TÊTE D'ECLAIR Ce n'était censé être qu'une incantation. Une incantation de pacotille pour en sortir encore plus fort afin de conserver nos forces pour le boss final. Une incantation qui a ajouté ce clown au duo iconique que Business Girl et moi formons, sans moyen de le renvoyer dans le bug d'où il vient. MAÎTRE MOURE Je ne sais pas comment j'en suis arrivé là. Un moment je flottais dans le vide, tiraillé par l'écriture de mon code, et la seconde d'après je me retrouve dans cette prairie avec ces deux personnages singuliers. Tête d'éclair ne me fait pas confiance, mais moi non plus. Il peut être de ceux qui m'ont gardé enfermé toutes ces années. "La clé de la réussite et de l'amour peut être décidée sur une simple ligne de code." |Il|Il|Il|Il|Il|Il|Il|Il|Il|Il|Il|Il|Il|Il|Il|Il fanfiction Loyis x Ougo avec leur alter egos (Maître Moure est un OC d'Ougo) basé au 18ème siècle avec un langage et des connaissances modernes.

This is a love story. But not one you've heard before. We're aged up here. Out of the teenage drama and falling into 20-something whirlwinds. Lottie knew Fred and George from her single, awkwardly quiet transplant year at Hogwarts. She was a shy girl, only admiring them from afar, because who wouldn't? They were everything. And she was barely perceived. But time changes people. And now, she's hellfire. Sarcastic, witty, downright unhinged. and they're both hers- well... hopefully. Almost. Yes, this IS a love story. But it's also a filthy, dramatic, cheeky, fluffy, innuendo-laden thrill ride. And people always ask, Fred OR George. Lottie says: Why not both? *** all my original characters are my property. the rest are property of the evil hag she-who-must-not-be-named

Born and first raised in a home filled with love and laughs, Lyra Eileen Potter came into the world minutes before her twin brother, Harry James Potter. So she was the first to cry and the first to be held - but the fate decided she'd be the one to be taken away first, that night. On October 31st 1981, the night everything changed for Harry - who soon became the Boy Who Lived -, a burst of white lighting carried Lyra out of Voldemort's reach. And while everyone remembered Harry, no one remembered Lyra - the Girl Who Vanished. Years passed, and under the name Selwyn, she grew up surrounded by the cold elegance and silver-lined expectations - a pureblood legacy, distant smiles, and rules stitched into every word. But Lyra learned how to adapt, how to read people, how to keep secrets. At Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat had screamed Slytherin. And although she wore green and silver with quiet pride, she never truly mirrored those beside her: she was too thoughtful to follow blindly, too curious to conform - and too kind, perhaps, for a house known for its ambition and edge. Then her fourth year came and something shifted. Behind everything, a warmth became to bloom. Maybe it was the Twiwizard Tournament. Maybe it was him - the red-haired prankster with too much charm in his grin and too much gentleness in his gaze: George Weasley. Or maybe it was the way she started to really look at Harry Potter - not as the boy who lived, but as someone ho carried the same quiet ache in her chest. Or perhaps it was simply time for the lies to crack, and for the speed in her blood to rise. [gof-dh] [george weasley x fem!oc] [started august 4, 2025]