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captainsophiestark · 4 months

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Slow Dancing In A Burning Room

Bill Weasley x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Bill Weasley and his new wife have their wedding reception interrupted by Death Eaters and news of the Ministry falling. Things look bleak when they escape to Shell Cottage, but they find a way to keep each other going.

Word Count: 1,015

Category: Angst, Fluff

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Weddings were supposed to be happy. They were supposed to be joyful celebrations, with all the people who mattered most. Even in the midst of a brewing war, I thought Bill and I would get that. One night of a break before returning our attention to all the terrible things going on in the world.

I guess I should've known better.

One minute, I was twirling across the dancefloor in the arms of my new husband, sharing a smile as the rest of the world faded away. In that moment, despite everything going on outside of our wedding, the world felt perfect.

The next minute, a glowing lynx had burst through the ceiling and into the middle of the dancefloor, announcing the fall of the Ministry of Magic and the death of the Minister along with it. The reception descended into chaos, people screaming and running as the protective enchantments around the giant tent fell one by one. It had been absolute chaos, and I barley remembered Bill grabbing my hand and getting us both out of there as the Death Eaters arrived.

Now, I sat on the sofa in Shell Cottage, where we were supposed to start our honeymoon. The place had glowed with warmth and coziness the first time we'd visited, but now it seemed all too dark, cold, and deserted.

"I just let my dad know we're alright," Bill said, coming back into the living room. He'd stepped outside to send a Patronus to his dad, to make sure the family wouldn't worry about us. "Hopefully we'll hear back from him soon."

I nodded, a little numbly, as my new husband crossed the room and waved his wand to start a fire in the fireplace. Once he'd finished, he came to sit next to me on the couch. We both stayed there for a few long moments, shoulder to shoulder and staring into the flames. I have no idea how long we would've stayed there on our own, but another glowing Patronus shot into the room not much later, this one the familiar shape of a weasel.

Bill's dad's voice came from the Patronus to tell us the rest of the family was safe, and that they'd be in touch when they could. A bit of the weight lifted off my chest, but a lot of it still remained. As the light of the Patronus and Arthur's voice faded, the darkness crept back in, despite the fire.

"Y/N?" I looked up to see Bill's concerned face. "Love, you're crying."

I raised a hand to my cheek to find he was right. Tears were streaming down my face, and the second I was forced to recognize it, a dam broke inside me.

I fell forward into Bill's chest as I sobbed, and he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight, rubbing one hand soothingly up and down my back.

"It's going to be alright," he muttered into my hair, his own voice miraculously calm. I just cried harder.

"How can you say that, Bill?" I wailed. "We almost got killed at our own wedding, and now the Ministry has completely fallen. How can you possibly say that we're going to make it through this alright?"

He took a deep, shaky breath, then gently pulled me back from him enough that he could look me in the eye. His eyes shone and his eyebrows were furrowed, mirroring the distress I felt. But there was a grim set to the line of his mouth that signaled a quiet, unbreakable determination.

"We will make it through this," he promised. He gripped my shoulders a little tighter, leaning in until we were almost nose to nose. "We will get to our happy ending, no matter what."

I laughed a little through the tears, Bill's absolute conviction so ridiculous it brought a smile to my face.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked. He grinned.

"Because it's us. We just got married. That means we're a team, for the rest of our lives, against anything else the world wants to throw at us. And I happen to know that we make a fantastic team. I personally pity anyone who bets against us."

I giggled again, leaning into Bill as he leaned into me. No one else in the world could've lifted my spirits in this moment, other than the man sitting beside me. Which, of course, was no small part of the reason I'd married him.

"Come on," Bill said after a minute, standing and holding out his hand to me. "I believe we were in the middle of something before those bastards crashed our wedding."

I shook my head, still smiling anyway as I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. Still in my wedding dress, and with Bill still in his suit, we came together in the middle of the living room in Shell Cottage to finish the slow dance that had been interrupted. His arms wrapped tightly around me and I rested my head on his chest while the last of the tears dried on my face.

"You're right," I mumbled, my voice barely loud enough for him to hear. "You're right, we will get through this. And I'll personally make sure anyone who tries to hurt us comes to regret it."

Bill huffed a laugh and tightened his arms around me.

"I have absolutely no doubts about that."

I pulled back to smile into the face of the man I loved, and after a moment, he leaned in and kissed me. We stayed like that for a long time, swaying in the middle of our living room, kissing occasionally, but mostly just enjoying the fact that we were still here, together and whole, after everything that had happened.

In the warm, flickering glow of the firelight, the darkness of the cottage started to regain its cozy feeling, and a tiny spark of joy for the thought of the future rekindled itself in my chest.

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shadowbriar · 10 months

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William Arthur ‘Bill’ Weasley Masterlist

♤ Angst - ♡ Fluff - ✮ AU - ♛ Popular

One-shot

♤♡ Paris [Requested]: A quick gateway has somehow turned into a labyrinth of conflicted feelings with no escape as she spends more time with the oldest Weasley sibling.

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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YANDERE BILL WEASLEY HEADCANONS

Bill here is a very protective yandere. Well, that explains it since he did get bitten by Fenrir Greyback the werewolf and he doesn't want something bad happening to the ones he loves

He is big on cuddles and showing physical affection and intimacy with you. You might Bill if you work at Gringotts like he does as a curse breaker or if you've been friends with him when he went to Hogwarts. And we all know he's the human personification of the word 'Cool'

He attracts LOTS of attention from people but when he gets hooked on you... man he is determined to make you his. He will not leave you alone when he sees you. He doesn't become a yandere directly at first, his yandere feelings and feelings of overprotectiveness will develop slowly as time goes on and if he thinks you're in danger and don't take care of yourself very well

Lol he will do whatever he can to impress you. Oh, you just heard about that spell that some wizard did a few days ago and you found i impressive? Oh look Bill here can do it too. You have a fascination for talking about old and ancient things and Egyptian tombs? Well, look who can strike up a conversation and go hours and hours about the topic. Oh my Godric, this man here will literally talk with you for hours and hours about well... whatever you want to talk about. Like his job, your job, your life, his life and all that

He will most certainly introduce you to his family and of course, his family will take an instant liking to you immediately. They will do whatever they can to make sure Bill has you as his. And yes, that includes Molly and Ginny trying to set the both of you up and Charlie sometimes teasing you and Bill and trying to make Bill jealous by sitting really close to you during dinner and stuff and sort of drives him nuts. But Bill will just smirk and grab your hand and do something or the other that will end up getting an 'Aww....' from the rest of the family (Insert gagging sounds here from Ron, Fred and George) and you'll end up like a blushing tomato

He gets pretty jealous every now and then and when he does, it is literally time for you to run from him and get the hell away from him because when he does get jealous, long story short without beating around the bush, you won't be able to walk straight for the next one week that's for sure 👀😳😏

You'll have to assure him that you love him every time he gets insecure of his scars and he'll look at you with such love and gratefulness in his eyes, it's a really heart warming moment. You'll just lay there with him, cuddling with each other basking in each other's presence

He might actually try to make you leave your job whatever it might be. Don't take this the wrong way, he does believe that you can take care of yourself and you're more than capable of protecting yourself but he just doesn't think it's safe. And besides, why work at all when he can work and provide for you for the rest of your life?

If at all the day comes he kidnaps you or doesn't let you leave his house, he'll take all of your tantrums with a great stride and he'll be patient with you. He understands how you feel, but every poisonous word you throw at him does break his heart and he feels like someone is using the Cruciatus curse on him. But he won't snap at you, he'll just sigh and apologize to you saying that he really loves you and since he cares for you he can't let you go. It'll be hard for you NOT to fall in love with him on your own since he's such a sweetheart and gentleman to you, never forcing you to do anything that you don't want to and giving you space if you need it

He will not take it lightly if other people make the mistake of flirting with you. He'll tell them to stay away from you at first since you're taken by him and he'll give them a warning 3 times. If they still don't heed his warnings he'll have to hex them and then prepare for not being able to walk straight for a week and your pretty little neck being covered and littered with hickeys and love bites from him. What? It's his way of showing that you're his, how else will everybody know you belong solely to him and only him?

If at all you do tell him that you love him he'll be really happy but will also be kind of cocky about it and have you on his lap, tease you slightly about it before he kisses your lips softly and then your forehead, telling you how much he loves you too. Overall, this man is your ideal dream guy

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george-weasleys-girl · 2 years

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Oh, Brother

Warnings: none

Summary: George and Fred as toddlers, driving Molly crazy in a much different way.

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A scream rent the air. Molly rolled her eyes. 'I thought twins were supposed to get along.' She tossed her harvesting basket on the table and marched into the living room.

Bill lounged on the couch holding the crying toddler.

"What happened now?" Molly asked, reaching for her distressed child. She glanced down at his left hand. It was George. It was always George.

Fred had a small strawberry birthmark between his thumb and forefinger. It was the easiest way to tell them apart, for now. The mark was fading as he got older. In a couple years it would be gone.

"Take a guess." Bill yawned.

Molly looked down at Fred playing happily with the toy dragon.

"Oh, Fred." Molly shook her head and frowned.

"Dwagon!" Fred held up the toy proudly.

George, meanwhile, buried his face in Molly's neck, sniffling.

Bill sat up. "George was playing with the dragon and Fred wanted it. George didn't want to hand it over, so Fred hit him."

Molly kissed the top of George's head, as she sat down next to Bill. "What am I going to do with them? They fight day and night over the tiniest things. You and Charlie never fought like this and Percy's so well-behaved I forget he's here sometimes."

Bill shrugged. "Maybe once they're older they'll start getting along."

"I hope so." Molly's shoulders sagged.

Bill reached out and patted her hand. "It'll be ok mum."

Molly smiled at her eldest son. "I'm sure you're right." She stood, hefting George onto her hip. "I'll take George out to the garden with me. Fred can stay in here with you. That should keep the peace for a little while."

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*A continuation can be found here. Warning, it's sad from beginning to end.*

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cutielando · 5 months

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POLL POLL POLL

we're getting there

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graceloveswolves · 2 years

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Hello Hello….

George Weasley x reader : a story about Fred and George prank a girl on her birthday… that leads to something more. (Anonymously Request)

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“Ready George?”

Fred’s voice was heard as a low whisper, as the two twins peered quietly over the corner of a random hallway. They both stared intently in a specific room down the hall from them, it was funny to them - well Fred more so then George- with all the people gathered together with balloons, party hats, and lame party toys made of thin cardboard. All of them innocently running around, exchanging hugs and empty conversations, not suspecting a single thing, everyone thinking it would be just another normal birthday party.

Well of course that was the best part, that’s what makes a prank so great. The most unexpected they are, the more they are remembered. This would have to be one of the funniest ones they’ve ever pulled….

On a girl.

Fred and George did have a code. They weren’t monsters, they didn’t want to have a bad reputation of being stone cold jerks. They did have morals, their mum made sure of it. The twins just wanted to have some semi-harmless fun, and pull jokes on people that everyone would find funny. Especially on people who deserved it, Fred and George like to pull justified pranks on the real bullies, the ones that no one would feel sorry for, for that’s what made it so funny.

This prank however, was unusual to what they would usually do. Unfortunately they had ran into a problem they’ve never had before previously, which was for the past month they were having a hard time finding the perfect person to pull a prank on. It was time to think outside the box and come up with something bigger, funnier then their usual pocket tricks that got boring after awhile. It also didn’t help that ever since their last prank on a particular Slytherin bully, everyone was trying to stay off their radar hoping they wouldn’t be the Weasley Twins’ next victim.

But this girl was perfect. At least so Fred thought, since he does usually come up with 80% of the pranks they pull. She was a well known girl, who was the same year as them. She was known for her stubbornness and not taking crap off of anyone, she was for sure a fighter, which Fred thought would make her reaction even so more interesting. What did she do to deserve this prank you might ask? Well it is pretty simple.

Nothing.

It was a little game for Fred, he had noticed something weird with his twin brother lately. He would stare off in space more often, while Fred would be talking to him, then he became less flirtatious towards other girls, which wasn’t particularly unusual for George, I mean Fred always was the flirty more outgoing of the two, but what really tipped Fred off was his sleep talking. It was outrageous at first, sharing a room with him and constantly being woken up from his never ending banter. At first, he would wack him with a free pillow, getting him to stop long enough for Fred to fall back asleep. But one night George was at it again when he heard it…

Her name.

This made a lightbulb pop in Fred’s brain that he didn’t even care to fall back asleep, now planning the perfect prank on both the girl and his brother. It was quite brilliant in his opinion, he was curious to see how far George would go with the prank, if he would go with it. However, it was either go with the prank or give up his secret crush, which he doubted George would do either. So Fred stayed up that night, tossing ideas together and how he would choose her without giving the impression he knew George liked her, which brought them to where they are now, peering into the room with the Birthday girl innocently sitting down next to her cake.

“Hey, are you listening to me? I said are you ready Georgie?”

George glanced solemnly at the girl sitting down. She was beautiful in his eyes, her hair pinned up neatly with a few strands of her gorgeous hair hanging by her face. She had such a pretty smile on her face, happily talking to her friend sitting next to her. He felt incredibly guilty, wishing he was sitting next to her instead, chatting with her about her big day. But he wasn’t, he was listening to his brother ask him a question, silently nodding to him even though everything inside him said no.

Why did it have to be her? There was hundreds of girls to choose from, and it had to be her… the one he liked the moment he set eyes on her. Surely Fred could’ve found a incredibly rude girl or a snobby know it all girl like Hermione, but he chose the most precious and kind her to prank…

On her birthday.

If only his mum was here now, he could practically hear her screaming at him ranting on how it was no way to treat a lady, especially on her special day. But it was too late, the birthday bomb was already slipped into her cake, which contained a few pastel pink and orange frosted roses on it with perfect pink lines around it. It looked like a delicious cake, for sure. He tried his best to memorize before Fred would blow it up, he would have to buy her a replica after this and plead for her forgiveness when Fred wasn’t around.

“Alright Fred, let’s go.”

The two boys walked down the hall, Fred with a button remote in his pocketed hand. George looked everywhere but the cake, too scared to make eye contact with the pretty girl sitting next to it. Both boys exchanged greetings and fist bumps with fellow students as they walked into the party room. It couldn’t have been more perfect timing, everyone was just sitting down for the cake.

“Okay everyone! Sit or stand around the table and we will get ready to sing for Y/N.”

A ravenclaw girl announced, before sitting on the birthday girls free side. And once everyone started singing George hummed nervously, standing right next to Fred who had an evil smirk on his face. The once they song was over and Y/N blew out the candles.

BOOM!

Cake was flown everywhere, covering the nearby people, but mostly Y/N. Everyone gasped, and a few laughed, but the girl who was not laughing was Y/N. Her face went pinker then the frosting that covered her. She yelped out in anger, looking around for the person who had done this, and she locked eyes with him… of course it was him, it just had to be George she picked out from the crowd. I mean it wouldn’t take a genius to realize that a Weasley was apart of the prank. There wasn’t exactly any other people who would do such a vile but brilliant thing. George quickly glanced to his side to see Fred, yet in his surprise, saw Fred made his way far away from the angry girl, looking at him from across the room laughing.

“YOU..”

Y/N exclaimed, making George snap his attention back to the beautifully angry girl, who was glaring daggers at him. He wanted to apologize, get on his knees and beg her to hear him out, offer to buy her a new dress, a new cake, anything. But she just quietly glared, as she got up, standing with the remaining platter of the cake balanced in one hand, and before George could explain himself, she took one angry yet, graceful swoop…

BANG!

George’s sight went black… the feeling of coldness from the cake, she had hit him with the cake platter so hard his ears even started ringing. Everyone oooed and ahhhhed and some laughed even harder. George let the platter fall, just standing there as the beautiful girl started laughing at him. Giving him the finger as she walked towards him.

“Next time you want to prank me, it won’t be cake hitting your face, Fred.”

And with that she stormed passed him, down one of the halls. George, ears still ringing, started chuckling to himself.

Thank god.

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After Fred’s fits of laughter and jokes while George had managed to get all the icing out of his hair and his ears stopped ringing, George had thought to himself about how to approach her. He sat on his bed, recalling the whole situation, laughing to himself at the irony.

He thought to himself, she thought he was Fred. I mean serves Fred right, it was his prank after all. Even though it was George who took the platter of cake to the face in front of everyone, he couldn’t have cared less, all that mattered was that she wasn’t mad at him. At least not directly mad, but at least this way it gave him an opportunity to redeem himself and go apologize on Fred’s behalf. But he was a little unsure of the entire thing, if she did think he was Fred, who she didn’t like, then does that mean she doesn’t like him?

It was all quite frankly confusing, but I guess this gave him an opportunity to at least talk to her.

And that was the day he decided he would.

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Little did he know that she had actually already been waiting outside his dorm, with an apology. It wasn’t long until the truth about the prank was let out and everyone of George and Fred’s friends had been talking about how George got a cake to the face by his crush for a prank Fred pulled.

Once it made its way to Y/N she had instantly felt bad for taking her rage out on the wrong twin, but honestly couldn’t help but laugh at the fact either. So she decided to meet him at his dorm and when he answered the door he chuckled nervously, obviously shocked she was at his door without seeming to be angry. He half expected her to have a rant ready for him and fingers to be shoved in his face.

But instead she had apologized and even offered to go out on a date together.

And after a successful date full of funny pranks and stories, and jokes between the two, they decided to go on another. And then two dates became five dates which became actual dating. Then soon enough, she got to meet the rest of his family. Which sounded a lot like this…

“And to think this all started with Fred.”

“Well shouldn’t you know Georgie all the best things that happen in your life is because of me”

“Oh shut it Fred”

“What are you going to do? Are you going to throw another cake at my brother?”

“No this time I’ll nail the right twin.”

“Well Georgie. You might want to pack another back up suit on your wedding.”

“Blow up my wedding cake and I’ll blow up your house”

“That’s funny Y/N. Make sure it’s the right one.”

“I hate you.”

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tealeafgrimm · 2 years

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Nightmares

Bill Weasley x Reader Words: 661 Summary: After being attacked by Greyback, Bill struggles with nightmares. But you are by his side to light up the darkness.

Bill had never been a quiet sleeper. How he managed to sleep when he tossed from one side to the other at least every three minutes had always been a mystery to you. Eventually, you got used to it. But ever since he had been attacked by Fenrir Greyback at Hogwarts, his restless sleeping pattern had changed. He wasn't just switching sleeping positions anymore. More and more nightmares haunted him and disturbed his nightly rest. More often than not, you were rudely jolted out of your own sleep by one of Bill's arms and legs. And the fact that he talked, pleaded and screamed in his sleep was also new.

At first you thought it was just a phase. That Bill had not yet come to terms with the shock of that night, how could he, and that he just needed a little more time to fall back into his usual routine. That it would take much longer became clearer than ever with each passing night.

You sleepily opened your eyes. The cold night air touched your previously covered legs and goose bumps spread over you. Bill had pulled away your part of the blanket, apparently in an attempt to ward off someone in your sleep. With a sigh, you sat up in bed, fumbling for your wand to cast some light. You looked at Bill. His face was contorted into a grimace, his arms and legs twitched involuntarily and now and then you could make out the words 'please no' and 'no don't'. It broke your heart to see your boyfriend like this and knowing that the next night would not be any better.

Carefully, so as not to frighten him further in his sleep, you put a hand on Bill's shoulder. Gently you began to shake him awake. "Bill, honey, wake up. Bill..." After a few seconds, Bill finally opened his eyes and looked disorientedly around your room until his eyes met yours in the dim light emanating from the end of your wand on your bedside table. "Did I wake you?" he finally asked as he ran his hands over his face. You didn't answer, not wanting to make him feel guilty. But even without words Bill knew the answer and looked at you apologetically.

Moving closer to him, you lay down on your side to look at him. A strand of hair fell into his face and you brushed it away. When you touched the scars on the left side of his face, Bill winced. You tried to ignore the pain in your chest. "The same dream again?" you asked your boyfriend after a while of silence in which you just looked at each other. Bill nodded and the feeling of helplessness overcame you again. You had already brewed him sleeping potions, given him Muggle pills for peaceful sleep and tried old housewives’ tricks, but nothing seemed to quell the nightmares.

"I wish there was something I could do to help you. Every morning you seem less rested than the night before. You deserve a quiet night and proper sleep," you murmured, wrapping your arms around Bill and resting your face on his chest. His arms wrapped around your torso. "There's nothing you can do. You've already tried everything and I'm infinitely grateful love. You're still with me, that's all I can ask of you." You lifted your head from his chest to look at him. Bill smiled. "And I'm not going anywhere either. You'll have to drag me out by my arms and legs," you smiled and kissed your boyfriend before snuggling back up to him.

And for a brief moment, everything seemed perfect. Peaceful and calm. And yet you both knew that this was a deceptive illusion. When the darkness of sleep would come, so would the nightmares, the restlessness and the fear of an uncertain future. But until then, you held on to this one moment when there was only the two of you.

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imy-63 · 2 years

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Requests for Watpad, "Harry Potter Oneshots." Please check the story and information, you cand find it at my Watpad profile 'Imy_63' at the first part of the said story.

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lace--space · 2 years

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Ron Weasley - puppy love

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You met Ron in your first year of school. You didn’t really hang out with each other, but you knew of each other. This all changed in fourth year. You spend more time together and he even asked you to the Yule ball. That is also where the two of you first kissed and made it official. Now, you have been together for six years and had moved in together just last year. And just a couple weeks ago, Ron had started working at Weasleys wizard wheezes with George instead of being an auror. You supported him through it all.

But now, as you were seated on your sofa, in one hand the daily prophet, in the other a warm cup of tea, you found you missed something. Sure you went to work as a journalist for the daily prophet, you had enough work to do that you couldn’t possibly have time for something else.

But you missed the present of something, a child? You and Ron weren’t ready for that. You sighed and looked out the window. You saw a couple walking their dog and it made you think. Was that what you wanted? A dog? Thinking about it gave you butterflies. Either way you were going to ask Ron to go look at dogs at the shelter once he got home from work.

It felt like forever until Ron finally came home.

“Hey, love.” He said, pecking you on the lips.

“Hi.” You were nervous, what would Ron think? You walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer out the fridge and handed it over to Ron.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.” You squeaked. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Okay, okay. I might want to go look at dogs in the shelter, but I don’t know how you feel about that.” You said so fast Ron could barely hear it.

“Are we ready for that?”

“Maybe, I don’t know.” You started. “Why not?”

“I guess we could take a look and see what we think.” Those butterflies from earlier came back again, you were so excited.

“We'll go tomorrow. Check it out.” You jumped up and kissed him soundly.

The following morning you woke up extra early. You made coffee and breakfast for the both of you, but then realized that Ron hadn't woken up yet. Walking back into your bedroom, you slithered into the bed next to Ron.

“Baby, it’s time to get up. I made breakfast and coffee.” Ron stirred in his sleep, but other than that made no movement to get up.

“Baby, please. I want to go look at doggies.” Ron moaned, but other than that nothing.

“Ron Weasley, get your ass up out of bed, now!” You bellowed. Ron shot straight up out of bed.

“What the…” He grumbled.

“Sorry, babe. Had to get you up one way or another.”

“Why again?”

“Doggies, remember.”

“Right, right. I’m getting up.” He assured, fighting you off as you threw pillows at him.

“Thanks for breakfast, love.” Ron said, driving the car to the shelter. You chose muggle transportation over wizard. Over the years he had become a great driver. And the two of you lived in a muggle town so you did as much as you could to not get found out. It took about half an hour to the shelter and for you the trip couldn’t go fast enough. You started moving in your chair and clapping. You were so excited when you could see the shelter.

Once you finally arrived you held Ron’s hand tightly, that's how nervous yet excited you were.

“Calm down, love. We’re just going to take a look, that’s all.”

“I know, I know. But what if we find the perfect dog?”

“We’re just taking a look.” Ron tried insisting. You rolled your eyes, sure you were just taking a look.

As soon as you entered the shelter you walked towards the desk and asked if you could have a look at the dogs that still needed a home.

“Sure thing.” The lady at the desk said. “Follow me, I’ll show you the room and then you can take a look in peace. If you do find an animal that you like, just let us know at the front desk.”

“Okay, thank you.” You almost ushered her out the room, just so you could go and have a look.

As soon as you looked around the room you felt sick to your stomach, these dogs weren’t taking good care off. There was a poodle who looked very scared, and a chiwawa who growled and barked at you. A german shepherd who had a litter of puppies around her. A sweet young french bulldog. And lastly a way to thin dachshund, he walked over towards the cage door and you put your fingers against the cage and the dog sniffed you. Then you wormed a finger through the cage and you pat him as best you could.

“Oh no. I see where this is going.” Ron observed.

“Well. look at him. He is way too thin. He’s not being treated right.” You started. “None of them are.”

“So what? You wanna take all of them with us? ‘Cause that’s not going to happen.”

“I know.” You stood up and faced Ron. “But can we get this one? Look how cute he is.” Ron took a deep breath, bowed down and played a little with the dog, as much as he could anyway.

“He is cute.” Ron stated, standing back upright.

“so?” You asked.

“So… We go get him.” The excitement ran through your body, you had the biggest smile on your face. You were going to have a dog around.

You walked back to the front desk and rang the bell, waiting for someone to come help you. It took a couple minutes for the lady to come back.

“Hi, we would like to adopt the little dachshund you’ve got back there.”

“Big eyes and a quirky personality. He’s cute.” The lady said. “It’s going to cost you 120 pounds.” Ron grabbed his wallet and paid in full. “I’ll go grab the lucky dog for you. Have you thought about names?”

“No, but I’m sure we can think of something.” The lady nodded and disappeared to the back of the shelter.

“Here you go.” The lady had him on a leash and gave it to you.

“Hi baby.” You said as you crouched down to pat him. “Ah aren’t you a sweetheart.”

“You’re a handsome dachshund,” Ron said. “Now, for a name.” He looked to you.

“I was thinking Benji.”

“Benji, he.” He bowed down to the dog. “Are you a Benji?” He patted the dog who at this point had lain down on his back to get the ultimate pats.

“I think he agrees.” Ron said, smiling up at you. You squealed out of happiness.

“Well, there you go, you two, thanks for adopt don’t shop. You’re all good to go.” You gathered up the papers at the desk and then the three of you left.

You sat in the passenger seat and had little Benji on your lap. You had to go to petsmart to get all the supplies. Luckily it wasn’t a long drive. You picked a cart, put Benji in the cart and walked into the store. The basics, like a bed, food and boils for water and food. But then the fun things began, toys and chews. Benji went crazy over the amount of toys there were. He got to pick out four toys and a chew toy.

Once you paid for the stuff you walked back outside and gave Benji some time to pee and poo. You cleaned everything up and went back to the car, where he yet again made a comfy bed on your chest.

After a drive of about thirty minutes you guys were back home. You let Benji room the rooms as you and Ron grabbed all the stuff you bought.

Later when it had gotten dark out, the two of you sat on the couch, Ron’s arm around you and you snuggled into his arms. You watched as Benji explored all the rooms and played with all the toys and chewed on a bit of chew toy. And finally you felt at home, you felt that everything fit into place as you looked at your boyfriend and dog. Now you were home.

#ron weasley #oc #ginny #fred #george #percy #charlie #bill #arthur #molly #weasley #oneshot #drabble #fluff

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strixxinxiang · 8 months

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Scrolls & Basilisks

StrixXīnXiǎng

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

F/M

Fandom:

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationship:

Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley

Characters:

Fleur Delacour, Bill Weasley

Additional Tags:

Basilisks, Muggle London, Apparating (Harry Potter), Married Couple, Fluff, Adventure & Romance

Language:

English

Collections:

Hump Day Drabbles

Stats:

Published: 2023-08-06

Words: 1,529

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Bill and Fleur find themselves faced with a Basilisk in Muggle London. Not your average, run of the mill day date with your spouse.

Written for the prompt from Weasleys, Witches, and Writers

Weasley: Bill

Magical Creature: Basilisk

Location: Muggle London

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49144948

#harry potter #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #ao3 writer #archive of our own #bill weasley #fleur delacour #oneshot #fluff #StrixXinXiang #StrixXīnXiǎng

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daily-hayley568 · 2 years

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I’ll Do What It Takes|Charlie Weasley

Pairings: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: it’s time for the quidditch World Cup so you and your boyfriend decide to go with his family.

Warnings: swearing, blood, fighting, use of pet names, teeth-rotting fluff

A/N: this oneshot follows the book events in Goblet of Fire at what happens at the World Cup.

The Quidditch World Cup. Your boyfriend invited you to go with his family. And of course you said yes. You had met his family a couple of times usually spending your holidays with them when you weren’t treating wounds.

Working in the medical ward is how you met Charlie. You were a year younger than him in Hogwarts, maybe that’s why you never talked to each other.

Though you quickly became friends and then one drunken kiss lead to where you are now. Two years of solid dating and hopefully forever left to go.

Currently you were packing your trunks to leave for the Burrow when Charlie got done taking care of the new baby dragons. Even though you heard the door close you kept folding clothes.

Two arms snaked around your waist and kissed the top of your head, “Hey, love.” Charlie greeted.

You grinned turning your head towards him planting a kiss on his lips. “Hey, darling.”

Charlie planted kisses on your cheek and started down. You tilted your head to the side, giving him more access as he trailed kisses down your neck. You giggled shaking your head

“Baby, I need to finish folding these clothes or were never going to get ready to leave.”

He huffed, halting his loving kisses and just nuzzled his face in the crook your neck as you continued to fold.

Once you were done and had shut the trunks you spun around in his arms wrapping your arms around his neck. “How are the babies?”

“Doing great, love. John’s taking over for me while we’re visiting this week.” You nodded.

“We’re taking a portkey right? I don’t want to apparate that far. I get a bit uneasy just thinking about it.” Charlie nodded.

“It’s an old bucket hat, out there.”

So you and Charlie trekked up the hill to the portkey.

You landed in the field outside of the Burrow and once you and Charlie stepped in you were attacked with kisses and hugs from everyone.

Molly Weasley pounced on you first, “Y/N, dear, it’s so good to have you!”

“Hi!” You smiled brightly accepting the hugs from Molly, Arthur, Bill, Ginny, Ron, even Hermione Granger.

When you saw the twins you gave them fist bumps, you kept your voice low, “How’s the joke shop coming along?”

“Mum was mad that we didn’t get as many O.W.L.S as she thought we would. Said we were wasting our brains on jokes.” George explained.

You have a sympathetic smile, “Just so you know, I think it’s so cool you can use your brains like that. Charlie and I will be the first ones in line, promise.” Fred and George’s smiles lit up beaming at you. Fred jutted his thumb towards you.

“Keep her, Charlie, or I’ll kidnap her.” You shook your head, grinning as Charlie came up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and placing a quick kiss to your temple.

“She’s stuck with me forever, sorry boys.” You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

Later that Sunday evening, Arthur, Fred, George, and Ron left to go pick up Harry from the Dursleys.

You were sitting next to Charlie as he was talking to Bill and you. Charlie had his hand on your knee as he talked to his brother.

When everyone got back Arthur was scolding Fred about the ton-tongue toffee he gave to Dudley Dursley. When Molly got involved into the match; you watched the Golden trio and Ginny run upstairs.

When you were setting up dinner, Charlie and Bill had the task of setting up the tables for dinner. Charlie was fighting with his table in the air with Bill’s.

“Charlie, get him!” You cheered, and it seemingly distracted Charlie to lose a leg of his table. When Bill fixed the tables you walked over to Bill giving him a high-five.

“You rotten witch!” Charlie exclaimed. “You two cheated me out.”

“I’m sorry you got distracted by me.” You mock frowned walking back over to your boyfriend.

“You’re just too gorgeous, how could I not?” You rolled your eyes lightly hitting him in the chest as he chuckled.

Dinner was lovely. You sat next to Charlie; listening to Fred, George and him talk about the World Cup.

“It’s got to be Ireland.” Your boyfriend said talking with his mouthful of potato. You rolled your eyes.

“Bulgaria has Victor Krum.”

“I say,” you started turning to the boys, “Ireland’s most definitely going to win, but Lynch isn’t going to catch the snitch. It’ll be Krum.”

George rose his eyebrows, “Did you play quidditch at Hogwarts?”

“‘Course I did. Y/h’s seeker.”

“Woah! Harry’s a seeker himself. George and I are beaters.”

Charlie grinned watching you get along with his family.

The next morning, Ginny and Hermione had woken you up since they had to take the portkey. You had planned on apparating with Charlie, Percy, and Bill. It was just so you could sleep in a bit longer, but that plan had obviously failed. You were now up searching for something to do. Not wanting to wake anyone else, you slipped into the twin’s room. You knew Charlie was staying there.

Charlie seemed to be up too; he was reading a book. He looked up when you opened the door and grinned. Silently, you waddled over to him with your blanket wrapped around you and crawled into the bed next to him.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Couldn’t go back to sleep. Ginny and Hermione had left and it woke me up. It’s alright though, I’ll just stay here with you.” He nodded kissing your forehead and putting the book on the bedside table.

He brought you in his arms cuddling you close to him. Charlie was always so warm and it was so easy to fall asleep in his arms.

By the time you all had apparated and found your tent. You watched as Arthur Weasley was having so much fun with the matches. Bless him.

You were sitting on the couch reading next to Charlie when the trio of Hermione, Harry and Ron had come back.

When you made it to the top box you found your seat next to Charlie and Fred. Fred and George had bet all their savings with Ludo Bagman so they couldn’t get souvenirs. You were proud to know they bet on what you thought was going to happen. So, you bought them both shamrock hats.

When you ran into the malfoys, they eagerly waved and hugged you. They were great friends with your parents and you used to babysit draco. You ruffled up his hair and his cheeks turned pink as he tried to fix it.

“You’re friends with the Malfoy’s?” Harry Potter asked with a tilt of his head.

“Mhm, I used to babysit Draco.”

“I cant believe you could handle that git.” Ron muttered watching Draco stalk off.

As the game went on, at tense moments you would squeeze Charlie’s leg. He would grin and shake his head with a small chuckle.

After the game, you watched the twins eagerly accept their money from Bagman. “Thanks, Y/N. We went with what you told us.”

You shook your head, “Merlin, glad I wasn’t wrong.”

Everyone was celebrating in the tent and you were leaning against Charlie’s shoulder on the couch. You assumed you had fallen asleep because woke up to screams. It seems you were the the only one up when you stepped outside the tent to see a marching bad of death eaters. They were holding four muggles in the air like they were puppets. You screamed running back in.

Death Eaters.

“Charlie!” You yelled waking him, Bill, and Percy up.

“What’s wrong, Baby?” He muttered, sleepiness still coating his voice.

“We have to get out of here. Now.” Charlie shot awake.

“What’s happening?” Percy asked, ready to spring into action.

“Death eaters.” You four ran and got Mr. Weasley quickly explaining. You grabbed Ginny and Hermione leading them all outside the tent. You threw a robe over your nightdress and gathered everyone.

Fred and George were supposed to keep up with Ginny. You took the task of Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

Before Charlie ran off to fight he pulled you in for a sweet kiss. It was needy and passionate.

It was a promise to come back.

“You better stay safe.” You muttered.

“You better kick arse.” He smirked before running after Bill and Percy.

“Let’s go.” You, Ron, Harry, and Hermione took off. That’s when you ran into Draco.

He was so casual. You knew why. He made a comment to Ron about his falling and you rolled your eyes.

“Draco, just stay safe. Please.” You whispered to him as the other three kept running.

“You too.” You took off easily catching up with the three. You heard a man cast the dark mark spell. That’s when you took off after him.

The three kids were shouting not to, but you were going to take him down.

You were stalking him in the forest. Who was the prey? Him or you? You didn’t know. It was getting to quiet.

Then it happened.

The man grabbed you and slammed you on the ground. He kicked you, and you rolled off to the side with a groan.

“Son of a bitch.” You hissed.

When you got up he landed his fist in your nose. You finally fired back kneeing him in the abdomen and punching his nose now. He groaned taking a few steps back before he pounced again yanking you by your hair to face him.

You couldn’t see your attacker. It was too dark in the woods to tell. You heard shouts from where you came from, but when they were coming this way he dragged you by your hair. He hid both of you behind a tree a finger placed to your lips to keep quiet.

You bit his finger and he muttered crazy bitch or something of the sort. He kept quiet as the other man passed finding an elf, Winky.

When he was gone, you took the chance to shove him out of your reach.

—-

As you were fighting, the golden trio and Arthur went back to the tent to find out what was happening.

When they arrived, Charlie quickly stood, “Where’s Y\n?”

“She’s not back?” Harry gasped.

“No? She left with you? Where is she?”

—-

The man had shook you like a rag-doll some more. When you were on the ground, he took the chance to disapparate. You picked yourself up and dragged yourself all the way back to your tent.

“Where is she?” Charlie asked again through the tent.

“Where is who?” You asked slipping into the tent.

To say the least you looked awful. Your robe and nightdress had been ripped and blood splattered across it. Your face was littered with cuts and bruises. Your lip was cut, your nose was bleeding and bruised. Your upper arm had a gash bleeding. Your feet got torn up by the sticks. Your hair was frizzy and sticks were in it from him yanking you and throwing you down.

“Holy shit.” Charlie muttered running over to you. “You look awful.”

You chuckled, coughing a little bit of blood, “You should see the other guy.”

Charlie turned angrily towards the golden trio. “What happened?”

“She ran off into the forest. Whoever cashed the dark mark was right there in our grasp. Y/n took her chance and pounced. We would’ve chased after her but we were circled by the Ministry and having to deal with that. Though I thought Mr. Diggory was searching for a culprit. How did he not find you fighting someone?”

You grinned showing your blood-stained teeth, “he grabbed me by the hair and told me to stay quiet behind the tree. I took the chance and bit his finger.”

“Badass.” Fred smirked from the back of the room.

“Badass.” You agreed, leaning on Charlie. “I haven’t had a physical fight without wands in ages. I kinda just attacked him.”

“Did you get a look at him?” Arthur Weasley asked.

You shook your head, “No. it was too dark.”

Charlie set you up on the table and got his wand to fix you up. “No, babe.” You muttered shaking your head, “I’m the healer, remember?”

“Yes, but you’re hurt. I’ll do what it takes to keep you safe.”

You smiled softly as he patched you up. You were as good as new since there were no magic affects. You sighed, “How’d you rip your shirt? Is that a new scar?” You asked running your finger along it.

“Yeah, badass.” You giggled as he carried you off to bed.

When you got home the next morning you and Charlie decided to stay a few more days. You were cuddled up in bed next to your boyfriend a little sore from last night events at the World Cup. You ran your finger along his scars drawing little patterns.

“Did you mean what you said?”

He hummed glancing from his book to you, “What’re you talking about, Love?”

“That you said you would do what it takes?”

“‘Course I did. I’ll make sure you always come home. I’ll do what it takes.”

You nodded, “You too Weasley.”

“I’ll always do what it takes to bring you home back to me.” You sealed your promise with a kiss.

#Charlie Weasley #harry potter #writing #george weasley #slytherin #fred #gryffindor #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #george #my writing #charlie weasley #romance #draco malfoy #charlie weasley x you #charlie weasley x fem!reader #quidditch World Cup #wattpad #Charlie weasley x reader

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jimblejamblewritings · 3 months

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Please Comment or inbox on this post

Since the updating the links are taking forever, can y'all tell me which stories you want to read first so I have an order of importance for updating the links?

Also for the fics that are getting new parts, which one do y'all want first so I also understand that order of importance. Some have more "concrete" endings than others or are oneshots people wanted continuation of so I want to know what y'all want to see more. There's:

in Harry Potter

the fake date plot (james potter x reader)

the american weasley (harry potter x reader x draco malfoy)

sweet & sour (george weasley x reader)

riddle means misery (bill weasley x reader)

sweet like a honey badger (cedric diggory x reader)

not the brat pt 2 (poly!marauders x reader)

it just sort of happened (remus lupin x reader)

i'll always come back (sirius x reader)

in Twilight...

our violent delights will not have violent ends (edward cullen x reader x jacob black)

just like me pt 2 (jasper hale x reader)

rogue thoughts pt 2 (jasper hale x reader)

in Marvel/Game of Thrones/High School Musical

little situation (dad!steve rogers x daughter!reader, reader x peter parker)

your moniker should be cruel (dark!aegon x reader x cregan stark)

luck be a leading lady (ricky bowen x reader)

the dragon heir won't continue until season 2 comes out because I like to change the plot within the storylines/guidelines set by the original work.

Okay.

Thanks guys!

EDIT: I forgot the Sirius fic cause the other two are done

#my post

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whinlatter · 1 year

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january recs: reading, listening, writing

jumped on the bandwagon to do my own shameless round-up of january highlights, including a lil WIP sneak peek.......

Reading:

Already Gone by @takearisk-ao3 (AO3) (Harry/Ginny, multi-chapter WIP, post-DH)

the talk of the town amnesia fic, has me absolutely gripped. also the last chapter was 🥵 and by that i mean it was low key hot uhh excellent

and tomorrow came again by bettysgarden12 (A03) (Gen, next gen, twoshot) '

'an examination of the children of heroes'. beautiful, rich writing, and a charming insight into the next gen’s journey through hogwarts. it’s sharp and bright and so hopeful. made my whole day. also the phrase 'a hurricane in a skinsuit' has lodged forever in my brain

up and down and barely made it over by cosmicwritings (AO3) (Bill, oneshot)

given i am a sucker for a brilliant character study and for bill weasley, i couldn't not love this. rich in insight and warmth for our unproblematic coastal king bill weasley

perimeter walks by @evesaintyves (A03) (Remus/Tonks, WIP)

a remadora vignette series that just aches, it's so good. there's this really bodily, physical quality to the writing that just stays with you in your bones ages after reading. cannot wait for more

drafts by @turanga4 (A03) and the sum of all parts by @incalculablepower (A03) (Dean, drabbles)

all the pieces @harrypocter winter sun fest have all been really excellent, but i particularly enjoyed these two short dean character studies, especially if read together. both carefully and tenderly explore dean's relationship with his art and his reflections on his life and his war, and really pack such a punch for east london's golden boy

to be always kind and true by clarewithnoi (AO3) (James/Lily, oneshot)

a really tender jily love confession fic, lovely in so many ways but particularly this line: 'She still isn’t looking at him when a noise erupts from his throat. It’s somewhere in the family of scoffs, but it’s not mean. It’s strangled and a little hoarse, and it leaves him as though through an attic window, where he can’t control its escape.'

Listening:

ceilings by lizzy mcalpine (like every other sad girl on tiktok)

emily i'm sorry by boy genius (ditto)

tropic morning news by the national (like every other… sad dad with an electric vehicle? idk)

sunset by caroline polachek (these days i wear my body like an uninvited guest - good! fckn! opener!)

i bet on losing dogs by mitski (because there's a y in the day)

Writing...

putting out orchards after so long, and actually having people take something from it was the best part of this month. if you read it and reached out i cannot thank you enough, truly brought the sunshine to the dreariest of januaries. if you haven't read it and like jocks in love then have i got the fic for you:

right now... i’m writing a few new things. the project i’ve been working on most is a new one called beasts. its alternative title is: the hanging out with hagrid award. it's multi-chapter, pre + post-war, and it's about our girl gin. it’s foresty and a bit feral and its vibes are kind of like this and also this:

‘How do you become an Animagus?’ Sunken eyes dart briefly to hers, alight with something. Stupidly, she gets her hopes up. But then he looks away, scratches Buckbeak’s wingfeathers where they’re starting to matt. ‘I suspect,’ he says, ‘that your mother’s opinion of me wouldn’t be much improved if I told her fourteen year old daughter how to risk her life to become an illegal Animagus.’ She’s actually thirteen, at this point, but decides pointing that out won’t help her case. ‘Since when were you scared of what my mother thought of you?’ She’d quite like a grin from him for that, doesn’t get one. He’s in one of those moods. Not for the first time that summer, she feels herself slip into a sulk. She inspects him, through her scowl, how his skin is pulled taut over sharp cheekbones, a face ghosted by grandeur. She thinks she might have been able to make Sirius Black laugh, once, if she’d been born twenty years earlier. Resents that she's missed the boat.

and also a bit like this -

'We teach our children that ours is a world sorted into beasts and beings. Don't you know a beast when you see it? Even the smallest child in our world knows that beasts are savage creatures. They know nothing of humanity, of conscience, of kindness. They live only by their own lawlessness. Beings, we say, are not like beasts. We beings have laws, government, a sense of common good. Beings know right from wrong. Beings know what we owe to each other. I used to think this war had made beasts of beings. But now I wonder if the beings might well have been beasts all along. Are wars just the savagery of beasts by another name? What if beastliness is a requirement of being? What if being is trying to overcome our own beastliness? And what if we can't? I wonder what to make of this. I wonder what I will teach my children.'

#recs #fic recs #january you were dreary but the fics made it bearable #any excuse to write ginny and sirius tbh #writing #WIP #fic: beasts #fic: orchards #beasts

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annabtg · 7 months

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20 questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me @theresthesnitch, I love seeing everyone's answers on this!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

40.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

177,784. (A couple of thousand of those are actually by @eemolu, my partner in writing taller than the trees).

3. What fandoms do you write for?

These days, almost exclusively HP, though I've written a few little oneshots for Lois & Clark.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. The Great James Potter (167 kudos). Jily, canon, 7th year Lily POV "enemies"-to-lovers, 8.7k.

2. AO3 Is Down (149 kudos). Jily Muggle AU where they work for AO3. As cracky as it sounds. XD 1.4k.

3. As If By Magic (139 kudos). Jily, canon, 7th year slow burn, 34k.

4. Inescapable (138 kudos). Jily, soulmates, Hogwarts across the years, 4.2k.

5. Are You Experienced? (135 kudos). Hogwarts Jily go to a Muggle concert for their first date. 12.6k.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely!! Comments make my day and I always want people to know I appreciate them!!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Trapped - Emmeline Vance's last fight with the Death Eaters, told from her POV.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Are You Experienced? is definitely one of the fluffiest!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't say I've ever got full-blown hate, but I've got a few negative comments, most of them for writing Sirius/Lily. Stuff like 'Sirius would never do that to James' - even when it's a story where the Sirius/Lily part is fake dating and James is actually aware of it and endorsing it. xD The mind boggles.

9. Do you write smut. If so, what kind?

I write some smut, yes! M/F, mostly vanilla stuff. :p

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really! Though one day I want to finish that fic where Lily is a L&C fan. xD

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! Who would be interested in stealing my fics? Lol. xD

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! My old Remadora story Over Spilt Coffee (FF.net link here - I should put it up on AO3) was translated to Russian, from my own Greek translation. And there was also a translation of Birthday in Spanish but the link doesn't seem to be working.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

A couple! Apart from taller than the trees which I've already mentioned, I'd cowritten a fic for L&C with my friend Raquel.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

JILY!!!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My old WIP Through Times Of War. It was my attempt to write Book 7 before DH came out. I still remember my plans for it, I had an ending and everything, but I'm just not interested in that era anymore.

16. What are your writing strengths?

A good grasp of grammar, vocabulary, flow - the technical aspects. My writing always looks very polished.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Coming up with a good plot/what happens next.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it once - had Fleur and her family fight in French about Bill, in listening range of the Weasleys. I think that, if you're going to write dialogue in another language for a fic, it has to serve a narrative purpose. I don't like it when characters speak in another language or drop random words/endearments just to show off the writer's headcanons about where they're from.

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Depends on your definition of favourite, but the one I'm proudest of is probably Are You Experienced?

Tagging @athenasparrow, @charmsandtealeaves, @kay-elle-cee, @jamesunderwater (if you haven't been tagged already!)

#tag game #writer tag game #got tagged #self rec

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