Y/n Running As Fast As They Can

Y/n running as fast as they can

5 out of the 7 Weasley siblings chasing after them

Nico being gay

Y/n being lgbtq (I didn't want to assume so I just put lgbtq)

Y/n & Nico it’s a family trait

Piece by Piece | F.W.

“He’ll never walk away. He’ll never break her heart. He’ll take care of things, he’ll love her. Piece by piece, he restored my faith that a man can be kind and a father should be great.” // Piece by Piece, Kelly Clarkson

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader 

Summary: As a father, Fred is everything a man should be. 

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Reader has an absent/abusive father, “daddy issues”, unplanned pregnancy, parenthood, but honestly this is dad!Fred fluff <3 

AN: I have a terrible relationship with my father and lots of trauma from that, and a close friend of mine on here does, too. We were chatting about it and how we dream that our future daughters are ‘daddy girls’. Thus, I wrote this oneshot. Honestly, it was so healing to write and gave me all sorts of emotions. I hope you enjoy, even if you can’t entirely relate. 

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You leaned against the kitchen island, holding a cup of warm coffee in your hands. You took slow sips, watching your husband, who was seated on the floor with your daughter.

Fred’s legs were practically touching his chest as he sat in the tiny, child-sized chair. He held a plastic teacup between his thumb and forefinger. Holding it out toward her, he raised an eyebrow. “I’ll have one sugar in my tea, miss.”

Your daughter giggled. “Daddy! You already has four sugars in there!”

It was something you had never known. You had hoped and prayed for your daughter, even before her conception, that this would be the love she knew. You longed to keep her from the ache of uncelebrated Father’s Days and broken promises. The hole left behind by your father was like an abyss. It swirled deep within you - its very being beckoning you to wonder about your worth and ability to be loved. 

But Fred put your fears to rest. When she was first born, he looked at her like the most precious thing he’d ever seen. On that cool April morning when Fred had held her for the first time, he was unable to control the tears that spilled down his happy cheeks.

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Proposal- Arthur Weasley

Pairing: Arthur Weasley x Reader

Characters: Arthur Weasley

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 638

Author: Charlotte

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Dead - Harry Potter

Prompt: Reader is Harry’s wife and George’s best friend. Set after Harry dies in the Battle of Hogwarts.

George Weasley wraps his arm around you as you stand in front of Voldemort’s ranks. In Hagrid’s arms is Harry Potter. Dead. Tears stream down your face as you clasp your hand over your mouth to suppress the sobs. “It’ll be okay,” George  whispers, rubbing a hand up your back. “Harry Potter,” Voldemort speaks, “Is dead.” George’s grasp on you tightens. “I now present a chance for you to surrender and join me. It is useless and childish to shed magical blood over something so mundane.” Your hands form into a fist at your side and George takes them into his hands. 

“He wouldn’t want you to do something you’d regret,” George whispers.  “What does it matter? He’s dead. Tom killed him,” you seethe into his chest.  Voldemort stills and examines the crowd. “Who dares speak my name?” Your heart clenches, but you ignore it. You draw in a breath, but George covers your mouth with his free hand. 

Voldemort’s eyes lock on you and you freeze. “Who would you be?” he asks, stepping closer to you. George shifts to stand in front of you.  “George Weasley,” he says calmly. You feel his body shaking as he holds you behind him.  With a small flicker of his hand George is thrown across the courtyard. “George!” you scream, running to him. Before you reach his body, two death eaters have wrapped their arms around you and hold you between them.  “I won’t ask a third time. Who are you?” Voldemort asks.  “(Y/N),” you answer. “(Y/N) Potter.”  “I didn’t know the boy had a sister,” Voldemort says.  “He doesn’t. He has a wife.” You kick the guard on your left in the kneecap and pull out your wand. Before you can curse your other guard, Voldemort has his wand digging into the side of your neck.  “I’m sure he would want his wife to join him.” 

The Death Eater pulls you away from the Order and to where Harry is standing. You fight against him and are able to look back enough to see George fighting against his father and Bill to run after you. “I’m sorry,” you mouth.  George shakes his head. You smile slightly before you and jerked to face the crowd of Death Eaters. 

“The girl before you is the wife of Harry Potter. She will be made an example of what will happen if you choose the wrong side.” 

“Avada-” “Expelliarmus!” another voice cuts in. Voldemort’s wand connects with another. Your eyes follow the light to find Harry standing at the other end. You want to shout, to burst into tears, to kiss him, but you can’t. In that moment you elbow your captor and pull out your wand. “Stupefy!” you scream, and he falls to the ground.

Chaos reigns around you. There is nothing but screaming and fighting, but you focus on Harry. He’s overpowering Voldemort. He’s on his knees, barely holding his own. With one final push, Voldemort’s curse ricochets back to him. He falls to the ground, lifeless. 

Everything stops. With no leader, the Death Eaters retreat. All that’s left is rubble and hundreds of exhausted wizards. 

Harry’s eyes lock with yours. For a second, neither of you move. You just stand there, staring at each other. Then, Harry takes a step and you follow. Harry wraps his arms around you and you lean into his chest. You allow yourself to cry, sobs raking through your chest. “You were dead.”  “Not really,” Harry responds. “Well, maybe a bit.”  You laugh lightly. Harry gently pushes you off his chest. His hands move to your face, where he gently wipes your tears off your cheeks. With your face still in his hands, he gently kisses your forehead. “I love you.”  “I love you, too.”