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george-weasleys-girl · 8 months

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Hey my favorite Weasley twin writer! So I saw your post asking for Fred request and I have one! So I'm thinking Fred and the reader are best friends. she loves pranks and such just as Much as him and as a way to ask her out, Fred waits till her birthday and [ this is where I kinda get confused with my own idea lol 😅 ] he makes her a cake and she's like "aw Fred you didn't have-" then bam! It explodes and then somehow maybe magic it says will you be my girlfriend.

Love ya keep on writing for my favorite twins! 🧡

Thank you, lovely! 💖 I hope you enjoy it.

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Birthday Surprise

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Fred Weasley was not one for subtlety. It was go big or go home. So, when Y/N's birthday rolled around, he decided to go all out and fill two needs with one deed.

"So, what do you think?" Fred asked George.

"I think," George began. "That Y/N will either agree to be your girlfriend because she'll be too stunned to realize what she's saying, or she'll punch you in the face for damn near killing her."

Fred crossed his arms. "Ok then, what grand idea would you suggest?"

George leveled his eyes at his twin. "Well, for starters, something a little less deadly than hiding full-blown fireworks in her cake."

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"Ok, close your eyes!" Fred told her. "And no peeking!"

"No peeking! Promise!" Y/N covered her eyes and bounced in place. Fred had been hinting at a BIG gift all week, and his presents, whether big or small, were always amazing.

"Alright, open them!" Fred announced moments later. Y/N did, and her jaw dropped at the beautiful, if a little lopsided birthday cake.

"Baked it myself," he said proudly. "Without magic."

"Aw, Fred, you didn't have - " she began but was interrupted by a rumbling sound coming from the cake. Y/N took an instinctive step back. She'd been best friends with Fred long enough to know her fellow prankster wasn't above pranking her, especially on her birthday.

A tentative smile appeared on her face as the cake began to vibrate, and then suddenly, little rockets shot out of the dessert in a spray of sparkles that whirled around in colorful spirals before coming together to spell out,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N! WOULD YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND??

Y/N reread the question three times before she looked up at Fred, who was watching her with an expectant smile.

"Are you pranking me?" She asked.

"No!" Fred's eyes widened. "No pranks! I really do want you to be... my girlfriend."

The last bit came out a little hesitant as Fred fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, his eyes darting away suddenly. Y/N had never seen him so uncertain of himself. It really was quite adorable, and her heart beat a little faster than it normally did whenever he was around.

Stepping toward him, she placed her hands over his. "I thought you'd never ask," she smiled.

Fred's head snapped up, and a brilliant grin spread across his face. "So that means - "

She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she kissed him.

"What do you think?" She asked after they pulled apart.

"I think I want to kiss you again," Fred grinned wide.

Y/N laughed, her eyes sparkling bright. "Anytime, my love. Anytime."

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hjparisian · 1 year

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make a wish- harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x reader (she/her pronouns) w: kinda deep, mainly fluffy, not proof read summary: it's (y/n)'s birthday but it doesn't feel like it. she doesn't want to celebrate it as it is a reminder that she's growing up and is getting older. boyfriend harry (and the rest of her friends) are determined to remind her it's still a special day. a/n: its my birthday today and this is based on my own feelings of getting older. sorry for not actively posting as much, i haven't had much motivation but will hopefully get back soon as i have so much planned out including a harry x reader book for a different platform

It was a special day, and no, not Christmas. It was (Y/N)'s birthday. But to (Y/N), it just felt like any other day. As the years keep going by, her birthday just felt less special. With the end of the school year slowly coming, (Y/N) realized that her youth is slipping away, nearing the stages of adulthood but not feeling prepared.

(Y/N) walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, fellow students wishing her a happy birthday as she walked towards the Gryffindor table where she'd eat with the rest of her friends. She began piling some fruit onto her plate when she saw Hermione and Ron sit down in front of her.

"Happy birthday (Y/N)" the two said to her. "I can't believe you're getting older," Ron points out

"Thank you," she said with a sour smile. "Where's Harry?" She asks wanting to divert from the reminder that she's another year older as well as wondering where her boyfriend is.

"He's still getting ready, he overslept a bit," Hermione told the girl.

Right after she said that, the subject in question rushed over to the group, taking a seat next to the birthday girl.

"Sorry I'm a bit late," Harry told his friends as he piles food on his plate. He looks over to his lovely girlfriend and kisses her cheek. "Happy birthday love!"

"Thank you Harry," (Y/N) says.

"How does it feel to be another year older?" asks Harry. "Are you planning on doing something big today? Fred and George could probably get food over to the common room and we can have a big party for you?"

As interesting as it sounds to (Y/N), she really had no plans. The day no longer felt special now that she's getting closer to adulthood. What was the point of celebrating something that no longer makes her excited?

Losing her appetite from these thoughts, she decided to leave, wanting some alone time. "I think don't wanna do anything. I should go now, I need to grab something from my dorm." She quickly left the hall, leaving her half filled plate behind.

Ron looks at her fading figure, slightly confused. "That's kind of odd," he points out. "Is she okay?"

"I hope so," Hermione says. "But she usually isn't like this. She was so excited last year. I'm worried."

Harry was worried too. He always wanted to ensure the happiness of his lover. He had to find out what was clouding (Y/N)'s mind and try to cheer her up.

"What if we throw her a surprise party?" Ron says. "Everyone likes surprises."

"Not everyone enjoys surprises, Ronald," Hermione huffs out. "It isn't a bad idea though. And like Harry said, we can use the twins help. We can invite her friends to the Gryffindor common room. What do you think Harry?"

"It's not a bad idea. But I want to check on her to see if she's alright," He says.

"Well you're going to have to wait until later. Class is going to start soon," Hermione said.

Unfortunately Harry had to wait til after classes to have a proper chat with (Y/N) since all the classes they had together decided to be busy so there was no time for them to chat. Didn't help that in half of them they don't even sit by each other.

The moment classes ended, Harry went to find (Y/N), dragging her to his dorm.

"Harry where are we going?"

"My dorm."

Harry opens the door to his shared room, closing it behind (Y/N). He drops his stuff beside his bed and goes over to his girlfriend and gives her the biggest hug, which she returns.

"Are you okay love? You don't seem excited today." He hears her sigh, cracking open her true emotions. He brings her to his bed to lay down, wrapping his arms around her as she lays her head on his shoulder.

(Y/N) began to speak."I don't know, its just, its kinda of dumb."

"Whatever you're feeling is not dumb (Y/N)," Harry tells her.

(Y/N) could feel the tears trying to build up in her eyes. "Well my birthday just doesn't feel special anymore, it just feels like another day. I feel like it's just a reminder that I'm almost an adult now and I have to start figuring my life out. Graduation is coming closer and closer and after that, we're all going to go chase our dreams and who knows if we will be in contact. I just wish we were still first years exploring Hogwarts for the first time. I miss being a little kid and having no worries. I'm not ready to get older Harry."

Harry shifts his body to face her, and giving her a kiss on her lips before responding.

"(Y/N), it's okay to feel like this. What you're feeling is completely valid. Growing up is scary, but it means new experiences to try. We still have a lot of time. You don't need to grow up yet and you don't have to have your life situated right now. Sirius told me to live in the present. If we spent too much time worrying about the future we will forget to live in the moment." Harry pauses for a second. "I promise you that we will all still be in contact together. Hermione and Ron could never forget you. I could never forget you. If anything, Ron and I already planned to get houses right next to each other so we will always be together."

Harry leans over and opens his bedside table, pulling out a small box and hands it to (Y/N).

"This is one of your gifts. Open it," Harry tells her.

(Y/N) removes the wrapping and opens up the small box. Inside it was a ring. It was simple, but it was beautiful. She puts it on her ring finger. It was a perfect fit.

"It's a promise ring," said Harry. "To prove that I will always be right by your side. That I promise to love and take care of you even after Hogwarts. I see a future with us (Y/N), and I don't plan on letting go of you."

The tears in (Y/N)'s eyes filled up again, but for a happier reason. She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and pulled him into a big kiss.

"I love you so much Harry," She tells him. "You're the most amazing person ever."

Harry smiles at her. "I love you too (Y/N). Don't make your self grow up yet. You're perfect just how you are."

(Y/N) smiles back at Harry. The one man who validated her feelings, telling her it's okay to feel what she feels, who comforted her. Birthdays don't have to be a reminder that she's getting old, rather, it should be a day to celebrate life. She doesn't have to force herself to be an adult yet. Will these thoughts continue to plague her head from time to time? Yes, but it will all be okay. She just has to remind herself to live in the moment and enjoy life.

"So," (Y/N) began. "You said this was one of my presents. What about the other?"

"Oh we'll come back right here for it." Harry winks at (Y/N) causing her to blush. "But first, there's something else waiting for you." Harry takes (Y/N)'s hand and brings her out the dorm.

"Gonna need you to close your eyes," Harry tells her.

"Why?"

"Just do it. Please? I promise I won't let you trip and fall."

(Y/N) closed her eyes. Harry held her hand as he guided her down the stairs to the common room.

"Alright, you can open your eyes now love."

As (Y/N) opened her eyes, she sees a bunch of people jumping out from behind furniture.

"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N)!"

The common room was decorated in streamers and confetti. A sign hanged in the middle of one of the walls saying "Happy Birthday (Y/N)!" All of her friends from every house was here, to celebrate her.

Hermione and Ron came up to her and gave her a hug. Fred and George were right behind them with a big cake with candles.

"Make a wish!" The twins said.

(Y/N) thought for a moment. I wish to just enjoy my life with the people I love the most.

She blows out her candles, everyone cheering.

"What did you wish for?!" Someone in the crowd asks.

(Y/N) chuckles before letting her answer slip. "This!"

Fred and George helped pass pieces of the cake around. Harry went closer to (Y/N), placing his arm around her waist and gave her a kiss.

"Happy birthday (Y/N)."

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cjrights · 2 months

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happy birthday to my dpoy ❤️❤️❤️ my secretary of defense

nika mühl, if you have no fans IM DEAD. you changed basketball forever, and im so immensely proud of you and everything you accomplished in your time at uconn, and in the US! coming from croatia all by yourself had to be the scariest thing ever, and im so glad you made friendships with people you now call your sisters.

i will miss seeing her on the lineup so much, but i will NOT miss the way she stressed me tf outtt always this close to fouling out 🤏🏻

even though she didn’t (publicly at least) declare for the draft, i know whatever she does, she will exceed at. im so so proud of her. like deadass. everything she did impacted millions.

my gum smacker, fellow mouth of a sailor, and lover of all. nika. my baby. i can’t believe she’s leaving. 23 is fucking insane.

i love you not because you’re twins with my wife, not because you’re actually a god at defense, not because you stepped up when paige was injured, not because you’re an amazing basketball player, not because your face card has never declined, but because you have a heart of gold and love with every single ounce of yourself. and i love nika with every ounce of myself. my senior. happy birthday mama 💙 forever a husky

#uconn wbb #nika mühl #my croatian baddie #happy birthday #23 #forever a husky #i love you #paige bueckers

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zephrunsimperium · 11 months

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Happy birthday to fandom darlings Stanley and Stanford Pines!!!!

To celebrate the anniversary, my siblings and I partied hard; it’s what the twins would want, I’m sure.

We bought jellybeans (I told my siblings, “first one to find the jellybeans gets a hug from Ford!” I found them first and my 7 year old sister hugged me in Ford’s place)

My siblings worked on a poster (you can see some of it in the pictures below)

We had Gravity Falls on in the background for most of the day (my siblings have watched the Weirdmageddon episodes an ungodly amount of times)

I made a shrimp chowder for dinner (because I wanted something seafood and shrimp is the only thing from the sea I can stomach)

We invited a handful of fellow GF fans to share my Journal 3 berry pie! (It has edible glitter!)

I haven’t been part of this fandom for very long, but it’s had an absolutely indelible impact on me, in great part due to the other incredible fans I’ve befriended recently. All the love for every one of you, artists and fic writers and anyone who’s been impacted by the story that brings us together.

Y’all are amazing. 💙

#gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #grunkle ford #stanley pines #grunkle stan #Stan twins #stan pines #Zephy fam #Zeph

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rothjuje · 8 months

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The Israel-Hamas war is taking up a lot of space in my brain. I’ve had constant anxiety since everything started and instagram is jarring with all these photos of war and then photos of fellow Americans blissfully unaware, or at least unaffected.

You know the saying “it’s a small world”? Well it definitely is in the Jewish community, every one of us knows of someone that has been killed. Thank Gd we do not have family there like so many of my friends do.

Anyway.

The twins turned four today. I haven’t had time with the current chaos (their birthday party, Peabody’s eye appointments, and in-laws in town) to dwell on it much, but I am deeply saddened that my babies are no longer babies.

I threw a large party for them and in hindsight, I probably invited too many people (but I didn’t want to exclude any of my friends with similar aged kiddos). It was fun but also pure chaos. Pure chaos. And lots of shots of cinnamon moonshine which I’m not even sure how that happened honestly. Have I turned into my parents, throwing large parties and encouraging day drinking and shenanigans?

Peabody ulcerated his cornea and it has been miserable (mainly for him, but also for me) we’ve had appointments at least once a week for two months now, two procedures, and a surgery and nothing has worked. They want to do another surgery that is 4k that they promise will work but man who has 7k just laying around? Dogs are so expensive, when he goes I can’t see getting another one for a long, long time.

I am in such a weird place mentally right now. Devastated about the war, sad about the birthdays, stressed about Peabody’s eye, drained from a crazy past few days of getting ready for the party, going to the county fair, the party, going to the zoo, celebrating their actual birthday. I could sleep for a week.

I am excited about this weekend though (lots of fun things planned) and about my friend crush (she’s super cool and we have so much in common). I’m even a little excited about Justin traveling next week. I desperately need space to process my feelings, and also I am happy to not have to share the tv because I need some dopamine via chick flicks.

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wolfstarslittlebug · 1 year

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Did I Mention?

George Weasley X GN!Reader

Summary: It's George's birthday and you decide to give him a very musical gift.

Warnings: It's fluffy!! Gender-neutral partner!

A/N: This is definitely inspired by Descendants :DD Also lyrics are in italics and bold! Enjoy my friends!

I sat impatiently at the Gryffindor table, eagerly waiting to give my gift to George. A full five months we had been a couple, but I’ve known him much longer than that. I placed two small gift boxes next to me, one purple and the other orange.

“What did you get?” Ron asked, noticing the bows.

“Cupcakes!” I beamed.

“No offence Y/n, but wouldn’t they want something more than a cupcake? Especially since one of them is your boyfriend?” Ron questioned.

“Oh don’t be silly, this is just the first present!” Surely I’d want to spoil my beloved boyfriend for his birthday, one just isn’t enough. “And don’t worry, the one for George comes with a surprise!”

I know for a good fact that I looked utterly insane with the maniacal smile I had plastered on my face. Soon we heard the loud voices of the Weasley twins enter the Great Hall, dramatically of course.

“Good morning my fellow citizens!” Fred announced as he approached the Gryffindor table. “Seventeen years ago today, legends were born. And one of those legends was me.”

“Happy birthday Fred,” I greeted, beginning to search for my boyfriend.

“And the much more honoured and attractive legend has arrived!” I heard George from behind me. I looked up to see his tall smiling figure, “Hello, my love.”

“Doesn’t the sun just seem a million times brighter this morning?” He cheered, leaning down to hug me from behind, cuddling me like a stuffed bear.

“Must be because a cute human was born on this day.” I simpered, then grabbed his face, kissing him on the cheek, “Happy birthday Georgie!”

“Sooo, what’s in those little boxes you’ve got there Y/n? May it be a little somethin’ somethin’ for your favourite humans?” Fred leaned forward, acting as if he was a shy little girl, politely begging for her gift.

“Perhaps.” I teased. I slid Fred’s orange box across the table, “Happy birthday Fred!”

“Thank you, kind sir.” He pretended to bow, opening his small treat.

I then handed George his little purple box. A little note hung from the bow, a heart next to his name.

“For moi?” He sat next to me, pretending to get emotional. George opened the small box of the cupcake I had baked him yesterday.

“My favourite!” George smiled sheepishly, then kissed my forehead.

“You should try it!” I encouraged him. George then took a bite out of his cupcake and gave a smile at the baked goods.

“You like it?” I asked him, he nodded like a little child.

“It's godly,” George’s face had a sudden look of loss for words.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I suddenly feel like… tingly.”

“Oh?” All I had to do now was sit back and enjoy the show.

“You didn’t poison me, did you?

“Nope!” I giggled. “How are you feeling Georgie?”

“Like I want to sing.” In seconds, George stood up from his seat and began to shout.

“Everyone, I have an announcement,” everyone turned to George, wondering what could possibly be happening now. Then he turned to look down at me, “For y/n.”

Suddenly, music was heard and George grabbed his wand, using it as a mic.

“Where the fuck is music coming from?” Fred looked around, confused. George then began to move, dancing you could call it. Fred’s face then lit up with amusement, “Ohoho, this is a good birthday present!”

Soon George began to move, his legs feeling the beat of the song. And soon enough he began to sing…

Did I mention that I'm in love with you?

And did I mention there's nothing I can do

And did I happen to say?

I dream of you every day

But let me shout it out loud if that's okay ay ay

If that's okay (Hey!)

“Y/n?” George stopped singing for a moment, looking down at me.

“Musical Love Potions.” I simply explained with a grin, “Happy Birthday, my dear!”

George’s face turned from confusion to a grin, complimenting my cleverness, “Oh, you’re evil, Y/l/n.”

George continued to sing, now dancing on the long table and using his wand as a microphone.

I met this girl that rocked my world like it's never been rocked

And now I'm living just for her and I won't never stop

I never thought that it could happen to a guy like me

But now look at what you've done, you got me down on my knees

And with those lyrics, George fell to his knees in front of me. He leaned toward me, holding my face, moving in to quickly kiss me. Only for him to wander away, singing the next lyric. Rude. He seems a lot quicker with his moves than normal.

Because my love for you is ridiculous

I never knew

(Who knew?)

That it could be like this

My love for you is ridiculous

My love is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!

(R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!)

It's (Ridiculous!)

Just (Ridiculous!)

And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss

The rest of the Gryffindor table chanted the lyrics. George continued to sing with a confused look on his face, he seemed to enjoy it. George was never one to dance. When we’d go to parties he’d stand by and watch me enjoy myself. I guess he’d never truly tried until he was forced to.

Well did I mention that I'm in love with you

And did I mention there's nothing I can do

And did I happen to say?

I dream of you every day

But let me shout it out loud if that's okay ay ay

(Yeah!) If that's okay

The whole Gryffindor table seemed to have been under the potion as everyone was dancing and chanting, answering George's song. George then slid across the table and took off his cloak, throwing it at me like a jock throwing his jacket into a crowd. I reached up to catch it, then put his large cloak over mine.

Because my love for you is ridiculous

I never knew

(Who knew?)

That it could be like this

My love for you is ridiculous

My love is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!

(R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!)

It's (Ridiculous!)

Just (Ridiculous!)

And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss, c'mon now!

George fell to his knees, sliding across the Gryffindor table like a rockstar, ending his number. I laughed at his performance.

“MR. WEASLEY!” The attention turned from George to the loud voice of Professor McGonagall, standing at the end of the table stunned, “Please get off the table! As much as that show seemed to have been enjoyed by the students, it’s no longer the Yule Ball.”

“Sorry professor!” George couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he apologized to McGonagall. He hopped off the table, soon hearing a cheer from the student around him. As always, McGonagall left with a look of tiredness, wondering where our ridiculousness emerged from. George then turned to me, noticing the snarky look I had written on my face.

“Who knew you could sing?” I smirked, enjoying the sight of George with a post-performer look. His shirt and tie were loose and his hair was a god-blessing mess. “It was impressive.”

He took a moment to catch his breath. I fixed his tie as he watched me, unable to contain the insanely noticeable smug smirk on his face.

"Magical love potions, what do you think?" I asked as I looked at him, seeing his eyes gleaming with joy. It looked as if George was more blown away by his performance than I was. “What?”

“You know I meant everything I said, or I guess sung.” George grinned.

“Did you now?” I began to pull him closer by his Gryffindor tie.

“Of course. Did you not hear the song? ‘I would give up my kingdom for just one kiss’.” He grabbed my waist, pulling us closer than we could be.

“Really? Prove it.” I simpered.

“Watch me.” He spoke as he leaned into me, kissing my lips softly. We both smiled through the kiss. I pulled away for a moment to look at George, quickly to tell him, “Thank you, your majesty.”

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thisisntmyrightera · 2 years

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Spring of 1986 pt1

Eddie Munson x fem. reader

SUMMARY: Y/n Carver tells in her diary how the summer of 1986 turns into a nightmare after contemplating the strange death of Crissy with Eddie Munson, her secret love.

WARNINGS : some spoilers if you didn't see Stranger Things 4 jet / characters dead, drugs, some strong words.

WORD COUNT: 1,984

note: this is the first time i write after almost 3 years away from tumblr, hope you like it and enjoy my imagination

This is a fanfiction and would be more parts.

all kind of interaction are greatly appreciated !! <3

Ch. 1

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Hawkins, summer of 1986

How can things go wrong when you're just past your 18th birthday and spring break has only just begun?...

Well, actually things started badly since 4 years ago when high school started, being part of a small town and being the twin of the only one to be relevant to win a basketball championship was not the best option to succeed. Things got boring from time to time, Jason Carver was by far the worst thing that could happen to me in 18 years, being his sister got monotonous when it came to life, mom and dad used to compare us all the time ''how can your brother being so perfect and you just barely got the vice-captain position on the cheerleading squad?'', well maybe not all of us aspire to be plastic creatures during your school life but also not everyone was open to the fact that things weren't always about what their little heads would have them believe, after all, Hawkins had always been a small town. Be y/n Carver had a daily routine of going to class with the captain of the basketball team and many of those times the bastard didn't even wait for me to pick Crissy up at her house and take her to class early, I know she didn't have to be blamed, she was my friend since the first day of school and even though Jason often underestimated her as well as me, she was my only escape from home and their boring dictatorship.

To be honest, all the girls at Hawkins High School wanted to be just like Crissy, pretty, popular, and have a boyfriend who use every opportunity to said in front of everyone that he loved her infinitely, but honestly, not me, in reality whenever I sat at one of the tables of the cafeteria the only thing that could get my attention from the silly talk and gossip of my fellow cheerleaders was the group of weirdos who always sat next to one of the windows, they looked so happy sharing with each other no matter who judged or made fun of them for everyone wore that same shirt with the legend of "Hellfire Club" many times after the games i saw them go out through one of the doors while they jumped and celebrated, maybe they had won again one of their mystical game where they spent hours in his fantasy, but they were happy right?, how i wanted to be like them. Or maybe just being around them, especially Eddie Munson, Eddie was different, yes maybe he was lazy, irresponsible and there were rumors that he dealt drugs among the seniors, but he was unique, how he found a way to accidentally get everyone attention during Spanish class and make everyone laugh were my only moments where I could remotely show him a little attention directly, otherwise Jason would kill me for showing a little affection towards the one he called ''Freak' '.

Let's back 3 days in time, everything was still normal and the school and the whole town were focused on the championship that was to be played that night, that day Crissy left me alone on the cafeteria, relatively we didn't talk much but that day definitely i not spoke nothing, the atmosphere felt strange, a pressure enveloped the air and kept me focused on the last apple I would eat before going on vacation until Eddie started screaming as he walked over a table yelling incoherently as always.

-Do you want something freaky? - Jason shouted as he stood up trying to face him from a distance while Eddie pointed to some horns on his head and showed his tongue disturbing the inner peace of my tender and intolerant brother - Freak .. - it was obvious that he would not face it, it was not so brave as he seemed, well he wasn't brave with Eddie but with me it didn't take him long to face me when he noticed my slight smile on my face - do you have something to say? you seem to enjoy seeing how stupid that freak is

-I have nothing to say, I thought it was funny that's all, why do you have to do everything about yourself Jason?

Definitely it was all about him, at home nobody received me when we got back from school, instead my parents were waiting for him with a big sign wishing him luck for what could be his last (and first) championship, after a bath with cold water and getting ready in my uniform while Berlin's 'Take my Breath away' was playing on the radio I decided to take this last trip with Jason's, one more and I'd be free of him for a couple of weeks, what could go wrong? It was the Tigers final game and yes the championship was perfect, we were champions, I already mentioned it right? everyone was celebrating around Lucas Sinclair but Crissy stayed away as if her mind was flying and she was somewhere else.

-Crissy, are you okay?...Crissy? -I touched her arm a little to bring her to reality and with a quick blink she looked at me smiling

-Everything fine, sorry ..- and there was one of her beautiful smiles that made everyone fall in love so much

-You feel good? you look strange, everyone is celebrating and you are here alone thinking

-If it's just that... I need a very big favor - her breathing seemed agitated and she took one of my arms to get away from the crowd and be able to trust me with what was perhaps her last secret - you see, you remember that I told you what i had some headaches and couldn't sleep lately?

-Yes, i remember, do you feel alright?

-If it's just that, a friend recommended a type of... medicine to cure me and stop those pains and I have to go to his house to pick it up, do you think you could come with me? I would not like to go alone-her eyes looked scared, even a little empty and her breathing sounded nervous while her feet stomped a little on the floor of the corridor

-Of course, who is your friend?

-"He's... he's... Eddie Munson,- her voice turned shy and she looked down as her pom-poms moved a little, rather like a small tremor that came from her hands.

-That…medicine is actually something like…drug?

-Y/N please don't tell anyone, I've tried everything and I can't even sleep a little, this is my last alternative and I...

-Crissy is fine, I won't judge you, it's just that... I thought the drug rumor was a lie, but I'll go with you, I won't tell anyone, I promise - I smiled at her as I took her hand to walk back to the court and leave together where everyone have being waiting for the team to celebrate

-Ready to go and celebrate? we are champions! - Jason scream and jumped as he scooped Crissy into her arms and spun around making her laugh. -Actually, we're going to go change and then we'll catch up with you at Benny's Burgers, right? - Crissy looked at me smiling with a bit of complicity -Yes, of course we will go to get pretty to celebrate with the champions - I smiled at him while I waved my pompoms ridiculously -Okay, be careful, I'll wait for you - he yelled at the distance as hugged Patrick and got into one of the cars decorated with ribbons, Crissy looked at me and sighed walking beside me towards the back of the parking lot where an old truck was waiting with one of its doors open

-Is he? - we looks at the truck curiously, feeling a little intimidated, it wasn't to judge, but it really seemed like a horror scene where the murderer robs the pretty girl from school -Yes, I think so - she took my hand a little scared as we got a little closer as she knocked one of the windows timidly moving away a little -Cunningham, I thought you weren't coming-Eddie jumped out of his truck, staring at me while he pointed at me curiously -She's my friend, she's.. -I know her..the Carver girl -Blood related unfortunately - I sighed looking at the floor feeling stupid, it was the same silly nickname that everyone in Hawkins knew me by, Jason's shadow

-I know, you seem nice, she knows? - He looked at Crissy curious about the deal they had made and crossed his arms making the leather jacket shine a little with the parking lights -Yes, I told her but she is trustworthy, don't worry -Okay, so…ladies your carriage is ready to go - Eddie made a slight and silly bow making us both laugh as he invited us to get into his truck, Crissy in the front seat and me in the back, anyway I was the witness that it was fulfilled. As I imagined it, his old truck smelled just like Eddie in the mornings, cigarettes and chocolate, there were many wrappers of these in his truck that despite being strange and neglected feels like a safe place, and i could finally hum that Iron Maiden song that was playing on the radio and that i was eavesdropping at night, Crissy noticed and turned around somewhat shyly curious that i knew the lyrics of the song

-Miss Carver, who would think that the music of Iron Maiden could enter those pure ears

-y/n…my name is y/n. -True, my apologies - I must admit that the look he gave me in the mirror and the small smile he let go when he crossed his eyes with mine made me smile and feel something strange inside me, but I had to control my even teenagers hormones, we were here for Crissy not for me, so I dedicated myself to looking out one of the windows while the road that was unknown became a small trailer park -And we arrived - Eddie jumped down and ran to the front door while Crissy and I walked together and laughed as he made that strange bow again for us to go inside his ''castle'', honestly I expected worse, some coffins , sacrificed animals or something of the stupid things that people who used to call Eddie ''satanic'' said, but in reality his home was nice, small, with some food wrappers around the place but cozy, my eyes danced around the place looking at the furniture and the entire collection of caps hanging on the wall while Crissy and Eddie talked about something that would make her relax -I'll be back in a moment, feel comfortable - And I did it, I dropped my tired butt on one of the sofas where there were some old magazines from a few months ago, the same ones that were at home but mom wouldn't let me read it because they might have good coupons, I don't think Eddie needs any coupons so I picked it up and flipped through it while my eyes darted back and forth between the pages and Crissy who swaying nervously and looking out the windows as if someone was watching us from outside.

-Crissy? ...-her body seemed to have frozen, at one point when she stopped moving and her hands relaxed at her sides as if she were in a strange trance -Crissy you okay ? - I insist that she wasn't acting normal, I got up quickly letting the magazine fall from my legs and I approached slowly trying to see her face and that was when I felt that my heart left their place and fell towards my stomach, her eyes were white and the veins they jumped as if they were about to explode - Crissy....Crissy, are you okay? - my hands placed on her shoulders slowly moving her a little but she didn't move a single muscle, her body was rigid as a board and her breathing was barely heard

-I came back, I told them I would find her... what happened?

-I don't know what happened, she doesn't answer... - my hands kept moving her slowly while my eyes looked quickly at Eddie thinking that everything was a dream and maybe he was the same way

-Crissy... wake up - a slight push from Eddie place me to one side while he shook her a little harder and snapped his fingers in front of her face trying to wake her up, then the lights began to blink, everything went dark for a few seconds and quick return... that's when we both noticed that Crissy was no longer with her feet on the ground and it seemed that something was taking her to make her float in the air, we both took a step back, Eddie standing in the middle of the room and I collided with the countertop causing some empty beer cans to fall to the floor, he looked at me and I looked at him, both wondering with eyes if we both saw the same thing, he stretched out his arm and took a step back in front of me as if he knew something bad would happen and yes, it did.

Crissy's body was pulled towards the roof of the trailer making a horrible sound and causing us both to fall as Crissy's body began to bend and her bones break making a loud sound that even the ears hurt, it was impossible for anyone not notice what was happening inside, our screams could have been heard by the whole town, of that I'm sure and maybe it was a stupid move but we both got up quickly from the ground and ran as fast as we could

-Get in, get in fast - Eddie yelled as he started his truck barely waiting for me to go inside to drive as fast as he could, my hands could barely find the seat belt, the radio was playing but I know that the sound of our hearts was listened even louder, we were definitely both traumatized and that make him accelerated more and more while i barely able to take the seat so i don't crash my body through the windshield

-Eddie calm down, stop stepping on the accelerator

-Calm me down? you saw what happened and you want me to calm down

-You're going to kill us, stop please- my hands barely held onto the seat when he braked suddenly and this time we both almost went out through the windshield, his gaze was lost and his hands tightened on the steering wheel while his breathing accelerated

-I must take you home, you must get home or everything will be worse

-No, Eddie no, if someone already went to your trailer and saw what happened they will look for you and if you leave me at home someone will see you and they will arrest you, leave me here, I will go home alone

-Alone? Did you see what happened, what if something is doing this and something happens to you? Damn I'm screwed, everyone will blame me damn it- his hands hit the steering wheel while he cursed and he was right, everyone would blame him

-Hide, go hide, I won't say anything, if I say what happened no one will believe me but I won't blame you either, don't worry, I'll be fine, you need to go - I want to find a way to comfort him, the whole town would go behind him so I put my hand on his arm giving him a little squeeze trying to show my empathy and I smiled a little to try to calm him down even when i feel like i was going crazy inside and I think it worked, he looked at me sighing and smiled slightly as he nodded

-Okay, be careful

-You too - I smiled at him, sighing in the same way, trying to take courage and get out of the car looking to both sides of the road while i adjust my jacket to start my way back home traumatized, scared and in love...that's how the spring of '86 began.

Part 2 💘

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Authors Note: This chapter is mostly for character introduction and to set the overall mood of the story. There will be more reader POV narrative in future chapters. This is also slow burn for romance so please bear with me!

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Hope you enjoy!

Rewriting History (Weasley Twins x F!Reader)

Chapter Synopsis: Harry's third year at Hogwarts is not starting out the way he had anticipated.

Chapter 1: A Warm Welcome

The air was thick with soot and ash, surrounding the area in a cloud of darkness.

Angry grunts and cries of pain were followed by several flashes of green and red. Spells ripped across the space like lightning in the night sky, desperately hoping to strike their intended targets.

The bodies of fellow witches and wizards–friends, hit the ground with muffled ‘thuds’.

The stench of death hung bitterly in the air and the feelings of fear and desperation seemed to be the only emotions capable of being had.

What was once a happy place–filled with laughter and magic, was now a war zone.

The crumbled ruins of the castle laid haphazardly in the background and encircled the chaos.

Hogwarts was no more.

But that wasn’t the thing that made Y/N’s heart clinch with dread.

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The streets of Little Whinging were dark and quiet.

Loose paper and fallen leaves blew lightly along the pavement; the cool breeze doing nothing to ease the chill running down Harry’s spine.

Running away from the Dursleys house had felt right at the time. He had been so angry and frustrated that the idea of leaving was the only thought that had crossed his mind. But now, as he sat underneath the dull light of a street lamp, on the damp curb with nothing more than a thin jacket to keep him warm and his suitcase to keep him company, Harry wondered if he should have just dealt with the aftermath of inflating his Uncle’s sister.

‘No’, Harry thought, ‘Better to be cold and free than trapped and punished’.

That house was suffocating and staying there another second was not an option. Harry couldn’t bear to hear another word of that horrid nonsense spoken about his parents.

“All lies,” Harry muttered through gritted teeth.

He was glad she was currently blown up like a birthday balloon and floating off somewhere far away into the sky.

The lamp above him flickered violently for a moment before shutting off, enveloping him in bitter darkness. The now ice cold breeze swept across the young boy’s skin as the sudden shriek of rubbing metal echoed throughout the street.

Harry jumped at the sound, glancing behind him with wide eyes and chattering teeth. For a moment, he watched the chairs of a swingset move back and forth, and the carousel a few feet in front of it spin counterclockwise. Both of them seemed to dance half-heartedly with the wind and the eerie sound of groaning metal made Harry gulp.

The young man could feel his heart rate quicken, and tried his best to swallow the fear that started to climb its way up his throat.

‘You’re being silly Harry. It’s just a playground,’ He scolded himself.

The sudden sound of a twig breaking in front of him caused the breath in his lungs to stop short in his throat, and he quickly turned to meet a pair of glowing eyes.

Surprised, Harry scrambled to his feet and watched carefully as a large, black, mangy-haired dog slowly stepped out from the bushes across the street.

Neither one of them broke eye contact as the beast emerged from the shadows.

Harry’s hand crept towards the wand in his left pocket, his heart now pounding against his skull. The dog growled and its ears laid flat on top of its head as it bared its teeth and narrowed its eyes.

It felt like the creature was staring into Harry’s soul.

In a matter of seconds, the dog barked, he had drawn his wand, and was suddenly knocked back by an invisible force.

Harry grimaced as his back hit the wet pavement, screwing his eyes shut as a small wave of pain washed over his tailbone. His round frames slipped slightly down the bridge of his nose.

Just in time for the blinding lights and obnoxious horn of the Knight Bus to flood his senses.

And for the mysterious creature to vanish.

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The Great Hall was a sight to behold as usual. Lit warmly with hundreds of floating candles that rested peacefully above the four House tables.

Listening to the Toad Choir perform was proving to be a difficult task for Harry. His mind wandered to thoughts of one thing and one thing only. Or rather– one person.

Sirius Black.

It was a name that had followed him the moment he boarded the Knight Bus the previous night.

From the Minister’s vague chastising and Mr. Weasley’s very direct warning at The Leaky Cauldron, it appeared to Harry that his trouble’s with Sirius Black were only just beginning.

The incident with the Dementor just a few hours prior only solidified the growing pit of worry in the young wizard's stomach.

Harry was hoping the trail would end here, now that he was within the borders of Hogwarts.

“Something wicked this way comes,” The song ended with a rather, seemingly, fitting message.

Harry did his best to gulp down his anxiety.

“Welcome! Welcome, to another year at Hogwarts,” Dumbledore’s voice echoed throughout the Great Hall, raising his arms in greeting to all of the students.

Their clapping ceased and all attention rested solely on the Headmaster.

“Now, I’d like to say a few words before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast,” The old wizard chuckled, causing the room to mutter in amusement.

“First, I’m pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who’s kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Good luck Professor!” Dumbledore gestured back towards the teacher's dining table. The room began to clap in acknowledgement and welcome.

Standing from his place between Professor Snape and Professor Babbling, Professor Lupin gave a small bow, hands clasped tightly in front of him as he gave the students his greeting.

Harry smiled softly, recognizing the man who had saved him on the train. Had it not been for him, he was certain the outcome would have been a lot worse than simply fainting.

“Of course! That’s why he knew to give you the chocolate, Harry.” Hermione concluded, giving her friend a smile from across the table.

“Pstt, Potter- Potter,” The all too familiar, condescending tone of Draco Malfoy whispered from the Slytherin table behind the boy, causing Harry to roll his eyes in annoyance as he looked back at him.

“Is it true you fainted?” Malfoy asked in mock concern. Harry frowned as Crabbe made a point of dramatically putting his hand to his forehead and sighed.

“I mean, you actually fainted?” The blonde haired boy smirked.

“Shove off Malfoy,” Ron spat from Harry’s left, grabbing his best friend's arm and turning his body back towards his plate.

He flashed Draco a glare, while Hermione shot him a look that was nothing short of venomous. All the pure-blood did was snicker in response.

“How did he find out?” Harry grumbled, his eyes downcast in frustration.

“Just forget it,” Hermione reassured him, shaking her head and turning her attention back towards the Headmaster. The boys in front of her decided it would be best to do the same.

“Our Care of Magical Creature teacher of many years, has decided to retire, in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs,” The man had said it so casually, as if the idea of losing one's limbs was as simple as brushing one's teeth.

The sound of Fred and George’s snickering a few bodies down the table did not go unnoticed by the trio.

“Fortunately, I’m delighted to announce that his place will be taken by none other than our own Rubeus Hagrid!” Excited clapping and enthusiastic whistling followed, the Gryffindor table being the loudest of the celebratory cheers.

The gigantic man stumbled to his feet, hitting the table in front of him as he nervously stood. Cups and plates clattered lightly against the wood. He gave the students an anxious smile.

Harry couldn’t help but grin as Professor McGonagall pulled the towering man’s arm to once again settle into his seat.

“Now, on a more disquieting note, at the request of the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts will, until further notice, play host to the dementors of Azkaban,” Dumbledore’s tone was grim, listening to the sound of hushed voices of disbelief that took over the Great Hall.

“Until such a time as Sirius Black is captured.”

There it was again– that name.

“Additionally, due to the nature of these unique circumstances, we will also be welcoming a new transfer student from Ilvermorny,” As he spoke, Professor McGonagall stood from her chair and walked towards the door closest to her position at the table.

“Please, give a courteous welcome to Ms. Y/N Black,” As soon as the name left his lips, a roar of surprised gasps filled the air, followed by a chorus of different sentences gossiping back and forth: “Is he serious?” “Is this a joke” “No way this is real” “Black is sure to show up now”. There was a look of disbelief on almost every single student's face.

“Dumbledore must be right out his mind to be letting her ‘ere.” Ron said, his face twisted in distaste.

“Think about it Ron. If the ministry thinks that Sirius Black is going to show up at Hogwarts, then they need to give him as many reasons as possible to show up.” Hermione reasoned, leaning forward to quietly relay the information to the duo sitting across from her.

“Yeah, as if killin’ Harry isn’t a good enough reason,” Ron grumbled back. Hermione rolled her eyes in response. The pair looked towards their friend in concern.

Harry could hardly say he was paying attention to them.

“Settle down! Settle down,” Said the booming voice of the Headmaster, narrowing his eyes at all the students in front of him. His gaze rested on Harry for just a moment.

“Come on dear,” Professor McGonagall assured, waving her arm in order to coax the young woman through the door and towards the center of the room.

The Great Hall was deafeningly quiet as she came to stand next to Professor Dumbledore. All eyes watching her every move.

Harry couldn’t help but observe her appearance, curiosity taking over as he watched her stand near the beloved professor.

She was already wearing a Hogwarts uniform– at least, part of the uniform. She wore a white, button-up shirt, half hidden underneath a black cardigan. The top two buttons were undone and no tie seemed to be present around her collar. The black pleated skirt she wore rested comfortably down onto her mid thigh, exposing the s/c skin along her legs. Black socks came up to her knees and the shiny black shoes that every other student wore covered her feet. She wasn’t very tall, but not overly short either. Smooth locks of h/c hair rested peacefully on top of her shoulders, falling just above the curves of her chest. A few strands sat stubbornly in front of her eyes.

She was too far away to really see anything else, but she seemed like a normal teenager.

But the daughter of Sirius Black couldn’t really be classified as “normal”. Not here at least.

The girl’s eyes scanned the room as her fingers twitched nervously at her sides, but her expression remained calm and her stature upright and confident.

All attention was on her. Some are curious. Some cautious. Most, however, were filled with suspicion and mistrust.

“She will be continuing her education as a fifth year student. Of which house she will be joining– well, that remains to be seen.” Continues Dumbledore with a soft, knowing smile.

“Slytherin no doubt,” The red-headed third year muttered. He received a small kick in the shin underneath the table.

“Ow- Hermione!” “Shut it Ronald.”

Gingerly, Professor McGonagall approached to stand behind the girl, the all too familiar looking Sorting Hat gripped softly in her left hand.

It sprung to life as soon as it touched the young woman’s head.

“Aaahh. It’s been a long time since I’ve had one of your kind in my presence,” The Sorting Hat said slyly. The room chatted lightly in response.

“Hmm, yes- quite a fascinating mind. Yes- yes!” The hat squirmed in excitement.

“Such interesting pieces- courage; ambition; intelligence– an unwavering loyalty to people who don’t even know you~” It cooed.

The girl tilted her head, narrowed eyes pointed up towards the cap in a way that was almost warning.

“Oh I’m sorry.” It said sarcastically, “Have I said too much?” The hat asked teasingly and flapped its rim in mock surrender.

Harry frowned, wondering what exactly the old hat meant.

‘Could he mean Sirius Black?’ The thought made him almost choke on his own spit.

“A complicated mind for just one house. One house, one house…” Its face scrunched up in thought as it mumbled to itself.

The young woman's eyes once again scanned the room. Searching.

“I know just where to put you! Yes–yes! The perfect house for you.”

The room was silent, looking at the pair with heavy anticipation as they waited with bated breath.

Y/N's eyes found Harry’s in the sea of watchful gazes.

The silence was deafening.

Harry’s heart thumped heavily against his chest as he stared back at her.

Both of their gazes were unwavering– locked in a quiet stand-still.

“Better be….

Harry's ears were ringing.

.......Gryffindor!”

#imagine #harry potter imagines #fred weasley x reader #weasley twins #female reader #george weasley #harry potter #fred weasley #george weasly x reader #slow burn #smutty fanfiction

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Author interview

@myulalie tagged me for this one, thank you so much! Looking forward to doing this!

1. How many works do you have on ao3:

268 fics over three fandoms - 223 for Shadowhunters, 42 for Alex Rider and 3 for Heated Rivalry with hopefully more to come, but I don't think anything will ever beat Shadowhunters number wise...

2. What's my total ao3 wc: 1,672,711 words over the span of roughly four years... let's see if I get Ito the magic two million!!

3. What are my top 5 fics by kudos:

I'm always on the fence whether to include my co-written fics here, this time I won't - but the first three spots would otherwise belong to my three fics co-written with Nadja_Lee (they're mentioned) later - and yes, I don't think that's a coincidence 😂 A Darker Shade of Love - Malace, E, 55 k After Alec lies about the Soul Sword, Magnus breaks up with him, turning his back not only on him but the Accords and the Clave in general. Outcast by the Shadow World after escaping Valentine, Jace joins forces with Magnus. When Jace’s birthday is due, Magnus gifts him the one thing Jace truly desires: Alec. A Bond To Destroy - Jalec, E, 9 K When Jace and Alec corrupt their bond by committing eros, the true power of it enfolds. When Alec is captured and tortured by the Clave, actions are set in motion the Clave has not foreseen. But they soon will discover what it means to mess with Jace’s Parabatai. I Can't Be Until I Feel Your Touch - Jalec, E, 11 k When Magnus breaks up with Alec, Alec spirals downwards. Believing he is not worthy of love, he seeks outer pain to deal with his inner. Something that doesn’t escape Jace’s attention. When Jace sees Andrew flirting with Alec, he cannot keep his own feelings for Alec boxed any longer. Finally the boys admit their feelings and they get together. Now Jace only has to find a way to keep Alec’s demons at bay and make Alec truly believe that what they have is real and forever. Love Is More Than Just A Kiss - Malace, E, 7 k After Alec gets injured during a mission, he can’t wait to get home to his two lovers, Jace and Magnus, to let them take care of him. But it is not care that awaits him, it’s worry masked as fury and rage, and he finds himself being pinned to a wall. Instead of giving in, Alec pushes back and they fight but soon they are able to see what drives the other; the love for each other, greater than any misunderstanding or insecurity. The Future Carries Our Names - Jalec, E, 3 K When Jace and Alec meet, the spark is already there. But it takes a little while and a little push to set this spark on fire. But once on fire, nothing will be able to extinguish it. Is it a coincidence that all my most successful fics are E-rated with a healty dose of kink and/or D/s elements? Could be but I don't think so 😂

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Absolutley! I love the interaction with fellow fans. I also love to know that others are reading my fics and enjoying them. It's great to know which details people liked, what worked for them. Great friendships started like that, IRL and fandom alike.

5. What fic has the angstiest ending?

That was acutally hard to remember, usually I write happy endings. But Fantasy Boy definitely is the winner. It's a short Jace & Jonathan fic with Jalec on the side: Jace is bound to Jonathan by the devilish Twinning rune. The powerful rune overules everyting else, even the Parabatai bond. There's just a strange longing left in Jace, ignited by a boy who visits his dreams. Will Jace be able to get rid of his dark bond to Jonathan when his fantasy boy kneels in front of him in flesh and blood - or will the darkness win?

6. What fic has the happiest ending?

This is even harder to answer 😂 Most of my fics get a happy ending or a hopeful ending, but I don't do overly sweet endings. But I pic Nocturnal Shadows, a 41K Jalec, Circle AU fic The Uprising is successful and Valentine and his Circle take over the reins in the Shadow World. Valentine has one true son, Jonathan, in whose veins runs demon blood. Valentine has an angel-blooded godchild, Jace, whom he deems too weak. To strengthen him, he decides to force Jace to become Parabatai with the son of one of his most loyal followers, Maryse Lightwood. Neither boy wants the bond but they have no other choice. The bond doesn’t care if the words are recited willingly or not, the Parabatai rune merges their souls together regardless. At first Alec and Jace loathe each other, but over time they learn that the true enemy is not the other but someone else entirely. It ends in a successfull rebellion, Jalec training young Shadowhunters and being utterly in love - not so different from others, but as it starts with a forced bond both loath (and each other) it feels happier

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not really, I'm not really interested in them either. But, fuelled by a lot of wine and bad (fun) influence, I wrote a Shadowhunters/Lucifer crossover About Devils and Cats - T, Jace & Lucifer, 3k Lucifer escapes hell to run a nightclub and his father is not impressed. He captures Lucifer and turns him into a black cat to punish him. But Lucifer being Lucifer, he takes his fate into his own hands. When he lays eyes on a certain blond Shadowhunter, a devilish plan is forming...

8. Have you received hate on ao3?

I was a Jalec writer when the fandom was still active, do I have to say more 😂 I was called names and told to do some things, all on anon of course. I would lie to say that it didn't bother me at all, but also not as much as I would have imagined. Hasn't happen in a long time though, the perks of a dying fandom I suppose.

9. Do you write smut? *cough* occassionally 😂though despite the perception, only 102 of my 268 fics are rated E. But I like to write smut, and I indulge in it when I do!

10. Have you had a fic get stolen?

Not that I know of

11. Have you had a fic get translated?

No, at least not to my knowledge!

12. Have you co-written a fic?

Several! The most (3) with Nadja_Lee for Shadowhunters also the longest ones! We wrote the incredible amount of 162.667 words together!! Fun times! Clash of Hearts - Jalec, E, 63 K Love Born In Darkness, Jalec, E, 77 K Bound Love - Malace, E, 22 K For Alex Rider I collaborated with @myulalie and @icebluecyanide: Vastly Different Things, Yalex, T, 4K What Goes Around Comes Around - Yalex, E, 7 k

13. What's your fav ship?

Currently it's Ilya Rozanov/Shane Hollander from Heated Rivalry (Game Changer Series), but Jalec and Yalex will always have a special spot in my heart.

14. What's a WIP you want to finish but never will?

The sequel to The Absence of Hate, my longest Jalec fic (81 K, M). It has a Hunger Game setting and while the boys survive and get together, it's not yet over. The Games are still on, they're mentors for the next set of kids. I started the sequel and I know where it should go, but I don't have the energy to write another at least 80 k.

15. What are my writing strengths?

I'm good at working through my characters' emotions, what drives them. I'm good with hurt/comfort and angst, but I think that comes with the first strength. I'm good with kinky smut too.

16. What are my writing weaknesses?

I'm really not good with technical details as that bores me to hell and back. I'm also really bad at similiar looking words like thread/threat, food/foot - I of course know what each means, but when I write them I sometimes use the wrong spelling and I just don't see it no matter how often I proofread, I overlook them. In other people's writing I spot them though of course.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on ao3?

It has to be done well and it rarely is. Please, for the love of god, only do it when you are really sure the other language is correct, and even then it has to make sense for the person switiching to the other language. Reading things featuring a German character is truly painful sometimes (you cannot translate the English endearment "love" literally to Germand - and Liebchen is really nothing this German character would say to a lover. Really, really not.)

18. What's the first fandom you wrote for?

Shadowhunters!

19. What fandom/ship have you not written but want to?

There's one I want to write, but I don't want to jinx it so I won't mention it ... Oh and wolfstar (@icebluecyanide) 😂

20. What's your fav fic you've written?

I'm cheating now and mention one per fandom (and probably that changes each time someone asks The Absence of Hate for Jalec/Shadowhunters (M, 81k) Jace is fifteen when he’s reaped and becomes a tribute for District Eight to fight for his life. To make things worse, his mentor, the one person to train him and help him survive in the arena, is the boy Jace swore to hate for the rest of his life: Alec Lightwood.

Blood & Guns for Yalex/Alex Rider (E, 41 K) Alex’s new mission sounds suspiciously easy – go to Yassen’s favourite club, offer the man a drink and acquire information MI6 desperately needs in the process. Of course nothing is quite as easy as it seems, the club strange, the drink unusual, and Yassen is not the man Alex thought him to be. Winner's Curse for Hollanov/Heated Rivalry (M, 5k) Usually Ilya doesn’t mind being chosen for the winner’s room, but after today’s loss all he wants to do is go home and lick his wounds. Montreal has other plans for him, and Ilya isn’t sure whether he can forgive Shane for that.

This was a lot of fun (and took ages 😂). I'm tagging @icebluecyanide, @ravenjames, @kelkblr, @countessrivers and whoever else wants to do this!

#answered asks #jalec #yalex #hollaov #my writing

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kirans-wonderland · 1 year

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The Perfectly Imperfect Party~

Happy Birthday my twst twin <3 true ginger 4lifers

~ reader is gender neutral ~

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"Ok, the cake is in the fridge. check" You said to Trey as you checked another box on your clipboard. "Thank you so much Trey, it looks amazing. Now, I need you to keep Cater away from Heartslaybul until it's all ready. Can you do it?"

"Don't worry, I think I can wrangle him for the morning." Trey laughed as he left to be a distraction for his fellow 3rd year.

You checked your clipboard again seeing the things that have yet to be done.

Cake

Gift

table decorations

photo - op spots

Ace and Deuce are contained

fire extinguisher on deck

Cater distracted

"Alright... this is fine, this'll be great" You and Cater had started going steady pretty recently but you already never wanted to let him go. You wanted his birthday to be perfect. You had gotten Riddle to let you use the gardens for the party. Riddle even had the roses freshly repainted for this event. Everything... aesthetically... was perfect. It was just the human factor you were concerned about. Knowing the chaotic duo that was your friends, something could go wrong at any given moment.

There was a small feeling of dread you felt as you walked into the garden again... just hoping everything was still intact. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you see the decorations still up, the tables still standing and the roses all red. You were hopeful. As you checked 'table decorations' off your list Ace and Deuce walked up to you.

"This really looks fantastic guys..." you grasped Ace by the shoulders firmly, voice becoming eerily passive aggressive. "Let's keep it that way yeah? Yeah!?" Ace being shook by the shoulders agreed trying to get you to not scramble his brains. Deuce looked on with a slight smile. You didn't feel the need to worry about Deuce, he could behave himself better than his red-headed counterpart. You released the shoulders of a now slightly dizzy Ace to address Deuce.

"And we are prepared for the event of Grim causing a fire. Yes?"

Deuce nodded and gave a playful salute "Yes, we are prepared for any circumstance!"

"Knowing this place... I wouldn't say any..." You said uncertainly.

"Hey, seriously. This looks amazing, really. Cater is going to love it even if it isn't absolutely perfect." Deuce said putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"I know..." You sigh. "I just want it to be. He deserves perfection.. he deserves the world~" Deuce lightly pushed your shoulder at this.

"ugh keep the sappy stuff to yourself" He joked.

~~~~~

Everything was ready. *ping*

Trey: I really hope you’re ready because I can’t keep Cater contained anymore over here. He is losing his mind. Seriously. He’s desperate to see you. He’s on his way.

Y/N: perfect timing we’re all done!

You responded to Trey’s text before checking Cater’s magicam story. Trey wasn’t kidding. Cater’s latest post was a selfie of him with a very sad look on his face captioned. ‘Not feeling very #blessed today. Haven’t seen the 🔑 to my ❤️ today. #heartbreakanniversary #loml #crying #itssadboihours’

You laughed at your dramatic boyfriend’s ‘sad post’ and eagerly awaited his arrival. You gave everything one last look over… it was still perfect. You were ready as you went to the gate of Heartslaybul to wait for your favorite ginger.

Cater arrived in a speed walk that quickly became a run when he saw you. He scooped you up in a hug before you could even register the impact. "Hii my little petal baby platypus pickle chair~"

"Cater. These 'creative' pet names of yours are getting a bit out of hand" You laughed.

"No <3" Cater simply responded grinning at you.

You grabbed his hand dragging him by his arm excitedly "Come on come on i have something to show you, close your eyes!" Cater just chuckled at your enthusiasm. You were ecstatic to show him what you had spent the last couple days planning hoping he would love it. As you crossed the threshold of the garden you began to turn around. "Alright! open the-" A gasp was torn from your lips. Cater, immediately concerned by this noise opened his eyes and what he saw made them widen.

It was a pretty extravagant birthday party set up... in shambles. A banner torn down, the table setting all messed up, food all over the ground. Flamingos everywhere. Ace and Deuce trying to wrangle the birds, Deuce borderline wrestling one. A fuming Riddle. And an exasperated Trey staring at a flamingo, standing on one leg, in the cake. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. All your hard work... all that planning and coordination... down the drain. What had gone wrong?...

When Adeuce both noticed you they called out your name in unison then proceeded to argue like children.

"Ace let all the flamingos out!!"

"I only meant to let one out!"

"Well look how that turned out!"

"I was just trying to invite Cater's favorite flamingo to his party!"

"That sounds so stupid Ace!"

Of course... Ace had caused the problem. Your heart was in your stomach, you felt sick. "I- I'm sorry Cay... it wasn't supposed to be like this... it was supposed to be perfect." You said sadly still in quite the state of shock.

"It is perfect." He responded.

"What? How is this perfect!?" You said dumbfounded still watching the chaos unfold in front of you.

"Idk.. but what i'm seeing looks pretty perfect to me~" He said turning your chin to look at him. Oh. He was looking at you. You flushed at his comment as he grabbed both your hands and looked into your eyes.

"The party looks... well looked I guess, like a slay. Knowing that you'd go through all that trouble for me means a lot. But~ I don't need a sick party to enjoy my birthday. I'd be perfectly happy to just spend it with just you~"

You smiled at his kind words. "Ok then, time for impromptu plan B!" You both laughed together. Cater taking out his phone and took a selfie of the both of you with the chaotic birthday party scene in the background. He chuckled at it before putting his phone away again.

"Yeah~ All I want for my birthday is you~. Let's go baby...." *You held each others hand as you walked away from the chaos. Cater smirked at you and finished his statement. "blue sunshine moonbeam of room temperature water in the spring." You rolled your eyes playfully at him. "Can you physically say a normal nickname?"

"Nope!" Cay-Cay responded popping the p in a very extra way. "But you love me anyway~"

"Yeah you're right I do. You're lucky you're so cute. Happy birthday Cater~" You told him placing a peck to his lips. He giggled. "Best. Birthday. Ever." He said punctuating each word with a kiss~.

~~~~~

My friend and I greet each other with those random nicknames and i thought it fit for Cater.

#kirs writing desk #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst fanfic #twst writing #cater diamond #twst cater #cater x you #cater x reader #twst x reader

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visenyaism · 10 months

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Happy birthday! Is there anyone in westeros that seem to be fellow triple leos

it’s my birthday which means i get to make you all vote on…

#i’m a regular person who happens to have the chart of a cunty shit stirring war criminal #i promise. also i’m a leo venus too🫡#asoiaf

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scotianostra · 1 year

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Happy 61st birthday to The Proclaimers Charlie And Craig Reid born on 5th March 1962.

Growing up in Edinburgh, Cornwall, and the Fife town Auchtermuchty, they listened to early rock & roll and country, gravitating toward artists like Jerry Lee Lewis and Hank Williams. After playing in various punk bands during their school years, they formed The Proclaimers in 1983 and quickly developed a regional fan base with a particularly devoted following in Inverness. As an acoustic duo singing -style harmonies in the mid-‘80s.

After touring with the Housemartins the Scottish duo were signed by Chrysalis records, they were immediately compared to the Everly Brothers. Considering their energetic, melodic folk-rock, the comparison made some sense, even though the Proclaimers didn’t really sound like the Everlys. Instead, the band was a post-punk pop band, aggressively displaying their thick accents on sweet, infectiously melodic songs about love, politics, and life in Scotland. After two albums in the late '80s,This Is the Story and Sunshine on Leith, the second featured one of my fave songs by the twins, My Old Friend The Blues, a Steve Earle song about depression.

The band disappeared for several years, suffering from personal problems and severe writer’s block. When their 1988 song “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” was used in the 1993 film Benny & Joon, the duo began to receive massive radio airplay in America, sending them into the Top Ten in the U.S., as well as the rest of the world; it was their first taste of worldwide success.

Luckily, the band was close to completing their third album at the time, Hit the Highway, leaving them in a position to capitalise on their success. The single Let’s Get Married received little attention, and the band pretty much disappeared in the eyes of the general public, but diehard fans like myself knew they were special and still had loads to offer.

They made various contributions to several movie soundtracks – Dumb & Dumber and Bottle Rocket – during the latter part of the decade, but family priorities took full scale.

The new millennium gave us a much more fresh sounding Proclaimers. They inked a new U.S. deal with Nettwerk, and Persevere marked Craig and Charlie Reid’s fourth album, and my favourite. It was a return to form; singing about the grim and glory of their native Scotland, but also a sign of the prime of life, my pick of the album being Scotland’s Story which drew parallels between historical migrations to Scotland and arrivals of more recent immigrants. The song list included the beautifully crafted My Act of Remembrance, which paid tribute to their late father, if you haven’t listened to it please do on the YouTube video I have posted.

Arms of steel, hair of gold Royal blue eyes, with a rebel soul You scared me, you still do But I loved you More than you ever knew….

The band’s fifth effort, Born Innocent, appeared on their own imprint Persevere in February 2004, produced by fellow Scot Edwyn Collins, Restless Soul followed a year later, the song When Love Struck You Down is another strong song by the brothers. Life with You in 2007 gave us the song of the same name which is a karaoke favourite in Scotland. I sing the older songs from the 80’s myself.

The Proclaimers have given us 12 studio albums and they tour worldwide, my favourite wee anecdote from the Reid's is regards their song Throw the R away. The record companies who were keen to sign them told them unless they ditched the Scottish accents they would not be successful, the song tells us

You say that if I want to get ahead The language I use should he left for dead It doesn’t please your ears.

In an interview a couple of years ago Charlei commented “it was a conscious thing, because we were singing about where we live, our experiences and it just felt stupid to sing in an English or American accent.” Quite right too.

In 2020 Craig and Charlie are amongst fellow Scots Bill Paterson, Rebus writer Ian Rankin, and bizarrely Irish-American actress Saoirse Ronan, who have lent their voices to a new audio guide for Edinburgh Castle. I have never used the guides myself, but may do so on my next visit to see how they sound.

The boys have now released their 12th studio album, Dentures Out featuring 13 songs clocking in at a lean, tight, focused 34 minutes.

Charlie and Craig are in the middle of a world tour just now, having played North America they are now in Australia, then onto New Zealand before heading home for dates in Wales and England, then gigs in Kelso, Edinburgh and Glasgow.

The song I have chosen, I hope reflects the Scottish attitude that we welcome all immigrants into our country with open arms.

#scotland #scottish #leithers #pop band #singersongwriter #singers #musicians #Youtube

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