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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 2 years

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Hiii, I know u are usually writing for Draco but hear me out: friends to lovers with Seamus Finnigan. Reader and him are friends but she has a crush on him and when he gets beat up by the Carrows she takes care of him. And when she thinks he's unconscious she confesses her feelings. If u don't write for him, just ignore this but I just love ur writings and would love to read this.

Thanks for your request. I´ve never written for Seamus before, so I´m hoping I´ve written his character in the way you imagined it. Anyway, enjoy reading!

Refuge

Warnings: mention of blood

“This is just amazing.”, you stated, as you looked around in awe.

You had been in the Room of Requirement several times before, but it had never looked like this. Until now, you had mostly been here for the DA meetings and the room had looked like a training hall, but now reminded you more of your dorm and the common room in the Gryffindor tower. On the one side of the room stood several beds, each of them looked as if they were already used, except for one. On the other side were some tables and couches. Behind a door in the back, you suspected the bathroom. The walls were draped with the banners of the different houses. You noticed, that the arms emblem of Slytherin was missing. This room was the perfect sanctuary.

And Godric, you needed one. Since the new year had started a few weeks ago at Hogwarts, many things had changed. Snape was the headmaster by now and the jobs of the DADA and Mugglestudies teacher were filled by the Carrows. They were brother and sister and one was just as cruel as the other. While in the last few years it had been the job of the teacher in Mugglestudies to teach you about the world of the Muggles, about the differences but also similarities between muggles and wizards, Alecto Carrow now taught you that muggles were scum and not as worthy as wizards. And while the DADA teacher had taught you how to defend yourself against the dark arts, by now, you learned how to use dark magic yourself.

Only today, Amycus Carrow wanted to force you to practice the Cruciatus curse with some first years. When you had refused to hex the little girl standing in front of you, Amycus Carrow wanted to cast the spell on you instead, but somehow you had managed to escape. Seamus had found you in one of the corridors and brought you here.

“´t was Neville´s idea.”, Seamus stated. “Think by now he knows everything there´s to know about the room.”

Neville had been the first one who had to disappear. He had found refuge in the room he had spent so much time in back when Harry had founded the DA. By now, he literally lived in here, rarely ever leaving the room. And one after one, people had to follow Neville into the underground, because they had done something the Carrows didn’t approve of. Sometimes it was enough to just disappear for a few days until they had forgotten what you had done, but some people, like Neville and Seamus, knew that they might not survive the consequences they would have to face if the Carrows would catch them. But sometimes they still snugged out to help other students or to sabotage the work of the Carrows or Snape. They were aware of the fact that they risked their lives any time they left the room, but that was a risk they were willing to take. Because they knew what they were fighting for. And so did you. You knew you would have been able to live a peaceful life at Hogwarts if you would have obeyed the regime since you were a pureblood, but you also knew that other people weren’t that lucky. Whenever you doubted that all of this was actually worth it, if it may not already be too late and you should just give up, you thought about Dean, one of your best friends, who was currently on the run since he was a muggleborn. So was also Hermione, who you had shared a dorm with for the last six years. You knew that if they would get caught they would be lucky if they would stay alive -even if you weren’t sure if what they would have to face then wouldn’t be worse than death. And whenever you thought about giving up, you thought about your friends, who were somewhere out there and you knew that what you did, was worth fighting for.

“Your bed´s over there.”

Seamus pointed at the empty bed to his right.

“How is it possible that there is exactly one left?”, you asked.

Your friend shrugged his shoulders.

“Whenever someone new appears, a new set appears ´s well. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff banners also only appeared when the first of ´em came here." He grinned. "The room works in mysterious ways, you know?”

You shook your head in disbelief and smiled.

“That´s great. I really feel as if the school wants to support us.”

You went over to your bed and sat down. Seamus followed you and let himself fall onto your bed as well, laying down and looking at the ceiling. You lay down as well, watching the boy from the corner of your eye.

Seamus and you had been friends since the first year. It hadn’t been love at the first sight though. When he had set his feather on fire in your first Charms class, you just couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t that you laughed at him, it was more that the entire situation had been very bizarre. Seamus had mistaken your laugh and thought you would be making fun of him, which had kind of offended him. But when a few weeks later in potions class he had blown up his potion, covering you in some violet slime and you laughed again, he quickly realized that you were just genuinely entertained by his ability to blow up everything he touched. And when you hadn’t held it against it that the slime had burned some holes into your uniform, your friendship was set. From that moment on, you spent much time together, annoying each other just as much as everyone around you. But while you seriously tried to help him brew a potion without making it explode just once, he may or may not had screwed up some charms on purpose, just to see you laugh about it. Not that he would ever admit he had done so. But you not only liked him for his extraordinary talent in pyrotechnics. Seamus Finnigan was probably one of the most lovable people you had ever met. He was always in a good mood and had a heart of gold, not speaking of his great sense of humour. Seamus was one of the people who got along with nearly everyone and everyone genuinely liked him, even though sometimes he was quite hot-headed. That had led to many arguments between the two of you over the years since neither of you was one to cave in easily. But you also both were able to admit if you had screwed up something, which was why, any time you had gotten into an argument, you had only grown closer afterwards.

Over the years though you had realized that you may had grown too close to the boy. Or at least your feelings had. You didn´t even remember the moment you started to have a crush on your best friend. But you for sure remembered the moment you had realized. In your fourth year, due to the Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts had hosted the Yule Ball. Seamus and you had agreed on being each other's date for that evening, not because you were interested in each other in a romantic way, but because you knew that no date could be as fun as each other’s company. And you had been right. Even though Seamus had been a terrible dancer -and also had shown absolutely no interest in changing that, you had had the most amazing night, dancing, talking and eating. And at one particularly slow song, when he had placed his hands on your waist and you yours around his neck, and you had finished laughing about how cheesy the entire situation was, he had somehow managed to -for the first time- not step on your toes once and when you had looked into his eyes and saw him smiling at you, you had felt an unknown warmth flushing your body. And first, you had tried to brush it off and blamed the entire atmosphere that evening, but for some reason after that night, the butterflies in your stomach returned every time you saw his dimples when he laughed, or he laid his arm around your shoulder.

Dean, who had been inseparable from Seamus since the first day, had noticed of course. When he had started to date Ginny, he had always tried to talk Seamus and you in “double dates”, which you had always refused to participate, you as well as Seamus always assuring Dean, that the two of you were just friends. Still, the four of you had always spent much time together. And sometimes when you had been sitting in the three broomsticks or on the couch in the common room, and Ginny and Dean had started all the cute talk and at some point snogging, you had caught yourself at the thought, Seamus and you could be just the same. Not just him flirting with you to mock Dean or laying his arm around your shoulder just because you were friends, but him assuring you that he loved you because he meant it and his arm not around your shoulder but around your waist or his hand holding yours to not only tell but show you how much he loved you.

But unfortunately, Seamus didn’t love you. At least not like this. And now that he laid beside you on your bed, he could have done the same with everyone else. He wouldn’t pull you close, wouldn’t whisper sweet nothings in your ear, he would just stay there, neither disappearing nor doing anything else but staying where he was.

After a few minutes of silence, you spoke up again.

“So what are you doing here all day when you are always stuck in this room?”

That´s when Seamus turned around, now facing you.

“That´s the best thing. We aren’t.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I thought you couldn’t get out most of the days.”

A proud grin appeared on the boy´s face.

“I said we couldn’t get into the school most days.” He sat up. “Time to show you the secret passage.”

“Do you think something happened? They should be back by now.”

You looked at Lavender Brown anxiously. The girl just shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

“I hate this just as much as you do, but all we can do for now is wait.”

By now, it had been more than half a year since you first entered the Room of Requirement. And you barely ever went back into the school, since it had only gotten worse. Over time, most of the Gryffindors, many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws and even some Slytherins (A/N: I know it´s different in the books but it´s my story so idc) had made this room their second home. Nearly every day someone new came here and people barely ever left. If someone went back to school it was mostly to help other students out, just like today. Neville had heard that the Carrows were torturing some first years down in the dungeons and he, Seamus and some Ravenclaws had sneaked out of the room to rescue them. You would have come as well, but since Lavender and you had been with Aberforth when the others heard the news, they were already gone when you had come back. Now all you could do was wait for them to return. What should have been half an hour ago. You didn’t even dare to think about what the Carrows would do if they would catch them.

A few weeks ago they had caught you, sneaking some supplies into the Room of Requirement. You didn’t know the curse they had used, but it had made small cuts appear all over your body. You had already lost much blood when the others had managed to get you to Aberforth who had luckily known what to do. Still, you had been in a dozy state for the next few days. All you could remember was that Seamus had stayed by your side the entire time, refusing to leave you alone, even at dinner or at night. He had held your hand assuring you, you would be fine again, blaming himself for not protecting you. You didn’t do so though. But as long as you knew him, it had been the first time, where he hadn’t had a quick-witted saying on his lips and the fire that had always been burning behind his eyes had been expired. It had hurt you to see him like this, but it had also given you hope that there might be more he was feeling for you after all. But if there was something, he didn’t show. You had spent several months literally living together, but nothing had happened between the two of you, except for the fact that your feelings for him had only grown stronger. You knew this wasn’t the right time to think about a possible romantic relationship. You fought for your life every day and there was a war going on and even if Seamus would feel for you the same way you felt for him, you didn’t know how much time the two of you would have left. On the other hand, wasn’t that another reason to confess to Seamus? If you could die every day, wouldn’t you want him to know? What if they had caught him today and you would never see him again? If they would kill him and you would never get a chance to tell him how much he actually meant to you?

“They are going to be just fine.”, Lavender´s voice made you snap back to reality.

You had buried your face in your hands, furiously trying to fight the images that appeared in your head. You smiled at her weakly, thankful that she was trying to cheer you up.

Just as you were about to answer, the door swung open.

“We need help over here. Quick!”, you heard Neville shouting.

You exchanged a frightened glance with Lavender before you jumped up and ran up to him.

Many people had already gathered around the returnees. You fought your way through the people.

That´s when you saw it. Neville and a Ravenclaw boy were carrying a third person. His face was disfigured beyond recognition, full of blood, just as well as his clothes. For a second you were wondering if the person was even breathing, but then a small whimper escaped their lips. And that´s when you realized who it was. It was Seamus.

As if you had been petrified, you watched Neville carrying him to his bed, carefully laying him down.

“We need to vet him.”, Neville said. His gaze fell on you. “(Y/n), what are you waiting for?”

You still didn´t move. Aberforth had shown you some tricks on how to help people who had been hurt and you had already doctored several people. But never Seamus. Never someone who meant that much to you. Someone you were scared to lose more than anyone else. And the way he looked made you doubt there was anything you could do to help him.

“(Y/n), quick!”

And that´s when your body started working on autopilot. You grabbed the tinctures and ointments you had stolen from the hospital wing -even though you were pretty sure that Madame Pomfrey hadn´t locked the medication away that day on purpose- and headed over to Seamus.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there, cleaning up his wounds, stitching him up, treating the scars with ointments and spells. All you knew was that in the end, you were sure Seamus would make it. He was still unconscious which was, in your opinion, not even that bad. At least he wouldn’t be in pain. You double-checked if you had done everything correctly before you sat down on the edge of his bed and looked down at the boy. He looked so peaceful the way he was laying there, unaware of the horror his friends had been through because of him in the last few hours.

Your gaze fell on your hands. While you had freed Seamus from all the blood, your hands were still red. Your vision went blurry and your hands started to shake as the realisation set in. You could have lost him today. Quickly, you grabbed a towel and tried to get rid of the blood on your hands, rubbing them furiously, until your skin wasn’t red because of the blood but because of the rough treatment.

“Are you okay?”, you heard a soft voice.

You looked up and looked into Neville´s worried eyes.

“He will make it.”

“That´s not what I asked you.”

“I´m fine.”

“Are you sure.”

“I said I´m fine, Neville!”, you snapped, your voice louder than you had intended.

A small groan escaped the lips of the boy lying in the bed and you regretted your tone immediately as you looked at Seamus worriedly, before turning around to Neville again.

“I´m sorry, I… It´s just…”

You felt an uncomfortable tingling in your arms and legs and somehow there was a ringing in your ear, that got louder and louder. You clenched your jaw to prevent your lips from shaking like your hands already did.

“Don’t worry (Y/n). It´s alright. I know how much he means to you.”

In every other situation you would have felt your cheeks redden now, but today all you could do was nodding.

“What happened?”, you asked, trying to distract yourself.

Neville grabbed a chair that was standing nearby and sat down.

“It was a trap. There was no one in the dungeons except for the Carrows and some of their followers. Crabbe and Goyle. All those people, you know?” In a low voice, he told you how they had been trying to fight their way out and how Seamus got hurt so bad. “If it wasn’t for him,”, Neville closed his report and looked at Seamus, “we wouldn’t have made it out of there. He saved us.”

You just nodded and a small smile appeared on your face. Seamus had saved the day once more. You just hoped that the price he had to pay for this wouldn’t be too high one day.

It was already night. The other students had already gone to bed, but you were still sitting on Seamus´ side. When you had been hurt, he hadn’t left you alone and neither would you. A few hours ago, Aberforth came here, looking for Seamus. He had praised your work, telling you he couldn’t have done it any better. Even though you highly doubted that it had still made you smile.

Seamus was still unconscious. In the subdued light of the remaining lamps, his bruises looked even worse. You had intertwined your fingers with his, making sure every minute that you could still feel his pulse and hear his breath. When you looked down at him, you couldn’t help but smile. When Seamus would wake up, he would probably pride himself on all the bruises he had now, making sure everyone would know how he had gotten them. But that was the least he deserved after everything he had done for all of you. Carefully, you brushed some strands of his messy sandy-coloured hair out of his face. If it wasn’t for the blood on his uniform, it wouldn’t look more messy than usual. His Gryffindor tie, which he was still wearing proudly, hang loosely around his neck and the upper button of his shirt remained open. If Professor McGonagall would see him like this, she would take some points from him immediately. But probably not nearly as many as she would give him for his bravery, even though she would probably call it sheer luck that he hadn’t been killed today. And she wouldn’t even be wrong with that. Once more, you realized, how close you had been to losing Seamus today.

“I´m so sorry.”, you whispered into the silence. “I´m so sorry that happened to you. All of this. You don’t deserve this. And I wasn’t there. I should have been. I could´ve helped you. If you… if you wouldn’t have made it today…” The words got stuck in your throat as you felt your eyes starting to sting. “I don’t know what I would do without you. It´s just… I don’t want to lose you. I can´t.” You felt the first tear rolling down your cheek. “I love you, Seamus, you know that? I love you. I think I always did. It just took me some time to realize. And even more time to admit. But I know I don’t want to spend one day of my life without you. Do you remember in our fifth year, when we fought about that you didn’t believe Harry, but I did? I didn’t speak to you for two weeks.” A sad smile appeared on your face. “That´s been the worst time of my life. Just not being able to be near you. And when you came up to apologize, I have been so pissed I brushed you off at first. But you know what? That wasn’t because I was mad at you. It was because I had been scared I might have lost you. And I didn’t want to feel that ever again. And I thought maybe it´s better if we wouldn’t be so close anymore, but that was stupid. That was so stupid. I want to be close to you. More than ever. And just because I´m scared to lose you I shouldn’t push you away from me. You know what´s funny? I kept doing this even when we were friends again. Because I don’t want to be just friends with you anymore. I want to be more. But I am so scared to tell you because I don’t want to lose what we have. But now that I have nearly actually lost you, I realized that I don’t care. I want you to know. And if you don’t want this it´s okay. But I need you to know. I love you, Seamus. I love you so much.”

Your voice broke and a small sob escaped your throat.

Suddenly, you felt your hand being squeezed tightly. You nearly jumped up in shock, as you looked up at Seamus. As far as you could see in the dim light, he still looked pale, but he grinned at you nevertheless.

“Merlin, you have scared me.”, you gasped.

Seamus chuckled but then he pulled a face in pain. You looked at him worriedly.

“How are you?”

“Only hurts when I breathe.” His voice sounded raspy. “But from what I just heard this was worth it.”

You felt your face flush.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”, you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“I thought you wanted me to know.”

“But not like this. This was so cheesy. And I know we are just friends and I didn’t mean to…”

“I love you too (Y/n).”, Seamus interrupted you.

You lifted your head and stared at him in disbelieve.

“What?”

“I love you too.”, the boy said with a wry smile.

You still stared at him, not sure what to do, since you hadn’t foreseen this.

“I think this is the part where you´re supposed to kiss me.”, Seamus said, the grin on his face only widened as he saw you blushing. He tried to sit up in his bed, but flinched in pain, sinking down into his pillow again.

And as you bent down and your lips softly brushed against his, all your worries and all the embarrassment was gone. The way his skin felt on yours just felt too right to leave any room for doubts.

When you pulled back, you smiled at him shyly, his eyes interlocked with yours. Your lips ghosted over the bruises on his skin you had just doctored a few hours ago and his rough hands were tangled in your hair.

“Stay tonight.”, Seamus asked you, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I will.”, you smiled. “As long as you want me to.”

And when you laid down next to him, his arm wasn’t around your shoulder but around your waist and he didn’t just lay there but pulled you closer to him. He placed his hand on your upper arm, drawing small circles on your bare skin, giving you chills.

“Maybe I should get tortured more often.”, Seamus joked and you rolled your eyes.

“I won´t heal you next time.”

“You won´t?”

“Well, maybe I might.”

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iwritesickfic · 1 year

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The first time Seamus has to take care of Theo in their relationship?

anon, how did you know i already had this unfinished fic in my drafts?!? lol, in all seriousness, this is actually a really formative point in their relationship. enjoy!

Theo is past the point of trying to actually function. To do things he knows he should - like take something for the fever he’s sure he has, or make himself something to eat or change his sweaty sheets or even make it back to bed. He’s too miserable. His head hurts too much. So he’s just lying on his uncomfortable couch, freezing and coughing and dizzy, focusing what remains of his energy on just trying to bear it all.

Time seems to have sort of slipped away. He’s just floating in and out, the edges of sleeping and waking blurred until he’s not sure which is which. That’s why when he hears the knock on the door, he’s fairly sure it’s just another strange remnant of a dream. Until he hears it again. And again.

Before he can work through all the options in his head, he finds himself getting up. Stumbling to the door. He shouldn’t open it. But he does. And it’s someone he absolutely would never have guessed. Seamus.

Seamus, the guy he has sex with a few times a week. Gorgeous, perfect Seamus who’s so fucking smart and funny and normal. He thinks he hears him say something, but between the haze in his head and the shock he can’t make it out.

“What?” He asks, and is a little surprised at how awful his voice sounds. A few days of coughing and near total congestion will do that, but he’s still somewhat embarrassed. He must look pretty awful too, come to think of it. Self consciously, he runs a hand through his hair, which feels disgustingly damp.

“I said, hey, are you ok?” Seamus repeats, which pretty much confirms Theo’s suspicions that he looks like hell.

“Yeah,” he lies. “What’re you doing here?” If this is some kind of impromptu dick appointment Theo will definitely have to decline, which makes his heart sink a little bit. Whenever he’s with Seamus he feels so, so good. Maybe Zeke told him to come find him - Zeke’s his manager, and Seamus’s best friend.

“Zeke mentioned you had the flu,” he starts, and Theo nods. That makes sense. “I wanted to come over to make sure you were ok,” he finishes, and Theo’s very confused. That, much like Seamus’s sudden appearance at his door, was the last thing Theo expected. He knows it’s the fever messing with his head but he feels a lump start to form in his throat. He’s not even quite sure why. Maybe it’s just the relief of having someone here to make this a little more bearable. Or maybe it’s the idea that Seamus - or anyone, frankly - actually cares about him. Or maybe it really is just the fever making a total mess of his emotions. Whatever it is though, he finds himself wrapping his arms around Seamus as tight as he can.

Seamus’s arms wrap around him in return, no hesitation. Then Theo lets out a little sob, and once it starts he can’t make it stop. Part of him is hit with the self awareness that this isn’t a very good look, but he’s just too miserable to care. Seamus is so warm and solid and steady and real. After that floating, dizzy feeling, he finally feels tethered to earth.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Seamus’s voice says, and Theo tries to take deep breaths, but he just ends up coughing into Seamus’s sweatshirt. His cough sounds ridiculous, but the more he tries to stop the worse it gets. When they finally pull apart, Seamus looks incredibly concerned, which makes Theo feel a little bad. His nose is running like crazy from all the crying, and he can’t seem to catch his breath properly. He sniffles uselessly and feels a hand on his forehead, on his cheek.

“Teddy, you are so sick,” he says, with such tenderness it makes Theo want to cry all over again. The use of the nickname tugs at him too. Teddy.

“I’m ok,” he says, even though he’s not really sure why he’s bothering to lie. In all honesty he’s getting sort of lightheaded just from standing up for this long.

“C’mon, you look like you’re gonna fall over.” Seamus steps into the apartment, door closing behind him, and carefully guides him back over to the couch, where Theo immediately realizes he’s still freezing. He fumbles with the blanket for an embarrassingly long amount of time before Seamus carefully wraps it around his shoulders. One of his hands rests between Theo’s shoulder blades. He’s talking, but Theo can’t really make out all the words, his head still swimming.

“Please don’t leave,” The words slip out before he has a chance to think them over. Seamus’s hand strokes his hair, fingertips tucking strands behind his ear.

“I’m not gonna leave.” Again, his voice is so tender it makes Theo’s heart jump. His hand rests on his forehead again, and Theo can’t help but lean into the touch. “Jesus, you’re really burning up,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

He walks down the hall and turns into the bedroom, and Theo hears him rummaging through the en suite. He’s back in what seems like an instant, and hands him two small pills, which he takes without complaint. He looks at Seamus. He’s so handsome. Has he always been this handsome? He’s never seen this side of him before. Usually things are so light. They rib each other, they whisper filthy things, they joke about work and the sounds they make when they’re having sex. There have been moments of true tenderness before - a few kisses that felt like something more, when he’d slept at Seamus’s tiny walk-up apartment and worn his t-shirt while they had coffee - but nothing like this. Never anything like this.

His thoughts are cut off when he breaks into another fit of coughing. His ribs are in agony, and his nose is running again. He sniffles, but it doesn’t do much. Seamus hands him a tissue, and he blows his nose. Again, it doesn’t do much of anything, but at least it gets the immediate problem under control.

“Sorry. Fucking gross,” he mumbles, and Seamus smiles. What an amazing smile.

“You’re not gross.” His hand is back in Theo’s hair. Now that he’s shifted positions, the blanket fallen off his shoulders, he’s shivering again. He wants to lean into Seamus. Into his warmth and steadiness, but he holds himself back. He’s been needy enough, he has to retain some composure. It takes just about all of his strength. “You’re cold?”

“Little bit,” he says, even as his teeth are chattering. He clenches his jaw. Then, Seamus is pulling off his sweatshirt. Handing it to him. He doesn’t hesitate to pull it on, reveling in the residual warmth. It feels huge on him.

“Better?” Theo nods, and almost melts when he feels a kiss on his temple. His hair keeps falling into his face, and Seamus keeps dutifully tucking it back behind his ears. Then, he starts to comb it with his fingers, gathering it up like he’s making a ponytail. “Do you mind?”

“No,” he manages to get out, and tries to focus on the feeling of Seamus’s gentle fingers tracing over his temples. The nape of his neck. Fingers that so expertly play the guitar, the piano - now their careful precision is being used on him. He’s almost disappointed when he finally ties back his hair.

“There you go.” His hand lingers on Theo’s upper back. They’re quiet for a moment, apart from Theo’s sniffling.

“You can leave, if you want to. I’ll be ok.” The reality of all this is finally hitting him. Seamus, who was supposed to be just a hookup, has now seen him so incredibly, stupidly vulnerable. Best to end it before any more damage is done.

“If you want me to.” What a frustrating answer.

“I don’t...want you to go, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay.” Seamus shifts his body, and for a moment Theo thinks he might actually be getting up to leave. The idea makes him more uncomfortable than he thought it would. But, he stays.

“Then it’s settled.” His hand leaves Theo’s back. “Why don’t you pick out a movie or something, and we can eat some soup. Sounds good?” It sounds amazing, but there’s still this nagging fear in his chest that things are going too far. That he’s showing too much of himself. That said, it takes so much effort to think that way. To say he’s not cold and he feels fine.

He nods, and Seamus gives him a little smile.

“Awesome. First, here,” he holds up a thermometer he must have found in the bathroom and Theo obediently opens his mouth and lets him slide it under his tongue. It feels like ice. “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” he says, and Theo closes his eyes, trying to breathe through his mouth while not dropping the thermometer. There are too many sounds, and he can’t distinguish them, so he just lets them fade into white noise until Seamus is plucking the thermometer from his mouth.

“Fuck,” Seamus says, almost under his breath, and Theo opens his eyes.

“Mm?” He hums, and Seamus puts the thermometer down. He’s sitting on the coffee table, so they’re eye to eye.

“It’s over 103. How long have you been sick?” He asks, that same concerned look on his face that he had at the door. His hand is cupping Theo’s neck.

“I dunno,” he says, and this time he’s being honest. His sense of time is totally warped.

“Like, you woke up this morning or-” He shakes his head weakly.

“Probably…more than four days,” he says, and clears his throat.

“Ok. Ok,” Seamus says, eyebrows furrowed. “Has anyone been by, or…?” Theo shakes his head. “So you’ve just been here sick like this? For four days?”

“Probably four,” he mumbles back, and Seamus nods. “I get sick a lot, so… It’s whatever. It’s fine.”

“Right.” He sighs and his thumb runs back and forth over the tender space behind Theo’s jaw and underneath his ear. “You can always call me,” he says gently and Theo shakes his head. “Why not?”

“I…” he trails off and closes his eyes, fixated almost totally on the feeling of Seamus’s warm palm. I wouldn’t ever choose to let you see me like this, he wants to say. Instead, he just says, “Well we’re not gonna be…doing anything, so.”

“I care about more than that.” Of course he does. Theo’s head is still spinning, and he leans forward so his forehead rests on Seamus’s shoulder. He’s too tired to care about the implications of this - he just wants, he needs, Seamus right now. He coughs his horrendous cough again and Seamus rubs his back. “I brought some tea in a thermos, do you want some?”

Theo reluctantly leans back into the couch cushions and nods. Seamus offers him a little smile and pulls the thermos - a well used stainless steel canister - out of his tote bag. He hands it to Theo and stands.

“I’m gonna heat up the soup I brought, ok?” Theo nods numbly, still in disbelief that this is happening. But Seamus just smiles, and kisses his hot forehead with his cool, cool lips. He knows things are never going back to the way they were before. And he only feels relief.

#my writing #sickfic #illness kink #oc seamus #oc theo #whump

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Of Blood and Oil - Chapter 8

Summary: The little stray cat had brought salvation to the robotic inhabitants of the Walled City in their darkest hour, now it was time for them to return the favour.

(Takes place after the events of Stray, so there will be spoilers!)

Start from the beginning here!

Also available to read on AO3!

Doc hadn’t always been a particularly patient robot, especially when it came to his work.

The little outsider had been returned by Clementine in the early hours of the morning like he had requested, accompanied by an incredibly nervous looking waste collector. The two of them had promptly handed over the sleeping feline over before Clementine demanded to be taken beyond the wall to visit Zbaltazar, with the worker meekly arguing that he had a job to do.

He was silenced with a well-aimed glare.

Before they left, Doc asked if either of them had seen Seamus.

His core clenched up when they shook their heads, but Clementine promised they would look for him, despite her friend’s(?) protesting. Doc quietly thanked them and took the little outsider into the apartment, lowering him on the white-draped table and arranging his medical utensils for what was probably the twentieth time.

The orange tabby didn’t seem to take notice of the tools that were meant for him, yawning and immediately curling up with his paws over his face to signal that he was to be disturbed no more. Doc couldn’t help but smile at the little gesture. Despite their language barrier, he had been learning to read the cat’s body language; a flick of the tail, the hypnotizing slow blink, that strange vibration that emanated from the throat. It was all so... fascinating. The way that two completely different species could communicate without words.

No doubt the little outsider had learned a few of their quirks too.

But this wasn’t the time to indulge in scientific curiosities.

He had stitches to remove.

Doc fiddled with the perfectly lined utensils again. He could do it by himself, between the vids and Grandma’s shared wisdom, he had a pretty ample idea on how to perform such a simple surgery. But the complications ran through his RAM like a movie reel, from the wound not closing to there being a potential infection and not to mention the little fellow probably wouldn’t be too happy with being poked and prodded at, and would probably try to run away.

He needed Seamus.

The boy had been spending more and more time away from him lately, coming up with reasons to go out and stay out. But none of them made much sense; Grandma claimed she never saw him, despite him saying he was helping her out with her new clothes business. Guardian was confused when Doc tried to talk him out training his son for guard duty, saying that Seamus had never approached him for such a task.

Jacob had been the only reliable witness, but the suggestion that Seamus was helping out at the bar was immediately shot down; he would only come in and get drunk, then leave with some sort of device, exclaiming that he had finally found his true calling.

To say Doc was worried was an incredibly severe understatement.

His transceiver barely got past one ring when he slammed his fist on the answer button.

“Clementine?!”

“We’ve got him,”she said, raising her voice against what sounded like a struggle in the background. “Damn idiot was trying to fight Zurks with his bare hands.”

“What?!” I-is he...?”

“Fine, just really drunk, we’re pulling up now, prepare yourself.”

The connection cut off, but not before a pair of headlights shone through the apartment. Doc’s hands shakily combed through his head-wires as Clementine opened the door and led a barely-able-to-walk Seamus into the living area. One light push was all it took to have him sprawled out face-down on the couch.

Doc could only stare as his son attempted to push himself up, shouting incomprehensible slurs at Clementine as she crossed her arms and shook her head.

“Found this next to him,” Clementine said, handing over a Defluxor. “It’s outta juice.”

“T... thank you,” was all Doc could manage to say. “If you hadn’t been there...”

He couldn’t even begin to dread what could have happened to his boy.

Clementine put a hand on his shoulder with a knowing look, gave it a silent pat, and let her hand slide off as she left him to it, demanding her still-dazed friend to get back to the truck as the door closed behind them with a soft click.

The cat was awake now, sniffing at the outstretched wiggling fingers that were sluggishly attempting to pet him.

“C-come ‘ere pretty kitty... you’re *hic!* so soff....”

When the inconvenienced tabby made no move to get any closer, he waved a dismissive hand.

“Ah , screw you...”

“Leave him alone, Seamus,” Doc intervened, holding up the powered-down Defluxor. “You mind telling me how you got your hands on this?”

Seamus took a moment to look at the gun, his digital pupils squinting and blinking lazily as if he were trying to find the meaning behind some complex art piece.

Finally, he said, “I don’t hafta explain myself to you, old man. You’re not *hic!* my real dad...”

Doc stared at him in disbelief.

“What on earth are you talking about? I built you with my bare hands!”

Seamus sneered. “Science e-experiment gone wrong, am I right?”

Doc flinched. “Seamus...!”

“Why did you build me? Huh?”

Doc’s screen lit up with multiple question marks as words couldn’t even begin to express how confused and hurt he was feeling right now. His son—his own child—was questioning his very existence; the invisible mark of failed parenting.

“I-I... because ...I love you, son.”

The scientist flinched when Seamus barked out a bitter laugh, slapping his knee as he finally managed to get himself upright.

“How can you *hic!* love something that doesn’t even exist?!”

Doc stiffened and clenched his fists as his son laughed at him. Laughed at all those years of raising, loving, sacrificing for him in whatever ways were necessary to try and give him as good a life as possible.

“You didn’t sacrifice anything,” Seamus suddenly said, an angry aura about him.

Doc blinked. Had he been thinking aloud? He did have a bad habit of doing that.

“Ya think?” Seamus said as he shakily got to his feet, holding out a defiant hand when Doc went to help him balance.

“Y-you only cared about your...your science s*** and getting to the f****** Outside. I was just...an additional thing in the way, an ‘add - on’ to your central theme of *hic!* other passions to revolve around.”

“But Seamus,” Doc tried, taking both of his son’s shoulders in an iron grip. “I tried to be better for you. I was so desperate to get to the Outside because I wanted to give you a chance at freedom!” He exclaimed, cupping Seamus’s face. “And look at us now! We succeeded!”

Seamus looked at him, his stare cold and unfeeling before his head dropped onto his father’s shoulder.

“You...you left me.”

Doc nodded, wrapping his arms around Seamus as his body started to tremble. “I was...so alone ...!”

“Shhh...I know, I know....” Doc whispered, easing his son back down onto the couch before his legs could buckle from under him. “And I’m sorry for doing that to you, it will never happen again. I will never leave your side, Seamus. I promise.”

When he received no answer, Doc eased his son away from his shoulder, only to discover multiple Z’s scattered all over his screen as he snored. With a weary sigh, the scientist gently laid his boy on the couch and grabbed a nearby blanket to drape over him and lightly tapped his screen against Seamus’s head in a gesture of a goodnight kiss.

Despite his protests of being too ‘grown - up’ for such a thing anymore, Doc still enjoyed sneaking one in every so often.

But now there was a bitter-sweetness to it. No matter how much Doc had tried to convince Seamus about how sorry he was for his prolonged absence, they would always loop back around to the subject in one way or another.

And so it continued.

Doc sighed and collapsed into a nearby chair, hastily rubbing his hands up and down his screen in a bid to stay awake on the off chance that Seamus would suddenly shoot up and go AWOL again; he couldn’t allow it, not when he had nearly lost him to the Zurks this time.

They would have a talk about it when the boy sobered up.

Doc blinked as something rubbed up against his shins, glancing down to see the little outsider looking up at him. The robot smiled wearily.

“Ah, apologies little one but I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a little longer for your procedure,” he said, adding, “You’ll probably be glad to know.”

He received a slow blink in response; a sign of understanding.

Without another word, the robot tapped his knee as a silent invitation, which was immediately accepted.

He took the tail-end of his white coat and draped it over the feline as a make-shift blanket as he had done for his son numerous times in the past—when he was smaller—resting one hand over the cat’s back while he used the other to prop up his own head, absent-mindedly tapping a finger against his screen as he watched Seamus sleep.

“What am I going to do with him...?”

“Mreh eh eh...?”

Doc smiled, giving the little one’s back a few soft pats.

“I’m sure you’ll have it all figured out, eh?”

At least one of them did.

xxx

Seamus vowed to never take another drop of alcohol ever again. Sure, he had made that promise dozens of times before but this time it was for real.

Groaning and putting a hand to his pounding head, he longed for the sweet embrace of death when a sudden pressure landed on his chest, nearly making him leap and swing at whatever was trying to make his wish come true.

Luckily, he missed as he opened his eyes to a familiar orange face.

It took a few minutes and several blinks for his blurred vision to clear up, but his audio receptors were working a little too well as they picked up the little outsider’s mews at a bombastic level.

“Oh God...” Seamus mumbled as his head fell back onto the arm of the couch. “ Please stop...”

“Mrrrr?”

Not seeming to get the message, Seamus was gifted with a barrage of headbutting and purring as the cat continued to mew and paw at his miserable-looking screen for attention.

“Okay, okay...” Seamus finally relented, lifting a lazy hand to offer a scratch behind the ear, which was accepted wholeheartedly.

“Ha...you sure are chipper this morning,” Seamus said with a small heart, his faculties semi-returning. “Sorry if I was an idiot last night, I didn’t say anything horrible or stupid to you, did I...?”

“Not to him, no,” a new voice interjected, nearly making Seamus jump (again) as Doc entered the room with a hot mug of oil. “And it’s the middle of the afternoon, by the way.”

“Right. Thanks,” Seamus took the cup with a forced but quick smile, the cat jumping down as he sat up, only now realising the blanket that slowly slid down to his legs.

He frowned. “You uh...didn’t have to do that.”

“No, I did,” Doc answered, not fully looking at him as he busied himself. “You are my son, after all.”

Seamus looked down. Last night was hazy, but he remembered being at Jacob’s bar, ordering round after round to numb himself for what he was about to put himself through. He had stolen his dad’s Defluxor a few days ago and had been using it to blast whatever Zurks who had decided to slink out from the sewers at night to hunt. It felt good. Like he was serving out justice to the many souls that had been hurt or killed. He fancied himself as an anti-hero of sorts— ‘Zurk Zapper – Bane of the Blood Suckers.’ He was so proud of that name after his fifth drink.

Then the Defluxor stopped working.

It was all a blur after that; there was a bit of punching, he fell over at one point and thought he was a goner until some mean bot dragged him into the back of a dumpster truck and sped off. Then he must have dozed off, and now here he was with his own father barely able to look him in the eye.

“Look, if I said something...” Seamus started.

Doc waved him off. “You just had a bit too much to drink, you didn’t mean it, I know the score.”

Seamus flinched at his father’s tone, at how cold and unfeeling it sounded.

“But what I don’t understand is...” Doc sighed and turned towards Seamus; his expression heartbroken with a depressing blue hue. “How you could be so reckless , risking your own life like that! And for what? To kill a few Zurks?” Lumbering over to sit next to Seamus, Doc wrung his hands together nervously. “Just...try and explain it to me because I really don’t get why you would put yourself in so much danger.”

Now it was Seamus’s turn to look away. “I-I dunno...to feel useful, I guess? Like I was doing something that really mattered?”

“Mattered?” Doc echoed.

“Right, like... Clementine’s the bad-a**, Zbaltazar’s the mindful one, Momo’s the glue that sticks the group together and you...have all those awesome scientific accomplishments. Not to mention that cat being the one to friggin’ open up the entire city!”

They both looked down to see said cat currently licking his private area.

“...Okay, that’s gross,” Seamus grimaced. “My point is...the name ‘Outsiders’ means something. And in a world as vast as this one... I... I want my name to mean something too, does that make any sense?”

Of course it didn’t. In reality he was just being selfish and a burden on other people. On Jacob, on his dad...even himself with these damn hangovers he had to keep enduring.

“Yes.”

Seamus looked up.

“Yes, it does make sense,” Doc clarified. “Why do you think I put myself in danger by venturing out of the Slums?”

“To...try and help free us all?”

Doc huffed a laugh. “That was part of the reason, but really, I only wanted...for you to be proud of me. To...admire me, I suppose.”

Seamus watched as his father hunched over, placing his arms on his knees and linking his hands together tightly, staring at the floor as his confession spilled out.

��When the opportunity arose, I took it without thinking of what might happen to me. This was my chance to get my Defluxor to work, to give us a fighting chance against the Zurks and to carve my name into the history books. I wanted you to look at me and think ‘wow, my dad did that!’”

Doc laughed again, but it came out more like a pitiful wheeze.

“I didn’t bet on getting stuck in that little house for so long, or what kind of mental damage my prolonged absence would inflict upon you.”

Seamus shuffled uncomfortably as Doc finally straightened up and faced him.

“I thought I was doing it for you, but really...I was doing it more for my own selfish purposes.”

Seamus couldn’t take it anymore; the heartfelt confession, the intensity of his father’s stare and the deafening silence of the room as it awaited an answer of any kind.

“...Like father, like son then I guess?” Seamus offered with an awkward smile and half-hearted shrug.

This time the laugh was genuine.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right!” Doc said with a hearty slap to the shoulder. “Though I’m not sure if a lack of self-worth is a particularly good trait to have.”

“Well, for whatever it’s worth ...heh...I’m proud to call you my papa.”

Seamus mirrored the heart that flickered onto Doc’s screen as they reached out and held each other for what seemed like an eternity.

“And you, my son, will forever be my proudest accomplishment. Your name means everything to me, and the others—we all care so much about you.”

Their tender moment was short and sweet as a furry bundle wedged itself between them, yowling and demanding their attention towards each other to be diverted to the little outsider, and so they obliged.

“Now, if you’re feeling up to it, Seamus,” Doc started as he gently scooped up the little orange cat into his arms. “It’s time to take these stitches out, and I’ll need your help.”

Seamus stuttered. “M-my help? Dad, I’m hungover as hell, I don’t think I can—”

“You can , my boy. I’ll need him still for the procedure and, unlike last time, he has grown in strength and I doubt he’ll enjoy what we’re about to do to him,” Doc said as he gave the unsuspecting tabby a light jostle. “I’ve seen the way you are with him; he trusts you. So, I’ll need you to hold him down for me, keep him calm, if you will.”

The younger bot rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about it. His head was still pounding and he didn’t fancy spending the next hour getting hissed and swiped at. But the little outsider was counting on him, and so was his father. He couldn’t—no, he wouldn’t —let them down.

Standing up and giving his screen a light slap, he nodded.

“I’m ready.”

xxx

The operation had been a short but incredibly intense experience.

Like Doc had said, the little outsider was not happy at being forced down onto the table by metal hands while his wound was poked and prodded at by sharp tools, and he made sure to let his displeasure be known with his lashing tail thumping against the table and the occasional hiss, though the claws had yet to come out.

It didn’t take long.

“C’mon, now...it’s okay...” Seamus tried to shush him with a little pat to the forehead. “You’re being so brave...!” He retracted his hand at the last second as the little outsider decided that was a touch too many and swiped at him, his little paw needles barely grazing his fingers.

It didn’t hurt but yowzer this little guy was quick.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing, Seamus,” Doc flashed him a reassuring smile. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Naaah,” Seamus waved a hand before returning it to the cat’s side. “He just hurt my feelings, that’s all.”

A pitiful growl was the only apology he was going to get.

“I know...I know...you didn’t mean it,” Seamus cooed, adjusting his hold so that the legs didn’t have quite so much freedom.

“I’m almost done here...” Doc mumbled as he adjusted his goggles and took a hold of the knot at the top of the stitch and gently pulled upward, sliding the scissors under and snipping the thread. With more words of reassurance to the little outsider, he carefully pulled the broken stitches away from the skin and put them to one side before checking the healed wound.

“No signs of infection...the wound seems to have closed up nicely, still a little red but with just a bit more time, I think he will make a full recovery!” Doc exclaimed with a fist-pump before he went to get the remaining gauze to wrap around the healing area one last time.

“What was that ?” Seamus asked, completely bewildered.

“What was what?”

“That...thing you just did—this,” Seamus freed a hand to copy the fist-pump. “I’ve never seen you do that before.”

“Oh, that...uh...” Doc did it again, albeit a bit more awkwardly this time. “It’s just what I do when I’m excited; whether it’s a scientific breakthrough or...performing surgery for the first time,” the scientist shrugged, suddenly looking a little sheepish. “It’s...silly, I know.”

“No, no, it’s cool,” Seamus reassured.

“Well, maybe you’ll be doing it yourself soon enough,” Doc smirked as he went into the lab and brought out two Defluxors. “Because you and I are goin’ huntin’.”

Seamus had to double-take as he finally let go of the little outsider, who scrambled away like there was no tomorrow.

“I’m sorry, what ?”

“I said—”

“No, I heard what you said but...why? Just an hour ago you were trying to convince me to not go after the Zurks.”

“Well...” Doc pondered. “The mass production of the Defluxor by Neo Corp is almost complete, so eventually everyone will have one of these babies,” he said, proudly lifting the gun over his head. “So, I figure we’ll show ‘em all how it’s done. Besides, I want revenge on those nasty little buggers too, for keeping me away from you for all those years.”

“Yeah, it’s totally not to keep an eye on me, right?” Seamus deadpanned.

“That too, but we can make it like a little father-son activity, huh? As long as one of us is sober.”

“No promises.”

“Ha! That’s the spirit, son!”

“What about him?” Seamus nodded to the corner that the little outsider had bundled himself into.

“Ah, well, he’s still healing so someone will still need to keep an eye on him, I’ll ring around. Grandma seems quite keen for company at the moment, or perhaps Momo can finally take a turn.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Seamus said as he squatted down in front of the feline, reaching out and rubbing his metal fingers together in a bid to ease him out.

“No, I suppose not,” Doc sat back on the couch as Seamus managed to pull out the begrudging feline and brought him over to join them, consoling him into settling down on his lap. The orange tabby submitted, but the usual display of affection was all but absent.

“Judging by those folded back ears, I’d say we have a lot of making up to do,” Doc observed, slowly holding his hand out, palm up, in a silent bid of an apology.

There was still a hint of distrust in those olive eyes as he edged his little pink nose over to sniff—probably making sure that Doc wasn’t holding anything sharp—before rubbing his cheek against his fingers; all was forgiven.

“That’s all it takes, huh?” Seamus muttered in amusement. “Just one sign of affection and he’s your best friend again.”

“Ah, you forget, my boy,” Doc said. “These creatures are brave and incredibly resilient. Organics have an inspiring way of moving beyond past traumas and living life to the fullest.”

“Huh, guess he’s kinda like us then,” Seamus hummed, joining Doc in scratching the little one’s other cheek.

“Yeah,” Doc agreed, draping an arm over his son’s shoulder and smiling. “Yeah, I suppose he is.”

As Seamus returned the gesture, both bots spent the rest of the afternoon pampering and acting on the whims and wishes of the little outsider to get back into his good books, all the while enjoying their precious time together. After all, there is no other relationship quite like that which can and should exist between a boy and his dad.

xxx

Chapter 9 --->

#stray #stray game #stray doc #stray seamus #fanfiction #my writing #it's sad dad time

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cafeleningrad · 1 year

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001 Harry Potter | 002 Throbb | 003 Bob Andrews

Hey thank you! Yove no idea how urgently I needed a study break. (＃°Д°) Send me fandoms.... characters... ships... ✉

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my: [Harry Potter, bookverse only]

Favorite character: Hard one but I think I'd go with Arthur Weasley

Least Favorite character: The Marauders. This is more an issue with Rowling's writing, setting them up as shining figures for Harry (except for quiet one-dimensional Wormtail) but then muddling with actions of straight up harrassement and bullying, allowing bullying to happen, later neglectful and selfish behavior. the narrative, even outside Harry's perspective, tries to characterize them as still shining figures, when I think so each individually did makes it so weird how highly every character around them speaks of them. Especially James but maybe he's your typical jock who gets away with harassment, even of his love interest, and the narrative doesn't adress that. *shrugs*

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Luna x Harry, Arthur x Molly, Hermoine x Victor Krum, Crookshanks x many treats, Hedwig x many treats

Character I find most attractive: Charlie Weasley (listen, I'm easy when it comes to redheads)

Character I would marry: Well, Charlie, I guess???

Character I would be best friends with: Padma Pateel

a random thought: Ok, but since when does run know that Malfoy owns a Hand of Glory? He brings it up in the Halfblood Prince, and I couldn't find any indication in the text that Draco actually bought it, let alone letting Ron know that he owns one?

An unpopular opinion: There's a lot of talk how the movies screwed up Ron although I feel up from Order of the Phoenix, Rowling gave Hermoine the emotional intelligence Ron actually had, lowering his intelligence, and basically didn't know how to involve him properly in the plot anymore. Don't get me wrong, I like Hermoine but I have the impression that the books were too influenced by the movie tweaks of making her more charismatic on top of being brilliant and hardworking. Not that becoming more socially competent shouldn't be a goal for her, social inaptness was her biggest flaw, yet that quality was stripped form Ron.

My Canon OTP: Hagrid x Madame Maxine, Bill x Fleur

My Non-canon OTP: Harry x Luna, Ginny x Neville

Most Badass Character: Neville Longbottom

Most Epic Villain: Bellatrix Lestrange

Pairing I am not a fan of: James and Lily, Harry and Ginny (never really got on what basis they actually felt romantic towards each other)

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): The existence of the Snape discourse speaks for itself.

Favourite Friendship: Harry and Hagrid, Hermoine and Ron, Seamus and Dean, the teachers among each other, especially when everyone unifies in their dislike of Lockhart

Character I most identify with: Pomona Sprout

Character I wish I could be: Minerva MacGonagal

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you: [Throbb, bookverse only]

When I started shipping them: Roughly after reading ASOS, at Catelyn clutching the flayed skin of Theon's finger.

My thoughts: It's all about the angst, the friendship that was so genuine, Robb's fatal decision as a king to put his trust in his only friend, the deep, deep regret, the underlying unhappiness of Theon muddling the water between them....

What makes me happy about them: Robb and Theon both actually had no friends in their age. For Theon feeling so isolated, who actually never had a warm home or someone to comfort him except for Dagmer, there was Robb. Someone with whom Theon would actually like to talk about the Iron Islands and personal stories, and one of the few people with whom Robb could be himself.

What makes me sad about them: "Where was I? I should have been with him? I should have died with him."

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: The white washing of Robb's personality. Whereas Theon can be a wreck, Robb is always the eternal, spotless sunshine as in every bland wishfullfillment story. Basically Robb is there to fix Theon.

Things I look for in fanfic: Angst! Robb with a fleshed out personality!

My wishlist: Just for the angst: Theon meets Rickon when he's grown up and Theon is shaken to the bone how similar Rickon looks to Robb. Or worse: If Theon was to marry Sansa, the fact of them looking similiar to wach other leads to unsettling projections on her.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Robb was to marry Alys Karstark who by personality probably would've been good to contrast with Robb's domineering streak and moody moments. The match made in hell, serving Theon's MILF interest in the worst way, Theon and Cersei lives rent free in the back of my mind. No actually, Theon marrying Sansa could've been a likely outcome to secure peace the North and the Iron Islands. (Although, for my dear girl's sake, I hope Theon gains some empathy for women before they ever get married.)

My happily ever after for them: Robb had never sent Theon away, the Red Wedding couldn't have been orchestrated. Even after the Iron Born raid the Northern shore (as it is implied at Theon's arrival, Balon already readied vessels, no matter if Theon lived or not), Theon and Asha can secretly create a treaty overruling Balon's decreet and gain the Iron fleet for the support of the North. Even though Robb and Theon each are to marry a woman, they'd come together as often as they can.

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you: [Bob Andrews]

How I feel about this character: He's so funny. Before he was the sheepish, barely noticed archivist of the trio, and at some point he collected girlfriends like Ü-eggs and charms every girl they need to talk to for investigations. Like all the three ???, I like him.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: None really, although the episodes with the evil psychiatrist give me strong Mrs. Robinson associations.

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: His father. They seem to be on really great terms by the way the way Bob wants to follow him into his journalism career, and is constantly supported by his father during research.

My unpopular opinion about this character: He has a lot of unnoticed qualities which may not be prominently noticed yet flesh out the trio's dynamic quiet nicely. If it wasn't for the amazing dynamic between the voice actors, on paper Bob would've had remained incredibly unnoticable from all the three. It's a fun idea of Fröhlich's to turn him into the one with common sense whereas both Justus and Peter tend to have some sleeping criminal energy in them. (Justus is ready to do a lot of things "for science", Peter has no concept of neither property law nor unpicked locks.) He also adds a lot of human element when talking to clients which Justus and Peter both tend to neglect.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: In one episode his VW beetle gets badly damaged. I demand confirmation of an old timer loving mechanic fixing up the poor thing!

Favorite friendship for this character: Morton, Justus, and Peter, obviously

My crossover ship: none

#Lewis's ask box management

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rvlio · 1 year

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well aren't you just... crafty. — to Ron, said with the slightest hint of sarcasm 😌

excitement clouds his initial perception of the girl’s words as ron runs up to her, elation showing itself in a bright grin. it’s not as though the sarcasm shining through is particularly subtle, but the boy is more concerned with shaking the splintered pieces of what was formerly his hand me down wand in his friend’s face, showing off where he’s used at least three rolls of spell - o - tape to force the pieces of wood together.

once he’s finally managed to catch on to the fact that hermione isn’t exactly keen on sharing in his excitement ( perhaps owed to the fact that he’d all but HUNTED her down in the library and disturbed her studying ) and that there are at least ten students staring daggers at him for making so much noise, he pulls out the seat across from her. the legs of the chair squeal against the wood before he's sinking into its seat, nose scrunched in displeasure.

“ oh, haha. very funny. i suppose you've got a better idea for how i can get this stupid wand working again then ? before i lose ten more house points for blowing smoke in snape's face whilst brewing my girding potion. ” both seamus and dean had found it all rather funny, especially when ron's face had practically turned the ruddy color of his hair, but he knows the rest of his fellow gryffindors won't find it in them to forgive him twice. as if to prove his point, he gives his wand a purposeful swish. it hisses in protest, briefly sparking at the tip before fizzling out. it's an improvement from its performance yesterday, but hermione still seems far from impressed.

honestly ! always with her nose buried in a book. and a LOCKHART book, no less, he notes as he squints at the cover. “ travels with trolls. haven’t you read that one at least three times already ? ”

#･ﾟ * ϟ 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 ; writing.#answered.#bccksmarts #thanks for sending <3 #i'm still on the second book of my reread so #as soon as i read that ask i knew what the reply would be abt

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purgetrooperfox · 2 years

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listen an important tidbit is that Jonesie and Doc are old robots in lesbians and I'm soft for them so here's a drabble that I might extend someday. welcome to hell (my new fixation)

Turning to face the sun, Jonesie marvels at what must be considerable warmth beating down from above. The nearest comparison he has is the feeling of his CPU overheating. Only time will tell how they hold up in this new climate – there was only brisk cold underground. It suited most of them just fine, although it did make Jonesie's hinges stick and some others seemed to naturally run colder, needing to seek refuge under blankets and sweaters and jackets.

Clem used to say that if they evolved to survive in the slums, they could evolve to live anywhere. She was always an optimist.

He misses her.

A smattering of 'bots have made their way to the surface, but Clem hasn't arrived yet. It strikes Jonesie as concerning, even though he wouldn't know where to start a search for her. He hasn't seen her since she left in search of a route to Midtown. If anyone deserves to see the Outside, it's her. She was always the best and brightest of them.

Maybe Doc had the book smarts and Zbaltazar was more spiritually in-tune, but Clem knew people. She could rally a crowd and inspire the masses like no one else. She made skeptics believe in a better future. She dragged both Jonesie and Momo, complaining all the while, into her crazed plan to open the sky.

Or not so crazed, after all.

Their sky was an oppressive thing. Suffocating, in retrospect. The true sky is endless, vast and impossibly blue and broken only by stark white clouds. At night, the stars are too numerous to pick out more than a few patterns, nothing like the series of rings he used to stare at during the night cycle.

Warbling wistfully, he turns his attention back to Seamus. To see the kid practically bursting with newfound energy is more than enough to justify the treacherous journey up from their home. It's clearer every day that their old life was stifling him. The apartment was full of reminders of Doc's disappearance, his hobbies dead-ended, he fell out of touch with his friends…

Jonesie used to think it was a fool's errand to seek the Outside. He worried that their society would be lost. That he lose everyone he loved. That the risks far outweighed any possible benefits.

He watches a third bird perch comfortably on Seamus' head and the heart that lights up his screen, and he knows he was wrong.

"I can see the gears turning in your head," Doc says. Jonesie turns to see him watching him instead of any of the other innumerable wonders around them.

"No you can't," he retorts. "Besides, you're the one with all the exposed wiring." Gently flicking some of said wiring gets him a chirped protest as Doc smacks his hand away.

"It's a metaphor."

To resist grinning stupidly is an impossible task. "Oh, I see." Of course he knew, but Doc looks so thoroughly scandalized at the idea that he didn't. Jonesie discreetly screencaps the sight and stores it away in his memories.

"I meant it looks like you're thinking hard," Doc explains slowly. "I'd hate to see you hurt yourself doing so."

His sense of humor has made a slow recovery from his time in isolation. Lucky for him, it's more endearing than anything. "Just reminiscing. I wasn't sure about all this, but I'm glad Seamus convinced me to join you two when you left the town."

The noise that erupts from Doc's speaker can only be described as distorted static and his face drops dramatically. His disappointment is abrupt and bottomless. "We wouldn't have left without you, so we didn't have much choice but to convince you," he harumphs, turning his screen away and picking at a blade of grass that got stuck in his knee. "I'm glad Seamus managed it."

"It was both of you," Jonesie admits. He's sure his screen is flushed crimson.

Doc peeks back up at him and smiles. "Well, good. We're family, and family has to stick together."

#slice of life #just a lil drabble bc I'm soft #post-game #stray #leocs #companion oc #jonesie #omg.....#docsie #ehehe #old men and their sonboy no one touch me #leo.writes #it's late so i can post this it's fine

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niconeekokneecaps · 2 years

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Prompt: “I’m not that little girl you left there to die anymore.”

Fandom: Harry Potter

Alt. Change/s: Fem!Harry, heavy Dumbledore Bashing, Weasley Twins intelligence is acknowledged, Dumbledore lives, but not for long

Type: Oneshot (Maybe)

Words: 1413 words

Warnings: Canon-typical Violence, Canon Deaths

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“…He really raised me to die, huh?” A seventeen year old Amaryllis Potter said, hands curling around the edge of the pensive after watching Severus Snape’s memories. “Maybe they did have the right idea.”

She clenched her stolen wand and left the office, almost jumping down the staircase in her haste to reach the three who had potentially known about Dumbledore’s ‘Greater Good’ for years.

Amaryllis tore through corridor after corridor, dodging stray spells from both Light and Dark alike. She ran, looking for the sight of fiery red hair or the brown she’d become so used to seeing everyday.

She saw a body fly into the wall beside but ignored it in favour of finding at least one of the three she wanted. She saw Charlie Weasley and Seamus Finnigan fighting side by side as flames licked the ground around them. Flames that were caused by Charlie, she presumed, seeing at the flames didn’t seem to have an effect on him whatsoever. She saw a classmate fighting side by side with Padma Patil. She saw a flash of green light hit an Order Of The Phoenix member on the chest and the body dropping to the ground.

She ignored everything and everyone until she reached the Great Hall, eyes flicking around the room in search of a pair of twins or one of her best friends. Her eyes landed on an area of the room where there seemed to be a duel.

It was a duel indeed. A duel between George Weasley and Antonin Dolohov.

If she remembered correctly, Dolohov had been the one to kill Fabian and Gideon Prewett sixteen years ago and now had been the cause of the explosion that had killed Fred Weasley. It dawned on her, that George was fighting this Death Eater to the death, and he wasn’t afraid of how he was seen or what spells were used.

She shifted through the small crowd that had gathered and looked at George properly. His face was determined, a mysterious glint shining in his narrowed eyes, his mouth set in a thin line as he (both verbally and non verbally) was relentlessly casting spell after spell.

A bright flash of green shocked the small crowd (made up of both Light and Dark) as it hit the Death Eater square in the chest. George lowered his wand and let himself scan the surrounding area. His eyes landed on her, his breathing still heavy from the duel.

He jumped down from the table and swept over, quickly pulling her away.

“I got the revenge I wanted and I don’t want you getting hurt more than necessary.” George practically growled as the pair launched into a run.

“You knew? About Dumbledore? Right?” Amaryllis let out as she cast a knockback jinx on a nearby Death Eater.

“Had my suspicions.” George muttered as he blasted another Death Eater. “Don’t tell me you’re going to do what Dumbledore wants now.”

“I have no choice but to end this war.” Amaryllis stated. She just barely noticed George’s look at her before their names were called.

“GEORGE! AMARYLLIS!” Hermione yelled, back to back with Ron, a broken cup held tightly in her left hand as she glanced over at the pair.

They managed to take down the Death Eaters together in quick succession. The quartet gathered on the staircase.

“I’m going to Voldemort. I’m ending this war. And I’m sorry. For the lives ended today and countless days before. For Fred, for Remus, for Tonks, for Ted, for Sirius, for Cedric, for Mum, for Dad, for everyone. But now, I’m ending it all. Be happy for me, alright?” Amaryllis said quickly, letting a tear slide down her cheek before her sight was overtaken by bushy brown hair.

“I’ll go with you.” Hermione said defiantly.

“No. This is something I do alone. I don’t want you dying for me too. Not any of you. Molly and Arthur can’t lose any more children because of me.” Amaryllis stated, pulling back from Hermione as Ron hit her full force into an incredibly tight hug.

“Thank you… for being my best friend and for letting me stick around…” Ron said, pulling himself away long enough to look his best friend of seven years in the eye.

“Same to you… same to you.” Amaryllis replied, at this point unable to stop her tears from sliding down her face.

Hermione and Ron stepped back and allowed George to step forward and pull Amaryllis into one of the tightest hugs she’d ever been given. Amaryllis noticed that by the time George had pulled away slightly, Ron and Hermione seemed to be gone. Her vision was once again overtaken by ginger hair as George pressed his forehead against hers.

“I wish it wasn’t like this and I wish I’d told you sooner…” George mumbled, keeping his arms around her, still incredibly alert.

“About Dumbledore?”

“Yes and no. What I’ve been wanting to tell you for four years is that…” George paused, as of finding the right words. “…that I’ve loved you for four years, Amaryllis. I’ve loved you from the sidelines and didn’t want to burden you with the stress of a boyfriend or whatever with all of your adventures.”

Amaryllis quietly looked at George, in slight shock. How he had hidden this for so long, she would never know. She would never get the chance to know. And then it hit Amaryllis that she had felt the same for two years… but she had pushed it aside due to Voldemort and not wanting to make George a target.

George quietly closed his eyes and as gently as possible, Amaryllis pressed her lips gently to his. He opened his eyes slightly before pulling her into a proper and deep kiss, one hand rested on the back of her neck, the other on her back.

“Tell everyone I’m sorry. Make sure Voldemort gets slaughtered, would you? And… I love you more than anything, but make sure you move on from me, alright? I want you to be happy.”

“I think I can make that happen. And I love you just as much, if not more. And I’ll try to be happy.”

They pulled apart and suddenly, Ron and Hermione had rejoined them. She brought the other three in for one final hug and began her way down the broken stone steps.

She was met by Dumbledore and many people she knew waiting by the edge of the courtyard. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ron, Hermione and George coming out to the courtyard the same way she did.

“Amaryllis!” Neville called out, the Sorting Hat in his hand. “Come on!”

“No.” Amaryllis stated. “I’m going to Voldemort…”

“WHAT?!” Many yells came from many different people.

“I have no choice if I want to end this war. But, Neville?” She said, turning to him.

“…Yes?”

“Take down Voldemort’s snake and then Voldemort himself, yeah?”

“O-okay. But how am I supposed to do that?!”

“You’re the other child of the prophecy. You should ask Dumbledore, but I doubt he’d give you a straight answer that actually helps. If you’re confused about what I mean, ask George or Hermione. I think Hermione knows and I’m certain George does.”

She turned away so her closest friends and her found family didn’t see the tear slide down her face, a mix of sadness and anger washing over her as she began to trudge to the Forbidden Forest. But then she paused and turned around.

“I’m not that little girl you left there to die anymore, Dumbledore.” She stated, heading into the forest, reaching for the Golden Snitch Dumbledore had given her before the Horcrux Hunt had begun.

***

And in just under ten minutes later, Amaryllis Potter stood across from Voldemort as he raised his wand.

“Avada Kedarva!” Voldemort shouted, the blinding green flash hitting Amaryllis in the chest.

***

With a gasp, Amaryllis opened her eyes to see herself laying in one of the hospital wing beds. She quickly looked around the room, sitting up as she did so, to see Hermione asleep and Ron with a cast around his leg, looking the same way they did after saving Sirius.

For now, that’s the end…

…Or is it?

(Would you like to see more of my AU? heavily inspired by a fic I read on AO3)

#harry potter #george weasley #ron weasley #hermione granger #deathly hallows #au #female harry #time travel #hint hint for another potential part

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castle-dominion · 3 months

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c6x10 audio commentary liveblog

les mis

lol typecasting drinking

XD gave me a heart attack

THEY GOT QUADRUPLETS

"she might have had more screen time than nathan"

with all the shootouts & fire THIS took the most planning?

"when nathan handed the baby to seamus it would start crying as if it read the script"

Julian my beloved "julian come on now don't look at them"

"skill set" crying, smiling, sleeping, stop crying when you pick it up...

Terlesky chose to film this on the lift, good for him

This group of people

NF: Seamus, I notice this every episode: your eyes POP

"howling at a moon" & I never wanted to correct him

"I made the database"

& the cobra's CRYING!

Ah two boys two girls

For a guy who's not a dad irl he's really a good dad on screen

they LEGIT HAD THE BABY CRY WHEN THEY HANDED THEM TO DEVER

NF: Ooh quads! Babies: we are not off-road vehicles

SD: Jon Huertas needs 20 minutes then he takes a nap NF: then he needs to get changed

baby POV XD

Good toss & coat dodge

TAMALA JONES

JT: it would be hilarious to say this technical jargon in a baby voice

Usually he can CATCH the perps when he's chasing them

They run by & seamus is in there oblivious

Despondent, good word

the high five was the baby's idea apparently

Apparently a lot of the stuff with fillion in the obs room is ad libbed.

He couldn't put in a good word BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT YOU ROPED BACK INTO THE LIFE EITHER

I love it when they get caught watching

Kristen Ariza, friend of Dever, did a play together which katic saw

straight laced gates cooing over the baby

A different side of everybody <3 thank you terri miller

Richmond & Andrea, the tech ones. Thank you for your service.

Three men & mustang

Boxes within boxes

In a situation where I don't have to go home hungry

Mum: I love Dever's laugh

Ah yes the relationship <3 I love these two. all the writers went "aww"

XD the us post service stole the prop mailbox XD XD XD

I NOTICED IT TOO, THEY WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT NOTHING IN THE BACKGROUND

JT: we'll put a pingpong table there one day I'd love to have a pingpong table there just for a time

still day one! SD: I don't change clothes nearly as much!

"that's the crying one"

there WAS a doll, $1 500 fake baby that you keep dropping, Nathan

Wanna have a baby?

Two grumpy babies, two happy babies, one was grumpier than them all

"bpice of ice cream's going up, by the time you're old enough to eat it you won't be able to afford it"

Ooh that ball is in the writer room huh

JT & his fun bits, glad this guy is here JT: & I'm glad all those years of WB cartoon watching paid off

AC: How long have I been gone? Love SS & MQ

This is the face of your future

I love watching this with my mom

WHEN THEY HIT PING PONG BALLS TOO HARD THEY LIGHT ON FIRE?

OH. RELIEVING YOURSELF. I SEE.

acme wine preservation kit

diaper connoisseur

oh no i hate the lottery riff

baby needs an education & this was edver & huertas

Lol the lottery ball machines didn't even work

Yeah how do they come in that order?

triple six fix

The guests are always so great

Come in, cry your eyes out, thanks you were great

Commercial!

Five down a hallway, sounding like a herd of elephants.

Yeah the background is so hard, where were you from this exact moment? nf: seamus write a song sd: ~background artists~ nf: not now

"We took the baby up in the helicopter that night" "but only for 20 minutes"

I started by touching... I touched everyone in this scene

lmao the newsie store "we turned him into a little white boy!"

scripted parenthetical

Jim, that's the one who got slammed by dever a billion times

#castle 6x10

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darkwaterstrilogy · 1 year

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Chapter Five

“Well, that went fantastically well, don’t you think?” Eamon asked, with a sarcastic tone clear as day. They had just made it back to their car after being unceremoniously evicted from the McCoubrie’s home.

Eoin was in a foul mood. Things had not gone to plan at all! He had so many other things he had wanted to say to Ashling. They all got lost in his head the very second he was confronted with talking to the girl he had been dreaming about meeting for years. And then, he touched her. The second his magic touched hers, he felt their bond finally snapping into place.

He had been attempting to follow the formally weak pulling of the connection for years to try to find her. Now, though, it was solid. He could feel it pulsing in his chest, pulling him back toward her. “Yeah, well, I didn’t see you jumping in to help me out at all!”

“I am not her anamchara, my friend. You are! It is your responsibility to tell her the truth. I am simply here for moral support,” Eamon countered, standing by the passenger door with his arms leaning on the roof of the car.

Eoin groaned out a tired “for fuck’s sake.” He was right, of course. His responsibility was to introduce Ashling into their world, answer her questions, and be her guide and protector, especially with the way their world was turning. “I don’t know how everything went so sideways. What do I do now?”

“I don’t know, brother, but you best figure something out.” Eamon straightened, a somber look once again clouding his features. “If she doesn’t call with questions of her own by tomorrow, you are going to have to reach out to her yourself. And this time, you will have to get her to believe you. If you don’t, not only will your father be on our asses, but Maire will as well. I don’t know about you, but that woman terrifies me!”

Shuddering at the thought, Eamon got into the car. Eoin remained a moment longer, turning to look back across the street to the McCoubrie’s home. He would have to get Ashling to listen long enough to get everything out into the open and explain everything. He had no idea how he was going to do that, but it would have to be soon. They were running out of time.

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After the whole debacle that happened downstairs, Ashling had thrown herself onto her bed and had not moved from beneath the covers. While just that morning, she had been doing the same thing seeking warmth, this time, she was seeking comfort.

Her mind was a jumbled mess flitting back and forth from “how dare he” to “but what if he was telling the truth” and back again. It felt ridiculous that she was even considering that Eoin was truthful at all. Druids? Really?

Druids did not exist. Historically, there was a group called the druids back before the Romans came to Britain and then died out from persecution with the introduction of Christianity to the region. They were not magical beings! They were tribe elders, wise men or women, healers, teachers, and religious leaders.

Frustrated, Ashling turned over again, aggressively adjusting her pillow until she was happy with it. Despite what her history schooling told her, she had felt the spark when Eoin touched her hand. It wasn’t just a static spark like you get if you run your feet across the carpet too many times and then touch someone (a favorite prank Seamus used to play). Instead, it was a deep jolt of energy. It almost felt like something in her was connecting to something in him, and she had no idea how to explain it and even less of an idea of what it meant.

She was pulled from her storm cloud of conflicting feelings when a knock sounded on her bedroom door. Before she could ask who was there, it opened, and a jumble of red curls and flailing limbs practically fell into the room. Of course, it was Seamus.

“Hi,” was all he said as he came to sit next to her balled-up form.

“Hi,” she muttered back.

“How’re you feeling?”

Sighing, she decided to ignore that question altogether and ask one of her own instead. “Where are Dec and Cian?”

“Cian is in the kitchen stress baking. Brownies, I believe. Dec has gone out for a run to blow off some steam.” Cian had a habit of baking when he was anxious or upset about something. When he had been fired from his last job, they had almost drowned in scones and muffins for weeks. She had known that bringing up their parents would be difficult for all of them, but she didn’t think it would upset him this badly.

She was struck with a sudden jolt of regret. Why had she told them anything about the stranger coming into her work? She knew how ludicrous his claim to know anything about her family more than likely was. But she had held a tiny flicker of hope that maybe they would be able to learn something about their parents’ shadowy past. Tears pricked at her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Seamus. This is all my fault.” She sniffed, trying rather unsuccessfully to blink back the tears that were threatening.

“Ash, this was not your fault,” her brother turned more fully to face her the best he could, placing his hand on her shoulder. “You didn’t know this would be the outcome. You thought they might genuinely know something, so of course, you told us. We would have been more upset if you hadn’t.” He cleared his throat before continuing. “Talking about Mum and Dad is always a little difficult. It is just worse this time because someone decided that our grief would make for a good laugh. I mean, druids? Really? What a load of shit!”

“You don’t believe them at all, then?” Ashling blinked a few times and took a shaky breath. She wasn’t sure if she should even broach the topic of what she had felt with her brother, but with Seamus only being a year older than her, they had always been close. Maybe he would understand where she was coming from.

“Of course not,” Seamus scoffed, his face scrunching up with irritation before smoothing out into a more unreadable expression. He looked more directly toward his sister. “You don’t, do you?”

“Well, no. But…”

“But…” he prompted.

“I felt something when that guy, Eoin, took my hand,” Ashling began slowly.

“Felt something like his sweaty palms?” Ash laughed softly at that. Her brother liked to make jokes to lighten the mood during serious conversations that made him uncomfortable.

“No, like a shock. Or jolt might be a better word. Like something in me waking up.”

“Something in you?” Seamus looked concerned now. “Don’t tell me you are buying into this magic stuff?”

“No! No! I mean, I don’t think so.” She trailed off towards the end of her sentence, feeling silly now for even bringing it up.+

“Ash, we already have one airhead in the family who is currently trying to drown us all in brownies. We don’t need another one.” Ashling was shocked by her brother’s words. What a mean thing to say, not just about her but about Cian as well.

“Seamus, how can you say that?” Suddenly angry, she sat up and glared at her brother, who had risen from his seat, and walked back towards her door.

“It’s the truth, Ash,” he bit out, his anger apparent. “The whole business about magic is a bunch of garbage. The sooner you get that idea out of your head, the better off we will all be. That Eoin guy is gone, along with his friend, and if we are lucky, we will never see him again.” With those words, he turned on his heel and strode out, closing the door with a hard slam.

Her anger left her suddenly, leaving her exhausted, tears threatening to fall once again. She knew her brother was right. Of course, he was right. But then why did the thought of never seeing Eoin again bother her so much? She felt so torn, her emotions raging against one another, question after question tumbling through her mind. She needed answers as desperately as she needed to breathe. It was apparent her brothers were not going to help her find those answers.

A course of action took form in her mind. It was insane; she knew it was, but what other choice did she have? Raising from her bed, she quietly opened her door and tip-toed down the hallway towards the last room before the stairs leading to the main floor, creeping past Seamus' lit-up bedroom.

Silently opening the door to not alert Seamus of what she was doing, she crept inside. An ornate desk was pushed underneath a large window facing the backyard. Declan was always obsessively neat, so it wasn’t difficult for her to quickly locate the little square of cardstock in his top desk drawer. He would be so livid if he knew what she was doing.

After making sure everything was exactly as her brother had left it, she turned and left the room, closing the door as silently as she had opened it. She made her way back to her room, again giving Seamus’ door a wide berth. Once she had safely closed her door and was home free, she sat on her bed looking down at the card, the little black letters stark against the white background. She picked up her phone and dialed the number. She was going to get her answers.

#magic #druids #prophecy #celtic #soulmates #ancient religions

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potter-imagines · 4 years

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Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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Humor me (George Weasley x fem!reader)

Summary: Reader can't stand George Weasley but over time she realizes he might be a good addition to her life.

Warnings: crying, angst, let me know if I missed any.

Word count: 5.5k (this is my longest fic so far!)

A/n: I still don't know how to feel about this. A part of me likes it and a part of me feels it could be better. This is my first enemies to lovers and it was very very fun.

———

“Thanks (y/n)! I can always count on you, you’re a lifesaver.” Shouts Neville as he runs down the hall and towards his next class. (Y/n) had helped him put healing salve and a bandage on his cut hand.

“Anytime!” She smiles as she watches him stumble away. She pulls out her book and sits back down on the windowsill.

“Humour me.” Says a foreign voice.

She looks up frowning. “I’m sorry?” She asks politely.

“When was the last time you did something for yourself?” Asks the red-haired boy.

“What are you talking about? I’m doing that right now.” She points to her book: Charms for first years

“That’s weird because I could’ve sworn you were in my charms class and not in first year.” He argues, shoving his hand in his pockets and clicking his tongue.

“Well I’m helping out a first-year next period but I enjoy doing that so I am doing something for myself.” She explains, slightly irritated.

“You can’t be serious?” He waits but she offers no response. She only lifts her nose at him. “That is not taking time for yourself. That’s preparing to help someone else.”

Her nostrils flare as she abruptly snaps her books shut. She shoves it into her bag before swinging it over her shoulder. She steps towards George. She suddenly realizes how tall he is. She gulps before placing a hand on her hip and pointing a finger at him.

“Listen here, helping other people is a very noble thing and if I wish to spend my free time doing that, I should not have to explain myself.”

“Ah, so you admit that you spend your free time helping other people rather than doing something for yourself?”

George smirks at her and she wants to slap it off his stupid pretty face.

“Wha-? No.” She huffs. “I don’t know why I’m arguing this with someone I hardly know but what I mean to say is that yes, it’s demanding and tedious but it’s also rewarding and the most gratifying thing I could ever do, so I believe I am doing something for myself. You just don’t get it because you spend all your time playing stupid pranks on everyone.” She snaps before pulling the strap of her bag further onto her shoulder and walking away. Normally she would feel bad for saying something like that to someone but for some reason she felt George could take it.

“So when will I see you again?” George shouts down the hall.

“I have to go!” She shouts back.

“I’ll see you in class then. Or maybe in the halls again.” He continues.

“Goodbye!” She turns the corner and speeds as far away from George as possible, steam practically fuming from her ears.

———

“Hey (y/n) could I just copy your homework before class? I didn’t have time to do it what with quidditch practice and all.” Asks Angelina.

(Y/n) nods and pulls out her answers, stands and walks to her seat, passing them to her. As (y/n) walks back she sees George slide into the spot next to hers. She grunts before stomping to her seat.

“ ‘Morning.” He sings, kicking his feet on the desk. She rolls her eyes and pushes his feet off, offering no other greeting. Now this is saying something, (y/n) always greets everybody. He laughs a little before turning to his bag and pulling out his textbook.

“Ark, couldn’t you go sit somewhere else?” She asks with a look of disgust.

George shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, I could, but I’d like to think we’d make a good team and I’d like to test that theory.” He waves a pointed index as if to emphasize his point.

She shudders at the thought of having to work with him. It’s very likely they will, it often happens in potions class. (Y/n) is at the top of the class and she doubts Snape would have any objection to George working with her since she could easily bring up his grade. She sighs as Snape walks in and starts the lecture portion of the class.

“You will have the remaining hour to make your hiccoughing solution. Work with the person next to you.” With a wave of his arms everyone starts opening their textbook and discussing the potion.

To her surprise, George is really good at potions. Logically it makes sense because him and Fred are always creating new things but she never really thought it transferable to school. She watches, a little stunned as George quickly and skillfully goes through the steps of the potion. For the first time since she can last remember, she sits back instead of running the group. George occasionally asks her to cut something or extract oil from a root. She doesn’t argue, it’s sort of nice being told what to do rather than making all the decisions. She doesn’t tell him and refuses to think more of it because that’s not her proper role. She’s the leader, she’s the helper. Maybe this once she’ll let it slide, give herself a break.

Once the bell rings they gather their books and George finally speaks of other things than the potion.

“Relaxing isn’t it?” She tilts her head in confusion. “Not having to take care of others for once.” He continues.

Oh no he didn’t. He just ruined it. He took her small guilty moment of peace and crushed it. “You hardly let me do anything! What was I supposed to do? Fight you?”

George shrugs. “You could’ve.” He winks at her and she lets out an angry moan.

“Ark!” She turns on her heels and walks out of the class without another word.

“Same time next week?” She hears him shout but she’s already in the hallway and simply ignores him.

———

“You know you could give that to a house-elf and they could take care of that for you.” Says George as he leans into the door frame and watches (y/n) clean the chalkboard in the defence against the dark arts classroom.

“Well I don’t need to be taken care of, I’m perfectly capable of doing things on my own thank you very much” she spits back at him.

George and her are acquaintances at best. It’s been a month since they’ve first spoken to each other. Since then he seems to always be around her. Sitting next to her in class, offering to help her with her books in the hall. She’s never asked for him to be there or to share his opinion. Yet he’s there and very verbal about his thoughts.

He steps into the class and sits in the front row. He bounces his leg under the desk and leans back into the chair. He looks nervous but she can tell he’s trying to cover it up.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, curiosity getting the best of her.

“Waiting for Umbridge.” He points up the stairs at the closed door of her office. “I got detention.” He adds.

“What did you do?” She stops cleaning the board and sets the cleaning potion on the desk next to George.

“Gave a ton tongue toffee to Filch. His tongue was four feet long when Umbridge found him.” He chuckles to himself, remembering Umbridge’s reaction.

For the first time ever, (y/n) laughs in front of George. She tries to hold it in but it slips past her. George first looks surprised but soon he’s laughing with her.

“Glad to see someone is standing up to them.” She shakes her head. “Umbridge really is a horrible person. I can't believe all the mean things she’s doing to the students.” Her face is sad. George can see how much she cares for the other students.

“Well, would you look at that? We actually agree on something.” He crosses his arms and smirks at her. “Does this mean we're friends?” He asks.

She barks out a loud laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Weasley.” She grabs her bag and walks out without another word. She can feel George’s gaze following her until she steps into the hall and out of sight. She wonders why her cheeks feel so hot suddenly.

———

(Y/n) is tutoring Seamus Finnigan in the library. They’re whispering over a book when George spots them. He smiles and beelines for their table.

“Mind if I sit here.” He asks, holding onto the chair in front of them. They both look up at him. Seamus smiles and reaches out his hand for a fist bump. (Y/n) rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out.

“Yeah mate, it’s no problem.” Says Seamus.

“No, you may not. It is very much a problem.” She hisses. Seamus looks at her, shocked by the bitterness in her voice.

“Blimey (y/n), I’ve never heard you so angry before.” He stuns.

She laughs nervously. He’s right, she normally doesn’t talk to people like that. The only exception to the rule is George. She grits her teeth and pastes a smile before looking at George.

“Of course you can sit here George. Any friend of Seamus is a friend of mine.” She somehow manages to sound sweet and somewhat sincere. George raises his eyebrows in surprise. He quickly recollects himself and takes a seat before she changes her mind.

“So, going back to charms. Can you tell me the definition of the substantive charm?” She asks Seamus.

“How long have you been doing this?” George interrupts.

Seamus grabs (y/n)’s arm and reads her watch. He whistles dramatically. “Crickey, it’s been an hour and fifteen minutes. I think we should call it a day.” He grabs his book and bag and gets up. “Thanks again (y/n). See you next week.” And with that, he was off.

(Y/n)’s jaw clenches as she looks from the now empty chair to George.

“Why?” She groans. “Why would you do that?”

“This is great. He got his help and you get a break. What do you say we go down to the dungeon and pull a prank on Malfoy?” He beams at her, pleased with his idea.

She gets the sudden urge to scream. Who does he think he is? Coming into her life and ruining everything. It is quite likely that Seamus won't do as well on the quiz as if he had stayed for the extra fifteen minutes she had planned and now she has to go deal with Hermione who wanted to rant about Ron. Something which she had very much been putting off. She takes a long, deep breath before looking at George again. The urge to scream has faded with the breath but the look on his face makes her see red.

“Could you please, please, find someone else to annoy. I don’t have time for this and you’re really starting to test my patients.” She pleads.

George’s face drops, evidently displeased by her response. He stands from his chair and puts his bag strap over his shoulder.

“Alright, I’ll leave.” He surrenders. There is a pause like he’s debating between leaving or adding another word. To (y/n)’s dissatisfaction, he continues to speak. “Anytime you need someone who doesn’t need help tutoring or homework to copy or healing salve, you know where to find me.”

She laughs loudly making everyone turn to look at her. “Pff yeah okay.” She dismisses, and with that George is turning away and walking out of the library.

She hates the sad feeling that settles in her chest. It’s like it’s telling her she wants him to stay. She rolls her eyes and swears to herself, gathering her things and heading to Hermione’s aid.

No matter how hard she tries not to, she spends the rest of the day thinking about George. His stupid face keeps popping into her head. What does he know? She likes when people ask for help. She is happy being the person people can turn to. She can’t understand what George thinks is wrong with that. Maybe he’s just a horrible person. It’s much easier to tell herself than to think there could be something wrong with her.

———

A week later (y/n) is knocking on Susan Bones’ door and stepping in before hearing a welcome.

“Merlin! I can’t stand him!” She shouts once in her best friend’s dorm room. Susan looks up from her book with her brows knitted.

“Who?” She asks while shutting her book and sitting up.

“George!” She states looking at Susan like she should have known. She shows no sign of further understanding (y/n)’s dilemma.

“Why?” She asks hesitantly. (Y/n) stomps to Susan’s bed and plops onto it.

“First he’s everywhere meddling into my life like it’s his business and now, radio silence.” She adds nothing more, leaving Susan even more confused.

“And that’s a problem because…”

(Y/n) sits up and flails her arms in the air. “Well, why did he make me question myself like that and then just vanish?” She exclaims exasperated.

Susan gapes, further confused. “But, didn’t you ask him to leave you alone?”

“Ark! That’s not the point!” She gets up and stomps out of the room. Susan blinks and looks around the room stunned even though there is no one to share the confusion with.

A moment later (y/n) is back into the room. “What on earth did he mean by if ever you want someone who doesn’t need help, you know where to find me?” She puts her hands on her hips and waits for her friend’s answer. Susan’s eyes light up and she smiles slightly. Now it’s (y/n)’s turn to look confused.

“He said that?” Asks Susan with a hopeful tone.

“Wha- I- Well yes he did but-.” She stops. Susan has left her stunned, she’s too confused to debate.

Susan’s smile grows wider. “Have you heard about Dombledors army?” She asks.

(Y/n) scrunches her nose. “No. What does that have to do with this?”

“Well I think you should come to our next meeting.” Her smile is mischievous, (y/n) hates it.

———-

The next day Susan takes (y/n) to the seventh floor. She stops in the middle of the hall and passes back and forth in front of a stone wall. Soon a door appears in front of them and (y/n) smiles, amazed by the castle's secrets.

Susan is the first to walk in waving at a few people near the door. Once (y/n) follows through the room goes silent. Harry finally walks up to them, hand stretched out.

“Welcome to the army.” He says confidently. She looks to Susan who gives her an encouraging nod. She finally accepts Harry’s hand with a small yet nervous smile.

As she looks around the room she feels a pair of eyes on her. She turns to find George looking at her with a neutral face. She lets out a little screech and turns back to Susan.

“You didn’t tell me he was going to be here!” (Y/n) whispers with a panicked tone.

“Well if I did you wouldn’t have come.” She states simply before walking off to talk with one of the other girls.

“Alright everyone. I think we’ll get started.” Announces Harry. Everyone goes quiet and they quickly form a half-circle around him. She sees a tall man settle next to her in her peripheral. She can just make out a flash of red hair. Her heart starts beating at an unruly pace.

“Today’s focus is on stunning. Nigel and I are going to do a demonstration so watch closely.” Everyone moves to the sides of the room whispering excitedly.

(Y/n) claps her hand over her mouth as she watches Harry fly backwards after being stunned by Nigel. She lets out a relieved sigh when Harry sits back up.

“I’d like to see you do that.” Whispers George into her ear. She jumps a little as his hot breath on her neck sends a shiver down her spine.

She turns to look at him. She has no snarky answer. She just gapes at him in surprise.

“I’d like to see you stand up for yourself for once.” He adds. She huffs in shock.

“I-“ She starts but Harry cuts her off. “Who wants to go next?” He asks.

“(Y/n) and I will go.” Announces George. She freezes as everyone eyes them curiously.

“Maybe someone else would like to go before us.” She tries.

“Nonsense, go on (y/n).” Says Harry enthusiastically. “No one here will judge you.” He adds thinking that’s her concern.

It’s not that she didn’t want to defend herself, it’s just she felt sort of bad stunning someone. She wasn’t sure she had it in her to do it. She walks to one end of the room and George to the other. He stretches out his arm, wand at the ready. She looks at Susan with a pleading look. Susan gives her an impatient nod and (y/n) reluctantly lifts her wand.

Neither of them moves, the room is completely silent. Soon there are whispers in the crowd. George is looking at (y/n) with a challenging eye. She gulps, trying to convince herself to stun him. She thinks that maybe if she does nothing he’ll grow impatient and stun her. That way she wouldn’t have to do it and he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of getting what he really wants.

“Right, any second now. Go ahead.” Says Harry slowly.

Nothing happens. George slumps out of his stans and raises his arms in the air. “Oh c’mon (y/n) stun me!” He exclaims.

She looks at the crowd as they all stare back at her. She suddenly feels weak in the knees. She begins to sweat nervously and looks at Susan. She looks a little concerned, maybe thinking this wasn’t as good an idea as she first thought. She still gives her a weak encouraging smile and a little thumbs up. (Y/n) looks back at George who has his arms stretched out taunting her.

“Oh for once in your life be mean!” He shouts. The words echo in the room.

“I can be plenty mean!” She disputes. “Last week, I ate Susan’s cookie.” She adds, puffing her chest.

George tries to hold back his smile. She hears a couple giggles in the crowd.

“That is not mean.” His tone is adoring and she hates it.

“It was her favourite brand.” She adds trying to make it sound more horrific. She’s the only one in the room with a serious face. Everyone else is smiling enjoying the tense exchange between the two.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “If it’s anything, it’s cute.” He says with a wink. There it is. There’s the final straw. She can feel her blood boil. Everyone holds their breath as they watch her face contort into an angry pout. George smiles wide thinking the pout is possibly the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

She lets out an angry grunt. “It is not cute! You wanna see cute? Watch this.” She flicks her wand and shouts: “Stupify!” The spell sends George across the room. Everyone exclaims as he hits the ground with a thud.

“Excellent! Really good (y/n)!” Exclaims Harry.

Across the room George is whooping. He runs over to her with arms wide open. His smile is contagious, she can’t stop hers from pulling at her cheeks. Laughs spill from her lips as he wraps her tightly into his arms. Fred helps George throw her over their shoulders. Everyone gathers around them and cheers. (Y/n) feels her cheeks go hot suddenly, very aware of George’s hand on her thigh keeping her in place. She looks at everyone’s happy smiles and she can't help but join in. She hates to admit it but George might have been right. Standing up for yourself can feel good.

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It’s a Wednesday evening. Most people were already back in their common rooms. (Y/n) was walking back from the library, having finished another tutoring session with Zacharias Smith. The halls are practically deserted when she suddenly hears quiet sobs further away. She speeds her pace and turns the corner finally spotting a little boy crying quietly while holding his hand. Two older boys are kneeling next to him. Her breath hitches when she spots him. George hasn’t talked to her since their duel. She would sometimes catch his eye across the classroom or in the dining hall but this is the first time she’s run into him. George is rubbing circles on the boy's upper back as he whispers sweet comforting phrases to the crying boy. As she steps closer she recognizes the boy to be Michael. She has helped him countless times after he has gotten detention from Umbridge.

Looking at George now she questions how she once called him a horrible person. She sighs accepting she might have been too quick to judge. She steps between the Weasleys and kneels down at Micheal’s feet so they're at eye level. She looks through her big bag before pulling out some gauze and a small glass jar of healing salve. Micheal gives her his hand, remembering the drill. She quietly applies the salve and wraps his hand. She listens to George explain to Micheal how soon the pain will subside. She notices he never stops rubbing circles on the boy's back. There’s something reassuring about the movement and she’s not even the one receiving it.

Micheal takes a deep breath, recollecting himself. He looks between George and (y/n) before smiling mischievously.

“Thanks mom, dad.” He tips his head to each before getting up and walking to his dorm. George’s hand stays frozen in the air even if there’s no longer a back to rub. (Y/n) stops screwing the lid to her salve as she looks at the now empty seat. They both jump when Fred starts howling with laughter. His laughs echo down the hall as he doubles over himself, holding his aching stomach. He wipes at his eyes and sighs loudly.

“Good one kid.” He shouts though Michael is much too far to hear it. “Ah! That’s golden.” He adds before he walks off in the same direction as Micheal did before.

George and (y/n) remain frozen. (Y/n)’s face is pale and George's cheeks are tomato red. (Y/n) is the first to move, she finishes screwing on the lid and shoving it into her bag. She’s in a hurry to get out of this very awkward situation. She shoots a look at George who moved from the floor and onto the bench. He’s leaning back onto the wall with his arms crossed. He smirks when she meets his eyes.

“We would have some cute kids.” His tone is teasing but there’s still something soft and affectionate in the statement.

“Oh honestly George, get a grip.” She rolls her eyes and walks away quickly. It takes all her willpower to hold in her smile until her back is turned to George. He’s not wrong she thinks to herself.

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She knocks lightly on the dorm room door. She can hear George’s loud laugh on the other side. She hopes he won’t be mad at her for interrupting the fun. Lee opens the door and the smile on his face is quickly replaced by a look of surprise.

“(Y/n)?” He stuns. The laughter in the room stops abruptly. She hears shuffling and soon George is peaking his head over Lee’s shoulder.

Lee quickly moves out of the way and George looks at her with a concerned look.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” He asks looking around to make sure there is no one else listening.

“I’m sorry to bother you, I know you were having fun there.” She feels pretty stupid now that she’s actually standing in front of him. George shakes his head vigorously to tell her it’s no problem.

“I just-“ she runs a hand through her hair. “I sort of need someone who doesn’t need help with tutoring or homework or healing salve.” The offer is months old. They haven’t even talked in weeks. She never thought she’d actually take him up on it but she didn’t know who else to turn to.

His shoulders drop and a natural smile spreads across his face. “Well then I’m your guy.” He closes the door behind him and guides her down the stairs and into the common room. It’s late, most students are in bed. George asks the few left if they could give them some privacy and they all retreat to their rooms.

“What’s up?” He asks, shoving his hands into his pockets.

She sighs and walks over to the big red couch. She sits down and buries her head into her hands. “I- I’m so tired George.” Her voice is laced with despair. “There’s just so much to do and I’m trying, I really am but I just don't know if I have it in me.”

George sits next to her, so close that their knees touch. “What are all the things you need to do?” He asks softly.

“I have to run the potions club and make that banner for the Ancient Runes Club. I have to tutor Hannah and Seamus and Zacharias and so many other people. I have to make sure Lavender is okay and that Luna found her socks. I have to listen to Hermione and Ginny talk about their boy problems and then give them advice. I have to write back to my parents and help them with their problems. I have to help McGonagall with the rat problem because no one else wants to. Madame Pomfrey said I could intern with her but that means I have to spend ten hours a week in the hospital wing. I told professor Sprout I’d help her extract pus from Bubotuber. I promised Colin I would look out for Dennis and I haven't even seen him in weeks.” It all spills out. For the first time ever she is totally transparent about her problems. “And then I have to worry about my own studies and try and keep my grades up and there’s the stress of Dumbledore’s army, what if we get caught?” She’s panting by the end suddenly feeling much lighter.

“Well maybe you could say no to a couple people. I’m sure the Ancient Runes Club can wait for a sign, Mcgonagall can take care of the rats on her own. You can say no you know.” He places a hand on her thigh and looks deep into her eyes.

“But- I can’t George! I can't say no. Those people are counting on me. What if the clubs fall apart or Seamus’ grades drop or Luna never finds her socks.” Her face is panicked.

“Let me help you.” He says it so softly. She feels a dry lump in her throat. Her jaw suddenly hurts and she feels tears well up in her eyes.

“I don’t want your help George!” She jumps off the couch and onto her feet. George’s hand slips off her thigh and onto the couch. It looks limp and sad without her leg to hold it. “I don’t need you, I was doing perfectly fine before you came around and I’ll be fine without you moving forward.” There’s a pause. “ I didn’t come here for you to save the day.” There it is. She doesn’t want to appear weak. She thinks asking for help makes her weak.

George stands up, towering over her. “Fine. If that’s how you feel then I’ll leave. I will go for good and you won’t have to worry about me meddling in your life anymore. I just want you to know that I’m offering to help because I can see how hard this is for you and I think you deserve more than what you’ve granted yourself.” George steps forward closing the gap. “I think you deserve to be taken care of for a change.” They’re inches away from each other. His face suddenly turns soft as he looks into her tear-filled eyes.

There’s a silent pause. She looks into George’s eyes and she sees the honesty, the care, the love. George is there for her when no one else is. He’s right, she is having a hard time and he’s the one offering the help. No one else. All the other people she has sworn would help her, be there for her, aren’t there. But how could they have known? She never tells them how hard it is, always caring for others. She never asks for their help. It’s not that those people don’t care. She just never opens up to them. She never permits them to be anything else than people she could help. All she ever did was give and give. She never believed she should do anything else. George is the first person who wants her to take, not give. It finally clicks. Everything that George has been trying to make her see is crystal clear now.

A tear spills from down her cheek and she feels her knees go weak. She cups her hand over her mouth trying to hold in a sob. She takes a step back shaking her head in denial. George’s face remains soft but there’s concern in his eyes.

“Hey.” He tilts his head, maintaining eye contact as she tries to look away. “It’s okay.” He pulls her towards his chest and she welcomes it. She falls into his arms as more tears fall down her cheeks. “Let it out.” He says.

With that permission (y/n) cries. She cries like never before. Loud sobs slip from her lips as her body shakes in George’s arms. She cries about all the sad secrets people have confided in her. She cries for all the days she sacrificed for others. She cries for all the “I love that you never say no”. She cries for all the grades she sacrificed to keep others high. She lets out years of pent-up tears, of hurt.

He rubs small circles on her upper back and remains quiet. She was right, there relay is something reassuring about those little circles. She cries for an hour and George never moves, never speaks, never stops her.

Finally, she sniffles her last tear and steps out of George’s arms. He reluctantly lets her go but takes her hand in his. She pulls it away to wipe at her eyes.

“Thank you.” Her voice is so delicate she would be embarrassed if it weren’t George in front of her. She laughs suddenly and George looks shocked. She soon starts crying of laughter and George gapes unsure of what to do.

“Are you okay?” He asks confused.

“I just, I hate you.” She laughs again. George looks stunned. He takes a step away from her and opens his mouth to say something but she cuts him off.

“Or so I thought. You have bugged me every day for months yet there’s no one I want here more than you.” George takes a tentative step forward. The words seem to give him confidence. “As crazy as it sounds I’ve had some of the best times talking with you because I actually said what I wanted to say. You can handle me better than anyone else. You challenge me in a way that I absolutely hate but I know why you’re doing it. You’re helping me learn to take care of myself and that’s hard because it’s something I’ve never done before.” She stops for a moment. The look in her eyes changes. First, there’s shock as she realizes. Then there’s a soft and happy glow. “I think I’m falling in love with you George.” She gasps. It’s almost a whisper. She barely wants to admit it.

“Come here.” Is all he says. She doesn’t move. Her brows knit themselves as she searches his face for an explanation. She takes a deep breath. The step towards him feels like a trust fall. He gently pulls her closer by the waist. He presses his forehead to hers. (Y/n) pushes her nose to his, bringing their lips closer to one another. He repeats the movement.

They tease each other a couple more times before George whispers “Can I kiss you?” She nods slowly and whispers a yes. He tips his head so their lips connect. His soft lips send sparks down her spine. George wraps an arm up to her back and pulls her closer quickly deepening the kiss. She wraps her arms around his next and soon her hands tangle into his fiery red hair. It feels like rain after a dry summer, like the cold side of her pillow, like the warm fire after coming in from the cold, it feels like heaven. Nothing has ever felt more right than their lips pressed together and for once, she’s giving in to what she wants.

When George pulls away she finds herself chasing his lips. She pouts a little missing the kiss. George runs a hand over her hair and looks at her adoringly.

“I’m falling for you too (y/n)”

#george weasley #george x reader #george weasley x reader #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x y/n #george imagine

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Those Bloody Girls

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Beauxbaton!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: “I couldn't sleep soooo

Neville absolutely worshiping his beauxbaton gf but his friends think he's full of shit when he tries to tell them about how fucking gorgeous and fantastic she is. And everytime he tries to introduce her to his friends something goes wrong and his friends end up looking at him like he's crazy cuz he's introducing absolutely nothing but air. And separately she has been accidentally meeting all his friends one on one, helping Ron pick up his books in the hall, cleaning off some soot from Seamus face because he looked rather silly, encouraging harry before one of his quidditch matches/Triwizard trials etc and all the while they have no idea that's Nevilles wonderful gf and they all develop a crush on her never telling each other anything so when they finally meet her it's hilarious 😂

-🦡”

Summary: The request says it all

Warnings: None!

A/N: This was such a fun idea. I loved writing this all hail 🦡 anon.

If there was anything Beauxbaton girl's were known for, it was their beautiful looks. They were graceful and diligent, each one graced with the face of an angel, and Neville just so happened to have the prettiest one. They had met during the summer by a complete chain of accidents resulting in one of the greatest blessings he could've ever asked for. Neville was lucky and he knew it, never letting anyone forget.

"Oh bullshit! You're saying she's got a cute face, nice waist, and she can bake? Ha! I'll believe it when I see it, Nev." Ron snorted, Seamus nodding along with him.

"Yeah you expect us to just believe a girl from Beauxbaton of all places chose you? No offense Nev but Beauxbaton girl's have standards and none of us Hogwarts boys meet em." Seamus said, shrugging as he continued to throw rolled up bits of paper in Dean's hair (who still hadn't noticed.). Neville rolled his eyes in irritation, looking to Harry and Dean as well but for once, they were on the same page as the other two.

"Sorry Nev. It's just, a Beauxbaton girl? And from the way you describe it, the most beautiful one in her year if not school?" Harry said, giving him a sympathetic look.

"Yeah mate. You've gotta understand where we're coming from." Dean chimed, turning his attention back to the assignment in his lap. Neville groaned, glaring at his friends.

"You guys act like I haven't tried to introduce you to her! Every time I try to you guys go and get yourselves into something stupid or I end up busy. Let's all agree that Friday you will meet her, no matter what." the boys all nodded in agreement, not really thinking much of it. After all, there was no girlfriend but if it'd ease his mind, they'd show up.

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Ron swore angrily, rolling his eyes in frustration. It was just his luck that he'd drop all his quills and the massive scroll of paper rolling away with his bits of sanity. Normally he'd just collect them and go on with it, not really worrying about time but for once in his god damn life he had made an effort to study for the exam he had next hour and if he was late? All that bloody time would be wasted! However, his worries began to fade as a small manicured (s/c) hand began to gather his quills. His eyes widened as he looked at the girl, mouth gaping.

She had (h/l) (h/c) hair that was an even more vibrant (h/c) in the afternoon sun. Beautiful plush (s/c) thighs (that he'd like to see more from under that little skirt), and not to mention the most beautiful set of (e/c) eyes he had ever seen. But when she smiled? Oh when she smiled, he was hooked. The little emblem on her shirt confirmed his suspicion. Beauxbaton. However what he did miss was the words that were currently leaving her mouth.

"I'm sorry...what?" he asked, causing a giggle to erupt from the girl's mouth. She smiled, handing him the quills that he had dropped.

"I said it's a shame that this happened to you! I hope you aren't too late. I have a free period so I'll carry these to your class for you!" she offered, silence falling over them as he continued to stare at her in awe. His face flushed as she cleared her throat, looking at him expectantly.

"O-oh! Right, yes, thank you. That'd be helpful." He offered her a small smile as he began to walk. The entire time of the walk there, she helped him by quizzing him on the subject and by the time he got there, he felt like he remembered everything!

Everything but asking for her name. He felt like an idiot but for once, it wasn't because of school.

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Seamus sat at the cauldron, focusing on the ingredients list. His partner had decided from every other time in potions, that he wasn't allowed to touch anything. They had a perfect grade and didn't want it to be ruined from the likes of him. However, he was growing restless. It couldn't be too hard...right? Wrong, so wrong.

He dropped in a few spider legs, stirring counterclockwise like the book had instructed. However, as it turned an angry red and bubbles began to form, he knew that he had screwed up big time. He tried backing away but it was too late, the potion had erupted in a large explosion, black soot coating his face and hair. Everyone in the class turned to look at him, some laughing while some were utterly annoyed. This was such a common thing that it was a miracle when he didn’t blow something up. He flashed Snape a bright smile, ignoring the way the vein on the man’s forehead twitched and juttered in annoyance.

“Class dismissed.” he seethed out. Before he could issue a punishment, Seamus ran off down the hallway ignoring the harsh yells of the potion’s master. He continued to run and run until he accidentally bumped into a group of girls sending him straight to the floor. His face turned rouge with embarrassment as they laughed at his scuffed appearance but a divine voice broke through the laughter.

“Leave him alone guys! You all go ahead, I’ll catch up with you later.” she said, pushing her friends to go ahead in the other direction. Seamus looked up, admiring how beautiful they were but especially the (h/c) haired one in the middle of them all. She was a walking sculpture, a painting straight from the louvre. She was..

“Hot.” he blattered out, not even realizing his words. His eyes widened as he stood up clearing his throat. Luckily for him she hadn’t heard him, causing him to look up to the ceiling and give a quick thank to Merlin himself. She looked back at him, frowning slightly as she observed the soot on his freckled face. Her eyes lit up as she reached into the small purse on her shoulder, pulling out a silk fabric.

“Can’t have you going around looking all silly! Come here.” she said, motioning for him to lean down. He did so instantaneously, cheeks turning even more red as she licked the small fabric before beginning to wipe at the mess on his face. It was an action his mother had done multiple times but for some reason, he found this to be far more endearing. Her face was close to his, giving him a good look at the light layer of gloss on her plump lips. He couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had ever kissed them before, if she had ever had them wrapped around a-

“All done! I can’t do much for your hair but it’s not that noticeable. I have to get going though, bye!” She said flashing him a smile before walking away. When she was out of sight, he couldn’t help but wonder if that had even happened. Did a beautiful girl really just hold his face and clean it...out of the kindness of her heart? Was it truly possible for someone to look so perfect and act so kind? He didn’t know but he surely did wanna find out. He smirked to himself, standing up straight as he walked down the hall.

“She wants me.”

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Harry splashed some water on his face, running a shaky hand through his hair. No matter how many times he’d hop on that broom, zooming around in the sky with the intent to win, he always got painstakingly nervous before a match. He observed his appearance, grimacing at the sickly green undertone to his face. Was he going to puke again? Didn’t matter, he didn’t have time. Sighing he walked out the bathroom, sneaking to observe how many people were in the crowd. His eyes began to wander to the Beauxbaton girls, admiring how pretty they were in the stands. However, what he wasn’t prepared for was for a pretty face to walk over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Harry, right?” she asked, a gentle smile on her stunning face. His breath hitched as he felt himself be taken by a new set of nerves.

“R-right. Yeah that’s me. I’m, I’m Harry.” he internally kicked himself. How embarrassing. One of the most lovely girls he had ever seen and here he was, making himself look like a fool. His nerves were soothed some when he heard her laugh, a sound like beautiful Christmas bells.

“I think we already established that.” she said, grinning even more. She patted his shoulder as she looked at him, eyes full of sincerity. “No need to be nervous. I’ve heard you’re one of the best players on the field! Do your best out there! I’m rooting for ya.” she began walking off, flipping her Gryffindor scarf around her shoulder. Whether she meant rooting for him personally or the team didn’t matter. A determined look took his face as he began to make his way to his team. He was going to win this, for her.

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Friday came around quicker than any of them had expected, not like it mattered to them. They all sat around looking at each other, a shared thought running through most of their heads. As if Neville could hear it, he groaned standing up angrily.

“Guys! I swear she’s real! She’s just running a bit late, she’s horrible with time management. Plus, she’s well known amongst her peers so she’s always getting asked to help with things.” he grumbled, staring at them with disdain.

“Nev, it’s okay you don’t have to keep lying. We’ll get you a girlfriend since clearly you’re going mad thinking that you have one.” Seamus said, prompting the boy to throw his textbook at the boy which hit his head with a loud thud. They all looked up as peach colored owl flew in, dropping a note into Neville’s hand. The boys set up a bit straighter, unfamiliar with the owl. The boy’s eyes scanned the page, taking in the words before nodding.

“Alright, it seems she wants us to come to her. She’s by the fountain in the courtyard! That’s cute, she forgot she was supposed to come to me.” he chuckled fondly at the thought of his forgetful girlfriend before turning to walk. His friends still sat on the couch, stunned that this girl might actually be real. “Well don’t just sit there, let’s go!”

All of them scrambled up and began to follow their lanky friend, mumbling amongst themselves.

“No way. Do you think she’s real?”

“Well I’ve never seen that owl!”

“This is insane. Okay if she’s real, she definitely can’t be as hot as he said she is.”

“Yeah probably one of the more...unsightly Beauxbaton girls.”

Wrong. Terribly wrong. Th-that was her? It couldn’t be. However, as the girl’s big doe eyes lit up it was slowly becoming a big possibility. And as she ran to him, jumping into his arms, that possibility became reality right in front of their eyes. Neville leaned in kissing the girl, holding her up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss as she pulled away. Her eyes turned to the group of guys, surprise taking over her face. Neville looked back and forth between her expression and the one of his friends.

“You guys alright?” he asked confusedly, setting the girl back on the ground before pulling her into his side. She eyed them carefully before tilting her head.

“Have we met before?”

“NO!” they all shouted in unison. They all turned to each other in confusion, stepping away from the happy couple.

“You met her too?!” Harry whisper shouted, eyeing the other two. Ron nodded frantically, unable to respond verbally due to the shock and queasiness overtaking him. The beautiful girl from Wednesday was Neville’s girl? Life was not being fair by putting that bird in his hands.

“Like hell I did! She was practically all over me.” Seamus exclaimed, all of them turning to look at the girl who had a lovesick look on her face as Neville rambled on about something.

“Okay now that one I doubt. I can’t fucking believe this. I’ve been thinking about her all week.” Ron groaned out, crossing his arms angrily. Harry nodded in agreement, grabbing the flask that Seamus had pulled out taking a big swig of it.

“You’re telling me. I did a lot more than think about her if you know what I mean.” Seamus mumbled, eyeing the girl’s rear.

“Sadly I do and I wish I didn’t.” Harry grimaced as the gruesome image popped up in his head. “Come on, we better head back over before they think something is up.”

“My bunny says she met you all earlier in the week! How come you didn’t tell me?” he questioned, watching as the boys practically drooled over her.

“I dunno sorta...slipped my mind.” Harry trailed off, eyes dragging along her exposed midriff.

“Nah I’ll be honest. Bird was too hot and didn’t get her name. ‘S a shame really.” Seamus shrugged, earning a kick to the knee from Harry. “What?! I know you thought it too. Congrats Longbottom, you’ve got a grade A girl there.”

Neville looked down at the smaller girl, smiling some as she looked away shyly at the kind words she was receiving.

“Yeah, I do.”

#neville longbottom x reader #neville x you #neville longbottom x you #neville x reader #neville x y/n #neville longbottom x y/n #Neville Longbottom #Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #🦡anon

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Found You- Dean Thomas x Reader

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Kody: (SHORT STORY) using gender neutral pronouns for the first time with my first ever Dean Thomas reader, tell me what you think. Also made sure to include androgynous type clothes.

Movie/Show: Harry Potter

House/Year: Gryffindor, 7th year

Summary: after being abandoned by your friends in your first year of Hogwarts, you meet a weird lot of boys who fill the void the others had left, some more then others and when you almost kiss one of them, it becomes more then awkward.

Pronouns Used: They/Them

Possible Triggers/Warnings: suggestive flirting, gen z humor, cursing, the fluff, no voldy au, slight golden trio slander with redemption, reader staring off into space.

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first year

the day you were placed in house Gryffindor you had become close to a few choice people, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter. Your four were as close as close could be in the beginning of your first year, playing pranks, studying in the common room. All of the things friends would do.

towards the end of the year you had caught them hanging out without you on mutiple occasions when they said they were all busy on other occasions. It didn’t bother you at first, thinking a was a one off- multiple one offs. Then it got a bit worse.

study groups turned into you waiting for hours for them to show up, only for you to fall asleep on top of your textbooks waiting. Getting breakfast together now was just you sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table only for George Weasley to tell you they had already ate and left.

you weren’t stupid, you knew when you were being avoided. You also were never one for confrontation, so you made the executive decision to stop making an effort to hang out with any of them, just to see if they would and maybe everything you were thinking was just from your paranoia.

alas it was the end of the school year and you couldn’t do much hanging out with anyone since your mother was strict, only allowing friends to come over to your place, not the other way around. It was embarrassing at times, but you understood all her rules came from a place of love and experience.

not that they had ever come over before, even for the winter holiday. Though you understood that as all of you went home to your families. (Yes, James and Lily are alive), but since you all had two months out of school, you figured there would be enough time to at least meet up once.

you had each of there mailing address’s and they had yours. It was the first ‘gift’ you had given to each other and at the time, you were excited to have them. Now when you looked at the the ripped piece of parchment, it’s mere existence mocked you.

as you predicted, nothing came. No letter from your so called ‘friends’ nothing at all. It was disheartening to say the least, but at the same time you saw it coming. The rest of those two months you spent with your mother, which was actually pretty nice.

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second year

as you stepped off the train, the cold air of Hogsmeade Station hit your face, causing the hairs on your neck to stand up. You looked around, watching students as they walked with there friends or hugged them tightly. You’ll admit, it made your expression turn dark.

so you stood, just watching. As people passed, they gave you strange stares and made snide comments about how weird you looked, staring off into nothing. Most students had dispersed when your shoulder gets knocked, bringing you back into the moment.

“Oh sorry!” you recognized the voice. Once your head turned your met with the familiar face of Neville Longbottom. “Oh Neville! Sorry was i in your way?” you quickly apologize, a sheepish smile on your face. Neville copies your smile, shaking his head “No, Seamus just shoved me too hard”

“Did not, your just weak“ Seamus argued, crossing his arms in a huff. You weren’t too familiar with Seamus Finnigan or the taller boy next to him, Dean Thomas. “Both of you, shut it“ Dean shook his head, a playful smile on his face as he pushed past the two boys to stand in front of you.

“You alright? You looked as if someone used body bind curse on you“ he jokes, a light laugh escaping his mouth. Oh jeez, how long have you stood there “Um- i was waiting for my friends, but i think they left me behind“ you confess, feeling more stupid then you already had been feeling.

Dean didn’t skip a beat as he shrugs his shoulders “Forget them, walk with us” he offers. You were a bit taken aback as you didn’t know this fellow Gryffindor well and he already seemed so friendly towards you. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother?”

a laugh came from both Seamus and Dean while Neville chuckled nervously “Impossible, the only bother here is him. Now let’s go before we miss the boats” Dean points to Seamus, who’s expression drops “Your rude” he scoffs.

Dean smiles at him before using his hand to gesture to you to follow him as he led the small group through Hogsmeade.

the entire walk was Dean and Seamus trying to tell embarrassing stories about each other to make the other seem better. Neville would tell you all about what he wanted to learn in Herbology this year.

after awhile they eventually asked you questions about yourself, like- your name and who had ditched you. They were surprised to find out that the golden trio had ditched you. Seamus on the other hand wasn’t, saying how “No one is really golden”

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seventh year

fast forward to your final year at Hogwarts and you were still best friends with Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas. You all were no golden trio by any means, more like ‘Menaces To Society’ as Mcgonagall called you.

you weren’t a well behaved student to say the least.

speaking of well behaved “Shut up, shut the hell up!” Seamus whisper shouts as points his wand at Neville who is looking into the dark “But this is such a bad idea!” he whines, rubbing his arm to create some warmth as the night was cold.

“It’ll be fine, only if Dean hurries the hell up“ you say, placing a hand on Neville’s shoulder. He looks at you and nods once, shivering slightly. Smiling, you open the greenhouse door and peak your head inside “Dean, i’m getting frostbite out here!“

you watch as Dean’s head pops up from behind the large table, holding a potted mandrake “Oh i’m so sorry, but your not the one doing all the hard work!” he argues. You roll your eyes “You lost rock, paper, scissors. Maybe stop choosing paper dipshit”

Dean opens his mouth to say something back when you here Seamus groan loudly “Both of you can flirt later, hurry up! Filch will be back around in a few minutes” he snaps at both of you. Holding up a finger to Dean, signalling you could finish your argument in a second, you peak your head back out.

“In what universe was that flirting, Finnigan?“

“You were flirting with your eyes“

“....right, anyway-“ you slowly turn your head back into the greenhouse as Dean walks out, holding two pots of mandrakes, young ones to be exact. “Alright let’s go“ he says. You jump up in your place and clap your hands together “Oh this is going to be beautiful“

“I just hope we don’t get in trouble like last time“ Neville shudders, following behind you all as you made your way through the grass. “Will be fine“ you wave your hand, standing beside Dean as he held the potted mandrakes. “Shit, these are heavy“

“divide and conquer“ Seamus suddenly says as he takes both of the mandrakes from Dean, tucking one under his arm and handing the other to Neville, who happily held it tightly between both of his hands. Dean smiles and stretches his arms, until he hears a pop noise in both.

as you walked, a gust of wind hit all of you, making you shiver. Your dumbass shouldn’t have worn your pajamas out, which was only a black t-shirt with thin dark grey plaid pants. You had shoes on of course, you weren’t that stupid. “Told you to bring a jumper” Dean says in a sing song voice.

you turn your head to your side, scoffing “I’m not cold, i’m perfectly fine” you look him in the eye while he gives you a ‘really?’ look, which meant he knew you were lying. You hated that cute, dumb, knowing face. Without another word, you look forward once more.

Dean moves closer to your side and wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling you flush against him as you both walked quietly. You suddenly felt very warm, but most of that warmth came from your own face. “Better?” he whispers, his hand rubbing your arm.

honestly, how did this tall freak not expect anyone to fall for him? For two years you have had a crush on Dean Thomas, but it seemed to always be platonic on his side. He was nice to everyone though, so it was hard to tell if there was any romantic intent behind his actions.

“Much better“

“Hey! Who’s out they’re?! No students out pass curfew! You are in big trouble!“ looking ahead you see the familiar shape of Filch in the distance. The bright lantern covering his face, so you were sure he couldn’t see you all as well. “Scatter!“ you yell and in an instant you all pull away from each other.

this isn’t the first time running into Filch, so you already knew what to do. All of you would run off separately until you couldn’t be seen and just apparate back into the common room. You had been doing it for years and were honest to Godric disappointed he hadn’t figured it out yet.

“Hey you get back here!“

as you pull away, you feel Dean’s hand travel down your arm until his fingers slide off yours. You would have loved to have bathed in that moment longer, but the fear of expulsion was too heavy on your mind at the moment. You spotted a pillar and ran for it.

once safely behind said pillar, you pull your wand out that you had safely in your.....i don’t know and apparate away.

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you stumble a bit as your transported into the Gryffindor common room, the calming sound of fire cracking on the wood in the fireplace. You were safe. Looking around the dark room, you don’t see Neville or Seamus, but you do see the back of Dean’s head as he’s sat on the sofa in front of the fire.

your eyes narrow as you walk over to the sofa, placing your hands on his shoulders “Hey Y/n” he says, not even taking a glance as you as he chuckles to himself. “How did you know?- Nevermind, where’s Nev and Seamus?” you ask him.

“There setting up the mandrakes, remember?” he explains before reaching up to grab your hands with both of his, pulling them down so your forced into resting your chin against the top of the sofa. He released only one of your hands and brought the other to his mouth, placing a kiss on your palm.

what the fuck?-

“Also I've had your hands on me before, not hard to forget“ he explains. The way he said that made it sound so suggestive if anyone else had been in the room. You were also stunned by the fact he just kissed your hand. This was one of the moments you couldn’t tell if he was being friendly or not.

you could feel his eyes on you, practically burning holes into the side of your face, but you just didn’t have it in you to look at him. Heart racing and your stomach feeling lighter by the second, you felt utterly and completely swooned by the tall Gryffindor boy once again.

“Can you look at me?” you hear him ask, feeling his free hand gently force your face in his direction so your E/c eyes meet with his. “What?“ you ask, trying to mask the fact that you were putty in hands at the moment. Dean didn’t respond, only smile widely as his eyes flicker from your eyes to lips.

he couldn’t be asking to, ya know..right? Before you could question it further Dean began to lean in and you found yourself doing the same “We did it!- whoa, what’s going on here?” you almost snapped your spine at how hard you threw yourself back, moving a good five feet away.

“Nothing!“ you and Dean shout at the same time. Dean folded his arms over his chest, coughing awkwardly into his hand. You watch as Neville steps out from behind Seamus, who’s grin is wider then ever before. “As much as i want to indulge in whatever this is, we have to get to our dorms- like right now“

“What, why?“ you ask, giving him a questioning look. “Neville dropped his Gryffindor tie back at the greenhouse so Mcgonagall and Dumbledore are coming to inspect in the house to see if anyone’s awake“ Seamus sighs, walking forward.

“Good thing it didn’t have my name on it or anything“ Neville smiles sadly before following Seamus to the hall where the dorms were at. “It’s alright Nev“ you send him a warm smile, trying to reassure him. You decided to follow them as well to the dorms “Y/n!“ you hear Dean call out.

thinking fast and stupid, you stretch your arms, letting out a fake yawn “Damn, i’m super tired. I’ll see you guys in the morning!” you push past both Seamus and Neville and speed walk down the hall. You made a beeline down to your dorm and almost ripped your dorm off of it’s hinges trying to open it

but once you do, you take a large step and shut the door behind you

what the fuck just happened?

that night you had laid in bed for almost an hour, thinking about your almost kiss with Dean Thomas. You felt shame, like you had someone forced this situation upon yourself. You liked Dean Thomas yes, but did you imagine that he was going in for a kiss?

eventually when your brain started to hurt too much, you fell asleep without any interruptions that night.

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you awoke to the sounds of awful birds chirping outside and roll onto your side, unfortunately though you were already on the edge of your bed and rolled right of the thing, collided with the hard wood floor that made up the ground of your dorm. You knew you should have gotten a damn carpet at that muggle store.

using your elbows, you prop yourself up and push yourself into the sitting position. What a glorious way to start the day you thought before standing on your two feet. Its saturday, which means you didn’t have to get too dressed up just to eat breakfast.

you yawn, not bothering to cover your mouth as you trudge slowly to your closet, swinging the door open. Taking into account that the weather had bit cold recently you pick out a multicolored jumper consisting of brown, beige’s, purple’s, dark blue’s, and whatnot. with a pair of brown overalls.

removing your clothes, you place them in a woven hamper next to the closet, you had taken a shower the previous night before going to bed, but you just ended up sneaking out. Eh- still counts. Once the clothes are on, you walk over to your dresser where your mirror was on the wall and looked in.

you looked tired and like someone who wanted to go back to bed, perfect. Reaching your hand up, you run your hand through your hair, untangling a few knots with your fingers before shaking your head, your hair now looking like in had been through a gust of wind.

also perfect

after that, you go over to the door slipping your shoes on with your feet before turning the knob and opening it. As soon as that wooden door unhinged you remember all the events from last night and internally cringed. God, today was going to be awkward as hell.

stepping out, you shut the door behind you, not bothering to lock it as you never had a reason to before. Gryffindor house was pretty chill with privacy and whatnot, so you weren’t worried about people coming in and taking your things.

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walking down the stairs to the dungeons, you had a gleeful smile on your face. See, the whole reason you stole mandrakes is because you currently were in a prank war with the Slytherin house, or to be more specific Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson.

Draco said he could pull better pranks, you said otherwise and that’s pretty much how it started. It had been going on for a few weeks and the mandrakes were your big finale since you knew that ferret couldn’t do anything better. “Oh shit, Theo!” you heard as you took the final step.

you could hear screeching for a few moments before its quickly shut up. Speeding up, you turn the corner to see a group of Slytherins surrounding four passed out students, one of those students being Theodore Nott. “How did mandrakes get all the way down here?” Pansy crossed her arms.

“I don’t-“ Draco spoke, his head turning to spot you with a shit eating grin on “Nevermind“ he exhales before standing up straight and walking over to you “L/n“ he greets, a deadpan expression on his face while you look like you’ve won the lottery.

“Malfoy, i see you got my gift“

“Oh yeah, my friend Theo was just blown away“ he said, rolling his eyes which only makes you feel more victorious. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. It was meant for you” you smile innocently at him. He lets out a bitter chuckle before extending his hand out to you “You win L/n”

you gladly take his hand into yours and shake it “pleasure doing business with you, Malfoy” you say. Draco crack a smile, shaking your hand for a second before then letting go “Surprised to see Thomas isn’t following you, he usually is” he points out.

and there goes a reminder. Your expression visibly dropped “That’s- well, complicated at the moment” your reply spiked Draco’s interest as he leans against the wall “Do tell“ he gestures with his hand to continue. You eye him up and down, your nose cringing.

“Since when did you care about my life?“ you asked, the question sounding a bit harsher then you intended it too. Draco only shrugs “I’m bored, humor me L/n“ you chuckle at his words and shrugged as well. No harm in telling him anything.

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“Wow“ Draco breathed, his grey eyes slightly widened as you finished retelling the embarrassing events of last night “And you just ran off? Don’t think that was a good idea” he adds, turning his head to face you as you both leaned on the wall.

you exhale, a solemn look on your face “I know, i’m just not good with confrontation. I curl up into a ball and clam up, like i can’t speak” you explain. Draco nods along, listening to what you had to say “He’s your best friend, been your best friend for years. Talk to him, avoiding it will make it worst”

“Wow, that actually was helpful. You’ve surprised me Malfoy” you give hi a mock astonished look, making him roll his eyes. “Yeah whatever, now go away. I have to help them carry Theo back into the common room“ he pushed off the wall, standing straight.

“Tell Theo i’m sorry when he wakes up“ you turn on your heels and begin to walk down the stone hall, taking in a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine, no worries. Nothing at all.

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your first thought was to check the courtyard, it’s where you, Blaise, Neville, and Seamus hung out between classes. It was a good place to start. Stepping outside, you feel the gentle cold breeze nip your face causing a light shiver to run up your spine.

wrapping your arms around yourself you walk along the grass until you spot the familiar tree you all sat under. It instantly brought you back to the first time you had sat under it.

second year

“Found you“

your head snaps to your left where the voice came from. Dean, out of breath and wiping sweat from his forehead. You looked confused as he took a step towards you “You were looking for me?” you asked, head tilting ever so slightly to the side.

Dean looks at you like you had just asked a silly question, chuckling “Of course, you seemed upset a lunch as well so i wanted to check up on you” he said, taking a seat next to you in the grass. You avoided looking at him by pulling out blades of grass and ripping them apart.

after an awkward amount of time of silence, mostly on your part, Dean reach for the grass next to your hands and began to pull it out of the earth as well “What’re you doing?” you ask, still looking at the ground. “If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. We can just sit here if that makes you feel better too”

weirdly enough, it did. Just having him sit there made your bad day feel slightly better. You couldn’t explain it, but his presence alone was comforting and made you feel more at ease. “If that’s what you want of course” he adds, his pinky extending out to tap your hand, just light enough not to make you tense.

you couldn’t bring yourself to respond verbally and nodded a few times. You hear Dean hum as he continues to copy what your doing. You both sat in silence and stayed there for an hour or so, just soaking up each others company.

that was the moment you knew Dean Thomas was a true friend

“Y/n!“ you hear a shout, bringing you out of your wholesome memory and back to reality. Seamus and Neville were running up to you with confused looks on there faces “What?“ you say, meeting them halfway. As soon as you were grabbing distance, Seamus places his hands on your shoulders and shakes you

“What are you doing here!?“ he shouts while you feel as if your brain is about to knock off of its stem and kill you “What’re you talking about? and stop shaking me!“ you yank his hands off of you. Seamus rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath like he’s about to talk a lot, and talk a lot he did.

“So after your almost kiss with Dean he told us by the way, he wanted to talk to you so we told him you’d most likely be in the dungeons giving Malfoy a tongue lashing“ Seamus explained before gasping for air. Neville puts a hand on his mate’s shoulder “He kind of thinks you don’t like him. Never seen him so upset before“

processing on the information you were just given, you thank the both of them and run back into the building. This school was huge, no wonder you didn’t run into Dean on the way back or even see him once. Nonetheless, you were determined to find him.

(Filled with determination- get it? Undertale reference)

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it took you a good ten to fifteen minutes to get back to the dungeons. You walked fast paced against the cobble ground until you reached the Slytherin portrait. There stood the familiar faces of Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. They noticed you instantly giving you a confused look.

“Your boyfriend is looking for you“ Pansy snickered, clearly amused by something. You let of a sigh, a hand running through your hair “Yeah i know, do you know where he went?“ you asked, already tired of walking around this shit school.

just kidding, Dumbledore if you could here there thoughts, they’re kidding

“We told him you were going to potions“ Draco said which floored you because why in Godric’s name would he say that. The Slytherin boy seemed to catch your confusion and gave you a ‘are you dumb?’ look. “Yesterday, in class, you offered to help Snape organize the stockroom?”

oh shit

you let out what can only be described as a sound of frustration as you realized you were going to be murdered by Snape before you could ever find Dean. You wished that you could apparate, but it was against school rules to apparate inside the school, aka as soon as you would do it, it would teleport you to Dumbledore’s office instead.

funny enough you could apparate from outside to inside the school with zero repercussions. The rule was ancient and so was Dumbledore, you had a feeling it wouldn’t change in your life time. “Right, thanks. I have to go” you say and give them a lazy wave.

“Go get your man Y/n! Then tell me all about it!“ you heard Pansy shout as you walk away.

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twelve minutes to get to potions. As soon as you pushed open the door you let the string of apologies fly “I’m so sorry Professor Snape, i completely forgot about helping out- Today has been super stressful and-” you were cut off by Snape himself.

“Silence, your....friend already told me all about your little issue as much as i didn’t want to hear it. Your free to deal with your teenage drama as long as it’s away from my classroom” he lifts his hand up, gesturing for you to go away like he requested.

he was surprisingly understanding, which was weird

“Oh um- Thank you, professor. May i ask where Dean said he was off to?“ You asked, fully knowing you might be pushing your luck and his sudden kindness. Snape sighs, dramatically you’d like to add “He didn’t say or he did and i didn’t care enough to listen“

“Right uh, thank you anyway. Goodbye Professor“ you laugh nervously. That quick kindness had run out. Snape only grumbles and you take that moment to walk out the classroom, feeling that little bubble of stress you usually got from talking to Snape fade away.

taking a few steps back you look at the potions door, god you’ve hated that class since first year. Potions were never your strong suit, you were more into astronomy or herbology. Snape never made it any better with his attitude,but he had always been like that.

fifth year was probably the worse

fifth year

it was the beginning of your fifth year and one of your earlier classes was potions. What a dreadful way to start the morning. Today you were instructed to brew a draught of peace, which was currently bringing you anything but peace at the moment.

you just couldn’t understand the instructions. Like at all. It was supposed to be a turquoise blue color when finished, but kept turning a dark purple instead. You only had about half an hour to get it right or you were going to fail your first potions lesson for the year.

at one point you got so frustrated, you slammed the ladle on the table but it was already pretty noisy, so no one really turned there head at the noise. “Someone’s cranky” you heard a snicker beside you, which you knew well enough to know it belonged to Dean Thomas.

“Try frustrated, i have to be the dumbest wizard in the entire wizarding world to not get this“ you sigh, crossing your arms as you stare at the dark purple liquid, the mere sight of it mocked your livelihood. Dean shook his head, stifling some laughter as he grabbed the handles of your cauldron.

“You continue to pout while i go dump this”

pout? you weren’t pouting. You rolled your eyes as he comes back, placing the cauldron back down onto your work space “Alright so you added all the ingredients right, but your stirring it to much and the wrong way“ he spoke as he added all the ingredients back in.

once he tilts the mortar and pestle, pouring the crushed unicorn hair into the liquid he smiles warmly “Alright now grab the ladle” he instructs and you, begrudgingly do so. Dean nods and moves to step behind you. As you go to turn around Dean places his hands on your arms, keeping them in place.

you tense almost instantly as his hands travel down your clothed arms until they rest on your own hands. He’s literally pressed against you, not rough or anything like that though. His head moved off to the side a bit “You stir like this” he begins to move your hand with his in the correct motion.

you honestly didn’t know how to feel.

as he slowly stirred the magical liquid he says something else to you “It’s okay to get frustrated, it’s also okay to ask for help. I’m here if you need me Y/n” he spoke and let go for hand, which suddenly felt a whole lot colder then it did a second ago.

Dean returns back to your side and smiles proudly once he looks into the cauldron “See, easy” he says. You pull out the ladle and look in to see that beautiful turquoise color you had waited to see the entire class period. Thank Godric, actually thank Dean. Speaking of that.

“Thanks Dean, i was about ready to pull out my hair“ you joke, placing your hands on the table. Dean chuckles and places on of his hands on top of yours. You tensed again, feeling light and warm as the pad of his thumb rubs the skin of your hand. “Like i said, i’m here for you, in any and every way possible“

his words made you feel even lighter if that was possible as you tried to contain a bright smile

that was the moment you knew you liked Dean Thomas

you sigh, pulling yourself out of your happy memory. How were you going to find Dean?

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late evening

after leaving Snape’s class you, funny enough, kept running into Seamus and Neville who kept pointing you into different directions or places. You were quite literally running around the school like a lunatic. Your current location was the library and library you went.

since you were absolutely terrified of Madam Pince, you made sure you cautiously open the door as you walk in as well as closing it. Looking around, you don’t see any familiar faces which had you already feeling doubtful, but you still had to look behind the tall bookshelves.

you decided to take the left side first and begin to walk through the middle isle with haste as you look around. No, nope, nothing, and disappointed. Jumping off the astronomy tower looked appealing at the moment. Alright, other side. You walked with the same fast pace, checking behind each shelf.

after about four rows, you come face to face with a freckled boy, causing you to jump back “Godric” you put your hand over your heart like an old man about to have a heart attack. “Ron, your ugly face is scaring students” you heard a male voice say.

wait, did he just say Ron?

you take a few steps back, yeah that was them. You first friends at Hogwarts. You saw them almost every week, but haven’t talked to them since your first year at Hogwarts. This was gonna be awkward, you could already tell. “Sorry ‘bout him, I’m Harry and these are my friends Hermione and Ron”

Ron steps back to stand next to Hermione. They all looked at you like your a new person they have never met before. You honestly didn’t know how to react. On one hand, it was kind of funny they didn’t recognize you. On the other hand, it felt kinda shitty.

you force out a bitter laugh, shaking your head “I- I’m floored that you don’t remember me and as funny as it is, i’m looking for someone” you say, about to excuse yourself from this mind numbing situation. “Wait! We know you?” Hermione cuts in, raising her hand a bit.

exhaling, you nod “It’s me. Y/n, Y/n L/n” you introduce yourself, like all those years ago. Watching there eyes widen one by one almost made you laugh “Oh my, Y/n. It’s been so long” Hermione smiles nervously. As evil as it was, you were kind of enjoying the awkwardness.

“Yeah it has, lovely to see you lot. Lets get together next decade where you can forget me all over again“ you had to admit, it was kind of mean but you were busy at the moment. “Wait Y/n, can we talk?“ Harry steps towards you, a look of shame on his face. Good.

did you really want to hear some shitty apology? You didn’t want them or blame them either. You were eleven year olds and children loose friends all the time. There wasn’t any deeper meaning, at least to you there wasn’t, but some part of you wanted to know why? Why were you abandoned?

“I have a lot going on right now, so make it quick Potter“

Harry smiles as he gestures for you to sit down at the table they were currently residing in. You follow him and take the seat across from the other three. Hermione, Ron, and Harry all sit down, looking as nervous and anxious as ever while you were tapping your foot against the ground, impatiently.

“We wanted to say we were sorry, for how we treated you in first year“ Harry starts, the other two nodding along. “Can i get a reason? If you didn’t want to be my friend you could of just told me. Instead you left me alone“ you fold your arms over your chest, already wanting this to be over with.

“You changed“ Hermione said. You expression shifted to confusion, scoffing “I changed? How?“ you asked. Godric it was a bad idea to listen to these guys. “You started hanging out with Malfoy, he turned you into some kind of menace. All you two did was pull tricks on each other back and forth“

okay so maybe this wasn’t the first prank war you’ve had with Malfoy

and it wont be the last either

“Seriously, you dropped me because i hung out with Draco? Yeah he’s a bit of an asshole, but he’s just all bark no bite“ you shrug your shoulders, maybe you were bias since you guys had been ‘friends’ for awhile now if you could call each other that.

“He’s a Slytherin“ Ron chimes in, looking as if he’s disgusted to say the word. “Ron” Harry warned, whacking his friends arm. Oh you were so not doing this house variably bullshit. Okay, maybe you had a ‘house prank war’ but that was all in good fun.

“I’m done here, i think i dodged a bullet with avoiding you guys all these years“ pushing off of your chair, you stand up ready to leave. Harry stands up the second you do “Sorry about them and they both can have there own opinions, but i know what we did was wrong and i just wanted to say i’m sorry“

looking at Harry, you could tell he was being genuine. Well at least one of them was. “Thanks Potter, now i have to go find someone” you try to make your escape again when you hear footsteps behind you. Stopping you see Harry at your side “Yes?”

“Who’re you looking for, maybe I've seen them?“ He offers. You assumed he was trying to be helpful as an apology. “Dean Thomas, know him?“ you ask, watching as his eyebrows furrow “Yeah but haven’t seen him- wait, it’s curfew in twenty minutes“

“Yeah, so?“

“He’s a Gryffindor, which means he’s heading back to the common room right this moment“ Harry points out, a light smile on his face. Your eyes widen and you throw your arms around the boy. You feel Harry tense, but still wrap his arms around you “Your a genius Potter“

“It’s common sense?“ he looks confused as you pull away from him. You tell him goodbye and that you two could catch up on a later date.

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you push through students on the staircase who were trying to the Gryffindor common room as well. Once you make it to the top, a student in front of you whispers the password “Dilligrout” the portrait opened and a wave of students filed in.

someone shoulder checked you when you made it in yourself, but you were to preoccupied with finding your friend? Crush? Person you had a crush on...yeah that works. All the students who came in had immediately filed down the hall to go to the dorms.

silence took over and once again you were in a empty room, your shoulder dropping a bit “Found you” that familiar voice breathed out. You spin on your feet to see Dean Thomas leaning against the wall, huffing as he reached to wiped sweat that had gathered on his forehead.

“You were looking for me?” you quipped back, obviously joking. Dean seems to catch on rather quickly and flashes a grin “Of course, you seemed upset after last night” he tells you, your expression dropping at the mention of the night before. He notices.

stepping forward, he takes your hand in his, gently leading you to the sofa. That cursed sofa. Once you both take a seat Dean clears his throat, his hand still intertwined with yours “How’re you feeling?” he asked, a worry glint in his eyes. Of course that’s the first question he asked.

“Nervous, anxious, something like that, but also scared“ you admit, while your free hand scratches the side of your neck. “What would you have to scared off?“ Dean had a sympathetic smile on his face, one that you had seen many times before.

you chuckle, thinking that what you were going to say had been the most obvious thing in the world. “That your going to stop being my friend because we almost kissed?” you said, but it sounded more like a question instead of a statement.

a, what you would call dramatic sigh escapes Dean’s mouth “I’m the one who initiated the kiss Y/n. I wanted it because i hoped you wanted the same thing, you do, right?” his voice wavers a bit, his confidence dropping with every word.

“Yes, i have for a long time” you confess. Dean’s smile was a mile long as he lifts your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles “I wish we told each other this last night instead on running around to find each other all day” you both laugh at the situation.

“Yeah, now that i think about it. I could of sent you a howler” you say, exhaling loudly. How come you didn’t think of that sooner “Yeah, i guess we both didn’t think much” Dean then scoots closer to you on the sofa, his hand still holding your gently.

not having the courage to speak, you simply sit there as Dean lets go of your hand and cups your face instead. Your breath hitched as you feel his thumbs moving up and down each temple on the side of your head. He still had that dopey smile on his face too.

after what feels like forever, Dean closes the gap between you both, kissing you softly. His head tilts to the left as he continues to kiss you. You swore you could feel everything in you become as light as a feather. Kissing Dean Thomas was something else.

a couple more seconds pass by before he pulls away, a smug grin gracing his face “can we take this to my dorm? We’ve gathered an audience” his eyes glanced to the right of you. Turning your head in his hands, you see Neville and Seamus

“Do you all mind?“

“No, keep going“ Seamus waved with his hand, smiling at you both. Dean rolls his eyes as he stands up from the couch, grabbing your hand to drag you along with him. “We’re so happy it worked out“ Neville had a gleeful look on his face as Dean dragged you past them.

“Try to keep things quiet in there lovebirds!“ Seamus calls out as you and Dean walk down the hall. You scoff, shaking your head. Seamus was something else. Once you both reach Dean’s door, he opens it, allowing you to step inside “No promises!“ he yells before stepping inside himself and shutting it.

covering your mouth, you laugh into the back of your hand until what he said registers in your mind “Wait what?”

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Kody- It’s been a hot minute ngl. Um- i’m trying to find a regular schedule update every month, but honestly something called sleep and depression has been kicking my ass. Hope you enjoy this fic..requests are open. Anyways, peace.

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