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thedragonweasley · 1 year
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Oh, um, hi, hello.
Wow, so um, big time life things happened...and that was funnnnnn. *please note extreme sarcasm* but as it turns out actually addressing your rapidly declining mental health is the most beneficial route to take. So, ya know, I’ve certainly learned something here. 
Anywayyyyy, if you are still following then hi, I freaking missed you all. If this is somehow finding you in a new capacity then also hi. Welcome. 
I never stopped caring about my Potterverse. I’ve continued to explore and create and curate. But my capacity to share, post and narrate had diminished for quite some time. I had lost a really integral spark that had been fueling more than I realized. But, because I have spent more time in therapy than I’d like to admit, I knew I had to turn everything off and just get through it....don’t ask me what “it” was because I knew there wasn't a distinguishing factor as to what “start” and “finish” was. I just knew that I would recognize when it was time to share again. And I knew it would have to do with my lost spark.
So here I am saying hi, hello. I’ve missed this blissfully ambiguous platform to just geek the fuck out and utilize the universe that my brain escapes the best to. But ensuring that when I do, I utilize it in the healthiest way possible. 
So, for my fam that has remained, I would like to open this up for any writing prompts you may have! Like any. I have continued writing my Sparks In The Rubble story, but my head-cannons have taken a back seat and I want to bring them to the forefront again. I started this whole shenanigan because I was inspired by another Authors fanfic *cough cough* @senlinyu . (Sorry, I had to actually tag you because you have opened up such a beautiful floodgate of creativity and self discovery) *cough cough* So sorry, something in my throat.
Where was I? Oh yes, I’m back. If you have any Charlie Weasley notions, Hermione, Weasley, original character or truly any potterverse notions that you want brought to life, then send them my way. I am ready to put words to thoughts again! Sending all the love!
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a-asterias · 1 year
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— micaela's february recs
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ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated <3
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GRISHAVERSE
— nikolai lantsov.
young royals by @clairecrive
currents by @lantsovsupremacist
↳ you are in love
the art of pretension by @fleurspun
↳ sick and stubborn
↳ healer's duties
love language by @fishley
speak up by @prince-septimus
sugar cube by @magpiencrow
a dare for a truth by @sumsebien
— kaz brekker.
when am i gonna lose you? by @crowsmybeloveds
confrontations in a lonely club by @curseofaphrodite
what do you want from me? by @romeomontaague
silent birthdays by @amourology
↳ schat
you are done for by @sumsebien
this is what happens by @fishley
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MARVEL
— peter parker.
you more than anything by @nghtwngs
↳ you love me, i love you
on that rooftop by @nezuscribe
skateboards, the force, and a lack of pants by @damnedparker
secrets and skateparks by @earthgirl616
aurora by @mgparker
scenes from a modern romance by @dameronology
— marc spector.
just let me dream a little more by @the-archxr
— matt murdock.
green is the color by @courtforshort15
the defence rests by @dameronology
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OUTER BANKS
— jj maybank.
hot for a pogue by @butgilinsky
meet me at our spot by @amourology
— rafe cameron.
midsummers by @butgilinsky
so gorgeous it actually hurts by @folkloreslovechild
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HARRY POTTER
— fred weasley.
after all this time by @httpbakugou
MARAUDERS
— james potter.
five times james wanted to kiss you and the one time he did by @moonlitmeeks
— sirius black.
all your fault by @heloisedaphnebrightmore
↳ absurd ideas
'cause i don't want you like a best friend by @evermoreal
grand scheme by @fishley
— remus lupin.
it's time to go by @godlessandwrecked
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BRIDGERTON
— benedict bridgerton.
en garde by @delphispoeticals
show me love by @romeomontaague
— anthony bridgerton.
should've never let go by @writeroutoftime
illicit affairs by @marwritesgood
— colin bridgerton.
alone together by @romeomontaague
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TOP GUN
— bradley bradshaw.
delirium by @kyber-crystal
↳ head in the clouds
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ENOLA HOLMES
— sherlock holmes.
invisible string by @marwritesgood
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AVATAR
— lo'ak.
in full bloom by @loaksky
— neteyam.
warm hands by @loaksky
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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON
— aemond targaryen.
corridor kisses by @flowerpotmage
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papercorgiworld · 3 months
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He had it coming, you had it coming
You try to put the guys in their place, but you’re in over your head.
Mattheo and Theo
Warning: short smutty story with some noncon!
I’m also writing something longer that involves all the Slytherin guys. I’ll probably post it somewhere between next week and never, who knows…
Mattheo Riddle
Mattheo always had had a short fuse, getting in more trouble than necessary, but the past week even looking at him the wrong way had him throwing punches or spells. So, the Weasley twins should’ve known better. Pulling pranks on Slytherins always was a risky game, but the wise thing would’ve been to postpone the plan of mischief and wait for Mattheo to return to his slightly more reasonable self. However, Fred and George were not known for their wisdom or patience.
You had just left the library and were on your way to your dorm, when you saw George being hit with a spell and being blasted against a wall. Leaving Fred shocked and vulnerable for an old fashioned punch. Instinctively you run towards your friends. As Fred falls to the ground, you see Mattheo pointing his wand at Fred. Without thinking you pull out yours and disarm Mattheo. You should’ve left it at that, but your frustration with the Slytherin had been building up and just reached its boiling point. With a swift flick of your want you threw him several meters back.
The hallway is filled with an immensely thick silence, a symptom of the tension. It is only then that you realize how many students saw the whole ordeal. With his wand far away, Mattheo crawls up from the floor defeated. You look at him still shocked by your own actions. His dull and defeated eyes quickly turn into scowl. “Brilliant!” You hear Ron yell from somewhere in the crowd and you actually feel satisfied with your actions. “McGonagall's coming!” Suddenly everyone scatters. You quickly pick up Mattheo’s lost wand, without anyone noticing, and walk away with your friends. “He had it coming.” Is all Mattheo hears you say before you leave his sight.
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The next morning you go sit with the Weasley’s, when you mention you have Mattheo’s wand you get mixed reactions. Fred and George: “Wicked!” Ron: “Blimey, you really are a mad genius.” He emphasizes the ‘mad’ part. Harry panics. “That’s Voldemort’s son, what were you thinking?” No support from Hermoine. “You know what Hogwarts’ motto is.” Ron comes to your defense. “The dark lord’s spawn over there really was no sleeping dragon. He was terrorizing everyone.” Hermoine simply quirks an eyebrow. “So do your brothers.” Before the conversation escalates Ginny chimes in. “How about you return Riddle’s wand as a peace offer.” Harry mocks her words. “Peace?” Ginny simply tilts her. “Oh, you have a better idea?” Harry is silent for a moment. “Beauxbaton is a good school.” You stare at him for a moment in disbelief. “I’m not leaving Hogwarts! He’s just one guy. And I have you guys.” “Yeah, except for first period.” Hermoine points out. “No worries, Riddle always skips the first hour of class on friday.” Spoiler alert: not today.
During class Mattheo had been lounging in his chair at the back of the classroom, his eyes never leaving your back, his cocky smile ever present. You on the other hand had been chewing your lip for an hour. When class ended you practically ran outside, only to realize halfway that you had forgotten your notebook. Expecting the classroom to be empty by now you carefully open the door, stepping inside. “Professor?” “Better.” Mattheo says, closing the door behind you, locking you in. All your senses are heightened as you turn to him. “I’m here for my notebook.” Mattheo nods, grinning as he holds your book. “This?” He asks feigning innocence. “What do you want, Riddle?” You snap at him. He walks over to you with anger in eyes, but stops only inches from you. “My wand back.” He takes a step pushing you back. “Maybe, my dignity back.” Another step, you hit one of the desks in the room. You can’t back up anymore and he towers over you. “But mostly, you.” His lips smack onto yours, pushing you onto the desk behind you, hips clashing into another. Your mouth falls open when he squeezes your ass, giving Mattheo the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He keeps rolling his hard dick against your pussy and the sensations start building up, making you moan. This is the only signal Mattheo needs to unzip his pants, revealing his hard cock to you. A simple ‘oh’ is all that escapes your mouth at the view. Mattheo makes quick work of your panties. He lines himself up with your cunt, teasing your folds with his tip. “You had it coming, love.” Is all he says before turning you into a moaning screaming mess.
Theodore Nott
You and Nott had been academic rivals and you got on each other's nerves a lot, but never like this. Professor Slughorn stared at you with a frightened look as you turned your entire bag upside down in search of your 6 page essay. You were going insane, you had worked too hard on it for it to just disappear on the date you had to turn it in. “Well, you can always turn it in tomorrow.” The professor offers. “But then I will lose points for being late. I swear I have it here somewhere.” You can hear Theodore snicker in amusement as you’re losing it. Then it hits you. Of course. Playing dirty to make sure I don’t steal your top of the class spot. Oh, but, I can play dirty too, Nott!
You come up with a genius plan, to have your revenge. In between homework and rewriting your potion’s essay you manage to gather all the ingredients you need. The next day you make your way to the kitchens, carefully calculating where Theo will sit and from which cup he will drink. You’ve always been friendly to all houselves so when they see you’re up to no good, they look away allowing you to carry out your plan. You hurry to make your way to the great hall for breakfast and watch as Theo drinks his orange juice like a good boy. You are already having so much fun knowing Theo will get into trouble because of you.
First up: poisons class. You take up your regular spot next to Neville and Theo goes to sit in the back by himself, since his potion’s partner is as always skipping class. The first time you look over at Theodore he’s scribbling down notes next to the instructions in the book, the next time you glance over his head is on the table and he’s softly asleep. You smile content with the result of your scheme. You see Slughorn squint his eyes a few times in annoyances as he looks over to his favorite student sleeping in class. Right before the end of class, Slughorn makes his way over to Theodore to slam the book in front him shut with a hard thud, waking a very confused Slytherin. “I must say I’m disappointed in you. Am I really boring you this much?” Theodore’s eyes widened. “No professor. I, I don’t know what happened.” “Did some girl get you all exhausted, Theo?” Blaise snickers, making everyone laugh. “No need for jokes, Zabini.” The professor dryly states, disappointment all over his face. Blaise raises his eyebrows suggestively at Theo still waiting for an answer, but he simply shakes his head. No, no girl kept me up all night.
He scans the room, gathering his books as everyone is making their way to the door. His eyes fall on you, you’re looking the other way but he can still see a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. Maybe there is a girl involved after all. As you leave with your friends Theo hurries behind you, overhearing you talk. “After what he did, he had it coming.”
You’re still enjoying the image of Theodore’s confused face during class as you walk alone to the DADA classroom. Suddenly a strong hand grabs your wrist pulling you to an empty hallway. “You played dirty, (y/l/n). Why did you do that?” You scoff, pulling your hand from Theo’s grip. “You stole my six page essay. You know how long I've worked on that.” Theo takes a step closer, clearly frustrated with you. “I did not steal your essay. I don't need tricks like that to be the best.” You poke his chest with your finger. “You did. Admit it! You played dirty.” He grabs your hand and pushes you against the wall. “I don’t need to play dirty to out best you in poisons.” You fall silent as his body pushes against yours. You make the mistake of looking in his eyes, sparking something inside of him.
“But, I might just play dirty with you.” With that he grabs your arm and turns you around. Your hands rest against the wall keeping you steady as his weight presses against you. “What are you doing?” You manage to whisper while his lips brush your ear and cheek. His lips settle on the flesh of your neck just below your ear. You gasp and throw your head back a little, resting on his shoulder. With you distracted by the sudden kiss his hand quickly slides up your inner thighs. Before you’ve properly processed where he’s going Theo has already slipped his hand down your panties, two fingers exploring your folds. You’re still locked between the wall on which you rest your hands for much needed support and Theo’s warm weight against you back as he mercilessly digs his fingers in your pussy. Soft whimpers leave your lips and Theo presses himself even more against you. “Are you enjoying yourself?” When you don’t immediately respond he starts circling your clit even more. You want to protest, but all you do is moan his name. “You’re close aren’t you, princes?” You bite your lip to keep yourself from screaming as he says the pet name with a husky voice. You only nod as a response to his question.
Then suddenly his fingers leave your desperate cunt and his warmth also disappears as he takes a step back. A weak sound of protest leaves you and he simply stares at you with a cocky smile as you push your thighs together to deal with his sudden absence between your legs. He licks your juices off his fingers and turns away from you. “What are you doing?” You ask, way more desperate than you intended to. “Playing dirty, princes. You had it coming.” You watch him walk away, craving his touch.
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mastermindmiko · 6 months
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Milestones
Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader
summary: A small blurb of a night at the burrow in bed with Fred
Word count: 762
Warnings: none, but lmk
Requests are open
I wrote this in a grand total of fifteen minutes at 1am, so if there's any mistakes please don't mind them, and let me know
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"I'm sorry about my family" Fred whispers so low that I almost don't hear him. I move my head to the side to face him with a frown. I ask, "what?"
"They can be a little much sometimes I know." Fred continues and I find myself even more confused. I place one of my hand's to his face and I ask, "what makes you say that?"
He doesn't say anything, but I don't press, hoping that he will say something anyway. I rub my thumb in soft circles over his cheek, and I shuffle a bit under the covers. He holds my wrist, taking my hand off his face to press a kiss to my palm. Even after dating for a while now, I still get butterflies.
"I've been told that my family comes on a bit strong. Mom with her affection, dad with all his muggle gadgets, Charlie with the dragons-" Fred starts but I cut him off, unable to hear him say anything else, "Fred, no don't say that. I love your family."
"Really?" Fred asks, hesitantly. I nod my head eagerly, and ask, "what made you think that Fred?"
"I wanted you to like me- I didn't want my family to freak you out." Fred replies with a small blush on his cheeks. I smile at him and say, "if you haven't noticed Fred I do like you, that's why I'm your girlfriend."
"Hopefully it stays that way." Fred mumbles as he pulls me closer to him. I nuzzle my face into his chest as he wraps his arms around me. He rests his chin on my head and I don't think I've ever felt more relaxed. He asks, "well aside from my family, how was your day?"
"It was good, I read a new book, it was great." I say as I recall the events of what I'm sure is now one of my favourite books. Fred says, "you can tell me all about it tomorrow."
"But nothing else really, what about you?" I ask him lifting my head up so I can look at his gorgeous brown eyes. He smiles and says, "George and I found a good location for the shop, it's in diagon alley and above it, there is a good apartment-it's all within the budget of course."
"Fred, that's great. I'm so excited for you." I beam at the wonderful news, and I can see that mischievous and excited look in his eyes, the same one he always had when he was about to prank someone, except that this time it was bigger.
"The apartment is great too, two bathrooms, two bedrooms- that is if you don't mind us sharing the apartment with George" Fred rambles, and I blink for a second before realising. I tease, " Fredrick gedion weasley! Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?"
He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. He says, " I kind of hoped that you wouldn't notice and just say yes. Things have been going well, I just thought that it was time- unless of course you don't want to-"
"Of course I want to, you idiot." I cut him off and nuzzle my head back into his chest. He wraps his arms more tightly around me and he presses a kiss to the top of my head and whispers, "good."
"Its got a big kitchen too since I know you like to bake." Fred says like he's still trying to convince me to move in with him, I would move in with him into a swamp if he asked me to. I reply, "Just some anxiety cookies no big deal."
"It doesn't matter what's their cause what matters is that they're damn good and by the way I love you" He says quickly that I almost don't catch it. My goes go wide and I look up at him and tease, "Crossing off a lot of big milestones today, Fred. What's next you're gonna pop out an engagement ring then tell me you're pregnant"
"Haha very funny" He replies, sarcastically, avoiding my gaze. I continue with a wide grin, I still can't believe he said it, "No seriously should I buy baby clothes, get you my ring size-"
"Go to sleep, love." He whispers before turning to the side to close the bedside lamp. I'm still smiling when I say, "Okay."
I wait a few seconds before pressing a knee to his cheek and wrapping my arms around his torso. I say, cheerfully, "I love you too by the way, goodnight."
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desideriumwriter · 7 months
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Anyone Else But You | Chapter 1 | F.W
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Chapter Summary - The introduction to all the reasons why reader despises the Weasley twins, especially Fred Weasley.
Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader
Category - enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, slowburn
Content Warnings - animal abuse? (fred & george feed a firework to a salamander.) 
Word Count - 1.5k
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There’s no one who irritates you more than the Weasley Twins. 
They’re loud, immature, unreliable, clumsy, arrogant, touchy, careless, childish, stubborn, just genuinely stupid. It’s as if everything you hated had been mixed together and formed into two tall, redheaded, teenage boys. 
Ever since you started your first year with them, it’s felt as if they’re the most agitating people in the world. Now you're all in your fifth year, and they’ve only gotten worse since then. 
It’s bad enough that you got put in the same house as them, you also somehow got multiple classes with them every year, and that your parents were friends with their parents. But, what added fuel to the fire was that they knew you didn’t like them, that you found them annoying and unfunny, and that only made them pester you more.
Yet it was surprising you were able to make friends with their younger brother, Ron. He didn’t care about your hatred for the twins, he agreed sometimes on how they would take their “pranks” too far, especially with him. He spilled to you about the plenty of times they used his phobias against him, when Fred turned his teddy bear into a spider when he was younger, they practically fueled his fear of spiders, or when both of the twins tried to get him to make an unbreakable vow when he was only five.
Ron also told you about how they tormented his other siblings as well.
George once admitted (proudly) that he and Fred attempted to shove Percy into a tomb while on a trip to Egypt, however, their mum caught them in the act, and they put beetles in his soup. They let off a dungbomb under their elderly aunt's chair on Christmas day. Even though you heard about their elderly aunt being unpleasant and unsympathetic, it’s risky to scare a 107-year-old with something explosive.
They would mess with their older brother Charlie, who studies and takes care of dragons now, by hiding his books about dragons or pretending that they accidentally destroyed them.
The twins seemed the most lax with Ginny, you didn’t hear about too many mean pranks being pulled on her. They would scare her by jumping up behind her with creepy masks on or steal all her food off her plate when she wasn’t looking. She was probably the favorite sibling to them.
There were so many more events that gave you more reasons to hate them.
In their first year, they set off a dungbomb in one of the corridors, the smell wouldn’t go away for days, it lingered through the air and anyone even remotely close would unwillingly get the strong, foul, disgusting smell of it in their nostrils, also if you walked through the gas, the smell would stick to you. 
They fed a firework to a salamander, they wanted to ‘see what would happen’. You accidentally and unwillingly witnessed it, making the mistake of choosing to study at the lake that day.
They’ve hidden and messed up Percy’s Head Boy badge, they nearly made their poor brother cry because of it.
At the end of Second year, they set off the last of their Filibuster Fireworks on the train ride home.
They constantly stole items from other classmates, including you. There have been multiple times your textbooks and/or notes have gone missing for several days. When your stuff would magically appear on your bed in the dorms, there’d be a note attached to it saying “Thanks for letting us borrow this!” or something along the lines of that. Also, little doodles and drawings on the sides of your notes and sometimes your textbook.
Sometimes they wouldn’t even put your textbooks or your notes on your bed, they’d hide them. Putting them in your nightstand drawers, under your bed, behind the curtains, inside your closet, on top of the closet, and even inside of your pillowcase. You remember the first time they hid it there.
You had stayed up far too late studying in the common room, there was a test in Snape’s class in the morning that you definitely weren't ready for. You decided maybe you should go to bed after your head nearly hit the table you were sitting at for a third time due to you falling asleep.
You closed your notebook and gathered your supplies, heading up to the girl's dormitory. Too tired to put your things away properly, you put them on the floor next to your bed. You turned off your lamp and flopped down onto your pillow. Instead of feeling a cool, soft, and comfortable cushion touch your head, you hit your head on a large, solid, and heavy textbook.
You hissed out loud in pain, causing a few girls to groan and stir in their sleep. You sat up and held the side of your head which was now stinging, you wouldn’t be surprised if you got a lump the next day due to how hard your head smacked into it.
You turned back on the light next to your bed, you looked at your pillow, noticing the large rectangular shape inside it, you could see the cover of your textbook with a small piece of paper stuck on it through the sheer fabric. Angrily, you took your textbook out of the pillowcase, taking the folded piece of the paper that was on the front and opening it.
Thanks for letting us borrow this! Sweet dreams!
                                      Much love, F and G!
You would’ve screamed and stormed your way over to the boy's dorm to beat both of the twins with the book if it wasn’t past midnight and if you weren’t in a room of sleeping girls. All you could do was put the textbook with the rest of your things and go to sleep angry, or at least try to sleep, now that you were wide awake and your head was throbbing.
Anyways, they also cheated all the time, they’d constantly bug you for answers in the middle of tests when they didn’t even need them. You hate to say this, but they were insanely good at potions. It makes sense how they created all those sweets. They would be able to fly through the tests in less than ten minutes at least, but they didn’t, they were lazy, so they’d mooch off you. When they’d get caught, they’d both blame you, which nearly got you in trouble with Snape several times.
Speaking of professors. They would mess with them. They threw snowballs at the back of Professor Quirrell's head. But, after learning the truth about what was going on with Quirrell under the head scarf. Maybe that could be the only thing they’ve ever done that was somewhat valid. It was still bad for Quirrell, he was already taking enough sneering from students the entire time he was working at the school, he was just being used as a vessel.
But that's not the point we’re talking about here. 
There are way too many reasons for why you hate those redheaded twins. You didn’t understand how people put up with them, how they found them entertaining and funny. They were embarrassing. You hated how they excused themselves from responsibility. How they claimed everything they did was a “joke” or “prank” to get out of trouble.
It was like your brain was programmed to put you in a bad mood anytime you thought of them or were around them. Your eyes would roll annoyedly at the sight of them. You would get snippy and aggressive if they even tried talking to you. You did everything in your power to keep yourself away from them for the sake of your mood.
Their entire existence made your blood boil. Fred especially. He’s the worst out of the two of them. But there’s a difference between him and George. Fred is the instigator, George smooths things out, but that doesn’t mean he’s not trouble though. George is less annoying, only a bit less annoying. He’s nearly as annoying as Fred, but it seems as if Fred is more determined to get on your nerves.
And he is. You can tell.
He becomes louder when near you, constantly taps on your shoulder, asking for something when he already knows you won’t give him whatever it is or pretends like he didn’t, he also throws things at you and pretends that he doesn’t, lies or says things wrong on purpose just for you to scoff and correct him, calls you nicknames that you hate, teases you for whatever he can find, it’s as if he nitpicks anything you do so he can use it against you to annoy you, he does every little thing that peeves you only because he wants to get some type of reaction out of you, and the only reason on why he does it? He thinks it’s funny. 
Fred isn’t completely fond of you either.
He knows what bothers you, what gets on your nerves, what makes your blood boil, then he uses it against you, to piss you off. You’re not sure how exactly he knows so much, but just somehow he does. Either it could be because he knows legilimency (which is very unlikely) or it’s that he’s just been listening in on your conversations with friends.
Whatever, what you are sure of is that you can’t stand the Weasley twins. You hate the Weasley twins. You hate Fred and George Weasley. You hate Fred Weasley. You hate him with every bone and muscle in your body.
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themissingweasley26 · 27 days
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He Gets Jealous (Preference)
Warnings: swearing, the boys being jealous
Bill Weasley
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House: None
Blood: Muggle
When Bill introduced you to his family, he expected you to be fascinated with all of the magical things going on in the house; it was only natural that a muggle would want to know everything there is to know about magic, but what he didn’t expect was your fascination with his brother, Charlie.
Once you found out that he worked with dragons, you couldn’t be separated. Every time you’d see him, you were hooked on his every word. This is why Bill began to suspect that you fancied his brother and it made him quite jealous.
“I don’t think you should talk to Charlie anymore,” he said, one night after you’d returned from a Weasley family gathering.
“What? Why not?” You questioned.
“I don’t like how you are with him.”
“What do you mean how I am with him?” You asked, genuinely confused.
“So… attentive. Always sitting by him, acting like you’re hooked on his every word. Makes me think there’s something going on between you,” he admitted, crossing his arms defensively.
“Shit,” you mumbled, finally realizing how your behavior looked to others. You placed a hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, Bill. Of course I don’t fancy him. I just like hearing about the dragons.”
Bill looked up at you, a little surprised. “The dragons?” He questioned.
“Yeah, I mean, I grew up reading all of these fairly tales about dragons, and - god, it seems childish - but once I found out that they were actually real and that your brother works with them I wanted to hear all about it.”
Bill softened, feeling bad for ever feeling jealous; but he let out a soft laugh. “That’s actually really cute,” he said, pulling you into a hug. “Wait till I take you to see a real life unicorn.”
Fred Weasley
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House: Any
Blood: Any
“Hey, who’s this?” Fred called from your living room. You’d come out of the kitchen to see him holding a photo of your ex.
“Shit,” you mumbled. You thought you’d gotten rid of every trace of him. “Where’d you find that?” You asked, reaching for the photo, but Fred held it out of reach.
“Stuck behind the couch. Who is it?”
“My stupid ex,” you admitted. “Give it to me so I can throw it away.”
But Fred kept hold of it, staring into the beady eyes of your ex. “So, this is Matt. He’s pretty handsome.”
You sighed, turning away from him, knowing exactly where this was going to go. Fred got pretty insecure when it came to you and other guys, even though he shouldn’t be.
“Was he funnier than me?” Fred asked.
“No,” you deadpanned, trudging back into the kitchen to finish making lunch. Fred trailed behind you, photo still clutched in his hand.
“Smarter?”
“No.”
“Was his hair softer than mine? It looks really soft.”
“No.”
“Was he taller than me?”
“You’re literally a giant, Fred.”
“Yeah, true,” he admitted, but you knew he had one more question in him. “Do you miss him?”
“No, Fred! And why are you even worrying about it? I’m with you. I want to be with you! Now give me the damn picture,” you said, ripping the photo from his hand and throwing it in the garbage disposal. Your sink may be messed up now, but at least you’d be rid of the photograph and Fred would calm down.
George Weasley
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You entered Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes behind Harry and the gang, overly excited to see the twins; but mainly your boyfriend George. You looked around, in awe of the shop. You’d expected it to be extravagant, but you never imagined it to be this spectacular. Then again, it was the brainchild of the twins, so it was bound to exceed expectations.
The shop was completely packed with people and you couldn’t help but feel extremely proud of the pair.
Their dreams were coming true before your very eyes.
You looked over the tops of your friends’ heads, searching for the twins. You couldn’t wait to see George as you hadn’t seen him in over a month. You missed him terribly and wished to spend as much time as you possibly could with him before you had to return to Hogwarts for your final year.
You finally spotted them, their ginger heads giving them away; but they looked really busy, so you followed after Ginny and Hermione, not wanting to bother the boys just yet. Ginny was drawn over to a fountain looking structure that was glowing pink with bottles of liquid labeled as “love potions” resting in its basin. You snorted as you saw them. Of course Ginny would be interested; but then you caught Hermione picking one up, which deeply surprised you. She glanced over at Ron briefly and turned the bottle over in her hands, obviously contemplating.
“Don’t even think about it, ‘Mione,” you said with a smirk.
She shot you a look. “What are you talking about?”
“You know perfectly well what I’m talking about,” you said, glancing at Ron. “Besides, even if it did work, you’d have to keep giving it to him forever. And I know you don’t want that on your conscience.”
She blushed and started to sputter which made you laugh and you took the bottle from her hands, not realizing that George saw this whole interaction and, unfortunately, got a very different idea as to the topic of your discussion.
He tugged on Fred’s sleeve and suddenly both boys were at your side.
“Hellooooo, ladies,” they said enthusiastically despite George’s sudden bout of overwhelming jealousy. He eyed you as you continued to smile, oblivious to his mood, your last amusing thought still fresh on your mind.
“Love potions, eh?” Fred continued.
“They really do work,” George said, forcing the words out, trying to remain professional.
“Then again, the way we hear it, sis, you’re doing just fine on your own.” Fred said, regarding Ginny.
“Meaning?” Ginny asked, a slight blush on her cheeks.
“Are you not currently dating Dean Thomas?”
“It’s none of your business,” she added defensively, putting her bottle back and walking off.
You laughed again at Ginny’s behavior and caught a brief glimpse of Cormac McLaggen staring lustfully at Hermione. You were about to nudge her and tell her about it, but George grabbed your elbow and pulled you away from her towards the back of the store. You smiled, thinking he was going to greet you warmly in private, but you were wrong…
You beamed up at your adorable boyfriend, expecting a kiss when you stopped in the back room, but he rounded on you and fixed you with a stern expression. Your face fell at his uncharacteristic demeanor.
“And what business do you have with love potions?” He asked accusatorily, snatching the bottle from your hands. You forgot you were still holding it until now.
“What?” You asked, confused. “I was just talking with Hermione and Ginny.”
“By the look on your face, I’d say otherwise! Smiling and giggling, like I’m not right there.”
The realization finally dawned on you. He thought you were planning on using a love potion? And on someone else? The thought made you giggle, it was just so ridiculous.
He continued to stare at you, anger and hurt written on his features. “Oh, think it’s funny, do you? Thought you could run off back to Hogwarts with a love potion and get yourself a shiny new boyfriend now that I’m not there anymore?”
“George,” you started, reaching out to touch him, but he pushed your hands away, startling you.
“You said you wanted to be with me. That you didn’t care if I was a year older than you. That it didn’t matter if we had to spend months apart. You said that I was worth it! And I believed you! What changed? Am I not good enough for you anymore?” He blurted out, getting more and more emotional with every passing word. His eyes were brimming with tears and he looked like he was ready to burst. You felt bad, but he was jumping to conclusions without letting you explain and you began to get a little annoyed.
“George, would you let me speak, please?” You finally shouted over him. His eyes widened slightly, but he stayed silent, letting you continue. “George, I was merely persuading Hermione not to buy that stuff. I took it from her so she wouldn’t be tempted and I was laughing because the mere image of Hermione using a love potion was so ridiculous!”
“But I saw that McLaggen git looking at y-”
“McLaggen was looking at Hermione!” You said, exasperatedly. You ran a hand through your hair; you couldn’t believe George would ever think you’d leave him for someone else. You couldn’t believe he had gotten this jealous. “You honestly think I would do that to you? I meant what I said, George. I want to be with you! And only you! I don’t care how long we have to be apart, I just know that I want to end up back here with you in the end. I love you more than anything in this world! And you’re beyond enough for me! You’re my everything! I couldn’t live without you.”
Now you were getting emotional and George immediately softened and pulled you into a hug. “Shit,” he muttered. “I’m a complete idiot.”
“Yeah,” you said softly, but still wrapped your arms around him letting yourself be embraced by him.
“I’m sorry. I’m- I just- I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered.
“George, you know you don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me forever.”
He laughed at that, “There’s no one I’d rather be stuck with.”
You smiled again, listening to his hearty laughter that you loved so much.
Ron Weasley
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At first, Ron was happy that you and his sister were such good friends. But as time went on, he began to hate your friendship.
You and Ginny were inseparable, and you shared everything from clothes to secrets. Not only was Ron jealous of the amount of time you spent with Ginny, but he was also worried about what the two of you said about him when he wasn’t around.
That’s why he snapped at you when Ginny was whispering something in your ear.
“Would you two cut it out?” He yelled across the common room, causing you and Ginny to freeze. “Godric, you’re both so annoying, I can’t stand it.”
“What the hell was that?” Ginny asked as Ron stormed up to his dorm room.
“No idea. I’ll go find out,” you said, getting up and following after him. You found him on his bed, hugging a pillow to his chest. “What’s wrong, Ronnikins?” You asked, using a nickname Ginny told you he hated.
“Ugh,” he grumbled. “You have got to stop hanging out with her.”
“Who? Ginny?”
“Yeah, her.”
“You don’t want us being friends anymore?” You asked, a bit offended. “You’re the one who introduced us. I thought you’d be happy that I got along with your sister.”
“I wanted you to get along with her. Not spend every waking moment with her.”
“Aw, is Ronnikins jealous of his sister?” You asked with a smirk.
“Absolutely not! That would be stupid,” he objected, but still let you crawl into bed with him, wrapping his arms around you. “And don’t call me ‘Ronnikins.’
Harry Potter
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Professor Snape had separated you and Harry for your “incessant banter,” and you’d been placed at a table with someone the two of you loathed.
Draco Malfoy.
At first, you were pissed and wouldn’t even look in Draco’s direction; but as the days progressed you quickly realized how good at potions he was. And he saw how bad you were.
You were brewing a Calming Draught, quite badly, and you could feel Draco eyeing you.
“Merlin, give me that!” He demanded suddenly, taking the peppermint oil from your hands. “I can feel my eyes beginning to water already.” He gingerly added a few drops to the mixture. “Now stir.”
You began stirring the concoction and Draco’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist to stop you. “Not that much. And it shouldn’t be purple. How much lavender did you put in?”
You opened your mouth to speak, but was stopped by Harry who had stormed over to you, looking like he might spontaneously combust. “What do you two think you’re doing?” He demanded, shooting daggers at Draco. You and Draco stared at him. “Don’t ever touch my girlfriend,” Harry growled at Malfoy before turning to you. “And you, fraternizing with the enemy?”
“I wasn’t-” You began, before getting cut off by Malfoy.
“Fraternizing,” he scoffed. “As if I’d be caught dead. I was merely preventing a disaster. She’s already ruined three pairs of my shoes this week.”
“No offense, but I really don’t care, Malfoy. Don’t touch her.”
Draco Malfoy
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You’d gotten a new pet. A bright pink Pygmy Puff from Weasleys Wizard Wheezes; and you adored her to no end. You began spending all of your free time playing with the Pygmy Puff, and Draco was beginning to get perturbed as it was cutting into his time with you. He rolled his eyes as he watched you bounce it up and down in your hands.
“Will you put that thing down for two seconds?” He asked, an edge to his voice.
You scoffed. “Petunia is not a thing!”
“Petunia,” he rolled his eyes. “What a pathetic name.”
You ignored his snide remark and put Petunia down, letting her run around. You sat down next to Draco and cuddled into his side, knowing exactly what he wanted. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours.
“Damn those Weasleys,” he muttered.
“Draco, don’t tell me you’re jealous of the Weasleys too.”
“‘Course not. I just said that because they created those little puff balls, and one of them is taking up all of our time together. So, damn those Weasleys.”
You couldn’t help but smirk at his jealousy. “I’m sorry, Draco. I’ll make more time for you,” you said, giving him a kiss. “And the puff ball’s name is Petunia.”
Neville Longbottom
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You were over the moon when your housemate, Cedric Diggory, was chosen as a TriWizard Champion. Your house was finally getting attention and the appreciation it deserved, so of course you went out of your way to support Cedric. You made banners, badges, t-shirts, and so on; all to show support for your house champion.
But, of course, your boyfriend took it the wrong way and thought this behavior meant you fancied Cedric. And when you sat down next to him at lunch, wearing a shirt with Cedric’s name across the front of it, his mood soured. He was acting very uncharacteristically cold towards you and you couldn’t understand why.
“You okay, Neville?” You asked, trying to take his hands in yours, but he pulled them away.
“Wonderful,” he said in a monotonous tone.
“Are you sure? You’ve been acting a bit strange lately.”
“I’ve been acting strange?” He asked, finally looking at you. “I’m not the one who’s been parading around Hogwarts wearing shirts with another guys face on them. Remember, you have a boyfriend, and it’s not Diggory.”
You were a bit taken aback by his words. You couldn’t believe he was jealous of you supporting a housemate. “Do you honestly think I’m doing this because I fancy Cedric?” You asked him.
He just rolled his eyes and said, “Cedric,” in a mocking tone. You’d never seen Neville like this and you definitely didn’t like it. You never thought of him as the jealous type.
“You know, this is the first time Hufflepuff has been shown any respect in years. It’s kind of a special occasion, so of course I’m going to support the person who’s representing my house. That doesn’t mean I fancy him!” You argued, getting up to storm away.
Once Neville heard your reasoning, he felt terrible. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he whined, reaching out for your hand.
Tom Riddle
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Tom gets jealous quite easily. He doesn’t like your attention being taken away from him, which he has to combat all the time. You were a very smart and kind student, so naturally the younger students looked up to you for guidance.
Tom hated when they’d try to ask you for advice when he was spending time with you. And he snapped at a kid in the library for that very reason.
The third year had simply asked if you knew where a the potions books were in the library. You began to answer, but Tom cut you off. “Go figure it out yourself. You’re a big boy,” he snapped, venom in his voice.
The boy’s eyes widened in fear before he scrambled away as quickly as possible.
You shot Tom an angry look. “What did you do that for?”
He shrugged. “Kid needs to learn how to do things on his own… or ask someone else’s girlfriend for advice,” he said causing you to roll your eyes.
Theodore Nott
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Theo had been lounging on your bed in your dorm room, waiting for you to finish your bath, when his eyes landed on a photo on your nightstand. It was of a boy who looked to be around your age, maybe a little older. It was someone Theo definitely didn’t recognize, and he began to wonder why you had a photo of this boy displayed on your nightstand instead of one of him.
Feeling a bit jealous, he stood and took your Polaroid camera from your trunk, snapping a photo of himself. Once it developed, he stuck the new photo of himself on top of the photo of the boy in the frame. Feeling satisfied, he laid back down on your bed just in time for you to come walking through the door.
Once you put your things away, you crawled into bed next to him, letting him wrap an arm around you. The two of you talked about your day for a while before relaxing in a comfortable silence; but that’s when you noticed your picture frame.
“Theo?” You asked.
“Hm?”
“Why is there a picture of you taped over my brother’s face?”
“What?” He asked, as you untangled your limbs to grab the picture frame and peel Theo’s photo off of it.
“Did you seriously tape a photo of yourself over this picture of my brother?” You asked, almost laughing.
“That’s your brother?” He asked. “I thought he moved to America.”
“He did. That’s why I put up his picture on my nightstand.”
“Oh,” he said, immediately feeling like an idiot. “That makes a lot more sense.”
You laughed, rolling your eyes as you realized what he’d been thinking. You set the photo back down, but stuck the photo of Theo down in the corner of the frame so you could see both of their faces.
Oliver Wood
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Oliver’s teammates love to get a rise out of him, and the easiest way to do so is to flirt with you. Most of them don’t take it too far, but of course there was the exception of York and Lynch. They loved to mess with Oliver the most. And of course, Oliver gets extremely jealous and possessive, which only adds fuel to their fire.
“Damn, Wood’s a lucky guy,” York said, standing quite close to you. Oliver was a few feet away, getting his equipment ready, but he was watching their every move.
“Yeah,” Lynch agreed, turning to you and brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. “If he’s not careful, I might steal you away for myself.”
You scoffed and swatted his hand away. You knew they were teasing, but that didn’t mean he had the right to touch you. Thankfully, Oliver was at your side in seconds.
“Alright, that’s enough!” Oliver shouted, wrapping his arm around you protectively. “If I see either one of you so much as look at her, I’ll send you to St. Mungo’s with bludgers permanently attached to your faces.”
The two men gave him a strange look, but could tell that Oliver meant business, so they quickly retreated.
You buried your face in Oliver’s chest, beginning to laugh.
“What?” He asks, though your laughter was making him smile.
“How would that be possible? A bludger permanently attached to your face?”
“I honestly don’t know. Sounded good at the time.”
You laughed a little longer before leaning up to kiss him on the lips. “Thank you for saving me from them. But you don’t have to worry. They know I’m all yours.”
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Here's a request for you, my dear! Reader writes for the school paper and is assigned an article highlighting different school clubs. She tries to interview Eddie about Hellfire, but he just assumes she's going to mock/tease him about being a "freak who likes to play fantasy games" and is really short with her. It hurts her feelings, and when someone (Dustin? Lucas? Mike?) points out what an asshole he was, he tries to make it right.
I can't wait to read it!
xoxoxo @munson-blurbs 💚
Thank you bug! @munson-blurbs
Warnings ⚠️: Angst, language, and fluff by the end
Minors D.N.I 18+
Wc: 2.9k
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"Gotta go, I'm hungry, see you later!" Dustin departs but not before hugging you which you returned.
Trekking in the bustling hallway of your school, your peers making their way to their next classes. Upon entering the paper editing room you're met with Nancy, who had just turned to face whomever walked in, "Good morning!" she greeted you sporting a familiar grin.
"Another article set up for me? Geez, have you ever taken a break?" you joked with her, you had worked with Nancy for some time, and known her even longer, you used to help babysit her brother and his friends when they were younger. Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Will who had moved to California liked you and thought you were kind and warm.
Walking toward Nancy she answers, "A writer's job is never done, and yes, I have one in mind."
"What club is this? Between you and I, we've already interviewed all of them," you were confused, was there a new club you weren't familiar with?
"Hellfire," she shrugs, "I know I haven't interviewed the head honcho, Eddie Munson. Have you?"
"No, I haven't.." you shook your head and your voice got quiet, you'd forgotten about Hellfire. You don't know how you did, Eddie is infamous in Hawkins High. His wild antics in class, the cafeteria, and even the library were well known. You weren't going to lie to yourself, his personality had intimidated you.
He wasn't unkind to you, you both had exchanged polite smiles several times passing each other in the hallway on another monotonous day of school, "W-what time do I head over?" you ask Nancy, your voice apprehensive.
Giving you a sympathetic smile she responds, "Relax, it'll be fine, you got this!" Nancy encourages you, the energy radiating off her physique, "Find Mike, Dustin, or Lucas, and they'll tell you. According to rumors, take this with a grain of salt, they're a Satanic Cult." she rolled her eyes, "The shit people come up with is ridiculous, Mike is in Hellfire, it's just a Dungeons and Dragons club."
You agreed wholeheartedly, "Leave it to a bored small town to come up with something like that when it's just a game," familiar with D&D during your time babysitting Mike the game fascinated you, "so do you have some sort of plan? What do you want me to ask?" Attempting to divert your rising anxiety you focus your brain on the task at hand.
"Ask how he formed Hellfire, what gave him the idea, what makes it different from the other clubs. Come on, you've done this before, what's got you so anxious?"
Sighing in defeat, your gaze falls to the floor beneath your feet, "That obvious, huh?"
"It's not like you hide it well," she remarks with a smirk, your shoulders slump.
"I'm hopeless," you lament with a hint of playfulness.
"You're fine the way you are," she reassures you kindly.
Gathering your notebook and pencil you give Nancy a reluctant grin, "I got this,"
Nancy lights up at your words, "Great!" she pats your forearm, "Everyone's headed to lunch, you might catch Mike or someone from Hellfire on the way. Good luck!"
"Thanks, Nance," just like that she takes off, Fred Benson following suit.
Soon after you're out the door. Scanning carefully among the crowds of students you spot a familiar figure wearing a "Thinking cap" ball cap on his head. Zig-zagging your way through the crowd, your hand makes contact with the figure's shoulder, "Dustin!" you beam.
"Hey!" he turns to face you and gives you a big hug, "How have you been?"
"Oh, you know, getting through school," you shrug, "writing for the Hawkins paper," both of you move out of the way of the other students.
"How's that going?" Dustin asks, his grin not leaving his face.
"I need to interview Eddie for Hellfire, frankly I'm a little nervous,"
"That's great! We're gonna be famous!" he exclaims joyfully.
"I wouldn't go that far." you can't help but laugh at his vitality, scratching the back of your neck sheepishly, "What time do you start Hellfire?"
"After school. We usually try to wrap things up by 8:30 depending on what we're doing,"
"I-is Eddie nice?" your insecurities are rising and it's evident in your voice.
"Eddie is the best!" Dustin's grin gets wider, "He took Mike and me in when we were trying to find our place in Hawkins High! He's a great storyteller and world-builder! He even creates voices for the characters!" Dustin's admiration for Eddie seems to increase with every word that leaves his mouth, his eyes shining with respect, "The interview will go great!" Dustin's voice is the epitome of confidence.
Leaning against the wall a breath you didn't know you were holding in deflates out of your lungs like a balloon, taking your anxiety and insecurities out with it, "Thanks, Dusty, I needed that," you say with a smile, gratitude sparkling in your eyes.
"Anything for my favorite babysitter!" he playfully boops your nose.
You giggle, "You think it would be best if I wait until after Hellfire is over before I talk to him?"
"He'll be in a good mood. Post-campaign euphoria, y'know?"
Thinking back to the times the boys had finished a campaign, the victorious cries were heard from Nancys' basement, their energy infectious and journeying throughout the home, "I remember," you grin.
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The drama class door swung open, and congratulatory cheers can be heard from the confines. Mike is the first to emerge, sporting a grin that seemed to split his countenance. His dark eyes meet yours, "We won!" he addresses you with exuberance walking over to you.
"Congratulations!" The post-campaign euphoria affects you similarly; goosebumps erupt up your arms.
"I heard from Dustin, you gonna interview Eddie? Also how long were you waiting out here?" he asks, concern etched in his voice.
"Yes, and about ten minutes, not long at all, gave me time to calm my nerves,"
Mike seemed to relax slightly at your admission, "You're nervous?"
"Just a little, I'll deal," you shrug.
Dustin, Jeff, Gareth, Erica, and Gary exit the drama room. Dustin strolls over to Mike and you, "Did Mike tell you we gained a victory?"
"Eddies ready for you, head on in,"
"He informed me of your success, congratulations!" both of you high-fived, and you gave Mike one as well, not wanting to leave him out.
Dustin said.
Inhaling and exhaling a breath you say, "I'm ready,"
"We'll wait for you out here, right Mike?" Dustin faces his friend.
"Thanks, kids, you're awesome!" giving them a wink you head inside the drama classroom where the leader of Hellfire awaited you.
"Huh? Oh! Right, sure," Mike agrees.
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Peering inside you see the infamous Eddie Munson, seated on his throne with an intense glare set on you.
Clearing your throat and wiping your hands on your high-waisted pencil skirt, "H-hello, how do you do," you introduce yourself in a voice that resembles a mouse.
"Eddie Munson." he snaps, his voice low and guarded.
"I'm here to interview you for the Hawkins High paper," informing him of your intentions you try your best to make your voice even and professional. Sitting down in the chair closest to him, you open your notepad and remove your pencil from your ear. Getting right down to business you ask him your first question, "What made you start Hellfire?"
"Wanted more people to play D&D with. Next question."
His short and malicious tone hit you right in the heart, the pain feeling like ice. Your breathing becomes unsteady as you write down Eddie's answer, "I-I see."
Feeling a lump form in your throat, you ask your next question, "How has," swallowing the lump in your throat, "Forming this club improved your academic performance?"
He let out a laugh that resembled a feral beast, "School sucks, it always has. Next question." More icy pain shoots up your body, stabbing your heart, and now your voice trembles writing down his answer once again,
"R-right?" letting out a weak chuckle, you agree with him.
You have one question left! You can do this!
Mentally cheering yourself on, you press forward.
"Among–"
"Cut the bullshit already." Once more he interrupts you, he seems to be in a rush to get to the bottom of the matter, the only issue is you have no idea what his problem is.
"W-what?" you stutter, blinking back tears forming, his harsh tone is like a viper biting into your flesh; the sting unrelenting.
"You're only here to make fun of the 'freak' the 'satan worshiper' AND the 'cult leader'!" he stood abruptly slamming his hand on the table, you flinch.
"I would never–"
You could only stand there frozen, stunned as his verbal assault resumed, "Well it's not going to work this time!
"I don't believe you! You're just like everyone else; judging without bothering to get to know them!" The snake's venom is seeping into your bloodstream along with the icy chill of his words. Frankly, you were taken aback, you'd no idea he thought this way about you, and you had no idea why this was hurting you so vastly.
His next words were the nail in the proverbial coffin, "You're nothing." he seethed, speaking through clenched teeth.
The venom swallowed you whole as the ice caught in your throat. Tears cascade down past your waterline like a faucet. Dropping your notepad and pencil absentmindedly you cast one last gaze into his face. His eyes were cold with malice and contempt. Making a quick turn you sprint toward the door, each step on the linoleum floor causes more ice to stab your heart.
He had called you "nothing", and you felt like it. Bringing your knees to your chest in an attempt to comfort yourself you bury your head in between your knees but it brings no solace to the void that was starting to consume you.
The door opened with a bang startling Dustin and Mike, "That was fa– Hey what happened?" Dustin noticed your tear-stained face but couldn't say anything further, you were already running down the hall with sobs escaping unbidden from your lips. With your vision fuzzy from the tears you can barely make out the sign for the girl's bathroom. Bursting inside you lean against the door sinking to the floor you weep.
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Eddie remained in the drama room, cleaning up the rest of the D&D pieces, a proud grin formed on his face, "Showed her," he murmurs.
"Eddie, what the hell happened?" Dustin makes an appearance, followed closely by Mike.
Eddie scoffs, facing the boys, "I protected us is what I did."
"How?" Mike asks, incredulously, not being able to comprehend what their Dungeon Master was saying.
"She is going to use that article to spread the rumors that Hellfire is a Satan-worshiping cult!" he asserts, picking up your notepad from the floor and tossing it onto the table, "Henderson, dispose of that."
Dustin picks up your notepad and peers at your notes or lack thereof he sees your teardrops on the paper, "No," he says firmly.
Eddie looks at Dustin, surprised that he refused his request, "And why not?"
"Because she's NOT like that!" Mike pipes up, the first to defend your honor.
Dustin nods at his best friend, "Mike's right, she'd never do something like that."
"What are you two, her knights in shining armor?" Eddie spat, he couldn't believe both of his friends weren't backing him up on this. He was one hundred percent certain you'd come to bully him, he wasn't going to take any chances, it was his job to protect his flock.
"Eddie," Dustin pinched the bridge of his nose, "what did you say to her?"
Eddie shrugged, "I told her she was nothing,"
"You mother–"
"Mike!" Dustin stopped Mike from saying something he'll most likely regret, "Eddie," he let out an exasperated sigh "She's one of the kindest people we've ever met. She babysat us when we were younger," Dustin explains, his tone serious. He's determined to let Eddie know he screwed up, "She genuinely cares about us and Dungeons and Dragons,"
Eddie slumped down on his throne, "So what you're saying is," he paused, there had to have been some merit to what they were saying if both Mike and Dustin were coming to your aid, "I screwed up?" he finishes, the realization sinking into him like a large stone into a lake.
"YES!" Dustin and Mike say in unison, the former slamming your notepad in front of Eddie's side of the table.
Your tearful expression flashed unbidden in Eddie's mind's eye; the sinking realization had finally hit him in full force. Placing his face in his hands he says, "Dammit!" his voice muffled, how could he have gotten something so wrong? Guilty bubbled in his gut, along with the fear that you won't forgive him, "I have to apologize! Right now!" he stands up in a panic grabbing your notepad, and frantically paces the room, "Where is she?" he demands the boys.
Eddie sprinted out the door in a desperate search for you.
"We don't know!" Will speaks up, "I can only guess she ran to the girl's bathroom."
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Sitting on the cold, semi-dirty floor your wailing had subsided to short sobs and hiccups. How could he think so lowly of someone he had barely spoken to? You'd never imagined he'd be so cruel, callous, and so certain that you'd have malicious intent with your interview. You had a genuine interest in Dungeons & Dragons, and while you most likely wouldn't be good at it the game itself fascinated you.
Standing up on wobbly feet you stroll to one of the sinks and peer at your face. Your eyes are puffy and swollen with tear tracks down your cheeks, "Dammit," muttering to yourself, you half-heartedly wash your face the best you can. Sighing as droplets of water fall from your complexion, "What am I going to tell Nancy?"
Drying your face on the sandpaper-like paper towels you're startled by the bathroom door opening, instinctually your eyes fly to the door, surprised by the mop of frenzied curls that enter your field of vision. His remorseful, ashamed, and guilt-ridden face froze you on the spot.
"What are you–?"
"I'm so sorry!" he says between pants, as though he ran a marathon to find you, "I was wrong!"
Your face morphed into one of confusion, "Wrong about what?"
"I was wrong for assuming you'd bully me. I was wrong for not giving you a fair chance. I was wrong for being so cold to you. I was wrong about everything," he took several steps toward you until he was in front of you, "I'm sorry for making you cry…that is what I'm most ashamed of," his voice breaks, that's how you know his apology is sincere.
His words are like a panacea on your body; the frozen venom disperses. Peering into his eyes you say words he hoped to hear, "I accept your apology, Eddie Munson."
"Thank. You. Christ!" his shoulders slump in relaxation, "Oh!" he hands you your notepad, "Here, I'm sorry again,"
Gazing at the item in Eddie's hands you smile, "Thank you! And I'll accept that second apology on one condition."
"Name it and it's done."
"Can we leave? This is the girl's bathroom."
"Oh, shit!" he'd forgotten where he was, peering around he comments, "So much cleaner than the boys,"
"Okay, out!" you laugh, pushing him gently toward the door. Once you both were outside you say playfully, "You're forgiven, again,"
Eddie chuckles, "Thanks,"
"So," you hesitate, "are we friends now?" unsure of where you stand, you ask for clarification.
"Hell yeah, we're friends!" he says with conviction and no uncertainty.
"Good! That's good!" you grin.
"I want you to interview me properly this time. But before that, what was your last question?"
"My last question?"
"The one you were going to ask me before I blew up at you."
Your eyes widened in realization, "Oh that one!"
You clear your throat, "Among the people in Hellfire, who do you admire and why?"
Eddie looked taken aback; his mind drew a blank. Did he admire someone in Hellfire? He was admired, yes but did he ever feel that way for someone else? "Uh," he pauses, not knowing what to say.
"It's okay, we can answer the previous questions. The next paper doesn't come out until next week, I just like getting my work done early," Sensing his difficulty answering your question, you decide to ease his mind and give him time to think it over.
"Thank you, I'll answer your other questions at Benny's, I owe you a milkshake, my treat. I hope you don't mind a small detour I need to drive Henderson and Wheeler home," he starts to head back in the direction of the drama club, a spring in his step and humming a tune you didn't recognize.
"They are pretty cool." he agrees.
"Of course, I don't mind. Those kiddos are the best!" walking next to him, you praise the boys.
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Once again you stroll the busy school hallways the next day, and you hear your name called.
"Hey!" Eddie approached with his hands behind his back.
"Hi, morning!" you greet him with a grin.
"I have the answer to your question."
"Oh? That's great! Do I need my notepad for this?" you ask, slinging your backpack off your shoulder.
"No, no this will be quick. It's you," he declares with a smile, his eyes shining with sincerity.
Your jaw drops, and your mind reels. You hadn't expected this, "What? Me?" you point to yourself.
"Yes, you, my new friend," he gazes at you fondly.
"I'm not a part of Hellfire,"
"Welcome to Hellfire."
"Not yet you're not," his arms move from behind his back, and he unveils the infamous shirt he and the rest of the club sport.
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Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Saying You Are Pregnant
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William ‘Bill’
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“Excuse me-?” He was left practically speechless, when he picked up the onesie on his bedside table. A little blue thing, with the words To The Moon And Back. He was so full of emotions. Panic, excitement, horror, joy. Would the baby inherit his wolf tendencies? Would something go wrong, because of his bad blood? He was so scared. Would you be in danger, because of him? With his eyes turning to you, and seeing that excited smile, he couldn’t help but calm down. Teddy existed after all, didn’t he? He was as fine as he could be. The idea of holding his own little ball of joy. To see that orange hair, and watch you nurse. “I’m going to be a dad….” He trailed, with a smile. “I’m going to be a dad-“ He repeated, as he would hold the little sleep wear to his chest. Tears ran down his broken cheeks, as he kept reacting it. So full of pride. He’s going to be a dad, with you.
Charlie
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“IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” He was screaming, bloody damn murder, as he was running around at the sanctuary. Screaming it with pride, as you chased after him. Just laughing, as the dragons would lift up their heads. “IM A DAD IM A DAD IM A DAD-!” He keeps roaring, as the dragons would tilt their heads. Watching their motherly figure jump for joy. Literally. “Charlie-!” You laughed, as he was just to full of excitement. Laughing, cheering, and crying. That’s when one of the older mothers would grab him by the collar. Yanking him into the air, before plopping him right next to you. As if to convey that he better step up now. That had you laugh, as he pouted at her. “I am I am-!” He said, before he was on his knees. Holding your belly. “I’m gonna be your daddy-!” He squealed, as he kissed it over. All the excitement getting the new borns curious, but those mothers made sure they didn’t get to close. Letting him have his moment. A new baby, to join the herd.
Percy
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“You cannot be serious-“ Percy was blinking, as he had hardly taken two steps through the fire place. Just gotten off work, early for once, only to be surprised by you making a baby box. It was meant to be a surprise, and something you would give to him after dinner. Seems like he was still surprised, regardless. “Who had the baby this time-?” He asked, as he would set his belongings where they were designated. That had you snort, as it didn’t quite dawn on him yet. With the fact you didn’t say anything, he turned around. “Honey?” He asked again, as you keep smiling. Slowly, the gears turned, before he was left with his cloak dropped from his hands. It was him. He didn’t expect that. Was like the last one to join the family gang. He couldn’t help his worry. He didn’t exactly grow up to well. He wasn’t to well connected with his family, and only came around when it was almost to late. He didn’t want that to happen to his kid. To have such a divide. You could tell he was worried, and patted the seat next to you. He joined, and you would kiss his head. “Who do you wanna tell first?” You asked, as he held your hand. The name he said, reassured himself that this kid won’t have that tension. Not like what he made. “George is perfect.” Another kiss to his head, as the plans were made. A big and happy family.
Fred
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The words barley left your lips, before you were tossed over his shoulder. As quickly as you were tossed, you were soon hearing the noise of the busy shop. "HEY EVERYONE!" He shouted, causing everyone to look up at one of the railings. George as well, with curious eyes all the same. "IM GONNA BE A DAD, AND GEORGE IS GONNA BE A UNCLE!" He cheered, and everyone was a roar of cheers as well. George was quick to drop what he was doing, and soon aparate next to him. "Put your damn mother to be down!" He laughed, as Fred finally set you down. All three of you in a warm, and tight, hug. "i'm gonna be a uncle!" George cheered, as you laughed. You had to wonder who was more excited for the baby. Your husband, or his twin? It did not matter to you. They were both so happy for this wonderful news. They just could not let you go, as they were just laughing in joy. Children. More children. What could make them hate that?
George
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"Pregnant?" He whispered, as he almost looked like he would burst into tears. "I heard that right, didn't I?" He asked, as he felt over the scarred skin that was once his ear. You nodded, before you held up your hands. You could not grasp sign as fast as George did, but you knew the alphabet. P.R.E.G.N.A.N.T. Pregnant. He was soon tackling you, as he was sobbing into your shoulder. "I'm going to be a dad-" He sobbed, as you rubbed his back. Some joy, in his world of darkness. You had fallen pregnant, not long after the death of Voldemort. Made senes, since the stress was gone. For you, anyway. "Jellybean....If its a boy...." You would peck his cheek, and nod. "A boy, Fred. If a girl, Fredrick works as a beautiful middle name." You comforted, getting another hiccup in return. The world was moving on, but the world will not be forgotten. Fred lived on, and hes going to be your tiny terror. How excited you two were, for it.
Ron
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“No-“ He gasped. “Really-? No-! Are you-? No-“ Was like he was trapped in a loop, as he now paced around your living room. Looking at you, before looking at his feet, then repeating. As if every time he made a full pace, he turned. You had to admit, was pretty adorable. Figured news like this would make your Auror husband short circuit a bit. You let him pace, with a smile. Just grinning, as he was trying to register it all. Suppose work fatigue makes anyone’s brain mush. Especially a job like his. You would watch him pace, until his brain was finally registering that YEP you are indeed pregnant. “Bloody hell….IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” His face was beaming, before he was stealing you into his arms. He was exhausted, but not tired enough to not huggle and cuddle. “We need to tells ‘Mione and Harry-! Oh those two will be so excited-!” He beams. Uncle Harry and Auntie Hermione. He was going to crush you, you swore, if he kept being so happy. “Blimey, guess that over time is finally coming in handy.” You hated his over time, but he had a point. Now you two had a secure start. That had you relax a little more. “Hope Harry doesn’t mine if I slow down on my career a little.” You would stroke his hair, and pecked his cheek. “He’s Harry. I’m doubtful he will be made you want to not be dead on a side walk, and leave me a single parent.” You snorted. “Yeah, probably doesn’t want history repeating.” Morbid, but point proven. “Gonna be a dad-“ He kept smiling, as he pulled you into his lap. Unable to stop holding you close. He was so happy, and you were all the same. Your family.
Ginny
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“SHUT UP-!” She gasped, as she was looking towards the Quidditch stands. No way was she seeing what she was seeing. Your wife just won the first game of the season, and she was looking straight at you. In the VIP seats, and holding up a sign. I’m Pregnant. In bold and colorful letters, so she couldn’t miss it. “NO WAY-!” Ginny kept screaming, as her team mates looked over, as they were shaking hands with the enemy team. “What’s up?!” One of them asked. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” Ginny cheered, as that had all the broomstick flyers stare towards where her eyes looked. “CONGRATS-!” The enemy seeker said, with a clap. Good sportsmanship. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” What a way to start her quidditch season. The first win, and the fact she’s going to be a mom. “Well, go and fly over-!” A team mate smacked her back, and she wasn’t needed to told twice. The fans went nuts, with famous Quidditch Star Ginny Weasley was flying towards the stands. Right to you, and nearly tackling you down in the box. The fellow VIP seaters clapped for you two, as she planted a big kiss on you. Tears in the corner of her eyes, as she hugged you tightly. “You knew I would win, didn’t you?” She asked. “No, but I mean what better way to recover from a loss?” That had her smack your shoulder, but she was soon was wiping her eyes on her gloves. “Oh fuck, look at me. Crying like a girl-“ She joked, as she sniffled. She was so happy, and you were as well. She just couldn’t contain her joy. Her, you, and your own little precious snitch. What more could a girl want?
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Fred and George x male dragon animagus reader who can tell them apart and takes part in their shenanigans and scares off anyone who gets too pissed over a prank
he often hoards lots of his shit in his bed and never makes his bed so it’s just a nest and all of his personal stuff that is in his trunk a has all sorts of nasty hexes to keep sticky hands out
often lets the boys play with his hair since it’s so long and doesn’t bother to do much of anything with it other than brush it out
Ah yes. The Weasley twins. My favorite characters in the whole Harry Potter series honestly. My favorite appearance of the twins is in the Goblet of Fire. They looked so good with their shoulder length red hair. Hope you enjoy though.
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When the twins found out (Name) McGonagall could transform into his animagus form they were over joked. Especially when he said his patronus was a Dragon. They were expecting a huge fire breathing dragon. Not the tiny dragon that was curled up in his "nest".
See (Name) sleeps in his trunk. That has many spells and hexs casted on it. (Name) didn't like anyone coming into his trunk which he explained is his "safe place". So when a prank goes wrong the twins always comes to his trunk since they're allowed in. They're some of the very few allowed in his trunk, since (Name) only lets those he trusts inside.
Which consists of his mom, the twins, and the golden trio. (Name) doesn't really have friends since he was always getting the twins out of trouble. Or he was getting in trouble for either joining the twins, or is growling at students that bother the twins. Like when Draco Malfoy was bothering the Weasley's about their father.
If the twins hadn't calmed him down their would've been more the just Draco's robs that'd been caught on fire. That's when the boys had cornered (Name) about the reason he could breath fire. Which led to him explaining how his mother helped him over the summer to turn in his animagus form.
The twins stared at his bed and grimaced. (Name) was always hoarding stuff in his "nest". He was always hoarding stuff like almost anything shiny, fuzzy and fluffy stuff(that's where the twins always find their sweaters), and important things. One time (Name) even tried to put the twins in his nest.
Well he sort of succeeded cause, when McGonagall was looking them she found the trio passed out. In the nest. According to George, (Name) had gone to his dragon mind set and semi forced them into the nest. (Name) had felt so bad about it. But they were able to calm him down quickly by playing with his hair.
That was something they found out in one of their first year's at Hogwarts. (Name) had fallen asleep in Muggle studies and Fred saw that he was having a nightmare. So when rubbed his head and ran his fingers through his hair it was like he calmed immediately. So now when (Name) looks like he's going to snap or he's in his depressed mode, the twins play with his hair. Which has gotten quite longer over the years.
But the thing that surprised them the most is the fact that (Name) had been able to tell them apart. He has since their first year. So now when someone needs a certain twin (Name) is the person they go to. Although (Name) does join in with the twins pranking. So sometimes he'll send them to the wrong twin on purpose. It annoys many but the trio enjoys it. A lot.
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"you're really red right now." with george weasley? and congrats on 150! 🥳
thank you sm for the request! <3 (wc: 851)
Swinging under the restricted access rope, you climb the stairs to the twins’ annex two at a time. Behind you, the store is mostly quiet, except for Fred’s loud singing as he feeds the pygmy puffs.
The banister is creaky when you lean on it, so you’re sure George can hear you coming. His door is open, so you let yourself in, announcing yourself with a rap on the stained pine trim.
“Fred says you’re hiding, but I can’t imagine what from,” you say instead of hello. “Certainly not me, I hope?”
George glances away from his books, halfway through a bite of takeaway. His mouth stills its chewing as he blinks owlishly at you. His hair is all askew, likely from tugging at it in concentration, and he has a tiny speck of sauce on his chin. You’d probably find it embarrassing if you didn’t like him so much.
“Sorry, hello,” you amend, realizing you caught him unawares. He remains frozen, though his jaw starts working to rid itself of the food that’s keeping him silent.
“Hi,” he ekes out, “on your break, are you?”
You hum affirmatively, coming around his desk to converse more privately with him.
“Yeah, and I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this idea I have for a product we could release near Christmas,” you ramble, leaning a hip against his desk and crossing your arms. George is staring up at you like you’re a star he’s never seen before. “A red-hot cocoa. We could infuse dragon peppers into the mix—to make it really spicy, yknow?”
George doesn’t look too convinced. If anything, he looks like he hasn’t heard you at all.
“I know it’s sort of similar to flaming fudge, but I thought the effect of making it themselves might add intrigue for customers,” you continue, starting to feel a little bit embarrassed.
Silence stretches just long enough to be uncomfortable, emphasized by an especially loud zzzzzziiiiiip from downstairs.
Biting your lip, you wince. “George?”
He blinks, seeming to come alive again, somewhat.
“Did you do something to your hair?” he asks out of the blue.
You frown. “You didn’t hear what I said, did you?”
To his credit, George looks terribly guilty in the face of your accusation. He takes it in stride, too, despite being every color of wrong.
“Is that what you were telling me about?” he asks.
Sighing, you take his loosened tie and shake it around in teasing frustration. There was a time when doing something as familiar as that would make you feel unprofessional, but you know better now.
“No. I was telling you about my idea for a new product.”
George’s mouth opens and closes silently, searching for words. He looks hot around the collar, from embarrassment or flustering or both. You like to tease him like this, because upon meeting him, he didn’t seem the type to be fazed by flirting at all.
Feeling maniacal, you take the opportunity to wipe away the food still on his chin, letting your touch linger a hair longer than necessary. The color in George’s neck shoots up to his pale cheeks, giving him the hue of a ripe strawberry.
“Merlin, George,” you muster through a grin, “you’re really red right now.”
He ducks his head then, ardently avoiding any inch of you he can. Cursing, he presses the backs of his hands to his cheeks to cool them.
“Sorry.” He steals a glance at you, his brows furrowed in what might be confusion. “Remind me what your idea was?”
You accommodate him, running the idea past him again, with more confidence this time. You don’t mind wasting your break away talking, at least not with George.
“Hot cocoa,” he repeats, rubbing his chin. You weren’t expecting a promotion or anything, but his mild response worries you. “We could workshop it together, yeah?”
“Sure,” you say, nerves winding tight in your chest. “If you’re not too busy.”
“Honestly, I haven’t done any work since an hour ago,” he admits. “Is it busy downstairs?”
You strain to listen past George’s office, down the stairs in the popular shop. It’s easy to make out the fizzing lightning effects and the siren-like sounds that engulf the love potion display, but any real crowd bustle is absent.
“Hardly,” you say.
George pushes up from his chair, making for his door. “Good,” he says, “we can start now.”
He closes the heavy door, and then retrieves a cauldron and hauls it over to his desk. Before he sets it down, though, he holds it up in front of your face.
“In case you were wondering why I thought you did something to your hair,” he explains, “it’s because someone did something to your hair.”
In the warped reflection on the brass cauldron you can see yourself—and your flaming pink hair.
“Merlin, I look like Tonks.”
George laughs at that, dropping the heavy basin onto the rich mahogany table. He doubles back to his shelves again to collect some ingredients.
“Any idea who did it?” he prompts.
You roll your eyes.
“Yeah. He looks a lot like you.”
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specialsituationsgroup · 10 months
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Lego Discworld - Patrician's Palace
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Patrician's palace exterior with Ankh-Morpork coat of arms. Giant beehive / pidgeon roost / clack's tower on roof. Statue of old Stoneface and hoho in front. City catacombs under the surface.
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Palace interior with secret passage. Palace garden with lilac bush and BS Johnson's exploding fountain. Ginger tom and unprofitable butterfly.
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Patrician's palace, closed, front.
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Havelock Vetinari, Wuffles and Igor in the puke green room. Includes candle stub on nightstand and candle stick hidden in the chest of drawers.
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Mr Pump in Vetinari's study. Incudes a crossword puzzle/thud board, music sheet and the manuscript of The Servant.
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Leonard of Quirm, Sybil Ramkin, Erol and Rufus Drumknott in Leonard's atelier. Includes the model of the Kite, device for removing mountains, internal combustion kettle, scultping and painting equipment, and Vetinari's portrait.
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Library / secret passage. Includes Oswald, modle of the disc and a death mask / head for young Vetinari.
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The low king of Dwarves in the Oblong office. Includes Vetinari's and Drumknott's desks, "world's best boss" mug, and dog biscuit.
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Commander Vimes, Angua von Uberwald and lord Rust in the Rat's chamber. Includes sprig of lilac, old Stoneface's axe, and Angua's collar / stygium ring.
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Otto Chirk and palace guard in the waitng room / entrance / throne room / ball room. Inclues Vetinari's clock and the gilded throne of Ankh.
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Palace Cook / Glenda Sugerbean / Grace Speaker / Interchangable Emma and food taster / Young Sam in the Kitchen. Includes bread, water and hardboiled egg. Roasting salmon, caviar and goblet of blood. Wine, cheese and a spoon.
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Foul ole Ron and Rincewind in the treasury. Includes snake and scorpion. Paper money, Agatean gold coin and a head of cabage.
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Tears of the mushtoom and Detritus in the saferoom / bathroom. Includes matress and shaving equipment. Bathtub, chamber pot with nightsoil, and shoft lavatory paper.
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Moist in the janitor's closet / botomless pit. Includes trap door and chain for mimes. Stoker Blake's shovel and the Sweeper's broom.
Death / mime and death of rats / rat spy in the dungeon. Includes barred door, Dwarven locks, and a plaque inscribed learn the words.
Possible minifig permutations, with acessories:
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Charlie, assasin Vetinari, Patrician Vetinari, Stoker Blake
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Drumknott, Vetinari, Adora Dearheart, Albert Spangler.
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Vimes under the Summoning Dark, young constable Vimes, Commander Vimes, Sargent Keel, Sir Samuel the duke of Anhk.
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BLT Sybil, Dragonbreeder Sybil, dwarf opera Sybil.
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Buggy Swires, Nobby Nobs, Fred Colon, Angua von Uberwald, Carrot Ironfounderson. Commander Vimes, Reg Shoe, Cuddy, Cherry.
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Groat, Moist, Stanley
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Ponder Stibbons, Mustrum Ridcully and Rincewind
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Mrs Rosie Palm, lady Sybil Ramkin, madam Roberta Mersole
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Otto Chirk, Margolata von Ubervald, dragon king of arms
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Dragon king of arms, lord Rust, mr Pin and mr Tulip, Reacher Gilt, mr Slant, lord Downey
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Low king of dwarves, Bashful Bashfullson, Cuddy, Cherry
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Buggy Swires, Tears of the Musroom, Of the lathe the swarf
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romerona · 4 months
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Dragon Breath.
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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.
Or
ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ.
Harry James Potter x OC
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𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛!
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗?"
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Marauders Alive. Wolfstar. LGBTQ content. Year 3 -- After Hogwarts.
On Wattpad as TessaRyoung.
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   "How is my second favourite Potter doing?"  Fred Weasley called, sliding next to Harry on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room with a familiar look on his face that told Harry too much and too little.
George took the seat on Harry's other side, sporting the same grin and twinkling eyes as his twin. "Not knocking out anyone today, have you?"
"The day's still young, there's still plenty of time," Fred added to his brother's question.
Harry turns his gaze away from the game of exploding Snap game he was playing with Ron, his emerald eyes softly narrowing with suspicion and hesitant mistrust. He has seen that look enough times to know it's usually followed by trouble.
"Sod off, the both of you," Ron scowls at his brothers who didn't pay him any mind, instead they both were grinning at Harry.
"What do you want?" Harry deadpanned. If his suspicions are right then they were probably after his father's map.
George turns towards his twin, inquiring. "Do we want anything, Fred?"
"Other than give our second favourite Potter a heads up? Nothing George," Fred answered his brother, turning his gaze towards Harry whose frowns deepened.
"What are you on about?" Ron asks, looking between his brothers, mirroring Harry's suspicious frown.
The twins shared yet another waggish look much to Harry's and Ron's concern. 
With a hint of exasperation, Harry looks between the red-headed twins and asks. "What is it?"
"Did you know your lovely lady has a fan club?"  
"And it not just you?"
Harry blinks, confused. "What?"
"Emerson," Fred clarifies as if Harry didn't know already who they were speaking of. "She has suitors lining up to her."
Well, that was to expect, isn't it? Harry thought. Love Emerson is walking art, only to be gazed upon, to be admired and loved.
Before he could say anything, George continued adding to his brother's statement. "And we happen to know she has been asked out to Hogsmeade and she said yes."
Harry blinks again. The information processed through his mind, slowly but surely. 'Someone is taking her on a date to Hogsmeade? And it's not me?' He felt his stomach twisting and turning restlessly. He feels off. His chest is painfully tight. Harry has half the mind to get up and demand Madam Pomfrey figure out what is wrong with him because he feels like he's about to have a right fit. This new bomb of information the twins dropped was settling an awful sickening feeling on his bowls that was transitioning to his chest and then his throat, something was climbing out.
At the tight lip, crimson cheeks, and stoic face of his friend, Ron hesitantly asks. "How do you know this?"
George shrugged, turning to his youngest brother. "We heard Ernie Mcmillan boast about it with his friends earlier today."
"Mcmillan?" Harry scoffs, finding his voice whilst jolting from his seat as if the red soft fabric of the sofa was burning his buttocks. "She's going on a date with sodding Ernie Mcmillan?" 
"Apparently so, we heard him say that she was delighted to accept, that she practically jump at the chance to go on a date with him," Fred told him twisting imaginary long hair with a dreamy look on his face, a bit theatrical in Harry's opinion. Truly, he's just repulsed at the thought of her getting swooned by Mcmillan.
Harry snits, his eyebrows scrunching together vexingly. He doubts that's the case because, for one, he has never seen Love and Mcmillan together or interact in any form, not ever. Second, the idea of Love jumping at the opportunity to date Mcmillan is laughable, Mcmillan, the same Hufflepuff boy who was spreading rumours about Harry last year, boasting as if he was such a catch, please,  Love is way out of the Hufflepuff's league, she was way out of everyone league, even his. The idea of Love ever wanting to go on a date with people such as Ernie Mcmillan was simply rubbish.
"How do we know that's true?" Ron asks, voicing a quarter of Harry's thoughts for his head is somewhere else.
Fred shrugged, relaxing down on the sofa, letting his feet take the place Harry was sitting moments ago, "He sounded too excited for it not to be real, he said he is planning on taking her to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop."
"A tea shop?" Scoffs Ron as if it was a comical idea to visit a tea shop in Hogsmeade.
"Not just any tea shop, ickle Ronnikins," George sat down next to his twin, he had a small grin. His eyes slither from his younger brother to Harry, "Puddifoot's Tea Shop is a place where couples usually go to where they serve you tea with cute little cakes to share with your partner. Quite a romantic atmosphere for a first day, that is." 
"I need to go," Harry mumbled to Ron after feeling his insides twisting once again. Once there he opened his trunk and pulled out the famous Marauders Map, hardly listening to Seamus and Dean's greetings, the two other boys he share a dormitory with. He grabbed the map and sat on his bed, closing the blinds for privacy.
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," Harry whispers, tapping his wand on the parchment.
Soon, the blank pages began to reveal themselves as what they really were. Harry swiftly opened it and began his search for the one girl he typically looks for when using the Map,-- not that he did it often, not at all if anything he hardly uses the map that's why he let Fred and George borrow it but... and sure when he does use it he may try to spot her on it but just out of curiosity, this time, however, he needed to find her because he needed to speak to her about Ernie, give his knowingly unasked opinion about him and how she is way too good for the likes of him– it took Harry a few seconds but he found her, she was in her common room, the feet next to hers where Padma Patil and Emmanuel Salazar.
Perfect.
Harry went to move out of his bed but stopped dead in his tracks, reality snapping into place, and all the memories coming back like a slap to the face. How is he supposed to do that? How is he supposed to go to the Ravenclaw tower, call her and say all those things when he hasn't even apologised for knocking her out? What would she think of him if he did? What does she think about him now?
Harry sighed, slumping on back his bed, the feeling in his chest was still very much present. He looks back at the map, watching her feet move from the common room to the dormitories, thinking back to the way she smiled at him moments before the catastrophe... Merlin knew those were about one of the best moments in his young life but regardless of what he felt, of what he knows about Love, he is not entitled to dictate who she can go out with, no matter how much it bothers him not to mention that If he did think to do something like that, his mother, who since little had thought him to respect women, would be beyond disappointed with him, his life is too difficult right now to add maternal disappointment to the list.
Harry placed his arm over his eyes when his mind forced him to relieve that mortifying moment yet again and grumbled to himself in defeat and resignation when suddenly, he heard Dean exclaim in disdain.
"Bloody hell, Seamus, when was the last time you brush your teeth, mate?"
His voice sounded nasal, not his usual tone but rather as if he was plugging his nose.
"Oh, me Mam send me some dragon tartare, her speciality, quite good but leaves you reeking for hours, they do," Seamus told Dean, and after a moment he asked. "Want one?"
"Not particularly feeling like eating one, no," 
"If you change your mind, I'll leave them on my trunk"
"Won't they go bad?"
"Only after two months or so, dragon meat doesn't rot quickly,"
His mother may have thought him not to disrespect women but his father also thought him a few things too one of which was always to speak your mind, perhaps he doesn't need to say anything to Love to get her to understand Ernie Mcmillan isn't right for her in any type of way, he could simply show her...
"Hey, Seamus," Harry opened his curtains making the two boys snap their heads his way, "You reckon I can have one?"
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"I still can't believe you chose sodding Mcmillan over us," Emmanuel huffs lowly under his breath, but due to Love's closeness she still heard him clear as a summer day, and even if she hadn't, Love already has an idea what he could have been mumbling about. 
"Well, believe it, she ditches us for a man," Padma made a noise from the back of her throat, making a few fellows Ravenclaws send her a weird look, "A man, of all things,"
Let's just say her friends didn't enjoy her sudden change of plans and they made it known, even now, as they walk to the entrance to meet the rest of the third years to go to Hogsmeade.
Love purses her lips, sending her a pleading look, she didn't enjoy making her friends feel pushed aside like that, "Don't be like that, I promise we can go back to Hogsmeade tomorrow and hang out."
"You see Love, I don't know if I should believe you, because you also promise to go with us today but here we are..." Padma sends her a soft glare, crossing her arms a bit too dramatically.
"Padma–" Love groans but was cut off by Emma.
"Not to mention we had plans, to meet places and shops and sodding hunted shacks but if we go tomorrow it won't be the same," The boy huffs, his eyes refusing on meeting Love's, he kept his glare straight ahead.
"I said it once and I'll say it again. The disrespect is outstanding." Padma pronounces every single syllable of that word.
"I'm sorry, okay," Love huffs exasperatedly, halting on her steps. She looked between Padma and Emma with a frown as they force to stop as well, Emanuel's glare was still not meeting her eyes whilst Padma had a very narrow eye look directed towards her. "I am sorry, it was not on my plans to get asked out but it happened and I– I can't change that now, not when we are literally about to arrive at the entrance,"
She sighs, Love felt guilty, she hated breaking promises like that and letting her friends down but what's done it's done and the guilt mixed with the ever-growing anxiety she was feeling at the moment was making her feel physically sick but, despite it all, despite how she at first dreaded the thought... "This is my first date, and I wish to enjoy it," she looked between them again, "And I also wish my friends felt a little excited for me, even if it is not the most ideal time,"
There was a moment of silence, and people continue to walk around them, some throwing odd looks, others not even glancing at them, Love would have felt a bit embarrassed had she cared for their opinion more than solving her current problem with her friends but she didn't. She waited as the seconds of dire silence draw out until Padma sighed and step towards Love, she sends her a small guilty smile vanishing a bit of the tension that was drowning Love.
"I do feel a little hurt but I was just being a bit dramatic, I'm sorry," 
Love smiled back at her as Padma threw an arm around her shoulders giving her a comforting squeeze and before she could say anything back to her best friend, Emmanuel grabbed her attention.
"You are right," He pursed his lips, and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at his dirty black Converse. "It is definitely not an ideal time to go on a date."
"Emma," Padma hissed, slapping his arm.
He rolled his eyes and then his brown eyes finally gaze up to meet hers, "But I guess, once your date is over, we can go back tomorrow, after all, it's not the place but the company that makes things better, right?"
Love's smile widen as she jumped forward and enveloped him in a tight hug. "I knew you could forgive me," She smack a kiss on his cheek.
Emmanuel groaned but Love could hear a few low chuckles as he weakly tried to get her off of him. "Barely, so don't let it happen again, now get off me, you sod."
When she finally did, Padma intertwined her arms with Emma and then Love, before continuing their walk to the entrance.
"And I can't wait for the insight after the date, because you have to tell us everything and I mean every single detail, Love," Padma said, squeezing her arm a bit.
Emmanuel made a disgusted face, "I mean you can omit a few details if you know what I mean,"
"Absolutely not, those are the most important ones,"
"No, they are not,"
Padma sighs tiredly, shaking her head. "Emma, just because you have no understanding of romance doesn't mean I ought to be deprived of them,"
"You are not the one going on a date, Padma," Emma's unamused stare turns into faux confusion when he turns to his friend, "You know that right?"
"Even better, mama loves some hot gossip," she wiggles her shoulders.
Love chuckled, she felt a gorilla-like weight being lifted from her shoulders as her friends continue to banter, but no matter how relief she is that everything is back to normal with her friends, a new heavy weight settled in like it was just waiting for the moment to pound on her. The guilt was gone but the anxiety not only took its place, it doubled down. And love could recognise it, it was the anxiety she had been ignoring for the past few days. It came back to be acknowledged and she has no choice but to listen.
Oh, god!! This was her first date. Love feels her stomach twist in itself.
She heard it before she saw it, the entrance hall was erupting with students from every house, most of them being third years, they were chatting among themselves, they were loud and raucous. The excitement of the students could be palpable as she, Emmanuel and Padma walk down the marble stairs, ignoring Filch, the caretaker, who was standing inside the front doors, peered with obnoxious suspicion into their faces before checking off their names against a long list. How did he know who they were was a mystery to her but he did.
Love gulped as she stared at the many faces, she bit her lower lip, unconsciously tightening her hold on Padma's arm.
"Hey, Love,"
She turns to her friend. Padma was grinning down at her, she let go of Emma and turn to face Love fully, she grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little, her bangles clanging, "Shake off that nervousness, you're just wasting mental energy because there's nothing to be nervous about, okay?"
Love lets out a breath, her eyes meeting Padma's calm brown making her relax even just a little but certainly not enough to actually make her chest feel less tight.
"You are freaking Love Aurelia Emerson, get that through your thick skull, there's nothing to worry about,"
"I know..."
"No, you don't,"
"Yes, I do,"
Padma pointed one finger at her head, right in front of her eyes. "You have that look on your face, doesn't she Emma?"
"She does," Emma answered, who had been watching with knowing eyes, before turning to face her, "You do,"
"What look?" Love grabs Padma's finger moving it away as she looks between them.
"That face that you make before starting to catastrophize,"
Love scoffs, forcing a frown on her brows, "I do not catastrophize,"
"You do," Padma and Emmanuel answer in unison.
It seems that the only time they get along is either with Quidditch or when mugging her off. Love shakes her head."Unbelievable,"
"Love," A familiar yet unfamiliar voice called. "There you are,"
All that anxiety she had forgotten when talking to her friends return like a wave to the shore. Love turn from Padma and Emmanuel to face Ernie, he looked nice, his blonde hair combed back, Love thought he was rather cute in his brown trousers and canary yellow vest over his white shirt, he has a nice smile but it was a bit too tense, Love notice, and immediately, she couldn't help but to think back at all her choices before that moment.
"Ernie, hi," Love tried her best for her smile to come out as naturally as possible. "You look very nice,"
Ernie looked down at his clothes. "Ah, thank you, I wasn't sure about the shoes but they are rather comfortable, and I heard we are going to have to do a wee bit of walking,"
"They are nice," Love glances down at the brown shoes. She didn't voice it but his shoes reminded her of the shoes her abuelito wear to church every Sunday.
There was a moment of awkward silence. Love wasn't one of those people to expect compliments from people but she had to say she was very disappointed when instead of nice words about her outfit that she had spent hours working on, cursing Hogwarts for not having phones and keeping her from calling her sister for help, making a mess out of her room, came;
"Ah, and I believe you know Justin Finch-Fletchley," He looked to his side where the other Hufflepuff boy was uncomfortably standing, Love hadn't noticed him until now.
"Not personally but I heard of him," Love smile at the boy who smile back, and he pushed his hand out for her to shake.
Justin nodded in acknowledgement. "As I have heard of you,"
"Good things, I hope." Love chuckles playfully, using that same line she had heard people use in films.
"Well, my father works for your mum's company," Justin told her, making Love look at him in surprise. "He has worked there for years, almost twenty years, I believe,"
"Oh, he must be a great employee if he's been there that long," Love said with a pleasant smile, not knowing what else to say to Justin's sudden information. She glance at Ernie and he had a confused frown on his face, and instead of explaining she turn to her friends who had been watching it all in silence. She caught both of their eyes, there was a look they all shared. 'This is awkward' "And these are my friends,"
"Padma Patil," Padma stick her hand out with a flirty grin. Both boys shook it, Justin turning a bit pink when she winks at him when he let go of her hand before pushing Emma a bit forward, "And this is Emmanuel Salazar,"
Emma gave them a tight smile before returning his face to neutral.
"Salazar you say?" Ernie shared a look with Justin, though, Love couldn't unravel the meaning behind it.
"You couldn't possibly–"
Emmanuel huffs hotly, "No, no relations."
"Right, it's just that–"
"Alright, everyone, be silence," McGonagall's voice echoes through the hall, making everyone cease their chattering. "Now remember, these visits to Hogsmeade village are a privilege, should your behaviour reflects poorly on the school in any way that privilege shall not be extended again."
The old professor glances down at them from the top of the marble stairs, her intense gaze seemed to be scrutinising every single one of them as if to spot the ones who were most definitely going to cause trouble.
"Oh, come on, come on, let's go already," Padma impatiently groaned only for the one near her to listen.
"The carriages will be available all day until five, if you arrive after that you shall get detention. Shall you need any assistance, look for your house prefects or head boy and head girl, they are instructed to assist you with whatever you need throughout the day. Now without further delaying, let us enjoy the day,"
"Finally,"
There was a buzz emanating from everyone as the words left McGonagall's mouth and they all made their way to the awaiting carriages, the same old carriages they use when travelling to the station to the school.
"Eager for another running with a dementor, Potter?" Draco's mocking voice made her unwillingly snap her head to the side. There he was, cackling with Crabbe and Goyle as the two massive boys pretended to pass out for Draco's amusement, the only other third-year Slytherin laughing was Pansy Parkinson, the others were more preoccupied with finding a carriage.
Love couldn't help but purse her lips to keep her displeasure for him buried deep in her mind.
The thing about Draco Malfoy was that he's just like a snake, meaning that when feeling threatened he's bound to attack. He attacks and then he thinks of the consequences once the venom has spread upon its victim. Draco has lived a life where most people in it had to agree with him, but also be agreeable to be accepted in his society. To be admired by those around him and never look down upon like those other 'traitors' as he was thought to call them. He was surrounded by people who positively live by that day by day like his father, Lucius, he was the man Draco aspires to be. Why would he possibly be different when people like his father and those he surrounded himself with have all that power and money he was thought to be so important? There was a time he thought most people if given a choice would choose a life like his, however, Draco came to the shock that the life that he lived was not suited for Hogwarts, where he encountered people who think differently than he does, people that look down upon his views and him. When he got to Hogwarts he got a glimpse at a world where money and power could only take him so far and he struggles to understand that.
So, of course, Draco can't seem to comprehend why Love isn't on his side, and while all she did was try to make him see reason, all Draco saw was her pillorying him and that was simply unacceptable to him so he attacked but, regardless of how hurtful he was, here she is, stubbornly waiting for him to come up to her and make up a half-apology because each time something like this happens, which was more often than she would willingly admit, all she sees is a reaction of years of habit and she couldn't blame him for the way he was raised. La cabra siempre tira al monte. Old habits die hard. Draco is her friend, despite it all and she firmly believes he has the capacity for growth so she won't give up on that hope yet, not for a small mistake like this.
"Shall we all take one together?" Asked Justin, as they arrived at the carriages.
Padam chuckles, sending him a look over her shoulder, "Want to spend more time with me, eh?"
Justin's cheeks once again turn crimson, "I- well,- It's - "
"If we are sharing I suggest we take that carriage before anyone else does," Emmanuel said pointing at the last carriage which thankfully and conveniently was near to them.
"Shifted, people," Padma grabbed Love's and Emma's hands and sped walk to the carriage, forcing the two Hufflepuff to scramble after them and into the smelly wagon.
"I'm proper excited to see Hogsmeade, aren't you?" Padma asks, looking between the boys.
"How couldn't we?" Justin responded amicably, his smile widening as the carriage began to move. "We have heard so much about Hogsmeade from older students, I can hardly wait." 
"What are you most excited to visit?" Padma asks.
"Well, I haven't thought about it, I suppose Honeydukes would be a great choice to start with, would it?" 
Ernie had a grin on his face, his gaze slithering to Love, he lean forward and whisper. "I'm the most excited to spend it with you,"
Love can't stop the chuckles that left her, feeling her face heat up. His flattery however was not working on easing up her nerves.
"Oh yes, I have a mental list of what I want to get starting with chocolate frogs, obviously..." Padma's voice trails off as a wave of coldness washes over all of them. Love saw a shadow figure pass right by them through the small window as the carriage cross the gates of the school the closes place to the school where the Dementors were allowed to be.
Love unintentionally shudders at their presence. The dread took hold of her for a short moment before it went away.
"For Helga's grace!! How awful those things are," Ernie breathes out, trying to shake off the aftereffects of the creatures.
"Truly, I still can't believe they let them near Hogwarts." Padma huffs, shaking her head. "Anyways, where was I- uh..."
"Chocolate frogs." Emmanuel mumbles, crossing his arms and looking out the window.
"Right, I want chocolate frogs, nougats, sugar quills...."
The last of the ride went by quickly, Padma doing most of the talking, she was telling them a very detailed list of what she wanted to get from the sweet shop, Emma continue to stare at the window quietly, Love adding to Padma's rant a few times, and the two Hufflepuff boys speaking every once in a while.
When the carriage stops they all but jump out of it. Ernie, like a gentleman, tried to give Love his hand to help her out but before she could, Emmanuel pushed her out mumbling about the carriage odour but Love knew better, he was just really excited to be in Hogsmeade and did not has the patience for Ernie's attempts of wooing and if Love was being honest, she didn't either, at least not at the moment.
"This is so cool," Padma said as she took in the wizarding village like the rest of them and Love couldn't agree more, everywhere she looked from the cottages to the colourful shops to the mass of students walking about excitedly was nothing short but wonderful. This is exactly how she imagine how an all-wizard was supposed to look, straight out of a tale.
But that view was changed when a hand was lifted in front of her, "Shall we?"
Love glanced at the hand and smile up at Ernie, once again being filled with nerves, she place her hand on his, hoping it wasn't clammy and nodded. "We shall," She turns to Emma and Padma both already looking at her, not even being a little discreet. Love sent them a more genuine smile, "I'll see you two later,"
Emma nodded, sending her a small reassuring smile. "Be careful."
"Of course, you go enjoy yourself," Padma chuckles, winking at her before turning to Ernie less friendly, she pointed a finger at him, "You better make sure she has a great day, Ernie, or else I'll hit you with a brick, a heavy one too."
"Right," Ernie chuckles awkwardly, he glances at Justin who nodded as if saying 'see you later,'  he clears his throat before looking down at Love, "Let's go,"
And with that they were off into the village, walking through the cobble busy street, hand in hand.
"So, where do you want to go first?" Love asks, her eyes trailing over the several shops, glazing at the things in the windows for only a brief moment for Ernie kept a steady pace, never stopping. He seemed to be looking for something. "Oh, is that Zonkos? Why don't we–"
"I actually planned for us to do a few things, I hope you don't mind," He told her, glancing at her with a small apologetic smile. 
"Oh, n-no, not at all, it's fine," Love smile back at him. She was rather surprised he had plans for them, she thought they would just hang out and explore, go into a few shops, and perhaps have lunch... she felt just a little disappointed and wished he had talked to her about it first but it's okay, it was a thoughtful action from his part, Ernie took time to plan the date and Love didn't want to ruin it.
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Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop was lovely. It was a small yet cosy tea shop, the decoration was rather amusing in Love's opinion, the tinkle of the bell when they walked in, the bows that went from side to side along the shop, the pink colour of the walls... 
"Lovely place, isn't it?" Ernie spoke taking her attention from the china sugar bowls.
"Yeah, kind of cute, the pink certainly sets the mood," Love chuckles, glancing at the kissing couple sitting next to them. It was no secret why Ernie chose Madam Puddifoot's Shop for their first date.
Ernie went pink, he clears his throat, looking down at his lacy napkins. "It is a bit crowdy, thought, but if you like it then I'll endure it,"
Love faked out a chuckle. She felt like Ernie was making it seem like he was here just for her, making her feel a bit guilty but he could have worded it wrong, after all, it was him who planned the date, if he didn't want to be here he wouldn't have come, right?
She clear her throat, deciding to just ignore her thought and indulge in the excitement of the first date. "So, is your owl back yet? Uh- what was her name? I don't think you told me. "
"Her name is Aella, greek for Whirlwind and yes, she's very fast as I've told you, she's one of the best breeds of owls there is," His eyes shinned with pride like they did the last the sake of his owl.
"She seems like a wonderful owl,"
"She is... and what about your– err–."
Love smiles thinking back at her beloved pet, "I have a toad, his name's Hoppy, well, actually is Hopper Hoopalong Lollihops but we all call him Hoppy,"
"Your pet is a toad?" Ernie looked rather surprised.
"Yes. Why?" Love chuckles confused, not understanding why that was so surprising, plenty of students own toads.
"Nothing, it's just that I imagine you with something more..." Ernie waves his hand trying to come up with the word. "Gentler like a cat or perhaps even a rat,"
"Toads can be gentle, Hoppy is ever a gentleman." Love shrugs with a grin.
Ernie scoffs, crossing his arms, "What kind of toad is he?"
"Kind?" Love asks, confused.
"Breed, what is his breed?"
"I... don't know, I just picked the one I liked,"
"Why?" Ernie shook his head, with a frown. "Don't you know when choosing a pet the breed of it it's important?"
Love huffs out a laugh, not taking him seriously. "What?"
"Yes, the breed can tell you a lot about their behaviour and how to take care of them mean, when I chose to get an owl as a pet I would have never chosen one just because they are pretty, I mean yes, I suppose appearance is important but they are not people to care about their beauty and dare I say that—"
Ernie went on a rant about why the breed is important, he wasn't just taking a piss, he went on and on about why choosing the best breed can be beneficial for oneself and what not, if she didn't know better she would have thought Ernie could have been one of those purebloods who glorify their pedigree. The topic of conversation went from owls to the Fwooper, which was okay if he had let her get to give her opinion about the bright magical birds, instead, he went on to explain what they were, probably thinking she didn't know about them. At one point in his rant, Love excuse herself to the toilet. 
The loo was just as she imagine, decorated with bows, two vanity tables with all a girl could need, and pink walls with just two stalls, one of which was occupated. Love didn't need to go to the loo, she just needed a moment to herself. 
The date was going well, Ernie's sweet and sure, maybe it was a little boring but it could be worst. Love looked at herself in the mirror, tilting her head down at her clothes wishing she could have called Kiara, maybe Ernie would have said something about it if she had her sister's help, then her gaze travelled to her hair, did she brush her hair nicely? She did try her best to give it a bit of shape, though with hairpins she somehow manage to style it like those girls from the magazines.
"Shit. Shit. Shit."
Love frowns as she heard the girl from inside the stall, looking at the closed pink wooden door through the mirror.
"Fuck my life."
"Hello?" Love turns to face the door, "Are you all right?"
"Aye, mind your soddin' business, will ya?" The girl curses her off, her tone harsh as they come.
Love backs away from the door, a bit offended. "Right. Sorry, just wanted to help,"
"I ain't ask for it, innit?"
"You're right, my mistake," Love huffs, rolling her eyes, she went back to gaze herself in the mirror. People can be so damn rude for no reason.
Half satisfied with how she looked, Love turn to leave but just as she turned the door opened and the mysterious rude girl came out of it. Her brown eyes were narrow when her eyes settle on Love making her already sour face look grimmer.
"What the fuck are ya looking at?" She all but barked at her.
Love purses her lips, it will probably be unwise to say anything as the girl looked older than she is, maybe a fifth year, her feature are certainly mature, the slope of her nose and high cheekbones... she had a rough edge of her look but she was rather pretty, Love would have complemented her black curly hair as it was put on a nice bum but the girl made it known she didn't appreciate her voice or opinions.
"I was just leaving," Love mumbled, as she finally turn around to leave the girl came out of the stall Love caught the sight of red on the girls white pants making her halt on her steps. It had to be what she thought it was.
"Oh, my days, ya wee shit," The girl turn to set her hard glare on her, and she took a few threatening steps towards her. "If ya continue to look at me, I will hex ya fuckin–"
"You have a stain," Love told the girl, she pointed at her pants.
The girl rolled her eyes so hard Love thought they would get stuck. "I know ya little fuck, now leave me alone, my day is already ruined, I ain't want to get expelled for cursin' a fuckin third year."
Love purses her lips in indignation, and with a huff she turned and left, cursing the girl in her head all she wanted to do was to help her but Love will leave her to do as she wants, she will leave her no matter if she... if she clearly needs her help,  Love only made it two steps out before she stubbornly turn back into the toilets. The girl had a deep frown on her face while she was holding her wand near the red stain looking at it through the mirror and trying to straighten herself when Love barge back in but she caught all of that.
The girl groans loudly, looking at the heavens. "Ya little–"
"Did you try a spell on it?" Love asks, motioning to the stain.
"It's not any of ya fuckin business," The girl snapped, pointing her wand at her.
Love, feeling a little frightened but hiding it well, took off her cardigan and hold it out for the girl to take. "Here. If the spell doesn't work you can use it to cover it."
"I ain't wearin' ya ugly jumper." The girl glare at her and the piece of clothing in her hand, however, there was more than just anger behind that glare, one Love could identify as confusion.
Love sighs, she moves to place the cardigan on top of the vanity table."It's just an option in case your spell isn't working, if you don't want to don't wear it."
"Why do ya care if I leave this bathroom with a stain on my flippin' pants," The girl hadn't dropped her glare but it did soften a tiny bit.
"Because I've been taught to help when needed," Love glanced at her before she once again made her way to the door, "And I am also a girl who looks out for other girls."
With that, she went back to her table, where the tea and food seems to have arrived. Ernie and she ordered something to share, a big plate with small cakes and pastries, she couldn't wait to try them... and it seems Ernie couldn't either for when she sat back down in front of him, he seems to be halfway through the plate.
"What took so long?" Ernie asks, drinking from his teacup after swallowing whatever cake was in his mouth.
Love glanced from the plate to him, the frown easing into a reluctant smile, "Oh, there was a queue for the toilet."
Ernie hums accepting the answer, he motions her cup of tea which she notices was full, "I served your tea, ginger, right?"
"Yes, thank you," Love took a sip of it, relishing how good it tasted, it's been a while since she drank ginger tea. She grabbed a pasty as Ernie went for the meaty small ball, "Are they good?"
Ernie nodded, shoving the small ball in his mouth, "Yes, there was this really good eclair, and the spinach patty, to die for."
"They do sound rather good, I've tried a few eclairs before and I have to say that no matter what they are always good," Love told him, taking a bite out of her cheesy pasty.
Suddenly the boy coughed, he hit his chest before taking a sip of his tea, making Love frown in worry, she leans forward. "Are you all right, Ernie?"
He swallowed the last of his tea and nodded, he smiles as he turns to face her, "I'm all right, Love, but I'm touched by your concern."
When the scent hit her nose, Love recoils to the back of her chair. What was that? Because holy shit.
"What?" Ernie asks, a frown forming on his face as he watches her actions.
Love opened her mouth to answer but words just don't seem to form as another round of stinkiness made its way to her nose. It didn't take a lot to know that it was Ernie's stink. How is she to tell him that his mouth smelled like something died in it and was rotting?
He asks again, leaning forward to whisper. "What is it, Love? Are you okay?"
Oh, God.
"Mhmm, yes all good," Love held her breath, leaning back into her chair as much as she could trying to look as subtle as possible.
"Are you positive?"
Love nodded, taking a large gulp of her tea, before exhaling on the cup and inhaling back again. The air wasn't clean in the cup but at least it didn't smell like... well, like Ernie. How did she not notice he smelled like that before? She had been in close proximity to him, there was no way she wouldn't have noticed it then so what change? When she looked up at Ernie once again, he was happily munchkin on the last of the pasties on the plate. At this point she didn't really care he ate all of them, her appetite was gone anyways.
"So, Justin said his father works for your mum," He swallowed the cake, looking at her he continue, "How's that?"
"Uh... well, my mum, she owns a company back in the muggle world," Love needed to exhale, she was practically choking. She took hold of her almost empty cup, swallowed what was left and exhaled as silently as she could before taking another long inhale.
"She does? Whoa, that's rather impressive, what is it about?"
"Energy," Love was slapped with another whiff of repugnant odour. It seems that even not breathing wasn't enough to escape what death probably smells like. "Jesus Bendito."
"What was that?" Ernie asks, puzzlement written on his face.
"I was just– I want to walk around for a bit, you know, look around the village," Love tells him, hoping that he agrees to leave so she could be in the open air.
Ernie frowns at her before looking around at the couples,  Love did the same however she couldn't really stare too long because most of them were snogging each other off, surprisingly she caught sight of the loo girl, setting in front of a handsome boy and wrapped around her waist was her cardigan and a smile on her face. If someone was going to have a pleasant rest of the day, it clearly wasn't Love. So she's glad she helps someone else to have one.
"Oh, well, if you wish but I thought we...uh could have gotten to know each other a bit better, without distractions and all," Ernie turned pink as he set his gaze on the teacup in his hands, and Love was sure she was matching his colour, maybe she was even sporting a tinge of purple in her cheeks, y'know, for the lack of air.
"Oh, come on Ernie, let's be adventurous," Love tried her best to smile as if she wasn't two seconds away from falling unconscious yet again this year. Now wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Ernie gaze at her for a moment before nodding, and getting up from his chair, "I'll go pay, you can wait outside if you–"
"Yes, I'll wait outside," In all but seconds, Love grabbed her bag and was out the door.
Love wheezes as she exhales, before inhaling again. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. She places her hands on her knees as she continues to take heavy breaths. This is the closes she has come to dying, Jesus knows that not even her brother's farts smell that bad and that is saying a lot.
Straightening up and leaning back into a wall, Love started to think, what happened? It surely had to be something he ate but what? Was it one of the pasties? No, obviously not, if Madam Puddifoot's sell something that made her customers' breath stank of all that's evil on this planet then she would be out of business in a month, hell, Love gives it a week before it shuts down. Because who in their right mind would sell something like that, the only other option was that it had to be a prank, someone was pranking Ernie, the poor boy, but why though? Ernie is well-liked, isn't he? She knows he's a bit popular among his peers, he's never been libellous against those who aren't from his house, at least not that knows of. Ernie's a good student, a good person, so why would anyone do this to him... or maybe it's not Ernie the prank it's directed at, maybe it's at her? Oh, Rowena what if it is her who the culprits wanted to prank? But why? What had she done? No, she hadn't done anything wrong. Maybe it's a prank from Ernie and his friends, like a dare of some sort? They dare him to ask her out and see how much she could handle of this new form of deathly torture. Ernie wouldn't do that, would he? He's nice... but then again what if all she knows about him is a lie. What if it is a dare and as soon as they part ways he'll go straight to his friends and laugh because she literally almost dies to avoid telling him he stinks and then the whole school is going to know and it's gouging to be her. That would be so humiliating. Stinky is going to be her new nickname, everyone will call her that... Love's stomach dropped, Professor Lupin will probably hear about it too, he'll think she stinks. She feels faint. Oh, Love needs to throw up. All those plans she made for becoming Mrs Lupin, all to the garbage, he'll never want to marry someone with the nickname of stinky.She's going to be single for the rest of her life. No one would want her. No one. She's going to be alone for the rest of her life. Not even Padma and Emmanuel. Oh, her best friends, she's going to be dragged down with her. Oh no no no. She couldn't do that to her friends but she knows they'll never leave her alone. She'll have to leave Hogwarts to protect them. They know where she lives so she can't even go to her family because they'll follow her there. She'll get a job somewhere to live away.... But Is she even going to get a job? Love knows how quickly rumours spread in the wizarding world. Who would hire someone whose nickname is Stinky? No one that's who. She'll be poor and with no place to live. She'll end up living in the mountains, alone and— 
"Love!!"
Her head snapped to the side where Ernie is looking at her worriedly.
"Are you all right? I called you like five times?"
She felt like she wanted to cry as another death-scented breath of air made its way into her nose. Merlin, she just can't tell him and she can't be the bitch that ends the date right after he paid for tea and cake but she can't spend another minute near him.
Love bottles her small thoughts up and smiles at him, "Yes, I'm good, now let's go,"
"Where do you want to–"
She, grudgingly, grabbed his hand and was practically speed walking, going from one store to another, only staying for a few minutes to see the basics and get the gist of what the store sells before moving to the next. Ernie tried to keep up with her, speaking to her whenever she slowed down, Love gave him a few short answers, always making sure to not sound rude but still being quick with her words before they speed walk to the next store.  
"Why don't we slow down a bit?" Ernie asks as they left Ceridwen's Cauldrons, pulling Love back by her hand forcing him to stop.
Love holds her breath and grins playfully, or at least she hopes that's the vibe she's giving on, "Because, silly Ernie we should walk to... get in shape, y'know, for all those calories from the cakes and pastries we ate."
"But–"
"Oh, is that a grocery shop for plants? How interesting." She pulled him back into walking, heading to The Magic Neep.
Sooner rather than later, they are done visiting most of the shops in Hogsmeade and inside the carriages. She'll never call them smelly again. Love stares out the window at the village thinking back to the stores she visited, the one they took a bit of time was Honeydukes, where they parted ways for a moment much to Love's relief, to get their sweets, Love bought two chocolate frogs and a single sugar quill, she would have probably gotten more things but Ernie insisted on paying and she didn't felt comfortable spending money that wasn't hers and two she wasn't in the right state of mind at the moment. And they also took time when they visited the post office, where they encountered hundreds of owls Ernie wouldn't stop speaking about Aella, pointing out that the breed of birds they use for the fastest owl which was colour-coded red, was the same breed as her but of course, his was faster. That was the third time in the day were Love was close to passing out. But Merlin did that boy adores his owl.
Thankfully, they had to share the carriage with some older students, two girls, (who didn't care much about them and talked all the way to the castle about one of the girl's boyfriends, he wanted to live with her after graduation but the girl wants to break up with him as soon because she started to fancy his friend who apparently fancies her back but not before her birthday because her boyfriend said he was going to buy her some pearl earrings) Geez, now that is very messed up. The two older girls' chat served as a distraction for both her and Ernie since neither of them talk and only bestow themselves into listening to the gossip. It wasn't until they were at the marble stairs that Love spoke.
"This has been nice," Love send him a smile, one that she wasn't sure was genuine as she knows now is the time she has to once again hold her breath.
Ernie nodded, smiling down at her, "It has, I really enjoy spending Hogsmaedes with you, Love."
"You were pretty great too," Love waves a dismissive hand.
"You really think so?" Ernie took a step closer.
No, please no. Step back.
Love nods, humming with a tight smile on her face. "Mhm, yeah, of course, anyways, Ernie, I really need to go because—"
"What? Now?" Ernie took another step closer and grabbed her hands in his, peering down at her, with big blue eyes. Step back, please. "Why? Let me walk you to your common room."
"Now that wouldn't be wise, would it?" Love took a step back, setting her hands free from the boy's hold. "Why go all the way up to the Ravenclaw tower when your common room is practically just around the corner?"
"Is what a gentleman does,"
"Ah, don't worry Ernie, I don't need a gentleman," Love chuckles, taking another step back, practically halfway into the castle.
"But–"
"I need to pee, Ernie!" Love almost shouted for the whole students to hear, but she was desperate to get away and in desperate times, desperate measures. "And I really need to go right now,"
Ernie blinks, his face turning red once again, Love doesn't understand why he's the one embarrassed in this situation but alas, it's proving to be successful. "Right, sorry, don't let me keep—"
"Bye, Ernie thanks for the tea and sweets,"
She was gone like the wind, finally free and if hadn't been for the fact that her name was called she would have forgotten about her little freakout.
"Miss Emerson,"
Turning, she came face to face with none other than James Potter, a renowned Auror and quite a  famous man for surviving Voldemort, along with his wife and son, Love was awfully confused about why he, of all people, was calling her name and smiling at her, his smile was so welcoming, Love felt oddly warm about it like his smile was a hug she would have a smile back if it hadn't been for the two-man next to him. One who had dark hair and strikingly grey eyes that shine with nothing but mischievousness, he had this aloofness attached to his persona that practically oozes out of him, he was rather handsome, both he and James were handsome but definitely not as handsome as Professor Remus Lupin, who was smiling warmly at her from next to James Potter... then the thought hit her. He's going to think she stinks if her prank theory proves itself to be correct. Of course, it's going to be correct, what kind of person goes around pranking Ernie of all people? He and his friends are probably pranking her, or maybe Ernie doesn't even know, in that case, they both got pranked but they'll go easy on him because he is their friend and he'll forget about it and forgive them because they are his friends after all, but that treatment would not be extended for her, and they'll make fun of her and she–
"Hey, Love Emerson, right?" James Potter continues to smile at her, his hazel eyes staring down at hers. "How are you doing, darling? All better I hope?"
Love purses her lips and nodded, before giving him a tight smile, she doesn't want to speak with anyone right now "I'm all right, Mr Potter but soon I won't be because I'll be probably living in a cave,"
She walks right past them, not even noticing the baffled look they all give her. She just couldn't face anyone right now. Love made her way to her common room in record time, even with all the students walking about in the hallways and stairs. She was itching to get to her room and sleep all day, all night until the music stops as the phrase says, indulging herself in the last moments of pace in Hogwarts before she becomes a pariah of society.
What is the end of everything?
It seems the eagle has taken notice of her mood and given her an easy riddle. Love didn't even need to think about it for the answer was right in the riddle. Without much waiting the door quickly opened, and Love all but bolted inside.
"Hey Love, how did–"
At Padma's voice, Love stopped and turn to where she was lounging with Emma on the sofas, both with massive bags of products from Zonkos, Honeydukes and who knows what else. She's going to miss them. She's going to miss time like this.
"I'm going to live in the forest, in a cave, and I'm going to miss you all so much,"
With that, she turns back and went straight to her dormitory. Thankfully, there was no one there so Love took her shoes off and just manage to climb into bed before the door was slapped open as Padma came barging in, a hard look on her face.
"All right, tell me what happened on that date that got you catastrophizing?" 
Love sends her a glare before pushing herself under her covers, "I do not catastrophize,"
"Then what do you call this?" Padma places her hands on her hips much like a mother would as she scowls at her kids.
"Being reasonable," Love calls from under the covers. She was being reasonable, right?
Love didn't need to see Padma to know she was rolling her eyes, she could feel it in her bones she was most definitely doing it. "Sure, because thinking you're going to be living in a cave is a reasonable response for any situation."
"Leave me alone, Padma."
"Love, bloody hell, get this through your skull," Padma pulled her covers off of her, leaving her feeling naked. Both girls glare at each other. "You are catastrophizing, my dear friend."
"I–"
"You are overthinking, you are in panic mode right now, obsessive over something that will never happen," Padma came to sat down next to her, her back leaning on one of the four posts, "You need to relax and tell me, what got are you overthinking?"
Love purses her lips, she knew she was overthinking, she just lost control there for a second or two. She held her hand out, "Give me back my blanked and I'll tell you,"
Without waiting, Padma passes her the covers. Love engulfs herself in them, enjoying the warmth her covers give her, she glances a Padma and holds her arm up, motioning for her to cover herself too and when she does, when both girls were tucked in the safety blanket, Love begins the tale of the boy with dragon breath.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it.
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the-al-chemist · 5 months
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Not Mine Is The Glory
For Day 2 of @thethreebroomsticksfic’s Weasley Week, the focus is all on ickle Ronniekins. As Ron struggles with jealousy and insecurity, maybe a talk with a family member can help set him straight.
Warnings: none, really. A little hurt comfort.
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November 1994
Since the start of term, all that anyone seemed to talk about was the Triwizard Tournament. And now, the day before the first challenge, everyone was talking more than ever.
Everyone except Ron.
Ron couldn’t have cared less about the tournament, not anymore. He just wished that it was over with already, so that everybody would move on and he wouldn’t have to hear about it.
He kept himself to himself for most of the morning, eating his breakfast in a sullen silence and barely uttering a word during his lessons. At lunchtime, the only reason he didn’t seek further solitude in the library was the protest of his groaning stomach. It was fortunate that he decided to pay attention to his appetite, however, for as he was halfway through his sandwiches, an owl flew into the Great Hall and dropped a letter on his plate.
A little confused, Ron opened the letter, which read:
Come to the Quidditch stands after your lessons finish for the day. And try to be subtle about it, please.
Though the letter wasn’t signed, the handwriting was familiar somehow. Frowning, Ron peered around the Great Hall to see who might have sent him the message, but no one was looking his way. Of course they weren’t. No one ever did.
No one was looking at him when he left his last lesson of the day and headed straight for the currently disused Quidditch pitch, wondering as he walked whether he was making a mistake in following the nameless instructions. What if the letter had been sent by Fred and George, hoping to make him the butt of yet another of their practical jokes?
This concern grew in Ron’s mind when he saw a stockily built wizard with red hair on the edge of the pitch, leaning against the stands. But though this wizard looked like both Fred and George, it became clear as Ron grew closer that this was neither of them.
It was Charlie.
“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” Ron asked his second oldest brother, who half-smiled at the question.
“Great to see you, too,” he said, before laughing good-naturedly and giving Ron a handshake that turned into a hug. “How’s it going, mate? Alright?”
It was not going alright at all, but Ron wasn’t ready to admit that, not even to Charlie. He nodded and made a humming noise before frowning again.
“Seriously, why are you here? I thought you were back in Romania.”
Charlie hesitated for just a moment before answering Ron’s question. “I’m here for the Triwizard Tournament. First challenge is tomorrow afternoon.”
“I know,” Ron muttered darkly. “So, you’re coming to watch it, too?”
“Er, sort of,” said Charlie, with a shrug. “Yeah, I guess I’ll be watching it in between.”
“In between what?”
“Working.”
“Working? But why would you be working here during…” Ron’s voice tailed off, and his eyes widened. “No!” he half-gasped. “No. There’s no way they’d let a bloody dragon loose in the school.”
But even as he heard himself say the words, Ron doubted them. The look on Charlie’s face only served to confirm his suspicions.
“Dragons? That’s the first task? Dragons?”
“I didn’t say that,” Charlie said slowly.
“So…”
“I didn’t say that. You guessed.”
Ron blinked twice, hard. “What?”
“You guessed, so no one’s cheating. Right?” asked Charlie. The look in his eyes was pointed. Slowly, Ron nodded his head. “That means that if you tell your mate Harry that I was here, and he guesses, that’s not cheating either.”
It might not have been cheating, but Ron still couldn’t tell Harry anything. He stayed quiet, hoping that Charlie would change the subject. He didn’t.
“How is Harry getting along, anyway?”
“I dunno,” replied Ron, after a short but awkward pause. He avoided looking at Charlie as he explained, “We aren’t really talking at the moment.”
“You’re not?” Charlie sounded more surprised than he did judgemental. “Did you have an argument or something?”
“Not really, we just… I’m just tired of it.” Ron sighed angrily and kicked up a patch of mud with the toe of his shoe. “He’s already this prodigy at Quidditch, and he’s not bad at school either, and now he’s School Champion as well.”
Charlie raised one red eyebrow. “You didn’t really want to be the school champion, did you?”
“I’d have liked to have the chance, at least. But I didn’t get to try, because Harry didn’t tell me he’d figured out how to get past Dumbledore’s age line. I mean, he’s supposed to be my best friend, but he entered the tournament and didn’t even tell me about it!”
Ron had been bottling up his feelings ever since the champions had been announced. Now that he was letting them out, he couldn’t stop.
“After all we’ve been through together for the last few years, I would’ve thought that he’d have wanted to do this together, too. Or maybe even let me have a chance at being the one who gets to have the glory for once, but no.” Ron shook his head. “It’s like he likes the fact that I’m always in his shadow, or something. I dunno.”
A few moments passed before Charlie said anything. When he did, his response came as a surprise to Ron.
“I do,” he said sincerely, before almost laughing at the look on Ron’s face. “Come on, Ron. Of course I know. What do you think it was like going to school two years after Bill? You weren’t here while he was getting twelve O.W.L.s and being the Head Boy. You didn’t see the girls tripping over themselves to get him to notice them. I did. So, I get it.” He leaned back against the stands again. “But, you know, being overshadowed has its perks. There’s less pressure, fewer expectations of you. You get more freedom. Merlin, I wouldn’t swap places with Bill for the world. Would you really want to swap places with Harry? Really?”
The obvious answer to Charlie’s question was ‘yes’, but Ron knew that answer wasn’t entirely truthful. Charlie seemed to know it, too, because he continued:
“It’s tough, being so close to the one who gets the glory, but that gives you something. Strength or… I don’t know what it is exactly, but from my experience people who always get the attention need that. They need people like us, even if it’s only to keep them grounded sometimes.” Charlie gave Ron a sympathetic half-smile. “I bet he really misses you.”
“I miss him, too,” Ron admitted. He swallowed hard. “I dunno what to do.”
“You know what I’d do?” asked Charlie. Ron shook his head, and Charlie’s gaze drifted towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest. “I’d do whatever it took to not lose my best friend.”
There was a stubborn finality to his tone that made it clear that he didn’t expect an argument. But Ron was stubborn, too.
“Why do you care so much?” he asked his brother, who shrugged.
“Real dragons aren’t like the ones you read about in stories, Ron. You met Hagrid’s Ridgeback, you know what I mean. And that was just a juvy. These ones, the one’s Harry will be facing, they’re the real deal. They’re dangerous. Your mate deserves to know what he’s up against.” Charlie’s expression became less grave as he added under his breath, “Also, there’s a small but very scary woman who won’t forgive me if anything happens to him.”
That didn’t surprise Ron one bit.
“Yeah, mum’ll lose it if Harry gets hurt,” he agreed. “Hermione too.” An idea struck him. “That’s it! Hermione!”
“What about her?”
“She’s still talking to Harry, and me too, sort of. I can tell her what you’ve told me—”
“I didn’t tell you anything.”
“— and she’s bound to help Harry. If anyone can come up with a way to get him to beat a dragon, it’s her.” Ron glanced over his shoulder at the castle. It was almost dinner time, and if he ran, he might just manage to intercept Hermione on her way from the library to the Great Hall. “Thanks, Charlie. Good seeing you.”
And, barely noticing his brother’s wave goodbye, Ron returned to the castle, where he found Hermione just leaving the Great Hall.
“Hermione,” he said, taking hold of her arm and pulling her into a corner to speak without anyone over-hearing them. “I’ve got to tell you something.”
“Can it wait?” asked Hermione impatiently. “I promised that I’d help Harry with… something.”
That ‘something’ could only be the challenge the following day. Ron didn’t let go of her arm.
“Dragons,” he whispered.
“What?”
“That's what the challenge is tomorrow. I saw Charlie by the Quidditch pitch, he said he’s here working. It’s dragons.”
Ron was not sure how he had expected Hermione to react to this revelation, but he certainly had not been expecting her to tut and roll her eyes, nor to tell him: “Yes, I know.”
“Wait, what? You know? But how—”
“Hagrid saw the dragons this weekend. Harry and I have been preparing for them ever since,” Hermione said matter-of-factly. She softened slightly, and looked almost apologetic. “Look, Ron, I really do have to go and help Harry. It’s just that the task is tomorrow, and… well, it’s dragons.”
An hour ago, Ron would have been annoyed at the fact that Hermione was leaving him so abruptly to help Harry with the challenge. An hour ago, he might have been annoyed that the two of them had figured it out without his help. But now, he only felt relief that Harry had Hermione on his side.
He let go of Hermione’s arm and nodded. “Fine. Go and help him, then.”
“Thank you,” said Hermione. Her large front teeth grazed her lower lip. “Ron?”
“Yeah?”
“You will come and watch the challenge tomorrow, won’t you?”
Ron didn’t really want to watch the challenge. He wanted nothing to do with it. But, he could see how anxious Hermione looked. She wanted him to come for her sake as much as Harry’s, he was sure of it.
“Alright,” he agreed. “I’ll come and watch it with you.”
Somewhat awkwardly, Hermione hugged him. And as she did, Ron couldn’t help but feel glad that yet again, Harry was the one getting to have the glory.
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anxiousnerdwritings · 11 months
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I think Charlie would be crushed learning that obscurial!Reader would’ve been in the same year as him if they had gotten their letter when Fred or George tell him the Reader’s age during one of their initial letters
I can’t help but imagine Charlie just making an impromptu visit to the Burrow during a school break where the Reader stays over or to the Hogwarts castle in general, bursting in wherever obscurus!Reader is and latching onto them, tears in his eyes as he holds them close and gently pets their head telling them that they would have been the bestest of friends if they had been able to go to Hogwarts from the very beginning.
You can’t tell me Charlie wouldn’t immediately be overcome with the idea of what could have been if he and the Reader had been attending school at the same time. And I like to think that from just reading about them and hearing what all his family has to say in regards to the Reader, Charlie totally refers to them as his bestie before he ever meets them. Like, the first time they’re introduced he’s got them in a bone crushing hug and talking to them like they’ve known each other all their lives.
Honestly, Charlie Weasley would be such a good ol’ wholesome boy for obscurus!Reader, just pure friendship mode activated👌🏻.
Also, Charlie totally writes to the Reader before they even know who he is. Most definitely got their info from the twins or Ron, probably more likely Ron or even Molly. I feel like the twins would be a little bit more careful than to just happily divulge their friend’s info to just anyone, even if it is their own family. But either way Charlie’s got it and he’s chatting with the Reader, sending them little things to make their day (usually dragon related) and just overall wanting to know more about them and actually get to be their friend.
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mastermindmiko · 11 months
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Masterlist
Masterlist
Here is a collection of all my works on Tumblr, and I’ll try to keep this updated as much as I can 
Start: 4th of May 2023 
Last updated: 2nd of December 2023
Requests are open, and thank you for 200 followers
Harry Potter 
what a relationship with them would look like:
Tom riddle
Draco Malfoy
Matteo Riddle
Oliver wood 
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Percy Weasley Imagines:
Rainy dancing
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Cedric Diggory Imagines:
reunions
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Harry Potter Imagines:
Restless nights
Yellow
The Malfoy sister (completed)
part one  part two part three part four part five part six
Blue butterflies - part one and part two
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Neville Longbottom Imagines:
greenhouse escapades
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Fred Weasley Imagines:
Heaven on earth
Promised
Milestones
Tests
Poor Mrs Norris
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Sirius Black Imagines:
Blood traitor
Parties
Enigma
My name
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George Weasley Imagines:
Drunk (complete)
Prologue part one Part two Part three Part four part five part six part seven
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Draco Malfoy Imagines:
Potions Partners (ongoing)
Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen, part fifteen, part sixteen, part seventeen, part eighteen, part nineteen, part twenty, part twenty one
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Oliver Wood imagines:
Tensions
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secrets
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Green eyed monster and green skin girl
You're in love
James Potter:
Rivals
Remus Lupin:
Secrets
NEWTs
Ghost love part 2 part 3
Regulus Black:
Muggle world hideout
Tom Riddle:
Mr. Head boy
Charlie Weasley:
Dragon Healer
Bill Weasley:
Congratulations! You're a heartbreaker
More coming soon 
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desideriumwriter · 9 months
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Me, You, and The Stars | F.W
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Summary: A tipsy Fred finds you hiding outside during a party, asks you a question that you aren’t able to answer, and convinces you to dance.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader (no pronouns used!)
Category: Fluff
WC: 1.3k
CWs: mentions of alcohol, drinking 
A/N: this is  just a small fic i came up with a week ago, hope you enjoy! feedback/criticism is gratefully appreciated!
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You laid on the grass in Lee Jordans backyard. Listening to the muffled music and people talking coming from inside the house behind you as you stared at the night sky.
It was another house party you dragged yourself to only for Fred and George's sake. They constantly complained about how you rarely went out on weekends.
“You do practically nothing every weekend! Just come along to Lee's party!” Fred cried.
“Come on! Just this one time!” George added, which was definitely a lie.
George wasn’t as pushy as Fred, but he loved to join in on persuading you to go.
The first few times they had you go out to a party with them, they practically had to drag you out the door.
During the parties, you’d always stick by Fred’s side. He didn’t mind, but he did care about you getting social interaction, putting yourself out there, he wanted you to come out of your shell.
“You’re following me like a lost dog.” He chuckled, “You don’t have to stay with me the entire time you know? You can go and talk to other people, love.”
You really tried to talk to people tonight, other people, rather than the same five people you were able to hold a conversation with. (Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, and Harry.)
You tried to listen in on others' conversations so you knew the topic and how you could jump into it, you tried standing or sitting near others, hoping they would talk first, you tried pretending you recognized people there, complimenting others.
“Leanne, right? I’m pretty sure we sit at the same table in the great hall.”
“Are you guys excited for the Yule Ball?”
“Did you guys see what Professor Moody did last week to Malfoy?”
“I really like the dragon on your shirt! Are they your favorite creature?”
“Angelina, I heard you’re going to the Yule Ball with George!”
“Who do you think is gonna win the triwizard tournament?”
“Are you guys talking about the test last week in Flitwick's class?”
No matter what you tried, nothing would seem to be able to hold a normal conversation long enough, nothing would stop the weirded out or confused stares you got. You’d usually give up after a few awkward and failed conversations, you would find an empty spot to sit in, hide in the bathroom for a little, or find your way back to one of the twins.
But tonight, it felt as if every corner was crowded, there was a never-ending line outside of the bathroom, and you couldn’t find any sign of either of the twins or Lee, there was no sight of the two redheaded boys' heads sticking out from the top of the crowds.
You asked around, some kids just shrugged at you, some gave you answers, pointed to where they last saw them, but no matter where you followed where they said, you couldn’t find them.
However, the backyard seemed like a good place to go to get away from everyone. There was a few people sitting on the chairs outside and in the pool. You were able to slip through the crowd of people, and through the back doors. You stole a random pool towel that was laying on one of the chairs, walked a little farther away from the house, searched for a nice spot on the grass, set the towel down neatly, and laid down.
It felt better than being inside. You were able to get away from all the noise. You could enjoy the silence of the late night.
You looked at the sky, the stars splayed out across it, you felt the cool and calm breeze of the cold air.
After what had to be ten minutes, you heard the back door open, then footsteps coming near you, you sighed and screwed your eyes shut, expecting and preparing for a possibly random drunk kid making sure you were alive.
But, when you opened your eyes, a familiar face was peering down at you, you smiled as soon as he came into your vision.
“Hi, Freddie. What are you doing out here?”
“Thought you might’ve dropped dead, I had to check. What are you doing out here?” He furrowed his brows together with a clumsy smile on his face, swaying towering over you.
“Escaping.” You smirked.
“Ah, I should've known.” He teased, soon taking the spot next to you and clumsily laying down.
You laid together in the comfortable quiet of the night. Perfectly happy to be next to each other.
“Marry me.” Fred blurted out.
“What?” You raised your head and looked at him. He scooted right next to you, laying on his side and propping his head up on his fist.
“Marry me.” He said cheerily.
“Do you even have a ring on you?”
“No, but we could get one.” He shrugged, getting closer to you by hovering over you. You took a good look at his face for a second.
“Have you been drinking?” Your brows knit together.
“I’m just a littleee drunk right now.” He narrowed his eyes with a cheesy grin on his face while he pinched his index finger and thumb together.
“You idiot!” You laughed and lightly slapped your hand against his chest.
“An idiot that you’re dating, love.” He tapped his finger on the tip of your nose, then gave you a quick but passionate kiss. You grimaced after getting the taste of liquor just from those few seconds of his lips touching yours.
“Ugh! I can taste the firewhiskey on your lips! How much have you drunk?” You chuckled as you playfully shoved him away when he tried to kiss you again. He dramatically gasped, acting as if you’d actually hurt him as he sat up.
“How rude! You won’t even kiss your own boyfriend!” He put a hand over his chest, faux offended.
“I’m not kissing you when you taste like gross liquor. I'm not marrying you until you ask me when you're sober and once we're done with school.” You sat up and scoffed playfully.
“That’s fair…I guess. Well, will you dance with me at least?” Fred quickly stood up, reaching out his hand for you to grab. You realized you could still hear the muffled music coming from inside the house.
“I’m not dancing.” You stared at his hand and then back at him, he jokingly pouted out his bottom lip and raised his brows.
“Fine.” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed his hand to help you up.
You listened closely to the song playing, trying to find your rhythm with it. It was a good song for dancing, the tempo was nice, it wasn’t too fast or too slow, but it was upbeat.
You soon gave up on trying to dance nicely. No one was watching anyways, it’s only you and Fred out here. And his dancing was just moving his body around and shaking his head, spinning, failing his arms around, jumping, and looking like he had no control of his limbs, he looked like one of those inflatable air dancers you’ve seen outside of muggle car dealerships.
“Fred Weasley, you are an dumbass.” You laughed at the way he moved.
“Stop insulting me and dance already!” He grabbed your hand, waving it around, you gave in and copied his silly movements.
You both danced like idiots, spinning around each other, copying dance moves, giggling at how silly each other looked. Eventually the song had ended and you both stopped.
You pulled Fred closer to you and connected your lips to his, this time you ignored the taste of alcohol that had transferred from his lips to yours.
You didn’t care about the liquor on his lips anymore, you got to share a kiss with the boy you loved more than anything under the stars.
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