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sadtonight · 2 years

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"Turn the lights on please!"

Summary: On a sleepover, you confess that you have a fear of darkness and much prefer some source of light being lit up. Now, boys have to decide how to handle this delicate issue;

Characters: first year students;

Warnings: mild mentions of monsters, swearing, reader is gender neutral, ambiguous relationship (possible crush behaviour?? Or not idk decide for yourself);

Side notes: OMG I HOPE I WROTE EVERYTHING OKAY, COUNTRY ENGLISH AND FRENCH ARE STRANGLING ME. Ahem. Wanna thank my Deuce simp bestie for Deuce part bc i had no ideas for him (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Ace

— this orange bastard has the audacity to laugh straight at your face. Don't forget about tactless, blant remarks directed towards your "kiddy" fear;

— in spite of his mockery, Ace didn't taunt you because he dreamt of getting hit in the face by your pillow, but because he thought that there was nothing to be scared of while you're here;

—like, no spooky monsters and dangerous beasts will ever set their foot into Heartslabyul past bedtime. Obviously no poor creature will be in one piece after they encounter Riddle, who occasionally checks to see who dares to disobey the curfew rules;

— first year tricks you into playing card games including his dark blue haired roommate who was diligently studying prior to ginger's interference. Deuce stayed for a handful of rounds until he had enough of loosing all the time and went to bed early (Ace helped you cheat) until you lost a bet which was to sneak in the kitchen and steal some food for him;

— next thing you know you are forced out of the room with a flashlight in hands, Ace grinning from ear to ear. You had to sneakily rummage through the fridge looking for something that won't be missed by it's owner, tearing your eyes away from the task just in case of any potential "red threat";

— you avoided casting any glances into the darkness, feeling sicker by the seconds until you felt a hand on your shoulder, nearly making you screech in horror. The hand belonged to Cater, who instead of telling on you spared you on behalf of Ace helping him with something before. You sighed in relief and thanked green eyed male, swiftly retreating with a few leftover cupcakes, donuts and cookies all baked by Heartslabyul vice dorm leader;

— first year light-heartedly complained about you being slowpoke before taking a strawberry jammed donut and eating it in one go. You were about to take a small sugar cookie but Ace mildly slapped your hand away, insisting that he should feed you as you looked "dead tired", which you really were so you allowed him to feed you, ignoring boy's cheeky expression;

— you felt so worn out after food break that you managed to pass out right after your head hit the pillow, oblivious to how pleased ginger was with himself as he watched your chest rise up and down in a peaceful slumber.

Deuce

— o-oh, you are afraid of the dark...? To be honest, when Deuce was young he had also considered darkness eerie, however he toughed it out and stopped paying any mind to it, even going as far as to having regular late night rides on the blastcycle as he grew up;

— he didn't know how to help with your fears but you assured him that's everything is under control by pulling out small star shaped night light and went up to the nearest socket, pushing the lamp into the wall;

—....however it didn't light up, making you feel cold sweat creep up your back when suddenly you heard blue haired boy behind you exclaim as if he had an idea in mind. And he indeed had: he could fix your night light in about half an hour minimum, and in the meantime you could help a little, at least emotionally!

— you naturally agreed, taking place on the fluffy carpet while Deuce fished out all necessary tools and joined you, getting comfortable on the floor as he had some work to do;

— blue eyed boy started to tell you about all strange things that he had ever repaired, from big and complex machines like blastcycles, up to tiny ones like tamagochi. Not to say he's able to solve all possible issues but hey, he could at least give it a try;

— thirty minutes have passed and Deuce was finished with fixing. He got up and eagerly plushed night light into the socket, expecting to see light, but instead saw lots of sparks until everything went dark and completely quite;

— now it was his turn to cold sweat form on his forehead as he heard lots of disgruntled voices coming from the other rooms. The voice that snapped him out of the trance was from Ace, who was having the time of his life, saying how "impressed" must you be by his excellent skills;

— Deuce promptly shut him up before returning to you and practically begging for you to come with him and fix the electricity problem. Naturally you were scared, but you couldn't just turn poor boy down...;

— fortunately for the first year, no major damage was done so the lights quickly reappeared and Deuce thanked the Seven, grateful that he didn't put a heartshaped collar on you alongside him because of his faults.

Jack

—Jack couldn't really grasp why would you be scared of something so trivial. You have nothing to worry about, no one dares to enter wolf's territory and even if they do, they won't get victory that easily. Hey, don't get the wrong idea, it doesn't mean that he will protect you, you'll have to look out for yourself alone!

— leaving a light source for the whole night is out of questions because he won't be able to get enough rest that way, which will negatively affect his performance in classes. But now Jack can't just leave you shivering in fear without while he sleeps like a log. What kind of asshole does that? Definitely not him!

— so it's settles: you will go out and do some exercises that are so intense they will make you drop dead asleep! Sorry, ain't no choice for you, beastman will tone it down if you have health issues but you are still running tiny, slow laps around the dorm;

— the plan was as following: you jog around and he chases you, acting like a monster from darkness. That way you will be more willing to put all your effort into running. Jack even turned into his wolf form, assuming that it would help with immersion;

— obviously it didn't help at all and it only distracted you from his original intend as you cooed and beamed at him, patting his head and telling him how you wouldn't run away from the wolf but stay and scratch behind his ears;

— Jack was terribly pissed and flustered with you at the same time, nudging your hands away with his paws and making protest sounds as if telling you to cut it out and get serious;

— after a patting session was over you finally complied and started to run in unison with him, not noticing that you have already run a lot of laps. At least you weren't fazed by darkness as much as before jogging session;

— when you finally were done with running, you and Jack went back to take showers and get some shut-eye. You had no energy left to keep moving, so as you were making your way into the room you leaned into nearest wall only to smack into Jack's body, startling drowsy beastman awake, stirring him up yet again.

Epel

— hmm really? Epel wasn't afraid of darkness, he lived in a village all his life thus the boy was more scared of strange sounds at night when he was like, three years old, but his grandma would always calm him down explaing that it's just wind and wild animals;

— as a Pomefiore dweller, simply one thing came to fair boy's head, it being to brew a potion that " 'ill put ya right to snooze";

— the two of you headed to dorm leader's room to request using dorm's laboratory, to which Vil immediately refused. However after explaining the situation, he agreed on the premise that Epel will be the one who deals with negative outcome just in case. First year agreed in a heartbeat and you two went to get lab coats;

— after getting his lab coat and borrowing another one for you from rather spirited Rook, Epel got to work on the safest sleeping potion, going for something that will also give you sweet dreams;

— the time it would take for potion to cool down was too long, prompting Epel to suggest going around dark corners of the Pomefiore and proving to you that there is nothing to be scared of. Initially you wanted to stay in a well lit room, but lavender haired promised to be there for you;

— both of you softly walked down the halls, entering each empty room, you listening to Epel's stories about his childhood in Harveston;

— the atmosphere was light and calm, until there was a sound of something falling down behind you, making you and first year to jump a little from sudden disturbance;

— petit boy immediately run infront of you, pulling his magic pen from coat's pocket and aiming it at the source of the sound. Epel shouted into the darkness, asking who it was, only to receive silence;

— then you heard "Parfait!" and "Très bien!", making lavender haired boy to lower his pen with a sigh. The hunter was there to inform you that the potion was done and ready to be consumed;

— when you at last have drunk the potion and let the sleep overtake you, Epel hoped you would see him in your dreams, as a brave, tall and mighty knight.

Sebek

— what? How foolish, there is nothing to be frightened of, why would anyone even dare to approach the residence of master Malleus, especially in the dead of night when master Lilia is the most active??

— with help of self discipline and the remainder of the presence of a splendid portrait of dragon fae prince on the wall in his room, Sebek stopped paying any mind to whims of his imagination regarding dark;

— you, unsurprisingly, could not train such heights of tolerance to darkness meaning that some source of light was the only option left. Half fae with great reluctance admitted that he did not possess any knowledge of spells that might aid your situation;

— mid way through lamenting about his inability to serve his master properly, Sebek suddenly went quite, muttering something under his breath. He strided to the black wardrobe and started to change back into his dorn uniform, instructing you to do the same as he was planning to request Malleus to teach him a spell that could summon fireflies since it was still not too late for a visit;

— while making your way to Diasomnia dorm leader's room, Sebek gave you a thorough behavior code on what to do and say in presence of the fae royalty. When you arrived, he audibly knocked on the door, awaiting response on the other side only to be met with deafening silence;

— this instantly made Sebek spring into action: he invited himself in, calling out to his master and halting when he realised that the occupier was absent, which knight in training found odd;

— your hand was unceremoniously pulled by Sebek who rushed out into the halls, already up for a meticulous search for his master to ensure later's safely;

—you two had a full trip throughout the Diasomnia dorm, making sure not to miss a single corner until Sebek barged into Lilia's shared room and asked fae bat for the help. Mischievous fae danced around the topic before finally hinting that the prince could be enjoying cool, fresh air on the balcony;

— at last you and Sebek spoted Malleus surrounded by dozens of green fireflies. Intimidating male listened carefully to first year request and agreed to teach him a spell or two tomorrow. For now, he gave you a couple of fireflies and wished both of you to have a peaceful night;

— while watching green lights drift in the air in his room, Sebek made a promise that he would become a capable mage and knight with whom you, his master and his family shall never be afraid of darkness nor any danger.

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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primsgirl89 · 4 years

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More Than Blood 3: Dark Mark

George and Fred had been following Danielle all day, and it was beginning to annoy her. The two had always pulled a prank on her- admittedly not as much as the others in the house they only do it if Danny was involved. Danielle had been studying hard to try and get ahead a couple of years for Hogwarts- Dumbledore had allowed her to do so; telling her he would like to see if she could rise to the challenge. So on the day that she had to go to take her exams she was being followed as Fred and George had been with her through all of the exams.

It could have been worse, Danielle thought, they could have been pranking me all day.

When she received her scores- she was a bundle of nervous energy. It was Fred who ripped all of the envelopes as George read the papers out loud.

She passed. Danielle had O's and E's for her grades. Never had she ever felt as accomplished as when she received those scores. Danny had been cheering the entire time everyone took to be ready to go to the Quidditch game; not that he cared who won Danny just liked watching the sport. Misses Weasley had been so pleased that she had taken Danielle to the spa instead of going to a game Danielle wouldn't enjoy.

"Okay," Danielle agreed, "but I call dibs on paying for you to get a nice massage." Misses Weasley just smiled, she knew that Danielle wouldn't allow her to pay for anything if she had a say for it.

Danielle knew that Misses Weasley needed something to relax her mind with- especially since all she had been hearing was how many towns had been massacred. Muggle-borns, half-bloods, and those that are deemed blood-traitors were being slaughtered. Poor Misses Weasley hadn't a moment's rest almost the entire summer, but she seemed very panicked as if she was expecting her family to be next. Danielle was becoming increasingly worried about the older woman, and she wanted to do what she could to make her feel relaxed.

George and Fred had finally stopped following Danielle allowing her to take a shower; her mind felt ready to become mush. Her mind wasn't on her passing scores anymore; they were now on the massacres and the memory of what Ron had told their friends and family. Those that were in his and Danny's room that night- that he did indeed have feelings of some sort for her. Perhaps she returns those feelings, but she doesn't truly believe she does; she's just fourteen.

Her feelings for Ron could just be simple admiration since he helped Harry so often and was good friends with her brother- despite Danny being a Slytherin. Either way, Ron was right; they weren't ready for getting in a relationship with each other. Besides, Danielle had seen the way that Ron looks at Hermione; Ron seems to treat Danielle as he does Ginny. Ron is maybe a bit more touchy with her than he is with Ginny.

When she had gone to bed, Danielle had noticed that Danny was outside with Ginny speaking with their mutual friend, Luna Lovegood. Luna was a person that Danielle really liked that she wasn't already living with, Danielle often went out of her way to find everything that their housemates had hidden from the poor girl. Sighing, Danielle went off to the room she shared with Ginny- and now Hermione since she was also staying the night. Slipping under the comfortable bed, Danielle fell into a deep and blissful sleep.

It was still dark out when Danielle shot up in a cold sweat; her body shivering with fear. No one was up yet so to Danielle she wondered why she was constantly waking up so early for- especially because of a dream. She couldn't remember what she had dreamt about, but she knew that the twins were in her dream. The two were the only image that was completely clear, and it was disturbing as well as frightening.

She remembered George being the first she saw in the dream. He was flying- trying to get away from something or someone- the trademark red-hair was suddenly becoming wet with his blood. She saw him falling from his broom. The next image she saw was him laying on a couch, his blood flowing from his left ear, it was beginning to trail down his chin and drip onto the couch. She was beside him- along with Fred and Misses Weasley obviously- and she was kissing him; on her finger laid a glimmering diamond ring. Danielle remembered that her dream-self was crying heavily, both out of worry and relief.

Fred's part of her dream came just as terrifying- maybe even more so. She knew they were at Hogwarts; they were fighting against an army of some sort. Fred was hit by a wave of green energy, in front of a room she had never seen before, but the energy had hit Fred so quickly that she wasn't able to tell if anyone had been around with Fred. The scene changed to him laying on a stretcher- motionless, lifeless- every single Weasley was surrounding the older twin. Everyone was crying, she was crying next to George who was in denial. Dream Danielle had turned to face George with a tearful face as he then came crashing into her stong embrace crying loudly. His ear was completely gone.

Coming back to herself, Danielle realized that she was crying heavily. No sound was made, but that didn't seem to keep her from crying heavily. Without a moment of hesitation, Danielle hopped out of her bed before rushing for the twin's room. Bella was resting in the pocket of a hoodie she stole from Danny- but she was now meowing lightly at having been woken very rudely.

When she phased through the door, Danielle fell on her hands and knees in heavy relief to see that the twins were breathing, George still had his ear. Her fall must have had woken George it seemed; her blue eyes met his warm brown ones, it was all she could do to not jump on him screaming her relief. She did jump on him, though. She was careful not to crush Bella between them, but she slipped out of the pocket and rushed to lay on the pillow next to George's head.

"Oof!" George gasped heavily as Danielle had laid fully on top of him. "Ellie? What's the matter?"

"Bad dream," Danielle said in a light whisper.

"It involved us," George asked weakly, "didn't it."

Not able to control herself, she moved so she was practically one with George as she stifled her sobs. Never had she felt so broken over a dream. Sure, she felt dread, sorrow, loss, fear, and anger; but this felt so real.

"Hey," George brought his hand into her long black hair, "it wasn't real. We are still here; safe."

"You had lost an ear," Danielle whispered into his adam's apple, "and Fred had died by death magic."

She had felt George swallow thickly under her lips before she felt his hands reach for hers; he led her hands to where both of his ears were. They were fleshy and warm- slightly chilled on the top, but they were there; still attached. Bella had nuzzled her head against Danielle's hand in comfort- even getting George's hand in the process.

"I have both of my ears, Ellie," he whispered in her ear. He then moved so that he could push his bed against Fred's; when he got back in his bed he grabbed her left hand to place on top of Fred's chest.

The warmth coming through his t-shirt seeped into her chilled hands. Fred's heartbeat was slow and steady- full of life even in his sleep. She felt George had moved so his chest was pressed against her back, his lips brushed against her ear as he whispered to her.

"Fred is alive; safe."

Danielle felt Fred had shifted as he now was facing her- still asleep- his pinky was barely touching her nose. Her panic was fading, but she was still unwilling to leave the twins yet. She was too awake for her to want to leave- she was worried that they would end up as she had dreamt of them not even ten minutes before. It was childish for her to think, but her qualms overpowered her mind.

Danielle moved her body close to nestle against George as he was brushing her hair away from her face- gentle and caring. With her back now pressed comfortably against his chest, Danielle felt her body lost the tenseness from her dream. She only ever felt this way when she was watching the sunrise in the early hours of the day, so it felt nice to cuddle with somebody after a nightmare and not have to resort to going outside.

Her mind drifted back to the many massacres that had happened over the summer. Over a thousand witches and wizards had been killed and Danielle had no reason to not believe that Voldemort's followers had been the reason for such a thing to happen. Especially since it was muggle-borns, half-bloods, and the blood traitors who had been murdered- something that Voldemort himself had been very keen on making a reality.

"George?" She got a soft hum from the younger Weasley twin. "Is it true that you, Fred, and Percy are going to have to marry?"

George yawned, "sadly," he said with a wince. "It's not like I have the admirers that Fred has, so it will be a bit harder for me to find someone to marry. If I do get someone to accept my proposal, it's probably because they thought I was Fred or something. The lucky sod."

She remembered hearing about a new law being placed that any witch or wizard hit sixteen they are to marry. Danielle knew it was to ensure that more babies could be made- especially if they were able to be born as a witch or wizard. It was something she had heard Misses Weasley rant about early one morning.

"Do you remember why," Danielle whispered lightly. How much do the twins know?

George was silent for a moment, but he took a deep breath before glancing at his sleeping brother. "Purebloods are being forced to marry either half-bloods or Muggleborns because of the massacres that have been happening lately. Mum had just gotten the letter a month ago explaining it, yet she has yet to tell us what is inside of the letter. Well, other than the obvious we have to marry business."

"How much longer do you have?"

"Mum had said a month more. If we don't find someone on our own, we'll be forced into one the Ministry approves of."

She knew he was angry, and she knew he had a right to be. His right of who he gets to marry had been taken from him- he still has a choice, but he has a time limit to be able to choose whom he marries. He wasn't wrong about Fred being more popular with the girls and it bothered her that no one bothered to pay attention to how George felt about the situation.

"Do you," Danielle fought to ask her question.

"Do I have someone in mind?"

"Yeah," Danielle breathed.

"Not really," George said with a small twitch of his nose. "Well, kind of. I just don't want her to think I am trying to save myself from having to be forced in a marriage to someone I don't even know."

"I'd marry you," she said lightly. "Not just to keep you from being forced into a marriage, but because even if I am not as close to you as I am with Ron, Harry, or Danny I still love you. Plus, we have already been living in the same house for, like, nine bloody years. It wouldn't be so bad. Besides, if we married- we still have time to prepare ourselves from having to live on our own."

George was silent for a very long time- it made Danielle worry that she had made him uncomfortable with her truth. She even made herself uncomfortable with how true her words were. Though, there was the underlying truth that they would have to become parents within two years of being together.

Danielle knew that with her, it wouldn't be too terrible to be with for the teen who was holding her tightly. He was sixteen, he had to find someone before the time limit for him was up- and she hoped he would succeed. Even if he hadn't taken her offer; she just wished that George would be able to find someone as Fred had. Fred had asked Angelina Johnson if he would take his hand- she was a half-blood; her mother was a muggle- she had said yes.

"What about Ron?"

Startled, Danielle glanced at George with her bottom lip between her teeth. "What about Ron?"

"You seem to have a crush on the bloke."

Danielle had thought about what she had heard a couple of nights ago. Ron had told everyone he had feelings for her- or at least that was what it had sounded like to her. Danielle knew she thought that she had feelings for Ron, but because of her dream, she knew it wasn't true.

"Despite how I act with Ron, I realized that I seem to also do the same with Danny. When Ron does things like holding me from behind and whispering in my ear- it feels awkward to me."

"Okay-" the door to the room opened- when Percy was seen through the light of his wand with his usual sneer. What George and Danielle felt next was feeling completely sleepy. As her eyes began to close once more, it felt like only seconds had passed before she was peeling her eyes open once more.

When she woke again- it was to hear Misses Weasley cooing at something. She snuggled herself under the warm arm that had been wrapped firmly around her body. How long had she been sleeping in George's arms? Opening one eye Danielle learned that it was still fairly dark out- but the beginnings of the sunrise were making its appearance in the dark sky.

Deciding to get herself ready for the day, Danielle stretched her body- feeling her muscles tighten felt relieving to her sleep clouded body. As ready as she will ever be Danielle forced herself to shake George awake, but he wouldn't budge from her shaking him. Sighing, she grabbed her hair and moved it lightly over his nose, which was what had woken him up.

His hand swatted her hair away from her nose before he moved to sit up. Groaning, he moved off of his bed towards his dresser beginning his day. Following his example, Danielle got up and moved to the shared room she had with Ginny and Hermione.

When she was finished, she sat beside George- who was still very tired but more awake than when she woke him earlier- with a small smile. She gave Misses Weasley a small smile as a greeting before laying her head against George's arm. She listened as Mister Weasley explained to Harry about why wizards need a license to Apparate. It was good for Harry to know the facts about the dangers of Apparating in case he ever decided to try for a license himself.

"Why do we have to be up so early," Ginny groaned, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table. Her head falling into her elbow soon after.

"We've got a bit of a walk," replied Mister Weasley. His face showed a bit of guilt. "Walk," Harry asked. "What? Are we walking to the World Cup?" "No, no, that's miles away," Mister. Weasley smiled as he spoke. "We only need to walk a short way. It's just that it's very difficult for a large number of wizards to congregate without attracting the muggle's attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best of times, and on a huge occasion like the Quidditch World Cup-" "George," yelled Misses. Weasley sharply, causing them all to jump. Danielle squeaked as she glanced at the now red-faced Misses Weasley. "What," asked George, in an innocent tone that deceived nobody. Danielle narrowed her blue eyes- she then looked towards Danny who looked as if he was trying to hide his panic. "What is that in your pocket?" "Nothing!" "Don't you lie to me!" Misses Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and called, "Accio!" Several small, brightly colored objects zoomed out of George's pocket; he made a grab for them but missed, and they sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand. Danielle noticed that Fred and Danny seemed to be paling rather quickly at Misses Weasley's findings. "We told you to destroy them," hissed Misses Weasley furiously, holding up what were unmistakably more Ton-Tongue Toffees. "We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, all three of you!" It was an unpleasant scene; the twins and Danny had evidently been trying to smuggle as many toffees out of the house as possible, and it was only by using her Summoning Charm that Misses Weasley managed to find them all. "Accio! Accio! Accio," she shouted, and toffees zoomed from all sorts of unlikely places, including the lining of George's jacket and the turn-ups of Fred's jeans. Danny's pack was soon released of all the toffees that he had tried to smuggle to the game. "We spent six months developing those," Fred shouted at his mother as she threw the toffees away. "Oh a fine way to spend six months," she shrieked sarcastically. "No wonder you lot didn't get more O.W L.'s!" All in all, the atmosphere was not very friendly as they took their departure. Misses Weasley was still glowering as she kissed Mister Weasley on the cheek, though not nearly as much as the twins and Danny, who had each hoisted their rucksacks onto their backs and walked out without a word to her. Danny- Danielle knew- was feeling rather guilty for trying to sneak the toffees out of the house, but he was also angry he wasn't able to get more money.

"Well, have a lovely time," said Misses Weasley, "and behave yourselves," she called after the twins' retreating backs, but they did not look back or answer. "I'll send Bill, Charlie, and Percy along around midday," she said to her husband as he, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny set off across the dark yard after Fred and George.

Danielle rushed quickly after George, grabbing his sleeve making him face her. Floating so she was able to kiss his cheek, she wished them all a good time. She gave everyone a farewell hug and a smile, but when she got to Danny they just smiled and gave each other a fist bump.

When everyone had left for the game, Misses Weasley and Danielle waited longer before heading off to one of the spas. Danielle fed the cats, put water in their bowls and made everyone's bed. By the time she finished, it was time to leave for their spa day. It was relaxing for the most part- Bella had to stay home since cats weren't allowed in the spas- she just didn't like hearing the gossip coming from the workers about affairs that hadn't concerned them.

"No," a lady with red-hair gasped loudly, "who would make their children marry at such a young age?"

"I heard that the children these days are getting themselves knocked up for attention from their parents."

"Must be terrible parents if you ask me."

Danielle was glad when she and Misses Weasley were able to leave. It was mid-afternoon when they had gone to one of the muggle restaurants for a late lunch. Misses Weasley was enjoying the muggle experience; she noticed that she even looked more relaxed than she had in a long while.

"This was nice, Dear," she said softly. "I feel as if I had lost a good ten years."

Danielle smiled at her, "I agree..."

Misses Weasley seemed to sense there was something on the raven-haired girl's mind. "Something the matter, Danielle?"

"I've heard you have been talking about the," glancing around the area to make sure no one was listening she spoke in a whisper, "massacre's."

Misses Weasley placed her hot cup of tea down, her face falling into a disappointed look. "It's not a good thing to eavedrop, dear. How on earth would you have been able to hear about? Author and I talk in the very early hours of the morning."

"I'm always on the porch watching the sunrise," Danielle explained lightly. "I have ever since I was ten. Though I don't mean to overhear you, I've just been waking up from bad dreams lately."

Misses Weasley sighed, her hand dropping down some money so they could leave. Danielle followed her guardian with a saddened look, she didn't like talking about the murders but she needed to place something off her chest.

When they Apparated to the Burrow, Misses Weasley set out to make cookies as well as some pies.

"I want to ask you for something," Misses Weasley said firmly.

"Yes?"

"Do not speak of this to anyone."

"Don't worry, Miss-" a sharp glare, "Molly, but I really won't tell anyone." Misses Weasley smiled a forced smile as she set about to pick up Winter to place him on her lap. "I have a request."

"Oh?"

"Would it be alright if I were to be George's bride? I know he isn't very outgoing as Fred is with the girls, and I know he has a time crunch before he is forced into a relationship that the Ministry has chosen for him. Just thought it would be better than having to deal with some stranger."

Misses Weasley gave a tear-filled smile, looking at Danielle as if she were an angel sent from God himself. Her hand reached out to grab Danielle's smaller one.

"If the two of you want to, I don't see why not."

The timer for the pie had gone off so Misses Weasley had left to take care of it. Danielle was sat there in a stunned silence. She thought that Misses Weasley would have told her no. That what was going on with George was none of her business and she should mind her own.

Day turned to night, and Danielle could hardly keep her eyes open for much longer. Saying her good night to Misses Weasley, Danielle went towards George's bed and fell asleep- Bella and Winter not far behind from where she lay.

When she had woken up and gone out to watch the sunrise once more The Family Owl had come in with the Dailey Prophet in its beak, rushing for Misses Weasley. A moment later Misses Weasley squealed in fright and terror before rushing off outside-in her bedroom slippers. Not knowing what was going on, Danielle had gone where Misses Weasley was standing- the paper headline showing what had Misses Weasley in a fuss.

SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP, complete with a twinkling black-and-white photograph of the Dark Mark over the treetops. Fear curled inside her stomach; hoping against all odds that everyone was okay and this was nothing more than a prank.

When the first silhouette's appeared on the path that led to the Borrow, Danielle couldn't hold back as she flew over to where the group was. Laughing in relief Danielle rushed to hug everyone she could.

"Thank God you are all okay," she breathed.

"Dani," Danny chuckled, "it's nothing we couldn't handle."

Biting her lip, Danielle chose to ignore Danny so she could glance at George. He was slightly roughed up and dirty, but he was uninjured as far as she could see.

"George?"

George gave a small smirk as he placed an arm over her shoulder. "We're fine."

Sighing Danielle sunk into his side, she made up her mind. "We need to talk, George."

"Can someone explain how they got so bloody close," Ron asked in confusion.

#danny phantom and harry potter cross over #Harry Potter #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #dani phantom #twins #Ron Weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #Misses Weasley #Hermione Granger #marriage law au #cross over

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Dreamverse Series - Part 1

WELL YALL, I made a thing, here’s my own RnM fan fic series. Enjoy

It’s not real.

You can do this.

You have to keep telling yourself it’s not real.

You squeeze your eyes as hard as you can or, at least, you think you are, you can’t tell. You could never tell.

You try and focus on melting through the sheets or falling through them, as if you're sinking down to the bottom of a pool.

Focus...shit! Don’t freak out!

Shit, shit...fucking shit!

You hear the banging again but this time it’s much louder and any minute the door will bust open and it will come in.

Your mind flinches with every blow, each louder than the last. Your ears ring as if they were gunshots, only louder, which seems impossible.

Why is it so hard this time? You’ve escaped before...

Your heart races with each breath that escapes through your nose. You want to open your mouth to breathe, scream, anything, but it's as though its sewn shut, like some B rated horror movie. You can’t open or even touch them. You can’t move anything and you're running out of time.

It’s almost here.

Abort mission, you can’t do it, you need help.

Someone help!

Suddenly the temperature drops and although you can’t see it, there’s a black fog that’s entered the room, completely blanketing the floor.

It's too late...It’s here.

The door violently swings open and a huge black figure enters the room, then slowly glides towards you.

You try to scream but your lips won’t move. You try moving your head to reach for your night stand, but it's as though you're in quicksand. The more you move the worse it is.

As it gets closer, the figure suddenly begins to change and the fog changes from black to a bright neon green. The first thing you notice is the figure’s wild and disheveled teal blue hair. Your eyes travel to its face, which hadn’t come close enough for you to see before. A man comes into focus and across his lips lies a huge scar curled up in a sinister sharp smile.

Finally he reaches the side of the bed and that's when you see the look of pure evil in his eyes.

Towering over you like an omen, radiating every horrible thing that’s ever happened to you, He raises a hand and you notice he is wearing a white lab coat over a black shirt.

Suddenly he lunges forward, grabbing your neck and begins to squeeze. His nails dug into your skin while his eyes pierced right through you. He is here for something, but it's not to kill you.

What..what do you want from me?!

His eyes narrow as his expression changes to that of amusement and he lifts his other hand to reveal a gun, but not like one you've ever seen.

“You.” The single word reply escaped his lips like dripping poison, his voice cold and hardened.

He looks you up and down then places the searingly cold end of the barrel between your collarbones, pausing only for a second before slowly dragging the metal down your body as his grip on your throat tightened. You wince as he agonizingly tortures your skin, the metal colder than anything you've ever felt, and continues his slow pace...between your breasts...over your stomach...before reaching-

Closing your eyes and with all your remaining strength you try one last time to move.

Get the FUCK away from me!

You let out a desperate gasp for air and bolt upright in bed breathing heavily and fast. You touch your lips, throat, and look to the door to see it’s closed. Everything's fine and you're alone, once again, in the still of your bedroom at three am.

Except, everything’s not fine.

Quickly you swing your legs off the bed and run to the floor length mirror across the room to examine your neck.

It's….bruised. How is that possible!?

Confused you step back, shaking, sweating, and for once scared, only to discover that's not all. You notice the damp fabric of your panties clung to you, which wasn't the result of sweat.

Bruises were now the least of your problems.

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“What. The. Fuck!” you yelled at the mirror, breaking the silence in the room which almost seemed necessary.

You've never experienced a sleep paralysis like that before.

You've always been able to escape, turn it into a lucid dream and then go or do whatever the hell you wanted. Sex mostly. But, this, what happened tonight, wasn't normal.

Your mind can't manifest real bruises being paralyzed, and you couldn't have made them yourself.

Previously before you learned to control it, the figures never took a human form or had anything about them you could remember. And you certainly were not ever...aroused.

What is wrong with me?

These sleep paralysis episodes had been happening every night for the past week since moving into this house. You wonder if it has anything to do with the backstory of why your rent is so cheap, causing your brain to get carried away.

The owner and now landlord hasn't been able to keep tenants very long before they break contract and move out, sometimes without picking up their deposits. Something about various complaints about a particular neighbor, strange sightings, and unexplainable sounds at night, although you were not given the details on the nature of the complaints. If there was something serious going on in this neighborhood, you'd know already, so it didn’t bother you.

Turning away from the mirror with your heart still racing, you decide there's no chance you'll fall back to sleep.

Not after that, especially when you are now all...worked up.

Walking back over the side of the bed, you open the nightstand drawer to reveal what you called “Polly”. Technically the manufacturer named it that as you were not in the habit of giving names to your vibrators but it always made you laugh to yourself when reaching for it.

Might as well take care of myself since I’m up.

Just as you grab the smooth purple phallic device, the second loud noise for this evening catches your attention, this one being very real and coming from outside.

Quickly you swap the toy for your 9mm Taurus from the top of the nightstand and bolt to the wall next to the window and peer through the blinds.

Across the street was an open garage, dimly lit, with a huge cloud of black smoke escaping from it.

You spring into action, running down the hall, through the front door, and across the street to the house in question, with your gun pointed towards the ground.

Carefully, you sidestep to one side of the garage as the smoke clears while trying to make out if anyone is inside or what caused the assumed explosion.

“Police! Is anyone in here? Is anyone hurt?” you shout hoping, you're not about to walk into a meth lab. Paperwork is the last thing you want to do at this hour.

“S-Shit Morty! Be cool, be co-urg-ol Morty. Someone called the f-fucking cops already!”

“Aw geez Rick, I’m freaking out!”

Hearing the little amount of conversation exchanged, you decide to plunge into the garage, gun drawn, unsure of what to expect but definitely not prepared for what you found.

“Police! No one move! Wha-What’s....going…” you trail off as you take in the whole scene before you.

There was what looked to be blood splatter on one side of the garage and directly across on the other side were two people, a man and a teenaged boy, each with what you’d swear to be dead bodies at their feet.

Seconds go by and as more smoke clears, you notice the bodies look exactly like the man and boy except bloody and mangled.

Suddenly you felt the ache and familiar warmth swelling deep in your core.

Either you were still dreaming or the man you just dreamt about was standing before you. His unforgettable blue hair grabbing your attention first before your eyes traveled over the rest of his tall body. He was wearing the same white lab coat but over a blue shirt, a softer expression, and what appeared some kind of glowing device in one of his hands.

He cleared his throat before speaking, “So uh, I don’t know what is more awkward. You thinking these bodies are real or the fact you ran over here h-half naked….O-Officer. Not very professional of y-you.”

He had a certain confidence about him. Either he didn't think I was actually a cop, or he really didn't care. Either way, he almost seemed slightly annoyed I was here, despite the scene of the garage.

The man then shifted uncomfortably, presumably trying to adjust what looked to now be the beginning of a trapped erection in his pants as you registered the words he just spoke.

Wait, N-Naked?

With both hands still firmly on the firearm, you look down to examine that you did indeed bolt out of the house in nothing but a thin tank top and panties.

Fucking shit!

You pray the darkness works in your favor to hide the damp fabric and address the man and boy, who is now shielding his eyes from you.

“I heard an explosion and responded! Is uh...everyone alright? Identify yourselves!�� you state, now fixated on the erection.

“Y-Yes Officer, we are fine...just...just uh, t-testing out our haunted house props for Halloween. I’m Rick Sanchez and this is my grandson, Morty.” He gestures to the small teenage boy who shyly waves a free hand while still averting his eyes.

Trying your hardest to keep a straight face, a small gust of wind enters the garage removing the remaining smoke ghosting across your now clearly visibly taught nipples along the way.

Of course noticing, Rick spoke again.

“Sorry for the noise. We will wrap up it up for tonight. Right Morty?”

“Y-Yeah. S-s-s-so s-sorry Ma’am, I mean Officer!”

Feeling ridiculously embarrassed and knowing the possibility of those bodies being real was highly unlikely, given the fact they looked identical to Rick and Morty, you quickly reply that you will formally follow up in the morning Then you immediately high tail it back to your house, barefoot and all.

A03 is C_r547

#rick and morty #evil rick #oc #dreamverse #i hope this doesnt suck #sanchez babes

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