#Percy was always secretly bill's favorite

[romione-trope-fest]

Shell Cottage

Title: Shell Cottage

Author: adenei

Trope: Only One Bed

Summary: What if Shell Cottage wasn’t Bill and Fleur’s home/safehouse during the war…because there was no Voldemort? What if the Weasley kids used it for something else entirely? A something that was bestowed upon each Weasley kid before they entered their seventh year. And what if Ron used that something to his advantage, finally giving him a shot at getting together with Hermione?

WC: 7,738 (in 3 parts. part 1 here)

TW: alcohol use, frivolity, bed sharing.

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Part 1

  It’s an unusually warm summer day in Ottery St. Catchpole, and Ron welcomes the sun shining down on his face as he ventures outside. Summer’s always been his favorite season. When he was younger it was because his siblings would all be home from Hogwarts, so he had lots of options for playmates. And when he’d started school, it meant a nice long break from never-ending assignments and exams throughout the year.

  This summer is different, though. It’s officially his last as a student, which means it could be the final time he’ll have minimal responsibilities before he’s expected to pursue a career—and it’s coming to an end far too quickly. In two short weeks, he’ll be entering his seventh and final year of Hogwarts, and then this time next year? Well, who knows exactly what his future holds.

  Ron walks out to the garden, summoned by his brothers for a pick-up game of Quidditch, but no one’s there yet. It’s a rare afternoon when everyone stopped by to visit and hang out, much to Mrs. Weasley’s delight. They rarely spent time together aside from Sunday dinner, so the impromptu visit sent their mum into a tizzy. 

  They made some excuse about wanting to help Ron and Ginny train for tryouts in a few weeks, but Ron thinks they all secretly miss flying. Nevertheless, it still struck him as peculiar when he couldn’t see anyone around. Especially considering Fred and George already had their brooms when Bill asked him to come play. He figured they’d be flying around warming up already.

  Weird.

  Nevertheless, Ron keeps his pace toward the broomshed. Even if it’s all some stupid prank, he figures he can still charm some Quaffles and get a little solo practice in at the very least. It doesn’t matter that he’s held the Gryffindor Keeper position for two years now, he still wants to earn it.

  Not that Harry would give it to anyone else, unless they totally outperformed him. But every season, every match, he’s gained more confidence and honed his skills. It’s not like he plans on going pro or anything, but still, he wants to maintain his position on the team.

  Finally reaching the broomshed, he opens the door to retrieve his Cleansweep, but is met instead with a pair of arms pulling him into the small space.

  “What the—”

  “It’s about time, Ronniekins,” Fred chides.

  George shuts the door behind him and casts some sort of silencing charm on it. “Yeah, can’t say this is where I’d prefer to spend my afternoon waiting for you.”

  “So why are you in here and not outside?” Ron asks, completely bewildered. “I thought we were going to play Quidditch?”

  “We are, but we have to talk to you first.” Impatience lingers in Fred’s tone before Bill clears his throat.

  “It’s a…private matter.”

  “Oh, fucking hell, not the sex talk again,” Ron groans.

  George grins. “We can if you—”

  “No.”

  “Suit yourself.” Fred shrugs. “I happen to think we did a stellar job with our brotherly duty.”

  George nudges Bill. “Even provided Percy’s diagrams and everything.”

  Bill sniggers. “Did you really? Well, as much as I’d love to continue that conversation, we probably don’t have much time before Ginny comes outside and catches us in here.” Ron folds his arms as he waits for his oldest brother to continue.  “So, you’re about to start your seventh year in a couple weeks—”

  “Really? I had no idea.” Ron can’t help the quip, but he hates when people state the obvious.

  “Easy now, Ronniekins. As much as we love a good tradition, we don’t have to share this with you if you want to be all testy,” Fred warns.

  “Anyway.” Bill regains everyone’s attention. “As Fred so eloquently stated, we have a bit of a tradition that I started and has since been passed down to everyone.”

  “Even Percy,” George interjects.

  “Though I don’t think he threw much of a rager,” Fred shakes his head in disappointment.

  Bill chuckles. “No. I’m pretty sure he used the weekend for himself and Penelope and—”

  “No!” gasps Fred.

  A shit-eating grin plasters George’s face. “Did they—is that when he—no wonder he was such a bloody tosser all year!”

  “Acting even more pretentious than usual,” Fred continues.

  “All because he got—

  “Alright, alright. Percy’ll kill me if he finds out I told you so keep that to yourselves, yeah?”

  “Oh, come on, Bill. You’d crush him in a duel. He’s got nothing on you,” Fred ignores the point.

  Ron doesn’t realize until after the exchange that his eyes have widened at the information, and while he may have been annoyed before, he’s much more interested in what Bill has to say now.

  “So, are you going to tell me or…”

  Instead of answering right away, Bill digs into his pocket before brandishing a key.

  “What’s that to?” Ron presses again, and all three of his brothers grin widely.

  “Shell Cottage.”

  Shell Cottage. Where’s he heard that name before? He has to delve deep into his mind for any sort of recollection, and then it suddenly hits him.

  “Aunt Muriel’s summer home? But how do you—”

  “Dad used to check the place regularly when Muriel wasn’t staying there. But she stopped using it as her summer home years ago—just before my seventh year to be exact—and I’ve been in charge of making sure the place is alright ever since. ”

  “Okay…so, what? Did you borrow the place for a weekend?”

  Bill’s face falls slightly at Ron’s question and the twins stifle a groan. “Wow, Ron, way to ruin it.” George scolds.

  “I wasn’t trying to!” he defends. “It’s just—it was obvious…” 

  Bill doesn’t seem phased, though, as he continues. “Well, yeah. And since then, I’ve passed the key on to Charlie, Percy, and the twins a couple weeks before their seventh year starts at Hogwarts too. Now it’s your turn.”

  “Brilliant!” Ron reaches his hand out to take the key, but then hesitates. His eyes narrow slightly as he peers between his brothers. “What’s the catch?”

  “No catch,” Bill reassures. “You can have the place for the weekend. Just make sure it’s cleaned up before you leave. And I don’t care who you invite as long as you’ve got a good alibi.”

  “Right. Yeah.” Ron takes the key when Bill thrusts it toward him. 

  The wheels begin to turn, formulating a plan in his mind. Obviously, he wants to invite his dorm-mates. They could hang out on the beach and he knows Seamus would be able to hook them up with Firewhiskey. It could be the ultimate guys weekend. Kind of like the ones they used to have when they were younger before Seamus started chasing girls and he and Harry got wrapped up with Quidditch.

  But then he thinks about how Percy supposedly took advantage of the space and—well, if he’s being honest with himself, he’d love to find a way to hang out with Hermione one-on-one. Maybe it would be the kick in the pants he needs to finally take the plunge and ask her out.

  Who says you can’t do both?

  Both…now there’s an idea. But before he can ruminate on it anymore, Fred interrupts his thoughts. 

  “Great, now if we’re all set here, let’s get out of this steambox.” He pushes past Ron to open the door.

  George follows. “I’ll go find Gin so she doesn’t try to hex our bollocks off for leaving her out.”

  Dammit. Ginny.

  She’s going to be so pissed if he leaves her out, but as is the tradition, Ron isn’t sure he should tell her. Besides, is it so wrong to have a weekend for just him and his friends without her? Harry’ll understand too, right?

  Eh, whatever. He’ll figure it out later. For now, he’ll enjoy an afternoon of Quidditch just like the old times, and later, when Harry comes for dinner, he’ll figure out exactly what his weekend with the key to Shell Cottage will hold.

#submission #romione #romionetropefest #ONLY ONE BED

[unpopularvivian]

My Ttte Human Designs (Gordon):

Headcanons:

Proud, arrogant, boastful and strong. But he's secretly a softie and is extremely to his friends. Over time, his soft side really began to show.

Loves pulling the Express and being competitive.

His human age is 47 while his actual age is 102.

He is an Asexual Gay man.

Kinda hates to admit his mistakes but he's working on being more humble.

Since Edward is a lot more chaotic in this AU, Gordon is really the only one keeping the Steam Team together.

Jesus Christ, how many siblings did Gordon used to have?!?!

Gordon was very close with Pretty Polly and Scotsman when he was young and so hearing about all of his siblings die except for Scotsman was very heartbreaking.

"I am an Express Engine, I don't go slow!"

Scot likes to call Gordon "Little brother" just to piss him off because Gordon is actually Scotsman's older brother.

Has a massive crush on BoCo and they managed to become fiancés. Unfortunately, that also means he has to take care of the bastards-I mean bees.

Loves classical music and plays the piano. Is a God at it.

Likes anything that tastes like blueberry.

Is the tallest in the Steam Team.

When he came to Sodor, he was quiet since he had a speech impediment, was very shy, curious and liked to stay out of trouble. And like he said, he also used to be green. Redward was the complete opposite, leading to some really funny interactions with the two.

Knows ASL because he used it as a way of communicating when he was green.

Toby is his best friend and they're always seen together. They're so close to each other that they both became each other's wingman when they went out to their first date with their partners.

Will kill and die for his adopted daughter, Emily.

He is Henry's half-brother.

An massive Ace Attorney fan. Has played all of the games and watched the animated series. His favorite character is probably Miles Edgeworth.

Does not know the meaning of "casual wear" He will show up on a date WEARING A FANCY ASS SUIT.

Closest Friends:

BoCo (Fiance), Toby (Best Friend), Edward, Henry, James, Thomas, Percy, Emily, Scotsman, Mallard, etc.

Enemies:

Ryan, Diesel, Spencer, Diesel 10 and Bill and Ben (Sometimes).

#ttte #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #ttte humanised #ttte humanisation #ttte human au #ttte headcanon #ttte gordon

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Lillie H. Tyler Season One Bio

Full Name: Deliah Holmes “Lillie” Tyler

Age: Eighteen (Six months younger than Rose; was born at six months old.)

Stolen Quote: Bill Potts: “Are you secretly a badass?”

Nardole: “Nothing secret about it, baby doll”

Real Quote: “Yeah, I’ve been faking a smile to hide my pain my entire life and it’s gotten me nearly eighteen years without anyone noticing, I’ve come realize that maybe no one will ever see through my mask.”

Birthday: October 31, 1987

Human Appearance: Curly dark brown hair, blue eyes, five foot three.

Relations: Rose Tyler (Older sister), Jacklyn "Jackie" Tyler (Mother), Pete Tyler (Father; Deceased, hit by a car on November 7, 1987)

Personality: Loyal to a fault; Kind; Compassionate; Fierce; Protective; Intelligent; Scary when angry; Geeky; Witty; Sarcastic; Goofy; Tomboy; Just; Selfless; Shy, Kind, Hufflepuff, Brave, Curious, Soft, Insecure, Secret Badass, Observant, Strong, Fighter, Trusting, Loving, Violent, Impulsive, Scatterbrained, Pessimistic, Eccedentiast (Hides her pain with smiles), Paradoxical (Little Bit), Perceptive

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Hogwarts Hybrid: Gryfflepuff (Hufflepuff/Gryffindor)

Fatal Flaws: Excessive Personal Loyalty — (Think of Percy Jackson) She will risk her life and the world for her friends.

Feeling of Inferiority — (Think of Leo Valdez) She will always feel like she is the least important and feels that she is worth sparing

Low Self-Confidence/Low Self-Esteem — She doesn’t trust herself to make the right decisions, she thinks of herself as useless and invaluable

Fears: Claustrophobia — Fear of small, enclosed spaces — Leaks through the suppression cloak

Likes: Freedom, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Reading, Helping, The Color Purple, Halloween, Kindness, Mischief, Doing the right thing

Dislikes: Being Bored, Feeling Trapped, Most People, Wearing Dresses, Looking Girly, Being Called Girly, The Color Pink, Valentine's Day, Conformity

Favorite Singers/Bands: Queen, the Police, the Velvet Underground, Linkin Park, Imagine Dragons, Dolly Parton, Taylor Swift

Skills/Abilities: Acting, Mild Sherlock Scan (Look on tvtropes.org), Intellect, Weapon Proficiency Instincts, Fighting Instincts, Martial Arts Instincts, Hacking

Possible Disorder(s): ADHD (Her alien counterpart had ADHD which leaked into her human counterpart), Directional Dyslexia (Also leaks through)

Sexuality: Heteroflexible Demisexual

Wardrobe: Flannel; Plaid; Leather Jackets; Beanies; Graphic tees; High tops; Boots; Trench Coats Accessories: 3D Glow-In-The-Dark Galaxy Ball Pendant (Origin of unknown)

Friends: Rose Tyler (Older Sister/Best Friend), Mickey Smith, Sarah Jane Smith (Acquaintance), The Fourth Doctor (Acquaintance), Lars South-Woods (Ex)

Enemies: Weeping Angels, Bullies

Etymology: Deliah – The Delilah is a type of dahlia; The Delilah symbolizes beauty, commitment, and kindness. Another meaning is finding inner strength; the Victorians used the flower to signify a lasting bond and commitment between two people. They can symbolize elegance, inner strength, change, creativity, and dignity. They can also symbolize positivity, resilience, wildness, and happiness. Generally, dahlias symbolize new beginnings, fresh starts, enduring kindness, and even grave in challenging times.

Lillie – Variation of the nickname “Lily” – These flowers represent purity, innocence, rebirth, and resurrection just to name a few. Lilies may represent mourning and to some they symbolize death because represent the moment when the soul departs the body.

Holmes — Surname of literature’s most famous detective (and possibly one of literature’s earliest cases of a character with ADHD).

Face Claim: Young Lillie - Malina Weissman

Young Adult - Katherine Langford (Hannah Baker/Morgan Stark/Nimue/Leah Burke/Meg Thrombey)

#The Eccedentiast #Lillie Tyler #Supernova #2005 Bio #Violet Baudelaire #Katherine Langford #Doctor Who #Tenth Doctor #Ninth Doctor

[freddie-weaselbee]

Reflection//F.W.

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Implied eating disorder, implied body dysmorphia, body insecurities, insecurities in general, mentions of food/drink, language, angst, fluff, sad and insecure Freddie :(

Summary: Fred can’t even look at his reflection without feeling bad about himself and thinking about how you deserve so much more than anything he has to offer. 

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. No matter who you are or what you look like, you are absolutely beautiful. If you or if you know anyone who suffers from body dysmorphia (specifically men because it’s not talked about enough), please reach out to someone and learn more. My messages are always open!

Arthur Weasley. Molly Weasley. Bill Weasley. Charlie Weasley. Percy Weasley. Fred and George Weasley. Ron Weasley. Ginny Weasley. The Weasley family. While all connected by their Gryffindor house and flaming red hair, each member of the family was unique in their own sense. 

Arthur and Molly were the parents. Arthur’s fascination with Muggles as a Pureblood and Molly’s blunt but loving motherly nature were what set them apart. 

Bill was the oldest, the golden child. He was loved at Hogwarts and became a successful curse breaker. No one ever had problems with the wonder that was Bill Weasley. 

Charlie forged his own path. The great Hogwarts Quidditch star who likely could have gone professional, had he not found his passion in dragons and made a new life for himself in Romania.  

Percy. Perfect prefect Percy, the one who would grow up to be the Minister of Magic, at least that's what everyone thought. He had every aspect of his life perfectly planned out down to the last detail, and oh how Molly loved her rule-abiding son, never a troublemaker. 

Ron had a more difficult time making a name for himself. The youngest brother in the family and yet not quite the baby. However, his friendship with Harry Potter and their knack for getting themselves into trouble every year made Ronald Weasley a known name around Hogwarts. 

Ginny was the only girl, which made her unique already.  Not only that, but she was fantastic at Quidditch, had the heart of a true Gryffindor Lion, and was overall a kind, vivacious, adventurous soul. 

Each Weasley had one thing that set them apart. Everyone, that is, except the duo that could never be separated. 

Fred and George Weasley. Not Fred Weasley and George Weasley. Fred and George. As if they were one person, joined at the hip with the same ideas, the same personalities, and the same feelings. No matter how hard they tried when they were younger, everyone always came back to calling them Fred and George. Even their own mother often got them mixed up, and showed no care in doing so. As long as it was one of the twins she was alright

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Once their years at Hogwarts started, the two boys decided to stop fighting the inevitable, and thus began their reign as “Fred and George Weasley, Prank Master Extraordinaires.” They were always together. They were both Quidditch beaters. They pulled some of the finest pranks Hogwarts had ever seen together. They sat next to each other in all of their classes and would sometimes switch seats or call each other the wrong name to see if anyone else would notice. They never did. 

“Freddie, you coming?” you asked your boyfriend, jumping up onto his back. It was Hogsmeade weekend, which meant the tradition of you and your friends raiding Honeydukes, Zonkos, and finishing out at The Three Broomsticks was minutes away from happening once again. Fred laughed and spun around, quickly getting dizzy and pulling you both down into the Gryffindor couch. 

You rolled on top of him and pulled his chin in for a quick kiss, limbs awkwardly tangled in each other as you shared a sweet moment with the ginger you’d been dating for the last 3 months. 

“Ugh my eyes!” George stood behind the couch, hands covering his face in order to shield his view from the innocent scene in front of him. 

“Oh shut up George,” you said. “You’re just jealous.”

Fred smirked at his slightly younger brother and pulled you down into a deeper kiss. “Yeah, jealous,” he mumbled against your lips, which resulted in George physically separating your faces with his hands. 

“You two disgust me,” he scoffed. “Are you guys ready?”

Fred struggled against his brother’s hand for a second trying to recapture your lips once again, but he eventually gave up once you caved and pulled away. 

“I’m all set, has everyone else already left?” The rest of your small friend group consisted of Lee Jordan, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet, who you had been close with since your first year. The three boys would run off and pull horrendous pranks while you, Angelina, and Alicia would roll your eyes, secretly coming up with new ideas for jokes to pull on Filch. 

George jumped over the couch and hoisted you up by your arms, his strength making you fly through the air for a few seconds before you landed shakily on the warm rugs decorating the floor. 

“Yep,” replied your friend. “They said they’d meet us in the Courtyard and we can go from there. If I remember correctly it’s your turn to buy butterbeers.” 

You groaned and threw your hands to your pocket, making sure you had the money. “I thought you would’ve forgotten about that.”

George wrapped his arm around your shoulder and gave you a brotherly squeeze. “Never, love. Let’s get going.”

Giggling, you walked in step with your best friend and wrapped an arm around his waist. You turned your head and put out your other arm, gesturing for Fred to come join you. 

“C’mon, Fred, what’re you waiting for?”

Fred wasn’t waiting for anything. In fact, the longer he saw you interact with George, the less he wanted to spend the day watching it continue to happen. He didn’t look at you and instead just fiddled with his sweater, the one you had stolen from him so many times until he finally took it back to appreciate how it now smelled like you. 

“I’m not feeling too well today, you guys can just go.”

You pouted and fully turned to face your boyfriend. “You were fine just a second ago, do you want me to stay with you?”

He could tell you were about to walk back over and crawl into his lap, but he really needed to be alone. “I’m ok love, just not feeling it today. Bring me back something from Honeydukes though, will ya?”

You gave him a small smile and nodded, wondering if there was anything else you could do to help. 

“Don’t worry Y/N,” said George, “I can take care of you. We’ll have a blast!”

“I can take care of myself, Georgie,” you said. Fred winced at the nickname. “But I thank you kindly for the offer.” You bowed sarcastically and began to howl with laughter as George tickled your sides and threw you over his shoulder. “See you later Fred, don’t have too much fun without me!”

He looked up at the last second, only catching a glimpse of your face contorted with giggles as his twin carried you through the halls of the castle. 

Fred sighed and got up from the couch, sulking as he made his way to his now empty dorm room. He lied down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, imagination and worries running wild. What were you and George doing right now? Was he still holding onto you, laughing as he clutched your perfect body in his arms? Fred’s jaw clenched, thinking about his brother holding you, kissing you like he did. Because what was the difference between him and his brother? Why would you care if it was George that was touching you instead of Fred. They were the same. To everyone in the world, they were just the mirror images of each other. Just a stupid, unoriginal reflection. 

He felt a few hot tears well up, so he turned onto his side and curled up, letting sleep take over and wash his troubles away. 

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“Alright George, put me down, you’ve had your fun.” The Weasley boy pretended to drop you, only making you clutch his shoulder harder. 

“Oh I see,” George said smirking, “now you don’t want me to put you down, huh?”

“Sod off, loser.” You wiggled out of his loosening grasp and elbowed his side. George had decided to carry you not only out of Hogwarts, but also almost the entire way to Hogsmeade itself. An act quite impressive, but the beater was known for his renowned upper body strength. 

Angelina came up and grabbed your arm, slowing you down so you would fall away from the rest of the group. “Not trying to steal my love, are you Y/N?” she asked, trying to glare at you but breaking quickly and smiling in the end. 

“I don’t know Angie,” you teased, “if you don’t make a move soon maybe I’ll have to take both twins. Paris does sound very nice this time of year.”

She rolled her eyes and gave you a soft shove. “The annoying part is that you could probably pull both of them too. I see the way George looks at you.”

Your best friend, usually so confident and collected, was now very shy and insecure about her love for the younger of the Weasley twins. You and George had no feelings for each other. Both of you knew that and she of course knew that. But sometimes dumb thoughts plagued people’s minds. 

“Angie, wanna know a secret?” you asked. 

She looked up and nodded slowly. 

“The reason George and I’ve been hanging out recently is because he keeps asking me about you. ‘What’s Angie’s favorite food?’ ‘What does she like to do when she’s not kicking ass on the Quidditch pitch?’ blah blah blah.” 

Angelina laughed at your horrible impersonation of George’s voice. “You know he’s like a brother to me. I mean, if things between me and Fred keep going how they are then maybe one day he’ll be my actual brother.”

She nodded gratefully and sighed a breath of relief. “I know, I know. It’s just a little weird for me that you two are so close. I feel like I’m third wheeling whenever you guys are there, and you aren’t even the ones dating!”

“That’s just how George is. He’s so sweet, so he’s always there to cheer me up. But you have to trust me, there is not and will not ever be something between me and him. No offence to George, but that’s gross.”

“You’re dating his twin brother! How is that gross?”

“You of all people know that they’re not the same. I prefer my men cocky, arrogant, and pretty,” you quipped, calling Fred out. 

“And I prefer mine sweet, compassionate, and handsome, but it looks like George has got a long way to go before he can earn that title.”

Angelina was referring to the scene in front of you, where the man in question was currently shoving Lee’s face into the snow-covered ground. 

“Maybe we both need better taste in men,” you said, running with Angelina to tackle George and save your dear friend. 

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It was 2 weeks later, and Fred was once again missing out on a trip to Hogsmeade. Gryffindor had just played Slytherin in the game of the year, a close match that had the entire school screaming and on the edge of their seats. 

“And there Malfoy and Potter go, racing into the sky with their eyes on the snitch,” Lee Jordan shouted into the microphone. “The current score is Gryffindor with 130 points and Slytherin with 110. It all comes down to who can catch this flying bugger.”

A loud crack resounded across the pitch as George sent a bludger straight toward Malfoy, hitting his broom and almost knocking him off. 

“Amazing hit by Number 6, beater George Weasley. This could be the end of the game folks, this could be it. Oh! Malfoy’s back on his broom and racing to catch up to Potter. Weasley gave the young Gryffindor seeker a great head start, and it looks like he might have it!”

“Fred!” Angelina cried. Fred looked to where she was gesturing and saw the bludger coming straight toward him. This was his shot. He had a clear path to hit Malfoy, securing the win for Gryffindor. 

You were in the crowd, screaming at the top of your lungs. He didn’t want to disappoint you, or the team, or his house. He didn’t want to disappoint people anymore. 

“Number 5 Fred Weasley winds up to hit a bludger, he’s got a clean shot toward Malfoy! If he can get this hit it’s game over and victory for Gryffindor!”

With all of his strength he sent the bludger flying, but apparently his aim hadn’t improved with the extra practice he had been doing. 

Lee continued to comment on the disaster that was about to happen. “One strong hit to the bludger, but it looks like it’s going in the wrong direction. Oh no! Instead of hitting Malfoy the bludger just hit Potter, sending him and his broom spiraling out of control! Malfoy has taken this opportunity to catch up to the snitch and...and...he’s got it. Malfoy catches the snitch, making the final score 260 for Slytherin to 130 for Gryffindor. A well played match by everyone.”

Except it wasn’t a well played match for Fred. He had let everyone down, again. He was used to it from his parents and older siblings, even most of his teachers. But he had never let down his house before. He had never let down his team. 

Fred locked himself away in his room, refusing to talk to anyone. He pulled off his Quidditch robes and shirt and stared at his reflection in the wall length mirror hanging in his dorm room. 

He stared at his body, something many girls would comment on and swoon over. He was Fred Weasley, star Quidditch player and resident hottie at Hogwarts. Except he wasn’t anymore. 

The definition of his abs weren’t strong enough. He was gaining too much fat, eating too much food. He wasn’t working out enough, that was it. If he would've worked out more then he would’ve made the shot during the game. 

Fred wasn’t as ripped as George, he knew that for a fact. Living in the same room for their entire lives, Fred knew how strong his brother was, how defined his biceps were and how he could lift you with absolutely no problem. Fred knew that George was the better beater. It was just statistics. He made the most hits, had the best aim, and won the team the most points.  

The only thing Fred was better at was making jokes, but he knew no one liked them. His friends must’ve laughed out of pity. There was no way anyone could not find him annoying, especially with how cocky and overconfident he came across. They just tolerated him because of George. You just loved him because you saw him as another George. You should be with George. 

Fred stared into the reflection of himself in the mirror, the one that looked equal parts like him and his twin brother. He groaned as he bent down to the floor, quickly starting another repetition of countless pushups until he would pass out from exhaustion.

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Fred had stuck to his cycle. Wake up, eat (but not much), go on a run across the castle grounds, go to class, work out for 2 hours, eat dinner (but once again, not much), work out again and then pass out from working so hard. Any time he had outside of class was spent on the Quidditch pitch or locked away in his dorm, overworking his body and secretly comparing it to his brother’s. No matter what he did, he never caught up. He was still the more annoying, weaker, less attractive reflection of his twin. 

“There’s something wrong with him,” George said to you, walking to the courtyard for one of your breaks. “He’s been so off lately and I can’t figure out why.”

“You’re telling me!” You had noticed Fred’s changes in behavior and tried to talk to him about it. He had become quieter and less outgoing, usually choosing to be alone and do God knows what while you went off with your friends. In fact, the two of you hadn’t had an evening to yourselves in over a month. Not ever seeing your boyfriend was beginning to take a toll on you too. 

“I’ve tried talking to him and asking if anything’s wrong, but he always blows me off,” you complained. “He just seems so sad and miserable, and the worst part is, I have no idea why!”

George just shook his head. “Me neither. He’s my bloody twin brother and we never even talk anymore. He’s always on his broom or locked himself in our room. Doesn’t ever let me in, so I don’t know what’s going on back there.”

Thoughts began to race through your head. “Do you,” you gulped. “Do you think he’s hiding something from us? Or...or someone?”

“Oh Godric no,” George said suddenly, wrapping you up in a hug. “Fred would never cheat on you darling, he loves you too much for that. He would go on and on about how bloody beautiful you are and how you’re the perfect person for him and it took everything I had not to strangle the git sometimes cuz he would never let me sleep.”

You squeezed him back tighter. “When...when did he say these things?”

George paused for a few seconds. “A little over a month ago. I...I haven’t really heard him talk much recently…”

You broke down sobbing in your friend’s arms, lowering yourself onto a bench and turning to cry into his chest. 

“Shh, shh darling, it’s not your fault. I’m sure this is a misunderstanding. Freddie loves you so much, he would never hurt you, ever.” He grabbed your chin so you were looking up at him. “Do you understand me?”

You nodded, eyes red and puffy before going back to his chest to cry. You spoke to him through broken sobs. “I...I’m gonna talk to him tonight. I need to f-find out what’s...wrong.”

George stroked your hair soothingly and rubbed your back. “Sounds like a plan, love. You’ve got this.”

You thanked him and continued to cry until you felt all of your sadness release. George helped you up and walked you to the bathroom to get your face cleaned up for the next class. Little did you or George know that Fred, from afar, had just witnessed the entire scene. 

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In his usual place as of late, Fred was curled up on his bed, unable to move from the intensity he had just put his body through. He tried to shift to get into a more comfortable position but it only made him groan and his stomach growl. 

His arms, which were supposed to be getting stronger, were weak from malnutrition. He wasn’t even strong enough to sit up and do his Potions homework, which only made him feel worse about himself. 

All his life it had been Fred and George. It didn’t matter that his name was first, because there was always George to follow. They were the same person, and yet he still felt inferior to his brother. No matter what he did, how hard he worked, George was always going to be better. He was the stronger twin, the kinder one, the more compassionate one who knows when a prank has gone too far. He was everything that you deserve, and everything Fred wished he could be. 

Fred was startled by a knock on the door. “Freddie,” your muffled voice called through. He stayed quiet, hoping you would leave and look for him somewhere else, or better yet give up on him altogether. He couldn’t stand to look at you at the moment. 

“Freddie I’m coming in.” Before he could do anything you had cast alohomora and were standing next to his bed. 

Fred turned his head away from you, trying not to let you see how red his face was from crying. He pulled the covers up over his face, blatantly ignoring you. 

“We need to talk.” You sat down next to him and ripped the blanket off, revealing a mostly naked Fred aside from his pair of boxers. You grabbed his shoulders to roll him over to face you, but you jumped back as he let out a pained groan. 

“Get out, Y/N. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “You haven’t wanted to talk for the past month and I’m tired of it. I know there’s something wrong, and it’s killing me to see you like this. Please, Fred, you need to tell me what’s happening.”

The boy rolled his eyes and slowly moved to face you. “Why?” he asked. “So you can run off to George and have him comfort you? Why don’t you just save us both the trouble and go be with him.”

You were shocked by his words. Fred had never been the jealous type. Whenever you would talk casually with your exes or other boys would flirt with you, Fred was understanding and calm, always saying that you were his and he knew he didn’t have to worry about anything. But now for some reason he was seething with jealousy, and over his brother no less. It didn’t make any sense. 

“What in the world are you talking about?” you asked indignantly. “You know that George is just my friend, my best friend. He’s in love with Angelina and I’m in love with you.”

Fred scoffed. “Yeah, alright then. What did you and Angelina do, draw straws and decide who gets who? It’s not like it would matter, as long as you got one of the twins.”

You sat down on the bed, fuming with anger. “Where is this coming from? You know I love you. I don’t love George, at least not more than a friend or a brother. I don’t love anyone else and I don’t want to be with anyone else, just you.”

Your hand traveled to his shoulder but he jerked up so that he was inches away from you. “Don’t lie to me. You’re just like everyone else. You got one of the twins, and then you realized that you got the worse one, so off you are to go seduce George, because he’s just my reflection but better. I know exactly how you think you worthless bitch!”

Both of you went silent. Fred had never spoken those things to you before. Never once had he raised his voice in anger, and he had never even thought about calling you a bitch or anything of the sort. 

You brought your hand back to slap him, but you hesitated when he just gave up and sighed, awaiting the hit and not even trying to do anything about it. He was weak and exhausted and had completely given up on everything. 

Lowering your hand, you moved it to caress his cheek. He leaned into the touch, letting small tears fall from his eyes and drop onto your fingers. You pulled him into your shoulder slowly, where he sniffled and cuddled up next to you. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean that. You’re perfect.”

After a few seconds you finally spoke up. “I love you so much. You cheer me up when I’ve had a bad day with your jokes.” Fred hummed into your shoulder. “You’re always helping me relax when things get too stressful, and you take me on the best adventures I could ever imagine.” He turned his head to meet your eyes. “You and George, while you might look the same, are completely different. I could never love him the way I love you, because he’s not you. He’s sweet, compassionate Georgie, and you’re fierce, loyal, loving, optimistic, beautiful Freddie.”

Fred nuzzled into your shoulder and pulled you down so you were both laying down on his bed. He mumbled something that you couldn’t make out. 

“What was that love?”

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” He spoke so shyly, pieces of his insecurities finally becoming apparent. 

You held his face in your hands and stared into his mesmerizing brown eyes. “I think you’re beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, pretty, and absolutely perfect the way you are.” You ran your hands down his toned abs, starting to understand what he had been doing those many hours each day. “No matter how much muscle you have or how big or small you are, I’ll always love you. You look perfect to me.”

To show Fred exactly how you felt you kissed him all over his body, starting at his neck and moving to his chest all the way down to his thighs and calves. “Just because you’re a guy doesn’t mean you have to be super buff and toned. All bodies are beautiful, and that goes for men too. And you are the most beautiful of them all.”

Fred squeezed you tight, mentally hitting himself for not talking to you earlier. You loved him and he knew that. You didn’t love George and you didn’t love him because he was one of the Weasley twins. You loved him because he was simply Fred. Fred Weasley. 

You shifted out of his hold and started to leave the room. “Where are you going love, please stay,” he asked, giving you his biggest puppy dog eyes. 

“I’m gonna sneak into the kitchens and get you some food. You need to eat, Freddie. I’ve seen you skip meals and it’s not healthy.” He nodded reluctantly, still self conscious about the weight he thought he gained. 

“Speaking of not being healthy, I think you should slow down with the workouts. There’s nothing wrong with getting a better body, but you’re destroying yourself in the process. Can you take a break for a few days and rest up before reevaluating your workouts?”

It took Fred a second to think over. He still wanted a body like his brother’s, but you were right. He wouldn’t get it from not eating and constantly hurting himself. “Yeah, alright.”

“I think there’s leftover ham and potatoes from dinner, does that sound good?” Fred agreed, cozying himself back up under the covers. 

“Perfect,” you said. “I’ll get food and we can eat and catch up, and maybe read that book I was telling you about? You said you wanted to read it with me.”

“Sounds perfect, love. Thank you so much.”

You nodded and walked out the door, closing it softly. Fred looked around the room he had spent so much time in recently until his eyes landed on the mirror hanging on his wall. With what was left of his strength he got up and stood in front of it. 

It wasn’t going to be easy. He had so many deep seated insecurities that he would need to work out, and it would take time. But for the first time in a while, Fred could finally look at his reflection and smile. 

#fredweasley #fred x reader #fred #fredweasleyfluff #hogwarts #georgeweasley #fred weasley x reader #fredweasleyimagine #fredweasey #fred x y/n #fredweasleyfic #weasley #tw eating things #tw body dysphoria #tw cursing

[imaginedxlan]

Drivers License (Ron Weasley)

a/n: have y’all HEARD drivers license by olivia rodrigo? sis DRAGGED joshua bassett, as she should have. Any who, I did this type of song based imagine with New Years Day by Taylor Swift and its still one of my absolute favorites I’ve ever written, so here we go

Y/N has cared for her best friend, Ginny Weasley’s, older brother Ron for as long as she can remember, but every time it he shows any sort of affection back, its not long before he moves onto the next girl. 

warning(s): I don’t think any, please let me know if I missed any

Part 2

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I got my driver’s license last week Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me To finally drive up to your house

Being muggle born, you always knew one day you would eventually have to get your license. Without the ability to use magic outside of school, driving a car was the second best way to get around. Last week, on the exact day of your sixteenth birthday, you finally passed your drivers test. You were ecstatic, you had been talking about finally being able to drive a car with all your friends, both muggle and magic, for years now, especially with the Weasleys. 

You and Ginny had become friends during second year, both being in Gryffindor and all, but it wasn’t until fourth year that you realized how unlucky you were to have a best friend with such handsome brothers. Bill, Charlie and the Twins were far too old for you, so was Percy but your issue with him wasn’t so much age, rather how much of a priss he was. Ron was like god in your eyes. Only a year older than you and Ginny, but somehow he seemed to much more mature.

To be clear, you never used your relationship with Ginny to become close with him, he was more and added bonus to being friends with a girl like Gin. When Ginny and Harry became closer, it only made sense for you to spend more time with Ron, now that both of your best friends were occupied. He loved to listen about your life as a muggle, he heard a lot from Hermione, but your stories were just as interesting. When he found out you were to get your license this Summer, he wouldn’t stop talking about how you could just drive to The Burrow and visit them for days on end. It made you happy when he would seem so excited to spend time with you. 

“Ron you do realize this is no more exciting than when my parents would drive me to your house.” You laugh at his planning for all that you’ll be able to do now that you have your license. You were in the common room just after dinner, trying to distract him from the fact that his sister and Harry had just snuck off to the astronomy tower. He hadn’t asked about either of them just yet.

“I know, I know. But you’ll be able to come whenever you want now, no one has to drive you to us, it’s all you.” He laughed with you, but slowly began to stop, looking almost out of breath. His eyes kept switching between your eyes and your lips, which made your heart catch in your throat. “Bloody hell, when did you get so gorgeous.”

This made your cheeks heat up, the thought of Ronald Weasley thinking his kid sister’s friend is anything other than just that. You don’t respond, feeling as though all the words you could’ve said were stolen from your vocabulary. His right hand reached out to grab your cheek, his thumb moving across the soft skin that was turning more and more pink by the second. You couldn’t help yourself from turning your eyes toward his lips, his tongue running across his bottom one.

“Ron,” You finally croak out, the only thing you could manage to say in your flustered state.

He doesn’t respond, only ducks his head down until you’re just centimeters from each other. You can feel his breath, hot against your skin. You couldn’t take it anymore, closing the gap between your lips. The first time you ever kissed Ron Weasley. Your heart was doing gymnastics as your brain was trying to comprehend what in the hell was happening. His lips were soft compared to his calloused hands. You had kissed other boys, plenty actually, but this wasn’t like any of the other kisses you’d ever had.

He pulls away from you, steadying his breath. He presses his forehead to your, staying like that for a while. “After you get your license you can come ‘round my house and we can do that for a minute before anyone even knows you’re there.”

And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt She's so much older than me She's everything I'm insecure about

It wasn’t long after your kiss that Lavender Brown came into the picture. In the back of your head, you hoped that after what had ensued in the common room, he wouldn’t give the girl a second look.  She’s beautiful, curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and more confident than you could ever dream of being. She started by complimenting Ron in the great hall, he didn’t think much of it until he realized just how much Lavender fawning over him boosted his ego.

The worst part is that she was his age. There was no chance of him thinking of her as just a child, just his sister’s friend. She was everything you wanted to be and more. It’s not that you didn’t think of him the way she did, you just didn’t have the nerve to say it to him. After you kissed in the common room, and in his room, and in your room, and in the random broom closet on your way back from class one day, you found yourself even more nervous around the ginger than before. You still felt the exact same way you did you years. 

After Gryffindors win over Slytherin, all thanks to Weasley, the Gryffindor common room was absolutely buzzing. Screams and shouts about how Ron Weasley saved the day, chanting his name over and over. You and Ginny just watched from the side, letting him bask in his own glory before you went to say anything to him. 

“You really like him don’t you?” Ginny asks, pulling you from your gaze. You looked at him with the biggest smile on your face, clapping along to all the chants. “And don’t lie to me, I know a face of a girl in love with one of my brothers when I see one.”

You could feel your cheeks turn red when she caught you, but still smiled as you couldn’t help yourself. “I guess I do. He’s different, you know? Never felt this way about anyone.”

Ginny just rolled her eyes, but you knew she was happy for you. She secretly had always wished you’d end up with one of her brothers so you could be sisters one day. Just as you’re about to make your way over to congratulate the boy, Lavender Brown, with all her confidence, pulls him down my his arm and plants her lips on his. You freeze in your place, heart dropping to your toes, hoping to every god there is that he doesn’t kiss her back. But he does. Just feet from where he first kissed you only months ago, he wrapped his arms around the blonde girl and you feel your chest burn. Ginny grabs your hand, forcing you to look away from the sight in front of you, and drags you down to your dorm. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make excuses for her brother, just strokes your hair as you stare at the wall in front of you. You don’t cry, you can’t bring yourself to do it. The beautiful things he would say to you over the past few months about how he felt when he held you or what you would do together when you could finally drive to the Burrow. The things that made you fall head over heels in love with him, all of it felt like a lie now. Because now he’s kissing that blonde girl in the place he kissed you for the first time as if you had been erased from his mind. 

But today I drove through the suburbs Crying 'cause you weren't around

Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

You couldn’t avoid the Burrow forever, Ginny is still your best friend after all. She had sent countless letters in the weeks leading up to your birthday, begging you to come and see her so you could drive around like a bunch of muggle teenagers.

Your heart couldn’t quite take the idea of driving up to that house, the one where he lived, the one that he gushed about you driving to and kissing in the back seat of your car, but that didn’t matter. You thought forcing yourself to face what you didn’t want to see was the only way you could heal. 

He isn’t with Lavender anymore, you half expected after their breakup that he would come to you and apologize, tell you he meant all the things he said to you and that he never meant to be with her. But he moved on quicker than you expected, and not to you. To Hermione. That hurt worse that seeing him kiss Lavender. Even when he was with Lavender, you would catch him in the common room and he would smile at you, touch your leg and say things that made your heart burst.

“I still think about that night, you know? In here.”

It felt wrong for him to be saying those things to you, especially while he was spoken for, but you never stopped him. It wasn’t until he fell ill after being poisoned that you realized he never loved Lavender. You, Ginny, and Hermione sat by his bed while he was unconscious. When Lavender came in carrying on about her ‘Won-Won,’ he began whispering Hermione’s name in his sleep, and you knew it wasn’t Lavender you had to compete with, it was Hermione Granger. 

Ginny grabbed your hand like she did at the Gryffindor party and led you out of the hospital wing where you spent hours next to him, just for him to say her name. You cried this time, knowing now you weren’t his second choice either. 

Now here you are, driving up to the Burrow with tears in your eyes because all you could associate with this place was how your heart would beat out of control when Ron would speak about you visiting him. You couldn’t bring yourself to hate him though, how could you? You spent years caring for him before he showed you even the slightest bit of affection, you were used to being disappointed by Ronald Weasley, it never made you love him any less. He stopped saying the types of things he used to now that he was with Hermione, perhaps you were just a place holder for her. He didn’t ignore you, which was actually worse, you wish he would just pretend you didn’t exist. Instead, he pretended like you never meant anything more to him than being just his sister’s mate, like you never kissed him, like he never told you how much you meant to him.

The house buzzes with energy and you fix yourself before getting out of the car. The twins are batting in the yard while Molly yells for them from the kitchen. You’ve always loved the Burrow, how much noise there is compared to your house, but today you dread walking in.

“Y/n!” Molly greets you, patting her hands against her skirt before pulling you in for a hug. “How I’ve missed you sweet girl. Come, come! I have a little something for you, I know its a week late but I couldn’t let your birthday pass with nothing!”

She pulls you into the living room where a tiny wrapped box lies next to the couch, next to Ginny, Ron and Hermione. Ginny smiles as soon as she sees you, jumping up to pull you into a tight hug. Ron and Hermione don’t get up, just say hello from their spots on the couch before going back to whatever they’re talking about. Your heart aches.

Mrs. Weasley hands you the small back, urging you to open it. Inside is a necklace with a small red gem and a lion pendant. You gasp at its beauty and its thoughtfulness. “Oh Mrs. Weasley! You shouldn’t have!”

“Merlin, y/n, how many times must I tell you to call me Molly!” She scolds you with a laugh. “It’s nothing, really dear. You’ve meant so much to this family for so long, it would be like not giving a birthday gift to my own child.”

You smile for a moment before remembering that Ron had forgotten your birthday. You got letters from Ginny, other friends from school, even the twins and Harry had sent you a short message, but not Ron. “Oi, is it your birthday?”

“Last week.” You correct the boy, not wanting to speak with him any further. 

“Ah, sorry mate, I forgot.” He says nonchalantly. “You got your license, right? You get a car too?”

You simply nod and look toward Ginny for help, she immediately intervenes by saying, “Well, y/n promised she’d take me for a ride. Want to feel like a muggle teenager for once. See you all later.”

“Be safe you two!” Molly yells after you as you make your way to your brand new car. The twins shout about you ‘sweet wheels’ before you take off with Ginny.

“I’m sorry about him, y/n.” She apologizes for her brother as you pull further from the house. “He’s a real git sometimes.”

“S’alright Gin, I’m here to see you anyway.” You assure her, trying to hide that your heart breaks every time you see her brother. “Now where to?”

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone 'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

You truly thought he felt the same way you did about him. How could you not? The night after you kissed Ron Weasley for the first time, you found that you couldn’t escape him, not that you wanted to. You would see him in the great hall, in the common rooms, in the hallways, he was everywhere and gave you butterflies every time he looked your way. 

He would pull you away from your friends to sneak a kiss in a broom closet or in his dorm, making you feel like you were in a movie. He said the most lovely things to you, telling you he wished he had fallen for you sooner, but he would never be so open around his friends. Around Hermione. You never minded, as long as you had him in some shape or form.You usually had higher standards when it came to liking a boy, but you’d never felt the way you felt about Ron with anyone you’d ever liked. 

“I love the way your hair gets messy throughout the day,” He whispers to you after you had finished snogging in his dorm. “How do you look so beautiful, always.”

“I think you made it this messy you idiot,” You push his shoulder, trying to hide your blushing cheeks. “Now I have to fix it.”

“No, don’t!” He stops you, grabbing your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Lay with me for a minute. I want to hold you for a while.”

Your heart was beating out of his chest for him and only him. As his arms snaked around your body, lips pressing to the skin of your neck, you never felt more content. “I feel at home when I’m holding you like this.”

When he said those things to you, how could imagine him ever moving onto someone else so soon. How could he say those things to you and so quickly be okay with losing you like that. You couldn’t wrap your head around how he told you that you felt like home just before kissing Lavender Brown right in front of you, then completely erased you from his past to date Hermione Granger. 

Whats worse is whenever you go to the Burrow, you can always hear Ron playing his guitar, even from Ginny’s room. You think he does it on purpose, just hoping you’ll cry yourself to sleep or something. It brings back memories of the nights you spent in the boys dorm, drunk off fire whiskey, as he sang made up songs to you as he strummed along with his guitar.

“I want to hold you close forever, ‘cause you’re the kind of girl I’ve only dreamt of. And my heart burns when we’re together, can’t help but smile with you my darling love.”

He sang, very poorly, but still sang. Your heart skipped a beat when he sang those words. “Ronald Weasley! Did you just call me your love?”

“Shut up,” He teases, throwing a pillow toward you. “You know I don’t think before I speak when I’m drunk.”

And now he was singing words just like that to Hermione Granger as you sat in Ginny’s room, tears silently spilling down your cheeks. He obviously didn’t mean those words he sang to you not even six months ago, if he did he wouldn’t be singing them to Hermione. You obviously have two different meaning of forever, because hiding your relationship from his friends, only to turn around love two other women, doesn’t sound like your version.

As you drive back up to the Burrow, Ginny in the passenger seat of your car, you can’t help but hurt over the thought that he should be there with you.

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[futurewriter2000]

Time

A/N: I’m sorry. I needed this. 

XX

Sometimes it felt like it was yesterday when Molly Weasley saw her brothers, bright, cheery and alive. She had never talked about them because her brothers meant the world to her, beside her children and Arthur. The thought of them being gone was excruciating. 

She stood at the foot of the Prewett family memorial and continued to watch the golden engraved names.

‘Fabian Prewett’

‘Gideon Prewett’

She could picture them perfectly in her head. Their grins resembled the same her children had, their nose a bit bigger, their hair just as bright and their strong built handsome structure her son twins inherited brightened her heart. 

The first time she found out she was pregnant with the twins, she made her way to her brothers. She secretly wished for them to be just as her brothers- not because she missed them but because she wanted her children to have what she had. 

Though Fred and George may not have turned out to be as responsible as her brothers, they did inherit their brightness and bravery. She couldn’t be more proud of her sons. 

She took a deep breath in and bent down to clean the fallen leaves from the graves of her brothers. As she started planting her flowers around, she started to talk: “Fleur gave a birth to another beautiful baby girl Louis. Bill is jumping from joy. When I asked him if he wanted a son, he shook his head all jolly and said to me ‘Growing up with five brothers, mum? Is that a serious question?’ “ she laughed a bit, continuing her work. “And Charlie- he’s just like you Fabian. Every time I mention kids, he runs back to Romania. He was offered another job in the Scandinavia but he- well, he said he just started to settle down there and he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” she started to move on the other side, continuing. “And Percy- Merlin, I don’t know where that boy has his ambition from. He wants to become the Minister for Magic after Kingsley retires. I’m sure he will succeed yet I wish he would spend more time with family than work.” she paused, her thoughts going back into the past. “I think Fred’s death hurt him more than it did any of us. I think he keeps blaming himself for not being able to protect his little brother because he was closest to him.” her voice seemed to trail off into a weaker state but she shook her head and wiped her glistened eyes. “George, however, is loving that Ronald went to work with him. I think since Fred was born, he finally came close to his old self. He got this glow- the same one the two of you had and after Roxanne, his youngest, he keeps buying her little dresses.” she leaned back and put her hands on her thighs. “I dunno why since I knit quite the best dresses there are.” she smiled, now only watching. “He hasn’t been able to charm his Patronus. I caught him one day when I was stopping by his house and he tried. We had a long talk about it but he says that he has happy moments with his children and wife, yet it doesn’t come because the second part of him is missing.” she could feel the tears fall down her cheeks. “I’m proud of him, though. He’s got both of your strength.” she shook her head again. 

There was a breeze behind her when she said that. Something about her tears made her feel calmer- like a sudden warm feeling on her shoulder, like a hand or a hug, the one Gideon used to give her. He was more of a hugger than Fabian yet on her left side, she could feel Fabian’s jolly energy. 

She sniffed her runny nose and wiped it with her cloth. “Ronald loves the shop. He’s great with children, which I hadn’t expected from him. He was the youngest of the boys and always rough with Ginny. Though Ginny, she was always made for the field. She’s a rough player, plays for the Holyhead Harpies- your favorite Giddy.” she continued to smile. “She keeps wearing Fred’s necklace on all of hers matches. Harry is such a sweetheart as well. He took parental leave when Lily was born. Sweet, sweet girl, just like Ginny when she was a baby. He called me a few times when Ginny was on tour. Especially when she got her little lady thing made him panic. The look in his scared eyes. He may have defeated dark wizards but when it comes to girls, that boy is more lost than the Atlantic City.” she giggled to herself, thinking of the little Harry. “He still wears your watch Fabian. It’s well preserved, clean, shiny. I know he is taking a good care of it. You would love him, both of you would.” 

She started to stand up. Her knees a bit weak but she always managed. “Arthur is thinking of retiring. I think that would do us good. Now the kids are all grown up and we are all alone.” she patted her skirt and fixed her hat. “Didn’t know that day would ever come.” she shrugged and continued to watch the golden letters. “I miss you boys. Take care of my little Freddie for me.” she kissed her fingers and placed them on the grave for one last time. 

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[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

Could I request a story where Bill gets jealous because MC (gender neutral) is spending more time time with Barnaby Lee? I saw some drawings where Bill got jealous of MC hanging out with Barnaby and Charlie tells him MC was also wearing Barnaby’s sweatshirt and that’s where I got the idea from!

No problem! I think I saw those drawings some time ago, I really tried to find it in the tags but I couldn’t :(

Anyways, here it is! I hope you guys like it!

Title: Weasley’s Woes

Generally known for his calm and collected demeanor, Gryffindor Prefect, Bill Weasley was considered, all-around, a cool guy. Considering this reputation, it was safe to say that most students were surprised when he stamped into the library wearing a menacing look. 

“What’s up with you?” Asked Charlie, clearly amused, “get into a box of Pepper imps before you came?” he sniggered, earning a harsh hush from Madame Pince as Bill slammed his book against the oak table. 

“Whatever, Charles,” grumbled Bill, aggressively flipping the pages of his Advanced Transfiguration book. Charlie was so surprised by his older brother’s behavior that he set his book down to stare questioningly at him.

Feeling Charlie’s gaze on him, Bill furrowed his eyebrows and grumbled to himself as he continued flipping the pages of his book. 

“William, if you’re not caref-” but before Charlie could warn his brother, his words were cut off by the unmistakable ripping noise of a book page and Bill’s frustrated groan. 

“Mr. Weasley,” snapped Madame Pince, “I will not warn you again”

Muttering a small apology, Bill frustratedly shut his book and leaned back in his chair, a noticeable scowl on his face. 

“So,” Charlie spoke up, “Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you or are you going to act like Percy after Fred and George take his toys?” Charlie did not flinch when Bill shot him another threatening look, instead, he waited quietly for his brother to speak. 

“Fine,” sighed Bill deeply, crossing his arms over his chest, “I’m just upset about something” 

Charlie let out an audible scoff, “Yeah, anyone could’ve gathered that. I thought a giant was stomping around when you walked in!”

“I thought you were supposed to be making me feel better,” muttered Bill, his frustration rising again, “because you’re not doing a very good job at it” 

“How am I supposed to help you when you’re not straightforward with me?” asked Charlie patiently, returning to his book as Bill calmed down. 

Bill contemplated his options, he could either tell his brother and get over his frustration quickly or just internalize it and spend the rest of his school year in anger. 

Both options seemed acceptable to him. 

“It’s (Y/N),” He stated plainly, deciding against internalizing his feelings, “I think (Y/N) might have feelings for Barnaby,” admitted Bill, a small tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks. 

Charlie quickly covered up his laugh with a cough, earning another disappointed look from Madame Pince in the process. He acknowledged her with a wave, subtly bowing his head in apology before turning to his brother, who was clearly unenthused. 

“Well,” Charlie started, “They have been spending a lot of time together, but I don’t think (Y/N) is interested in Barnaby,” he reassured, recalling the conversations he would share with (Y/N) in their care of magical creatures class. 

“But you should hear (Y/N)!” exclaimed Bill in a whisper, “Do you know how many times I’ve heard about Barnaby and his favorite creature? Even when we’re alone, it’s honestly a little frustrating.”

“It’s frustrating because you fancy (Y/N),” Charlie stated bluntly, enjoying the look of shock on Bill’s face, “Well, am I wrong?” he asked.

It was as if Bill was a deer Charlie had caught in his headlights, his mouth fell agape and he stared back at his brother, who, again, did not flinch. 

Was it truly that obvious? It was no doubt that (Y/N) and Bill spent a lot of time together, Bill was one of (Y/N)’s closest friends and usually accompanied them on their missions. He had even gifted (Y/N) one of his old Christmas jumpers for their birthday after they expressed their love for the comfortable material. 

(Y/N) walked around Hogwarts wearing Bill’s jumper like a second skin, almost always obtaining stares from the other students. The large golden ‘W’ immediately catching the eye of those who looked towards it, inciting speculation of the nature of their relationship. 

“Bill Weasley wouldn’t give his jumper to just anybody!” said a sixth-year Hufflepuff girl, a frown clearly evident on her face as (Y/N) passed with Bill, “This must mean they’re together, right?” 

The group of girls glanced over at the pair headed down the corridor, observing Bill closely to see if he would secretly make a move. 

“It must be,” agreed her friend, “Let’s go ask around to see.”

Rumors at Hogwarts traveled like fiendfyre through the four houses, by the end of the day almost everyone was aware of (Y/N)’s new article of clothing and made no effort to hide their stares. 

“Well, you’re right,” admitted Bill, determinedly keeping his gaze away from Charlie’s, “I just thought I would finally ask them out, but I won’t do it if they like Barnaby.” 

“I can’t believe my ears,” Charlie sighed in disappointment, “My brother scared to ask someone out?” he said, shaking his head disapprovingly before a smile appeared on his face, “We’ll just have to get your confidence up.” 

“And how do you plan on doing that?” asked Bill while rolling his eyes at his brother’s statement. 

“I’ve got a couple ideas,” shrugged Charlie, “but if you want to see (Y/N) marching around in Barnaby’s sweater, I think I saw them wearing it in the Great Hall,” he added casually, smirking at Bill’s look of irritation.  

With that, the two Weasley brothers scooped up their school materials and determinedly strode out of the library with Charlie explaining his plan along the way. 

After receiving Charlie’s briefing, Bill made his way towards the Great Hall with a concerned look plaguing his features. 

“Are you sure this will work?” asked Bill, straightening his maroon and gold tie in his bedroom mirror as Charlie messed with the trinkets on his nightstand. 

“Totally,” reassured Charlie, happily rolling Bill’s crystal ball in his hands, “You’re jealous so all you have to do is make (Y/N) jealous!” he stated, setting the ball down returning to sit on Bill’s bed. 

“I hope you’re right,” muttered Bill reluctantly, “So, all I’ve got to do is flirt with a couple of girls and (Y/N) will come by?”

“Pretty much,” Charlie stated, “Think you can handle that?” 

“Of course I can,” snapped Bill confidently, striding out of his dormitory without another word. 

In all honesty, he wasn’t sure if he could handle it, but he didn’t have a lot of options to choose from so he decided to follow Charlie’s “master-plan”. Pushing open the doors of the Great Hall, Bill’s eyes landed immediately on (Y/N) who was sitting peacefully at their house table. 

Bill scanned his surroundings for a suitable person to execute his plan on, but struggled to find a student above the third-year. Feeling defeated, Bill turned to exit the Great Hall but was halted by another student grabbing his arm. 

Startled, he turned to face the sixth-year Hufflepuff girl, immediately noticing the mischievous grin on her face. 

“I’ve got a question,” she asked plainly, allowing her fingers to linger on Bill’s bicep before she released it, “Are you currently seeing anyone?” 

Bingo

A smirk spread across Bill’s face, his eyes darting back to (Y/N) who had noticed his presence, “No, I’m not,” he answered confidently, hoping his voice traveled far enough for (Y/N) to hear. 

“Brilliant!” the Hufflepuff girl exclaimed, “We all thought you were with (Y/N), we really couldn’t understand why you gave them your sweater”

The confident look on Bill’s face vanished as he listened to the girl speak, “What do you mean by that?” he asked carefully, his eyebrows furrowing at the fixed smile on her face. 

The Hufflepuff girl laughed snobbishly, “Well, it’s just that someone like you, should be with someone like–”

“What?” interrupted Bill, the anger clearly evident in his voice, “someone like you?” he sneered, quickly wiping the gratifying smile off the girl’s face. 

At this point, most of the students were tuned into the altercation occurring at the center of the hall. His original plan of making (Y/N) jealous vanishing as he glared down at the girl in front of him, “I don’t appreciate you talking about (Y/N) like that,” he said dangerously. 

Multiple heads turned to look at (Y/N), who now wore an embarrassed expression as a blush crept up to their cheeks. As a prefect, it wasn’t unusual to see Bill scolding other students in public, but this was an entirely different conversation. 

This time, Bill was glaring down at a student as if she had broken all the school rules. 

“No! That’s not what I meant!” The Hufflepuff girl exclaimed, raising her arms defensively, clearly aware that she had struck a nerve. 

“Either way,” shrugged Bill, the smirk returning to his face, “I’ll have to report you to Professor Sprout for bullying another student,” he stated, pointing at the Prefect’s badge on his chest, “It’s my job, you see?”

“Bill,” a familiar voice spoke up behind him, “It’s alright, she didn’t hurt my feelings,” said (Y/N) softly, greeting their friend with a smile as he turned to face them. 

“(Y/N),” Bill muttered breathlessly, a blush appearing on his face as he caught sight of their pearly-white smile, “Are you sure?” he asked, his heartbeat quickening when (Y/N) grabbed his hand reassuringly. 

With a single glance at their hands, the Hufflepuff girl stomped off with a shrill huff, joining her friends at her house table. 

“Definitely,” (Y/N) grinned, “She’s not worth it anyway, but thank you for standing up for me”

A soft smile appeared on Bill’s face, squeezing (Y/N)’s hand as he reached up to tuck a strand of their hair behind their ear, “I’d do anything for you,” he muttered, his blue eyes locking with their (e/c) ones.

Then it hit him. 

He didn’t need to pretend to around (Y/N). If he wanted (Y/N) to know how he felt, he needed to be completely honest with them, like they would like him to be. 

“Bill?” (Y/N) questioning, the blush on their cheeks deepening as Bill stepped closer to them, his eyes never leaving theirs. 

“I’d do anything for you because I fancy you, (Y/N),” Bill admitted confidently, his free hand cupping the side of their cheek, “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but I thought you might fancy Barnaby…”

“Barnaby?” (Y/N) chuckled in surprise, “We’re just good friends, Bill… You’re the one I truly have a crush on.” 

Overwhelmed with happiness, Bill wrapped his arms tightly around (Y/N), effectively lifting them off their feet in excitement, “Yes!” he exclaimed, all his worries melting away as (Y/N) returned his hug.

“I’d like to formally take you on a date,” Bill stated blissfully, “Next Hogsmead weekend, I’ll pay for your lunch and everything!”

“I love to go on a date with you, Bill.” (Y/N) grinned, pressing a kiss against Bill’s warm cheek before gleefully exiting the Great Hall. 

Grinning to himself, Bill picked up a sandwich from the Gryffindor table and made his way out of the hall, determined to tell his brother he didn’t need his help after all. 

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley #bill weasley x mc #hogwarts prefect #hogwarts imagine #harry potter hogwarts mystery imagines #hogwarts mystery #charlie weasley #Gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #hogwarts self-insert #gryffindor prefect #harry potter imagines #hogsmeade

[hotpoopymilk]

PJO Characters Favorite Glee Songs

Percy: Bills, Bills, Bills by the Warblers

-just vibes with it

-I. Don't. Think. You. Do. Sooo You. And. Me. Are. Through. Dinga do do do do

-Annabeth hates it

Annabeth: Mine by Santana

-y'all already know she's a swiftie

-Britana is her OTP

-it's her and Percy's "song"

Jason: Stop! In the Name of Love/Free Your Mind by the ND boys

-honestly I just imagine Jason jamming out to this and Piper laughing at him

-wholesome vibes all around tbh

-not much to say about this one it just makes sense to me

Piper: I Kissed A Girl by the ND girls

-Santana was low key her wlw awakening

-sings along almost a little too passionately

-also a massive Britana stan and adamant that Brittany should've sang with Santana instead of Rachel

Frank: I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For by season 5 ND

-Finn was his favorite character and he bawls everytime this episode comes on

-honestly Finn and Frank have so much in common and I feel like they'd have very similar tastes in music

-This song and Finn also lowkey remind Frank of Jason and Frank feels like Sam sometimes so it just very much hits home for him

Hazel: Blow Me (One Last Kiss) by Unique and Marley Rose

-Hazel actually loved the season four New Directions and wished they got more screen time

-people expect Hazels music taste to be very old fashioned but she actually loves pop

-Hazel loves Unique and Marley's voices together

Leo: Loser Like Me by the New Directions

-it has to be the season two regionals version though, he only listens to the season five version for a good cry

-blares it over the speakers when he's working in bunker nine

-always sings and dances along, absolutely no shame

Nico: Cough Syrup by Blaine

-man of excellent taste

-Nico thought this whole scene/episode was extremely cathartic because he could relate to Karofsky on quite a few levels

-secretly a hardcore Blaine stan bc he reminds him of Will

Will: Somewhere Only We Know by Blaine and the Warblers

-like his bf, excellent taste

-reminds him of Nico

-sings this in the shower and is surprisingly tone deaf for an Apollo kid but it's adorable and we love him regardless

-Nico's actually a surprisingly amazing singer though and Will catches him singing it under his breath once when they first start dating and his heart melts and he falls like a million times harder

Reyna: Sing by the New Directions

-MCR stan

-Sue stan

-nuf said

Coach Hedge: Run Joey, Run by Rachel, Puck, Jessie, and Finn

-unironically enjoys it

-doesn't get why it's so hated on

#pjo #glee #solangelo #britana #gleek #heroes of olympus #percabeth #and that's how Sue C's it #percy jackson #headcanon #klaine

[weasleyheadcanons]

Do you have any headcanons for each of the different weasley couples? cheesy nicknames, hobbies, etc.

Cuties 💕

Molly and Arthur are the most embarrassing set of parents you could ever meet.

They're always cuddling, or dancing, or kissing in whatever spare moments they can find.

Arthur hardly ever calls Molly by her first name it's always "Dear", "Darling", "Sweetheart" or especially "Mollywobbles".

Which is a name that came about when Molly was pregnant and grew so large that she didn't walk so much as well, wobble.

They have the annoying habit of singing loud duets throughout the house when it seems too quiet.

By the time it's only Ron and Ginny at home, they've become rather good at splitting up the different parts in their favorite showtunes.

Wizard musicals are totally a thing and they love them okay just trust me on this.

Bill and Fleur are just so in love that it is actually disgusting.

The amount of times that someone has walked in on them making out is ridiculous, and Ginny comments that they leave the door unlocked on purpose just to shove their love in everyone's faces.

Bill might look rough, but it's actually Fleur that you have to watch out for.

She's used to being stared at (being Veela, and all), but after Bill's attack, he becomes the one strangers look at.

He's shy about it at first, but once she discovers he's bothered by it, Fleur doesn't hesitate to rip new ones to whoever dares to stare.

Fleur teaches Bill French, and they use it to their advantage whenever they want to have a private conversation.

It drives George mad.

Percy and Audrey were the most unexpected couple of all.

Audrey is a muggle, so there was an interesting phase when Percy would throw together an odd assortment of clothing to try and impress her.

Top hats and seventies collars and things.

She wasn't terribly impressed by his clothes, but he certainly caught her eye to say the least.

She'd always had a thing for red hair.

When he tells her he's a wizard, she thinks he's gone loony, but then he turns her cat purple and she believes.

Every year for their anniversary, he turns the cat purple, just for old times sake.

"Sweetie", and "Babe" are Audrey's pet name of choice, and Percy "hates" them.

And by hates, I mean he secretly loves them.

George and Angelina are gentle.

They're loud and rash on the surface, but in the privacy of their own home they're softspoken and snuggly and the forehead kisses are frequent.

They became a couple to the surprise of everyone, including themselves.

As they mourned Fred together, they slowly but surely became closer and closer.

Angelina was the one to propose.

George cried.

He calls Angelina every pet name you could possibly think of. Anything from "Darling" to "My beautiful Greek goddess whose feet I worship at."

Ron and Hermione like to read together.

Hermione reads nonfiction history books, while Ron prefers graphic novels.

Wizard artwork is obviously incredible and he just can't get enough of the way the characters move across the paper.

That wasn't really a coupley headcanon but I got distracted by the idea of wizard comic books and now I need it.

Hermione likes to fall asleep while Ron plays with her hair, even when his fingers get tangled in her curls and it pulls as he tries to free them.

They aren't the nickname type, other then the occasional "dear". Hermione was just never particularly fond of them.

The most intimate name she uses is actually "Ronald".

There's just something about using his full name that brings a smile to Ron's face every time. It makes him feel appreciated.

Similarly, he calls her Hermione Jean often, just because he likes the way it rolls off the tongue.

Ginny and Harry can never seem to keep their hands off each other ffs you two.

It disgusts Ginny's brothers to no end, which is honestly just an added bonus in her mind.

Harry is the most doting boyfriend/husband, bringing Ginny breakfast in bed, or rubbing her feet after a particularly rough Quidditch practice.

Ginny is always there to listen when the ghosts of Harry's past haunt him in the wee hours of the night.

They cuddle a lot, and when they have kids, the whole family cuddle together in one giant mob of limbs and laughter.

Harry didn't even know it was possible to love as strongly as he felt about Ginny.

They're never afraid to say "I love you", and honestly never leave the house without saying it.

Their wedding vows made everyone in attendance cry.

But no one cried harder than one Rubeus Hagrid.

#i hope this is what you wanted? #owl post #anonymous #weasleyheadcanons #arthur weasley #molly weasley #preweasley #bill weasley #fleur delacour #bleur #percy weasley #audrey weasley #george weasley #angelina johnson #ron weasley #hermione granger #romione #ginny weasley #harry potter #hinny #hp

[miss-crazy-rose]

Headcanons about HP next generation

Lupin

Teddy Lupin may not be a werewolf but he has some characteristics: Dad amber eyes and he is always moody around full moon

Teddy look like both of his parents but depend who you ask, he is the portrait of his dad/his mom.

He changes hair with his mood but his go to color is turquoise.

Bill and Fleur’s children

Victoire Weasley may look like the nicest angel ever, but don’t trust her appearance ! Ever heard about “look like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you” ? That’s it. That’s Victoire. She is a fucking badass so careful if you ever envision to fight her.

Victoire has light blond hair, almost silver and blue eye from the same shade than her dad.

Gryffindor

Dominique hates her name

Actually she goes by Dom

She is a punk ass bitch. She found her dad’s dragon leather jacket at 14 in the attic. She never left it since.

She wants to be a Curse-Breaker like Bill. He says he disapproves because it is a dangerous life but secretly he is proud.

She is strawberry blonde, with the same eyes than her sister. And freckles.

Gryffindor too

Louis may looks like a typical heartthrob, but deep down he is the sweetest.

Actually being the young brother of two girls made him realize how much it was difficult to be a woman, and he became full feminist.

Every time he hear someone making a mean comment about a girl in Hogwarts he is like “EXCUSE YOU ASSHOLE ?! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”.

Since he is a tall guy like Bill, usually it is enough. If not don’t worry he has a WHOLE speech for you.

He is blond, darker than Victoire, with mom’s eye.

Hufflepuff

Percy and Audrey’s children

Molly is pretty much like a mini-Percy (minus the jerk phase)

She works hard and she knows what she want : working at the Ministry of Magic in the Magical Law Department

Carefull if you disturb her while she works ! She knows a few pranksters that can make you regret it.

She is a little brunette with brown eyes and round glasses

Ravenclaw

Lucy is more... agitated. With a bubbly personality

Actually, pretty much like Audrey. A true ray of sunshine.

She is a tiny lady

But she is a strong lady

She has no interest ever in Quidditch BUT she looooooves rugby (that’s the muggle side from Mom). She even starts a rugby club at Hogwarts.

She has auburn hair with brown eyes.

Hufflepuff

George and Angelina’s children

PRANKSTER KIIIIIDS

Fred most of all.

Honestly being raise by George Weasley, in a appartement above Weasley Wizards Wheezes, what did you expect ?

Team up with James Sirius. Nothing can stop them.

Mc Gonagall is half mad half proud of their pranks. It is after all the third generation of “Marauders”.

He is half-black, with brown curly hair and freakles.

Gryffindor

Roxane is NOT Fred’s twin. But they are less than a year appart so they are very close.

She is always here for a good joke too. Her speciality is more revenge.

You hurt her friend/family? Wait a little. What comes around, goes around.

She is a Quidditch player since her second year. She loves it and want to be a professional.

She is half-black, with curly reddish-brown hair, blue eyes and freakles.

Gryffindor

Ron and Hermione’s children

Rose is BRILLANT. Really. First of her class in every class.

But don’t think she is just a new version of her mum. Because all her personality is Ron.

She has hot-blood, always jumping to defend friends. Sarcasm is life.

Her and Ron are spending evenings playing chess. She is the only one able to beat him.

She has curly red hair with brown eyes and freakles. A lot.

The Sorting Hat almost send her to Ravenclaw but she finally ended in Gryffindor.

She is always hanging out with Albus and Scorpius.

Hugo is less into school and grades. He is not a bad student at all, he just doesn’t care that much. He is this kind of effortless good student/procrastinator.

He loves Quidditch. He is a keeper.

Hugo’s best friend is her cousin Lily. They tell each other everything.

He has curly auburn hair with brown eyes and freakles

Gryffindor

Harry Ans Ginny’s children

James is a sarcastic little bitch.

Also most dramatic Potter kid

People says it comes from his grandfather but he knows. He heard the “no need to call me Sir Professor” story

Always ready for pranks. Always ready for mischief.

He is not a bad kid. He loves is family.

He is always here to help a lost 1st year.

He is the Gryffindor Quidditch Team’s Seeker

He had dark brown messy hair and hazel eyes, with glasses and freakles.

Albus usually goes by Al. His name is to much to carry.

He is the quietest Potter kid.

But also a Sarcastic Little Bitch. It is even better from Albus because you don’t see it coming.

His best friend is Scorpius Malfoy. That actually truly helped the rehabilitation of the Malfoy family “oh look that Potter kid is hanging out with a Malfoy. They’re probably not that bad anymore”.

His favorite cousin is Rose. The are the same age and grew up together.

He is a Slytherin. Everybody was shocked, but not Harry

He is in the Seeker in the Slytherin Quidditch team

He has black messy hair and green eyes. Thanks god he doesn’t need glasses or he would be his dad double.

Lily is kind of a mini Ginny.

She is a tomboy (growing up with Teddy, James and Albus) and loves Quidditch. She is a chaser in the Gryffindor team

Fear her when she is angry, it will end bad for you.

But she is a true Daddy’s girl. He is the first person she will talk to when she is upset.

She has red hair (lighter that Rose) with hazel eyes and freakles.

#harry potter #harry potter next generation #teddy lupin #victoire weasley #dominique weasley #louis weasley #molly weasley ii #lucy weasley #fred weasley ii #roxanne weasley #rose weasley #hugo weasley #james sirius potter #albus potter #lily luna potter

[charmedtheselfproclaimedking]

Charmed Children

Warnings: I do not own or claim to own any rights to the television show “Charmed” or the characters created within said show, this is purely fanfiction written from a devoted fan of the series. 15+ Mild to strong language, moderate to strong violence, witchcraft, sexual innuendos, and scenes of a sexual nature. F/F, F/M, M/M, Gen, Other +

Chapter 1 - The last will and testament of Phoebe Halliwell (Part 1)

Melinda Warren was a very powerful witch burned at the stake when her lover betrayed her but on the day of her death she had a premonition which reveal to her three of the most powerful witches ever to exist, these witches would later be referred to as the charmed ones, Halliwell witches who were descendants of Melinda and thanks to some magical assistance the witch even managed to meet them briefly. For three years these charmed ones: Prue, Piper and Phoebe Halliwell lived up to their legacy as the powerful charmed ones defeating foe after foe with their powers, potions, spells and unwavering bravery which ultimately led to the early demise of Prue Halliwell, the eldest Halliwell sister. However, as fate would have it that was not the end of the charmed ones as sisters Piper and Phoebe learned they had a half-sister Paige who was both witch and white lighter, together they restored the power of three and for many years defeated even more foes, saving many innocents and protecting the world time and time again but like their sister Prue and many of us who are not immortal their days were numbered. As the years passed without the charmed ones, the world got continuously more dangerous as the Underworld started to rebuild from its destruction at the hands of Piper, Phoebe and Paige but despite their absence they had not completely left the world behind with nothing, as like Melinda before them they left behind descendants, a legacy, particularly their children and now that the charmed ones were no more it was time for the children of the charmed ones to stand up and take their place, well the ones that were still standing.

PJ “Prudence Johnna” Thorne grew up in foster care where she quickly learned to have her own back because nobody else had hers, it had hardened the young girl into the cynical badass woman she became and pushed her towards a life within the force as she became a detective within the San Francisco Police Department. PJ never bothered to seek out her biological parents having already faced too much rejection in her life she did not fancy the chance of seeking out more by looking for her parents but the mystery of who they could be would be the only mystery she’d allow in her life as she joined the police force making sure solving all other mysteries was literally her job. PJ had long jet black hair with very pale skin often accompanied by a dark red lipstick and was often found wearing tight black skinny jeans matched with a black tank top and a black leather jacket, black was her favorite color of clothing for sure, she always made sure to look as closed off as she came across but little did this SFPD detective know that her next mystery would soon change everything in her life as the one mystery she never wanted solved was revealed to her. “Seems like you have an unexpected fan out there,” Gareth greeted PJ after knocking on her office door before walking into the office, to find PJ sitting behind her desk with her head in her paperwork as always. “Just when I thought you were this lone wolf it seems like you do associate with more people than just me and this police department. “I knew when they forced me to have a partner, I would live to regret it.” PJ replied to Gareth. “What are you talking about anyway?” “You are to attend the hearing of the will of Phoebe Halliwell.” Gareth informed his fellow detective. “Which solves the mystery of whether or not you have any friends.” “I have no clue who the hell Phoebe Halliwell is so you must have got it wrong.” PJ told him. “How did you hear any of this anyway?” “I may or may not have opened your mail,” Gareth revealed before pulling out an envelope from behind his back and placing it on the desk. “You can report for breaking a law if you want but I’ll just say it looked like a suspicious package.” “In which case you get the bomb squad in not invade my privacy!” PJ snapped as she picked up the envelope, tore it open and began reading the letter. “There must be some kind of mix up.” “I am sure it will all become clear once you attend the hearing of the will.” Gareth informed her, knowing exactly what was to come. Gareth Frey was a tall slender yet muscular man with a buzzcut hairstyle and could often be found wearing slim fitted shoes and being a detective was not his only job in fact it was more of a cover up than anything else to hide his true calling while getting closer to PJ. Gareth Frey was a white lighter, PJ’s white lighter, and he had been assigned to watch over her and the other children of the charmed ones.

Percy Ford may not have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth but he was certainly adopted into royalty or rather a San Francisco socialite family who believed they were royalty and as he grew up within the Ford family he began to think of himself in the same light as his adoptive family. Percy was the only child, adopted after his adoptive parents attempted many times to conceive a child of their own and so both his parents treated him like their little miracle and it was not long before he believed in the hype himself. Percy did not work because he did not have to, following his adoptive father’s death he inherited a lot of money and continued to live off that as well as enjoying shares in many businesses and finding himself constantly pampered by his adoptive mother with whom he had an extremely close bond with. Percy Ford never wondered nor cared to find out who his biological parents were, mostly because he knew how lucky he was to be adopted by such a loving and rich family who he adored just as much as he adored their fortune. Percy did not have much care in the world and was rather shallow, often loving himself more than anything else without much depth to his character until he found himself learning of the legacy he was born into. “Gareth! If I have told you once I have told you a million times be near the door at all times when the doorbell rings.” Percy complained to the butler of Ford Manor as he walked down the grand staircase towards his butler, who was also secretly his white lighter as well as a detective within the SCPD. “Who was it anyway?” “It was just the postman Mr. Ford,” Gareth informed him, while holding an envelope which looked eerily like PJ’s. “Would you like me to read it for you or just hand you it to read for yourself?” “I am perfectly capable of reading my own mail.” Percy snapped at him before snapping the envelope off the butler. “I guess your mother Mrs. Ford had another bad night.” Gareth guessed, knowing Mrs Ford had been suffering for many years following a stroke and was bed bound now. “I could look into a night nurse so you do not have to do it all yourself or perhaps the house staff could help you more.” “No, the staff already have enough to do around here and help out enough with mother.” Percy replied with a saddened sight. “Not to mention my spoiled and diva attitude especially in the mornings…I am sorry for snapping Gareth.” “It is okay Mr. Ford; I cannot begin to imagine how hard this is for you.” Gareth responded to the young socialite. “I know how much your mother means to you and how close the two of you are especially after the passing of your father.” “For the last time Gareth just call me Percy, Mr. Ford was my father.” Percy stated as he opened the envelope and began reading the letter. “This cannot be right according to this I am in the will of someone called Phoebe Halliwell…I do not know a Phoebe Halliwell.” “Perhaps she was close to your parents at some stage in her life?” Gareth suggested. “You should probably attend the hearing just to be courteous.” “You are right it is the polite thing to do I suppose.” Percy admitted to his butler. “Last time I was at a will hearing it was for my father…although I doubt this woman will be leaving anything even remotely near the quantity of my father’s fortune.” “Who knows what kind of hidden treasures will be handed over to you, it may not be a fortune but I’m sure whatever it is will have had great value to her and perhaps to you too.” Gareth answered him. “You know for someone forced to put up with my brattish self, day in and out you are a very optimistic man Gareth Frey!” Percy said, giving his butler a rare compliment. “Please do not ever change.”

Peyton Price was a beautiful, young and carefree spirit who learned she was adopted at a young age but chose not to seek her biological parents out in respect to her adoptive parents whom she still has a great relationship with. Peyton’s passion was photography however it was yet to pay any bills and so she worked at a diner nearby her apartment within San Francisco City. She did not have a lot of money, but she was hardly broke and very appreciative of all the things she had experienced in life. Peyton had always wondered who her real parents were and why she was put up for adoption but she was also a big believer in fate, believing everything happened for a reason and that mindset was going to prove highly recommended for what she was about to learn. “Hey Gareth, how are you?” Peyton greeted her neighbor Gareth, after opening her apartment door to see him stood within the lobby area of their apartment building. “I just noticed you had some mail in the mailbox and thought I’d bring it up to you since the locks are playing up again.” Gareth replied, as he handed her an envelope. “Looked important and I did not want someone running away with it.” “That is funny I was sure I just checked the mailbox before coming home from my latest shift at the diner.” Peyton answered him as she opened the envelope in front of her neighbor and began reading the letter. “That’s funny I’m supposed to attend some hearing of a will…no clue who the woman is.” “Maybe you have a secret rich aunt who has left you everything in the will.” Gareth joked with her, knowing fine well what awaiting the young aspiring photographer. “Ha! That would be a nice surprise then I could buy me own gallery and force them to put my pictures up.” Peyton laughed. “Although I guess the struggle is part of being a true artist.” “Well I hope everything goes well for you Peyton…let me know how it all turns out.” Gareth replied, pretending not to already know. “I will do, thanks again Gareth!” Peyton thanked her neighbor once more, completely unaware to the fact her neighbor was also her white lighter and the woman’s will she was going to attend the hearing of was her biological mother’s.

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