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GANG HELP ME FIND A FIC PLEASE!!

it was jegulus and they were kinda fake dating but it started as James and Regulus were hiding in a broom closet bc James had been doing a little prank and they had to like pretend they were having a little secret randevou so that they wouldn't be suspected for the prank bc filch found them if you catch my drift.

I'm pretty sure the prank was this massive ass snake just following Mulciber around idk gang

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My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

I am sorry, I am unable to donate, but hopefully some people who see this can

she is so mean, i love her

Lotus Blossom | Chapter Two

𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑠 𝑉𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑠𝑖!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: female reader/description, canon divergent, minor racist/misogynistic undertones, arranged marriage, tension, aloof reader, profanity, slow burn romance, use of Y/n

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: A girl of Essos is brought to the West to wed Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, but she is adamant on pushing away her future husband.

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1625

Series Masterlist | Chapter One

GODS DAMN HER. Y/n wanted the fucking butter. It was glorious, it looked creamy and she spied a sprinkling of flaky sea salt on the top of it. The bread would be too tasteless and dry for her to eat without any butter. But she just refused Jacaerys' offer, and she was already rude enough when declining it. He would think she was doing it just to spite him. Honestly, he wouldn't be wrong... But her mother would notice, and perhaps one of his siblings were paying attention to the whole thing.

She was snapped out of her daze, her thoughts of butter, when Jacaerys began talking with her. She had to suppress the urge to look away from those puddles of brown eyes. He resembles a desperate puppy, she thought to herself.

"Tell me, my lady," Jacaerys spread some of that smooth butter upon his own piece of bread. The small piece of it rolled over the baked dough seamlessly, filling any of the sunken areas. By the end of his spreading, a perfect sheet of pale yellow lay atop the slice. Y/n's mouth watered, so she tore away herself from butter admiration to face her betrothed instead. "What is Essos like?"

Y/n cleared her throat, taking a long sip from the goblet in front of her. "It's different from Westeros." She hoped her very vague, very brusque answer would be enough. Obviously not.

"How so?" Jacaerys pressed. He genuinely was curious. He should get to know his betrothed, make her feel comfortable here enough so she could tell him things. Besides that motive, he'd read much on Essos, and the content was a collection of culture and wonder.

"The air is certainly cleaner," she jabbed. But to her frustration, the insult came across as a joke, not a direct poke at the conditions of Westeros. Most of the table gathered together in light laughter, including the silly prince. The way his eyes crinkled and the way his cheeks moved... it was infuriating. It wasn't meant to be humorous.

"I'd wager it is," Jacaerys continued. "Baela and Rhaena have told me about Pentos before." He gestured to the girls opposite them.

"You've been to Pentos?" Y/n questioned, her interest perking up.

"We were born there," the one with the curls answered. "I'm Baela, by the way. Rhaena's my little sister."

"You were born nine minutes before me, how am I your little sister?"

"Still younger," Baela interjected. "I do not care what you may argue, young one."

"I am going to strangle you," Rhaena threatened. "I will make sure your remains are burnt into a pile of ashes by your own dragon. Moondancer shall feast on your bones."

Baela scoffed. "Please. Moondancer loves me far too much to eat my corpse."

Daemon sniggered amusedly. His wife smiled a moment, and shook her head. "Girls. Perhaps we should refrain from mentioning such... morbid anecdotes during our meal. You'll scare off our guests."

"It is no mind," Y/n waved off, almost making a sound of victory when she saw her mother's brows raise. "It is quite funny, actually. I myself do not have siblings."

"How lucky," Jacaerys tutted. Gods every time his voice sounded it like a sword scraping on a surface of metal to her. She could never uncover the particular reason, but there wasn't really a difference when it was overshadowed by her general irritability. "I swear I have beasts instead of brothers. Four of them too."

She noticed he mentioned four brothers, and not two.

"How unfortunate for you," Y/n mused.

Jacaerys chuckled. Does he take everything as a joke? Apparently so. “Truly.”

“Hey!” A slightly younger boy, the one next to Jacaerys looked offended.

“Oh piss off Luke,” he brushed his brother off. “I’ve heard you say much worse things about me. You should count yourself lucky I do not tell Mother.”

"Do not tell me what?" Rhaenyra cut in. Her eyes were demanding, as they looked back and forth between her two boys. They looked back at their mother guiltily, then towards each other. Luke glared, but Y/n could not see Jacaerys' expression.

"Nothing, Mother," Lucerys interrupted before she could say anything more. "Jace was lying."

Jacaerys opened his mouth for a retort, though he ultimately decided against it. He wouldn't want to look stupid in front of the girl to be his wife, and of course his mother would reprimand him for it. He shifted his attention back to her, much to Y/n's dismay. He caught the way her nose wrinkled, or how her brows twitched. He wasn't even offended, he even found himself staring a moment too long.

"Something you wanted, my prince?" Y/n inquired. It took all of her willpower not to arch a brow or look at him in a less than polite manner.

Quickly, Jacaerys regained his thoughts. He'd never done that before, moon over a lady. His cheeks were pink. "Oh um yes. I was wondering if you'd like to take a tour of the keep- with me. Chaperoned, of course. I thought you might enjoy seeing the sighs, familiarise yourself. Uh I think your mother might've mentioned to mine that you enjoy history? The place is full of it."

At that, Y/n shot a disappointed look to her mother. This was aggravating, how much effort he was willing to put in. Honestly, they could go their separate ways until they were wed, and meet once in a while to have babies. Oh fuck, she thought to herself, jaw almost dropping when she recalled that particular detail. I have to-

"Something the matter, my lady?"

"What?" The decibels of her voice sounded an octave higher.

"Did you... not want to go?" Jacaerys asked. His eyebrows were raised as he looked at her with a queer curiosity.

After her mother cleared her throat, Y/n realised she truly had no choice. Swallowing and smiling tightly, she nodded. "It would be my utmost honour to be accompanied by you in a tour of your lovely home. I am certain it will be utterly enlightening."

Baela coughed on her drink as she was sipping from her goblet, letting out a very unbecoming snort. Everyone looked to glance at her. She raised her eyes from the cup, a sheepish smile upon her pretty face. But she laughed nonetheless, which left Jacaerys rolling his eyes. Baela patted Y/n on the back. "I like you."

Y/n grinned in return, a simple agreement that she too reciprocated Baela's sentiment.

"Congratulations, sister," Rhaena snarked. "Someone finally likes you. You've got yourself a friend after six and ten years."

"You're going be dead at six and ten years."

After yet another threat of death between the sisters, a second small argument ensued between them both. Only when their father intervened did they come to a stop, mumbling out apologies. Y/n thought Daemon didn't really want to end it. He seemed the type to find decapitation or castration quality comedy.

"Mother," came the voice of the youngest boy at the table. He hadn't spoken much during the length of the meal, only observing.

Rhaenyra leaned down to hear the boy's request. She was an attentive mother, Y/n noticed. If only her own could be as kind. “What is it, Joffrey?”

“I want dessert,” he mumbled out. He looked upset when he looked at his plate, like he wished the whole thing was replaced with sweets.

“You always want dessert,” Jacaerys pointed out. Lucerys ruffled his brother's hair, who shrieked when he did.

“Don’t tease your brother,” Rhaenyra reprimanded. She focused her attention back to little Joffrey. "When everyone has finished their food, you can have dessert." But she passed him a cut of a sweeter cheese, an offering.

Joffrey huffed at that, taking the cheese, although when he resumed eating, he wasn't doing it with much enthusiasm. Y/n smiled at the sight of his pouting lips and furrowed brows. He was considerably more endearing than his older brother.

Moments later, Joffrey's wish was granted. Everyone had concluded eating. The servants cleared all the plates and leftover foods. Joffrey clapped his hands in delight when heaps of treats were brought out from the kitchens. There were golden, flaky pastries, lemon cakes and other assortments of fruit and sweets.

"Anything particularly catching your eye, my lady?" Jacaerys offered.

She ignored his request. Obviously, if she were to answer, he would take it for her and all of that gentlemanly nonsense. So Y/n swiped off a piece of lemon cake, and two pieces of fruit, without sparing him a side glance. She could hear Baela giggling to herself again.

The lemon cake wasn't as rich as most Essosi desserts, lacking the depth and fullness of flavour native to her homelands. She did enjoy the tanginess and sweetness of the candied lemon on top of the cake, which was soft and slightly crumbly. The fruits weren't bad to taste either, fresh and juicy.

She cursed herself for finishing her dessert too quickly. After the last piece of fruit had been swallowed down her throat, Jacaerys and quickly stood and outreached a hand. "Shall we begin our tour now, my lady?"

"Yes," she replied monotonously. She made a hasty attempt of finishing her drink when she stood. The gods certainly hated her, because her knee buckled, and her hand flew out to grab onto Jacaerys'. His flesh was warm, palm soft with the exception of a few callouses. Her eyes widened when they looked at each other. He was smiling, close to a smirk.

With burning cheeks, Y/n snatched her hand away and pushed her chair in. "Let's go."

"Very well, my lady."

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Date published: Saturday 3rd June 2023

SNAPSHOTS➭ PART SIX

*this is a marauders twitter/socmed au view the pinned post on my profile for the masterlist • TEXTS JAMES' POV *

I am soooo in love with this man

— THE DRAGON AND THE DOE

PAIRING — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader // Baratheon!OC

SUMMARY — You were betrothed to Aemond since he was nine and you were fifteen. You have never liked the idea until you meet him again nine years later when he pays you a visit on his dragon.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — It’s written as an usual x Reader fic without describing anything about the Reader’s looks but I still classified it as an OC as well since she is a Baratheon. Now, I haven’t read the books but I lurked around the wiki a lot because I am not afraid of spoilers. Still, my image of Aemond was based purely on some crumbs I have found on the wiki and from what I have seen on the show so far. And judging by the way he treats Helaena, I assume he would be a devoted lord husband. 😇

WARNINGS — arranged marriage, Reader is 6 years older (self-indulgent much?), it starts when they’re both underage but they don’t even interact then, Reader is Team Green (obviously)

WORD COUNT — 5,540

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

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There are so many fics where regulus runs away after Sirius and goes to the potters to join them and a few when he goes to the rosier's but I'd die for one where he runs to Lily

He chooses to leave not bc he's in danger bc I don't like that hc, but because he wants to change and he knows he can't stay and grow, he doesn't want to put his family in danger but he knows he has to get away in order to be who he wants to be. He's spoken to Lily a lot at slug club and finds her intelligent and kind, he remembers her mentioning the town she lives in and in a state of panic decides 'fuck it' and leaves.

He ends up in her town and wanders around for ages trying to find either her or Severus because it's too late to turn back now. After asking around for ages he finds her and -though shocked and a little sceptical- she lets him in. They spend the entire summer navigating the tricky situation with Petunia, he bonds with her parents, he meets her muggle friends and tries to learn a no it muggle culture even if he's too anxious and snappy to properly try at first. They grown closer and just have fun for the few weeks they're away. He c ok mfr ok ya his own biases, even if it's difficult when petunia is rude to him because of his 'freakish' nature as a wizard. She's only just cut off Severus so they're trying to avoid starting anything when they run into him and after he begins to open up more it's just so happy.

Everyone is shocked when they go back to school and they're super close, and even more so when they realise he left. He wasn't disowned at first, his family try to lure him back and eventually out of love for them he agrees to split his time between 'duty' and his new family, with guidance from Lily, who wants to help him pull the family's name more politically centred to keep everyone safe

I just think that'd be pretty neat!

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

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