#bill weasley angst

[leviathanspain]

will i see you again?

bill weasley x reader

synopsis: a one night stand in egypt has him reeling about what could’ve been. bill returns home to see his possibilities right in front of him

a/n: i wanted more bill x reader and there barely is any so i had to take matters into my own hands

part two

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you stared at the bump that was protruding from under your dress. summer was all year round in egypt, but as you got bigger, your dresses got tighter and shorter, and you knew that it was time to return home and face the undying music.

a consequence of a night you knew you would never forget. he was lucky, you thought, he would never have to know your world, carry your burdens.

only thing you regretted was he would be missing out on a child’s life. his child’s life. but there was also the possibility that he would’ve never given a damn to begin with.

your lips connected and all you could taste was the bitterness of his rum that he had chugged before letting you drag him away from the tantalizing bar maids. his hand mushed into your hair, and kissed you roughly. he was all teeth, and you felt your lip in between his. it made you feel the thrill of it all as his hands roamed your body. it was dark, people were dancing around you and you could hardly feel anything but him until you realized what this was going to lead to. you were anything but someone to fuck on the dance floor like this.

you grabbed the man and pulled him close as you ducked the arms of dancers and dashed towards the bathroom. you threw the door open, seeing a woman washing her hands. it was ill lit, a neon pink decal above the mirror was your only light as you kicked the girl out with a mere gaze.

you pulled the man back onto you before slamming the door shut with the weight of his body. he moaned as you kissed him, a hand reaching for the lock, you turned it and let yourself roam his body.

he was attractive, a redhead, which was new for you but you’d try anytbing once. he had a scar on his face that made you question everything but he was a great kisser, and that was all it seemed to matter in the moment.

he didn’t bother asking your name, and nor did you, all you knew him by was- “sir!” you screamed as he fucked you against the door. you were gripping his shoulder as he was holding you. you threw your head back and the thumping got louder. he was frantically fucking you, and you felt yourself tense up as you came, moaning loudly as you shook. you felt cum trail down your leg and realized he too had came.

“fuck.” you muttered as he set you down.

the house was the same. old, creaky, dusty, hateful and wretched. but it was home. and as you set your bags down, really taking it all back in, the familiar house elf from your childhood came to greet you.

“mistress y/n.” kreacher gazed at you with squinted eyes, taking in your pregnant self, “how was your trip.” it was more of a statement rather than a question so you ignored him as he stalked away with your bags.

your father was supposed to be here, but as you gazed at the clock, you realized that you had arrived earlier than you had expected. so you grabbed your remaining bag and hauled it up the steps, following kreacher to your old room, you passed the portrait of your grandmother and the silence was suddenly filled with a shriek of disdain.

“don’t tell me you got yourself impregnated unwed! a disgrace this great house has been brought, such a disgrace, like your father!” walburga shouted, and you sneered, “i missed you too, grandmother.”

as you looked at your room, everything left in its place as the night you had left it, you realized with a sinking feeling that you weren’t a teenager anymore.

you let a hand trace down your belly, you were a mother now.

as you toured your old belongings, you came across the pictures that you had pinned poorly to your budoir, pictures of you with harry and your father, a makeshift family, you had always said. another with your old friends, cedric before he passed and cho.

a knock at the door brought you out of your thoughts and you pulled your feelings back and turned to see your father at the doorway.

you sniffled, wiping your teary eyes, “sorry, it’s the hormones.” you excused and embraced sirius. sirius chuckled warmly, “don’t worry about it, kid. im just glad your home.”

you pulled back and sirius looked down at your belly, “you too.” he talked to the baby and you laughed.

sirius grabbed your arm and pulled you into the hallway, “molly has been preparing a dinner for your return at her home.” he looked at you, “i understand if you don’t want to attend, but harry will be there.”

and now you were apparating to the burrow, a long heavy coat over you as you had failed to realize too late that no one knew of your surprise.

as you opened the door to the weasley home, nothing but the warm scent of cinnamon and honey filled your nose as you walked in. shouts and banter could be heard from somewhere in the house and all eyes were on you suddenly.

molly was practically jumping up and down as she ran to hug you. as she hugged you, you realized that your belly was bumping against her, but molly didn’t seem to notice in her joy. you had always been like a second daughter to her, coming around so often after harry had set your father free.

“i’m so happy you’re back, my darling girl!” molly kissed your forehead and she laughed joyfully. she greeted sirius with a smile, “i just know your father is so happy that you’re home, he wouldn’t stop talking about it when you wrote that you would!” you turned to your father who was now a slight shade of pink.

before you could say anything else, harry, hermione and ron all ran up to you. harry was the first to hug you, and unlike molly, he was the first to notice you were different. harry frowned as he pulled back and you exhaled. you tugged the coat off reluctantly and your bump was now in full view.

the three looked down at you with shock and you smiled sheepishly, “surprise?”

hermione didn’t care as she hugged you, screaming joyfully that she was going to be aunt.

harry and sirius exchanged a series of looks and all ron could do was stare.

“blimey, y/n, but you certainly put some weight on abroad.” he hid his shock and hermione pulled away from you with a roll of her eyes, “she’s not fat, she’s pregnant, ronald!”

you chuckled, “it’s alright. trust me i thought i was getting fat too.”

molly was busying herself in preparing the dinner so she was the last to notice your bump. yet still the loudest in her congratulations.

it seemed that everyone, your father, harry, hermione and the rest of the weasley family all made the pointed question not to ask about the father.

wouldn’t be the first time someone from the noble house of black would be a single parent. sirius was with you, and that earned you some interesting nicknames growing up.

but you and your father liked to joke that you were like zeus and athena. a mere thought turned into a child, you didn’t need a mother if you had your father.

but after he was put away, you found the much needed influence of a girl in tonks, who had done the great deed of taking you in, even if she was barely an adult herself.

and after your father had returned during your fourth year, you spent time with him until you realized that the world of war had no place for you, and you had saved yourself the rest of the despair after cedric died.

“why didn’t anyone wake me for dinner?” a voice could be heard calling down the steps. you turned to molly who smiled, “bill is home from egypt. i was assuming he was tired after traveling all day, so i let him sleep.” she mentioned and you nodded.

out of all the weasley siblings, you had only met ron, the twins, ginny and the insufferable percy. the two eldest weasley brothers had been a total mystery to you, something out of legend as you hadn’t even seen pictures.

“hurry down now, bill.” molly called out, and as he finally rounded the corner towards the table, you realized with a wave of nausea who it was.

and seemingly, he did too.

bill hadn’t bothered to properly greet his family when he came home. it would all be in due time, he excused, and made his way to his bedroom where he would continue to wallow in the sorrow.

it had been just a few months since that night but it was like she had been a siren, a woman untouchable that he only desired more of. she consumed his thoughts, his dreams, even his nightmares.

bill had to leave egypt to escape her, or at least the thought of her. but back home, it seemed to intensify even more.

all he could remember were her piercing eyes, a sight he would never forget.

as he heard clamor downstairs bill sat up and stretched. he saw fred exiting the room and he stopped him, “what’s going on?��

fred shrugged, “mum said sirius and his daughter were coming over for dinner.” bill waved a hand as his brother left and threw himself into the pillows with a yawn.

he tried to make himself comfortable but the smell of the food had snaked its way up to his room, and now all he could feel was the pain of his empty stomach.

so with a sigh, bill pulled himself together and set down to greet his family and the guests.

you gulped as the silence seemed to drag on.

“bill?” you asked and he nodded. the same man from the nightclub was standing in front of you. in a pair of sweats, ruffled hair and a cheap hoodie, he was standing there.

same facial scar, same hanging earring. the father of your child was bill weasley.

bill was astounded. hearing his name from your lips had him flown back into a muddle of daydreams. he had imagined this moment before. meeting tou again, and professing his love to you.

but the shock of seeing you with his own two eyes for the second time was enough to send him back into a slumber.

you had stood up and he had noticed it. a bulging piece of evidence from under your dress, bills mind went to all the possibilities.

what if the baby is mine? was she pregnant during and i had missed it? have i gone so crazy that i’m imagining her face on other bodies?

“between the looks of you two, i’m assuming you two know each other?” fred let out a whistle and you and bill looked at each other before answering at the same time.

“yes.”

“no.” you echoed.

fred and george both cringed and suddenly things became awkward. molly caught their hint and clapped a hand, “dinner will resume in twenty minutes. let’s all have tea in the living room!”

your father looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you shrugged slightly as he was dragged off.

bill went outside, and a cigarette appeared in his hand. he was nervous, seeing you was too much. seeing you pregnant was coma worthy, and how he was still standing was an achievement.

you followed him and stood away slightly as you realized he was smoking.

silence once again, and you cleared your throat as you moved a hand down your belly, “it’s yours.”

“what?” bill was too busy trying to focus on his cigarette and missed your comment.

you repeated, “the baby. it’s yours.”

bill looked at your belly and back at you, “i know it’s a shock. trust me, this wasn’t in my plans. but we didn’t even know each others names and i-“

bill was too busy gazing at your belly than to listen to your rant, “may i?” he held out a hand, and you stopped mid sentence to grab his hand. a reluctant step forward, you set his hand on your belly, “it’s too early to feel anything but-“

bill gasped, there it was. a small kick just on his hand. you had felt it too, and your shock was mutal.

bill tossed his cigarette and smiled as both hands grabbed your belly, “wow.” he whispered.

you looked at bill, “bill,”

bill looked at you, “y/n.”

you raised an eyebrow and bill laughed, “how could i forget the name of sirius black’s rebellious daughter who ran off into the night?”

“you knew it was me?”

bill shook his head, “i never saw a picture, i just knew of you.”

you scoffed, “i guess i could say the same thing.”

bill pulled back his hands and was now crossing them, “i understand why you kept this to yourself. a million chances and it wouldn’t be this lucky.”

you nodded, “if you don’t want to be involved that’s fine. wouldn’t be the first time i do something alone.” you looked down at your belly and held it before looking at the sun setting just overhead.

bill held out a hand, “i want to be. i want to be a father. and i want to be with you.” he was pink, a shade of embarrassment as he realized what he had said.

“really?”

bill nodded, “it might sound incredibly odd but- i just haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. i left egypt, quit my job because you were haunting me. knowing this, knowing how perfect this turned out to be makes me realize one thing.”

you raised an eyebrow, “what is it?”

bill smiled, “that you were true to your word.”

as zippers were heard being zipped, you fixed your hair. the panting of the man was heard quietly as he looked at you once more, “will i see you again?” words slurred just so slightly that you laughed.

“i hope that for your sake, you do.” you left him right after that, leaving the man to fade into the darkness just as the blasting music met your ears.

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[mrsbarnesxxx]

Bill Weasley x Malfoy!reader. Met at Hogwarts, dating since graduation. Bill brings reader home and Weasleys hate her/treat her like flour until bill snaps them they get to know her. End with fluff

Warnings: slurs/general unkind words (nothing too serious), fighting, angst, Bill being an absolute sweetheart

It wasn't easy growing up a Malfoy. Everything you did was under scrutiny. Everything was about blood status. Your parents barely spoke to you anymore now that you had "betrayed" them by dating Bill Weasley. You two had met at Hogwarts, you'd had classes together every year, and eventually, the two of you bonded about being the eldest in your family. Eventually, one summer day, Bill had asked you to marry him. Of course, you said yes, however, you were regretting saying yes to spending time with his family. You had gotten to the burrow yesterday afternoon and no one had said a word to you. Maybe they thought you'd be like your family, but they clearly weren't interested in getting to know you. They would look at you and scoff before turning away. You expected a bit of apprehension from them. Bill had told you this was the first time he had brought a girl home and your family didn't exactly help, but you hadn't expected them to be this bad. Over the last day, they had escalated from ignoring you to saying blatantly rude things. They would call you a blood supremacist, a snake, and all sorts of other things.

The second night you were there you had enough at dinner.

All of his brothers had been making subtle comments since dinner started, you'd expected one of his parents to say something, but it seemed they agreed with them.

"J'aimerais y aller, s'il te plaît." I whisper leaning over to Bill after his mother's latest jab.

"What? English is beneath you, princess?" Bill's brother Ron jeers.

"Alright, that's enough," Bill says standing up from the table. "All of you have been nothing but rude to my fiancee since we got here. None of you have bothered to get to know her or even ask her anything about her. You haven't even bothered to make polite conversation that anyone could tell was fake. What is wrong with you? You used to be the most loving people. I get the world is messed up, but that's no excuse for your behavior. Come on, let's go." He says, finally turning to me and extending a hand. I take it, offering a polite smile at his family before we leave the room.

"You have to understand that we never expected you to bring someone like her home." His mother exclaims. That seems to stop Bill in his tracks. He turns around to face his family.

"Someone like what? You don't even know her. You always said that you never cared about blood, but it seems you care about her's." He says. "Let's go."

He turns back to me, taking my hand and leading me upstairs.

"I'm so sorry, darling. I can't believe they acted like that tonight." He says pulling me into a hug.

"Bill, you can't be serious?" I ask pulling away from him. "They've been acting like that since I got here. You haven't heard your brothers' comments about my 'murderous heritage'? Or your sister asking me to pull up my sleeves to check for a snake on my left arm? Or your mother calling me 'one of those people'? The only person who has been remotely kind to me is your father and he just hasn't said anything to me."

"I'm so sorry. I should have paid better attention. I have no idea why they're acting like this." He says softly, caressing my cheek. "We'll go first thing in the morning, okay?"

"We can't go, Bill. We're supposed to be having the wedding here. In the backyard with your parents and the rest of your family." I explain.

"I don't care. If they're treating you this way, then they don't get to come to our wedding."

"Bill, they're your family!"

"And you are too." he says caressing my cheek. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want you to be the mother of my children, and in 16 days, you're going to be my wife, so that makes you the most important person in the world to me, okay?"

"Okay." I smile leaning up to kiss him.

As soon as our lips meet there's a knock on the door. We pull away from each other, Bill running a hand over his face before turning to his mother in the doorway. He doesn't say anything, simply looks at her waiting to see what she has to say.

"We're so sorry, Bill. We never meant to treat her like that...we're just...we're sorry. Please come back downstairs. We can start over." His mum offers.

I smile and take Bill's hand, "Please." I whisper trying to relax him.

"Okay." He nods looking at me.

I smile, interlocking our fingers before we head downstairs.

As we reach the table, anxiety fills my chest at what his family might say or if they never like me, but I know that none of that matters because I have Bill.

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[nana-nana2]

Remembering what we had

Bill Weasley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Death

Author's note: This is the first time, I'm writing angst, so if you could please give me feedback.

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Laughter is heard in the Hogwarts corridors, The teacher looks around and notices two people running around, they smile at these two people.

"Ok, let's give them some privacy, oh young love" Professor McGonagall whispers to the other teacher as they leave the two teens alone.

Y/N was running from Bill as she had made a prank on him, but Bill was able to catch up to her and spun her around, before kissing her, both laughing from excitement and love. "Oh I'm so going to marry you when we're older" Bill laughs and Y/n just gazes at him full of love. "You better" Y/n laughs.

~Flashback ended~

You smile as I remember the past with Bill, tears pooling in my eyes as I look into the wedding ceremony. I smiled through the pain and said "You promised me, Bill" As you look into the wedding ceremony of Bill and his fiance, tears falling as you see Bill smile at her just like he had looked at you. After the ceremony was done, Bill looks around and notices you, he stops and looks, and you smile at him, mouthed to him "Be happy". His wife then looks at him and says "What's wrong?" Bill turns to her and whispers "Nothing, I'm just remembering her." His wife gives him a sad smile and "Do you want to visit her grave after coming back from our honeymoon?" Bill nodded, his heart belonged to Y/N but it seems time and their life never connected in this life, he had always carried Y/N in his heart, but now, Fleur had his heart, not fully but she understood why.

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I'm sorry if this is short, I just got this idea and had to write it down. It's also my first time writing angst, and I would love the feedback.

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[shadowbriar]

Bill Weasley - Untitled

Pairing : (F/M) || Bill Weasley x Professor!Reader Word Count : 2.3k Warning : None I think. Synopsis : Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter - Paris. A quick gateway has somehow turned into a labyrinth of conflicted feelings with no escape as she spends more time with the oldest Weasley sibling.   Notes : Long overdue, but I hope this is good enough to make up for the long wait. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

Easy. That word would do justice for the relationship she's having with her lover. He was dead head over heels for her. Whipped beyond saving, she knew he would jump off a cliff had she asked him to. He was everything a girl could ever ask for. Someone who would willingly devote their life for their lover, worshipping her as if she was the goddess that has blessed his Earth.

Yet even for all the risks he's willing to take, she still feels like it wasn't enough.

She wanted to feel the thrill of fighting for something. She missed the nervous jolt of anxiety whenever an argument's about to erupt. She missed the fright of being left alone in the relationship. She missed the torture of bending over backward to keep them in her grasp. She missed it all.

With him everything came with ease, almost as if she didn’t even need to ask for it. Everything she could ever hoped for would be handed to her in a silver platter, complete with its rose petals and golden goblet. She knew that she was being ungrateful to admit that the gesture was turning dull for her and she knew he wouldn’t let her go, even if she was to be cruel and told him the cold truth, therefore she seeks for an instant getaway instead.

“You know,” Bill begins, making her look up from the book she holds in her hands “I could get used to this life. I don’t mind having croissants for breakfast with you, sipping the most bitter coffee in my life and guilt tripping myself into thinking that it isn’t that bad cause I can see the Eiffel Tower from my bedroom everyday.”

She rolls her eyes, “Don’t get too attached to it.”

“Why not?” He smiles, leaning closer as he rests his elbow to the table “Do you not find my companion to be entertaining?”

“We’re here for a mission, Bill.” She says as she closes her book, putting it away as she reckons she won’t be continuing her reading this morning “Dumbledore sent us here for a reason.”

He shrugs, “Does not mean we can’t grow fond of the life we’re living right now.”

Oh but that’s the source to all her problems now, isn’t it? She’s grown too fond of this new life. Parisian nights, Parisian high, Parisian breeze, feeding her like medicine. Perhaps had Dumbledore paired her with someone else, she wouldn’t have been this blinded by Parisian lights. She might be able to see its flaws then, how the Eiffel Tower is not as pretty as the pictures or how the food isn’t much better than her Mother’s cooking.

William ‘Bill’ Arthur Weasley, the prefect every girl in her year would swoon about. He was that one senior every girl is holding a crush on. With a brilliant mind, bravery as bold as his fiery hair, and manner as kind and gentle as morning breeze, Bill was the very definition of perfection. Though he wasn’t the guy she had her eyes trained on during their school year, she still would admit that he did catch her eyes once or twice in the corridors.

And now to have spent weeks alone with him, she knew that she shouldn’t have looked past him.

“How much longer do you reckon we have to do this?” She asks, putting out her poker face so he wouldn’t be able to decipher her true nature.

“Dunno,” He shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee “Can’t say I miss the life behind Gringotts walls.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Well, life as a banker isn’t really the most thrilling there is now, is it?” Bill argues, his award winning smile decorating his face “Why would I go back to seeing ugly goblins when I could just see you?”

And there it is, his flirtatious banter that would always heat her cheeks. She’s convinced that he’s only doing such a gesture to harvest her bashful response. In the beginning she would return his words, batting her eyelashes and making him beam in a bright smile, yet lately it’s been harder for her to maintain her breath whenever he’s around. Her quick gateway has somehow turned into a labyrinth of conflicted feelings with no escape.

Was it wrong for her to have fallen in love with another when she’s got someone wrapped around her fingers back in London? Sure. But who in their right mind could ever deny him? Who could ever have the power to not fall into his magnetism? Who could ever not yield to the charms Bill Weasley has?

“They’re here.” He says, the merriment on his face gone in an instant.

She glances over her shoulder, noticing Bellatrix Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback walking away, “They’re really recruiting the werewolves, aren’t they?”

Bill hums, his brows furrow.

Jaws clenched.

Veins on his neck are visible.

Merlin.

“Come on.” He says as he stands from his seat, leaving the amount of money they owe for their breakfast on the table.

“What?” She asks with a raised brow “Where are we going?”

“Following them, of course.”

“Are you mad?” She exclaims “We are not following them, William.” 

Bill grins, taking her wrist as he stands from his seat, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’ll protect you.”

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Her ears were ringing, heart pounding as beads of sweat layers her skin. Her cheeks were flushed red from all the running and adrenaline pumped in her veins. Perhaps barging into the Death Eaters’ lair wasn’t the brightest idea Bill has ever come up with in his entire life, yet in his defence, who would’ve known that they have quite the amount of followers here in Paris?

Now their bodies were pressed in the narrow alleyway, trying to hide themselves from the angry mob. The piece of information they’ve gathered would surely be useful for Dumbledore and everyone else back at home, but it would also mean that their heads are now the most desired item by the Death Eaters.

So much for the thrilling life Bill’s constantly talking about.

“I think we’ve lost them.” He whispered quietly, his hot breath hitting her face as he turned to see the alleyway “I don’t hear anything anymore, do you?”

She shakes her head.

Bill was still alert. The veins on his arm were visible, as he protectively pinned her to the wall. Now that the fog slowly descended, she could feel her heart hammering as if it was bursting through her ribcage. He was close. Too close for her liking. She could only hope that he wouldn’t hear nor feel the loud beating of her heart.

Now looking back to her, she could see the realisation of their close proximity in his eyes, how his pupil dilates for a second before they turn soft. His shoulders no longer tense, but the veins on his neck were still visible. His adam’s apple bobbled as he took a gulp, seemingly in a frenzied state himself. She buries the idea that he could have the same reasoning as the one she’s having right now. Surely the disordered gesture he’s showing only stems from all the running and fright of almost being killed mere minutes ago.

But Bill didn’t move. Instead, he moves his hands closer, pinning her tighter that she has no space left to go. It wasn’t like she was planning to flee anyway, but the closer he is, the harder it is for her to hold onto what is right and what is wrong. With him, everything feels right and wrong at the same time.

“Bill-”

With no warning, Bill leans closer and seals their lips. It was a mix of everything, washing over her like a tidal wave. There was passion, desire, thirst, and hint of apology in the way he kissed her. She knew that he wanted to pull her close, to eliminate whatever space left between them but his hands didn’t move. It was as if they were glued to the walls, perhaps becoming his only anchor to not go any further than what he’s doing right now.

And because of that too, she didn’t pull him closer. Nor did she kiss him back.

“I- I’m sorry.” He said as he pulled away.

She could see the disappointment and anger polluting his eyes before he took a few steps away, back now facing her as he ran his hands through his hair. She was stunned, unable to give him the comfort she knew she should give, but her feet felt heavy to move. Guilt began to seep into her as she knew that the one thing she loved most in her life is something that shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

“I wasn’t thinking.” Bill continues, now turning to see her “It was just the rush from all the running, I’m really sorry.”

Of course, the rush from all the running.

“Right,” She nods, looking down to her shoes now “Of course, I understand.”

“Brilliant,” He exclaims with a forced smile “Can we agree that the last 10 minutes never happened then?”

She wanted to say no, she wanted to pull him back, return the kiss the first time it happened but she knew that she couldn’t. Not when she was still attached to someone else. It would be unfair to her lover and for him and she would rather die than to put Bill to such a miserable position.

And so she nods, holding onto the pieces of her breaking heart beneath her phoney smile, “Of course.”

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The whole journey back to London was spent in complete silence. Neither dared to steal glances at each other. It pains her to know that the only thing that could set her soul ablaze would be something she needs to hide from others, a sin that would take a lifetime to be atoned for. She knew that she’s lost the spark with her lover long before she met Bill, but what good would ending the relationship now when they’re about to get back to their lives? The lives where their paths would never cross. Him behind the Gringotts wall and her back to teaching at Hogwarts.

“So I guess this is where we part ways.” Bill says as they stop in front of Dumbledore’s entrance stairs, having just finished reporting their mission to the Headmaster.

“I suppose so.”

“Well, it’s been quite a thrilling experience,” He sighs, his smile waters just a degree as he holds his hand out for a shake “Partner.”

She takes his hand, shaking it gently with her eyes glued on the contact. A thousand questions run across her mind. Would it be different now if she kissed him back then? Would it be different now if she pulled him back? Would it be different now if she would just say something?

“I’ll find it hard adjusting back to my old dull life.” Bill tried to joke but the sadness seeped out of his eyes “A life without you.”

“Bill, don’t.”

He flashed a sad smile, “Why?”

She looks away, fearing that her fortress would completely crumble if she were to lock gaze with him for another second.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” He says, his tone gentle and careful “You see me the same way I see you, so tell me, what are you so afraid of?”

“It’s not that simple, Bill.” She exclaims “I just- We can’t, alright?”

“Why? You don’t love that git anymore, perhaps you never did. You hardly even sent him an owl, never excited to read his letters, and you never for once talk about him if not for me to ask. So what exactly is holding you from me?”

She bites her lip, wanting to run away and hide under her bedsheets, but the tender grip he has on her hand is so alluring that it drowns her completely.

“Please,” Bill begs “All I ask is one chance.”

“What if it was just a short lived infatuation, Bill? What if it was just something that brews in the heat of the moment? A product of nothing but rush and thrill?” She asks with a voice barely above a whisper “What if it was nothing close to what you think it is?”

He smiles bitterly, a shuddering breath escapes his lips, “Then I’ll burn down with it to ash.”

“No, no I can’t have that.” She shakes her head, finally taking her hand away and taking a few steps away from him “I think it would be best for you to leave now, Bill.”

She was facing away from him but she could feel his shoulder fall, the desperation and disappointment was felt both ways. She knows exactly what he’s feeling right now but this is for the best. Even if she wouldn’t end up with her lover, letting Bill go would be the only kindness she could grace to the both of them now. Perhaps the future could be kinder and would give them a second chance.

Beads of tears begin to decorate her lashes, vision getting blurry as she fights for her tears to not fall. Her fight proved to be fruitless as they flowed down her cheek the moment Bill kissed the crown of her head from behind, being ever so kind as to not look at her crying face. He gives her shoulders a gentle squeeze. A last tender touch he gives before his steps echoes through the corridor and eventually disappears altogether.

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[tealeafgrimm]

Nightmares

Bill Weasley x Reader Words: 661 Summary: After being attacked by Greyback, Bill struggles with nightmares. But you are by his side to light up the darkness.

Bill had never been a quiet sleeper. How he managed to sleep when he tossed from one side to the other at least every three minutes had always been a mystery to you. Eventually, you got used to it. But ever since he had been attacked by Fenrir Greyback at Hogwarts, his restless sleeping pattern had changed. He wasn't just switching sleeping positions anymore. More and more nightmares haunted him and disturbed his nightly rest. More often than not, you were rudely jolted out of your own sleep by one of Bill's arms and legs. And the fact that he talked, pleaded and screamed in his sleep was also new.

At first you thought it was just a phase. That Bill had not yet come to terms with the shock of that night, how could he, and that he just needed a little more time to fall back into his usual routine. That it would take much longer became clearer than ever with each passing night.

You sleepily opened your eyes. The cold night air touched your previously covered legs and goose bumps spread over you. Bill had pulled away your part of the blanket, apparently in an attempt to ward off someone in your sleep. With a sigh, you sat up in bed, fumbling for your wand to cast some light. You looked at Bill. His face was contorted into a grimace, his arms and legs twitched involuntarily and now and then you could make out the words 'please no' and 'no don't'. It broke your heart to see your boyfriend like this and knowing that the next night would not be any better.

Carefully, so as not to frighten him further in his sleep, you put a hand on Bill's shoulder. Gently you began to shake him awake. "Bill, honey, wake up. Bill..." After a few seconds, Bill finally opened his eyes and looked disorientedly around your room until his eyes met yours in the dim light emanating from the end of your wand on your bedside table. "Did I wake you?" he finally asked as he ran his hands over his face. You didn't answer, not wanting to make him feel guilty. But even without words Bill knew the answer and looked at you apologetically.

Moving closer to him, you lay down on your side to look at him. A strand of hair fell into his face and you brushed it away. When you touched the scars on the left side of his face, Bill winced. You tried to ignore the pain in your chest. "The same dream again?" you asked your boyfriend after a while of silence in which you just looked at each other. Bill nodded and the feeling of helplessness overcame you again. You had already brewed him sleeping potions, given him Muggle pills for peaceful sleep and tried old housewives’ tricks, but nothing seemed to quell the nightmares.

"I wish there was something I could do to help you. Every morning you seem less rested than the night before.  You deserve a quiet night and proper sleep," you murmured, wrapping your arms around Bill and resting your face on his chest. His arms wrapped around your torso. "There's nothing you can do. You've already tried everything and I'm infinitely grateful love. You're still with me, that's all I can ask of you." You lifted your head from his chest to look at him. Bill smiled. "And I'm not going anywhere either. You'll have to drag me out by my arms and legs," you smiled and kissed your boyfriend before snuggling back up to him.

And for a brief moment, everything seemed perfect. Peaceful and calm. And yet you both knew that this was a deceptive illusion. When the darkness of sleep would come, so would the nightmares, the restlessness and the fear of an uncertain future. But until then, you held on to this one moment when there was only the two of you.

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[mastermindmiko]

Congrats! You're a heart breaker

an: the title will make sense when you read

Pairing: Bill Weasley + fem!reader

Word count: 1933

Summary: You're in love with Bill, unfortunately, Bill's engaged to Fleur

Warnings: Fights, Cheating, Shouting, that's it?

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

Requests are open

His entire family is beaming around him, and my heart sinks deeper and deeper, as Fleur shows off the engagement ring she has on her finger. Molly and Ginny are less than pleased to have him marry fleur, but they're still excited.

A hand gets placed on my shoulder, and my grip around my cup tightens in surprise. I look to my side and there's Percy standing beside me. He squeezes my shoulder in support and asks, "Are you alright?"

"I will be." I reply and give him a weak smile. I look back at them and I can't seem to look away. He doesn't even notice that I'm here, and it makes sense, to him I'm only his younger brother's friend.

"Let's go somewhere." Percy says, like he does whenever I get sad. I let him lead me away up to his room. He closes the door behind us and I feel safe enough to let my eyes water. I sit on the bed and grab my blanket that he has stored for me under his bed.

Percy sits beside me and he holds my hand in support. He waves his wand and it brings over a box filled with books. Percy calls it 'the safety box' . It's filled with the books that bring me and Percy comfort and support, whenever one of us feels sad, we grab a book and start reading, the familiar characters fill us with a small sense of joy.

We started the box when Percy fought with his family and he found himself needing more comfort than usual. I never agreed with the whole disagreement, but I had to help my best friend. Eventually, after I gave him a stern talking to, and a couple break downs, he apologized to his family. Molly practically worshiped me the week after he came back.

I pick up one of my favorite books, and he hums in agreement. I grab one of the bookmarks that Percy has on his nightstand and shove it in the first page of the book. He squeezes my hand and says, "I don't think it's going to last."

"Why's that?"

"He doesn't love her." Percy says, and I bitterly chuckle, why would he be engaged to her if he didn't love her? Percy continues, "Bill's a bit like Ron, they're a bit dim when it comes to these types of things."

"And like you." I add, and Percy looks at me confused. I huff, incredulously and say, "Penelope had to give you obvious signs for three months before you noticed anything, and even when you did you couldn't get it through your thick skull. She had to ask you out!"

"That was one time!" Percy complains, and I laugh, "I could name the right if you like."

The door opens and Bill stands there. I wonder how he so easily got away from his family. He looks straight at Percy and then says, "We've been looking for you."

Bill's eyes flicker to Percy's hand that is joined to mine then looks back at his brother. He doesn't spare me a glance, as he turns around to leave, but not before adding, "Come on."

Percy stands and points to the door with his other hand, awkwardly, and repeats, "They're looking for me."

"Go, I'll just stay here for a while." I say, and give him a weak smile, I don't know why I try anymore, Percy already knows that it's fake. He clears his mouth and reluctantly goes to the door. He gives me one more look as if making sure that I'm safe, then shuts the door softly behind him.

I huff and lean back on the bed. This is what happens when you've had the same crush on the same stupid guy since first year.

~~~

I reluctantly went to work next Monday. The ministry has been on edge since the war's started, but it's gotten even worse after Dumbledore died. I worked on training the new Aurors, but not by going on field missions, but by giving them tasks to do, and things to learn.

It was boring most of the time, but I liked working with other people, and helping them reach their dreams of catching dark wizards. This wasn't originally the job I wanted, and I was so close to reaching my dream, but to me, staying home was my priority. I wonder what could've changed if I had gone to Egypt to be a curse breaker.

The worst part of the job was no doubt, the paper work. There was always heaps of it to get done and not enough time to do it. My feet dragged as I went to the office where I do the paper work, instead of the training room where I get to teach Aurors defensive spells.

I'm on the elevator when I notice that there's only few minutes before I'm supposed to be at my office. My boss was unfortunately, Nott Sr., who was not only a tough boss, but a boss was a sexist. He would do anything to get all the women in his department fired, so if I'm late, who knows what'll happen to me.

I bump into someone on my way to the office. I get steadied by two strong hands that feels familiar and I look up to find Bill looking at me. I can't move an inch, with the feelin of both his palms on my skin, it feels as if they're burning me, but I can't move.

"You didn't talk to me the other night." he clears his throat, and I avoid his gaze, I couldn't exactly do that with Fleur hanging off his arm, and I didn't want to either. I reply, shortly, "You were busy."

"Right." He replies, and I really don't know what to say. I look around and I see women eyeing Bill, like they've always had. Bill's attractive, I can't recall a time when he wasn't. We all fancied him when we were third years, but as soon as he graduated, everyone stopped, I didn't.

"Isn't this wonderful?" I hear someone say from behind me, and we turn to find Mr. Diggory coming towards us excitedly. Bill still has an arm on mine when Mr. Diggory comes to us. He grabs Bill's free hand and shakes it, excitedly, "Congratulations! Arthur told me this morning. It's such wonderful news."

Bill smiles awkwardly and thanks the man. Mr. Diggory looks at Bill's hand on my arm which has his engagement ring. I move away from him, as if I couldn't stand having that ring anywhere near me. Mr. Diggory looks between us and his eyes snap to my hand. He looks at me concerned, and says, "My dear, I think you've misplaced your ring! It's only been so song since you've had it!"

I flush a bright red and start to fumble trying to explain to the older man that I wasn't engaged to Bill, despite how much I wanted to be. Bill steps in, and says. "Oh! I'm not- she's not- I'm engaged to Fleur Delacour, sir. Y/N's just a friend."

"I'm one of Percy's closest friends." I interrupt. I've never been Bill's friend and I don't think I ever will be. I give Mr. Diggory a smile. I fix my bag over my shoulder, and excuse myself politely. I walk away, and notice, the clock once again. I groan, I wasn't going to enjoy the talk that Nott was going to give me.

I didn't bother walking faster anyway. I remember what Bill said, and I scoff at his words. When have I ever gave the impression that I was his friend?

~~~

I don't expect to see Bill again until I go to the Burrow once again, but the next day, I find him at the ministry. He was talking to someone, but when he catches me walking, he pauses his conversation and jogs towards me.

I try to rush past him, but he stands in front of me to stop me. I say, "I have class, and I need to go right now."

"You're class starts in ten minutes you have time." Bill says, and rolls his eyes at my antics. I huff and fold my arms over my chest. I look at him with a quirked eyebrow waiting for him to say what he wanted. He avoids my sharp gaze and he fumbles.

"You-you look good today." He stutters and it's my turn to roll my eyes. If it were only a few months ago, I would've jumped up and down at the words. I snap, "What do you want Bill? Why are you here? You don't work here."

"I'm finishing up some things for Gringotts." He says, and I frown, Gringotts, the god forsaken place where everything went to hell. The place he met Fleur. I say, "If you don't have anything to say, let me pass."

"I don't want us to be like this." Bill says, and I don't feel myself getting sad, instead I feel myself getting angry. I hiss, "Are you still engaged, Bill?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then this is how it's going to be." I huff, and walk past him. Onlookers are starting to pay attention to our conversation, and Bill notices. He pulls me off to the side into a secluded area near the toilets where he starts, "It doesn't have to-"

"Bill, leave me alone. Don't talk to me unless it's something Percy related. That's the only way we know each other." I say, and Bill says, "But I don't want it to be that way."

"Can't you understand that talking to you while seeing that stupid ring on your finger is killing me?!" I shout, and I feel my eyes tear up. I lean against the wall, and look away from him. I blink away the tears. I say, "Do you understand how it feels? How I feel?"

Bill doesn't say anything, so I continue to ramble, "I've liked you for forever Bill, and when I went to Egypt, we had fun. I even thought you feel in love with me, like I did with you. You tried to kiss me then ignored me, and I was an idiot to go to you and tell you that I loved you. I don't hear from you for months, and the next time I see you, you're with your family telling them that you got engaged!"

I rub my hands over my face, and wipe away the one tear that fell against my will. My mascara must be ruined. I sniffle and say, "So excuse me, if I don't want to be your friend."

"Wait!" Bill says, before I open the girl's toilets to escape when. I open the door with Bill behind me and we both stand transfixed at the sight inside. I gasp, and that alerts both, Fleur and Roger.

I had no idea that Fleur was here, Percy told me that she was going to France to her parents for a week. Turns out, Parents is code for Roger Davies. Fleur gasps, and pushes Roger away. Bill looks angry, and I take that as my sign to head to my class.

~~~

"The engagement is off." Percy tells me when he enters the flat. I hum in acknowledgement, looking at the set of papers in my hand that were the official grades of everyone in the class, these were the papers that would say if they were going to be Aurors or not.

"Don't you want to go talk to him?" Percy says, and I look up to see Percy shifting from foot to foot in front of me. I narrow my eyes at him, and I bite the insides of my cheeks, and said, "No."

"Too bad." Percy says and as I'm about to inquire about the weird sentence, Bill enters the flat. Percy heads out before Bill can close the door to give us some privacy. I stand up to go to my room, but Bill rushes to talk a hold of my wrist.

"I'm sorry."

Bill was never good at giving heart felt conversations or saying what he was feeling at least to me. He takes a step closer and I look away from him. He takes a hold of my chin in between his fingers, and makes me look at him. My heart skips several beats, and it reminds me of when he almost kissed me. The pleasant feeling leaves me and a bitter one takes it's place.

"I'm sorry that I was an idiot when I didn't kiss you that night." Bill says, and it all comes back to me. That night, I was about to finish my training as a curse breaker and they gave me my acceptance. I was going to work in Egypt, but decided against it. My life was here. I told him and I remember it very clearly.

He had a cake made with the words 'Congrats! You're an official curse breaker' on it. It made me telling him even harder but I did. He shrugged his shoulder like it was no big deal, but I could tell that he didn't want me to leave. The year I spent with him there was one of the happiest times of my life because my crush turned into love that I thought was reciprocated. He hugged me goodbye and when we parted he looked at me like he had something to say. Instead, he grabbed my chin the way he was doing now, and tried to kiss me. He stopped before our lips touched, and left.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you back when you told me." He added. The morning after, I was about to leave for London, and I told him that I loved him. He apologized and left. Bill's hand moved to my cheek to cup it. He says, "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you for months, but I had to."

"Why?" I croak out, my voice heavy with emotion. He rubs his thumb over my cheek, soothingly, and answers, "We were going to be apart. We couldn't have a relationship like that, it would've been easier to get over you, if I didn't talk to you."

"And when you came back. What stopped you? Why did you propose to Fleur?" I ask, one question after the other, and he replies, "I couldn't be with you. I wouldn't do that Percy."

"What do you mean?" I ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He smiles, sadly and says, "Percy told me that he liked you, a while ago. I couldn't be with you when my brother liked you."

"A while ago? You mean..." I trail off, thinking if there were any signs of Percy liking me. I have a revelation and I hit his arm. I shout, "You broke my heart because Percy told you he liked me when we were in third year!"

"Ow! Ow! stop, he already gave me enough of that himself!" Bill complained, and moved away from my arms that were hitting him, aggressively. He help both my wrists to stop me, and he looked into my eyes, and said, "I'm sorry."

"You're going to have to make it up to me." I say, pointedly. He nods his head. He says, "I'm going to make it up to you, and heal that broken heart of yours. What's the first order of business?"

"Finally kissing me."

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Bathroom, Fred Weasley

Relationship: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Word Count: short lol

Summary: You and Fred are stuck in the bathroom.

Notes: Thinking of writing an actual fan fiction about Fred Weasley, so let me know what you think!

Fred positioned himself discreetly in the bathroom, the muffled quarrels of Ginny and Ron seeping through the closed door, saturating the confined area.

The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed you. Here you were, trapped in the sole bathroom of the Burrow, alongside Fred Weasley.

With a heavy sigh, you lowered your head onto your lap, unintentionally causing the toilet to emit a faint creak. A suppressed chuckle escaped Fred's lips, followed by the distant sound of approaching footsteps.

Gradually, his feet materialized within your field of vision, followed by his upper torso. He knelt down in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your thighs.

"If we're destined to be stuck here, might as well make the most of it," he remarked, his words carrying a world of implications that required no further explanation.

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[pa1nkill3r]

Day 2,557 [G.W]

[Pairing:] George Weasley x GN!Reader

[Summary:] A boy comes into the joke shop with his mother; It felt all too weird for the one-eared owner to feel so at ease, something he never felt for the past 7 years.

[Warnings:] angst, sad, major character death (not Fred obv), reincarnation, grief, mourning, swearing

[a/n:] Scrolling through facebook and getting videos of children talking about their past lives really intrigued me. This is my first fic and it might be bad so please don’t bully me, I’m sensitive <3 (jkjk but I am open for constructive criticism!)

[a/n; March 2024] I wrote this draft back in 2021 or 2022 I believe, waiting desperately for the opportunity to finish and post this. That time never came. Now, 2 or 3 years later, I gravely admire my vocabulary, creativity, and passion for writing back then. Honestly speaking, moving schools killed my spark and I am desperate to get it back. For now, I am working on reviving that spark within me by going back to where I started. Even though the HP fandom isn't as active as it used to be, I would still like to share this piece I made because I am so, so proud of my younger self.

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There was something about Y/N wearing white that George loved so much. He always got so giddy and cute which in turn made their eyes roll and mouth grin.

The way Y/N looked sitting at the Great Hall with their white sleeves rolled to their elbows, one hand under their chin and the other twirling a spoon while their eyes dragged along their charms textbook, cramming in as much information as they could for the upcoming test that afternoon. 

Or that time at the Yule Ball when they thought it’d be funny to wear an all white ensemble because: “What?...I wanted to feel like a bride at their wedding.” whilst having the best night with George, their “groom”.

Even small moments like when they would steal a shirt from George’s drawer and wear it to sleep. He loved every single bit of it, even if it cost him many shirts.

He truly never got enough of them wearing white. So seeing them in a casket wearing that same color 7 years ago, looking so peaceful and so… dead. That killed him. That’s the last time he will see them in white; That’s the last time he’s going to see them at all. 

That was the last time he could actually feel their hand rather than just dried oil on linen canvas, framed in oak and hung atop his bed. How he wished their eyes could roll one more time at how stupidly in love their boyfriend is with them, especially in white.

Voldemort’s reign of terror had ended, as well as the lives of many others, and maybe even George. They were a horcrux he never made, his life force created by deep love and affection rather than the hunger for immortality.

It never got easier even after 7 years, he simply just got used to it. 

He got used to the feeling of an empty bed. He got used to gripping onto a cold body pillow instead of a warm figure and a heartbeat with Y/H/C hair disturbing his lips. He got used to counting the days since their death which gravely disturbed Fred, his twin. He got used to waking up everyday and checked off a box from the calendar with an absurd amount of numbers on it. 

Admittedly he is doing better than he did 7 years ago. No more jumping from every small sound and drawing out his wand in the middle of the night. No more vivid dreams of several dead bodies laid across the Great Hall. No more crying himself to sleep. No more missed dinners. No more grieving. 

He’s longed for them longer than he has actually been with them. But his love never faltered. Not once. 

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Day 2,557

It's now exactly 7 years since the Battle of Hogwarts. And in a month it would be the 7th anniversary of his obituary for Y/N on the Daily Prophet, a suggestion made by Percy to try and help his grieving brother. It helped, but not really. 

The small May 2nd, 2005 box wrote “Baby Vic’s Birthday!” in bold red ink. George moved the yellow paper star that stuck gently onto the calendar with paper tape as Fred walked into his room. Envelope in his hands, bread between his teeth, and a beautiful haughty looking owl on his shoulder.

“Fun to finally see you up, Georgie!” Fred greeted sarcastically as George hummed in response. “Bill just sent an owl that little Vicky’s turning 5!"

"That is usually how birthdays work, Freddie." George joked, grabbing his wand and with a flick, his bed is magically fixed. "I'm not a dumbass, you know?" Fred chuckled lightly as he handed George the letter from Bill and Fleur, "They're hosting a party for her at the Burrow at 5."

He took the piece of parchment and flattened it by his desk before pulling it closer to his face, his back mindlessly pinning itself to the wall. 

Dear Fred and George, 

Bill here, As you should know, it's baby Victoire's 5th birthday today and we would really like love to have you two come by the Burrow at 5 pm. 

Vic really misses you both. Uncle George this, Uncle Fred that. She’s going to be like you two one day, I’m tellin’ ya. She loves listening to stories you tell her, especially the ones about Y/N and Tonks. She thinks that they’re the coolest people ever and that she wished she could meet them. I simply told her that one day she would, but it’ll be far far away from now. 

Hope to see you later! Please owl back immediately, Vic’s got Ginny’s temper.

xx Bill

“I’ve already owled them my ‘happy birthday’ letter before Chouette came.” Chouette, the owl cooed at the mention of her name. Slightly shuffling her feathers therefore lightly tickling Fred's neck, making him shiver. The haughty owl flew from Fred's shoulder to George's making the younger twin chuckle. 

"Seems like Chouette is telling you to take a bath, mate." George laughed as the back of Fred's hand flew to his forehead. "I got us crepes and bread for breakfast! And you go on and call me stinky?" Fred exclaimed dramatically. 

"How 'bout you be a dear and write to Bill and Fleur that we are going to Vic's party, alright?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that." George agreed, taking out a roll of parchment from his desk drawer as well as a quill and a bottle of ink. "While I eat my breakfast and write this, will you be a dear and take a bath!" Fred cackled at his younger brother's statement. Though in a bit the sound of water dropping down the shower head echoed through the small flat above the shop.

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School owls poured in as numerous Hogwarts students wanted to take advantage of the annual “54% off ‘End of War’ sale” at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes held in memory of the fallen 50. Because in Fred and George’s philosophy, “...We might not be able to save them, but they can save our customers over 50% off of all our products!”

It seemed insensitive but it’s the thought that counts. They wanted to make sure that their passing didn’t go to waste, even if it is counted as a discount to the famous Diagon Alley shop. 

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were rather busy picking up and shipping out their joke products, sending it to the owls who were perched up in a little area at the back of the store, nibbling on insects Verity; a part of their staff had handed them before sending them back to the school her bosses previously dropped out of. 

It was nearing lunch time when everyone wearing magenta robes stocked up the shelves again, having been sending out owls since 8 in the morning when they heard a clanging from the front doors, signaling that a customer had finally came; A middle aged woman looked starstruck whilst holding onto a young boy that’s slowly getting out of her grip, having the same eagerness as his mother.

It wasn’t unusual for customers to react this way coming into the Weasley’s joke shop. The boy’s eyes sparkled while the mother looked in admiration. The mother crouched down to hold onto her son, keeping him from running while his mouth spilled with words. 

“Mum, we have to get something for Mia!” the boy cried out eagerly, eyes darting towards every single corner of the store. George’s mouth upturned into a sloppy grin whilst listening to the boy. 

“Marty, that’s sweet of you, but we already got the quill she wanted.” The mother said quietly, running her hands over the boy’s shoulders, easing it. “And it’s your birthday...” George didn’t know what came after that as he took the chance and walked towards the small family with a big smile on his face, quickly followed by Fred. 

“Heard it’s a little man’s birthday.” inclined George, hands in his pockets and head down turned. The mother looked up and stood from her spot, giggling slightly as she kept a hold of her son’s shoulders. “What’s your name?” he asked, now being the one to crouch down in front of the boy.

The boy tilted his head to the side, eyes slightly strained. He looked both confused and hyper focused at the same moment. Though weird, George thought nothing of it. After all, he was a kid, the man he’s looking at has one ear, and the hyperfixation was quickly ended by the slight shake of his shoulders. The mother looked down at her son, silently telling him to introduce himself. And so he did. 

"I'm Martin! I turn 6 today!" the boy said enthusiastically,bringing a smile on George's face. Being around Martin felt odd, it felt so unapologetically peaceful and rather… familiar. 

"SIX?!" Fred loudly piped in. "Well now that's big, little man!" 

The mother was slightly startled by the appearance of the ginger's twin, though the same cannot be said about Martin who simply smiled absentmindedly. 

"I knew you before." said Martin, eyes targeting the younger twin. George smiled and kept close to the boy, keeping the conversation going. "Really?" he asked with vivid curiosity, he did not recognise the boy or his mother but fueling a child's imagination wouldn't hurt anyone. 

"How?" piped in Fred, now also crouching beside his twin, "And why just him?" he asked comedically, pointing to his brother. 

"Since we were 11." Answered Martin with no signs of struggle on his face. The red haired owners looked at each other, though more in disbelief than in confusion. 

"Thought you said you were 6, Martin?" George asked with a kind look on his face. The boy’s mother shook her son’s shoulder harder than she did the past few times, mumbling “Marty, what did I tell you?” in tired disbelief.

“M’sorry mum.” Martin said with a pinch of sincerity before turning back to face the bigger man in front of him. “I was 20 before I became 6.” “Marty.”

Chilling, the owners thought. As they were 20 at the time of the battle of Hogwarts. 

“I’m so sorry Mr.--”

“Weasley.” Fred replied as the confusion simmered throughout his twin brother. “S’really nothing to worry about Mrs.--?”

“Edevane. But I truly am sorry, he’s just a very imaginative little kid. Always has stories of his quote-unquote ‘past life’.“ she explained, making the kid become a bit mad. “But mum, it’s true!-”

“Marty, how about we look around the store, alright? Mr. and Mr. Weasley could show us around perhaps?” Mrs. Edevane hinted to the twin owners, relief gracing their legs as they were now able to stand on their feet. 

“Yes, we can certainly do that! Come along Marty, tell us more about this ‘past life’ of yours.” Fred’s arm wrapped around the small boy’s shoulders, showing him around the color filled shop. “Sorry about that Mrs. Edevane.” he added mischievously, “Here at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, we like to encourage creativity and imagination.”

“--As it is the reason we got here.” George finished, giving Mrs. Edevane a kind smile as they start roaming around the shop. “Uhh. Mr. Weasley.” Her fingers tapped onto George’s shoulder. His head whipped around and mouth about to open when suddenly the 6 year old spoke; “Mum, Mr. Weasley’s name is George. This one’s Fred.”

The utter shock that went through the twin wizards was clear as day. No where in the shop did it say the owner’s names. Even their name tags; The little badge pinned on their suits merely wrote ‘Mr. Weasley’. Fred, being the initiator that he is, leaned forward. “Now how can you be so sure, Marty?” he teased, “What if I tell you that you’re wrong?”

Martin simply smiled, angling his head a bit to the side again. “Mr. George has a longer face, down turned eyes and eyebrows, he’s a bit taller than you, Mr. Fred. You have a squarer face and shorter features than him.” he explained smoothly and innocently. As if it’s something he’s observed over the course of his whole life.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid your son’s a genius.” George joked, even if he’s visibly disturbed, though nonetheless intrigued. Nobody has ever differentiated them this way, even their own mother. Though one person did. The one he cherished most. The mother smiled, holding onto her son once again. 

“I’m no genius.” Martin spoke, a shy smile gracing his small little lips, so identical to the person’s portrait above George’s bed. He even said their typical response to their mind being praised. 

“-- I just quietly observe.”

Martin spoke but George merely whispered. A shiver ran through his spine, heart pumping, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It could’ve all been a coincidence. One big coincidence served on a silver platter, garnished with confusion and terrifying accuracy. 

“Mr. Weasley?”

He snapped back, giving the woman a sign to continue. “Uh, I just wanted to ask... err. Why that big of a discount? Why is it 54% off of everything? That doesn’t really sound like a good marketing strategy, doesn’t it?” She asked curiously. 

“Well Mrs. Edevane.” George started, seeing as Fred and little Martin were still going around the shop. “Remember the last wizarding war?” Mrs. Edevane shook her head. His smile faltered a bit but still kept his composure. “We’re, what you call it? Muggle--born?” Her eyebrows furrowed while her teeth sinked into her bottom lip. “Well, my daughter... err. Just started her first year and that McGonagall woman said that she’s a ‘muggleborn’.” 

They truly didn’t know who they are.

“-- What I’m trying to say, Mr. Weasley, is that we, or at least I, am not magical. Nor is my husband.” He nodded, breathed in a bit as his mind tried to ease itself. The boy couldn’t have known who he is as they wouldn’t have known anything about the prophet, or could they?

“Well, Mrs. Edevane. 7 years ago at this date. The second wizarding war has ended. My brother-in-law defeated... him.” It was still hard to say his name, even years later. “V-Voldemort.”

She looked curious but silently let him continue. “Uh, remember when. Uh-uhm that bridge collapsed in muggle london? 7-8 years ago? A big hurricane happened? When a lot died like-” It was hard to explain. Truly. It was hard to live through it again.

“Like that Emmeline Vance lady?”

“Yes, exactly!” He exclaimed. “It was all caused by him. By wizards! Dark wizards!” Her previously bright face now looked horror struck. It was all making sense. “Seven years ago, this day. Everything ended at Hogwarts. As well as the lives of 54 on our side.” He wanted to mention one very special loss, but figured that she doesn’t need to know about it. She was just a muggle mother who brought her son birthday shopping. “We wanted to commemorate them.”

A sincere look graced upon her face, out of pity. “Is there any chance that you’ve seen anything from the ‘Daily Prophet’, Mrs. Edevane? Or your son?” He asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. She shook her head, now gracing a look with pure confusion. “A-Anything. Like a paper? A newspaper with moving photographs? Or maybe a-a Quibbler?”

She shook her head. “Why’re you asking Mr. Weasley?” His mouth opened, about to burst out his concerns and held in grief to a complete stranger when; “George!”

It was Fred, hand resting on his twin’s shoulder as the six year old boy beside him just stood. “-- Can I talk to you? I need to talk to you.” He said, fright gracing his features and panic in his voice. 

George nodded, bidding a quick goodbye to the mother and son who came in a few moments ago and calling for one of their faculty to give them the tour they wanted.

Fred pulled his twin to an empty corner of the shop. Sound muffled by the stacks of products ranging from fireworks to extendable ears. “That boy George.” Fred panted. Voice shaking. “He knows too much. Is there a chance that you put anything about how Y/N saved me?”

“Briefly. Why?” His heart was about to pop out of his chest at any moment. Any moment now his heart would be a new WWW product. 

“He explained everything! Everything George! Knew things that he shouldn’t have!” Fred said, terrified. “What did he say?” asked George. Croaking out whatever’s left in his heaving lungs. 

“He said that he saved me. Me and Percy! From the explosion! I didn’t think much of it at first, George! I knew that you wrote that in their obituary. But he just kept going.” Frightened. They were both frightened. “Everything they did. He knew.”

“How accurate was he?”

“Very. George. Disturbingly accurate.” Back straightened and composed, Fred stood back, eyes darting back and forth from his brother to the entrance of the shop. “He knew that they transfigured the rubble to sand. He knew that they cast that ring of fire shit they did. The diabolica thing to ward off the death eaters? Yeah. He named the spell. HE NAMED THE SPELL, GEORGE!”

“I heard you the first time!” George yelled back. Disturbed, yet he felt at peace. He could have the last goodbye he’s always wanted. “We need to talk to the boy, Fred.”

His twin nodded fervently, about to walk away from the corner when he felt an arm tug on his elbow. “Oi, how can we do it without worrying the mother?”

“Give whatever he wants for free. It’s his birthday after all. Now come on!”

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#george weasley #george weasley fanfiction #fred and george #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley angst #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #george weasley one shot #fred weasley #bill weasley #fleur delacour #ginny weasley

[kiger68]

Hopeless

Hey Friends,

Welcome back to my blog (welcome if you're new). It has been a while, alas I'm back now with another heartbreakingly angsty one shot for you. I hope you enjoy.

Requested? No

Word Count: 1,050

Sypnosis: After losing his brother Fred, Bill remembers the impact that people in his life had, and gets some earth shattering news.

You can view part one here: (you don't need to read it to read this one but I recommend you do as it will help you understand the events that transpire in this better)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of losing a child (implied miscarriage), slight implication depression. I think that's it let me know if I missed any.

Bill felt his chest tighten as he crouched beside his brothers still body. The smile permanently etched on Fred's features brought a fresh wave of tears cascading down his pale, scarred face. He couldn't help his thoughts drifting back to the help Fred gave him during the darkest period of his life.

"Fred, she's suffering, her heart is broken and I didn't think there was anything I could do to fix it, so I left." Bill speaks his voice merely above a whisper. He had shown up on his brothers doorstep a few hours ago, his eyes red and puffy telling him the story of what happened with Y/N and why he left. "What kind of horrible person leaves someone who is suffering, oh merlin, I'm a terrible human being, I should have stayed, I should have trued harder to help he-" Fred cut off his brothers rant, placing a hand softly on his shoulder "Bill, stop. You are not a horrible person, you did everything you possibly could to help Y/N there is nothing else you can possibly do. There's nothing any of us could do to help her until she's ready to accept the house. You can't put yourself down for leaving, like you said you felt like that place was suffocating you, like you couldn't breathe, it's okay to leave so you can get some air, so you can process your loss and move past it." Fred spoke softly. He made a mental note to stop by and check on Y/N later. "I guess you're right, but it doesn't stop me from feeling like a terrible human being" Bill spoke to Fred so simply nodded and said "I know, Bill"

He realised that he had never thanked his brother for what he did for him, for them both. As he realised he would never be able to he felt his heart break a little. His brother was a kind-hearted person who always managed to be the light in the darkness, to provide hope to the hopeless and now he was gone, ripped from the earth, from his family. As he felt a hand on his shoulder, his head turned in the direction of the movement and he was greeted with the grim face of his always beautiful wife. "Bill, come itz Y/N, she's....just come". Fleur removed her had from his shoulders and held it out for Bill to take before she lead him away from his family.

He had been introduced to Fleur years ago during the Tri-Wizard Tournament at Hogwarts by his former Fiancée Y/N, even the memory of her brought painful sting to his chest. Fleur had helped him get through the pain he felt and helped him move to a better place mentally, she had been patient with him on days when he was inconsolable and had even helped Y/N get to a place where she could leave the house and function semi-normally. Eventually, he had fallen head over heels for Fleur and vice versa

Fleur led him to the opposite corner of the great hall, before stepping behind Bill and placing her hands on his shoulders. "I'm sorry" was all she said as Bill looked upon the still and peaceful body of his first love. "What happened?" He spoke as he felt his already broken heart shatter in his chest. "She got hit by an unforgivable curse, by a death eater" as Fleur spoke his eyes widened prompting her to continue "Bill, I dealt with him as soon as I found him, but it was too late she was already gone". This prompted a fresh wave of tears to erupt from his already puffy eyes. He remembered back to the day they had both felt the happiest they had ever been.

"Bill I have something to tell you" Y/N spoke her eyes alight with happiness. They had just had a beautiful homecooked romantic dinner to celebrate their seventh anniversary. He noticed how excited she looked, her smile was stretched to her eyes, her dimples prominent on her face. "What is it, love?" he questioned ecstatic to see her so excited. "I'm pregnant" As she spoke those words, Bill felt a wave of excitement and peace wash over him. He enveloped her in his arms pressing her to his chest, as he beamed with happiness. They were going to be parents.

He fell to his knees grasping for her cold hands splayed out beside her body. Fleur let him have this moment peacefully, she understood the impact that Y/N had on all of their lives so she let him grieve her in peace, she would be there when he needed her and she would help him grieve and get through this like she did the last time.

"I'm sorry love, I'm so sorry" Bill spoke frantically to the empty soul lying in front of him. They had lived through the loss of their child, they had watched friends disappear, they had been through so much together and she was finally free, finally at peace, reunited with the child they lost and the almost-brother that had helped them both through the worst time in their lives.

Most people don't realise that Bill didn't just lose one member of his family on this day he lost two. Two of the greatest souls he had ever known, Fred and Y/N had this magical ability to make all those around them see the light in the darkest times, bring laughter in the quietest moments. They gave hope to the hopeless, now they were gone. They would never make anyone laugh again, they wouldn't be there to see the Weasley children have families. Even through all the losses they suffered they never broke, well never fully. They would never know the impact the life had on those around them now that they were gone.

The thoughts of their lives and the impacts they had on the people around them swirled in Bill's head and once again his heart shattered and the hopelessness that once enveloped him took over as he remembered both the good times and the tragedy. He became a shell of who he once was and his family didn't know if he would ever come back.

#angst #fanfiction #heartbreak #heartache #fred weasley #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley #fleur delacour #weasley family #loss

[iamnmbr3]

So Bill likes rare steak just from having been bitten by Greyback when he wasn't even transformed. And it doesn't sound like he only likes it on the full moon. It sounds like it's a permanent change. So do people who are full werewolves crave raw meat all the time? Does Lupin just eat regular food because he wants to fit in and feels ashamed of what he is?

#Is that part of the reason he looks ill all the time and Greyback doesn't? #so much angst potential #hp werewolves #remus lupin #Harry Potter #bill weasley

[liiilyevans]

Ao3 still down? Are you receiving prompts yet?

If you are, I go different and ask Bleur announcing/find out being pregnant

For you, I will always be receiving prompts! As always, my French is very limited to please be nice :)

Bill had just finished packing and was taking a break when Fleur stepped into their bedroom. He was headed back to Egypt for three weeks, and Fleur was coming with him. Gringotts hadn't mentioned a permanent placement, but Bill was hoping that would be the next step. He needed to get out of Britain where the air still dripped with his brother's blood and the crimes of war.

Only Fleur didn't look happy. She looked pale and unkept.

"What's wrong?" Bill asked from his spot on the bed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed to get up and go to her, but Fleur was already across the room and crawling into his lap. That was when Bill knew that something was terribly wrong.

Fleur wasn't affectionate like this. She was teasing fingertips, lingering kisses, and light foot brushes. She wasn't clingy. Bill gently stroked her hair as she tucked her face into his neck, wondering exactly how he was supposed to comfort her when he'd never seen her like this.

"Mon amour, mon amour," she said softly.

"Je t'aime, je t'aime," he whispered as he kissed her forehead. "Ça ne va pas?"

Fleur just shook her head in response. Panic started to roil in Bill's stomach because in all the time he'd known her, Fleur had never been quiet. She was outspoken, perhaps too much. When she was upset, she raged like a sandstorm. This should have been no different. Yet she refused to tell him what was wrong.

"Fleur," he said, brushing the hair away from her face. "You're scaring me."

"I am pregnant."

The words froze something inside of him, turned it cold as ice. Pregnant. A baby. His baby. He and Fleur. Parents. His brain was short circuiting as he tried to comprehend what she'd just said.

He and Fleur had talked about babies, about having them in the very distant future. Once. First, they were supposed to go to Egypt. First, they were supposed to have their own adventures. First, they were supposed to live and grown together.

Now those firsts were all shattered like ice shards.

"Bill?" Fleur whispered. When he glanced down at her, he realized she was looking at him with fear in her eyes. Hurt zinged through his chest. He didn't ever want her to look at him like that.

"It'll be ok," he said gently. "We'll cancel the Egypt trip. I'll tell Bogrot that I can't go. We'll talk to Mum. Talk to your mum. We'll figure it out."

"You should still go to Egypt," she said as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "You were so looking forward to it."

Bill pressed a kiss to her hand. "That doesn't matter anymore."

He was going to be a father. Fuck.

#i'm on the angst train today #i'm sorry #bleur #bill weasley #fleur delacour #bill x fleur #my writing #answered #i really don't think vic was planned tho

[leviathanspain]

cursebreaker

bill weasley x reader

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the sock on bill’s door did nothing to help the ears that were practically glued to his bedroom door. he had specifically told his brothers to stay away from his room, even threatening physical consequences that involved being turned into an orange or a roach just for the likes of being eaten or killed.

you were sitting in bill’s lap, his messy red hair was over his eyes as his head was thrown back. his hands were holding your hips, pulling you up and down his cock, your cries being held in as much as you could. you knew his family was just a door away, but bill had convinced you it was fine.

it was bill’s first holiday off from being a cursebreaker in egypt and they had given him back practically insatiable.

this was only his first night home and you had been invited over for dinner and to stay in the burrow until bill had to go back. at the rate that bill was going, you’d be able to barely make it to dinner time.

bill leaned forward and began to pick up the pace, fucking into you roughly that the slapping of your ass against his thighs echoed into the room. you were a moaning mess now, the knot in your stomach becoming all to familiar as you gasped for air.

“bill-“ you moaned as your hand gripped his shoulder. a chuckle escaped bill’s lips as he felt you clench furiously around him.

you cursed loudly as you came, shivering and shaking in his arms as he continued to fuck into you, cum spilling inside of you.

you stuttered movements, and heard a loud pair of whistles on the other side of the door, “guess christmas came early, huh william?” fred’s voice was loud and george snickered just as loud.

bill rolled his eyes and you blushed a deep red, you had forgotten his family was there and now you’d have to face them.

you laughed as bill smiled, “come on, let’s get dinner before their fat arses eat it all.”

#bill weasley smut #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley angst #bill weasley imagines #hogwarts smut #hogwarts imagines #harry potter imagines

[project-v175]

Out on a Limb

Brutal fighting. That's what the wizarding world had succumbed to. Violence. All her life, she had only known the peace of magic. That changed when she became an apprentice at the ministry. She wanted to be an auror. She wanted to restore peace. He who shall not be named had ruined everything for her, and it needed to be set right. Nothing felt normal for her.. not until him.

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Chapter 8: Memories

Venus recalled the events of the past week; the last battle of the war, her encounter with Alastor Moody, his hospital visit, and the mental breakdowns. Everything poured out of her. Sobs wrecked her body. Molly had moved beside her to hold the young girl. There was a heavy, dark silence that filled the home. Venus sat in Molly's arms, sniffling and red eyed. Her body felt weak. She finally felt safe enough to relax.

"I spent three days in St. Mungos, just watching over him. Thats.. probably what caused the rumors." Venus wiped her eyes with the edge of her fingers, careful not to smear her mascara further that she already had.

"I'd say it was. Arthur says the two of you were seen walking around the ministry and left together." Molly placed her hand on the back of Venus's head. Her fingers smoothed over the girl's dark, fluffy curls.

"Mhm. We did. We were uhm." Venus sat up. A small flush settled over her cheeks now that she realized what the rumors implied. "The Head Minister told him to finish my apprenticeship training. So we went to an empty field..."

Molly smiled to herself. She placed her hands on Venus's shoulders, rubbing soft circles into Venus's sore muscles. "That was sweet of you. As always.. so sweet to others. Ever since we took you in, you've been an absolute blessing."

"Oh, Molly, don't say it like that. You know you guys didn't have to, right? I was.. i was so young when i stepped out of the water for the first time. I fell in love with the beauty of life above the water. You and the rest of the Prewettes only fueled that love." Venus smiled. She shook her head and stood from her spot. The kettle was screaming now instead of whistling.

"Let me help you get the tea." Molly stood as well. She followed Venus to the kitchen. Her eyes darted between the renovation tools. "All by yourself, dear?"

Venus held the kettle with a towel. She pulled it off the hot stove eye and put out the small flame. The kettle was placed on a round pad of cloth. "Yeah. I was gonna get help, but honestly, I enjoy the work. I get to experience.. what was it? Pride?"

"Yes, dear. That is pride. A strong feeling of accomplishment." Molly smiled as she watched Venus pull tea packets and cups from the cabinet. She moved her gaze to the backsplash above the stove. The intricate details of the mermaids dipicted were far too many to be from Venus's imagination. "The mermaids... you miss home?"

"Sometimes I do. But it is a faint feeling. I am close to the water out here. It is not hard to ease my mind." Venus poured the hot water into two cups and placed a tea packet in each one. She handed Molly a cup as she took her own.

"I see.. that's.. smart, and convenient." Molly dipped her tea packet into the water. She waited for the herbs to fill the hot water, then took a sip.

"I had not realized what those.. rumors.. implied. Alastor is.. a sweet man, but much too old for me." Venus took her own sip.

Molly nearly dropped her tea at the comment. She laughed under her breath and reached out to Venus. Molly set her hand on Venus's shoulder. "Oh child- thats- nonesense. He's in his fourties. You're in your twenties."

"Precisely. He is twice my age. That is much too old. He will die and leave me a heart broken widow for years." Venus smiled to herself. The man she had met on the battlefield was certainly a looker. He was different now, but no less good-looking. It was just for a different taste. A flush rose to her cheeks at the thought.

Molly watched Venus with a knowing smirk. It wasn't common in for there to be age gaps amongst wizards, but it certainly wasn't unheard of. She continued to admire the mermaid painted tile. Venus's handiwork. Her talents were derived from her mermaid heritage. Ever since she was adopted by Molly and her parents, she had made their life more beautiful. Soft songs, both vocal and instrumental, in the middle of the night would ease the children. Her bright art would decorate any room of the house that the Prewettes would allow. It was Venus who inspired Molly's colorful attire.

Venus lifted her gaze from the floor. She gave Molly a curious look. "Molly, you never told me the purpose of your visit. Surely you weren't just checking in."

"Oh! Yes. Yes. Of course! We had another little one. I don't know if Arthur mentioned it, but we finally have a little girl!" Molly set her cup down on the dusty countertop.

Venus set her cup down as well. She and Molly nearly fell on each other with an embrace. "Oh, Molly! How wonderful! A little girl! That is magnificent! I am so happy for you!"

Molly reached for her pocket. She pulled out a folded photo of her new child. The little girl was already walking. Had the war lasted so long? "She is so big already, Molly.."

Molly smiled at the photo. "Yes, and she is beginning to talk. Mere babbling, but conversations nonetheless."

"That's absolutely brilliant. I-" A loud clock on the wall cut Venus off. She and Molly looked at the clock, then at each other to giggle. "Goodness.. It's late."

"I should get going. Let you get some rest. You should start writing again. Get yourself an owl. The kids miss hearing from you." Molly began collecting her things. She took her last sip of tea at the door and then gave Venus the cup.

"I absolutely will. I'll try to stop by sometime. Once I finish my apprenticeship up. Have a safe travel home, Molly." Venus opened the door for Molly, giving her one finaly embrace.

"I will. You get some sleep now." Molly began to walk away as Venus shut the door.

The house was silent now. Silent and lonesome. She headed towards her bedroom. The visit from Molly and training from the early morning had worn her down. Weariness finally settled on her shoulders as she flopped on her bed. The sheets were softer than normal today. Warmth invited her deep within them and into a deep sleep.

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Author Note

This was sort of a filler chapter but also had a bit of information. The next few chapters are gonna be more interesting, hopefully.

#alastor moody #alastor moody x oc #alastor my beloved #novel #fanfic #oc insert #angst with a happy ending #angst #molly weasley #arthur weasley #bill weasley #percy weasley #george weasley #the weasly twins #fred weasley #ginny weasley #ron weasley #pining #Harry Potter #romance #tension #mermaid oc #main character #mutual pining #strangers to lovers

[enemymarkus]

The weasleys triplets Hc

By: EnemyMarkus

A/N: This is a headcanon of the weasley triplets!

warnings?: some swearing, pranks, being an annoying little sister

I do not give permission for people to steal my work or translate it without my consent!

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+ when your guy's mum was pregnant, the doctors said that she would be having twins, but unexpectedly there were triplets.   

+ when you guys started to grow up, fred and george were getting taller while it seems you were not even growing. 

+ When you guys went to hogwarts you didn't think that your mom would get pregnant again. You already have 3 older siblings and 2 twins and now another brother??

+ you started to become friends with different people and oh boy did fred and george not like that. Their twin hanging out with somebody other than them?? how dare she!

+ you and your twins loved to play pranks on people. Bill, percy, charlie people from your school. Even teachers, your biggest prank of all time though was when you guys were in the 5th year

+ you guys pranked umbridge and snape, they got into an argument and nobody knew it was you guys. It was really funny and cool, even though it was mean, fred and george did it because snape was being hard on you and saying that you were talking to somebody in class even though you focusing on a test, umbridge was just being a bitch to everyone so they did everyone a favour

+ whenever you guys go back home for the holidays, you always catch up with your older brothers because you don't see them much and it upsets you guys alot. Bill recently got married to fleur and you guys missed it because you guys were at school for the holidays.

+ When you guys start to get older and start to date people you guys drift away abit, until fred and katie broke up. He needed comfort from his twins. You were dating cedric at the time and george was dating Angelina.

+ when you saw cedric die from voldemort, your twins have never seen you cry so much, straight away they came to your side leaving their own girlfriends to comfort their twin about her boyfriends death.

 you could have never asked for a better family.

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Hi! guys ive been meaning to start all my other fic that i promised but i caught up in school, so when i have some free time i will make

GLADE |2|     Winter soldier pt3     Pool party     Throuple?

i hope you guys have a wonderful night/day/afternoon!

#fred weasley #george weasley #triplets #harry potter #x you fluff #headcanons #fred weasley x sister reader #george weasley x sister reader #brothers #bill wealsey #percy weasley #charlie weasley #harry potter x you #reader #fluff #FLUFF KINDA #harry potter angst #fluffy #cedric diggory #boyfriend #x girlfriend

[shadowbriar]

William Arthur ‘Bill’ Weasley Masterlist

♤ Angst - ♡ Fluff - ✮ AU - ♛ Popular

One-shot

♤♡ Paris [Requested]: A quick gateway has somehow turned into a labyrinth of conflicted feelings with no escape   as she spends more time with the oldest Weasley sibling.  

#bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley imagines #bill weasley fanfic #bill weasley fanfiction #bill weasley scenario #bill weasley scenarios #bill weasley oneshot #bill weasley angst #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley x you #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley x oc #bill weasley x y/n #bill weasley masterlist

[seriouslyblacklikemysoul]

«A»Lethe - George Weasley x Reader

Lethe: In Greek mythology, Lethe was the daughter of Eris (Strife) and the personification of oblivion. Lethe is also the name of a river or plain in the infernal regions. In Orphism, a Greek mystical religious movement, it was believed that the newly dead who drank from the River Lethe would lose all memory of their past existence. The initiated were taught to seek instead the river of memory, Mnemosyne, thus securing the end of the transmigration of the soul. At the oracle of Trophonius, which was thought to be an entrance to the underworld, there were two springs called Lethe and Mnemosyne.

[A]Lethe> A-letheia> Not Forgetting. The truth.

Summary: Moving on after Fred passed. 

Masterlist

Chapter One. 

        Losing him was like going to war. Cold, raw and scarring. Traumatizing but tearless. You didn’t cry. You couldn’t feel. The pain was everywhere around you, in the stained faces of his family, in the screaming echoes of grief of his mother, in the hollow shell of torment of his brothers, in the agony of his friends. The pain was everywhere within you, in your broken heart, in your aching skin, in your salted wounds.         You were betwixt and between the familiar and the completely unknown. There alone was your old world left behind, while you were not yet sure of the new existence. Grief was as overwhelming as it was because it defied your attempts to define it. It was as shapeless as the darkest most abyssal waters of the ocean. It only was ever the shapes you gave it. Like blood or snakes which writhe through your veins and arteries: omnipresent and invisible until all without warning it wasn’t. It was Jormungandr twisted into a Gordian knot of an emotion so heavy that it ceased being an emotion and became a black hole where all emotions disappeared into. Happiness became not the feeling of joy, but the absence of feeling misery, or worse, nothing at all.      Gordian knots and snakes. Each metaphor met its end and found its solution in the same way: You had to take the sword, the one which has pierced where your heart once was beating, and you hold it in your hopeless hands, and you sliced through the empty air where a snake's head or an impossible philosophy-knot once was. You had to make your grief defined not by its defiance of definition, but instead by your own defiance of being defined by grief. Recovery was the white-hot iron that cauterized nothing so that something can exist again, even if that something is painful.       When you cried for the first time and meant it as more than a reflex, thoughtless as breathing, you laughed while you did it. Here, at least, was a suffering you could embrace. Here was a dark and loathsome soil from which you could pull out every weed and make a harvest of something more than endless fields ripe for something like seeds.       A sleek black casket was lowered, and your heart dropped with it. Love was everlasting. It could not end with death. It endured in the hearts of the people who felt happy and warm in its light. Love was a song that one day rested, but its resting made the melody of those who have appreciated its meaning even more significant, sacred, and fair. It was sad for the vessel of love to leave its earthly form, and yet it was formless when it carried on to somewhere you had to believe was better than the grief and sorrow it has left behind for those who miss it. Grief and sorrow were the pen and paper of love to write in your marvelous days with tears that as long as you were with breath, you would always remember. Love was passed forward, and that made it relentless; grief was nothing more than the love you didn’t get to give, and that broke you to the core.       You didn’t like black; not for him. He wasn’t dark – he was everything but. His fiery red hair, his whole existence was a burst of color, a splash of life. And in a moment that life was erased. You tore your eyes away from the rain-soaked soil, and looked around you – there was only grief; there was only love with nowhere to go. You knew you were supposed to be grieving in a socially accepted way; that was how it was. But you couldn’t. Your eyes fell on his twin. Something inside you bawled. You didn’t want to look at him. Your eyes were on fire and there was nothing else to do but run away.

     You shifted under your blankets, trapped in that strange surreal space between sleep and waking. You were aware of the mattress beneath you, how the bedsprings creaked just a little as you rolled from your back onto your side, knees curled. No one bothered you, no one had come to check on you and you knew they wouldn’t. You prayed they wouldn’t. You didn’t want to deal with any of it. You were aware that it was just the first stage, but you welcomed it with open arms; denial meant numbness and that was all you were asking for. For as long as you could hear Molly crying in his room, you wanted nothing to do with bereavement. You wanted nothing to do with getting over the stage of fresh denial. It was the only defense you had at the moment, and you didn’t feel like giving it up.          Fred was everywhere and it suffocated you. They didn’t tell you about the… the material reminders that showed up, the ones that stated very plainly that he was gone now. You had an extra blanket on your bed. The same one that used to swaddle you on the couch during sleepovers. There were extra glasses in the cupboard now. There was another butter dish on the counter. One that belonged to no one anymore.  There was a strange feeling, at least for you, where these items didn’t belong here. But what were you going to do? They weren’t being used anymore. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was going to be a time, somewhere in the future where the border would blur between his and yours. You doubted it. But you did hope it became less painful to look at those things, because they were everywhere. He was everywhere.       It might have been your need to stray connected to him or maybe it was because you had nowhere else to go… but it was definitely not the wisest choice to stay here, at his home. The Burrow was everything you had to run away from, but you found yourself buried under a pile of his blankets. Molly was a ghost of herself, Ginny cried the first four days, not leaving Harry’s side. Percy was blaming himself for everything, finding a shimmer of relief when he was with Penny, Charlie and Bill were devastated and Fleur tried to be there for her husband, already having lost too much herself. Ron was always with Hermione, and he was the first to really open up about his emotional state. Arthur didn’t cry, he didn’t talk, didn’t eat, he was hovering over the house and the rooms like a chandelier, not having anywhere to go. George… Your heart felt for him; his pain had to be unbearable, having lost his other half.        Since the first day you met them, their connection was nothing like you had seen. You knew they were twins, and you knew that twins always had a deeper relationship but what you didn’t know was that they were each other’s best friend, partners in crime and such a special duo you really thought it was going to last forever. And it should have been that way. When you found yourself in rather steamy tête-à-tête with Fred, you had no idea where it would lead, if anywhere. Thinking it now, you would hope it hadn’t led anywhere, indeed. But it became everything. He was your best friend, you confidant, your partner, the love you had only dreamt of. And then he was gone.

       You were angry at everyone in the house. They were sobbing and crying and screaming in the middle of the night. You were angry at him. You were no longer hiding in the spare room. It was no longer an option. You had to face them, him. At the end of the first week, George entered his and Fred’s room for the first time. He found Molly, sitting there, looking at the moving posters of his favorite Quidditch players and all those pamphlets of the products of their shop. You saw him looking at you but it still hurt to look at him too. He was a constant reminder of who you lost. You used to have a very close friendship with him, but now, George was here, and Fred wasn’t and that made you sick. You never found out what they were talking about, but the day felt bigger, as if the sun wasn’t setting until they had discussed whatever it was, they needed it to. You stayed put, not being able to make your feet move.        “If you want to talk about it… I’m here” Hermione offered and startled you. You didn’t want to talk about it. But you forced a smile and nodded. She knew you were rejecting her offer, but you couldn’t deal with anything. Saying it out loud, would make it real and you wanted it to remain a lie. It was the moment you dreaded from the beginning. The moment when the door opened, a tear-stained Molly exited and a broken George getting up from Fred’s bed. Something broke in a way you hadn’t imagined possible. Everything crushed together and left you trembling, weak. You didn’t even have time to prepare for the fall, you knew your knees betrayed you the moment you looked into that god-forsaken room. But you didn’t. And looking at him made it worse.         George was standing next to you, making sure you could balance yourself. You both knew why you were avoiding him like hellfire. He was broken and it made you realize how awful you had been. Sick to your stomach, you clenched onto him, holding on while wanting to let go. He knew why you felt the way you did; he felt it too every time he looked in a mirror. “I have to hate you” you whispered, and you had no idea how you were able to tell him. He swallowed, nodding ever so slightly. His grip was still firm, and your hand wasn’t letting go. Because, in reality, you didn’t want to let go. You needed him to be there.        “But I don’t want to and it’s crushing me” you admitted, and you made direct eye contact with him, for the first time in a week. You held back your cry, but your eyes glossed over with tears, threating to spill.  It was as if you were losing Fred all over again. A moment of stillness passed before he stopped pretending for the both of you and trapped you inside a hug. All this time, you were thinking about yourself and how you would cope with Fred’s loss, and never once did it cross your mind, that George might need you. You kept pushing everyone away, because that was the only way you knew how to grieve – not to. But in the process, you forgot, or rather, didn’t want to remember that his family, his twin, needed to grieve in a different way. Keeping a storm at bay was hard for you, and that was why you tried to convince it that it wasn’t a storm, before you had to face it. Once out there, there was no turning back; you would either survive or you would drown and be buried under the waves of pain, nowhere to be found again.       George wasn’t like you. He didn’t speak much, much like you, but he had to face something more than grief; his face. Him. He was alive and his twin was dead. Every mirror was reminder of how exactly alike they looked, of how easy it was, at any given moment, to be swallowed by visions of his brother. He could seize to be him. George was also grieving because when they looked at him, all they saw was Fred. He knew why he wasn’t letting go – he needed someone who knew Fred as well as you did, to tell him that he was not the same person. He needed validation as his own person. And even if you could pinpoint all those things that made him George, and even if you always believed that Fred and George were completely opposite, at the moment, you were willing to turn a blind eye because you missed Fred.       And then you managed to steal a glance. He was not Fred. He was anything but. All at once, your defenses crumbled down. You were punishing him for looking like your boyfriend, when in fact, his mere reflection was enough of a torture as it was. The stage of bargaining was long gone, and the depression settled in, made a nest and called your heart home. You managed to let go and turned to look at the room. Silent tears were forming, and you didn’t really care if they would show or not. You knew what was supposed to happen now; you had to go through his things. Clear out the half of the room that was no longer … You took a step but halted. Never again would you enter that room, waiting to be let onto a plan they had come up with; never again would you enter the room in a hurry because you had missed Fred or tried to wake him up. The emptiness of his bed, broke you. You hid your face with your hands, trying to shield your eyes from the macabre tranquility that was anything but serene. George’s hand rested on your shoulder, more like holding onto for dear life rather than encouraging you but even so, you felt … not alone. Entering the room took enough of your energy to drain you out but you kept pushing, knowing that if you left now, you would never come back. You felt as if you were a meteor on its way to collision.       “Here. It might help” a broken voice crept to your mind, shaking your awake. Molly had brought three big cups of tea. You wanted to say to her that it wouldn’t. Nothing could help. Instead, you took the cup from her hand and nodded, with a tiny curl of your lips. You took a sip, letting the hot liquid burn your mouth and its way to your stomach. At least, you could feel something. All those what ifs burning your brain. Looking at his side of the room, the memories pilling up, the large purple blanket, the posters and the photographs of you and him… what if you insisted on that vocation just last summer. What if instead of trying to be seen, you had made the first step? What if… what if he was here… Arthur stood in the doorway of the room, just watching at his wife and son… and you, deep aging wrinkles in his forehead, shadowing that his sorrow was ever so present… not uttering a word. Just watching. Molly was almost too lost in her feelings but every now and then, she gave you a sad smile, and patted George’s shoulder. One photo stood out from the rest, at least for you. You didn’t even know he had taken it. It was the first time you entered the flat above their shop. You had been speechless with how much they had done, how detailed organization had been planned out. You were surprised with their ability to focus and do the job. When Fred invited you to their apartment, you thought you would be entering a den. But instead, everything was extremely organized, OCD style. Your mouth was open, and your eyes were amazed. He was hiding behind a column and snatched a photo. You hadn’t even known… You looked younger than what you felt now. It was so much simpler to wake up knowing Fred was either fast asleep or he was coming up with ideas for the shop.         After a while, silence was too much for Molly, who found refuge in her husband. There had been no word for a parent who lost a child. What was that parent after the death of their child? What was the purpose? A thousand questions were occupying your mind, trying to avoid the one you didn’t want to answer. What were you now?     All those important dates, things between Fred and you, little inside jokes, information about what made him tick, things as meaningless as allergies… what would happen to them? Would you have to pretend they meant nothing so they can seize to exist? Would they ever disappear?     “No. We will carry them” George answered, and you weren’t sure how he knew…unless you had been talking out loud. His eyes were distant and at the same time, able to read you like an open book. You sat down to his bed, eyeing Fred’s. You could never touch that bed again. You looked devastated. You felt even worse. It was no longer a bargain. You knew that, no matter what, Fred was gone. And you were here, picking up what was left. You felt the bed creaking under the weight of George’s body. You sat in silence. You didn’t know what to say and how to say it. But then you remember, this was George, not some stranger.      “I never got to tell you how sorry I am” you confessed. You were never good at this. Condolences were not your specialty. He looked at you with pain oozing out but rather than crying, he smiled, and it seemed real. You arched an eyebrow in surprise.        “You think I don’t know?” he questioned you. Of course, he did. But it felt wrong for you, because you were the one avoiding confrontation.  You huffed. You wanted to tear these walls down and be freed of memories. You wouldn’t break down in front of him. That would be selfish. If you were tormented, then George had to be utterly haunted.     “The worst part is that I know I am not supposed to feel guilty. But I do. For not being there when it happened and for not being here, when you needed me” you admitted. It was true, it broke you and you had to let him know. You wanted to be there, but you couldn’t cope. He was at loss of words. He nodded, appreciating your honesty but for him it was too soon to let you see him like this.         He got up and pointed towards the corridor and the bathroom. You got it, when people wanted to be alone. You did. But that meant you were left alone in the room. You had to do something to begin your journey back. You had been stuck in a liminal space of existence, where you were disconnected from everyone and everything, mourning for your boyfriend, trying to help and to cope. You had to get through. You messed around, avoiding the closet, because you knew that you would find his clothes – and some of yours. Everything else had been stripped down, naked and ghostly. The photo of you was the only reminder that there was another person in here, at some point; someone who wanted that picture on his nightstand.      “I love you, goodnight. There is a gasp, a long breath, and we are here again. In front of a closet full of your clothes, and it's hard to look at any of them. I pick up sweaters that have fallen off hangers and hold them close before putting them back up, filling them away. I am trying to forget, but you are everywhere I look. At my hands, I see yours, at my nose, at my smile. Everything I have, came from you in some facet. I talk to you on the floor in the room you were last, ask you where you sleep? Are you even there? Do you remember me, because sometimes it's hard remembering the little things? Your voice, your loving conversations, the way you were so eager for life; but these lofting thoughts turn bitter, for life has turned its back on you. No one knows about the stories that swallow and tug; They don't know, and I'm trying to articulate my thoughts into something that does not make me wince when I say it out loud. How to stop? How to conclude? My love, the best I can leave you with- is an I love you, and goodnight” you muttered in front of the now opened closet, tears making your vision blurry at best. You saw only phantoms of your past.      You weren’t aware but outside, George was trying not to rip the walls open. The closet was the one place he didn’t want to see. Everything screamed of their bond and he wasn’t ready to face that. 

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