#Ron's birthday thoughts

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Use Any Means

Part 5

"I've never traveled anywhere by carriage before." Hermione whispered to Ron as they trailed the adults through echoing, marble-lined halls.

"Neither have I." Ron whispered back. "We either walk or take the Floo, usually. Don't come up to London much, though."

"Why horses, though? Still?" 

"Well, they're generally thought to be more, er, genteel than other ways of traveling. Slower, but good for cities and short distances. The Knight Bus is a nightmare, knocks you about dreadfully and it's only best if you don't have any other option; a lot of people don't like the Floo at all or just use it for work; and more people than you'd think can't apparate. You can get a car to work if you live on the border between worlds or you take it mostly into the non-magical side. Has to be older, too. Something about confuser parts and magic not mixing?" Ron drew his eyebrows together. "No, not confuser. What are they?"

"Computers?" Hermione supplied. "They're making cars with more and more computerized parts now."

"That's it! Thanks! So, most cars, even older ones, won't keep working for long on the magical side. Synthetics, I think they are, break down fast here. So, horses work pretty well in London. They're quieter, too."

"I didn't know about the synthetics. No wonder my shoes keep falling apart!" Hermione grouched. "There ought to be a pamphlet, at least, warning us about these things!"

"There was. Perce got his hands on one first year just to see. Wasn't much information in it, but it did mention the synthetics."

They came to the end of the hall and nearly walked into Hermione's parents. The goblin attendant traced a series of Runes on what looked like a blank area of the wall. A door creaked open onto an alley behind the bank, revealing a gleaming closed carriage with the Black Family crest on the door and two shifting bays hitched to it. 

A man jumped down off the high seat at the front.

"Thought you'd never get back. I had to walk the horses these ten minutes past." He opened the door and pulled down a set of steps.

"I am sorry, Melkin, we had a slight delay." Cadwaladr smiled at the groom. "We'll just get settled and then be off. You were right about needing the berlin."

"As if I'd let just anyone gawk at you and yours. Come on, in." The last he directed at Hermione and Ron, who were hanging back to let Harry get settled.

"Please do." Cadwaladr took the sting out of Melkin's abrupt orders. "I'd like you to be on Mr. Potter's other side, Mr. Weasley."

Ron climbed into the carriage, followed by Hermione. They found Harry trying to remain awake, tucked into the corner of the seat. Ron settled next to him and Harry slumped over to lean against him. The rest of their group piled in, but Cadwaladr hung back. 

"I'll be up top with Melkin. We only have to go a short way. If Mr. Potter wakes and is wondering, Hagrid had to return to Hogwarts before anyone noticed how long he'd been gone." He shut the door at that and they felt the slight jerk of a starting carriage.

With Harry snoring gently against Ron's shoulder, everyone kept quiet. Hermione appreciated that. She'd got used to how things just happened around Harry, but that thing coming from his scar followed by Ron's and Mrs. Weasley's revelations really had knocked her sideways. She knew her parents would want to discuss it later, too. They'd agreed, when she decided on Hogwarts, that she'd tell them everything.

And she had, always, but words…words didn't convey the gut-churning terror of your best friend having a shade of Voldemort bursting out of his forehead. That would figure in her nightmares for a long time, over even the Ministry…and Harry and the dragon…and petrification second year.

She stared out the window, thinking she'd recognize the way. Only…the buildings looked right, most of them, but she knew Shaftesbury Avenue. The theaters barely looked the same but the Gielgud was the Hicks. And…most of the buildings were ones she'd only ever seen in books or engravings or paintings.

The Trocadero still stood just before Piccadilly Circus. And it looked like Fortnum and Mason's was where it belonged, with Hatchard's right next to it, but the Ritz wasn't at all where the Ritz ought to be. They kept passing the large town houses that were demolished or repurposed ages ago in her London. Then they came to Berkeley Street and…Shafiq House stood where Devonshire House had been. Neither should have existed. 

It was, Hermione decided, both good and bad to be able to see everything so clearly as they passed. You just didn't get the chance to go really and truly mad thinking about everything that had changed (Stayed the same? How did it work? Could you get stuck? What would stuck look li…better not consider that. Instead consider what whim prompted them to keep the Egyptian Hall) while whizzing past it in a car.

They kept going down Piccadilly, past Green Park. As they rounded the bend toward Hyde Park Corner, Hermione chewed absently on a knuckle. When they turned onto Constitution Hill, she just knew. 

Black House, whatever it looked like, had been built on Buckingham Palace's site. She supposed that made some sense, as the magical world had no monarchy. 

(Did any of the palaces survive? What about places like Regent Street? Most of the street names were the same, but would ones referencing the monarchy survive? What about Victoria Station?)

If the Black Family lived in Buckingham Palace she really would scream. There were only so many shocks one could handle in one two-hour period, and she certainly included Mrs. Weasley coming for them at Hogsmead station. She didn't think she'd even care that it was rude.

She peeked out the window again as the carriage wheels crunched on gravel. An absolute beast of a Victorian Gothic manor lurked against the background of lush garden.

Well, she thought, it certainly fit the family well, although she'd half-expected something more Tudor in origin. 

Perhaps, if they stayed late enough, she could relieve some of her stress by running through the dark halls in a white nightie. It seemed to work for all those period drama heroines, may as well give it a whirl.

#use any means #hermione granger #poor hermione is having a rough day #the doctors granger #ron weasley #hermione is really wondering about the good taste of the magical world #but hatchard's exists in both sides #and ron will make sure she has a catalog for every bookstore in magical london #or even every bookstore in magical england #he feels bad he never thought to mention it because hermione just knows so many things already #he's going to get her the nicest copy of a history of the great workings that he can find for her birthday #he'll have to help with the pickling but it'll be worth it

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Second Chance Soulmate Pt.1

Season of Love Event

George Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: brief mention of sex

Summary: After his failed marriage, George meets someone new.

*I'm cheating a little with this one, blending this week's trope (meeting soulmate after a failed marriage) and next week's (single dad!George)

~•~

When George put that ring on his finger, he thought it'd be forever.

Turns out, he was wrong.

He learned the hard way that not every love lasts forever.

~•~

"Hey, Daddy," said the little girl with the fiery red hair. "Are you going on a date with Miss Y/L/N while I'm at Mummy's this weekend?"

George raised an eyebrow at his precocious daughter. She doesn't miss a thing, that one. "Did Uncle Fred tell you that?"

"Nope! Figured it out all by myself," she said, jutting her chin out proudly.

"Did you, now?" George grinned and pulled her onto his lap. "And how did you manage that?"

"I saw you talking to her a few days ago, and you looked really happy. And then," she pulled a crumpled piece of parchment out of her pocket. "You left your list of restaurants on the table last night."

"Hey! I've been looking for that - " he started, but his daughter continued on as if he'd said nothing. "These are all nice," she said, matter-of-factly. "But I think you should take her to our favorite pizza place."

"Romano's?" George asked, thinking of the little family run place that they went to once a week. "It's not very fancy."

"So? You should take her anyway. If she likes our favorite restaurant, then she's a keeper."

"You think so, Mira?" He appraised his young daughter.

"I know so," she said, then hopped off his lap and skipped off to her bedroom.

He shook his head as he watched her scamper off, then leaned back with a sigh. It'd been years since he'd gone on a date, and it showed. He'd asked Fred for advice. And Ron. And Bill. And Ginny. And now he was seriously considering his seven year old's well-meant, but terribly naive suggestion.

"If all it took was liking the same pizza place," he mummered to himself.

~•~

George met Carlee at Hogwarts. He knew on their very first date that she was the one.

And she was. Until, one day... she wasn't.

The cracks began to form a couple of years into their marriage. Little quirks that once endeared them to each other now irritated them. They argued a little more. And had sex a little less. George wrote it off as both of them having busy, successful careers. Nothing more.

Then their daughter, Mira, was born. And for a while, their relationship thrived. Everything was like it once was.

For a while anyway. Then, it all fell apart.

Looking back, George realized Mira was the glue that held their marriage together for so long. If she hadn't been born, the divorce would've probably happened years earlier.

"I don't know how everything went so wrong," he'd told Fred over a bottle of firewhiskey one night. "Me and Carlee used to be inseparable. Now, we can barely be in the same room together without one of us starting an argument," he took a swig of whiskey. "Hell, I can't even remember the last time we had sex."

Fred shrugged. "Don't know what to tell you, mate," he said with a sigh. "Sometimes, people just fall out of love with each other."

George fiddled with his wedding band. "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm beginning to think it might be best to go our separate ways." He grew quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting out the window. "I just hate the thought of Mira coming from a broken home."

"I'd say it's already broken," Fred pointed out. "And besides, it's better than her living with parents who are at each other's throats all the time."

George sighed. "Yeah... I suppose you're right," he agreed, pouring himself another round.

~•~

Less than six months later, shortly after Mira's fifth birthday, he and Carlee signed the divorce papers.

And it was all over.

The marriage.

The dream.

Everything.

The only good thing to come out of that relationship, George surmised, was currently in her bedroom singing to herself and playing with her legion of stuffies.

~•~

Two Years After the Divorce

"Once Upon A Story," George read the name of the new bookshop that had opened up two doors down from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Its arrival had caused quite the stir. For nearly six centuries, Flourish and Blotts was the only bookstore on Diagon Alley, managing to quickly snuff out any and all competition.

But this bookshop was different. It wasn't trying to compete with the old stalwart. Quite the opposite, actually. It specialized in the one thing that Flourish and Blotts severely lacked.

Children's books.

"C'mon, Daddy!" Mira tugged at his arm. "Let’s go in!"

George chuckled and opened the door, stepping into pure chaos. "Sure you don't want to come back later?" He teased, taking in the roiling hordes of kids.

Mira ignored him and looked around, then grabbed his hand, pulling him through the crowd. "Look, Daddy! It's Uncle Charlie's dragon book!" She held up the book written by George's older brother. Charlie had originally written it to give as Christmas gifts for his nieces and nephews. But Percy was so impressed with it that he passed a copy on to a publisher friend of his. One thing led to another, and it soon became the definitive dragon guide for children in the magical world.

"Can we get one?" She asked.

"You already have the one Uncle Charlie gave you," George grinned. "It's one of the originals, you know."

"I know that," his daughter huffed. "But I can take this one to mummy's. I won't care if it gets lost."

"Alright, then," George grinned, thumbing through the small tome.

"I see someone likes dragons," a melodious voice piped up behind George. He turned around to find himself standing before the sun in human form.

"I -um... " He stammered, but Mira stepped in front of him. "My uncle wrote it."

"Your uncle?" The sunbeam replied, eyebrows raised.

"My brother," George attempted to clarify. "Charlie. He wrote it."

"Really? Well, how exciting!" The sunbeam extended her hand. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"You're the owner!" Mira hopped up and down. "I saw your name on the sign outside!"

"That would be me," Y/N smiled down at the little girl. "And I presume you are... "

"A Weasley," George said proudly. "This is Mira. And I'm George."

"Pleased to meet you both," the bookseller said, then turned her attention to George. "You own the joke shop, right? With your twin brother?"

"Yep. Fred and I- " the younger twin began but was interrupted by his daughter's giggling.

"Are you two going to hold hands all day?" She asked and pointed at their still clasped hands.

"Oh!" Y/N and George said in unison and quickly pulled their hands apart, both looking down to hide the heat rising in their cheeks.

"Do you have any more books about dragons?" Mira plowed on, completely oblivious.

Y/N, relieved for the distraction, turned her full attention back to George's daughter. "A few," she said and leaned down, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But none as good as your uncle's."

~•~

~•~

Part Two

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Summary of Cartoon Base's Q&A with Ron Corcillo

(Feb 10, 2024)

This is VERY long, so putting it under the cut!

Apocalyptic Future

We don't know how Donnie and Raph died specifically, but it was in combat against the Krang.

The turtles were leaders of the resistance and obviously went through some serious trauma. We don't really know how that affected them emotionally. It might be interesting to do a series that explored that timeline at some point.

Leo was the best ninja fighter. Once Raph and Donnie were gone, he was also the leader of the resistance. He also had a special affinity for Casey. He may have felt particularly responsible for Casey once his mother was gone.

Mikey probably could have communicated with Raph/Donnie/Splinter in the same way they could communicate with Karai, even though we didn't get the chance to see it.

The turtles wouldn't have had time for having their own kids or starting families. They were too busy fighting the krang, and the world was too dangerous for raising children.

They couldn't work out everyone's timelines in the bad future, but presumably, Big Mama's assistant would have joined the resistance, because what else could you do? She would have to have adopted her brothers as allies.

Mikey is definitely less cheerful and more wise, but he still ultimately has faith in the goodness of people and the world. Some things, you just can't change.

The turtles are in their early 40's, but the war has taken a toll.

Characters

Splinter spent a lot of time in the Hidden City, so he knows about more mystic things than we realize. He's developed those skills (i.e. using Leo's odachi to make a portal on the first try), but they've been dormant for a while.

Donnie can temporarily create items with his powers like the ones we see in the movie, but to make a tangible item that would last, he's have to build it physically the way he would with any of his tech.

Leo probably had the hardest time accepting Draxum, since he is the most skeptical. Mikey is the one who accepts Draxum the most easily. But they did have episodes planned where Leo and Draxum work together, so Leo would have gotten over it as well.

They had never worked out a name for the second turtle sister (the first possibly being named after Frida Kahlo), but would have chosen another female artist to name her after. Maybe Camille, after Camille Claudel.

The planned sisters would be roughly the same age as the turtles, so also teenagers. The only existing designs are what we saw on screen. They had never settled on colors for them.

CJ and present Leo is kind of a weird dynamic, when you think about it. Casey still couldn't help but see Leo as a father figure, but it must be a little different when you're roughly the same age.

Leo keeps whatever he wants in the little bags he has attached to his belt. Snacks, candy, fidget toys, body spray - this is Leo, after all.

Splinter had never celebrated the turtles birthdays in the past, because he was so depressed about his own mutation. But going forward, now that he's come to grips with who he really is, he would start to celebrate that day.

A meeting between Cassandra and Casey Junior would be incredibly heartfelt. Break out the tissues.

They thought about bringing Piebald back in Man vs. Sewer, but it didn't work out. She's definitely still out there in the sewers, so there would be plenty of opportunity for the turtles to interact with her again.

Following the movie, the most serious repercussions would be to Raph mentally. He would still be carrying some of that krang mentality. He might even occasionally pick up on thoughts of the krang. It would almost be like he had some form of ptsd.

A lot of Draxum's softening only comes from after his horrible experience of having his life force sucked away by the dark armor. He may have never seen the error of his ways without an experience like that. So, if the boys had never been taken by Splinter, he probably would have gone through with his plan to make them into weapons.

Splinter would have understood that Casey Jr became a soldier because he had to, and wouldn't have a problem with that. He would view Casey Jr as a nephew or grandson. They're all used to thinking of people as family even if they're not exactly related.

As far as mystic abilities, Mikey is definitely the most powerful. Donnie and Raph both seem to have pretty strong powers too, maybe Donnie a little more so. Leo is the one who relies the least on mystic power and the most on his physical and mental skills.

Donnie definitely seems to embrace the mystic power at the end of season 2 and in the movie. Ultimately, he would find ways to combine it with his tech for supreme power-ups.

April is 18 and the turtles are 16-18. Casey Jr is around late teens or 20.

Rise Lore

Given that the first krang that came to earth crashed into the Crying Titan, there must have been some form of historic yokai/hidden city even before the empyrean was around to introduce mystic powers. After all, someone must have built the Crying Titan. Maybe it was built by some other race that actually predates the yokai, and the yokai evolved from that race, affected by the emperyan.

There are definitely still krang out there, and most of the ones that we encounter are evil. The possibility of a good Krang could exist, though.

Before the humans, the yokai roamed freely both on the surface of the Earth and underground. They were probably a lot happier then, and somewhat more numerous. Oppression by the humans must have taken a toll on them.

There were a lot of Hamato and only so many powers you could have, so there would have been a lot of overlap in ninpo abilities across all the ancestors.

The Prison Dimension and Dimension X are two different dimensions. Dimension X is where the krang are originally from, and the Prison Dimension was just used to get rid of villains. Both exist in the Rise universe.

If there was more Rise

There weren't any specific plans for Kendra, but she certainly could have been interesting as a frenemy.

They would definitely want to get into Casey's whole history with the TMNT, his mom, etc.

They would have wanted to develop April and Sunita's friendship a lot more, and see how both of them related to Cassandra Jones.

They'd make as many seasons as they'd be allowed to! But seriously, they could easily fill at least 3 more seasons. There's a lot to unlock with the Krang, and they'd also want to expore much more with Big Mama and the Hidden City.

Cassandra might not have been part of the main group, but she would have been a regular ally.

Cassandra and the turtles would have been allies, fighting the Krang. It's clear from the end of the movie that Cassandra is now roaming around and fighting krang, so she and the turtles could connect occasionally as a running storyline.

A new season would pick up from where the movie left off, so it would be a new plan instead of what was already made.

Bishop would have to be an ally, considering that the turtles had just saved the Earth. But he might be a grudging ally, one who didn't really trust the turtles or didn't like the fact that they don't play by the rules.

It would definitely be easier to do crossovers with the other 2D animated series, like the 87 series or the 2003 series. They could have some fun playing with both the writing and animation style of those shows. Combining 2D and CG animation is more difficult.

They probably would not have mutated April, as it would be a big step. In the scrapped episode where Dale turned into a wolf mutant, it was a result of a temporary mystic curse. They could certainly do something like that with April.

The turtles would still be able to comminicate with Karai through mystic means.

They would have gotten a lot more into the history of the Council of Heads in future seasons when they explored the relationship between the Hidden City and the Krang. They are clearly among the most ancient of yokai, possibly predating the Hidden City itself.

They could have done a temporary reverse mutation via some sort of mystic spell, to give the turtles human designs. It might have been fun since it seems to be something that fans enjoy so much.

They would have had the turtles go to the krang's dimension at some point in order to defeat the krang fully. They could have encountered any of the traditional dimension x/z stuff that way.

The storyline where the boys find their sisters would probably still happen. People would want to see it, even though it's been spoiled.

They had plans to eventually visit other Hidden Cities, such as one beneath Tokyo.

Cut Episodes/Scenes

In the original ending of the movie where Casey says goodbye and leaves, he was going to find his mom.

One of the scrapped episodes had to do with Mikey taking care of the other turtles when they were transformed into toddlers. He was a natural caretaker.

They never planned on a space arc, but they probably would have done one where they travel to the Krang dimension. They also were going to travel to the prison dimension to release Karai, and they could have had other adventures there as well.

Behind the Scenes

For the episode Pizza Puffs, Ben Schwartz did his part for feverish Leo without looking at the script so he would sound confused.

It would be great if Nickelodeon released some of the finished animatics for the lost season 2 episodes that were already boarded, but unfortunately, it's all copywrited material.

All animated movies go through multiple revisions, rewrites, and changes, which is why some of the original rise movie storyboards were scrapped.

They do remote recording all the time, especially since covid.

The amount that a writer incorporates into a fight scene varies from script to script. Sometimes, there are moments in a fight scene that are key to the story. If so, they are written out. Otherwise, they would sometimes write out a fight scene but know that it would change in the board. Sometimes, they'd just shorthand it.

The writers try not to indulge in too much fanfic because there could be copyright issues if it is similar to anything they would ever do in the show.

When writing the brothers, it was important to keep them in character. You have to know exactly who your characters are, all the time, in every way. The audience will forgive you if you do things that aren't exactly logical, but they won't forgive you if you sell out your characters.

There was never an overall map done of the lairs, just individual rooms. It was always kind of tricky for them to figure out exactly how to move the characters from one room to the other.

The krang invasion was specific to the movie, so we probably wouldn't have seen it in the series at all if it had not been cut short.

Other TMNT Characters

They weren't necessarily planning to add characters from other versions yet. They still had so many areas to explore that were specific to Rise, like the Hidden City, the yokai, and the history of the krang.

There were no particular plans for Honeycutt. One character that they wanted to use but never did was Monty Moose, and they were trying very hard to figure out a way to incorporate him into a story.

They didn't have any plans for Renet, but a character like her could easily fit into the Rise universe. Obviously time travel is a big part of the movie. They could use her to explore timelines that might have happened had the events of the movie turned out differently.

They didn't get a chance to explore triceratons, so there could certainly still be some out there.

Any similarities between Big Mama's assistant and the High Mage from TMNT 2003 are coincidental. They gave her the cape and hood to disguise her identity.

They didn't have any plans for Beebop and Rocksteady, since they don't really fit in with the Rise version of Shredder and the Foot Clan.

The turtles certainly could meet Yuichi Usagi.

Usagi Yojimbo crossovers are always fun. Ron could see one where his dimension has been overrun by the krang, and he comes to our dimension to seek the turtles' help because they're the only ones who have ever defeated the krang.

Ron-Specific Questions

Ron's personal favorite episodes are "Hot Soup: The Game" and "Sparring Partner."

They were super excited when they got John Lydon (aka Johnny Rotten) as Meat Sweats, just because Ron and Russ are big pink rock fans.

When asked about favorite duos, Ron likes Raph & Mikey, Donnie & April, and Leo & Senor Hueso.

If he could only save one episode from Rise and the rest became lost media, Ron would save the four-part finale.

If he could save one cut episode or plotline, Ron would want to save the more complete version of the end of season 2, where we would have seen much more of the turtles training and bonding with Karai.

Ron was not part of the new Saturday Morning Adventures comic that has Rise Raph on the cover.

If he could make a spin-off, Ron would want to do a series where Cassandra roams the Earth fighting remnants of the krang, joined by her son Casey, and occasionally joined by individual turtles and others. Draxum might join forces with her as well.

Miscellaneous

The silhouette in a tank shown at the end of Bug Busters was meant to illustrate Lou Jitsu when he is first hit with the ooze and mutated along with the turtles. It's more of a memory than an exact replication.

The reason Raph was transformed via the pod instead of instantanously may have been because Raph was unwilling, and was more difficult to change than someone like the Foot Clan ninjas, who underwent their transformation willingly.

They never attempted to get a brand deal with a soup company so fans could get Rise hot soup, but it would be a good idea.

The photo from the movie was taken just before the krang arrived.

When asked which Rise character is most likely to be Spider-Man: none of them, because he's owned by Marvel and Sony.

When asked why Donnie likes cute bratty girls: Ron is not sure where that comes from.

In Dungeons and Dragons, Raph would be a fighter class, Mikey would be some sort of illusionist, Leo would be a clever assassin or theif. Donnie would insist on being a scientist because he's sure there would have been at least one sensible person back then. April would be the DM.

Ron doesn't know what the illegible skate ramp graffiti means, but can ask one of the designers about it.

In a coffee shop, Mikey would be the baker, Donnie would create the most efficient coffee brewing system ever, Raph and April would run the business side, and Leo would be the most demanding customer ever.

The Future of Rise

The demand for Rise merch is real. It would be nice if Nickelodeon would put out more official merch.

There are no current plans for a season 3, but we can keep trying!

All we can really do to try and get Rise back is continue to share the show and encourage other people to watch. As well as keep it trending whenever we can. Sooner or later, someone will realize that there's a very real demand for this show.

He has talked about the potential for continuing the show in a comic book or short format, or in some other formats as well.

When asked if there's any chance of Netflix picking up Rise, or for both Tales of the TMNT and Rise to coexist -- anything's possible!

Ron would love to see a Rise comic series, but it's not his call. As far as if it would be darker, Ron thinks it's important that for Rise, they keep things light-hearted and comedic. That was always the goal of the show.

Shows rarely get "cancelled" in kids animation. It can always be brought back, but the focus is on Tales of the TMNT for now. He's said before that Rise could be brought back down the road as a "retro" series, or in other formats like a comic book, movie, or shorts.

... plus one answer, that does not have the original question attached:

"She would be stunned, and probably disbelieving at first. But we would find a way (through mystic means) for her to see her future timeline, at which point she would be overcome with emotion."

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[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the same boys who shared a dormitory are now raising little humans. 

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading! 

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𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

・The Nurturing Dad™

・Always makes sure the baby has everything it wants and needs (always goes over the top.)

    “Harry she already has everything. Just sit down!” 

“But maybe she wants more binkies? Or another teddy? Babies love teddies-” 

・Because he was given very little in his childhood, Harry unconsciously experiences that type of love through his daughter

・You had to point it out to him a few days before her first birthday. Harry was going OVERBOARD. 

   “She won’t remember Harry, it’s okay.”

“I don’t care if she doesn’t remember. She deserves it anyway.”

・He hates hearing her cry. The Dursleys used to let him cry and cry when he was younger. So his baby self realised no one was coming when he cried - so he stopped

・So, he never wants that to happen to his baby girl. 

・Bought her a broom for her third birthday. It was only a toy one, barely hovering more than four feet in the air. But your little one loved it

・Molly and Arthur are referred to as Nanny and Poppy. Harry’s smile was ear to ear when Molly told him they wanted to be called that

    “You’re our son, Harry.” 

・Harry gets up in the middle of the night to check on her. He just loves looking at her in the doorway

𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

・The Interactive Dad™

・The first time you got pregnant, you were only expecting ONE baby. But lo-and-behold, two heartbeats were found on the monitor. 

・Ron nearly fainted

・Molly cried when you told her the news

・Ginny was ecstatic! So eager to be an Aunt. George was a bit hesitant, as well as distant when you told him. He didn’t want to be around the babies because he thought he’d give them some sort of darkness. 

・But as soon as they were born, George was in love with them and with being an Uncle.

・When you were in the hospital bed, exhausted but content, the Weasley’s found their way to your suite and Ginny was holding balloons

・ Molly cried again

・They two babies, a girl and a boy, had freckles but only one had red hair

・When George sat down and was given both babies to hold, you could see the change in him. 

     “He...he looks like Fred.” 

“We know. His names Fred, and the other is Georgina.” 

・During the birth, Ron was there the whole time. From beginning to end. He told you to squeeze his hand as much as you needed to

・Is a stay-at-home dad. When you go to work, Ron has the twins strapped to his front and back. 

      “Look who’s home!” He calls from the kitchen. The place is pretty messy, but he’s started on dinner. 

・The twins wear the beanies, scarves and jumpers that Nana Molly has knitted for them

・Georgina has a thing with biting though, and the first time she bit Ron he was ... kinda impressed

    “Honey at least we know she can defend herself-”

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦

・The Thoughtful & Affectionate Dad™

・His child is the light of his life. You couldn’t find a better father. 

・He’s patient, caring, level-headed and loving. 

・Makes the baby’s food, does bath time and changes nappies (probably changed more than you have. He always says “You carried him for nine months, ripped parts of yourself to birth him. The least I can do is change his nappies.) 

・He remembers your little boy’s favourite toy, colour, food and place. 

・Neville has a hard time leaving your son with anyone, or going somewhere else without him. He constantly sends messages and writes down detailed instructions on how to look after your baby

・Takes as many photos of your son as possible. Has a whole book of them already 

・Neville also shows anyone/everyone the photo he keeps in his pocket of you two. It’s of the first Christmas you had in your own home with your firstborn

・Isn’t afraid of showing your son affection. He’ll pepper kisses all over his face and it makes him giggle (the baby, well, Neville as well...)

・LOVES reading bedtime stories 

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

・The Providing Dad™

・You’re either a working mum or stay at home mum. Seamus is out during the week, working for the ministry

・He felt really bad in the beginning because your son wouldn’t recognise him. The hours were long, especially because the ministry was working overtime, trying to get the Wizarding World back into shape

・But with consistency, and patience, Seamus bonded with his son so strongly

・Seamus makes everyone feel safe at home. He locks all the doors and windows, and can be relied on for backup whenever it’s wanted 

・Did your son inherit the blowing things up gene? To your utter dismay. Yes. 

・Was a bit defensive when your son liked ‘girly’ things, but you explained gender norms and expression. When he saw how much your son found joy in dressing up or playing with dolls, he came round

・You dress your son in matching outfits with Seamus. You do it without telling him and see how long it takes for him to notice (he hasn’t noticed yet)

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

・The Cool Dad™

・Everyone wants to come around to your house because Dean is so friendly

・Dean actually loves going shopping for your daughter. He loves the little outfits, the pink onesies and tutus with matching fairy wings. 

・He’s great with sleepovers. They drive you insane, but he handles chaos so easily

・You asked him about it one day. 

   “How do you handle it, Dean? They’re so loud when they’re together! There’s so much mess too. God, I don’t want to ruin their fun but it’s driving me crazy!” 

       “I know, it’s okay sweetheart. I guess it doesn’t bother me because it doesn’t matter. And the mess, the noise, it’s all caused because they’re having fun.” 

  “You have a point. But you keep your calm with everything!” 

         “Don’t take this the wrong way, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. The battle at Hogwarts changed me. Life is so fragile. Anything can mean nothing and everything - you just have to decide what’s important and what isn’t.”

・Uses your daughter to flirt with you. He’ll send her in with a bunch of roses and says “these are from daddy” but she gets bored with it and drops them on the floor 

・DEFINITELY plays dress up and has a favourite princess crown

#harry potter #harry potter headcanons #harry potter preferences #ron weasley #ron weasley headcanons #ron weasley x reader #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom headcanons #neville longbottom x you #seamus finnigan #seamus finnigan headcanons #seamus finnigan x reader #dean thomas #dean thomas x reader #dean thomas headcanons #parent headcanons #parent preferences #preferences #witch the writer #witch the writer preferences #dad headcanons #father headcanons

[lionizingheathen]

Hey, can you do an scenario with you and Ron Weasley under a blanket around your friends watching a movie and Ron decides to finger you quietly without anyone knowing?

Not a problem, hope you enjoy

Warnings: Smut, public setting, fingering

Smut under the cut

Honestly, you'd seen this movie a million times and every time it only seemed to get more hacky, but when Harry mentioned that the only thing he wanted to do for his birthday was watch a movie with his friends, you agreed.  It helped that Ron had brought a blanket for the two of you to share, giving you a reason to be resting against his strong chest.  It wasn't that you and Ron were keeping your relationship a secret, but more that Hermione and Harry hadn't caught on.  You were sort of keeping a bet, seeing what would make them notice first, and you should've known that Ron was up to something from the moment that he had presented the blanket with a smirk, but honestly you'd thought nothing of it... That is, until he began to slip his fingers between your thighs, circling your clit outside your sweatpants.  This was fine at first, you could ignore it mostly, but after a moment, he slipped his hand into the loose waistband of your sweatpants.  You widened your eyes and did your best not to jump as you glanced around.  Shit.

"What are you doing?"  You hiss, trying to push his hand away as you glanced over to where Hermione and Harry were sitting.  Thankfully they hadn't caught on, they were too engrossed in the film.  Ron merely chuckled and pushed your hands back with ease, slipping your panties to the side.  You felt the pads of his fingers graze your clit, making you shiver against him.

"Shh... Movie."  He whispered, and you chewed on your lip, spreading your legs a bit more as he slipped two fingers inisde of you.  You clenched your jaw and let out a harsh breath to keep from moaning.  He stilled them inside of you, which was almost worse... it made you want to beg him to continue.

"Ron-."  He started fucking you, moving his fingers quickly, making you stop mid sentence. "Fuck."  You whined, and Ron clapped a hand over your mouth for a moment.  Neither Harry or Hermione heard, lucklily.

"Keep quiet."  Ron murmured in your ear.  You let your head loll back as your mouth dropped open.  He sped his fingers up and you felt your cheeks burn when you realized you could hear how wet you were.  Luckily, it was loud enough in the room that only you and Ron could hear it.  He groaned.  "God, you're so fucking wet... Wish you were riding my cock instead."  You nodded.  Riding his cock was fucking amazing, he was so fucking good.  He added another finger, making you clench your jaw as your eyes rolled back.  Fuck, you felt so full.

"Me too."  You sighed, and Ron increased his pace, making you tuck your face into his neck

"Y/N?  Are you alright?" Harry asked, and before you could respond, Ron waved him off as he began massaging a spot deep inside of you, making you see stars.

"She's fine, don't worry." He said, and then he turned to you, chuckling darkly into your ear as he brought his thumb forward to rub your clit, making you gasp. "Pay attention to the movie, love.  Can't let them know how easily you're taking my fingers right in front of them... Think it'd shock them a bit." Ron murmured, and you chewed on your lips, wrapping yoru hand around Ron's wrist so you could grind more discretely on his fingers.  He curled his fingers again, making you tremble.

"Ron, faster, please..."  You whined into his ear, grabbing blindly under the blanket until your hand landed on his cock, squeezing him through his pants.

"Merlin, you're loving this, aren't you?"  He asked, and you nodded, sliding your hand into his pants so you could wrap your fingers around his cock.  He let out a breathy groan in your ear, increasing his pace.

"Mhm..."  You stroked his cock as you felt the knot in your lower stomach tighten.  Shit, you were so close... "Oh, fuck..."  The knot snapped, making you tremble as you bit down onto Ron's shoulder, trying your best to mask your moans.

"Are you cumming?"  He whispered, and you nodded, clawing into his shoulder.

"Yes..."  You gasped "Ron... ohmygod."  You murmured, Ron's fingers pushing you right into a second orgasm, one that had you shaking and trembling by the time it was over.  No one was real around you aside from Ron, not at first.  Not until you felt someone tap on your shoulder.

"Y/N?"  Harry asked, and you were still grinning lazily, your eyes closed.

"Hm?"

"Could you pass me the popcorn?" Harry asked, and you blinked, coming back into yourself.  Movie.  Popcorn.  Harry's birthday.  Right.

"Oh!  Yeah, of course.  Sorry."  You didn't know how many times he'd asked, genuinely.  But he merely waved you off and kept watching.  Good.

"All good." 

"Meet me in the bathroom."  You whispered into Ron's ear, and you could feel him squirm.  The tips of his ears turned red as he nodded.

"Uh... Okay."  He responded, and you got up, stretching and yawning.

"I'll be right back."  You said, and Hermione sat up, grasping around for the remote.

"Do you want us to pause?" Hermione asked, and you shook your head, giving her a smile as you straightened out your sweatpants, feeling the wetness on your panties.

"No, I've seen it."  You insisted, and you walked to the bathroom, straightening your appearance in the mirror.  Nothing was truly out of place, but you looked a bit frazzeled.  You heard the door shut behind you and saw Ron standing in the door, a satisfied grin on his face.  You could see the print of his cock through his pants, hard and straining.  Merlin, you wanted to wrap your lips around it and make him scream.

"That was hot-."  You pushed him, poking his chest hard.  Yes, that was hot, but it was also fucking insane.

"You are evil."  You responded, and Ron chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing your bodies together.

"C'mon love, don't be like that... we both know that you enjoyed yourself, no harm done."  You kissed him deeply, tangling your fingers into his red hair, pressing him into the bathroom wall.  You felt his strong hands on your waist, grinding you against his cock, making you moan.  At that point, he pulled away from you with a cocky grin.  "Now get on your knees before they realize we're gone."  Ron instructed, and you felt your knees hit the cold bathroom floor as you stared up at him, pulling his pajama pants down his thighs.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #ron weasley smut #ron weasley fanfiction #ron weasley fanfic #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #ron weasley imagine

[variksel]

dndads characters' appearance quirk headcanons LIGHTNING ROUND GO ok so

glenn and jodie are mistaken for brothers often because they look weirdly similar despite obviously not being biologically related

henry always has a tiny bit of sand in his pockets. all the time. just a little bit at the bottom where its annoying and doesnt come out even in the washing machine

ron still owns the first tie he ever wore to a Business Interaction. he calls it his lucky tie despite that first deal failing. he wore it when he met samantha for he first time

jodie really likes ironing and is really strict about his shirts being perfect. nicholas mirrored this but he didnt particularly like doing it

this is the opposite behaviour to glenn who hates ironing and would never buy anything thatd need to be ironed

terry owns at least one mitski shirt

the oak boys always wear little crystals from mercedes around their necks. rose quartz for henry, clear quartz for sparrow, and amethyst for lark

darryls socks ALL have that dad condition where they all eventually end up having the exact same huge hole in the exact same spot

on his first birthday post-forgotten realms, terry jr. gave ron a gift for the first time. a tie ron now calls his luckier tie

darryl had a mullet phase when he was younger

grant was DELIGHTED when he found this out

after settling in to hell, nicky weirdly developed a habit of always making sure his shirts were perfectly ironed

before losing like 80% of his hair, ron used to slick it back with an INTENSE amount of hair grease. he thought it made him look "credible" (nobody knew what that meant)

henry has a manbun. enough said

surprisingly enough, glenn absolutely eats up a good, fluffy robe. he loves those bitches

carols hands are more weathered and calloused than darryls, whose hands are soft like a babys

#to be continued #for s2 maybe #or the wives #I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS GUYS. #IM INSANELY HYPERFIXATED #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies odyssey #glenn close #darryl wilson #henry oak #ron stampler #dnd #dungeons and dragons #shitpost

[whinlatter]

Harry’s thoughts of Ginny in the Forest: a meta

‘Nothing too big, because you wouldn't be able to take it with you... I wanted you to have something to remember me by.' - DH, p. 99 (UK edition)

Here I am, on a rainy Thursday, doing re-reads for some writing and thinking about the parallels between Harry and Ginny's kiss on his birthday, and Harry’s thoughts of Ginny as he goes to his death. 

I’m thinking differently about Ginny’s motivations for the kiss these days. I used to think about her words to Harry that morning, and the act of kissing him, as a promise she’ll wait for when he comes back. Lately, I’m wondering if it’s not something sadder, and more profound. I think what Ginny does on Harry’s seventeenth is the act of a person who is starting to process the fact that the person she loves is likely going to his death — that he might not be coming back. It's a scene of a person bracing for grief and thinking about love after death, and it will set the stage for how Harry meets his own death in the Forest.

So here’s a much-too-long meta to help me think through these ideas - about the kiss, Ginny’s suspicions about Harry’s fate, and what it means that Harry returns to the memory of Ginny at the end of his life. (Stick the kettle on for this one and if you worked this all out long ago before me, just give me an eye roll and forgive me).

I’ve always taken Ginny's words to Harry before their kiss at face value. I thought of it not quite as a fun scene - it’s certainly sad - but sweet, a little sexy, and sort of reckless, even a bit mischievous on Ginny’s part.

It’s the birthday of the boy Ginny loves. They’re not together anymore. She knows he's going away. She wants to give him a birthday present, but she doesn't want to give him something he has to haul around or might lose. She does want to let him know that, despite their separation, her feelings are still the same. She craves a moment with him before he goes. She is still in love with him, she is deeply attracted to him, and part of her still feels a bit possessive. Although she’s not really concerned Harry’s going to crack on with some Veela, she does want him to have a memento of their time together. She wants him to have a happy memory, of physical intimacy and emotional comfort, to keep him going while he's away, to feel less alone.

Most of all, I used to think of the kiss (and whatever Ginny imagined might come after the kiss) as a promise. I still love you. Even though we’re not together and I respect why you have to go, I’m still all in on this. I’ll wait for you for when you come back. I want you to have the memory of this, as proof.

Harry’s reveal

But the more I’ve thought about it, the more I think about the context of when this kiss happens, after Harry and Ginny's last conversation before his birthday. It's the one a few days before, when Harry and Ginny are laying the table for dinner, and Harry lets slip to Ginny what he, Ron and Hermione will be doing when they leave:

'‘And then what does she think’s going to happen?’ Harry muttered. ‘Someone else might kill off Voldemort while she’s holding us here making vol-au-vents?’ He had spoken without thinking, and saw Ginny’s face whiten.‘So it’s true?’ she said. ‘That’s what you’re trying to do? ‘I - not - I was joking,’ said Harry evasively. (DH, 78-9, UK edition)

This is a desperately sad scene, but it’s also an important moment. Harry, so used to having his guard down with Ginny, realises he’s accidentally confessed something big: that he’s going on the run to try and kill Voldemort himself, with Ron and Hermione’s help. 

Ginny is shaken by this. As a character, she tends to either take things in her stride, or yells first, processes later. But this catches her off guard. Her words suggest there has been speculation about what it is the three of them are going off to do (‘So it’s true?’ suggests that Ginny, and perhaps other members of her family or the Order, have been speculating about this for some time). But both she and Harry realise here that he’s flippantly confirmed something huge that Ginny did not already know for sure. He’s spoken aloud the task is that Dumbledore has left him. 

It is a sign of how close Harry feels to Ginny, how safe he feels in her company, and how difficult he finds managing keeping secrets from her, that he lets this slip. He won’t come as close to telling the truth to anyone else, even people he trusts. The scene before this, in his conversation with Mrs Weasley, he didn’t let on nearly as much (though he admits that he found affirming the importance of secrecy difficult when he looked at Mrs Weasley and saw Ginny’s eyes staring back at him):

‘Well, Dumbledore left me . . . stuff to do,’ mumbled Harry. ‘Ron and Hermione know about it, and they want to come too.’ ‘What sort of ‘stuff’?’  ‘I’m sorry, I can’t—’  ‘Well, frankly I think Arthur and I have a right to know, and I’m sure Mr. and Mrs. Granger would agree!’ said Mrs. Weasley. Harry had been afraid of the “concerned parent” attack. He forced himself to look directly into her eyes, noticing as he did that they were precisely the same shade of brown as Ginny’s. This did not help… ‘Dumbledore didn’t want anyone else to know, Mrs. Weasley (…)  I didn’t misunderstand,’ said Harry flatly. ‘It’s got to be me.’ (DH, 77-8)

Later, he’ll also refuse to give any information to Lupin, for the same reason. 

'‘Can you confide in me what the mission is?’  Harry looked into the prematurely lined face, framed in thick but greying hair, and wished that he could return a different answer.  ‘I can’t, Remus, I’m sorry. If Dumbledore didn’t tell you I don’t think I can.’  ‘I thought you’d say that,’ said Lupin, looking disappointed.’ (DH, 173-4)

But with Ginny, he’s accidentally gone much further. He hasn’t said Horcruxes, but he’s as good as. The trio are setting off to try to kill Voldemort, the most dangerous task imaginable in this war. He tries, in vain, to undo it, but the damage is already done. Ginny knows more now than she did before: that the journey he’s about to go on is one that very likely will claim his life. 

What does Ginny know about Harry’s fate before this moment? 

It's clear from this interaction that Harry has never discussed any of this with Ginny before. In their breakup scene, Harry repeatedly said that he was breaking up with her for her own safety. He said he did not want her to be used as bait, as she already had been previously, and as Sirius was: 'Think how much danger you'll be in if we keep this up...' (HBP, 602). The focus was entirely on the risk to Ginny's life, a risk Harry says he cannot live with.

Ginny’s remarks at Dumbledore’s funeral told us something about how she, at that point, understood the path ahead for Harry. She made her half-joke that Harry was always busy saving the Wizarding World, and says she thinks he 'would never be happy', never fulfilled or satisfied, unless he were 'hunting Voldemort' (HBP, 603). She showed she interpreted his actions as choices being made by someone brave, determined, and personally committed to bringing about the end of Voldemort, not someone destined to. Harry’s motivations and reasons are ones she respects and empathises with. She knows the path ahead is dangerous. She doesn’t yet think of it as lethal. 

Harry didn’t respond to her assessments at the funeral, neither correcting nor confirming them. He didn’t let her know, at that stage, exactly what it is he is going to set off to do. The closest Harry came to revealing the road ahead for him in the break-up scene was this:

'It’s been like… like something out of someone else’s life, these last few weeks with you,' said Harry. 'But I can’t… we can’t… I’ve got things to do alone now.' She did not cry, she simply looked at him.’  (HBP, 602)

This is a pattern throughout their relationship, both as friends and later as romantic partners. Ginny knows a little, but not a lot, about Harry’s path. She thinks of it almost entirely as a decision he has made himself. Conversations about Harry’s destiny - about the Prophecy, about being the Chosen One, and, eventually, about the Horcrux hunt - happen near Ginny, but never with her. She does not seem to believe that Harry is the Chosen One or in any way bound to Voldemort's own fate. At the start of HBP, on the train in Slughorn’s carriage, Ginny states publicly her belief that any speculation about Harry being the Chosen One is nonsense: 

‘We never heard a prophecy,” said Neville, turning geranium pink as he said it. ‘That’s right,’ said Ginny staunchly. ‘Neville and I were both there too, and all this ‘Chosen One’ rubbish is just the Prophet making things up as usual.’ (HBP, 140)

Ultimately, before DH, Ginny has been given very little information. We can assume that she’s decided to respect Harry’s decision to keep any information from her and not to push for it. She has reason to fear he might be in danger, but she doesn’t yet know the full extent of it.

Ginny’s response

The immediate aftermath of Harry’s confession at the Burrow is very telling. 

‘They stared at each other, and there was something more than shock in Ginny’s expression. Suddenly Harry became aware that this was the first time that he had been alone with her since their stolen hours in secluded corners of the Hogwarts grounds. He was sure she was remembering them too.’ - DH (79)

It’s important that, immediately after this confession, Harry’s mind immediately takes him to private time spent alone with Ginny at the end of HBP. His certainty that Ginny, too, is reminiscing about them is typical of their wordless displays of understanding. They both reach for memories. And the memories of the last time he was alone with her, when they were still together, suddenly trigger an intense emotional and sexual tension. They are soon interrupted, and the dinner afterwards is extremely awkward. Harry wishes he were further away from Ginny, and tries, with great difficulty, to avoid touching her at the dinner table. The energy between them is intense and charged, anticipatory and frustrated. There are lots of ‘unsaid things’ that have just passed between them, and both are aware of it (DH, 79).

There are important themes being introduced here. Whenever Harry thinks about memories of his time with Ginny in DH, he does so consistently in two clear ways. To him, those times were private, intensely intimate moments which carried huge personal significance. It is strongly implied those were moments of sexual intimacy between the two of them, and where they shared an emotional closeness neither has found with any other character. But those moments with Ginny are also something Harry feels he was wrong to take. His relationship with her was something that, in retrospect, he embarked upon against his better judgement. He now feels it was something he was not entitled to, on account of his own burdens and obligations. Those were ‘stolen hours’ that were ‘something out of someone else’s life’. If we look to the wedding scene, we can see this most clearly:

‘‘Yes, my tiara sets off the whole thing nicely,’ said Auntie Muriel in a rather carrying whisper. ‘But I must say, Ginevra’s dress is far too low cut.’  Ginny glanced around, grinning, winked at Harry, then quickly faced the front again. Harry’s mind wandered a long way from the marquee, back to afternoons spent alone with Ginny in lonely parts of the school grounds. They seemed so long ago; they had always seemed too good to be true, as though he had been stealing shining hours from a normal person’s life, a person without a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead…’ (DH, 121) 

There are certain tropes at play here, that will that recur again and again in Harry’s thoughts of Ginny until the point of his death: the memory of time alone, the feeling of shared emotional and physical intimacy, to an intense degree; the sense of their time together being something stolen, both in the sense of it being snatched from within darker times, but also being forbidden, given with Harry’s fate when it comes to Voldemort. That Harry recalls these moments at a moment as two other characters make lifelong vows of marriage to each other is not insignificant: all is set up to maximise the sense of tragedy.

Ginny processing Harry’s fate

Ginny is not naive. Harry’s confession seems to change something about how she thinks about what he’s about to do. She may once have dismissed the prophecy of Harry as the Chosen One as nonsense. But she now has reason to suspect that might not quite be true.

She may well re-trace what she does know. After all, she was at the Department of Mysteries two summers prior, where she learnt that Voldemort, at least, thinks there is a prophecy of significance that involves Harry directly. She knows Harry has been having one-on-one lessons with Dumbledore: she even gave him one of the invitations (HBP, 228). She also knows that Harry and Dumbledore left school for a secret mission alone on the night the Astronomy Tower was attacked and Dumbledore was killed. She observed how Harry saw Dumbledore’s death as a catalyst to prepare for a path that required him to step back from her. Above all, we also know that Ginny is a character who understands Tom Riddle intimately. She is one of the people who comes closest to understanding the stakes of your life being bound, in some way, to Voldemort.

It is also significant that Ginny is a character canonically intrigued, and touched, by death, and by powerful Dark magic. The diary, and her own near-death experience, is the most obvious example. But in the Department of Mysteries during OotP, we are told she is also one of the characters most drawn to the veil, despite having far less direct experience of loss and grief than Harry, Luna, or even Neville:

‘[Harry] took several paces back from the dais and wrenched his eyes from the veil. ‘Let’s go,’ he said. ‘That’s what I’ve been trying to — well, come on, then!’ said Hermione, and she led the way back around the dais. On the other side, Ginny and Neville were staring, apparently entranced, at the veil too. Without speaking, Hermione took hold of Ginny’s arm, Ron Neville’s, and they marched them firmly back to the lowest stone bench and clambered all the way back up to the door.’ (OotP, 775)

I don’t mean to suggest Ginny knew what was coming for Harry, that she foresaw him having to go to his death. She knows nothing of Horcruxes, she doesn’t know the contents of the Prophecy, and she certainly doesn’t know Harry himself is a Horcrux. Harry, of course, doesn’t yet know the certainty of him going to his own death, at this point in the text. But given the information she alone has been handed, inadvertently, by Harry, she has plenty of reason to begin to suspect the path Harry is on is one that might end in death, moreso for him than for an anyone else in this war.

Ginny doesn’t appear much in the following pages, other than in her role helping to prepare the house for the wedding. Over the next few days, she has lots of time to consider Harry’s words. We know she’s also sharing a bedroom with Hermione, who is actively preparing for their imminent departure, and watching the three of them try to sneak off together to make plans. This is time for Ginny to start to digest the information Harry has unwittingly divulged. She can now begin to think about how she ought to respond to the prospect of him leaving for a mission that will, likely, cost him his life.

The kiss itself

We can see Ginny has planned this interaction with Harry in her bedroom. The false casualness of how the scene opens - ‘Harry, can you come in here a moment?’ - and the actions of the bedroom’s other occupant, Hermione, suggests some level of premeditation and collaboration. For the first time, Ginny brings him into her bedroom, with the door closed. The setting is obviously intimate and suggestive.

Harry describes Ginny as seeming nervous, but purposeful, like she is readying herself for something - she ‘[takes] a deep breath’. She is looking at him ‘steadily’. Harry is nervous, too: he cannot bring himself to look at her, finding it almost painful, like ‘gazing into a brilliant light’ (DH, 98). Her trademark blazing look is in full force. She doesn’t entertain his attempts at small talk: she is serious about what she’s about to do.

‘‘I couldn’t think what to get you,’ she said.  ‘You didn’t have to get me anything.’ She disregarded this too.’ (DH, 98-9)

Ginny opens by revealing how difficult it has been for her to work out what she could give him, under the circumstances. She is, in her own way, acknowledging how hard she is finding processing what it is he has to do now. She has been struggling with the prospect of Harry’s departure, and the possibility, even the likelihood, of his death. But she has decided she wants to make that path easier for him. Despite his reassurance, she insists she wanted to give him something. 

‘‘I didn’t know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn’t be able to take it with you.” He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful...' (99)

These lines are so significant. The first two lines in particular are deeply profound. They read very differently to how I first thought of them, if seen in this light. I didn’t know what would be useful, she says, because she doesn't know what she can say that will be useful. What could possibly make this easier, to help Harry think about the enormity of his situation, or to help guide him on a path requiring him to accept his own likely death? 

She doesn’t want what she gives to him now to be too heavy, too sad, or too serious, because she knows Harry will not be able to deal with it (‘nothing too big’). Anything too declaratory, too sentimental, or too enormous, would be impossible for him to leave with. In the last part of the sentence, her words are deliberately vague: because you wouldn’t be able to take it with you. 

I think this is the most poignant part, and it suggests the part of Ginny's mind that believes in, and is curious about, what happens beyond, after death: the voices on the other side of the veil. I think there is some part of her that thinks Harry might be going somewhere she can’t reach him - what Dumbledore will later call going on. Ginny does not openly speculate about where Harry will be taking whatever she gives him. That it could be to his own grave, or beyond, is left unspoken. He looks at her, finally, after these words, because he seems to understand, on some level, what she is trying to say to him.

‘She took a step closer to him. ‘So then I thought, I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing.’’ (DH, 99)

Ginny has decided: the thing she will give him is a memory, one that he can take with him when they part. Something to remember me by. She wants the memory of her, of them, to be useful, to serve him in some way, and to be something that he might be able to take on with him after death. She tries to soften what she’s trying to convey, with the joke about the veela. But both seem to understand what she is really saying: that she isn’t really asking for his loyalty or fidelity. She doesn’t say she’s giving him ‘something to remember me by’ for when he comes back and they can be together again. Her words are very final. The joke is supposed to make it easier for him to hear what she is saying: she’s telling him, quietly, how to think about her when he leaves, whatever leaving might mean.

Harry, for his part, continues the joke. (‘I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.’) She plays along, sort of, in a very sad way (‘there’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for’). But both seem to know that there is no real silver lining to this. 

And then there’s the kiss itself: 

‘There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for,’ she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than Firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair —’ (DH, 99)

It all comes to a head here. Harry recognises that this kiss feels exceptional, unlike any other they’ve ever shared - that Ginny has never put so much into a kiss before. It is ‘blissful oblivion’, this moment of extraordinary intensity, where she kisses him and allows him, for a moment, to think only about her and them together. It’s heady and sexual (‘the feel of her’). It’s a gift for Harry  to be able to forget everything and let this moment be a vacuum, to focus only on her. The crescendo effect of the short causes and run-on sentences allows the moment to build and build, a crescendo effect that anticipates something to come. 

Of course, their moment gets interrupted, again. Unlike when Ron interrupted her with Dean, Ginny doesn't rage at him this time: she is subdued, a response that is far more appropriate for her processing the fact that she may have just had her final kiss with the boy she loves. Harry suspects she has started to cry, something he notes is out of character. Ginny had imbued a lot of meaning into this interaction: this is a portrait of a character whose heart is breaking.

When Harry and Ron are discussing the kiss outside on the lawn, after the initial shock of being yelled at by Ron for going anywhere near Ginny, Harry has his own, shattering realisation of what all of this means for himself and Ginny:

‘Yeah, but you go snogging her now and she’s just going to get her hopes up again—’ ‘She’s not an idiot, she knows it can’t happen, she’s not expecting us to— to end up married, or—’  As he said it, a vivid picture formed in Harry’s mind of Ginny in a white dress, marrying a tall, faceless, and unpleasant stranger. In one spiralling moment it seemed to hit him: Her future was free and unencumbered, whereas his . . . he could see nothing but Voldemort ahead.’ (DH, 100)

Thinking aloud, Harry says it would be idiotic for he or Ginny to imagine they could be together, either now, or at any point in the future. He expects her to find someone else; he cannot even begin to imagine a future for himself after the task set out for him. He does not say his inevitable death - he has not yet embraced that reality - but he remains caught in the certainty of an existential battle with Voldemort that he knows he may well not survive.

Later that day, Harry will receive the snitch from Dumbledore’s will. Though he doesn’t know it yet, he now holds the resurrection stone, the item that will open at the close in the forest. It is a birthday that starts and ends with hints about what little time he has left: the stage is set for an arc that, now, has to end in his own death.

Foreshadowing Ginny and the Forest

Moments foreshadowing the significance of the forest are all over Deathly Hallows. Sometimes, they mirror the moment of his own death; often, they are related to Ginny. When they leave the Ministry, with Ron splinched, clutching the Horcrux locket, they arrive in a forest. For a moment Harry’s heart ‘leaped’ at the thought that they were back in Hogwarts’ grounds, the site of so much of his earlier happiness with Ginny (DH, 221). When the trio hear that Ginny, Neville and Luna tried to steal the sword of Gryffindor, it is the Forbidden Forest they are sent to by Snape as punishment (248-9). Harry does not fear the Forest, and is consoled by the thought of Ginny serving detention there rather than anywhere else.

In the Forest of Dean, the scene where Ron returns begins with Harry thinking of Ginny. He sits at the mouth of the tent, wanting to look for Ginny on the Marauders’ Map, until he remembers it’s Christmastime and she is at the Burrow (297). Later, in a moment that mirrors his later walk to his death, he follows his mother - Snape’s patronus, the doe - into the woods, in order to recover and destroy the Horcrux, inching Harry’s own life closer to its close:

Though the darkness had swallowed her whole, [the doe’s] burnished image was still imprinted on his retinas; it obscured his vision, brightening when he lowered his eyelids, disorienting him. Now fear came: Her presence had meant safety. “Lumos!” he whispered, and the wand-tip ignited. The imprint of the doe faded away with every blink of his eyes as he stood there, listening to the sounds of the forest, to distant crackles of twigs…  He held the wand higher. Nobody ran out at him, no flash of green light burst from behind a tree. Why, then, had she led him to this spot?’ (DH, 299)

Foreshadowing Harry's end in the Forest means also foreshadowing Ginny's own appearance at the moment of his death.

Harry’s ‘death’ in the Forest 

In the final battle, Ginny is the last person Harry sees before he begins his walk into the Forest. He takes the words she says to the child on the ground as her final act of comfort. Harry hears them as if they are being spoken to him: 

‘He was feet away from her when he realised it was Ginny.  He stopped in his tracks. She was crouching over a girl who was whispering for her mother.  ‘It’s all right,’ Ginny was saying. ‘It’s okay. We’re going to get you inside.’  ‘But I want to go home,’ whispered the girl. ‘I don’t want to fight anymore!’ ‘I know,’ said Ginny, and her voice broke. ‘It’s going to be all right.’  Ripples of cold undulated over Harry’s skin. He wanted to shout out to the night, he wanted Ginny to know that he was there, he wanted her to know where he was going. He wanted to be stopped, to be dragged back, to be sent back home (...) Ginny was kneeling beside the injured girl now, holding her hand. With a huge effort Harry forced himself on. He thought he saw Ginny look around as he passed, and wondered whether she had seen someone walking nearby, but he did not speak, and he did not look back.’ (DH, 558-9)

Harry believes that this is his final moment with Ginny before he goes to die. A part of him wants her to know that it’s happening: he is leaving, at last. But he can't call to her, because he worries she will try and stop him, and he might let her. Instead, he walks on, and doesn’t look back. After watching Ginny comfort the girl crying for her mother, Harry then goes on to the Forest, and summons his own mother, his own family, to walk with him to his death.  

‘His body and mind felt oddly disconnected now, his limbs working without conscious instruction, as if he were passenger, not driver, in the body he was about to leave. The dead who walked beside him through the forest were much more real to him now that the living back at the castle: Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and all the others were the ones who felt like ghosts as he stumbled and slipped toward the end of his life, toward Voldemort. . . .' (DH, 561-2)

Harry is already preparing to go on from this world: his living loved ones are the ones he now feels furthest from. He stands now with the dead he has summoned, who recognise him and seem to have memories of him. He doesn't fear the dead: he is going to join them.

It’s the death scene itself that I think has subtle, but important parallels with the kiss scene much earlier. In both imagery and in writing style, the scene recalls that earlier moment, where Harry found himself on the edge of another kind of oblivion. There is this mounting, febrile sense of anticipation. There is a tension that is almost sexual, a dynamic injected into the scene through descriptions of Bellatrix’s body language and behaviour towards Voldemort:

‘Bellatrix, who had leapt to her feet, was looking eagerly from Voldemort to Harry, her breast heaving. The only things that moved were the flames and the snake, coiling and uncoiling in the glittering cage behind Voldemort’s head.’  (DH, 564)

The ugly parallel of Bellatrix and Voldemort is not supposed to show the pair as the mirror image of Harry and Ginny. Rather, it is a theme that recurs throughout the series to demonstrate the gulf between Harry, with his immense capacity for love, and Voldemort, with none. Bellatrix and Ginny are memorably paralleled twice in the series: once, at the Department of Mysteries, where Bellatrix moves to ‘torture the little girl’, and Harry steps in to prevent her (OotP, 783), and again in the final battle: 

'Bellatrix was still fighting too, fifty yards away from Voldemort, and like her master she dueled three at once: Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, all battling their hardest, but Bellatrix was equal to them, and Harry’s attention was diverted as a Killing Curse shot so close to Ginny that she missed death by an inch—  He changed course, running at Bellatrix rather than Voldemort, but before he had gone a few steps he was knocked sideways…’ (DH, 589)

As Harry waits for the killing curse, we see the most direct parallel with Ginny's final kiss to him:

‘None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his — ’ (DH, 564)

There's such an intense physicality and breathlessness to the whole scene, and an enduring pseudo-sexual tension, with Bellatrix audibly panting. Even the sentence structure even invokes the kissing scene: the run-on build up of clauses, the repetition of the present participle to actively hold the reader in one present moment, building and building and ending on a dash, the promise of something more.

At the end of his life, Harry returns to the memory Ginny gave him. She meant for it to be useful, if he was to go to his death. And at the close of his life he chooses to use it, as he prepares to leave her behind in this world and depart for the next. Just as the Resurrection Stone helped accept death, so too does the memory of Ginny. He feels the memory of her, the sensation of physical touch and of being kissed, the look she gives him that he knows as one of love and great courage. As he is killed, he remembers her last gift to him, the certainty of her love for him impressed upon him.

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There's a line in OotP that I think is such an underrated line that sums up who Ginny is as a character. Harry is trying to get to Umbridge's fire to speak to Sirius when he thinks the latter is being tortured at the Ministry; Hermione suggests using Ginny and Luna as a distraction, despite Harry's objections:

'Though clearly struggling to understand what was going on, Ginny said immediately, ‘Yeah, we’ll do it,'... (OotP, 736)

This is who Ginny is. It's especially who she is to Harry, during the war. She doesn't fully know what's actually being asked of Harry (and, by extension, what is being asked of her, as the person who loves him, and who has most to lose if he is to die). But even when kept in the dark, she is enormously selfless, and her biggest act of bravery is extremely quiet. She keeps the secret Harry accidentally bestows on her, and she realises, in some sense, before he does, what it will likely mean for his life. She chooses to let him go on, knowing that he is loved, to make the path that he is on a little bit easier, even when she has realised that it will take him away from her for good.

#well that was longer that it needed to be #when in doubt write your way thru ur thoughts #pointing out foreshadowing and gasping is a full time job #justice for the birthday smooch basically #man said: blissful oblivion and also oblivion as in my DEATH #too deep in this to work out if this is even insight at this point #hp analysis #meta #harry/ginny #harry and ginny #hinny #harry x ginny #harry potter #ginny weasley #deathly hallows

[lazywonderlvnd]

happy birthday to harry james potter here’s some reasons why he always has been and always will be one of my favorite characters in all of fiction:

was treated like garbage his entire childhood and still has an inexhaustible capacity for love and forgiveness

u can talk shit abt him but if u talk shit abt his friends he’ll launch a brutal verbal tirade against u

god tier sense of humor. sarcasm level 100 never misses

bravest boy on earth??? this kid found out he had to DIE to get rid of some crazy ass evil dictator and literally walked stone cold to his own death to save everyone else??

let’s not forget he liked his lightning scar at first before he found out what it rly was :( he thought it was cool :(

unheard of emotional maturity for a teenager. instantly understood that ron was insecure abt being the youngest boy in his family and not having a lot of money and always tried to find ways to make him feel better abt it

had cute lil daydreams abt being the triwizard champion before he got forced into it for real

UNmatched bisexual energy, literally always sizing everyone up and declaring them attractive or monstrous, no in between

so so humble abt his talents and abilities yes but also SO arrogant abt his moral code. he said my moral compass is the correct one and i will follow that and ur rules and laws can truly eat my ass and honestly that’s so sexy of him

animals always like him 😔

literally BORN to wield power and not abuse it. boy destroyed the elder wand bc he liked his old one better

drinks his respect women juice every morning and every night before bed rmr when he got so righteously offended that hermione suggested he thought the prince couldn’t be a woman bc he didn’t think a woman could be that smart

also rmr when he choked out mundungus for stealing shit from grimmauld djebfjnwbfne

literally so stubborn that the imperius curse barely works on him lmaoooo

successfully used crucio to defend mcgonagall’s honor like?? ok king go off!!

just the best boy in the whole world. that’s all

#harry potter #hjp #my son i just love him sm happy bday sweet boy #thots

[redtaylorsversiongirlie]

happy birthday - h. g.

summary; hermione fucks you while everyone's in the house for her birthday party.

warnings; FEM! READER, age gap (reader's in her twenties, hermione in her 40's?? idk) SMUT (fingering, toys - strap, vibrator, scissoring, reader calling hermione "mommy").

a/n; I'm so sorry how short this is but I am quite busy and I only got the idea today.... hope u still like it tho. ALSO THIS IS HERMIONE GRANGER DAY!

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it was hermione's birthday party

all of her friends we're there; ginny, her husband harry and their kids, ron, bill and fleur and their daughter, remus sirius, teddy, tonks, fred, george, angelina, katie, charlie, percy, molly, arthur, luna, neville and his wife hannah. . . everyone.

currently, you all were eating a cake that molly baked. strawberry one, which hermione liked the most.

she was seated next to you, her hand on your thigh right under the skirt of your pink doll dress. it was surprisingly a hot weather today but that's not why you wore it. you knew it was hermione's favourite. everytime she saw you in it, you ended up getting fucked in your shared bedroom.

and hermione knew that. she knew what kind of a tease you were.

and she made sure to make you pay.

she slid her hand into your panties, not waiting a second before finding your hole and pushing two fingers in there.

you choked on your apple juice you were just drinking.

"you okay, y/n?" asked tonks.

"yeah, darling, what's up?" said hermione with a slight smirk tugging on her lips that no one else could see.

"i'm okay," you answered with a surprisingly normal voice.

your girlfriend started thrusting her fingers out and inside of you at a fast pace while having a conversation with harry and ginny about something happening at the ministry.

you had a hard time keeping yourself calm and quiet. you clenched your thighs together in hope she would stop (you weren't uncomfortable, no, just the thought of anyone finding out what's going under the table made you shiver), but then hermione sent you a sharp look and because you were obedient little girl, you spread your legs again.

you started meeting her thrusts with your hips, you needed her deeper. and right then, she hit the spot that made you see stars.

you gripped her clothed thigh, letting her know that you were close, but she knew that already by the way your pussy clenched around her fingers like you wanted to keep them inside forever.

you hid your face into the crook of her neck, breathing hard as hermione hit that spot over and over again. thankfully nobody was paying much attention to you, they just thought how adorable you two are.

your first orgasm of that evening made tears sprung into your eyes as any other that hermione gave you. she kept thrusting as you calmed down and when it became too much, you grabbed her wrist pulled her fingers out.

you wiped your eyes and moved away from her just as luna said, "you seem like you're hot, y/n, are you sure you're alright?"

"actually," you began, "i don't feel very well, i think i might go and take a nap."

everyone was telling you to get well soon as you and hermione stood up, your girlfriend saying that she will take care of you before returning to them.

when you got into your shared bedroom, you immediately reached out for hermione's present you got for her.

she sat on the bed as you sat on your knees in front of her, watching her unwrapping the gift.

"oh, you dirty girl!" she grinned as her eyes landed on a pink vibrator and a strap of the same colour.

you smiled and pecked her lips. "happy birthday, mommy."

"thank you, dove." she put the box next to her and took your face in her hands. "what if we try them, hm?" you nodded vigorously, your whole face lighting up at the idea. "yeah, is that what you want? to get fucked in a house full of people?"

you hooked your fingers around the waistband of her trousers, glancing up at her, eyes batting. "please, mommy."

"well, since you asked so nicely, who would i be to say no? get on the bed, little dove."

you happily did as you were told.

as hermione took off your panties, she asked, "what do you wanna try first? the vibrator or the strap? oh, or how about we use both?"

you couldn't help but clench your thighs at that.

hermione chuckled. "someone's a bit excited, aren't they?"

you helped getting your girlfriend out of her clothes, excited to see every inch of her beautiful body. she then helped to get you out of your dress, smirking when she saw you weren't wearing bra.

after everything was ready, you, with spread legs, patiently waited for hermione to push the strap inside you and put the vibrator on your clit but when she finally did, you threw your head backwards, your back arching to the pleasure.

hermione knew you won't be able to keep quiet and she wanted to hear you so she casted the silencing charm and locked the door.

she started moving fastly and so deliciously deeply, making you moan "mommy" over and over again.

hermione watched you in awe. she was sure there was no more gorgeous view than you during sex.

you've never felt this good in your entire time, full with hermione's dick, the vibration on your clit and the grip on your hip that surely will leave a bruise.

you started to tear up as the tip of the dick kissed the deepest spot inside you, making you cry out hermione's name over and over again like it was the only word in your vocabulary.

the second orgasm hit you harder than the first one in the dining room. you screamed in pleasure, gripping the sheets under you as your knuckles turned white.

you whimpered when hermione pulled out and turned the vibrator off, your eyes widened when she climbed on the top of you, putting on oyour hands above your head and one of your legs over her shoulder.

"you think you can cum one more time for me?"

you know you could and you wanted it more than anything in the whole world.

"mommy," you moaned as hermione started grinding her pussy against yours, her head thrown back, her breasts in your hands.

"you wanna suck on them, dove?" she asked even though she knew you wanted. you didn't hesitate before swirling your tongue around her nipples.

hermione gripped your ankle as you sucked and your clits bumping to each other repeatedly as you hum around her nipple.

"love you're gonna make mommy cum," hermione moaned, speeding her grinding until she was almost jumping.

"oooh!" she came quickly than expected, you following close behind.

hermione colapsed next to you, breathing heavily, calming herself down from the orgasm. she smiled and looked at you.

"what if i tell everyone to leave and we'll have a second round? and then another one?"

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger imagine #hermione smut #hermione granger #hermione granger smut #hermione granger fluff #wlw smut #wlw post

[marriso1]

it’s 12:04 and i just thought about how fucking guilty snape probably felt after knowing dumbledore was planning on killing harry. like even in the book it clearly stated he was horrified. like yeah, the two weren’t best friends or whatever but like snape still cared for him in his own way. even so, harry had a whole life ahead of him. a life he’s been prevented from living, by the dursleys, voldemort, dumbledore. he was just born into constant misfortune, as was snape. then it got me thinking even more. like what if:

in sixth yr snape was evesdropping or smth and the trio were talking about what they wanted to do after hogwarts and such. like do you think you could handle hearing harry specifically going on about the places he wanted the visit, his career, basically the life that he wanted, all while knowing (thinking) it wasn’t possible? knowing that this kid was going to die, and there wasn’t much snape could do about it. like that’s actually so sad. snape thought harry wouldn’t get to live that life. have that happy ending. he wouldn’t get to see cool places, meet new people, find a life for himself, or even become an adult. he’d never be able to light that birthday candle. he wouldn’t be able to experience true love. he’d never have that akward job interview. he wouldn’t get to see the aftermath of the war. to get married, have kids maybe. see ron and hermione become adults. learn how to drive, have his first real drink at 21. be normal. play quittidch. buy a house. snape knew that this kid was literally raised to be killed. yes, snape may have not been able to do some of those things himself, but it probably hit different knowing he was UNKNOWINGLY prepping him for this. like could you imagine facing harry?

hey at least both snape and harry survived and both got time to heal and idk became found family and like traveled the world and just ended up shooting voldemort right?

right?????????????????????

“o children” just started playing and im this close to sobbing so thanks myself i guess

ok sorry i’ll leave now

#harry potter #severus snape #severitus #thoughts #angst #whoopsies

[ginnympotter]

A home.

Happy belated birthday Ginny Weasley ily and so does Harry

Harry finally understood why Sirius was so miserable that year.

Although Kreacher was pleasant enough to him, being alone at 12 Grimmauld Place wasn't ideal. It was dark and gloomy and much too large. He didn't protest Ron moving in with George to keep him company for a second, but it was strange, being on his own. He went over to the Burrow for dinner practically every other night, and if Ron and George would stay, he would too. But when he'd return to Grimmauld after a long day of work, he never felt more isolated.

But when Ginny came home for the school holidays and would spend any time not with her family alone with him, the house took on a new life. It was bright and open and sometimes it even felt like it could be home. But maybe that was just Ginny.

It was Easter, and they were winded after some friendly Quidditch matches and a delicious meal from Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny was holding his thigh under the table, laughing at Ron and Hermione's mix of bickering and flirting, telling them to "get a room already," and Ron responded with, "fine, we will!" and grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her from the table out the kitchen, and her cheeks blushed but she obliged. Ginny grinned victoriously, now with her brother out of sight she wouldn't get scolded for the same activities.

"Mum, we're going to Harry's," she declared as she stood up.

"That's fine, dear," Mrs. Weasley said non-chalantly. "Take some leftover tart."

Tart and Ginny in hand, they apparated to Grimmauld Place. And as soon as they closed the door behind them, Ginny's lips were on his, and one hand wrapped around her waist, and they moved toward the kitchen. "I missed you," she said against his mouth. Harry let the treacle tart slip from his hand onto the counter, before quickly using his now-free hand to run through her hair. They didn't quite make it to the bedroom for the first time round, but made it in time for the second.

As it often happened, he woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, sweating and breathing heavily. He sat up, trying to calm himself down, but he didn't have to for long, as a small hand touched his arm. "It's okay," Ginny said softly. "You're safe, Harry."

He swallowed, nodded, and followed the pull of her hand as she moved higher up on the bed and guided his head toward her chest. He laid it there, sighing as she ran her fingers through his scalp soothingly. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, it acting as a sleeping draught as he drifted back off.

When he woke again, he felt the rhythm of her breathing was a miracle. He gently kissed her neck, and she hummed, opening her eyes slowly and smiling. "Hey."

He responded by kissing her lips, then her forehead, and then he pulled her to his chest this time. She happily burrowed her face into his skin and sighed. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Always better with you," he told her truthfully. And before he could shove down his courage, "I wish you could always be here."

"Me too," she replied. "But I've still got a couple months left of school."

"Well, what about after?"

She lifted her head up and looked at him. "What about it?"

"Well," he said, feeling the blush spread over his cheeks. "What if you were always here after you graduate?"

"You mean like... living here? With you?"

"I know it's not the most charming place in the world," Harry said. "It wouldn't be forever. Maybe we'd even get our own place one day, but until then, I mean-"

Ginny cut him off with a fierce kiss, and when she finally pulled away she had that blazing look he loved so much. "Yes. I'd love that. I love you."

She returned her mouth to his, and he melted into her touch, and the sun shined through the blinds, and everything felt warm. This could be a home, he thought. And this morning, as Ginny pulled him closer to her, it was beginning to feel like one.

#hinny #ginny weasley #harry potter #fanfic #hp #hp fanfic #one shot #harry potter x ginny weasley

[hjparisian]

make a wish- harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x reader (she/her pronouns) w: kinda deep, mainly fluffy, not proof read summary: it's (y/n)'s birthday but it doesn't feel like it. she doesn't want to celebrate it as it is a reminder that she's growing up and is getting older. boyfriend harry (and the rest of her friends) are determined to remind her it's still a special day. a/n: its my birthday today and this is based on my own feelings of getting older. sorry for not actively posting as much, i haven't had much motivation but will hopefully get back soon as i have so much planned out including a harry x reader book for a different platform

It was a special day, and no, not Christmas. It was (Y/N)'s birthday. But to (Y/N), it just felt like any other day. As the years keep going by, her birthday just felt less special. With the end of the school year slowly coming, (Y/N) realized that her youth is slipping away, nearing the stages of adulthood but not feeling prepared.

(Y/N) walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, fellow students wishing her a happy birthday as she walked towards the Gryffindor table where she'd eat with the rest of her friends. She began piling some fruit onto her plate when she saw Hermione and Ron sit down in front of her.

"Happy birthday (Y/N)" the two said to her. "I can't believe you're getting older," Ron points out

"Thank you," she said with a sour smile. "Where's Harry?" She asks wanting to divert from the reminder that she's another year older as well as wondering where her boyfriend is.

"He's still getting ready, he overslept a bit," Hermione told the girl.

Right after she said that, the subject in question rushed over to the group, taking a seat next to the birthday girl.

"Sorry I'm a bit late," Harry told his friends as he piles food on his plate. He looks over to his lovely girlfriend and kisses her cheek. "Happy birthday love!"

"Thank you Harry," (Y/N) says.

"How does it feel to be another year older?" asks Harry. "Are you planning on doing something big today? Fred and George could probably get food over to the common room and we can have a big party for you?"

As interesting as it sounds to (Y/N), she really had no plans. The day no longer felt special now that she's getting closer to adulthood. What was the point of celebrating something that no longer makes her excited?

Losing her appetite from these thoughts, she decided to leave, wanting some alone time. "I think don't wanna do anything. I should go now, I need to grab something from my dorm." She quickly left the hall, leaving her half filled plate behind.

Ron looks at her fading figure, slightly confused. "That's kind of odd," he points out. "Is she okay?"

"I hope so," Hermione says. "But she usually isn't like this. She was so excited last year. I'm worried."

Harry was worried too. He always wanted to ensure the happiness of his lover. He had to find out what was clouding (Y/N)'s mind and try to cheer her up.

"What if we throw her a surprise party?" Ron says. "Everyone likes surprises."

"Not everyone enjoys surprises, Ronald," Hermione huffs out. "It isn't a bad idea though. And like Harry said, we can use the twins help. We can invite her friends to the Gryffindor common room. What do you think Harry?"

"It's not a bad idea. But I want to check on her to see if she's alright," He says.

"Well you're going to have to wait until later. Class is going to start soon," Hermione said.

Unfortunately Harry had to wait til after classes to have a proper chat with (Y/N) since all the classes they had together decided to be busy so there was no time for them to chat. Didn't help that in half of them they don't even sit by each other.

The moment classes ended, Harry went to find (Y/N), dragging her to his dorm.

"Harry where are we going?"

"My dorm."

Harry opens the door to his shared room, closing it behind (Y/N). He drops his stuff beside his bed and goes over to his girlfriend and gives her the biggest hug, which she returns.

"Are you okay love? You don't seem excited today." He hears her sigh, cracking open her true emotions. He brings her to his bed to lay down, wrapping his arms around her as she lays her head on his shoulder.

(Y/N) began to speak."I don't know, its just, its kinda of dumb."

"Whatever you're feeling is not dumb (Y/N)," Harry tells her.

(Y/N) could feel the tears trying to build up in her eyes. "Well my birthday just doesn't feel special anymore, it just feels like another day. I feel like it's just a reminder that I'm almost an adult now and I have to start figuring my life out. Graduation is coming closer and closer and after that, we're all going to go chase our dreams and who knows if we will be in contact. I just wish we were still first years exploring Hogwarts for the first time. I miss being a little kid and having no worries. I'm not ready to get older Harry."

Harry shifts his body to face her, and giving her a kiss on her lips before responding.

"(Y/N), it's okay to feel like this. What you're feeling is completely valid. Growing up is scary, but it means new experiences to try. We still have a lot of time. You don't need to grow up yet and you don't have to have your life situated right now. Sirius told me to live in the present. If we spent too much time worrying about the future we will forget to live in the moment." Harry pauses for a second. "I promise you that we will all still be in contact together. Hermione and Ron could never forget you. I could never forget you. If anything, Ron and I already planned to get houses right next to each other so we will always be together."

Harry leans over and opens his bedside table, pulling out a small box and hands it to (Y/N).

"This is one of your gifts. Open it," Harry tells her.

(Y/N) removes the wrapping and opens up the small box. Inside it was a ring. It was simple, but it was beautiful. She puts it on her ring finger. It was a perfect fit.

"It's a promise ring," said Harry. "To prove that I will always be right by your side. That I promise to love and take care of you even after Hogwarts. I see a future with us (Y/N), and I don't plan on letting go of you."

The tears in (Y/N)'s eyes filled up again, but for a happier reason. She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and pulled him into a big kiss.

"I love you so much Harry," She tells him. "You're the most amazing person ever."

Harry smiles at her. "I love you too (Y/N). Don't make your self grow up yet. You're perfect just how you are."

(Y/N) smiles back at Harry. The one man who validated her feelings, telling her it's okay to feel what she feels, who comforted her. Birthdays don't have to be a reminder that she's getting old, rather, it should be a day to celebrate life. She doesn't have to force herself to be an adult yet. Will these thoughts continue to plague her head from time to time? Yes, but it will all be okay. She just has to remind herself to live in the moment and enjoy life.

"So," (Y/N) began. "You said this was one of my presents. What about the other?"

"Oh we'll come back right here for it." Harry winks at (Y/N) causing her to blush. "But first, there's something else waiting for you." Harry takes (Y/N)'s hand and brings her out the dorm.

"Gonna need you to close your eyes," Harry tells her.

"Why?"

"Just do it. Please? I promise I won't let you trip and fall."

(Y/N) closed her eyes. Harry held her hand as he guided her down the stairs to the common room.

"Alright, you can open your eyes now love."

As (Y/N) opened her eyes, she sees a bunch of people jumping out from behind furniture.

"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N)!"

The common room was decorated in streamers and confetti. A sign hanged in the middle of one of the walls saying "Happy Birthday (Y/N)!" All of her friends from every house was here, to celebrate her.

Hermione and Ron came up to her and gave her a hug. Fred and George were right behind them with a big cake with candles.

"Make a wish!" The twins said.

(Y/N) thought for a moment. I wish to just enjoy my life with the people I love the most.

She blows out her candles, everyone cheering.

"What did you wish for?!" Someone in the crowd asks.

(Y/N) chuckles before letting her answer slip. "This!"

Fred and George helped pass pieces of the cake around. Harry went closer to (Y/N), placing his arm around her waist and gave her a kiss.

"Happy birthday (Y/N)."

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[drarrypotterrenaissance]

the day you were sentenced to azkaban

When I saw this fantastic piece by @longdaytogo I couldn't stop myself from writing - look at Harry's face! Draco's tension! The hands! So, here's 1.3k words of artsy, self-indulgent angst wrapped up with a hopeful ending. If you like it, thank my betas, @wecanthavenicethingx and @starlitsilvereyes for making it so much better, and being so encouraging that I was able to share it 💜 Read on ao3, or below!

The day you were sentenced to Azkaban, you were all alone. Your father had already been taken away to a life in prison, starting with a year of solitary confinement; and your mother had been sent back to the Manor to begin her house arrest. You were on your own, stoic and pale and thin and drawn in the chair in the center of the room, darting glances around the court and staring at the floor in turn. You flinched when the Wizengamot announced your fate; five months in Azkaban, a strict parole after that. You were silent, just bowed your head and trembled, but the Wizangemot chastened you anyway, reminding you of your crimes, and outlining exactly how severe your punishment would have been if you had been a year older when you took the Mark, one of them shuffling their papers and mockingly wishing you a happy birthday a day in advance; you didn’t say anything, so I did, standing up because I couldn’t stay seated anymore and trying to protest, so tired of all the hate and vitriol that hadn’t stopped even after everything.

Hermione stopped me, of course. She pulled me back down onto the bench and she and Ron kept me there until the Wizengamot had all but filed out, trying, I’m sure, to keep me from making any more headlines or forcing the court to give me an official censure. But once the worst of them had left the room, and only a few plum-coloured hats could be seen at the door, I broke free, and reached you before the Aurors coming from the edges of the room did. You were still standing from when you were required to out of decorum for the magistrates, and your hair had fallen across your face, so I couldn’t see the look on your face, but I could still imagine it. I’d seen it on enough other faces during the previous few years, and by that point, I knew exactly what despair and fear and panicked isolation looked like.

We had both been children, caught up in a war from the first year of our lives, and I felt that youth more in that moment than any before. I was so young and powerless, you looked so small and fragile, and I wanted to cry for how tired I was from being angry all the time for all the problems that hadn’t yet been resolved. I don’t even know what I thought I was going to do, why I was approaching you in the first place - you were just all alone, standing there, and looking at you in that moment felt like looking into a mirror, because that was how I felt too, even surrounded by so many people. Everyone else seemed to have their name intertwined with someone else’s; Ron-and-Hermione, Molly-and-Arthur, Bill-and-Fleur. Ginny and I had never really been Harry-and-Ginny, we hadn’t been given the time to forge that link properly, and it fizzled out before we could solidify it; when she moved on to be Ginny-and-Neville, I was left alone as just Harry. And in that moment, when I saw you standing by yourself in the middle of the room, you were just Draco, just like me.

I didn’t go up to you because I wanted to become Harry-and-Draco (although I am so glad to be linked with you now, our names connected on every legal document and letter we sign), I just walked over to you because you were all alone and I was too, and it made sense in that moment that we should be all alone together.

I think I started trying to apologize, for not doing more to help you, for how the Wizengamot treated you, for my part in our petty, schoolboy rivalry; I think I started to tell you that it would be okay, that it would only be a few months, and the dementors were gone now and so it wouldn’t be fun, but you would be alright, but I don’t think I got any of those words out of my mouth.

You shook your head, a small no, and the sight of the tears pooling in your eyes silenced me before I could begin. You were so absolute, so determined to be proper even after everything, and you told me… you told me no. You said, “Thank you, Potter, but you’ve done more than anyone could have asked of you already.” Your lower lip trembled a bit on the last word, despite your best efforts, and I couldn’t stop myself from acting once more, despite my best efforts (although I didn’t really try my best to stop myself).

I hugged you, and you trembled like a leaf, frozen other than the little tremors that wracked your whole body. You kept your arms stiff at your sides, and I could feel you tightening your chin where it pressed into my shoulder, determined not to let your tears or defenses fall.

It took a few moments, but then you inhaled, deep and shuddery, and you grabbed onto me like we were still fleeing the Fiendfyre, and I held you back, just as tight. I saw the Aurors start moving in again, coming to take you away, and I pulled you even closer, watched them falter with uncertainty as I held you and let you cry out your tears and put yourself together again.

I didn’t cry, but I did a good deal of self-repair for myself while we stood there. You were holding me like I’d never been held before, like you needed me, like you wanted me to be there, like you cared about me and wanted to give as much comfort as you were getting. I thought, at the time, that might have been wishful thinking on my behalf, just more of my loneliness striking out at an empty void, but I was so glad to hear you tell me, later, whispering under cool linen sheets on a hot summer night that you felt the same way then. I just wanted to comfort you, and be comforted myself, in a way I hadn’t previously known.

A few moments more, and I started to think too much. I could see the Aurors moving again, and their motion in the corner of my eye made all my thoughts come back, moving too fast and looming too big to focus on them. I didn’t want to let you go, and yet I was going to have to, I would have no choice in what happened yet again. I wanted to keep giving you comfort, I wanted to let you take everything you needed, while you held me right back, and that was warm and safe and terrifying, because you were Draco Malfoy and I was Harry Potter, and I didn’t know what that meant anymore.

(I know what it means now. But we weren’t Draco-and-Harry then. There were still two more years ahead of us before we got the first letter addressed to Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, together, and it was another ten months after Luna’s baby shower that we even talked about making that link permanent. It took us five years from that first hug in the Ministry for us to return there to sign our names on the license that made us legally Draco-and-Harry Malfoy-Potter.)

I held you, and I held you, and I held you. I didn’t figure anything out then, and I don’t think I fixed any problems in those too-short seconds either, but I felt better, even as we clung to each other tighter still in the moments when the Aurors reached us and started to gently pull us apart.

The day you were sentenced to Azkaban, I watched you walk away between crimson-robed Aurors, and I started counting down to December, when I could see you again, and when things might start to feel alright.

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[carlsdarling]

She-Wolf Part II

Y/N does everything - literally everything - to finally be with Carl… Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: violence, angst, gore, Yandere!Reader

In the aftermath of this event, Ron spoke to Carl when the two of them were on a tour a few days later. "Carl, I think there's something wrong with Y/N," he said worriedly as they rummaged through a grocery store.

"What do you mean?" Carl asked, uncomprehending.

Ron tapped his forehead. "I don't think she's quite normal." He told Carl about your tantrum.

"Girls," Carl dismissed it with a casual wave of his hand. "It's probably just hormones. Enid is often bitchy too. Martha's quite different," he said.

Ron remained silent. He disagreed, but he realized that he couldn't explain to Carl exactly what had scared him so much: Not the fact that you'd been yelling and throwing the Coke can at the tree, but the intense darkness in your eyes. There was something inside you, something sinister and deathly that sent a shiver down Ron's spine.

"Maybe you shouldn't have let Y/N in," Ron said thoughtfully.

Carl stared at him indignantly. "Now stop that bullshit, Ron," he scolded. "Let's go over to the department store, I want to look for a present for Martha. It's her birthday soon." Ron complied and said nothing more.

Enid also noticed some signs of concern in the time that followed, and although she was still angry with Carl for dumping her for Martha, she took him aside to talk to him. "Carl, be careful," she warned, "I don't like the way Y/N is looking at you and Martha. I think she's obsessed with you."

"Rubbish," Carl fought back. "I'm not even sure if Y/N even has a crush on me, or if Martha just imagines it," he stated. "Either way, she knows I'm in a relationship."

"Just watch out," Enid repeated. "I think you're asking for trouble. Maybe you shouldn't always kiss Martha in public." She had observed that you eyed Martha with hatred whenever you thought you were not being watched.

"You're just jealous," Carl accused her.

"I don't have to put up with that," Enid countered angrily and walked away. "Don't say later that I didn't warn you."

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Just one day later, you put your plan into action. You knew Martha would be on guard duty that night, and Rick and Michonne were out scavenging for medicine. So Carl would be home alone with Judith, the opportunity was favorable. You carefully chose your outfit - tight jeans and a black, cropped top. Underneath, you wore fiery red underwear, you carefully arranged your hair and spent a lot of time on your make-up. As you applied your lipstick, you smiled at yourself in the mirror. You were a hot piece of shit, irresistible, and Carl wouldn't be able to withstand you. You would seduce him and tell him that you loved him, and he would fall for you, and he wouldn't give a second thought to boring Martha. Before you left the house, you sprayed on your favorite perfume, then floated elf-like through the streets of Alexandria until you reached Carl's house. The first floor was dark, only the rooms upstairs were lit. Bravely, you rang the doorbell.

Nothing happened. You took a few steps back and looked up at the front of the house. Maybe Carl was bathing Judith. You vigorously pressed the bell button again, then you heard a window on the upper floor being pushed open. "Who's there?" Carl called out. He sounded stressed.

"It's just me, Y/N," you shouted.

"What's the matter?" asked Carl in astonishment. "I'm just putting Judith to bed."

"I was only going to talk to you," you claimed. Carl was silent for a few seconds. "Wait a minute, I'm coming downstairs," he then said tonelessly. A few minutes later, he opened the door and gazed at you, perplexed. "What's wrong?" he finally asked. He made no move to invite you in.

"Can I come in?" you asked softly. He hesitated before wordlessly stepping aside. He pointed to the door to the living room. You took a seat on the couch while Carl stood with his arms crossed and eyed you expectantly. He looked so adorable with his messy hair, rosy lips and his usual outfit of jeans, flannel and shirt. Invitingly, you moved to one side of the sofa. "Won't you sit next to me?" you tempted him and provocatively let your top slide down.

Carl turned red and his face showed a complicated sequence of different emotions. His mouth opened and closed a few times. "Umm, Y/N... I don't think this is a good idea," he mumbled, trying to bring more distance between you and him, but you stood up and approached him, playing with your hair.

"We could have fun, Carl," you purred, "I've been dying to tell you - I like you. I like you a lot." You tilted your head flirtatiously, then tried to kiss Carl, but he dodged you.

"You know I'm with Martha, Y/N," he clarified. "This ain't working."

"Oh, forget about fucking Martha," you hissed. Your face had suddenly contorted into a grimace, and Carl winced. "She's ugly, dumpy and boring. Stop letting her constrict you; she's not worth it."

"You've got that wrong," Carl replied in dismay. "I love her. I'm sorry, Y/N, but that's the way it is. I think it's better if you leave now." He pointed to the door.

"But..." you started.

"I won't tell anyone about tonight, but you're leaving now," Carl ordered.

You hadn't expected that and, full of disbelief and anger, you made your way home. When you got home, you shrieked with rage and threw the sofa cushions across the living room. That damn Martha! What did Carl see in her? Maybe she was blackmailing him with something, but you would figure it out. It was an unalterable fact that you and Carl belonged together. His rejection couldn't be meant seriously.

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During the next weeks, it didn't escape Martha's attention that you still adored Carl, and eventually she decided to confront you. Rick and Maggie had assigned you a job at the stables, since you - like Maggie - had grown up on a farm with horses and knew how to handle them. It was already dawn when you mucked out the last horse boxes. Your hair was in a bun, but sweaty strands kept falling into your face and you impatiently brushed them aside, all the while wondering when and how you could finally free Carl from that dreadful Martha. Little did you know that Martha would make it easy for you.

"Step aside, Starlight," you murmured and pushed against the black stallion's shoulder. The stallion sniffed suspiciously and pricked up his ears as if he had heard a noise. You listened, then you heard it too: footsteps approached the door, then a shadow appeared in the doorway. Outside, the darkness had descended. You blinked in irritation as you recognized Martha, who was slowly coming towards you. As always, she looked inconspicuous; her hair flat, no make-up, completely meaningless and without charisma. Hatred was burning inside you. She simply didn't deserve Carl!

"Hello, Y/N," Martha greeted you coldly.

"What do you want?" you snapped as you closed Starlight's box and leaned the pitchfork against the wall.

"We should talk," Martha began. "I want you to stop prowling around Carl like a bitch in heat. He doesn't want anything from you."

"He really does? Is that so?" you replied with a sneer. "You don't know a thing."

"Carl loves me," Martha said smugly. Her stupid face was adorned with a foolish smile.

"That can be changed, if it's even true," you replied venomously.

"Who do you think you are?" Martha attacked you harshly. "You can't come here and lay claim to my boyfriend! Carl has chosen me and you have to accept it!"

"Your days with Carl are over," you said tersely. "Look at yourself in the mirror."

"I really feel sorry for you, Y/N," Martha shook her head. "It must be hard for you. I'll just tell you one more time: stay away from Carl!" She turned to leave.

"Or what?"

Martha wheeled around. "Or you'll get to know me!"

"Oh, you think I'm afraid of you?" You laughed. Martha actually had no idea what you were like.

"I'll tell everyone how disturbed and pathetic you are," Martha warned, heading for the door. How could she think she could threaten you? She was nothing but a weak, dumb parasite!

You looked around frantically and your eyes fell on a small hatchet hanging on a hook on the wall. You grabbed it in a second and rushed after Martha. You caught up with her before she reached the door, but she must have heard you because she turned around. Her mouth opened in horror when she saw you, your right hand raised high with the hatchet. Martha didn't even have time to scream - the hatchet came down and split her skull almost to the root of her nose. She stared at you with an expression of incredulous astonishment as blood and brain matter streamed down her plain face, then she staggered, rolled her eyes and fell to the ground, where she gave a few last convulsions and then lay still.

Your heart raced. Hastily, you pulled the hatchet out of Martha's head; there was a sickening smacking sound and a pool of blood spread across the floor. What were you supposed to do with the body? That hadn't been the plan, even if it did solve your biggest problem – how to get rid of Martha. But if you were caught now, you would have no future with Carl anyway because you would be imprisoned or banished from Alexandria. You sighed in frustration. Your life was so complicated; it just wasn't fair.

The old well behind the stables came to mind. A deep hole in the ground, covered with rotten wooden planks. No one would look for Martha there. You grabbed her hands and dragged her with a groan out of the building, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. You'd have to clean this place soon. You broke out in a sweat, from stress and also from exertion, because Martha's body was heavy. You fought your way through the high grass, passing a rusty combine harvester, then pulled the lid of the well far enough aside so that you could maneuver the body into it. Martha slid through the hole and, satisfied, you heard her body land with a thud at the bottom. You placed the wooden planks back over the well. Then you returned to the stable, where you poured water on the floor and used the broom to clean up all the blood. You also wiped the blood off the hatchet. Why did murder have to be this filthy? It was so annoying! You had planned to watch a movie tonight, but now you could forget about it because you had to clean up this damn mess.

But Carl was finally yours. You had saved him. He just didn't know it yet.

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[multiverse-of-fanfic]

Happy Birthday, Harry!

Sleeping Beauty was one of my favorite movies as a kid. So, of course when I saw this anon ask on @sitp-recs dash, I knew I HAD to write this little birthday blurb

"Is it supposed to look so – "

"So what?" Draco snapped, whipping his head to his left to arch a sharp brow at Ron.

Ron floundered under the attention. "So, um, uh – "

"What Ron means to say," interjected Hermione, stepping forward with a gentle hand on Draco's shoulder and a pointed look towards her husband. "Is that it has a lot of character. Isn't that right, Ronald?"

Draco's head swiveled back towards his ginger critic to find him frantically nodding, his head moving up and down wildly as if on a hinge.

Pursing his lips, Draco turned back towards his creation. "I'll admit. It's not exactly what I'd originally had in mind."

And as if Draco's words were the panacea to his sudden – and welcome – silence, Ron stepped up and pointed at the cake. "So, it's not meant to be all crooked like that?"

"No," Draco said tersely.

"Have you got it stuck like that with a Stasis Charm?"

"Yes. It was either that or prop it up with a bloody broomstick. I haven't the time to bake another."

"Bake?" cried Ron. "You made this yourself?"

"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?"

"No," Ron snorted.

Draco turned and glared at him, but Hermione attached herself to his upper-arm with both hands and a cry of, "Oh, I think it's lovely, Draco."

And almost as one, the three of them turned towards the cake – its form leaning more and more the farther removed from the base tier it went. Icing in Gryffindor colors – Draco swore a part of himself died with each layer – dripped out from between the layers and down the side. All of it culminated with the heart made of cherries on the top.

Chewing on his bottom lip, Draco started to ask, "Do you think – "

"I'm sure Harry will love it. It's the thought that counts."

"That's not what I was going to ask, Hermione."

"Oh?" Her brown eyes went wide, and she blinked owlishly at him before turning back to the cake, valiantly ignoring the holes Draco bored into the side of her face.

"What's everyone looking at?"

"Harry!" Ron shrieked, his voice cracking up the octave.

Draco whirled around and stepped towards the newly arrived Harry, bracing his hands on either side of Harry's chest.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, laughing sweetly (if not a bit madly). "You weren't supposed to be back for another hour."

"I left early. I wanted to see you." Harry's smile lit up his face, and Draco couldn't help but mirror it as Harry leaned in for a quick kiss.

"What's this then?" he asked, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist and looking expectantly at Hermione and Ron.

They'd closed the space where Draco used to be and were body blocking Harry from the cake, casting quick glances towards Draco.

"Go ahead and show him," Draco sighed, flinging an arm uselessly in the air. "We can't hide it from him forever."

"Hide what?"

Draco gestured to the cake wordlessly, Hermione and Ron parting like a wave, the cake appearing between them like a giant, red-and-gold eyesore.

"What's this?" Harry asked, intense green eyes focused on Draco.

"It's supposed to be a birthday cake," he groaned.

Harry only closed his eyes, the corners of his lips tilting up. "I know that."

He tugged Draco closer. "Did you make this for me?"

"Yes," Draco whispered, suddenly ashamed. He should have just taken Molly's help when she'd offered it.

"So what's wrong?"

"Well, it's awful. I know you're blind, but surely even you can see that."

Harry wore that expression he always did when he wanted to let Draco know he was overreacting. "But you made it for me?"

"Yes," he whispered again.

"I love it," Harry whispered back. "It's got character."

Draco heard Hermione's pleased 'humph' from behind them and rolled his eyes. "You really like it?"

"Love it," he corrected, squeezing Draco closer. "And I love you. Thank you."

A burning sensation gathered behind Draco's eyes, and he could see the same sheen of unshed tears in Harry's. Draco, though, still had a sense of pride, and refused to cry in front of Ron and Hermione. So, he pulled Harry closer so that they were just a hair's breadth away.

"Happy Birthday, Harry," Draco whispered into the air between them.

Then, there was snogging. Lots of snogging. Ron, of course, cut into the cake without them. But that was alright. There would be many, many more birthdays to celebrate.

#drarry #Happy Birthday Harry!!! #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #draco x harry #hp drarry #hp fandom

[bensonsbobblehead]

The Village it Takes

pairings; Spencer Reid x Mom!reader (ft Daughter!oc)

Spencer fakes his death ( basically how Emily did) leaving you and your 11 year old daughter behind.

Content Warnings; angst, sadness, talks of death and grief, fluff

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You held your daughter as she was shaking in your arms watching as Spencer ran to catch the elevator before it closed. You ignored him only squeezing Ronnie tighter as she calmed down.  He hit the emergency stop causing Ronnie to cry harder burying her head into your chest. 

“What the fuck Spencer? You're scaring my daughter." You never referred to Cameron as just "yours" until now, you knew how badly it would hurt him especially after seeing the shock in his eyes.

“Just listen, I’ve spent the last three years trying to get back to both of you. I hate that I missed so much of your lives especially you, my moon.” He grabbed Ronnie’s chin and wiped her tears.

He started calling her that on the long nights when she couldn’t sleep. Spewing facts about the moon with a little Cameron on his chest. Making her completely fall in love with the nighttime. Cameron had so many questions and ideas about the night sky and it was something special the both of them shared.

He never could wrap his head around why she loved his voice so much as a baby. Probably because of the countless hours he spent talking and reading to your pregnant belly at night or even over the phone when he was on a case. 

“I begged Aaron to bring me back I’ve looked for loopholes for years so I can get back home to you both, You guys lost one person but I loss both.” He said with tears in his eyes, it was true this entire time was hard for Spencer. Not being there for his daughters birthdays and christmases. Missing your anniverises and birthday it was hard. 

“I’m so sorry my Ronnie, you didn’t deserve this. I know I missed your ceremonies and games and I wish I could go back in time to change it all. I’m so sorry, Please accept my apology whenever your ready.” Looking at his daughter and taking in her beauty, he never wanted to hurt her. 

She looked liked the both of you and was an even better person than you both. She looked up at her father with tears still falling taking a breath before speaking, “I just missed you so much daddy.” She buried herself into his chest and they both sobbed together. 

“My life sucks without you in it, please don’t leave again. I wouldn't know what to do” the teenager begged,

“I won’t baby, I won’t” Spencer said rubbing the top of her head. 

“Let’s go home” you said turning the elevator back on. You all headed to the car Spencer getting in the back with Cameron, holding her tightly, you watched them in the rear view mirror. 

You had no idea how to feel. You had him back, your husband, your first real love was alive after three years of thinking he was dead. Yet you were still so angry at him and everyone involved for faking his death, especially Hotchner and JJ.

They watched you breakdown at family dinners that they were so kind to invite you to. Barley holding it together until Cameron was in the back chasing the other kids. 

Aaron was there a lot, with Jack and Cameron going to the same school, he would take her on the days he knew you couldn’t handle it. You hated them, this all could have been avoided. Why not make us all disappear? Why just Spencer? 

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you arrived at the house. All of you hopping out and heading in. 

“Go shower and get ready for bed Ron” you said as you took of your shoes and sat your bag down. 

“Can I sleep with you guys tonight?” She asked softly looking at you for approval, Spencer allowing you to answer. 

“Of course sweetie.” You said as she smiled and headed to the bathroom, you waiting until she closed the door and started the shower before turning around.

“Y/N.. I have no idea about how you feel—“ 

Before he could finish your anger took over, you had never been this upset, especially with him. You smacked him again before you could stop yourself, and continued to hit him in the chest repeatedly. 

His chest was bigger and stronger which made you even more upset, he was here, and you thought he was gone.

“Y/N, Stop!” He yelled grabbing your arms and pulling you into his chest. You fought back but he pulled you into his chest.

“No idea how I feel? It was so hard to breathe without you Spence. Raising a teenage girl who was grieving while grieving myself it was impossible. And you were still here? Jeez Spencer maybe a sign you were still out there?” You cried harder as he wiped your tears falling into his touch. It was like home no matter how upset you were, Spencer could and would always make you feel better.

“I’m so sorry, I hate that it happened this way. I fought y/n, every chance to get back to you and Cameron.” He broke down as you watched silently before you burst pushing him away.

“Not hard enough! Look, I understand it was to keep you safe and it worked and I’m so thankful for that but you weren’t here. 

On top of the way Cameron was grieving, I almost didn’t make it without you.” Thinking of her first panic attack since his death and the long hospital visit that followed after. It was when you really saw the effects of grief. Helping her heal was your only priority but it took a toll on you. 

Now wasn’t the time for that cause you finally let yourself go and buried yourself into his chest.  You were one of the very few people to be this lucky. Your husband was dead but now he’s back and holding you tighter than ever. 

“I know that was unbearable and I know I can only apologize. Y/n I promise I will never leave you or our daughter again. 

I spent three hundred and seventy eight days away from you and I never want to again. You both are life and I was nothing without either of you. 

I even sometimes wish I was really gone. The thought of never getting back to you guy’s consumed me. I’m just glad to be back”

 He cried harder causing you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Your heart broke more for him knowing how much he struggled, he lost you both too.

“Don't say that Spencer, you knew you were coming back to us. I’m just so glad you’re home and safe.” you said pulling away to look him in his eyes. Moving to connect your lips, kissing him was always perfect. You fit into each other perfectly. You both pulled away as you heard the shower turn off. 

“I love you Mrs.Reid.” He said kissing you on the forehead causing you to smile. You all continued to get ready for bed until you all were finally laying down, with Cameron in between you and Spencer. 

This was the first time you genuinely seen a smile on your daughters face. You’re so grateful she has him back that you both have him back. 

"Are you going to leave us again?' Cameron spoke up as you all watched the movie together.

"Because I don't think I would be able to handle it dad" her voice broke with a tear falling from her eye as she looked up at her. It was a good question, would he leave again?

"Oh honey, I promise I will never leave you again, it was a mistake to go without you both ill never do it again" he told her looking at you both so you knew too. You smiled at your wonderful husband still in awe at the fact he's home.

Cameron snuggled into her dad laying her head on his chest with you snuggling into her back. You all sat and watched your favorite movie Ron was fast asleep with you following behind. Before you fell asleep you heard Spencer. 

“I’m so sorry I left. I love you both so much” as he leaned in to give Ronnie and kiss and then you. 

“We love you too” you muttered as your eyes shut with a smile on your face. Having Spencer back was everything you needed. 

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