I legit cannot explain to you how insane this is!! I never expected 2 let alone ONE HUNDRED!!!! I really adore and appreciate every one of you, and cannot wait to grow with y’all :) This is absolutely insane.
I figured this would be a great time to let you all get to know me (finally) lol, and I hope to get to know you all.
First off...HELLO!!! I am not at the point where I am comfortable giving out my name, but I can start with some other things. I am a 21 year old Environmental Engineering Major. So writing is not my strongest suit, hence the reason I started this account (get better and learn). I am a Ravenclaw since the sorting hat takes into your preference, otherwise I would be in Gryffindor. My Myers Briggs is a ENFP-T and my enneagram is 7 wing 8, so I feel like that is extremely self explanatory and probably gives some perspective on my characters.
My love for Harry Potter took a lot of time to develop, probably shouldn’t admit that. My sister and cousin are five years older than me so they were obsessed as it was released. Thus resulting in me knowing a lot about Harry Potter without my consent. However, once they forced me to read the books and really sit down and watch the movies I really fell into it. I think that is really enough about me...
Master list: * indicates it is a bit spicy
The Letters Series
Part 1
George Weasley
Sore Loser Part 1
Sore Loser Part 2 *
Fred Weasley
Fitted Part 1
Fitted Part 2 *
Salvation in the Burrow *
Please Feel Free to talk to me :)
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Don’t ever hesitate to reach out!! I am getting to know this platform since the last time I used it was in 2013 when just a photograph of Matthew Healy would make me cry. Not even being the slightest bit of dramatic.
I drew this from @atalienart ‘s post! It is pretty much a copy and mine is a shitty version bc I used it to learn procreate and I made it from hers and a replica never compares to an original.
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I owe everyone who follows me or ever checks my blog an apology. I went missing for like a month and a half with no warning or update what so ever. That is not fair or right, people deserved a post or some kind of explanation. In all honesty, I cannot promise this won’t happen again. With school and the elections I got into a really rocky place where I needed to turn off all electronics. There was a time where I hadn’t left my room really for two weeks and tried to take time to process and cope with whatever was running through my head.
I am okay now. After finals I kept with staying off social media and was able to go home and see my family. I hadn’t been home for six months because of COVID and the fact that I go to school 1200 miles away from my house. When rejoining the internet world I found atalienart’s post and it just brought me so much joy and I admire her style so I ATTEMPTED to remake it with myself and George, so I thought it was only fair to share it with you all. This is not really my art style and I am going to use that as an excuse as to why mine is pathetic compared to the original post. I know it kind looks like a Weasley and Hermione post, but I have crazy brown hair and amber eyes as well. I also prefer her with the headcanon that she is mixed.
ANYWAYS I am working on a piece and hope to get it out soon. I love you and I am a piece of shit. I sorry.
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Also, @whitewineandpizzapuffs is the kindest human I have ever talked to. Please give her a follow and show her some love :)
UPDATE: I posted this and then saw that my blog has reached TWO HUNDRED followers while I was MIA. Every single one of you is absolutely insane and incredible and I cannot express the serotonin that brought me because I just want to be everyone’s friend and this is a run on sentence, but you all are so darlings kids!!!!
summary : Y/N is in her seventh year at hogwarts and is still a virgin. she doesn’t want to be intimate with just anybody, so she asks her best friend, Fred Weasley, to be her first.
word count: 7k
warnings: 18+ smut, oral sex (fem receiving), cussing, your usual sexy time stuff. unprotected sex but i mean they’re wizards so surely its fine right?
(gif not mine)
Y/N Y/L/N sat beside Hermione Granger in the Great Hall, eating lunch at the end of the table and chatting about the latest muggle book Hermione had read and wanted to share with Y/N. She listened intently while her best friend smiled and frowned at the twists and turns of the plot. Breaths into her latest sentence, Hermione stops, peering somewhere behind Y/N with wide eyes and pursed lips, nudging Y/N to turn around before she could get a question out.
Angelina Johnson and George Weasley entered the Great Hall at the same time, sheepish grins on their faces. George scratched the back of his neck, biting his lip while grinning as they parted ways, he headed towards the other side of the Gryffindor table where Fred, Ron, Harry and the other boys sat. Angelina hurried off towards the girls, taking a seat before Y/N.
“You’ve got to be joking!” Hermione exclaimed as Angelina sat fully.
Description: George Weasley has been secretly dating (Y/N), a Slytherin girl in his year. He’s too scared to know what everyone will think of them together, so does everything he can to keep their relationship hidden. But at what cost?
Pairing: George Weasley x slytherin!fem!reader
Warnings: Mentions of food, heartache, secret relationship, angst, a sprinkle of fluff in places
Author’s note: Georgie Porgie nursery rhyme. I’ve had this nursery rhyme stuck in my head and then suddenly got inspired to write. Whether this turns out okay, that’s a different story. Hope you enjoy :)
Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
Since the start of the summer, George had been walking on eggshells whenever the post arrived. He’d always get a letter, and everyone was curious as to who it was from. George brushed it off, saying it was nobody important and just shoved the letter in his pocket, saving it for later. He knew who was writing to him, of course he did. Whenever he saw (Y/N)’s handwriting, his heart would do somersaults in his chest and butterflies irrupted in his stomach. He had been secretly dating the girl since the beginning of their fifth year, and George couldn’t be happier. The secrecy of the relationship was George’s idea, as he was afraid of what people would think of them together. George was a Gryffindor, (Y/N) was a Slytherin. The two houses had an ongoing rivalry since the dawn of time, making George terrified if they ever made the relationship public.
So, all summer long, they had written to each other and George had even sent her little care packages. They included all his mother’s baking of pies, pastries, deserts and puddings. Every letter he got back from her, it was filled with praises to his mother’s gift of baking and hoping to meet her officially one day. George always managed to brush of the comments about meeting his family, replaced with sweet words and endless promises.
Aaaaaah PEOPLEEEEE, THANK U SO SO SO MUCH💘 I started this blog to share my writings but also to practice some more as i struggle a lot with it when it comes to my uni’s essays. I never believed that many people could be interested and now there’s 200 of you?? sqlwksdnwekdnwoeidnweoinn thank u so much, honestly.
So, because i need to save uni right now (lol), my celebration post will be up in a couple of days,
My roommate heard mice so she asked me to come down and check it out. She deadass sang the Ratatouille the Musical songs as I tried to catch it. Now Remi is living in our kitchen and I believe he winked at me. I am deceased.
I know I started this series to be able to put more out there. I didn’t mean to lie. I am really sorry, I am just a bad student who needs to do unrealistically well on finals so I am attempting to grind. Hopefully, I will be able to do more in the next few weeks.
This series is going to be long and slow at first. I kinda want it to develop at a realistic-ish pace and not just rush in. I also would love to evolve it with yall so please please feel free to give input and ideas!!!
April 16th, 1996
To the Shadow Writer,
What do you think of the name? I said it is mysterious and heroic, but Fred thinks we could be more creative about it. We shall see how it develops. Besides that, we appreciate than fan mail of course. Roaring reviews have always been our strong suit. Personally, I like when people actually roar to show us their gratitude. A bit disappointed in you, I guess.
This is George writing, but do not get worrisome. Fred is helping me. Well, he is trying to cut a piece of my hair to send to you because apparently that is what you do when you respond to fan mail. Please in your response let him know that is not what you want. I fear if we keep doing this he might start sending you some of my smelly socks or worn underwear. I doubt either one of us are thrilled at that image, except for Fred of course. Now that I have written out the potential of another student having my underwear, I have realized you may even be a male. Which is cool, of course, just makes the whole socks and hair a bit more strange to me.
Bloody hell, is this Harry? If it is Harry I am definitely sending my nasty pair. Only for him though.
We do appreciate your letter. It is nice to know that we can help some others feel a bit better at times like these, and that you have even noticed. We wish we knew who you were though. A new mate is a new mate, but it can be quite difficult to glue your fingers together if we do not know who you are.
If you get this, do know that Fred is about to sneak into the women’s bathroom in a wig.
Please write back,
The Firecracker Twins
P.S. Sorry, Fred asked me to add that Umbridge is a pig and hopefully she will really be one soon. WINK WINK.
Summary: Fred Weasley was Hogwarts biggest player. After many bad experiences falling in love, he started his long list of one-night stands, leading to his now widely-known bad reputation. On the other hand, Y/n Malfoy is known for her intelligence and good behavior, a reputation so opposite to his. Of course, no one could imagine the storm inside her as she tries to forget a secret past relationship. But what could happen when a party brings them together? Not only two people that seem so different from the outside, but also two swore enemies.
Warnings: SMUT, characters are underage (17), degradation, fingering, face fucking, oral sex (fem receiving), pinning, cursing, under age drinking. A lot of bickering, honestly idk if it’s healthy, and SMUUUUT (like, probably 5/6 of this is smut)
A/n: this got wild, kids (11.3 k words). Also, yes, character is bi. And this is enemies to lovers, it has a second part on the way, yeee. I had created it in a perfectly organized structure of paragraphs, but since tumblr hates me i had to send it all to the trash in order to make this fit so i’m quite sorry if something looks terribly piled up :) I really hope you like it anyways, feedback is always welcome. NOTE 2: when i first posted this, Fred and reader had an age gap but i changed it, so you may find changes in the story plot, hope u don’t mind 🥰Based on Camila Cabello’s My Oh My 💃🏼
“Seriously, what do you do for fun?” the french girl next to you asked, her dark skin and curly hair shining from the sunlight bathing both of you as you stood in the middle of Hogwarts grounds. “I read,” your voice sounded so small in comparison of her confident tone. You blushed as she chuckled at your answer. “Fine, what else makes you happy?” she asked with a grin in her face, you blushed even more at the goosebumps her gaze gave you. “Am, running? going to the theatre?” once again, your insecurity stood out against her cocky attitude. She laughed at you, the sound creating butterflies in your stomach. “You know, it just seems to me that you’re so caught up doing what everyone tells you is right, that you forget to live life." "What do you suggest?” you surprised yourself at how outgoing your own question sounded. “Stop being such a good girl every once in a while, it’s fun, you’ll see.”
You shake your head as the noise brings you back to reality. The party surrounding you feels overwhealming, specially as the drink in your hand starts making effect. You try not to think —again— about how dissapointed your parents would be if they knew you are in a party, drinking alcohol, without the “protection” of your brother, and in a muggle bar. But you are here due to a last-minute change of mind, for what was only meant as a favor to your fellow 7th year peers.
The last year of school is thought to be the last chance to enjoy life without the pressure of being in the adult-world. That’s why all your classmates were determined to have some good time before they left Hogwarts. But with Umbridge there… it had turned almost impossible. Trying to scape school for a night, they asked you, the Head Girl, to be part of the plan-making. Some people Gryffindors were against the idea, claiming “that boot-licker prefect will go to Umbridge with the plan”. But Slytherins knew to trust their best strategist and golden Silver Girl. And you proved, once again, your scheming habilities by adding another successful plan to your pocket.
But even if it wasn’t your original intention to attend the party, you are now here thanks to the memories of Dhalia encouraging you to join the fun. You take one last sip of your drink, then leave the empty cup on the bar turning to give one last look at the mirror behind it.
“C'mon, let go,” said Dhalia as she played with the sparkly green ribbon that kept your hair in a half-ponytail. Your cheeks felt like burning of how close her face was to yours. “I always have it, my mum gave it to me,” you replied, your voice so low due to how nerveous you were. “Exactly, you always have it. Just let go for once.”
You could almost feel her playful eyes pleading at you again, and the butterflies in your stomach that came with it too. Without thinking it twice, you clutch the ribbon between your fingers, taking it off and letting all of your signature-Malfoy hair fall freely against your back.
“Hey, Y/n, i’ve been looking for you,” calls Danielle, your roomate and one of your closest friends.
“Sorry, i needed a drink.”
“Someone’s trying to get wasted, uh?” she asks playfully, you only shake your head and laugh a little. I am just trying to keep the memories away, you think.
“Shall we go dance?” you look at her trying to get your thoughts out of the subject.
“What a sin to ask!” she smiles widely and takes your hand pulling you to the —very limited— dance floor. It is clear this muggle bar wasn’t meant to receive a large bunch of teenagers, but it was the closest place to Hogwarts the planners could find.
The effect of the drink you had before is growing by the second, making your body feel relaxed and allowing you to move more freely across the dance floor. Dhalia was right, as always. A joyful feeling is invading your chest as you dance around with your friends, something so rare to happen in your daily routine.
Trigger Warning: crude language, talk of sex and pedophilia.
So first I want to make a point to say that this is not me coming at another blog or writer, and I am not making this to belittle or attack anyone. This is just a conversation that I think anyone in the fanfiction writing world needs to have with themselves and each other. Thus why I chose not to specify any posts I have seen about this topic.
Writing sexual fanfiction about characters who are consider minors.
As an adult who does this exact thing, I really want to address my perspective on this and do feel a slight need to defend myself. The word pedophile/pedophilic has been used to describe some things and I feel that is not the best way to label the overall intention or perspective of fanfiction writers.
I can understand the concept of it being pedophilic if I look at a photo of the Phelps twins at age 16 (the Weasley twins) today and making a comment hypersexualizing them. That is not something I do. At age 21 if I see a photo of 15/16 year old George Weasley I think “he is adorable, no wonder 15 year old me was in love with him” and I acknowledge that when I was 15, I had most likely thought “shit I would let him hit it” about 15/16 year old Phelps twins.
I was introduced to the Harry Potter world at age 8 and became invested in the series when I was 13 years old. To me, I have grown up with these characters. In my head we are the same age and went through each school year together. The attachment I have developed to the Weasley twins is not as a 21 year old woman, it was as a classmate in a sense. In my imagination, I was 16 years old with them and was attending Hogwarts along side of them. I can confidently say that is how I believe majority of us feel.
**I do want to note that this is where my perspective becomes more subjective.**
As someone who writes sexualized fanfiction about the Harry Potter world, I do not write them from an adults point of view. Yes, many of them are written from the reader’s perspective, however, that does not mean the modern day version of the reader. It means the reader if they were at the appropriate age in that setting. So if the story is written about characters in their sixth year of Hogwarts, presumably the “reader” or character’s perspective is as a 17 year old.
I also want to address the idea of writing about minors in sexual ways. I was in high school when I lost my virginity, like many others. I was at the age where I would be attending Hogwarts when I started to have sexual relationships with people of the same age as me. I do not write these to fetishize minors, I write these because this is how I imagine in an alternate universe how attending Hogwarts could have been like. In a sense these are possible memories, and using the term pedophilic to describe it does not seem remotely correct to me. If right now I think about a sexual experience I had as minor and I think about how I felt in that exact moment with each movement, that is not from the perspective of a 21 year old with a 16 year old. It’s how I felt as a 16 year old being intimate with another 16 year old.
If I were to right now fantasize about the Weasley twins, it would be if they were adults and more specifically it would be adult James and Oliver Phelps because that is the human physical representation of Fred and George we have.
I just want to caution everyone to really be aware of the use of your words especially those as extreme as pedophile/pedophilic. If you are going to describe or compare fanfiction writers to those words, hold authors and other creators to that as well. You have watched movies, tv shows, and have read books that involve minors having sexual relations that were written by adults. It is very much the same concept.
I do want to address that fanfiction about characters under that age of 15 makes me extremely uncomfortable and is wrong to me. I have never come across anything like that, but the idea is extremely disturbing. That may be because at those ages, those were not experiences I was having or I think individuals should be having.
This post is not to say I am correct and my perspective is permanent. I made this because right now, this is where I stand and this is a conversation I do think needs to be had. Again, I am not trying to argue anyone or specific blogs/posts.
I’ll do em when I wake up! Which means you got a lot more than a hour but please let there be some when I wake up! Love you guys and goodnight my loves!
dancing in the pouring rain (fred weasley x reader)
a/n: Another dad Fred because this idea lives rent free in my head at all times. Also I’m keeping the name Della for his daughter just because. this is shorter than most of my fics but I just really wanted to write more dad Fred lol
warnings: None, this is very fluffy
You knew marrying Fred was signing up for a lifetime of excitement. From fireworks blasting a hole in the wall to accidentally eating one of their joke candies and even Fred dropping one of their instant darkness powder which lead to the two of you fumbling around for hours. But when you got pregnant and had a little girl things became a whole new level of chaos. Restful nights became the norm as your daughter required most of your attention. It was all worth it though. The moments she said her first words, her first steps, it was the perfect family.
Nights like these were rare for Fred. Della was sleeping peacefully in her bed. The dishes from dinner were cleaning and drying themselves as Fred sat in his office finishing off a few leftover order forms from work. You were sitting on the couch flipping through the latest Miranda Goshawk book. The crackling fire and sounds of the rain hitting the window were comforting, though lulling Fred to sleep.
Cracking his neck he throws down the quill and rubs his eyes. He loved his job but he severely underestimated the number of papers he had to sign and review. Glancing at the clock he notes the late hour and decides to call it a night for work. He could always get George to do it later.
You know Fred is done with work based on 3 things. The first is the loud groan that comes from his office which signals he’s stretching his back and finishing work. Then he would peek his head into the living room. The messy ginger hair making an appearance as he checks to see if you’re awake. When you aren’t he’ll scoop you up and carry you to bed. If you are awake then he moves to step 3.
Jumping into your lap.
The 6′3″ idiot which you’ve come to love collapses on the couch right on top of you.
