#Okay but Arthur does do this but towards my boyfriend

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omg can you write charles reaction to baby leclerc first kindergarten boyfriend and how jealous he would be 🥹🥹

no boys allowed | charles leclerc

in honor of my birthday, here’s one more baby leclerc fic <3

Ruby woke up ten minutes earlier than she should’ve. It was a new school day and she was more excited than ever. While her mom slept peacefully, Ruby was in her bathroom trying to untangle her hair, but each time she would end up with a knot in it. She gave up and ran to her mom and dad’s room with a brush stuck in her hair.

“Mama, I need help. Mama, wake up.” Ruby poked Y/n’s cheek repeatedly until her eyes fluttered open.

“Baby, what? What’s wrong?” Y/n rubbed her tired eyes. She then saw the mess on Ruby’s head. “Oh, baby girl.”

Y/n was alone with the kids since Charles was coming back from Italy for his home race. Mathéo slept in his nursery. Y/n got out of bed and took Ruby to her bathroom to fix the tangled hair.

“Why did you do this, Ruby?” The mother asked.

“Because I want to look pretty for my boyfriend!”

Y/n choked on her own saliva when she heard Ruby mention the word ‘boyfriend’. “When did this happen, Rubes? Does papa know?”

Of course Charles didn’t know. If he did, he would immediately change Ruby to a different school. Even if it was a pretend boyfriend, Ruby was still too young to be thinking about boys in his eyes. Thank god Charles wasn’t home.

“Yesterday he told me he loves me. Papa doesn’t know . . Yet! Can I tell him?” Ruby jumped up and down, eager to tell her papa about her love life.

“Not right now, baby. He’s working. But you can tell me all about him. What’s his name?” Y/n asked as she continued to brush through Ruby’s hair.

“His name is Ben and we’re getting married! Can you be my flower girl, mama? And uncle arthur can give us a ring.” Ruby said. “I want uncle pierre and kika to be at my wedding. I love Kika.”

Y/n chuckled. Ruby reminded Y/n of a younger version of herself, planning out her dream wedding, not having a single stressful moment. Y/n wished her Ruby would stay little forever.

“Okay, all done. Go get dressed, I have to get your brother ready.” Y/n pressed a kiss to the top of Ruby’s head and watched as the little girl ran off to her room. Before Y/n walked to Mathéo’s nursery, she grabbed her phone and texted Charles.

Y/n

Good morning my love. I’m going to take Ruby to school and when you get home, I have news to tell you. It’s important.

Charles

Good morning mon amour❤️ tell Ruby I love her and I miss her. Are you not going to give me a hint? I can’t wait that long

Y/n

Well it’s about our daughter. That’s all I’m telling you.

Charles

You’re an evil woman

I love you ❤️

Y/n

Love you more 🥰

She left her phone on her nightstand and walked to Mathéo’s room where he was not laying awake staring at the ceiling. “Good morning my little boy. Let’s get you ready for the day.”

After both kids were dressed, the Leclerc family was on their way to school. Ruby kept telling her mother about Ben and how good he was at drawing, counting from 1 to 100 and apparently he knew about f1 because of his dad. The school wasn’t that far away from their home so they walked.

“When is papa coming home?” Ruby asked.

“He should be here tomorrow or maybe even today.” Replied Y/n. Mathéo squealed from his spot in his stroller. “You’re exiting to see papa, Théo? He misses you too.”

“I can tell him about Ben! Can Ben come to the race with us? Please mama!” Ruby stopped walking to face her mother.

“I don’t know, Ruby. We have to talk to his parents first.”

When Ruby got to school, she refused to set foot into the classroom until Ben arrived. Five minutes later, a little boy with a Ferrari cap on ran towards Ruby and hugged her.

“Ben! Don’t run! You’ve tripped enough already!” A woman about Y/n’s age scolded the boy.

“Mama! He’s Ben, my boyfriend!” Ruby yelled as Ben put his arm around her shoulder.

“Nice to meet you Ben. I’m Ruby’s mom.” Y/n said to the little boy.

“So I guess we’re in laws?” Ben’s mom laughed. “I’m Clara, Ben’s mom. I’ve heard so many things about your little girl. Were you invited to their ‘wedding’?” Clara asked.

Y/n nodded. “You’re looking at the flower girl.” She joked.

“I’m jealous, Ben told me I have to pay for the whole thing!”

After school, Pascale, Lorenzo and Arthur would always arrive at Y/n and Charles’ house just to spend time together. Ruby absolutely loved it. This time, Charles joined since he had taken an early flight from Italy so when he got home, he found Ruby and Arthur doing some crafts on the kitchen table while Pascale, Y/n and Lorenzo were with Baby Mathéo in the living room.

“Papa!” Ruby threw her crayon on the table and ran to Charles.

Charles let his suitcase fall to the ground. He wrapped his arms around Ruby and picked her up, spinning her a couple time as she laughed. “You didn’t cause any trouble, did you?” He kissed her cheek.

“No! I’m a very good girl. Ask mama and Théo!” Ruby giggled.

“Okay, I’ll ask them right now.” Charles set her down and turned his attention to the rest of his family. “How was my boy while I was gone? Was Ruby good?” He sat next to Y/n on the sofa.

“He didn’t cry at night often, but he did miss his papa a lot.” Y/n passed the baby to Charles. “And yes, she was an angel.”

“Just him and Ruby missed me?” Charles teased.

“I missed you!” Arthur spoke from the kitchen table.

“Anyone else missed me? Anybody?” Charles looked around, ignoring Arthur. “I’m kidding, I missed all of you.”

“Oh! The news! Ruby, want to tell papa now?” Y/n prepared herself for Charles’ reaction. Everyone did.

“What news, Ruby?”

“I have a boyfriend!”

“Mon amour, grab Théo please.”

Y/n took the baby from Charles’ arms and watched his confused face.

“Baby, you can’t have a boyfriend.” Charles said to Ruby. “You’re too young and he is too.”

“But I already made him a card! Uncle Arthur is helping me!” Ruby pointed at Arthur, who immediately dropped the marker from his hands and froze.

“Arthur! Why are you helping my daughter make a card for a boy?!”

“She didn’t tell me it was for her boyfriend.” Arthur defended himself.

“Yes I did. I said ‘uncle arthur can you help me make a card for my boyfriend?’ and you said yes.” Ruby innocently said.

“I thought she was joking.”

Charles shook his head. He knew it wasn’t a real relationship but he still didn’t like the idea of his little girl already thinking about boys and relationships.

“And you haven’t even heard the best part yet. They’re getting married.” Lorenzo added followed by a loud laugh.

“No one is getting married!” Charles announced.

“So you and mama aren’t getting married?” Ruby asked.

“We are married, baby.” Y/n said confused.

“But Ben’s parents got married two times. He told me.”

“So his name is Ben. Where does he live?” Charles asked and before Ruby could answer, Pascale hit his arm. “Maman! This Ben can’t date my daughter!”

“They’re kids, Charles.” Pascale said, bringing in her granddaughter for a hug.

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a girlfriend when you were a little kid?” Y/n asked Charles. Not that he could remember, no he never did that.

“And you had a boyfriend when you were little?” Charles rolled his eyes, and watched Y/n stay silent. “No, someone was your boyfriend before me?!”

“This isn’t about me, now excuse me I have to practice my flower girl skills before the big wedding.”

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big reputations - part five

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ASKING DANIEL RICCIARDO THE MOST POPULAR F1 FAN QUESTIONS

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user1 this interview further proves that max is daniel’s emotional support boyfriend.

↳ user2 was that ever up for debate?

↳ user1 no, but you get what i mean.

user3 oh, he’s got those stupid stars in his eyes again. this man is down bad.

user4 i love how he never brushes off questions about daphne. every single time he answers the questions about her

↳ user5 take notes joe alwyn. this is how you talk about mother daphne.

↳ user4 the shade towards joe. this fandom will never let him rest.

user6 these two are never beating the dating allegations.

↳ user7 i don't think they want to

↳ user6 oh for sure, these two want to know how far this whole thing is going to go

user8 even if they aren't dating it's such an adorable friendship

↳ user9 it'll be official when he meets ryan and blake. that's when you know they are actually dating.

↳ user8 or when she meets christian and max, oh wait.

↳ user9 that's actually a good point

user10 someone stop this man from being so down bad for daphne.

user11 i am loving that max is daphne and daniel's third wheel.

↳ user12 i'm living for max teasing daniel. you know this man does it constantly and never let's daniel rest

↳ user11 oh i know max has never given him a moment of peace.

george russell everyday i am reminded that daphne jones fans are a different breed.

lando norris i would ask why but i have been on twitter today. apparently dts is trending on netflix

alex albon charles, mate, you've got the daphne fans crying.

charles leclerc oh god, what did i do now?

fernando alonso season 1 episode 8 charles leclerc oh.

daniel ricciardo is that why we're trending? i thought old tweets of mine were found and i was getting cancelled

esteban ocon have you said things that’ll get you cancelled?

daniel ricciardo no, but it’s a genuine fear estie! max verstappen at the ‘girlies’ have joined in on our mutual hatred for zak (oscar and lando you saw nothing) oscar piastri never thought i would see the day max verstappen said ‘girlies’

yuki tsunoda added one person

yuki tsunoda speaking of daphne jones ARE YOU TWO DATING RICCIARDO??

george russell yuki who did you add??

unknown number hello, it's liam lawson. george russell oh cool.

daniel ricciardo i don't feel like i have to expose my personal life to you people. i already see you too much.

max verstappen stop being a pussy and ask her out.

daniel ricciardo how about you shut the fuck up for once?

charles leclerc in the words of arthur, 'uh oh, the girls are fighting'

logan sargeant arthur's chronically online so it doesn't surprise me that he knows what that is.

valtteri bottas have you asked her out daniel?

nico hülkenberg i have to admit this is the highlight of my year, have you done it yet ricciardo??

kevin magnussen yes, have you?

mark webber MAN UP RICCIARDO! FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!

jenson button no pressure or anything, but have you?

daniel ricciardo oh for fucks sake. i hate all of you.

liam lawson i'm so confused.

liam lawson i thought they were dating already? considering what ajdbfwei

max verstappen sorry, liam is currently out of commission.

george russell why is that so fucking threatening? what did you do verstappen?

max verstappen nothing. liam is just out of it for the next 20-30 minutes

sergio perez i have never seen max's body move so fast. i fear liam is unconscious.

carlos sainz what the hell is happening?

daniel ricciardo what the hell did you do to liam? is he okay?

max verstappen liam is okay. i pinky swear it.

daphne jones what happened?

max verstappen i was not going to let liam ruin the magnificent plan that i made. he had to be silenced.

daniel ricciardo you make it sound like you killed the poor guy

daphne jones he makes it sound like he's a mafia hitman

max verstappen i could totally be a hitman.

daniel ricciardo cat-dad verstappen could never be a hitman. mad-max however is a different story.

max verstappen i could be a hitman who loves cats. hitmen have many sides to them daniel.

daniel ricciardo do you think this man could be a hitman?

daphne jones that man could never be a hitman

daniel ricciardo could max be a hitman?

charles leclerc absolutely not oscar piastri no fucking way sabrina carpenter i'm going to need context but the answer is no

max verstappen fuck you guys. i could be hitman.

daphne jones face it max, you could never be one.

sabrina carpenter however this version of max and charles could totally be hitmen

charles leclerc how the hell?

sabrina carpenter tiktok is a wonderful place.

daphne jones i thought it was the countless twitter tags asking if you had seen it already? sabrina carpenter oh no it came up on my for you page. it was a video called f1 quotes i quote on the daily. i, of course spiralled when i saw that specific part.

sabrina carpenter my favorite driver is kimi.

charles leclerc well he's retired. so who's your favorite driver on the grid right now?

sabrina carpenter fernando alonso

daniel ricciardo wow, that's so mean.

oscar piastri i would've said the same thing just to annoy you.

daniel ricciardo look who's no longer my favorite grid son

charles leclerc what the fuck? i'm a part of this group chat too.

daniel ricciardo you're on thin fucking ice until you tell xavi off or someone at ferrari.

max verstappen you can't seriously still be bitter about singapore

daniel ricciardo OF COURSE I CAN! HE WAS SACRIFICED MAX! LIKE A LAMB TO SLAUGHTER! I CAN BE BITTER IF HE WON'T!

sabrina carpenter i think charles has no choice but to enter his reputation era.

oscar piastri not yet, he hasn't hit rock bottom yet. charles leclerc and, in the rookie's opinion, what is rock bottom? oscar piastri dnf, dns, dsq max verstappen if at any point charles gets dsq'd i will be calling oscar a psychic. daniel ricciardo WHY WOULD YOU PUT THAT OUT THERE OSCAR??

sabrina carpenter so, mom, dad, are we going to qatar??

oscar piastri yeah, mom and dad, will you be at qatar?

max verstappen they went from being two strangers to mom and dad to three children in span of a few months.

charles leclerc he's only a few years older than me, how is he my father?

sabrina carpenter you dare argue with the twitter giriles?

charles leclerc no?

sabrina carpenter then congrats, you are now mine and oscar's older brother.

oscar piastri charles right now

max verstappen he should save that energy for xavi and ferrari

charles leclerc don't tempt me to crash into you max. i'll do it. then we'll have to wait another weekend to see you crowned world champion again

daphne jones THAT'S THIS WEEKEND? OH WE DEFINITELY HAVE TO BE A QATAR!

sabrina carpenter via air max?

max verstappen who told the pop girl about air max?

sabrina carpenter once again, tiktok is a wonderful place max verstappen once again, i hate you so much sabrina carpenter stay pressed sid. i'm their child and you are simply daniel's mistress. oscar piastri what is it the twitter people say? gagged him.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! can you tell i started rewatching dts now that the season is over? i actually do cry everytime i watch episode 8 of season 1. personally, i love suzuka, but i think the fia's choices with putting tractors on the track has given it a bad history. anyways, hope you enjoyed this, it's a little sad but i never write sad stuff so this is new.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet. enjoy!

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Little Leclerc || Seven

Ollie Bearman x Madelyn Leclerc (OC)

Summary: Charles and Arthur sees how happy their sister is with Ollie and accepts the relationship..

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Heyy! Loving the Little Leclerc series, can you do on where after Charles, Arthur and Madelyn have the argument she’s been ignoring them both and staying with Ollie. Maybe some of the f1 drivers talk to Charles and Arthur about it and they both eventually see how good Ollie treats their sister and accept their relationship. Thank you !! :))

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a/n: Sorry for the wait, I haven’t had the motivation to write but I’m back now so expect more updates on the way !!

Madelyn had been staying with Ollie and ignoring Charles and Arthur ever since their argument. Maddie even ignored Charles on race weekends and some of the other drivers had caught on.

Madelyn was making her way towards the F2 paddock but she was stopped by a certain Dutch driver who wanted to know what has happened between the Leclerc siblings.

“Mads! What’s happened between you and Charles?” Max asked. “Why does it concern you?” Madelyn replied as some other drivers walked over.

“You can tell us Maddie, it’s probably Charles just being stupid and we will sort him out” Carlos told her. “It’s just about me and Ollie, Arthur is the same as him too” Madelyn said.

“Awh, you got a boyfriend little sis?” Lando teased. “I ain’t telling you guys anything” Madelyn replied. “That means yes,” Alex added as they all laughed.

“Okay whatever, can I go now? F2 qualifying is about to start,” Madelyn told them. “You know that’s where Arthur is going to be and I saw Charles walk over there too” Carlos added.

“I know, I’ll just be Ollie’s garage” Madelyn replied and before they could say anything else she made her way to the F2 paddock.

~~

Madelyn clapped and had a big smile on her face when Ollie had gotten pole. Arthur had also qualified P3, she was very proud of the both of them.

While most of the team had made their way by the barriers to greet the three drivers that had qualified top three, Madelyn stayed in the garage.

It might of seemed strange to see Madelyn in the Prema garage, considering her brother was in a different garage. But Madelyn raced for Prema when she was back in F2 last year.

But she didn’t care if people commented on it.

She went into Ollie’s drivers room and waiting for him to come back after the interviews and everything else he was needed at.

Moments later the door opened, Madelyn stood up and made her way over to Ollie. The couple hugged tightly and Ollie kissed her cheek.

“Pole position!! I’m so proud of you!!” Madelyn said. “Thank you, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for your qualifying?” Ollie asked.

“Yeah, I better be going I just wanted to wait for you to see you” Madelyn told him. “Awh, I love you. I’ll see you in your garage in a bit” Ollie added.

“You aren’t going to Ferrari?” Madelyn asked. “I don’t particularly want to see your brothers, as you was in my garage today as well so” Ollie said.

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you!!” Madelyn replied. “I love you too!” Ollie called as Madelyn made her way out his drivers room, out of the garage and back towards the F1 paddock.

~~

Charles and Arthur were making their way to the Ferrari garage, but before they could enter. Some of the drivers caught up with the two brothers.

“You still not talking to Mads?” Carlos asked. “Why does it matter to you?” Charles replied. “She’s your little sister! You’re ignoring her over something that is both your own doing!” Max added.

“Well, she shouldn’t of gone behind our back dating someone who is my ex teammate and my friend” Arthur replied. “She did it for a good reason as she knew you would both act like this” George said.

“I’m sure you both didn’t tell her straight away when you got into a relationship first?” Lando asked which made the both Leclerc brothers stay quiet. “Yeah, that’s what I thought” Pierre added.

“Just talk to her? She hasn’t had anyone supporting her this weekend other than Ollie. Who treats her very well and makes her happy, I don’t know how you both can’t see it” Max told them.

Charles was about to say something when they all turned around as they heard the familiar laugh of the youngest Leclerc sibling.

“Ollie! Stop!!” Madelyn squealed as she ran away from him. But he got her and started to to tickle her which made her laugh even more.

“Babe!!” Madelyn giggled. “Okay, sorry!! I couldn’t resist doing it,” Ollie laughed. Madelyn jumped on his back as he carried her back into her garage.

“Okay, maybe you all are right..” Charles mumbled. “Not maybe, we are right. You both are the only ones who can fix this” Carlos added.

Charles and Arthur looked at each-other, knowing what they needed to do..

The started to make their way to the Alfa Romeo garage.

~~

"Mads, can we talk to you?" Charles asked as him and Arthur were outside her side of the garage "You need to talk to them, go" Ollie told her.

"Go in my drivers room, I will be there now" Madelyn told her brothers as they nodded and made her way to her drivers room. "I'll be fine here, now go and talk to them" Ollie said.

Madelyn made her way into her drivers room, closing the door when she entered and faced her two brothers. "What do you want to talk about?" Madelyn asked.

"We're sorry for the way we spook to you, we get now why you hid it from us because of our reactions.." Arthur said. "We can see how well Ollie treats you and we approve of the relationship" Charles added.

"I appreciate it, he does make me really happy. But, If I told you both at the beginning all of this could of been avoided so it's all my fault really.." Madelyn told them.

"Mads, it's not your fault. We know why you didn't want to tell us and also we never told you straight away if we had a girlfriend" Charles said. "We love you Maddie, can you forgive us?" Arthur asked.

Madelyn didn't say anything but instead wrapped her arms around her both brothers. "I do forgive you and i love you both too" Madelyn said as they all hugged tightly.

"So, what changed both of your minds?" Madelyn asked as they all pulled away. "Just some drivers, you have them wrapped around your finger don't you?" Charles added.

"Yeah I do, love them all!" Madelyn giggled.

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Group C, prompt B with you and Charles at his birthday party

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

prompt: one person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

at the head of the table, charles sat with a wide smile on his face, brighter than all the lights that were flashing at him. you sat next to him, smiling just as wide as your boyfriend squeezed your hand under the table.

“c'est fou,” charles shook his head, a laugh of disbelief escaped his lips, “tout ça pour moi?” this is crazy. all of this for me?

your eyes caught arthur’s on the other side of charles. he was frowning, his own eyes rolling at his brother’s words, “et moi, mais s'il te plaît, ignore-moi comme tu le fais toujours.” and me, but please, ignore me like you always do.

“alright, alright, let’s not get carried away,” you giggled, hand already coming up to close charles’ mouth just as it opened, “no fighting at your shared birthday celebration, please.”

arthur gave you a sickly sweet smile, “me? fight with my stupid older brother? never!”

“hey,” charles pushed arthur’s head away with one finger on his forehead, “if i’m stupid, what does that make you, huh? et je suis plus âgé que toi, traite-moi avec respect.” and i’m older than you, treat me with respect.

“tu dois mériter mon respect, je ne vais pas te le donner comme ça,” arthur leaned back in his seat smugly, “essayez plus fort.” you need to deserve my respect, i won’t just give it to you. try harder.

pascale came around, yanking arthur by his ear, “tu marches sur une fine couche de glace, gamin. traite ton frère avec respect, je ne te le redemanderai pas.” you're walking on thin ice, kid. treat your brother with respect, i'm not gonna ask you again.

charles smirked, sticking his tongue out at arthur. pascale turned to her older son, rolling her eyes while smacking him across the back of his head, “charles, s'il te plaît, arrête de te comporter comme un enfant. tu as vingt-cinq ans maintenant, arrête de contrarier ton frère.” charles, please stop behaving like a child. you're twenty five now, stop antagonizing your brother.

charles frowned, hand coming up to rub his head, “ah, ok, ok. maman, vous m'embarrassez.” ah, okay, okay. mom, you're embarrassing me. 

pascale narrowed her eyes at him, “tu peux penser que tu es un crack, mais tu es toujours mon fils et j'ai le droit de te gronder quand et comme bon me semble.” you might think you're some hotshot, but you're still my son and i get to scold you whenever and however i see fit.

your loud laughter caused several heads to turn your way. you hid your face behind your hands, shoulder shaking as charles whined at you to stop laughing.

“amour, please,” charles grabbed your hand, tugging it down, though you wouldn’t let him, “this is so embarrassing. defend me!”

you wiped under your eyes, hoping no makeup got smudged with the tears that formed from your laughter, “i am sorry, my love, but i can’t defend you. la mère sait toujours ce qui est le mieux.” mother always knows best.

pascale smiled at you, hand smoothing down your hair before she leaned over and pressed a kiss to your head, “ah, my favourite child,” she glared at her two boys who were looking at the two of you, “you guys should learn something from her.”

pascale walked away soon after, with arthur following behind her spewing complaints, leaving you with a pouting charles.

you giggled, “why are you pouting?”

charles’ pout deepened and he crossed his arms, moving his body away from you. to think this man had turned twenty-five today, you refused to believe it.

“oh, so i’m getting the silent treatment now?” more silence, “well, this is highly unfair. can i know why, at least?”

charles’ eyes flitted back to you. he stayed quiet for a second before breathing deeply, “you didn’t defend me.”

you held back the laugh that threatened to escape, “charles, are you serious right now?”

charles turned towards you, a deep frown on his face, “le plus grave.” the most serious.

you rolled your eyes, “you’re acting like a baby.”

charles said nothing, arms still crossed at his chest and a furrow in his eyebrows.

you sighed, “fine, i’m sorry i didn’t defend you. i promise i won’t leave you hanging like that ever again.”

his pout returned, “i don’t believe you.”

you leaned closer, lips pressing against his pout. you pulled away shortly after, charles unwilling to cave.

his pout remained, although his eyes showed slight flashes of amusement. you hummed, “guess i’ll just have to try again.”

you leaned forward once again, this time pecking his mouth multiple times before pressing a single long kiss against his lips, hard. seconds into the kiss, you felt his lips quiver, pout transforming into a smile. his teeth just barely grazed your lips before he pulled back, unable to keep his laughter down.

his shoulders shook as he shook his head, “fine, fine, i believe you.”

“good,” you smiled, leaning back in your seat, “now, stop acting like a drama queen. you’re worse than arthur.”

charles’ laughter stopped, eyes wide as he stared at your side profile. he gasped, “you did not.”

you gave him a saccharine smile, “oh, but i did.”

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Chapter Ten

A/N: Two chapters in 24 hrs! Look at me! 😂😂 but enjoy! ⭐Comment, reblog & share!⭐

Warnings: Cursing, strong emotions ahead, typos, 18+ MINORS DNI!

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Chapter Nine

Another three days passed with Zilla staying with Bronco. He would sneak to the apartment late at night to grab clothes when he knew Moriah was asleep. Watching her sleep gave him a dull ache in his heart for her. It wasn't fair that Nadine had made so many unjust decisions for them. There was nothing anybody could say to him that would make him ever forgive Nadine. Before he left the apartment, he made sure to fill her work cup with ice and put it in the freezer for her and put snacks in her purse because she always forgot. He was honestly surprised she didn't notice but then again she never did. 

Slipping back into Bronco's house, he tried to move as quietly as possible so he didn't wake Bronco's little brother. As he moved towards the living room he heard a soft squeal.

“Aye you good in here?” He called out as he walked through the doorway then quickly turned his back seeing Toni sitting top less in his friend's lap. “Oh shit, my bad, B.”

Bronco laughed wrapping the throw blanket around her. “You good, shoulda been in my room anyway. You got what you need?”

“Yeah, I got it. Nice to see you again, T.” He chuckled with his back still to them.

Toni hit her boyfriend, who was still laughing. “It's not funny, Bronco. Nice to see you too, Zilla. Where were you?”

“You really wanna know or you askin cause it's awkward?” 

“Both,” she laughed getting off Bronco's lap, “Answer please.”

He held up his bag for her to see. “Went to get clothes from the apartment.”

“So you saw Rye? Did everything go okay? Well of course it didn't if you're here.” Toni rambled on until Bronco moved to stand behind her and gripped her shoulders. “Huh? Sorry, I'm talking too much. I'm just worried.”

“Ain't no need to worry. He ain't wake her, she don't know he been there.”

Securing the throw blanket around her torso, Toni moved closer to the younger man and turned him around to face her. 

“It's been damn near a week, Zilla. How long are you gonna do this? She already thinks you hate her, this is not helping.”

“That's what I been tryna tell him,” Bronco added, making Zilla suck his teeth. 

“Fat know I don't hate her. I text her. We good, T.”

“That might work with Bronco but that does not work with me,” she fussed. “She doesn't know that because besides you texting her that you love her, you don't say anything else to her and you're not at home.”

He huffed shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Listen, I appreciate you being there for Fat and all that but we straight. I got it.”

“You got it? Yeah, okay. I understand that you're hurting and processing right now but you're literally doing exactly what her mom said you would do. You left her by herself, Zilla. She's alone every day and every night while you're here with your friend every night.”

Toni pushed past him, going to Bronco's bedroom careful not to slam the door. 

“Damn, she kinda feisty,” Bronco chuckled, “But you know she's right. You can't keep runnin, bruh. You gotta talk to her at some point. Good night, man.”

Getting back to the guest room, Zilla got situated for the night and responded to a few texts he had. Jon had invited him and Moriah to the house for a cookout, even though he told him no the first time Jon continued to ask until Zilla gave in. As they were talking a facetime call from Arthur came through. He debated on answering for a few moments before ultimately answering. 

“Damn you wasn't gon answer the phone?” 

“I was gettin in the bed. What's up?”

Arthur knew his little brother well. He could fool their other brothers and occasionally their mother but it was very rare that he could get past Arthur. 

“You tell me. What's going on with you?”

“Nun, wrestlemania season so it's busy.”

“Now that you got ya lie out ya system, let's try the truth, Isayah. You know whatever you tell me don't go no further.”

Zilla couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him, it was dipped in sarcasm. “Oh trust me, I know you can keep a secret.”

Arthur's face scrunched up, giving his brother a confused look. “It's obviously something you wanna say so say it. Get it off ya chest.”

“Why you ain't tell me?” He asked after a minute. 

“Tell you what?”

“About Angel. You knew and ain't say shit.”

Arthur sighed, wiping his free hand down his face. “This ain't what you wanna hear but that wasn't my place to tell you, Isayah. It wasn't my business to tell. That was for Moriah to tell you.”

Zilla rolled his eyes. “Okay so why not tell her to tell me before?”

“Do you think she wanted to hold this shit in this long? No, she didn't. She wanted to tell you but she been terrified to tell you since the moment that test came back positive.”

“I hear you.”

“If you're acting this way with me then I can only imagine how you acting with her about this.” Arthur paused to gather his thoughts. “That's why y'all ain't been answering our calls. She told you and you lost your shit, didn't you?”

He sucked his teeth hard. “I ain't lose shit. She told me and I left.”

“The hell you mean you left? You left the room? That's what you better mean.”

“Left the apartment. I needed to get away from the whole thing before I took it out on her.”

“You got air then what?”

“That's it. I ain't been back since and before you start I'm not tryna hear shit about it.”

Arthur chuckled under his breath. “I don't care what you don't wanna hear. It's fine for you to want space after hearing that but running from it won't change it. You do know that, right?”

“I know that, Arthur.” 

“I know that look on your face so tryna say anything else to you is pointless right now so ima go. You call or text me when you wanna talk.”

Before Zilla could say anything else, Arthur disconnected the call. He could add another person to the list that felt his anger that didn't deserve it. The whole situation with Angel was eating at him, the person he wanted to take his anger out on was nowhere near and he wasn't calling her. Not yet at least. 

Zilla

12:45am

Remember u said if I ain't find 1, u would fine 1 fa me?

Aunt Kami

12:45am

Yup.

Zilla

12:46am

I ain't find 1

Aunt Kami

12:48am

Gotcha. I'll let you know when your appointment is.

Zilla

12:49am

Thank u. I owe u

Aunt Kami

12:50am

No you don't. Is everything okay?

Zilla stared at the text trying to figure out how he wanted to answer. He knew Moriah is the closest to her Aunt Kami and her Aunt Gabi but he wanted her to have control of how much she wanted them to know. 

Zilla

12:55am

Not really but ion wanna talk about it. 

Aunt Kami

12:56am

That's perfectly fine, Zilla. But if you do, you know I'm here. Go to sleep, love yall

Zilla

12:56am

Love you 2

Getting out of bed was hard for Moriah and going to work was even harder. Having to act like everything was okay especially in front of Thomas so he didn't raise suspicion to her mother was tiring. Zilla buying her a car made it a little easier since he hasn't picked her up from work since. Even though Thomas worked her nerves, the kids on the pediatric floor gave her a little joy.

Entering her five year old patient's room, Moriah got sanitizer and approached the bed with a smile. She greeted her parents softly then laughed seeing her patient faking sleep. 

“Nia's sleeping? I thought she was up.”

The mother smiled, her eyes crinkled in the corners. “Thought so too. Guess she fell asleep.”

“Well I guess I have to give this pop it game to my other patient then,” Moriah playfully started to walk backwards. 

Nia's eyes popped open followed by her giggles. She reached her hands out. “Noooo! I'm awake! I'm awake!”

Her parents and Moriah laughed along with her. She approached the bed again, taking the game from her pocket to give to the five year old. 

“The gopher game! You found it!”

“I did, I told you I would. I got you, girl.”

“Thank you! Thank you!”

Moriah started to check her vitals. “You're so welcome, friend. I talked to Dr. Harris and he told me that you can take it with you to pre-op while you wait.”

“Yes!” She squealed excitedly. 

“And when you come out of surgery, what would you like to eat?”

“Anything?”

Moriah winked at her. “Anything, friend.”

“Spaghetti and meatballs!”

“You're gonna turn into a meatball, Nia.” The dad joked. 

Moriah finished up and went to grab more sanitizer. “Spaghetti and meatballs it is, friend. Mom and Dad, Dr. Harris and another nurse will be in shortly to talk to you a little more about her surgery then take her to pre-op.”

The mother stood quickly. “Wait, aren't you going to surgery with her?”

“Well, no ma'am. I'm sorry.”

“Could you?” She asked, grabbing Moriah's hand. “Please. It would make us and her feel much better if you did. You've been so good to us the last few days, she just adores you.”

Moriah rolled the thought around in her head. “I'll check with the team and make sure it's okay. Alright?”

Leaving the room, Moriah walked around the floor looking for Dr. Harris. She found the slender, salt and pepper African American man engulfed in a conversation with Thomas. The sight of him repulsed her but she pushed it aside for her patient. 

“I'm sorry to interrupt, Dr. Harris. I wanted to run something by you about Nia Whitfield's surgery.” Her eyes shifted momentarily to Thomas. “In private.”

Dr. Harris smiled, he was always a jovial man. It's why the kids in the pediatric floor loved him. 

“Of course, Nurse DeBreaux. And it's okay if Gardner stays, he's going to be in surgery with me shadowing.”

It took every bit of willpower for Moriah not to roll her eyes at that. 

“Isn't that … great. Nia and her parents would feel more comfortable if I went into surgery with her. I know you had another nurse scheduled with you and I understand if we can't change it but I wanted to try.”

Dr. Harris waved his hand dismissively. “Never be fretful to ask to switch in my surgeries. I want my patients and families to be as comfortable as possible,” he explained. “If they want you then they got you. I'll meet you at her room in fifteen minutes.”

With that, he walked off towards his office she presumed leaving her with Thomas. He stepped closer, she took two steps back and held her hand out to stop him. 

“Stay out of my personal space, Thomas.”

“Our first surgery together. Aren't you excited, Moriah?” He asked, smiling from ear to ear. 

“Not at all. You need to focus on not messing up in there instead of on me.”

He shrugged. “It's just a hernia removal. Piece of cake. In and out in an hour tops.”

She rolled her eyes. 

“You heard what I said.”

“How's your boy? One of my patients had the show on last night, he's not bad.”

Moriah turned to walk away from him, mumbling to herself. Getting transferred back to the emergency department wasn't happening quick enough for her. Between the rift with her and Zilla and Thomas always in her face at work, she was more than tired. 

Hassan pulled up to the house he knew Tamera would be showing in the next couple of hours, parking discreetly behind hers. He grabbed the flowers he had gotten her before jumping out and heading for the porch. The door was open, he knocked on the door frame as he entered. He didn't have to wait long for Tamera to come out, her heels clicking against the impressive marble flooring. Her smile grew wider seeing Hassan.

“What are you doing here, Hassan?”

He gave her the flowers then kissed her cheek. “I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by. Happy to see me?”

His heart swelled as he watched inhale the flower's scent excitedly. 

“Yes of course I'm happy to see you. But in the neighborhood, sir?” She laughed. “You live forty five minutes from here.”

He pulled her into a tight hug. “Not the point. You mentioned you didn't have flowers for the house today so here I am.”

“Thank you,” she grabbed his hand, pulling him with her through the house to the kitchen. “I'll put them in a case. They're very beautiful, Hassan.”

“Just like you.”

Their eyes met, her eyes flickered with a very familiar flame that Hassan acted like he didn't see. The flame in her eyes was the same flame that burned inside of him but he wanted to make sure she knew what she was getting into with him. Gabi and Moriah would say that he was stalling but he hadn't and didn't plan on asking them. 

“You are slicker than can of oil, Mr. DeBreaux.”

“And you, Ms. Jefferson, are sweeter than honey.”

Tamera checked her watch then glanced back at Hassan, a smile rose to his face again. 

“Two hours until your appointment, Tamera.”

She hummed, filling a vase with water. “Guess we better put those two hours to good use then.”

His phone rang interrupting their stare down. Seeing his ex-wife's name made him internally groan but he excused himself and stepped out of the sliding door to the backyard.

“How can I help you, Nadine?”

“Am I interrupting you or something? You sound irritated.”

He chuckled. “You know I don't enjoy talking to you, Didi. What is it?”

“Well that's rude, Hassan. I was just calling to check on Moriah. Apparently she's blocked my number.”

“You say that like it's a surprise. She meant it when she said she was done.”

Nadine scoffed into the phone. “Anyway, how's my baby? Have you talked to her today? I heard she's going into her first surgery today.”

Hassan took the phone away from his ear to stare at it for a moment. “No, I haven't talked to her today but she's fine. How the hell did you hear that?”

“I have my ways. Later on, you need to call and ask her about it. And tell her to call me, this is something we need to talk about.”

He took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. “I'm not telling her anything, she'll call if she wants. Whatever person you got keeping tabs on her at that hospital needs to stop.” He spat harshly. 

“If you think I'm gonna just stop looking out for my baby because she's upset with me right now then you're sadly mistaken,” Nadine fussed. “This isn't the first time, she'll get over it. She got over that damn baby, didn't she? Exactly so she'll be fine.”

“That damn baby was your grandson, Nadine! He was a part of you and you took his life! You took him, you traumatized our daughter, who is also a part of you and you act like it was nothing!”

“Oooh,” she cackled, “I struck a nerve if Hassan is yelling. Not cool, calm and collected Hassan getting out of character over that bastard baby.”

“You would stoop so low and hurt our daughter because you're pissed at me? You're pissed at me for something that didn't have to change anything about our lives, Nadine.”

Laughing, she mocked him, not bothering to give him an actual response.

“What if she would've hurt herself? What then?”

“Oh please that girl is weak but she's not that weak. She would never.”

He chuckled bitterly. “Because you know her so well, right? Nadine, stop trying to hurt my daughter. Leave her alone, let her be and let her live her life.”

“Your daughter?” She snorted. 

“Yes, my daughter.”

“Goodbye, Hassan.”

The urge to chuck his phone into the pool a few feet away from him was strong. Instead he stuffed it in his pocket and took slow, deep breaths to calm himself down. No one could make him as angry as his ex-wife and he hated it. Some would say it was because he was still in love with her and reached to be her but they didn't know him. He hated who his ex-wife became right before and after their divorce, he didn't know her. Feeling hands on his back, he jumped a little then relaxed remembering he was there with Tamera.

“Didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to check on you. You looked stressed.”

He wiped a hand down his face. “I'm sorry about that, it was my ex-wife. I'm alright though.”

She gave him a small smile, taking his hands in hers.”You don't have to be sorry, I understand about exes. We can talk about it, if you want. Or not talk.”

“Not talking sounds good,” he smiled. 

Bronco and Zilla sat on the floor in front of one of the practice rings with a few of their peers listening to Booker and Regal talk to them.  Since their interaction after the run in with Thomas, Zilla and Booker hadn't said much to each other if it wasn't work related. 

“Getting TV time doesn't mean you stop practicing and working hard to get better,” Regal informed looking at each of them. “The goal is to stay on TV. Right?”

The group acknowledged him with an answer.

“So if you all know then why are we here right now?”

Silence. 

Booker ran a hand over his locs, stepping in to add his own thoughts. “It's great that yall go to promo class, it's great that you're getting TV time but what's not great is yall either half assing it during drills and practice or not showing up at all.”

Zilla honestly didn't understand why he had to be in this conversation. He went to practice, he went to class and he did his thing on TV. With everything he had in his plate, the lady thing he wanted or needed was to be chastised about something he wasn't doing. The whole time Booker spoke, he rolled his eyes and scrunched his face up which didn't go unnoticed by the older man. 

“Is there a problem, Zilla?”

He sucked his teeth. “Nah, mane. Go head.”

“You sure? Cause the eye rolling and facial expressions is telling me something different.”

Again, he sucked his teeth. “Man, go head. I ain't say nothing, did I?”

“This is something I need everybody to understand right now. Don't take me for no sucka, I don't disrespect any of you so don't disrespect me,” he moved closer to Zilla as he spoke until he was in front of him and snatched the younger man up from the floor, ripping his shirt in the process. “Cause if you wanna get disrespectful, I can show you how I handle disrespect. Is that understood?”

The two men stood nose to nose with no intentions of backing down. Zilla's chest puffed out from his heavy breathing, his jaw tight and his eyes burned. Booker maintained eye contact with him, seeing the tears in his eyes. Bronco watched the interaction wanting to step in but he knew it wasn't his place and he knew his friend needed it. 

“I asked a question. Is it understood?”

Zilla scrunched his face to keep his tears at bay and choked out a ‘yeah’. Booker turned him around and pushed him gently towards the door, letting Regal know they'd be back. He guided the younger man to his office, closing the door behind them, then went to sit on the corner of his desk as Zilla dropped into one of his chairs. 

“Let it out, man.”

Zilla choked back a sob, wiping angrily at his eyes. “I'm good.”

“You ain't. Ain't no way you are. I looked into your eyes, man. You're not good.” Booker said softly. 

“I am. My bad for what happened.”

“I accept your apology but man it's okay to not be okay. Is everything okay with you and Rye? Or is this about your dad?”

Pulling up the end of his now ripped shirt, Zilla wiped his face with it. He cried softly, unable to hold it in anymore. 

“Both,” he mumbled beneath the fabric of the shirt. “This shit is hard, man.”

“I know it's hard, I know it is but turning on the people trying to help you won't make it any easier, Isayah. Your people love you,” Booker explained, moving to kneel in front of the younger man. “Lean on the people that love you instead of leaning away. I know it's hard to be vulnerable but sometimes it's necessary. Alright?”

Zilla nodded, pulling the shirt from his face. “Aight.”

With a smile, Booker stood then pulled Zilla up and into a hug. “Go change your shirt and come back to practice. But understand I meant what I said, I'll put you right on your ass if you do that again.”

Zilla chuckled and agreed. 

They left the office going in opposite directions, Booker back to the practice rings and Zilla to the locker room to change shirts. On his way, he went ahead and pulled the ripped shirt off, stuffing part of it into the front of his doors, letting it hang. 

“Hey, Zilla!”

Not stopping his stride, Zilla threw his hand up at Gia. “What's up?”

She jogged a little to catch up with him. “Damn you walk fast. Why you in such a hurry?”

“Gotta get back to practice.”

“Your face is red,” she observed stepping in front of him to stop him, “Are you okay? You wanna talk?”

“I'm good, just hot,” he lied, wanting to get away from her. “Ain't nothin to talk about.”

“I feel like you're lying. You can talk to me, Zilla. I'm a good listener.” She smiled, rubbing her hand up and down his bare arm. 

He moved her hand off of him, placing it back at her side. “Like I said, I'm good and if I'm not, I talk to my lady or my mama.”

“That girl of yours must have you on a short leash,” she joked. “I mean I can't blame her, I'd wanna hold on to you too.”

He scrunched his face. “I ain't on a leash. I respect my lady and our relationship.”

“Sorry, sorry. I'm just saying every time I talk to you, she comes up. I know she's there, you don't have to worry I'm not gonna try anything. I can appreciate a good looking man and be respectful.”

Shaking his head, Zilla moved around her and went to the locker room. After he changed his shirt, he checked his phone to see if he had any notifications. 

Aunt Kami

9:33am

Saturday @ 10am. I'll send the location. You can take Rye if you want. 

Zilla smiled a little at the message. 

Zilla

1:15pm

My bad, been workin. Thank u, Auntie!!!!

He exited their thread then went into Moriah's. His smile grew a little wider. 

Moriah

11:30am

Just wanted to let you know that I'm going into my first surgery in 30 minutes! It's a short one, not more than a hour but I'm so nervous and excited! 

Zilla

1:20pm

I'M SO DAMN PROUD OF YOU, FAT!! I know u did amazing, baby. I love u

Zilla tucked his phone away and locked his things back up before he left the locker room. He opted to run back in order to avoid Gia, in case she was lurking around. 

After surgery, Moriah stayed with Nia long enough for her to wake up so she knew Moriah had been there the whole time. When her parents came in, she slipped out to go grab the food she had delivered for the young girl. She sat it up in Nia's room with Toni's help.

“You need to get your man to go on back home.”

Moriah chuckled softly. “If I could, I would, Toni. What happened?”

“He walked in on us last night. Interrupted my moment.”

Moriah laughed, taking a peek at her friend's face. “A moment that you swore wasn't gonna happen because yall are just friends?”

“That is not the point, ma'am. The point is, it was interrupted.”

“I got more than a I love you today so maybe he'll be back soon,” Moriah shrugged, putting the parents’ food to the side. “Tell me about it though. Did you finally get some? Cause if you did, I'm gonna need him to try again you still mean.”

Toni wadded up a napkin and threw it at her friend. “I am not mean. No, we didn't. After that lil run in, the mood was killed.”

“Damn, I'm sorry. Try again tonight, at your place.”

“We can't leave his brother by himself, Rye.”

Moriah thought for a moment. “He can spend the night with me. I could use the company and I'll take him to school on my way to work tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan. Two birds with one stone. I'll let Bronco know.”

Before Moriah left the hospital, she stopped by Nia's room to check on her and to let her know that she would see her in the morning. She stopped by the store to get something to cook for dinner and snacks for him before she went home. She texted Toni to let her know that they could drop him off whenever they were ready. 

A facetime call interrupted her music as she cooked. She answered it quickly, seeing Arthur's name. 

“My favorite!” She said excitedly. 

“Hey, sweetheart. How you doing?”

She propped her phone up so they could see each other while she cooked. “I'm alright, Art. How are you?”

“I'm okay. Worried about you though.”

She smiled briefly at him. “I'm okay, no need to worry about me.”

“If you lie to me, I can't help, Rye.”

Setting her tongs to the side, she leaned against the counter behind her and stared at the phone. 

“I'll be okay, Art. It'll be okay. I promise.”

“I talked to him. He told me you told him about Angel and he left. Why you didn't call me, manamea?”

She shrugged. “I didn't think he would be gone this long. I thought he would've come back the next day and when he didn't … I don't know. I just didn't wanna talk. He's so mad.”

“He's mad, he's hurt, he's angry but not with you. I don't know if he bit your head off but he tried to bite mine off,” Arthur chuckled, “But he knows it's misplaced anger. He knows.”

“Yeah,” she said softly, wiping her eyes. “It's been a week but he's texting back now at least.”

Arthur wished he could teach through the phone and hug her because he knew she needed one. This is what she had been terrified of all these years and it was happening. 

“What did he do when you told him?”

“He asked questions, he would barely look at me. He yelled at me but he apologized right after. I was frustrating him.”

“Frustrating him?”

“He asked me what happened to Angel and where he was and I was telling him that I didn't wanna tell him.”

Arthur sat quietly for a moment, he wanted to say that his little brother shouldn't have done that but given the situation and the emotions in that moment, he could understand it. 

“You weren't frustrating him, the situation was, Rye. Do you want me to come out there? I can clear my schedule for yall.”

She shook her head moving back to the stove. “No you don't gotta do that. We'll figure it out.”

“I hate this for yall but I'm proud of you for telling him, Rye. And I know you're glad you were able to tell him before Nadine did.”

The doorbell going off interrupted their conversation, she let him know that she would call him later and went to get the door. She smiled seeing Javier standing there with his bookbag and overnight bag. She hugged him then invited him in, she took his bags sitting them beside the sofa. 

“I'm so glad you're here Javi. Dinner is almost ready. You didn't eat yet, right?”

“No ma'am, my brother told me you were cooking. Thank you for having me.”

She cooed, going to pinch his cheeks. “Awwe, you're so polite. You can call me Rye, okay? You don't have to say ma'am, I'm not that old yet.”

He laughed going to sit on the sofa. Moriah went to close the door but was stopped by a hand. She panicked for a second then noticed the ‘630” tattoo and breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the door back for him. They locked eyes as he stepped inside, pushing the door closed with his hand. 

“Hi,” she greeted softly. 

He greeted her just as softly. “What's up, Fat?”

She wanted to hug him but she honestly didn't know if she should or could so she played with her fingers to keep from touching him. 

“I'm gonna go finish dinner.”

He nodded. “Ima shower real quick. You need anything before I get in?”

She shook her head. 

“You sure before I get in?”

She smiled a little at the familiarity. “I'm sure, Zay.”

Again, he nodded then turned his attention to Javier. “Aight, Javi, make sure she don't burn our food, man.”

The trio sat on the sofa eating dinner and watching one of the John Wick movies. Moriah sat between them, trying to ignore her boyfriend's eyes constantly staring a hole into the side of her face. He would look away long enough to take bites of his food and catch a scene or two but that was it. At least she knew he'd missed her as much as she'd missed him. When they were all done, Moriah took their dishes to the kitchen and cleaned up while Zilla showed Javier how the shower worked and set up his blanket and pillows on the sofa. He was done before Moriah so he went to lean against the breakfast bar to watch her. 

“How did the surgery go?”

She jumped and squealed, turning to face him. “Dammit, Zay. I forgot you were here.”

“My bad,” he chuckled. 

“It's alright. It went really good. It was a hernia removal on a 5 year old.”

He frowned. “How does a 5 year old get a hernia?”

“When their intestines bulge through the abdominal wall inside the belly button they can develop one.”

“That sound painful. How was it seeing it?”

Moriah smiled as she wiped down the counter. “It was really cool honestly. It was crazy to see how big it was. She was a trooper though.”

“Yeah? She went home today?”

“Uhn uhn. She'll be there two more days and she's excited about it cause she doesn't wanna leave me.”

He chucked. “I bet you love that.”

“A lil,” she laughed.

He let her finish her cleaning in silence, keeping his eyes on her. Javier came back out to the living room and got comfortable on the sofa, remote in hand. 

“You got your alarm set, Javi?”

“Yup, all set, Rye.”

“Your phone on the charger?”

He sat up to check it. “Yup, it's good. Can I watch TV?”

“Sure,” she smiled, “If you want a snack or drink, you're welcome to whatever is in the kitchen, Javi.”

He grinned at her before turning his attention to the TV. “Thank you.”

Zilla approached Moriah, speaking softly. “Can we talk outside, Fat?” When she agreed, he grabbed her hand. “We gon step outside for a few, Javi. Yell if you need us.”

They sat beside each other on the first step, shoulder to shoulder. The night breeze gently whipped around them. 

“First, let me apologize for walkin’ out like that and not lettin’ you know I was aight. No matter how upset I was, that wasn't right.”

“I accept your apology, Zay.”

“Second, I don't hate you and I'm not mad at you so get that thought out your head. You my Fat and I love you.”

She nodded, blinking a few tears out. “I love you too.”

“I can't imagine how scared you was that whole time and the pain that must've caused. You needed me and I wasn't there, I'm sorry, Moriah.”

She laid her head on his shoulder, crying softly. She wanted to tell him that he didn't need to apologize but she needed to hear that. 

“Thank you for apologizing. I gotta be honest, a part of the reason I was so mad at you and refused to come see you was because of Angel.” She admitted softly. “I knew that my mom would've probably still did what she did if you weren't locked up but I wanted you there. I needed you, Angel needed you and you left us.”

His face scrunched as he tried and failed to keep his tears at bay. They betrayed him, slipping from his eyes in rapid succession. He moved the arm she laid on, wrapping it around her and pulling her closer to him. 

“I regret not being there for you and him, it's something ima spend the rest of my life tryna make up for. I appreciate you been honest with me, Fat. I gotta be honest with you too.”

“I'm listening.”

“I love you and I don't wanna lose you but if you let your mom back in your life, I can't promise that ima stay. My love for you is the only thing keepin me from doin anything to her. I can't have her in my life, Moriah.” He spoke honestly. “She took our baby from us and probably any possibility of having another. She took what would've been a piece of my pops from me and my family. Do you get that?”

“I got it, Zay. I do.”

“That's the only thing I'm asking of you. Keep her out of our lives. She don't want shit but to tear us down and tear us apart. You got me, my family, your dad and the rest of your family … you don't need shit from her.”

“I'm done with her. She's not coming back unless you and I decide that she can. I've washed my hands of her. I promise.”

Nodding, he put his finger under her chin tilting her head back. He wiped the lingering tears from her face then kissed her softly. 

“I love you, aight?”

“Aight,” she giggled softly. “I love you more.”

“Damn I missed you.”

“Not as much as I missed you, big head.”

“Two more things though.”

She raised a brow waiting for him to finish. 

“We changing your number tomorrow.”

“Okay, second thing?”

“Since Zilla can't get you pregnant right now, can Zilla throw his condoms out?” He laughed. 

“Boy,” she laughed, “They're tied not burnt but I guess you can throw them out.”

“What that mean?”

“It means that there's a small chance that I can get pregnant but very small. And if we want I can reverse the procedure but it's not guaranteed to work.”

Zilla pecked her lips a few times making her giggle. “Well guess we gon find out how small that chance is.”

#aao #Zilla & Moriah #zilla fatu #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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He's My (Boy)Friend (Arthur Fleck x Reader)

Prompt: Arthur thinks you both are just friends. You believe you've been dating for weeks and are just taking it slow. Misunderstandings ensue.

Note: I am back. As I said on a little post on my page, I couldn't get into this account for the longest time. After a year of not writing for Arthur, here is a new reader fanfic. I hope you enjoy. Please keep in mind that I am very rusty (as I haven't written anything remotely creative in a year), and this may be out of character.

Warnings: Some cursing Word Count: 2453

You’re used to getting yourself into situations.

There are situations in your personal relationships, situations at work, and really, if you’re being honest, your life is mostly one giant situation. However, one constant in your world since moving to Gotham City is Arthur Fleck.

The conversations between you and him have always been easy and unconditional. Neither of you expects the other to fill the silence every time you’re together. Instead, you’re both happy just existing in each other’s space until the next topic of thought comes up naturally.

That’s not to say your connection with him is boring—oh no. Arthur quite literally crashed into your world at Pogo’s Comedy Club one night after tripping into your table and sending your drinks flying onto the ground around you. Since then, your relationship with him has been a whirlwind of comfortable discussions, movie nights, and private comedy show’s containing Arthur’s best jokes.

And because of that, you’ve put absolutely no effort into stopping your heart from calling him near.

“Y/N, did you hear me?”

You glance up to see Arthur’s neighbor Sophie standing in front of you with a smirk. Her brown eyes flicker with amusement as she leans against the wall of the building’s lobby.

“Sorry, Soph,” you smile sheepishly. “I was thinking.”

She gives you a knowing look before asking, “What about?”

“You know, just life things,” you shrug, trying to move past her towards the elevator that will take you to Arthur’s floor.

“Life stuff? I believe I’m familiar with that,” she chuckles, following you. “Does this ‘life stuff’ have anything to do with the long-haired, awkward clown from upstairs?”

“He’s not…awkward,” you tell her, pushing the button to the floor and leaning back to look at her. “He’s a nice guy.”

“People can be awkward and nice, you know? The two aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“Fine, he might be a little awkward, but he’s charming too,” you say, crossing your arms. “He’s really sweet and funny, and he cares about people, Sophie. It’s not like you and I are so perfect and—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” she interrupts you before putting a hand on your arm and giving it a squeeze. “I’m not trying to make fun of Arthur, okay? Relax.”

You sigh. “Sorry, people can just be so shitty to him that sometimes I forget not everyone is trying to be malicious.”

“It’s all good,” she smiles. “You gotta stick up for your boyfriend, right?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, biting your lip. “My boyfriend.”

The elevator comes to a shaky stop, and the doors slide open with a piercing screech. You step out into the hallway and take a right, walking silently towards Sophie’s apartment.

After a few quiet seconds, she glances over at you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Arthur’s apartment is back the other way,” she says, pointing past the elevator to the other end of the long hallway.

“I know, I just—” you stop, hesitating on your next words. “I need some advice.”

Sophie stays quiet, prompting you to continue, but the familiar feeling of embarrassment washes over you as you contemplate your next words to her.

“I’m sorry, I know you’ve got to get inside to your kid, and I’m taking up all your time,” you start, letting out a sigh of frustration. “It’s just—It’s Arthur. How do I talk to him about where we are in the relationship? You know, Soph, it’s been almost five weeks of us dating, and he hasn’t tried to kiss me at all. I realize he could just be shy, but I’m kind of worried that maybe he doesn’t actually have feelings for me.”

“Ha! Arthur doesn’t have feelings for you,” she snorts, her face only turning more serious once she sees your frown. “Y/N, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. That dude looks at you like you literally flew to space and hung the stars and sun yourself.”

You smile softly as Sophie continues to speak.

“If you’re worried about why he’s not kissing you, just ask him,” she shrugs. “What’s the worst that could happen? And if you don’t want to do that, just kiss him yourself. Maybe he’s the kind of guy who wants you to make a move first.”

“I guess I could kiss him,” you say skeptically before stopping to roll your eyes. “God, I feel like I’m in middle school.”

“I hear you,” she chuckles. “Dating never gets easier.”

You nod, stepping aside as Sophie unlocks her door and pushes it open. You thank her for her help, and she makes you promise to text her with updates on the ‘Arthur situation’ before she heads into her place, and you turn to walk back down the hallway to the opposite end.

When you reach Arthur’s door, you knock twice quietly, trying to be mindful of his mother, who’s usually napping around early afternoon. You listen carefully, and soon you can hear someone moving about inside. A few seconds later, the door opens up just enough for Arthur’s head to pop out from behind it.

“Hey,” you flash him a gentle smile, and he quickly steps back to open the door the rest of the way. “I didn’t mean to take so long, but I got caught in a conversation with Sophie.”

“That’s okay,” he says, letting you walk inside before shutting the door. “I was just helping my mom get into bed.”

You wait for him to join you on the couch before letting your arms snake around him in a hug, which he immediately returns.

“You’re so sweet with her,” you mumble into his shoulder. “She’s lucky to have a son like you.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, keeping the ambiance around you both hushed and relaxing.

As you hold him close, you feel Arthur’s steady breaths hitting your neck, and you realize for the first time since you’ve met him, he’s not erupting into uncomfortable, painful laughter after a compliment from you.

You pull back just enough to get a look into his eyes, but you only see warmth reflecting back at you. Suddenly, Sophie’s words from earlier are ringing through your ears. Just kiss him yourself. Maybe he wants you to make the first move. Just kiss him yourself. Just kiss him yourself.

For the three seconds it takes your lips to find his, you question whether Sophie’s advice was actually good advice. Still, as your lips finally collide into a soft kiss after weeks of waiting, the only other thought besides “Arthur” in your head is that you better write Sophie a thank you note.

You’re so caught up in Arthur’s taste overpowering all of your senses that you don’t even notice he’s not kissing back until you feel him tense up under your touch. You pull away gently, looking into his eyes, only to see that the warmth from earlier has been replaced by shock.

“Artie, are you okay?”

“I—I’m—” he stammers, his mouth twitching up into a smile.

On anyone else, it would have been endearing, but you’ve known him long enough to realize where this was going.

“Arthur,” you say in a low voice, backing up a few inches to give him some space on the cushioned couch. “What do you need?”

He covers his mouth, his head shaking, as short bursts of laughter sound through the apartment. You sit there, not wanting to ask him any questions that would only spur his condition along.

“S-sorry,” he breathes out between his laughs. “Not—not you.”

You nod sympathetically before walking to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water for him once he’s calmed down. As the sink water fills into the glass, you can hear Arthur’s wheezing turn into shallow breaths as he comes down from his attack.

You turn off the sink handle and walk back to the couch, placing the glass in front of him before taking your place by his side once again.

“Thank you,” he says for the second time that day after taking a few sips from the glass and returning it to the table.

“Are you okay?”

He nods, staying quiet.

“I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady so you don’t launch him into another attack. “I should have asked if you were okay with it. I just figured it might be okay since it’s been a month since we started this.”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he looks off to another part of the room. You can tell he’s wracking his brain for something; you’re just not sure what, and before you can ask, he’s looking back at you.

“What did we start?”

“Huh?”

“What did we, um, start a month ago?”

“Oh,” you say in realization. “I just meant that we started dating a month ago.”

Arthur’s eyes go wide beside you, but you’re too focused on getting the words you want to say out that you don’t notice.

“I know we promised to take it slow,” you continue. “It’s just really hard to not kiss you. When you make jokes, and your whole face lights up, or when you talk about Carnival and the shows you get to put on for the kids at the hospital, or when you answer the door in your cute pajama pants and messy hair—I mean, just everything. Everything makes me want to kiss you, Arthur. So, when you didn’t kiss me, I thought maybe you didn’t actually want to date me. Maybe you just didn’t know how to say no?”

The room is dead silent for a few looming seconds before Arthur squeaks out, “We’re dating?”

You pause, thinking to yourself. Did he ask me that? Was that a question? You run your mind back over every interaction from the moment you met him until now, and nowhere can you find an explanation as to how you could have misinterpreted the friendship for romance. Everything Arthur has said—everything you have said—makes it perfectly clear that you two are romantically involved. Right?

“Um, yes,” you push out a little awkwardly, hoping this is one of Arthur’s weird jokes. When he doesn’t immediately crack a smile, and instead, you see his cheeks flush red, you realize you truly have found yourself in another situation—a big, ill-fated, uncomfortable situation. Without warning, your eyes glaze over with tears as you come to terms with how much you messed up and what this will mean for your future with the comedian.

“Oh, God, Arthur,” you groan, putting your head into your hands. “I’m so sorry. This is all a huge misunderstanding. I thought you knew.”

“Y/N, can you look at me,” Arthur gently pulls at your arm. “When—why did you think that?”

You sigh. “Last month, I asked you to dinner, remember? I tried to be very obvious that it would just be the two of us. We went to that Italian restaurant downtown. I mean, didn’t you notice that the lights were dim, there were flowers on every table, and every other person in there was with their partner? It was clearly a date-night spot.”

“I didn’t notice,” he says honestly. “I only noticed you.”

You smile, feeling heat spreading through your chest.

“And when we came back to your place,” you continue, “you told me you wanted to take things slow! We had that whole conversation about being hurt in the past, being new to relationships, and all that. I even asked if we were official! How could I not get the wrong idea?”

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking ashamed and embarrassed by his oblivious behavior. “I thought—I thought you meant as friends.”

You tear your eyes away from his as a fresh set of tears forms. You cannot believe you’ve just been dumped—well, not technically, but it sure felt like it. Instead, and more accurately, you’ve just found out that your romance with Arthur has been no more than a figment of your imagination essentially. Of course, our “dates” were nothing more than friendly outings, you think to yourself. The loving touches, soft hugs, and whispered compliments were nothing but exchanges between two emotionally stunted friends. How fucking embarrassing.

Before you can wallow in self-pity any longer, Arthur starts speaking again.

“Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head ‘no,’ but you both know you’re lying. “I just feel kind of stupid and like I took advantage of you.”

“You didn’t!”

You jump slightly at Arthur’s outburst, but your eyes stay trained on the floor in front of you as you talk. “I was being greedy for something that I never had in the first place.”

“You had me,” he says, almost begging with his words for you to meet his eyes again. “or—or you can have me.”

At that, you finally take a glimpse up, only to find that Arthur has shifted, so your noses are nearly touching once you catch his gaze.

“I can?”

He nods jerkily, emotions flashing across his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize before. I never thought you would want me like this.”

“I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t want you like this,” you tell him. “To be completely clear, I mean romantically.”

Arthur’s smirk at your joke slowly turns into a shy smile as he glances down at your lips that are only inches away from his. “Would it be okay if I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you chuckle as he closes the distance between you two. You cup his jaw, kissing him tenderly as he responds in kind. The kiss is a little clunky and awkward as you two try and figure each other out, but it’s easily the best kiss you’ve ever had.

By the time you finally pull apart, your heart is hammering in your chest, and your head’s a little dizzy from the feeling of Arthur’s lips on yours.

“Okay, and just to make sure,” you start, “I was kissing you with romantic intent. I have feelings for you.”

Arthur gives you a bewildered look. “You have feelings for me?”

“Wha—,” you stare at him for a moment, dumbfounded, before he breaks eye contact to try and gain control over his impending smile. You narrow your eyes in faux annoyance as you realize he’s only joking. “Oh, ha-ha. You think you’re so funny, Mr. Comedian, but you’re just an ass.”

“Well, maybe you will just have to convince me a little harder that we’re dating,” he smiles.

“Oh, I will definitely have to,” you say, bringing up a hand to rest on his cheek, “And after we’re done, trust me, there will be no room for a misunderstanding.”

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Hi can I request jealousy headcanon for Isaac,Arthur,Mozart,comte please

Hi dear nonny! Thank you so much for your request 💖

Sorry it took so long, night shifts were exhausting...

Here you go, I hope you like it! 💝

(@ashavazesa , I'm tagging you, maybe you like it!)

Jealousy headcanons

for Isaac, Arthur, Mozart &

le Comte

Isaac

The shy, poor boy doesn't know what hits him, he wasn't prepared... It is the first time he's really in love and it is his first time being jealous.

He wouldn't talk about his feelings in the beginning, because he feels a bit ashamed about them. Additional he's not used to talk about feelings anyway, so he bottles up.

You recognize his strange behavior like avoiding your glare, his abrupt short answers (especially towards the male who causes the jealousy), but at first you can't figure out where it comes from. He would also act more possessive than usual, suddenly kiss you firmly in front of others or pulling you close.

Though he knows you love him truly, he's unsettled deep inside and needs your reassurance. You'll have to push him slightly to open up, to tell you what's on his mind. When he does...oh boy.

With glowing eyes and fervent words he'll beg you to SHOW him your love, pushing you onto the bed. Needy for your touch and your words of love, nothing remains from his shyness. He won't let you go the next hours, making sure you're really his.

"Isaac, please tell me what concerns you... did I something wrong?"

You're sitting next to him in his room on the edge of the bed.

"N- no... It's not that."

His behavior was oddly brusque today and you are really concerned.

With a sigh you overthink what happened all day and then something klicked. You spent a lot of time with Napoleon while he teached the kids. Could it be?  "Isaac, are you jealous?"

The vampire flinches and draws his gaze away from yours, a blush appears on his handsome face.

You cup his face, forcing him to look at you. Gazing deep into his beautiful cherryblossom eyes you ask "Isaac, you know that I love you, that my heart belongs only to you, don't you?"

"Y- yes. My head knows it, but..." suddenly he pushes you down.

"Show it to me." He whispers, his voice husky and deep, his eyes dark with passion before his lips captures yours in a fiery kiss, his fingers ripping your blouse open.

Mozart

Mozart is probably the worst with jealousy (besides Theo). He even can't stand the thought of another male being too close to you. It doesn't matter if it is another resident or a complete stranger, he is very possessive and you only belong to him. No other has the right to touch you.

If someone touches you by accident, his possession drives him to get rid of the foreign scent on you immediatly.

When it's a strange male (talking to him would be enough to drive him crazy), he would be broiling jealous, unable to express himself. Normally Mozart is very straight forward, but not when it comes to express his feelings for you. Blaming you for being too trustful, he would even start an argument.

But Mozart loves you so much, you're so precious to him, he'll regret his harsh spoken words soon and searches for a way to talk.

Admitting his jealousy, he shows you that there is only one way to calm him down. Claiming your body and mind he would train you to who you belong until the sun rises and your voice is hoarse.

"M- Mozart, what-" you gasp as he pulls you behind the thick curtains, sealing your lips with his. "You spent enough time with the other residents." He breathes hard as he pulls away. "Especially with Leonardo. I don't like his cigarello scent on you." Your eyes grow wide. "Wolf, are you jealous?"

A faint rose appears on his cheeks. "I don't want to be...But yes I am."

"But... You don't have to be jealous. I love you so much, Wolf. There is no room in my heart for another man."

"I know, meine Liebe. But it seems that my heart doesn't accept this truth fully." His radiant violet eyes pierces into your soul.

"What can I do to make you feel better, Wolf?"

A slight smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he leans forward. "Await me in the thermae. I'll make sure the only scent that remains on your body is mine, and obviously I'll have to remind you the next hours to who you belong." fervent spoken words next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Arthur

He never felt jealousy before. Being a rotten flirt, Arthur is used to be the reason for that emotion, he never thought it could happen to him.

Trying to hide his feelings he'd cover them with playful words and actions. But when a male approaches you and gets too close, he won't think twice to make clear you are HIS girlfriend, holding you at your waist, whisking you away.

Deep inside Arthur has the feeling he doesn't deserve you, so he is afraid to loose you and gets easily jealous. He wouldn't like to admit it to you , worried he could scare you off.

But you are not able to overlook the pout and scowl on his handsome face or to overhear the truth hidden behind his joking words, irrelevant how much he tries to mask his feelings.

Arthur has a deep longing for your reassurance in words and body language, he needs your touch so bad, be prepared for exhausting, delightful hours between the sheets after he got jealous.

You are sitting on the couch in Arthur's room, rambling about your day with Vincent. Lately he gives you advices in painting techniques and you enjoy them, happy to make progress in your hobby. Arthur looks up from the papers with a smile, sitting at his desk.

"Darling, you sound really happy. I know you enjoy painting with Vincent, but are you sure you didn't decide secretly to leave your filthy boyfriend for this pure angel, Luv?" Arthur chuckles. For a split second a hurt expression appears in his loving gaze and his voice didn't sound as lighthearted as it should. You set your cup of coffee down with a surprised look on your face. "Are you jealous?"

A slight rose tints his cheeks as he pulls his gaze away.

You hurry over to him cupping his face and locking eyes. "Arthur, you are the only one for me. You are the love of my life, you know that, don't you?" Your thumbs caress his cheeks.

Arthur's big blue eyes waver at your words and he inhales deeply.

"You have no right to be this adorable" he whispers with a husky voice as he pulls you on his lap. Kissing your lips ardently his fingers already unbutton your blouse. "Say that again, luv" he smiles at your lips. "And then I'll make sure you won't ever forget that you are MY adorable girlfriend" he breathes at your skin as his lips travel from your jaw to the neck.

Le Comte

Comte seems to be always so calm and thoughtful, but when it comes up to you all this is nothing but dust in the wind. He waited for you and your love for centuries, now that you are his he's confronted with the deepest fear of loosing you.

Also he is insecure inside, thinking he doesn't deserve someone so precious like you (are you surprised?). This uncertainty is more fuel to the fire of the jealousy that rages in his heart.

Despite his always graceful and sublime conduct le Comte is very passionate and possessive. He can't bear another man touching you, even it is only your hair. On the other side he wants you to live freely, interacting with the other residents as usual. So he would get jealous real quick, but:

Wearing a mask of gentlemanly behavior and used to lock up his feelings you wouldn't notice his jealousy until it's "too late". Maybe it was only you and Leonardo in the library, sticking heads together and giggling about something. Maybe it was a stranger at the market, picking up an apple for you that dropped to the floor, holding your delicate hand while putting the apple into it.

When he corners you after that in his room, there'll be no escape. Le Comte will make sure that you're his, taking possession of your body and mind until there is nothing left but thinking of him and moaning his name. He will only stop when you pass out due to the overwhelming passion.

Le Comte cocks slightly an eyebrow due to the sight that is presented to him in the library. Arthur stands in front of the bookshelfs, carrying you bridal-style. "What happened?" he asks with honest concern. "Oh, our pretty dove wanted to spread her wings. I catched her as she fell from the ladder" Arthur replies lighthearted. "Luv, if you want my touch so bad, all you have to do is ask. You don't have to risk your health to get it" smirking he looks deep in your eyes. You feel your cheeks grow hot as you hit him at his shoulder. "Put me down, Arthur!" With a wry chuckle he lets you go, giving le Comte an amused sideways glance. "Okay, my performance as a hero is over, back to work then." With these words Arthur leaves the library and you exhale, looking concerned over to the pureblood. "You know that it was only an accident? I feel a bit embarrassed and.." Le Comte cuts you off, smiling gently.

"Ma cherie, don't worry. I understand what happened, everything is fine."

With a relieved smile you pick up the dropped books "I should have known, that something stupid like this doesn't concern you..."

You hear a sharp inhale and look up. His expression is serious, his eyes burn like melting gold in a furnace. Approaching you with slow, predatory steps he asks softly "When did I say I don't care?"

With a fluid move he pins you against the bookshelf, kissing you senseless. You both pant for air as he breaks the kiss. "I await you in my room. Now. Your chores are done for today." Comte leaves you with trembling legs.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it 💝

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-Meeting The Family- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

    ☼-🐍-☼

     Request: hi darling, how you doing? can i request a draco x reader where is draco going to her house on christmas break to meet her parents? maybe she has a younger brother who is quite jealous of her and draco together? just something very fluff and funny !! thank you, i love your work btw ❤️

     Kody: YESS. I’ve been waiting for something like this for the sole purpose that i’m going to make the reader a Weasley!

     Year: 7th

    House: Gryffindor

    Possible Triggers/Warnings: Fred and George being the best siblings, Molly being Molly, Draco being literally terrified of the Weasley’s, a little bit of the spice spice at the end. 

    ☼-🐍-☼

   “will you stop pacing? Your making me nervous” you grumble, watching as the platinum blond hair boy walked back and forth in your dorm room “Your nervous? Your not the one meeting your girlfriends whole bloody family today” he snaps at you. 

    he walks over to the edge of your bed and sits down, putting his face in his hands “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you” he sighs deeply. You crack a smile and walked over to stand in front of him and take his hands into yours “It’s alright, but i’ll be there so there’s nothing to worry about. They’ll love you”

   Draco scoffs, leaning his head against your stomach “They have every right to hate me, my father is a horrible person to them and they’ll think i’m just the same as him” he spoke. You had never seen him so worked up over anything before, except for maybe when you got injured by a werewolf in the woods. 

    you purse your lips before sitting comfortably on his lap “Draco. You are nothing like your father and you will show them that. So stop moping okay?” you watch his eyes for a moment as he nods his head “Okay darling. I won’t mope. I just hope your right about this”

   “I’m always right”

    ☼-🐍-☼

    today was the day, you had put on a blue, burnt orange, and brown striped sweater with blue jeans. The Weasley aesthetic really while Draco wore a emerald green sweater with black jeans (ik hawt). You stood in front of the burrow, holding his hand “Here we go” you spoke.

   you reach up to knock a couple times and the door swings open. It was Fred with a candy cane in his mouth. He looks at the both of you and nods once “Hey Y/n and Malfoy. I’m Fred by the way, not George. Just so you know” he sticks out his hand and Draco takes it. They shake hands. That’s a good start.

   he takes the candy cane out of his mouth and points behind him “Let’s head in shall we?” he says and you smile. As you both step in, you could hear everyone talking “Is Charlie here yet?” you turn and face your brother. Fred’s face drops and he shakes his head “He said he got busy with work.”

   you nod slowly, your expression dropping “Oh, okay” you shrug. “Y/n!” you hear a familiar shout and watch as Molly and Arthur come from around the corner. You let go of Draco’s hand and walk up to them. They both embrace you tightly. You pull away from them and walk back to Draco.

   you could tell how tense he was when he saw your parents. “Mum, Dad. This is Draco” you say and slowly brought him up to them. Draco cleared his throat before speaking “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. Thank you so much for inviting me” he spoke. So polite. 

   your mother smiled warmly at him as well as your father “Well, were glad you came. Seems like our girls like Slytherins” Molly let out a laugh. You raise a brow “What do you mean?” “Hey Draco” you both turn to the right and see Pansy Parkinson come out of the hallway. Oh right, Ginny’s girlfriend.

   Draco smiled kindly, she was his friend after all. “hey Pans” he replies. Pansy waves before disappearing into the living area. “Now, you two join your siblings in the living room while we finish dinner” Molly spoke and leant down to kiss your forehead before leaning with Arthur “I think that went well”

    Draco nods “Me too”

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    “Percy, don’t be such a buzzkill and take the candy cane” George sat next to Percy, jabbing him in the side with the peppermint treat. Percy just rolled his eyes and continued to read the book we was holding. You chuckle as you sat on the sofa with Draco, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

   It was certainly a full house tonight. Molly, Arthur, George, Luna, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Pansy, Bill, Fleur, Ron, Hermione, you, and Draco. You wondered where you would all eat considering your family table could barely fit the kids who already lived in the house. “Your family is much different than mine” Draco whispers to you.

   you turn your head to face him with a smile. “Yeah, we’re definitely stranger then other families” you laugh quietly, a grin forming on his face. “I like it. I’m so used to the quiet that i forgot that actual families talk and hang out with each other” he spoke, his eyes glossing over a bit as he looks at the tall christmas tree.

   you reach into his lap and grab his hand, bringing it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. “I hope i don’t make you feel as alone anymore” you spoke with a small frown on your face. Draco shook his head and with the arm wrapped around your shoulders, he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss.

   it was sweet and loving. To bad you had shit for brian brothers. “Hey hands off Malfoy! No snogging my sister while i’m here!” Ron shouts, causing you to pull away from the kiss. Hermione seemed annoyed with her boyfriend and pushes his shoulder “Y/n can do whatever Y/n want’s get over yourself Ron”

   George and Fred both choked back laughter then actually choked on candy canes. Idiots. Ron grumbled something and crossed his arms. What a child. After more talking you had the urge to go to the bathroom and laid your head in the crook of Draco’s neck “I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom. Okay?”

   Draco nods and places a hand on your thigh to squeeze it gently before unwrapping his limbs from yours “I’ll be back. Be nice. All of you” you gaze at all your brothers because Ginny at least knew how to be nice to Draco. You give a sharp glare to Ron before you leave the living room.

   Fred watches as you walk out of the room and like a pack of dogs, every single Weasley sibling crowded Draco. He thought he was going to be murdered on the spot as his grey eyes widened. Bill smiles lightly and holds out his hand to shake “Hi, i’m Bill. Anyway as you probably know were missing a Weasley tonight”

   Draco grabs his hand and shakes it “Charlie, right?” he says and all there heads nod. Oh this is so creepy. “Right. Well you see Y/n is really close to Charlie, but she hasn’t been able to see him for almost three years and such, so Fred told her he’s not coming, but we plan on surprising her when we open gifts”

   a small smile graces the Slytherins face- wait. “Why are you telling me this?” he questions and Percy speaks up surprisingly “Because you make our sister happy and considering you both are graduating next year, we figure your  going to be around more often and- so welcome to the family Malfoy”

   Draco was in complete shock as Percy spoke, considering he thought Percy hated him the most. Y/n was right. “Thank you. I also want to apologize for my fathers behaviour towards your family as well as mine in the past. It took me awhile to see you guys the way Y/n does”

   the twins shake their heads “Don’t worry about it. Your dad’s a real piece of work. Y/n tells us your mum’s nice enough though” they spoke in unison. Draco nods “yeah, she’s not judgemental” he reassures. “Anyway, we hope your having a nice night though. Right Ron?” Bill turns to face the younger Weasley.

   Ron looks at Bill and shakes his head, but Bill hits his shoulder “Yeah yeah whatever. We hope your having a blast” Ron then tore away from the group and went back to sitting with Hermione on the other sofa, mumbling something along the lines of ‘snogging his sister’ 

   a couple minutes later you came back into the living room and were pleasantly surprised to see Bill, George, and Fred chatting with Draco who seemed to be smiling brightly. What a sight. You lean against the doorway and watch as he interacted with your brothers. 

   you watch as they all went to sit on the floor so Percy, Ginny, Hermione, Luna, and Pansy could sit down and chat as well. Who would thought the Slytherin prince would get along so well with your family. “You guys seem to be having fun” you say as they turn to look at you. 

   you look to your left to see Ron sitting alone on the loveseat with a scowl on his face. You wave the group off before going to sit with your brother. He looks at you then the floor “Y/n” he spoke and you smiled lightly “Ron” you say in the same manner. “Why aren’t you sitting with the rest of them?”

   Ron scoffs under his breath “Why should i? Malfoy will never be friends” he comments and you reach up to lift his face, making him look at the group laughing and talking. “Look at Percy. He’s the most stuck up person i know and he is having a blast talking to Draco and Pansy. Why do you have a problem?”

   Ron sighs and pushes your hand away “Because your my sister. Yes, i know Ginny is to, but we’re the same age you and i. I can talk to you about anything, but ever since you and Draco got together. It hasn’t been you and i. It’s been you and him. What’s gonna happen when your married? I’ll never see you”

   you frown. You didn’t know Ron felt this way at all. It wasn’t as surprising though to be honest “Ron. Your my brother and i love you dearly. I’ll never forget about you or George, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Bill, and Charlie. Your my family. If your ever feeling alone. Just talk to me, okay?”

   your words seemed to cheer Ron up. He nods and looks over at the group once more “Let’s do this.” he said and stood up.

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    after dinner the whole family including the lovers were in the living room again, passing out gifts. You watch as a square shaped box decorated with orange wrapping paper and a red bow floated from out a room and into each and every ones laps “oh wow, i wonder what these could be” 

    George spoke sarcastically before getting wacked on the head by Molly. You chuckle and look over at Draco who stared at aw in the christmas gift in his lap “Are you alright my boy?” Arthur spoke up. Draco looks up and nods eagerly “I’ve never gotten a real christmas gift before. My mother snuck me sweets and such, but never anything like this”

    Molly gave Draco a look of solace before smiling “Well, i hope you enjoy this one! Now kids open them up!” she shouts and you all start to rip open the wrapping paper and you saw a deep red sweater with your first initial on it. Every year. The Weasley kids slip on there sweaters “Thanks mum!”

   after slipping yours on, you look over at Draco who had a emerald green sweater in his hands with the letter ‘D’ on it. He looked excited as he takes off his quidditch sweater to put on Molly’s. “Do you like it Draco?” you spoke “i absolutely love it” he a wide smile spreads across his face.

    Luna got a baby blue sweater

   Hermione got a deep red one as well

   Fleur got a white sweater

   Pansy got a emerald green sweater as well as Draco.

   Pansy slipped hers on and nods smugly “i look awesome. I’m never taking it off. You’ll have to kill me first!” she exclaims as Ginny laughs beside her “She’s not joking either” Luna pulls the sweater over her head and wraps her arms around herself “So warm” she mumbles in her soft voice. 

   George smiles brightly and wraps his arms around her “Your so cute” he says before kissing the side of her face. Fleur looked down at the sweater on her and smiles warmly “I adore it” she spoke in her thick accent and Bill nods before grabbing her hand to kiss her knuckles.

   Molly clapped happily “I’m so glad you all like it. Now me and Arthur are going to get the christmas cookies from the kitchen. We’ll be right back out!” she announces before leaving the room. Everyone began to talk amongst each other and while you were distracted Draco snuck off into the kitchen.

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   “Um hello” he spoke up. Molly turns around and places the icing bag she was holding on the counter. “Ah Draco! Did you need something?” she asked, waving her hand for him to step closer. Draco walks over and immediately felt a cold shiver run up his spine. He was nervous.

   “I wanted to ask you both something?” he says, gulping. Arthur and Molly look at each other before smiling “Sure, go ahead” Arthur spoke. Draco takes a deep breath to calm his nerves “Me and Y/n have been dating for three years now and i know we only just turned 18, but i wanted to ask for your blessing to marry her when the time is right”

   Molly gasped loudly, before covering her mouth “Oh Draco! We would be more than happy to give you our blessing. She talks about you all the time and you had been nothing but kind to her and our family. I know you are much different then your father. you’ve learn to accept and adapt”

   Draco felt as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he smiles “Thank you so much. Uh- can i help ice those? If you’ll teach me how?” he laughs nervously and Molly nods.

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   ten minutes later Draco came out holding a tray of cookies with your parents. You smile lightly at the sight. How cute. He places the tray down on the floor where the group sat and everyone began to much on cookies, except for Fred and George. Where had they gone off too? Draco takes a seat next to you.

   he hands you a cookie and you smile, taking a bite “You snuck away to ice cookies with my parents?” you ask, laughing a little. He nods with a smile and pecks your lips quickly, “Seemed fun” he replied nonchalantly. You roll your eyes and continue to eat your cookie in piece.

   after everyone ate one Molly shot up from the sofa and gasped “Godric! We forgot Y/n’s present outside!” she exclaims, causing everyone to look at her. You tilt your head “What present?” you ask. “We all pitched in and got you a present. It’s so big we have to show you outside” Arthur spoke.

   you were now thoroughly confused as everybody made there way to the front door and walking out. Draco grabs your hand and lifts you up from the ground. You both walk outside and see George and Fred on both sides of a tall present, wrapped in orange paper with your name written in red ink.

   you laugh nervously. What was going on? “Um- do i open it?” you ask and Ginny nods, pushing you forward “Go on! Open it!” she shouts. You watch as George and Fred walk away from the present and behind you. “we suggest to pull the red ribbon then step back” George points out.

   you chuckle with a confused expression before taking the end of the ribbon and tug it once. You hear a couple clicks and step back quickly as the box falls apart. A tall male with orange hair and a red sweater with a ‘C’ smiles at you. Charlie. You watch as he steps out the box and opens his arms.

   “Hello my little dragon” he smile brightly as you ran up and tackled him into a hug. He lifts you off the ground and spins you around as you cling onto him. After a couple seconds he lets go and eyes you up and down “You’ve gotten so tall! and your hair is different. I also hear you have a boyfriend” he teases.

   you smile widely and nod “Yeah. He’s hear. Um- Draco!” you turn around and call for your boyfriend who steps towards you, holding out his hand “I’m Draco Malfoy” he says politely as they both shake hands “I’m Charlie! I hope my little sister hasn’t annoyed you too much. She’s mental this one”

   you huff and wack your older brothers arm “Hey! Don’t scare him off!” you shout, making Charlie laugh. He shrugs his shoulders “I don’t think he’s going anywhere. Your in for the long hall Malfoy. Welcome to the Weasley’s!” he exclaims and Draco smiles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

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   the party came to an end and everyone made there way to there perspective rooms. There was surprisingly enough room for everyone, to be fair your pretty sure that your father used a spell to add some extra rooms of some sort. You put on black and white flannel pants with a black crop top, as well as a dark grey jacket.

   Draco had on a black t-shirt and his boxers. You yawn as you began to fold up your sweater and place it in your trunk. You feel hands wrap around your waist and pull you close to his chest. “I had fun tonight” Draco mumbles against the skin of your shoulder since your jacket had slipped down your arms a bit. 

   you smile and lean your head back to look at him “You did? I’m happy. I’m also happy i got to see my brother” you spoke with a warm smile. Draco hums in response and slowly begins to pull the jacket off of your arms “I promised my mum no funny business while were here Draco”

   he smirks and begins to place sweet kisses on your neck “You may have promised that, but i didn’t darling” he rasps. You feel one of his hands run across the exposed skin of your stomach as his thumb traces the hem of your pants. “Why are you always horny?” you asked.

   “I don’t know? Have you seen yourself?” he chuckles as he spins you around to face him “Come on darling~” he coos and dips down to kiss your collar bone. “I-” “-Goodnight Y/n. Goodnight Draco!” you heard Charlie, Percy, and Fred shout. Oh those little shits.

   you flush in embarrassment and sputter out a goodnight back as Draco growls in frustration. “Cockblockers” he snarls, making you laugh. “Don’t worry, there going to do it to every couple in here. Didn’t expect Percy too though, just listen” you say and Draco keep quiet to listen.

   “Night Ginny. Night Pansy!” 

   “Go away were busy!” Ginny shouts

   “Sleep tight Fleur and Bill!”

   “You all are insufferable!” Bill yells making you snicker a bit

   “We don’t have to worry about Ron and Hermione. Ron has got like zero game” Fred speaks and they all laugh.

   “Hey i heard that!” Ron shrieks in offense.

   “Sleep well George! Sleep well Luna!”

   “You guys can’t pull this shit on me! Shove off!” George shouts and you hear a door slam.

   “Goodnight” Luna says. What a sweet girl

    ☼-🐍-☼

   Kody: I hope you enjoyed this one. I really liked writing it! Anyways peace.

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[amazingmaeve]

Outcast - Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy Masterlist // Harry Potter Masterlist

Draco Malfoy x Weasley Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N Weasley has always felt like an outcast to her family. They didn’t make her feel that way it’s just how she felt. Then she got sorted into Slytherin. Her family told her they didn’t care but she didn’t feel like it. Her siblings would always talk and when she entered a room they’d go quiet. Then she got close to Draco Malfoy. One night of a fight between her and her family and she finally makes some decisions.

Warnings: Angst, fluff near the end, swearing, mentions of sex, and pregnancy

AN: Also no hate to the Weasley family just had this idea and wanted to write it out! Also doesn’t follow the exact plot of Harry Potter also Sirius and Remus don’t die. Also I can make a part two if you want!

Y/N Weasley never wanted her life to be like this. She never wanted to be casts out of her family.

Even before Hogwarts Y/N felt like an outsider to her own family. The Weasleys reassured Y/N that she was loved by them. But when she got to Hogwarts everything changed.

Y/N couldn’t wait to be in Gryffindor. Everyone one of her brothers were in Gryffindor and reassured Ron and Y/N who were twins they would be in Gryffindor as well.

Y/N and Ron met Harry Potter and Hermione Granger and Y/N wanted to be friends with them.

Y/N was shaking after Ron got off the chair and was placed into Gryffindor and as she sat in the chair it called a house she never would have assumed to be in.

Slytherin.

Y/N’s heard of Slytherin and never imagined she would be in that house. After seeing her brothers disappointed looks she got off the chair and went to go sit at the Slytherin table.

From then on Y/N and her brothers wouldn’t really talk that much throughout the years at Hogwarts. Even from her own twin.

Her parents sent her a letter saying that it was okay and to not worry about it they still loved her.

In her first year she never got the chance to talk to Ron since he was with Harry and Hermione. Also the twins were too busy with pranks and quidditch to talk. Or at least Y/N thought.

She made an unlikely friend though and that was Draco Malfoy.

At first he thought that Y/N wasn’t a Weasly besides the red in her hair. Draco often reframed from making remarks about her family around her so it wouldn’t upset her.

That summer made Y/N feel like crap since the only people to speak to her were Percy and her parents.

Percy and Y/N got close since they were the outcast of the family they got along best.

In her second year Ginny came to Hogwarts and got sorted into Gryffindor which made the whole family lucky. But it made Y/N jealous.

But she had her best friends Draco and Pansy.

Throughout the years Y/N and her family strayed while she got closer to Draco who she started to develop feelings for in her third year. Of course her family wouldn’t like it but she couldn’t help her feelings.

That was until Draco asked Y/N to the Yule ball in their fourth year and began dating.

Y/N saw the troubles Ron, Harry, and Hermione got into and it made her jealous to see her brother not want to talk to her. He would make small talk but that’s about it.

Draco would always reassure Y/N saying he was busy helping his friends but Y/N knew he was just trying to comfort her.

Then during her summer alter her fifth year Y/N and her family got into a huge fight.

Her family knew she was involved with Draco and didn’t approve of it. Neither did his parents. But anyways a fight broke out.

Y/N was listening to her family rave about how good Ginny was doing in school. They were at the dinner table and Y/N was poking at her food.

Y/N rolled her eyes when Harry and Hermione came in the house with Ron.

“Great,” Y/N mutters under her breath pulling a strand of her red hair behind her ear.

“So uh Y/N how was your fifth year,” Arthur asked noticing his eldest daughters sour look.

“It was quite a good year father,” Y/N forces a smile on her face.

Everyone’s attention was on Y/N who was poking through the food again.

“How are you and the Malfoy kid going,” Arthur asked bitterness in his voice.

“Fantastic he treats me right,” Y/N looks up at her father with a glare knowing he doesn’t approve of their relationship. She gets that since Dracos dad is dick. But Draco wasn’t his dad.

“Still can’t believe you got with Malfoy,” Ron let’s out laugh. Y/N could feel her anger boil but try’s to refrain herself from snapping at them since Draco hasn’t treated them the best. He told her that he would be nicer to her family.

“Why does everyone want to know about my relationship with Draco,” Y/N snaps squeezing her hand around her fork.

“Well Y/N we just thought you’d get with a Malfoy,” Fred’s voice makes Y/N head snap over to his direction.

“I mean he hates us what if he’s dating you just to get or us,” George gives her a smile and she knows Draco would never hurt her like that.

He was the only who was ever there for her at Hogwarts.

“He wouldn’t do that,” Y/N defended him.

“How do you know,” Ginny asked setting her fork down.

“I just know,” Y/N repeated herself in a harsher tone.

“I mean Y/N it’s not a stretch since he hates us and plus you were pretty desperate for him,” Ron interrupts making her face him with a glare.

Y/N wasn’t desperate for him she loved him as a boyfriend and a friend.

“How could you say that to me,” Y/N whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“What it’s the truth you’re all over him basically. Whenever you’re in proximity of him you basically get on your knees for him,” Ron snapped at his twin who stared at him in shock. She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her twins mouth.

“I hate you,” Y/N whispered her tone full of anger.

“Y/N before you start getting angry just listen to us,” Arthur stood up as his daughter did as well. Hermione and Harry were watching in shock.

“No I’m tired of getting treated like this,” Y/N says her voice full of desperation.

“Treated like what,” The twins ask looking up at their sister with humor crossing their faces.

“Like I’m some sort of traitor,” Y/N whispers.

“Well maybe you are,” Ron snaps. Hermione slaps him on his arm indicating for him to shut up.

“Really is that what everyone thinks,” Y/N asks looking around the room with tears coating her vision.

Everyone sat in silence.

“This is why I’m so fucked up my own family doesn’t want me here,” Y/N snarls walking to her room while Molly yells out not wanting her daughter to leave.

As she grabs her stuff and her wand and walks towards door not knowing where to go.

“Y/N please don’t leave we love you,” Molly grabbed her arm.

“I’m sorry mum,” Y/N apologizes. “I’m sorry for being such a disappointment,” She feels her mom grip her arm and once she gets out of her grip and leaves the house.

The only place she thinks she can go to is Dracos. His mother loved her and loved that his son found someone. His father on the other hand was a different story but he was being sent to Azkaban.

Y/N sighs as she has her owl send Draco a letter explaining what happened and in a minute Draco is on the side of the road along with Y/N.

“Darling what happened,” Draco asked wrapping his arms around his girlfriend. Once he read the first line of her letter which was ‘I need help he Apparited to Y/N.

Y/N sighed blowing some of her red hair out of her face knowing he didn’t read the note. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her head rest in the crook of his neck.

“You didn’t read my letter did you,” Y/N asked in a whisper and Draco let out a laugh.

“You know me so well love,” Draco pushes Y/N out of the hug to look into her eyes.

Y/N explained everything to him as they stood on the dirt road and Draco was mad at how her family treated her. Yes he was an asshole but Y/N had nothing to do with that.

“You don’t deserve them,” Draco whispered bringing his hand to her cheek and then pressing his lips to hers for a quick kiss.

Draco let Y/N stay over for the rest of the summer and tried not to let her get involved with all the death eater crap.

But that doesn’t happen.

His mother explains to her what Dracos got to do and wanted Y/N to be by his side. So Y/N got the mark along with him.

And since she was in a vulnerable state it took a toll on her. Draco reassured Y/N they would be fine and they could run away.

Y/N felt Rons eyes on her all throughout the year and ignored them wanting to make sure everything goes to plan.

Y/N was with Draco when he had to go towards the disappearing cabinet and helped him. He always told her she didn’t have to get involved but she reassured him that she wanted to help him.

Y/N was with him when he had to kill Dumbledore and she didn’t want it to happen but it he didn’t they would get hurt by Voldemor.

Then Snape came and did the deed.

For the next year Y/N had a lot of guilt. When Hermione was tortured by Dracos aunt she cried into his chest feeling so guilty. She could have done something.

But Draco always told her if they did something worse would happen to them. He did have doubts as well.

During that year Y/N and Draco had their first time with sex and it was amazing at the time but it ended with her being pregnant.

It didn’t help during the war she was running through the halls of Hogwarts being at least 3 months pregnant trying to not get hurt.

Y/N had felt so guilty how she left her family and didn’t want them to get hurt. Even though they hated her she didn’t want them to die so when she crossed Fred almost about to get killed by another wizard.

Before she could even think Y/N pulled out he wand and pointed against his neck which made him pause.

“Don’t hurt him,” Y/N warned as the wizard turned around.

Fred got to look at his sister in almost two years. He wouldn’t admit to anyone but George he missed his other sister. Even though they didn’t talk she was his sister and that would never change.

But before he could say anything Y/N yelled “GO.”

Fred scurried off to find the rest of his family worried about his sister.

As she looked at his figure that was running away the wizard took a chance to get his wand out and hit her so hard she fell on the ground with blood streaming down her cheek.

She pressed her hand against her stomach and closed her eyes as she waited for him to kill her.

“Stupefy,” She heard someone yell and she looked up to see Draco standing there as the guy went flying back hitting his head on some bricks. “Love are you ok,” He asks. He knew about the baby and didn’t want her to be here but she came to make sure none of her loved ones died.

“I’m fine,” Y/N answered grabbing Dracos hand and running through the halls to the exit so they could leave.

Luckily for them they teleported to their shared flat they got for a hide out it they couldn’t go to a manor.

“I’ll draw you a bath,” Draco kisses her forehead as he went to the bathroom. The flat wasn’t big since it was supposed to be hide out. There was one bedroom a kitchen and a bathroom.

Y/N stripped and got in the tub while Draco sat on the ground of the other side of the tub and stroked her hair comforting.

“Luckily got you out of there before something happened to you or the baby,” Draco whispers as his hand travelled to her stomach which wasn’t huge since she was about 3 months.

“I know but I’m here everything’s fine,” Y/N grabbed his other hand as his chin rested on the edge of the tub.

“But you got hurt,” Dracos hand travelled to her cheek where a cut laid.

“It’s not that bad of a cut,” Y/N reassured him as she got some soap to wash it out.

As she was Draco was admiring her and then watched as she relaxed in the tub.

“Marry me,” Draco blurted out.

Y/N looked at him in shock.

“W-what,” Y/N stuttered.

“Marry me,” Draco sat up more grabbed her hand playing with her fingers. “You’re already pregnant and we love each other so why not,” He asked.

Y/N thought about it. It seemed like the right move. She was pregnant and Y/N needed someone in her life and wanted to marry him.

“Of course I will,” Y/N softly replied looking into his stormy eyes.

Draco pulled her into a kiss and then let out laughs and giggles after feeling all giddy about what just happened.

Throughout the next two months she was now 5 months pregnant and Y/N’s stomach was humongous and she thought she was pregnant with twins for a second.

But she wasn’t and the doctor reassured her that it was normal.

Y/N for a job at book shop in the wizarding world as Draco got a job as a healer. They still lived in the flat wanting to make money of their own.

But Draco told her that he would be getting a house for them soon. Y/N didn’t believe him but he always surprised her with everything.

As she was walking out of the book shop she ran into someone.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” Y/N apologizes as she picks up her book and the other persons stuff.

When she gave the guy her stuff she was surprised to see Fred’s face staring at her in shock.

“Y-Y/N,” Fred stuttered looking at her belly.

“Oh hey Fred,” Y/N looks at the ground.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Fred whispers his eyes on her stomach still.

“Yeah I just got this job here,” Y/N lets out a little laugh.

“Why don’t you come to dinner over at the burrow I wanted to thank you for what you did,” Fred asked wringing his hands together.

“You don’t have to thank me Fred I’m your sister I’ll always be there for you,” Y/N gives him a little smile as her eyes start to water.

“Oh no don’t cry,” Fred gets worried and wraps his arms around his sisters arms bringing her into a hug.

“Oh don’t worry it’s just the hormones,” Y/N lets out a laugh wiping her eyes of tears.

“You have to come to dinner,” Fred insists.

“I don’t know if they want to see me,” Y/N still feels guilty for what she did to them.

“They won’t I’ll make sure of it,” Fred reassures her.

Y/N lets out a reluctant nod and they part ways Fred told her dinner was at 8 which made Y/N happy since her and Draco had no plans that night.

She told Draco about it he was weary first but let her go knowing that her family wouldn’t physically harm her.

Y/N sighed as she stood outside the burrow and had a nervous look on her face as she knocked on the door.

The door opened to reveal Ron who looked at her in shock.

“Bloody hell Fred wasn’t lying,” Ron muttered under his breath.

Y/N gives him a nervous smile expecting him to be mad but he pulls her into a hug and lets out a happy sigh that his sister actually came.

“I missed you so much and everyone else has too,” Ron muttered pulling her into the house.

“Are you sure,” Y/N asks.

“Positively.”

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[deexchanel]

I can't trust you.

Word Count: 1,552

Pairing: Thor Odinson x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Arguing.

Summary: Bucky is Y/N's best friend even though there are problems between him and Thor.

A/N: I'm trying to clear out my drafts since it's now summertime so I'm sorry for the late delay, Please enjoy!

"Bucky move! I'm trying to feed him." Y/N giggled, pushing Bucky away from the high chair. It was any other evening in the avenger's tower. Y/N was feeding her son, Arthur, for dinner while her best friend Bucky was a distraction. Y/N has been in a committed relationship with Thor Odinson for 2 years now. Being with him every day makes Y/N feel complete and happy on the inside. Their son Arthur had been conceived a year into their relationship.

"I'm not doing anything."Bucky laughed, pinching at Y/N's waist while she hunched down a bit to feed the infant. "The lies you tell!" She swats his hand away, laughing as well. Arthur babbles in his chair, placing his hand in his mouth. Thor walked into the kitchen coming from Stark's lab. He saw them basically flirting but decided to say something to her later.

" Lady Y/N..." Thor, deep voice, sounded behind them. Y/N slightly jumped from being caught off guard. "Shit babe, you walk so quietly." Thor smiled at his son; Arthur held out his hands for his father. "My apologies Y/N. I came to tell you that I'm going out with Metal Man and Cap for some drinks. Is that alright?" Thor took Arthur out of his high seat, placing some kisses on his son's cheek.

Y/N nodded standing on her tippy toes, kissing his lips, "That's okay babe. Arthur and I will be here watching a movie till you get back." Bucky cleared his throat watching the woman he liked kisses another man. Thor side-eye him then focused on his son. He tickled his belly hearing that heavenly sound of his son laughing. "I'll be back in time for Arthur to be put down for bed."

"Good, see you in a couple of hours. Have fun, I love you." Y/N smiled at her boyfriend. Thor placed Arthur in her arms before giving them both a kiss on the forehead. "I love you too." Leaving Y/N and Bucky by themselves worried him but he trusted her to not do anything crazy.

"Let's put you in the playpen while I clean up!"Y/N gushed to Arthur while Thor walked towards Tony's lab. Bucky stayed quiet the whole time until he left because it's known that he's madly in love with Y/N. He just hasn't told her and was scared to tell her. But tonight, Bucky was going to make a move. Y/N walked over to the cabinets after putting Arthur in the playpen.

"You got awfully quiet. You okay?" She turned to her left stacking up the baby food. Bucky bit his lip, debating if he wanted to tell her now. 'You only live once' He thought. "Y/N I have to tell you-"

Y/N opened the cabinet door, a small glass jar of baby food fell from the top shelf hitting her in the eye. "Shit!" She grabbed her throbbing eye. "Y/N! Are you alright??" Bucky grabbed her chin so she can face him.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" Y/N glared at him still holding her eye. "Damn you right. Sorry, I say it out of habit." Bucky cringed moving her hand aside so he can check out her wound. It was swollen and looked like a bruise forming.

Thor forgot his wallet so he walked back to the kitchen to see Bucky still checking out her face. “What happened in here? Barnes why does she have a bruise on her eye??” Y/N moved Bucky’s hand away, standing in front of him. “I’m okay, the jar fell on my eye.” Thor walked over checking out the bruise. He balled his hand into a fist.

“Barnes did you hit her??”

Both Y/N and Bucky looked at him in shock. Y/N walked towards Thor “What? No babe he didn’t do anything like that. I told you-”

“Bullshit Y/N you think I’m going to believe that a jar fell on your eye. I know he put his hands on you.” Thor fumed pointing at Bucky.

“You wasn’t even in here to know. You know I’d never do that to Y/N!” Bucky balled his hands into a fist as well. The tension between them was thick and it's been like that since they first met.

“I swear to Odin if you laid a hand on her!”

Bucky didn’t speak back as then two men walked up to each other ignoring Y/N’s protest. “Stop! Stop!! Thor!” She pressed her hands against Thor’s chest. They held an intense stare while Y/N spoke.

“Thor I’m okay!”

His hardened glare never left Bucky. Y/N grabbed his hand, “I’m okay.” Thor looked down at his girlfriend staring back at him. He calmed down, letting his body relax. “ I’m going to come to our room after I finish cleaning up and grab Arthur. Okay?”

Thor slightly nods his head, glancing at Bucky one more time then left the kitchen. Y/N pulled at her ends from how stressed she was. She leaned her back against the counter closing her eyes. “I’m sorry about that,” Bucky said standing in front of her.

“It’s fine, I know the bad history between you guys. I just wish it was different.” Y/N sigh running her hands through her natural hair. Bucky stared at her facial features while she talked.

He was so close that she smelt his cologne without trying to. Apart from Y/N wanted to push him away but another wanted to smash her lips onto his. Y/N eyes traveled up to Bucky’s blue eyes.

Feelings for Y/N uprooted as Bucky leaned forward towards his lips. Her mind was screaming for her to stop but her heart was taking over. Y/N loved Thor but a piece of her love was for Bucky. From relations, they've had in the past. She never told Thor because the relationship with Bucky ended way before The God came into the picture.

Bucky's plump lips brushed against hers until thunder from outside broke them apart. The pair turned their heads to see Thor standing there with glowing eyes. You could hear Y/N’s heart beating out of her chest. “Thor... B-Babe it’s not what you think!”

Bucky stood in front of Y/N protectively, Y/N pushed him away, “Baby..” Thunder rumbled harshly in the sky. The god felt angry, betrayed, and worse, heartbroken. Thor didn’t reply trying to keep his anger composed but it wasn’t working. He walked over picking up his sleeping son from the playpen, walking back to the room.

Y/N tries to rush after him but Bucky grabs her forearm. “Y/N where are you going??” She snatched away.

“To get him back! I’m not just going to stand here.”

“He doesn’t deserve you Y/N. The damage is done.”

Y/N looked him up and down shaking her head. Without a second thought, she rushed down the hallway to the shared room. She opened the door to see Thor in full Asgardian armor, grabbing random things for Arthur’s bag.

Y/N went over grabbing the bag out of his grip. “Thor you aren’t leaving me.”

“Lady Y/N put the bag down.”

“No Thor. You don’t get to leave, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry.”

“Now you’re sorry? You’re really funny. See you don’t get to be sorry Y/N. Your apologizing isn’t going to make everything normal. Just admit that you never loved me from the start.”

“Thor I’ve been in love with you since the beginning.”

He scoffs trying to grab the bag out of her hand but she pulls back. “This isn’t a joking matter Thor. I love you.”

Thor spoke angrily, “You are going to look me in the eyes, and tell me what happened between you and Barnes now!”

Doing what she was told, Y/N stared him in the eyes nervously. "Bucky and I met two years before you and I met. One night, we got drunk then hooked up with each other. After that night, we tried a relationship but it’s didn’t work so kept being friends babe I promise."

Thor's heart broke into a million pieces." Why did you lie to me?!? Huh?! Why did you lie?! I thought we agreed on honesty between each other!”

"Baby I'm sorry, I didn't know how you would react and I didn’t want to lose you." Her lips quivered, tears forming. " I shouldn't have kept that from you Thor, I'm so sorry."

“So lying to my face was going to make it better?? I take so much dishonesty from Loki and now I’m getting it from you. Y/N I can’t trust you.”

“I know and I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry for everything.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?” Thor clenched his jaw thinking about it. Y/N bowed her head in defeat.

“At first a little part of me did because of old feelings but now I only want you. I want you in my life, Thor.”

“I can’t be in yours Y/N.” He whispered bowing his head. Y/N gasp at his words as more tears fell, “Please, don’t say that.”

Thor picked up Arthur off the bed, “We’re leaving Y/N.”

“No! No! No! Don’t take our son.” Y/N sobbed trying to grab him but it didn’t work. “I need him, that’s my son. I can’t... Thor don’t... don’t do this.”

Thor used his hammer to guide him out the window without saying another word. Y/N drop to the floor, crying. This didn’t feel real to her.

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Part 2 : Here

I don’t like the way I wrote this but I hoped you guys liked it.

Stay slutty my friendsss

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Found Family

Summary: “hi! I hope u r having a great day!💛 I was the one who request the ron x trans male reader and I have to say that I loved it! it was beautiful! if u are ok with it can I request one about how the weasley family would react about the reader first vacations after the transition? fluff please? a george x trans male reader pleaseI love ur fics! thanks for reading!” (request) 

Pairing: George Weasley x Trans Male Reader

Key: (Y/N)- your name 

Word Count: 1812

(A/N): Took a while to get this done, but I really like it and it was very sweet.

“Oh my god, they’re gonna hate me. My hair is too shaggy, it got too shaggy, didn’t it? My face, oh no. I look nothing like I did. My voice, my face, me.” (Y/N) moved uncomfortably running his hands through his hair every second he could. He felt as nervous as he did at the beginning of the year.

“It’s gonna be fine, love. They already love you, I promise they’ll just love you harder, knowing them.” George Weasley, his beloved boyfriend, grabbed his hands holding them gently in his hands with a sweet smile on his face.

“But-“

“No butts, but mine, my dear.” George replied pointing at the beautifully round mother who came running toward them, one hand carrying a bag of lunch for the car ride home and the other ready to pinch any one of her kid’s faces.

“Here goes nothing.” (Y/N) sucked in a long breath and exhaled with a huge smile on his face. He was happy to see his basically second mother, but more nervous by the seconds that passed.

“Oh my boys! It’s been so long since I’ve seen your beautiful faces” She kissed each of the kids except (Y/N). The anxiety really started to build up when she turned around to face the twins not even acknowledging his presence. He was starting to spiral fast, quickly grabbing Geogre’s hand for support.

“Fred. George. I didn’t get many complaints. Good job.” She said sterningly, a cautious finger pointed at them as she looked around for someone, oh no, (Y/N) thought. She didn’t get the 20 letters he’d sent or maybe she’d make him stop dating George. No way this was gonna work.

“Thanks, mum” The twins sighed with a slight smirk on both their faces, even with the instant hurricane (Y/N) was pulled in, he wondered what they were planning.

“Well who’s this?” Molly asked, turning to (Y/N). His nerves hit an all time high and his heart stopped for a moment.

“It’s-uh-“ He stuttered out, of course she didn’t know who he was. He was so different, he felt like running away at this point.

“I’m just messing with you, deary! We missed you so much (Y/N)” She laughed giving him a huge hug and a pat on the back. He laughed nervously and steadied himself again. Her “pats” were devilishly strong.

“I missed you too, Mrs Weasley” (Y/N) said self-consciously, he wasn’t usually so formal with her. He’d known her for years now, but it felt like he was presenting a completely new version of himself.

“Don’t be so formal, my dear. Molly will do just fine, now boys and Ginny. We have a long trip and a lot of food to eat” She was smiling wide as she helped (Y/N) pull his trunk up from the ground.

The car ride was long and tiring as usual as he watched London pass and the country come into view. He was especially nervous about tonight’s big dinner. George squeezed his hand and smiled as they both looked on to the unfolding countryside.

“It’s gonna be great. Dad is gonna get drunk and we’re gonna laugh. Just like old times” He tried to cheer his boyfriend up, but it weighed on his heart more.

“Just like old times.” A phrase he didn’t particularly enjoy in his life right now.

Arthur Weasley loved winter, especially when he was downing glass after glass of fire whiskey as he tried to make jokes and fork at his meal. He stood up suddenly and everyone knew what was coming-

“A toast! I would like to make a toast” He shouted a little too loudly as he brought his glass up to the air.

“Oh no. Dad’s drunk toast.” Fred huffed out nudging George’s who was too busy dazzling (Y/N) for the 10th time that day.

“Oh Merlin.” He whispered back and mentally buckled up for the ride.

“To this wonderful family, a wonderful evening and most importantly to this lovely gentleman for coming!” Arthur pointed not so subtly at (Y/N), a deep crimson starting to appear on his face.

“Cheers!” The twins chanted in unison, egging their father on. Trying to length the speech as much as they could for entertainment of course.

“And might I add! To my lovely wife and her big beautiful bosom-“ Mr. Weasley was about to go on about his beautiful wife’s beautiful bosom, but was thankfully interrupted by Molly spitting out her drink as he was pulled back into his seat.

“Arthur.”

“Ham. Her big beautiful ham, always the best cooking in this house of course.” He added from his seat raising his glass once more, everyone raising their own glasses to toast Molly’s “ham”.

“This family” George whispered into (Y/N)’s ear causing him to giggle as he was clinking glasses with the room full of people.

He sighed in bed as he rolled over to look at George who was actually reading for once, but he suspected it was for prank research. He kissed forehead lightly and grabbed his night robe.

“I’m going to get some water”

“Cool, love you”

“Love you too, idiot” He sighed and walked down the rickety stairs of the burrow finding him and George were probably the only ones awake at this hour. He didn’t really need a glass of water, just a quiet moment alone as he watched the snow fall from the kitchen window.

In his silent moment he must’ve lost track of everything in existence because he barely heard Molly coming down the stairs and sitting in the chair besides him.

“Hello, dear. Can’t sleep?” She spoke up making him jump.

“Yeah.”

“Let me make you some hot chocolate” She pushed herself up from the chair and pulled out a pot and ingredients.

“That’s oka-“ He tried to answer, but it wasn’t really a choice. He didn’t really mind. It was just about 2am and he didn’t want to cause her any troubles.

“Nonsense, we’re having hot chocolate” As she filled a pot with some milk, cocoa and sugar. He liked that she didn’t really use magic when cooking, it reminded him of home. Finishing their drink she placed two mugs on the table and sat beside him once again, staring into the window with him.

He sipped on his warm drink a little awkwardly, he wanted to ask what was plaguing his mind. He just never knew when was the right time, he took another sip and sighed.

“Um- Mrs- I mean Molly. You don’t think it’s weird?” He asked quickly before his courage faded.

“What is, deary?” Molly said absentmindedly, looking at him a little puzzled. He darted his eyes back and forth before looking down at himself and she then understood.

“Oh. Not at all, dear. I’ve known many young wizards such as yourself, very upright young men” She smiled warmly at him, his eyes widened a bit in hope and excitement.

“Really?” He said, a question no one really needed to answer. He knew the answer now.

“Of course. I’ve been around, my dear. Meet a lot of people” She put her hand on his and he choked up a bit.

“So you-“

“Yes, dear. Family is family. I would accept you in any form and way no matter what. You’re a Weasley and I’m proud of you” She knew what he needed, she had. He looked at her with so much love in his heart as his eyes started to well up.

She immediately put their mugs down and embraced him tightly as he silently sobbed into her clothing.

“Oh my, dear. It’s okay, you always have a place at this table” She hushed him as she rubbed circles around his back.

“Thank you, Molly” He said, looking up at her and she just smiled sweetly.

“You don’t need to thank me. It’s what a mother does, I have your back and every one of my children’s back.”

“Of course you do” He laughed a little and really let his thoughts ease up as he embraced him.

“Now, finish that hot chocolate and get to bed. I bet George is very worried about you right now” She said snuffing a bit as she stroked his hair as he continued to cry a bit. He gained composure and nodded into her.

“Yeah” He said, muffled by her nightgown.

“You’re a fine young man, my dear. George is lucky to have you, you keep those hooligans in check and most importantly. You love him and he loves you very much” He looked up at her pulling away from the hug, he swore he could see a few tear drops threatening to fall.

He took one last sip of the now room temperature drink and hugged Molly again, she gave him a kiss on forehead and sent him on his way.

He climbed up the stairs, his anxieties in the back of his mind as he rode his new found rush of happiness all the way back to George’s room.

“You smell like hot chocolate- oh no. Did mum talk to you? I hope she didn’t say anything weird, that woman is mad” George said as (Y/N) entered his room, but when he looked up from his copy of “Inconvenience Creation”, he saw the happiest smile on his boyfriend’s face. His heart felt warm and full, he was glad it went well.

“No actually. She said she was proud of me” (Y/N) smiled as he sat on the side of the bed, staring into space.

“Woah. She never says that to me, it’s worse than I thought. She’s replacing me with a better son” He teased and pulled his boyfriend into the bed with him, putting his book down. He breathed in his scent, his mum’s hot chocolate.

“Must’ve been some talk” He yawned and hugged his waist.

“Just don’t replace me anytime soon” He teased further earning a scoff and an eye roll.

“Shut up, asshole.” (Y/N) hit his arm and held his face up, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“I told you they would still love you.” He smirked at him reaching up to give him a soft kiss on the lips, but yawned mid kiss making (Y/N) laugh.

“I shouldn't have expected any different” (Y/N) pushed his hair out of face with a huge smile on his lips as he pulled the duvet over them.

“Damn right.” Geogre replied tiredly.

“I love you” He planted another kiss on his forehead, hugging him tight as he rubbed his boyfriend’s hand on his chest softly.

“Mhm. Me too” He snuggled his face into (Y/N)’s neck, he just stroked George’s hair until he heard soft snores coming from his boyfriend. He sighed happy and exhausted as he slowly fell asleep himself.

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Insecurities - George Weasley

Summary: George gets insecure over Fred and your’s relationship. (Boys are allowed to have feelings too)

Warnings: Angst, and fluff

George watched from afar with his face against the palm of his hand as he saw you and Hermione along with other girls from Gryffindor squeal with glee as his twin pulled a rose from your ear. You didn’t even like roses. They reminded you of funerals. Shaking away his thoughts, the older twin grabbed his books off the table and started towards the door that lead out the Gryffindor common room. “George?” Hearing your voice, the boy haulted in movement but decided to act like he didn’t hear you. “George?” You raced after him with the white rose in hand tugging onto his sleeve. Reluctantly, the boy stopped and turned to face you and once he saw your sweet smile it was hard for the Weasley to be upset. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” With his free hand that wasn’t  occupied with books, it went straight towards your waist while you hands gripped onto his biceps.

“I’m sorry, love. You just seemed to busy with Fred and I didn’t want to disturb you.” It wasn’t much of a lie and luckily you fell for it.

You rolled your eyes and pulled onto his tie to bring his lips closer to yours. The kiss didn’t last long but it satisfied both of your needs for now. “I’m never to busy for you.” You pulled away from him and looked at the Rose in disgust. “Plus you know how I feel about roses.” Your whole statement was true but it still didn’t help the insecurities that were running their George’s veins.

Offering you a fake smile to try and push through his feelings George brushed a peice of hair out of your hair towards behind your ear. “And that’s why I know you’re favorite is...” whispering the spell that he created for you, not Fred. The Weasley pulled a flower from your ear. “A lily.” A yelp escaped from you mouth as you handed the rose to a random girl walking by and clenched the white lily close towards your chest.

“Merlin, I love you.” You kissed the Weasley again this time with more aggression. You both moaned into the kiss when a familiar voice broke you up.

“I feel like I should wear protection from just watching this.” The both of you pulled away when you heard Fred’s obnoxious laugh.

“Shut up, Fred.” You rolled your eyes while George sneared at his brother.

“Aw I’m just playing with you love birds.” The other Weasley twin wrapped his arm around your shoulder then George’s. “Did you tell him?” You shook your head while your boyfriends eyes furrowed.

“Tell me what?” George pushed off his brothers arm to look at you both. Fred was smiling along with you.

“I need help with Astronomy and no one is as good as our girl Y/n here.”

“My girl.” George argued by grabbing onto your hands pulling them towards his chest, getting you away from his brother.

“Yeah,” Fred agreed by dropping his hands in his pockets. “So she’s helping me studying tonight because she knows mum will have my head if I fail that class.”

“Why can’t I help you?” Fred and you both laughed at his question.

“Because babe the two of you together will end up with the two of you creating some kind of bomb and not actually work.” You kissed his cheek and walked over to Fred who grabbed your wrist and started to pull you towards the library. “I’ll see you later, love. I love you.”

Lazily, George waved at you. “I love you too.” The older Weasley twin watched as Fred let go of your wrist and pulled you in his chest and squeezed your shoulder mighty tight. They’re just friends. The boy had to say over and over again trying to kill the demons within.

After the first study session, George has notice how closer you and Fred have gotten and his insecurities grew. He couldn’t help but focus on the small touches of the arm or the hidden laughs. The Weasley knew he was crazy to think that maybe the two most important people in his life could betray him but if Hogwarts has taught George anything. It is that anything is possible.

George was getting frustrated as the time passed. The Weasley was waiting on you and his brother but neither of you have shown. The boy clenched his knuckles before sitting up from his chair to head towards the boys wing; but right as his posture straightened he heard your infamous giggle. In a quick fashion, George turned towards the entrance of Gryffindor’s common room to see you and his brother stumbling in filling the room with laughter. “Where were you?” His voice was stone cold making you straighten your posture while Fred continued to laugh.

“I’m sorry, love, but Fred and I-”

“Excalty.” George snapped filling his frustrations spill from his mouth. “You and Fred. Fred and Y/n. What about George and Y/n hmm. Ever think of actually spending time with your boyfriend.” You furrowed your eyebrows not realizing that he was feeling this way.

“George-”

“Bloke,” Fred cut you offf by walked in front of you to pat his brother on the shoulder. “You seriously need to get a grip.” Wrong move, because George pushed Fred resulting in Fred pushing him back and before anything could get worse. You ran over and gripped George’s biceps and in return he cupped your cheeks but then he saw the bruise on the base on your neck. All of the color disappeared from his face and it scared you.

“Love.”

“Where did that bruise come from?” Stepping back you clasped the wound and turned fo Fred. ”That’s what I thought.”

Your eyes widen at his words. “George no it’s not like that.”

“George, I’m your brother. I would never do anything to Y/n.” The Weasley didn’t listen to any of you as he walked past the both of you straight into Fred and his shared room. When you reached for the knob it wouldn’t open.

“Please, George. I love you with everything in me. You’re my my whole world.” Fred tried a spell to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. Letting out a sigh, you leaned against the door with dispair just wanting your man to know the truth. Fred walked over towards the adjacent wall and hit his hand against it before looking down at you.

“This is all my fault. I’ve should’ve known he was feeling like this.” You instantly shook your head.

“It’s both of ours.” The both of you had frowns and tears ready to linger. “Go to Angela. I’ve got this.” Fred let out a sigh and reached down for your hand to which you grabbed and the Weasley boy pulled you into his arms. “Don’t worry, Freddie. I think I can fix this.” Fred relaxed some into your arms, before pulling away to walk down the hall and out the west wing to go towards his new girlfriends dorm room.

Turning towards the wooden door, you pressed your knuckles against it before knocking. “George, please open the door.” Silence still lingered from the other side of the door. “I can show you what happened. I know a spell. You know Fred and I wouldn’t hurt you like that.” You took a deep breath before saying. “Love, I’d rather kill myself.” For a split of a second you thought you heard something shuffling around. Then you heard the noise once more and the sound of George’s voice. He was disarming his protection spell.

You stepped back and couldn’t help but let out a whimper when George opened the door because he still had wet tears on his rosy cheeks. In instinct, you reached up to wipe them, but he rose his arms to stop you. “Just show me.” His harsh words hurt, but you picked up your wand and pressed the tip towards your temporal lobe and whisper a spell. George watched as a elctirc blue mist sprung from your brain and hovered on the tip of your wand. As you brought the wand closer towards his forehead you looked into his eyes for reassurance that he was okay with it and George gave you a slight nod in agreement. Nodding your head in return, you pressed the tip of your wand against his forehead and watched as his eyes flashed a light blue.

—

You sat down in the wooden chair that resigned in the library as you watched Fred stand above you. “I think you’ve probably one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.” You smiled up at him as he twirled the poem book into his hands. “And I was wondering if you’d like to be my girl?” Furrowing you’re eyebrows you kept the smile that lingered even though Fred had broken the sentence up so awkwardly. The Weasley noticed your face and let out a sigh. “I don’t know why I get so weird.” Fred swung the book down towards his side as he continued. “I’m so confident but when it comes to my feelings...”

“You’re rubbish.” You added in resulting in the boy to narrow his eyes.

“Thanks for the notice.” You couldn’t help but laugh making Fred push you slightly. You shoved him off before continuing. “Now if you want to go out with Angela so bad you’re going to have to listen to me or ask for George’s advice.” Fred widen his eyes in terror.

“Oh blimey, I’d rather ask Neville.” You suppressed your laughter by holding a straight face but nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I love him but if I didn’t make the first move, he’d still be lurking from a distance.” Letting a smirk make its way into your face you remembered your first date. “But he does have some moves. Like the flower trick.” Fred nodded sheepishly thinking of at the time he saw George pull that Lilly from your ear. “He invented that all on his own.”

The twin nodded his head. “And when I use it, the ladies love it.” Again you rolled your eyes and closed your book that resigned on the wooden table.

“Just do as I say and give that book of poems to Angela, she likes that muggle arthur.” Fred nodded his head turning around then brought the book up to his face and read the cover again. As he was distracted by the book, he didn’t notice that you stood up from your seat and turned your direction slamming the spine of the book against your neck.

From the pressure of it, your breath was taken from your lungs and you wrapped your hands around your neck while Fred dramatically dropped the book and gripped your biceps in comfort. However, you didn’t want to be touched seeing as you still couldn’t breathe, and pulled away from his grip and took in a staggered breath. “Y/n?” You heart thumped loudly against your chest as Fred took you into his arms again. “Bloody hell, I’m so sorry.”

Hearing the disparity, you coughed a few times then shook your head. “We don’t tell George about this.” You gently rubbed over your wound as Fred kneaded you’re back. “He’ll kill you.”

-

George let out a gasp as the memory faded. His heart raced in his chest like yours had earlier and his neck tingled in pain. However, his throat clenched and tears formed as his mind had those horrible thoughts again. How could he be so stupid. “Love.” Relief washed over your features and you rushed into his arms, letting the boy cry into you shoulder while you cried into his chest. “I’m so sorry Y/n.” You held onto him pushing at him some, guiding your bodies onto his red sheets. Once George had sat down you sat beside him and planted your legs into his lap and cupped his face to brush off his tears. “Love, I’m so sorry.” You let him repeat his apologies a few more times before you kissed his forehead and then his lips to silent his cries.

“Don’t feel sorry, Georgie. You’re allowed to get insecure,” you kissed him again. “But it’s important that you don’t hold it in again.” Looking into each other eyes you continued. “Do you understand?” The Weasley didn’t respond so you pressed the issue. “George, do you understand?” Swiping away the rest of his tears, George nodded his head then placed a hand onto your thigh and one behind your back. Taking your time you smoothed out his long apricot locks, getting the loose strays away from his hazel eyes. Your touched soothed the boy calming his nerves.

“I love you.” You smiled at his words and leaned in to steal one more kiss.

“I love you more.” Your foreheads leaned on one another as you both forgot about the world. Pulling at the roots, you pressed your lips onto his hairline and stood up to change into one of his sweatshirts. “Now let’s get some rest because tomorrow we’re going to have a Georgie and Y/n/n day.” The Weasley smiled at your words and stood up to help fix the sweatshirt that kept wanting to fall off your shoulder.

“I’d like that.” You smiled up at him and stood on your tippy toes and when you looked up, the red mark on your neck ached. George’s eyes filled with sorrow and he kissed the wound making your breath hitch in pleasure. “You were right about one thing?” Raising your eyebrows in response, the Weasley twin continued. “I’m going to kill Fred.”

#george weasley #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x reader #hogwarts imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #weasley twins #george weasley imagine

[comfortwriting]

Whatever It Takes - F.W

Part 3 of the ‘Call Out My Name’ series, inspired by the song ‘Whatever It Takes’ by Life House. 

Part 1, Part 2

A/N: Ahhh here it is, sorry for the long wait! The finale of my first mini series, I hope you lovelies enjoy and thank you for the support!<33

Warnings: Mentions of sex, smut, fluff, angst, jealously and swearing.

Pulling away from the kiss you couldn’t process what you had done, trying to catch your breath your glassy eyes got lost in Fred's. The last time you kissed him felt like forever ago and just like that, you were back to square one; hungry for him.

You looked at your feet and sighed “meet me at my apartment, go now and don’t let my parents see you” you ordered him “we’ll... talk things through.”

Before you managed to pick up your box and go back downstairs to you parents, Fred grabbed your wrist and kissed your hand “you won’t regret this.”

Once you met him in your apartment, the two of you were up all night talking things through; Fred mostly apologising and explaining that you were the one all along. Although you were seeing someone else, it felt right to be with Fred, the kiss felt right, everything felt somewhat perfectly in place.

You finished writing the letter to your now ex-boyfriend, explaining that you couldn’t and didn’t want to be with him anymore and that you were sorry, you hoped it would be enough for him to accept.

After keeping your re-lighting of an old flame with Fred secret for the first few months, when you finally decided to break the news your parents and your sister weren’t over the moon - and your now ex-boyfriend was heartbroken and hated Fred with a burning passion; cursing the two of you.

The Weasleys on the other hand, were all delighted and so excited to welcome you back into their life and warm home. Molly and Arthur promised your parents that they would do anything and everything to ensure that you would be happy and safe with their son.

George ran towards you and held you tight into his warm embrace, crying with happiness that he could have his best friend back that he wouldn’t need to hide from anyone anymore; you could finally meet up and go out for lunch together every week which you had missed so much.

Fred knew that making things right, fixing things wouldn’t be easy, he had to prove himself to your family, he needed to show you how much he loved you after everything he had done - he also had to deal with the other people you had slept with whilst he was busy playing house.

“Well I still don’t like him.” Your father muttered under his breath sitting with you on the sofa, flicking through the Daily Prophet.

Fred was standing behind the door, listening in to everything that was being said.

“You don’t have to like him dad, but I’m happy with him and you need to accept that.” You defended your boyfriend.

Your dad glared at the paper and flicked the page “as long as you don’t bloody marry the fella.”

Fred’s heart dropped.

You giggled and sighed, standing up to get yourself a drink “maybe I will.”

A strangled smile fell from your face

What kills me that I hurt you this way

The worst part is that I didn't even know

Now there's a million reasons for you to go

But if you can find a reason to stay

Fred took a hold of your hand, the two of you resting beside the fire in your apartment listening to some muggle music.

“What time is it?” You asked, looking through the window, noticing the sunset.

“It’s seven o’clock” Fred replied staring at the clock, planting a kiss on your hand.

You stood up slowly and smiled at Fred “I’ve got to get ready” you replied, walking into your bedroom.

Fred realised that since his absence you had gained quite the following of male friends and a flock of admirers, tonight you were going out for a business dinner with your boss from the ministry to discuss a promotion.

Fred felt quite secure until he realised that Percy and other members of the ministry wouldn’t be there, Fred trusted you, but after the way he had treated you - he felt like you could fall through his fingers.

Zipping your dress up and applying the last of your powder, Fred walked into the bedroom leaning against the door frame.

His eyes searching your body and admiring how stunning you looked and how lucky he was to have you.

You’d by lying if you said you truly trusted Fred, you didn’t, he had a lot to prove and you were giving him a chance.

You learned from your mistakes the many times you put him first before your friends and your future, all because you were dating now doesn’t mean that you had to put everything on hold.

You remained independent and your wariness around Fred often made him feel like you could never trust him again, but you could and you would, all in good time.

“Are you sure you don’t need to me to come?” Fred asked, wanting to protect you.

“I’m sure.” You smiled, then thanking him for the offer.

“You look beautiful.” Fred compliment you.

Pecking Fred on the lips you grabbed some Floo Powder, Fred debated silently in his head whether or not to follow you, but he stayed at home and pondered.

After the successful business dinner you arrived home with a big smile on your face, Fred was laid in bed ‘reading’.

You walked into the bathroom, removing your makeup and made your way to the bedroom, undressing yourself, all the while responding to many of Fred's questions about your evening and the man who was your boss.

Fred searched your beautiful body and couldn’t help but bite his lip whilst watching you strip down to your underwear, you chuckled at him and shook your head. 

Sitting on the bed next to Fred, he started to kiss your neck, telling you how beautiful you looked and for the first time in years the two of you made love. You were a lot more confident than you used to be and Fred noticed, you took control and went wild riding him.

Recovering from your orgasm, Fred held you from behind acting as the big spoon. You could sense that something was bothering your boyfriend and you didn’t want to tip toe around the tension so you asked him directly.

“Is everything okay, Freddie?” you traced circles into his arm that was wrapped around your waist.

Fred hesitated for a moment, but answered “how many people have you slept with?” 

You could feel your face burning up “what does it matter love?” 

“I just always remember being... you know.” 

Letting out a light hearted chuckle you turned over to face Fred. “Yes, I did sleep with other people, Fred. We weren’t together for a long while.”

“How many?” Fred asked, sounding slightly worried.

“Why does it matter? It doesn’t define or change me as a person.” 

Fred sighed “it’s just, I heard a lot of talk from other men.. women.. they were right with their accounts of you, they too had a good time.” 

You stroked Fred’s cheek “I don’t care what they’ve said, you shouldn’t either; I only want and love you - you only get me like this.” you paused for a moment “not that it matters but more than you.” you joked, making Fred laugh.

I'll do whatever it takes

To turn this around

I know what's at stake

I know that I've let you down

And if you give me a chance

Believe that I can change

I'll keep us together

Whatever it takes

Over the years with your promotion, work at the ministry got harder, the hours got longer and the stacks of paper work got higher. You were drowning in the pressure.

Fred and George’s business was doing incredibly well and they were busy too - but you made things work and you were looking to buy a house and move out of your apartment. 

Almost landing on your arse from being spat out the fire place, covered from head to toe in soot Fred chuckled at the sight of you and outstretched his hand, helping you up.

You weren’t expecting him to be home so early, he was always working overtime as you chose to work on weekends instead of the extra few hours on weekdays. You were lucky to get a whole evening alone with Fred, let alone a whole day.

“Follow me, love” he smiled.

Holding Fred’s hand, he walked you into the bathroom. The whole room lit up from tea light candles, the bath filled with warm water and colourful bubbles sitting on the surface and floated in the air.

Fred dragged his hand across the water, moving the bubbles, in the water floated delicate red Roses.

“Oh Fred” you smiled up at him, your eyes sparkling “this is the most special thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Fred felt his heart skip a beat, finally feeling like he had done something right. He helped you get undressed and get into the bath, allowing the warm water to pull you under.

Fred turned around to leave the room but you stopped him.

“why don’t you join me?” You smiled, splashing the water, teasing him.

Fred bit his lip and smiled “the food isn’t going to cook itself”

You let out a chuckle “you’re a wizard–“

Fred blushed, remembering what his mother once told him. “Just because you're allowed to use magic now does not mean you have to whip your wands out for everything.”

Whilst you finished off in your stunning, romantic bath you got dressed into the comfy clothes laid out for you on the sink counter, little did you know, Fred was slaving away in the kitchen finishing up on the meal he had been cooking.

Walking into the dim lit dining room the smell of spaghetti filled the room, the table had your plate of food resting on the mat, with a glass of fire whiskey and a rose resting in a vase in the middle of the table.

You felt incredibly flattered, yet under dressed in the comfy oversized clothes Fred had picked out for you.

Fred admired your look and pulled out your chair.

“Fred, this is incredible—“ you noticed the cooking book on the kitchen worktop. “You did all this without magic!?”

Fred nodded and smiled shyly “I wanted to make an effort, you deserve that and so much more.”

The two of you talked about your day at work, Fred and his brother increasing sales, you talking about Percy and his jealousy towards your promotion.

You both laughed and held hands over the table, you felt like finally everything had fallen into place, you had finally got what you wanted - the love of your life to have and to hold.

“By the way, you’d make a brilliant chef” you complimented, pointing to your empty plate.

Muggle love songs suddenly came on through the radio and rose petals slowly rained down from the ceiling out of nowhere, you couldn’t believe your eyes or the amount of effort Fred had put into this evening.

Fred took a hold of your hand and pulled you into the heart of the living room, holding you close to him, both of you dancing along to the music. You could feel Fred’s heart thump against your ear, pulling away from him you gave him a concerned look.

“Fred, are you okay?” You asked, trying your best not to sour such an incredible evening.

Fred took a deep breath and got down on one knee, pulling out a box from his back pocket. He lifted the top off the box and the most gorgeous ring sparkled against the lights, Fred smiled and looked into your eyes.

“Y/N, from the moment I first saw you, you made me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of. I want to make you feel those things too, I promise. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Your eyes welled up with tears of happiness, you couldn’t believe the boy you fell for all those years ago at Hogwarts would be on his knees, proposing to you.

“It took your dad a lot of thought and consideration just to let me do this tonight, Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” Fred breathed out, his heart still thumping.

“Yes, yes Freddie” you cried, holding out your hand “I would love to.”

She said if we're gonna make this work

You gotta let me inside even though it hurts

Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see

She said like it or not it's the way it's gotta be

You've gotta love yourself if you can ever love me

After the wedding there was talk about the two of you, some said you made a big mistake - calling you a mug, saying that Fred was punching above and you were only with him because you felt sorry for him.

The two of you were aware of the chat and often heard it when you were out in Diagon Alley, you didn’t let it bother you because it was only talk - but all of this ‘talk’ was beating Fred down; making him feel insecure and like he was useless.

“Oh Fred please relax, it’s not a big deal” you tried to reassure him, stroking his head.

“It’s a big deal to me, you know how I feel about men speaking to you that way.”

One of the men you had a one night stand with many moons ago spotted you in the leaky cauldron with Fred and approached you, asking why you never called him back. Fred was mortified and felt threatened by this man.

“We’re married Fred, if we’re going to make this work, you need to tell me what’s bothering you so we can work through it.”

Fred put his head in his hands and sighed “I just feel like you deserve better, all these men you were with, they’re so much better than I am.”

You sighed and got Fred to look you in the eyes “Don’t be silly Fred, they aren’t better than you at all. I decided to be with you for a reason - after everything that happened, you need to forgive yourself Fred.”

Fred stayed silent and wiped away his tears with his sleeve. “How can I forgive myself for hurting you?” He croaked.

You sat beside him in bed and rubbed his back “because I’ve forgiven you for everything that happened, I want us to be happy, to not care about what others think.”

Fred cried even more, feeling like a weight had been lifted off him. “You’ve forgiven me?”

“Of course I did, Freddie” You smiled, kissing his cheek “I married you for a reason, not because everyone else was doing it. I want to carry your child one day.”

I'll do whatever it takes

To turn this around

I know what's at stake

I know that I've let you down

And if you give me a chance

And give me a break

I'll keep us together

You took it upon yourself to get you and George to see a muggle couples counsellor, you had read about them in plenty muggle magazines and decided it would be the best - not just for your marriage but for Fred.

Seeing him constantly panic and overthink broke your heart, you wanted this to be a healthy and stable relationship and you both loved one another so much to make it work.

At first the sessions started at one session a week, and then as the months went by it became once every two weeks, and then once per month when you were both making progress.

The first bout of sessions usually started with the counsellor asking questions, getting the two of you to have sessions alone and to talk to one another towards the end.

“I’m just scared that she’ll realise there’s there’s other who are much better than me and they’ll treat her better.” Fred opened up nervously.

“I just wish he would forgive himself, I’ve forgiven him - I did a long time ago - I want him to be able to move forward with me.” You teared up.

After six months you were able to spend sessions together talking to one another, and being able to bask in the progress the two of you had made.

Fred felt more secure and didn’t panic about you suddenly disappearing.

You and George would often talk about it over your lunch dates, you would learn more about your husband and how much he struggled when you were gone, and being able to talk about it made you closer to your best friend who was now your brother in law. You felt incredibly secure and loved by his family.

Through the months of November, December and January, you and Fred had been spending plenty of the winter evenings keeping one another warm; trying for a baby.

Pondering around the bathroom nervously while Fred was messing around in the living room trying to bake some muggle muffins, you picked up and test and smiled widely.

Walking into the kitchen you leaned against the door frame and smiled at Fred, watching him getting frustrated with the cooking book and measurements of ingredients.

“Getting annoyed are you, Mr or should I say Daddy Weasley?” You smirked.

Fred startled by your voice pulled a questioning face at you “Daddy Weasley?”

You pulled the test from your back pocket and waved it in your hand, beaming at your husband.

“Wait...you’re?” Fred’s had a surprised expression on his face, you could see the tears forming in his eyes.

You nodded your head and could feel your tears forming too “positive.”

I know you deserve much better

Remember the time I told you the way that I felt

And that I'd be lost without you and never find myself

Let's hold onto each other above everything else

Start over, start over

“I cannot believe he’s got you up the bloody duff!” Your dad scolded, helping you around your new house.

“It was a mutual decision, we decided we wanted to, together.” You defended your husband, finally sitting down on the sofa to catch your breath.

“Well now you’ve got his kid no other man will want you and you’re tied to him forever now, whether you like it or not.”

You sighed, starting to feel frustrated and angry. Fred could head your fathers cruel words and felt like he would never fit your fathers expectations.

“When will you realise that me and Fred are happy together? I know he hurt me and I know that you’re upset about it, but it’s been years! Please can you just forgive him, dad? I did.” You pleaded, the added on stress causing the baby to kick out inside of you.

Sitting in front of Fred in the bath, he washed your hair for you with a cup as you couldn’t bend all the way back from your big bump.

“He’ll never accept me” Fred muttered in a low sad voice.

You have Fred a sorrowful smile “I don’t care Fred. He wants me to be happy and I am.” You covered your eyes from the flowing water.

Fred felt relieved knowing that your father wouldn’t influence the way you felt about him, knowing that your love for him was pure.

“I love you” he whispered, massaging your scalp.

“I love you too” you smiled, feeling another kick “and this little one loves you too”

I'll do whatever it takes

To turn this around

I know what's at stake

I know that I've let you down

And if you give me a chance

Believe that I can change

I'll keep us together

Whatever it takes

You and your four year old daughter were in the garden potting some beautiful plants in your parents garden, your father was sitting with Fred in the kitchen, the two of them watching you and the little one.

Your father smiled, his granddaughter patting the soil and cheering as she planted some more seeds, her long and beautiful ginger hair flowing in the wind.

“You’ve created a beautiful little family, you and my daughter.” Your father said to Fred, taking a sip of his drink.

Fred shuffled in his seat, the tension in the air was nothing short of awkward but it meant a lot to him knowing that his father in law finally had something good to say.

“You’ve proven yourself to me, Fred. I’m sorry it took so long for me to warm up to you and the idea of you being with my daughter, when your little girl gets older you’ll understand why. Seeing how happy she is, having that little one in my life - you can’t put a price on that.”

Your father extended his hand out to Fred, slowly smiling at him. Fred paused for a moment and shook his hand, smiling back at him.

“Shall we go out there and help?” Fred smiled “they look like they could use some help.”

Your father nodded his head “I would like, Fred.”

The two of them walked outside together, joining you and your daughter. Looking up at your father and Fred smiling at one another you felt your heart flutter, the two men in your life that you loved more than anything were finally on the same page.

You could finally move forward as a family, the only thing you’ve ever wanted.

You were Fred’s girl.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley x you #fred weasley imagine #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #hogwarts #HP #Weasley #x reader #imagines #oneshots #fluff #light smut #george weasley #weasley x reader

[lyssismagical]

so small and so quiet

criminal minds

tw: homophobia, internalized homophobia 

*

Spencer Reid first realized he was gay when he was eight years old.

He didn’t think much of it, it was just another label to add to the plethora he already knew of himself – genius, nerd, schizo, weirdo, Einstein, freak, loser, every other insult the other kids at school would throw his way. Gay was just another word, whether it was directed as an insult or as something truthful. It didn’t really matter.

He was eight when he was forced into watching the school’s water polo game instead of sneaking off to the library. He was eight when fourteen-year-old Bradley Walters emerges from the water, dripping and shaking his hair out, grinning so bright Spencer thinks his cheeks might crack open. He was eight when he realized his attraction towards a man. Of course, Bradley never even looked at him, and he didn’t mind. He didn’t like Bradley. Bradley who pushed him into lockers and laughed when he held Spencer’s books way above his head. Bradley who called him a fag and introduced him to the darker side of being gay.

 He was ten when his father slung the same insults at him that his bullies did.

“You can’t possibly expect me to stick around when you’re too weak to leave your bed and my only child is gay.”

He was ten when his father walked out the door and never returned.

 He was twelve when he told his mother.

He was good at staying in the closet, it’s not like he had any friends. He couldn’t date because everyone he knew was years older than him and hated him. Most people called him gay without realizing the truth to their attempts at knocking him down.

His mother sat him down one day, more lucid than she’s been in a long time, and told him a story about how she met his father and their love. She asked if anybody made him feel like that. He laughed and told her that he didn’t even have any acquaintances let alone anyone to consider for a date. He was about to leave for college, anyway. He admitted, in a quiet voice, that the only crush he’d ever had was on the knights of the roundtable.

His mother had laughed. “Which knight?”

“King Arthur, duh,” he said, laughing. And then he went quiet, shy, and his voice was barely a whisper when he said, “Mom, I think I’m gay.”

“I know, honey.”

“How?”

“A mother always knows.”

 He was twenty-three when he finally found people that he trusted enough to be himself around. They might still mock his ramblings, tell him to stop when his nervous habits get to be too much for them. They might tell him to shut up, sideline him, and make him feel just a little bit like an outsider. But they’re family.

“I’m gay,” he told Gideon with no preamble, standing in the door to his office.

Gideon squinted up at him, pushing his glasses up his nose. “You know I don’t care, Spencer, but I think it would be better if you were to keep that a secret for the time being. It would be better for the team, for the press, for the bureau, if we didn’t have ties to people like you.”

“People like me,” Spencer echoed. “Yeah, for sure.”

And Gideon had gone back to looking at his reports.

 At twenty-four, he’s kidnapped.

 At twenty-five, Gideon left him.

The closet had never felt so safe.

 He’s twenty-seven when he’s trapped in a church with Emily, no way to escape hearing about the sins he’s committed simply by being who he is. He’s not called out personally, but when he throws up behind the SUV when they make it out, Emily must have an inkling why. Though she doesn’t say a word to him or anybody else.

He’s twenty-seven when he has to face his father again who takes one look at the way he’s dressed, the way he’s grown up, the way he carries himself, that he’s still the same gay kid he always was. He throws the word around casually, picking at Spencer’s sweater vest and muttering it under his breath.

He’s twenty-seven when his best friend, the first friend he’d ever made, is sitting on the other side of a glass door, making promises Spencer isn’t sure he can keep. He’s twenty-seven and scared when he tells Morgan the truth about himself, the one thing that he buries as deep as he can and feels shame for in every waking moment.

“I’m gay, Derek,” he says, refusing to look, using the glass as protection from the possibilities of violence that can come with this confession. He doesn’t think he’ll make it past the glass alive anyway.

“Okay, Pretty Boy,” Derek says like it’s the easiest thing on the planet.

“Did you not hear me? I’m gay.” And he says it like it’s been said to him. An insult, something to be ashamed of, something he should hide away forever, something he’ll be hated for.

But Derek doesn’t falter, he never has in his unwavering loyalty. “I know, Spencer. I heard you. And it’s okay.”

It’s okay.

When he wakes up in the hospital room, he begs Derek not to tell a soul.

(He’s thirty-four when Derek leaves him too.)

 He’s twenty-eight when he confides in Emily.

“I’m gay.”

“I’m bi, Spencer.”

And he feels more comfortable in his skin than he ever has before. He feels like it’s okay to be who he is for the first time in his life.

And he’s twenty-nine when he loses Emily too. It’s his fault. He shouldn’t have told her.

 He’s thirty when he tells the team.

When he stands in front the people he calls family and admits to the truth he hates most about himself. They threw him a birthday party. The least he can do is tell them who he is.

“I’m gay.”

And nobody seems to blink an eye.

Garcia hugs him so tight he thinks his ribs might break and JJ presses a kiss to his forehead. Rossi and Hotch give him proud fatherly nods.

He’s thirty-five when Hotch leaves.

 However, he’s thirty-five when he meets Luke.

He introduces himself in the way he always wished he had. “Hello, I’m Doctor Spencer Reid, I’m gay and I’ve been with the BAU for eight years.”

And Luke smiles, doesn’t try to shake his hand, and introduces himself as, “I’m Luke Alves, I’m bi, and this is my second week.”

He’s thirty-five when he doesn’t feel like his skin is crawling.

 He’s thirty-five when he goes to prison. He’s thirty-five when he gets out. He’s thirty-five when he lets everyone in, lets them understand him, lets them be his friends with no walls, no boundaries, no secrets.

 He’s thirty-six when he gets into his first long-term relationship with another guy. A wonderful guy who loves him more than anything.

 He’s thirty-seven when he moves in with his boyfriend, when he finally has the guts to say I Love You without wanting to throw up, when he doesn’t hate himself when he looks in the mirror, when admitting to himself that he’s gay doesn’t make his lungs cave in, when gay isn’t an insult nor does it define him, it just is.

He’s thirty-seven when he feels happy.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #lyss writes #lyss talks #luke alvez #derek morgan #emily prentiss #ralvez #if you squint #aaron hotch #aaron hotchner #dave rossi #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #jason gideon #tw homophobia #tw internalized homophobia

[thescarletweasleywitch]

Summer at the Burrow

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Little bit of jealous Fred but other than that mostly fluff in this part :)

Part 2 

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Bouncing her leg up and down, Y/n stares out the window of the Hogwarts Express watching Hogwarts shrink in the distance. It was finally summer holiday after completing her 4th year and she could not be more excited as it was her first time that she was able to spend the summer with Fred and George. Y/n, Fred, and George have been friends since they had met on the Hogwarts express when they were eleven. The twins had ran into her compartment in order to hide from their older brother Percy. Since then they have been inseparable. Although they were all best friends, she had grown very fond of the elder twin. She would never admit that to him though.

“Hey Y/n!” George beamed as the twins walked into the compartment. “Hello Boys” she greeted sleepily, barely being able to keep her eyes open as Fred sat next to her and George sat across. “You okay y/n/n?” Fred asked looking at her with eyes full of concern. “Yeah I’m okay Freddie, just a little sleepy.” She smiled back at him. The nickname had made his heart skip a beat as he smiled warmly at her. 

As time went on Y/n slowly became even more tired and fell asleep leaning on the window while the twins talked about pranks they wanted to pull on their siblings this summer. A small ‘thump’ pulled them out their conversation and they looked over to see their sleeping friend. Fred carefully moved her away from the window and laid her head down in his lap. She started to stir and she wrapped her arms around his middle and got comfortable. Fred cheeks turned scarlet and he smiled as he brought a hand down to brush some hair away from her face. 

“Fred.” George whispered. Fred hummed and tore his eyes away from you to direct his attention toward his twin. “You gotta tell her mate.” Fred sighs at this looking back down at you sleeping peacefully. 

“I know George, I know.”

-

As they slowly approached Kings Cross, Fred sighed as he looked down at Y/n who was still sleeping peacefully. “Y/n/n, love. We are almost to the station.” He said lightly shaking her. She slowly opened her eyes, sat up, and rubbed her eye with her oversized sweater sleeves. Fred looked at her in admiration thinking she couldn’t get any cuter. “Thank you Freddie” She smiled and leaned on his shoulder. “No problem love” He responded nervously. He doesn’t really call her anything other than Y/n/n or Y/n out of nervousness that she’ll find it weird. Little did he know the nickname filled her stomach with butterflies. 

She smiled up at him and snuggled even closer looking out the window. He smiled down at her and sighed out of relief and leaned his head on hers. George smiled at the two, hoping that things will work out this summer.

The train came to a slow stop and they all stood up to grab their trunks. As they stepped off, it was easy to spot the Weasley family and head over. “Y/n dear!” Mrs. Weasley greeted after hugging each of her children, pulling her into a hug. “Hello Mrs. Weasley! Thank you for letting me stay at your home again this summer.” Y/n smiled. “Oh dear, you must call me Molly. You’re family!” Y/n blushed and nodded. They all slowly exited the station and into an alley nearby to apparate. “George grab onto me and Ron, Ginny you hold onto to Ron. Fred you hold onto your mother and Y/n.” Arthur said in a whisper as him and the other Weasleys disapparated. “You ready dears?” Molly asked holding her arm out. Fred took her arm and smiled at Y/n as she gripped onto his arm leaning on him as they disapparated.

-

Arriving at the Burrow, Molly dusted herself off and headed inside as Y/n, much to his dismay, let go of Fred and the two followed her inside. “Oh dear you haven’t seen Bill and Charlie in a long time. Bill, Charlie!” She shouted and Y/n heard loud footsteps. “Y/n!” Bill said excited as he wrapped her in a hug. “Hi Bill, it’s great to see you!” She smiled. Charlie came down next, and hugged her. “Hello Y/n” He greeted as he grabbed her hand to kiss it while looking her up and down. “Hi Charlie” She smiled politely even though she felt a little uncomfortable. Fred couldn’t help the jealousy he felt bubble to the surface as he watched Charlie kiss her hand. He locked eyes with her and saw how uncomfortable she was at the moment. 

“Y/n let's go on and take you trunk upstairs to Ginny’s room.” Fred suggested grabbing her hand, as he felt her physically relax. “Okay Freddie” she beamed as her, Fred and George ran upstairs.

-

Later that evening, Y/n found herself out in the garden, on a blanket, listening to quiet music, drawing simple but gorgeous flowers in her sketchbook. “Hey Y/n/n” she looked up and saw Fred standing just a few feet away. “Hi Freddie! Would you like to join me?” She beamed, scooching over and patting the spot next to her. He nodded eagerly and sat down. He gazed at her as she continued to draw in her sketchbook. He thought she look gorgeous. Hair blowing gently away from her face, cheeks pink from the sun, lips looking soft and tempting as ever. 

“Hey Y/n can I ask you a question?” He asked nervously. She looked up at him and smiled. “Of course Freddie,” she noticed him fidgeting, “everything alright?” She asked concerned. “Y-yeah, um just promise me this won’t change anything between us if you say no.” He said holding out his pinky. She linked her pinky with his, “of course Freddie.” He took a deep breath a looked at her, studying her face. “C-can I kiss you?” He stuttered out. Y/n’s cheeks turned scarlet as she nodded, not trusting that her words will come out properly. 

He beamed and put his lips on hers, cupping her face. She kissed back eagerly as she had her hands on the back of his neck pulling him closer. They pulled away, eyes closed, foreheads leaning on each other, and left breathless. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Fred breathed out. Y/n pecked his lips and smiled. “I have an idea.” He opens his eyes and swoons at the sight in front of him. Her lips slightly swollen, doe eyes looking back at him, and her cheeks rosy red. “Y/n, love, can I be your boyfriend?” He asked. Y/n giggles at the way he asked the question. She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips

“You absolutely can my love.”

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Only You Pt. VI

Only You Series finale.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three I Part Four | Part Five | Finale 

Cedric Diggory x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: The result and ending of the Triwizard tournament leaves Y/N heartbroken and at loss, or does it? 

A/N: It’s so short and I am so sorry. I hope you enjoyed reading this series and it has been an honor to have shared this story with you all.  

The Hogwarts orchestra began to play their victory song. Cheers came from every row of the arena. Everyone was so excited and proud of the last two standing Hogwarts champions, one of whom was the winner of that year's Triwizard Tournament. Hermione and Ron felt relieved when they saw Harry apparate to where he stood in the arena. Arthur Weasley and Hagrid felt a fatherly sense of pride at the thought of Harry being one of the last two standing champions. Dumbledore waited in awe at how far Harry had gone; even as a minor, he managed to meet and match his older classmates' skills. The smile on Y/N's face was wider than when she found out that Remus and Sirius were her and Harry's godfathers. 

However, that smile faltered when she saw Cedric on the floor, with bloodstains on his jersey. Harry was on his knees, holding onto Cedric as the goblet fell from his grasp. Something told Y/N that there was something wrong. Whether it was intuition, blood relation, magic, or fate, she raced from her feet and smoothly passed Hagrid and Mad-Eye, who stood in as guards of the arena stairs. 

It all happened in slow motion. Dumbledore quickly stood from his feet and chased after the young witch, who was moving faster than the golden snitch. Y/N harshly pulled Harry into her arms while he remained frozen on top of Cedric. 

"Are you alright?" She whispered into his ear, hoping that he could hear her through his painful cries. Harry nodded in response but held his grip on Cedric. 

"Harry! Harry!" Dumbledore shouted, a gathering of professors, headmasters, and the acting-minister of magic, formed a circle around Harry. 

Dumbledore, a much stronger person, managed to pull Harry away from Cedric. "Tell me what happened!" Dumbledore pleaded to the younger wizard. While Harry pushed through the encounter with Voldemort, Y/N shakingly moved to look at Cedric. 

She reached to touch the hand on his chest, feeling the freezing touch of his frozen skin. The color on his face no longer displayed the pink-flushed cheeks he proudly showed the world each day. His plump red lips were now a blue tint. The glimmer and glow in his eyes were no longer there. Y/N didn't know when or how long she screamed for before she was wrapped into Mr. Weasley's arm as he tried to pull her away from the body. At the same time, he was trying to console his dear friend on losing his son. 

"He's back, he's back! Voldemort's back. Cedric, they hit him with a curse, and I-I couldn't leave him, not there," Harry sobbed into Dumbledore's arms. 

                         "That's my son! My boy!" Amos, Diggory cried. By now, the word has spread that something had happened to Cedric. The crowd of students had gathered in the arena ground. No one knew what to do, and all they could hear were the painful cries of Amos, Harry, and Y/N. 

Y/N can't remember when it happened, but she woke up in the infirmary. She was wrapped in a warm blanket but was still in her clothes from the challenge. She looked to her right to see Harry asleep in a bed next to her. Arthur sat asleep in what looked like an uncomfortable chair. His hat shielded his face, but the snores coming from his mouth told her his state. 

She sat up in the bed and reached for the cup of water on the nightstand next to the bed. It was past midnight. She could tell. The castle felt much colder at night, despite the season. This was the time of night when she and Cedric would sneak off to spend the night together. Regardless of what they were doing, Y/N always wanted the time to freeze, and they could just stay frozen in time, in each other's arms forever. A cold chill ran down her spine at the thought of the love of her life no longer with her. It was a foreign feeling. The water didn't help her dry throat. She had screamed and cried for too long. It would be a while until she was fully healed, her throat before her heart. 

There was a loud growl that came from her stomach. She looked towards Harry and Arthur to see their unfaltering states. Y/N quietly got out of the bed and walked towards the infirmary office, where she hoped she could find Madam Pomfrey. Instead, she was met with a locked door and a sign saying she would be back before breakfast. 

Turning to head back to the bed, she saw another figure asleep on a chair. The figure rested with their head against the stone wall and their jacket across their chest as a blanket. Y/N's feet quietly padded towards the figure before she made them out to be Amos. She was contorted; what was he doing in the infirmary? Her heart stopped when she saw the figure lying on an infirmary bed. Cedric. 

She stood next to his bed, her hands shaking. She couldn't believe it. A few hours ago, his face was pale and cold. Yet, here he was a few hours later, peacefully asleep with his red splashed cheeks for her to see. She wanted to reach out to touch his cheek and awake him, but she was afraid that when she did, she would wake up from the dream she was having. She couldn't bare to live in a world where he wasn't there, and she didn't want to face reality yet. 

She was snapped out of her thoughts when someone grabbed her wrist. Her head darted to the hand, holding on to her. She let out a muffled cry that was quickly covered with her vacant hand. 

Cedric sat up in his bed and happily smiled at his girlfriend. It broke his heart to see her so devastated. Her eyes were red and puffy, along with her nose. He pulled her onto the bed and laid her on his chest--quietly to not wake his father or the other men in the room. 

"How?" Y/N whispered, looking up to stare at his face. Cedric smiled at her once again and closed his eyes.

"I'll explain later.  Let's just rest, okay?" Y/N nodded in agreement. She and Cedric leaned in to press a longing and passionate kiss. He pulled her closer to his chest and held a tight embrace on her. Y/N held tightly onto the hand, intertwined with hers, afraid that it would disappear when she woke up. 

A few hours later, when she woke up, it was because the sound of muffled conversations disturbed her dreams. She was scared to open her eyes and be met with a harsh reality, but instead, she heard George's laugh, followed by the sound of something coming in contact with his head. She opened her eyes to see George and Fred, with Arthur and Amos gathered around the bed. They were in their conversations and didn't see her sit up. Across from her, she saw Harry listening intently to something Hermione was explaining to him and Ron. Ron muttered something she couldn't quite hear but heard Harry laugh in response to his comment. Hermione annoyingly rolled her eyes and turned to speak to someone next to her. Cedric sat next to Hermione in his house robes. 

"Hey, Cinderella! Look who finally woke up!" Fred greeted Y/N, turning the attention in the room on her. Harry rushed from his bed to his sister's side and reached for her hand, asking if she was okay. Y/N nodded in response. 

"It's Sleeping Beauty, Fred," Y/N replied to the twin. His lip twitched to the side, trying to hide the smile from being corrected on his muggle reference. "How?" She managed to breathe out while turning to sorely look at Cedric. His charming smile showed as he sat down next to her. 

"You're my lucky charm, remember?" Cedric stated. He reached to look for the accessory hidden underneath his layers of uniform. He pulled out a matching pendant to the one she had around her neck. 

"Remember when you were practicing the protection spell Remus showed you?" He asked her. The rest of the group listened in with patience. 

"The one I kept getting wrong? The one I didn't even manage to cast, right?"  Cedric smiled at the thought of the memory. Earlier in the year, after Cedric had given her the necklace, he wanted to surprise her and reveal his matching pendant that he was finally able to afford. He had gotten hers first, deciding that he could buy his later. He had hidden it in the dueling room, somewhere where she would be able to spot it, but not right away. However, after a few failed attempts at a protection spell, the spell had deflected from the subject and struck the pendant. Y/N became frustrated after that, still not having seen the charm, and gave up on practice. After that, Cedric figured he could just surprise her with it after the tournament was over. Unknowingly to both of them, the protection spell had been cast onto the pendant, and when Cedric was struck with the death curse, the young witch's spell had sent him into a state where his body received the curse and killed him. Her protection spell had saved his body, barely. This led to his body, shutting down to hold onto the magic that was sheltering his soul from leaving his body. Fred was the one to notice the color returning to his skin when Dumbledore was trying to get him sent to a private room in the infirmary. Snape had taken the pendant to inspect it, finding the protection spell still alive on the piece of jewelry. 

"You saved me, Y/N," Cedric revealed. The proud smile on his face made her body melt. 

"Snape said he hadn't seen anyone our age cast such a powerful enchantment spell," Ron blurted out. Y/N turned to smile at the people in front of her. From the Weasleys to Harry and Hermione and her boyfriend and his father. Her family. 

The end of the term ended with a weird celebration. Harry and Cedric were crowned Triwizard champions, but the tournament was then banished by Dumbledore. Whispers about Voldemort's return spread through the castle. Many believed that Harry had lied and had tried to kill Cedric himself to win the tournament. Others stated that Harry just wanted the attention, but many believed him. 

The last day of the term was spent saying goodbyes and exchanging numbers and addresses with students from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang. It had been a successful tournament; its purpose had been fulfilled. The three schools socialized and were united by a terrifying thought that Everything would change in the near future. Something terrifying was coming. 

-

"How about spring?" Cedric asked, placing another centerpiece onto the round tables. 

"Spring is too rainy. Summer? Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione have to be there," Y/N replied, following his steps, but placing neatly folded napkins on the dinner plates. 

"Right, and everyone else from Hogwarts that we want to invite," Cedric added. He finished his task and turned to spin around the decorated room. The dance floor had been arranged a few hours before, and the band was setting up their equipment. The two proudly smiled at their finished assignment when the popular Weasley of the day stepped into the room. 

"Merlin's beard! This looks incredible; thank you, guys!" Bill shouted in excitement as he approached Cedric and Y/N. "Thank you so much for your help." 

"It's our pleasure, Bill," Y/N replied, taking in his elegant groom attire. He looked nervous. "Everything will be fine, Bill. You love each other, and that's all that matters," Y/N added. The oldest Weasley smiled in return, pulled her in for a hug. 

"You two can go finish getting ready. People should start arriving soon," Bill informed them, pushing them out of the room. 

Mrs. Weasley ran around the kitchen, making sure everything was prepared for Fleur and Bill's wedding. Even if she didn't entirely like her future daughter-in-law, she wanted her son to have the best wedding possible. 

"Hey Mom, Bill said everything looks great. It smells delicious in here too," Y/N stated, walking into the kitchen. The Burrow kitchen was a working factory. Dirty dishes were being washed on their own, while the floor was being mopped, and food was being cooked on the stove. 

"Oh, dear! Look at you two, you're not even in your clothes yet!" Molly walked over to Y/N and Cedric and shook her head disapprovingly. "The wedding starts in a few minutes, and you two need to get changed quickly!" Molly pushed the two upstairs. Y/N showed Cedric to Ginny's room, where she was currently bunking with Ginny and Hermione. 

"Can you help zip me up?" Y/N asked Cedric, who quickly found his way to her lower back. He slowly zipped the material as he stared at her reflection in the mirror. 

"So, we agree on summer?" Cedric asked her. She spun around to help him put on his suit but saw him already tying his tie. 

"Yes. Summer it is," She replied. She crossed the distance between them and straightened his tie. She kept her arms around his shoulder as she stared up at his beautiful smile. 

"You're gorgeous, and I can't wait to marry you next summer," Cedric whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to her glossy ones. The two stayed entranced in their little bubble before their moment was interrupted by George.

"Afternoon," George snickered with a sly look on his face. Y/N shot a glare in his direction before she tossed a nearby shoe at his body. He managed to duck out of the room before it came in contact with him but popped his head back in to snicker another comment. "You love birds better race to the ceremony before Fred and Alicia win over everyone as the 'second cutest couple' at the wedding," George winked in their way and walked out of the room. 

"We should get going," Y/N stated, reaching to put her heels on. 

"We'll still be the cutest couple at the wedding, in my opinion, of course," Cedric commented. Y/N stood up and rolled her eyes.

"Don't you start, Ced," She chuckled at his comment and walked past him to the stairs.

"What? It's true, darling!" He called out after her. The two would wait until after the war to get married. Harry walked Y/N down the aisle. Molly and Arthur sat in the front row, with proud and smiling faces. Ginny, Hermione, Alicia, and Angelina as her bridesmaids with Fred, George, Ron, and one of Cedric's best mates as his groomsmen.

As the two shared their first dance as bride and groom, McGonagall sat proudly watching the couple. After so much loss and years of darkness, times like these reminded her of the years of peace and happiness that were to come. She scoffed for dramatization as she handed Professor Sprout and Flitwick a few galleons each. 

"But just to be clear, I am thrilled to be celebrating their love and union tonight," Minerva commented. Pomona giggled in response, and Filius followed her suit. It was the start of a happy ending. 

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