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Oblivious Harry

(George Weasley x Female!Potter!Reader)

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Requested by: Anon

Requests: Open

Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era)

Request: ‘ Can you do a female X Reader where the reader is Harry’s twin sister and falls in love with George Wesley? I couldn’t find if this was your main page or not I’m sorry 😭 ‘

Thank you so much, I loved this idea. I am so sorry it took me so long I hit a sort of block. I didn’t know what to write at first, but I hope that this is okay,

Warnings: Language and poor writing.

Words: 1.8K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

Thank you.

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"George," she laughs, pushing him away, rubbing her head, "you are such an idiot."

(Y/n) and her twin, Harry, had arrived at the Burrow a few days before, after a bizarre meeting with their headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and it wasn't until a few days later that she saw the twins again, finally able to set her eyes on their joke shop. Her mouth drops in awe, gazing around the store, which she couldn't do before because George had the wonderful idea to pounce on her the second, she stepped through the door.

"I could be your idiot if you wanted me to be," he steps in front of her and winks exaggeratively. Much to her embarrassment, her cheeks flush, and she takes in the view of him in a striped suit that matches his brother's, except the tie, her cheeks flushing a darker shade, not noticing as he does the same to her; she wears her favourite shirt, which he immediately recognises, as well as a pair of dark blue jeans.

"Shut up, Weasley," she laughs, shaking her head as she pushes him away, walking past him towards Fred, "now, how about I go see my favourite twin."

"Hey!" He laughs, which comes out rather pathetically, as he shoves his hands in his pockets and watches sadly after her. You would wince if you could see this. In fact, his youngest brother gags at the scene, earning a smack in the stomach from his future wife.

"Ronald!"

Harry, of course, does not notice the scene, eyes fixated on Ginny Weasley, acting as if she cannot feel his piercing gaze, which only leaves her rather confused.

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Many small moments followed this interaction, far more than before, but I will not explain them all, but if you did want to hear them, perhaps I could.

The most pivotal moment is now.

It is the night before the students depart for school, meaning that all the Weasley children are gathered at the Burrow, as well as Fleur (minus Percy, who is still attempting to earn his parents’ approval) to wish their sister and brother goodbye.

George leans against the banister, smiling fondly at the woman in front of him who is currently holding her brother in a headlock, "come on, Harry, no need to be a wimp."

"I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you." Harry is not enjoying the fact that he is being shamed in front of the woman he has already planned their entire future with. "Unlike you, I do Quidditch, so I am stronger. I'll hit you." Harry's gaze hardens at the floor, shouting after his red-head best friend, who won't stop laughing.

"Oh yes, catching a tiny ball is such a task."

Harry's gasp is what makes everyone laugh, his cute noise of horror. He then pushes her down with his side, making her lose his grip, and he gets on top of her, "I'll spit on you. Don't make me do it."

(Y/n) begins to scream, attempting to kick and push him away, but it's no use.

Ron's already dying, and the excitement has set all the Weasley's off as they begin to lunge for each other even Mister Weasley has a wild and free look on his face.

"Stop!"

Everyone freezes. Ron with his hands around Fred's tie, Fred's foot seconds from hitting into George's side, George pulling his sister's hair, Ginny with her hands around Bill's neck, Bill with his foot up Charlie's arse and Charlie with a pillow in his hands, hovering over Ron's head. Harry freezes, hands pinning down his sister's wrist, (Y/n) with her foot in his stomach.

All turn to Mrs Weasley in fear, including her husband, who has his arm wrapped around George in an attempt to throw him.

"What do you think you are doing. Bill, put Ginny down right this instant!" Bill scoffs. He isn't even touching her.

They drop each other, let go of each other, and Harry gets off (Y/n).

George helps her up, smiling down to her, tuning out his mother's lecturing. She smiles back up at him, "thank you."

"No problem."

"George, (Y/n), stop staring at each other and listen to me." Their cheeks flush and they immediately step back from each other, facing Mrs Weasley.

It was at that moment that the two began to hope that the other liked them.

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"That was pathetic, why does your sister fancy my brother?" Ron groans, attempting not to gag as he flattens down his shirt, which had been rather rustled after their scrap, very relieved that his mother had stopped lecturing them all.

"She doesn't, you numpty." Harry shakes his head, laughing at his friend until his gaze catches Ginny's, who is behind Ron, the world freezing around him.

"Uh, she does, mate," Ron pulls a face, nudging his friend, knocking him out of his stupor, and pointing over to the two who are gazing romantically into each other's eyes. Ron once again gags.

"So, I look at Ginny just like that, and we are friends," he laughs nervously before walking away, heading over to Hermione.

"I hope the fuck not."

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My bad, turns out this moment is far more pivotal.

"Write to me?" (Y/n) asks hopefully, fiddling with the ends of her skirt, trying to maintain eye contact despite her internal arguments. He smiles down at her, fondly, his eyes alight with adoration.

"I will."

A gentle breeze makes its way through the tunnel, blowing her hair slightly in her face, making her laugh as she fumbles to push it away.

"Here, let me," he shakes his head, biting back a smile as he raises his hand, tucking it behind her ear.

His hand hesitates, and her breath gets caught in her throat, as he moves it beneath her ear to come to cup her cheek, making her smile fall. "You look beautiful."

Well, she would hope so, seeing as she is wearing her nicest outfit because (Y/n) knew he would be here, and she wishes to snog him at least once. Well, she likes to daydream about it. "You don't look too bad yourself."

He laughs, not dropping his hand as his eyes fall to her lips, "will I see you at Christmas."

"You should do, yeah," she laughs nervously, brow raised, "same as the past few years."

"Just want to make sure."

"Come on, (Y/n)!" Mrs Weasley shouts, attempting to look over the crowd in the station, looking for the familiar ginger hair, for where (Y/n) is, her son should be too.

The train's whistle sounds, causing her eyes to widen and for her to jump back, "Shit. See you at Christmas, Weasley." She leans down, grabbing her suitcase for the journey, her trunk already aboard the train. Thinking nothing of it, apparently not realising that she is no longer daydreaming, she rises to her tiptoes, pressing a quick and hard kiss to his lips, "bye!"

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"Mate, I still can't believe your sister fancies George," Ron shakes his head, flopping into the seat beside Hermione.

"He is handsome," Hermione says, not looking up from her book, although she does notice his look of disgust, which does make her smile. "Where is she?"

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," he looks out of the window, trying to catch a glimpse, "I don't know - bloody hell!" He jumps, the whistle of the training scaring the shit out of him. Of course, it barely phases Hermione who simply looks up and out of the window, immediately finding (Y/n). "She just kissed George."

Ron gasps, shooting up, and he presses his face against the window, "I don't see it." He groans in annoyance.

"So, friends kiss," Harry looks from the window, laughing at the look of horror on his friends' faces, "some do."

Ron squeals when the train lurches, and he is thrown onto Harry, "please, don't kiss me."

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"Mistletoe," he obviously states, stepping in front of (Y/n), his common smirk on his face, hands clasped behind his back, "but you don't need Mistletoe, do you."

She clasps her hands to her face, her cheeks flushed as she groans, "it was an accident."

"I would hope so," she drops her hands, raising a brow, "I don't want you kissing anyone else."

"Shove off," she presses her hands against his waistcoat, pushing him away. George does not move instead; he places his hands on top of her own as he smiles down at her. Her heart thumps in her chest as she looks between their hands and his face.

"If you want me to, but I would rather kiss you," he teases.

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"They're kissing again," Ron sighs, shoving a mince pie in his mouth, not noticing the looks from Harry and Ginny, who he just sat between, interrupting their own moment.

"Good for (Y/n), she's fancied him for years."

"No, she hasn't, Ginny," Harry leans forward so that he can look at her over her annoying brother, "some friends kiss."

"We are friends, and we've never kissed," Ginny points out, not yet realising that her feelings are finally returned. Harry's cheeks flush, and he falls back into his seat, eyes finding his sister, who is now far away from the Weasley brother.

"Dean used to be your friend," Ron mumbles through the food in his mouth.

"Shut up, so did Lavender."

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"Come on love, at this rate we'll miss the wedding," George knocks on his and Fred's bedroom door, which they let to (Y/n) for the wedding. "I want a chance to show you off before the ceremony begins."

"Shove off," she laughs, fumbling with the front of her dress, attempting to straighten it out. She continues to go over her outfit and hair.

"Come onnnnnnn, we might even be able to sneak in a cheeky snog."

"You'd like that very much."

"Yes, I would," he sighs, turning so his back is leaning against the door, "or maybe we could tell Harry instead."

The door opens, and if it wasn't for the hands of his girlfriend bracing against his back, he would have fallen right onto his arse, which would have been a pleasure for (Y/n) to witness.

"My brother didn't realise we were dating that time he caught you with your hand up my skirt, he thought we were hugging," she pushes him back up, her familiar fond smile on her face as they link arms.

She had seen him change earlier, but he is still as handsome as he was when she first saw his suit today, so she compliments him once again, and he returns with several mumbles and stumbles.

At this rate, Harry won't think anything of it when she births their first child.

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daydreams-magic01 · 2 years

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Hi! How are you? I hope you're okay! may i request a bofur x fem!human!reader where they live together in a little cottage and it's snowing outside, she's on her period and bofur is taking care of her (even though he quite don't really understand)?👉👈

also, your writing is amazing! very lively! and sorry for my poor english, hope you don't mind!

Hiya! Thank you so much, that means so much to me, I am so happy you enjoy my work and do not worry, your English is amazing.

I have been writing this over three days, I think I tired myself out with ‘A Single,Yellow Dandelion,’ but I loved this idea so much.

I hope that this is okay and somewhat what you had in mind.

I am very good thank you, and I hope you are well.

Here it is!

Have a good day. :)

I posted this on my Middle-Earth Blog, if that is okay.

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If you wish to read ‘The Hobbit’ and ‘The Lord of the Rings’ x readers, feel free to read my masterlist and request, if you want to.

I have moved these requests to my Middle-Earth blog @daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin.

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Hey babe, hope you're doing well! I have a request for anthony bridgerton x f!reader if that's okay :)

I'd like to see what it'd be like for anthony to be with a feminist reader. Maybe even a scene where she confronts a man and he tells Anthony to control his wife or something like that.

Thank you, I am well and I hope that you are too!

Of course, I love this idea!

I have tried my best, I did struggle a bit, but I hope you like it. I did try to add the confronting scene.

I hope you like it!

Here it is.

Thank you again and have a wonderful day!

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"With all due respect, I would rather face your wrath than my wife's."

(Anthony Bridgerton x Female Reader)

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Requested by: Anon

Requests: Open

Fandom: Netflix Bridgerton

Request: ‘Hey babe, hope you're doing well! I have a request for anthony bridgerton x f!reader if that's okay :)

I'd like to see what it'd be like for anthony to be with a feminist reader. Maybe even a scene where she confronts a man and he tells Anthony to control his wife or something like that.’

Thank you so much for requesting! I tried really hard, like I do with all my requests, but I feel this may be bad, haha.

Warnings: Sexism and terrible writing.

Words: 1.6K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .

Thank you.

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(Y/n) (L/n) is an extraordinary woman and Anthony Bridgerton knew this when marrying her. She spoke her thoughts, never left him guessing on what to do like most women, she was well-educated, funny and had managed to win his heart, those are some of the reasons he chose to marry her. He knew that she was quite forward-thinking herself, but not this much.

The two are sat in their carriage, departing from his mother's house, heading for their country estate, "I just can't believe -," she sighs, shaking her head.

"Can't believe what?" He turns from the window and faces his wife of almost a year. A soft smile crosses his face at the beautiful sight in front of him. She is in a light lavender dress, her hair braided and pinned up in a way that she would not wear in public, but she preferred it that way; her glove-covered hands neatly rest in her lap, and upon seeing her frown, he places his on top of hers. "What is it, my love?"

She looks up to him, quite an unamused expression upon her face, "you will laugh." Anthony shakes his head and denies, leaning forward in his seat so that he can pull her hands onto his lap. She bites her lip, gazing up to the roof, before sighing loudly and looking back down to her husband "yes, you will because you are a man."

He raises a brow, "excuse me?" He does not know whether to laugh, but he cannot deny that he is slightly offended; men are not that bad. Well, he isn't.

"It is the truth," she remains serious until she sees him biting back his own smile, and she finds out she is doing the same, "you-u cannot laugh at what I am about to say."

"Of course, of course," he nods his head, looking down to their joined hands in their lap, "but if you ask me not to laugh, I will." He runs his thumb gently over her hands, smiling softly.

"Well, you cannot," his gaze shoots back up, and he stops himself from making a remark, taking in her serious reaction, making a frown come across his face, "my love, please tell me what is wrong."

"I think that women should be allowed to go to University," before he can say anything, she leans forward and moves her hands so that she is griping his (which Anthony did not thoroughly enjoy, as he prefers to be the one leading) and she smiles, her eyes twinkling, "I mean, look at Eloise, she is so smart; she should be allowed to show others that and she should be allowed expand her knowledge."

Now, Anthony was raised with manners, and he was raised to respect other people’s opinions, but he can't help but laugh, his voice booming.

She sighs and leans back, dropping his hands, a loud thud following as her back hits the seat. Of course, he would laugh he is a man after all, and what else is she to expect?

"I-I'm sorry," he attempts to breathe out, reaching forward to take her hands again, "but that-at is preposterous." She sighs, ripping her hands from his.

"You are a fool to think women are less than men," she does not meet his eyes, deciding to glance out of the window Anthony was before, watching the houses go past and trees begin to emerge.

He frowns, straightening his posture, "I do not believe women are less than men, I believe," smiling, he leans forward, lifting a hand to gently cup her cheek, making her blush, "that there are certain responsibilities that men have, and that is one."

She turns, eyes bright with fury as she pushes his hand away, "responsibilities?" She scoffs, straightening her posture, "responsibilities? I have never heard such a joke." She brushes down her skirt, glaring at him, "it is a pleasure, a gift, to be allowed to educate yourself in a chosen field of study, to even educate yourself!" Her voice is raised so that she is practically shouting, making his eyes widen.

"Darling -"

"No! I do not wish to rely on a man for the rest of my life, and I do not even own my own body," she begins to make a range of hand gestures, and her husband's eyes widened further at the sight.

"Have you gone hysterical?" He worries for his wife, considering calling the carriage to stop so that he could call for a doctor.

"How dare you!" It is in fact (Y/n) who got the carriage to stop as she hit the side angrily, making his draw drop. Hiking up her skirts, she pushes the door open and steps out; the carriage had come to a stop.

Anthony follows her, smiling at their employees in reassurance, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment, "my love."

She continues, ignoring the fool of a man whom she married.

Anthony begins to quicken his pace, noticing her heading for the forest, and he takes a step-in front of her, stopping her, "I did not mean to offend you."

"Well... you did," she brushes past him, brushing herself down.

He does not go after her, gripping his hair and spinning in a circle before he gasps proudly, "Your body is your own! I never even knew I owned it." She turns to him and gives him a glare that pierces his soul, making him pull a nervous smile, "you do not even know how lucky you are!" It takes all that she can to not scream.

"I am sorry (Y/n), please forgive me," he sighs and gently walks over her, taking her hands in his and trying not to melt under her glare, "Mother always taught us that women are important and equal to us, we are all taught that women are gifts and I apologise for not realising that society does not treat you the same as it treats us, men."

There is a moment of pause as she finally looks down to meet his eyes, but she does not answer.

"Tell me what you want, and I shall get it for you."

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Lord Berbrooke appears unable to stop staring at the Viscountess, eyes wide as he reads the title of the book she is reading; it is of scientific nature. "What on Earth is your wife reading?"

Anthony looks away from his brother and up to the standing man. They are currently at the park, sitting down and talking as gentlemen too, a quick break from their families who they should be joining - his wife with his mothers, sisters, Gregory, and Colin.

"A book, I believe, Lord Berbrooke," Anthony retorts and most men around them manage to choke back their laughter. He looks away from the man and over to his wife, his smile widening, making Benedict shake his head at his brother, a smile also forming.

"A book of science," all eyes return to Anthony, who clenches his eyes shut, inhaling deeply.

Smiling, he turns behind him, withholding himself from making a comment on the man's eyesight, "one day, you will marry and understand what exactly 'happy wife, happy life' means."

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Lord Berbrooke laughs loudly, proud of his own joke. Those around him, however, those Gentlemen, do not, because not only was it rude, but they have great respect for the Viscountess. This evening they are awaiting the ball to start, for the host to arrive, and pathetic conversations like this are the only form of entertainment that they currently have.

"What was that Lord Berbrooke?"

Their eyes widen, and the Baron turns to face the young woman, "nothing, my lady." The room has gone quiet, everyone turning to face them, including her husband.

"You mentioned women being lesser than men, I believe?" The room's gaze shifts to the man, many offended but all curious.

"Lord Bridgerton," his gaze flickers to the man behind her. Anthony nods, walking forward to place his hand on the small of her back, facing the man with an arched brow. (Y/n) finds her cheeks flushing a deep shade, ignoring the looks of disgust from the Baron.

"I am not her keeper, Nigel."

"It was simply concerning the fact that women should not work they should stay at home -"

"Excuse me, but to cook and clean, I am guessing?" He nods. (Y/n) sighs, placing her clasped hands against her front, looking down to him as if he is a child, "Lord Berbrooke, would you like your daughters to also be illiterate."

He scoffs, turning to those in the room, chuckling, "no child of mine will be that uneducated." Many do laugh this time, shaking their head at the young woman. She is not phased, which is something that her husband admires about her, as she instead shakes her head at them as if they are disobedient children.

There are several things that Anthony could say to this man, but he withholds.

"So, you wish for us to learn skills but not to use them?"

Silence.

She arches her brow, the light of the room making her glow, as an Angel, the Bridgertons would say.

"Well, I wouldn't say -" he cuts his snobbish self-off, "Lord Bridgerton, control your wife." He turns up his nose, staring down at her.

(Y/n) glances to her husband, who steps forward to come next to her, sliding his hand through her arm, "Lord Berbrooke."

"Yes," all eyes are on them, and everyone holds their breath. Anthony smiles, gaze fixating on his wife for a second, pure adoration in his eyes, before focusing on the Baron's, adoration quickly drifting away.

"With all due respect, I would rather face your wrath than my wife's."

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daydreams-magic01 · 2 years

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Remus lupin x fem reader where she just had a bad day and everything hurts and just wants comfort

Thank you so much for requesting!

This is terrible, and I am sorry, I have no social skills apparently, and I cannot say it is a surprise - I did not know how to write him comforting her, haha.

Here is it, thank you again :)

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Comforts

(Remus Lupin x Female Reader)

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Requested by: Anon

Requests: Open

Fandom: Harry Potter (The Marauders Era)

Request: 'Remus lupin x fem reader where she just had a bad day and everything hurts and just wants comfort'

Thank you so much for requesting. Please, do say if you want any changes. I tried to get forward the bad day, and there is comfort at the end, do not worry, and it is all Remus content.

Warnings: Swearing.

Words: 1.3K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01.

Thank you.:)

Taglist:

@regulusblackswhorecrux

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"Hi," Remus grins down to her, swaying back and forth on the heels of his feet, his hands clasped behind his back.

It is currently lunch in the Great Hall, and per his friends' harassment, he has finally gathered up the courage to come and speak to her. She does not look up, but he notices her lips curling upwards into a smile, well as much as he can see as she is looking down to her meal.

"Hey."

His cheeks instantly flush, his palms beginning to sweat, and he halts his movements to stand still, "how are you?"

She turns to him and smiles, although it does not meet her eyes, making his own falter, "still recovering from that prank you pulled this morning," she jokes.

He curses his friends at that moment, and it takes all his power to not turn and glare at Sirius. Flashing an awkward smile, he straightens his tie, looking down at her, before speaking, "yes. Sorry about that, it wasn't for you, it was for -"

"Mulciber?" She asks, quirking her head to the side, her smile finally meeting her eyes. His smile falters for a second, his flush spreading to his neck as his fingers struggle and fumble to now fit in his pockets. Instead, he decides to nod. She mirrors his actions, fingers still curled around the cutlery on her plate. "I heard about what happened to Mary," she bites her lip in thought, and for a second, Remus truly believes he has gone to heaven; she is so cute, "I feel awful. Have you spoken to her recently?"

Remus shakes his head, furious at the future death eater for attacking his housemate, "no, we only really talk to each other."

(Y/n) raises a hand to her mouth, covering her obvious laughter, "I wouldn't say I'm surprised if I take into account my treatment this morning."

"Hey!" He laughs, shoulders relaxing, "It was Sirius! Plus, I thought you would have been madder about your essay." He is only joking, but it only reminds (Y/n) of her day, making her frown and her brows furrow.

She fakes him a smile, hands running down to smooth out her school skirt, "I was until you lot ruined my school uniform, and I had to leave Herbology and go all the way back to the common room to change." She does not mean to appear rude, and upon his frown, she apologises immediately.

He shakes his head, a small smile on his face to ease her tension, "no, you're right. We should be more careful with who we prank, make sure it's the right person."

(Y/n) gasps, placing a hand on her chest as she fights back her grin, "do my ears deceive me or did Remus Lupin just mention consequences? And being careful?" She gasps again.

He shakes his head, failing to bite back his own grin, "I have you know we always are."

"No, no," she shakes her head, sorrows of the day forgotten, "of course you are, my bad."

Mustering all his confidence, he slides into the empty gap on her right, feet still facing the aisle. She holds her breath at their proximity. Not only can she smell his aftershave - which is ever so lovely - but his knees are an inch from her. Shoulders tense, she lets out a giggle, reaching up to straighten the collar of her school blouse and to tuck in her cardigan.

He doesn't notice, more focused on their proximity too; he can smell her perfume and almost count all her freckles.

Their eyes meet, and both are left on edge, "ask our countless victims; we always make sure to get them." It comes more out as an utter as both subconsciously begin to lean in.

"GET SOME MOONY!" Sirius shouts from where he sits, fists pumping the air. Peter looks at him in glee whilst James attempts to hide his own smirk.

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Sirius' 'joke' only worsened poor (Y/n's) mood. Everything is going wrong today. First, her alarm clock did not wake her up, so she missed breakfast, then Remus' stupid friends pull a dumb practical joke which made her miss the homework announcement, and then her essay somehow blew out of her hands when walking from Herbology to Transfiguration and landed on The Black Lake, getting it very wet - as you can imagine. The rest of the day did not get much better, with Sirius' comment and the teasing that followed from basically the entire school. Of course, Remus did not get much backlash. Stupid Remus. Then, in the last period, she blew up her potion. Like an imbecile!

(Y/n) sighs, shutting her eyes as she sits on the wall in the courtyard, back facing the fountain. It wasn't Remus' fault as much as it was her own. To think she almost kissed him in front of the Great Hall, and that would have been embarrassing - for being caught, not kissing him specifically.

Her eyes remain shut as a person comes and sits to her left; she knows it's Remus from his aftershave. She hears him drop his Backpack next to her Satchel. His robes are against her thigh, and her cheeks flush.

"(Y/n), I am so -"

"Ow!" Her eyes shoot open, hand going to her knee, which Remus had knocked when attempting to turn and face her.

"Shit!" Remus jumps up, eyes darting up and down her leg, looking for an injury. "I am so sorry. Bugger!" His eyes are wide and, he looks so panicked, that (Y/n) can't help but smile.

"Remus, it's okay," she smiles up to him, patting his previous seat next to her. His brows furrow, but he does as she asks, uttering several more apologies, as well as profanities. "Everything hurts today," she sighs.

She had knocked her knee when tripping over during the prank, her eyesight having been clouded, but she did not want to upset him.

He continues to frown, "is there anything that I could do?"

"Not really, I just -"

Sudden warmth envelopes her as she tilts forward, and it takes her a second to realise Remus has pulled her into a hug. "Is this okay?" He whispers, fearing his voice may crack or sound strained.

She smiles, eyes fluttering shut, and she wraps her arms around him, "perfect."

Remus is a great hugger, and this must be one of the best hugs (Y/n) has had this entire school year, mostly because she hasn't been able to go home, and it is also the Remus Lupin.

For a few minutes, they sit there, both enjoying the simplicity of this action and finally getting what they need. "I am sorry," he whispers, "about that prank and your essay."

"And I missed breakfast," she whispers, tightening her hold.

"And you missed breakfast," his voice wavers as he tries not to laugh, eyes still shut.

"It's not funny."

"You're right, it's not funny, sorry," they both laugh, "although your potion was quite entertaining, I think it took Sirius' eyebrows off."

(Y/n) laughs, properly and loudly for the first time that day, and Remus finds himself looking down at her, his heart thumping and a grin forming on his face.

"He deserved it," she mumbles into his chest. Remus glances around, relieved to see that no one else is in the courtyard, and he begins to rub circles with his thumb on her back.

"That he did."

"Is it okay if I keep hugging you?" You wouldn't believe it, but the two have been friends for years, Remus only just realised his feelings, which is why he was so embarrassing.

"Always."

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Yeah, fuck you Snivellus, I'm going to steal your line - Moony

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daydreams-magic01 · 2 years

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Hiii! Would it be okay if i asked how many requests you have in line?

Of course you can, I have four and I have currently written one :)

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daydreams-magic01 · 2 years

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Would you ever write a part 2 to the regulus soulmate fic u write a while ago?

Yes, I am, and in fact your ask is what got me to write it. Thank you so much for reminding me!

Have a lovely day, and here it is.

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All Soulmates are different: The Second Chapter

(Regulus Black x Female Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

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Part One

Requested by: Second Part to the Anon request and thank you to @regulusblackswhorecrux for motivating me to write it again. :)

Requests: Open

Fandom: Harry Potter (The Marauders Era)

Request: ‘ Would you ever write a part 2 to the regulus soulmate fic u write a while ago? ‘

Warnings: Rude looks, snide comments, confusion.

Words: 1.2K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .

I have an idea for the third chapter that involves a good bit of snogging.

Thank you.

Taglist:

@regulusblackswhorecrux

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(Y/n) shoots up, not harming Madame Pomfrey but still causing her to take a few steps back in shock. "Miss (L/n), you must control yourself. Calm down." The Matron's own eyes are wide as she fumbles to flatten down her apron. Thankfully for the girl, her injury is not as bad as her soulmates, which means she can leave.

Her actions are quick as she takes a step forward and pulls away the curtain separating her from her soulmate.

Although she does not wish to acknowledge this, let alone confront him, she cannot deny the sting in her heart at the sight in front of her.

Regulus was making no haste in exiting the Hospital Wing, stumbling over his Quidditch bag that his teammates brought in. Common sense suddenly hits him as he places the strap of his bag on his shoulder, still clutching his injured arm to his chest.

Madame Pomfrey steps out, spreading the rest of the curtains, a gleam in her eyes, "oh, this is absolutely wonderful news, oh how I can't believe that you have found your soulmates so young - Mister Black!" Her voice cracks, much shriller than before as she tries to follow after him, footsteps clicking, "I haven't finished examining your arm. Yes, there is a bruise, but I haven't checked the -"

(Y/n's) brain muffles out the rest. She can't describe how she feels because she doesn't truly understand it. Why does her heart hurt for a man she wasn't ready to meet? Her eyes begin to well embarrassingly, and she finds herself cursing the side effects of the 'gift' of having a soulmate.

She shakes her head, but her mind remains cloudy. What on Earth is going on?

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Sunday is far better than the day before for (Y/n) (L/n) as the sun shined brightly, and her head was clearer than it had even been before. She has heard of what follows after realising someone is your soulmate, euphoria, and joy.

Sunday was good - but not that good.

Today, Monday is already awful. The thumping migraine, different to any other she has experienced and the same she had on Saturday after the Hospital Wing, returned. Of course, this is (Y/n), and she would never chase after a boy, let alone Regulus Black.

"Oh, stop being dramatic and pay attention, (Y/n)," her friend says, scribbling down Professor McGonagall's words whilst rolling their eyes.

(Y/n) glares, not taking her eyes off her own notes, "you don't know what I'm feeling."

Her friend's scribbling quickens as they dig their quill further into the parchment at the same time, "exactly, at least you have met your soulmate."

She bites her lip, pausing and turning to her friend, "I'm sorry, that was inconsiderate of me." There's a pause, and (Y/n) gently nudges her friend's elbow with her own. "I should be - I am grateful that I have found my soulmate," she gasps, forcing her friend's gaze to meet her own, "we should find yours. I don't believe that we aren't meant to meet our soulmates around the same time."

There's another pause, and her smile falters. Then her friend chuckles, shaking their head, "you're an idiot."

"Regulus Black's idiot."

The two snort, shrill laughter soon following as the two realise the stupidity of the situation.

"Miss (L/n), (Title) (Friend's L/n)," their heads snap towards the Professor, cheeks heating, "not only is it rude to talk ill of a classmate, but it is worse when talking about your soulmate."

If the entire class's gaze wasn't on them before, it is now.

"Miss (L/n)," the Professor's look hardens through her glasses. Her cheeks are crimson as she turns in her chair to face him with a nervous smile.

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Regulus Black wishes that the ground would swallow him up. This is something that he never wanted his mates to find out. Not only is (Y/n) weird, but her status within society and blood purity is...embarrassing.

Against his own will, he slinks into his chair, cheeks flushing as their gaze meets due to the quiet laughter of his friends.

His head begins to clear, the thumping also calming, which could only be due to his realisation of a clever plan that begins to form in his head.

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His smirk unsettles (Y/n) further.

Sighing, she decides to ignore the resentment that has developed from not only this situation but the laughter of his friends and his lack to defend her, "sorry."

Professor McGonagall thankfully decides to take pity on her as she thanks her before telling Regulus' dumb friends off and continues the lesson.

Her voice cracks at her next words as she resumes writing, taking a deep breath before whispering, "I cannot imagine the sins I must have committed in my previous life or lives." Despite trying to crack a joke, she comes off rather sad, and even her best mate gives her a sympathetic look.

"Maybe it was a coincidence?"

"I hope," she tries to joke again, but her throat gets caught.

(Y/n) (L/n) wishes that the ground will swallow her up.

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"I detest how he makes me feel, all weak and with a constant headache," (Y/n) whispers at tea, glaring at her plate in front of her as she ignores the flickering stares of everyone.

"Maybe one of the Slytherin's pranked you. I can't image why you would be put with him of all people," their friend holds their fork in their mouth for a few seconds in thought, "I can't understand why you are poorly."

"Isn't it obvious," she sighs overdramatically, trying to ease her friend as well as herself, "he is cursing me."

Her friend smiles, shaking their head, "it's jinxing if anything as you'd be paler if it was a curse."

"Oh," she turns to her friend, raising a brow at them, "I didn't mean to offend you, Merlin." She grins, fork and knife now placed together on her plate.

"Well, you have, young one," they pull a face, looking down at (Y/n), the ends of her lips quirking every now and then.

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Regulus' gaze unintentionally falls on his soulmate, his stomach fluttering slightly, which only makes him want to throw up. His friends do not notice, more focused on the snide marks they're making at the unfortunate Muggleborns in their house.

Once again, his headache clears, and the ends of his lips curl upwards at (Y/n's) laughter. Why is he reacting like this? Why must she be his soulmate? Why of all people?

His parents are not soulmates, and they have done fine. This is only proof that he does not need her to survive, despite his body's protests. Rarely in his family do they marry their soulmate, and he wouldn't be surprised if some of them kille- he should not speak about his family in such a way.

Thankfully, this means that he can still carry out his carefully, formulated plan that his brother would most certainly admire; although, it is not as deceitful as Sirius' tends to be.

However, it remains quite brilliant, although he does not wish to brag.

Well, technically it is not a full plan, more so research if anything.

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Will u please write a regulus black x fem reader where they're like quidditch rivals so they kinda hate eachother but at the same time they have a friends with benefits situation and one of them catches feeling but is way too scared to admit anything. But it accidentally comes out during a fight so they just kinda scream about how much they like eachother. This probably doesn't make much sense but I hope u understand what I'm trying to say, hope u have a good <3

Hiya!

Thank you so much for requesting! I loved writing this.

It did make sense, no worries. Have a great day! :)

This is it here, please let me know if there are any errors or you want something changed. Sorry, I am a bit rusty.

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“Gladly”

(Regulus Black x Female Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

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Requested by: Anon

Requests: Open

Fandom: Harry Potter (The Marauders Era)

Request: ‘Will u please write a regulus black x fem reader where they're like quidditch rivals so they kinda hate eachother but at the same time they have a friends with benefits situation and one of them catches feeling but is way too scared to admit anything. But it accidentally comes out during a fight so they just kinda scream about how much they like eachother. This probably doesn't make much sense but I hope u understand what I'm trying to say, hope u have a good <3′

I absolutely adored this idea. Please let me know if this is alright, plot wise and writing wise, haha. I am a bit rusty.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, poorly written almost smut scene (just grinding, not actual sex), (Also I didn’t say any genital words because I was getting second-hand embarrassment) complex and confusing Regulus. Reader being a smirking little sh*t at times.

Words: 2.3K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .

Thank you.

Taglist:

@regulusblackswhorecrux

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"AND TEN POINTS FOR (Your house)! Well done (Y/n) (L/n)! IN YOUR FACE, BLACK!" The commentator shouts out, ignoring the disapproving look that Professor McGonagall sends their way as they cheer for their classmate.

(Y/n) can't help but smirk, quirking her right brow as she searches the skies for Regulus, squinting as the wind blows her hair across her face, and as usual, the second she looks over to him, he looks away. She enjoys getting at him, but so does he; he does the same to her after all.

Shaking her head, and with a roll of her eyes, she turns to her housemate, grinning ear to ear as they both fist bump both hands in the air. The stalls fill with cheers as she scores the first goal after ten minutes. (Y/n) is not one to brag, but she cannot help but act like the younger version of James Potter when it comes to the youngest Mister Black. She does not search for praise either, but it is entertaining getting at the boy, and she enjoys fuelling the flames. She ignores how the wind throws her hair in front of her eyes as she sets off again, robes flying behind her.

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"What are you playing at?" A familiar voice calls as she heads down the clear hallway. Not turning, she continues, quirking her brow again as she subconsciously begins to play with the collar of her shirt.

"I'm heading to my common room to celebrate my victory," she smirks, hearing the footsteps falter behind her before he huffs, and they speed up again. Her hair blows back as she walks past an open window in the passage, reminding her of the conditions of the game, which had started windy before turning into a torrential downpour - well, it felt like so.

"You did not win," Regulus smirks, slowly down his steps to match hers as he comes beside her. "And that bragging on the pitch was incredibly dumb; you made a complete fool of yourself. It amazes me more and more each day as you continue to disappoint your family name." He turns up his nose before wrinkling it further as the wind hits him, and he hurriedly attempts to flatten his hair.

"My family name!" She scoffs, "at least mine is full of good people and does not have webbed feet. And, I di -" She cuts herself short as she turns to face him, her cheeks flushing as (Y/n) watches him - although, (Y/n) would have preferred that it was her touching and griping at his dark locks, not that she hasn't before.

"You know that I do not have webbed feet, you imbecile, and at least my magic is pur-", He stops his grumbling for a second, lowering his hands as they come to a stop, "catching feelings, are we (L/n)?"

"Don't be daft, Black, and I have seen your feet, you are basically a Merman," she rolls her eyes, trying to ignore her cheeks that continue to flush a darker shade, despite her protests as she begins to walk again, clasping her Quidditch bag tighter in her hand. "Who’s making a fool of themselves now?" She musters the courage to turn to him again, ignoring the flutters in her belly as he matches her, quirking his brow with a smirk.

"Still you."

There are a few moments of silence, not entirely comfortable as (Y/n) finds her eyes darting back and forth to either side of her - fighting internally rather pathetically - while he only gazes at the floor, clutching his backpack tighter.

"Why are you here?" (Y/n) inhales deeply, biting her lip as she clenches her eyes shut. Wow, this is why she got bullied as a child.

He turns to her, eyes wide, but his frown turns upwards for a split second as he sees her expression; it falls before she opens her eyes and meets his, both stopping once again, this time inconveniently on a tower's staircase.

Now, there are many ways that this moment could go. One, Regulus could confess his feelings, and the two can shag happily for the rest of their lives - or on this staircase at least. Two, (Y/n) could reject him, and everyone will find out, he will never live to see a day and will die of embarrassment as well as shame. Three, he could fuck up. Four, he could listen to previous advice his brother gave him on girls when he spoke to him - and fuck up.

"Want to fu- frolic?" He chuckles nervously. Curse his brother he almost listened to him - that is why his brother will die alone, unlike him.

(Y/n) makes a noise at the back of her throat, eyes wide, "we've been shagging for weeks, and you have just referred to it as 'frolicking'?"

His lips curl, and he straightens his posture.

No, curse him for nearly getting nervous over (Y/n) (L/n) - as if! "Just wanted to make sure that you were still down; after that pathetic stunt you pulled as if you were better than me, you may have scored more than me, but unlike you, I can win a game." She rolls her eyes, so what if he, the seeker caught the snitch, his team mate barely scored the extra ten points that got them to win; it is not that hard to catch a Quaffle and throw it. Her mouth forms into a snarl as she allows him to continue. "Why else would I come to talk to you, you idiot?"

"Ah yes, I forgot, I am the only girl who will allow you to fuck her." She continues to walk again, and Regulus rolls his eyes, raising a finger to say his point, but she continues, not caring for him behind her. "How does it feel, knowing that the only girl who will let you shag her is a woman you hate?" Her eyes gleam as she spins on her heels, unable to control the words that continue, "a woman who sees you as a last resort."

There's a pause as he freezes in his steps - having begun to go after her - she mirrors his actions.

"Fuck you."

"Gladly."

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(Y/n) clenches her eyes shut as she grips at his hair, ignoring the slight sting as he pushes her against the stone wall. Oh, how she loves - sorry - enjoys his hair. How can it be so soft?

His teeth nip as her neck, as he places his leg between her thighs. With his right hand, he slowly slides it down her waist, leaving sparks of fire in its wake before gently curving it beneath her thigh as he lifts her to wrap her legs around his hips, her skirt now barely covering her hips. He groans, adoring the way her skin feels familiar and the heat that makes its way through his trousers; he gently begins to rub circles with his thumb before doing the same with his left hand, moving it from its position beside her head, pinning her to the wall.

Her breath wavers, the outline of his most private area pressed directly against the right place of her own, and her thighs subconsciously clench around his hips. He chuckles against her neck, beginning to pepper kisses along the entire length of her collarbone. Then, he rolls his hips, nestling his head in her neck as he elicits a moan from the two of them. (Y/n) bites her lip as he finally does it again, tightening her grip that is now on his shoulders.

He grins, glancing up to her for a second, enjoying her expression before repeating his previous motions, in the opposite direction across her collarbone, "No need to be quiet, (L/n), this wouldn't be the first time that-"

"Fuck you."

"Gladly," he smirks.

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Regulus Black glares daggers at his previously good friend Barty Crouch Junior (they were close until he realised just how creepy that boy was. Some people must get too comfortable, he supposes.) Of course, this does not mean that Barty lacks charisma, looks, or the ability to fool just about anyone - even his father. Bloody Crouch.

Regulus glances up from his book in the library as he attempts to catch a quick glimpse of the two who are on the opposite side of the table next to him. Despite the table being big enough to fit eight, Crouch must sit next to her. He nearly has a heart attack when Crouch turns to the laughing girl, tucking some hair gently behind her ear. Her cheeks are flushed, and he cannot ignore the way her hands tighten their grip around her quill. She may be enjoying this, but Regulus most certainly is not.

He goes to stand up, but he stops. (Y/n) isn't his girlfriend, and she has free will. She can make her own decisions. She is simply a quick shag. Well, it's never quick.

Her gaze ends up meeting his, and whatever she was about to say has quickly died in her throat. The golden glow of the sun reaches the window behind him, illuminating him in an awe-striking glow. She can't help but smile, the incessant boy next to her long-forgotten, and despite his fury, the ends of his lips curl upwards.

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"What are you playing at?" Once again, Regulus Black finds himself storming after the (h/c) haired pain in his arse. She ignores him, but he quickly catches up, coming to a stop in front of her.

She rolls her eyes and tries to step out past her, but before she can, he cuts her off. "You are not my boyfriend, husband, nor keeper. Please, be gone." She sighs, and with a sarcastic smile, tries to step past him again. Of course, he does the same as before.

His lips curl as he glares down to her, "I think I should know who else you are sleeping with, seeing as you could be riddled with disease."

She gasps, her own stare hardening into a glare as she bites back several rude comments,

"And what about you? I should know too."

Why must he always confront her in empty hallways?

His snarl falters, as does his posture, "I beg your pardon."

She continues to glare, taking a step forward, making him take a step back. "Come on, Black.

You want to know who I shag, and I want to know the same about you."

He tries to ignore the sting in his heart as she basically confirms their relationship, and he shoves his hands in his trousers’ pockets.

"None of your business. I am of the Noble House of B - don't roll your eyes at me!"

(Y/n) continues to step forward, making him stumble until the usual tables are reversed, and she has him against the wall.

"Fuck off and go shag, Barty!" His voice cracks a little bit, making his cheeks flush as he presses the palms of his hands against the wall. Thankfully, he does not embarrass himself too much as he maintains eye contact with her.

"Why? Want to watch?"

His cheeks flush just like hers already is, but he does not notice. "How dare you suggest such a thing! I am - I am -"

"You are what?"

There is a pause, and (Y/n) begins to grin, realising that she has won. He could lie and say he is shagging many, or he could...

He sighs, "I am only sleeping with you." He groans internally, wishing he knew how to shut up.

She falters, eyes wide and cheeks flushing to a rosier shade, "liar."

His eyes dart open, his jaw drops, "I beg your pardon!"

She scoffs, shaking her head at him before turning on her heels, heading away, flashing him two fingers as she leaves.

"What the fuck?" He whispers to himself, staring down to the ground. Then, he shakes his head, and this time, he runs after her.

To clarify, one of the Noble House of Black does not run.

"Who do you think you are?" She ignores him, continuing on. "You are infuriating." She continues to ignore him, taking a sharp turn into a quieter route to her common room, as well as faster. "What is wrong with you."

She suddenly stops, and he would have walked right into her had he not the quick reflexes from Quidditch. She spins on her heels, glaring at him. For a second, he freezes in awe of her beauty and fierceness, but he quickly controls it.

"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you!" She takes another step forward, but he does not falter, continuing to stare her down, maintaining her posture. "I have been nothing but honest, and you are nothing but a nasty little boy!"

"Me!" He scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest, "I am always honest. You are dishonest!"

"Liar!"

"Stop calling me that!" They are shouting now, and it would not surprise either if their classmates could hear them squabbling now.

" Fuck you! Then tell me a truth."

“No, thank you!” Now, that is something that Regulus thought he would never say. "You do it first!"

"Fine!" (Y/n) glares, and she does not even take a breath before she says this, "I am not sleeping with anyone else; I never have because I love you!" For a second, she is proud, knowing she has demonstrated more honesty until she realises what she has said. Her eyes widen, her breath gets caught in her throat as her eyes begin to well slightly but not in an embarrassing way, like no way is she going to be (Y/N) and cry.

His own eyes widen, his heart stuttering, and before a moment could settle between them, he gently raised his left hand to cup her cheek, thumb wiping away a single tear that had escaped before curling his right hand around her waist. Gently he leans down, her own eyes gently closing, followed by this as his lips carefully meet hers.

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#regulus x reader #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x female reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter oneshot #the marauders x reader #marauders x reader #hogwarts imagine

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