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weirwoodking · 3 years

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I have a small headcanon that Sansa has already skinchanged into a bird without her knowledge once before. This passage about Marillion in the sky cells in particular:

“When she closed her eyes she could see him in his sky cell, huddled in a corner away from the cold black sky, crouched beneath a fur with his woodharp cradled against his chest.”

What do you think?

Oh, absolutely. I do think that she’s experienced her powers in some way, she just hasn’t thought about them.

George does leave these little subtle hints in the text that point to the Stark kids abilities, the earliest being in chapter one:

Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly.

“What is it, Jon?” their lord father asked.

“Can’t you hear it?”

Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else.

“There,” Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling.

“He must have crawled away from the others,” Jon said. (Bran I, AGOT)

While on horseback, and halfway across the bridge, already far away from where a mute direwolf puppy was, Jon was able to “hear” him. Obviously, he didn’t hear Ghost, he sensed him. Already, he was bonded with Ghost, even though this was about a year and half before Jon had his first “true” wolf dream. And furthermore, it takes a while before he’s able to clearly remember these dreams:

The wolf dreams had been growing stronger, and he found himself remembering them even when awake. (Jon I, ADWD)

So, yes, I definitely think that Sansa could already be having skinchanging dreams with a bird/birds. She just might not remember it. Also, she doesn’t have to have been having direct dreams, but moments of using the bird’s senses. Not fully in the animal, just sharing it’s space for a moment.

Unlike the sh*w, where skinchanging is an on/off switch (you’re either inside the animal or not inside the animal), skinchanging in the books is more nuanced. Jon is able to brush his hand up against Ghost and tap into the wolf’s senses, without fully warging him. He can even taste blood in his mouth after Ghost kills, and he can feel the wolf’s hunger. The most notable instance of this “one mind in two bodies simultaneously” thing is with Arya and the Braavos street cat:

That night she dreamed she was a wolf again, but it was different from the other dreams. In this dream she had no pack. She prowled alone, bounding over rooftops and padding silently beside the banks of a canal, stalking shadows through the fog. (Cat of the Canals, AFFC)

The tavern was near empty, and she was able to claim a quiet corner not far from the fire. No sooner had she settled there and crossed her legs than something brushed up against her thigh. "You again?" said the blind girl. She scratched his head behind one ear, and the cat jumped up into her lap and began to purr. Braavos was full of cats, and no place more than Pynto's. The old pirate believed they brought good luck and kept his tavern free of vermin. "You know me, don't you?" she whispered. Cats were not fooled by a mummer's moles. They remembered Cat of the Canals.

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The Lyseni took the table nearest to the fire and spoke quietly over cups of black tar rum, keeping their voices low so no one could overhear. But she was no one and she heard most every word. And for a time it seemed that she could see them too, through the slitted yellow eyes of the tomcat purring in her lap. One was old and one was young and one had lost an ear, but all three had the white-blond hair and smooth fair skin of Lys, where the blood of the old Freehold still ran strong. (The Blind Girl, ADWD)

"It is good to know. This is two. Is there a third?"

"Yes. I know that you're the one who has been hitting me." Her stick flashed out, and cracked against his fingers, sending his own stick clattering to the floor.

The priest winced and snatched his hand back. "And how could a blind girl know that?"

I saw you. "I gave you three. I don't need to give you four." Maybe on the morrow she would tell him about the cat that had followed her home last night from Pynto's, the cat that was hiding in the rafters, looking down on them. Or maybe not. If he could have secrets, so could she. (The Blind Girl, ADWD)

While Arya is not fully outside of her body and in the body of the cat, she’s able to use the cat’s eyes as her own. And she isn’t even aware that she’s doing it, it’s just occurring naturally. I do believe that the same cat she dreams as in AFFC is the tomcat that she sees through in ADWD.

So, yes, I do believe that Sansa could be looking through the eyes of a bird. She’s just not aware of it.

It does seem like the Stark kids are much more powerful than the average skinchangers/wargs, immediately bonding to the wolves without realizing it, and already connecting with other animals. Arya is able to warg Nymeria from an entirely separate continent, which probably isn’t standard behavior, especially not for someone who doesn’t even know what they’re doing and has no training. Even Varamyr, a man who has mastered the control of five animals, recognizes Jon’s power:

The gift was strong in Snow, but the youth was untaught, still fighting his nature when he should have gloried in it. (Prologue, ADWD)

So, the Starks seem to be pretty powerful. And that includes Sansa, as GRRM has confirmed that she is still a skinchanger, meaning that he’s definitely going to have a bond with an animal at some point. It would make sense for him to have already been leaving little hints about it.

A very important component to Sansa’s character, which could be affecting her skinchanging powers, is her memory. The way that Sansa’s mind has coped with her trauma is by suppressing and rewriting certain distressing, scarring, and confusing memories. This is something that all the Stark kids do, in different levels. For example, Bran believes that Rickon intentionally suppresses the memory of Ned being dead:

"Tell Robb I want him to come home," said Rickon. "He can bring his wolf home too, and Mother and Father." Though he knew Lord Eddard was dead, sometimes Rickon forgot... willfully, Bran suspected. (Bran V, ACOK)

Bran himself does this as well:

The dream he'd had... the dream Summer had had... No, I mustn't think about that dream. He had not even told the Reeds, though Meera at least seemed to sense that something was wrong. If he never talked of it maybe he could forget he ever dreamed it, and then it wouldn't have happened and Robb and Grey Wind would still be... (Bran IV, ASOS)

Sansa does this the most out of her siblings, it’s her primary coping mechanism. One example is how remembers (or tries not to remember) Jeyne Poole:

Sansa did not know what had happened to Jeyne, who had disappeared from her rooms afterward, never to be mentioned again. She tried not to think of them too often, yet sometimes the memories came unbidden, and then it was hard to hold back the tears. (Sansa II, ACOK)

She tries to not to think of her, because it’s too traumatic for her to do so.

Another example is how she’s trying to process the situations she’s in at the Eyrie.

I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard's daughter and Lady Catelyn's, the blood of Winterfell. She did not say it, though. If not for Petyr Baelish it would have been Sansa who went spinning through a cold blue sky to stony death six hundred feet below, instead of Lysa Arryn. He is so bold. Sansa wished she had his courage. She wanted to crawl back into bed and hide beneath her blanket, to sleep and sleep. She had not slept a whole night through since Lysa Arryn's death. (Sansa I, AFFC)

He is serving me lies as well, Sansa realized. They were comforting lies, though, and she thought them kindly meant. A lie is not so bad if it is kindly meant. If only she believed them...

The things her aunt had said just before she fell still troubled Sansa greatly. "Ravings," Petyr called them. "My wife was mad, you saw that for yourself." And so she had. All I did was build a snow castle, and she meant to push me out the Moon Door. Petyr saved me. He loved my mother well, and...

And her? How could she doubt it? He had saved her.

He saved Alayne, his daughter, a voice within her whispered. But she was Sansa too... and sometimes it seemed to her that the Lord Protector was two people as well. He was Petyr, her protector, warm and funny and gentle... but he was also Littlefinger, the lord she'd known at King's Landing, smiling slyly and stroking his beard as he whispered in Queen Cersei's ear. And Littlefinger was no friend of hers. When Joff had her beaten, the Imp defended her, not Littlefinger. When the mob sought to rape her, the Hound carried her to safety, not Littlefinger. When the Lannisters wed her to Tyrion against her will, Ser Garlan the Gallant gave her comfort, not Littlefinger. Littlefinger never lifted so much as his little finger for her.

Except to get me out. He did that for me. I thought it was Ser Dontos, my poor old drunken Florian, but it was Petyr all the while. Littlefinger was only a mask he had to wear. Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began. Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike. She would have fled them both, perhaps, but there was nowhere for her to go. Winterfell was burned and desolate, Bran and Rickon dead and cold. Robb had been betrayed and murdered at the Twins, along with their lady mother. Tyrion had been put to death for killing Joffrey, and if she ever returned to King's Landing the queen would have her head as well. The aunt she'd hoped would keep her safe had tried to murder her instead. Her uncle Edmure was a captive of the Freys, while her great-uncle the Blackfish was under siege at Riverrun. I have no place but here, Sansa thought miserably, and no true friend but Petyr. (Sansa I, AFFC)

Sansa knows deep down (not even that deep, just down) that Petyr is untrustworthy. She knows he’s fed her lies, but she wants to believe them. She wants to be able to trust him. She wants to feel like she can be safe with him. She wants to be safe. It bothers me a lot whenever people say Sansa is “stupid” for trusting Petyr, or “uncaring” for not thinking often of Jeyne. She isn’t stupid or uncaring, she’s a traumatized thirteen year old whose brain is trying to cope with what she’s gone through and what she’s currently going through.

So, she has built a wall. And behind that wall are the memories of Lysa’s death, the truth about Jon Arryn’s murder, and Jeyne Poole. I think it would make sense if skinchanging, something that involves the mind, is also something that she’s subconsciously repressing. I talked about this sometime a while ago, but I believe that a big moment for Sansa in TWOW is going to be her confronting her memories. And most significantly, confronting Baelish about what happened to Jeyne Poole and exposing the truth of Jon Arryn and Lysa’s deaths. Thus, defeating Littlefinger, the mockingbird.

It would make sense if this coincided with her skinchanging abilities truly awakening. As her mind opens, her powers become stronger. I’m pretty deadset on Sansa’s bird being a falcon, not just for the House Arryn connection and because she’s gone hawking with a falcon before, but also because of the symbolism. Falcons symbolize “vision, freedom, and victory. Hence, it also connotes salvation to those who are in bondage whether moral, emotional, or spiritual”. I think that Sansa bonding with a falcon and “flying free” would be perfect for the conclusion of her caged bird arc.

Sorry, this got really long, it just kind of turned into all my thoughts about how skinchanger-Sansa might come to be in TWOW. I think it’s going to be an important part of her story, as you don’t just give four of your POV characters the ability to control animals with their minds and not have that matter. (And, it’s already an important part of Jon, Arya, and Bran’s stories, so it most likely will be for Sansa, too.)

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Unbreak My Heart - F.W

Fred Weasley X Reader Part 2 of ‘Call Out My Name’, inspired by the song ‘Unbreak My Heart’ by Toni Braxton.

Part 1 , Part 3

About: Fred realises he has everything wrong. His heart aching for the reader after pushing her aside for someone else, he searches for her to apologise for what he’s done and to admit his true feelings for her.

Theme: Heartache, sadness, moving on, relationships, rumours.

Warnings: mentions of raw emotions, *incredibly light* smut, depression, body image issues and swearing.

Don't leave me in all this pain Don't leave me out in the rain Come back and bring back my smile Come and take these tears away I need your arms to hold me now The nights are so unkind Bring back those nights when I held you beside me

The first thirteen months without Fred were the worst. You couldn’t face visiting Weasleys Wizard Wheezes no matter how many times George asked in his letters which you ignored. You couldn’t go into Diagon Alley without hearing news about The Weasleys - more importantly, the news about Fred and his darling; they were now engaged.

You kept to your bedroom, crying to sleep every night, looking through all the pictures you had taken of and with Fred over the years that you were with him. Letters you had written to him laid scrunched up all over your floor like an author going mad over a sticky, confusing, part of the story - but that was exactly what this was.

Everywhere you went as you entered Diagon Alley, you were forced to listen to the news over and over again that the shop was a success. You wanted to congratulate George, but after ignoring him for so long you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up a pen to reach out to him.

Too afraid to let anyone in after the damage Fred inflicted on you, you didn’t bother meeting anyone new.

Plenty of people offered and even your sister tried to match you up with a friend of hers from work, but you declined and allowed Fred’s damage to take over you.

You only left the house for work which was torture enough as you worked with Percy at the Ministry. You ate one meal a day which was an apple on your lunch break. You didn’t dream of moving out despite your parents encouragement and you simply just collapsed in on yourself whilst your family constantly complained about Fred, swearing that you chose the wrong twin.

Although you hated Fred - or at least convinced yourself that you did - you still thought about him every single day, and at bedtime you would envision yourself back on his sofa in his arms underneath that scratchy patchwork blanket you shared many memories under.

Laying awake staring at the ceiling, you took a deep breath. It had been over a year. You couldn’t go on like this. You needed to claim your life back, one step at a time. Sitting up in your bed, you grabbed the last of your parchment and leaned it against an old book. Dipping your feather quill into your ink pot that rested beside your bed next to the framed picture of you and Fred, you wrote to George.

You began apologising for not replying and for not visiting the shop, explaining why, and asked how everything was going - you missed your friend and it became suffocating to ignore him reaching out.

Un-break my heart Say you'll love me again Undo this hurt you caused When you walked out the door And walked out of my life Un-cry these tears I cried so many nights Un-break my heart My heart

It had been another five months since you wrote your letter to George and you were still waiting for a reply. You told yourself that perhaps he got too busy with the shop or he just didn’t want to mend things after you ignored him for so long. Either way, you didn’t ponder on it, sprayed yourself with some perfume, and got ready to leave for your third date this week.

George wasn’t ignoring you on purpose. He truly was too busy with not just everything at the shop, but also helping Fred plan out this so-called wedding and engagement party that came out of nowhere. He planned to write back but time got the better of him, he knew you wouldn’t take it personally.

“Oh look at you!” your sister grinned, “Same guy?” she asked enthusiastically.

“No,” you shook your head and grabbed your coat, putting it on, “I don’t see the same guy twice if the spark isn’t there.”

Your sister smiled to herself and told you to have a good time. You enjoyed yourself temporarily until you remembered Fred Weasley and what he did. He was the reason why you decided against seeing the same person twice. If there was no chemistry during intimacy you moved on. Speed dating was the perfect temporary aid you needed at the moment.

And just like Fred and his fiancé, word got out about you and how desirable you were. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, you started looking after yourself and forced yourself into the limelight. Even if it didn’t result in finding your true love, you still wanted to have fun along the way.

Your parents went to The Leaky Cauldron, and just as they were leaving, they bumped into Molly and Arthur Weasley. Your parents flinched at first sight, but swallowed the anger they had towards their son Fred.

“Oh Mr and Mrs Y/LN! what a lovely surprise to see you!” Molly chirped up. George turned his head and stood up to greet your parents. Unlike Fred, they loved George.

“And you.” Your father replied, his voice monotone.

“We haven’t seen your daughter for ages. We missed her last summer, please ask her to come and see us. George misses her and it’s our Freddie's engagement party tonight!” Molly babbled on, pointing to George when she mentioned him and Fred.

Molly and Arthur loved you coming over to the burrow. They loved you even more seeing how happy you made their son. In their eyes you brought out the best in him. On the other hand, they weren’t keen on the girl Fred decided to marry, she was inconsiderate, selfish and didn’t know what hard work was - she was handed everything she ever wanted, the exact opposite to you.

Your fathers face flushed with frustration. Didn’t they know why you never came around anymore? Were they not aware that Fred was the reason she screamed and cried every night for over a year?

Your mother hesitated but decided against holding back. She liked the Weasley family, but she couldn’t allow Fred to get away with what he had done.

“Maybe you should ask your darling boy, Fred. Or maybe George will tell you, he’s the decent one of the two.”

Your mother said no more and stormed out of the packed pub, your father trailing behind nodding a goodbye to George. Molly and Arthur stood there speechless and looked over at George, demanding that he tells them what happened as soon as they arrive home when everyone has gone to bed.

Fred felt strange throughout the whole party. He didn’t feel happy like he thought he would - he hadn’t been feeling happy for the past five months. Something in his life just didn’t feel right and he couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong -waking up next to his girlfriend made him feel sick and he realised how stupid he was thinking that getting engaged would make everything better.

Molly, Arthur and George sat at the dining table when everyone else was in bed. “George you better tell me what happened, now!” Molly hissed in a low whisper.

George spilled absolutely everything, from beginning to end. As much as he loved his twin, he didn’t shy away from any details even if they showed Fred for exactly who he was, and the awful things he did. Molly and Arthur were outraged at their child's behaviour. Molly had to restrain herself at the table whilst she sobbed into her hands.

Far away, you panted heavily as you came down from your high with your date. Unmounting him, you laid beside him in his bed. He took off his condom and breathlessly offered taking a shower with him. You accepted his offer knowing that you could go home straight after, you wouldn’t need to stress about hurrying in the morning to get to work on time.

Take back that sad word goodbye Bring back the joy to my life Don't leave me here with these tears Come and kiss this pain away I can't forget the day you left Time is so unkind And life is so cruel without you here beside me

Work at the ministry became more tolerable over the next six months. Percy smiled at you more often and you couldn’t understand why. You didn’t look into it and simply smiled back. You flourished even more within the same time - you had got into a relationship with the one night stand you shared a shower with. The curly haired bookshop assistant grew on you and you didn’t mind, he often made you laugh so hard you burst into tears.

Whilst you were finding yourself, running with the wind, Fred had fallen apart completely. He overheard George spilling his guts, and finally realised why everything felt so wrong, why he wasn’t happy. You were the missing piece. His guilt and mistakes were eating him alive. He broke off the engagement - to his parents delight - and vowed on finding you and making everything right. George felt relieved that he had his own room because Fred’s cries were enough to make anyone feel ill.

Fred slept with the Irish scarf he bought you from the world cup, and he kept the patchwork blanket on his bedroom, refusing to bring it back downstairs.

Memories flashed back to him, the two of you in the tent, “Oh Fred are you sure?” you asked him as he put the scarf around your neck.

He chuckled and kissed your head, “Anything for you, my love!”

Then memories from the sofa flooded in, hurting him even more.

“I’m so in love with you,” you moaned, cupping his face while he made love to you.

He shook his head and came to his senses, angry that he put such a lovely girl in the firing line.

“Percy, Y/N works with you doesn’t she? Can you tell her I need to see her.” He later begged.

Percy refused, “That would be an incredibly inappropriate thing to do in the work place!”

Fred wrote you letters, but you never got them. The family refused to lend him their owl and Fred couldn’t understand muggle post. Getting desperate, he would stay in Diagon Alley trying to see where you were lurking after work, asking strangers if they had seen you, showing them the only picture he had of you.

“It’s going to be perfect here!” Your mum smiled looking around your large half unpacked apartment, “When will he be moving in?” She winked.

You finally saved up enough money to move out and you were planning on asking your boyfriend to move in if things continued to run smoothly. You had got your furniture, all you needed were the items left in the big green box from your bedroom. “I’ll collect them next week.”

Feeling brave with your partner, arms linked, the two of you visited George’s shop. He had sent you a letter letting you know when Fred wasn’t working and you felt confident that you wouldn’t bump into him.

“I’m so proud of you!” You cheered for George, giving him a hug.

After paying for your bits and bobs you previously saw in the design stages, you walked out of the shop and bumped into someone. Looking up to apologise, you realised it was Fred. He stared at you - both of you mirroring each other looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

You shook yourself out of the immediate shock Fred was still stuck in.

“Sorry,” you muttered, walking away, your boyfriend asking what his problem was.

Un-break my heart Say you'll love me again Undo this hurt you caused When you walked out the door And walked out of my life Un-cry these tears I cried so many nights Un-break my heart

Another week went by and Fred was going stir crazy. Customers in his shop who knew you both were whispering about how happy you were now. Him and George argued when he discovered the letter between you two.

Fred rifled through the stacks of letters and found your parents address where you no longer lived. He got on his broom, not caring if muggles saw him, and landed on the roof. He crawled down to your window and gave it a tap with his wand with a soft “Alohomora”.

Expecting to find you asleep, he discovered only disappointment that your room laid bare and empty. The bedside table had nothing but a folded photo lying face down on it, the bin on the floor full of parchment balls.

He unfolded the photo and put a hand over his mouth, seeing you and him moving during your morning walks. He bent down and grabbed a ball from the bin, unravelling the parchment. He cried reading the letters you had written him but never sent. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the green box on your bed and he went through it, more tears spilling down his face.

“I’ll just grab my box!” He heard you yell, walking upstairs.

Without giving him time to hide, you opened the door, revealing him standing in front of you. You held back a scream of shock and took a deep breath shaking your head, “Fred please - you can’t be here.”

Fred shook his head and cried, “I’m so sorry, for everything,” he made his way closer to you, “I got everything wrong, her, everything.”

Not wanting your parents to see him, you closed your bedroom door and locked it, your heart pounding. Tears fell from your eyes, the walls you put up against him crashing down, your hate for him melting away and your love for him surging inside.

“Why are you here?” you questioned him through your cries.

Fred walked over to you slowly not wanting to scare you off. This was the closest you had been to him since you bumped into him at the shop. The young man you fell in love with wrapped his arms around you, tangling his hands in your hair. You stayed still with your hands by your side.

“I’m in love with you.” Fred choked out between sobs. He pulled away and gently put your hands in his, your tear filled eyes getting lost in his.

“Fred- I can’t!” you shook your head crying, feeling weak at the words he said and the ones you replied with.

“Please,” Fred begged getting onto his knees, staring up at you, “please let me make things right.”

Don't leave me in all this pain Don't leave me out in the rain Bring back the nights when I held you beside me

“I think you look stunning,” Fred complimented you, soot spread out all over your nose.

You chuckled and sneaked a kiss on his lips, only to hear a loud thud on the desk in front of you.

“One weeks’ detention for the two of you,” Professor Snape snarled, “and fifty points will be deducted from your house.”

Un-break my heart Say you'll love me again Undo this hurt you caused When you walked out the door And walked out of my life Un-cry these tears I cried so many, many nights Oh, un-break my

“What do you mean you’re taking her instead of me!” you freaked out, throwing your earrings at the mirror.

“It’s just a bloody Yule Ball. Y/N. It doesn’t mean anything.” Fred argued.

“Well it does to me!” you argued back, “I’m guessing I was just your back up plan if she said no.”

Un-break my heart, oh baby Come back and say you love me Un-break my heart, sweet darlin' Without you I just can't go on

Fred held you in his arms, the two of you watching the muggle horror movie in amazement. You nuzzled your head into his neck, planting kisses on it softly. Fred let out a soft shaky moan, his hand making its way up your thigh. “We’ll need to be quiet,” he whispered, pulling your underwear off.

Can't go on (Say that you love me, say that you love me) (Tell me you love me, un-break my) (Say that you love me, say that you love me) (Tell me you love me, un-break my)

You stared at Fred, still trying to process what he said. You pursed your lips and stayed quiet getting lost in your thoughts. Fred noticed you were in shock and lost for words. He pulled out the scarf from his coat pocket and walked over to you, wrapping it around you.

You stared up at him, getting lost in those gorgeous eyes that you missed so much. You looked down at his lips and kissed him impulsively.

He kissed back.

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aressss1 · 3 years

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Through Fire and Ice Chapter 6

(Technoblade x Reader)

Chapter 6

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Phil was the first to wake up of the two in the back of the caravan. He slowly sat up using his good arm to push himself up. His eyes scanned over Techno. Techno’s face was peaceful as he slept. He was surprised that the half piglin had decided to sleep in the presence of the other two. Not that the other two were in the caravan with them but, that really was a testament that Techno was exhausted.

The caravan wasn’t moving anymore, and it was silent outside. Deciding to take a peek, Phil pulled back the fabric of the caravan, letting the harsh wind chill in for a moment, which he came to regret. Techno stirred at that. They were at their village. George and Sapnap nowhere in sight, they had taken the horses as well.

“Mate, I think they just left us out here.” Phil said to Techno who was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Not surprising.” Techno stretched his arms causing his joints to pop. Phil lets out a small hum, as he looked at the height of the snow on the roofs of the houses. There had to be at least two feet of snow, and it still was coming. The large flakes were still falling fast to the earth, with no end in sight. A thought had occurred to him and he let out a groan as he sat back on the wood of the caravan, causing Techno to look over at him curiously. “Uhh, you okay there?”

“The library,” Phil lamented, this caused Techno’s eyebrow to raise. Phil’s hand covered his face.

“You… Wanna go to our local library?” Techno questioned, his arms crossing over his chest for heat. “Phil… I gotta be honest here, I don’t have a library card.”

“No, the books in the stronghold library,” Phil clarified, his hand sliding down his face. “They might hold the key to stopping this.” Phil let out another pained groan. “Why didn’t I think about those books?”

“What books?” Ranboo popped his head into the caravan, scaring Philza and nearly making him topple over. Phil winced from the action and cradled his broken arm. “Whoa,” Ranboo eyed Phil’s arm. “Sorry Phil…” He apologized bowing his head.

“It’s alright mate.” Phil said gritting through the pain. “And to answer your question, I left the library in the stronghold untouched, whatever books are in there might be important. I was going to come back for them.” Phil said after the pain had started to subside.

“So… Let’s go get them?” Ranboo offered.

“You want to help me get the books from the library Ranboo?” Phil asked the enderling, the question making Ranboo light up as he nodded.

“Okay I get the fact that you want to go back to the library, but you need to heal your arm before anythin’.” Techno motioned at Phil’s arm. “It doesn’t make sense to go when you’re already at a disadvantage.”

“You’re going to have to wait a while Phil.” Ranboo spoke up. “The doctor, has been denying patients left and right.” Techno’s eyes snapped up to Ranboo’s eyes, the action making Ranboo uncomfortable and a small enderman noise could be heard, as he kept his eyes anywhere but Techno. Techno didn’t care.

“What do you mean?” Techno’s tone was serious. “How long has that been going on?” His brows furrow, as Ranboo hesitates.

“U-uh…” Ranboo’s voice wavered as he tried processing what he was going to say next. “There isn’t enough supplies to go around. People are dying because of the lack of health potions. We have already exhausted our bone meal for the melons.” Techno felt his eyes widen and he started to go through his chests that he had brought with him.

“You haven’t seen Dream?” He asked still sifting through his items.

“Last I saw him…” Ranboo paused. “I-uh… I can’t actually remember?” Ranboo said sheepishly. Techno sighed not finding any melons. He hung his head and stood up from his chests. His eye landing on the ender chest off to the side. ‘If I need to… I will.’ Techno thought to himself. Techno opened the ender chest, and he pulled out the only one of its kind he had ever found. An enchanted golden apple.

“Mate?” Phil eyed Techno warily.

“If nothing else will help her, this will Phil.” Techno gripped the shimmering golden apple in his hand.

“Those are pretty rare.” Phil cocked his head at Techno, a smirk coming to his lips. “You sure you want to just give it up like that?”

“…” Techno quickly hid the apple from sight, his eyes leveling with Phil. He didn’t even have an excuse. “What do you want me to say, Phil?” He bent and grabbed a red cloak from one of the chests and wrapped it around his shoulders. He liked the blue one better, but the red cloak made him come back to his roots.

“You don’t have to say anything mate.” He couldn’t hide the amusement from his voice. Ranboo spoke up shifting the topic back to what it was before. Techno couldn’t help but be appreciative of that.

“So, Phil, when did you want to go to that library?” Ranboo asked, making Phil hum in response.

“You see how deep that snow is?” Phil pointed to the rooftops he was looking at earlier. “We need to go soon,” Phil looked down at his arm. “I don’t think we have time to wait.”

“You wrote down the coordinates right Phil?” Ranboo asked. When Phil nodded, “Let’s just mine our way to the stronghold. Just in case we need to make multiple trips.” Phil nodded.

“That’s smart, Ranboo.” Phil pushed up from his seat with his good arm. “I nominate Techno to mine it out.” He clapped his hand on Techno’s shoulder. Techno couldn’t even argue with that. He wanted to make it up to Phil for the recent events.

“For you Phil… The world.” Techno stated, he stepped out of the caravan helping Phil out as well.

“Thanks mate. You should go check on your friend.” Phil put a tiny bit of emphasis on the word ‘friend’. Techno rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about your stuff, Kristin and I will keep it safe for you.” Phil patted Techno on the shoulder. After saying their goodbyes, Techno was swift on his feet, descending into the mine. He could see Sapnap and George climbing back up the stairs, but he paid them no mind. Hugging the wall, passing them on the stairs, he could hear their whispers, but he couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying.

“Techno,” Sapnap called as he turned to look at the half piglin. “We are going to put your chests on the ground so you can get them when you can, George and I are going to look for more survivors.” Techno didn’t even spare him a glance, only raised his hand, to show he heard them. Hearing the huff from Sapnap was the last of his worries. He probably would have gotten the same reaction if he had responded differently anyway.

It had taken a minute, but he finally found himself at the bottom of the staircase, the iron door in front of him almost intimidating. He wasted no time in flicking the lever and stepping through the now open door. His eyes flitted around taking in the scenery before him. People too busy at work to notice him. The cavern though manmade took on the shape like a huge ravine. Off in one corner of the cave, he spied the ray of a beacon shining bright.

‘Well, that explains how they dug all this out in such a short amount of time.’ Techno thought. Looking around at the busy scenery. He didn’t exactly know where to go from here. But he was sure he would find someone who could at least remember that they had seen Dream in the last few hours. Heading toward the beam of light he didn’t have to look to hard. There… Sitting on the wooden spruce step of an unfinished building was Dream… He was looking at his bloodied hands.

Being a hybrid, Techno could just tell… That, that was your blood. Every muscle in his body tensed up. Dream hadn’t noticed him yet.

‘She’s gone.’ The voices wailed in his mind, also demanding for Dreams blood. While he was struggling, to keep a more optimistic view, his heart sank. This didn’t mean she was gone but try telling the voices in his mind that. He stepped up in front of Dream, his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn’t wearing his mask, which was surprising even for Techno. He started wearing that mask ever since Techno scarred up that pretty boy face of his.

“Where is she Dream?” Techno’s monotone voice cut through the air, causing Dream’s eyes to flit up to Techno. Techno watched in amusement, as Dream’s face contorted into a look of animosity.

“Resting,” He stands eyes leveling with Techno. Techno breathes an inward sigh of relief. “I’m surprised to see you here, Techno.” Dream takes slow steps pacing on the step, his eyes never leaving Techno. “I thought you were just going to leave as soon as you got Phil here.”

“Well, you see Dream,” Techno started as he cocked his head to the side. “I have my business here; I can’t just leave. At least not yet. I also couldn’t wait to see how my handiwork on your face healed.” Techno’s eyes ran over Dreams scars striping his cheek and forehead, and finally to the one on the back of Dreams neck. That struck a nerve in Dream. Taking a few seconds Dream smiled, almost evilly.

“Hmmm, what do you think she will feel when she sees what you truly are.” Dream’s sweet voice hit him deep, though Techno refused to show it. “I guess a human and piglin aren’t totally unheard of, seeing that you had to come from somewhere. But what do you think she will feel, when the ‘Blood God’ turns into the bloodthirsty beast?” Rage boiled in his veins; the voices begged for Techno to shut him up. “Guess what Blood God.” Dream’s face contorted into a sneer, “When you have scared the living shit out of her, I will come to be there for her. Because I know, you will slip up.” Dream was still pacing his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Techno was fuming, his hands clenching under his cloak, not that Dream could see them. He was about to say something when a delicate hand landed on his shoulder interrupting the situation. Techno’s eyes scanned over to Nihachu, who had no idea what had been going on.

“Techno!” Niki looked genuinely happy to see him there, “I’m so glad you’re safe!”

“Same for you Niki.” Techno gave her a smile, his eyes landing back on Dream. “Dream was just about to take me to see someone.” Even though he was monotone, it held a warning that Dream could hear, loud and clear.

“Oh yes!” Niki clapped her hands together, “How has she been doing Dream?” Dream turned to Niki plastering a smile on his face.

“I patched her up,” Dream said, taking on a friendlier tone than before. “She’s doing a lot better now. Though, she’s still horribly sick,” Niki nodded, looking down in thought.

“Let’s get some food, I’m sure at this point we all need it.” Niki waved them inside the building behind Dream. Techno didn’t hesitate to look around for you. The enchanted golden apple weighing heavy in his pocket. “If she’s resting, she would be in the back room Techno.” Niki chuckled, taking note of his eagerness to see you. “Dream, will you help me set up my kitchen?” Niki turned her attention to Dream.

“Of course!” Dream followed Niki to a smoker in the corner of the room. Dreams eyes narrowing at Techno slightly when Niki wasn’t looking. Techno opted out of their conversation, his eyes looking at the entrance of the back room. Noticing the blood that had pooled on the stone in the middle of the room he avoids it. When he makes it to the entrance of the backroom, he had to duck his head from the doorway to enter.

There you were, sleeping peacefully on a pink bed. He very quietly walks to your side. He hates the worry he has for you… His want to protect you. But if he was being honest with himself, he loved the way you snuggled into him last night, even if it was for warmth. You didn’t look at him like a monster, even after seeing his face, his ears... He vowed that you would never see the other side that liked to come out in his blood thirst.

He sat on a wooden crate leaning his back against the wall, focusing on your ragged breathing. He could hear the activity from the other room. From Niki telling Dream to wash his hands to heavy furniture being moved. It wasn’t long before the smell of food made it to Techno’s nose. He was just going to have to wait for you to wake up. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes, wishing he had one of his books to read. He would wait as long as he needed to for you.

“Hey, wake up.” You felt a hand on your shoulder shaking you awake. Your eyes fluttered open to see Dream. He gave you a soft smile before he held out the item in his hands for you to take. He had a bowl of what looked to be rabbit stew. When your eyes focused on him you thankfully took the bowl of food. Your stomach was pleading for food. You took your first bite of the stew and you fell in love with the taste. It was absolutely perfect.

A woman, behind Dream catches your attention, she had handed Techno a bowl of his own. When your eyes land on Techno, you felt so happy. His eyes meet your gaze.

“Thank the gods,” You breathe out. You feel almost all the tensity in your body melt away.

“Nice to see you too.” You saw the small quirk of his mouth. Breathing out a sigh your eyes land back on the woman, who waved at you.

“Hi! I’m Niki.” She sat on the bed next to you. “It’s so nice to meet a friend of Techno’s!”

You shook her hand after you gave her your own name. After a few minutes of small talk and trying not to cough too much, you dug into your meal, with gusto. Everyone else followed suit. You really appreciated the warm liquid soothing your throat.

“Sorry it’s such a small amount everyone,” Niki apologized. “Rationing out food is something that’s going to happen for a while.” Techno leaned forward toward you with his bowl. You looked at him curiously and before you knew it, he was dumping half of his bowl into yours.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at him incredulously.

“You need to eat more so you gain your strength and get over this sickness.” He stated plainly, going back to eating what was in his own bowl. “Don’t argue with me on this. You’ll just tire yourself out.” Before you could say anything else. Dream spoke up.

“He’s right.” Dream pushed some of your hair out from your face. You felt a blush rise up your neck and spread on your cheeks when you looked into his eyes. “We just want the best for you.” Your eyes flicked back to Techno, who seemed to be staring down at the stone floor with an unreadable look in his eyes. Not liking having all the attention on you, you simply nodded.

“…Alright.” You gave in. The next few minutes were spent talking with the people around you. It felt… Nice. The last time you had relied on someone was awful, and you hoped it wouldn’t turn into that type of situation again. You couldn’t take it. The whole time you, Dream, and Niki chatted Techno was silent, he would give his input here and there, but… You wanted to talk to him. Alone. You wanted to thank him for everything. You supposed there was time to do it at a later day, you promised yourself you would.

There would be time where you could do that… Right?

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blueeyedgeorgie · 3 years

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MCYT Royal AU (2)

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short! I just knew it’d be the best for this chapter to end the way it does!

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.9k+

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"If you need her, she'll be preparing for bed in her chambers." Y/n smiled, looking to the blonde standing beside her. Niki was her nurse, yet she was also the princess's best friend. Throughout her lonely days, Niki was always there to make her days brighter.

"Alright, you're excused, you two," Schlatt spoke with a typical bored look on his face. Y/n had already gotten the chance to say goodnight to her fiance, they had spent most of the night together. It seemed like the only time they were apart was when Y/n had spent a few songs on the dance floor with the green-eyed stranger.

Even now, the princess couldn't help but think of the man. She hadn't seen him for the rest of the night, where had he run off to? Maybe he had only been a figure of imagination and she had easily gotten lost in her thoughts for a short time. It seemed impossible for her to come up with how attractive he had been, the green-eyed man had to be real.

"Y/n, what are you thinking about? You seem to have lost yourself in thought once again." Y/n snapped her head to the left as she walked, Niki had pulled her away from her train of thought.

"Oh, Niki... I can't decide whether or not I'm crazy." With a huff of breath, the h/c girl looked down at her hands. She began to pick at them again as they walked.

"What's going on? Maybe I can help decide if you're a madwoman or not."

"I could've sworn I danced with a stranger tonight. But I'm beginning to doubt myself. Maybe I'm just crazy."

"With a stranger?" A playful smile widened on the blonde's face, "Yes, you are a madwoman. I'm certain the king or Lord Technoblade would've ended a stranger's life tonight if they were caught dancing with you."

"He seemed to be too good to be true."

"He?" Niki raised a brow from confusion, "Y/n, did you not meet your fiance tonight?"

"I did-"

"So he's not a stranger."

"I... no Niki, I'm not referring to Prince George," Y/n shook her head, her stomach felt suddenly a bit ill. "There was another man... he towered over me, his hair was practically golden silk, his eyes were olive green. He seemed to be the type of man to only exist in fairytales."

"Wow, I'm not exactly sure what to say..."

Pausing, Y/n grabbed onto Niki's arm, stopping her pace. "Promise not to tell anyone?"

"You have my word that this will stay between us."

His grip tightened on the blade, this was the first step. When it came to pulling off plans like these, he had always been so careful. He would spend days plotting out destruction before putting it into action.

Techno was light on his feet as he walked, the last thing he wanted was to have an unwanted guest to appear. It had been weeks since he had last killed a man, but tonight he was going to get his hands bloody once again.

He had worked so hard to reach where he was today. He had been planning for one thing and one thing only: to overthrow the king and cause havoc for the Kingdom. It had all gone well until months ago when he had first received news of Y/n's arranged engagement.

But it was alright, he would be able to fix everything and go back to his original plan. All he needed was to get a moment to assassinate the one boy standing in his way from moving forward: Prince George. It would be quick and simple; a quick slash across the throat before framing it as a suicide. Schlatt may look for a new fiance for his daughter, but at least Technoblade would have a bit of time to play his cards right.

This was it. This was Prince George's room where he would be fast asleep. The door creaked open, wide enough for Techno to enter. As he passed through, his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. A fire crackled in the corner of the room, the only source of light.

A be fit for a king sat on the opposite side of the room. There the prince laid, his chest falling and rising as he was fast asleep. It was all too perfect.

Staring down at the prince, Techno stood right by his bed. He could feel seconds running past him as he watched the brunette. He could've ended his life quickly, but it seemed like something was stopping him. Maybe it was the memories from earlier that night... the way Y/n smiled at her fiance, the way she laughed at his witty remarks, and blushed at his compliments. She was happy with him...

"Your highness?"

Oh no.

"I'm truly impressed with how you handled tonight, not one fight." In the middle of the party, Sap Nap and his much taller friend had become bored. Deciding to steal a bottle of rum and escaping from the ballroom, they had disappeared into the garden for a bit of light banter.

The green-eyed man couldn't help but chuckle at the knight's joke. "I know, I know. How strange was it to not try and chase me?"

"Just wait until the day I catch you."

"That day will never come, my friend. You know that." He glanced over his shoulder, looking to the garden walls. They were high, but he could easily escape if he wished. "Has the party come to an end already? It seems awfully quiet."

"Most likely, I-" Sap Nap paused, looking over his shoulder for a moment. He was the only one who had heard it. Laughter. For a moment, the pair glanced at one another. An unreadable look appeared on the green-eyed man's face, he put a finger to his mouth, implying it was time to be quiet. Steadily, he made his way towards the laughter.

As he followed the voices, he had noticed two different things; one voice had seemed so familiar. Meanwhile, a light had appeared on the path. There had to be a balcony or bridge of some sort.

Looking up he spotted the balcony. Two women stood by each other right on the edge. As fast as possible, the green-eyed man pushed himself against the castle wall, out of sight.

"I-" Y/n paused, interrupted by a noise from the garden. For a moment, the pair glanced out at the bushes. "Anyways, I think it's time for me to rest. I'll speak to you tomorrow, Niki."

The green-eyed man held himself against the wall, listening carefully for the door to open and shut. Just before he got the chance to move again, he heard a few footsteps follow back out to the balcony with a sigh. "What a night... the dancing, the drinks, all of it. But there is one thing left on my mind... I wonder where the green-eyed man is now, what a dream he was."

The green-eyed man tensed. She was speaking about him? Glancing around, it seemed the coast was clear. he pushed himself away from the wall, turning to look up at the balcony. "Your highness."

She jumped at the sight of him, he had appeared out of nowhere. "Am I drunk? Or is that really you?"

"It is me!"

Y/n glanced over her shoulder, making sure her bedroom was completely empty before looking back down at her new friend. "How did you get here? The walls are too strong and too high to be climbed, surely my knightsmen would kill you for trying to sneak through the castle."

"Let's just say this isn't my first time sneaking around," he replied with a sheepish grin and a small shrug.

"You never fail to make me swoon." The green-eyed man could feel his heart race from that sentence, his smile grew. "But please, tell me why you are here." She glanced down at him, returning the smile.

"I just wished to see you once again, your highness."

"Please, call me Y/n. But what may I call you, sir?"

"I..." He hesitated. Only two people knew his name, two people he had trusted everything with. His dear friend, Nick, and an old friend he hadn't spoken to since childhood. Would he be so willing to give his actual name to her? Usually, this wasn't a big debate for him, so why was it so hard for him to decide?

"Y/n?"

Turning to face the door, Y/n was face to face with her friend again. Niki.

"Hi Niki, what are you doing here? Not to come off as rude, but I thought I was going to be left alone for the rest of the night?" She stepped away from the balcony, entering her bedroom again. Y/n just wanted to keep Niki away from the garden just in case of the chance she would spot the mystery man.

"I just wanted to come by to collect the tea set, I know someone will be mad at me if I don't return showing I was doing something useful for you."

"Oh," the princess let out a brief laugh as a response. "I understand, if it makes things easier for you, don't hesitate to interrupt me. I know things can be hard with the head-house maid. She's never had a soft spot for you."

"I know, what a pain." Picking up the tray, Niki paused. Her eyes connected with the princess. For a moment, the two looked at each other as a strange tension appeared from nowhere. It seemed like Niki was searching, for what? Y/n wasn't quite sure. Seconds of silence passed before it was interrupted by Niki speaking once again. "Are you alright, Y/n? You look as pale as a ghost."

"What? I'm fine, just a bit tired, that's all." Y/n was quick to respond, brushing a hand through her hair. "Need anything else, Niki?"

"No... you should really get into bed though, Y/n. It's getting late, I know you have to spend some time with Prince George tomorrow and you'll have a few errands on your schedule as well."

"Alright, goodnight Niki."

"Goodnight, Y/n."

As soon as the door closed and her friend was out of sight, Y/n rushed back out to the balcony. Her eyes scanned over the garden, yet there was no sign of him. She was only gone for a minute, how could he disappear that quick? It was a dark night, but he couldn't possibly hide away in plain sight that easily. After a few more minutes of checking over the garden, the h/c girl eventually gave up, returning to her room.

Letting out a sigh, the green-eyed man watched her enter her room once again. He knew if they were going to continue their conversation, there would be a chance of her wanting his name. He couldn't even give it to her. She was the princess, one wrong move and she could expose him to her father and he'd have his head on a platter.

Once she was obviously hidden away in her room, the green-eyed man stepped out of his hiding spot, beginning to head back to his friend. As he walked, one sentence played over and over again in his mind; 'I wonder where the green-eyed man is now, what a dream he was.' He couldn't stop thinking about what she had said. 'what a dream he was.' His gut would fill with butterflies as he thought about it over and over again. Out of nowhere, it had finally hit him. Dream. His name was Dream.

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redhoodieone · 4 years

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Wrong Number Part 2

A/N: Here’s Part 2! Uh…I don’t really know what to say other than…enjoy it! Hopefully, I can post Part 3 sometime next week.

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content, Text Message Nudes, and Mutual Masturbation.

I’m in complete shock. I know I’m frozen because I can’t literally take my eyes off the text message Jason sent to me. It’s clear; it’s in black and white, staring right at me.

Do you ever think we’ll meet each other?

He wants to meet me. Jason wants to meet me in person!

I want to text him back, but my mind is full of many ridiculous questions and the fears of Jason being a serial killer, or rapist, or just an insane Arkham escapee blows up in my head.

Before I knew it, I see the three bubbles on my screen.

I’m sorry. That was selfish of me to ask you that even though we’re still practically strangers to each other. Forget I asked, please?

My heart suddenly hurts like fuck. The pain I’m instantly feeling is very familiar. A broken heart?

It’s pure agony when I notice Jason texting me again.

I’m not going to be able to text tonight, sweetheart. I’m working late with my brothers. I’ll text you tomorrow. Have a good night. Sweet dreams.

I can’t believe I did this. How could I do this to a guy who’s been so funny, so sweet, and such a good friend in only just four days through text messages?

I seriously fucked up. And now I have no one to talk to until I fall asleep.

And as strange as it is, I only sleep well after I talk to him.

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And true to his word, Jason texts me at five in the morning, only to let me know he made it home safe after working with his brothers.

We only spoke about our jobs once. He told me he works alongside police officers and tracks down criminals and helps brings justice to the city. He seemed almost hesitant to tell me and turned the conversation to me as if he doesn’t like talking about work. He made it clear that he would rather keep his work private, and I didn’t push him to tell me more. I didn’t want to ask a lot of questions, even if I’m sometimes curious about it, because I wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable about it.

I had told him I’m a waitress at the local diner just a block away from GCPD, and how I’m a late-night writer who dreams of publishing my novel on love and loss. And after I confessed about the book I wrote to Jason, I noticed he was very enthusiastic about that and even told me he wants to read it.

And as the shy and insecure person that I am, I became embarrassed and said no.

That only fueled the fire between us. Jason went on to explain he loves to read. His favorite literature consists of Shakespeare (particularly Hamlet), George Orwell’s 1984 and Animal Farm, and even poetry from Edgar Allen Poe.

He even went into depth of how The Tell-Tale Heart mirrors his own reflection of life and stuck with him during a depressing time in his life.

It wasn’t until after we shared our love for literature that I found myself falling for Jason. As ridiculous and insane as that sounds, I couldn’t help but feel as if he’s the missing piece in my life.

It’s as if he’s the words to my story.

Important, but very valuable to a writer.

I was basically on a high that had me grinning like an idiot, giggling like a moron, and jumping in my seat as my stomach twists and turns like a roller coaster, when Jason refused to take no for an answer after I said he couldn’t read my novel. He even said his dad has connections to businesses in Gotham and could even help me get it published.

As much as I would want that, I couldn’t help but feel that it seems too good to be true. What if his dad took my novel and publish it as his own? What if I get cheated out of a contract and didn’t get paid fairly like I should? What if it’s basically a soul-sucking scam to just fuck my entire life up?

Jason must have sensed my hesitation after that, because he then began to tell me about his brothers.

How his older brother Dick still treats him like a kid, even though Jason is taller and stronger than him.

How his younger brother Tim is a computer nerd and often geeks out over the oddest things.

And how his youngest brother Damian is really a demon spawn, who tries to be tough shit, but is really a soft teddy bear.

He even has a sassy but wise butler, Alfred, who frightens him and sometimes reminds him of Vito Corleone from The Godfather. But the older man loves Jason as much as his dad, Bruce.

The stories about Jason’s family are the best. I always find myself excited to see what he texts me about his family.

How he and his brothers fight over their dad’s car, how they wrestle and spar to see who’s the strongest one, and how whenever one’s in trouble, the other three are already finding ways to save or bail the troubled one out.

It all makes me feel good to know they’re a close family. Especially when my cold, harsh reality reminds me I don’t have a family.

My parents died when I was just fifteen years old. I was in the school library alone during afterhours; reading on a beanbag chair because I didn’t want to go home. At that particular time, my parents were hanging around a different crowd. A crowd that was into drugs and gambling, and possibly other illegal activities I don’t even know about.

So, I chose to stay in the school library that night, sitting in my favorite beanbag chair the librarian allows me to use, reading a favorite horror book, munching away on a hot pocket (a snack also from the librarian), and just enjoy the silence but comfortable environment I would call home.

Then I was told they died in a car accident, but after eavesdropping on Commissioner Gordon and the other cops, I heard there could have been a hit on them.

The car accident happened only a block away from our apartment.

The brakes were cut.

The car was burning too much oil.

The airbags were taken out.

Many noticeable factors couldn’t pinpoint the real crime. Eventually, they just called it a “car accident”, and everything fishy about the case was ignored and never brought up again.

I suffered and struggled a lot in foster homes until I turned 18. I didn’t have any other family members to get into contact with, so I had to make do with the foster care system. After being shipped to three unstable and cruel homes, the last family only dealt with me until I turned 18 and I was soon kicked out. I did get lucky enough to get a job at the diner I’m working at since the new manager needed a pretty young girl to serve the customers.

I even went to Gotham Community College for a year but dropped out when I couldn’t pass any math and science classes.

It was fucking hard.

Science was confusing as hell.

Math was just evil and useless.

I hated those classes so much.

I only passed my English classes because reading and writing only made sense to me.

I even took a creative writing class and poetry class only to discover I want to write.

I want to be a writer.

So, I dropped out of college and decided to work full time at the diner as a waitress. Since no one wants to live and work in Gotham, I’m lucky enough to work morning and night without any issues. As dangerous and scary Gotham can be, I have nowhere else to go, so that’s why I stay here.

Maybe that’s why I’m eager to meet Jason. After everything I’ve been through, maybe I do need a little unpredictability.

Chances.

Risks.

The more I consider meeting Jason, the more I can imagine him being my family.

Or being a part of his.

Maybe.

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“You’re not going to meet him, right???” Stacey raises her voice at me in sheer annoyance and panic. She crosses her arms and glares at me to answer her. “Right, Y/N???”

I sigh as softly as I can while wiping down the booths and tables for the night. In the midst of a battle, I find myself growling with irritation when I can’t wipe away the sticky maple syrup spills on the hard surface.

“He could be a fat, old man who picks up on teenage girls! He’s probably some 40-year-old loser who still lives on his mom’s basement playing Street Fighter with kids! What if he tricks you into meeting up in a hotel room and has his way with you? Then what, Y/N?! Does that sound like a good idea to you?!” Stacey snaps.

I exhale deeply and stand up straight; after leaning over the table to reach the opposite side for some time. Turning around, I face Stacey Patterson, a tall, petite, pretty blonde, fresh face girl straight out of high school. She’s a waitress like me, and after only working here for a year, we’ve become close friends; always looking after each other in dangerous Gotham City.

“I didn’t say I was going to meet him, Stacey. We’re just talking about it,” I answer timidly.

Despite being five years older than Stacey, she still intimidates the hell out of me. Whether it’s her 5’11 height, loud voice, or natural evil glare, I can never speak up or defend myself. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t take a stand.

Because what if I actually piss her off? What if she stops being my friend?

Because I don’t think I could live in Gotham and not have any friends and not know anyone.

Stacey is like my best friend, and her friends Amber and Holly hang out in our group. Stacey even says they’re my friends, too, even though I clearly know they only put up with me because of her.

And if Amber and Holly aren’t my friends, then I’ll just have Stacey. And if I don’t have Stacey, I’ll only have Jason.

And who knows if Jason is who he says he is, and if he’s even real.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Y/N! You’re totally thinking about Jason! You’re thinking about meeting up with him because I could see it in your eyes!” Stacey declares. She waves her arms around to emphasize her point. “You like this guy! You have feelings for a guy you’ve never even met!”

“That is not true,” I argue weakly.

“Yes, it is! And we don’t even know if it’s a guy!”

“Jason is a guy, and I can tell!”

“Oh, really? How? Do tell.”

I stare at Stacey with a serious expression, except my cheeks are burning with embarrassment as usual. “He...comes off like a guy. I know he is. I can tell through his text messages,” I say.

“Anybody can sound like anyone through text messages. That’s how people catfish victims online!” Stacey argues.

“I’m a writer, Stacey. I just...have a feeling, okay? I know Jason says who he is, and I believe him,” I say strongly, as I push a lose strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m doing this the smart way, too. When he and I decide when we should meet up, I’ll let you know. Maybe we can make it a group thing. I bring a friend. He brings a friend.”

Stacey sighs in defeat when she realizes I’m not backing down. She glances up at me with a stern face. “Fine. When you two decide when you’re both going to meet up, I’ll be there. I’ll be there to make sure he’s not on America’s Most Wanted, and to make sure he doesn’t try to lure you to his mom’s basement. BUT...you have to go on a date. A REAL date with a guy we both know, AND who could be good for you,” she states loudly and clearly.

“But Stacey-”

“Hey! Only until this Jason guy comes to Gotham and we meet him! Until then, I want you to give this guy a chance. A fair chance! For me...please???” Stacey pleads. She pouts and gives me her puppy dog eyes, which she knows I always give in to.

I’m too nice. Mom always said I was too nice, and that one day it’ll get me in trouble.

I’m still wondering when that’ll happen.

“Okay, I’ll give this guy a chance. I swear I will,” I promise and salute her. “But who’s the guy?”

Stacey grins in success and hugs me tightly. “Good! Because you’re like my sister, Y/N, and I just want to see you happy. You deserve it,” she says softly. “And it’s Chace. Remember him? He’s the drummer from, WakeHell. He moved in right next door to me, and I know you two will hit it off right!”

Chace????

Oh yeah. I know him.

He’s a total bad boy. A bad boy I don’t even think I could deal with.

I force a smile but then frown, because the only guy in my life who makes me happy is Jason.

Who I only text.

Who I haven’t even met.

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The next day is a lazy day since it’s my day off. I spent the majority of it sleeping, doing laundry, and just doing minor cleaning around my apartment until it’s 9:00 P.M.

And Cruel Intentions is on TV.

Lying on the couch with my second glass of Vodka Cranberry, I find myself really buzzed and horny. Ryan Phillippe back then was hot, and him making out with Reese Witherspoon is doing things to me.

My phone bings. It’s Jason.

What are you up to tonight, sweetheart?

Just a night in, a cup of glasses of vodka and cranberry, and Cruel Intentions is on TV.

I barely realize I’m buzzed and texting Jason. But my horny side doesn’t care.

I sorry I’m buzzed right now lol.

LOL no worries. I just came back from the bar with my brothers. We had a successful night and decided to get some drinks. We even had Tim and Damian use fake I.D’s.

I laugh and snort. Thank God no one heard me do that.

That’s good...we wouldn’t want Tim and Damian to be left out. They’re your baby brothers, Jay.

Jay? I really like it when you call me that. And I especially like you buzzed. LOL.

I like me buzzed too! I think I’m way more fun and free!

LOL!!! Exactly, princess!

I smile down at my phone. I love it when he calls me princess.

You said you’re watching Cruel Intentions? I just found it on TV. Wow...this movie’s old LOL.

Shut up!!! I find young Ryan Phillppe sexy in this movie!

You seriously find him sexy??? The guy’s a whiny brat! A pussy! Fuck, this movie woulda been sexier if we actually saw the douchebag eat out Cecile and saw him fuck Annette AND Kathryn!

I gasp out loud and giggle.

Then it would have been a porno! Not a movie! Hahaha!!!!

That’s fine with me, princess!

I softly whimper at just the thought of Jason watching porn. Closing my eyes, I imagine how he would sound, touch himself, and look when he’s pleasuring himself.

My eyes shoot open when I hear Sebastian telling Cecile he wants to kiss her…down there. I quickly turn my attention to the TV and watch the movie. Even though he takes advantage of a clueless, drunk girl in the movie, just the thought of him eating her out makes me clench my thighs.

It’s been too long. WAY TOO LONG!

The last guy I was seeing didn’t like to eat me out; claimed it was disgusting and unnecessary to do before sex.

As if sucking his dick was glamorous AND fun!

My thoughts are interrupted when Jason texts me.

You’re quiet tonight…does this scene turn you on???

The laughing emojis he texts me should hurt my feelings since I can easily be embarrassed over sexual things but…he’s right.

I’m turned on with just the thought of getting eaten out.

I boldly text Jack back. Unashamed and VERY buzzed.

You have no idea. Just imagining him eating me out, writing the alphabet with his tongue, and making me have an explosion is making me wet my panties right now.

I laugh to myself just seeing that Jason read my text message and is responding fast. The texting bubbles have never looked so good.

You’re…you’re wet right now????

Yes. Soooo fucking wet.

A surge of drunken confidence hits me, and I quickly shove off my pajama shorts until they’re on the floor. In just my white tank top and pink panties, I bravely slip my fingers into my damp panties and rub the wetness against my sensitive clit.

And with my other hand, I raise my cell phone and snap a picture of fingers in my wet panties.

And I send the picture to Jason.

I bite my lip in anticipation when I see he read my text message and saw my picture. The texting bubbles do not appear on the screen. He’s not texting me back.

Frowning, I wonder if I freaked Jason out. Maybe I crossed the line. Maybe I made him uncomfortable. Maybe I’m just not sexy.

Suddenly, my phone beeps. Unlocking my cell phone screen, I see two text messages AND a picture.

Oh, fuck sweetheart…that’s fucking sexy. You’re fucking sexy…

Jason sends me a picture of him wearing his boxer briefs, and his hand holding his hard, thick cock, showing me the outline and shape of his boner.

Delicious. I can feel my pussy clench just from imagining Jason fucking me with his cock.

Fuck doll...you’re doing this to me.

I whimper pathetically and can’t help but continue to rub my clit and respond back. I can see my juices staining my panties.

Are you touching yourself too?

Fuck yeah. Just seeing your fingers playing with your wet, pretty pussy got me hard. I’m jacking off to your picture.

Would you want me like I want you?

Fuck yes, sweetheart. I probably want you more than you want me.

I slip a finger inside my pussy and moan. My thumb runs fast hard circles on my clit, and I’m soon pushing in two fingers. I’m fucking myself crazy, but I imagine Jason is finger fucking me because my fingers wouldn’t get me off so fast.

And his fingers are thick. His hands are fucking huge!

I bite my bottom lip. “Fuck...I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” I whisper to myself. I snap another picture of my fingers shoved in my pussy, and how I’ve gotten wetter. I send him the picture with the truth.

I need to cum so bad. I wish it was you touching me.

Yeah? What would you want me to do to you, doll?

Fuck that picture’s so hot.

I’d want you to finger me. Eat me out. Fuck me hard.

Jason sends me another picture of him stroking his cock but with his hand in his underwear. I can see a wet spot where his tip is; stained with his precum. I want a taste of it so badly.

Fuck I would baby. Your pussy looks so good enough to eat. I’d fucking eat you out until you can’t cum anymore. I bet you taste delicious.

Oh fuck…I’m so close. I want your cock so bad, Jay. You’re gonna make me cum…

Rub your clit harder baby. Fuck your pussy fast and hard with your fingers. Imagine they’re my fingers, baby. I’d fuck you so hard and deep.

I want to see your cum, okay? Take a picture of that pretty pussy and show me what I did to you.

I do what Jason says. Behind his words, I can feel his authority. Even though I can’t hear Jason’s voice, just reading his words makes me burst like fireworks. My thumb rubs my clit harder, and I crook my fingers just right until I push against my g-spot until I cum. My orgasm is intense, and I force myself to snap a picture of my soaked underwear and fingers. I sent it to him with a lazy smile.

My phone beeps. Jason sent me a picture of his thick, juicy, cum covering his abdominal muscles. I smile a little with pride.

Fuck that was hot, sweetheart. I needed that.

Me too. Now, I’m sleepy.

LOL, I’m tired too. Get some sleep, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.

Okay…goodnight Jay.

I roll over onto my side and shut off the TV. Pulling my UGG throw blanket over my body, I snuggle up to fall asleep. My phone beeps again. Opening one eye, I reach over to read the text message.

Goodnight doll. Sweet dreams.

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they were roommates - part four

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

summary: she had nowhere to go, fleeing home to pursue something along the lines of freedom, so being welcomed into the entrepreneurial twins life was a whole world of new experiences waiting to happen.

an: thank you for all the lovely messages i’ve been getting lately, everyone has been overwhelmingly sweet it’s great, love u always <333

words: 4,456

“Are you sure you’ll be okay here?” George asked the girl, who was taking a well-deserved rest on the sofa with a magazine propped up on her knees.

“Yes, you don’t need to worry. I’ll let you know if anything happens.” She chuckled, seeing how nervous they were about leaving her, even if it was just for one evening.

“Do you really want to be left all alone?” Fred seemed concerned, “With the ghosts?” He teased.

“Stop it freddie,” She groaned, knowing better than to believe him, but fully aware that every noise would spook her now. “Now, go. Both of you,” She swotted the man’s shoulder as George joined him in the living room. “And say hi to Ginny for me, tell her I miss her.”

“God, anyone would think you like her more than us!” They huffed, taking their place in the fireplace with handfuls of floo powder.

“Well-” She started, seeing the men’s faces drop in unison. “I’m kidding, I could never.” The girl grinned, waving goodbye as they announced their family home and left for the night.

Suddenly the loft felt very empty, and spooky. Maybe Fred was telling the truth about the ghosts?

The twins landed in their mother’s fireplace, dusting off their smart jackets with a sniffle. It always was a hassle to use the floo line home, that damn chimney was blocked up with all sorts that clogged their noses.

“Darlings!” Mrs Weasley called out, dragging them into a room and yet another hurried hug as she had no time to spare with dinner ready in only a few minutes.

“Sorry we’re a bit late.” Fred apologised, smacking Ron on the back of the head lightly as he walked past.

“Wanker,” His little brother mumbled, ignoring them.

“That’s okay, as long as you’re here.” Molly replied, using her wand to direct a multiple of bowls onto the table before them.

Ginny sat in between Harry and Hermione, who had made it a habit of theirs to join in on family dinners at the Weasley’s. Not that anyone ever complained, the more the merrier eh?

“Y/n says she misses you,” George whispered to his sister, not wanting the bombardment of questions about their houseguest until a little bit later.

“Tell her I’ll have a day off soon, hermione and I will swing by and we can go shopping or something.”

“You’ve told Hermione about her?” Fred chimed in, obviously a bit worried.

“Well of course I have, she can’t wait to meet her.” She gushed, excited to share her new friend with her oldest friend.

“Oh great well that means Ron will-”

“So... who’s y/n?” Their youngest brother asked from beside the twins, wide eyed with innocent curiosity, catching everyone in the room’s attention.

Mrs Weasley whipped her head around.

“A girl? Have one of you got a girlfriend, why didn’t you tell me?” She started up on her assumptions, knowing that her sons were awful at telling her about their lives.

“Thanks a lot, idiot.” The twins groaned at Ron, who seemed just as confused as ever.

“Well, which one of you?” Molly continued, taking her seat at the other end of the table to Mr Weasley, who beamed silently. Wanting to hear the gossip as much as his wife did.

“Y/n isn’t a girlfriend mum, she’s staying with us for a while.” George took charge, keeping a straight face as he explained the facts to the rest of the family.

“What do you mean staying with you, where did you find her.”

“She’s not a stray dog mum!” Ginny laughed, taking a spoonful of roast potatoes and lumping them onto her plate.

“She used to work with Neville and his wife Hannah, you remember her right?” Fred joined in.

“Oh yes, lovely lady, beautiful hair!”

“Well, they couldn’t afford to keep her on. And she was living there until she could find somewhere more permanent to live,”

“What about her parents, surely they wouldn’t leave her homeless?” Molly asked, pouring herself a much-deserved glass of wine before passing the bottle around.

“Well, a-about that.” George started, but he seemed unsure on how to explain it to his family without giving out the girl’s private information.

“All we know is that she ran away from home because she needed to.”

“And you trust that!” Ron scoffed, earning a kick from Ginny and a glare from Hermione.

“She’s lovely, and yes she can be trusted- how else would she have gotten a job with neville if not?” Their sister came to her defense, shutting the youngest brother up with one breath.

“Thanks Gin,” George whispered.

“Well, I think that’s a lovely thing you’ve done boys.” Molly chirped up, “I’m proud of you both for being so charitable.”

“Yes, very good.” Mr Weasley mumbled, urged on by his wife’s awaiting gaze. “Just be careful, she is a stranger after all.”

“I think it’s y/n who should be careful around these two.” Ron chuckled, earning a harsh kick from his fiance under the table.

The family chatted all the way through dinner, telling stories of their work and their friends until all the food was gone and Harry helped Molly to clear up while the rest settled in the living room, next to a roaring fire.

“Your mother has been begging him to visit for weeks now, but he’s been tied up at the bank with yet another break in.” Arthur explained to his kids, telling them about Bill’s recent absence.

“Have they not updated their wards? Gringotts is the hardest to get into, it doesn’t make sense?” Hermione frowned, shaking her head.

“Luckily nothing was stolen, I think whoever did it got scared off before they made it to the vaults.”

“That’s odd, if anything vaults are easier to break into.” Ron was just as confused as his counterpart.

“Well yes, you lot would know wouldn’t you.” fred teased, squeezing Harry’s shoulder who sat by the fire in front of him.

“We could do a better job.” The boy with glasses chuckled.

“Just be careful, if these thieves are in the alley then there’s a chance they could target the shops next.” Mr Weasley warned them, knowing their business was known to be the one doing the best in diagon alley.

The twins nodded in response, sharing a small worry for the girl they had left behind in the loft. Fred thought about bringing it up to his brother, but decided against it the second everyone’s conversation topic changed.

“We won’t stay too long then.” George whispered to him, assuring him that he too was concerned about leaving y/n alone with the risk of someone breaking in. But even as the family laughed over stories, old and new, Fred couldn’t help but grow restless.

The longer they were there, comfortable and happy, the longer the girl was alone and vulnerable. He knew if he mentioned it again that George would grow suspicious of his feelings for the girl, whom he blatantly presumed could defend herself by the way he accepted yet another drink from his father.

If he hadn’t been such a wimp about it, he could have just put George in his place and been open about the way he liked the girl. But now he had to keep quiet, for his own sanity.

Another hour or so later the twins finally said their goodbyes, promising their mother that y/n would come along with them next week so everyone could meet her, and left the burrow to return to the loft where y/n had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

George chuckled, creeping over to her while Fred was distracted by the sight of her face yet again and picked her up into his arms.

“I’ll take her downstairs, Freddie, can you turn all the lights off up here?” He asked, letting the girl fall into his chest.

Fred hated how perfect they looked together, how George hadn’t even hesitated to hold her himself, how she slotted into his arms so simply. He hated that all of this bothered him, that he was pitting himself against his double, who hadn’t even shown any signs of wanting her.

Still he watched them leave, disappear down the steps and into the darkness. He considered waiting, with the hope that he could listen in on any conversation but realised that might be a bit much and sloped away to his bedroom, mumbling a quick “nox” as he went.

The more days that passed, the easier y/n fitted into the twins’ day to day life. She was a saint in the shop, and loyal customers got to know her and like just as quickly as the two men had done so.

Her little room was a godsend on her back, but in the evenings she stayed up in the loft with them, very rarely wanting time alone unless she was particularly exhausted. Which only made things harder for Fred, who seemed to grow more and more jealous around the girl.

He hadn’t realised how bad it had gotten, however, until Bill graced them all with his presence one afternoon while they were shutting up the shop. He had, of course, heard news of their guest from Ron and decided to find out all he could for himself while he wasn’t busy.

“She’s not here right now, we just sent her to the shop for dinner,” Fred told him, cashing up the till with a concentrated look. His older brother leant on the counter, still dressed in his fancy bank suit, having come straight from work.

“Not sure what she’s cooking, no doubt it’ll be good though,” George chuckled, stacking more things onto the shelves nearby.

“Apparently Ginny likes her, is that true?” He asked them, to which they both nodded. “Wow, she must be great then- never met anyone else with better character jugement, well except myself of course.”

Fred rolled his eyes at Bill, always one to be humble.

“She’s pretty great.” He assured, ignoring George’s weird look.

“Shame I missed her, guess I’ll have to find out for myself at dinner on friday.”

“You’re coming to the burrow?” George laughed, amazed that he finally had time.

“Yeah well, we haven’t had much progress with these break ins so there’s no point trying to force it. The aurors have taken over as it is, we’ve done all we can.”

“Which reminds me, I need to update our wards Georgie.”

“Again, I only did it a couple days ago!”

“No point taking chances, what dad said was right- they could easily target other businesses next.” Fred huffed, his brother accepting defeat.

Their attention was caught by the sound of the front door tinkling open, a jingle of keys telling them that y/n was finally back.

“Here she is!” Bill announced, greeting her with a charming smile and confident tone. The girl seemed surprised, her smile awkward and a little confused.

“This is our big brother, Bill.” Fred explained, offering to take the heavy bags from her. She smiled, making sure to lock eyes with him as he stepped back again.

“Hello Bill, it’s lovely to meet you.” Now she was more relaxed, her shoulders dropping as he spoke to her and asked her plenty of questions about herself, all the while leaning suavely against the counter.

Fred wanted to go over and drag her away, tell her that bill was way too old for her. But all he could do was stand and watch as she giggled away at every other comment he made, her eyes scanning him all the time that he was there.

“I better take this all upstairs-” She reached for the bags that were in his hand, but he stepped up onto the stairs.

“N-no it’s alright, I’ll go.” At least he wouldn’t have to hide his anger around them much longer.

Only a couple minutes later she joined him in the loft, her cheeks rosy and her eyes sparkly as she smiled at him in the kitchen.

“You okay?” Fred asked her.

“Yeah, George is saying goodbye to your brother. I said I’d come help.” She grinned, setting up a chopping board right beside him.

“You didn’t have to.” He nudged her shoulder playfully, making her giggle, the same way Bill had done.

“I wanted to, silly, plus I feel like I barely saw you all day- it was weird.”

Maybe liking her wasn’t off the cards after all, she wanted to be with him, she felt weird when she didn’t see him. Hell, she even left big-shot Bill downstairs just to be in the same room as him. George could have been wrong, she could want him back after all.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” She asked the taller man beside her, looking up with those hopeful eyes.

“Yeah sure,” “I’ll be back in ten to help, okay?” “Don’t fall!” He called out as she rushed off, hearing a faint giggle as the bathroom door shut. Fred smiled to himself, liking how much more comfortable they were getting around one another.

“Need help?” George asked, poking his head round the kitchen door.

“Can do, y/n’s just showering.” He directed his twin to the vegetables that needed peeling.

“By the way, Bill was asking about her-” His stomach tensed. “He wants to ask her out, I told him it’s fine… you know since you said you were just drunk when you told me those things.”

Fred’s heart stopped. Of course, just as things showed the smallest sign of getting better his hope was crushed by the weight of one sentence. He nodded, trying to pay as little attention to what nonsense George spewed out as they cooked, but he couldn’t help hearing how Bill had been taken in by the girl’s beauty.

The man wanted to yell out, he wanted to snap and explain that he’d liked her first. It all seemed so childish, he’d been jealous of one brother and now another one had swooped right in and charmed her. There was no way she would deny him, either, he’d seen her blush.

All through dinner, George asked the girl what she thought of their older brother, most likely at Bill’s request. But it made Fred feel sick, to see her so excited to talk about him, all that he could do was stay silent and eat his food. Not that either of the others noticed, too enthralled in their riveting conversation.

George was as bad as his mother for gossiping, together with y/n’s childlike excitement, he decided he couldn’t take much more and quietly dismissed himself so he could run off to his room and let out the breath he’d been holding onto all evening.

This was going to be harder to get over.

That Friday night, the three of them apparated to the burrow, wanting to show the girl a different way to travel as she had never been taught how to do it when she lived at home. The moon was bright out that night, and shone done over the field as they landed, both men having to keep her stable as she giggled.

“That was fun!” She squealed, jumping up and down and looking around, amazed that she had never experienced such a exhilarating thing before.

“I gotta be honest, I was expecting you to vomit.”

“We both were,”

“It’s practically tradition at this point.”

“Maybe on the way back, after dinner.” The girl teased, stomping her boots over the long grass that led towards the house.

She had found her nicest pair of big blue jeans and used some of the little money she had on her to buy a new top when Ginny had taken her out with Hermione. It was white, with thin lace sleeves and a corset waist, which had reminded her of the dresses her mother used to wear whenever her father took her out for a special occasion. Before they grew apart, of course.

Fred had gulped when he’d seen her wearing it, presuming that she’d been swayed by Hermione’s elegant style over Ginny’s punk-princess dresses. And while he loved seeing her wearing clothes that made her look like an angel, as she did that evening, everything the girl wore seemed to make him want her more and more.

“Y/n!” His little sister cried out from the front door, having spotted them from the front window, making the girl run even faster to greet her. They flew into each other’s arms like best friends, they most likely were that close by now, given both of the girl’s addictive personalities.

All of them were quickly ushered inside, where Ron and Harry awkwardly stared at her while she talked with their fiances. George nudged their shoulders.

“You guys look like creeps, have you really forgotten how to talk to girls other than those two.” He scoffed.

“Oh, we’re just worried.” Harry explained, looking as white as a sheet.

“About y/n?” Fred sneered, “She’s a softie, come on.”

“Ginny and ‘Mione are great, but when they’re together they can be-” “They’re brutal.” Ron finished his friend's statement bluntly. “And your little project will turn into one of them if you’re not careful.”

“She’s not a project Ron-” “Yeah, shut up Ron.”

Mrs Weasley wiped her hands of cooking and rushed over to the new face in her house, immediately dragging the girl into a hug.

“It is so lovely to meet you y/n!” She exclaimed, her children’s kindness so evidently learnt from her. “Ginny has told me so much about you,” The girl blushed before her, unknowing of a parent so welcoming.

Her mother used to be like this, if she remembered far enough, she would invite all their friends over and treat other’s children as their own. Always with a bright, beaming smile, one that had been lost as the years went one, but one that she no doubt inherited herself.

“Why don’t you go sit with the boys, dinner won’t be long.” She smiled, keeping Ginny and Ron behind to help her finish up. She followed the twins, who seemed too tall for their own home as they ducked beneath archways and low hanging lights.

A fire was lit in the next room, surrounded by sofas and armchairs that looked even comfier than her own bed. Mr Weasley sat, facing the doorway, having a conversation with someone who had their back to the trio as they entered.

“Hi dad, evening Bill.” George smiled, slumping down on a sofa comfortably.

Bill turned round, expectantly, his smirk rising when he saw the girl stood before him, looking much more made up that she was the other day after a long shift.

“There she is,” He said, smoothly, relishing in the way she blushed nervously in his presence.

She politely greeted Mr Weasley, before sitting down in between the twins who were her pillars of safety as they talked over her head. Even as Bill conversed with his father about matters that she struggled to catch up on, his gaze burned upon her body like a flame.

Fred noticed it, the way his brother watched over her like a hawk and the way she lapped it up. It was sickening to see her fall under his spell so easily, he didn’t even need to try. Bill always got what he wanted, everyone knew that.

When Mrs Weasley called them all in for dinner, Fred certainly didn’t miss the way his older brother whispered into her ear and all but dragged her over to the table so he could ensure they would be next to one another. He just let it happen, who was he to stop them, a hopeless romantic… that’s all.

“So y/n, where did you go to school?” Arthur asked, thinking nothing of the question. But her face fell a little, not that anyone but Fred saw it happen from across the table.

“Uh- I was actually homeschooled, but there’s still a lot I don’t know.”

“Well I hope the boys have been teaching you lots, it’s good to know as much as you can.” Mrs Weasley beamed, rubbing the twin’s heads as she passed by with glasses for everyone.

“They’ve been extremely helpful, in more ways than I can thank them for.” She smiled sweetly, catching Fred’s eye as everyone started up their own conversations.

That was the last time she looked over at him that night, as Bill started telling her all sorts of things that made her giggle and smirk and blush and fidget. It was obvious to anyone that watched the two of them that Bill had made up his mind about her.

It was the scar tour which finally made Fred roll his eyes, no one seeing but his twin.

“You alright?” George said, with a confused chuckle.

“Oh yeah, fine.”

“Bill’s a right show off isn’t he, wonder where he’s gonna take her on their d-a-t-e.”

“We’re not dogs you know, we can spell.” Ginny hissed from the other side of him, leaning over behind him so she could talk to Fred directly.

“Is it true?” She asked him, hushed.

“Is what?” He whispered back, praying that George hadn’t spoken of his drunken confession.

“Bill’s gonna ask her out?”

“Well- I guess so, he said he would.” He sat up straight again, wanting nothing more to do with that conversation if he could help it. He was already forced to watch the two of them as if he was front row at a particularly excruciating play.

The whole night seemed to drag on for hours and hours, as it seemed like Ginny and Bill were fighting over the girl’s attention. Fred finally gave up on trying to bear the whole situation and slipped out the back door when no one was watching, hoping to have a few minutes alone in the night’s cool air.

But not even thirsty seconds of silence later, the door opened behind him, and someone came to join him.

“You alright Fred?” Hermione’s voice sounded over to him, as he sat slumped against the stone wall. He nodded, not minding her company over any of the other’s. She at least knew how to be quiet when it was necessary.

The brunette took a seat beside him on the grass, crossing her legs and taking in a fresh breath of air. He was always happy that Hermione was the one friend of Ginny’s to actually join the family, he’d never been a fan of the other’s as most of the time they would bother him and George.

“You like her, don’t you?” Hermione asked, dragging him from his vacant thoughts.

“What?”

“Y/n. You like her, and you haven’t said anything.”

“Hermione, I don’t-” ‘I’m not going to tell anyone, I hate gossip.” She scoffed, and he knew it was true.

“It’s a tricky one, okay.” The man finally said, after she let him think over his answer for a few moments.

“I bet, and now Bill’s got his sight on her.”

“Yeah well, I’m not him-” He sighed. “Doesn’t mean you can’t like her.”

“It’s too late, she’s gonna say yes to their date and then they’ll be together and I’ll have to watch them be happy and shit, all the while I’m gonna be miserable.” “She might say no,” “Bullshit will she say no, have you seen the way she acts around him?” “Not really.” Hermione admitted.

“Well, it’s obvious she likes him- that’s all.”

They fell into silence again, the stars in the sky not even settling Fred’s growing rage over how stupid he’d been to hide how he truly felt.

“Either way, you should tell her.” Hermione said, standing up and brushing off her legs before giving him a sympathetic smile and heading back inside.

The twins headed back outside, getting ready to leave, when y/n called over to them with a giggle. Bill’s hands were wrapped around her waist, begging her to stay as she cutely tried to get away.

“I’ll just be a moment you guys!” George nodding, waving bye to his brother and heading back into the field to give them a bit of privacy. Fred followed, with no other choice. He could still see their figures through the tall grass, holding one another like they were already lovers. When Bill’s head dipped down he just turned away, seeing George watching him with squinted eyes.

“What are you doing freddie?” He asked him.

“Nothing, jus- nothing.” He grumbled, kicking up the ground beneath his feet as they waited patiently.

When the girl finally bounded over, full of giddy excitement, he wanted to be far away from her. He swore he could feel Bill’s presence all over her, just by the way she took his hand to apparate back to the loft.

The whole time that she spoke his head was in a daze, as if he felt there was no use in listening to anyone anymore. No matter how much advice he was given, or however nice he was to her. If she didn’t want him, then there was nothing he could do.

“Goodnight freddie!” She called, when he silently left the other two in the dark shop and climbed up to the loft. He didn’t say anything back, in truth he didn’t take in that she had spoken to him and then by the time he had done so, he didn’t trust his voice to not crack under pressure.

“Is he angry?” The girl turned to George, who was just as confused about his twin’s odd behaviour.

“No, sweet, he’s probably just tired.” He whispered, giving her a reassuring hug. “So, when’s Bill taking you out?”

“Tuesday night.” “Oh. How romantic.” The man scoffed, which earned him a light slap on the arm.

“Stop it you, he said he didn’t want to wait until next weekend- I think it’s sweet.”

“You would missy- you’re in love!” He teased.

“I wouldn’t call it love… yet.” She grinned.

“Go on you, get to bed.” He chuckled, giving her yet another hug and letting her skip off to her room which was covered in fairy lights.

George wasn’t even going to bother talking to Fred that night. Whatever was up with him, he could take a wild guess on and probably hit the jackpot. But that meant he was upset, beyond compare, and most likely needed some time alone. So George gave him that time and just went up to bed himself. Hoping that things would look up in the days to come.

Little did he know that, when it came to love, Fred held grudges.

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jflemings · 3 years

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Rudolph ; oliver wood

warnings: light swearing, not proof read

authors note: first fic posted! i originally had a fred fic lined up but could’t get this idea out of my head. reader is in Gryffindor!

It was approaching christmas time and as per usual Hogwarts was all decked out with decor of all kinds, christmas songs playing, rich scents of cinnamon and fire and of course the snow that covered the campus every year.

It was utterly magical.

You had been on the Gryffindor quidditch team since your second year as a chaser and since then you had made it your mission for your team to dress christmas theme for your last game of the season before break. This year was no different.

The bag of charmed headbands swayed in your grip as you walked through the cold halls to find your teammates. Donned in your gryffindor quidditch sweater, school skirt and casual shoes you were practically skipping down the corridor while looking out to the snow covered courtyard. With your head in the clouds and your mind on the festivities coming up you were blissfully unaware of the pair of Weasleys that were currently barreling toward you before it was too late.

Frantic hands made their way to grip your shoulders with anticipation before a female voice was booming down the stone halls, echoing directly to your direction.

“y/n! please! you have to help us. We swear we didn’t mean it!” George’s voice filled your ears while he continued to duck behind you

“yeah honest! we had no clue that angie was walking our way!” fred flailed before hiding behind his twin who was hiding behind you. Before you had time to properly retaliate a fuming Angelina was heading straight for you and the boys.

“You two have done it this time! do you know how long it takes me to wash my hair let alone style it exactly how i want it!? ugh! and we have a match this afternoon I’m not going to have enough time!” Angelina launched herself over your shoulder in an attempt to grab their shirts

You were always somehow caught in the middle of the twins an angle’s antics. Moments before disaster struck the chasers wrists were caught in your hands.

“angie! go find hermione, she surely knows a spell to fix your hair. she has a spell for quite literally everything!” your face was soft as you spoke in an attempt to sooth evergrowing temper. She took a deep breath in and out and nodded to you, giving you the okay to let her go the twins still making the effort to stay behind you where they thought they were safe.

Once Angelina had stalked off to go and find the young witch you turned around to face the pair of freckled faced fifth years with your hands on your hips, silently waiting for an explanation.

George was the first to break.

“y/n we swear on our own graves that the slimey slugs were’t meant for her! we swear!” the younger twin pleaded

“please don’t tell Mcgonagall! or wood! oh for the love of merlin and mum’s apple pie please don’t tell Oli anything”

at this point the pair of them were practically on their knees which is a sight your personally don't see too often but unfortunately all good things must come to an end.

“truthfully boys as much as i would love to stand here and have you beg on your knees for my forgiveness I have things to do today, starting off by giving you two the prop for this year’s last game!” the enthusiasm practically seething off you as you rummage through the bag to find the two matching headbands you had organised for the boys.

“like every other year, identical and charmed to stay on all game: just how you liked it.”

the pair beamed at you and gratefully took them from your hands

“you two would’t have to know where golden boy is, do you? i want to give him his now before he gets too in ‘in the mode’ for this afternoon”

the twins looked at each other thoughtfully “we saw him in the great hall before running into you. he was alone and kind of just minding his own business so you should get to that asap” Fred answered, proping his arm up on his other half’s shoulders.

George was trying to get a peak inside the bag you were still holding, probably to try to see which headpiece you had picked to sit on top of your captain’s head for the game.

“Say, y/n, what do you have dear ol’ oliver wearing this year? trying to see who’s the favourite”

Fred lightly scoffed “C’mon Georgie, you and I both know who the favourite is”

Although he wore a playful smirk and his tone was half joking he was right. The twins, along with literally everyone else, knew exactly who your favourite was but it’s not like you made any proper effort to hide it. As you got older, the less care you had about exposing your own feelings to the whole school. You had become shamelessly flirtatious with your captain with him often returning the comments; despite this you never did truly understand where exactly you stood with oliver. you knew he liked you but you did’t know the extent of it or if he only had eyes for you.

you went along with fred nonetheless.

“yeah sorry, G you know who’s first place in my book” you said confidently while pulling out a set of antlers and a bright red nose. The twins stood dumbfounded before snickering.

“he won’t wear that” fred said flat out

“hmm not too sure about that my dear brother”

“you have more of a chance of Georgie here landing a date with Angelina than you do getting wood to actually wear that on the pitch against Slytherin”

you smirked wickedly and turned on your heel “you, my dear friend, are going to be proven wrong”

*****

okay so Fred wasn’t that wrong.

“Oli pleasee, we do it every year” you dramatically drew out

currently, you were sat straddling the seat whilst looking at oliver infront of you who was running over the drills out in front of him. He looked up from his parchment at you and tilted his head

“l/n I’m not wearing antlers and a bright red nose to a quidditch game! i probably won’t be able to play”

you huffed but refused to give up the fight.

“they’re charmed to stay on through the whole game so you can play AND they will bring you extra good luck while we’re out there” you exclaimed as you picked up the red nose from the table and began fiddling with it. Oliver looked from your hands to your face and sighed.

“what do you mean ‘good luck’” he raised an eyebrow at you with curiosity laced in his words, almost like he wanted to believe you. You grinned.

“Because your favourite chaser is giving you them of course!” the grin etched upon your face somehow widened at the sight of a slight tinge of rose pink dusting the keeper’s cheeks.

This prompted an eyeroll and a sigh escaping his lips. “just because you’re the favourite doesn’t mean I’m wearing a nose” your ears perked at the unexpected response you just got and you leaned in closer to his face.

“So i am the favourite, huh?” the smirk gracing your lips was cocky yet it flattered when he turned to look at you.

His honey coloured eyes drifted from your eyes to your mouth and back to your eyes “you know damn well you’re the favourite”

You felt as though a whole zoo had been let lose in your stomach and the soft smile that then graced your lips was the only tell sign of that. You did know, of course. Everyone did. But it’s not like he’d ever said it out loud and if he had it certainly wasn’t to you or while you were around.

“But you aren’t getting me in that headband and nose”

your head dropped before throwing it back dramatically “Oliver wood you are going to look like a fool if you’re the only one on the team without a costume”

“then i’ll look like a fool, darling” the smug smile off his face never left until he watched you get up and walk out of the great hall to go and find the remainder of your team, leaving behind the costume for him on the table. He smiled softly to no one but himself before returning back to what he was doing.

*****

Lunch time had rolled around and you were sat with Lee and the twins discussing the match you were set to play in less than few hours with wood nowhere to be found. You found yourself pushing your food around your plate with your fork in an effort to think of another way to get oliver to wear the stupid antlers. It was only one match for crying out loud! you were all going to look like idiots anyway so why not join in.

Your train of thought was broken when Lee Jordan had directed the topic of coversation away from the match and onto you and oliver.

“y/n would so make the first move are you kidding? I love wood as much as the next guy but all the quidditch going on in his head has surely been a distraction from his plan about how he’s gonna plant one on y/n” Lee was confident in his answer and Fred agreed

you looked up from the miserable plate of food infront of you to hear george speak

“oliver is as dense as a doorknob when it comes to his feelings for y/n. if they were gonna kiss he would just do it as a spur of the moment kind of thing, no think just do and hope for the best.” he shrugged as he spoke through potatoes while waving his fork about, angelina and katie agreeing by his side. Then they all turned to you.

“We haven’t kissed, if that’s what you are silently asking” you dropped your fork with a clank “but since we’re talking about it, I would be the one to make the first move, no questions asked” the smirk on your face was triumphant and Fred and Lee high five you from over the table.

“Let’s make a bet then” George piped up “five galleons to me if Wood makes the first move or five galleons to Lee if y/n makes the first move”. He scanned your group looking for a sign of protest before shaking on it with lee

“Don’t lose me those five galleons, y/n” Lee complained.

you shifted in your seat and gave him a thumbs up and the best smile you could muster while eating food. All you had to do was think of how you could get wood to wear that darn costume and then give him a big ol’ kiss, no worries at all.

*****

It was go time.

The whole team was ready to fly, charmed headbands and new plays were ready to go but your fearless captain was no where to be seen.

Anyone who knew oliver knew that he lived and breathed all things qudditch and now with such an important game about to start he was no where to be found. nonetheless, the team was lined up with angelina filling in as captain for now because it seemed you didn’t have one at the minute.

this made you unbelievably nervous, so much so that you felt like you were about to pass out and if it wasn’t for the twins and their antics you might’ve been on a one way trip to the hospital wing right now.

“do ya reckon oli is dead? because I mean why else would he be late to a match against Slytherin?” fred deadpanned while george stood behind him snickering to no one in particular.

you had momentarily thought about fred’s statement simply because you really couldn’t think of any other reason why oliver wouldn’t be here 2 minutes before you were set to fly. Your hands were now starting to lightly cramp around your broom and you were beginning to nervous sweat despite winter being right around the corner; internally you were an absolute shitshow. volcanoes were erupting in the depths of your stomach and your heart was hammering against your ribcage and the only thing that was on your mind was where the hell was oli?.

As if the gods above had heard your question one frantic keeper donned in red and gold came barrelling through the change rooms and you swear on your own grave you had never felt so much relief in your life.

“sorry I’m so late! I lost track of the time and was trying to find something important” oliver apologised

walking through your team his hand found your shoulder and he leant into your ear “can’t have all my reindeers losing their way because they don’t have a Rudolph”

looking up at him, he sent you a cheeky wink while putting the nose and antlers on his head before returning to his rightful place in the front and centre.

“You guys know what to do, let’s stomp on some snakes” the confidence oozing from his voice was indescribable. the way he spoke was powerful and reckless yet when he turned to look at you over his shoulder the facade dropped when he began to speak softly “Hope my favourite chaser is ready to win”

a warm smile graced your lips “always, captain”

*****

The sheer determination and house pride coming from the stands was overbearing. the screams, cheers, house war cries and encouragement made the desire to win even stronger than before. You, Angelina and Alicia were flying laps around Slytherin; your teamwork unmatched as you continued to set up and score goals for your friends. Fred and George were on their A-game. their aim had improved tremendously since last season with them becoming more coordinated to make sure you and the girls were able to score all you needed. Oliver was so focused on the opposing team and their chasers that you were certain he was unaware of the close score right now. It was 100-110 with Gryffindor taking the lead. all harry had to do was catch the snitch.

He had spotted it and now was neck and neck with malfoy. they were flying dangerously close to the stands where screaming students were situated. this was going to be the closest game you had had in a while.

Just as Alicia had set up a goal for you to score harry caught the snitch and your whole team hollered at the outcome of the game.

“YES! GET IN HARRY!” George had yelled at the top of his lunch while Fred and Alicia laughed in delight at the sight of George almost falling off his broom.

You flew over to an exhausted looking Angleina and did your best to pull her into a hug mid air

“You were amazing Angie! absolutely brilliant! the hard work payed off!” you praised your close friend and the two of you made your way to the ground where students had begun piling off the stands but there was only one person you wanted to see down there.

The sound of your broom hitting the grass could be heard by the people around you when you caught sight of oliver hopping off of his broom. You ran to him and flung your tired arms around his neck with him instantly returning the favour as his arms held a tight grip on your waist.

“Oli we did it! everything that you drilled into us payed off, all the early morning training, that staying up into the early hours of the morning, all of it! every single bit!” you exclaimed and pulled away to get the first proper look at him that whole afternoon. His smile was splitting his face in half and for the first time in a while it felt like the two of you were the only ones in the world.

One of his hands moved from your waist and up your back to grip your shoulder from behind before he dipped you and gave you the most passionate kiss you had ever gotten.

it felt like the twins had let a bunch of fireworks loose in your stomach, his neck felt hot under the touch of your calloused hands and his lips melted perfectly with yours. The both of you pulled away for breath, still not breaking eye contact.

“If I get this lucky every time I wear these stupid antlers I might as well glue them to my head” he half heartedly laughed at himself while continuously ignoring everyone around you who had now decided to pay attention.

Lee’s voice rang out over the microphone.

“Y/N! I thought i told you to not lose me those five galleons” he groaned while George grinned in triumph

Oliver, who still had you dipped but was now looking up at lee, looked back down at you “you placed a bet on our kiss?” he quizzed you while an eyebrow raised.

all you could do was laugh and feel your heart swell in your chest

“sorry, love. but i was fairly confident that our first kiss was going to be my doing” you smirked and grabbed his face pulling him in for yet another kiss.

Christmas had certainly come early this year.

tags: @castieltrash1

#oliver wood #harry potter #hp imagine #oliver wood x reader #x reader #hp fic #pegswrites

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alwaysfeelingsaintlike · 3 years

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Driving Me Mad [G.W] - Part 6

Series Description: You and George come up with a plan to pretend to date each other. But what happens when you actually start to catch feelings...

Pairing: George Weasley x Gryffindor fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

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Description: It’s time for the first task and you find yourself surprised once again by the tricks up George’s sleeve.

The weeks went by and word quickly spread that George and you were officially an item. Much to your delight, Fleur and Roger quickly faded into the background of the social scene to the point where you weren’t entirely sure if they were still seeing each other. The only noteworthy pairing who came close to your status was Hermione Granger who had managed to catch the eye of the one and only Viktor Krum.

You had to commend George on his stellar performance. While playing the girlfriend wasn’t a challenge for you, George was completely convincing as a boyfriend. He had a knack for sneaking up behind you and kissing you on the cheek or grabbing your waist, creating a genuine element of surprise for all to see. At first, George would join you in eating with your crowd but you started to drift ever so slightly to spending more time simply with each other for meals. Even when you were alone, it felt as if you were a couple. You would sit on the couch and laugh about nothing for hours and hours. You’d stay up late and talk about life as you rested your head in his lap and he would play with your hair as you drifted off to sleep. It got to the point where you had to remind yourself that you were not actually dating George and this was all a ploy.

The only person who appeared strictly opposed to this pseudo coupling was Fred. Despite your best efforts, he still suspected you were using George for something. And he was right about that; but he didn’t know the other half of it. So many times you considered telling Fred or instructing George to tell him about the arrangement, but you didn’t think it would help anything. Fred’s opinion would likely remain the same and he would probably just chew out George for keeping secrets from him. Instead, Fred kept his distance from you, and it pained you terribly. You knew that this was affecting their relationship and you only hoped that everything between them would clear up as soon as your deal was over.

Your plan didn’t have a set timeline, but you knew your arrangement would end with a very public breakup. You would run off and “cry yourself to sleep” while George would mope around the common room in the hopes of accepting some sympathy from Angelina Johnson. You figured by that point that Roger would be sick of pampering Fleur and would consider reconnecting with newly single you. However, gaining Roger’s attention didn’t seem to be a priority to you anymore. You just wanted to help George find his happy ending.

“Hey you, ready to go?” George interrupted your thoughts and you found him bundled up in a matching hat and scarf set, surely knitted by his mother. You were dressed in a similar manner, preparing for the brisk air about to reach your cheeks. It was a day full of excitement as the first task of the tournament was about to occur. You convinced George that you should sit with Fred and Lee for the task and he reluctantly obliged. You knew things between them had been tense and you wanted them to spend some more time together whenever possible. You walked down to the arena designed specifically for the task. George had hinted that the first task involved dragons in some way, since his brother Charlie had helped to deliver the beasts. You were ushered into the crowd where you saw Fred and Lee sitting with two seats open that they seemed to have saved for you.

You made your way through the crowd and walked through all of your peers to reach your seats. George took the space next to Fred and squeezed your hand through the mittens you were wearing. You sat down as you waited for the event to begin. The scene in front of you was a rocky terrain with giant boulders and miniature cliffs arranged in an uneven and jagged manner. In the middle of the arena was a golden egg that appeared to be the size of an ostrich egg. You were about to inquire whether George knew anything else about the task when you heard the bellowing voice of Albus Dumbledore amplify through the arena.

‘The first task of this tournament requires our champions to retrieve a golden egg that is being protected by a dangerous creature. This task is designed to test each champion’s daring and bravery, as well as their ability to think on their feet and utilize the magical knowledge and skills they have learned. At the sound of the cannon-“ Dumbledore was interrupted by the blasting of a cannon, which seemed poorly timed and must have been an accident. Yet Cedric Diggory made his way into the arena as he was up first. You cheered for your friend as he sauntered into the unknown terrain and you elbowed George to join you. You knew he was pulling for Harry to win the whole thing, but Cedric was one of your own too. Cedric looked confident, yet very alert, almost as if he was looking for something to come at him. Seemingly out of nowhere, a blue dragon landed on top of the egg that had been sitting in the middle of the arena. The crowd gasped in surprise and shock as they realized what the champions were being asked to do. George whispered in my ear, “That’s the Swedish Short-Snout. Charlie told me all about them over the summer break.” You nodded at his comment but you were unable to peel your eyes from the scene in front of you.

Cedric took a few steps closer to the Short-Snout as the dragon zeroed in on him as a new target. Steam came out of the dragon’s nostrils as he prepared to barbecue its newest intruder. Cedric was quicker though. He cast a spell and one of the boulders lying near the entrance was transformed into a dog, what looked like a German Shepherd. The crowd cheered as the dragon now chose to focus solely on the animal running circles around him in a taunting way. The shepherd made its way toward the edge of the arena and the dragon slowly followed, planning its attack. With each step the dragon made away from the golden treasure, Cedric ran a few steps closer. Just as Cedric was about a foot away from taking the egg, the dragon lost interest in playing games with the dog and headed back toward the egg he was guarding. Cedric froze as the Short-Snout grew angry at his intrusion and flames shot from the dragon’s mouth. You squeezed George’s arm, unsure of what was about to happen to your friend while also feeling slightly amazed at the power of the dragon. You could feel the heat from the stands which meant Cedric must have been close to frying. The flames hadn’t quite reached him as he lunged toward the egg, covering his face with his arm. Once the egg was in his possession, the dragon vanished and Cedric celebrated by holding up his treasure and key to the next task. The crowd went wild with applause, even though Cedric just barely made it out alive. His face was almost entirely black with dirt and soot and it appeared he sustained some sort of burn on his face. Regardless, he had defeated the dragon.

Fleur was next to take on her dragon which she did with utter finesse and minimal difficulty. She enchanted her green dragon to sleep and scurried over to collect the egg. The only mishap occurred as the dragon was snoring and exhaled the slightest bit of fire which ignited Fleur’s light blue skirt. She quickly put out the flames with her wand and continued towards the golden egg.

Viktor trudged out onto the pitch and bravely faced the Chinese Fireball that was ahead of him. He circled around the dragon, deciding what to do next, as he dodged the occasional flames. George nudged you and you turned to look at his grinning face.

“This is pretty awesome isn’t it?” he said to you.

“Yeah, I mean completely frightening and borderline unethical but very entertaining.” He put an arm around you and brought your head to his shoulder where you stayed until something exciting happened. Viktor had his wand raised and conducted a very forceful spell which seriously impaired the Fireball. It was difficult to determine what exactly he had done, but it seemed to be working. The dragon was wincing in pain and Krum took the opportunity to trudge toward the golden egg.

“What’s he done?” you asked George, hoping he understood what had happened.

“I think he’s blinded it…” George replied. You nodded and almost immediately George’s suspicion was confirmed as the dragon was stumbling around, disoriented. The beast became agitated and he let out an angry, fiery breath while lashing his tail about, striking Krum to the ground. You gasped and unconsciously grabbed George’s hand with nervousness. He turned to you with a smirk on his face and you casually recovered saying, “Sorry.” He chuckled and shook his head, gripping your hand tighter.

Krum was thrown a few feet across the pitch and appeared to be in pain, however he found his strength again as the dragon blindly trekked around the arena. Krum was determined to collect the egg and once he did so, he let out a masculine grunt and held the egg up, to which all the Durmstrangs began chanting “Krum! Krum! Krum! Krum!...”

“Three down, one to go. How do you think Harry’ll do?” George asked you.

“I mean these three made it look kind of easy. But I don’t know if Harry has that sort of knowledge or confidence even. We’ll see if he can pull it off.”

A few moments later Harry emerged into the arena, seeming a little shaken and nervous, much like the other champions. His dragon must have been released but was still hidden behind some boulders. This dragon was smart. Harry looked confused, shrugged and started walking toward the egg, under the impression he might just be able to grab it.

He was wrong. The dragon leaped from behind a boulder and flames and steam were erupting from its nostrils. Harry jumped back and was completely startled. His only move was to hide behind a boulder, which didn’t seem like a long-term solution. The dragon, which Fred mentioned was a Hungarian Horntail, was slowly burning the rock Harry was hiding behind and the outcome seemed pretty bleak. You grabbed George’s arm and nuzzled your head into his shoulder as a reflex, not wanting to see the fiery event occurring in front of your eyes. You suddenly realized you were doing all of this stuff without even trying to act coupley. It was just happening. Perhaps you were overthinking things or you wanted to hide your feelings but as George looked down at you to make sure you were okay, you gave him a wink and a soft smile to assure him this was just for show. Even if maybe it wasn’t.

At that moment, Harry cast the Accio charm and his broomstick appeared just in time. Harry hopped on and flew a circle around the Horntail. Everyone started cheering at this sudden turn of events, including you and George. You soon realized that Harry didn’t quite seem to have a plan and was simply just escaping the dragon at this moment. Harry’s sudden ability to fly seemed to disturb the dragon and it was fighting the chains holding it toward the ground. Seconds later the Horntail ripped the chains from the ground and this chase suddenly became much more real. Harry recognized the dragon was no longer being held down and flew up over the section where all the teachers were seated and out of the arena towards the castle. The dragon followed suit, taking out the teachers section on its way.

“Well done dragon!” Fred and George shouted in unison, high fiving each other. It was a rare moment with these two as of late and it made you smile. Harry flew towards the castle and all the excitement was gone as there wasn’t much to see. The crowd was hushed and whispering about what might be going on off the pitch.

“Now what?” you whispered to George. It was a very high tension moment and not being able to see anything was stressful and also a little dull. People around you were speculating the outcome of the event, whispering theories and extremes.

“He’ll make it through this, I think. Harry may be young but he’s got good instincts. And a lot of luck.”

“Very true.”

You made small talk as the crowd started to lose focus on Harry’s current absence. You spotted Hermione a few rows ahead of you beginning to panic as Ron tried to calm her down, assuring her things were probably fine.

“What’s that?” you heard Dean Thomas say, as he pointed to something appearing in the sky. The clouded, grey sky became a bit brighter as some royal blue sparks appeared in the middle of the arena. The sparks took the form of a quill and began to write a message in calligraphy.

Y/N –

Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the Yule Ball?

George

You felt the blush creeping up your cheeks as everyone turned to look at you, awaiting your answer.

“So, what do you say?” he asked you.

You tried to hide the surprised smile that was spreading across your face. “I would love to,” you replied.

George wrapped his arms around your waist and surprised you with a kiss. You put your arms around his neck in response and you heard the people around you start to cheer and clap. You pulled away and gave George a hug. He really had a way of making you feel special. You knew he was different, but you didn’t expect anything like this. You weren’t even sure you were going to the ball together. You thought he might want to ask Angelina, but apparently not. Maybe this was real.

As you were hugging, George whispered in your ear, “Had to put on a show right?” Of course, this was all for show. Had to make people jealous of you. You assumed it also was a ploy to impress Angelina with his thoughtfulness and romanticism. You were fooling yourself by thinking you actually had something special.

The attention was shifted off of you and back to the arena as Harry slowly flew into sight. The arena erupted into cheers, particularly the Hogwarts section. Harry flew down and scooped up the golden egg, holding it high above his head as if he had just caught the Golden Snitch. The buzz in the arena was wild. Barty Crouch came out to give the rankings based on time it took to defeat each dragon but no one was really listening. Everyone was just happy they had all succeeded and made it through alive. While the task itself was exciting, you knew there would be some sort of celebration in the Gryffindor common room that would be equally as fun.

The common room was alive with excitement. Gryffindors of all ages were gathered around to celebrate Harry’s victory. He was currently being hoisted up in the air as everyone cheered him on. You and George laid back a little and let the younger Gryffindors grovel over the famous Harry Potter. Harry was enjoying the glory and he suddenly quieted everyone down. He was holding the golden egg in his hand and everyone was waiting to hear his next word.

He casually lifted up the egg and said, “Who wants me to open it?” Everyone erupted in cheers and Harry played dumb and egged the crowd on. Finally he twisted the top of the egg and the sides fell open. You weren’t sure what to expect, but you were taken by surprise when a high pitched shrieking sound filled the room. You covered your ears and turned toward George instinctually. He put his arm around your shoulder and held your head to his chest. Harry struggled to close the egg but once he did everyone sighed a breath of relief. That event seemed to disperse the crowd a little bit and encouraged more socialization. Of course Harry was surrounded by a crowd of friends and admirers. You and George took a seat on the couch away from much of the excitement.

“You have a dress for the ball yet?” he asked.

“I don’t actually. To be honest I kind of forgot about it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I was so excited for the ball when I was with Roger, but when he ended things I sort of avoided thinking about it. I didn’t know if we’d still be doing this by that point.”

“I thought about that, but this just seemed like the right thing to do. I figured we might still be acting a couple and since people are starting to solidify dates I didn’t want either of us to be dateless.”

“Good thinking there Weasley,” you remarked. You realized you were actually looking forward to going to the ball with George.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something,” he started. He looked…hesitant, and it made you nervous.

“Yeah, sure,” just as you replied, Fred and Lee came in with some butterbeers. Fred looked over towards you, seeking George’s company. You saw George’s eyes light up and you knew he was dying to join them. “Go ahead, we can talk later.”

“Meet me in the stairwell in 20?” he suggested. You nodded and assured him you would be there. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. Maybe things were really happening for you. You were trying not to live in a fantasy world and be more realistic about things but everything seemed to be falling into place. You caught George’s eye for a moment as he was chatting with Fred and Angelina, but he soon redirected his attention to the conversation ahead of him. You decided to head to your room and freshen up, looking for a way to waste 20 minutes.

You were making some small talk with Hermione when you glanced up at the clock and realized it was just about time to sneak away. You made a quick exit and scurried away to the spiral staircase within Gryffindor tower. You would be a few minutes early but you were okay with that. You crept quietly down the stairs when you realized there were people here already. You froze unsure of whether you should continue or not, but your curiosity got the best of you. If this was a new couple, you wanted to be the first to know. You cast a charm that kept all your movements hushed as you climbed quickly down the stairs, anxious to see who was…snogging it seemed.

You could tell you were getting closer to the two lovebirds so you slowed down to ensure you didn’t interrupt them. You spied around the corner and found a familiar red head facing away from you. Your heart dropped. It was George. And pinned against the wall was Angelina Johnson. His hand was cupping her cheek, exactly like he had done with you before, and Angelina was softly moaning and giggling. She pulled away for a moment and whispered to him.

“I have to say, I’m surprised. I did not expect this at all. Especially with everything that’s been going on with you lately. But I’ve been waiting for this to happen for years. I always thought we would end up together and here we are. And now you can ease the tension with your brother.”

You put your hand to your mouth to keep quiet. Even with the charm you cast, you were worried you might make a sound anyway. George didn’t even respond, he just returned his lips to hers and resumed the macking. You retreated, seeing all you needed to see. You tried to hold back the tears that were welling in your eyes. You felt like an idiot. George probably wanted to break off your arrangement because he had won the attention of Angelina. You were dumb enough to think he wanted to become a couple for real. Your heart dropped into your stomach and you felt nauseous. This feeling was all new to you. Even your breakup with Roger didn’t make you feel like this. You panicked with where to go, since you knew the common room was full of people and you certainly didn’t want to be seen like this. On impulse you ran down the hall and made your way toward the Room of Requirement. It was the only place you could think of where you could truly be by yourself.

“Y/N, I missed you last night. What happened?” George found you at breakfast. You were there pretty early and were eating by yourself, still not ready for company.

“Hey,” was all you offered him.

“You okay?”

“Oh yeah. I’m fine.”

“So about last night.”

“Don’t worry about it, honestly. We created this easy out clause for a reason and I don’t want you to feel guilty about cutting things off.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know about you and Angelina and I’m really happy for you guys. I always thought you would make a cute couple. Oh and you’re off the hook for the Yule Ball too.”

“Y/N, I-“

“George, don’t pity me. I’m fine on my own. I don’t need you to fake this relationship anymore okay? We weren’t even a believable couple. In what world would I move on from Roger Davies and start dating you,” you snapped. As soon as the words were out of your mouth, you regretted saying them. Truthfully, you were hurt and you were taking that pain out on George. He gave you a look of disgust before storming off. You watched him go and tried to call after him but it was too late. You dropped your head to the table in defeat. You had ruined another relationship and this one was with someone you genuinely cared about.

#george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley fanfic #weasley twins fanfic #hp fanfic

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rons-hermiones · 3 years

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Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter Twelve

He lays there, for Merlin knows how long. And all he wants to do is cry. To break down and sob like a child, but he can’t. Not when Hermione’s brilliant, but absolutely stupid, mind casted this damn stunning spell.

Even the thought of her pains him now, more than it ever did before. This was all his fault.

Time doesn’t even seem to be moving because Hermione’s gone and that’s really all that’s resonating in him. Not seconds, not minutes, just nothing.

The fire must’ve faded away with Bellatrix’s exit because suddenly a multitude of footsteps and yells are bursting through the air.

“Ronnie!”

“Harry!”

“Hermione!”

All chorus through the air. But he can’t answer, he thinks it’d be that way even if he wasn’t stunned silent, because Hermione’s gone and he’s as good as it too.

“I’m here! I’m here!” Ron hears Harry yell from nearby.

He can make out the sound of his best friend's body clambering into someone else’s.

“Over here!” George calls out, causing several more people to enter.

“Ronnie have you seen him? Have you seen Hermione?” It’s Charlie asking, who seemingly joined the fray.

“No, no,” Harry sounds rushed, panicked, “Bellatrix, she had Hermione. I stunned Greyback, her and Ron took off running. This is my fault. All my fault.” He was heaving.

And as much as Ron wanted to lay there forever, pretending everything didn’t just happen he knows he can’t. He has to be strong for Harry, for Hermione.

So he tries to speak. The sounds of Harry and his brother's voices weren’t that far, he hopes they can hear the pathetic grumbles escaping him.

“Er-my-knee.” And he doesn’t know why he says it, but it just happens.

And it happens again, “Er-my-knee.”

“Did you hear that?” Harry asked, hushing everyone.

“Hermione.” Ron manages a little stronger, suddenly getting feeling back in the tips of his fingers and toes.

“It’s Ron.” George says.

“Ron! Ron, where are you?” Charlie calls.

Their footsteps sound closer, he speaks again, “Hermione.”

“Did you hear it again? It sounds like he’s right here, but there’s no one.” George whispers.

Then, Harry takes a step and seemingly trips over Ron’s invisible form. The movement jostles the ginger, therefore undoing the disillusionment charm.

“Oh thank Merlin.” Charlie breathes with watery eyes.

They then notice his arms and legs as stiff as boards. George casts a reviving spell, making Ron sit up with a sharp gasp.

“Hermione.” Is all he can say again.

They all exchange looks, “we’re looking for her Ron, do you know where she is?” Charlie asks, crouching down to his level.

Tears trickle down his cheeks before he can help it, “gone.” Is all he says before meeting Harry’s sad eyes, “she’s gone.”

“What the hell do you mean she’s gone?” Charlie dares to ask after a moment as he hoists his brother from the ground.

“Gone Charlie! As in she’s not here!” He explodes, then suddenly, his anger melts into something else, “my fault. All my fault. I’m so sorry. Hermione, I’m sorry.” Ron’s now hysterical.

Charlie has to slide an arm under his arm pit as George does the same from the other side. Quickly, worried he may be hurt, his brothers, followed by Harry usher him to the house.

“Oh Ronnie!” His mother shouts happily at the sight of him, tears streaming her cheeks in relief. However, her euphoria is short lived at the sight of him.

Ignoring Molly, Harry throws open the Burrow door as they set Ron on the couch.

“Have you found her? Have you found Hermione?” Tonks asks, stumbling after them.

‘Come find me.’

“Won’t find her. Never gonna find her.” Ron cries.

“Not if you don’t start talking we won’t!” Lupin boomed angrily as he entered the room.

“Remus.” Molly chastised.

“No, he’s right Mum.” Bill said, stepping forward.

Crouching in front of his distraught brother he spoke soundly, “Ron, can you tell us what happened? Where Hermione’s gone to?”

Ron’s body continues to shake with cries, “gone. She’s gone. It doesn’t matter.”

“Ron,” Bill tried again.

“Told me to find her. Never gonna find her.” His tears subsided as his voice grew sour.

Bill had enough. He understood whatever happened outside was a harrowing experience, but they were going to get nowhere if Ron didn’t talk. So, he slapped his brother hard across the face.

“William!” Both his Mum and Fleur yelled in unison.

“You listen to me right now Ron, we’re never gonna find Hermione if you don’t start talking! You can sit here and feel sorry for yourself, waiting around for her to die, or you can bloody well do something about it!” He bit out angrily, knowing the only way to reach him was tough love.

And like the sting on his left cheek, Bill’s words, it was like a rush of blood to the head. All of the sudden things became less blurry.

It was no longer just about Hermione being gone, but also working tirelessly to get her back.

‘Come find me.’

“She’s so stupid. So stupid Harry.” He moans to his best friend.

“Why Ron? What did she do?” Ginny stepped forward and asked.

For whatever reason, his mind wouldn’t allow him to speak to any of them, not anyone but Harry. It’s not just because he’s his best mate, but Hermione’s too.

“Harry, please just let me tell you.” He pleaded like a little kid asking his mother for a new broomstick.

At this, Harry’s green eyes cautiously found all the Weasley’s. Arthur was the one who nodded first, soon followed by Molly.

“Take Ron to the kitchen Harry.” Missus Weasley said in her best motherly tone, doing her best not to cry.

At this, the chosen one grasped Ron’s arm as he ushered him away, the ginger numbly following.

“Wait!” Fred called out, the loud noise making his youngest brother jump.

“Is Hermione” he feels his throat close at the thought, “is she alive?” The twin asks, scared for the answer.

Ron stared into nothingness. He heard Fred, but he doesn’t know what to say. A ‘yes’ wouldn’t be enough, not when she’s probably been taken to hell on earth. He can’t think of her as some cold lifeless corpse either, Lestrange did say they didn’t want her dead, right?

And maybe he’s barking, but deep down he knows she’s still alive, that’s she’s okay. He swears he can feel it deep within him.

‘Come find me.’

The words won’t stop bouncing off the walls of his head.

“Ron?” Harry beckons him to answer, needing to know himself.

“For now.” It’s the best he can give before he stumbles into the kitchen, hearing Tonk’s voice whisper something to everyone about Dumbledore as he exits.

The Boy-Who-Lived pushed him down into a chair as he pulled one to face him.

“Ron you have to tell me what happened alright? I know it’s hard, but this, this is Hermione.” Harry doesn’t think in all his years, not when he was old enough to understand his parents death, not when Cedric died, hell, not even when Sirius died, did he think he had to be this strong.

Ron and Hermione were the first things he’s ever had that resembled family. The fear of losing her, it was almost the worst of it all, but he knew that if he could help her, he first had to help Ron.

“Harry, I’m so sorry, I should’ve done more.” The dark haired boy could see the sob already bubbling up in his throat.

“It’s okay Ron, it’s alright, I need you to start at the pond, after I stunned Greyback. What happened next?” He tried hoping to distract Ron from becoming hysterical.

After a moment, the ginger took a staggering breath and began, “we started running and Hermione, she told me that,” he could feel himself about to crumble, “she told me,” Ron couldn’t get the words out.

“What did she tell you?” Harry’s voice was like a lifeline. Something he was clinging onto, guiding him through this.

He hates himself for even putting Harry in this position at all.

“Lestrange, she-she mentioned something to Hermione I guess about how she didn’t come here for you. She didn’t come for anyone.” He managed, somehow coherent.

“She didn’t?” Potter couldn't help but ask.

Ron shook his head, “we stopped, over by the oak tree, the one Herm, the one she reads at.” He can’t find it within him to say her name, “Bellatrix we heard her, thought, she thought we were you.” A tear slid its way down his cheek.

“You’re doing good Ron. I promise.” Harry said clutching on his shoulder.

The touch gives the red head the strength he needs, “Bellatrix and Greyback, they were talking. Said that You-Know-Who didn’t want you killed. Under no circumstances were you to be killed, even if they found you.” This part puzzled Ron greatly, so much so, his sadness was replaced by sheer confusion.

“What?” Harry seemed to feel the same.

He nodded slowly, “dunno, but she had-she-Lestrange had other ideas.”

“Such as?” Ron needed these little interjections, they kept him sane.

“Me, she wanted to ki-to kill me.” He stopped to catch his breath, “but they weren’t allowed to kill her.”

Harry didn’t think he had it in him to be strong for Ron much longer. The thought of him dying, the thought of Death Eaters having bigger plans Hermione was a horrendous thought. And it was all because of him.

“She said there’d been talk about-about Her, Hermione.” He chokes on her name, “about how she’s the brilliant one so she must know the most, that they could get the most information from her.”

He stops talking. A whole two minutes goes by and he says nothing.

Impatiently, Harry needs more, “how did you end up on the ground stunned with a disillusionment charm.”

And just like that, the floodgates are broken. He’s scared if Harry knows the truth, knows why she did what she did, that he’ll hate him. The chosen one will blame Ron for her being gone, and he should, but in turn Wealsey will lose both of him. And he needs Harry more than ever right now, he’s the closest one to understand how this feels. How much Hermione means to him, to them.

“The second Lestrange said it, the second Hermionee looked at me and I knew, I just knew.” He manages between sobs.

“Knew what?” Harry shakes his shoulder, hoping to ease him so he’d be more understandable.

“She’s so brilliant Harry, too bloody brilliant, fucking stupid too.” His cries are becoming hysterical as he heaves loudly.

Both of Harry’s hands find his friend's shoulders and gives them a hard squeeze, too hard, but he needs Ron’s attention.

“You have to tell me what happened.” The dark haired boy did his best to keep his voice strong and commanding, but it was shaking, he was scared for what was to come.

“Lestrange- she wanted to kill me she didn’t want to kill Hermione, not yet anyway.” he can’t help but add sadly.

Harry, knowing Hermione as well as he did, began to frantically shake his head, “tell me she didn’t Ron. Please tell me.” It was now his turn to cry.

With a harsh gasp, the ginger went on, now trying to be strong for Harry, “I wasn’t fast enough, I knew, but she’s too quick. Stunned me before I could even say goodbye.” He had so many things he wishes he could’ve told her, but never mind that, he wishes he could’ve stopped her, taken her place.

“The disillusionment charm?” Harry said, sounding broken.

“Right after she stunned me.” He sunk his head into his hands, “Bellatrix, she disarmed her. I heard the crack, I heard them apparate away. I did nothing, nothing.” Ron spat, disgusted with himself.

“She saved you. She saved your life.” Harry sounds breathless as tears fall out of his green eyes.

“She saved me.” And just like that Ron broke down with him, this time Harry joining him.

Absently, their hands began clutching to one another. Ron gripped Harry’s shirt with fervor as the Boy-Who-Lived clung to his back wildly, burying his head in his shoulder as Ron fell into his chest.

Ron felt so alone, until right now. They both lost Hermione.

Time passed, who knows how long, but it couldn’t have been a while because no one has bothered them.

“Do you think,” Harry’s throat is scratchy from the tears, he slowly pulls away from Ron’s embrace, “do you think she does? Know something I mean.”

The ginger frantically shakes his head, “dunno, probably,” the black book she’s been clinging to completely slips the pair's minds, “we weren’t exactly on the best of terms.”

And just like that, he’s reminded of all the mistakes he’s made these past few months. He never got the chance to even say he’s sorry, and now, he doesn’t know if he ever will.

“Merlin, oh Merlin,” he moaned in anguish, “Hermione, she thinks, she thinks I hate her. I never said sorry, I don’t know if I’ll ever say sorry.” He begins panting, Harry recognizes this as a panic attack and instantly takes Ron’s face in his hands.

“Look at me,” Ron’s eyes remained closed, “Ron look at me!” Harry roars, fierce determination etched onto his features, “don’t talk about her like we’re never gonna see her again, do you hear me?”

The ginger said nothing and continued trying to catch his breath.

“Ron do you hear me!” Harry yells.

This surprisingly seems to anchor Weasley back to reality.

“We’re going to find her.” The chosen one states.

‘Come find me.’

“She told me to find her.” His voice doesn’t come out strangled or shaken, instead it’s strong, speaking with such fervor. He was determined to do just what she asked.

“And we will. But first we need help.”

“We need Dumbledore.” Ron finished Harry’s thought.

#ron x hermione #ron weasley #ron and hermione #rons-hermiones come find me #hermione granger #romione fanfic #romione #hp #hp fanfic #sixth year

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dreamingfanficsmasher · 4 years

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A Secret Chord (Part 3)

Notes: So I am really getting into writing for this story, especially with lockdown and all. Please let me know if you want to be tagged. Also i know it seems a lot of the story takes place at a party, but i promise that is just for now!

P.S For some reason my whole inbox has been wiped out, I have no idea what has happened. So anybody who had requested prompts or anything, and has not yet received their request, please message me again, and I will sort it out!

Summary: You and George had been back together for a while now, but after you do something at John’s birthday party. Roger is forced to intervene and talk to you. Warnings: mention of drug use. This part is quite long so gear up!

Part 1, Part 2

Its been months since you and George had gotten back together and lets just say that those had not been the best months of your relationship. Some how the emotions of George leaving and coming back, the way he no longer trusted you, and the confusing way you felt towards Roger, had all taken a toll on you.

You were back to the way you were before you met George; you drank a lot more, cocaine was your friend every now and then, and you hardly saw Rog and the boys anymore.

All of them were seriously worried for you when they heard that you had gotten back together with George. Now they are even more worried about you, they hardly see you or hear from you, and when they do, all they see is the fear and pain in your eyes, along with the way your voice breaks whenever talking about George.

So, when they noticed you arrive at John’s birthday party, one could say that they were surprised to see you, but also heartbroken to see how broken you had become. George had always been the life of the party, no matter the occasion, so of course he wanted to attend John’s birthday.

“Darling! It has been forever since we have seen you. It’s great to see that you’re still alive!” Freddie pulled you in for a tight embrace, “George, how are you?” He nodded at George; you could tell by the way his eyes got cold that he was clearly no longer a fan of your boyfriend.

Before George could answer, you were scooped up by Brian, “Y/N! It has been so long!” You started to giggle, then you noticed John peeping over Brian’s shoulder waiting to greet you.

“Hi Deacy! Happy Birthday!” You pulled him in for a tight embrace, placing a kiss on his cheek, watching him go red as you did so. John had always been like a brother to you, even though you were always the closest to Roger, you and John always had a brother-sister relationship.

“Where’s Rog?” Your eyes darted around the three boys, you then noticed the scowl your boyfriend had given you from the corner of his eye, making you withdraw into yourself. “Just curious.” You squeaked, refusing to look at George.

All three of the boys noticed this reaction, but chose to ignore it, not wanting to make your life anymore difficult. “He’s around here somewhere, probably run off with Ally, he’s bound to show his face soon.” Freddie piped up, not realising how your face dropped at the mention of another girl.

You soon found yourself partying quite intensely with George, drinking twice your combined body weights. George had pulled you towards a small table where a lot of people were crowded doing lines.

With no hesitation, you closed your right nostril with your finger, bent down, and took a large sniff of a line. You then straightened up again, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, when you caught a certain pair of piercing blue eyes. It was Roger.

He had a girl on his arm, the same bimbo from the other night, who you assumed to be Ally. You politely gave him a small smile, but he just gave you this look. A look that clearly said; What are you doing? This is not you.

You still thought to yourself that he was being a hypocrite, as he also does it. So, ignoring Roger’s judgement, you decided to then do another line. And another. And another.

Soon the night became a complete fuzzy blur of you dancing, snorting and drinking.

~The next morning~

Roger had woken up in one of the many guest rooms, with a naked Ally sleeping soundly next to him. His head felt like it was going to explode, and his heart ached at the thought of how you acted the night before. He knew you, that wasn’t you.

He also knew that you hated being like that, so if you had reduced yourself back to that, there was definitely something wrong and someone to blame.

He made his way outside to the back porch, walking over many passed out figures, and laughing at a shirtless John sleeping on the large sofa, Veronica being clutched to his side.

As he took a drag of his cigarette, he noticed a sleeping figure on the grass, to which he shook his head and moved his gaze elsewhere. But then something clicked, his gaze quickly shifted back to the figure, it had the same hair colour as yours, and was wearing your dress from the night before.

He quickly put out his cigarette and rushed towards the body. You were ice cold, and you wouldn’t wake up, you were breathing at least. Your nose was raw and bleeding, your skin was pale, and you had a stench of alcohol on you.

Worst of all, George was nowhere to be seen. Roger then recalled the night before; as he was walking up the stairs with Ally, he noticed George leave the party, but he just figured you went with him. He never thought that your boyfriend would be so careless to leave his drunk and clearly drugged out girlfriend by herself at a party.

He quickly scooped you up, a lump in his throat forming, and brought you inside.

~A couple hours later~

You woke up in a strange bed, your head wouldn’t stop banging, and your nose felt like it was on fire. You definitely overdid it.

You noticed the bottle of painkillers on the bedside table along with a glass of water, you quickly gulped down two tablets, before noticing you were not alone.

You didn’t even see the figure sitting next to you on the bed, his eyes riddled with exhaustion along with concern. “Roger? What happened?” You yawned, placing your palm on your brow.

“Well, you got pretty fucked up. Drank a lot, and you probably sniffed enough cocaine to supply the whole party.” He sighed, but you could tell he was not angry. “I then found you this morning, passed out on the grass, and you’ve been out for about 6 hours now, since then.”

Before you could respond, you could feel your stomach churning, and you started gagging. Roger quickly grabbed the room’s dustbin, and brought it to your face, kindly letting you spew your guts out. He just gently stroked your hair, taking the bin from you when you were finished.

“Where’s George?” You wiped the back of your hand across your mouth, and then took a large gulp of water.

“Good fucking question.” He sighed, staring at you. Now you could tell that he was angry, but still not at you.

You just mouthed an ‘oh’ while thinking of something else to say.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” You just looked at him, very confused by his question. You were going to give a snarky comment but decided that now was not the proper time nor place.

“Y/N, you’re back with this guy, who left you for a month, because he didn’t trust you enough to believe that you weren’t sleeping with me, may I add. He treats you like shit, he has got you back into the drugs and alcohol and partying, which you hated about yourself. I mean to the point that you came to us to help you. And he doesn’t even have the decency to bother to take you home, or to pick you up when you’re passed out.”

You were about to say something, but then he cut you off before you could. “Do you see him anywhere? Because I surely don’t, it’s just me. Y/N it breaks our hearts to see you like this, he’s not good for you.”

You could see that his eyes were now watering, which showed you that he did genuinely care. But you also noted that he said our hearts, not my heart, meaning that he only sees you as a friend.

However, you also found yourself infuriated at the fact that he is telling you how to live your life.

“Excuse me Roger, but I do not need you telling me who to date and how I should live my life. You do lines too, you also drink, and oh yes, you do in fact party. So, don’t be a hypocrite! Anyway! Why do you care? You have Ally, she perfectly satisfies your need for a woman’s attention. So, leave me alone, okay! I know what I’m doing!” You wanted to take the words back the minute you said them, you knew they were harsh.

Instead, you took out a cigarette, fumbling with the lighter to get it to light. You were so nervous for the fight that was about to break out with Roger now, you said some pretty hurtful words, you were just waiting for the retaliation.

But he didn’t. He just bent down to your eye level, and gently took the lighter out of your hands, bringing it up to the cigarette between your lips, lighting it for you.

Your eyes never left his, the entire time, a single tear falling down your cheek at the tenderness of his actions. He then placed a small kiss to your cheek and stood up.

“Call me if you need anything, Y/N.” And with that he left the room, slowly closing the door behind him.

Leaving you smoking in the dark by yourself.

Part 4

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tobin-heaths · 4 years

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Forever

request: Tobin,christen and alex going to a ring store cause Tobin is going to ask r to marry her on christmas

pairing: Tobin Heath x Reader

words: 1244

"Babe? Should I do the dishes now or leave them for tomorrow?" You called out of the kitchen.

Tobin and you were spending Christmas together this year, all alone, visiting your families the next day.

It was her idea and you gladly accepted it. Having time for yourself was rare the past half year after everything that happened with the World Cup.

There was nothing more relaxing than being home watching some movies with the person you loved most, a fire burning in the background while it snowed outside.

"Babe?" You called again not receiving any answer from your girlfriend, getting a little worried.

Tobin told you she would set up the TV for some more cute Christmas movies while you got the plates and food back into the kitchen.

You just enjoyed the best Christmas dinner on earth, Tobin and you cooking it together dancing around the kitchen to hits like 'Last Christmas' or 'All I want for Christmas is you'.

Tobin took care of the roasted Turkey and gravy while you worked on the mashed potatoes and vegetables.

"Tobin, why aren't you answering?" You threw the dish cloth into the sink and hurried over to the living room.

The first thing you noticed was the beautiful Christmas tree shining bright together with countless lit candles all over the room.

Your mouth opened in shock and amazement. Still, Tobin was nowhere to be seen.

"Babe, what's going on? Where are you?" Suddenly you heard footsteps drawing closer from behind you.

You whirled around and found Tobin kneeling in front of you, a big smile on her face holding a small black box.

"Oh my god, Tobin!" You felt like fainting, how could this moment be real? Tears started to gather in your eyes.

"Y/N Y/L/N, I've known you for a long time now and you never left my side. You were the one helping me along the way, always supporting me, cheering me up and kissing it better whenever I got hurt. You're my best friend and my lover, I couldn't ask for a better gift in life. I love you with all I am and I don't want to spend the rest of my life without you, so– Y/N, will you marry me?" She asked.

For a moment the world around you stood still, there was nothing else but that beautiful woman in front of you asking you to become her wife. The tears were now freely running down your cheeks.

"Yes! Yes! Oh my god, a thousand times yes! Oh god!" You yelled and jumped into her arms eagerly kissing her.

It was a messy kiss with your tears wetting her skin and lips as well. Tobin giggled as she held your waist with one arm.

"Yes? It's a yes!" She said happily and opened the box. Inside laid the most beautiful ring you've ever seen.

One hand covered your mouth in shock as she slipped the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly.

"Tobin this is unbelievable. This ring is gorgeous, wow! I love you so much!" Hugging her once again she easily lifted you up and twirled you around.

"I'm shaking, my goodness. I don't think any kind of Christmas gift could ever top yours from now on." You giggled, wiping a few tears away and looked at the ring.

The light from the candles made the diamond shine brilliantly. "It's a special one, I've had it made just for you." She spoke.

"Made just for me? Did anyone know about this though?" You raised your eyebrows.

Tobin laughed and pulled you into her lap as you sat down on the couch.

"Yes, Alex and Christen actually went with me once the ring was finished. They've kept it a secret, I'm impressed." While Tobin spoke you couldn't take your eyes off the ring.

"Tell me all about it, please." You begged and gave her a faint kiss on the lips.

"Alright."

2 months ago...

"Tobin!" Tobin looked up from her phone and saw Christen and Alex walking in her direction.

She put her phone back into her pocket and stood up to greet her friends.

"Guys, I'm so glad you could make it. I know the schedules are packed and busy but I really appreciate it." She said hugging both of them.

"You're sure about this? Does Y/N know about this?" Tobin nodded eagerly, she was always sure of everything she did, always planning everything way ahead.

"Absolutely 100 percent sure. I love her and want to spend the rest of my life with her and no, she doesn't know about this. So please, don't let it slip to anyone. I want it to be a surprise." Alex grinned and Christen patted her shoulder.

"When do you plan on proposing?" Christen asked. They had started walking through the city of Portland searching for Tobin's jeweler.

"Thought about this for a long time but Christmas is coming up and she absolutely loves it. Guess I'll do it on Christmas." Her National teammates squealed in happiness and she felt herself blushing a little.

"Guys calm down, please." She laughed.

Arriving at the store they all went inside and took a good look at all kinds of jewelry. There were rings, earrings, necklaces, watches and so much more. Not to mention their prices.

"Good evening, ladies. Miss Heath, welcome back!" A man in his early 60's raised his voice from behind the counter.

"George, good to see you again. I'm here to pick up the ring." Tobin walked towards him, Christen following her while Alex decided to look at the watches some more.

"Ah, yes indeed. The ring is all ready and done. Excuse me while I get it." He said and disappeared into the back, returning shortly after with a small black box placing it in front of the Thorns' player.

Her fingers opened the box and gasped as she saw the ring for the first time. "Alex! Get over here! You're missing everything!" Christen scolded and waved her over with a glare.

"Oh my god! Y/N is so gonna love this!" Alex said and bent down to have a closer look at it.

"We measured the band to the exact size you told me and should fit perfectly. Its band is made of 18k white gold, simple without any extra stones, just like requested. Now to the stone. This brilliant round diamond weighs 3 carat and its clarity has a level of VS2. Color is graded to L. All in all it's the perfect engagement ring. Has it met your expectations, ma'am?" He explained, touching the ring with gloves and pointing everything out.

"It's perfect!" Tobin replied and turned to her friends. "What do you guys think? Would she like it?" She asked nervously.

"Tobin, this ring is gorgeous, only a fool wouldn't fall for it. And besides, you're coming with the package.. why would she ever say no?" Alex laughed and wiggled her eyebrows.

"Alex, it's no time for jokes. The ring is perfect, for sure she's going to love it! I'm proud of you, Tobin." Christen playfully rolled her eyes at Alex then hugged Tobin.

And that's how you ended up getting engaged to Tobin Heath. You had to pinch yourself several times to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

Later in the evening a photo was posted to your Instagram, showing Tobin holding your hand, the ring the center of attention.

The caption read 'It's a yes!'.

#tobin heath imagines #uswnt imagines #uswnt #tobin heath

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mst3kproject · 4 years

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Blood of Dracula’s Castle

This is another film by Al Adamson of Carnival Magic, starring John Carradine of The Unearthly and the weirdly rectangular Alexander D’Arcy of Horrors of Spider Island. If that weren’t enough, the first thing you see when you start the movie is an opening sequence of badly-shot driving set to an incongruously cheerful theme song, looking like something that should have credits over it, but doesn’t. Because obviously the perfect way to begin your movie is by giving everybody flashbacks to Manos: the Hands of Fate. Oh, boy.

Glen Cannon has just inherited a castle, so he takes his girlfriend Liz out to see the place and to meet the longtime tenants, Mr. and Mrs. Townsend. Unfortunately for Glen, Liz, and a number of short-skirted passers-by, the Townsends are actually vampires! They live in the castle with a menagerie of servants that include George the butler, Johnny the homicidal maniac (not the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, just a guy named Johnny who happens to be a homicidal maniac), and a hunchback named Mango. Not keen on the idea of moving, the undead try to persuade the young couple to either extend their lease or sell them the property outright. And if that fails, well, George does need victims to sacrifice to the moon god…

(Pictured above, three hundred percent more captive women than in Hercules and the Captive Women.)

You’d think a movie called Blood of Dracula’s Castle would be set in some ancient and spooky part of eastern Europe, wouldn’t you? And you’d be wrong, because the castle in this story is in the middle of the Arizona desert. Why is there a castle in the Arizona desert? The movie never explains, but I’m guessing the backstory is similar to that of Shea Castle in California, where much of the movie was shot – some rich asshole just decided he wanted to live in a castle. What I really want to know is why this specific castle has vampires in it. Deserts just don’t seem like good vampire habitat, you know?

Blood of Dracula’s Castle is particularly ridiculous about this, because like Attack of the The Eye Creatures or Mole Men Against the Son of Hercules, it features sun-hating baddies in a movie that is clearly shot in the daytime with a dark filter! And like those other movies, the sunshine is so intense that the filters do just about nothing. Also, why is there a beach nearby? Arizona is not exactly famous for those.

The Townsends are some seriously weaksauce vampires. A lot of movies have vampires with superhuman strength, telepathy, or the power of flight. These two are afraid of being shot, and can’t even escape from being tied up with silk sashes. I would say it undermines their threat, but they never seemed that threatening to begin with. Alexander D’Arcy and Paula Raymond play the characters very low-key and matter-of-fact, and their servants come across as far more dangerous than the masters. I suppose this is why the vampires turn to dust in an anticlimax, while the real movie-ending battle is with Mango the hunchback. He takes a bullet to the gut, an axe to the back, is set on fire, and finally topples over a cliff before he goes down! Even George the aged butler puts up a pretty good fight with a morningstar before breaking his neck in a fall down the stairs.

Johnny, meanwhile, is a very confusing inclusion. He’s been in a mental institution for murdering some unspecified number of people, and he blames his killing spree on the full moon. The movie harps on this at some length, with Johnny himself, the Townsends, and George all referring to it, so by the time the climax approaches we’re pretty sure we’re gonna get a werewolf scene. When George sets out to sacrifice a captive woman to the moon god, I was eagerly hoping this would take the form of wolfman Johnny showing up to tear her apart. But Johnny is present to watch, remains fully human throughout, and does nothing, while George simply sets the woman on fire! Why spend all that time setting it up? Is the point supposed to be that Johnny uses lycanthropy as an excuse for his killings when the truth is he’s just a murderer? If so, the movie misses by a mile.

Glen and Liz are technically the main characters, but they’re very much the type who are only present so this movie will have somebody to happen to. The writers, director, and even the actors are far more interested in their assortment of baddies. Neither of the couple has anything that might be considered a character trait. They are introduced in a montage of Glen taking pictures of Liz at Sea World, which establishes nothing but the fact that she’s hot and he’s recently asked her to marry him. There’s also a really weird bit where they make out under the watchful eyes of a voyeuristic walrus, which sure is a sentence I just wrote.

There are a couple of moments when it looks like Glen’s profession of photography might just be plot relevant. He tries to take a picture of Johnny, but Johnny doesn’t want him to, which could have been a precursor to one of them recognizing the escaped murderer. It goes nowhere. I also wondered if the film might make use of the idea that vampires don’t show up any better in photographs than they do in mirrors, but the idea is completely ignored.

About the only thing in Blood of Dracula’s Castle that works is one joke. Glen and Liz are snooping around the castle basement, where they discover the Townsends sleeping in their coffins. Liz starts to freak out, and Glen tries to reassure her by telling her that there’s a perfectly logical explanation. She demands to know what that is… and rather than offer some ��rational’ bullshit Glen just straight up says, “they’re vampires, obviously!” The sheer surprise of seeing a trope subverted like that in this stupid movie made me laugh out loud.

Is there anything halfway interesting in this movie? Meh, not really. The closest it comes is when it suggests the Townsends’ distaste for ‘traditional’ vampirism. They don’t go around biting necks and leaving bodies behind – instead they drain blood from a vein and sip it out of genteel wine glasses. Killing Glen and Liz is not Plan A, it is what they’re forced to turn to when all else fails. Lady Townsend even contemplates the idea that someday somebody might invent synthetic blood, allowing vampires to become law-abiding citizens!

This could have been neat, but it fails to go anywhere because the Townsends seem entirely cheerful and blasé about the crimes they do commit. They have no problem keeping young women chained up in their dungeon, draining them of blood and then turning them over to Mango to be raped and murdered. They show no reluctance to sacrifice victims to the moon god. In fact, their performance has almost a Stepford Wives sort of feel, in which they are polite and pleasant about literally everything. Even in private, when they worry about possibly having to kill their guests, they sound cheerful. The fake smile plastered across D’Arcy’s face is downright terrifying, though not for the reasons it ought to be. He looks like being in this movie is causing him physical pain.

Another thread seems to be some commentary, probably unintentional, about the nature of relationships. Glen and Liz argue quite a bit, and I think most of it’s intended to be in fun but Gene O’Shane and Barbara Bishop are not good actors and it sometimes comes across quite bitter. Their disagreements contrast with the behaviour of the Townsends, who are perfectly in harmony in everything they do. Perhaps this is because the Townsends have simply known each other longer, having been married for some three centuries while Glen and Liz have only been together a year or so. The impression one gets, however, is an Addams Family sort of vibe, in which embracing the darkness within seems to lead to better relationships.

Now that I think of it… with the charming, well-dressed, and loving couple, and their cadaverous butler, there is definitely an Addams Family thing going on here. The comics had been around since 1938 and the TV series started in 1964, so it was out there for other creators to draw on.

In comparison to the other Al Adamson movies I’ve seen, Blood of Dracula’s Castle actually strikes me as more similar to Carnival Magic than to Psycho-A-Go-Go. The latter film was very upfront about its dark themes, while the former buries them under a cheerful carnival front. Blood of Dracula’s Castle also looks rather harmless on the surface, as the Addams Family comparison makes clear: the Townsends are very cheerful and friendly vampires, their castle more whimsical than foreboding. They and their strange servants could be characters in a comedy, were the movie not so explicit about their murders.

Blood of Dracula’s Castle is pretty dull. You won’t be missing anything if you skip it. If you do want to watch it, I’d better warn you: the opening sequence is set to an upbeat song called Last Train Out, and once it’s in your brain, it’s not going anywhere for a while.

#mst3k #reviews #episodes that never were #blood of dracula's castle #poor john carradine #tw: rape #60s

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leeholtwrites · 4 years

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Magical Girl Reunion Tour - C4

Shonda

Shonda regretted not having Maggie meet her at her house after George went to work. Her sun glasses struggled to fight off the glare of the mid morning sun as she stood on the sidewalk in front of an apartment building. Everything was beige and bleached, baked by the harsh weather. A ring of mountains rose up near by, the only touch of beauty she could see.

She whipped put her phone with a free hand and looked at her location. Las Vegas. Well, this was a far cry from the glittering lights of the vacation she took with George all those years ago, chasing all the best food the tourist spots had to offer. She stared at the xeriscape in front of the building as she shoved her phone away. Why the hell would Maggie be in the party city at the edge of nowhere?

Shonda's hand holding the coffee carrier started to cramp. She had not slept well last night, and it contained her second cup. Part of her lack of sleep had been her tearing up the garage, looking for her wand. It had been shoved in a box with a bunch of old stuff from high school. Yearbooks, a couple of A+ papers, a favorite jacket, and there it was buried under it all with less reverence than she gave an old essay.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the wand. It was a warm blue with a globe of translucent yellow. Thin threads of gold formed geometric patterns over the globe, meeting at the top in a circle. In the shadow of the box it all appeared muted, even neglected.

With a deep breath, she reached in and grasped the smooth handle. It woke, the colors brightening. Emotions of awe and dread swirled within her as she lifted it before her face. The years hadn't changed it a bit. It was still as bright and warm as it was in her memories.

Now she could feel the mid-morning hear coaxing sweat from her pores. She shouldn't have teleported with her cardigan on. She should have asked where Maggie lived so she could have dressed accordingly. Although, why she ended up at Maggie's place with no Maggie just baffled her.

A Camry about 10 years old rumbled up to the curb. Maggie sat in the front seat. She gave Shonda a confused look before turning off the car and getting out. "How did you find this place? I didn't give you my address."

Shonda reached into her purse with her free hand and pulled out the wand. It glinted in the bright desert sun. "I don't know. Ask this thing. Usually we teleport where the person we're thinking of is, not where they're going to be. Do you think I like standing outside in the hot sun? It's like, September. Why is it so hot?"

Maggie stepped up on the curb. "Welcome to the southwest during climate change. At least we're not on fire." She pointed to the two cup coffee carrier in Shonda's hand. "Which one?"

"The one closest to you. I'm kind of wishing I'd gotten it iced now."

She pulled it out and took a sip. "I'm not picky. Follow me. I'm on the second floor."

Shonda trudged after Maggie up the concrete steps. The simmering anger had returned upon seeing her old friend. In all honesty, she though she'd been dead. Every couple years she would check the various social media sites to see if Maggie would show up, but never had any luck. The temptation to use her darker computer skills always arose in those moments. Sometimes it took all of Shonda's will power not to call upon those skills her curiosity was so strong. Maggie had all but fallen off the face of the Earth when they started college. Now that the woman was standing before her, she was determined to find out what had happened.

Maggie unlocked the door and slipped inside. Shonda followed her. The apartment was not what she expected. It was clean, but mostly bare. The door entered into an small living space with a couch, coffee table, and a flat screen television mounted over a short bookshelf filled to bursting. A stationary bike sat between the couch and the dining space with nothing hanging off it, so it must be used. A small dining table was pushed up against the wall where a door to a hallway was, two chairs tucked up underneath it. The kitchen was tucked up in it's own alcove on the same wall as the hanging television. It was tidy, with bright pops of color from kitchen towels hanging from the cabinet doors. In the living area, generic artwork hung along the walls, but as Shonda moved to take a seat, she spotted the frames of photographs running down along the hallway behind the couch. She thought she saw herself at fifteen, but there would be time to look later. They had to figure out what was going on.

Viridian slinked around the couch and hopped up on the coffee table just as Shonda sat down her purse and the coffee carrier. "Glad you could join us, Shonda. I'm glad Maggie moved passed her more stubborn nature to at least take my advise."

Maggie rolled her eyes, her lips still glued to the lid of the coffee cup.

Shonda stripped off her cardigan and draped it over the arm of the couch next to her. "Well, if Omira is back as you say, then we have to figure out how we're going to handle it."

Maggie paced back and forth on the other side of the table, yet she still managed to give Shonda her attention, swiveling her head every time she turned. "I don't want to do this, but if what Viridian says is true, there can't be another team as long as we're alive, then we obviously don't have a choice," she said bitterly. "It has to be us."

"I’m glad you see my way," Viridian said with such snugness that Shonda was sure Maggie was going to stuff him in her garbage disposal with the look she gave him.

She took a sip of her coffee, savoring the rich flavor. From the way Maggie was chugging it, Shonda wasn't sure she was even appreciating the specialty coffee she'd picked up from her favorite roaster and café. She crushed the feeling of offence rising up. Maggie was obviously preoccupied with having to pick her wand back up, as she should be.

"It took us three years last time to defeat Omira," Shonda finally said. "I don't know about you, but I don't have that kind of time."

Maggie finally stopped pacing. "I don't have that kind of time. I have two weeks, tops. That is how much vacation I have. I’m lucky enough to have built up enough good will that I can probably get it approved with a phone call, but that's only if I can get everyone else on board. It can't just be the two of us."

"And we have to do it sooner rather than later. Who knows when Omira is going to control someone who has enough passion to start siphoning life force. I say we start with Chloe. Then, if Omira attacks before we get the other two on, we stand a chance. She was our, to use an RPG term, tank. Then you can get into position to use your spells."

With a sigh, Maggie finally joined Shonda on the couch. "I don't know if I even remember half of them. I know I was our magical powerhouse, being our charismatic leader filled with love, but I'm not the same person. Not even close. I wish I could say that was a reliable plan. It's not. We need to try and get everyone on board today if possible. We need the muscle. Can you even remember all your spells?"

Shonda wanted to argue. Her plan was solid. How dare Maggie argue with her when she had just vanished on them. But she was right. They would all be rusty. The only second thought she'd even given her past life was if her daughter was going to be sucked in.

She reached into her purse for her wand. "Well, let's see," she whispered more to herself than Maggie. She held it out before her. "Reveal your true form."

With a flash of gold light, the top of the wand morphed into a foot high oval mirror, the handle extending for more balance. Shonda had never liked looking into the mirror despite how often she'd done it. What she saw now was ugly. It was necessary.

Shonda turned it toward Maggie and shouted, "Reveal the truth!"

Maggie had thrown up her hands, shouted at her not to do it, but the glaring white glow was not deterred. On the back of the mirror Shonda saw it, Maggie's truth. Saw her barely able to get out of bed. Saw her cut herself off from everyone. Saw her cry. So much crying. Saw her hold a knife to her wrists.

Shonda dropped the mirror. She couldn't see it, but there was another way to find out. She grabbed Maggie's wrists and pulled them to herself. "No scars," she breathed, filled with relief.

Maggie pulled her hands away, anger in her eyes so hot they could set fires. "What the fuck, Shonda! Why would you do that? You know how violating that is?"

Shame and anger warred inside her. "You just stopped calling! Texting! You have no social media presence. That was never like you. I thought you were dead!" Tears stung her eyes. "You just fell off the face of the Earth." Her voice grew soft. "You're my friend. You made me worry, and I'm mad at you for that."

Maggie dropped her hands. She was quiet. The silence stretched, growing increasingly uncomfortable, but Shonda kept her mouth shut. Maggie was right, even if she didn't want her to be right. She had wronged her, that was true, but the ugly part of her still felt like she had done the right thing. The shame cooled the heat of her anger. What an ass she was. She opened her mouth to speak, but Maggie held up a hand.

"I know, this is not the ideal situation for a reunion. I don't know if I would have told you eventually, but developing very serious depression I hope answered at least some of your questions," she said, her voice mock light. She stood up. "Come with me."

Shonda joined her, confused. She still kept her mouth shut as she followed Maggie around the couch and into the hall she spotted when she entered the apartment. Maggie clicked on the light overhead. Blanketing the wall in a myriad of frames were pictures of Maggie in high school. Some with her friends, some with her family, but it didn't matter, in each and every one she was smiling.

Without looking at her, Maggie began to speak. "I put these up once I moved in. I missed myself, and I wanted to remember what I was like before, well, the darkness I guess," Maggie said sheepishly. "I talk to my family. Call my mom once a week. Got to therapy. Take meds. I like my job. Things are better, but I’m still sorry. I should have at least sent you a Christmas card."

Shonda reached out toward a picture of her in high school. Senior year. Her arm draped around Maggie. Despite that they'd yet to defeat Omira in the picture, there was an energy of carefree youth and love for each other. The tears returned. She fought them unsuccessfully. Maggie had betrayed that friendship with her silence, that much Shonda was sure. Now, she couldn't hang onto that anger. Maggie was back, despite that it took a threat to the world to bring her back, and she was better off than Shonda had imagined. Sure, the generic art, the bare bones furniture, the small apartment seemed a little sad, but Maggie was here and well enough.

She reached up and wiped her tears away. Shonda turned to Maggie. "I do not miss your dye jobs."

A small smile snuck across Maggie's lips. "Look, I don't want to do this either, but it looks like we have to. What do you say we talk to Chloe and go from there."

"You know, unlike you, I know where she actually lives."

Maggie rolled her eyes. "Very funny."

"So, do you want to have lunch in Boston?"

#magical girl reunion tour #magicalgirlreuniontour #femaleprotagonist

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lizzie-boo · 4 years

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The Power of Flowers

Request: Hello! Thank you for taking requests ❤️ I would love to read a story about Neville Longbottom and a character called Rey (short for Audrey) Winchester, a Gryffindor. She’s optimistic, sunny, funny, kind of tough, she loves flowers and have a lot of them in her hair (if needed, there should be a lot about her on the Rey Winchester tag). They’re childhood friends but I’d love a cute story where they start dating and maybe share a first kiss? Thank you 🌸

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 2,155

A/N: Once again this was requested forever ago. Are you sensing a theme here, yeah it’s that I’m finally getting around to writing these. I feel so bad about taking so long and I still have a few more requests to do but I’m back in the swing of this writing thing and should have them up soon. Thank you all for being so patient with me, I love each and every one of you for it. Also, in regards to this request I hope that is what you wanted, I read your request and just knew I needed to do something along the lines of this. I know it isn’t exactly what you asked for but I hope you still like it.

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The curtains around her bed fluttered as her dorm mates rushed out to head to their first class of the day. It wasn’t the movement of the curtains or the sound of running feet that woke her but rather the sound of the door softly clicking shut. The noise itself had nestled itself into her mind and worked its way into her dream. Giving her images of heading to class and meeting with friends. The images were what startled her awake and she struggled to remove herself from the bed.

The second her feet touched the floor she began rushing around the room. The thought of being late fueled her rampant efforts to get ready. Her usual morning routine was vastly shortened and before she knew it she was slamming the girls' dorm room behind her.

Her robe billowed behind her as she made her way out to the greenhouse as fast as possible. Professor Sprout was still informing the class of what they would be doing today and she was able to slip into the crowd of students.

She was out of breath and barely standing as she searched for her friend among the sea of students. She spotted him near the front of the group and gently began to make her way forward, hoping to get to him before Sprout had finished talking. She placed a hand on his arm causing him to look at her. He gave her a large smile before turning back to their professor. Once all the students were allowed to go about today’s lesson they turned to each other.

“You’re so lucky that we had herbology this morning,” Neville tells her.

“Don’t even, I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if it had been Snape’s class.” She shudders at the thought, making Neville laugh.

“You know you’re really dramatic,” He teases.

“You know you would’ve acted the same way if you were in my position so I don’t want to hear it,” She sasses back.

Another smile graces his face and he responds, “You know you're lucky that I like you, Audrey.”

“Oh, so we are doing full names now huh?” She says.

Before he gets a chance to respond she’s turning towards the plants laid out on the table. They work in silence next to each other tending to the plants. At one point Neville turns to her to ask a question and stops when he notices her hair. Her brown hair that is normally laced with flowers is bare today. It shocks him ever so slightly because as long as he’s known her she’s never gone anywhere without flowers in her hair. He’s watched her run late for important events and still take the time to intricately place flowers throughout her hair.

Not long after Professor Sprout dismisses the class and the students file out of the greenhouse and make their way back towards the caste. When Rey turns to look for her friend he is nowhere to be seen, so she heads to her next class hoping he will catch up eventually because she doesn’t want to risk being late again today.

She takes her seat near the back of the class and pulls out her transfiguration textbook. As she places her quill next to it she hears someone sit down next to her. She turns to see a red-faced Neville who seems to be panting just as bad as she was earlier.

“Where’d you go?” She asks.

“I um stopped to get some flowers,” He manages.

“Ooh, who’s the lucky lady?” Her eyes twinkle as she teases him. His face turns a darker shade of red which she didn’t know was possible.

“Actually, they are for you.” He places the small red flowers on the desk in front of them.

“Me?” She gapes at the flowers strewn about the desk. After all these years of friendship and he’s giving her flowers. She never thought she would see the day that she would be on the receiving end of such a thoughtful gift.

“Yeah, I noticed you didn’t have any in your hair. So I thought I would get you some.” He reaches for the nearest flower and gently places it in her hair.

Her smile grows wider at the gesture and her face flushes. Sure it wasn’t the grand romantic gesture she thought it had been originally but it was still touching.

“Thank you, Neville, I love them.” She pulls him in for a tight hug before quickly adorning her hair with the rest of the bright red flowers. She isn’t quite sure what kind they are but she never gets the chance to ask as class begins.

After class, they walk side by side towards the great hall. They reach the Gryffindor table and sit next to a few of the Weasleys and Harry Potter. Neville joins the boys in a conversation on the ridiculous amount of homework that was assigned for transfiguration, causing Audrey to turn towards the youngest Weasley.

“They should stop complaining and just start working on it already.” She huffs.

“I know, it would save them so much time and stress. And god knows it would save me from killing them when they won’t stop complaining about how they don’t have enough time to finish it,” Ginny complains.

“I think I’ve learned to just drown it out. It’s not even worth our time fighting with them over it because they never listen and it’s the same thing every time,” She replies.

“I know, I know. Anyway besides your apparent stack of homework how were your classes?”

“It was fine, I was late to herbology and Neville brought me flowers to put in my hair since I was running late.”

Ginny stops to look at me, her mouth hanging open slightly. She fiddles with one of the flowers in her hair as she waits for her friend to say something.

“He brought you flowers?” She whispers.

“Yeah, I mean not exactly what I thought at first but it was still nice.” She smiles while pulling at the ends of her hair.

“Wait, hold up! You mean you wanted him to bring you flowers. Like a full ass bouquet?” Her eyes dart between the two Gryffindors sitting next to her. She still looks just as shocked and Audrey can’t help but laugh at her expression.

“I mean it wouldn't have said no if he offered them to me.” She shrugs.

“Don’t kill me but do you have a crush on him?” She whispers. Audrey gives her a small nod in response causing the red-haired girl to freak out.

Grabbing her friend by the hand Ginny drags her out of the great hall and straight to their common room. Once she’s forced her to sit on one of the couches she starts pacing.

“I always knew he liked you but you, you I was never quite sure about. I mean you’re so nice to everyone and it was hard to tell if you were just being nice or if you were interested in him.” The red-haired girl’s voice grows louder after each word until Audrey has to shush her

“I mean yeah why wouldn't I like him. He’s so sweet and caring and he’s always been there for me.” She smiles at the ground as she scuffs her shoe into the carpet.

“Audrey Winchester you need to tell me everything right now. When did this start? Why didn’t you tell me before? And most importantly when are you going to do something about it?” The younger girl is out of breath before she’s even done asking her questions.

“Gin, come on it’s no big deal and please sit down before you pass out.”

“Fine but only if you tell me everything.”

“Okay, okay, I mean Nev and I have been friends since we were kids. We knew each other growing up, started Hogwarts together, and even got sorted into the same house. You could almost say it was bound to happen. I mean geez Gin, he loves to grow flowers and take care of plants and I love wearing them in my hair. It’s like a match made in freaking heaven.”

“Then go do something about it before someone else locks him down cause honey I’ve seen some people looking at him and you might not have much time left to make a move,” She urges.

“I don’t know how to. Like what am I supposed to do walk up to him and be like hey childhood friend wanna be more than friends?” Audrey mocks while wiggling her eyebrows. This causes Ginny to laugh and before they know it both girls are laughing so hard that tears blur their vision.

The portrait hole swings open and both turn to look at who it is through their laughter induced tears. A majority of the boys from lunch have filed in to lounge around before classes start up again for the day.

“What happened here?” Harry asks looking between both girls who can’t seem to keep it together.

“Oh nothing,” Audrey says with a dismissive wave of the hand.

Ginny stands and takes a few steps towards Neville. “You’ve got a good one don’t let her slip away,” She tells him while giving him a pat on the back that leaves him breathless. He takes a minute to stare at her, surprised that such a small girl could be so strong.

“Ginny Weasley!” Audrey shrieks when she registers the comment.

“What?” Neville asks, confused as ever. Harry and Ron shrug before flopping down on the chairs closest to the fire.

“I think that might be a hint,” Fred says while giving him a playful shove.

“I do believe it was,” George agrees before shoving Neville back towards his twin.

“Can someone please explain this to me?” He asks. His plea is met with a silence which leaves him feeling discouraged.

“Hey, Nev, why don’t we go on a walk. It’s a lovely day out,” Audrey suggests while tugging at his arm. He follows behind her silently as everyone gives him a thumbs up. He shoots them a questioning look and they all just smile back.

The hand that is holding his wrist slowly loosens. In a moment of courage, she lets her hand slide down to his. They take a few steps with her hand lightly covering his, both unsure of what to do. Eventually, he turns his hand and intertwines their fingers. When he turns to look at her she is already smiling at him.

As they make their way outside Neville breaks the silence, “I think red flowers look really nice in your hair.”

The compliment warms her face and she smiles at the ground. Her free hand comes up to tug at the ends of her hair again. Something she finds herself doing much too often around her friend. A group of girls a year below them walks past them and one of the girls waves at Neville. Her face heats up as her friends giggle at her and they all rush away before Audrey or Neville have a chance to react.

The gears in Audrey’s mind are spinning. The words she shared with Ginny not so long ago bob to the surface. She had thought it was a blatant lie before. Something that the ginger girl had said to get her to make a move on her childhood friend. Yet, seeing how the girl looked so infatuated with him she knew it was true, she wasn’t the only one vying for his attention.

Turning to her friend she finally started to register the way he was looking at her. The way that his face lit up when he looked at her and how he hadn’t even noticed the other girls shy advances. That was all she needed to finally make the move that she had been waiting for him to make all these years.

She took a step towards him and looked up into his eyes. A variety of emotions flashed in his eyes and it made her feel all the more confident. Taking the final step she summons all her Gryffindor courage and stands up on the top of her toes and gently places a kiss on his lips. Pulling back she let the heels of her feet sink back into the grass. Without a second thought, Neville’s arm makes its way around her waist, pulling her in for another kiss. When they finally break apart he tucks her into his side, his arm never leaving her.

“Would you maybe wanna go out sometime?” Neville asks.

“You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that,” She responds. He leans down placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and she buries her face into his shirt.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” He tells her.

“I know it took us long enough, so let’s not waste another minute.” And with that, they share another kiss before heading down to the lake to spend the rest of the afternoon together.

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Sparks Will Fly

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1, 793

A/N: better late than never on this hiatus of sorts i suppose but I've been dragged way back into the hp groove so maybe I'll start writing for that fandom too??? Anyways here's some Fred love for Valentine's day~

You and Fred Weasley have been each other's backup Valentines for as long as you can remember. From when you were kids and gave each other cute cards with animated drawings.

You say backup Valentine, yet you actually did end up being together and going out on what you both assumed to be a purely platonic Valentine's day date every year. There were a few years, here and there, where either you or him thought you might have spent it with someone else, but you always ended up cozied on the couch together, sharing an assortment of sweets by the end of the night— always involving a dozen chocolate frogs that he buys you because they're your favorite.

This year, however, things seem to be different.

♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡

"Sorry to leave you all alone this year, love," Fred tells you, leaning onto you as you try to complete your homework— key word 'try' because having your best friend who is significantly bigger than you shifting all his weight onto you males it a lot more difficult to write. "But I've got a very special girl I need to impress."

"That's all right," you reassure him, looking up from your page. It'll probably end up like it does every year anyways... right?

"Don't be missing me too much, I don't want you to be lonely—"

"I think I'll be able to manage just fine," you chuckle, turning back to your potions assignment. "Who knows? Maybe I'll find my own date."

"Oh, but you couldn't replace me," he says in a sing-song voice as he lays his head in your lap, rending it completely impossible to continue writing.

"Don't get cocky, Weasley," you scoot over a smidge so that his head drops, but is still next to your leg as you carry on. "So, who is it?"

"Oh, I can't tell you that, love, it would ruin the surprise."

"What? You're ditching me on Valentine's day, and I'm not even allowed to know who for?" You drop your quill and look at him incredulously. He tells you everything, what makes this so different?

"That's right, you'll just have to wait and see like everyone else," he smiles, standing from the couch. "I will say this: sparks will fly."

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The eve of Valentine rolls around, and you realize that you had barely spent any time with your best friend all week. All the time you would usually spend together— which is pretty much always— has nearly halved from all of his running around and scheming to 'woo' this mysterious girl for the 14th day of the month.

He shovels his food down even quicker than usual, it comes as a shock to you that he hasn't bloody choked, and then he prepares a hasty departure.

"Hey! Where are you going?" You catch him by the wrist before he dashes off.

"I've got romance to brew!" He flashes you an impish smile and turns to leave again, only to have you pull him back again.

"I certainly hope that doesn't mean you're going to stoop so low as concocting a love potion just to get a girl to like you—"

"Of course not, it's a figure of speech," he places his free hand over his chest in mock-hurt. "Y/N, I hope you don't think that low of me; my devastatingly handsome looks are more than enough for the ladies to handle. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to some fire— err things to smuggle— I mean prepare."

"Wow, you're really pulling out all the stops," you settle back in your seat, releasing your grip. "Must be some special girl."

"Yeah, she really is," a daze settled over his voice and his features became entranced with a goofy grin. Now it hits you: this was going to be your first Valentine's day without Fred, and he was going to spend it with a girl he was clearly head-over-heels for.

"Well, best of luck," you offer him the most supportive smile you can muster before he runs out of the grand hall.

Your gaze unconsciously follows his figure and stays there even after he's out of sight, your meal and the rest of the world temporarily forgotten.

"You know," George drawls, observing the scene from the other side of the table. He has, without a doubt, been analyzing the whole interaction.

"What is it Georgie?" You roll your eyes playfully, already expecting a teasing remark.

"If I didn't know any better, Y/N, I'd say that you’re jealous of this girl."

"Yeah right," you dismiss him whilst trying to maintain the lie you're obviously telling yourself, which is that this doesn't affect you at all. You're trying to ignore the pang of envy clouding your heart, thinking about who this girl could possibly be.

George lets out a snort, indicating he doesn't believe a word you said, because other than Fred, he knows you better than anyone. Your expression must have betrayed you because he's reading you like an open book.

"I wouldn't worry too much about that other girl, though," he shoots you a knowing grin.

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Today is the day. Which day exactly? Right, the one where you find out which lucky girl has stolen your best friend's heart whilst you watch from the corner of a room as he proclaims his love with a grand gesture.

Speak of the red-headed devil, you haven't seen him all day; he wasn't there at breakfast, and he wasn't in the class you shared either— the latter of which was more common for him to skip. You haven't seen Fred Weasley all day, and now even as you sit across the lunch table from his twin brother, he is nowhere to be found.

"Where is he?" George merely answers you with a shrug, even though he obviously knows something you don't, but before you can interrogate him, the entire hall erupts in a chorus of oohs, ahs, and intrigued students looking all around the room.

Allowing your eyes to wander the room as well, you also find yourself watching the scene before you in awe, even though you've grown up in a world of magic. Rose petals are strewn all over the floor, bushels of your favorite flower have appeared as center pieces on the tables, and the floating candles are burning a soft pink hue and have started to move around, presumably into some sort of formation. Just when you've taken everything in, you're taken by surprise again, this time by fireworks. They explode in hearts, all timed like a symphony that carries the same melody as your favorite song, and then fizzle out in colors you've never even imagined.

Returning your focus back to the candles, you see that they've taken the shape of a massive heart and letters inside— your initials.

"What the..."

"Y/N?" Your ears perk up at the sound of a familiar voice and you whirl around to see none other than Fred Weasley.

"F-Fred—" He stands no more than a step away, grinning down at you with the widest smile you've ever seen. "Wh-what are you doing- what's going on?"

"Y/N," he speaks your name with such certainty, like it's the most wonderful combination of syllables that was created just for him. You're already reeling from the shock and seemingly the only person who still doesn't know what the hell is going on— and then he gets down on one knee. He holds up a chocolate frog box up to you with his left hand and holds his wand up in the other. With one swift flick, golden sparks light up the air above his head, forming the words 'will you be my Valentine' as he looks at you with his bright doe eyes. "Please?"

You honestly have no words. All you can do is break out into a smile, and throw your arms around him, nearly knocking him to the ground. He hugs you back tightly, securing you to him with an arm around your waist as he stands. Setting you back on your feet, he doesn't let go as he asks, "Shall I take that as a yes?"

Again, you don't answer him, instead tightening your arms around his neck and pushing yourself up to capture his lips. You think you might hear a few whoops and cheers around you, but you're too engrossed in the moment to fully register.

The domineering narrative on this moment is that it's been a long time coming. If you weren't so busy enjoying the moment, you'd probably be kicking yourself for waiting so long.

When you break apart, you don't let go of each other and he's got the goofiest love-struck grin you've ever seen.

"Although I'm glad at how well this all turned out, I think the chocolate frog may have escaped when you—"

"Mr. Weasley!" Professor Snape calls out as he approaches the pair of you. "To Professor Mcgonagall's office at once for this ridiculous display! I'll let her deal with you accordingly." He always did know how to ruin the fun.

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You wait outside the head of Gryffindor's office for Fred to come out and when he does, you worry he might be bringing bad news by the look on his face.

"Snape's taken quite a few house points, the sour old man," he pouts, looking a little defeated, but then a corner of his mouth quirks up. "But good ol' Mcgonagall seems to have a soft spot for grand gestures dedicated to her favourite student."

Smiling, you take his hands and lace your fingers through his. "You know, if you wanted me to be yours, you could have just asked," you giggle, pressing a feathery kiss to his cheek. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble for me."

He gives you a weird look for a moment, as though you describing his grand gesture as 'trouble' he went through for you is the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.

"You are well worth it— in fact, I went fairly tame this year, watch out for next year, you're going get the full Weasley love experience!" You really can't tell if he's joking or not, but you're too happy to care.

"So there's going to be a next year?"

"Of course," he chuckles, bringing up a hand to either side of your face. "If you'll be mine...?"

Now it's your turn to look at him like he's being ridiculous— which he is, because he should know by now that, "I always have been."

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