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[magical-reid]

The Fine Line Between Pretending and Falling

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw! Reader

Word Count: 1.6 K

Prompt: 31: “You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.”

Summary: When Ravenclaw Y/N enlists Fred to be her fake boyfriend to fend off a persistent admirer, she expects an elaborate but ultimately harmless plan. But Fred’s penchant for theatrics—and the growing feelings between them—turn what should have been a simple ruse into something much more complicated.

The problem started with Jeremy Tuttle.

For weeks, you’d tried to politely decline his advances, endure his overly enthusiastic conversations, and sidestep his relentless invitations to study together. It was exhausting, and no amount of subtle rejection seemed to deter him.

Desperate for a solution, you turned to Fred Weasley, a master of mischief and persuasion, to play the role of your fake boyfriend. His easy charm and love for theatrics made him the perfect candidate—or so you thought. What you didn’t realize was how quickly Fred would take the reins, blurring the lines between pretense and reality.

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Blurred Lines

What you hadn’t anticipated was how much you’d enjoy Fred’s company. He made you laugh, even when you were determined to stay annoyed with him, and he had a way of noticing things others overlooked.

One evening, as you sat in the library revising for your Charms exam, Fred appeared beside you with a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

“I figured you might need a snack,” he said, sliding the box across the table. “And don’t worry—I picked out the good ones. No earwax, I promise.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Fred.”

He leaned back in his chair, watching you with a soft grin. “What kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly turned your attention back to your notes, willing the flutter in your chest to settle.

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The Great Hall Incident

The plan was going well—or so you thought. By the fourth day, Fred had ramped up his efforts, wrapping his arm around you in the corridors, and occasionally whispering something teasing that made you blush.

But everything came to a head one morning in the Great Hall. You were seated at the Ravenclaw table, buttering toast, when Fred sauntered over from the Gryffindor side, earning curious looks from the other students.

“Good morning, love,” he greeted, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head before sliding onto the bench beside you.

You blinked at him, startled. “Fred, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer, instead reaching for a piece of toast from your plate and biting into it with a grin.

The answer came a moment later when you spotted Jeremy entering the hall. Fred must have noticed him first.

Before you could say anything, Fred leaned in and, without warning, kissed you square on the lips.

Gasps rippled through the Great Hall as heads turned toward the spectacle.

Your heart raced as Fred pulled back, his smirk firmly in place. “Just making sure everyone knows you’re taken,” he said, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

Your cheeks burned, but before you could respond, you caught sight of Jeremy standing frozen in the doorway, his face a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

Fred glanced in his direction and gave a small, satisfied nod before returning his attention to you. “Toast’s a bit dry, don’t you think?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” Fred said, entirely unbothered, “you keep me around.”

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The Quidditch Sweater

A week later, you found yourself seated in the Ravenclaw stands during a Gryffindor Quidditch match. It was cold, and Fred had insisted you wear his Gryffindor sweater for “authenticity.”

“You know, to really sell the whole boyfriend thing,” he’d said with a wink as he handed it to you that morning.

Now, as you watched the game, his red-and-gold sweater hung loosely on you, the scent of broomstick polish and something distinctly Fred lingering on the fabric. You felt more self-conscious than you ever had, especially when a few of your Ravenclaw friends raised eyebrows at your outfit.

When Fred scored a spectacular goal, he looped around the pitch, searching the stands until his eyes landed on you. His grin widened, and he gave an exaggerated bow in midair before flying off again.

“Ridiculous,” you muttered under your breath, though you couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips.

After Gryffindor’s inevitable victory, Fred made a show of flying over to you, landing just beyond the stands and jogging up the steps with his broom in hand.

“Thought you’d like a personal victory lap,” he teased, pulling you into a quick hug.

The sweater hung even looser now, but as Fred ruffled your hair with an affectionate grin, you realized you didn’t care who noticed anymore.

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The Gryffindor Common Room

It was late one evening when you found yourself in the Gryffindor common room, sitting beside Fred on the worn couch near the fire. You weren’t sure how he had talked you into staying, but the warmth of the flames and the easy laughter of the Gryffindors around you made it hard to leave.

George, however, wasn’t letting it go unnoticed.

“You know,” he said, leaning against the arm of a nearby chair, “you don’t need to fool anyone here. We all know the ‘fake boyfriend’ routine is for show.”

Fred raised an eyebrow. “And what makes you think we’re not just this madly in love, dear brother?”

George smirked. “Because you’re sitting here with hearts in your eyes, and she’s the one keeping you grounded. It’s almost nauseating.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

George grinned. “Takes one to know one.”

Fred threw a cushion at his brother, who dodged it with practiced ease, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know, we could always move this to the Ravenclaw common room,” you teased Fred, leaning against his shoulder.

Fred shook his head, feigning horror. “Too quiet. Not enough chaos for my taste.”

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Hogsmeade

When the next Hogsmeade weekend arrived, Fred didn’t even wait for you to ask—he showed up outside the Ravenclaw tower with his hand already extended.

“Shall we?” he said, grinning.

The walk to the village was filled with light banter, Fred making exaggerated gestures every time a group of students passed by to ensure they noticed the two of you holding hands.

At Honeydukes, he bought your favorite sweets, stuffing the bag into your hands with a mock-serious expression. “A boyfriend’s duty,” he said solemnly.

By the time you reached The Three Broomsticks, the whispers around Hogwarts had reached a fever pitch. You could feel the curious stares as Fred guided you to a table, but you found yourself caring less and less.

When the two of you finally returned to the castle, your cheeks were flushed from the cold—and from Fred’s endless teasing.

“You know,” you said as you climbed the stairs back to your common room, “you’re enjoying this way too much.”

Fred leaned closer, his grin softer than usual. “Maybe I am,” he admitted, his voice quiet.

Your breath hitched, but before you could respond, he kissed your forehead, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“Goodnight, love,” he said, leaving you standing there, your heart racing as he disappeared down the corridor.

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Not Pretending Anymore

The next evening, as you sat together in the library, Fred broke the comfortable silence between you.

“You know,” he said, his voice unusually serious, “this whole fake boyfriend thing was supposed to be fun. But…”

You glanced at him, your quill hovering over the parchment. “But?”

Fred hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’m pretending anymore.”

His words hit you like a bludger, your heart pounding as you struggled to find the right response.

“Fred…”

He smiled faintly, his usual bravado gone. “I’ve never felt this way before, and it scares me. But the idea of not trying? That scares me even more.”

“You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“I lied.”

Fred’s hand found yours, his fingers brushing against your own before curling around them. “So, what happens now?”

You swallowed, your voice soft but steady. “Now, we stop pretending.”

And as his lips met yours in the quiet of the library, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable truth between you.

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Okay how about, a George x F!reader where we're dating Fred to make George jealous 🤭

Hello hellooo, i hope you like it! ♡♡

Playing With Fire .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: You had been hopelessly in love with George Weasley for years, but he never seemed to notice. And when you finally got tired of waiting, Fred—your equally mischievous best friend—came up with a plan: fake dating.

george weasley x f!reader

You had made a lot of bad decisions in your life.

But agreeing to fake date Fred Weasley?

That was possibly the worst.

"You’re absolutely insane," you muttered, standing beside him at the Gryffindor table.

Fred only grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders dramatically. "Love, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me."

Across the table, George was watching with an unreadable expression.

"Alright," Fred announced loudly, clearly putting on a show. "How about a kiss for your dear boyfriend, hmm?"

Your face turned scarlet. "Fred—"

But before you could protest, he planted a quick kiss on your forehead.

You groaned, shoving him. "I hate you."

Fred just smirked. "No, you love me. That’s the problem."

George suddenly stood up.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked, frowning.

"Library," George muttered. "Too much nonsense here."

And then, without another word, he stormed off.

You stared after him, heart hammering.

Fred, meanwhile, was beaming. "Well, that was interesting."

The next week was a nightmare.

Fred was having the time of his life, playing the role of overdramatic fake boyfriend.

George?

George was losing his mind.

It started with glares.

Then, passive-aggressive remarks.

And finally, full-blown jealousy-fueled chaos.

The worst moment happened in Potions.

Snape had just paired you with Fred—again—when George slammed his textbook onto the desk next to you.

"Partner switch," he declared.

Snape raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "No."

George gritted his teeth. "Why not?"

Snape looked bored. "Because I don’t take requests from lovesick schoolboys."

The class erupted in whispers.

Your soul left your body.

George turned bright red. "I am not—"

Snape gave him a look. "Do you wish to continue embarrassing yourself, or shall I continue my lesson?"

George shut up immediately.

"Five points from Gryffindor," Snape said.

You, on the other hand, were fighting for your life trying not to laugh.

Fred, of course, was enjoying every second of it.

"You know, mate," he whispered to George, leaning closer. "If you like her so much, you could just ask her out instead of glaring at me like you want me dead."

George went rigid.

You nearly dropped your cauldron.

Fred winked at you before turning back to his work, humming cheerfully.

It all exploded at the next Gryffindor party.

The common room was packed, music blasting, laughter filling the air.

You were standing near the fireplace, talking to Fred, when George marched up to you.

"Enough," he muttered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you aside.

Your eyes widened. "George?"

He stopped in a quieter corner, running a hand through his hair, looking completely wrecked.

"What is this?" he demanded.

You swallowed. "What is what?"

He let out a frustrated sigh. "You and Fred. This—" He motioned between you. "Are you actually dating?"

You hesitated. "Would it matter if we were?"

His jaw clenched. "Yes."

Your heart pounded. "Why?"

George exhaled sharply, looking everywhere but you.

And then, in a voice so quiet you barely heard it—

"Because it’s supposed to be me."

The world tilted.

You stared at him, completely stunned.

"What?"

He swallowed hard. "It was always supposed to be me."

Your breath caught.

"George—"

But before you could finish, he kissed you.

It was desperate, needy—like he had been holding it in for years.

And the moment you kissed him back, everything clicked into place.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing heavy.

"Please tell me I didn’t just ruin everything," he whispered.

You let out a soft laugh. "You’re an idiot, Weasley."

And then, you kissed him again.

From across the room, Fred watched with a victorious grin.

"Fucking finally!"

[pumkinzee]

DATING HARRY POTTER

pairing: Harry Potter x gn!reader

⌑ - English isn't my first language so I'm using a translator and my basic knowledge of the language!

𝐑equest 𝐨pens! + 𝐫ules!

Controversial opinion: he is very cloying

You are his safe place. After a bad day, a bad class, a bad dream, whatever, find comfort in your arms. He could spend hours being petted and hummed until you fell asleep.

(He secretly likes being the little spoon)

He doesn't like being called cheater. He once heard Hermione deny a rumor that he was cheating on you, but he still felt bad. The next day he spoiled you like never before, you had no idea why.

Sometimes he forgets that he is rich, he buys you expensive things for no reason just because they looked pretty to him.

He is VERY gentlemanly. He opens the doors for you, enters after you, gives you his coat, carries your backpack, gives you the best side of the bench when you share classes. He once tried to surprise you by doing your homework but ended up turning to Hermione.

It has nothing to do with it, but I feel like he has dyslexia.

He likes to hold his hands together, run his thumb across your palm, or squeeze your hand when he wants to get your attention.

I have a feeling he likes to bite. That is, you are normal, doing homework, and suddenly you feel a bite on your shoulder. Oh, it's just Harry.

His eyes light up when he sees you attending his Quidditch matches, whether you're from his house or not. He is convinced that you are his lucky charm

If you also play Quidditch and play against him, he will become competitive and mocking, he is convinced he can beat you. He probably throws unnecessary flirtations at you to distract you, but he forgets that he is playing when you return them.

If by chance you are from the same team he would be very overprotective, as if he didn't want them to do something to you or throw you off your broom. He forgets what his position is because he doesn't want you to fall or get hit.

He doesn't like people wearing his glasses, saying things like “wow, you're so blind!” Because of the magnification he uses, you are the only person, along with Ron and Hermione, who is allowed to take them off. The difference between you and Ron and Hermione is that he tells them that they are idiots and he tells you that you are beautiful

(he can't even see, but he knows)

He likes it when you spend time with him in his common room. You don't always have to be kissing, the simple idea of ​​your presence makes him happy

If you are from another house and you have to leave, he becomes whiny and tantrum, but not in front of you, in front of his friends.

“why did they have to leave!”

“bro, it's like eleven at night, let them sleep”

His nicknames to you are: angel, honey, dear

He has the money to pay for dates at expensive restaurants, but they are not his. Walks through Hogsmeade, buying candy, talking about life, board games sitting on his bed. Basically, quality time

His favorite part of your body is your hands. He likes to hold them, when you cup his face, to hold your wrist, to play with your fingers, to scratch your hands.

Did I mention it was sticky?

Honestly, I don't think he's the type to grab your waist when you're walking together, I feel like it's something more discreet and comfortable, like putting his hand on your lower back.

Secretly likes rom-coms

He likes to sit you on his lap. Not because of morbidity or any sexual tension, he likes to have you there, to know that you are with him, to kiss you on the back of the neck tenderly and to put his arms around your waist. He leans his forehead against your shoulder, closing his eyes as you talk to his friends casually, because for him it's already casual.

You have shared bracelets and he has a necklace with your initials, end of story

When you sleep together he says “would you love me if I were a worm?” because he simply has a very bad dream

Sometimes you call him James. Only you are allowed to call it that

He doesn't like doing homework, it's canon, but he stays up (or at least tries to) to keep you company. In the end he fails miserably because he always falls asleep in the worst positions, like sleeping on top of a stack of books. The next day he had neck pain

He's still a joker. If you walk in front of him he will put his foot into you so that you fall, he taps your left shoulder and appears on the right side, he steals some potatoes from your plate at mealtime, he steals some pens or blank parchments from you.

One day you couldn't find your Potions homework and it turns out that he had it because he had stolen it from your backpack and now he was copying you

His body temperature is cold, he wears a lot of sweaters when it's cold and yet he never warms up. They spend winter Sundays huddled under blankets in front of the fire in their common room.

Mrs. Weasley once made you a sweater for no apparent reason and his heart melted.

He wants to marry you, without a doubt. Every time you pass by a ring store he inevitably look at them before you realize it. 

©pumpkinzee

[bunny-1111]

Mattheo Riddle head canons

physical touch is his love language

hot-tempered

doesn't like to talk about his family or childhood AT ALL

had a pet bat growing up

throws up when he drinks to much, everytime

is an exceptionally good flyer

beater on the Slytherin team obvi

has major beef with the Weasley twins

listens to Chase Atlantic

was never the relationship type before you

he is very skilled at charms

he is always watching, nothing goes unnoticed by Mr Riddle

usually stays at hogwarts for the holidays, hates being home

loves getting you flustered

speaks parseltongue

leaves "accidentally" his hoodies and sweatshirts behind at your dorm so he can see you in them the next day

forces you to pluck his eyebrows

gets pissed off when he doesn't see you enough

if you guys are in seperate classes he'll walk into your class saying dumbledore sent him to collect you, then steal you away from classes for the rest of the day

he gets whatever he wants all he has to do is smile

he doesn't enjoy studying

avoids the library like a plague

you have to clean him up after he gets into fights

wont tolerate anyone saying a single bad thing about you - guy or girl he dgaf

during winter when no one is watching he forces you to make snow angels with him... he would deny it if anyone asks

Part 2 here

[tarot-dreams]

[mo0ns-and-stars]

Saw something like this on tiktok the other day and can we make a tinder but for ppl in the maurauders fandom? I feel like that would solve all my dating issues, like I don't care about what you work but wich marauder do you kin? What is your favorite ship? Your favourite moment in canon? Are we looking for a Wolfstar Jegulus or Jily kind of relationship?

[lovelyfreshpenguin]

Hey everybody 👋

[kingstarkingslay]

Remus, taking Regulus to a Muggle café: "So, this is a ‘latte’—" Regulus, sipping it and immediately making a face: "This is bean water." Remus, laughing: "Yeah, pretty much." Regulus, grudgingly taking another sip: "...I hate that I like it."

[shadesofhogwarts]

where Sirius appoints Regulus as his Chief Slytherin Analyst to find out which Slytherin James is sneaking off with (spoiler: it's Regulus)

Wordcount: 1.7k

Sirius Black was a man on a mission.

A mission that involved a corkboard, red string, and a fervent belief that James Potter, his best mate, his brother in all but blood, was sneaking off at odd hours. Alone. Suspiciously cheerful. Secretly smiling like a love-struck fool. Betrayal.Treason.

And worst of all– Sirius knew it had to be with a Slytherin. He was sneaking off to cavort with a Slytherin– a Slytherin– behind his back.

Unacceptable.

So he did what any normal, rational person would do: he turned an empty classroom into his personal investigation headquarters, complete with grainy surveillance (read: badly charmed photographs) and a complex web of suspects linked together with increasingly frantic scrawls of color-coded accusations.

"Right," Sirius barked, slapping a picture of Barty Crouch Jr. onto the board so hard the entire thing shook. "Look at his face. Look at it. No one with that much evil in his eyes gets that close to James unless he’s planning something."

Regulus Black, younger brother and resident Slytherin consultant, sat cross-legged on a desk, inspecting Sirius's work with barely concealed amusement, nodded solemnly, "Definitely suspicious. Maybe James is into... evil types?"

Sirius froze. Horror dawning.

"Oh my God," he whispered. "James has a villain kink."

Regulus coughed violently to cover his laughter.

"You know," Regulus said, tapping a photo of James talking to Evan Rosier during Potions class, "it could just be classwork."

Sirius scoffed, violently connecting Rosier’s picture to James's with a length of string.

"Open your eyes, Reggie. James hates Potions. And Rosier smells like cabbage. There's no way James is suffering that unless he's involved."

Regulus blinked, a picture of serene innocence. "Of course. Must be a love affair, then."

"Exactly!" Sirius cried, missing the heavy sarcasm entirely. He stabbed the marker at Rosier's photo. "But maybe it’s Mulciber. James did pass him a note in Charms once–"

Regulus arched an eyebrow. "Maybe he’s secretly courting the entire Slytherin house?"

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "Don’t be stupid. James has standards."

Regulus made a thoughtful hum, twisting the silver ring on his finger to hide his smirk.

Meanwhile, James– bless his stupid Gryffindor heart– was probably lurking two corridors down, waiting to drag Regulus into a broom closet and whisper "Did he buy it?" against his mouth.

(Spoiler: Sirius had bought it, paid extra, and tipped the cashier.)

And here Regulus was, actively assisting his brother in hunting down... himself.

Sirius stared at the corkboard like it had personally betrayed him.

"This isn't adding up," he muttered. "We need more evidence. We need–" He snapped his fingers. "–to spy on him!"

Regulus clapped his hands slowly. "Bravo. Very mature."

"I am mature," Sirius said rather proudly, missing the mockery. "And you, little brother, are going to help me."

Regulus sighed, sliding off the desk with the slow grace of a martyr.

"Fine. But when this blows up in your face, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Blow up?" Sirius laughed, throwing an arm around Regulus's shoulders. "Reggie, this is going to be legendary."

Regulus smiled thinly, already planning how best to break the news when– not if– he eventually got caught with his tongue down James' throat.

Legendary indeed.

Fast forward: three hours later.

The corkboard looked like a crime scene.

Regulus had been promoted to "Chief Slytherin Analyst."

Sirius had drawn a diagram titled "James's Possible Lovers" with a graph that included "Snape," "Rosier," "Mulciber," and, alarmingly, "Lucius Malfoy."

("If James is into blondes," Sirius said grimly, "we're all screwed.")

Regulus, at this point, had mentally divorced himself from reality.

And then– oh, and then– Sirius had an idea.

A terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad idea.

He decided they would tail James.

In disguise.

Wearing stupid Muggle sunglasses and trench coats they stole from McGonagall’s lost property closet

...

Sirius: "Keep low. Stay cool. Act natural."

Regulus, deadpan: "We are hiding behind a suit of armor, Sirius."

James, fifteen feet away, secretly dragging Regulus away.

"Oi, Reg, keep a sharp lookout everywhere yea- Reg..?"

Sirius blinked at the empty hallway.

"Wait... where did he go?"

Cue five straight minutes of Sirius running around the castle screaming "REGULUS? REGULUS??" while Regulus and James made out behind a tapestry.

(They were laughing so hard they almost got caught.)

...

It happened on a Tuesday.

Because of course it did. Tuesdays were cursed.

Sirius was tailing James again. (In broad daylight. Wearing a massive floppy sunhat. Looking absolutely deranged.)

He was alone this time– Regulus, the little traitor, had "homework" and "couldn’t make it."

('Suspicious,' Sirius had muttered. 'Snake behavior.')

He gripped his walkie-talkie and whispered into it (Regulus said he would be actively listening in on whatever he reported) "Operation Find James's Secret Slytherin Lover is a go."

Peeking around the corner, Sirius watched James sneak into the abandoned Transfiguration corridor.

Suspicious. Very suspicious.

Sirius crept closer, holding his breath.

And then–

LIKE A SCENE OUT OF A SOAP OPERA SIRIUS WOULD NEVER ADMIT TO WATCHING–

James reached out.

Grabbed someone lurking in the shadows.

And kissed them.

Right there. In the open. Full-on, no-holding-back, hand-in-hair, body-pressed-up-against-the-wall, movie scene kiss.

Sirius’s jaw hit the floor.

"WHO—"

he shrieked.

The “someone” turned their head–

and Sirius saw.

It was Regulus.

His Regulus.

His little brother Regulus.

Sirius made a noise that started somewhere between his toes and ended somewhere in the stratosphere.

"REGULUS?!" he howled.

James broke the kiss, beaming like he’d won first prize at the fair.

Regulus just smirked, lazy and catlike, like he hadn’t just committed literal fratricide.

Sirius pointed between them wildly, as if by moving his hands fast enough he could undo reality.

"YOU–" (James)

"AND YOU–" (Regulus)

"–ARE–" (both of them)

"NO!!"

James snickered. "Surprise, Pads!"

Regulus, perfectly unbothered:

"I told you this would blow up in your face."

Sirius stumbled back like he’d been slapped.

"No. No no no no. WHAT. WHAT. THIS IS ILLEGAL."

Regulus crossed his arms.

"Pretty sure it’s not."

"IT SHOULD BE!"

James slung an arm around Regulus’s shoulders.

"Face it, mate. You’ve been helping us hide it for weeks."

Sirius clutched at the air like he was trying to hold onto his last brain cell.

"You made me– I– you made me build a CONSPIRACY WALL–"

Regulus, expressionless:

"You built that yourself."

James, tilting his head:

"Reg did suggest the 'villain kink' theory, though."

"YOU WHAT?!" Sirius screeched.

Regulus smiled serenely, like a horrible little angel.

"I thought it was funny."

Sirius just crumpled to the floor.

Sat there.

Completely dead inside.

His best mate was dating his baby brother.

His conspiracy board was a lie.

His floppy hat was crooked.

He stared at the ceiling and whispered, brokenly:

"I need a drink."

Regulus patted him on the head condescendingly.

"Good luck with that, you're sixteen."

James laughed so hard he almost collapsed.

...

Later that night:

Sirius set the entire conspiracy board on fire.

(In the Quidditch pitch. At midnight. Crying real tears.)

James and Regulus made out behind the bleachers.

Mission: Complete.

A/n: inspired by this thing I read on pinterest. hope it made you smile like it did me💗

[astra-ravana]

Polyamorous Heathens!

Polyamory is often embraced within pagan and witchcraft communities due to shared values of personal freedom, authenticity, and conscious relationships. Many pagans reject rigid societal norms, including traditional monogamy, in favor of relationship models that honor consent, communication, and emotional honesty. The mythologies and deities in various pagan paths often reflect diverse and non-monogamous expressions of love, further normalizing these dynamics. For witches and pagans, polyamory can be both romantic and a spiritual practice—rooted in love without ownership and a deeper understanding of self and others. Here we will explore why polyamory is so prevalent within these spaces.

Cultural and Philosophical Alignment

• Emphasis on Personal Freedom: Many pagan and witchcraft traditions prioritize autonomy, personal power, and nonconformity to mainstream societal norms. Polyamory, which challenges conventional ideas about relationships and ownership in love, aligns with these values.

• Rejection of Patriarchal Norms: A lot of modern pagan paths, especially goddess-centered or feminist witchcraft, critique patriarchal systems—including monogamy as it has often been practiced. Polyamory can be seen as a form of resistance to these inherited structures, offering more egalitarian and intentional forms of connection.

• Historical and Mythological Precedent: In many ancient pagan traditions, gods and goddesses had multiple lovers or relationships that weren't constrained by modern monogamous ideals. Pagans drawing from these myths see polyamory as a natural or sacred expression of love and desire.

Community Ethos

• Acceptance and Inclusivity: Witch and pagan communities often serve as havens for LGBTQIA+ individuals, neurodivergent folks, and others who live on the margins of mainstream culture. Polyamory fits into this inclusive ethos, where diverse expressions of identity and love are welcomed rather than judged.

• Open Communication and Intentionality: Both polyamory and pagan spiritual paths emphasize conscious living—making choices intentionally and communicating openly. In ethical polyamory, these same principles are crucial for navigating multiple relationships in a healthy, honest way.

Spiritual Benefits of Ethical Polyamory

• Deepened Self-Knowledge: Navigating multiple intimate relationships challenges individuals to confront jealousy, insecurity, and emotional triggers. This often leads to accelerated personal growth and spiritual introspection.

• Expanded Capacity for Love: Ethical polyamory pushes the idea that love is not a finite resource. It invites a more abundant mindset, where love is shared without diminishing its value, echoing spiritual concepts of universal love and interconnection.

• Sacred Relationships as Mirrors: In many spiritual traditions, relationships are seen as mirrors for self-growth. Having multiple partners means having multiple reflections—each showing different aspects of the self, catalyzing healing and awareness.

• Non-Attachment and Ego Work: Letting go of possessiveness and embracing fluid connection can be a profound spiritual practice. Ethical polyamory can foster non-attachment, helping practitioners reduce ego-driven desires and focus on genuine connection.

Polyamory is more common in pagan and witch communities because it harmonizes with values of personal freedom, sacred sexuality, and conscious living. When practiced ethically, it becomes more than a relationship style—it becomes a spiritual path in itself, challenging the practitioner to grow in love, honesty, and self-awareness.

[multi-writer-personal-blog]

Just bought Hogwarts Legacy (Love the series, hate the real life Rita Skeeter and 0 support for her)

And only one thing to say

In this household we support…

The handsome and supportive Slytherin brunette and their crazy chaotic cursebreaker partner

[magical-reid]

Dancing on the Edge

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Genre: fluff

Content warnings: none?

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: Y/N, a Slytherin with a unique blend of independence and friendships across house lines, finds herself unexpectedly catching Fred Weasley’s attention during a celebratory Gryffindor party. After an eventful and embarrassing night involving too much Butterbeer and Firewhiskey, Fred comforts her while navigating her drunken confusion, ultimately revealing his genuine feelings for her.

She wasn’t like the other Slytherins. A pureblood through and through, she had the poise and privilege her housemates prided themselves on, but she also had an independence of spirit that set her apart. Unlike her peers, she counted Gryffindors Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger among her closest friends.

Of course, that hadn’t stopped Fred and George Weasley from making her the subject of countless pranks during her first five years at Hogwarts. It was Fred in particular who seemed to delight in getting under her skin, though Y/N often found herself biting back laughter instead of indignation. There was something about Fred’s roguish grin and the twinkle in his eye that made her heart skip just a little too quickly for her liking.

Now in her sixth year, Y/N was determined to avoid trouble. However, trouble had a way of finding her—especially when it involved the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

The Gryffindor common room was alight with celebration. After a grueling Quidditch match, Gryffindor had been crowned the school champions, and no one was more jubilant than the Weasley twins. Fred and George stood on a makeshift podium near the fireplace, leading the room in a raucous cheer.

Y/N, who had slipped into the party at Ginny’s insistence, found herself perched awkwardly on the armrest of a squashy chair. She clapped along half-heartedly as the team passed around the Quidditch Cup. She hadn’t planned on staying long—she wasn’t even sure she belonged there—but Ginny had handed her a Butterbeer the moment she walked in, and then another, and another.

“Loosen up, Y/N!” Ginny laughed, tugging her into the throng of dancing students.

The butterbeer was stronger than she expected. Or maybe it was the Firewhiskey someone had slipped into the drinks. Whatever it was, her usual composure was unraveling, and before long, she was swept up in the energy of the party.

Fred had been watching her from across the room.

He wasn’t sure when he’d started noticing her in a way that wasn’t entirely platonic, but it had been gnawing at him for months. Maybe it was the way she tossed her hair over her shoulder when she was annoyed with him. Or the way she could outwit him in their sparring matches of sarcasm.

But tonight, she wasn’t the sharp-tongued Slytherin who kept him on his toes. She was… carefree. Radiant. She danced with abandon, her green eyes sparkling under the flickering firelight.

“She’s having a good time,” George said, appearing at his side.

Fred rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the insight, mate.”

Somewhere along the way, she ended up on a table. She wasn’t sure how it happened, and frankly, she didn’t care. All she knew was that the music was infectious, the cheering of the crowd was thrilling, and the world felt weightless and exhilarating.

“Y/N, get down from there!” Hermione hissed from the sidelines, but Y/N only laughed and twirled.

Fred froze as he saw her climb onto the table. His pulse quickened as she started to sway to the music, her movements wild and uncoordinated.

“Oh no,” he muttered.

The chandelier above the table rattled as she reached up to mimic a dramatic dance pose, her fingers grazing the crystals.

“Y/N, watch out!” Ginny called, but it was too late. She lost her balance, her head hitting the chandelier before she tumbled off the table.

Fred reacted instinctively. He dashed forward, catching her in his arms just as she fell.

The room erupted in laughter and applause, but Fred’s heart was pounding. He looked down at Y/N, who was giggling uncontrollably.

“You’ve had enough for one night,” Fred said firmly, but his voice was gentler than he intended.

“Oh, George,” she slurred, blinking up at him. “You’re so cute. Don’t tell Fred I said that, though. He’d never let me live it down.”

Fred’s stomach flipped. She thought he was George.

“Right,” he said, trying to mask his disappointment. “Let’s get you somewhere quiet.”

Fred carried her up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory, navigating the curious looks of his housemates. He set Y/N down gently on his bed, draping a blanket over her.

She smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed. “You’re such a good friend, George,” she murmured, her words slurring. “But don’t tell Fred. He’s mean to me. Even though he’s really handsome. And funny.”

Fred felt his face heat up. Was she serious? Did she actually think he was George?

“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I won’t tell Fred.”

She smiled contentedly, her eyes fluttering closed.

Fred watched her for a moment, his emotions a tangled mess. He brushed a strand of brown hair from her face before turning to leave.

The morning sunlight streamed through the dormitory windows, pulling Y/N from a restless sleep. Her head throbbed, and her memories of the night before were hazy at best.

She sat up slowly, wincing as the events of the party began to trickle back into her mind.

“Oh no,” she groaned, burying her face in her hands.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

Her head snapped up. Fred was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Fred?” she said, her voice rising an octave.

“The one and only,” he said, pushing off the frame and walking toward her.

Y/N’s heart sank. If Fred was here, then…

“Oh Merlin,” she muttered. “I thought you were George.”

Fred chuckled. “Yeah, I gathered that.”

Her cheeks burned. “What did I—what did you—?”

“Well, you called me cute,” Fred said, grinning. “And apparently, I’m handsome and funny. Though you didn’t want Fred—me—to know that. Bit of a mixed message, don’t you think?”

She groaned, pulling the blanket over her head. “Please tell me this is a nightmare.”

Fred gently tugged the blanket away, his expression softening. “It’s not a nightmare, love. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty great too.”

She froze, her eyes searching his face. “You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?”

Fred shook his head. “No tricks. No pranks. I mean it.”

A small smile tugged at her lips. “Well, in that case… maybe last night wasn’t a total disaster.”

Fred grinned. “That’s the spirit. Though, for the record, you might want to avoid dancing on tables in the future.”

“Noted,” Y/N said, laughing despite herself.

As Fred sat down beside her, she felt a warmth settle in her chest. Maybe Gryffindors and Slytherins weren’t so different after all.

[httpvomitello]

would you write a George one where he kisses her after winning the quidditch cup and then he confesses his feelings so they go on a date together after the match?

Own, that's sooo cute! I hope you like it ~ ♡

Victory and Confessions *⁠.⁠✧

Summary: After Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup, George is too caught up in the excitement to think twice before kissing you in front of the entire school. When the realization of what he’s done sets in, he figures there’s no going back now—so he confesses his feelings properly and asks you on a date.

george weasley x f!reader

The roar of the crowd was deafening. The red and gold banners waved frantically in the air, students jumping up and down in the stands as the final whistle blew. Gryffindor had won.

You barely had time to process it before you were being dragged from your spot in the stands onto the pitch with the rest of the Gryffindor supporters, everyone surging forward to celebrate. The players had already landed, and Fred and George were hoisting Katie Bell into the air while Angelina and Alicia hugged each other, screaming in excitement.

And then, before you knew what was happening, George turned, spotted you in the crowd, and without hesitation, ran straight to you.

You barely had time to react before he cupped your face and kissed you.

Your breath caught in your throat, the world around you fading into nothing but the feel of his lips on yours. The cheers and whoops from the students blurred into background noise as you melted into the kiss, your hands gripping his robes for support.

When he pulled away, his face was flushed—whether from the adrenaline of the match or the kiss, you weren’t sure. His eyes widened slightly, as if he had just realized what he had done.

The crowd erupted into even louder cheers.

Fred let out a loud whistle. “Oi, Georgie! Finally got the guts, did you?”

George blinked, looking between you and the sea of students watching with smirks and knowing grins. Then, he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Guess there’s no hiding it now, huh?” he said, still breathless from the match.

Your heart was racing, your lips tingling from the unexpected kiss. “No, I suppose not,” you replied, cheeks burning.

George exhaled, running a hand through his already messy hair. “Right. Well, might as well make it official.” His gaze locked onto yours, suddenly serious despite the chaos around you. “I really like you, Y/N. Have for ages. And now that I’ve gone and snogged you in front of half the school, I reckon it’s only fair to ask—will you go on a date with me?”

You stared at him, taking in the hopeful glint in his eyes, the slight nervousness in his posture, and the undeniable warmth in his voice. Then, a slow smile spread across your face.

“I’d love to.”

His grin was immediate, bright and triumphant, rivaling the excitement of the Quidditch win itself. “Brilliant. How about tomorrow, then? After we celebrate our glorious victory, of course.”

You laughed, still a little dazed but thrilled nonetheless. “Sounds perfect.”

Fred clapped George on the back. “Merlin’s beard, it’s about time! Thought I was gonna have to lock you two in a broom closet.”

George rolled his eyes, slipping his arm around your waist as the Gryffindors continued their celebration around you.

Victory had never tasted so sweet.

The next day, after the celebratory feast and a much-needed night of rest, George met you outside the castle, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Ready for the best date of your life?”

You raised an amused brow. “That’s a bold claim.”

He grinned. “I’m a bold guy.”

He led you down to Hogsmeade, taking you to Honeydukes first—because, as he put it, “Every good date starts with chocolate.” After stuffing your pockets with sweets, he took you on a leisurely walk through the village, pointing out all the places he and Fred had pulled their best pranks.

At Zonko’s, he insisted on buying you a Nose-Biting Teacup (“For when you’re bored in class.”). At The Three Broomsticks, he got you both Butterbeers and raised his mug in a toast. “To unexpected Quidditch kisses and very patient girlfriends.”

You nearly choked on your drink. “Girlfriend?”

He smirked. “Well, I figured if you’re willing to be seen in public with me after yesterday, I might as well make it official.”

You rolled your eyes fondly but couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face. “You’re impossible.”

“But charmingly so.”

You shook your head, laughing. “Alright, fine. You can call me your girlfriend.”

George beamed. “Best Quidditch win ever.”

[savingsallow]

[POV:] You're her first love, and on a date.

[witchescollection]

literally why is dating so hard... where are the polyamorous pagans??? i know they exist!!

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