#one chance Molly please I beg

[messrmoonyy]

Molly O’shea | Shady Belle

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PLEASE BE CAREFUL

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you realise how much you love George when he loses his ear Warnings: mention of blood

you looked at him carefully as he talked to his mum, telling her that he will be ok

you knew it was a dangerous task, and you begged to go with them, but he told you no. that he didn't want you to get hurt.

you had told him not to go multiple times, but he had said he had to, that he couldn't not do it.

"hey" he said, snapping you out of your thoughts

"hi" you mumbled

"I'll be ok. I promise" he smiled

"you can't promise something like that, George" you shook your head. you had talked to everyone else because you didn't want to say goodbye to him, because you didn't want to know that it might be the last goodbye

"yeah, but I wouldn't lie to my best friend" he raised his eyebrow, Best friend.

that's what you two were, best friends since your first year at Hogwarts.

"we have to go" Mad eye grumbled

"see you when I get back" he sighed, pulling you into a hug

"please be careful, George" you muttered, holding him tightly

he let go and smiled at you before leaving the burrow, going to private drive to Harry

"alright, how about we make some supper for when they return. hm?" Molly takes a deep breath, looking at you and Ginny who stood by the door

her hands were on her hips and she frowned

Ginny shrugged and went to help her mum, leaving you at the door, wishing you went with them

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you put the tray in the oven and take off the mittens before you heard a crash outside the burrow

you, Molly and Ginny rushed outside and saw Hagrid and Harry, drenched.

"harry, Hagrid!" molly yelled out "what happened?"

"where are the others?" she asked

"is no one else back?" Harry raised his eyebrows

"they were onto us right from the start, Molly. we didn't stand a chance" Hagrid spoke disappointedly

"well, thank goodness you two are alright" Molly nodded

"the death eaters were waiting for us, it was an ambush" Hagrid informed you and Molly as Ginny went to harry

you went inside and talked to Molly as you heard rushing to the door.

you turned around as saw Lupin and Harry helping what looked like an unconscious George to the couch

"Georgie" you muttered out as you watched them lay him down on the couch

you rushed around the couch and went down to your knees in front of him. ignoring Lupin interrogate Harry

his eyes were closed and he looked tired

the whole side of his face was covered in blood as the red liquid ran down his neck. his hair was a mess and shoulder of his jacket was stained red.

you went to hold his hand but noticed it was covered in blood as well

"oh George" you whispered

you almost felt like crying, you couldn't imagine the pain he's going through, and you couldn't but imagine if it wasn't just his ear.

you didn't care about the blood and held his hand anyway.

what if you had lost him, not just his ear, but what if he hadn't returned and had died.

you were worried sick the entire time there were out and now that he had returned, you felt even more sick.

"you said you would be careful" you murmured, staring at his sleeping state

"it's not like I planned this" he replied quietly, his voice slightly breaking

you looked at his ear and almost threw up at the sight

"George, I told you to stay here, I sai-" you started

"I had to" he cut you off softly

you stroked his hair and shook your head, even though he couldn't see you

you leaned in kissed his forehead as you lightly sobbed

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you laid in your bed in the burrow, in Ginny's room.

Ginny slept heavily as you twisted and turned.

you had slept for like ten minutes before waking up from a bad dream.

a bad dream where George didn't just lose his ear, where Lupin had showed up to the burrow alone, breaking the news to Molly, to you and to Ginny.

you woke up in your own tears as you worried about George, what if he was still in pain? what if he was bleeding out through his bandage in his bed, what if you had imagined he came home and he actually did die.

you started panicking as you sat up.

you didn't want to lose him, he was one of the most important people in your life, and you loved him.

and this situation really made you realise that you didn't only love him as a friend, but more, that you wanted to hold his hand, that you wanted to kiss him and take care of him. it made you realise that you never wanted to leave his side again.

that it would kill you inside if he was to die.

you took the covers off yourself and got out of the bed.

you quietly walked out of the room and made your way to George's room.

you opened the door and crept inside, closing the door behind you

the light snores of the two twins filled your ears.

you walked up to George's bed and saw his sleeping with a frown, his ear bandaged up.

he was cleaned up after he had a long bath to ease his nerves and pain. his neck wasn't bloody and his clothes were clean and fresh.

you didn't want to be creepy, but you needed him in that moment, you craved to be near him, to know that he was still here

you lifted up the covers and slipped into his bed and cuddled up next to him.

he moved around and groaned

"love? what are doing? he asked you huskily

"making sure your ok" you muttered

"can you repeat that? I can't exactly hear through that ear anymore, love" he replied

you choked back a sob as you tried talking to him

you ended up just staring at him in the darkness, nuzzled in his warmth

"love?"

"I love you" you admitted "I know you don't love me too, but I didn't want to lose you and it could ki-"

"are you kidding? of course I love you, I can lose everything, but not you, oh merlin, I would rather die than lose you, that's why I didn't want you going" he confessed

"George, I didn't want you going, and look what happened" you motioned towards his ear

he pulled you closer to him and leaned his head away to not irritate his hole.

"it's only one ear, at least I can still hear your beautiful voice" he smiled lazily

"it's better than losing an eye, or an arm, or leg, or anything else" he shrugged

"yeah but you're still hurt. it still hurts, doesn't it?" you questioned

"it's numb, all I can hear out of it is a constant ringing sound, it took me ages to fall asleep because of it" he replied

"sorry" you apologised

"huh?"

"I said sorry" you repeated so he could hear

"it's ok, you make it better" he yawned

you stayed in silent for a moment before he whispered again

"do you still think I'm handsome?"

you laughed quietly at his words as you shook your head

"the most handsome guy I've ever met" you beamed

"more than Fred?" he raised his eye brows

"way more" you nodded

you felt him place a delicate kiss on your forehead and you closed your eyes

"I love you, George" you sighed, hearing his heartbeat as you rested your head on his chest

"hm" he hummed "I love you more, Love"

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[mandoalorian]

delicate

Pairing: High honour Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

Summary: When Arthur and the gang are out in Valentine, you can’t help but notice that he left his journal by his bedside, unattended. You’re aware that Arthur is never careless enough to leave something so valuable to him in camp and see you see it as an opportunity. Upon reading his journal, you discover something that changes everything…

Word count: 2,000

Author’s note: My first Arthur fic! It’s been a long time coming. This is also cross-posted on my AO3. I do not consent to my fics being posted anywhere else, or translated without permission. If you enjoyed this fic please reblog as it helps increase support!<3

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You saw it as an opportunity.

Arthur, John, Micah, Javier and Sadie were out in Valentine, following Dutch’s well-convoluted plan to rob the local bank. They’d been gone for three hours already and with Micah part of the team, you dreaded to think how they were getting on. Dutch and Hosea had gone to scout out a manor northwest of Lemoyne, in Scarlet Meadows. Hosea was following a lead he’d heard from a guy at Emerald Ranch – that apparently, a well-off family were residing over there. An excellent opportunity for a cash grab, Dutch was also sure. Lately, any possibility of getting money, Dutch got excited over. You didn’t understand why because the ledger appeared more filled out than ever. Perhaps it was merely nothing more than a sin of greed, although you were in no position to question it. 

Mary-Beth, Tilly and Karen were doing laundry as Miss Grimshaw supervised, and Miss Molly O’Shea was napping in Dutch’s cot. She’d been sleeping a lot recently, you’d noticed. Uncle was nowhere in sight, probably sleeping or drunk or getting himself killed by Raiders. And Abigail was with Jack, nursing him back to health as influenza he’d developed after your time in Colter hadn’t yet subsided. The camp was empty. Not a soul in sight.

There was a small crate in the corner of his tent and organised neatly atop was a framed photo of his mother Beatrice, a small vase of flowers that were native to New Hanover, and a beat-up leather journal that he kept close to his bedside. Arthur was so protective of his journal, you’d often tease him for it. Sometimes, you’d admire him from afar. After a hard day, he’d often sit by the lake, slumped against a tree, jotting down his thoughts or filling the pages with doodles of his ventures. 

And this time it was calling out to you.

You wondered why he hadn’t taken it with him. Had he really just ‘left’ it at camp? Forgot to put it in his satchel before he left this morning? You were hyper-aware that you’d more than likely never get this chance again. The curiosity was begging to be explored and you took one final glance around camp before slowly inching towards the crate by his bedside. Arthur’s tent was really just a canopy and once you were under you felt a pang of guilt in his heart. You shouldn’t be snooping around his business like this. He had done nothing to warrant you doing that.

It wasn’t malicious. It was harmless. Just a little peek…

You sat on the edge of Arthur’s cot and picked up the journal, feeling the worn leather between your fingers. Undoing the clasp, you pulled it open midway and were greeted with an illustration of a girl. It was the back of her, so there was no way of making out her face, but as you took a closer look at the pattern on her ranch boots, you couldn’t help but recognise the embroidered swirls and shapes. They were your ranch boots, and Arthur’s illustration was a depiction of you. It was dated noon, 5th July 1899, just a few weeks ago. It appeared to be a drawing from observation, and you were pictured helping Pearson put away an assortment of canned goods. 

It took a moment for it to dawn on you. He’d drawn you.

Now you were invested. You turned to the next page to see a verse of words:

‘Sometimes I wonder when she sleeps

Is she ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into her eyes

I pretend she’s mine all the damn time’

To the left of the words was another illustration of you but this one had a lot more detail. A delicate flower was placed in your hair and this time, you could see your face. You could see the shape of your nose and the creases in the corner of your eyes when you smiled. It had never been so clear. Your gaze flicked back towards the words as you reread them over and over again. Could they have really been about you?

Surely not. Arthur had never done anything to suggest that he’d had these feelings for you. As far as you were aware, he was still hung up on Miss Mary Linton. You’d never met her before. You’d only heard tales from Hosea, how Arthur was sweet on her and she broke his heart to the point he didn’t want to leave camp for days. You couldn’t imagine Arthur that way. You supposed that since then, he had changed, and maybe since meeting you, he’d changed again.

On the outside, Arthur was rough. His skin was sun kissed and his clothes were old, his boots were muddy and he could go months without shaving. You’d heard stories of his questionable temperance but with you, he was patient and soft and gentle. You’d seen him be kind around little Jack too, and that relationship spoke volumes since John was mostly absent from his son’s life. Arthur was a good influence on Jack. Hell, you could argue he was the best influence around camp in general. Although he was often gloomy and he would, on occasion, pick fights with Micah or Bill, you saw through that. He had a good heart, wether he believed it, that didn’t matter.

A loud cough interrupted your thoughts. You froze, and it was like you could feel time moving. Arthur’s journal was still in your hands and you could feel the eyes of a cowboy bore into your back. You hoped and prayed it was anyone but Arthur. At least then you’d be able to potentially mangle yourself out of the fact you went behind your friend’s back. You wanted to put the journal down, hell, you needed to, but it was like your feet were glued to the ground and your hands were locked in place.

“What you doing snooping through my stuff, girl?” 

Oh, it was Arthur. You winced under his question and took a deep breath. You carefully placed the journal back on his bedside, just as it was before you took it. Perfect. Like it hadn’t moved an inch. Not that it mattered anymore…

“Well?”

Fuck. You cursed under your breath. Say something. Anything.

“Arthur-I’m-so-sorry-I-don’t-know-what-I-was-thinking-I-just-saw-it-there-and-you-always-got-your-head-down-in-it-and-never-show-anyone-and-I-was-just-curious-and-I-know-it-was-wrong-but-I-just-“

“Now, why you talkin’ like that? Like I’m holdin’ you up at gunpoint? Turn around and look at me.” He cut you off, his question was rhetorical and his voice stern.

You immediately obliged and spun around on your heel. Your stomach was in knots. You wish you had never looked. Never betrayed him like this. Arthur’s eyes were a piercing blue like you’d never noticed, and his lips were curled into a frown. But still, he remained stoic. It’s like he was trying to appear unbothered, but you could see right through him.

“You know now why I let nobody look in here?” Arthur muttered, leaning over you and snatching the journal from his bedside.

You nodded apologetically and watched as he stuffed the journal into his satchel.

“I’ll be on my way now.” Arthur tipped his hat to you before turning around. He paused and when he was looking away he muttered, “’Am sorry if… you thought it was weird, miss…” 

Your mouth felt dry as you watched him walk away.

Weird? He was worried that you thought it was weird.

You chased after him and caught up pretty quickly, placing the palm of your hand flat against the broadness of his back. “Arthur, what you wrote in there was the sweetest thing… not weird at all, I promise.”

Arthur stopped and looked down at you, still frowning. 

“I just had no idea you felt that way,” You continued, shaking your head. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I overstepped your boundaries and we can just forget about it if that’s what you want…”

To clarify, forgetting about it was the last thing you wanted to do, but alas, this wasn’t about you anymore. You would do anything for Arthur’s forgiveness and if that meant pretending like today never happened, then so be it.

“Forget?” Arthur whispered. “You really expect me to forget about this?”

You pursed your lips together, holding back a sigh. “I don’t think you should. I know I’d struggle to forget what I saw in there… but also, I don’t want to forget. I… I’ve been sweet on you since the moment I met you, Arthur. Tilly and Mary-Beth would always tease me for it. Abigail knew too, but she said you’d never be interested in pursuing someone in camp. Hosea made it seem like you were still hung up on Miss Linton, and so I never said anything. Oh Arthur, you’ve always been so kind to me. So gentle and soft, you’re different to the others…” You placed a hand on his bicep and Arthur practically softened into your touch.

“I’m a bad man,” Arthur shook his head gruffly. “I’ve done bad things.”

“Haven’t we all?” you snapped back, exasperated. “I may just do the chores around camp but you forget my history, Mr Morgan. All of us are Van Der Linde’s and we are not good people. Hell, I struggle to even tell the difference between good and bad anymore. But when I’m with you, I feel good. Really good. I feel safe and protected and God, Arthur. When I saw you felt the same way… that you think about me in the same way…”

Arthur cut you off with a kiss. His lips were soft and plump and contrasted with the roughness of his stubble and quick-growing moustache. You let out a small gasp when his lips crashed atop yours but quickly melted into it, bringing your hands up to his head and running your fingers through his dark blonde hair. His tongue tasted like fresh mint and other herbs you couldn’t quite recognise, and you had never been closer to his musky familiar scent. Arthur’s big arms wrapped around your body and he held you tight against him. When he finally pulled away, he nudged his nose against yours and lingered for a moment, staring into your eyes.

“Forgive me for saying miss, but if it wasn’t already clear, I think I’m in love with you.”

The revelation made you giddy, your heart racing in your chest with the thrill of it all. You couldn’t believe it. Abigail…. Hosea…. They were all wrong. Arthur actually felt the same as you.

“I’m in love with you too,” you squeaked, tears filling your eyes as Arthur enveloped you in a hug.

When you finally pulled away from him, it was only to ask him another important question.

“Do you forgive me for what I did, Arthur?” you asked him sadly. Arthur could see the guilt; it was written all over your face.

“If you didn’t do that, none of this would have ever happened,” Arthur smiled, pressing his index finger to your chin and picking your face up so you were looking at him in the eyes. He was smiling. He was okay…

“I s’pose that’s true,” you shrugged. “I’m still sorry, and it won’t happen again.”

“I believe you,” Arthur said, lacing his fingers with yours. “Now let’s go grab some of Pearson’s broth and we can take it to the lake. I think we have a lot to talk about…”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up. You and Arthur walked side by side to the campfire and the entire way you felt yourself bubbling with anticipation over what was to come next.

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[dreamingofmarauders]

𝐖𝐡𝐲?

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

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Summary: In which James gets to see your other side.

Warnings: Mentions of injury/death, crying, fluff (maybe…?)

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James had woken up a few hours later, finding you still asleep. His stomach grumbled and he decided to get food for himself and you, for when you would wake.

He found the food prepared by Molly and headed back in only to find you standing, gazing outside through the window. James quickly set the food down.

“What in the world are you doing up!?”

You turned around and merely stared at him before saying, “Oh crap, how did I end up in hell!? I was supposed to be in heaven! Now you're going to annoy me for eternity.”

James narrowed his eyes, “You are not dead.” He answered before his eyes softened, “Please sit back down, you’re not supposed to be up and running just yet.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine.” You replied but James noticed how you winced with each step you took, as the effects of the wound were still very fresh. You let out a small cry of pain as you dropped back onto the bed as the healing skin stretched painfully.

James immediately began to fuss over you, “Shit, are you alright? Where does it hurt? Should I try to get someone? Or should-“

“Potter, relax.” You interrupted him. “I’m fine.”

He nodded before handing you a plate full of assorted foods.

“Molly threatened me that you better have eaten this before she comes back in the morning to check on you, or she'll have my head.”

A small smile crawled onto your lips, “That would have been an amusing sight, but remind me to thank Molly.”

James pouted but bit back the remark sitting upon his tongue. Instead he voiced the one thought that was haunting him.

“Why?”

You paused, raising an eyebrow in confusion, “Pardon?”

“Why? Why did you take my place? Why did you save me from the spell and took the hit yourself?”

You sighed, setting your plate to the side.

“It was better me than you.” You answered, staring off into the distance as your mind traveled elsewhere. “You have family and friends that would be devastated if anything happened to you. And me,” You let out a cold laugh, “My family would celebrate my death, plus I guess so I would deserve it.” You voice cracked near the end.

“No you don’t.” James immediately said, kneeling in front of you. “Why would you think that?”

Your eyes glossed over, “I had vowed to protect someone I considered a younger brother, a-and I left him there in that cruel world.”

“Who?” James questioned.

“Regulus.”

“Regulus?” James asked in confusion, “As in Sirius’ younger brother, Regulus?”

You nodded in confirmation. “I took him under my wing at Hogwarts and although he had a hard way of expressing it, I know he loved me a lot too. He was broken after Sirius ran away from home, and I know it must have hurt even more when I decided to escape that dark world. I tried to take him with me, begged him, but unfortunately a small part of him was influenced by his parents. Plus, he was too scared to go against his parents.” You explained, eyes welling up. “I left him there when I shouldn’t have, and perhaps all of this,” You gestured towards your injured body, “Is just the consequences of my actions.”

James was reeling in with shock. Sure he had seen you and Regulus a few times together at Hogwarts, but he never realized you were capable of loving someone this deeply and loyally, and that you both shared such a huge bond. James had always been at the receiving end of hate. You would laugh at him, mock him, poke fun at him, tease him, give him glares, sneers and what not, but apparently that was just for him, and Sirius too.

He had never gotten the chance to witness this soft, loving and caring side to you.

It suddenly came crashing down hard on James. Remus and Lily were right about you. James truly had been wrong about you this entire time.

Your sniffles brought him back and he cupped your face, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

“Y/n, listen, you are not at fault here. I’ll tell you what I told Sirius when he was in a similar state. You had given Regulus the option, the opportunity to start a fresh life. It was his choice to stay behind, no matter how hard you tried. You can’t blame yourself, because you are not at fault at all.” James said, reassuringly. It seemed to somewhat work but you began to hiccup instead and James mentally slapped himself.

“I just wish he had listened and come along. It scares me for what he has to do out there, and I have no idea if he’s safe or not.” You said, shaking your head slightly. “I hate the world, why can’t everyone just be kind and happy? Causing wars and violence does nothing but destroy lives.” You rambled, clearly upset about everything.

James nodded but began to panic when more tears welled up in your eyes, "Please, please, stop crying. You literally have no energy and this is not good for you, please, please stop!" He rambled.

You slowly began to calm down, feeling even more tired and exhausted, with your head throbbing even more. Afterwards, James urged you to eat some more before you were to sleep again. You shot him a tired yet amused smile.

"What?" He asked, feeling self conscious all of a sudden.

"You hate me, remember?"

James suddenly flushed a deep red, mumbling something incoherent.

"What was that?" You asked teasingly.

"I don't hate you."

You arched an eyebrow, "Really? Well you had an odd way of showing it."

He went even more red, if that was possible. "I just- I'm sorry, ok!?"

You smiled gently, "Just because of what happened earlier, doesn't mean you're obligated or owe me something, you know?"

James stuttered, "Why did you behave cold towards me at Hogwarts?" He asked out of the blue, making you narrow your eyes at him.

"Because you made me a target in one of your pranks against Slytherin."

James frowned. Sure he had tried to target you a few times throughout Hogwarts but you had always managed to evade them. Somehow.

"Yeah, obviously you don't remember." You said, your tone tinged with bitterness.

It was your fourth year at Hogwarts, nearing the end as summer break approached. You were already running late for your next class and as you rounded a corner, a huge explosion happened, throwing you against the wall. You cursed and made a move to get to your class but found you were stuck to the wall. You used all your strength but ended up only hitting your head hard on the wall.

"Shit!"

You yelped as something wet and gooey poured onto your head, covering you from head to toe with it.

"Ew, what is this?"

However, before you could get an answer for that, another explosion happened and a huge swamp appeared, going up to your chest. To top it all off, fireworks erupted in the corridor, which finally attracted a crowd as students of nearby classes rushed out.

Two boys led the crowd, their faces looking eager. Although their smiles slightly diminished the moment their eyes landed on you.

"Aw, damn, this is just one snake! The trap was for a bunch of snakes, not just one pathetic Slytherin!" Sirius exclaimed, pointing a finger accusingly in your direction.

James snorted, "But still! Look at her! Such a loser!" The whole crowd laughed. Tears burned your eyes as the laughter echoed off the walls, people pointing and snickering at you. You looked down, embarrassment flooding your whole being. You didn't realize when Professor McGonagall pushed her way through the crowd, nor were you aware of when the swamp vanished or when you were free from the wall. However, tears began to cascade down your face as a sob made its way out of your mouth, when your face broke into hives.

You heard the corridor erupt into shrieks of laughs, all related to your current state. You managed a look up and saw the two boys behind this fiasco, practically rolling around on the ground as they chuckled. You felt hatred for them both. How could they be so cruel? You spun on your heel as the crowd parted for you as you ran and ran until you entered the Slytherin common room. You could see Madam Pomfrey for the reaction to your face after, you just wanted to be alone.

Regulus, who had returned from his class some seconds before you, looked up from his place by the couch, his eyes going wide noticing your state. He stood up and grabbed you by the arm to stop you.

"What happened?" He asked in concern.

"Those stupid boys! I hate them! I hate Potter and Black, they're just plain cruel!"

Regulus' face dawned with realization as a fire burned in his eyes. How dare they hurt you like that?

You shrugged off his hold and ran upstairs to your dormitory, to let out all the pent up emotions. Meanwhile, Regulus' face hardened as he watched you go. He walked out of the common room with determination. No way was someone going to hurt his sister and get away with it.

"And then Regulus hexed us, and kept doing so until Minnie stepped in." James said, completing the story for you instead as the memory came rushing back to him.

"Yeah. The humiliation was horrible and over the summer, I decided to hold a grudge against you two, so began the good ol' rivalry. Later on, as you boys began to change your ways, I felt myself softened but the constant back and forth poking sort of just became our thing." You finished saying, shrugging your shoulders.

"And Remus?"

"What about him?"

"How come you were on good terms with him?"

"Because he was not in on that prank because it was orchestrated by you and your idiotic twin. He felt bad and came to visit me in the Hospital Wing the following day and I appreciated that he was apologizing on behalf of his friends. We became close after that. Oh also," You said, a smirk making its way onto your face, "I only managed to avoid all your pranks meant for me because Remus would tell me beforehand."

A scowl crossed James' face, "That traitor!" However, his expression softened when he heard a chuckle leave your lips.

"Leave poor Remus alone. You lot gave him loads of trouble at school as it was, no need for more."

James grinned mischievously at that before his expression faded into a guilty one.

"I am truly sorry for everything." He sincerely apologized.

You shot him a grateful smile, "Thank you."

James rubbed the back of his neck nervously before extending a hand out. "You want to start over?" He offered.

You looked at him and then his hand. This was an opportunity for the pair of you to forget old enmity and begin afresh. You smiled, clasping his hand.

"Hi, I'm Y/n L/n."

James' shoulders slumped with relief.

He flashed her a bright smile. "Hello, I'm James Potter."

You giggled, "Pleasure to meet you stranger."

"Same here, stranger." He answered, earning another giggle from you, making his heart warm up.

You two had a long way to go but this new opportunity for a better start was something you both would later on be very thankful for.

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A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you liked this chapter and see you in the next one! Take care! <33

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[dreamcubed]

end game | fred weasley x reader

song; end game [taylor swift, ed sheeran, future] pairing; fred weasley x prankster!gender neutral!reader genre; established relationship, angst with a happy ending, fluff word count; 1,8k timeline; battle of hogwarts (feat. a lot of flashbacks) warnings; graphic violence, swearing, severe injuries (not descriptive), near death experience summary; all the times you and fred joked around in ways that reflected your prankster reputations, and the one time you had to be serious

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"you and me, we got big reputations."

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"Where's Fred?" you yelled, the sounds of crumbling walls surrounding you.

"I don't know!" George screamed back, sending a shot of red light towards a death eater, "I haven't seen him!"

"Oh, fuck," you mumbled, running off through a barely intact archway with your wand in hand and ready.

You had to find him.

***

"Alright, why is my hair purple?" Fred asked, looking between you and George incredulously.

You shrugged, "I don't know how that could possibly have happened."

George struggled to hold in his laughter as Fred stared you down - although, he wasn't very threatening as he was struggling to suppress a smile (much like his brother).

"Love, what did you do?"

"Nothing," you said, your face stretched into a grin, "I'm completely innocent."

"Why don't I believe you, hm?" he said, stepping closer to you and leaning down so your faces were centimetres apart.

You shrugged, "I genuinely don't know. Why would I do such a thing to you?"

"Good question. You're supposed to love me."

"I do love you. I'd never ruin your ginger hair for two weeks."

His face fell, "Two weeks? I'm stuck like this for two weeks?!"

George stopped trying to hold in his laughter and quickly collapsed to the floor in fits, you following suit.

"Godric, I hate you both."

"No, you don't," you forced out breathlessly between laughs.

***

You ran past Molly and Ginny Weasley, but didn't have a chance to ask if they knew where Fred was. They were so busy in battle it would have been dangerous to distract them.

You would just have to seek him out alone.

Where was he?

***

"Looks like we have the house to ourselves, my love," Fred said, stepping into the living room from the kitchen.

You were at the Burrow for Christmas, like you were most years. Molly was always more than happy to invite you to stay at hers instead of your family's or Hogwarts. You couldn't say no to spending your second favourite time of the year with Fred (April Fool's being the ultimate favourite, of course).

"Don't tell me you have dirty thoughts in that head of yours, Weasley."

"For once, no," he said, and his genuine honesty surprised you.

"What are you thinking about, then?"

He moved towards you with a mischievous grin on his face, and just as his hands were near your exposed mid-riff, he whispered, "This."

Quicker than you could react, he picked you up and threw you on the sofa, beginning to tickle you relentlessly causing you to start scream-laughing. It was a good thing no one was there to hear, as the sound was probably concerning.

"Fred!" you gasped out, "Please! Have mercy!"

He paused for a second, "Hm, should I-?"

You cut him off by lurching yourself forward to tickle him as payback: you were never one to miss the opportunity of his hesitance.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" he begged when you continued to tickle him, even though you both knew full well he could have probably overpowered you and stopped you had he wanted to.

You stopped with your actions and collapsed on top of him, still letting out small giggles as you did so.

"Moments like this are my favourite," he said, combing his hand through your hair.

"Shut up, you cheesy cunt."

***

"Fred, you cunt, where are you?" you mumbled, rounding another corner as you felt your lungs begin to burn.

A death eater sent a likely fatal spell your way, and you wordlessly cast a shield before stupefying them. Merlin, they really were trying to make your task harder than it already was.

***

"Stop laughing!"

You clutched your belly, collapsing on to the ground: not even five minutes ago you had been sat securely on the sofa.

"You're not being very supportive right now," he mumbled, which only made you laugh harder.

"I'm- I'm sorry-" you genuinely couldn't stop yourself from cackling - every single time you laid your eyes on the secondhand robes that Molly had provided for the Yule Ball, a new fit of laughter overcame you.

Fred stopped pouting and stretched his lips into a grin. You had known all too well that he had never actually felt embarrassed about the robes: the Weasley twins didn't know the emotion of embarrassment.

"Bet you can't wait to show up to the ball with this fashionable and sexy snack by your side," he struck a pose.

"Oh, I'm melting in anticipation," you said monotonously, only to continue your giggles again afterwards.

"Melting? Where'd you get melting from?"

You shrugged as he approached you, leaning down with his face inches from yours. He stared into your eyes for a few moments.

"I love you, you know that?"

You nodded sheepishly, "I love you too."

"Rare I get that out of you," he flicked your forehead, "Now, come on, we have to make your Yule Ball attire as hideous as mine."

***

Finally, you caught sight of Fred across all the rubble: he was stood alongside Percy, the both of them working together like they never had before. Despite their differences, you had always known they did in fact have that brotherly love for each other.

"Fred!" you yelled out, strategically beginning to make your way over to them.

He hadn't heard you because the various duels around you were making too much noise. He hadn't spotted you either.

***

"Y/N! Please help me!" you heard the whines of Ron from across the Three Broomsticks. You looked in his direction to see that Fred was holding his wand out of reach as a means of brotherly torture.

You left your friend group to wander over to where they were, grinning at George in the process who was laughing.

"What's this about then?" you asked both Fred and Ron, your arms crossed.

"Nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart," your boyfriend beamed, holding up the wand even higher.

"Yes, it is! Stop him!" Ron groaned, "He'll listen to you!"

Fred scoffed, "Who said?"

"Me! I said," the younger brother replied, "You dote on Y/N's every single word."

"Not true."

A smirk had crept on to your face, because you knew that it was very much true. The look on George's face said that even he was sceptical of his twin brother's denying.

Feeling sympathetic towards the situation that the youngest Weasley brother was in, you gave a small chuckle and said, "Give him a rest, babe. He goes through enough as it is."

Fred gave you a half-hearted glare and reluctantly gave Ron his wand back, making the boy turn to you and thank you religiously before rejoining Harry and Hermione at their table in the corner.

"You're ruining my reputation," Fred grumbled, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Mm, like you care."

The grin that his lips stretched into told you that your words rang true, and that you were more important to him than how he was perceived.

"I'm so sick of you two," George groaned.

***

Something didn't feel right.

Why did you feel such all-consuming dread?

***

It was the Weasley twins' grand escape from Hogwarts under the tyrannical reign of Dolores Umbridge, and while you were just as excited as they were, you were also sad because you wanted to finish your NEWTs before joining them at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes - meaning you would miss them both, especially Fred.

You were gathered with everyone gazing out of the large hole in the wall that they had created and you had helped plan for, watching them dart around on their brooms among fireworks.

Just as you thought they were going to leave, Fred swooped down close to where you were and grinned, "I'll miss you, love," he shouted, "You'll marry me, right?"

Shock coursed through your system as he dropped a small velvet box in your hand, the students all around you gasping at the impromptu proposal. You opened it to reveal a gorgeous ring that had to have cost more than anything the Weasleys' had ever owned.

"I'm gonna need an answer quick!" he yelled, "I have to get out of here!"

"Of course I'll marry you, you stupid fuck!"

He grinned at you and with one last shout of "I love you!" zoomed off into the horizon with George.

You stared after them longingly, clutching the box tightly to your chest.

***

A sinking feeling grew in your stomach as you got nearer to Fred and Percy whilst simultaneously surveying your surroundings. The shadowy figure of a death eater was looming close to them, evidently preparing to cast a spell - not directly at the two, it seemed.

You watched in pure horror as the death eater caused on explosion on a nearby piece of castle wall, right where the love of your life was. Your pace increased tenfold as you yelled out your fiancé's name, preparing yourself for what you knew you had to do.

The wall started crumbling and Fred, who was still oblivious due to not having heard you, was directly underneath where it would fall. You lurched yourself forward, throwing your body on to him and knocking you both over into rubble, barely missing the falling debris. The landing had hurt you, but it would have hurt Fred even more as he was the one underneath.

You scrambled up to check his face and make sure he was conscious and breathing.

He was: he was staring at you in shock.

"You- you saved me."

"Well, I wasn't gonna let you die!" you said, finding tears running down your face.

He hugged you tightly, wincing in the process as he was now undoubtedly injured, "Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you so fucking much."

You sobbed, pressing a kiss to his lips for the briefest of moments before getting up: you couldn't leave Percy to cover for the two of you any longer.

Fred was alive, thank Merlin, and he remained that way throughout the rest of the Battle of Hogwarts.

"We're having our wedding as soon as possible," he murmured as you were helping treat the badly injured in the aftermath, "I can't waste anymore time."

"Fred-"

"I can't believe I nearly left you alone," he was crying, you could see that, "You and Georgie."

"Please, Fred, let's not think about that," you said, grabbing his arm, "There's no use making ourselves upset about what could've happened when it didn't happen."

He sniffed, "You're right," he then gave a small chuckle, "You always are."

You gave a tiny smile.

"It's one of the reasons why I love you so much."

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written; 13/11/2022 —> 11/12/2022 published; 11/12/2022 edited; —/—/——

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#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fic #fred weasley x y/n #george weasley #weasley twins #angst #angst with a happy ending #fluff #harry potter #harry potter fic #harry potter oneshot #hp #hp fic #hp oneshot #battle of hogwarts

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crimson rivers thoughts (9)

@tastetherainbow290 long (ish) one today

chapter 17

author says they’re excited for this chapter… should i be scared

yeah. i’m scared.

SYBILL!!!!!! AND LILY!!!!!!!! AHHHH

dumbledore mention

omg i love sybill and lily

im obsessed with lily actually

are they like district 13 or like what is this. is dumbledore president coin

poppy!!!! ok i am liking this chapter a lot

remus sacrificed himself for lily ❤️‍🩹

oh. lily thinks remus is dead. and remus thinks lily is dead?! remu and lily reunion when

i gasped

sirius pov ok

frank mention!!

evan 💔

james and reg ☹️ ugh i just feel so bad for everyone

dorcas!!!!

molly!!! 

rip fab and gid 💔

oh no molly doesn’t know

dorcas what are you doing you have to tell her

ok she’s telling her but did molly have to strangle her 😭

order mention!!

sirius pov

pandora my love <3

james talking to sirius omg i’m going to cry

regulus jump scare

“I’m just saying, maybe you'd appreciate it if I put them down yours instead” JAMES

wolfstar eeeeee

me trying to contain my happiness bc i’m in a silent classroom

oh no now it’s getting sad

oh yeah. i forgot remus has to stay here.

AHHHH FINALLY they’re kissing

WHY IS THE FIRE ALARM GOING OFF RIGHT NOW READ THE ROOM NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR A FIRE DRILL

“if you like you could do it again” smooth, sirius.

and they’re doing it again

“is it too soon to be sure i love you” i have goosebumps rn

ok this was a good chapter

chapter 18

remus pov!!

mary mention!!!! i hope we see her in this i love mary so much

SIRIUS LICKED JAMES 😭😭 yeah he would.

eeeee they’re kissing again

remus being sirius’ first lover 😯

and they’re kissing again

PANDORA NO 😭

ugh i love her so much

james pov again!!! this means the game which means sadness but JEGULUS

“Oh, look at that convenient cave over there,” yeah james that’ll work

unrelated but my neck hurts really bad rn

james only surviving for regulus ugh. i love them. 

james being a hopeless romantic

“if you tell me what the mitochondria is, I'm not sure I'll be able to restrain myself” BAHA JAMES

regulus writing about james in his journals he is so me

he burned them?! he really is just like me. 

james being regulus’ first crush ahhhhh

“you made me feel” AHHHHHHH

not regulus almost killing peter and then just LEAVING

reg pov!!

regulus being…. silly

hmmm maybe these thoughts you’re having about james mean something? did you ever consider that?

not regulus thinking james ABANDONED him sweetie no james would NEVER

chapter 19

JAMES!!!

did i just predict that

regulus you do trust james don’t lie

ugh

"I'll kill them if they try it. I'll kill them all before they ever got a chance to lay a hand on you." REGGIEEEEE AHHHHH

vanity!!!

yeah. how are the rest of them gonna die. like. aghhhh i cant think about this now

“at least no one is calling him lover boy” nooo don’t think about evan

ant juice 😭 poor vanity

oh no the fires. this is just like what happened to rue.

oh no. they’re all going to die. ahhhhhh

peter is doing it 💔

LITTLE LOVE BLANKET IM CRYING

vanity is so cute im not ready to lose her

confession time (5) ive had to pee so bad for the last like 2 hours but i’ve just been reading this and i don’t want to get up 

vanity and hodge unexpected duo

vanity is so me rn

her asking james about kissing 😭

james “love isn’t even that great” potter, everyone.

i love that the harry potter lingo is used in this. like hallow, auror, horcrux. it just is so silly

vanity PLEASE do not die. i am literally begging you do not die right now.

vanity naming the hornet 😭

IRENE AND PETER 😭 jump scare but honestly good for her

oh poor james

him blatantly lying about him and reg i just know sirius knows

i live for jealous regulus

irene is an ICON i am not ready to lose her

i feel like vanity is going to try to smuggle vespa and then someone is going to die because of it

regulus calling james the sun. even as a joke im giggling rn 

ahhh kiss kiss kiss

nooo they’re leaving

should i read another chapter??

#crimson rivers

[dent-de-leon]

So many people are so mean to Kingsley and say they hate him simply because he's not Molly and I am fighting them off with a sword. None of you fuckers are true Tealeaf enjoyers. Love my boy or die by my blade; what did he ever do to any of you 😭

Hello! The thing is--I do understand why Kingsley can be upsetting to people, I really do. Especially when we've had Molly for such little time :( And it does make me sad that Kingsley doesn't seem to get the same treatment as the rest of the Nein, or that he's not as loved, so I understand both perspectives.

But honestly to me, a part of the appeal of Kingsley is that...although he's grown and changed, a part of him is still Molly; it's the thought that this shard of a soul was loved enough that it managed to endure, to grow and find its way home.

I love the ending of Lucien's novel, because the thought that Molly felt for Lucien enough to want to reach out to him in the very end, the way they both make peace with each other and decide to be reborn together--it's so heartwarming and cathartic, and it really feels like the final piece to me that King's introduction was missing.

I think, terrifying as the thought is, Kingsley himself is also aware that he's grown from Molly's soul shard (and Lucien).

Kingsley: “Not now, but in the future, I'd like to hear about your friend. Later, once I--once I know me better.”

Yasha: “I would love that.”

Kingsley: “Thank you.”

Yasha: “It's nice to have you back.”

Kingsley: “It's nice to be here.”

Yasha: “You know what I mean.”

Kingsley: “I do.”

The fact that he calls out to Yasha and knows her as Love, remembers the tarot card names he gave to everyone. The moment when Jester casts Greater Restoration, and King is lost in his pretty dream of the circus--"I was having the nicest dream."

And more than that, he keeps asking for Lestera specifically. "There was a--oh. There was a circus. And a...a beautiful woman, in a red coat. She was telling me secrets, showing me how to keep secrets. Show secrets--I...Where's the woman? No, not her...where's the woman--" Molly's heart, the part of him that loved Lestera and Yasha and the rest of the Mighty Nein? It's still there, still feels for all of them. "I get...feelings from you. All of you..." And that to me is such a comfort.

Lastly, I'm still very much struck by the fact that Molly always intended for Mollymauk to be more of a temporary name, one he kept until he was ready to choose another for himself--it feels kind of like Molly was his birth name, and Kingsley is more of a tiefling virtue name. I love the way that King changing his name when he's reborn mirrors Molly's worship of the Moonweaver--and how he incorporated his religion into his tarot cards. There's something nice about how King is still following those tenets of the Mooweaver, even if he doesn't quite realize it. For everything that's changed, there are many intrinsic aspects of Tealeaf that still ring the same.

"Each deck of Moon Oracle cards are different, as each deck evolves with the owner. When a card is weathered or simply no longer speaks to you, replace it with a new card of your own design. Something personal and true. Trust yourself; what is true for you will ring true for others. Some choose to change a card each Lunar cycle. Some decks magically destroy a card when it is replaced with a new one--such decadence!"

One more thing, but--I think that, because we've gotten so little time with King (and haven't really gotten the chance to hear Taliesin really talk about him ;; CR please give us a Kingsley Tealeaf Q and A one day I am begging--) there's so much about him that's open to interpretation or that's left intentionally vague. And the same could be true about Molly's initial soul shard too. "If souls could grow from but a piece..." Even Molly's own goddess is surprised when he's reborn as Kingsley. There's no precedence for this. He's an anomaly, an impossibility...a miracle.

All that just to say, that. I don't think one interpretation of King is inherently better than another, and I'm sure a lot of people aren't happy about my interpretation either. But I understand why King is as decisive a character as he is. He'll always be important to me though--and I'll always see him as being a part of Molly, a shard of a soul that was full of so much love and joy, he got another chance to live again and be reborn. And I'm happy if this little tiefling king is able to bring others the same kind of joy and comfort he brought me.

#it means so so much to me that molly's little soul shard was found again by people who loved him #that he and lucien got another chance to live again and be with the mighty nein. with their family-- #im sorry i know it can be disheartening to be a kingsley fan :( and i also understand why he makes people sad #but he will always still be molly's heart to me. and that gives me so much joy #the fact that the nein got to bring him back again. even if he's changed...that means something to me #im glad he and lucien get another chance #and that they wanted to take it together--very cathartic and healing to me #anyway #man #i am hoping against hope we get another nein oneshot soon and tal is playing king kingsley teaelaf #tell me tal wouldn't come up with the absolute hottest outfit for this infernal plank king--

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stranger things  ● the new girl pt 6  ● g.emerson

warnings

angst / friends to lovers / idiots in love, bullying ( it's gross and I do not support it btw) and confrontations also high school drama and some mean girl shit here, mentions of alcohol/w**d and smoking, eventual filth, jealousy (a former friend of reader), rumors..

<- you/reader are the new girl in hawkins. you/reader are female and have female parts + a certain vibe (rich girl / 80's grunge rocker groupie ) as well as nicknames and a petname. this is a self indulgent baby. let me live lmaooo.

word count

3211 exactly. For missing context, see ( part 5 ). All previous parts are linked on their posts going backwards.

summary

-- you're the new girl in Hawkins. gareth is the boy who has caught your eye. but there are obstacles. can they be overcome?

(( ope. we have a cliffhanger maybe. ))

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“ I saw him going into her house late Friday night. And then they left together Saturday morning. Pretty sure she fucked him because she’s been all about him since she started school here.”

Andy’s watching you and Gareth play fight over something across the parking lot. Gareth has you over his shoulder and he’s spinning you. You’re laughing and it’s loud. And when Molly says it, everything comes to a grinding halt. He turns to look at her. “You think they fucked?”

“Pretty sure of it, actually… I thought you’d.. Wanna know.” Molly’s shuffling her feet. Doing her best to look appealing to the stocky jock. Mirroring the way she’s seen you act around Gareth recently. Because she feels like if it worked for you… Maybe it’ll finally work for her. Maybe Andy will finally see her, standing in front of him. Hoping, praying and dying for a chance to be his girl.

“That all? You can go now, Moo.” Andy gives her an annoyed look and waves his hand away from him dismissively. “Go on. Go back to your little losers club.. Oh wait..” he feigns just a seconds worth of a sympathetic cringe, “They turned on you.”

“She caused it. I.. Andy, please?” she’s giving him a begging look and it’s one he finds pathetic. He chuckles. “You really want me, huh?”

“Yes.”

Andy steps closer. Staring down at the shorter girl. “I wouldn’t be with you if you were the last girl on Earth and I didn’t have a choice. You’re gross. Get lost.”

Molly’s shoulder slumps and the tears are stinging in her eyes. And as she rushes away somewhere, probably to cry, Andy turns his attention to you again. “She’d sleep with that, hm? She won’t want him anymore if I show her what a little bitch he is.”

Meanwhile, you’re trying to keep your bag of Doritos away from Gareth. And it was working, but then out of nowhere, he hauls you over his shoulder, in a show of strength that surprises you and turns you on, leaving you wet in seconds. Your breath hangs in your throat and Doritos fly from the open bag, scattering on the gravel. “You made me spill ‘em, Gareth.” you’re pouting as you try to look over his shoulder at him. Gareth is chuckling quietly. Face all red because he normally isn’t like this. But spending the weekend with you established these little… habits. And he knows that it’s Monday, that you’re at school now and maybe you don’t want him to keep at it with the playful way he started treating you, but he just can’t stop himself.

His fingers squeeze at your thighs and he bites back a groan. “You’re the one not sharin ‘em, bunny. You know I like Doritos. C’mon, just give me a few..”

“Fiiiiiine.” the word leaves your mouth in a whimper instead of normally and you want to melt right into the ground when it does. You slide down his body and hold out the bag to him, pretending to pout. “You know you probably left a handprint on my ass.”

Gareth nearly chokes on the chips he’s just reached into the bag to take because out of context.. His face burns even hotter. You step up into him and before you even stop to think that this is school and he might not want you doing it, you slip your arms into the warmth of the jacket he’s wearing over his plaid vest and Hellfire tshirt and you rest your forehead against his collarbone. Gareth’s breath hangs in his throat. And it’s about this time that Eddie, Jeff and Ethan finally see fit to arrive at school.

“It’s so chilly.” you pout up at Gareth when you’re finally not blushing too hard to look him in the eyes. “I didn’t wanna come today, y’know. We could’ve just blown it off and gone to my house.”

“Bunny, you gotta come. It’s school.”

“Unfortunately.” you’re still pouting and Gareth laughs, shaking his head. Eddie meets his gaze over your bent head and he’s rubbing his chin, amusement playing at doe eyes. “You two are cozy.”

“He’s warm. I’m not lettin go.” you answer without glancing back, your voice muffled by the front of Gareth’s plaid vest. Eddie snickers quietly. Looks at Gareth and mouths the question, “Are you really sure you want to die on the hill that she doesn’t like you, Emerson?” as he nods to you and the way you have your face resting against the side of his neck. Gareth gives Eddie a warning look and slips a handful of chips out of your bag, munching on them.

Jeff’s trying so hard to resist the urge to double over laughing because he has… Never seen Gareth this flustered. Nor has he ever seen Gareth attempt flirting in any way,shape or form except the rare stolen glance at his various hallway crushes over the years past. He clears his throat. “Are we interrupting something, man?”

Gareth flips Jeff off, gives him a warning look because he doesn’t want any of this to come to an abrupt end. You grumble about him constantly moving just when you get comfortable again and he laughs. “I told you to go to sleep before midnight.”

“You did.” you pout a little. “But I didn’t wanna.”

Gareth laughs, shaking his head. “Dunno what I’m gonna do with you, bunny.”

You shrug. You almost let it slip that you can think of more than a few things he could do with you but you manage to keep the thought safely in your head.

“What the fuck is he doing, staring over here?” you’ve lifted your head and caught Andy staring at the way you’re melted into Gareth to stay warm in the early morning chill. You scowl, stick out your tongue and raise your middle finger. “Take a picture, dipshit. It’ll last longer.”

But then you realize that it’s not just Andy staring. Because now Molly’s new little friends are all looking right at the two of you. And she gives you this hurt and angry look and you roll your eyes.

–

“She’s a slut, I’m telling you. When she’s done with Gareth, she’ll sleep with your boyfriends too. That’s totally why she moved here in the first place. I mean, she said it was just because she had to, but it was because everyone at her old school hated her.” Molly’s telling Anna, one of the popular girls who’s actually nice to her on occasion.

And it’s not true and Molly knows what she’s saying isn’t true.. But she doesn’t care. She’s just that jealous. That tired of everybody else getting everything she wants. Tired of being a target for endless teasing, everything from her weight to her sister dropping out at 16 because she got pregnant. 

“Did she say she wanted to sleep with Chance?”

“She’s not gonna announce it, Anna, be smart.” Molly rolls her eyes. “She’ll just do it.”

Anna’s watching the two of you across the parking lot and she wrinkles her nose in disgust. “It’s just.. That’s gross? Who the fuck sleeps with Gareth Emerson, ew?”

“Poor guy is going to be crushed when she gets tired of him and leaves him. How do we know that she didn’t hook up with Andy when she first moved here, get tired of him and now she’s so mean to him..” Molly knows what she’s doing could backfire on her in a big way, but she’s got the attention of two of the three most popular girls in school.

Chrissy rolls her eyes. “How do we know it’s not just Andy being gross though? Because he is and we all know it.” and her gaze lingers on Molly thoughtfully. She’s sort of sensing what Molly is up to, after all, Molly’s exactly the kind of girl who will do anything to get what she wants. Including make up a lie.

,, she did this once already when we were kids.” the thought comes and as Molly’s saying more and more, Chrissy speaks up. “Why do any of us care about any of this again? I mean… if Chance sleeps with her, that’s on him.”

“But I don’t want him to sleep with her before I give it up.”

“If you were going to lose him, Anna..” and Chrissy is not getting a good feeling at all. Because Anna’s the one who always overreacts when she panics and Molly’s using it to her advantage, if she wasn’t sure about it ten minutes ago when Molly started telling them all this for no reason and with little to no context behind it, she’s sure about that now because of the warning glare Molly gives her when she speaks up and attempts to assert a little reason and common sense into the situation.

“I don’t wanna risk it. I’m gonna talk to her.”

Anna starts to walk towards where you stand with Gareth and his friends, as well as the three girls you’re always with.

“___, I need to talk to you.”

You raise a brow but you step away from Gareth, following Anna over to the picnic tables.

“Molly told me about you. If you think I’m gonna let a little  slut like you sleep with my boyfriend… My ticket out of Hawkins at the end of the year.. You’re wrong and stupid.” Anna’s words have you laughing. Until you happen to see that she’s dead serious and then you look over at where Molly’s standing and your stomach sinks.

You know what she’s up to.

You rub the bridge of your nose. “What’d she tell you, Anna?”

Anna tells you exactly what Molly said and your fist clenches. “The hell is her problem?” you shake your head. “I don’t want Chance. Or any of those idiots, okay? Molly told you that to start something. Because she’s pissed. Andy won’t give her a backwards glance unless he’s being insulting or a total dick.”

“So you didn’t sleep with Andy?”

You nearly choke. “Huh?”

“She said that she thinks you slept with Andy when you first moved to Hawkins. But then you got bored and now you’re being mean.”

“Absolutely not. I’d light myself on fire if I had to choose between Andy and death.” you shake your head. Your stomach is churning and with a threat of a repeat of your old school and the bullshit you went through there hanging over your head, you shake your head and laugh bitterly. “I should’ve known not to say anything about the damn rumors.”

“Just leave Chance alone.” “I don’t fucking want him. Are you fucking blind? Do you not see me attempting to be with somebody?”

Anna gapes at you. “You.. you actually want that freak?”

“He’s not a freak. And yes. Yes I do.” you admit, going quiet. “I want him. Like.. I think I might be in love with him.” and you’re feeling worse now because you just have a feeling.. Everything is gonna end up like it was at your old school. And by the time the rumor mill puts in it’s days work, Gareth’s not even going to be able to look at you without being totally disgusted, assuming every wild and crazy thing that gets said is true.

Because that’s how it always goes.

What you don’t realize is that Anna’s not the only one who heard your little confession.. Or any of the other things Anna asked you about. Or your answers.

–

Gareth is frozen, rooted in place. And he’s listening intently, getting angrier and angrier on your behalf with everything Anna seems to be accusing you of. But when she asks you if you really want him, he’s tempted to walk away. Because he feels like he’s better off not knowing the answer, he doesn’t want to hear you laugh.

But he can’t walk away.

When he hears you answer her question, it’s like everything going on around him disappears. His brain is frantically trying to process what he’s just heard you say out of your own mouth. And even hearing you say it doesn’t stop those pesky pessimistic little voices from taunting him that you have to be lying, maybe you don’t want to tell the truth because there’s the risk that he’ll find out.

This could be a long con, after all.

And he could’ve gone on believing it until you tell Anna totally unprompted that you think you might love him.

“Fuck.” the word slips out quietly and his hand settles against thick curls as he takes a very shaky next breath. Anna’s walking away now and you slip off the top of the picnic table, glaring at where Molly stands in anger.

Your fist clenches and unclenches.

Gareth is still making an attempt to process what he’s just heard you say so when you rush past him heading straight for Molly’s direction, he doesn’t try to stop you.

“Oh shit.”

“Okay, I think we need to get over there.”

“Or.. hear me out.. We could let ____ kick Molly’s ass. We could let her learn a lesson this once.”

“What lesson, Adi? That she can’t be an ugly person on the inside and the outside? She needs to pick a battle?” Edith asks.

“Edie, that was mean. And she’s not ugly, no one is. She just has a really nasty attitude.” Maria and Adeline say it in unison.

“She’s a bitch. Remember when she pulled this shit in second grade and got Chrissy in trouble? Because Chrissy was nice enough to invite her to her birthday party but then every time she tried to include her, Molly was just mean about it? Yeah, she deserves every single second of this.” Edith points out calmly.

Molly turns around and spots you, smirking. “Speak of the devil.”

You shove her back as soon as you’re within reach. “Go on, Molly. Tell everybody all at once. Right now. Let’s get this over with. Let’s settle your problem.” you’re shoving her again because you’re furious… and hurt. Because you told them about the rumors in the first place because you thought you finally had friends you could trust.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Lying bitch.” you’re going for your earrings. “Come on, Molly. Tell everybody else what you told Anna. Like you think it’ll fucking bother me.”

“Ladies! In my office, Right now.” Principal Coleman calls out as soon as he spots the brewing confrontation. Molly shoves you back and she’s glaring at you. “I hate you.”

“You’re a bitch.” you shove her back. She raises her hand to slap you and you catch her wrist in your hand. 

“Now, ladies.” Principal Coleman’s patience is wearing thin, you can hear it in the man’s voice. You turn and walk away, shoving through everyone to walk into the building. And you’re at least eighty five percent sure that the second you’re done in his office, you’re going home.

Because you’re not going to sit around and let it happen again. And you’re really not interested in spending an entire day fighting, either.

–

“Gareth? You okay, dude? What the fuck happened?”

Gareth rubs his hand over his face. “Shit.”

“What?”

“We need context, man.” Jeff speaks up.

“She..I.. There’s no way. She told Anna she thinks she loves me. I need a fucking minute, guys..” Gareth finally grumbles.

You shove past everyone and disappear into the building and Gareth takes off after you because now that it’s all sinking in for him, he’s well aware that you’re probably already assuming the absolute worst outcome. Because you’re similar to him when it comes to that.

–

Class has already started by the time Principal Coleman finally gets to the bottom of what happened outside. And you’re just glad the hallways are empty and you don’t have to look anybody in the eye. You can just slip out quietly.

And you do. Fuming and wiping away tears as you make your way back to your parents house. Because you’re angry and hurt, all in one.

The thing that bothers you the most in all this is that you were finally starting to feel happy. You were working up the nerve to write Gareth a letter and slip it in his locker. You were this close to having friends..

“And now I know why I don’t trust anybody. It’s my own fault, I never should’ve told them anything in the first place.” you shake your head as you step into your parents house and  toss your backpack at the floor, bending down to toe off your shoes.

–

Gareth hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what he overheard you tell Anna that morning for the whole day. And lunch rolls around. He’s waiting outside the classroom for you to come out because he’s slowly working up the nerve to bring it up. To tell you he heard what you said. To tell you he feels the same.

The door opens and Edith walks past. When she spots him leaned against the wall and waiting like usual, she doubles back. “Do you know where ___ went? I haven’t seen her since this morning..”

“Wait.. she wasn’t in class? Shit.” Gareth rubs his hand over his face and takes a deep breath or two. “She probably left.”

“Why? Molly’s a lying bitch and everybody knows it now because me and that cheerleader, Chrissy? Yeah, her.. We told everybody the whole story in homeroom. Because Molly needs to learn to keep her fucking mouth shut. The girls got so mean she left crying, dude..”

Gareth grimaces. “Yeah, but so did ___.”

Edith rubs her face. “Probably because she thinks we’re all gonna believe the bullshit, man. Because she pretends she’s tough and everything, she really isn’t.” 

“I know.” Gareth answers, dragging a hand over the back of his head. “I’m going over there.”

“After school. Give her time to calm down a little.” Edith gives him a grateful look. “I’m gonna get Adeline and Maria, we’ll go call from the payphone. Because if she thinks for one second she’s going to ditch us to deal with the assholes in this place, she’s wrong. I’m going to give her a piece of my mind.”

Gareth laughs. “Yeah.. do that.”

“Hurt her, Emerson, I’m breaking your knee caps.” Edith calls out to him before walking away, rushing down the hall to catch up to Maria and Adeline, your other friends. 

“Your girl left, man. She slipped out after she left Coleman’s office. I was gonna stop her but she looked pretty pissed.” Eddie speaks up from beside him. Gareth nods. “Don’t blame her.”

“You should probably go.”

“I’m going. I’m going after school though because I think she needs space… And I’m still wrapping my head around.. You know..”

“Don’t be a pussy, Emerson. Go.”

Gareth mulls it over. Eddie speaks up. “I’ll stall the meeting this afternoon,dude.”

“But we literally just told Wheeler and Henderson we weren’t postponing for that Sinclair kid.”

“And we’re not postponing. We’re just starting a little later.” Eddie shrugs. “Go already.”

“I’m going.” Gareth takes off for the doors at the end of the hall that lead out to the parking lot.

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson fanfiction #gareth emerson imagines #gareth the great #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x you #gareth emerson x fem!rich girl reader #gareth emerson x yn #my writing ● gareth emerson #<-warnings | bullying / confrontations and mean girl behavior ● friends to lovers / affectionate and heavy PDA ● see above #<-warning | female reader ( clothes/hair/outfits + personality #<- use of a nickname/petname ie.. bunny #fandom (stranger things) ● season ( 4 - total au ) ● character ( gareth emerson ) #-- listen this chapter came out in a way i was not prepared for. #-- and it's a cliffhanger. because now i need to figure out what i wanna do next.

[godsfavdarling]

chapter 07

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Molly and Spencer enjoy a playful date at the fair. Amidst the fun, Spencer's friends unexpectedly join them.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: none

words: 2,1k

Molly and Spencer strolled through the fairgrounds, taking in the vibrant atmosphere of colorful lights, the laughter of people, and the enticing aroma of fair food. 

As they wandered past the thrilling rides, both agreed that the spinning attractions weren't exactly their cup of tea, opting for a more grounded experience.

Molly's eyes lit up when she spotted a shooting game, a row of adorable prizes tempting her. 

"Hey, Spencer, how about a little friendly competition?" she suggested, pointing towards the shooting range.

Spencer grinned, always up for a challenge. "Sure, why not? Let's see who's the better shot."

They approached the game booth, where a friendly carnival worker explained the rules and handed them each a toy gun.

The competition heated up as they aimed for the targets, the sound of popping balloons filling the air. Spencer's competitive spirit kicked in.

Despite Molly's less-than-stellar performance, Spencer emerged victorious in the shooting game. Grinning triumphantly, he turned to Molly and said, "Looks like I get to choose the prize. What would you like?"

The carnival employee gestured towards an array of plushies, showcasing various options.

 Molly's eyes gleamed with excitement as she confidently pointed to a pink bunny. "I want that one," she declared, her choice made since the moment she laid eyes on the booth.

Spencer nodded, enjoying the playful banter. "One pink bunny coming right up!" He exchanged a few game tokens for the coveted prize, handing the adorable plush toy to Molly with a satisfied smile.

As Molly cradled the pink bunny in her arms, she laughed and shook her head. "I don't know what I was thinking, trying to compete with you! I mean, you're an FBI agent, and you probably deal with... gun stuff all the time."

Spencer chuckled, appreciating her humor. "Well, I didn't want to show off too much," he teased. "Besides, it's all in good fun. We both had a great time, right?"

Molly nodded, smiling. "Absolutely. Even if my aim was terrible, I wouldn't trade this pink bunny for anything."

Standing near the teacup ride, Molly cast a hopeful glance at Spencer, her eyes sparkling with a playful plea. 

"I know we said no rides, and I get that this one's for kids, but please, can we go on the teacups?" she asked, a touch of excitement in her voice.

Spencer couldn't resist the infectious enthusiasm in Molly's eyes. He chuckled and nodded, saying, "Alright, just this once. But you owe me a rematch at the shooting game afterward."

Molly grinned, thrilled at the unexpected turn of events. "Deal! Teacups first, then a rematch."

They joined the line, ready to embrace the whimsical joy of the spinning teacup ride, momentarily letting go of their earlier decision to skip the rides.

As Molly and Spencer hopped onto the teacup ride, the colorful cups began to spin, and the laughter erupted uncontrollably. The carefree joy of the ride transformed them into gleeful participants, their laughter echoing through the air.

However, as they spun around, they couldn't help but notice the curious stares from nearby kids, who eyed them with a mixture of confusion and amusement. 

Molly and Spencer, undeterred by the odd looks, only laughed harder, enjoying the moment of childlike fun amidst the bemused glances of the younger riders. 

After leaving the teacup ride, they found themselves unable to stifle their laughter. 

Molly, still giggling, turned to Spencer with gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you," she said, her laughter blending with the words. "When I was little, I always begged my parents to let me go on the teacup ride, but they'd say it's stupid and a waste of money.... 

As I grew up, I promised myself I'd never miss a chance to go on a teacup ride whenever I could."

Spencer smiled, appreciating the sentiment. "Well, I'm glad we could make that happen today."

In the midst of their shared laughter and smiles, Spencer leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on Molly's lips. As their kiss deepened, a familiar whistle caught Spencer's attention.

As Spencer and Molly turned to acknowledge the familiar whistle, they were greeted by the sight of Derek and his girlfriend, Savannah, standing behind them with amused smiles. 

Derek, wearing his signature mischievous grin, quipped, "Well, well, looks like the lovebirds found a little romance in the teacup whirlwind!"

Spencer and Molly exchanged amused glances, realizing that their tender moment hadn't gone unnoticed by Spencer's friends.

Feeling a hint of embarrassment, Spencer's cheeks tinged with a subtle blush as Derek and Savannah playfully stepped closer to them. 

The mischievous duo exchanged knowing glances and turned their attention to Molly, teasing grins on their faces.

A palpable silence settled among the group. Spencer, still caught off guard, stared at his friends with a mix of surprise and amusement, while Molly, unaware of their identities, maintained a warm smile.

Breaking the silence, Derek cleared his throat and glanced at Spencer. "Well, Reid, are you going to introduce us to your lovely lady here?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Spencer, finally regaining his composure, chuckled. "Of course, where are my manners? Molly, This is Derek, who I've been working with on the same team for over a decade now and Savannah, his girlfriend"

"And this is Molly, my..." he hesitated, realizing he hadn't officially broached the topic of their relationship. The pause hung in the air, creating a moment of discomfort.

Molly, sensing the pause and wanting to alleviate the tension, offered a friendly smile and took the lead.

"I'm just Molly,"

Derek and Savannah, quick to pick up on the subtle dynamics, exchanged glances but graciously played along. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, just Molly," Derek said with a grin, diffusing the moment with humor.

Derek and Savannah, sensing the need for a change of atmosphere, broke the moment by suggesting, "We were about to grab a bite at one of the food trucks. Why don't you guys join us?"

Spencer and Molly exchanged glances, appreciating the friendly offer. "Sounds like a plan," Spencer replied with a grateful smile. 

Molly nodded in agreement.

Spencer couldn't shake the feeling that Molly might have felt a bit upset by the awkward introduction. He sensed a shift in her demeanor – her eyes seemed to glisten with a hint of dampness.

Wanting to address the discomfort he inadvertently caused, Spencer discreetly pulled Molly aside. "Hey," he whispered, "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to make things awkward. I should've asked you how you wanted to be introduced."

Molly, appreciating Spencer's sincerity, managed a small smile. "It's okay, really. I should've been clearer about what we are. It's just... "

Spencer nodded understandingly. "I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

Molly's smile grew, and she reached for Spencer's hand. "Let's just enjoy the rest of the evening."

The group settled at a table near the taco truck, the tantalizing aroma of sizzling ingredients wafting through the air as they waited for their orders. The vibrant colors of the fair illuminated the surroundings, providing a lively backdrop to their impromptu meal.

Conversation flowed easily as they perused the menu, sharing anecdotes about favorite fair foods and recalling memorable fair memories from childhood. 

The shared laughter and the clinking of glass bottles blended with the distant sounds of fair attractions, creating a moment of friendship that overshadowed any lingering awkwardness.

As the tacos arrived, the group dug into the delicious fare, savoring each flavorful bite.

Savannah, intrigued, turned her attention to Molly. "So, Molly, tell us a bit about your job. Working with kids must be quite an adventure."

Molly's eyes lit up as she began sharing her experiences. "It's absolutely delightful. My kids are at that age where everything is an adventure! And every day is filled with surprises!"

Savannah smiled. "Elementary school sounds like such a fun age group. What grade do you teach?"

"I teach second grade," Molly replied. "They still carry that wide-eyed wonder about the world."

Derek, ever the inquisitive one, asked, "Any particularly memorable moments in your time as a teacher?"

Molly began recounting heartwarming stories and amusing anecdotes from her experiences with the elementary school students.

She recounted the time when the class held a creative writing project, and the imaginative stories the kids came up with had everyone in stitches. 

From adventurous tales of magical creatures to heartwarming narratives about friendship, Molly painted a vivid picture of the vibrant and imaginative world of her students.

"There was this one time," Molly continued, "when we had a science experiment involving baking soda and vinegar. The excitement in their eyes when the concoction bubbled up was priceless. It's very simple but moments like those... make teaching so special."

After a while Derek, in his usual teasing manner, grinned at Spencer and said, "Hey, Reid, I hope you didn't forget something important coming up."

Spencer, always on top of his memory game, smirked back, "You know I don't forget things, especially birthdays."

Derek chuckled, "Right, right, Mr. Eidetic Memory. I just had to check. We're counting on you for some trivia and impressive birthday wishes."

Spencer, with a good-natured nod, assured them.

Savannah with an excited smile said to Molly, "My birthday is coming up, and it's on the 4th of July. We're throwing a little celebration, and I really hope you can make it. It would mean a lot to have you there! What do you think?"

Molly, touched by the invitation and the thoughtful gesture, responded with a warm smile, "Savannah, that sounds wonderful! I'd be honored to join!"

Molly gave Spencer a curious look, wondering why he hadn't mentioned his friend's party that is just three days away, especially considering Morgan seems to be both his best friend and coworker. 

The thought crossed her mind that maybe Spencer didn't want her to attend the party.

..........................

After a delightful time filled with stories and laughter, Derek and Savannah eventually announced their departure. "Well, we should be heading out," Derek said, rising from his seat. "It was really great meeting you, Molly."

Savannah echoed the sentiment, "Absolutely! See you again soon."

Molly smiled warmly, expressing her gratitude. "Thank you both! It was lovely meeting you as well. See you!"

As Derek and Savannah bid their farewells, the fairgrounds buzzed with the energy of the evening. Spencer and Molly remained seated at the table.

Spencer, sensing a lingering tension from earlier, turned to Molly with a thoughtful expression, a trace of concern in his eyes.

"Molly," he began, his voice gentle, "I want to apologize again for that awkward moment earlier. I should have handled the introduction better."

Molly, feeling a bit caught off guard, asked, " Why didn't you tell me about the party?"

"I meant to but... things got a bit busy. I wanted to ask if you'd like to go with me. I really did. It's just... We haven't known each other for long, and I didn't want to pressure you into anything. But, if you're up for it, I'd really like you to come with me."

Molly was quiet, processing the information. A subtle shift in her expression indicated her internal thoughts.

Spencer, sensing the need to also address the earlier awkward introduction, added, "And I'm sorry about earlier. My friends showing up unexpectedly caught me off guard, and... I should have... I don't know. I'm sorry."

Molly, appreciating Spencer's sincerity and being too tired to fight, offered a reassuring smile. "It's okay, really. I'm not upset. Well... I am, but I had a great time with your friends, and they seem like lovely people."

Spencer still couldn't shake the thought that he hadn't officially asked Molly to be his girlfriend. The desire to make things right gnawed at him, and he finally mustered the courage to broach the subject.

"I'm sorry about everything and... Molly," Spencer began, his tone earnest, "I know I never officially asked you to be my girlfriend and I'm not sure if this is the best moment..."

Molly looked at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and warmth. Spencer continued, "I wanted it to be perfect, and I'm sorry it didn't happen that way. I kind of figured that we're already dating in a way, but I realized I never asked you officially. I don't want there to be any confusion. So, Molly... will you... be my girlfriend?"

Spencer's heart raced as he awaited Molly's response, hoping that despite the unconventional circumstances, she would understand the sincerity behind his words.

Molly's eyes lit up, a smile forming on her face. "Spencer, I thought we were dating, too. And I'd also love to make it official. Yes, I'd love to be your girlfriend."

Spencer, elated and relieved, couldn't resist the impulse to kiss Molly. As their lips met in a sweet, tender moment, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the clarity they had just established.

Breaking the kiss, Spencer looked into Molly's eyes with a gentle smile. "I'm really sorry... and I really want you to meet everybody. I just wanted everything to be perfect."

Molly chuckled, her laughter echoing through the fairgrounds. "Nothing's ever perfect, you know? And everything is okay. The fact that you care this much... means the world to me."

Relief and joy washed over Spencer as he pulled Molly into a warm embrace. 

#keep holding on #spencer reid x oc

[in-flvx]

This isn't gonna be a deep analysis, but I keep thinking about it: the fandoms relationship to attractiveness as showcased by Sirius and Remus respectively.

We have the text. In which Harry and some unnamed girl from the marauders year find Sirius attractive. Vs tonks pining through at least 2 if not 3 books for Remus.

Harry generally seems to be attracted to people who are perceived by the general public as attractive (see: Cho, ginny, Bill, Cedric). He is our point of direction for this.

The fandom at large seems to have taken this as confirmation that Sirius is vaguely attractive, in the most general sense. Good looking, but in the end boring bc he fits some arbitrary criteria of general beauty. In a way that nobody who spends time getting to know him would even consider his looks at all, bc his character is so genuinely abhorrent that he's barely acceptable. And then only bc Remus is delusional, and bc James feels like he has to keep him in his friend group bc nobody else would even consider it. Also bc sirius will give 150% to overcome all his shortcomings (that fanonically start with his inability and disinterest in knowledge at large, and end with him gambling all his friends lives away for a laugh)

Meanwhile, Remus has canonically far less descriptions to hold onto. He has brown hair with streaks of white in his early 30s, and by this point he looks both sickly and poor (Harry mentions both for him in swm as well, but immediately follows it with plausible deniability for his preconceived opinions about either of them so I don't give it too much merit, even though I know most people have taken this as direct and unchangeable confirmation that he didn't have any kind of money at all all his life. But I don't ascribe to that, so don't even start with me)

But the fandom seems to take their respective popularity throughout poa and ootp as both direct confirmation as to how generally most people find Remus attractive for his sickly and unusual looks, and his general popularity based on the way Molly and the students react to him.

Meanwhile Sirius has the derision of both hermione and Molly, and his descriptions after azkaban working against him, as well as the fact that no one other than Harry and that one girl in their class was actually shown to be attracted to him. That, and the blurb from extra Canon in which Remus talks about how hot and sexy Sirius has been.

This is generally not smth I care too much about. Go for it, if you want to take these plot point to point out how attractive either of them is. If you live in a world in which Remus is just generally more attractive than Sirius, and everybody thinks so, that is okay.

But pls. Please. I beg you. To not act like it's the other way around when you make everyone in their general vicinity unable to talk about anything other than how Remus is the sexiest person to ever exist, and how each and everyone of them (even the lesbians) would have a go at him if given the chance. And if you have Remus go on dates several times during your fic, or have everyone who is interested in Sirius be first, or more, attracted to Remus.

If you want to have Sirius be just a mid looking guy whom nobody really likes, and who can't do too many things at all. Who has nothing to go for him other than his money and his obsession with Remus, and the fact that remus also finds him attractive (even though he is the only person who thinks so).

If you want Sirius to be this, just go with it. Let him be mid. Let Remus be the hottest person ever. Let Sirius know that he isn't really all that hot, and let him rely on his mind. Honestly just give him anything. Don't give him something you tell us he is good at, when all you end up doing is negating it directly by telling us that remus is the hottest person in school, that James actually likes him better, that remus is the only one able or interested in reading.

If you want Remus to have all of that going for it, don't act like this is some arcane knowledge, especially when you have not a single person in your fic or au who has anything positive to say or think about Sirius.

#Sirius Black #Remus lupin #I may have drunk some wine before posting this

[kayslibrary]

~Growing pains~

George Weasley x nonbinary reader 

A/N: Hey, people of the internet! It tis i!! Back with some more George Weasley fanfiction. It's a damn shame there's little to none of it on Tumblr, but it’s whatever. I Hope you like Angst with a side of fluff because that’s what's on the menu. I hope you enjoy My doodles!!! And if you want a specific trope, don’t hesitate to request one! I’ll try my best to get it out as fast as possible. Anyway, ENJOY!!!

Warnings~ the readers are non-binary with not much-added description, so be wild with your mind, cussing; yes, we use potty mouth around these parts. I think that's about it. Please let me know if I missed anything!!

Synopsis

You and George were at his home for the holidays when some of Fred’s friends started to chat you up. One thing led to another, and you were in a room with the group while they were shit-talking about your boyfriend. It all went down when he found out during dinner. 

It was winter break when Mrs. Weasley gave Fred the ok to bring people over.

“Oi Y/N,” Fred calls from his room. “Yes?” you say as you lean against the door frame. “I have some friends I want you to meet; Y/N meet Marlon, Cyrus, Lorenzo, and Kaullm '' he says as he goes down the line, introducing them one by one, “nice to meet you all,” You wave awkwardly. “Come in; we’re not gonna bite..unless you want us to,” Kallum jokes. “So tell me, Y/N, you have a partner by chance?” Lorenzo asks curiously. “Stop jacking with her. She’s spoken for.” Fred sighs. “By who…you?” Marlon adds, scooting a bit closer to Fred. “No..never Fred,” you joke. “George?” Marlon guesses. “Yup,” you say plainly. “Aw, Fred, you dick, how could you pass this absolute hottie to that wet blanket.” Cyrus jokes as the rest of them laugh. “Don’t like her that way,” Fred says playfully. “George is a one-off to you, Fred. A fuckin prude.” Marlon seethes as you stand up. “What's wrong, Y/N” Fred asks. “Nothing. Just tired. See you later, Fred,” you say silently as you go to the room that you share with Ginny. “Hey Y/N, what’s wrong?” she asks as you face plant on your bed. “Nothing,” you silence as you try to take a nap. 

Dinner came faster than you expected, “that's right everyone tuck in!” Molly chimes as she passes around a bowl of soup. “So George, tell me..” Marlon. “How is Y/N..she you know…” he trails off  “how i am is none of your concern marlon..drop it” you spit. “Oi weasel got your partner speaking for you? Can’t speak up? You’re such a deadbeat downer.” Kallum seethes playfully as the whole table laughs. “Stop.” George Says sternly as he stands up and walks away “george…fuck you guys” you say as you walk after him, you finally make it to his room to see him on his bed reading a book. “George…” you trail off walking into his room “are you embarrassed of me Y/N?” he asks simply, “what? No” you say “Y/N…i-im sorry but- ""don’t you dare finish that sentence” you say tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. “You’re too good for me Y/N don't you see? We aren't good for eachother.” he explains walking over to you. “George. Listen to me, we are made for one another. Dont let those ass holes tell you ANY different” you say trying to reason with him. “I want us to be together George.” you Cried holding his face. “Don’t leave me.” he begged silently, his voice cracking. “I won't, I promise.” you say as you kissed him.

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“Apologize to my brother.” Fred commands “we’re sorry.” the group of boys say in unison. “I couldn't quite hear yall…George could you hear them?” you ask as he shakes his head no, “right Apologize. CORRECTLY” you tell them sternly “we’re sorry george.” they breathe “right thank you.” Fred says “now we’re leaving” the group of boys say as they walk out the house leaving Y/N and George there. “You really didn’t have to make them say sorry.” George states as you both sit on the couch, “yes i did george. I needed them to know that if it was to happen again they would've gotten a lot worse than a few pathetic sorrys” you smile as he kisses your forehead “thank you nonetheless my love” George replied “anytime my dear.” you smile.

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Welp that was sum else. I feel like I can't really write angst too well when I'm sad. I have to do it when I'm in one of my moods. ANYWAYS hope you enjoyed this one i really have to get back on my george grind. Remember my inbox is Always open and my requests are open as well so don't be shy, request something  and it’ll be on my page in a timely manner.  

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Fire and Ice - Chapter 45

Chapter 44 || Index || Chapter 46

 By the time Fireheart woke up, it was somewhere close to late day, the sun well past its height and heading towards the horizon. The storm had long since left, the clouds parting to reveal the blue skies beyond. Graystripe still slumbered, so he carefully crept out of the den and into camp to avoid waking him.

The Clan was hard at work repairing camp. Most of the cats he could see had cobwebs covering one or several injuries, and his own pelt stung with several claw marks, though he didn't remember where he had gotten them. Those with injured legs were working on the camp wall, while those with other wounds were likely out patrolling or hunting.

He saw Snowkit playing alone in one corner of camp, Speckleflight watching him carefully. After the morning's scare, he couldn't blame her. The elders were sharing tongues, no doubt immortalizing Brokentail's reign in their stories. Everything was peaceful for a change.

"Fireheart!" He turned to see Yellowfang crossing camp towards him. "You're finally awake. I'm running out of marigold and I need some extra paws to help me carry it." There was a glint in her dark eyes, and he knew he couldn't refuse her; not if he wanted to keep her on his side.

"Of course! I'd be glad to." He responded quickly. "Actually, are Dewpaw and Peppermask available? The more paws the better, after all." He pointed out steadily.

"Hmm. I don't know if we'll need that much." The old molly squinted at him for a moment, scrutinizing his intentions. "But maybe you're right. Leafbare is coming, after all. Fine. I'll go fetch my apprentice." The thick-furred healer turned and headed back towards her den, leaving Fireheart to find the warrior molly. After a moment he spotted her, working on the nursery with Cinderpaw.

"Peppermask!" He trotted towards her swiftly. "Yellowfang wants us to help her fetch some herbs. Can you come?"

The spotted tabby looked up as he spoke, blinking a greeting as he stopped in front of her. "Are you sure Cinderpaw wouldn't be better? She's quite energetic."

"Yes, please!" The sole apprentice begged, her eyes wide as she abandoned her bramble weaving. "I've been stuck in camp weaving brambles all day. I'm sick of it!"

"No offense, Cinderpaw, but I think Yellowfang would sooner drown you than listen to you the whole time." He shook his head sadly. "Besides, she asked for Peppermask specifically."

"Aw, mousedung." The apprentice grumbled, returning back to her work with a sigh. "Well, you two warriors have fun without me."

He winced at her words. "I'm sure you'll get your chance soon." He replied, turning away from her. He wasn't entirely sure what would happen then. Snowkit was close to being apprenticed, he supposed, but it would be moons until Goldenflower's kits were ready. "Anyways, let's hurry. You know Yellowfang doesn't like to be kept waiting."

They met with the two healers at the entrance to camp. "You found her? Good. Let's get going." With a lash of her tail, she led the other three out of camp and up the ravine.

They traveled silently, towards the Twolegplace, until they found a clearing of bright yellow flowers. Many of them were soaked by the morning's rainstorm, and several had been squashed by fallen branches. 

Still, there was plenty to gather, and Dewpaw immediately began doing so as Yellowfang turned to Fireheart. "So why did you lie about Ravenspirit?"

"What?" Peppermask bristled beside him. "What're you talking about?"

"Fireheart didn't get attacked by Brokentail on the border. None of us did. And I certainly didn't bury anyone." Yellowfang replied sourly, her nose wrinkled in disapproval. "So? Out with it!"

"He-" The spotted molly turned to him. "That's why you insisted on me, isn't it? Something happened with Ravenspirit." She tilted her head as she studied him. "Does it have to do with-"

"Tigerclaw was planning to kill him." Fireheart interrupted her before she could finish. "He outright said as much to him at the Moonstone. If he had stayed, he would have died."

"So he's alive then." He turned his ears to listen as Dewpaw spoke from where she was carefully stripping flowerheads. "That's good. I… I was worried I helped send him to his death."

"Hold on." Yellowfang interrupted incredulously. "Tigerclaw was planning to kill his own son?"

Fireheart stared at her. "Yea, because of Redtail." He explained hurriedly. "I thought you knew all this."

"Redtail?" Her copper eyes were baffled as she stared back at him. "What are you talking about?"

"The night Dewpaw was made a healer apprentice, you told me to keep quiet about it!" He responded, equally confused. What else could she have been talking about? "We were talking about Redtail, and then you said-"

"I was talking about the prophecy! You were going to blurt it out to the whole Clan!" Her fur bristled angrily. "I don't know what you're talking about with Redtail."

"What prophecy?"

"You mean you don't-" She caught herself after a moment and let out a heavy sigh. "Oh, Starclan."

All four of them looked at each other in confusion. "What prophecy?" Fireheart repeated. What was she talking about? He'd never heard of any sort of prophecy in his life.

"I honestly thought you knew. That's why you attacked Brokentail, is it not?"

"I attacked Brokentail because he was going to kill you!" The ginger tom shook his head in disbelief. "So you had no idea why Redtail was showing up?"

"No!" Yellowfang sat down, staring at him as myriad emotions swirled through her eyes. "Starclan above, that changes things."

"Maybe a little!" Fireheart turned his gaze over to the two sisters. "What prophecy? What even is a prophecy, anyways? Like, I've heard it in the elders’ stories, but an actual-"

"Sometimes Starclan speaks to us outside the Moonstone." Dewpaw cut in before he could stick his paw in his mouth. "They only do so when there's grave danger coming. Those are prophecies. They're very rare, though. Spottedleaf told me when I was a kit that the last one she received was about Bluestar." Her tail drooped at the mention of her mentor. He didn't blame her; though it seemed like ages ago, the healer had only died that morning. She hadn't had time to process her grief.

"Yes, that's correct." Yellowfang's gaze stared out into the forest. "Goosefeather was notorious for spouting them. Whether Starclan actually spoke to him or not, I cannot say." 

"Okay. So there was a prophecy about, what? Brokentail? I guess that makes sense." He had certainly pulled Starclan's attention, after all. Breaking the warrior code left and right, killing cats by the clawful - no wonder they thought the Clans were in grave danger.

"I suppose there's no point in hiding it, since it's been fulfilled." The dark gray healer finally looked back at him. "Fireheart, the prophecy was about you."

"Me?" He bristled in shock. "But why? I'm barely a warrior!" 

"You're more than that, in Starclan's eyes." She replied steadily, her eyes clearer now. "Fire alone can save our Clan. I received it less than a moon after Raggedstar's death. Brokentail had already begun pulling the Clan away from the warrior code when he assigned Badgerkit to be Spiderfoot's apprentice at three moons old. I knew Shadowclan was in danger."

Fireheart blinked, shock washing over him. He had heard that phrase before, when he had spoken to Redtail. But why would Redtail care about Shadowclan's problems? "So they knew that I would attack Brokentail?" He scoffed at that. "So what? It wasn't that big a deal. Someone else would have done it if I hadn't."

"I didn't know what it meant for a while." Yellowfang admitted. "I thought perhaps it was referring to a Shadowclanner, but I didn't know who. It wasn't until I was attacked by a young tom named Firepaw in Thunderclan territory that I began to understand."

"You're still holding that against me? I've apologized a dozen times!" Fireheart spat crossly. "If I could go back and undo it, I would!"

"But if you hadn't, we would have passed through your territory unnoticed. We may never have returned to the Clans." The old healer replied, her voice steady and clear as she spoke. "It was you who rescued Mosspaw and Volepaw and swayed Thunderclan's mind. And it was you that led the charge to chase out Brokentail, in the end." She shook her broad head with a soft smile. "Starclan was right. Fire saved Shadowclan from Brokentail."

"But- That's-" He frowned. He was an ordinary apprentice! At the time it was given, he had barely been accepted into Thunderclan - if he had even been part of the Clan at all! Why would Starclan pay attention to a lousy kittypet? He kneaded his claws in and out, not sure how to explain his disbelief.

"Starclan works in mysterious ways." The dark molly shrugged. "It is not up to us to know how they think. We can only interpret what they tell us."

"Can we go back to Ravenspirit being alive? And how Tigerclaw was about to kill him?" Peppermask interrupted them, her green eyes narrow as she stared at him. 

"I just told the Clan that so Tigerclaw doesn't try to find him." Fireheart explained quickly. "And even if he does find out Ravenspirit lives, he's far enough away that Tigerclaw won't come after him."

"Why does Tigerclaw want his son dead so badly?" Yellowfang interjected, shock creeping back into her eyes. "And what does that have to do with Redtail?"

"Tigerclaw killed Redtail because he wanted to be deputy instead, and Ravenspirit saw it." The new warrior told the clueless healer, trying to catch her up on the sordid events of recent moons quickly. "Ever since then, Redtail's been haunting us to do something about Tigerclaw and get revenge for him."

"Also, we were all apprentices when we found this out, and we didn't think Bluestar would believe us." Peppermask's green eyes were blazing as she glared at him. "And now that we're warriors and maybe earned her trust, you've gone and gotten rid of the only evidence we had!"

"We had to keep him safe!" Fireheart retorted. "Tigerclaw was actively plotting to murder him with Darkstripe. I overheard it right before we left for the Moonstone. We couldn't keep an eye on him all the time!"

"Yeah, but now what are we supposed to do? Tell Bluestar that the Clan's top warrior is a secret traitor, just trust us on that though?" She shook her head angrily, her tail lashing. "Now we're stuck in the same situation we were before!"

"There's got to be some other evidence. And Ravenspirit isn't even that far away." He huffed angrily back at her. "We'll figure it out. You're the smartest out of all of us, I'm sure you'll think of something."

"Yeah, but-" She broke off in a snarl, turning away from him. "Toms!" She spat out as she began pacing in a circle.

Yellowfang was watching and listening to their debate stoically, though he could tell her thoughts were racing. "And what about Redtail?" She asked. "You said he shows up in your dreams?"

"No, he shows up around here. Like he did in the healer's den, with Spottedleaf." He wished he could make the dead deputy show up and just explain things to Bluestar, but of course it could never be that easy. "Apparently he used to talk to Ravenspirit, when we were still apprentices, but now he mostly shows up behind my shoulder all threateningly."

"You don't say." Yellowfang responded dryly. "I never would have guessed."

He blinked in surprise at her tone as she spoke, before noticing her gaze staring past him. This time, when he turned around, he spotted Redtail staring at them from behind a tree, nearly blending into it with his tabby coat. Peppermask bristled beside him, while Dewpaw continued silently stripping flowers as she stared stoically at the ghostly tom.

"Redtail!" He snapped. "Why don't you come out and explain all this to Yellowfang, huh? Or better yet, Bluestar herself?" He took a step towards the calico tom. "Maybe actually help us get your revenge instead of spooking everyone for a change?"

As soon as he moved closer, the tom jumped away with a flash of his namesake tail, vanishing among the leaffall leaves. Fireheart knew better than to try chasing him. He could disappear into nothingness at any moment, so what was the point?

He sighed and turned back to Yellowfang. "I think that's about everything. Sorry that Thunderclan isn't the perfect Clan it appears to be."

"I knew that from the moment you broke my leg." The healer smirked as he groaned at the mention of his worst mistake. "But I certainly believe you. Stranger things have happened in the forest before, though it was usually when Goosefeather was involved." She sighed and shook her head bemusedly.

"So now that everything's out in the open, what do we do?" Fireheart asked the other three. "Ravenspirit might be able to return and speak up against Tigerclaw, but Peppermask is right. We should try and figure out some other form of evidence."

"If you want my advice, you've all done quite enough for the time being." He perked one orange ear towards Yellowfang as she spoke. "You've thwarted his plotting for now. I might be able to persuade Bluestar there's more to Tigerclaw than it seems, but that will take time, perhaps a few trips to the Moonstone." She shook her wide head slowly. "The best warriors know when to wait patiently."

Peppermask hesitated. "But- what if he goes after our dad? What's to stop him from killing another deputy?"

Fireheart grimaced at her questions. He had to admit she was right; now that Ravenspirit was out of the way, the dark tabby would see no more obstacles to his next victim.

"He has three warriors and both healers to protect him. I'm sure Redtail is watching over him as well." The old healer pointed out steadily. "They claim prey runs over the paws of those who wait. Perhaps Tigerclaw will do the same."

The spotted warrior didn't seem quite convinced, but nodded in agreement. "Very well. Waiting it is."

"How's that marigold coming, Dewpaw?" Yellowfang asked as she stood up and stretched. "We should probably be getting back. The vigils will be starting soon."

The healer's apprentice pushed a pile of bright yellow flowers towards them. "This should be enough for the whole season, if we're lucky." She remarked in her typical quiet voice. "Be careful picking them up. The more juice you can preserve, the better."

They each carefully collected a mouthful of the marigold, trying not to squeeze it too tightly as Dewpaw had requested. It was a slow walk back to camp, and by the time they entered camp the sun had almost set. Fireheart hurriedly deposited the flowers on the healer's stone workspace before rushing back out to see Graystripe exiting the warriors' den with a ferocious yawn.

"Fireheart!" The gray tom hurried over to greet his fellow warrior. "Dad woke me up. He said it's almost time for our vigil." 

"And the vigil for Spottedleaf and Ravenspirit." He looked to see Dappleshine emerge from the healer's den, followed by Yellowfang carrying Spottedleaf's body and Dewpaw behind her. Shortly after, Dustleap, Speckleflight and Sandstorm came out from the shadows to sit nearby. Ravenspirit's half-siblings and second adoptive mother, alongside Dappleshine, so it made sense they would all come to mourn the 'fallen' warrior. They sat in the middle of camp, a respectful distance from Spottedleaf, presumably sitting vigil for Ravenspirit even though they had no body.

"There you two are." It was Bluestar, deftly avoiding the mourners to speak to her two newest warriors. "It is time for you both to sit vigil until dawn. All cats in camp will be putting their lives in your paws, including those mourning the fallen." She stared at both of them sternly. "I expect I don't have to remind you two how important this night of listening is."

Fireheart shook his head quickly, and he could sense Graystripe beside him do the same. "Good. Go on, then." She flicked her tail to dismiss them, then turned and padded over to Spottedleaf's body. Of course she would mourn the calico; Spottedleaf had served as healer beside her for a long time. It was understandable she would want to see her off on the Startrail.

Fireheart padded over to sit beside the entrance to camp. Graystripe took a spot near the nursery, flicking an ear at what he assumed was the mewling of several kits inside. They met each other's gazes from across camp and nodded solemnly before looking back out over their home. 

Their vigil had begun.

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Healing Inergy – inward energy and recovery

Many things vie for my time. There’s not always enough time to turn inward. Inward Home I still have a day job. My “home” work is deeply important to me as well. These inform my inner life constantly. My spouse, our dog, our home, and our neighborhood all receive my daily attention. Whether walking RB, […]

[xfindingtrouble]

❝  please don’t go—  i need.  i need someone—  i need you.  ❞ / hey. Modern AU

" I'm here, Molly, " Percy steadies his tone through the unexpected beginning to his day. he had woken to Molly's frantic eruption giving in to the immediate concern that sweeps over Percy. He holds it between his teeth, though it weighs at the corners of his mouth. it causes his face to settle into an expression that balanced on the line between concerned & surprised.

Percy had intended to wake up before Mollymauk even had the chance to stir & greet them with a superb birthday breakfast. he had considered the idea of making it himself, but he knew better than to try & burn the start of their day.

he was hoping to stop by the cafe around the corner & bring them everything that looked like, smelled like, or tasted like a cinnamon roll. He thought it might be a suitable start to the list of birthday offerings he intended to present. Nice a thought as it had been, he brushes it aside for the time being.

there were now more pressing matters on the metaphorical menu. like how quickly Molly's breath passes through their lungs, the way they beg for company that was already promised. He leads towards them, propping himself up on his elbow & using his free hand to cup their cheek. it's a firm gesture, one that he uses to guide their gaze to his. he hopes it will be grounding, that it may remind Molly of where he is, " I'm not going anywhere, dear. You're safe. Tell me --- what's going on? "

#tcaleaf #comment cards ( answered. ) #ch. percival de rolo #shakes them in my hands #i was thinking abt them waking up & percy being like What Is Going On #not knowing that molly is trapped in a time loop #& dying All The TIme

[underagoldenmoon]

Under a Golden Moon chapter two: The Wrong Way Trigger warnings for this chapter: ableism (towards an autistic character), internalised ableism (same character mentioned above)

      "Tell us a story! Tell us a story!" 

Moon thinks for a second, as the kittens grow even more adamant. 

      "How about we tell them about the separation of the Guards?" Mist says, smiling. 

Moon has had a massive crush on him for a while, but never the courage to say more than a few words to him. So when he volunteered to tell the kittens stories, she asked to help. Well, Rain volunteered her, presumably in some attempt to get them together. Which is stupid, because Rain knows that she's barely able to speak to him without panicking. 

      "Sounds good!" she says. Do I sound too excited? Too fake-sounding? Does he realise? Oh Sunlight, I hope he doesn't realise. But I hope he does…

      "I…know you're bad at wording things." Mist always speaks differently around Moon. She thinks. Though she doesn't really get the chance to talk to him much. Because she doesn't have the courage. Maybe it's just nervousness, or maybe he reciprocates her feelings. How is she supposed to know? I wish there was some sort of guide to knowing how other cats feel. It seems to come so naturally to everyone else. Rain worked out I had a crush before I realised I had a crush. 

      "Well, yeah…" Is this the right time to be talking? Am I interrupting him? 

      "You…don't have to do this. If you don't want to, I mean. It's fine if you do!"

      "No, I really want to do this!" Does he like me back? Does he hate me? Is he nervous? 

Moon and Mist work together to tell the kittens the story - Mist telling the majority of the story, with Moon reminding him of details when necessary. 

They tell the kittens the story: how one young cat of Yew's Guard - Hazel - defied the cruelty and queerphobia of the Guard and stood up to them. They tell them how she stood in front of the Guard and burnt with the power of the gods. They tell them how she died, but gave a large number of the cats the courage to leave and live in a place where they were free to love who they loved, and to be the gender they truly were. They tell them how Hazel's Guard split off and welcomed wanderers in and became the place it is today. A safe haven. 

The kittens listen in awe, and, when the story is done, they beg the trainees for more. 

      "Sorry, we've got to go now," Mist says. 

Rain walks over. 

      “Sorry, got to steal Moon for a sec!”

      “Oh, sorry!” Moon says to Mist. “I promised I’d help her -”

      “Look for moss,” Rain interrupts. 

Rain walks away a fair distance, Moon close next to her. 

      “So, how’s it going with your crush?”

Moon feels herself turning warm. 

      “It’s…alright. I still can’t really…talk to him. About it, I mean. I’m just -”

      “As your cool bi friend, I think I am legally obliged to tell you that I support you if you don’t actually have a crush on him. I mean, I thought I was straight for the longest time. I don’t care if you’re bi or pan or ply or omni or a lesbian or even aro or ace, or something else entirely! It’s who you are!”

      “No, it’s…it’s definitely a crush. And I don’t think I’ve had one on a molly or enby. Sorry to disappoint!” The last sentence is a joke, or an attempt at one anyway. They’ve never really come naturally to Moon. Though she has netver felt entirely natural. She is set apart from the others in her Guard, though she doesn’t know why. 

Maybe she’s just cursed. 

One of the adult Guardians brushes past, presumably in a rush to get somewhere, and at the sensation of the twigs caught in their fur feels like it’s scratching away at something inside Moon. Her fur bristles.

      “Hey, it was an accident!” the other cat - Dune - says. 

      “What?” Please let that sound genuine and not like I’m angry at xem. Because I’m not. 

      “Seriously, stop acting like a spoilt little kitten. Grow up.”

      “I’m not acting like a kitten!” Oh no, I’ve gone and ruined it. Because now I won’t be able to stop myself from arguing back. 

      “I barely touched you! Why are you getting so angry?”

      “I’m not angry!” I never get angry. I’m…I’m calm. I’m calm. It’s not like I want to rip xir fur off or anything. So I must not be angry. 

Rain sighs. 

      “She just doesn’t like certain textures. And no offense, but you look like you’ve just fought your way out of a bird’s nest. It was the twigs. In your fur. Which, looking at you, probably hasn’t been groomed in a month.”

Dune growls. 

      “Well, she should be able to deal with it, rather than acting like a kitten whenever she touches something she doesn’t like!”

Dune stalks away, growling. 

      “Xey’re right, you know. I know xey was being rude, but you need to stop getting quite so stressed by textures.”

How can Moon explain that she can’t stop? Whenever she’s tried in the past, nobody has believed her. She sticks out like a fox in a flock of pigeons. She’s tried to believe for so long that she is worthy, that there is nothing wrong with being how she is. But she just can’t convince herself. 

She gathers her thoughts. 

      “I know,” she says. It feels like a lie, it feels like a truth. The truth. The only one that matters. But it’s also a lie. 

Why am I like this? Why can’t I just be normal? 

      “I can…I can help you get used to these things. If you like.” 

      “Oh, ummm…sure!” Why does this feel like such a bad idea? This is the only way to fix myself. 

      “Oh! Wren’s over there!” Rain glances to Moon. “Is it okay if we start tomorrow? I’m thinking of asking them out, and I need to check that they’re actually into mollies and then I have to ask them and if they say yes I’ll probably be chatting with them a load and if they say no I’ll be crying in the den all day.” Rain winks, which Moon is pretty sure means that she’s joking about that last part. Not certain, though. 

Why does what comes naturally to other cats feel like a riddle to her? Why does she feel things the wrong way? 

She surely must be cursed.

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#writing crushes is so fucking hard please help #I'm just an aroace guy #thank fuck I'm a little bit biro too or I'd literally be dead by now /hj #Under a Golden Moon chapter #creative writing #cat #cats #cat story #unreality

[dent-de-leon]

Zerxus trusting there’s an inherent goodness in everyone, even in a Betrayer. A thousand years later, Caleb sees that same core of humanity in a warped, twisted, newly reborn god. With both Asmodeus and Lucien, there were moments when Zerxus and Caleb saw a spark of something, a familiar echo. They believed those glimpses of vulnerability they saw were real. 

Both of them fighting so hard to push their enemy towards redemption because this is not just another terrifying, vengeful god—it’s someone wearing the face of a loved one they lost.

Zerxus seeing his dead husband in Asmodeus, unable to see anything else. A golden face, a heart cut away. Caleb hating and mistrusting Lucien, but still going all the way to Cognouza just to save his friend—convinced that shard of Mollymauk is still in there, can still be reached. 

Zerxus never accepting that he’s lost Evandran for good, always believing that they’ll see each other again. Caleb burying Mollymauk with a letter, telling him to come and find them. Keeping a spare room ready for Molly in the tower. Holding onto his one chance at a resurrection spell. 

Their faith is immeasurable. It’s looking at a being that’s otherworldly and godly, that has been so twisted and corrupted, that claims no mortal can ever hope to comprehend them, could ever dare to stand against them. Facing that, and still seeing an intrinsically human, mortal heart. Someone who could still be offered a chance at redemption. “Why did we come this far, if not for this?...If he is still--twisted--he will be alone. And we will be able to handle him. But what if...? Why did we go so far and fight so hard? We would do this for any one of us.” 

Zerxus, in all his sincerity, reaching for the Lord of the Hells and telling him, “We are your children.” Everything in Asmodeus recoiling in scathing hatred from Zerxus’ love, his forgiveness, the absolute gall of this mortal to dare and see something in him he refuses to acknowledge. “You have referred to yourself and your fellow mortals as our children. You are not our children. You are...a bad first draft.” 

Lucien’s monstrous form lashing out when he hears Caleb call for him, stare him down and say, “Mollymauk Tealeaf.” All nine eyes glowering down at this wizard even as he flinches at the words, at that shard of truth, “Something twitches inside Lucien as the head that previously was looking through you, for once the beams, all eyes, go towards you.” Lucien sneering down at him with the contempt of a towering god, “No, child.” 

Zerxus and Caleb, two people who have found faith in something other than the gods, who have lost and grieved so much, and just want to protect the people they love. Bargaining, begging, pleading for someone to return to them--even as they are struck down without remorse. “This is not who you are, this is not who you are! You’re not this! How have you forgotten?” “You arrogant bastard! You died to save these people! You’re not going to kill them now.”

Zerxus’ whole philosophy, at the end of all things, is still, “But he knows salvation and redemption is there for everyone, and it pulls him right back,” even as he is consumed by Asmodeus’ flames. 

And then there’s Caleb, who believed so strongly in Molly--in all of his family--who looked at Mollymauk once and said, “I believe in second starts.” Even though he believes he himself is already doomed, “I drop down [to Molly’s grave] too and say, ‘I’m going to hell anyway.’” He still refuses to give up on Mollymauk, still believes there is more time, hope, a path towards salvation. “Please don’t give up, you can still find your own life again. There will be time for that later.”

Zerxus’ sympathy for the devil, the pain he saw in an immortal being who knew only raw burning anger, this unbridled hatred--“You hate everything so purely. Oh, you poor thing...Look at how much you hate yourself”--the biggest gamble he ever took, his unconditional love and acceptance...it didn’t work then, not on Asmodeus, not when he was so far gone for far too long. 

But centuries from now, a thousand years from now, a newborn godling consumed by wrath and power will try to bring ruin to Exandria all over again. And at his core will be a heart, a shattered shard of a soul, caged and screaming out and clinging to this world by sheer force of will to save the people he loves. And when Caleb and the rest of the Nein reach out for him, he reaches back. And that trust, that belief in a person’s heart and soul and second starts--it will always mean something. 

#exu calamity spoilers #critical role spoilers #caleb widogast #widomauk #sorry i know this is very self indulgent but. i cant stop think about infernal gods and people who tried everything to reach them

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

'The Ghost of Black Rose Hall' Chapter 8: there's a heartbeat under the floorboards

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Sherlock ran outside straight for Black Rose Hall. Without a moment’s hesitation, he burst through the doors, quickly locating the stairs. He tried the attic door, but it was locked. After a couple tries, he successfully kicked the door in, finding Molly on the floor. He knelt by her side, hands cupping her face. “No,” he cried. Carefully, he leaned down to listen for a heartbeat. It was there, but it wasn’t strong. “Molly,” he said softly, “wake up. Please. You must. I won’t—“ His voice broke. “I won’t let this be your end.”

Quickly, he searched the room with his eyes, stopping when he found the chipped teacup. Most of the contents had spilled, but there was enough left for him to dip a finger in to taste it. His face scrunched at the strange taste, a cross between savory and sweet and a hint of bitterness. “Think,” he urged himself. “The woods.” His realisation hit him like a train, prompting him to pull out the vial from his pocket. It hadn’t been tested yet, but it was Molly’s best chance of surviving belladonna poisoning. With any luck, she hadn’t had enough to kill her, but still enough to keep her out of the way.

He lifted her head gently, and began to pour the antidote down her throat, praying to a God he didn’t believe in that it would work. Now all he could was wait. Holding her in his arms, stroking her hair, Sherlock didn’t realise he was crying until the tears clouded his vision. “Please,” he begged, “let her live.”               

She awoke, spluttering. Though her vision was blurry, she knew it was him. “Sherlock,” she spoke with sweet relief. Her mouth and throat felt dry. “The tea—“

“Shhh, you’re alright. I’ve got you,” he told her.

Molly reached up, wiping away his tears with her thumb. He laughed in disbelief. For most of his life, he had always believed that love was a losing game, that caring wouldn’t save a soul. But it wasn’t true. For it was his love for the woman he held that saved her.

“Where is he?” she asked, frightened, her head pounding. “He’ll kill you.”

He shook his head. “He ventured out into the woods. I don’t know how long we’ll have, but now is the time to search the place. Do you have the strength to stand?”

“Yes,” she nodded, allowing him to help her to her feet. She felt a little lightheaded, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. “I think I know where we should begin, but first”—Molly dug out something from beneath her broken bed—“this is the portrait I told you of.”

Sherlock took it into his hands. There was no denying that this was Eurus. “My sister.”

“You have a sister?” Molly asked, the shock obvious in her wide-eyed stare.

“Yes,” he admitted. “Her name was Eurus. I wasn’t aware of her existence until I had found a photograph of us as children in one of the old bedrooms I presume to have been hers. Musgrave Hall is my childhood home—one that I cannot fully recall growing up in. I did not realise the connection between her and your husband until this morning, though I suspected it.”

It was quite a lot to take in, but her mind only seemed to process one detail. “Was? She is dead?”

He nodded. “I’m afraid so. And quite recently too.”

Molly took his hand. “I am sorry, but we must begin our search now.”

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Down the stairs they went, moving swiftly and as silently as possible. The wood groaned beneath their weight. Sherlock followed her through the grand manor, noticing in all the ways it was falling apart. The house creaked and shuddered as if it was alive, just barely breathing. A loud crash of thunder startled the both of them just as they approached the large double doors leading to Moriarty’s study. She swung them open, gesturing for him to come along, and quickly shut them behind.

Sherlock furrowed his brows as he watched Molly begin to pull books off the shelves. “What are you doing?”

“There’s a passage below. One of these books is the key, but I never knew which one it was,” she explained.

He began helping her, all the books nearly gone, when he noticed a peculiarly plain spine of a large tome. Sherlock pulled it down, unsurprised at the light weight of it. He opened it up, revealing it to be hollowed out, a key tucked inside.

“Well, that could go to any of these locked doors.” Molly sighed.

Sherlock caressed her face with his hand, running his thumb along her cheekbone. “We’ll find it. I promised I would get you out of this, and I intend to keep that promise.”

Together they began searching the bottom floor, trying the key in the first couple of locked doors they came across. In the hall, it was difficult to see much. The rain had begun pouring down, the thunder more frequent.

In the distance, Sherlock heard voices—whispers. “Do you hear that?”

Molly nodded, taking a hold of his hand. Growing louder over the whispers was the feminine voice she had heard the night before, singing.

I that am lost, of who will find me?

Deep down below the old beech tree

Help succor me now the east winds blow.

“Sixteen by six, brother, and under we go,” Sherlock finished along with the voice, remembering the song from his childhood. Eurus sang it often after Victor’s disappearance. At the end of the hall, they spotted the faint image of a woman in an asylum patient’s gown. “Eurus.”

As they approached her, she walked on, and they followed. All the while, she hummed her song until she stopped in front of a door, tucked away beneath the stairs, hidden in the darkness. Molly grabbed a candle to help them see. She shivered, the old drafty house letting in the strong, cool winds outside.

The door clicked when Sherlock turned the key. He looked back toward the ghost of his sister, but she was gone…almost as if she were never there.

“Are you okay?” Molly asked, laying her hand upon his arm. Her voice sounded brittle, her throat drier than dead leaves.

He gave her a soft smile, but his eyes gave away his concern. “I am. Let us find what we need and get out of here.” He offered his arm to her. “Shall we?”

Quickly, they ventured down the stairs, the dampness of the air getting thicker the further underground they went. It was dark and frigid despite the small fireplace crackling in the corner. The only other light they had was from the candle Molly held. From what Sherlock could see, the place had been turned into a laboratory, much more advanced than his own collection of equipment.

Several tables were filled with all kinds of vials and glass beakers, substances unknown. Upon the wall was a series of small cupboards, seemingly with nothing inside, save for a couple of plant samples. Sherlock grabbed the sample toward the back, his fingers brushing up against a thin piece of wood that lifted out of place. He pulled the sprig out, gesturing for Molly to come closer with the light. He sniffed at it. “Belladonna. He must have been adding the juice from the berries in your tea mixture. It takes just about four to be fatal, but don’t worry, darling, this wasn’t a murder attempt. He only used enough to incapacitate you, though I’m sure he didn’t anticipate me developing a natural antidote. Can you lift the candle a little higher?”

Molly did as he asked, watching whilst he removed the false back of the cupboard. She gasped loudly, her disgust plain on her face. Not one to shrink away from anatomy or death, she couldn’t help but feel disturbed, knowing the story behind it. Inside, hidden away, were two jars, both preserving human hearts—the very ones her husband had most definitely tore from his victims’ chests. “Check the other cupboards; there must be at least five more.”

This was the proof they needed. Sherlock was thrilled to have found it. His Molly, though, having been subjected to this psychopath for almost two decades. She was lucky Moriarty needed her alive. The next two cupboards had two more jars of hearts in each. The third had the final one, along with two empty ones, their own names labeled on them.

A shiver ran through her. A loud bang sounded from above them. Molly jumped, scrambling toward Sherlock. He wrapped an arm around her. “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” he replied, his voice low, “but it can’t be good.” For a moment, they listened in silence. In one sudden move, Sherlock held her at arm’s length. “Listen to me closely. You need to hide right now.”

She shook her head. “What about you?”

Without a word, he kissed her firmly, wishing there was more time to savor it. “I love you,” he said breathlessly before leaving to meet his possible demise.

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