guardians of the Galaxy films and Spider-Man: Homecoming, but not including Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse). The Star Wars franchise has six films on the list.

The Russo brothers, Anthony and Joe, are the MVPs of this list, with four MCU directing credits. Jon Favreau is represented all over the list as a director (Elf), a writer and a producer. And, of course, the late Stan Lee is credited across the MCU. We made an accompanying list for those who have Paddington obsessions.

The Top 100 Documentary & Non-Fiction Films of the 2010s

O.J.: Made in America is the top non-fiction title of the 2010s, while For Sama is the top feature-length documentary. The MVP of documentary directors is American great Frederick Wiseman, who has three films in the list. Joshua Oppenheimer, Agnès Varda, Steve James, Adam Curtis, Asif Kapadia, Petra Costa and the filmmaking duo Dan Lindsay and T.J. Martin all have two films apiece. 24 women directors feature in the list, across 26 films.

The Top 100 International Films of the 2010s

An incredibly strong list, this was topped—of course—by Parasite, with Portrait of a Lady on Fire and The Handmaiden completing the top three. There were some notable exclusions on this list, due to not having a US release date until 2020. They are: Bacurau, System Crasher, And Then We Danced, Vitalina Varela and Two Blue Stripes. Maybe we’ll see them in our 2020 round-up.

The Top 100 Animated Feature Films of the 2010s

This is a Japan-heavy list, with more than 35 films in the top 100. The US follows with 26 films, including the first-placed Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. Don Hertzfeldt’s It’s Such a Beautiful Day is at number two and Lee Unkrich’s Coco takes third place.

The Top 100 Women-Directed Feature Films of the 2010s

A truly international cross-section of feature films is represented in this list, which is topped by Céline Sciamma’s Portrait of a Lady on Fire, one of three by the director to appear in the list. Greta Gerwig has an impressive two films in the top ten. Other directors to appear twice are: Kathryn Bigelow, Dee Rees, Lynne Ramsey, Marielle Heller, Andrea Arnold, Maren Ade, Juliana Rojas, Zoya Akhtar, Meghna Gulzar, Nadine Labaki, Kelly Reichhardt and Naoko Ogigami. More recent films feature heavily, with 22 from 2017 versus just one from 2013.

The Top 50 Directorial Debuts of the 2010s

We looked for the highest-rated feature film debuts by directors who had not helmed a film solo prior. We included directing partnerships where part of the collaborative team had not made a feature before; that’s why Peter Ramsey is in the mix alongside feature newcomers Rodney Rothman and Bob Persichetti, taking the top spot for Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. Rounding out the top three are Don Hertzfeldt and Jordan Peele.

A full quarter of this list is comprised of women directors: Lulu Wang, Deniz Gamze Ergüven, Olivia Wilde, Dee Rees, Nora Twomey, Alma Har'el, Rebecca Sugar, Yoon Ga-Eun, Jennifer Fox, Shouko Nakamura, Dorota Kobiela and Naoko Yamada.

The Top 50 Comedy Specials of the 2010s

John Mulaney topped this list, with four specials included, and a fifth likely to make the list by year’s end. Fun fact: twelve of these were from 2017, which is double the next most represented year (six are from 2018). Un-fun fact: only five comedy women here.

The Top 50 Limited or Miniseries of the 2010s

David Lynch’s Twin Peaks took the top spot, closely followed by Craig Mazin’s Chernobyl, and When They See Us, Ava DuVernay’s dramatic series about the Central Park 5.

The Top 50 Horror Films of the 2010s

We made room for a single genre list, and horror was it—you’ll note we’ve erred on the generous side with what might be considered a horror film (so, yes, there are comedy horrors and psychological thrillers included). Robert Eggers’ The Lighthouse swept in late in the decade to take the top spot, while Get Out and What We Do in the Shadows also ranked highly.

The 50 Most Divisive Films of the 2010s

These were the 50 most divisive feature films, concert movies, comedy specials and other curiosities of the 2010s. These are the titles from the 2010s that had the widest spread of ratings (note: this list has been updated using a more appropriate methodology and higher minimum viewer count since this post was published).

That’s all, folks. Huge thanks to Jack for compiling the lion’s share of these lists. We’ll see you in 2020 with our 2019 Year in Review. (All the decade best-of list rankings are provisional and will be finalized after 31 December.)

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Huff and Puff

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Huff and Puff, The Fool’s Journey

(SIOC as Leanora 'Lea' Pyrites in Harry Potter world)

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Series Tile: Huff and Puff, The Fool’s Journey

Story Titles: Fool's White Flower, Fool's Sea, Fool's Web, Fool's Calling Card (HP1), Fool's Bag of Trick (HP2), Fool's Clarity (HP3), Fool's White Dog (HP4), Fool's Last Dance (HP 5), Fool's Cliff (HP6 ), Fool's Gold(war and epilogue) + SnakeSkin (Before the Fool)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Genre: Friendship / Family

Characters: Leanora 'Lea' Pyrites (SIOC), Ferdinand Pyrites (OC), Smantha Pyrites (OC), Vincent Pyrites (OC), Simon Pyrites (OC), Isobel Pyrites (OC), Hector Pyrites (OC), Cedric Diggory, Éimhín Hynes(OC), Nymphadora Tonks, Gabriel Truman, Adrien Pucey, Cassius Warrington, Graham Montague, Terrance Higgs, Velda Lute(OC), Gemma Farley, Marcus Flint, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Lee Jordan, Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, Kenneth Towler, Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Roger Davies, Patricia Stimpson, Penelope Clearwater, Robert Hilliard, a LOT of OCs, Harry Potter Game characters, Hogwarts Teachers, assorted family members, OCs of all kinds   

Relationships:  Ferdinand x Samantha, Leanora x Adrien  

Tags: asexual relationship, asexual characters, blood politics of the wizarding world, love and family, Magical Rituals,Wizarding Culture, Pureblood cluture, Muggle x Wizard pairing, loving relationship, relationships are hard work and compromise, Hufflepuffs are good at that thankfully, Black!Hermione Granger, Biracial!Harry Potter, Hufflepuff pride, Inter-House friendships, making study groups to change the world, how to make a support group for the titular character - the Hufflepuff way, some genuinely Nice!Slytherins, Disabled!students, 

Summary: She knows it's not impossible. It's not a far off dream. Her parents made it work, they worked hard fir it, true, but they did it. She won't let anyone else feed her excuses, no one will take her for a fool.

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Slightly ordered notes and Ideas

Inspired by this - "What's a soulmate?" "Someone who makes you a better person, they don't actually make you a better person, you do that yourself, because they inspire you."

Ferdinand Pyrites and Samantha 'Sam' Noble have a very sweet and loving love story despite him being a Pureblood Slytherin and her being a muggle

Having grown up watching their relationship it is something Lea aspires to heavily and terminates a few relationships over, because she has seen better and knows that blood and circumstance can be overcome

She understands from the start that work is needed - or maybe it's pointed out to her that 'both sides need to learn how to deal with the situation, compromise and sacrifice' 

Lea and Adrian are actual soulmates, and both are pretty asexual

EverybodylovesCedric2K16! Leandra quickly catches on that Cedric is the GoldernRetriever!Boy and makes sure everybody else knows that too

Cedric is well liked by nearly everybody and that is one of the reasons Voldie doesn't manage to recruit from Hufflepuffs at all when the war gets started

Lea is BFF with Cedric and forms a very nice group in her Hufflepuff year with Cedric, Trudy, Raashid, Sisi, Hecate, Satinder, Marilyn, .. Really the whole year functions well as a tight group and they all pull in more people from different houses and years.

But the group is generally Cedric - Lea - Hynes trio as the main ringleaders, then they pull others in their plans with gusto.

Focus of feel-good relationships, networking, Inter-House friendships - students helping each other and nurturing curiosity through friendly debate and self-directed research projects.

Lea heads a Debate Club that talks about all of these various things that exist and a Self-Study and Research Club that teaches others important things like wizarding culture for muggleborns and muggle culture for wizardborn, about disabilities, sexualities, all the little things that these people from other worlds may take for granted as being the same. Discussing news, laws and current events through there clubs makes people think and look things up on their own.

Ensures Harry has a support network from the start by making that her project for Harry's first year and this pays off whenever people don't believe him over something, he gets used to giving people opportunities to view his memories.

Lea learns how to extract memories as soon as she can really, manages in her second year, her argument is that this way her mother can view memories of Hogwarts even if she can't really go there - her talent fro this runs from her Obliviator father.

Support network of older students did exist before and Hufflepuffs were better than most, but Lea seriously buffs it up, spreading inter-house unity and genuine interest in things as soon as she possibly can

Citing all sorts of reasons to get there, like excuses for why she's reading about deafness and blindness aides

 In preparation for Harry's  troubles with the media, one of the things discussed early one is how the media works? How does the Prophet work? Who picks the articles? How do they research?  Etc.

So when Harry slander starts there are a lot less people believing it, simply because they heard from a friend of a friend that this or that journalist is a glory hound, that this or that journalist is actually being bribed to write good shit about Fudge, etc…

Of course there is no cure for actual stupid, but if somebody is going to start recognizing shit when it's under their nose, Lea knows you gotta start young.

 Due to her interference there are less deaths in the final battle, because a buddy system of sorts is prevalent

Fred's legs get crushed by debree, but he doesn't die, Percy loses an arm, Colin Creevy is loses sight in one eye and is knocked out in a coma for five months, but survives, Nymphadora  Lupin ends up having to wear a prosthetic like Moody, but doesn't really mind, says she'll carry on the legacy.

Remus Lupin gets more scars than people think possible, but does manage to save his wife's life and stay alive himself, Lavender Brown survives, but ends up a werewolf, actually becomes close to the Lupins and Potters, Hermione has curse burns up and down her arms, but this doesn't stop her from becoming a Minister for Magic by 2019

Ron loses three fingers, Nevile has a scar down his face, Shacklebot loses an eye, Luna is missing a part of her left ear, she and George bond

Lea is depressed, looking at younger kids and thinking if any of them died because these canon deaths didn't happen, keeps saying she 'should have done more', her friends help her through this

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Some snippets, thoughts and scenes incoming, but this one has a lot more stream-of-though outlines than anything else so we’ll see how much actually gets posted.

No beta! You’ve been warned!

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now for some art from way back 2016. of Ferdinand and Samantha, the wizard x muggle pair.

and also some designs for the Pyrites family

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[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

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I do! My blurb requests are pretty much always open but my fic requests are open a lot less of the time, but the info for that will be in my bio :) also for requests I’ll only write them if they’re specific and not just like “Write some fluff please” because I have little imagination whoooo

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Ben Hardy

Joe Mazzello

Gwilym Lee

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Warren Worthington (X-Men Apocalypse)

Four (6 Underground)

Peter Beale (East Enders)

Pat Murray (Undrafted)

Eugene Sledge (The Pacific)

Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)

Charlie Nelson (Midsomer Murders)

The Umbrella Academy Hargreeves Children

Richard Madden

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David Budd (Bodyguard)

Leo West (Ibiza)

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Favourite Films from 2018

1. Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

Directed by Bob Persichetti, Peter Ramsey, and Rodney Rothman  

If this movie had absolutely no story, it would still be worth the price of admission. It's an astounding achievement in animation that brings to life a moving piece of pop art. It does have a story, however, and a particularly affective one. Into the Spider-Verse is a deep dive into the mythology of Spider-Man, taking over 60 years of storytelling and condensing it into a few concentrated attributes. It then introduces us to the variety of characters who share these attributes, and convinces us to care about them. It rises above most superhero films and tells a story that seems simultaneously sensational and incredibly personal. It does not overwhelm us with spectacle, but rather takes the time to offer quiet moments of emotional resonance. And then wows us with the spectacle.

2. If Beale Street Could Talk

Directed by Barry Jenkins

Films should be able to make you feel something. And it is every directors goal to convey an emotion through their visual conception. Barry Jenkins does this better than most of his contemporaries. Much like Moonlight, Beale Street is a film that warms your soul with overwhelming intimacy and sentiment. The beauty in James Laxton’s cinematography- soft lighting in close-ups and graceful camera waltzes through long shots convey a sense of dreamlike wonder. There are darker moments in the film as well, and Jenkins allows us to feel ever moment of injustice, desperation and despair in them. If Beale Street Could Talk is not just a love story, but a story of the most resilient kind of love. 

3. Sorry to Bother You

Directed by Boots Riley

In terms of sheer originality this is the best film of the year. In his directorial debut, Boots Riley tells us a science fiction story that is funny, dark and deeply thought-provoking, in a way that most of Black Mirror dreams it was. Lakeith Stanfield leads with a stellar performance, presenting a frazzled sort of energy that is enough to make you laugh and/or feel pretty unsettled. He’s accompanied by Tessa Thompson’s effortless charm, and Armie Hammer’s effortless dickishness. Add to that some particularly clever voice-over performances and its already a standout film. But it’s the attention to detail from the production design, the make-up, hair, costuming, and music, that make this an incredibly well rounded, wholly enjoyable affair.  

4. Black Panther

Directed by Ryan Coogler

This is the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s watershed moment. The care and attention that was paid in simply assembling the best team possible to work on this film pays off incredibly. Ryan Coogler and his dream team created a singular creative vision to inspire and entertain fans new and old. Wakanda feels like a living, breathing world, far more impressive than most of its comic book portrayals. Shot and lit by Rachel Morrison, costumed by Ruth E. Carter’s impeccable hand, and pulsing to Ludwig Goransson’s iconic score. And then there are the performances. Fierce moments between Danai Gurira and Lupita Nyongo, poignant exchanges between Chadwick Boseman and John Kani. And impassioned moments between Michael B. Jordan and pretty much everyone. Killmonger is the MCU’s best villain yet, but you already know that. Jordan’s performance is one that simply needs to be appreciated over and over again, his passionate command of Coogler’s screenplay stirs your heart, and may damn well bring some tears to your eyes, as it never fails to do so for me.  

5. Roma

Directed by Alfonso Cuaron

Alfonso Cuaron wrote, directed, shot, and cut this film himself, and you can certainly believe his passion for this project shines through in all of those aspects. Roma seems like an incredibly personal film, and it’s the mark of any great filmmaker to make your audience empathetic to a personal project. Cuaron’s story is one deeply rooted in Mexican history and culture, but the themes of infidelity, chauvinism and female independence are ones that we can and should engage with. Cuaron’s cinematography is incredibly beautiful in this film. Under his own hand rather than his best pal Emmanuel Lubezki, Cuaron’s signature long takes are moments of deep emotion, allowing us as an audience to simply sit back and soak in the gravity of a scene- its beauty, sadness, and joy.    

6. BlacKkKlansmen

A Spike Lee Joint

The film is upsetting, as it absolutely should be. That being said, this is the first time in a while I’ve seen Spike Lee have fun with a project. Ron Stallworth’s story is an incredible one, but it’s not without its moments of absurd levity. John David Washington and Adam Driver have incredible chemistry together, and they play off of each other as humorously as most buddy copy films. BlacKkKlansmen is a true story though, and ultimately an incredibly important one. How does one man fight racism in its most violent form, and do so with impeccable courage. Stallworth is one of history’s true heroes, but Spike Lee makes sure that we understand why this story is still relevant today, and why it is our responsibility to fight injustice with the same courage that Stallworth did.  

7. Eighth Grade

Directed by Bo Burnham

Its understandable that the most accurate depiction of social media on screen yet comes from someone with a prolific background in social media like Bo Burnham. This is just one detail out of many that he gets so right in his film. He chooses to tell the story of a lead character that would traditionally get no attention in the field of coming-of-age movies. Watching Kayla win an award for “most quiet student” sums up how real and relatable her character is. Elsie Fisher’s performance sells this, and winds up being one of the strongest of the year. With Eighth Grade, Burnham has shown how incredibly in touch he is, and it’s a quality sorely lacking in most standard Hollywood fare.  

8. Isle of Dogs

Directed by Wes Anderson

Obviously charming, as with any Wes Anderson film. Obviously cute, as with anything involving dogs. Throughout his filmography, Anderson has always managed to find the charm in adolescence, whether having children as lead or supporting characters, or telling a story that is young at heart. In Isle of Dogs, his story touches on that same charm. A child’s love for his dog is the main plot point, and his journey is one that touches on our intrinsic reminiscence of childhood adventure. All of this is accompanied by Alexandre Desplat's delightfully memorable score, which is worth listening to all on its own.

9. The Favourite

Directed by Yorgos Lanthimos

In comparison to Yorgos Lanthimos' other popular film The Lobster, it’s clear he's established a distinct voice in absurd humour. The Favourite is just as absurd, but far more darker. There are moments that are outright hilarious, but they are accompanied by moments of tragic sadness. Watching Olivia Colman's Queen Anne transition from cheerful to melancholic is heartbreaking. Supported by strong performances from Rachel Weisz and Emma Stone, and accompanied by assuredly strong production design and cinematography, The Favourite rounds out as one of the years finest films.  

10. The Death of Stalin

Directed by Armando Ianucci

Armando Ianucci has never told a darker story than this one. As with most of his work, The Death of Stalin is uproariously funny. His knack for showing the silliest sides of politicians is at its best here, and the political climate that he deals with is the perfect vehicle for it. We watch these characters scramble for power, and watch them commit horrible atrocities in the process. A lot of it is funny in the darkest of fashions. But by the time we get to the end, we understand just how disturbing the story has been and are left to contemplate how humanity can slip so far into horror, and hope we can learn from it.  

Honorable Mentions

Shoplifters (Directed by Haruomi Hasuno), Paddington 2 (Directed by Paul King), Christopher Robin (Directed by Marc Foster), Halloween (Directed by David Gordon Green), Incredibles 2 (Directed by Brad Bird), Crazy Rich Asians (Directed by John M. Chu), Avengers: Infinity War (Directed by Anthony and Joe Russo), First Man (Directed by Damien Chazelle), A Quiet Place (Directed by John Krasinski) Tag (Directed by Jeff Tomsic)

[nevillelongsbottom]

are ya’all even ready for it: here it is, the hot fuzz au, featuring neville and lee! i’m tagging @amaliabones just bcus i love her and need validation and @audrxyweasley the bae

The only thing Neville is looking forward to in Ottery St Catchpole is, perhaps, the fresh air.

He shifts on the train as he clings to the poor peace lily he’s having to take with him; she’s not going to like the journey much at all, and he sighs into her leaves.

“Sorry, Hannah,” he says. “Not long now.”

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It’s worse than he ever could have imagined: the pub is full of underage losers with voices like helium led by an indignant teen by the name of Ginny, the streets are full of leering young adults, and the person he’s just arrested for trying to not only drive drunk but with a traffic cone on his head turns out to be one of the other police constables.

“Cheer up,” he says, poking his pierced tongue out. “Means you’ve got work to do, doesn’t it?” Neville twitches; Lee seems to have all the professionalism of a goat, and twice the amount of cheek, and yet somehow they’ve been lumped as partners. Peace lily or no, he has limits - first, to be sent to this boring little village; second, to have such irritatingly poor colleagues…

He’s going to go mad and get back to London to be transferred to a mental hospital.

“Hey,” Lee calls from across the room, flinging over the car keys, which Neville catch effortlessly. “Chin up, pretty. Got a missing swan, belonging to one Luna Lovegood.”

“Lovegood?” Neville frowns. “Come on, Lee, stop taking the piss.”

“Says Sergeant Longbottom!” one of the Trouble Twins calls from his desk, and the other one joins in for their mingled hyena laugh. Neville resists the urge to throttle them both.

“Nah, she’s real, sadly. Bit off the deep end, but nice enough. You’re driving.”

“So I noticed,” Neville mutters, jangling the keys. “How does one go about catching a swan, exactly?”

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With difficulty, apparently.

Neville tries to ignore the stifled giggles of Rolf Scamander, nosy neighbour, as he takes a reckless dive for the bird, who screeches and increases her pace as he slams full throttle into the ground.

“Bloody hell,” he grumbles as he gets up. “I’d rather be chasing a cat burglar.”

“What? The cats are even harder to catch,” Lee laughs, resting an arm on Neville’s shoulder. “We could just lose it a bit further out and have lunch at the pub. Luna’d be none the wiser.”

“Absolutely not!” Neville snaps, appalled at just the suggestion of such an act. “We are going to catch this swan, Jordan, because that is our job and what we are paid to do.” He cracks his knuckles. “Now come on; we’ve a swan to catch.”

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Neville does not catch the swan before lunch at the pub, and decides to begin a lifelong rivalry with the species out of stubborn frustration.

“Don’t worry, sarge,” Lee purrs. “It always takes some time to get used to the swing of things. How are you enjoying our little town?”

“It’s nice,” he says, taking a sip of his apple juice. “Quaint.”

“You mean shit,” Lee corrects. “Well, you’re a city boy. I guess that’s to be expected.” He has a gulp of his pint. “I’ve been here all my life. Never known anything different. It’s good, you know.”

“I imagine I’ll get used to it,” Neville replies, wishing beyond nothing for a good London patrol; nobody’s doing anything here, and why his talent and arrest records are being wasted, he has no idea. Lee smiles sympathetically.

On the bright side, Neville catches the swan.

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He gets on with his duties and tries to find excitement and fun in the little things, but fails rather spectacularly. Lee’s Lee: he eats lunch with a pint at the pub and offers snide comments and little effort until Neville asks for it. The newspaper publishes articles on him, and spell his name wrong so he’s christened Log-in-Bottom by the Trouble Twins, who seem to think they’re being funny.

“I mean, it is kinda funny,” Lee shrugs. “You’ve got to admit.”

“No,” Neville says sharply, “it isn’t.”

“Alright, children, stop bickering,” Crouch Jr grunts as he passes a pair of tickets to Neville. “I’d like it if you two could do the whole department a favour and show some responsible face at this local production - or is that too hard for you?”

“No, sir,” Neville replies, trying to keep the anger out of his voice; it wouldn’t do to be angry now. “We’ll go. Lee?”

“Well, my usual style’s action, but I’ll give it a go,” he says with a smile. Neville resists the urge to roll his eyes, and hides his own smile behind his hand; there’s a lot to be said for Lee, he supposes, playful and witty. Sometimes. If he’s lucky. “Who doesn’t enjoy a bit of forbidden romance?” He grins, elbowing Neville.

“Get off, Lee,” he grumbles, but half-heartedly.

As expected, the play is abysmal; the actors are about as convincing as a twig, and having to smile at them at the after-party strains Neville’s cheeks. Lee, thankfully, is better, knowing them both a little growing up (“not that I was ever friends with Pansy and Blaise, mind; pair of twats”), and makes conversation for the both of them.

“And how on Earth did they ever become actors?” Neville grumbles, chewing on the energy bar he’d brought with him and wishing he had a coffee or the like.

“Money,” Lee replies. “They’ve got tons of it. That’s all.” He leans on the counter. “Those kind of divisions really come out in towns like these, you know? But we put up with it, like I’m sure you do in old London.” He takes a sip of his pint. “At least that play’s over, right?”

“Yes. Right.” Neville allows himself a rare smile as he looks down at Lee, leaning in to add a “thank God”.

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It’s been a long while since Neville’s last been to a crime scene, and he has to suppress the urge to whoop with glee as he passes under the tape.

“Morning,” Theo mumbles, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s happened here, then?” Neville asks, nodding a curt good morning to Officers Brown and Weasley (just Fred this time, thankfully).

“It’s what it looks like,” Fred shrugs. “Car accident. Parkinson and Zabini, as you can see, have been rather made mincemeat of.” (This is not an exaggeration; were Neville not so hardy from his years in London, the sight might’ve made him sick.) “So, sarge, you’re the expert here. What’s the plan?”

“Plan?” Neville frowns. “Cordon the area, single lane of traffic, visible police presence.” He looks over at Lee, who shrugs.

“Sounds right to me,” he offers.

“Then get on it with it,” Theo nods. “I’ll call the meds to clean up. Keep the public at arm’s length, alright? We don’t want to worry them; there’s just been a terrible accident.”

“Accident?” Neville frowns. “Sir, that didn’t look like an accident to me - and, by the way, it’s meant to be ‘collision’ now. Revised police vocabulary.”

“Right. Fine. A terrible collision; mouth shut, Lee, and let’s get that cordon up.”

Neville nods, taking every spare moment to fold his arms and muse; it seems strange, really, for the beheading as demonstrated on poor Parkinson to be as a result of the same collision that’s merely left Zabini a mess on the dashboard. Lee saunters up and prods him.

“What?”

“You don’t think it’s an accident, do you?” Lee asks.

“Collision.”

“You don’t think it’s a collision, do you?”

“It’s not my place to speculate without evidence, but not really, no. It just seems strange, like there’s something off about it.” Neville shrugs. “Never mind. I’m sure we’ll find out if there is any trouble in the investigation.”

“If anyone bothers to look,” Lee adds helpfully.

“Oi, Log-arse!” Fred calls; Neville sighs, and ducks back under the tape, Lee watching him go and poking his tongue to his cheek as he eyes up the wreckage.

-

Neville is beginning to feel like he knows the pub better than the back of his own hand; he sighs as he takes another drink of his apple juice, and Lee glances over.

“Something up?” he asks.

“No. I’m just tired.” Neville shifts over as two other patrons shove in next to him, pressing his lips together to conceal his irritation.

“Ah, look who it is!” one of them jeers. “Sergeant Longbottom, what a delight to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about your crime-solving exploits.” He holds out a hand that Neville shakes politely. “Draco Malfoy.”

“That huge mansion that takes up the entire village skyline?” Daphne adds, leaning in; Neville’s tried to avoid her smug face like the plague, but she seems fixated on him. “That’s his, and it’s all off kitchen utensils, can you believe it?”

“It’s a profitable market,” Draco grumbles, and as he makes to light a cigarette, Neville neatly snatches it from his hand and points a thumb to the door.

“Outside,” he says gruffly.

Draco rolls his eyes. “Miserable git.”

Daphne laughs, watching him go. “Don’t mind him, sarge. He’s always like that.”

“Is he now,” Neville mutters into his glass. Lee laughs, slinging their elbows together.

“Come on,” he says. “I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up. Point Break or Bad Boys II?”

-

“Have you ever fired two guns while jumping through the air? Or one? Ever fired a gun into the sky while screaming ‘aaah’? Ever knocked a man out with one punch?”

Suddenly, the barrage of questions Lee had posed to Neville in the first few days they’d worked together makes sense: these films, Neville notes, have no grounding in reality whatsoever and plot lines so unbelievably thick that a two-year-old could follow them easily, and yet he finds that they’re somewhat… enjoyable, with a cornetto and a glass of wine.

“Well?” Lee asks with his trademark wide grin, pushing the DVD back into its box.

“They were very interesting films,” Neville says carefully, and Lee smiles, knotting his fingers in Neville’s hair and pulling him down for a short and nearly chaste kiss; Neville raises an eyebrow, but Lee doesn’t seem to respond.

“Great,” he says, “I’ve got loads more where they came from. Now how about some Zombies’ Party?”

-

Neville sighs as he ducks under a flapping line of police tape, folding his arms as he examines the wreckage that once was Draco Malfoy’s mansion.

“Another accident?” he asks Lee.

“Gas explosion,” is the answer.

“Don’t you think it’s a little strange that there are two accidents like this in a row? Especially considering Malfoy’s clearly well-despised temperament?”

Lee shrugs. “Accidents happen - or, should I say, collisions happen.”

Neville stifles a laugh. “Shut up.”

Lee nods, wrapping an arm around Neville’s neck and leaning in close, breath warm where Neville’s skin is exposed. “Don’t let anyone else hear you think it’s not an accident, though, alright? They’ll take the piss.”

Neville frowns, glancing up; Lavender is waving at him from closer to the crime scene. “Lee, what if it’s not an accident? We can’t just ignore that possibility.”

“Nev,” Lee pleads.

“I’m a policeman. It’s our duty to find out what’s happened.”

Of course, they laugh at him.

-

They laugh at him all the way to the village fair, where the other officers have themselves some rip-roaring fun while Neville sits by himself and just thinks; there’s something off about this village, that’s for sure, but he just can’t pinpoint what.

“Sergeant Longbottom?” a hopeful young voice inquires; Neville looks up at the bright face of Colin Creevey, who’s far too lovely to be angry with, bad spelling or no. “I was hoping to talk to you about something - to do with the accidents.”

Neville sits up, nodding. “Of course; what is it?”

“Well, I’ve got a few things to do first, but why don’t we talk by the church? At three?”

Neville nods. “Of course. Thank you for coming forward, Mr Creevey.”

As Colin hurries off, camera raised, Neville allows himself a small smile - he’s not entirely wrong after all, then, and he stands up, finding Lee armed with a huge puff of candy floss. “Hi, Lee.”

“Hiya, Nev!” Lee says cheerily. “Look, you know how you love me and all?”

“Do I, now?”

“Course you do. I’m charming and wonderful and there’s a really big teddy bear over there and I want it.”

Neville snorts, wandering over to the stall and picking up the play rifle, so light under his hands; he barely even pays attention to the rules, just to what’ll get Lee that bear - Lee’s been good, and nice, and supportive, and Neville wishes there was a better way to show his gratitude than just getting Lee a fairground toy.

It’s effortlessly won and Lee looks pleased as punch, clinging to the bear, three quarters his height and making it look like there’s a large fluffy bear walking around.

“You’re the best,” Lee purrs.

“Just repaying all the cornettos,” he shrugs.

-

It’s pissing it down with rain and Neville wants to cry: Creevey’s dead and the other officers are still insisting it’s a fucking accident and even Lee’s all tired out, holding the umbrella.

“Don’t take it personally,” Lee implores. “We don’t get murders round here.”

“That’s no excuse for the police to just pretend that murders aren’t happening!” Neville shouts, running a hand through his hair. “People are dying - they’re being killed - and we’re still stuck in the ‘accident’ stage! Can’t you see it’s wrong?”

“These things just don’t happen here!” Lee insists. “I don’t think Theo even knows murder procedure.”

“That’s no excuse!”

“But that’s how this place works, Nev! Deal with it!”

“I will not deal with the blatant incompetence and ignorance of this constabulary!”

Lee sighs. “Come on, man. And I’ve got faith in you.” He shoves the umbrella into Neville’s hand and jogs away across the green, head ducked down, giant teddy tucked under his arm.

-

The bell on the door rings as Neville steps inside, immediately hit by the smell of the happy blooming flowers. He’s not spoken to Miss Sprout much at all, but she’s never seemed anything but kind, with a soft round face and a beaming smile.

“Good morning, Sergeant Longbottom,” she says. “What brings you to this little shop?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if you had any Japanese peace lilies,” he answers; she nods. “For a friend - a close friend.”

“That’s lovely. Flowers are the best gift, I think; it’s just a shame I can’t stay, really.”

“Oh?” Neville frowns. “Why?”

“I’ll be moving away soon - a shame, really, but that’s just how things go, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so.” As Sprout wraps up Neville’s lily carefully, he explores the shop further, admiring the brightly coloured petals and elegant arrangements further back in the shop. It’s nice, he thinks, maybe the only part of the village he really appreciates; if only he weren’t so busy, he’d perhaps keep more plants. He likes them. They seem to understand.

He steps back over to the counter and almost retches with horror: Sprout is dying right in front of him, stabbed in the neck by her shears, and the suspect dressed in black has just dashed by him.

Yelping and using what little activity skills must remain from his years in the Met, he makes chase, but the suspect is unreal: they can run at speed and great length, longer than him, and Neville’s very well-trained.

He runs a hand through his hair. “Oh, bugger.”

-

Lee’s sweet with him, even if the idea of murder still seems to be entirely implausible to the rest of the constabulary, and even when his accusation that it’s Greengrass backfires miserably.

“It’ll be alright, boss,” he says, leaning a head on Neville’s shoulder. “Maybe it was just a collision.”

“Piss off, Jordan,” Neville grumbles. “I know I’m right. There’s just something I’m missing.”

“You’ll get there,” Lee says, patting his back. “You ought to head home, though. Maybe grab some sleep; that always helps me figure out the next level of Sonic.”

“This is real life, not Sonic,” Neville reminds him. “But thanks.”

“No problem, sarge. Call round tomorrow if you’re still feeling rough and we can have a coffee, maybe a pint,  yeah?”

-

Goyle’s on the floor along with the remnants of a shattered peace lily pot and Neville’s chest is heaving; he wants to call Lee, tell him what’s happened, but there’s no time: his head is racing and he knows what’s going on and he doesn’t like it, and though Lee is important, justice comes first.

He grabs his coat, and goes.

He can’t believe the scale of the operation: practically an entire village, conspiring for perfection in the worst way possible, as if it’s attainable, as if there’s something wrong with reality, that people exist and are flawed and that the function of villages are to help them cope with these flaws.

And he - he is just another box on their checklist.

Lee bails him; they’re on the road to London when he pulls over, thumbing over a few twenties as he chews his lip. “Get back to London, yeah? Stay safe. Away from here - just let the town get on.”

“What?” Neville frowns. “You can’t go back, Lee - they’re, you know, murderers!”

“I live there, Nev. It’s my home,” Lee shrugs. “I’m not expecting that you’ll understand, because you’re a city boy. But some of us are tied to our homes.”

“Lee, please,” Neville begs, but Lee is just smiling and walking away, disappearing into the encroaching dark. Neville resists the urge to kick the car, and slides in, slamming the door shut and revving the engine.

-

There’s a charm to action films, and a certain kind of badass dignity one achieves when riding into town on a horse with enough guns strapped to themselves to take down the residents of Ottery St Catchpole three times over.

There’s a charm, too, to leaning down to kiss the person you love while armed to the nines.

-

While Neville infinitely prefers extreme cycling to extreme driving, he’s certainly not averse to either; he is, however, not much a fan of being shot at while trying to drive frantically in pursuit of Crouch and Greengrass.

It’s hard to keep the smile off his face when Crouch inevitably crashes and when Greengrass ends up impaled on the model village spire, and Lee is immediately at his side, elbowing him. “I think she looked better without the new addition,” he says, deadpan until he giggles. “You did a good thing, you know. Old Crouch deserved that broken arm.”

“Oi! Log-arse!” They’re a whole crew, the police force, clambering up the hill and over to the model village, all grinning widely; the twins, Theo, Lavender, the incomprehensible Oliver (Neville thinks even the people in Scotland would struggle to make sense of his drawling accent), and the desk crew, Seamus and Dean. “Look at you go, you London wanker!”

“That’s high praise from you, Fred,” Neville says with a smile. “You guys took care of everything in town?”

“That’s everyone locked up and away, and higher forces called,” Theo confirms.

“And yet you’re all here, with no-one taking care of the cells,” Neville points out, chuckling lightly - it’s not funny, of course, but it’s just so wonderfully typical of the Catchpole Police Service. “We ought to head back, keep an eye out. You guys can decide who the cake’s on this time, and not Lee, because he’s a great shot.” (This is most indubitably a lie.) “Thank you for all your help - even you, Fred, George.”

“No problem, Log-bum,” George says cheerily. “That’s our job. Just make us best men at yours and Lee’s wedding.” Neville rolls his eyes, but smiles over at Lee, linking their hands.

“Have you still got that giant teddy?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Just curious.”

-

“Man, I hate paperwork,” grumbles Fred; not that he’s done much, of course, just a pathetic pile of completed papers.

“At least we’ve got cake!” Lavender beams, offering Fred another slice that he takes gleefully; even Neville takes another slice, between watering the service’s new collection of cactus plants. “This is so much fun. We should do this more often.”

“Just arrest more people,” says Theo.

Neville pauses, cup of water hovering nervously over Oliver Wood Jr., turning slowly to Lee. “Hey, Lee,” he says, “was Moody in the NWA?”

Lee’s eyes widen. “Shit,” he says in substitute of “yes”, and dives for the door to find the nearest weapon; Neville grabs an empty plate as the door to the CCTV room swings open and Mad-Eye Moody steps through, gun in hand.

“Think we were through, did you, Longbottom?” he bellows, and fires.

Lee’s an idiot, and he gets in the way.

-

“Hey,” Lee says, pausing to lean back in through the car window. “Want anything from the shop, love?”

“Just a cornetto,” Neville replies, softly kissing Lee’s lips. “Sarge.”

“Coming up, Inspector.” As Lee heads off, Neville leans out of the car window; he takes a breath of Ottery St Catchpole’s fresh air, and eagerly awaits yet another day of working in a small village.