Now that the trailer has dropped, I just want to remind everyone to not watch the new Harry Potter Series when it comes out.
JK Rowling has and will continue to use her wealth to harm the transgender community. She does this by funding anti-transgender organisations and legalisations. Through founding The J.K. Rowling Women's Fund organisation she actively excludes trans people and makes legal cases against them. We need to protect the trans community by refusing to fund her bigotry. We cannot fund any new Harry Potter Projects because this is what it's used for; bigotry, hate and fear.
JK Rowling has already caused trans women to not be legally recognised as women in the UK. The damage is real and happening right now. So please don't watch the new series and don't buy the merchandise. LGBTQIA+ wouldn't be where we are today without trans women fighting for all of us. Now it's our time to fight for them. There is no LGBQIA+ without the T. Stand by the trans community, make a stand against hate.
i really like this thing where websites will have separate "log in" & "sign up" buttons and if you click "log in" it takes you to a sign-up screen anyway so you have to click "i already have an account" and then it will ask if you want to sign in with your facebook account or with instagram or linkedin or deviantart or whatever, and if you choose "username & password" it asks if you want to put in your username or use your thumbprint, and once you put your username & password it emails you a confirmation code, and once you put in the code it says "do you want to give us your phone number for future sign-ins? do you want to sign up for facial recognition? do you want to give us your bones? give us your fucking bones?
Like they tried to change Reblogs and people rightfully got up in arms, this is a LOT worse. In order to have access to any sort of thing dubbed mature, and We haveALL seen what they think is mature, Everything from a black and white photo of a black woman's arm, to posts about IUD recalls, to a nude painted by a 17th century artist, to anything involving the word Trans; you have to send your personal information to a third party site that WILL get hacked, and you will be doxxed. And they can say "Oh shit, well it wasn't us who sent your name address and gender identity to Moldovan teenagers, here's a couple extra minutes in the ball pit.
That's bad enough!!!!!!!! But the entire idea of needing permission from state authorities to access anything labeled mature by our friendly AI overlords is some fucking Boll shit. Die Gedenken Sind Frie baby. This is all a reaction to people getting uppity about their lowly lowly rights and is being propped up by the same bad actors tht have made life unlivable. Fuck that shit.
"Well it's only being rolled out in Brazil and UK" Yeah, to start. "Well they're being forced to do this by laws." YOu know it's always really funny when these tech giants (Or whatever you call owning tumblr dot com) get really antsy about laws considering they pick and choose which ones they abide by.
This is a breaking point and it's going to be very interesting to see how we proceed from here.
Where's the fucking. The form. The fucking form. Hang on, lemme find it.
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💭 SFW: Fluff, sort of comfort if you squint, Harry loving you more than life, cuddling,
A/N: I love Harry so much, and I want to write more fluff/non-smut content for him too.
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It starts the second class ends for the day.
The bell barely finishes echoing through the corridor before Harry’s hand slips into yours, tugging—not hard, not urgent exactly, just… deliberate. Like he’s been counting down the minutes until he could touch you again.
“Harry?” you ask, letting yourself be pulled along. “Where are we going?”
“Dorm,” he says simply.
You arch a brow. “You have homework.”
“I have you.”
And that’s… unfair. Because he says it so casually, so shamelessly, and when you glance at him, his cheeks are flushed and his fingers are tight around yours like he’s afraid you’ll pull away.
(You won’t.)
By the time you reach the stairs to the boys’ dormitory, his pace has quickened. He practically ushers you in, locking the door with a flick of his wand, and before you can say a word—
You’re in his lap.
Hands on your waist. Mouth on yours. Breathing like he’s starving for it.
“All day,” he mutters between kisses, “I’ve wanted this.”
His palms slide up your back, under your jumper, touch hungry and warm, but still gentle—Harry always touches like he’s afraid you might break. But the kisses? Those are different. Desperate. Like he’s trying to make up for the hours he spent pretending he wasn’t distracted by you in every class.
“You saw me this morning—”
“Not enough.”
He says it like it’s the easiest truth in the world. Like being around you is the only thing that calms the chaos in his head.
He kisses you again. Softer this time.
Slower.
The kind of kiss that says I missed you. I love you. I need you right here.
You melt into it, arms winding around his shoulders, and he exhales like you’ve just put him back together.
“Can I keep you like this a while?” he asks against your lips.
You nod.
Of course you do.
He doesn’t let you go.
Even after the kisses slow. Even after your hands settle at the back of his neck and your lips part just enough to breathe.
Harry just… holds you.
His arms lock around your waist like instinct, head tucked into the crook of your neck, and he exhales a breath that sounds relieved. Like being this close to you is the first deep breath he’s taken all day.
You shift a little, adjusting in his lap, and he just follows—hands smoothing up your back, fingers curling into the hem of your jumper.
Not greedy.
Not teasing.
Just touching. Like he needs to feel you, real and warm and here.
“You okay?” you ask softly, fingers brushing through his hair.
He nods. Hesitates. Then buries his face deeper against your throat.
“Didn’t want to go all day without this,” he says, voice barely a whisper.
You press a kiss to the side of his head, and his hold on you tightens.
“You know you can ask,” you murmur.
“I know.” His voice is small. Too small. “I just… I don’t want to be annoying.”
That breaks your heart a little.
Because this is Harry—brave and selfless and still so unsure he deserves softness. Still holding himself back out of fear you’ll get tired of him, of this quiet need he doesn’t quite know how to voice.
So you hold him tighter.
“You’re not annoying,” you say. “You’re mine. And if you need this, you get this. Always.”
He’s quiet for a long moment.
Then:
“I love you.”
Muffled against your skin, like he doesn’t need you to say it back. Like just saying it is enough to ground him.
You thread your fingers into his hair, letting your cheek rest against his.
“I love you too.”
And for a while, that’s all there is. Warm limbs tangled together. Quiet breathing. His heart, steady against yours.
He doesn’t let go.
And you don’t make him.
One hand rubs soothing circles against his back, gentle and loving. The other cards through the curlier strands at the nape of his neck.
Harry’s head rests on your shoulder, buried in the crook of your neck, soft, steady.
No one says anything for a while. But you feel his breathing even out.
He’s asleep.
You don’t think your heart has ever felt quite so full.
The position is awkward— you in his lap, his head on your shoulder, arms around you tight even in sleep.
But he needed this. You.
You don’t dare move, how could you? To move and wake him would be cruel. Instead, you hold him back, playing with the curly strands of his hair.
To the world? Harry is The Boy Who Lived, but to you? He’s the boy you love.
summary: year-end exams are coming up, the pressure is exhausting and the workload is endless. Percy Weasley, usually the one who believes studying solves everything, is begging you to stop. Stress leads to harsh words, ones that were better left unsaid.
tags: long-term stress, anxiety, hurt/comfort, slight angst, established relationship, implied gryffindor reader, kind Percy, mentions of the Weasley family, mentions of Percy's family life
wc: 1.4k+
author notes: wrote this during exam season, Percy's words are definitely what I needed to hear while studying
divider by: @strangergraphics
Percy wasn’t acting quite like himself.
In fact, frustratingly, he seemed to be exemplifying the characteristic traits of his 15-year old twin brothers. Sure, he lacked their carefree spirit and non-existent sense of urgency, but being a persistent nagger must be a Weasley family trait.
You have been pouring over your notes, sprawled on the common room floor, with your vision crossing and your reading comprehension slowly dwindling. Your hair was wound in a tight bun, intensifying the rhythmic pounding in your head, and Percy Weasley, the brother who prioritized studying over his own well-being, has been convincing you to stop for the past hour. "Stop thinking" he says for the 100th time.
“Hypocrite” you say, glancing at the collection of books he has scattered around him on the couch. He just finished a ten-minute long sermon about the effects of long-term stress as an attempt to make you take a break, an attempt which you drowned out while your eyes remain fixed on the paper in your hand.
A soft sound comes out of him, it might have even been a chuckle, but it was impossible to tell. After dating Percy for almost three months, you have come to the realization that his emotions are never displayed on his face, that you have to pay attention to the twitching in his fingers or the stiffening of his shoulders to truly grasp what he is feeling.
You feel his eyes on you, which, at first, was easy to ignore. But as minutes pass, as panic builds from the seeminglessly endless content you have to learn, and as an air of self-doubt starts to bubble within your chest, his eyes feel like daggers and his presence becomes suffocating. You look up at him sharply.
“What is your problem? I thought you of all people would understand how important these exams are. You have no idea how difficult it is to have parents like mine, whose expectations feel like a constant weight on my chest, whose hearts would break if I disappoint them. You have no idea what it’s like to have parents that care” you say, half-whispering and half-yelling, your words laced with exhaustion from hours of endless studying. You weren’t thinking, your actions were driven by stress. You didn’t mean it, Percy was smart enough to know that, wasn’t he? His face remained blank, like always, but as clarity dawned upon you, and your eyes began to scan his body, it was obvious that you hurt him.
His shoulders sagged slightly, his breathing quickened, and the hairs on his arms became erect - all changes that would have been imperceptible if you didn’t know him so well. The worst part? He leaned back. It was a small movement, but it was enough to convey what he was thinking. he was scared of you, and you were scared of yourself.
You knew that you were at fault, you knew that you should be comforting him, but as you replayed your words in your head, you found it difficult to hold back your tears. Percy was cautious, composed as ever, hands carefully reaching towards you. His fingers lingered above your face for a second, long enough for you to notice, before reaching down and starting to organize your notes that were scattered on the floor.
The silence was heavy, both of you unable to conjure up words capable of explaining what you were feeling. Percy, after collecting all the papers and putting them in a pile, finally led you to the couch. He turned his head towards you, not looking at the tears that were steadily running down your cheeks. He resisted the urge to wipe them away, knowing that you would melt into his touch, which he so badly craved. He couldn’t yet allow you, and himself, the satisfaction. He needed you to listen to his words first.
“You’re right-” he started. You opened your mouth but he lightly touched your arm to stop your objection. “You are right. My parents’ attention is divided amongst seven kids and my academic triumphs, or failures, do not bear much significance in their eyes. But you’re wrong to say that I do not understand what you are feeling. I, too, feel pressure. The pressure may come from different sources, but it’s still pressure nonetheless. I know that you are stressed, I know that your future is heavily impacted by your performance on these exams, but I also know your worth, I know how intelligent you are. I know that you are capable of doing great things”
He finally gives in and touches your cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear. “But I also know that breaks are essential. You will overwork yourself dear, and overworking yourself will bring you no benefit. I know I am a hypocrite - I never stop studying but I have been doing by best to make you stop this entire night. It is simply because I care about you, more than I do about myself. I wasn’t exaggerating when I was giving you lectures about how dangerous studying too much can be” he raises his eyebrow, and you stifle a laugh. He smiles slightly, then continues.
“I know what it’s like having people constantly who expect you to always have perfect grades, like you’re a machine rather than a human being. You made a reputation for yourself, and now you will forever be condemned to uphold it, to prove yourself worthy of being deemed as smart” He pauses, lost in his thoughts, talking more about himself instead than you. He takes a breath and finally looks you in the eye.
“I know that this may seem unusual, especially coming from me, but your worth is not equivalent to your academic performance. You are worth so much more than your scores, your parents’ love for you should not be conditional and dependent on academics” He brings your legs into his lap and starts massaging them. He then pulls you closer, bringing his forehead against yours. “Even if they do show disappointment, just know this, as long as I am alive, someone will always be proud of you.” you choke out a sob, and he holds you tighter.
His eyebrows furrow with worry, but his eyes soften. That has been the largest display of emotion that Percy Weasley has ever shown, and that display of emotion was for you. That realization only made you bury your head in his chest, timing your breaths with the beat of his heart. As you begin to relax, your eyelids grow heavy. Percy caresses your hair, whispering more anecdotes about studying, but they’re sweet and they are comforting, and you start to drift off.
You suddenly gasp, and Percy looks at you, stunned and confused. You forgot about the words that left your mouth earlier. Your boyfriend spent the past thirty minutes comforting you after you completely emotionally debilitated him. Racked with guilt, you run your hands through his hair and start profusely apologizing.
The words come out mumbled, garbled, wrong. You’re a talkative person, you never had an issue with articulating how you feel. Yet, when it matters the most, you cannot elucidate an apology. “I am so sorry” is the only coherent sentence that comes out of your mouth. He nods slightly, and that small action gives you the confidence you need to keep speaking.
“I was harsh with my words. I was stressed and overwhelmed. That is NOT an excuse, but I swear I would never intentionally hurt you like that” his eyes remain fixed on yours, understanding and forgiving. “I love you Percy Weasley, with my entire heart. I care about you. Your academic triumphs bear much significance in my eyes, and they always will. I see you, I know you, and I notice everything about you. You consume me completely, you are so important to me.”
His composure breaks, you can see it in the relaxing of his shoulders and the rapid rate at which he is now blinking. He heard the word “love” many times, its commonality diminishing its significance in his life. But hearing that he was important to someone, that he mattered, undid him completely.
“Thank you” he whispered
“Just returning the favour” you replied. After a beat of silence, he looks at you mischievously
“So now, do you admit that I am the greatest studying partner alive?” he says, trying to hold back a giggle
“Are you trying to be funny, Percy Weasley?” you reply, feigning shock “I didn’t know you had it in you”
He smiles at you, wide and full of love, flipping you over on the couch. He lays on top of you, akin to a weighted blanket, sleep finally taking over you both.
You wake up to Percy reading you your notes, but instead of ignoring fatigue and diving straight into studying like usual, you close your eyes again, bury your face deeper into his bicep, and listen intently to the comforting sound of his voice.
Found this on Pinterest but I just had to share bc PERCY’S FACE?!? That is 100% me when I wake up the morning 😅😂😂
I mean I’m all of them...but majority of the time it’s percy’s face ngl
I am so not a morning person and it takes me probably a good hour to be able to function properly. & definitely DO NOT wake me up unless you are SUPER gentle and kind about it otherwise I will probably rip your head off and not feel sorry about it one bit. I never have been nor will I ever be a morning person.
💭SFW: Fluff, chaos, light hearted, both twins are into you, short.
A/N: Ask and you shall receive! Weasley twins x reader in some fluff! Hope I captured them well.
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It started like most twin-related things did: too suddenly and far too dramatically.
One second, you were walking back to the Gryffindor common room, your bag heavy with books, your mind heavy with stress. The next, Fred Weasley stepped out from behind a suit of armor with a grin like a conspiracy.
“Evening, love.”
You flinched. “Merlin’s—Fred.”
“Wrong. I’m the handsome one,” he replied, just as George popped up on your other side.
“That’s wildly unfair to me,” George said, mock-offended. “You know, for someone who claims to like us, you really can’t tell us apart.”
“I never said I liked you.”
They gasped in perfect unison.
“Heartless.”
“Cruel.”
“Tempted by neither red hair nor charm—truly a tragic case.”
You didn’t stop walking, but they fell into step with practiced ease, flanking you like mischievous bodyguards.
Fred nudged your shoulder playfully. “It’s a shame, really. We were going to offer you a once-in-a-lifetime deal.”
“Oh no,” you said flatly, already regretting asking. “What kind of deal?”
George threw his arm around your shoulders, dramatic as ever. “Buy one, get one free.”
“We’re a package deal,” Fred added, slipping your bag off your arm before you could protest. “Imagine it — two boyfriends for the price of one. Unbeatable, really.”
“And we’re very efficient,” George said. “One plans the pranks, the other makes sure you’ve eaten breakfast. We take turns being the funny one and the responsible one.”
“I’ve never seen either of you be responsible,” you muttered, but your lips twitched despite yourself.
George gave you a smug little smile, catching it. “Admit it. You like us.”
You rolled your eyes. “I tolerate you.”
“Which is basically love,” Fred said, swinging your bag onto his own shoulder like it weighed nothing. “Next thing you know, you’ll be sitting in our laps by the fire and calling us handsome.”
“Dream on.”
They grinned — the same grin, like they practiced it in a mirror.
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You meant to go upstairs. You really did.
But somehow you ended up sandwiched between Fred and George on the Gryffindor common room couch, a blanket draped over your legs and your head leaning against George’s shoulder.
Fred was playing with your fingers — casually, like it was no big deal. Like you hadn’t spent the last month trying not to get attached.
And George? He’d tugged you closer when you shivered, blanket and all, like it was second nature.
“You’re warm,” you murmured, eyes slipping shut for just a second too long.
“Of course we are,” Fred said, voice low and smug. “We run hot. All part of the boyfriend bundle experience.”
“Not your girlfriend,” you mumbled, but the protest was so weak it may as well have been agreement.
George rested his chin gently on the top of your head. “Mmhmm. That’s why you’re curled up here like a kitten.”
“You tricked me.”
Fred smirked. “We prefer charmed.”
“And trapped,” George added.
“Absolutely ensnared,” Fred said. “You never stood a chance.”
You huffed a laugh, not quite fighting the small smile that tugged at your lips. Their hands were warm where they touched you — one at your waist, one holding your hand, both of them too close, too much, too safe.
“Just for tonight,” you whispered.
But neither of them said anything. They didn’t need to. Fred was already pressing a soft kiss to your temple, and George’s hand tightened just slightly around yours.
including: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy
Harry Potter:
this guy is under an unfathomable amount of stress and bears the weight of impacting the future of the entire wizarding (and muggle) world, so he cherishes the small moments with you
the lazy weekends, sleeping in and playing exploding snaps in the quiet of his dorm
cuddling with you on the sofas in the common room, the roaring fire's warmth miniscule in comparison to the comfort of his body enveloping yours
that doesn't mean in the stressful moments he's absent
he confides in you about the stress and struggle, you are his rock
he loves to listen to you, whether it's as complex as your studies about the nearing arithmancy exam or the simpleness of how your day was
he is a yearner!
he always has either his hands or at least his eyes on you
he worries about what others say about him. not because he's concerned about other's opinions, it's because he worries about yours
he'll ask if his hair looks nice "is it fine? i can change it, it's no problem. whatever you want"
but he is also a member of the sassy man apocalypse.
most of the time it's directed at other students, mostly draco, but there are times he hits you with an eye roll or witty response
he is quick to apologize though
overall, he is an attentive and reserved boyfriend
Ron Weasley:
when he met you, it was like merlin himself bestowed the greatest, heavenly gift to him
with his millions of siblings and legendary and powerful best friends, it's hard for him not to feel inferior or covered in a mirky shadow
but since you decided to choose him, which he still doesn't understand, he worships you
he always mentions you in conversation. to the point that the twins start to tease him and mention you before ron can
he knows all of your favorite things: sweets, class, professor, shop, t-shirt, drink, food, color...everything
he doesn't have a lot of money, so he makes up for the lack of material gifts with the expert knowledge of you
he'll save you an extra pumpkin pasty because he knows you love them. he'll pick the flower on the way back from hogsmeade for you.
however, he gets jealous super easily. dean thomas asks for a quill from you -> jealous. harry asks you a question about herbology homework -> jealous. justin finch fletchley glances at you for a moment to long -> jealous
he is easy to soothe though, a kiss will solve quite anything. he's wrapped around your finger
he will defend you viciously around others, he'll never let a bad word about you slide around him
he loves pda, an arm around you at all times. a kiss before class and after. he wants everyone to know that you chose him
Neville Longbottom:
he showers you with compliments all day long and will be your number one supporter
he goes out of his way to tell you how much he loves your insecurities
he is very shy, and will always ask you for input
"should i wear this sweater?", "can i walk you to class?", "can we hang out later, no pressure"
new flowers every two weeks, they always include a variation of your favorite flower
loves study dates, especially herbology because it is one of the few things he exudes confidence with
always tells you how proud he is of you
doesn't like pda, he is very private with his relationship
but he is the first person to praise/congratulate you in your big moments
he gets picked on a lot by others and it does get to him at times, so be prepared to comfort him like he does for you
Fred Weasley:
he is quite the flirt and will take any chance to make you blush
a wink when passing in the halls, a quick innuendo whispered in your ear in class, and longing touches when out with friends
will never let you open a door for yourself, will sprint ahead of you to open the classroom door
has a reputation for being a prankster, and you are not off limits when it comes to being pranked
however your pranks are very light and silly compared to most of his other victims
you are the first person (besides george) he tells about any new idea for his joke shop products
you know the saying you're not just dating a person, but their entire family - this is true for fred
george and lee are almost always with the two of you, very little privacy
He once asked george to switch spots with him to prank you, you could tell right away once george didn't immediately try to kiss you when you saw him that morning
he does get jealous at times, but mostly when you laugh to hard at someone's joke, he is the only one who can make you laugh like that
will always include you when going out with friends and invite you to quidditch practices always
George Weasley:
he is definitely more reserved than fred, but is still very extroverted
more outward with his pda though -> arm around your shoulder or waist at all times
doesn't like to prank you because he would rather you be included and contribute to his pranks
is also a flirt, but it's mostly compliments and telling you how good you look
there is always a smile on his face around you
will also include you in everything he does, thinks, or says
jealousy just runs in the weasley family, but he will sit with it quietly and you will just have to wonder why marcus flint was left hanging off the witch statue by his robe the next morning
loves to tease you
will moves strands of hair away from your face and just smile at you
loves to stare you, whenever you look up from your potion in class his eyes are piercing into you
loves to give weird gag gifts to you, then right afterwards surprise you with something you actually wanted
Draco Malfoy:
rivals harry with his sassy demeanor, obligatory eye roll every thirty minutes
a hand at the small of your back guiding you when walking
a smirk is always on his face along with a suggestive comment coming out of it at the sight of you
always has his silver rings and chain on
will make fun of others with you
during his quidditch games, he will show off for you and point to you
will entertain other girls' attention, then call you over to show you off
cares about appearance a lot
will tell the sweetest stories about his mother, but only to you and in the privacy of a dorm
is a huge cuddler, but do not tell anyone he is very worried about that getting out
a perfect afternoon for him is harry tripping and embarrassing himself, and then cuddling with you in his dorm after
is very competitive, whether it's class performance or a quick game of wizard's chess be prepared for him to try too hard
⚡️He never got to grow up with a healthy relationship, let alone seeing what one looked like so I think it would take him some time to get used to having a girlfriend
⚡️Yearns! (A man who yearns is a man who earns 😆) he definitely had a thing for you for at-least a year before finally getting you, Hermione and Ron were absolutely sick of his longing looks and him droning on about how much he liked you
⚡️Big on gift giving, for a boy who grew up with next to nothing, he likes to spend his money on his loved ones which ends up with him spoiling you rotten
⚡️Protective af, being the number one sworn enemy of the worst wizard in history and never having a normal year since arriving at hogwarts he knew that you being his girlfriend put you at risk, although you are one hell of a dueller he would always throw himself into the line of fire to make sure you were safe
⚡️Lets you know his fears, every part of him is an open book for you, from how it really felt growing up without parents and his awful aunt and uncle to being thrown in a new world with a bad guy who has a personal vendetta against him even though he was too young to remember what actually went down that night, you’re his safe space, when the world gets too much he confides in you
⚡️Terrified of losing you, he has lost so many loved ones but the thought of losing you too keeps him awake at night
⚡️When the new relationship jitters die down he is a cocky, sassy full embodiment version of his father, flirts with you relentlessly (sometimes it’s dreadful makes you face palm flirting, other times you’re face is as red as a tomato) teases you relentlessly but a good thing you can give it right back to him
⚡️Poor boy was so touch-deprived that it is his main love language, loves to cuddle and sneaks you up to his dorm almost every night “just 5 more minutes” in the morning and more often than not makes you two late for you first classes, loves a bit of PDA, hands always on you whenever he’s near you
⚡️Show off towards you, winks sent in your direction when he gets an answer right let alone if he passes a test, Quidditch games and practices are spent showing off his skills as a seeker and on a broom
⚡️1000% committed to you, the boy pined over you for ages and when he finally has you he’s not letting you go, “My girlfriend” “my girl” are phrases he is always dropping in conversations with anyone that will listen to him, the day he first properly looked at you was the day that he never looked at another girl in any other way as a friend again
Helllooo!! To begin, I would like to talk about how much I enjoy your other writings! The way you write is just so delightful. The little details here and there with the characters yet not at all out of character is just ✨👌chef's kiss
Moreover, I would like to make a reader x Percy Weasley (kinda) request!! Takes place before the war but after Percy disowns his family. His position in the ministry is still high but not to the point of being busy all the time. Perhaps it's curiosity or perhaps he wanted to take his mind off the magic world, but he found himself walking around muggle towns at night. Something unfamiliar yet refreshing. Being the nerd he is, his first place to go is the library. A muggle librarian (reader) immediately grew accustomed to the ginger haired lad. She found it strange that he always had this quizzical furrow on his face, like he hadn't a clue on what library computers were. One day, as he was checking out his book, she engaged in conversation with him.
That'll be where I leave off. You could also either leave it there or continue, whatever suits you best :]
While I do hope for romance in this request, platonic moments are not unwelcomed, in fact, it'd be good to see how chemistry is there in the first place.
Lastly, I wanted to ask about the background of your Tumblr bio. The cat's such a cutie :>> Is it yours or did you find it elsewhere? Either way, I think it fits your aesthetic very well!!
Have a nice day <3 keep up the good work!
requested: yes
words: 667
warning: none
a/n sorry this took me so long, I'm still trying to get out of my writers block, so I'm hoping this blurb will help
summary: Percy starts visiting a muggle library where he meets a muggle librarian
Being a librarian wasn't your first choice of job, but it was a good one. You got to spend your days helping people look for books, sort books, and spend your free time reading. The job paid well for a college student like you, and you enjoyed meeting the people. Particularly a certain ginger boy.
He started to visit the library frequently, looking for books, or reading a weird newspaper you'd never seen before. One of the first times he came in he couldn't figure out what the library computers did, so you had to help him. Which was odd, since he looked like someone who would work in an office and know how to use a computer. Nevertheless you helped him navigate using the computer.
The first time you had a real conversation with him was when he was checking out one of your favorite books. Not many people picked it, which was what piqued your interest in him.
"This is one of my favourites actually, the author's writing style is fantastic, and the plot is even better," you commented, checking out the book for him.
He smiled, looking awkward, and partly nervous, "I read some of it and it seems, umm... interesting," he said, not meaning it to sound rude, he was just unsure about what to say. He wasn't used to pretty girls talking to him about books, especially muggle girls.
"It definitely is one of its kind," you responded, handing back the book, "You'll have to tell me how it is next time you're here," you said, as if trying to hint at something.
His voice seemed to catch in his throat, "Yeah, I definitely will," he murmured, shaking his head slightly.
"Good to know I'll see you again..." you trailed off looking at his name on his library card, "Percy," you finally said with a smile.
Percy nodded again before speaking, "I'll see you later, Y/N," he said, reading your name off your name tag.
The next time you saw Percy was later when the library was almost an hour from closing. He'd come in, in what looked like his work clothes, looking tired. He saw you at the front desk and quickly walked over to you.
"H-hi," he said, awkwardly, clearing his throat to get your attention.
"Hey, Percy," you responded, elated to see him again, "How was the book?" you asked, excited for his feedback.
He took the book out his bag, placing it in front of you, "It was brilliant, the author's writing is rather fluid, and the characters seemed almost as if they were real," he rambled, an awkward smile on his face.
You couldn't help but smile at his compliments to the book. You rarely found anyone who read it, or understood its meaning enough to enjoy it.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," you said, "What did you think of the plot twist?" you asked, looking up at him from behind your desk.
"It was rather unexpected, but I think it made the story all come together," he told you.
You and Percy continued to converse about the book, not watching the time. You thought Percy's takes were riveting, and a whole new perspective to the writing. Soon enough the library was closing and your conversation had to be cut short.
"This was great, but I have to close up," you said, standing up from behind your desk, "Maybe I'll see you another time?" you asked, hopeful he would say yes.
Percy froze for a moment, gathering confidence to ask his next words, "If you're not busy after closing, we could maybe grab a drink, and talk about the book more," he offered, before adding, "But only if you want to."
You considered it for a moment before nodding your head, "I would love to," you accepted, flustered by him.
You'd grown fond of the ginger boy you hadn't known for long. But you planned to be around him more to know him better than before.
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okay but imagine marrying one of the twins. you are close to most of the family but surprisingly, you and Percy are always talking. he’s never been super close to his family, feeling like an outsider, but you just seem to get him. perhaps you work a similar job or he just understands your jokes more than anyone else.
it confuses your husband, who was never really close with his older brother. sure, they’ve been working on repairing that relationship after the war, but you seem to naturally gravitate towards him.
