Hi, I'm trying to spread awareness to as many MCU fans as possible about Wanda and Pietro Maximoff's whitewashing. In Marvel comics, the twins are Romani. Romani people are an ethnic group of Northern Indian origin. Wanda and Pietro, for the majority of their existence in Marvel comics, have been canonically Romani. Although the illustrators often draw them with light-skin, they are people of color and should be recognized as such. The MCU cast white actors (Olsen and Taylor-Johnson) to play them. Olsen has even continuously used a derogatory anti-Romani slur to describe Wanda in interviews, despite being told years ago on the Graham Norton show that that word is racist. I know that I probably won't be able to make much of a change just by going around on Tumblr trying to inform people but I figured if enough social media backlash can get Disney to fire somebody like Gina Carano, maybe there's a possibility that Disney will do the same here. I also found a YouTube video that explains the situation pretty well. Thank you!
You had flown out to your home state to visit family you don’t see often, your parents weren’t even there, they’d be coming the next day. Your cousin, Hudson, had even come back from Russia, which was weird in itself.
He apparently fled with just the clothes on his back, he left everything behind. It was weird.
You didn’t trust him at all, he was off. You thought he was just socially awkward because he avoided you so much. Maybe because you were new to his life, you two had never even met.
You had SHIELD look into him, they couldn’t find anything sketchy, so you left town and your phone was silenced because you were with family.
Then the text tone that only goes off if it’s an emergency (thanks to tony’s programming) even if your phone is silenced. It was Wanda.
You excused yourself and stepped outside on the patio, you didn’t miss the way Hudson looked at you. You shrugged it off, he probably didn’t know your ties to Stark anyway, the fact that he took care of you like his own.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Hey, where are you?”
“I’m at the Smiths, why?” “You need to get out of there. We got hits on Hudson, he’s a convicted rapist, and-” then it all became garbled.
“Wanda?” You asked. “Babe, I can’t hear you. It’s breaking up.”
You just sighed and hung up, she’d call back in a few minutes. You’d just be on your guard, you missed your family so much and Hudson couldn’t ruin that. But you would figure out how to get his victims justice.
Besides, you had your powers. You controlled electricity, but there was a way to kill your powers momentarily, and that was with an herb that couldn’t be found anywhere but Siberia.
What could go wrong?
Famous last words.
You walked inside to find Hudson standing there with a gun, pointing it at your family, who was all crowded in the corner. They were tied up with neon ropes that you didn’t recognize.
“Hudson…?” You asked sternly.
“This is your fault, you know.” He said.
“If you had just stayed away, stayed away with your stupid, sinful powers.”
“What? How-” “I work for Cassanda Gillespie, I know everything about you.”
Stark’s rival. An international arms dealer, infamous for targeting Inhumans.
Such as yourself.
You laughed. “You believe everything your boss tells you?”
“I believe what I see.”
“And what do you see?” You were genuinely curious.
His lip shriveled in disgust, “someone who doesn’t fit in here.”
You tried to someone your powers, you were not able to school your confusion as you looked at your hands.
He laughed. “You should cover your drink more, you’d think as a woman you’d learn that.”
“You sound like a fucking rapist.” You spat. “You wanna kill me? Fucking do it.” You said stepping closer.
“Come on, take out the problem.” You opened your arms out. “You like when your victims are powerless don’t you.” You cocked your head. “I’m waiting.” You said impatiently.
“You don’t have it in you.” You said. “You will rape people, but you won’t shoot me?”
Silence. His family stared at him in shock. His own mother looked at him with contempt.
“That’s right, you’re not gonna do anything, because you are an incompetent, pathetic, useless scum of a human being.”
He looked away, that’s when you struck.
You had managed to grab a knife from the kitchen counter and threw it with precision that would have Natasha proud. His hand got stuck against the wall, you took it as your chance to run to your uncle’s office, where you knew his gun was. Your uncle being a cop paid off in this moment.
You barricaded yourself into the room, then began trying the gun safe. Daughters birthday, granddaughter’s birthday, anniversary, his badge number that sat on his desk.
It wasn’t working. Damnit.
The banging on the door started, you considered jumping out the window but with the drop it wouldn’t be good.
You hid underneath the desk with a pair of scissors, after opening the window to appear as if you’d jumped out, hoping maybe he’d follow.
He stopped in front of the window, so you were faced with his butt. So you stabbed.
You hit his thigh, he turned and grabbed you by the hair. You tried to fight him off but he dragged you back out to the living room for your family to witness your death.
He punched you after throwing you into the glass coffee table, the glass shattering by the sheer force of the throw. Glass was stabbed in your back. He kept hitting you, his class ring cutting your face.
Then he grabbed the scissors you used and lifted it up to stab you. You caught his wrists and managed to keep it just from grazing your face.
Then your beautiful girlfriend used her powers to throw him off of you. She kept hammering into him, he managed to escape; but that was only because she was so worried about you.
“Moya lyubov.” She said as she cradled your face.
“Untie them.” You said softly. “I don’t know what those ropes are, if it’s hurting them….” You said. Your energy is depleting. The herb in high dosages can knock you out.
She waved her hand and her power undid them easily. “Where is he?” You asked.
“Nat and Yelena got him down. Carol is getting the local police. We got here as soon as possible.” “He..he-” “Shhhh.” She smoothed your hair back, “He will go to jail for a long time and if he doesn’t….” her eyes glowed red. “He will pay.”
“For his victims.” You swallowed.
“Yes, moya lyubov.” She agreed as you closed your eyes. “Y/N?”
“I’m fine, he poisoned me. The solace flower.”
“It’ll fade soon.” She said.
“I’m also laying on glass.”
“I know, Tony said I can’t move you until paramedics get here just in case.” She said as if it physically pained her. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” You said. “I just want you.”
“You have me.” She said, her lips against your forehead.
The quote is from Amanda Lovelace’s poetry collection the princess saves herself in this one.
The scene in Season 3, EP 2 where Hotch gets Emily back on the team. Except her girlfriend is there too. I’ve basically completely rewritten the scene oopsie
“Don’t!” Emily yelled, tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry that I quit and screwed our bills over-” “I don’t give a shit about the bills!” You yelled. “I couldn’t care less, my business has taken off, we have enough for five apartments this size! Your happiness is what matters to me!” You set down the kitchen knife and walked around to the living room.
“I’m happy.” Emily said.
You scoffed. “You seem to forget that I’m not your team members. You can’t just lie to me about your happiness when I know that you’re sad.”
“Emily!” You yelled, silencing her. “I’ve seen you happy. And this isn’t me being an insecure or jealous girlfriend when I say this but I have never seen you more at peace than us being here and you being with your team. And I’ve traveled with you around the world.”
You walked towards her and cupped her face. “You are a vital part in my happiness, the independent woman in me won’t give you all the credit, but you have a good amount of it.” You two shared a soft chuckle at that. “Seeing you happy makes me so fucking happy you have no idea.”
You two shared a soft kiss. Then a knock sounded. She sighed as she went to answer the door. You turned to see her open it to a tall man with zero expression.
“Hotch?” She asked.
Well, the lack of expression makes sense now.
He walked in and you gave them both a look of understanding. “I’ll give you a minute.” You said softly.
You went to your shared bedroom, you grabbed the discarded duffle from the closet. You opened it to see all of her old clothes that were rumpled. You decided she needed a refresh. So you gave her one.
Fresh clothes, toiletries as well as some little love notes you slipped inside.
As you began walking towards the living room where the two were, you heard Hotch ask a question. “Do you have your go-bag?”
“Right here.” You said in the doorway, holding the black duffle.
“Y/N…” Emily trailed off. She was looking at you with true love.
“Like I said.” You pointed at her face. “Happiness.”
“I love you.” She said, kissing your lips.
“And I love you.”
You nodded at Hotch and
He gave as much of a smile as he could as they walked out the door.
On the plane she pulled out a note from the zipper of her bag. She was reaching for a book.
I am so glad we were born during the same lifetime
- I may not believe in fate, but i believe in you
She smiled and held the note to her chest.
She believes in you too.
#emily prentiss #emily prentiss fic #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fluff #emily prentiss x you
I headcanon leigh anne pinnock as angelina; then I had perrie or jade fill the spot of Y/N. (stan little mix and not j*sy n*lson)
This is a part two of the sex store and it’s an article released by some gossip magazine from the wizarding world about Y/N and Angelina.
I thought this was a cool feature to add!
BOLD: reporter speaking
BOLD ITALICS: the girls responding (i’ll label who says what)
My journalism classes be coming through.
Meet the faces behind the popular Weasleys Wizard Wheezes own sex store:
Angelina Johnson and Y/N L/N.
The two are the designers of over 200 different sex related products that are sold in the After Dark. A store within the WWW store. I was fortunate enough to sit down and have a conversation with the two about the success.
“We can’t believe it!”Johnson says as she holds L/N’s hand.
Photograph taken by Ginny Weasley behind the scenes of the first After Dark campaign.
“Did you two think this would be well perceived?”
“By some yes, we know less traditional wizards and witches wouldn’t slander us. But of course the old fashioned pricks did.”Y/N says as she sips her tea.
“I can tell you aren’t too bothered by it.”
Y/N shrugged as she answered.“Why would we be? It’s not our fault those bastards are too prudish and traditional to have fun sex lives. Not our responsibility.”
“You can see her Slytherin coming out.” Angelina said as she nudged Y/N’s side playfully.
Y/N shrugged in response. I asked my next question.
“How did this idea come about?”
“It was our usual monthly dinner, the four of us. George, Fred, Y/N and I. Then the boys just brought it up. They had been pondering it for a while.”
“They were so scared to ask us.” Y/N giggled in memory. “They were scared because they didn’t know how we’d feel.”
“How long had you known them at this point?”
“Well, we’ve all been friends since our first years at Hogwarts.” Angelina explains.
Y/N nodded, “Yeah, Fred and I have been dating since our fifth year. Ange and George have been since seventh year, or I guess, since the boys left Hogwarts.”
“They dropped out, correct?”
They both nodded.“We don’t blame them for leaving. We encouraged it actually. They weren’t happy. Dumbledore let them have their fun, Umbridge, or Umbitch- can I say that?” Y/N asked.
“Say whatever you want.”
“I mean like cursing.” She explained.
“Great!”She exclaimed. “Anyway, Umbitch restricted us so much we couldn’t do normal teenager things. She once gave me detention for kissing Fred. I had ‘i will not fratnerize with the opposite sex’ scarred into my hand for weeks after that.”
Angelina clenched her hand tighter.“We were all so mad when Y/N came back with that carved into her hand. I remember how mad Fred was. I think that was his final straw. George wanted to leave since the beginning.”
“That’s when they got revenge on Umbridge, correct?”
“They weren’t originally going to leave the way they did. It was planned during O.W.L.S. But, they added the dragon burning her bum after Y/N’s hand.”
We all shared a laugh over that.
Angelina and Y/N at the After Dark fashion show.
“So how was it designing all of this lingerie and seeing it at your own fashion show?”
“It was a dream!” Angelina gushed. “I love fashion and being able to incorporate that into the brand was amazing.”
“She really was the brains.” Y/N spoke, gushing about Angelina. “Oh sod off, you did so much.”
“Nah, babe. I let that fashion show go into your hands and make it your dream.” Y/N answered.
“I have to say ladies, it means the world to me that you two are so open about this stuff. You aren’t ashamed. It means a lot to see women succeeding with these things.”
Both looked at me with what can only be described as heart eyes and pulled me into a hug.
Angelina and Y/N are posing in the lingerie they’ve created.
The two have created countless designs in toys and lingerie. As well as five different formulas of lubricant, ten different types of cleaners and batteries that last longer than the average.
It’s clear that these incredible women aren’t stopping any time soon. And I for one, cannot wait to see where this journey takes them.
#fred weasley #fred weasley fic #fred weasley angst #fred weasley x you #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #Harry Potter #weasleys wizard wheezes #fred and george #fred and goerge weasley
- You can use your magic Wanda Maximoff style, and you don’t need to say spells (like Hagrid)
- I very much focused on the sisterhood between Y/N, Fleur, Angelina, Hermione and Ginny.
- This is one of my favorite fics i’ve ever done! I’ve been wanting to write something like this for forever.
TWS: uh gore, death (not any characters we like dw), blood, Fred loves a woman who’s powerful and he’s a shit.
Also this shit is 3K words, which makes it my longest fic ever. Its also my favorite.
You were the first Slytherin in history to stand against the Death Eaters.
Lucius Malfoy was at the Three Broomsticks. You were there with the Weasleys. You all were celebrating Fleur and Bills engagement. Lucius came in and walked right up to you.
“Still hanging around these pathetic people?”
“I like to think I’m a good judge of character. The only pathetic person I see is right in front of me.” Was all you said.
You knew all the Weasleys were watching this interaction. You could feel Fred’s gae. And you knew they could hear it.
“You know, it’s not too late to join the right side.” He murmured.
“You’re still not done being Voldemort’s bitch are you?”
You heard Molly gasp, you didn’t care, you weren’t afraid of the Malfoys. Besides, Draco cared for you, he was your friend, you knew he wouldn’t let his father do shit.
Lucius’ lip pulled back in disgust. “You’re a disgusting little mudblood.”
“See, I just don’t have it in me to care what you think.” You shrugged. Then you laughed. “You’re bothered by me because I’m more of a Slytherin than you’ll ever be. I am the most powerful Slytherin Witch. And I’m a halfblood. And it makes you angry.” You took a step toward Lucius. “You are nothing more than a pathetic little lapdog for Voldemort. And that’s all you’ll ever be.” You hissed.
You read him like a book, he lunged to get you and Arthur Weasley stepped in. “Touch my daughter in law, and I’ll show you just how nasty we Weasleys can get.”
Lucius backed off, just because he wanted to keep his reputation at the Ministry. If he went for Arthur, one of the most prominent members, it would be over. And he’d ruin his Masters plan.
He gave you a look that said it wasn’t over, and then he apparrated out.
Later that night, The Burrow was attacked.
You faced off with a Death Eater, there was no doubt in your mind that it was Lucius Malfoy.
But you beat him.
Luckily everyone escaped with their lives, the house was saved, Fred and his family were alive.
But you couldn’t help but realize, it was your fault that the Burrow was attacked that night.
You began keeping your snippy mouth to yourself. Whenever a Death Eater tried to verbally spar with you in public, you just kept quiet and let them berate you.
You weren’t going to put Fred’s life in danger, you weren’t going to risk his family.
Your mouth has always gotten you into trouble.
It nearly cost you your life. It almost cost George’s.
If George hadn’t gotten their attention away from you in the sky. You would be dead. But instead he took it so you wouldn’t suffer.
He took a hex for you.
When he fell you were the one to catch him, on your broom.
“I don’t know if you can hear me Georgie, but I need you to stay alive okay.” You whispered, your heart was in your throat. Tears burned your eyes as the wind whipped around you.
Then a Death Eater tried to finish you both off.
He tried to get George again, you bent over him so instead your back was hit. It was burning. So badly. You could smell the fried flesh, you started crying freely. Your back was numb and hot and stinging so badly that you didn’t know if you’d make it.
Fred was lost in the chaos somewhere, which scared you. But you had his brother bleeding out in your arms and you couldn’t move your back.
Somehow, someway, Lupin got you two back to the Burrow. On both arms he carried two different people he had watched grow up. Harry rushed out and grabbed George’s other side as Ginny grabbed yours.
“Oh, my boy.” Molly said, her voice thick with tears as her and Arthur got George down on the couch.
“Oh, Y/N.” Molly then said looking at you, you shook your head.
“I’m fine, he got hit in the head.” You rasped.
While Ginny was concerned for her brother, he had his mom taking care of him. She immediately started trying to heal you.
She got you to the dining room table, she cleared it off, using her wand to put things where they wouldn’t be a bother. Then moved the table to a secluded corner of the house, so the only way people would be able to see you when they walked in would be to walk around a corner. Then she laid you down on the table.
She would never forget your screams.
Fleur and Bill landed next. Fleur ran to you on the table, and Bill went for George.
Molly ushered him away, “me and your dad have this handled, go see Y/N.”
Bill walked over and looked at Ginny horrified, “just hold her down, Fleur and I will get her shirt off.” “I feel like this is a bad job for me to have.” He murmured as he grabbed your head and kept you down.
“Well Fred isn’t here and I know you don’t want to undress her so this is what you’re stuck with.” Ginny yelled at him over your cries. “Pull her hair from her back.”
Like a smart man, he did what he was told.
“Where’s Freddie?” You cried.
“I don’t know, Y/N. But he’ll be here soon.” Bill said, bless him for trying to be comforting.
After Ginny and Fleur got your shirt and bra cut out of your singed skin, they began cleaning it.
God, that was almost worse than getting hit.
Hermione had come in and relieved Bill of his duty. Angelina quickly followed.
“We have to get her up and off her belly.” Ginny said.
“Why?” Fleur asked.
“To see if she has any more wounds that are dire.”
The three women managed to get you up. As you were maneuvering, you heavily relied on the girls to lean on, you couldn’t support your own weight. Every time you moved, you felt the pull and crunch and crack of your skin. The blood gushy down your back.
Your legs were hanging off the table, your shirt in shreds as you faced Angelina. She had grabbed a kitchen towel. She wrapped that around your chest so you’d feel covered. “Lean into me, it’s okay.” Angelina whispered as she guided your head, she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. You sobbed into her as they began properly dressing your wound.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Hermione cried as she did what she had to do. Heal you properly so there wouldn’t be infections.
Fleur was crying just from hearing your sobs and screams. So was Angelina. They hated seeing you in pain.
“Just a few more stitches.” Ginny whispered. “You’re doing great, babe.”
The words of affection warmed your heart despite the burning in your back.
No spell could fully heal you, it could disinfect, it could salve it up, but your back would never look the same. Your nerves would never heal.
It was all worth it though. George was alive. That’s all that mattered. You wouldn’t let Fred lose his twin, never.
The pain began to die down due to numbing charms, even though this whole healing endeavor felt like five hours. It was only 5 minutes. Angelina continued crying into your hair as you laid exhausted on her.
“We’re gonna go check on the rest of them.” Fleur said, knowing the two of you needed a moment.
While you were close with all of them. You were the closest with Angelina. Ginny kissed your hair and whispered “I love you.” As she left. Fleur and Hermione followed suit.
“Thank you.” You whispered. “Thank you.” She said back. “You saved him, I saw it happen.” Her voice was drowning in tears.
“Of course I would.” You both pulled back. “And I would do it again.” “You’re my sister you know.” She cried, cupping your cheeks.
“And you’re mine.”
“And always.” You finished. You painfully lifted up your hand, your pinkie extended.
She laughed while crying, and linked hers with yours. You two had done pinky promises since you were sixteen and now you’re twenty, still doing them.
“Where’s Y/N?’ Fred’s voice was filled with panic.
“In the other room, she’s alive.” Was all Ginny had to say as Fred ran around the corner.
Angelina kissed your forehead and let go, Fred quickly took her place.
The relief you felt when you looked into his eyes was the best drug. “Freddie.” You whispered. Tears still in your eyes. “Hissy.” He said as he was crying as well. You let out a watery laugh at the nickname he assigned you in your first year.
Your lips met in a rushed, sloppy but passionate kiss. You pulled away. “I love you.”
“And I love you, but please never get hurt again.” He practically begged.
“If she didn’t get hurt, your twin would be dead.” Bill joked.
Fred turned to look at him with wide eyes then looked back at you. “What?” You gave Bill a glare. Then turned back to Freddie. “George took a hex for me, I caught him when he fell off his broom. Then the Death Eater threw another Hex, I threw myself over George and it hit my back instead of his head.” You explained.
Freds heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. “I love you so much.” He said as he swept you into a passionate kiss.
“And that’s my cue to leave.’ Bill said.
You two pulled away, ignoring him. “But love, you and George need to not get into these situations where I almost lose one of you.”
“I would do it again, over and over, Freddie. I knew what I was doing.” You squeezed his hands.
“Don’t tell him, but I actually do like him.” You tried to jest. Anything to get that pained look off of his face.
It worked, “I love you.” He kissed you. “I love you.” Again. “I love you.” He said with tears in his eyes.
You two had no idea what the future would hold, or what tomorrow would hold, but you were going to face it together.
It was the climax of the battle, you, Fred and Percy were all battling Death Eaters, side by side. Then the Room of Requirement crumpled. Fred pushed his brother away as the room fell.
“Fred!” Your voice cracked as you cast a spell without even touching your wand that was currently smashed into a Death Eaters eye.
Using your hands, you guided your magic to make the bricks and stone fall around Fred’s body. Only Fred knew you could control magic with your hands, Percy stared in shock as you saved him.
Fred looked at you in wonder as you growled, “if I can’t risk my life for someone, you can’t either.”
He grinned and went, “you’re so hot.”
“Guys, we kinda have a war going on here.” Percy said dryly as he banged a brick over a Death Eater’s head.
A Death Eater grabbed your wand out of his partner’s eye and broke it in half. “My wand.” You whispered as you watched the two pieces fall to the ground.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that.” You growled, then let your magic lift you off the ground and pick up broken pieces on the ground. You brought your hands together, causing the stone and brick to crash into the Death Eater.
You applied more pressure to the pile as it crushed the Death Eater to death.
“Y/n.” Fred called. You spun around and he smiled. “Again, you’re so hot.”
“She just crushed a man to death!” Percy yelled. “Did you know she could do that?”
“She can do way more.” Fred grinned. “Thank Merlin she’s on our side.” Percy said as he walked away.
Fred gave you a grin then looked you up and down. “You’re demented.” You said
You three met up with the rest of the family in the great hall. Everyone hugging and kissing that you were all okay.
When you pulled away from Molly and Arthur, you went straight for Angelina. You wrapped her tightly in your arms. “You okay?” You whispered.
She nodded, then you two pulled Fleur, Ginny and Hermione in. Pretty soon the entire Weasley family joined in.
Then Death Eaters invaded the room. Bellatrix went for Ginny, who deflected the spell. You, Angelina, Fleur and Hermione pulled her behind you. “Oh how sweet.” Bellatrix titled her hand and casted another spell. You threw out your own magic forcefield. Protecting you five.
Molly stepped in. “Not my daughters, you bitch!”
You all watched as Molly killed Bellatrix. “Holy shit.” Fleur said.
The rest of you easily get rid of the Death Eaters in the room. The war was almost over. Voldemort and Harry were having their final showdown.
Neville killed Nagini as you and Fred fought Death Eaters off, Neville was the reason Harry was able to kill Voldemort. It was incredible.
After the battle, you gave Neville a kiss on the cheek, he blushed like mad. “I still got it.” You said looking at Fred.
Fred rolled his eyes and gave Neville a pat on the shoulder. “More like Nevilles school boy crush never ended.”
You laughed as Neville looked at you both. “You two knew?”
“Of course we did.” You and Fred laughed. “I thought it was sweet.” You said.
You three began walking back to the Great Hall, watching as more and more families were reunited. You walked over to find yours unscathed, well, they all had injuries and mental scars but no one died. Ron shuddered as you hugged him. “I hate snakes.”
You smacked him on the shoulder and he immediately went. “You’re the exception!”
As Fred checked on everyone, George walked over to you, “I never got the chance to thank you.”
You shrugged, “you don’t need to.” Was all you said.
“Yes I do. I’m not good with words in this sense but, you are my sister you know. Always have been.”
You smiled. “I know Georgie, you don’t have to say anything else.” You said as you pulled him into a hug.
You two pulled away and he said. “Ginny, Fred and I are working on something for you.”
“What?” You asked, smiling.
“It’s a salve. One that will restore the feeling in your back. Fred didn’t go into detail but he said that you can’t feel anything. Not even his touch and he, as well as Ginny and I, want to bring that back for you.” Your heart swelled. “I would really love that.” You said with tears in your eyes.
“Oh, Merlin. Please don’t cry cause then I’ll cry, then Angelina will and it’ll be a whole mess.”
“Too late.” Your lip quivered and he pulled you into another hug laughing.
This was family. It didn’t matter what anyone else said, any pricks from your house could shove it up their asses.
After you two departed, you went and sat next to Fred. You tiredly leaned your head on his shoulder. “No more.” You said. “No more what?”
“No more drama like this, obviously if Harry needs it we’re there but I think Tom’s gone for good. No more almost dying.” You sighed, your eyes closing. “I’m retired.”
He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you, bringing you to his chest. He kissed your forehead. “I’m retiring too.”
“Damn right you are.”
He chuckled and held you tighter. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” You murmured.
“You know, you really showed a lot of the people in here what being a Slytherin really means.”
You hummed in response. “How so?”
“You are ambitious and protective, cunning and blunt. You are ferocious and cold towards those who hurt those you love. You even inspired most of your house to escape the dungeons and fight their own parents. I don’t think anyone else could’ve done that.”
You held him tighter in response, burying your face into his chest as he held you tighter.
Pretty soon, you two were forced to part because people needed help. You didn’t mind helping healers, neither of you did.
All of the Weasleys stayed behind and helped take care of people. By the time you all returned to the Burrow, everyone was exhausted, covered in blood, their own or others, and grime.
So you girls didn’t have to take turns, you just wore your underwear and bras in the shower and took turns washing your hair and scrubbing grime. Anything to get to bed faster.
You and Angelina sluggishly walked to the room you two and the twins slept in and crawled into bed with your respective partners.
It would be a tough journey of healing, and there would be setbacks, there always is. But you’d face it with Freddie, and there was no one else you’d rather face that rocky road with.
What Y/N’s chocolate frog card says for her heroic acts in the Battle of Hogwarts:
Y/N M/N L/N-Weasley
Known for her ambition and cunning skills, she is the most powerful witch to ever grace the House Of Slytherin to this day. She is known for not only being the most powerful Slytherin Witch, but being the first Slytherin to ever vocally stand up against the Dark One. She also paved the way for half-bloods in her own house. She fought alongside The Boy Who Lived to take down The Dark One. She now resides happily with her husband, trying to avoid drama at all costs.
#fred weasley #fred weasley fic #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley angst #fred weasley x slytherin!reader
For the sake of the chapter and sweetness, we’re gonna pretend that Prefects get their own dorms.
While you were walking in the hallway, you felt mother nature drop a bloodfall. Fuck.
You weren’t due for two weeks.
You didn’t even see Fred as you ran into the girls room in a panic. Fuckity fuck fuck.
Maybe you could skip your next class and run to your dorm.
In the basement of the school.
Damn Salazar to hell for being a fucking reptile.
And a nazi.
Snakes deserve better than a nazi.
Your rambling thoughts were cut off when you heard your lover’s voice outside the stall. “Love?”
“What’s wrong? And don’t say you just had to pee because you ran in here like you were bleeding from a wound.”
“Well, technically…” Your voice trailed off.
“Oh you’re on your period?”
“Yes.” your voice was muffled by your head in your hands.
“Do you have any supplies on you?”
“Oh, I’ll go get them for you. What do you prefer?”
“Fred, you can’t go into my dorm.”
“But I can go to Madam Pomfreys.” He reasoned.
“It’s fine! Just go to class, I’m gonna be a wreck anyway when I get to my room.” You sighed.
“And if you have no supplies how are you going to get there without it being obvious?”
“I’ll wait till everyone gets in class to limit the amount of people that see me.”
“You’re a fool. Be right back.” He laughed.
“Wait Fred!” But the door was already shutting.
What did he plan to do if he came back in here and there was another girl in here?
After about 20 agonizing minutes of cramps, your boyfriend’s voice filled the lavatory.
“I am here to rescue the damsel.”
“I can’t even be mad at you calling me a damsel.”
“Oh you can be, but it’d be pointless.” He chuckled. “Open the door, I have stuff.”
You sighed. “Babe, I’m literally sitting here bleeding out of my vagina, and I just passed a blood clot can you just-”
“I’ll knock the door down.”
“And what will you do when another girl walks in here and sees a man breaking down a screaming woman’s door?”
“That won’t happen because I’ve charmed the door so as not to let anyone else in.” Your heart swelled. “I love you.” “I love you too. Please open the door.” He begged.
“It’s embarrassing.” You mumbled.
“Dear, one day I’m gonna be in the delivery room with you when you give birth to our baby. Nothing is embarrassing with us.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You froze at his words, not out of fear, but out of pure love for the pretty, star faced boy on the other side of the door.
“Besides you once cleaned vomit out of my hair. I think we’re past bodily function embarrassment.”
“It wasn’t your vomit.” You huffed a laugh.
“Still fucking embarrassing.” He gagged to make you chuckle.
And you opened the door.
His sweet face looked at you, his eyes a warm pool of honey as he took in your state. “Oh, Princess.” He cooed as he sat the stuff down on the floor and leaned over to kiss your head.
“I’m fine, the worst has yet to set in.”
He winced in sympathy as you grabbed the bag. “What did Madam Pomfrey say?”
“Just that I’m a sweetie for grabbing you these things.”
You knew he was being genuine. She adores Fred and you. “Plus she threw in some extras for you. Said only the best for her favorite Slytherin.”
You smiled at the thought of the sweet woman.
You laughed as you pulled out what looked to be granny panties. On the package though, they said Period Panties. “Oh those.” You looked up to see Freds cheeks flushed. “She said they’d be more comfortable for you, she says not to tell anyone though that she gave them to you. She’s not supposed to be playing favorites.”
You laughed and nodded, you made him spin around as you put on the underwear with a pad, tampons never were comfortable the first day for you.
You both walked back to your dorm. Your housemates do not even question Freds presence; they were used to him popping around.
You two went to your private dorm. And you laid on the bed and sighed. “Love.” He tapped your knee. “You can’t rest in a skirt.”
You groaned in disagreement, your eyes closing.
You heard the ruffle and slams of your wardrobe, Fred tapped your knee, “lift your hips baby.”
You did without protest (as you often did), you felt the skirt leave your hips as he maneuvered the skirt off of your legs. He slipped on some sweatpants.
He then pulled you to sit up and took off your shirt, and replaced it with a tee.
You smelled him instantly, cinnamon and fireworks. “I love you.” You said. “I love you too, shirt stealer.”
You ended the day with him in your bed, rubbing soothing circles on your lower abdomen. With a sentence repeating in your head, making your heart warm and fuzzy.
one day I’m gonna be in the delivery room with you when you give birth to our baby
Not if. But when.
You couldn’t wait.
#fred weasley #fred weasley fic #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x slytherin!reader
Just realized that both coming out day and indigenous peoples day are on the 11th this year so here’s your reminder from your local queer native to not let Indigenous Peoples Day get ignored and forgotten this year. Support natives even if they’re not queer this october 11th, and don’t let white + colonized narratives be the main focus of the day.
Also I highly encourage white people to reblog this
Reblogging because I remember the days I had to do this so my baby girl could eat
Feed the babies
Ihop has kids eat free every day with the purchase of an adult meal 4-10pm!
reblogging because my parents were tight on money growing up and had to do this more than i used to feel okay admitting. they had 4 kids + one of my friends who pretty much lived with us because her home life was so bad. they were doing the best they could and this really does help.
alright. I’m tired, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve refilled for tea, and I wanna talk about this because it’s seriously not clicking for some people. if you’re one of the various people hate reading my blog, buckle up.
to preface, I’m gonna link y’all to this post of mine (featuring an RB from @clonehub as well because I think it should be read with their addition) which talks about fetishizing of clones in reader content. here’s another post which is a bit older where I talk about fiction’s impact on reality, and lastly a post on clone fetishization in general. it isn’t necessary to read all these to understand what I’m getting at, but I recommend giving them a glance over anyway.
one last thing, I’m going to breaking this down through my own experiences with fetishization in order to ultimately compare it to how I see the fandom treating clones right now. this is not to say all BIPOC experiences are the same. the point of me doing this is to show how I am seeing my encounters with fetishization/sexualization reflected in the clone fandom and why that’s really bad. this post, however, can be applied to other instances of fetishization, particularly with anime and k-pop too. anyway, I’ve put enough of a disclaimer, lemme get into the bulk of things.
the Western World has a long history of painting Asian women as objects of sexual temptation in fiction; Austin Powers, Kill Bill, Madame Butterfly, Memoirs of a Geisha, Harry Potter, etc, all of these have examples of this. Asian women are painted as seductive, alien, sexual objects, and they use their sexual appeal in order to get what they want. Or they’re the token love interest who doesn’t do anything more than sit pretty while the heroine switches from one girl to the next. I was eight maybe when I went as Cho Chang for Halloween because everyone told me I looked like her. I was nine when an old man tugged at my jumper and told me I’d grow up to look just like Lucy Liu. “I’ll be waiting for you then” he told me. I was ten when a boy six, seven years older than I was told me he liked my slanted eyes and tried to kiss me.
anime started gaining popularity in the Western world around ehhh the 1990s give or take. Japanese culture was turned into a trend for white people to wear and take off whenever they got bored of it, and Asian women… well they got the bottom of the barrel. it didn’t—and still doesn’t—matter if you were Japanese or not. “real life anime girlfriend” this, “real life anime girlfriend” that. everyone talking about how pretty Japanese women are on a Korean girl’s post. the fandoms quite literally fueling into this obsession with Asians and how we look, how we dress, how we speak. being called a ch/nk was bad enough, but then they start to call me “tr/p”. they call me “anime girl”, “waifu”, they call me all sorts of things, things I didn’t know the definition for when I was ten, eleven. their fandoms encouraged it—to them, we are like toys to be played with and discarded at whim.
and then k-pop is popular now. k-pop and k-dramas, neither of which are inherently meant for sexualization, especially not in the way some anime shows are. suddenly it is not just the men, but it is the white women too who are jumping onto my culture. they are calling these idols “baby boy”, “smol bean”, “innocent”, they are saying things like “I want a Korean boyfriend!” I stopped dating non-BIPOC once K-pop really hit mainstream because it is always a game of “do they want me or do they just like me because I am Asian?” I have lost count of the friends and even strangers who speak about how partners have only liked them because of their East Asian features. I have listened to friends cry over the phone because of how they were used. they view us as interchangeable—they view us as all the same. and that does not even get into how South/South East and Western Asians are treated. look at how Vietnamese women are shown in media, for example—they are ridiculed and painted as prostitutes. that is only the surface level.
being seen as an object isn’t a compliment. being stripped of my autonomy and personality isn’t a compliment. being harassed isn’t a compliment. being infantilized isn’t a compliment.
when you look at this, you have to realize that it isn’t just some executives making the decisions to portray us that way. these fandoms fuel into it. with things like K-pop, the fandoms are the driving force. they are the ones making fan art and fan fiction. they are the ones making posts about how they want an Asian partner (and when they say this, we know they mean East Asian. they don’t even view anything outside of China, Korea, and Japan as Asia more often than not), they are the ones talking about their “smol bean uwu biases”, their “babies”. they are the ones commenting ridiculously sexual things under posts that should have nothing to do with that.
so then you look at the clone fandom. you see the people who talk about how hot it is to see MOC (or well, men who are supposed to be of color but have been ridiculously whitewashed) in literal slave collars. you have a drawing of a clone literally just standing there and your first thought is to call him “thicc” when that is not even the correct usage of the word. you make arguments like “well some Maori” are lightskinned! as if the clones come from multiple people, not just one, brown man. there are people who refer to their skin tone using food comparisons, then there are people who assign them all the same personality with absolutely no nuance. you have people calling themselves “clone trash” or “clone simps”[edit b/c the link didn’t work the first time for some reason, post is again from clonehub] (again, not even correct usage). you have people calling them “smol beans” and “babies” or you have people seeing them as brute, dominant, alpha males because “they’re commanders, all commanders are like that!” you write and draw without thinking for a second about how damaging your shit can be.
why is it so hard to recognize that fandom spaces endorse this? why is it so hard to recognize that corporations have target audiences that clearly aren’t people like me? why is it so hard to recognize that if you are white, you are privileged, regardless of whether you are a woman or not because people will always see your race first? why is it so hard to avoid feeding into racism when BIPOC like myself are literally giving you the resources?
being a creator doesn’t absolve you of being racist. I’m a creator who draws and writes. I can take a couple seconds out of my day to think critically about what I’m putting out there. I can take a couple seconds to think about fandom racism and how it’s perpetuated by other creators who draw and/or write just like me. I can think about how violently racist so much of Star Wars is, and how so many fans contribute to that because they would rather keep in their safe bubble than actually think about the consequences of their actions. I’ve lived through the consequences of those actions from others. this isn’t a pity party—this is me putting it as bluntly as possible because I know firsthand what that does to people, not just myself. and this isn’t some “fandom police” or “purity culture” thing either, this is me telling you to shut the fuck up. and listen.
BIPOC, feel free to add whatever. white people, just reblog and stay quiet. please.
Based on the episode “Retaliation” season 5 episode 11
Premise: Emily comes home with a concussion and strict orders for bedrest, but Emily doesn’t like that. So Morgan calls her girlfriend and her girlfriend is at Em’s apartment waiting for her to come home to take care of her
You sighed as you prepped goodies for Em.
Dumbass got a concussion.
It obviously wasn’t her fault, you knew that, she just stressed you out at times.
As you set up blankets and fluffed up her pillows. You heard a car door slam outside the window, you looked out to see a cranky Emily wagging her finger at Morgan.
You walked down to greet them at the lobby.
You told the doorman, “you are about to witness a very cranky Emily, Franklin.” You laughed.
“Oh this I’ve got to see.” Marvin, the security guard said.
You rolled your eyes as the topic of your conversation came through the door.
“You called my girlfriend?!” She yelled at Morgan, then winced as the sound made her head hurt more.
“You didn’t leave me much of a choice here. I know Y/N will keep you from getting back on your feet too quickly.” He said.
They were hobbling towards you, Morgan had his arm around her waist. Guiding her gently. “I can walk just fine.” She grumbled. Her grimace was replaced with a smile. “Hello, love.” She greeted you. “As you can see I’m fine. Mother hen here insisted on walking me in.”
You shook your head, “nice try, but I’m staying.”
“Well I didn’t want you to leave.” She gave a pointed look at Morgan. “This one’s on my last nerve.”
“You were right she is cranky!” Marvin laughed.
Emily pointed a finger at Marvin. “You’re gonna lose your christmas gift this year if you don’t take my side.”
“As your security guard, I don’t think I should.”
“I’m an FBI agent! I’m fine!” She yelled, then winced at her own voice.
“Cmon wincy, time to get you to bed.” You offered her your arm, like the kind girlfriend you are.
She took it, she would only accept your help after all. Morgan gave her a brotherly kiss on the forehead then kissed your cheek. “Take care of her.” “Oh you know I will. Give the team my condolences.”
“For what?” He asked, confused.
“Dealing with Miss cranky.” You said as you two stepped into the elevator.
His laughter was cut off by the doors closing.
You got Emily all settled into bed, “do you wanna watch movies? Or play music?”
“Nothing too loud alright?” She asked softly.
While she showed a tough front to Morgan, Marvin and Franklin, you knew she was in pain and was glad to be in bed. Sergio cuddled up on her stomach, he knew one of his moms was in a lot of pain.
You gave her a tylenol with a glass of water. You also had an ice pack ready. Then brought her a box of chocolates from walgreens. The chocolate shops weren’t open this time of night.
“I know I gave you shit, but I’m really glad you’re here.”
You gently kissed her temple, as if the simple kiss would hurt her. “There’s no place I’d rather be.”
-He says how he can’t stand his siblings but he would lay down his life for them in a heartbeat (😭)
-He was worried about bringing you around though.
-He knows his family is chaotic and knows that he also contributes to that chaos.
-Plus he knows about your anxiety so he knows you’ll be nervous.
-Granted, you had three other siblings to vouch for you, Ginny, Ron and George adored you. Percy was indifferent. You weren’t the worst, but you were a Slytherin.
-Plus you were really scared because you were a Slytherin. He immediately reassured you that you’d be okay.
-”Fred, what do I wear?”
“I don’t know, love.” “I don’t want to wear what I usually do.” You ran your fingers through your hair.
“You mean the fact that you don’t wear colors?”
You threw a sock at him. “I don’t want to seem like an unapproachable bitch!”
“But you are, it’s what made me attracted to you.” He gave you big doe eyes.
“You’re a twisted bastard, I doubt your mother, father, or other brothers will think of me the way you do.” You pointed a finger at him. Like a witch giving a curse, it was quite fitting.
“I…would hope they wouldn’t.” He gave a cheeky grin.
“You know what I mean!”
He got up off your bed and walked over to you. He put his arms on your shoulders. “They will love you, you know why?”
“Why?” “Because the part of Slytherin that’s in you, is ambition and cunning. You are the most talented wizard in your house, you are the first female Slytherin captain in Hogwarts history. Plus, you are the most loving, beautiful woman I’ve had the honor of knowing.” “You’re a sap.” You said, leaning into him. He moved his hands down your back to hold you to him. He nuzzled his head into your neck.
He said, “they will love you.”
You sighed. And he continued, “plus you remember how you defended our family to a bunch of bigots?”
“Yeah.” “Well, they know about that, and they love you for it already.” He lightly kissed your neck.
-All of your worries were for nothing.
-His family loves you.
-Molly greeted you with open arms, “oh you are such a pretty little thing!” She said excitedly. “Good job Freddie!” He blushed, “thanks Mum.” His entire face matched his hair as you laughed.
“He did do all the wooing.” You giggled.
“That’s my boy!”
-Arthur was fascinated with your muggle devices you brought with you. You did have a parent who’s a muggle so you brought some objects to show them. Including a nintendo switch that you got Fred addicted to.
-You had only stayed the weekend, but it was amazing.
-You had amazing family dinners. You felt warm and safe everywhere you went in the house. You stayed on the couch even though Fred would sneak down and sleep next to you.
-it was home.
-Molly made you a sweater in your house colors with your initial on it and you cried when you were alone.
-You wore this sweater all the time. It was your favorite in your sweater collection.
-You became even more protective of the family.
-Molly thought it was hilarious that you always played against Fred, George and Ginny. But obviously you played fair and square.
-When Arthur was attacked by Nagini, you went to the 12 Grimmauld Place to help out.
-Molly and Arthur truly saw you as their own because you not only looked after Fred, but you looked out for their other children as well.
-When people were mean to Percy (after his whole issue thing in the Battle Of Hogwarts) you always jumped in to defend him.
-When Ginny was getting ready for a quidditch game you’d braid her hair even if you had your own match to prepare for.
-When George struggled with his anxiety, you were there right with him to help.
-When Ron struggled with his feelings for Hermione he confided in you.
-When Bill was insecure about his face scar from Greyback, you not only gave him a pep talk to make him feel better but also glared at anyone who gave him weird looks.
-You hexed a homophobic couple for making fun of Charlie and his boyfriend.
-And finally, you were there for Fred in every sense of the word. He had someone who truly loved him, who saw all of his hyperactivity and chaos and loved it without hesitation.
-You were the perfect addition.
-You were family.
#fred weasley #fred weasley x you #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fic