reminded me of bill and fleur

I bet there are loads of post about this but I just wanted to get this off my chest: Fleur was such a strong female character.

I feel like usually in fiction, female characters are either pink princesses with high heels and glamorous make-up or badasses who, despite identifying as female, don’t act “female” at all. Both of those are cool by the way, don’t get me wrong - but we are lacking characters like Fleur.

She is introduced as the flawless beauty, but nevertheless she is, based on the goblet of fire, most likely of a whole school to win one of the hardest and sometimes death-leading competitions within the whole wizarding world, regardless of gender. (Thanks for fucking that up by the way, movies.)

She shows young girls that they can like fashion and what society calls “girly things” without losing any of their power. She shows young girls that they can throw themselves into a battle while wearing fucking high heels and a princess ball gown.

She shows young girls it’s okay to like the way they look, and it’s okay to openly admit you think you look good.

And most importantly, she shows every stereotyping dumbass that just because you care about your looks, doesn’t mean you only care about looks when it comes to others.

“You thought that I would not weesh to marry him? Or per'aps you hoped? What do I care how he looks? I am good looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave”

Just because someone is proud of their beauty, doesn’t mean they can’t find beauty behind someone else's scarred face.

You’re still badass if you are a stereotype-y girlish girl. Don’t let anybody tell you anything else.

(She kinda reminds me of Queenie, who acts like the stereotype cute woman but will kill you with that charm if she has to.)

- Nico
23 Reasons Fleur Delacour is MUCH Cooler than you think
  1. She’s a VERY good older sister. Do you see how much she cares for that girl and how she’s actually nice to her? Think of how many older siblings you know who are actually that nice to their younger brothers and sisters.
  2. In general, she’s very sweet when it comes to her family: She’s quite friendly with her parents when they come for her wedding, if I’m remembering correctly. 
  3. She’s intelligent: I don’t know why so many fanfics tend to portray her as an airhead,but honestly, she’s smart: She competed in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, for goodness’ sake, she had to be.
  4. She was a member of the Order of the Phoenix.
  5. She wasn’t prejudiced against Muggles or Muggle-Borns; again, something some fanfic writers like to conveniently forget.
  6. She volunteered to escort Harry from Privet Drive in Dh, despite the fact this would mean risking her life, but she was willing to do it anyway because it would mean getting Harry to safety. Hargrid wound up escorting Harry instead, but  the fact she volunteered to begin with says something about her. 
  7. She allowed 5 teenagers and a goblin to temporarily live with her when she and Bill were still newlyweds.
  8. She was the only girl who competed in the tournament, and was not intimidated by this in the slightest.
  9. Although Fleur’s portrayed as being snobbish when talking about Hogwarts, she honestly does have some very good points: Peeves is a distraction to students and teachers alike, a menace to the caretaker, and really shouldn’t be allowed to get away with causing havoc.
  10. She’s outspoken; she may not always be appropriate in her outspokenness, but she’s not afraid to voice her opinions.
  11. She’s honest; she’s never told a lie.
  12. She’s friendly; we see her chatting with Viktor and Cedric, despite being competitors. 
  13. On that note, even if she is condescending to Harry at first, to be fair, she does have good reason to be: Harry’s this 14 year old kid who somehow managed to enter this contest that is clearly not safe for him.
  14. Repeat after me folks: Fleur Delacour is not shallow. Her opinion of Bill doesn’t change after he’s bitten.
  15. She’s good comic relief: “I vill be good looking enough for ze both of us"indeed.
  16. She treats Bill’s wounds herself.
  17. She hugs Mrs. Weasley after Bill’s been attacked, despite the fact Mrs. W’s treated her quite coldly ever since she’s arrived at the Burrow.
  18. The examples above she is of a very forgiving nature.
  19. She can’t help the fact men make fools out of themselves around her, and doesn’t let other females’ jealousy get to her. 
  20. She participates in the Battle of Hogwarts.
  21. She gave Harry breakfast in bed when he stayed at the burrow.
  22. She’s quite good at nonverbal magic; remind me, how many characters in this series can do that again?
  23. She’s nice to people even when they treat her lukewarmly.
being the black sheep of the family is the most fun role

So the idea for this style and format came from @jiilys and her amazing marauders group chat fics and I kept thinking about what the trio / Weasleys would text about so I made a thing

Harry Potter to Ginny Weasley: I think your brother is high

Harry Potter: like I’m pretty sure he had a little party before Sunday dinner

Ginny Weasley: quit being ridiculous, George would never pregame dinner without me

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anonymous asked:

Hey can you do one where george and you have been together for at least two years and Molly really wants you two to get married and stuff so she always brings marriage up and you can make the rest up

George Weasley Imagine - Wedding Bells

It was almost Christmas so George and I were heading back to the Burrow, where the whole family was celebrating.  Ever since we had gotten engaged, Mrs. Weasley had invited me over to the house almost every week, but this was the first time that I had stayed with for a long period of time, and I was pretty nervous.  George’s mum was really pushing for a wedding.  Whenever George and I were together in a room, she made some sort of comment about “wedding bells” or how she “loves weddings” or “love is in the air” or even something about grandchildren!  Personally, I think that she just wants a wedding to distract everyone from Fred’s death, which, although it was two years ago, no one has really gotten over it.

It’s always especially awkward because George and I aren’t in a rush to get married.  We’ve been engaged for a year, and dated for three before that, but we haven’t set a wedding date yet.  We’ve just been really busy - the joke shop has really taken off, and my job as an auror doesn’t allow me much spare time.

I was suddenly interrupted from my thoughts by George touching me on the shoulder.  “y/n? y/n! Are you even listening?”

I giggled and blushed a bit.  “Sorry, I’m just kind of distracted.”

He entwined his fingers in mine and said sarcastically, “No big deal.  You just missed the best joke that I’ve told all day.”

I rolled my eyes and he kissed me on the forehead.  “I know you’re nervous,” he whispered, “but my entire family likes you.”

“That’s not it - “ I started to say when the train we were on pulled into the station and I was interrupted by a loud bell.  I glanced out the window and saw Mrs. Weasley waving frantically, with Ginny and Harry standing by, looking embarrassed.

We made our way off the train and were immediately pulled into a bear hug by George’s mum.  “Hi, Mrs. Weasley,” I said.  I had to smile when I saw how excited she was.

“Come on,” she said, “Everyone’s waiting for you at home.”  And with that, she set off quickly through the crowd.  I could barely keep up carrying my huge trunk.  “Don’t worry about your bag, dear,” she said to me after glancing back and noticing how much I was struggling, “That’s what Harry’s here for.”

“Great!” George cried, “Is he getting mine, too?”

“No,” said Mrs. Weasley, “Just consider yourself lucky.  Once you two are married, you’ll be carrying all of the bags.”  I grimaced at George as soon as she turned her back.

After a few moments more of fighting through the crowd, we made it to their car, where Mr. Weasley was waiting.

“Hello,” he said, greeting us with hugs.  “We’d better hurry, I know how excited everyone is to see you two.  Teddy especially - I think he’s expecting another present.  He really liked the trick wand you brought him last time.”

“So,” Mrs. Weasley said as soon as we were all in the car, “You two haven’t set a date yet, have you?  For the wedding?”

I inwardly cringed and Ginny, who was sitting next to me, made a face.  “Um, no,” I said quietly.  I felt George slip his hand around my waist; he knew how awkward this was making me feel.

“But I’m sure it won’t be long,” she continued, looking a bit discouraged.  “After all, when I see you two together, I can practically hear the wedding bells!”

Before she could continue, Ginny jumped in and started telling me about her Quidditch team while George started talking to Harry.  The ride got much better after that.

When we got to the Burrow, I was surprised to see so many familiar faces.  Ron, Hermione, Percy, Bill, Charlie, Luna, Neville, Fleur, and of course little Teddy were all there.  I was thrilled to see them.

After hugs all around, Mrs. Weasley sat us all down for dinner.  I chatted to Hermione and Luna for most of the night, but had to excuse myself when I heard Mrs. Weasley say to George, “You know, fall is the perfect season for a wedding.  That’s when Arthur and I got married.  Oh, I still have my dress!  y/n would look lovely in it.  Remind me to have her try it on before you two leave…”

I hurried down the hall and up the stairs to the room that George and I were sharing.  I could feel my eyes filling with tears.  I didn’t want a wedding right now, couldn’t she see that?

I sat down on the bed and started to cry, but after a few moments, I felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around me.  “Shh, y/n, it’s okay,” George whispered, stroking my hair.

I let myself relax into the embrace and we sat together for a few moments while I calmed myself down.  After he let go of me, George said, “I’m sorry about my mum.  I didn’t know all of this wedding stuff was upsetting you so much.”

“It’s alright,” I replied, “I’m just really nervous about getting married.  I love you George, you know I do, but I’m just not ready for that.”

“Me neither,” he smiled, “Like mum always says, I’m too immature.”

I rolled my eyes and he took my hand and stood up, “I’ll ask her to stop with the wedding stuff later tonight.  But right now we’ve got to go - we’ll miss dessert!”

I tried to hide my smile as he pulled me downstairs.

siriuslyremusexual  asked:

hi there! can you do "Remember how I told you I already took care of that? Well I lied and I need help NOW.” with wolfstar or Scorpius/Albus?

Sure! I’ve been doing a lot of Wolfstar lately so let’s give Scorbus a try! 


Scorpius Malfoy was going to enjoy his day off if it was the last thing he did. Between work and the wedding plans, Scorpius had been run ragged for what felt like the last year. He needed to just lie on the sofa and watch some crap telly. 

He was about to reach for the remote when his mobile went off. Sighing, he reached for it and saw his fiancee was calling him. “Hey Albus, where are you?” 

“So, remember how you love me?” Albus began, making Scorpius sit up quickly.

“What did you do?” 

“It’s not a big deal,” Albus said nonchalantly. “But you know how I was in charge of the venue for the wedding and how it was basically the only thing you would let me do?” 

“Yes…” Scorpius answered cautiously. 

“Well, I looked at a few places and nothing really caught my eye. Then I kind of forgot about it for a while and now every place is pretty much booked up.” 

Scorpius took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose. “So at the moment we’re getting married nowhere.” 

“Pretty much.” 

“I thought you said you took care of it.” 

“Sort of…”

“You lied.”

“Well, we could always have it at my house,” Albus offered. “We’ve got plenty of space. Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur got married at my grandma’s house.”

“Al, we’re not getting married at your grandmother’s house or your parent’s house,” Scorpius informed him as calmly as he could. “If anything, we would get married at my father’s estate. It has much more room.” 

“It’s not like we’re inviting the whole of England, Scor.” 

“Excuse me, I’m not the one with the humongous and ridiculous family,” Scorpius reminded him. 

“Okay, fine,” Albus sighed. “I fucked up and I’m sorry. This is all my fault. Can you please just help me?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Scorpius answered, grabbing his laptop. “Just get home, okay?” 

“Do you promise you won’t kill me?” 

“Well that would certainly solve all my problems at the moment, but no, I won’t kill you.”

“That’s very generous of you.” 

“You’re lucky that I happen to be in love with you,” Scorpius informed him, typing quickly into Google. “And I expect you to make this up to me.” 

“I will, I promise.”


Scorpius rang off and began searching for venues in the area. Considering the wedding was in six months, he wasn’t holding out much hope for finding any place half decent. However, weddings got canceled all the time and perhaps he would get lucky. He called his father for any possible family connections that might be of use. 

Scorpius had just finished finalizing the plans, thanks for his father, when the front door to their flat opened and Albus walked in looking like a kicked puppy. 

“On a scale from one to ten, how angry are you at me?” he asked, putting his stuff down and carefully making his way over to Scorpius. 

“Well, I’m not going to let you off easy,” Scorpius answered, calmly shutting his laptop and placing on the other end of the sofa. “But I’m not going to yell at you either.”

“Oh thank god,” Albus said, walking over and kneeling in front of Scorpius. “I’m so sorry, Scor. I’m a fuck up and an idiot.”

“You are,” Scorpius agreed, grinning at his betrothed. “You’re lucky you’re marrying me. In the hands of anyone else, you’d be a catastrophe.” 

Albus whimpered and put his head on Scorpius’ lap. “I ruined our wedding, didn’t I?” 

“No, but it was a near thing,” Scorpius teased, gently petting Albus’ unkempt hair. 

“So are we getting married at your parents?” Albus asked softly. “I don’t mind, you know. I’d marry you anywhere. I’d marry you at a Nando’s.” 

Scorpius laughed. “It would certainly save on catering.” 


“I’m afraid our glamorous Nando’s wedding won’t be happening because we’re getting married at Kenwood House.”

“What?” Albus exclaimed, popping his head up. “I called there not even half an hour ago and they said they were booked through next year.”

“Yes, well, you didn’t mention you were marrying the son of Draco Malfoy,” Scorpius shrugged smiling smugly. “They managed to squeeze us in.” 

“You’re a bloody marvel, you are,” Albus said, kissing Scorpius. 

“What am I going to do with you?” Scorpius asked against Albus’ lips. “You’re hopeless, Potter.”

Albus grinned. “Marry me, hopefully.” 

Scorpius feigned a sigh and pulled Albus up onto the sofa with him. “I suppose, but you’re groveling from now until the wedding.” 

“Anything you say, love,” Albus swore, curling up with Scorpius on the sofa. “As long as there’s still a wedding.” 

“Well, Albus Severus Potter, I am determined to marry you,” Scorpius told him, kissing the top of his head. “I have been since we were kids. It cannot be helped.” 

“And that’s why I’m the luckiest bloke in England.”

“Don’t you forget it.” 

Imagine Fred Weasley

Originally posted by adorable-phelps

Imagine: Remembering all the moments you had with your boyfriend Fred Weasley
Warnings: ??
Couple: Fred x Reader

Imagine Fred comforting you after you had to deal with a boggart:

“Fred.. no” you ran to his body laying on the ground, bleeding, not moving.
You knew it was a boggart, but as soon as it turned into Fred, laying dead on the ground, you forgot. You cried until you heard footsteps behind you.
“Riddikulus! Honey are you okay? It wasn’t real baby i’m here” Fred pulled you close to him.
“I- i couldn’t do anything, you were just laying there.. lifeless”
“I know baby i know, it’s not real, it’s not going to happen don’t worry”

Imagine Fred taking care of your hand when you just went to Umbridge:

“I must not swear, what did you do (Y/N)?” Fred asks, trying not to laugh. He secretly came back to Hogwarts after he heard from Ron what happened to you.
“She called you and George some things i do not want to say. So i stood up in her lesson and called her a bitch for talking like that about you guys because it was absolutely awesome” you answered as you looked at your hand again, the scars disappeared.
“Leave too, come with me. I bet George wouldn’t mind if you stay with us in our shop”
You shook your head.
“I can’t Fred, i’m only in the 6th year”

Imagine you had to stay with Molly and Ginny when the others were taking Harry:

“It’s going to be fine George” you said and squeezed gently in his hand.
“Fred can be here any moment (Y/N), i swear” he smiled through the pain.
“You just los your ear George, don’t worry about Fred he’s fine i know for sure” you said when you heard the tone of his voice.
“Dad! Fred!” you heard Ginny yell.
You stood up and quickly ran outside, seeing Mr. Weasley and Fred. He pulled his arm around Fred when he changed from Harry to Fred again. You ran to him and jumped in his arms.
“I was so scared” you whispered before kissing him.

Imagine fighting in the battle of Hogwarts and finding out about Fred:

“STUPEFY” you screamed and the Death Eater fell on the ground. 
You quickly ran further, finding your way to the Great Hall.
“Where is he?” you asked a girl from Ravenclaw that was standing in front of the door.
She pointed to the red-head family that were crying in front of a bed. You slowly walked to them, scared for what you would see. Molly turned around when se saw you, tears streaming from her eyes, falling from her cheeks on the ground. You looked past her and saw George crying on his brother. Suddenly everything blurred as you felt warm tears streaming on your cold cheeks. You collapsed next to his bed, crying on his stomach. You felt someone grabbing your hands and looked up, seeing George. The both of you took each other in their arms, hanging half over Fred, Crying on each others shoulders.
“You promised me Fred, you promised that it wouldn’t happen. Don’t you remember the boggart” you cried, ignoring the way that he couldn’t hear you anymore.

Imagine Fred’s funeral:

It just felt like yesterday that he died. You weren’t even happy when Harry killed Voldemort. Of course every one else was, but you couldn’t. Fred Weasley, the love of your life, the boy that always found a way to make you smile, died. Molly squeezed your hand and George laid his arm around your shoulders. You stared blankly at the coffin in front of you, the red-head twin laying in side, still wearing his last smile. 

Imagine sitting in front of Fred’s grave and telling him this:

Fred, Honey. There is no day that went by without thinking of you. I miss you so much. I’m living with your parents now and help them take care of the house. Molly changed so much, she can’t even look at George without crying, Arthur quit his job and just sits on the kitchen table all day, staring out of the window. George couldn’t look in the mirror anymore and he reminds me so much of you, hugging him feels as hugging you. Ginny and Harry visit every weekend with the kids and Percy always comes on Wednesday. Bill and Fleur are not coming on particular days but they visit every week and Charlie owls every day. Ron and Hermione bring cake every Saturday to cheer us up. How can it possibly been almost 10 years since you died.. I love you and couldn’t wait to see you again,
- (Y/N)

Hi guys, sorry if it wasn’t good, or sad or whatever, but i wanted to do something else than just a story. I still hope you like it :)


HP Stuff

The last time I saw a Bill Weasley post-attack drawing, he just had some straight, kind of superficial-looking scars across his face (almost gamzee-style, really), and I wanted to draw him with some actual disfiguration and chunks taken out of him and still handsome.  

Then of course Fleur, and obviously Tonkin.  I swear I’m going to make a comic about that scene in the hospital wing sometime because I love it.

And last an attempt at Fred and George, who remind me strongly of splickedy and me, and another Lupin looking angrily concerned.

I kind of almost want to do a Makani and draw headcanons for everyone! @v@

lupita nyong'o tonight reminds me of bill and fleur’s wedding scene where fleur is walking down the aisle and harry remarks that she is so beautiful and happy and radiant that everyone around her looks more beautiful

so lupita nyong'o is a veela, is what i’m saying