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✨️Lottie Winslow is back. ✨️
Her idyllic summer was filled with laughter, magic, Fred's incessant snoring, and George's unbearable early mornings.
As summer morphs into fall, she's embarking on a new adventure; her store.
When she opens Vesperlight, she expects long nights and good magic- not to fall even deeper into the orbit of the Weasley twins.
Warm, reckless Fred.
Steady, yearning George.
Both hers in ways none of them know how to name out loud.But Hogsmeade is shifting, what will happen when old shadows encroach on her new happiness? Lottie, Fred, and George will have to fight harder than ever to protect the life they've built, the relationship they've nurtured, and all the love they're terrified to lose.
✨️Not all bindings are curses.✨️
**this is pt II of my original story, Gemini. most of the contents will make sense if you've read or not, but i cannot stress enough how much more it will impact you if you have read the previous installment**
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- Part 4 of Gemini
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18 Mar 2026
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À Contre-Cœur by meisjerauw
Fandoms: Joost Klein (Musician), Eurovision Song Contest RPF
22 Apr 2026
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À Contre-Cœur - a feeling that arrives uninvited, settling in the spaces you swore were closed.
It begins with tension, with glances that linger a second too long, with words that cut just as often as they hide something softer.
Two lives moving in opposite directions, colliding in ways neither expected, pulled into a slow dance of resistance and surrender.It's the story of what happens when the heart moves first, when pride tries to keep pace and fails, when something fragile grows where only friction lived before.
Bookmarked by YellowFunnyBunny
10 Dec 2025
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He dances with you in the rain like the world doesn’t exist — soaked clothes clinging, your laughter tangled with thunder. In the soft hush of morning, he kisses your forehead like a prayer, brings you coffee in bed, eggs still warm, eyes still sleepy. He takes you to restaurants where candlelight flickers in his gaze, where you feel like the only woman in the room.
But when night falls, the tenderness turns wild. He pulls your hair like he owns every strand, grips your hips like he’s afraid to lose you, bites into your skin like it’s the only truth he’s ever known. His mouth traces fire along your spine, and you burn for him, again and again.
And when it’s over — or just beginning — you bury your face in his neck, arms wrapped tight, and breathe the words that feel truer than anything else: “You’re the only one. My only one.”
Bookmarked by YellowFunnyBunny
30 Jul 2025