#wednesday x healer!reader

[hurtcomfortficstilltheend]

Necromancy? No, cardiopulmonary resuscitation!

Wednesday Addams x gn! healer! Reader

Summary: When the time comes, will reader be able to save her girlfriend?

or

The final battle, but make it angstier

Warnings: Blood, Fighting, Death.

Word Count: 1281

Wednesday’s sword broke into shards. Small pieces of metal landed on the ash-darkened grass, and for the first time since the whole ordeal started, she admitted to herself she didn’t have the upper hand. She hated feeling outpowered, but she would have called a truce if it was an option. She thought dying like that was kind of underwhelming, to be honest. (All this to say, Wednesday felt scared).

Before she could think of her next move, the pilgrim had her pushed into a wooden crate. It took a second for Wednesday to notice that the air was being forcibly sucked out of her lungs by the wizard, and the difficulty to breath was not caused by the sheer impact.

By the time Bianca stabbed the sword into Crackstone’s heart, killing him for good, Wednesday’s body laid lifeless on the ground. 

You stumbled into the scene after helping Enid out with the Hyde. When you saw your girlfriend’s state, you ran even faster to get to her. 

“Wednesday!” You dropped to your knees and immediately set your ear on her chest. You didn’t hear a heartbeat. You looked behind you for a moment, seeing Bianca, and Eugene in the corner, trying to get your shit together and trace a course of action. You didn’t let the shock of the moment set in, and cleared your mind. Your lover’s life depended on it.

You put your hands down in Wednesday’s chest and started performing cpr. Every second blood wasn’t pumping to her brain, her chances of survival decreased.

“Eugene! Call an ambulance!” You saw earlier that he had his phone on him. You looked him in the eye over your shoulder. “RIGHT NOW” He seemed to react to that, and started dialing 911.

You all heard when Thornhill stepped in, a gun in her hand and a threat about to come out of her mouth.

“Drop the gun” Bianca said, a siren song. The professor obliged with an astonished look “Do not move”.

Your hands didn’t falter on your girlfriend’s chest, but had the situation been different, you’d have lurched yourself at your friend for a grateful hug.

Your arms were getting exhausted, you had sweat and rebel tears dripping from your face. Wednesday wasn’t responding to the cpr, but you knew better than to stop. 

It was eerily quiet. No one dared to move or make a sound.

Enid appeared from behind you, covered in blood and full of scratches. She came running to where you were on the ground, and covered her face when she understood what was happening.

Your hands were coated with blood from (what you later found out was) the arrow wound on her roommate’s shoulder, your entire body was trembling from the exertion. Enid started crying silently.

“SHE’S NOT DEAD, OKAY?!” You screamed, way too loud, at her. “She’s okay, she is going to be just fine, I swear” Your voice was trembling, but you refused to break, not until your girlfriend was safe and sound. You had to be strong for her.

Your breath was ragged and no one was saying anything, goddammit! Had they already given up on her? “I-I just have to keep t-the blood flowing through her b-body” Hiccups escaped your mouth, as you started rambling about what your mom taught you about first aid and paramedicine. “In the ambulance, t-the defibrillator.. WHY THE FUCK IS IT TAKING SO LONG?!” 

All your surroundings vanished when you set your attention solely on Wednesday. You were a healer, for fuck’s sake, useless powers if you only could use them on a beating heart. If you could just get her heart to start working on its own…

Arms surrounded you from behind, taking you from your love’s side. Didn’t they see that you were trying to help her? Didn’t thew know that every second was gold, and that her brain needed the blood that you were pumping with the cpr to her-

“LET ME GO! DON’T TOUCH ME!” You were struggling against the person who was taking you from your girlfriend, from your dying girlfriend that needed you right-

“Calm down please, they are helping her” You opened your eyes to find a whole group of paramedics doing quick work of getting Wednesday’s uniform out of the way and, yes, they had a defibrillator.

You hold your breath and watch helplessly as they hit her with the electric shock. “CLEAR” Once, twice, three times until one of the medics holds two fingers against her throat and announces: “We have a pulse”.

It’s like your whole body collapses into Bianca -who was the one keeping you back, apparently- and you start sobbing uncontrollably. Out of relief, fear and fatigue.

You keep crying, whimpering, screaming, and crying again until you get to the hospital and a doctor tells you that she’s going to be alright. 

You don’t notice when the police take Thornhill in handcuffs, or when Weems appears out of the blue and puts some order, or when Enid hugs you like her life depends on it and let’s out a litany of thank yous’, or when a paramedic asks you if you are injured, and lastly takes you and other kids into the ambulance and to Jericho’s hospital.

…

The sun comes up and shines through the window. The thin curtains do little in stopping the light from slipping in and warming everything it touches.

You are softly awakened by a delicate and clumsy hand stroking your hair. For a moment, you think you are in your bedroom, sleeping by your girlfriend’s side, but the smell of disinfectant, the soreness in your body, and the memories of last night flood your mind all at once, and you bolt up, suddenly very awake and alert.

When your eyes meet Wednesday’s half lidded ones, you start crying again. You stand up from the plastic chair and get closer to her face. You caress her cheek, get some hair out of the way. She reaches a hand up and does the same. You hold her hand and bend yourself down to touch your forehead with hers.

A beat of silence passes, both of you taking in the situation and each other’s presence. “I didn’t know you were into necromancy” she half joked with a hoarse voice. You smiled, but started sobbing harder. Your tears fell into her cheeks and her hospital gown. You ever so delicately rested your head into her good shoulder.

“You are not in black” You retort after you calm down a little bit. Wednesday let’s a half hearted grunt. “I’ll tell Enid to bring you more appropriate attire” 

She scoots weakly over in the too-thin stretcher and pats the empty spot for you to lay in. You stand there, going over yesterday’s events.

“Did I break any ribs?” You ask on the verge of tears again. You can’t bear to think you might have inflicted any pain on her.

“You prevented me from having an unacceptably lame death, now come here, I’m not going to ask again” 

You hesitantly and so softly lay down next to her on your side, hugging her stomach, careful of her injuries. “I love you. So much” You whisper out the words you were so scared you’d never get to say to her.

“I love you too, cara mia” She starts to run her fingers through your hair again.

And just like that, you both fall into a well deserved, although shallow sleep. You would most definitely need the rest for when police came asking for testimonies and details of the events. For now though, your hearts were content in each other's company, and that was enough.

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A/N: Yes, Weems survived. No, I won't listen to canon.

I felt like the last episode could have been a little bit spicier, but I loved it anyway.

Expect more of healer!reader with unnecesary medicine facts *laughes mischivously*

Feedback is greatly appreciated, and as always thanks for reading! :D

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[stargirl-writes]

safety net part two

pairing : force healer! jedi reader x anakin skywalker

word count : 1 k

masterlist | part one

summary

finding safety in a world deranged by war became a distant dream until your childhood friend, anakin skywalker, comes back to your life.

tags : angst, fluff, romance, friends-to-lovers

warnings : mentions of dressing a wound

notes

part two of this one but can be read as a stand alone !

also, i think it'd make sense if i say that as a demisexual, angst is my version of a smut haha!

Anakin would appear every Wednesday.

The clone war broke out and healing Anakin became more difficult. For every wound that you closed, another would appear.

By the fourth week of your treatment, his bionic arm was nearly finished. You've gone to extensive lengths to gather beskar alloy. Which worked out in the end, because Anakin's synthetic arm became a sort of shield.

There was absolutely no reason for him to keep coming to your med-bay station. You knew he could've easily submerged himself in a bacta tank, which he developed a deep hatred of, or used a stim, but he persists.

And you can't entirely find it in yourself to not welcome him.

Anakin was a part of your childhood that felt like how home always felt. Even if you can no longer identify with most parts of your past, Anakin was... well, it was nice having him around.

"I'm starting to get the idea you're hurting yourself to see me" You teased one late night when Anakin welcomed himself to your quarters.

He lets out a soft chuckle, shrugging his shoulders.

You step forward, hand finding a way to his cheek out of instinct.

Exhaustion. Warmth. Excitement. 

You withdrew your hand, he was alright.

His gaze felt warm on your skin, you caught your eyes locked with his.

Your heart races and you step back, searching for something to occupy yourself with.

"I still don't get how you do that" Anakin's voice echoes from behind. You open the drawer of your closet to find your kit.

When you turned, Anakin was curiously stirring the pot of soup you were preparing.

"Do what?" You asked absentmindedly, laying out the cotton, the antiseptic, and the salve neatly on the table.

"You can tell how I'm feeling by touch?" Anakin searches the cupboards for the bowls and cutlery.

"I've been trained to" You answered, then gestured Anakin to sit down so you can dress his wound.

Anakin walked over and started taking off his robes. He winces under his breath. Recognizing his careful movements, you helped him unbutton his shirt.

A large blaster burn was marking the back of his shoulder to his collarbone.

"You should've gotten this checked by a med droid" You lectured, surveying the wound.

"Thought I could use gentler hands" He still delighted in himself.

You huffed a laugh. Then, you began cleaning the wound.

"I'm applying the salve now" You narrated what you were doing, a habit you developed after realizing Anakin does not like being surprised by the sensation.

He nods and you continue. Finally, you focused your intent on fully healing the wound. You closed your eyes, focusing on breathing at a steady pace. It had been a few moments before the skin was new again.

"Thank you" Anakin mutters, rolling his shoulder to feel the pain had gone away.

You stood up and turned the heat off the soup. Anakin pulls the chair and waits for you to sit. Once again, it was just you and Anakin sharing a table, isolated from everyone else. The way it always used to.

However, when morning comes, the reality of it dawns on you. You can only ever steal a few moments of safety with Anakin, but the truth is there'll always be a war.

On most days, it felt like the losses were unending. On most nights, Anakin would make time to hold you as you wept when the weight of it all felt too heavy.

You weren't really the person to cry in front of other people. But with Anakin, you fall to pieces. Perhaps, you were comforted by the fact that he won't judge you, even if some nights you'd utterly be inconsolable.

"We'll be alright" He'd promise.

Even the fact that you have Anakin Skywalker so definitely became a cause of fear.

Because there he'll always be. You know his eyes like they are your own. You can hear his laughter when he is not laughing. You can come to Anakin and there he'll always be.

What happens when he's not?

You hadn't even realized how much you were depending on Anakin. Because it was always about taking care of each other.

So it came unexpectedly.

One quiet evening Anakin insisted on staying the night.

And you let him in, holding the door wide open so he'd know he could leave anytime he wished.

"I didn't think I'd ever be this happy to be back on Coruscant" You sat on the edge of the bed. Taking a deep breath as you leave the tormenting memories of the day fade away with the light.

"I make you happy?" Anakin half turns with a boyish smile.

His resilience was something you admired. You were certain he was carrying an equal amount of grief. And yet, here he was. Brave and confident, so competent, so certain that he, too, has something to offer.

"Of course, you do," You said, to yourself or Anakin, but you couldn't decipher.

He was telling a story of how he started implementing this game with Ahsoka, a competition of some sort to revert her focus away from the truths of the war. His words blur as you stare and think to yourself, Oh.

He has that power over me now. 

It felt like a surrender. In a world terrorized by a raging war, he built a home that made you feel safe.

He notices your silence and sits down next to you, his finger tracing the necklace he gave you, and you find yourself running yours through his hair.

"We're going to be fine," Anakin said. "It's okay, it's going to be alright," he said in a firmer tone.

He'd been there when you needed him to. So, he'd always reassure you.

"I'll always take care of you, you know what, right?"

"That's my line" You chuckled.

Anakin mirrors your smile. "Right, well, I mean it".

Your mind quiets, and you can't hold the pose of defiance when Anakin presses your head to his chest.

"Doesn't it get tiring? Fighting and fighting..." You trailed, voice barely above a whisper.

"It does." He answers. "But we have to, otherwise, it's like handing the galaxy in the hands of a cruel tyrant"

You turned your face upwards to hear more, and your nose touched his.

"Alright, chosen one" You teased his heroic remark.

He grimaces at the title. He still doesn't believe it to be true. And you'd never miss the opportunity to call him that.

"At least you're already chosen by someone" You looked up through your lashes.

Anakin shakes his head and his lips curl to the side. "Well, you're my chosen one"

did anyone catch the dramatic irony haha!

also! written this off the prompt [which i can't find anymore 😭] of people healing each other physically and emotionally by loving

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[georgie-weasley]

Spontaneous pt. 2 G.W. x reader

Warnings: One swear word, talk of self loathing, Fred and Lee Jordan shenanigans

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: George finally pulled it together and asked you on a date but it had some bumps along the way.

Masterlist Part 1

The week passed by painfully slowly. On Sunday, the day after George plucked up the courage to ask you out, he woke up thinking it was Saturday. He was very disappointed to learn he was wrong. Monday was slow but they usually are. Tuesday felt like Monday. Wednesday was only good because George spent his free period pranking Filch which happened to be one of his favorite ways to pass the time. He thought Thursday was Friday and he spent the whole day pouting every time he was reminded it wasn’t Friday. When it finally was Friday, George couldn’t sit still. He was sweaty and jumpy and got on every one of Fred’s nerves.

Now that it was Saturday, George paced around the courtyard, checking his watch just about every minute. 7:58. Everyone would be leaving in just two minutes and he couldn’t see you anywhere. You couldn’t have gotten lost. He knew for a fact your parents made sure you were always on time so you couldn’t have been late. You were standing him up. His heart dropped and tears pricked in the corner of his eyes. You said you wanted to come with him, in fact you said that you would love to join him but maybe it was all an act. You couldn’t tell him no to his face so you let him believe he had a shot with you only to leave him alone and embarrassed. With his head down, George started walking back to the castle when someone rammed into him.

George and the human bludger toppled to the ground, George landing harshly on his rear end. The attacker fell onto him, breaking their fall. Lucky them. With a glare and a flurry of curses ready to spring out, George looked up at the person who sent him crashing to the ground only for his anger to die immediately as he saw you. “George, I’m so sorry. I was so worried you’d leave without me or think I had forgotten you that I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

George blushed and snorted. “Why would you think that?” He smiled and once you got to your feet, he stood up as well. He offered his arm out to you and as you linked arms, he led you to join the crowd of students who had just begun their walk to Hogsmeade. “Why were you running late?” He was curious and maybe you would have brought it up on your own later but he had to know.

“I was reading a letter from my parents. I just received their response about me becoming a healer.” Your face fell for a split second before your smile came back. Part of you hoped George wouldn’t notice but another part of you wanted him to see. As fate would have it, George is very aware of anything concerning you. He saw your brief frown and when you smiled to cover it up, he didn’t see the spark in your eyes. They were not happy.

“They didn’t like it, did they?” He whispered, watching his feet as you walked.

“No, they didn’t. I was going to tell you later so I didn’t bring the mood down.” You pulled your arm away from his; after that rather disappointing topic, linking arms felt too intimate.

George felt the warmth leave his arm and he almost grabbed you, tempted to put it back. “I’m sorry. Let’s go to Honeydukes and get your mind off of it.” While he wanted you to focus on something else for a while, George was going to need the distraction as well. It was very possible your relationship with your parents could have been ruined all because of him. If that was true, he would never forgive himself.

The walk to Honeydukes was far too quiet. You didn’t say much and George wasn’t sure what to say. He already messed up when he asked you about the letter from your parents and he feared anything else would ruin the date completely. The store itself was the exact opposite of your walk with George. It was full of bright and colorful candies and people all talking excitedly about the unlimited sweets they planned to buy. Two men walked in not long after the two of you did and one of them looked shockingly similar to George. He was about the same height and covered in freckles. George would have bet money that he also had brown eyes but they were covered by sunglasses. He was a ginger as well but he had a mustache that looked like it was falling off. His friend also had sunglasses and a mustache but George could have sworn it was upside down. He looked a lot like Lee Jordan. He turned away from them and smiled a little at you. The environment seemed to neutralize the awkwardness between you and George, thankfully.

As you both wandered the aisles, George pointed out some of the candies that he preferred over the others. Of course he would eat just about anything there. “Can I buy you something?” He asked as he stood next to you. You had been looking at your favorite candy when he came up to you. If he was being honest, he shouldn’t buy you candy. Him and Fred were trying to save as much money as they could to try and save up for their products and eventually a store. It also was common knowledge that the Weasley family did not have much spending money so really, George should not have offered. That didn’t stop him though. He wanted to be the perfect date and that meant getting you some candy.

“That’s alright. You don’t have to.” You shook your head, trying to convince him not to buy you anything. It wasn’t like your parents didn’t have money. They were important people in the ministry and you never struggled for money. You could get your own candy and really, you could get George some as well.

“I insist.” Without waiting for you, George gathered a handful of packages and moved on to a different part of the store. After more time, George had his arms full of candy and his heart full of fear that he wouldn’t be able to pay for it all. As you both approached the counter, George set down the snacks and rummaged through his pockets. He counted up the coins and his heart dropped when he saw he was a Sickle short. His face burned bright red as he tried to do some quick mental math to get the total down when you slipped the silver coin into his hand. He only turned a darker shade of red at that. He didn’t want to use your money but he didn’t want to fight with you while the bored man behind the counter stared at him.

With the candy paid for, George gathered it back into his arms and just about sprinted out of the store. He kept walking, leaving you to run after him. He felt like the biggest idiot on the planet. He should have counted his money before they came into the store so he knew just how much he could buy you. He should have only got some for you and none for him. His eyes widened as a thought seemed to smack him right in the face. He wanted to take you for a butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks before the day was over but now he would have no money to do so.

“George!” You yelled, grabbing his arm. Lost in thought and self hate, George had begun walking toward the Shrieking Shack and almost moved past the fence blocking it from the public. He skidded to a stop. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for at least five minutes. What’s wrong?”

Did you really not know? How could you not have figured this out on your own? He didn’t answer and instead he turned back to look at the haunted building. What was he supposed to say? I’m mad because I spent all of my money getting you some sweets and now I can’t afford to get you anything else because my family is broke. Not to even mention you had to give me some of your money you no doubt got from your super rich parents.

“I didn’t mean to George. You insisted on buying me the candy.” He said all that out loud didn’t he?

He slowly turned back to you with a sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you, it's just embarrassing to have to use your money.”

You moved to stand next to him, leaning against the fence. “I don’t think you should be embarrassed. Your father gets to spend his days doing what he loves. It’s not great that it doesn’t make him much money but he’s happy. Happiness is what matters most right?”

“Yeah but being happy versus being able to afford books and clothes for your kids is very different.” George loved his parents and he knew they spent a lot of money taking care of them but that didn’t make it hurt any less when he saw Ron wearing ratty old uniforms or Ginny using books that had been used so many times they were hardly holding together. It never got easier to see his friends have everything he wanted. It would never get easier.

You carefully took the candy out of his arms and shoved it into your bag before taking his hand in yours. “I’m sorry your family struggles and I’m sorry it affects you like this but please know, I am more than happy to spend my money on you. You’re right when you said my parents are ‘super rich’. They make more than enough money at the ministry which is why I don’t mind spending some of it, or a lot of it, on you.”

He opened his mouth to argue but the words died in his throat when he saw the pleading look on your face. It was your money and you would spend it how you wanted and he would just have to live with the fact that you want to spend it on him.

“Now, how about you let me spend some of this money on you and treat you to that butterbeer you planned on getting me?”

George laughed and nodded. “Only if you let me get you one next time.”

“Deal.”

---

The two of you laughed loudly at George’s story while you were tucked away into a corner booth. Something about promising that you like to spend money on him made George relax and you were finding out he’s even more fun when relaxed, if that was possible. You crammed yourself into the spot next to him and he had his arm thrown around your shoulders. He was perfect in every way.

“So you guys turned Ron’s teddy bear into a spider and that’s why he’s so scared of them? That’s horrible.” You laughed.

“Only a little. It was our job as older brothers to mess with him, we just didn’t know it would scar him for life. Oh well, it builds character.”

You only rolled your eyes and laid your head on his shoulder, pretending to ignore the way his body stiffened and his breathing stopped as you did. Despite the rocky start to the date, it easily became the best date of your life. George was funny and cute and probably the sweetest guy you ever spent time with. He was the kind of guy that would break his back if it would make you smile. You never wanted the day to end. Of course, it had to and with the warm glow coming in from the windows, it was time to head back to the castle. That didn’t make you move however. You were planning on staying here until the absolute last second.

“George,” you whispered, “thank you for asking me out. I’ve had a really great time.”

“Me too. I should have asked you out years ago.” His heart pounded in his chest as you moved to look at him, your face inching closer to his. He glanced down at your lips hoping he would get to learn if they really were as soft as he imagined. When you were just a centimeter away, a loud crash caused you both to spring apart. Across the way, the two men from before sat; the ginger was clutching onto his mug that had toppled over and now laid on its side, liquid steadily spilling out. Both of them quickly looked away from the two of you.

Moment officially ruined, you separated yourself from him and sighed. “We should probably get back to the castle.”

---

The walk back to the castle couldn’t have been more different than the walk to Hogsmeade. You two were laughing and holding hands and George seemed to have a permanent blush on his face. It was wonderful but the letter from your parents was in the back of your mind. He needed to know what it said but you were so worried it would ruin everything. In the courtyard, you stopped George even though all you wanted was to ignore the letter. “George, there’s something I should tell you.”

He stood in front of you and clung to your hand. You looked so serious and afraid of whatever it was you needed to talk to him about. He was getting scared now. George nodded, not trusting his voice.

“When I told my parents about what you said, that I should chase my happiness and all of that, they were not happy at all. They were disappointed and told me I was throwing away everything we had been working towards since I was born.” You took a deep breath and looked at your feet. “They said you were a bad influence and that I need to stay away from you. You were brainwashing me into thinking I wanted something that I didn’t want.”

Well shit. George told himself that he would never forgive himself if you ruined your relationship with your parents because of him. Let eternal self hatred begin. “I never meant to make them disappointed in you or mess this up for you.” He swallowed thickly as his heart broke. He was sure this was you telling him that whatever you had together needed to end. It would only make sense that it needed to. They were your parents, the people that brought you into the world and raised you and loved you. George was just… George. He was no one to throw away a good relationship with your parents for. There would be other guys that made you happy that your parents would approve of. Someone better and more deserving of you than George. He pulled his hand away from you but he didn’t get far.

Your grip on his hand only tightened as he tried to take it away. “I know you didn’t mean to. I don’t blame you, at all.” You stepped closer to him and put your other hand on his cheek. “You aren’t brainwashing me, you just helped me see that I would never be happy doing what they want me to do. So maybe they’re right and you are a bad influence but I happen to enjoy it.”

George’s eyes widened at your words, his heart mending itself. “I enjoy being your bad influence.”

“Good because I’m not letting you get away from me that fast.” You grabbed his face in your hands and surged forward, planting your lips on his. George didn’t move and for a moment you feared he had a heart attack or stopped breathing but he quickly recovered and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your lips melded together perfectly and you were certain he was the one you were destined to be with.

“Hell yeah Georgie!” A shout from across the courtyard forced George to pull away from you. Standing not far from you two stood the two men he had seen everywhere all day. The redheaded was jumping and cheering while his friend did the worst dance George had ever seen. As the one jumped, his mustache and sunglasses fell to the floor. Fred.

For a short moment, everyone stood frozen before George spoke. “Five…”

“What are you doing?” You questioned.

“Giving them a head start. Four…”

Fred and Lee took off running, glasses and mustaches left behind. George smiled and turned back to you, planting a quick and soft kiss on your lips. “I have to go beat up my brother and best friend but I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow and the rest of your life George. You’re stuck with me.”

“Oh my, whatever shall I do.”

Tags: @elijahslover

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[ornii]

yo dude love your content!

can you maybe do Wenclair x Male reader whos a Skateboarder?

you can add your own twist in it if you want.

MoonWalker

This request reminded me of that Family Guy Edit

(If you know, you know lol)

Summer finally rolls around in Nevermore which means a 3 month break, and more importantly a Weekend of celebration. Your foot tapped the floor until the bell rang and finally freed you from the binds of school, students poured out and you took your board and headed for the halls of Nevermore and out to the quad, specifically searching for a certain Raven haired Girl. His eyes lock into the back of the head of the girl and you cup your hands and call out. “Hump Day!” You said and casually skate up to the girl. Wednesday Addams. You met Wednesday during a, night entanglement that you regret her seeing.

“What do you want (Y/n)?” She asks, you shrug and stop skating, but somehow the board continues to ride at its own pace.

“Came to see my Friend! Enid included of course, Where’s Enid? Her family already hounding her aren’t they?” You said, Wednesday continues to walk to her dorm.

“No. She knows I don’t like threesomes.”

“Oh, so she waiting for us? Well we shouldn’t keep her all by herself.” You gave her a small peck on the cheek, her body tensed up for a moment before a small look of relief washes over her face. But she calmly lets a very loaded question out.

“Are you going to tell her finally?” She asks you, it was obvious what she meant and it took you by surprise. You and Wednesday were pretty open with each other, she’s terrifyingly blunt about things so it was easy to be honest, Enid? Not so much. You still loved them both all the same. But telling Enid what you really are wasn’t easy, she thought you were a Werewolf like her, but that’s far from the truth.

Navajo culture calls them, Skinwalkers. Beings that could transform to multiple animals, even humans. Your culture saw Skinwalkers as the antethesis of Navajo cultural values. community healers and cultural workers are known as medicine men and women, Skinwalkers have no way to heal the sick, and are viewed as Witches, evil begins. It was easy to hide who you were, bur Wednesday figured it out pretty early on. But Enid, not so much.

You still remember the night Wednesday put it all together, you were stretching your hind legs running though the schools grounds free. Pacing like an animal you dart around, until you almost bump into Wednesday, who was standing there. You slowly backed away to try to act like an animal but it was pretty obvious by your stance.

“That’s Odd, a Coyote in Jericho? We’re far from the mountains, aren’t we (Y/n)?” She admits, it was awkward but the Coyote stood up on its hind legs, very calmly. The body began to more and gruesomely transform back into your human form. You two stood across from each other. That day Wednesdays saw you for who you really were. She kept it a secret, which you can respect, who knows the literal skeletons she has in hers.

Standing at the door, You gave Wednesday a nod to affirm and she opened it. Enid was actually painting her nails, her head jerks over to see you and Wednesday. She obviously was elated to see you both. “Besties!” She rushes over and hugs both of you, her blonde hair resting on your chest and You look over to see how annoyed Wednesday was, admittedly it was a lot funnier than you expected.

With school finally over, we can spend all day together!” She said, and Wednesday immediately put you on the spot.

“(Y/n) has something to tell you first.” She said, you wanted to say so less than nice things but you took it on the chin and took a deep breath.

“Okay.. Enid, im… not a Werwolf.” You say first, a look of confusion was on her face.

“I’m a… Skinwalker, i didn’t want you to think I was gonna curse you too. So I, hid who I was.. I’m sorry.” You could barely look her in the eyes, you felt her palms gently lift your face back up and she gave a tearful smile.

“I don’t care who or what you are, you’re my friend and nothing is gonna change that, okay?” She gave a deep hug and you happily took it, you held her for What seems to be forever. Cutting into this emotional moment, Wednesday groans.

“…You two are gross.”

#male reader #netflix #wednesday #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday x reader #reader insert #wednesday addams x reader #wedensday x you #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x male reader #enid x male reader #enid x you #ornii

[acupofqueercoffee]

Everything I’ve written

Bleach

➞ Unohana Retsu ✿ Unohana Yachiru

A match made in heaven

u.r x female shinigami reader ▸ soulmates / light angst / fluff

A healer, a lover, a killer

u.r x female reader ▸ gore / hurt-comfort / fluff

Forevermore

u.r x female reader ▸ birthday ficlet / short / simple / sweet

Arcane

➞ Ambessa Medarda

Save me once and I’ll save you forever (loosely interrelated one-shots)

a.m x female reader ▸ gore / angst / hurt-comfort / fluff / smut

Everything comes full circle

I am, darling, yours

A wolf has no mercy

Marked me like a blood stain

Love and hate, how much more are we supposed to tolerate?

a.m x female reader ▸ angst

Saint, I’m a sinner

gorgon a.m x blind female reader ▸ smut

Resident Evil Village

➞ Alcina Dimitrescu

Your lips were soft like winter

a.d x female reader ▸ angst

Star-crossed

siren a.d x female reader ▸ angst

➞ Donna Beneviento

Giving you all my love

d.b x white fox reader ▸ hurt-comfort / fluff / a hint of a smut

Where it’s so sweet and heavenly

Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips

Dear stranger (Donna)

d.b x female reader ▸ self-indulgent hurt-comfort

The School for Good and Evil

➞ Lady Lesso

So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me

l.l x ever reader ▸ angst / hurt-comfort / fluff

R.

l.l x ever reader ▸ light angst / jealous-possessive-protective leo / fluff / a sprinkle of spice

Sleep tight, sweet delight

l.l x ever reader (requested) ▸ fluffy fluff

Die a little death

dark! l.l x female reader (requested) ▸ smut

Kiss me better

l.l x female reader (requested) ▸ fluffy fluff

Told by the stars

bottom! l.l x female reader (requested) ▸ fluffy smut

Make me proud

l.l x reader (requested) ▸ fluff / hurt-comfort-ish

Love thrives on coffee, dark and creamy

l.l x female reader (requested) ▸ fluff / sick fic

Lost heart, unreturned

l.l x reader ▸ angst / lesso playing cello

Unequivocally, irrevocably

l.l x female reader (requested) ▸ fluff / a dash of hurt-comfort

Home is found within her arms

l.l x female reader (requested) ▸ fluffy fluff

Say yes to heaven, say yes to me

l.l x female reader (requested) ▸ fluffy fluff / chrismassy fluff / domestic fluff / and ungodly amount of fluff

Kisses and cookie

l.l x female reader (requested) ▸ fluffy fluff / domestic fluff

The moon that chases the sunflower

l.l x female reader (requested) ▸ soft smut / fluff

Cinnamon Cookie

l.l x female reader (requested) ▸ family fluff

The Old Guard

➞ Andromache the Scythian

With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean

a.s x witch reader (requested) ▸ light angst / hurt-comfort / soulmates

With her earth brown hair, her arms hard and lean

a.s x witch reader (requested) ▸ fluff / a wee bit of spice if you squint

Offer me the deathless death

a.s x female reader (requested) ▸ smut

The legend of Korra

➞ Lin Beifong

On again, off again, love you like oxygen

l.b x female reader ficlet ▸ angst

Black Panther

➞ Shuri Udaku

Nice and toasty

s.u x female reader ▸ fluff / light smut

Wednesday

➞ Larissa Weems

Messages for her, hidden in the flowers

l.w x female reader ▸ fluff / sweet / light angst

Yellow Tulips

Pink Camellias

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[chaotic-good-hippie]

Recuérdame 

Pairing: Jack Russell (MCU) x FemReader (she/her) | SoulmateAU!

Summary: After losing his soulmate a little over a century ago, Jack has long forgotten about love, unable to move on. One night, in a nightclub, life gives him a second chance.

Warnings: Age gap (I mean, the man is 357 here), if you squint your eyes there are some sexual innuendos at the end, mentions of death, non-descriptive reader (but reader does drink tequila at some point)

Translations: Corazón (endearment term) - Heart | Mi vida - My life | Amor mío - My love | Querida - Dear | Por favor - Please | Te amo - I love you

Inspire by: "Recuérdame" cover by Natalia Lafourcade ft. Carlos Rivera

Tags: @littlenosoul | @bitchyglitterfox | @lilpunkrock | @kingtwhiddleston

«How terrible it’s to love something death can touch», especially if one is immune to it. Jack knew from the moment their eyes locked with each other's that he was bound to lose her eventually, that someday he’d have to watch her die, and there was nothing he— or anyone else— could do about it. He convinced himself he'll be prepared for it, let her go in peace when the time came. But heavens, did he underestimate how cruel destiny could be. 

She started coughing on Monday morning, and by Wednesday night, she was gone. Jack couldn’t understand how it all happened so fast and why life had been so vicious with them both. The doctor, the best money could pay, said it was just the flu and that she’ll recover in days without further problems; yet, Jack could feel her slipping through his fingers with each passing hour. The cough gave place to a burning fever that forced her to bed, and by the next morning, she had trouble breathing as she came in and out of consciousness. 

Desperate, he called every doctor, nurse, and healer in town and begged them to save his dear wife's life in exchange for whatever riches they desired. They tried everything their knowledge and skills allowed them to cure her and, at the very least, ameliorate the symptoms, but it was useless. He could see it in their faces, in the way they avoided certain words around him and their worried glances towards her. 

Wednesday afternoon, everyone was sent home at her request, leaving them all by themselves in the mansion they had shared for seven blissful years. Enveloped in the darkness of night, the halls and rooms felt cold and devoid of life, the only sign of their presence coming from their bedroom: The faint light of a candle. It stood up by her bedside table, lighting up her wan face as he sat on a chair next to it, his head resting on her abdomen. 

“I’m sorry.” Her voice came out as a breathy whisper as her tender fingers scratched behind his ear. “I’m terribly sorry, my love.” 

“Don’t be; it’s not your fault.” It took everything in him not to break down into a puddle of tears and a mess of sobs. “You’ve been nothing but good to me.” 

"Promise me you'll find another to keep you company." The request caught him off guard, his teary eyes turning to her in disbelief. "You're too pure for this world, my love. I'm afraid to leave you for all those terrors out there to feast upon you."

"Corazón, mi vida..." He took her hands between his to kiss her knuckles, his heart shattering into a million pieces inside his chest. He couldn't believe that even in her last moments, she was worried about him, the utter devotion and love she had for him. "I... I can't. I could never..." 

"Jack, please, please." How could he deny her anything when she looked at him with such profound despair? "I want... No, I need you to be happy. I'll always be with you, no matter what; whenever you may be, I'll follow... But you can't be on your own for who knows how long, my love. I don't want you to be alone."

"Alright." He kissed her chapped lips delicately as he nodded. "I promise I won't be alone; you don't have to worry about me no more, amor mío." 

"I love you." 

"I love you too. You're the most beautiful thing that could ever happen to me." 

He couldn't hold it anymore: a sob escaped from his lips as the first tear slid down his cheek. She was quick to dry it, and while he leaned against her palm with closed eyes, she softly stroked his hair. 

"There better be a sea of marigolds and tequila on the altar this November, or I'll haunt you for the rest of eternity." She tried joking in hopes of seeing his smile one last time. 

«Haunt me then! Be with me always— take any form— drive me mad! Only do not leave in this abyss, where I cannot find you!» Never had he understood Heathcliff's pain as much as he did then. Still, to avoid disturbing her further, he smiled and hugged her waist tighter. 

"Whatever you desire, querida." 

They remained silent after that, her loving touch and faint breath lulling him into sleep not long after. It was the rays of dawn that filtered through the closed curtains that woke him up hours later, the candle far extinguished. He didn't even need to look; her cold and stiff hands revealed that his greatest fear had come true. 

"Vuelve a mi, corazón. Por favor, por favor..." He'd never cried so hard in his entire life, his face pressed against her chest as he repetead as a chant: "Te amo, te amo, te amo..." 

Jack buried a part of himself with her, but the truth is, all he wanted was to end his misery and lay with her three feet underground. The first few weeks after the funeral, he found it impossible to get off their shared bed in an aching attempt to hold onto the lingering scent of her in the sheets. But when it vanished, along with all the remains of her presence in the mansion, he sold it and moved as far as he could. As for his promise, he couldn’t keep it; he couldn’t find it in himself to even look at any other, no matter how much time passed. He carried her deep in his chest, in that corner of his heart where he had built her a perpetual altar. 

Years, decades, and a whole century passed, but the sorrow never truly disappeared; he just learned to live with it. Still, if one is observant enough and looks at him closely, one would find an ever-present mourning in his eyes. 

In the darkness of this club, though— he thinks— you won't even be able to see your own shoes. 

Every year since he met him, Ted will drag him and a bunch of other monsters to this particular nightclub in his town for Halloween. It's the only night of the year in which they can easily blend in with the humans without fearing the hunters, and a dark, crowded club is an excellent place to hide in plain sight. Typically, Jack would never set foot in a place like that, but for his friend, he'd withstand all the noise for some hours. 

"Why is it that with every year, it gets stinkier in here?" Simon asks as they make their way to a table, the neon lights flashing them occasionally. 

She's right; it reeks of alcohol and sweat, but it isn't even that bad. Besides, something sweet and pleasant is hiding among the crowd, luring Jack deeper into the place; it's familiar and welcoming, but he can't identify why. 

"What is it, doggie?" Shiklah questions him after noticing his distracted demeanor, his eyes scanning the place. "Too much for an old wolf?" 

"No, it's just... Can't any of you smell that? There's a weird scent in here." 

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." Satana mocks him, making the others laugh. 

As they sit and start catching up with each other, Jack finally identifies where he had smelled that aroma before, making his heart stop for a second. 

An interesting thing about humans (and monsters, too) is that each one possesses a unique scent, and while their noses cannot identify this, his canine nature allows him to easily make the distinction. This is why he believes to be hallucinating when his brain finally puts a name and face to the aroma currently invading his nostrils. He knows that scent to its core; it's embedded in his skin and memory like a scar, one he had pushed to the back of his mind long ago for survival. It lights something within him, a part of him he believed to have been buried in a faraway land beside the one and only woman he's ever loved. 

Jack jumps out of his seat, looking around him in confusion and longing. Whoever smells like that is getting closer, approaching their spot as he circles the table and tries to locate them. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry," He answers Ted, who asked him if he's alright as the others look at him baffled. "I just need to..." 

Distracted and blinded by the darkness, Jack bumped into a woman as he tried to excuse himself away from his friends, something spilling on his shirt. 

"Chin! I'm terribly sorry!" 

"Oh, no, don’t be; it’s not your fault!" The voice makes him freeze in his tracks, hands trembling. "I didn't see you there; it's too dark in here." 

His gaze slowly lifts from the dark floor to the face of the woman in front of him, her face slightly illuminated by neon blue light. Her eyes lock with his, the faintest sign of familiarity in them, and god was he convinced for a moment to have died. Before him, there's a ghost; literally, she's dressed up as one: flowy white dress and dark makeup. Even in the dim, he can recognize all the marks and lines he'd traced so many times with his fingers, the curve of the lips he'd kissed endless times, and the irises he woke up to for seven years in what seems like a lifetime ago. 

She looks just as when he first met her, her tone and movements are identical copies of hers, and she scents the exact fucking same. It drives him wild; it makes him hot and needy. He just wants to jump at her and hug her, smell her, kiss her, taste her... 

"Lucifer!" Shiklah's voice wakes him from his trance. "You are the walking portrait of..." He steps on her foot to shut her up, earning a yelp from her part. The others turn to check on her, allowing Jack to apologize without feeling their stares on them. 

"Damn it, I think I stained your shirt." she points to his chest, where a big wet spot lies: tequila, the smell tells him.

"It's nothing, really; I was distracted as well... Could I offer to buy you another?" 

"You know? There are better ways to approach a woman than spilling her drink, pretty boy." His cheeks immediately burn; heavens, did he miss her coquetry. 

"It worked, didn't it?" She laughs, a sound that crosses directly to his death-hollow heart and reanimates it from his century-long sleep.

"I usually don't accept drinks from strangers, but I think I could make an exception for you." 

"I'm Jack Russell, at your service, señorita." Slowly, he took her hand and kissed the back of it, his gaze fixed on hers. "And you are...?"

She gave him the same name his lips were used to pronounce as a prayer in another life, one his tongue rolled off with such naturalness it seemed tailored to it.  

"Not so much of a stranger now, eh? Now, how about that drink?" 

"The bar is over there." She pointed to his left. "Want me to lead you, Jack?" 

His heart fluttered as she looped her arm with his, guiding him across the floor with a seductive smile on her lips. 

#jack russell x reader #jack russell #jack russell x you #marvel #mcu #werewolf by night #gael garcia bernal #soulmate au

[sev-on-kamino]

✨WIP Wednesday✨

thank you for the tag @wolffegirlsunite @deejadabbles @anxiouspineapple99 @dystopicjumpsuit @wings-and-beskar 💙💙

It’s coming along well, so here’s a lil sneak peak at the rough draft of:

In Pieces Ch. 2 - (Never Had A) Friend Like Me

pairings: Rex x fem!reader, Cody x fem!reader, Fox x fem!reader, Wolffe x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive af, MINORS DNI

They kept you in a haze of pleasure the rest of the night. Soft touches, lingering kisses, their lips against your ears, whispering to you, as they took you higher and higher.

“Don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”

“It’s so tempting to keep you, mesh’la.”

“You belong in my arms, just like this.”

“We fit together too well. Must have been made for me, cyare.”

Rex watched, fascinated, as you came down from your high.

“So good for us, aren’t you?” He asked softly.

You hummed affirmatively, pressing your face against his neck, while he listened to you working to catch your breath. He noticed your fingers were loosely tangled with Fox’s, while your free hand drew aimless little shapes against his skin. They’d made your body sing for them, and what a beautiful song it was. One Rex could listen to over and over again.

The spell that had bound the four of you was broken as Fox’s alarm went off. The real world was calling.

“Damn!” Fox swore, moving out of your reach, so he could get dressed.

He’d meant to leave a couple of hours ago, but you’d buried your fingers in his curls and pulled him in for another kiss. Instead of leaving he’d given in to your unspoken request, and coaxed another slow, sweet orgasm out of your blissed out body.

As he snapped on his armor, he realized you were a problem. The soft look on your face, as you watched him held so much affection. He hated that he couldn’t be the man you looked at like that every day. It would require time he didn’t have, and you deserved more than he could give.

You whined softly in protest, and Fox’s lips twitched toward a smile before he pulled on his helmet.

“Duty calls, mesh’la. I know you understand,” he explained, his voice firm, yet gentle like your hands had been against his skin.

He knew the brat in you would love nothing more than making him late, and part of him would enjoy it too. He knew the healer in you would relish in sending him off relaxed, and fully satisfied, but he couldn’t follow that train of thought. He couldn’t let himself linger in fantasies, no matter how sweet. He consoled himself with the fact it was a one-time thing, and he’d never be in this position with you again.

You nodded sleepily, before resting your face against Rex’s chest.

“You di’kut, why didn’t you tell us you were on duty today?” Wolffe asked, frowning at his brother.

“It wasn’t relevant,” Fox replied easily. “I’ve got enough caf to give a rancor a coronary. I’ll be fine. Make sure she gets some sleep.”

“Wasn’t relevant my ass,” Wolffe grumbled, rolling his eyes. He was completely unsurprised that Fox easily placed your well-being over his own despite the fact that you couldn’t have been in better hands. “We’ll make sure she gets rest. You worry about yourself.”

Fox opened his mouth to deliver a snarky reply, but he was cut off by your soft voice, “Bye, Fox. Thank you…”

Cody chuckled and gave your thigh a playful tap.

“Bye, Commander Fox. Thank you, sir,” you corrected with a giggle.

“Good girl,” Cody said, smiling at you.

“Bye, Stitches, thank you,” Fox said, saluting his brothers before he left Rex’s quarters.

“I think our gorgeous girl has had all she can take,” Cody said, catching your chin, pulling you close to press a kiss to your temple.

“Maybe,” you admitted, looking up at him.

“You took all of us so well last night. Let us enjoy you like we wanted,” Cody said, rubbing your back.

“And I’d do it again, Commander. Any time,” you yawned, covering your mouth like you could hide your exhaustion.

“I’m going to hold you to that, mesh’la,” Cody replied, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he followed Fox’s lead and got dressed to head out.

“You know I will,” Wolffe said, drawing you close to kiss your face before getting dressed as well.

You beamed up at him, before relaxing once more. Warm and safe in Rex’s arms, you slipped into a peaceful sleep, your body finally reaching its limit.

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please also consider this my no pressure invite to share for WIP Wednesday, if you’re so inclined 🥰😌

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[adriennebarnes]

Government Name

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: Y/N decides to call Xavier by his real name instead of the nicknames she gave him. Since this takes place in the same universe as “there’s a frog in my hand” and “say it back”, Y/N is still a magic a healer.

Warning: Boyfriend!Xavier, pouty Xavier

The day started out normal, Y/N and Xavier were in his art shed, Xavier decided to give Y/N art lessons.

“Your brush strokes need to be more precise, okay? Like this.” Xavier said, wrapping his hand around Y/N’s hand that she’s painting with and move her hand to create a precise line on the canvas. “I hate to cut this lesson short but we need to go to class.” Y/N said.

“Alright, alright, whatever the princess says.” Y/N scrunched her nose, “Yeah, I don’t like being called princess, lowkey sounds condescending when anyone but my parents call me that.” “Okay, message received, angel, let’s go.” Xavier said, holding her hand to they can walk together to class. “That’s much better mi flaquito precioso, let’s go.” Y/N said as they walked out of the art shed. Xavier was carrying both their backpacks and when they arrived to class, they sat next to each other.

Xavier was doodling on Y/N’s hand like normal. Everything about their interactions were completely normal until lunchtime. Xavier and Y/N walked together to sit at the lunch table with Enid, Wednesday, Eugene, Ajax, Divina, Kent, Yoko, and Bianca. After the events of the fall semester, they all got closer.

“Y/N, i harvested some honey from my bees to give to you! I know you like to add some when your making dessert.” Eugene says an he hands over a mason jar full of honey to Eugene. “Thank you, little man. Whenever I make picarones, I’ll definitely use this honey.” Y/N said, ruffling Eugene’s hair.

“What are picarones?” Bianca asked, “They are a dessert native to Peru, similar to doughnuts, but they’re thinner.” Wednesday answered. “I could make some one day and we can eat it at lunch.” Y/N said and everyone agreed. They were talking about other stuff and it was all fun until the bell rang and they were saying goodbye (since we only got to see botany class, I’m gonna make Nevermore like St. Vladimir’s, the first half of the school day are regular classes all the students take together, the second half are classes that will help improve their abilities or other classes such as fencing).

“I gotta go to combat class, see you later, Xavier.” Y/N said and kissed his cheek. Enid followed Y/N since she also has combat class, Eugene went to his nature class to see if he can control wild bees as well as he can control his own hive. The other went to fencing, Xavier and Ajax were going to duel, so we’re Wednesday and Bianca, the twins against each other, and Yoko against a werewolf. The other students paired up. “Ready, en garde!” The coach said.

While Xavier and Ajax were dueling m they were talking. “Did you and Y/N have a fight or something?” Ajax asked Xavier. “No man, why would you ask that?” Xavier replied. “She called you by your government name.” Ajax said. Xavier scoffed. “One time, she called me Xavier one time. Besides, she kissed my cheek, I don’t think that qualifies as her being mad. Maybe she was just in a rush.” Xavier said. “Alright fine, I’ll drop it, if she says your government name again though, apologize. Doesn’t matter if you did nothing wrong, doesn’t matter if you don’t know why she’s mad, just apologize.” Ajax said. “Did you do the same thing for Enid?” Xavier asked. “After she found out about the nightshades, yes.”

Meanwhile Enid and Y/N were sparring in their combat class. After going up against the Hyde, Enid thought it would be a good idea to take up hand to hand combat. While they were sparring, they were also having a conversation. “Can’t believe you’re not going to call Xavier pet names for the rest of the day.” Enid said, “Enid, it’s a perfectly harmless joke.” Y/N said. “You said the same thing about not saying I love you to Xavier and I had to hear from Ajax that he was literally this close to crying!” Enid said, using her index finger and thumb 🤏 to indicate how close Xavier was to breaking. “Ooh, I know, mi bebé es tan sensible (my baby is so sensitive). So hopefully calling him by his full name won’t do as much damage.” Y/N said.

As the school day went on, Y/N went to cooking class finger food. When someone cut their hand in class, Y/N immediately gave them her food and their hand healed completely. “Nice job, Y/N, the healing time is definitely getting faster.” Her teacher said. Since Y/N adds magic to the food, the healing doesn’t take effect immediately, but now the more she practices, the healing effects are almost instantaneous when they eat the food. Getting out of class, she decided to go to Xavier’s dorm. Low and behold, Xavier was laying down on hisbed, listening to music.

“Hey, Xavier.” Y/N said. Xavier immediately sat up. “What did you call me?” Xavier asked. “Xavier, that’s your name, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, Xavier got off the bed and grabbed Y/N by her shoulders, and now they are looking each other in the eyes. “I’m sorry, baby.” Xavier said, Y/N titled her head and looked at him in confusion. “What are you sorry for, Xavier?” Y/N asked, testing him to see how far he will go. Xavier stopped seeing as if he had nothing to be sorry for…but now he was thinking he did, great, thank you Ajax. “Well um…the other day I…” Xavier spoke hesitantly and Y/N just nodded her head to signal him to keep going. “I made fun of the telenovela you were watching.” Xavier said.

Y/N nodded interestingly. “Nice try, I’m not mad, Xavier.” Y/N said. “Then why are you calling me by my government? Is this what married men feel like when their wife gives them the silent treatment?” Xavier said. “I mean i wouldn’t know, I can’t possibly tell how you’re feeling, Xavier.” Y/N said. “Angel, stop calling me by my government name! When we started dating, you called me flaquito, Xavi, amor, corazón, cariño, querido, mi vida, mi cielo, what happened to that?” Xavier said.

“The thing is Xavier….” Y/N started and was interrupted by Xavier. “Are you breaking up with me, is that it?” Xavier asked walking away from Y/N. “Oh sweet suffering Jesus, I am not breaking up with you, Xavier! I freaking love you too much to dump you.” Y/N said. “Then why do you keep calling me Xavier?” Xavier asked. Y/N started looking around the room and that’s when a Xavier le cayos el viente, when it hit him finally. “If this is one of those TikTok things, I swear.” Xavier said.

“I’m sorry, mi vida, I just wanted to see how you would react. Usually the other person would call their partner by their full name too so I just wanted to see what would you do.” Y/N said. Xavier hugged her and kissed the top of her head. “You are going to kill me one of these day.” Xavier said. “I’ll heal you before you die though.” Y/N commented and they are now so much better.

Next is Xavier’s revenge, where he pulls a similar prank on Y/N

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier thrope imagine #percy hynes white #original character #wednesday #hispanic #hispanic reader #romance #latina #latinx

[jimblejamblewritings]

yes, i’m a squib | part 24

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

St. Mungo’s arranged for a Floo Powder transportation connection. Harry followed you as you made your way back to the Janus Ward. You stopped when you saw the room was empty. You were doing your check-up in the same room you had left. It hadn’t been taken by anyone and that made you more nervous. Harry grabbed your hand. You both looked at where you were connected. It felt weird. You had switched to linking arms so as not to offend partners the two of you no longer had that you hadn’t held hands in so long. He squeezed once and let you know that it was okay. The nurses directed you to the bed and Harry to the visitor chair. The healer repeated the instructions that you actually started to forget. You took a deep breath.

“A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M… N… O…”

The healer smiled.

“Not there yet but tremendously better, you might even get to speak by New Year’s. Definitely by the time you need to take your O.W.L.s. We’re going to keep you on the same medication for that. Now, we were informed that recovery might not be going as well as we hoped by someone on your school’s faculty. Unfortunately, we will have to carry out the Cruciatus test.”

You nodded and let them bring in the spider. Harry watched with discomfort as you closed your eyes and grabbed at your skirt, wringing the fabric in your hand. You were sure that you were holding your breath the entire time. The nurse tapped the timer and the healer dropped the spider.

“Well, the concern while well-meaning was unnecessary. You seem to be experiencing slight trauma from the event but nothing we wouldn’t expect from a victim of the Cruciatus Curse. You can go back to school now, Ms. Black.”

You nodded and jumped down from the desk.  

“Is that what they did while you were there?” Harry asked as you walked up the castle stairs.

Being completely silent, not even moving your head gave him enough of an answer. Harry grabbed your hand again and apologized even though he didn’t do anything. Hermione ran up to you two when you got to the Gryffindor common room.

“We don’t need to keep using (Y/N) as a messenger.”

She held up a fake galleon. You tried to convey to Hermione that she was absolutely brilliant. The numbers on the coin weren’t the serial numbers but a date. If the meeting couldn’t be on Wednesday or had to be at a different time, the coin would heat up and let you know. You just had to check the date change. The galleons were much needed as you neared winter break, the dates started changing more frequently to accommodate for everyone’s changing schedules.

Everyone walked into the Room of Requirement feeling weird. The club would be back but it was technically the last meeting of the semester. The room was decorated cutely for Christmas— with a menorah near the front for the Jewish members of the club. At first, you all thought Harry did it but Dobby and Kreacher appeared to flaunt their good work— and their Christmas sweaters. Luna complimented the mistletoe, something about keeping out nargles. You honestly didn’t know what nargles were but she seemed to say it was a good thing the mistletoe was there so you agreed. Others were pushing each other underneath the mistletoe and threatening to kiss each other.

Harry wanted to make the last meeting light and special, deciding on teaching the Patronus charm. He told everyone not to worry, they could practice older spells if they wanted to. He would go more in depth on the Patronus charm later. It was meant to be a fun weekend morning. You watched in delight as some people managed to conjure corporeal patronuses. The silver animals danced around the room.

Almost as if celebrating your accomplishments for you all, The Room of Requirement suddenly produced food and drinks from the kitchen— poor Winky the house-elf had been dragged along with one of the trays. She assured you all that she was okay because she was helping serve a bunch of nice students. The club sat down on the floor— the room didn’t feel the need to provide chairs— to talk and have a round of butterbeer before people started to pack and leave for the holidays.

“What do you think (Y/N)’s patronus would be?” Angelina asked.

They began listing random animals. You adamantly shook your head when Colin said a duck. You were not going to let ducks follow you forever.

“Well, what’s Sirius’ patronus?” Ron asked.

You changed into your Animagus and back.

“Well, if his patronus is his Animagus then why wouldn’t yours be a duck… ow.”

You smacked Ron on the shoulder and everyone else laughed. Dumbledore’s Army wasn’t just a class or a club to learn lessons but you guys felt like a sort of family. You thought to yourself that you truly were a younger version of the Order and at that moment, the Room of Requirement produced a camera. Everyone stood up to take a picture. You set the timer and ran to join the group. The picture marked the end to a great start and soon everyone started leaving. Harry called your name and you stopped. He waited for everyone else to leave the room.

“Let’s try the Patronus Charm, just once.”

You rolled your eyes and helped up three fingers.

Harry chuckled. “I remember third year but it never hurts to try. You got the Cheering Charm and your Reparo is perfect.”

Rolling your eyes, you were about to say something when you froze. The floor wasn’t the Room of Requirement but some black tile. It was smooth and shiny. And the slithering got louder and louder. You walked past a man who was slumped over. A silver orb fell out of his hand and you looked up to see lots of silver orbs on shelves. The scent of freshly baked pie and sweaters flooded your nose. You looked down to see the man’s head had rolled back, two pinpricks on his neck leaked blood. His red hair was undeniable.

Harry covered his ears as you screamed. He was prepared to catch you, normally you dropped to the floor. But he was unprepared for you running. He followed you as you ran in a panic to McGonagall’s office. You banged on the door until she opened, very alarmed that someone was knocking so hard when there was clearly a sign that said for students not to disturb. Harry became very aware of the faculty having a meeting while you were only focused on McGonagall.  

“Ms. Black, wh—”

“Mr. Weasley is in trouble!”

“Wh-what?”

“He’s in trouble.”

“Albus, what do we do?”

Dumbledore stood up and moved to two of the paintings in McGonagall’s office. He told the one in vintage looking wizard’s robes to make his way to a Ministry painting and alert them about the potential danger Arthur Weasley might be in. The other painting, a quidditch player, Dumbledore told to make their way to the Fat Lady and the other Gryffindor paintings to alert the Weasley children to come to McGonagall’s office. Umbridge set down her teacup with such a ferocity that you thought the porcelain might break.

“And how do you know that? This isn’t a fellow student but someone far away from Hogwarts. Dear, are we sure this isn’t simply paranoia? Isn’t that common with your kind?”

“I’M NOT PARANOID!” Everyone clutched their heads at your screaming. “You don’t beli— why don’t you believe me?”

Harry grabbed your hand and made you turn to look at him. Your breath was really shallow— you were practically panting. You know what you heard and saw but no one believed you. He rubbed your shoulders.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), we believe you.”

“No, she doesn—”

“I believe you. Okay. I believe you and we’re going to get Mr. Weasley help.”

Professor Trelawney cleared her throat. “My dear—”

“Don’t call her that,” Harry snapped.

Professor Trelawney looked in confusion because she was sure she just heard Umbridge call you that. She looked at Umbridge and then back to you.

“Ms. Black, correct? Ms. Black, have you considered studying Divination? You have a gift.”

“Sybil,” McGonagall said, almost exasperated. “Now is not the time. You can inquire about her choice in studies later.”

“Oh, yes, right, of course.”

Your head snapped to where you thought you heard a slither get louder. Aside from occasional screams, the faculty had never seen your dark senses in full force. You were frightening to them as you stared at nothing. Harry turned your head back to him, trying to get you to focus on him or the present room. Anything but whatever you were envisioning. The painting returned and motioned Dumbledore over. At the same time, all the Weasleys came in. Dumbledore turned.

“They’ve rushed him to St. Mungo’s. He was apparently the wrong target for an attack… if the rest of you could leave me and the children. We need to arrange for the Wealseys to leave and until further notice, I am permitting them to use magic outside of Hogwarts. Their safety is important.”

The other faculty rushed out of the room, giving their apologies to all the kids. Umbridge looked pissed. Clearly she didn’t like the word attack and had a problem with Dumbledore permitting you all to use magic outside of school while underage. It didn’t matter that it was only waived because there was a chance someone else would attack. Mr. Weasley was in the hospital. You weren’t getting special benefits for nothing. The hope was that you didn’t have to use it and could come back to Hogwarts after break with no issues. Dumbledore waited a moment. You all huddled around as he told the truth. Mr. Weasley was doing work for the Order when he was attacked. You were all being sent to Grimmauld by portkey.

Your dad immediately pulled you into a hug. You all were rushed into the living room. Mrs. Weasley said not to come to the hospital. It didn’t matter that you were a banshee. You knowing about Arthur’s attack was suspicious because he shouldn’t have been found where he was. Dumbledore was fabricating a story and they needed to make sure no one cornered any of you to ask questions without a story. Grimmauld was close to St. Mungo’s— closer than the Burrow. The Order already used Grimmauld as a hideout so Sirius saw no problem with letting all the Weasleys stay there. Everyone’s trunks were sent over. It wasn’t as joyous to watch Kreacher start to decorate the Christmas tree.

Everyone agreed that this wasn’t the best way to start the holiday break. The only good thing that morning brought was Hermione arriving. Your father tried to liven the mood with his bad Christmas songs. It worked for the most part. The Weasleys were in a good mood because St. Mungo’s sent a report that Arthur was stable and could come home relatively soon. The doorbell rang and you left the kitchen where you were baking cookies and pies with Kreacher and Mrs. Weasley. A woman who looked just like Tonks stood at the door.

“Bloody hell, you have the same expressions as your father.”

If you all thought Sirius was bad, he was even worse with his favorite cousin around. Andromeda and Sirius were the extroverted version of you and Draco. The two of them filled the house with the cacophony of noises that they considered singing. You weren’t sure if you always liked having everyone around. You weren’t sure if you liked sharing a room but as you prepared for bed you decided that Grimmauld Place was meant to have people in it. That was one statement you knew to be true. The house itself seemed more lively with everyone in it. The dark green walls almost sparkled from within versus when you first arrived and they just seemed like shadows.

You woke up coughing. Grabbing a jumper, you left the room almost immediately so as not to disturb Hermione or Ginny. Padfoot had woken up, slightly annoyed that you woke him instead of the other way around. He followed you as you made your way to the kitchen to grab your medicine. Meowing in appreciation, Padfoot went to the bowl of food you set down. You looked over at the calendar. It was Christmas. Everyone would be getting up soon to exchange presents and just be with family and friends. You and Kreacher had prepped the pumpkin pasties the other day so you could just warm them up. You set the tray in the oven.

“Happy Christmas.”

You turned to see Harry, giving him a wave as he walked further in. He gave Padfoot a scratch on the head before standing up to get himself a cup of water. You watched him tilt his head back and drain the whole cup down. Harry looked at you.  

“We never got to try the Patronus Charm.”

You gave a silent laugh and crossed your arms. He was insistent on something that wasn’t going to happen. Ignoring Harry, you checked on the pumpkin pasties. The dough had browned a little on top and you were positive the pumpkin puree in the middle was warmed up and once again a soft consistency. You took the tray out and set it down on the table— the whole place flooded with the smell of pumpkin. You picked up two pastries, split one in half, and gave half to Harry.

He followed you out of the kitchen and up to the attic as you chewed on your half of the treat. No one had been up to the attic. They were surprised Sirius wasn’t using it for extra space but that’s because he said it was yours. The attic connected to the rooftop, both parts flooded with plants. No one would sleep comfortably in the attic with some of the more talkative flowers and the rooftop was outside. It was charmed so no one would find them but it was still outside. The air was chilly as snow covered the roof and unfortunately some of the plants. You stood and looked at Harry. If he was so adamant, it was going to be done where no one else would see you fail.      

“I’ll help you every step of the way,” He said before finishing his half of pumpkin pasties. “My Christmas present, discovering your patronus. Accio wand.”

Your wand flew into your hand and you adjusted your grip. You rarely held your wand that honestly you weren’t sure if it was proper form. That was confirmed when Harry adjusted it for you. Harry stood behind you, holding your arm with one hand and your waist with the other.

“Think of a happy memory.”

That was easy. No matter what, your go-to happy memory was you and Sirius having dinner for the first time at the muggle pizza shop. The milkshake, your dad taking your picture, and the pizza the size of your face. Sirius walking around as a free man. That was forever the first thing you thought when someone asked you what’s happiness. You nodded at Harry when you had the thought locked into your mind.

“Now move your wand like this and just say the words. Are you good to speak right now?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Your voice didn’t hurt too much. You had done well on not speaking after the blunder the first couple weeks of school. Aside from warning them about Mr. Weasley, you hadn’t used your voice. Your voice wasn’t perfect but you figured a few words wouldn’t hurt. You coughed into your shoulder and then straightened back up.

“Expecto Patronum,” you said barely above a whisper.

You watched nothing happen. You didn’t think much of it. It was, in fact, expected. Harry moved his hand down your arm and covered your hand in his.

“Try again. We’ll do it together, just like flying,” he said.

“Expecto Patronum.”

The tip of your wand glowed silver slightly. Silver gently flowed out and you watched a badger walk around the snow covered roof before disappearing. Harry chuckled a bit as you gasped.

“You really are Hufflepuff then,” he said.

You turned your head to look at him.

“Thank you.”

“Happy Christmas.”

Harry’s hand slowly lowered your arm. He would be stupid not to act now. You were looking at him with absolute stars in your eyes. There wasn’t going to be another time that you looked at him like that. But he felt like he wasn’t going to be able to say it. The hand that was still on your waist drummed against it. He took in a breath, knowing he’d regret not trying to communicate how he felt. Harry leaned in and slotted his lips between yours. Your eyes closed as you began to kiss back. It was different. Harry’s kiss felt almost desperate which you weren’t used to. You also didn’t have to stretch yourself to meet his lips, only tilting your head back a little. Your hand that was pressed against his chest grabbed at the fabric of his pullover. Harry stopped when he felt you stiffen up. He moved away, not looking at you.

“Right, you and Cedric,” he muttered.

When you didn’t do anything, Harry looked down at your hand that was still tangled in his pullover which made you look as well. His hand that had been by his side moved to your waist as well. He had to say something.

“I don’t know what happened between you two but I j— we don’t have to date right now but I want to be the only one to take you out on dates. Can we try it, take it slow?”

You were supposed to get better to go back to Cedric. That’s why you broke up with him in the first place. In an effort to save your relationship, you ended it. You ended because you were going to come back in a year or two. But you told Cedric that it was fine if he moved on during that time. You didn’t know if he took that to heart or not— you avoid anything that even mentioned Puddlemere United. If it was fine for Cedric to move on maybe it was fine for you. And Harry had been there. It was your fault to push Cedric away because recovering on your own actually wasn’t as helpful as you thought. But that didn’t change the fact that Harry was now the one that had been there.

You opened your mouth when you heard slithering. Harry wrapped his hand around yours, ready to remove it from your sweater and walk away before he could be more embarrassed. He froze for a moment when your lips were suddenly on his before he kissed back. The two of you pulled apart. You buried your head in his shoulder as you coughed.

“When we get… back… do you,” you whispered, voice coming out scratchy. “Want…  to…  see Hufflepuff’s… common room?”

He huffed out a laugh. “You did just produce a patronus, didn’t you?”

The two of you started to walk back downstairs almost awkwardly. Harry looked at the space in between the two of you. His fingers brushed against yours. He watched them twitch before reaching out. You stopped him before reaching the bottom step.  

“I want to… try… with you… slow?”

“Slow,” Harry repeated and he held your hand all the way into the dining room where everyone noticed.

“Mr. Weasley!” Harry said as you waved enthusiastically at seeing the man at the table.

Arthur greeted the two of you and thanked you for helping. Harry finally let go of your hand as you two sat down. Sirius tilted his head as he watched you glance over at Harry ever so often. Meanwhile Ron and Hermione watched with smiles at Harry putting food on your plate. They watched as he immediately cupped the sides of your face— not caring that they were all there— and made you look at him when he noticed you weren’t focused.

“What are you hearing, (Y/N)?” he asked calmly. “Don’t look around, look at me. You’re fine, okay. I believe whatever you’re seeing or hearing but I can’t know what it is if you don’t tell me.”

“I’m not sure,” you whispered.

“Then let’s have breakfast. Breakfast and Christmas first and we’ll figure out what you aren’t sure about later, okay?”

You grabbed both his wrists and nodded. Harry let go, knowing you were fine now. Everyone watched, feeling their hearts melt a little at the scene in front of them. Sirius couldn’t even stop his own smile. Harry treated you with a softness he wished he had treated your mother with during the last week or two of her life.

(Part 25)...

#harry potter x black!reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter fic

[squirrelsjunegloom]

June Gloom 2019

Note: This will take you to my older blog, Squirrel’s Writing, where I initially posted this, so fear not you can still find this post here or on the old blog. I’m posting here for convenience.

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(Infinity War) Thanos x Reader - A Stone’s Sacrifice {Posted: 6-6-2019}

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[keijislove]

Surprise: Harry Potter x Wife!Reader

A/N: warning, i guess there is a slight mention of NSFW (i do not write smut btw) and vomiting, sickness, etc.

Your eyes fluttered open as you were snatched out of your sweet dreams.

You looked to your left, where your husband was still sleeping.

Giggling, you got up and dressed for work.

‘Wake up, sleepyhead.’ You spoke. ‘You’re going to be late for work.’

Harry let out a small groan, sitting up in bed.

‘Morning love.’ He said through a yawn.

‘Morning, dork.’

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‘Mrs Potter, good morning!’

‘Hello Mrs Potter!’

‘Hi Y/N, alright?’

‘Good day Mrs Potter!’

‘Hello, hello.’ You briskly said, rushing through the stampede of Ministry wizards, making your way to your office.

‘Y/N, thank goodness you’re here!’ Hermione spoke. ‘Samuel Goodman’s having trouble with that spitting guitar again.’

‘Really? Again?’ you whined. ‘I didn’t think to bring lunch! That man’s job is going to take hours.’

‘I’ll tell Ron to get you something.’ Hermione giggled.

You fake gasped. ‘Minister, are you helping an employee?’

Hermione snorted. ‘Very funny, get going, he’s already knee-deep.’

You raised your hands in surrender, running off.

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‘Now, Mr Goodman.’ You seriously stated. ‘I do believe I told you to leave this instrument alone?’

The man blushed scarlet, muttering something that sounded like an apology.

You sighed. ‘Well, it’s done. It won’t spit at you anymore. Good day.’

You lead him out of your office.

Minutes later, there was a knock on your door.

‘Come in.’

‘Hey, Y/N.’ Ronald Weasley popped his head in. ‘Mione told me to bring you lunch, here you go. George has fixed this up for you.’

‘Ah, thanks Ron.’ You yawned. ‘Tell him thanks, that looks great.’

After eating your delicious egg-sandwich, you headed to your husband’s office.

‘Hi Y/N.’ Harry smiled as you entered. ‘Long day?’

‘The spitting guitar again.’ You answered.

‘Again? I feel sorry for you now.’

‘Oh, shut up.’ You laughed. ‘I expect-’

But at that moment, a wave of nausea overcame you, so powerful that you doubled over.

‘Love?’ Harry worriedly asked. ‘Y/N?’

Not speaking, afraid you would throw up, you ran into his bathroom and retched into the toilet.

After panting and cleaning yourself up, you went back out.

‘Love, a-are you alright?’ Harry asked.

‘I’m fine...’ you answered. ‘Maybe George cooked a bad egg or something in his sandwich...’

Harry nodded, unconvinced.

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The bell on the door of the shop rang as you entered.

The red-haired man at the counter didn’t look up. ‘Hello, welcome to Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, best joke shop in Diagon Alley, I’m George Weasley and you may look around and ask me if you need anything.’

You politely waited for him to finish his monologue before you spoke.

‘Hem hem.’ You said, fighting your giggles as George’s head snapped up in horror.

‘Oh, it’s just you.’ He spoke. ‘I thought it was old toad-face who came to shut down my shop.’

‘Just me?’ you asked. ‘I’m offended.’

‘Yeah, yeah, hello Y/N.’ George snickered. ‘May I help you?’

‘Well, thanks for the sandwich.’ You began. ‘But did you-’

Before you could say put a bad egg in it, another wave of nausea washed over you.

‘Bathroom?!’ you choked out.

‘Y/N, what-’ George began. ‘Uh, yeah, just there.’

He pointed to the door.

You ran in and retched again.

‘Are you alright?’ George asked.

‘Well, I was going to ask you if you put a rotten egg in the sandwich, but now I’m wondering if you put a Puking Pastille in it...’

‘Puking Pastille?’ George repeated. ‘Why would I put that in your food? And we aren’t even making those anymore, it’s limited to Fever Fudge and Fainting Fancies.’

‘Am I sick?’ you wondered aloud.

‘By the looks of it, yeah.’ George spoke. ‘Maybe go home and rest?’

‘Yeah, maybe drop by at St. Mungo’s....’ you muttered, leaving.

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‘Hello, you’re at St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, if you want to get treated, use that elevator, if you’re meeting someone, you have to wait, if you’re wasting my time, then please leave and- OH MERLIN!’ the woman gasped. ‘Y-you’re Y/N Potter...’

‘Uhm, I do believe I am.’ You said uncertainly.

‘Oh, well, oh, Mrs Potter, uh, big fan.’ She stuttered. ‘How may I assist you?’

‘Well, you see, I’ve been vomiting since this afternoon, it’s happened thrice already and I don’t recall eating anything off or drinking something old... overall, I need help.’

‘Well, of course you do!’ she breathed. ‘We will call our best healer for you, Mrs Potter, given how much you do for this nation!’

You fought the urge to giggle. ‘Er, thanks. I hope this best healer of yours can cure me.’

‘Certainly dear! He is one of the most skilled.’

The woman grabbed a microphone of sorts and bellowed. ‘HEALER MALFOY, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE ASSISTING A DYING PATIENT OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU’RE DOING, GET. HERE. NOW!’

You gasped. ‘Did you say... Healer Malfoy? As in Draco Malfoy?’

‘Yes, dear, quite right.’ She distractedly said.

‘What do you want, you horrible old woman?’ a voice asked behind you.

You didn’t dare turn.

‘Malfoy, kindly assist this lovely lady here.’

‘Alright, hello, how may I help?’ asked Draco.

Cursing internally, you turned around. ‘Hi...’

‘Y/N?’ he asked.

‘Draco.’ You spoke.

‘Ah... um come on, then.’ He awkwardly led you to his office.

‘We haven’t seen each other in quite some time, have we?’ he asked once you entered.

‘Yeah, the last time we met was when we both thought Harry was dead.’ You spoke sarcastically.

Draco smirked. ‘So, what’s with you and Potter, L/N?’

‘That’s Y/N Potter to you.’ You corrected.

Draco’s eyes grew wide. ‘Y/N Potter? You’re serious? That’s you? I thought it was some other Y/N or something...’

‘Honestly Malfoy, how many Y/N’s would marry Harry Potter?’ you asked.

‘I expect you have a point. Alright, Mrs Potter, what ails you?’ he asked.

‘Dunno.’ You simply answered. ‘Been retching all afternoon.’

‘What?’

‘Wait...’ something wasn’t right.

Oh no.

You ran into his bathroom and doubled over inside the toilet and let out your stomach’s contents yet again.

‘Blimey, you alright?’ asked Draco. ‘When did this start?’

‘This afternoon!’ you panted. ‘I thought George put a Puking Pastille in my sandwich, but then it didn’t stop. What’s wrong with me?’

‘I have a very good idea of what might be wrong with you.’ He began, making a disgusted face but you couldn’t place why. ‘But if it’s not true, I don’t want to worry you uselessly. Here, take these pills and if they don’t work, come to me right away. It will take two or three hours to have an effect, so tomorrow should be fine if you’re still... a human hosepipe.’

You snorted. ‘Yeah, alright. Thanks Healer Malfoy.’

‘My pleasure, Y/N Potter.’

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‘Hey love, how are you feeling?’ Harry asked as you entered your house.

‘Bit better, I went to St Mungo’s and apparently the best healer they have is Healer Malfoy.’ You spoke.

Harry laughed. ‘And what did Healer Malfoy tell you?’

‘He didn’t. He said he knew what might be wrong with me, but he didn’t want to uselessly worry me in case this is just a nasty stomach bug. So, I’ve got these pills for now.’ You explained.

‘Well, that’s nice.’ You husband said in amusement. ‘For once, you and Malfoy had a conversation where the both of you weren’t constantly threatening to break each other’s face.’

‘I was in for a surprise myself.’ You sarcastically said. ‘I’m going to bed... it’s been a long day, y’know?’

‘Yeah, I understand.’ Harry soothed. ‘Come on, let’s go.’

And yet after eating the pills, you puked almost four times that night.

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‘MALFOY!’ you bellowed. ‘OPEN THE DOOR!’

The door swung open.

‘Pills not working?’ Draco asked before you could open your mouth.

You aggressively nodded.

‘Ugh.’ He spoke. ‘We’re going there, aren’t we? Oh well. Come in.’

He shut the door and crossed his arms over his chest. ‘Er, Y/N, I have a question that is necessary for finding out what’s wrong with you... uhm, you’re married and all right? So, um... did you and Potter have your... em, fun night yet?’

Your cheeks blushed a heavy scarlet as you choked on your own spit. ‘Fun *cough* night?’

Draco looked fairly embarrassed as well. ‘Sorry, er, let me rephrase, when did you have your last menstrual cycle?’

‘About...’ you suddenly gasped. ‘It’s ten days late!’

‘Mhmm.’ Draco wore the same disgusted expression as before.

‘What?’

‘Sorry, it’s just really hard to imagine Potter wanking himself in your presence...’

You slapped the back of his head.

‘Sorry, sorry.’ He said again. ‘Alright, um, take this.’

He handed you a small tube of sorts.

You raised a brow. ‘The Draco Malfoy, offering me a muggle instrument? What day is it today?’

‘They’re surprisingly reliable.’ He said delicately. ‘And it’s Wednesday, by the way.’

You giggled.

Minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom.

‘So what does two lines mean?’

‘That there’s one baby Potter in there.’

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The next morning, you set out for your friends’ house.

You knocked on the door.

Several minutes later, a shabby-ooking Ron came out. ‘Whozzerre?’

‘Y/N.’ you answered.

‘The bloody hell are you doing here seven in the morning?’ he asked, nettled.

‘I need to see your wife, Ronald.’ You responded with equal mock-anger.

‘Oh, for Merlin’s sake Ron!’ said a voice as a fully dressed Hermione appeared at the door. ‘Y/N! Hi!’

‘Hey Mione, can I speak to you?’

‘Of course.’

‘Er, privately?’

‘Oh don’t mind me. I’m going to bed.’ Ron yawned.

‘Charming, Ronald.’ Hermione snapped as Ron trudged back. ‘Yes?’

‘Mione... I’m pregnant.’

‘What? I’m sorry, I must’ve misheard you, could you say that again?’

‘I’m serious Mione. I’m pregnant.’

‘WHAT?’ Hermione squealed. ‘Y/N, but that’s... amazing!’

‘I know!’ you squealed.

‘Does Harry know?’

You looked away.

‘You didn’t tell him, did you?’ Hermione accusingly said.

‘I’m not sure how he’s going to react.’ You muttered.

‘Well... maybe tell him by the end of this week... the Auror requirements are crazy at the moment. Maybe you ought to wait till he’s relaxed?’ she suggested.

‘Yeah, I’ll do that. And Mione, could you please cover for me just this once? I’ll work overtime maybe when you know, the baby’s born? It’s just... I’m quite tired at the moment.’ You pleaded.

‘You will not work overtime after your baby is born.’ Hermione sternly instructed. ‘I will cover for you all the same. Take care, Y/N.’

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‘Love, is something the matter?’ Harry concernedly asked. ‘You’re... distant.’

‘I’m working long hours, Harry.’ You responded.

Harry arched a brow. ‘I don’t recall ever seeing you at the office in the last two days. Where do you disappear to in the day time?’

‘I have other work to do besides stay at the Ministry, Harry.’ You snapped in irritation.

Pregnancy was giving you mood swings.

‘See, this is the problem.’ Harry said. ‘You’re not telling me something. When was the last time you called me Harry in that tone?’

‘I dunno, but I’ll use it more often if you act like this.’

‘You know what, that’s it.’ He slammed his fork on the table. ‘I can’t take this anymore. Do what you like.’

He stomped up.

Yup, you blew it.

Sighing and rubbing your temples, you followed.

‘I’m not sure you’d be happy if I told you why.’ You muttered when you got there.

‘Happy?’ asked Harry. ‘Why would I be happy with something that is the cause of my wife ignoring me? I’d personally hate it.’

Tears brimmed in your eyes.

‘Oh yeah?’ you asked in a shaky voice. ‘Well good job, because I’m bloody pregnant with your bloody baby. And you hate it, don’t you?’

Harry was dumbstruck.

He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish.

‘Y/N...’ he choked out. ‘I didn’t mean...’

‘Save it.’ You said, running downstairs.

Harry messed up his hair.

‘I’m gonna be a dad?’ he whispered to no one.

A crash from the dining room followed by a whimper of pain snapped him out of his thoughts.

‘Love?’ he called.

No answer.

‘Y/N!’ he ran down.

‘I’m... nothing, I thought it was going to... come.’ You panted. ‘Babies don’t come that fast, do they?’

‘I... don’t know. Love, I’m so sorry.’

Harry gently picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. ‘Rest, darling. Don’t exhaust our little child here.’

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‘It’s a boy!’

You let out a choked sob, reaching out as the doctor placed your creation in your hands.

Everybody, Harry, Ron, Hermione, George, Ginny, Bill, Fleur, Percy, Mr and Mrs Weasley had come to see you.

‘It’s so cute!’ Ginny whispered.

‘He’s beautiful.’ You spoke.

Your husband approached you.

‘C-can I?’ he asked.

You smiled and shifted over as Harry sat down, cradling the baby boy in his arms.

A tear escaped his eye.

‘James.’ You cooed.

‘James Sirius Potter.’ Harry declared, pressing a kiss to your temple.

After you had gone home, Harry had taken you to the nursery he designed for the baby weeks ago.

‘I love you so much.’ He muttered.

‘I love you too, idiot.’ You laughed. ‘And I love this baby.’

‘Hmm. Let’s make another one.’

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[chaoticgeminate]

First Time Faire

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe

Whiskey Serenades Series

Coyote Shifter!Jack Daniels x Foxwoman f!Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.2K

Series Summary: As members of the FBMI it’s up to Agent Whiskey and his partner Agent Sambuca to keep an eye on those going in and out of the portals to the Winter and Summer Realms, to coordinate with the SIEA to ensure no contraband makes it through, but sometimes it can get hectic when your cover operation is a bar.

Chapter Summary: Even FBMI field agents need a break, right?

Notes: This is for @writer-wednesday and I really hope everyone likes it, gives me a chance to reveal a little bit of Jack and his vixen before I begin their series 💙

[AO3]

“Now you wait just a second darlin’ what in Trickster’s name did you just say?”

Jack’s startled voice drew your attention from the money in the register, looking at the man as he held the flyer for the Stormhollow County Faire in a tight grip; a reminder of just how different your lives were. “I’ve never been to a Faire like that before; all that stuff isat the boardwalk you know. A Ferris wheel is the same no matter where it is, after all.” He pinned the flyer up and you could tell he had something he wanted to say, based solely on the furrow in his brow, but the door lock opened on its own as the clock struck opening time for the evening and your very devout regulars began to pour into the building.

You were quick to finish counting out the drawer before diving into the task of pouring drinks for the regulars, knowing that eventually the demand for alcohol would be higher than Jack’s ability to dispense it. The Sly Guys Saloon –Jack’s idea for the name winning out as the senior agent- had earned a very consistent crowd of regulars, hosting girls’ night and drag shows and even a few nights catering to members of the diminutive fey races so that they didn’t need to be afraid of being trampled.

That had not been a fun night, having to deal with Ambassador Clewyn after a Brownie got a broken nose from being shoved into the bar by an overeager and drunk Ursa was on the bottom of your list of fun bar stories.

By the end of the night, well into the morning, you’d damn near forgotten about the County Faire and it wasn’t until Jack kicked out the last Ogre that he brought it up again. “Darlin’ are you busy this weekend?” You nearly dropped the bottle of Dwarvish Fire Ale in your hand at the sudden break of the quiet that came with closing, fumbling the bottle and barely catching it in time before it could shatter, and the damned coyote had the nerve to smirk at you as he sauntered over to start counting the cash and closing the card machine.

“No, why?”

Plans for your weekend had only been to catch up on your reading, maybe go to the Opera Hall with Harper since they had your favorite musical on tour, but nothing concrete. “Now you do, I’m gonna take ya’ to your first county faire.” His insistence was the only reason you surrendered so easily, the coyote was stubborn as hell anyway so there wasn’t a chance you’d be able to get out of it unless you were dying. Even then you suspected he’d find some sort of healer to slap you back together enough that his plans could still take place given his blend of stubborn and determined.

Which was how Friday closing found you piling into his car, so that he could drive you both to Stormhollow, with your weekend bag dropped in the back seat beside his own; Jack grinned as you buckled your seat belt and let the Bronco roar to life. “We’re gonna have to get dinner on the road, any preferences on a drive-thru?” You shook your head and bit the inside of your cheek as he turned off the main city road toward the first of two highways you’d end up on, you’d never really talked about your childhood with Jack before.

But you’d also never expected to become friends with the insufferable, handsome, sneaky bastard either.

“Not really, as long as there’s something with chicken I’ll be golden.” His lips lifted into a smile and you traced the profile of his face in the dark, being nocturnal by nature was a half decent thing for a night time road trip like this and you were mentally preparing yourself for nearly two days of too-bright sunshine and loud crowds. Jack turned his head toward you, to check for traffic, and his cheeky grin softened a little bit.

It was… a different look than you were used to.

“Thanks for agreein’ to come with me, darlin’.” His drawl was stretched out, his pitch lower, and your throat bobbed as you swallowed and nodded in the same motion. But as quick as the soft moment came it was gone, his eyes dancing as he turned into a McShamrock drive-thru, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes; the fast-food chain had been started by a leprechaun and the place had become ridiculously popular. You still had never eaten any food from the chain, your grandfather would sooner have sold his kidney to avoid such ‘poor’ food choices, so your eyes raked the menu as Jack started his order.

Settling on some sort of spicy chicken sandwich meal you almost rolled your eyes when Jack ordered two orange creamsicle milkshakes.

After sliding the drinks into the cup holder you began digging through the bag, salivating at the salty and savory smell, and you glared at Jack when he howled with laughter when you sniffed the fries curiously. “Darlin’ just eat your food.” The Bronco rumbled along the road and you pouted a little bit before shoving a fry into your mouth as you tried to find your sandwich, the salty and fluffy potato was good and you couldn’t help the soft sound of delight or the wiggle into the seat. Not even noticing the furrow in Jack’s brow until you turned to hand him the bag.

He looked confused. “What?” Your question made him huff and crack the window, so that the steam didn’t fog up the glass, and after a beat Jack hummed around a mouth full of burger.

You took a big bite of your chicken sandwich and stared at it for a minute, unable to decide if it was good or not “You don’t eat a lot of fast food, do you?” The question was soft, back to something delicate, and you swallowed the bite of food before opting for a few fries. You liked those quite a bit, something about them was just good even though you’d had fries from much more expensive places.

“No, this is actually- uh, this is a first for me. You- you know High Councilman Qarn?”

“Yea, the psychic guy that retired from the Consortium to go into politics.”

“He’s my grandfather and he raised me, my parents were FBMI Agents too but they were killed on an assignment by goblin mercenaries from the Scorned Realm after that mage Paelore went rogue and began opening up illegal portals. As you can guess my life was more, uh, opera halls and five star restaurants with the best tutors and trainers money could buy.” You always hated talking about growing up in a place of wealth, having monetary means when there were others who had starved because of the vast difference in influence and power.

Jack’s soft hum as he finished off his burger distracted you from the spiral your own mind tried to go down; absently you reached out to wipe a smear of grease from the corner of his mouth. “So who was the shifter in your family, if you don’t mind me askin’ at all?” He was clearly taking advantage of the fact that you were even bringing up anything this personal and because he’d already told you about his slew of cousins and pack of family you decided it wouldn’t hurt to give him back some too.

“Foxwomen are, well, women. The gene only ever appears in female offspring, and yes it has been tested over generations before you ask. It’s why we were specifically given the designation of ‘Foxwomen’ instead of fox shifters; even though we haven’t had any records of fox shifters even appear. So for me it was my mom, who actually inherited it from her dad, and followed that bloodline.” You polished off the rest of your sandwich, deciding that you liked it enough, and Jack surprised you by giving you his fries after laughing lightly when you demolished yours.

It was… nice. Finally telling him about what orchestral groups you had seen live, what operas you’d watched as a kid and revealed your bedroom tower in your grandfather’s mansion that you’d moved out of as soon as you graduated at eighteen while Jack told you more about his massive ranch and the trouble he used to get into as a pup.

“I don’t know how to line dance.”

Jack wiggled his eyebrows at you, his aviators hiding the redness in his eyes from a severely short nap after driving all the way here, and after a breakfast of some obscenely greasy fried chicken served over waffles at one of the food stalls he had dragged you all over the faire. Between checking out the tables of handcrafted goodies, getting on every ride even if it was for kids, and the copious amounts of sugary junk he had bought you there was no way to lie and say you didn’t have fun.

Every experience was new, every sight and sound and smell was different, and you had eyed the Ferris wheel longingly for most of the day; that had always been the one ride at the boardwalk your grandfather allowed you on, since it wasn’t too fast or dangerous compared to the roller coasters and the other faster rides. Now that you were beginning to understand how vastly different the experiences were it was the last thing you wanted to compare to what you knew.

“I know, darlin’ but I wasn’t gonna line dance with you.”

He tugged your hand gently, brushing the brim of the Stetson you’d snatched off his head to dislodge a piece of hay, and you found yourself placing your hands on his shoulders as he let his rest on your waist; the music slowed down and other couples hurried onto the dance floor, taking advantage of the slower paced music, but you only had eyes for Jack. “We ain’t close to bein’ done yet, darlin’ but you are havin’ fun right?” You nodded instantly and shifted your arms to drape them over his shoulders better, to press closer to him and inhale that grassy scent that always seemed to cling to him, and Jack pressed the most delicate kiss to your cheek.

“Out there on that empty hardwood floor

the chairs up and the lights turned way down low

the music played, we held each other close

and we danced.”

Hearing him sing the words to the melody, a song that had certainly shown up on the radio back at Sly Guys more than enough times that you knew it, all of it drew tears to your eyes as his told you every answer to every question. “You’re such a sap, are you sure you aren’t a house pet?” Your remark earned a smile as he ducked his head to steal a kiss, which you granted him without hesitation, and when the song ended you let him pull you away toward the games where he promised to win you something.

A giant stuffed duckling wasn’t what you expected but you named him Saltine Quackers, earning a big grin from Jack who was silenced when you won him a goldfish, and then the two of you headed for the Wonder Wheel after a pit stop for a giant bag of pink cotton candy. “Enjoy your first county faire?” Jack made sure you were settled into the seat before taking his beside you, putting Quackers and Cheez-It across from you both, and you shifted to lean into his side.

“I have, but I think it’s definitely the company more than the faire.”

“I’m tickled to hear that, darlin’.”

“So, uh, is this a first date then?”

He slipped off his sunglasses since the sun was beginning to set and looked down at you, mustache quirking up as he adjusted the Stetson so he could nuzzle his nose to yours. “Do you want it to be, darlin’ girl?” His whisper sent a sharp chill down your spine and you nodded as you chased his lips for another chaste kiss. “Then it is.” He finally sealed his mouth to yours and you had to resist the urge to slide yourself into his lap, knowing damn well that he wouldn’t care but that you were still in public, and Jack pulled away to make you look out as the Ferris Wheel stopped at the highest point right as the sky was bathed in a shifting of purple and blues with streaks of gold and oranges.

“Still think a Ferris wheel is just a Ferris wheel?”

His whisper teased your ear and you shook your head. “No, no I don’t.” His smile was light and Jack growled when you wound your hands into his hair and tugged lightly, the sound making you yip softly into his mouth when he squeezed a good handful of your ass as the ride began moving bit by bit to let everyone off.

You delighted in the way his eyes darkened when you pulled away, fixing your clothes and sauntering off the car after grabbing your duck, and you burst into laughter when he steered you right back into line for the Wonder Wheel.

#chaoticwrites #Writer Wednesday #Iridescence Fictional Universe #Whiskey Serenades #coyote shifter!Jack #foxwoman f!reader #jack daniels x female reader #pedro pascal fanfic #agent whiskey x f!reader

[wicked-hg]

Empire || o.w.

This is a part of @iliveiloveiwrite​ song fic challenge.

Oliver Wood x reader

Song prompt: Empire by Elle Henderson

Summary: Oliver has an interview with a quidditch reporter who wants to know more about the “quidditch empire” he has built. Oliver reflects on the life he has built with Y/N.

WC: 3.9k

A/N: I am so excited to finally post this! I’ve been working on it for a while and it went longer than I thought it would, but that’s okay. I hope you all enjoy it. Please please please check out the song! I tried to keep it in mind writing this, but overall it is just a fantastic song and one of my favorites. I found the below image when looking for an Oliver Wood gif, and this was so cute!!!! Plus it goes with the story. Italics are the interview.

“Mr. Wood, thank you for sitting down with us,” the reporter greeted. “I know many people are dying to know more about you and your growing quidditch empire.”

“Empire?” Oliver chuckled. “I wouldn’t call what I ‘ave an empire.”

“What would you call it then? You are a renowned quidditch player and now a coach for Puddlemere United. Your wife was a former strategist for the Pride of Portree and is the granddaughter of Kennilworthy Wisp and Devlin Whitehorn. You also have seven children. If that isn’t a quidditch empire, then what is it.”

“Me family,” Oliver answered. “Aye, me wife comes from two great lineages and aye quidditch did bring us together, but I love her for so much more than that. Quidditch was only an excuse to talk to her. It isn’t our relationship.”

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You had friends at Hogwarts. There were people who enjoyed your company. They were always there to talk quidditch to you, but that was about it. Once you tried switching the subject they suddenly had to go work on homework that had already been turned in. You knew though captains of quidditch teams didn’t lie that they wanted to be your friend. They were straightforward that they wanted your analysis of their team, and the other teams, and what strategies they should use to be successful. Each one came on the same day at the same time like clockwork. Today was Wednesday. That meant Oliver Wood would find her around 6:55. Oliver was the one captain who would seek you out no matter where you were in the castle. You had to always be in the same place for the others. 

The clock chimed 7:00 when Oliver found you today. “You’re five minutes later than normal, Wood,” you commented. 

Oliver shrugged as he sat next to you. “I knew you’d be here, but I wasn’t sure how loud it would be,” Today’s spot was the clock tower. “So I wanted to wait until after the clock rang.”

You sat in silence. Usually you jumped quickly into the quidditch talk, but Oliver sat silently. “You alright, Wood? You’re quiet today. You play Hufflepuff next week if I recall. I wouldn’t really worry about them. They’ve had a devastating losing streak so far. Their beaters aren’t doing well. They’ve been on injury rotation. Fleet also doesn’t have your skills.”

Oliver smiled. “Me skills? You notice I’m quite skilled, Y/N?”

You tried to keep yourself from blushing. Something was different about how he said this. “Of course I do, Wood. I’m Hogwarts residential quidditch analyst.”

“Oliver,” he said. You glanced at him, confused. “Call me Oliver. Not Wood.”

You nodded. “Okay then...Oliver.” Silence washed back over the two of you. “Do you have any other questions? Or do you want info about the new Nimbus? The rest have wanted that.”

Oliver shook his head. “Why don’t you play? Every house goes to you for advice, yet you don’t even play for your own. Why is that?”

No one had ever asked you that. In fact, no one had ever asked any questions about you yourself. “I used to when I was younger with my siblings. I have six older ones.”

“Me too,” Oliver said. “Poppy, Daisy, Juniper, Ivy, Violet, and Flora. They thought I was gon’ be a girl. When it turned out I was a boy, I was named Oliver instead of Olive. That way all they had to do was add an ‘r’ to everything. Sorry for interrupting you. The Weasleys are the only other ones I know with a family of seven siblings.”

You smiled. “It’s alright. Sounds like your family went for a theme.” Oliver nodded. “I think that’s cool. My parents didn’t. I’m the youngest. I have four brothers—Dorian, Finnigan, Simon, and Leon—and two sisters—Evangeline and Benjamina.”

“So you played quidditch with them. Why not anymore?”

“I got hit in the head with a bludger,” you told him. I know that happens a lot to players, but I was about five. Gramps and PopPop were fighting again. They don’t get along at all, and my parents were out celebrating their anniversary. I don’t know why they had those two watching us instead of just picking one. Granny and Nan were trying to calm them down. We were playing quidditch on PopPop’s prototype of the Nimbus 1650.”

“Nimbus 1650? I’ve never heard of that one.”

“That’s because it was never released to the public. It had too many flaws. Anyway, I played seeker. It’s how I learned to analyze patterns besides listening to Gramps. The bludger hit me upside the head and as I fell it hit me again in the jaw. Honestly though, it felt like two hits to the head because my head was the size of a bludger back then. I couldn’t get on a broom after that. I tried. I tried so many times. I just was never able to fly. The brooms wouldn’t listen. Besides, the healer says one more bludger to the head will kill me.”

“We can’t have that then. I’ll get ya on a broom, but I’m not letting ya anywhere near a bludger.” You grinned at his comment. “You belong in the air though. Every time I find you, you're usually high up. The wind will be blowing through your hair soon enough. I promise.”

“You can’t make promises like that, Oliver.”

Oliver shushed you. “Tomorrow. We start tomorrow at this time on the pitch. You’re not meant to be caged, Y/N. Let me help you fly free.”

“What makes you think that you will be the one to do so?” You asked him, trying not to gain any hope from Oliver’s promise. Your family had done everything they could. How could Oliver be successful?

He smiled and grabbed your hand. “I won’t let you fall. I’ll catch you. Do you trust me?”

There was a fire in his eyes now. He had hope he could do this, and you did too. “Absolutely.”

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“And what about having seven children? A quidditch team is made up of seven players. One could assume you are breeding your own quidditch team.”

“Well, one can assume all they want. The truth is, life just happened this way. Y/N and I both came from large families; both of us are the youngest of seven. We were fine having that many kids. Just know though there aren’t any more Wood children coming,” Oliver grinned. “And don’t believe that rumor that all of our kids are named after types of wood unknowingly or fun. It was the result of losing a series of bets.”

“What?”

“What?”

The reporter paused in thought. “Oh my Merlin. Your children are all named after types of wood. You did that on purpose? Because of bets?”

Oliver blinked. “No…”

“But you just said—” Oliver stared at the reporter, daring him to continue. “So when did people pick up on it?”

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He was so small. Granted, Rowan and Willow had been too. Perhaps he was bigger than them though. He was definitely louder. “He’s got quite the lungs to him,” you murmured to Oliver as you handed him your new son. “Rowan and Willow were quiet and pensive. He’s loud and ready to fight. Has been since the womb. Hopefully the bruises will go away now.”

This third babe had been a handful—constantly moving and kicking the bruises actually began to appear on your abdomen. “Reckon he’ll be a beater if he plays some day,” You chuckled in agreement with your husband. “Hello there, Al. Glad you’re finally here. Your brother and sister are so excited to meet you.”

“Al,” you sighed lovingly, “I like it. Al Wood. Is it short for anything?”

“Alder.”

“Alder. That’s nice,” Silence washed over the room until your eyes flew open. “Alder? Did you just say Alder? As in the tree? Oliver, is our son named Alder Wood?”

“Yes…”

“Rowan and Willow are going to ma—” Realization hit you. “Rowan and Willow. Rowan Wood. Willow Wood. Oliver Wood, are our children named after types of trees? Have you named our children after types of trees when I am in a state of fatigue after birthing them?”

“Yes and no,” he replied. He carefully held the newborn close to his chest. “All of these names I suggested to you when we discussed it, and you liked them. I just suggested them in a different light. Rowan is a good Scottish name, and Willow is an old English name and a well respected magical tree. Alder...I don’t think I ever did mention Alder to you. I was hoping to get away with that one.”

You reached for your son. Looking down at him, you couldn’t imagine him being named anything else. “I can’t imagine him being anything else now. If we have more children, we will discuss this first. I just didn’t realize you so desperately wanted a theme. I thought you hated the name theming after your parents have done it to you and your sisters.”

“I do!” Oliver argued. 

“Then why name our children after types of wood and trees?”

Oliver sighed. He knew there was no lying to you anymore. “I lost a bet back in Hogwarts to Weasley.”

You sighed. “I’m gonna yell at George when I get out of here. I can’t imagine our children being named anything different now, but still. I don’t care if it was his or Fred’s fault.”

“Actually it was Percy.”

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“You were married right before hell broke loose in the Second Great Wizarding War, and if I recall you even participated in it.”

“Aye. I did. Many witches and wizards in the league did once it got shut down in ‘97.”“Did this affect you and your wife?”

“Of course it did. It affected everyone. Plus we were still young and so was Rowan.”

“Rowan?”

“Me eldest boy. How did you not know that? I would’ve thought you’d know the names of me kids the way you’ve been going on.”

The reporter shrugged as he jotted this all down in his notebook. 

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Oliver had done what he could to help the light in the war, but his priority was his family. He had a wife and a son now. His wife was also expecting their second child. He laid down next to his wife. “Rowan’s fast asleep,” he whispered. “He went down quickly tonight.”

You smiled as you snuggled into him. “She’s being quiet tonight too.”

He smiled and glanced down at your protruding belly. “How do you know it’s a she?”

“I just do,” You were quiet for a moment before asking, “Oliver, do you ever regret how we did things?”

Everything was on track for you and Oliver when you graduated. You had both taken big jobs in the world of quidditch. You were young and everyone knew your names. Then in the late spring of 1995 you found out a baby was on the way. Rowan was born that December. A year and a half later you two finally got married in the early summer of 1997. Now in May of 1998 you were almost 8 months pregnant with the second baby Wood.

“I will never ever regret us or our kids,” he told you. “This is I guess just how it was meant to be. Do I wish that the world was safer for them? Absolutely. I wish we would’ve had more time to fight to give them a better world. I will do anything to make sure they don’t live under these conditions. I hope every day that Rowan doesn’t remember living in a time of such fear and chaos.”

“I am terrified, Olli,” you admitted.

“Me too,” he agreed, “But I will always be here to protect you. No one will destroy what we have created.” 

Hours later he was summoned to Hogwarts for one last battle. You waited for him to return. When Rowan woke, you acted as if everything was normal. “Daddy just had to go take care of some business,” you told Rowan when he asked about Oliver. An owl from St Mungo’s arrived close to bedtime. You flooed your mother to stay with your son as you rush to the hospital. Oliver, with his confunded eye, grinned at you. He had a gash on his forehead and was covered in dirt, yet he smiled because they had won.

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“So did helping in the war aid your career at all?”

“That’s a stupid question.”

“I just didn’t know if it helped your skills.”

“My skills are and were fine both prior and after the war.”

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“Sweetheart, I think you need to get your sight checked out,” You told Oliver one morning before he headed off to practice. “You’re missing more shots on your right, even though you’re right handed. People are starting to pick up on that.”

“I still catch the quaffle,” Oliver muttered. “That’s what matters.”

“I didn’t say you didn’t. I’m just saying your reaction time is slower and more have been slipping through. You know, as an analyst for an opposing team I shouldn’t even be telling you this.”

Oliver sighed. “That’s the eye.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh. I forgot it was the right one. I thought you got it healed?”

During the Battle of Hogwarts, Oliver had taken a confundus charm to the eye. For a while his eye was completely confounded and unable to focus. Eventually the healers were able to resituate it back to normal; however, Oliver’s vision had not quite yet returned back to normal.

“It can still get a bit blurry and spinny.”

“You need to talk to the coaches, Oliver. That can be a danger for you,” you said. You wrapped your arms around him. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I know you will overcome this and learn to play with it, but I need you safe. You have a family to come home to.”

Oliver nodded and hugged you. “I promise, leannan. I promise.”

—————

“Was there ever tension or conflict when you played the Pride?”

Oliver shrugged. “Y/N and I had a deal. We would note interfere between Puddlemere and the Pride of Portree. Teams have multiple strategists, and while, aye, she was their main one there were others to take care of handling strategies against Puddlemere. As for me, in my entire career, I never played a game against them—even after she retired and took over the broom business. The main keeper during my early years and reserve in my later years always played.”

“Seriously? Not even after she retired? You could’ve. It would’ve just furthered your career.”

“Perhaps, but I also knew that if I did it would make me wife choose between her husband and the team she grew to love. I couldn’t do that to her. Plus it kept me in shape.”

————

You saw Oliver walk down the stairs carrying your newborn girls and Al clinging to his back. “I thought you had a game today,” you asked as he set Al down and tried to put Holly and Hazel into the highchairs. Rowan and Willow followed behind them.

“”Play quidditch, daddy?” Willow asked. “We go watch a game?”

“Puddlemere plays Portree today. I never play against them.” Oliver sat down and started to feed the twins breakfast.

“But, Oliver,” you said confused, “That was when I worked for them. I don’t work for them anymore. You can play if you want to.”

He shook his head. “Today is for us.”

“Us? Like you and mum or the whole family?” Rowan asked.“

The whole family,” Oliver answered. “I’ve gone this long not playing Portree. No reason to start now. Besides, the team means so much to you, Y/N. I can’t put you between them and me. It’ll be a good day for us all to hang out too. Be a proper family.”

You smiled as you set the rest of breakfast in front of your children and helped Al get his food while WIllow and Rowan snatched theirs up. “That actually sounds amazing. Thank you, Oliver. Anything in mind for us to do today?”

“Perhaps the beach? The sun is out for once.”

“You just want to even out your tan line,” Rowan chuckled. Oliver glared at his son, knowing he was absolutely correct.

————

“You could’ve had another few years to your career. Why did you retire? Your retirement came before your predecessor’s exit.”

Oliver thought for a moment, wondering if he should tell the whole truth. “I was a father to six. I had just found out Reed was going to be born—“

“Is Reed your sixth kid?”

“No he’s the seventh and final.”

“Can you tell me who all your kids are. I’m getting them confused.”

Oliver huffed. “In order there is: Rowan, Willow, Alder, we call him Al, the twins, Holly and Hazel, followed by Ash, and ending with Reed.”

“One more time.”

Oliver sighed. He couldn’t take much more of this. “Rowan, Willow, Alder, Holly, Hazel, Ash, and Reed.”

The reporter finished writing those down. “Got it.”

“As I was saying, I had just found out my youngest child was on the way and I had also found out some other news.”

————

“Pregnant?”

You nodded. “I know we hadn’t planned this. It’s kid number seven,” You sat down next to him. “Oh Merlin, it’ll be our seventh child. We’re going to have a full team, Oliver. Al starts Hogwarts next year. Willow is starting her second year this year. Rowan takes his OWLS this year! The twins just started nursery school. Ash is finally no longer scared of the loo.”

“I’m going to retire,” Oliver said suddenly.

“What?” you gasped. “Oliver, darling, you don’t need to do that. Dorian and I run PopPop’s business just fine. You don’t need to give up your career. We support you. I support you.”

Oliver kissed your cheek and rested his hand against your stomach. “I’m almost 40, Y/N. I’ve been missing goals at practice for a while. Coach sent me to a healer during practice. There’s no more quidditch for me. Too many bludgers to the head. We make quite the pair. They found that part of my brain is swollen. I have to have treatment for a few more weeks and I’ll be good as new.”

You threw your arms around him and held him close. “Oh Oliver. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you to act differently in front of the kids. I found out all the details today though. I’m telling Coach tomorrow.”

“I can’t believe you have to do this, Oliver.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead. “I’m getting old anyway. This was going to happen eventually. I missed parts of my kids' lives because of quidditch. No more of that.”

“They’ll be heartbroken, you know.”

Oliver nodded. “What about you?”

“I just want you safe and happy. I will always support your choice. I can’t lose you, Oliver. You’re silly to think I’d ever let you near a bludger again now.”

Oliver chuckled remembering his promise to you all those years ago. “Poor Al. No more bludgers for the Woods. We’re gonna need to find a place to send him.”

“I ran into an old classmate of ours. She’s married to Marcus Fli—”

“I’m not sending me son to play with a bludger at Marcus Flint’s place! I’d rather take him to Weasley!”

————

Oliver watched the reporter go with a smile on his face. That was the last one. He couldn’t handle continuously doing those. His agent was right; he just needed to write a damn book. 

“Is the reporter done?”

Oliver turned and his smile became a grin as he kissed you. “Aye. Thank Merlin too. That was an imbecile. I’m gonna have to write that book so I don’t have to deal with any more of them.”

You grinned and hugged him. “I told you so. Come on now, sweetheart. They’re all waiting for you.”

“Can you believe Al is off to Hogwarts tomorrow?”

You shook your head as you snuggled into him. “That leaves us with four though. We’re not quite at an empty nest, Oliver.”

“I know. It’s just,” Oliver paused. “As I answered questions I just thought back to different moments in our life. Did you ever think we’d get here? That we’d build this...this...this empire of ours?”

You smiled. “I always hoped. I couldn’t imagine living my life with anyone else. Though our life is full of quidditch, in so, so many ways, you still made sure it was about so much more than that. Now come Oliver. Our little empire is ready to eat dinner.”

————---------

“Are we almost there?” You asked Oliver. “I feel like we’ve been walking forever. Why couldn’t we have just apparated?”

Oliver chuckled as he gripped your hand tighter to make sure he didn’t lose you as you climbed higher on the hill. “That would ruin the magic of it all, leannan.”

“Can you give me any clues, Oliver? Besides the fact it must be a decent spot for a picnic,” You glanced down at the picnic basket in your hand. When Oliver had invited you to his home, you were excited. Never before had you been to his family home in the highlands. You had met his family at his sisters’ homes. “You know the only thing I know about the highlands is that you are from here, and you don’t even live here anymore!”

“We’re almost there anyway,” he answered. “This is a place me dad took me mum when they were like us. When I told them about you, he brought me in case you were my gu bràth. We’re in the midst of Loch Katrine. It can be a popular place for muggle photographers to come take photos but they’re quite intimidated by this mountain, thanks to magic.”

Oliver helped you climb up a few more meters. You saw the giant grin on his face. This must be someplace special. He was just as excited as if they were about to jump right into a game of quidditch. You set the basket down and felt his hand squeeze yours. “Look at it, leannan. It’s beautiful.”

Finally you turned to join him, and he wasn’t wrong The area of Loch Katrine was gorgeous as the leaves had started to change. “This is beautiful, Oliver. It is absolutely gorgeous here.”

His smile grew and he pulled you closer. Your head rested on his chest and listened to the sound of his beating heart. Afterwhile he whispered, “I have found strength in your arms. We have built the foundation for an amazing love, and you will always rule my heart. Nobody can or will ever destroy what we have.”

You burrowed closer into his chest and felt his arms wrap around you more. Oliver had always been a ray of hope, and you knew he would continue to be one for you. You knew, you could feel your relationship growing in many ways at that moment. You hoped to Merlin, as you looked across the Scottish highlands in the arms of the man you loved, that someday you would build an indestructible empire with him. It is what you both deserved.

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[miamlfy]

My Son

A/N: Omg I finally got this out, so sorry for how long it took me. School has been kicking my butt, which I’m sure many of you can understand. It has been draining all of my energy and motivation but I finally finished this. Please be patient with me, I am working very hard on your request (which are still open btw). Anyways, I apologies for any mistakes I didn't catch. 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy X Potter! Reader 

Summary: The Potters (and Draco) prepare for the upcoming school year at Diagon Alley and see the Malfoys there. (Continuation to Homemade Rings) 

Warnings: Lucius, None! Mostly fluff

Word Count: 1,7K 

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September first was coming up fast, which meant the you and your family, along with Draco were to go school shopping. Having Draco live with you was quite fun and he got along very well with your parents, as well as Harry. Draco and Harry have been sharing a room since Draco first came to stay with you and although they could be annoying and bother each other, they weren’t terrible roommates. 

Harry let Draco put up some posters in the bedroom and decorate part of the room to Draco’s liking. You, along with James and Lily, were glad they were getting along and sometimes they acted like best friends, which was great. You just hoped they kept that friendship when you all went back to Hogwarts. 

You woke up early, as well as everyone else to get a head start on shopping, everyone was in a cheerful mood besides you. You stayed up finishing any work given to you over the summer, as you quickly forgot about it when Draco moved in. You also did some of Harry’s work after you lost a bet to him early on in the summer. 

“Good morning sunshine.” Lily said, as you sat down. You let out a groan and filled up your plate with food. 

“Did you sleep?” Draco asked, whispering into you ear. You glared at him for a second and shook your head no. Just then, Harry comes down to the kitchen and sits down at the table, letting a very loud yawn while extending his arms outwards. 

“Good morning everyone.” Harry said, rather cheerfully. Your eyes were fixed on him as he placed food onto his plate. Looking up, he gave you an innocent smile, not budging with your killer glare. 

You ate your breakfast silently, your mind being too tired to process words. Once everyone finished, Harry and Draco were set to clean up and you took that opportunity to lay on the couch while your parents finished getting ready. 

However, what you thought would be a peaceful rest soon escalated to yells coming from the kitchen. 

“Draco you idiot, you don’t put normal dish soap into the dishwasher!” You heard Harry yell out. You sighed and turned on your side, hoping to block out his yells. 

“I’m not an idiot, I’ve never used one of these bloody things before,” You heard the dishwasher slam shut, “You’re the idiot for not telling me!” Draco yelled back. You flipped onto your other side, growing frustrated. 

More bickering had ensured between the two, you sat up and rubbed your eyes angrily, all you wanted was some damn sleep, was that so hard to get? Hearing your parents footsteps enter the living room, you stood up from the comfortable couch and dragged your feet to the fireplace. 

“Draco why are your clothes wet?” James asked, Draco simply pointed to Harry who was sporting dry clothes. James gave Harry a stern look while Lily dried Draco with a spell. 

Harry raised his hands up in protest, “In my defense, Draco asked what to use to dry the dishes and I told him to use his shirt, as a joke,” he said, emphasizing his last words, “I didn’t think he’d take me seriously.” You giggled a bit, Draco was still a bit clueless when it came to do things the ‘muggle way’. 

James merely shook his head and formed a line behind the fireplace, “Alright Y/n darling, you first.” He said. You nodded and entered, speaking the words ‘Diagon Alley’ as you threw floo powder. The others soon joined, one by one. 

Once everyone was together and made sure Harry didn’t mispronounce the words, you started making your way around through the crowded streets. Draco took your hand in his, being as this was your first time out in the wizarding world together, you now can show small gestures of your relationship to the public. 

Lily pulled out the list she made of all things everyone needed, “We should start by getting your textbooks and then from there go t— James!” Lily exclaimed, turning to face your dad, “We are not going to get new quidditch equipment, the kids don’t need new things and when did you add this?” 

“Not for them, for me.” James said, ignoring Lily’s questioned. Lily simply shook her head and lead everyone to Flourish and Blotts. 

You smiled lightly as you entered the shop, the smells of books always made you happy and sent you to a calm space. Most likely something you adapted from your uncle Remus. Still holding onto Draco, the two of you made your way around the shop squeezing your way through the growing crowd and getting all the textbooks you’ll be needing for the school year. 

“What classes are you excited for Draco?” You asked, running your hands on a books spine. 

“Potions no doubt and maybe helping Madame Pomfrey in the hospital wing, I think that will really help me become a decent healer.” He answered. 

You smiled at his words, “You’ll make a fantastic healer Draco.” You placed a kiss on his cheek and found your parents and Harry preparing to pay. 

Once James managed to convince Lily, the five of you entered Quality Quidditch Supplies. A group of people were surrounded around this years new broomstick, your dad and Harry, along with Draco, joined those people. You walked around the shop with your mom and looked around, you were in no need of a new broom, you would forever be thankful for your uncle Sirius in gifting you the Firebolt for your thirteen birthday. 

Lily and you quickly left the shop once it started getting more full of people. You quickly spotted the boys and a very happy James who was holding a new Quidditch set, you heard Lily let out a sigh. 

“Did you really need another set, James?” She asked once James reached the two of you. 

“I tried stopping him mum, I really did.” Harry spoke in a non convincing tone, he most likely encouraged James. Draco raised his arms in defense and grabbed ahold of your hand. 

The five of you finished up your shopping and decided to end the day by eating dinner at a restaurant in London. Making your way out of Diagon Alley, you felt Draco freeze beside you and noticed his gaze was fixed on something. Following his eyes, you saw his parents who were standing outside a shop, not yet noticing the Potter family. 

Draco hasn’t spoken/seen his parents since the incident. Lucius and Narcissa knew he was now living with you and although your parents haven’t spoken directly to them to gain full custody of Draco, it was pretty clear that the Malfoy couple weren’t going to object to it. You looked over to your parents who were too engrossed in a shops window, Harry as well. 

Lucius and Narcissa must have noticed their son and were now making their way towards Draco and you. You squeezed Draco’s hand in reassurance, you felt him give a light squeeze back. 

Standing now in front of you, Lucius full stare was on Draco while Narcissa stared at you with cold eyes, feeling a sort of jealousy for taking her son away. 

“Draco.” Lucius spoke with a stern tone, “fancy seeing you here.” 

“Likewise, Father.” Draco replied sternly. 

“Didn’t expect you to fully commit into living with those people,” Lucius said in a disgusted tone, not caring if you were listening he continued to speak, “Thought by now you’d be done with the Potter girl and come back home, where you belong.”

Before Draco or you could respond to Lucius rather rude comment, you felt your parents presence next to yours. Lily wrapped her arm around yours in a protective manner and glared back at Narcissa, already entering momma bear mode. 

James now stood in front of Lucius, you knew your parents heard his disrespectful comment towards your family and James nor Lily were about to let it slide. 

“I’m sure Draco enjoys living with us and spending time with my daughter perfectly well,” James spoke up, “there was no need for your rude words, especially towards my daughter.” 

Lucius eyes shifted from Draco to James, “I simply want my son to return home, his mother and I both miss him dearly.” Both James and Draco scoffed at his words. 

“If you two missed me so much then why didn’t you send a letter or rather yet, treated me better when I did live with you?” Draco questioned. 

“Draco we just want you back home and back with us, you can even continue to see the Potter girl.” Narcissa said desperately. 

Lily scoffed and shook her head, “My daughter has a name you know and it’s Y/n.” Lily said, growing angry. 

Draco ignored his mothers words letting James place a hand on his shoulder and speak once more, “You let Draco decide his choice the minute you raised your hand at him, Lucius. Draco is much of a son to me as Harry is and I will continue to treat him like one until the day I die. You lost that privilege, so don’t ever try to take my son away from me. I’m sure the ministry would love to hear more about this, does Wednesday work for you?” Lucius scowl grew larger by every word James spoke and let out a ‘very well’. 

“That settles it then,” James turned to face Draco, “how does eating a muggle restaurant sound? I’m sure Lily knows a perfect one.” 

“That sounds great.” Draco replied and took your hand in his and began walking away, Harry following the two of you. 

“It was awful seeing you here, Lucius. I’ll set up a meeting for Wednesday.” James wrapped his arm around Lily and walked off following his kids. 

“Did you really mean what you said?” Lily asked him. 

“Of course I did, Draco deserves to feel loved and we will do that until the very end.” Lily smiled at his words and nodded. 

“You know James, you’re kind of hot when you get all mad and a turn into an overprotective dad.” 

James smirked, “Kind of? Don’t you mean very.” 

“Sure James, sure.” James leaned down to kiss Lily, soon gags were heard from ahead of them. 

“Can you guys stop snogging and hurry up?!” You yelled out, “My stomach keeps get growling!” 

Lily sighed and laughed, “Coming!” She yelled back. 

“Oh that’s definitely something you’ll be saying tonight.” James whispered into her ear, “OW!” 

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[thebadgerclan]

Captivity

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: His worst nightmare was coming true...

A/N: Set during the Deathly Hallows

I really enjoyed working on this, it might be one of my favorite things I’ve written 

His worst nightmare was playing out before his eyes.  In Severus’ hands was a photograph of you, his beloved wife, arms bound behind you, clothes dirty and torn, and eyes petrified.  The photo came in a letter that was on his nightstand this morning.  Severus, I may be old, but I am not stupid.  I know that you have been giving information to Dumbledore’s Order, I know that you have been acting as a double agent, and I know that you plan to continue to do so.  This cannot continue.  But rather than kill you, as I would so love to do, I have done something that I believe will be far more effective.

Your darling Y/N, the filthy mudblood that she is, is now under the careful watch of Bellatrix.  She has tried to escape only twice, the first time I took her wand, and the second  I gave her that lovely bruise you’ll see in the photograph I’ve enclosed.  Now, Severus, I give you a simple choice: You swear your allegiance to me, and your wife will be spared.  Refuse, and I kill her.  I expect you at the Manor at 8 o’clock exactly this coming Wednesday.  If you do not appear before me, Y/N’s head will be the next parcel you receive from me.

He gave himself only 10 minutes to break down, screaming and sobbing at the top of his lungs.  You were with Voldemort, you were essentially a prisoner.  He would kill you if Severus stepped out if line again, this was certain.  When the 10 minutes was up, Severus got to his feet, washed his face, and stood up straight.  Tomorrow, he would appear before Voldemort tomorrow, and he would do what he had to do.  He would renounce Dumbledore and swear his allegiance to the Dark Lord.

***

Severus had done this hundreds of times, but tonight, his heart was in his throat.  As he always did, he bowed deeply before Voldemort, kissing the hem of his robes.  “Rise, my friend,” the Dark Lord hissed, and Severus obeyed.  “I must confess, I was fearful I would not see you here tonight.”  “No, My Lord,” he said, preparing to grovel.  “I have made a grievous error, My Lord, and I cannot express my sorrow enough.  I swear to you tonight that I renounce Dumbledore, his Order, and everything they stand for.  I am your loyal servant, My Lord, until I die.”

Voldemort stood, and Severus fought the urge to shy away.  “There is something else you wish to add.  Say it.”  He breathed deeply.  “My Lord, if I may, I have a few conditions pertaining to my wife.”  Voldemort barked with laughter, and Severus braced for the Cruciatus.  “Ahh, Severus, Ever the romantic.  Fine, tell me what it is you wish.”  “I ask that Y/N is not harmed.  She has done nothing and does not deserve to be treated with cruelty.  And, if it is at all possible, may I see her?”

Silence met him, and he once more braced for pain.  But Voldemort touched Severus’ shoulder, surprisingly tender.  “Severus, my friend, I have always held you in such high regard.  If it were anyone else, they would be dead for simply asking.  But, I truly believe that you are loyal.  Wormtail, fetch her.”  The mouse of a man scampered out of the room, and Severus sighed in relief.  “Thank you, My Lord, you are most generous and kind.”

Moments later, Wormtail returned with you stumbling behind him.  You were thinner than Severus had last seen, though it had only been days, there were bags under your eyes and your hair was tangled.  You looked around the room fearfully, and Severus’ heart shattered.  “S-Severus?”  You made to run to him, but you cried out and fell to the floor.  “We have discussed this, Y/N,” Voldemort chided, his wand still pointed at you.  “I apologize, My Lord.”  “Very well.  Now, Severus, you see your wife is unharmed and well.  However, she will not be released back to you.”

“My Lord?”  “Oh honestly, Severus.  You couldn’t have thought I would cave so easily.  No, she will remain here until the war is over or your loyalties have been truly proven.”  He wanted to scream, to fight for you, but he knew that Voldemort could kill him with a mere thought, so he bowed.  “Of course, My Lord.”  Voldemort snapped his fingers at Wormtail.  “Take her.”  Wormtail grabbed your arms and began dragging you from the room.  “Severus!” you screamed, fighting with every ounce of your strength.  “Severus, please!  Severus!”  His heart shattered more than it already was.  He wanted to run after you, to hold you close and tell you it would be alright.  But he couldn’t.

***

Weeks passed.  Every day was the same.  Severus would terrorize the students and worship the Dark Lord by day, and cry himself to sleep, clutching a picture of you by night.  His life was hell, and the worst part was there was no way out of it.  If Seveus tried to help you escape, Voldemort would kill you.  If he asked the Order for help, Voldemort would kill you.  There was no feasible option that didn’t result in yours or Severus’ death.  So he went through the motions, numb to any emotion except pain.  

The best days, oddly enough, were those when he was Called.  On those days, Severus was gifted a glimpse of you.  A few moments to look at you, to reassure himself that you were alive.  Not quite healthy, but alive.  Severus was forbidden to speak to you, but seeing you was enough; barely enough to satiate his starvation for you, but it was something.  It seemed Voldemort was treating you well enough: there were no visible bruises or wounds, and you seemed well fed.  Severus could only hope that was true.

Then, a month after you’d been taken, the world flipped upside down.  Potter was at Hogwarts, and Voldemort arrived soon after.  The castle was in ruins, flames licking at the tallest towers.  When Severus saw Voldemort’s body, his first thought was of you.  You were alive, he was certain, Voldemort would have taunted him if he’d have killed you.  The composure that Severus had held for the past month snapped, and he took off running.

“Y/N!” he screamed as he ran over the grounds.  “Y/N!  Y/N, where are you?  Y/N, please!  I’m here!  Y/N!”  He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, in and out of the crumbling castle, around the lake, and finally, he reached the boat house.  “Y/N,” he breathed.  There you were, curled in on yourself, rocking back and forth.  You startled upon hearing his voice, looking at Severus with wide, fearful eyes.

“You’re not real,” was the first thing you said, the first words he’d heard you say in a month.  “This isn’t real.  No, no, no…”  Severus moved slowly, keeping his hands in your view.  Though Voldemort said he was treating you well, Severus wasn’t entirely convinced that was true.  He crouched before you, inches from you.  “Y/N, my love, look at me.”  You did, eyes wide.  “This is real, Voldemort is dead, the war is over, and I am here.  Can you repeat that back to me.”

You shook your head, eyes squeezed shut.  “Can you give me your hand, love?”  To his surprise, you did.  Perhaps you were so desperate to believe he was really there.  Severus gently took your hand and pressed it to his chest.  Feeling his heartbeat, your expression softened into one of realization and slight shock.  “Severus?”  “Yes, my darling, I’m here.  Now, can you repeat after me: This is real, Voldemort is dead, the war is over, and I am here?”

“This is real,” you began, speaking slowly.  “V-Voldemort is dead, the war is over, and you are here.”  “Good,” Severus praised, kissing your hand.  “Good, Y/N.”  Tears were forming, or rather, the tears that were there when he found you began to spill.  Severus wanted so badly to reach out and hold you, but he was unsure if you wanted or were ready for that.  “Can I touch you, Y/N?”  You didn’t answer, you flung yourself into his lap, burying your face in his chest and sobbing.

Severus wrapped his arms tightly around you, rocking you back and forth gently.  “Shhh, I’ve got you, I’m right here, Y/N.  You’re safe now, love, I’m here.”  You cried for a long time, tears soaking his shirt, before lifting your face.  “I was so afraid,” you began.  “That I’d never see you again.  That they’d kill me, or kill you, or both.  That they’d torture me.  B-Bellatrix, she-”  You broke off, swallowing more tears.  “She never left me alone.  She was always with me, taunting me.”

Severus smoothed your hair, kissing your forehead.  “She’s dead too,” he said, needing to reassure you.  “Molly killed her.  She’s dead and she’ll never hurt you again.”  Severus held you for another few moments before he spoke.  “We need to get you to Madam Pomfrey, Y/N.”  He got to his feet, and you held onto his even tighter.  “It’s alright, I’m not going anywhere.  We’re going to see Madam Pomfrey, that’s it.”

The sun was peeking over the horizon, a new dawn rising in more ways than one.  The matron was set up in the Great Hall, and on your way there, you caught a glimpse of Voldemort’s corpse, a few crows already hanging around.  “Yes,” Severus said before you could ask.  “He is dead.  This is real, Y/N.  No one can hurt you any more.”  When Severus laid you down on a cot, you gripped his hand so tightly it hurt.  “Please don’t go,” you said.  Severus sat on the floor next to your cot, kissing your forehead.  “I’m right here, love.”

Madam Pomfrey examined you, deeming that you physically well enough, but that the month spent in Voldemort’s captivity had done damage to your mental health.  She gave Severus some tips on how to help a loved one with trauma and recommended a mind-healer before moving on to other patients.  Severus moved onto the cot and pulled you back into his lap, gently turning your face to his.

“Can I kiss you?”  You nodded, and when you spoke, your words were shaky.  “Please.”  Severus leaned forward, lips soft and gentle against yours.  His hand came to rest on your neck, his arm wound around your middle.  “I love you,” he said against your lips.  “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so much, Y/N.  I’m so sorry that this happened, and I promise I will never let anything happen to you ever again.  I will protect you, my love.”  “I love you too, Sev.  I love you more than anything.”  As the sun rose, you stayed in Severus’ arms, never wanting to leave them again.  And you knew, deep in your heart, that you never had to, that you were safe now, that Severus would keep you safe.  Forever.

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Request: Can you write something where George has vertigo because of his ear injury and try’s playing it off as not a big deal but as his gets older it starts to get more severe with the dizziness, nausea, headaches and lost of balance to point where he brakes down to his wife about it because healers can’t help him and she’s comforts him and try’s to convince him to see a muggle doctor. His wife is always there for him.

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I was a bit unsure of this, that my writing wouldn’t be very good while writing something like this, but I’m quite happy with how it turned out. And I hope you are too, Anon !

ALSO I KNOW THE GIF IS WEIRD BUT IDK I CAN’T HELP IT.

Note: I’m not going to lie, I’ve been a wee bit stressed. If you didn’t know, I’m currently in Norway and babysitting two kids. It makes it hard for me to find to to write, but I’m going home on Wednesday so then I can write more often and get through my requests quicker. I’ve got quite a few so I’ve been a little bit---- stressed. lol, but it’s fine and I love to write, so I’m happy ya’ll are requesting. Love you.

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Warnings: None, really.

Pairing: George Weasley x reader.

Words: 1.1 k

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It had started slowly. Not long after George lost his ear, he complained that he was leaning to the right unconsciously. At first, he didn't say much about it. But after a while, it started to get on his nerves. You and George had gone to a healer but was told that it would eventually get better and that his ear injury was so fresh that symptoms were bound to show up. 

After about seven months after he lost his ear, he was still leaning unconsciously to his right. It had gotten a tad better, but he was still being troubled by it. You two had been patient and waited for it to pass, but after he had to sit down several times at a family gathering due to dizziness, you decided to go back and visit the healer once again.

A year later, and he was still feeling dizzy. But now he was trying to play it off like it didn't bother him. You sensed that it was because he didn't want to be a burden and spend time on him being ill. It hurt you to watch him tell you to back off and let him be. He was obviously in pain.

One and a half year passed, and it had suddenly gotten better with the tilting, he could stand up straight and walk without drifting to his right. He looked happier that he could be more independent. But his dizziness was still around and would tumble upon him like a thunder cloud out of nowhere, making it impossible to help him before it happens.

After two years of not having a left ear, he started to sweat profusely. That seemed to annoy him more than the dizziness. You tried to encourage him to visit a muggle 'doctor'. But he had declined the offer and said,

"I don't want to visit a fucking muggle healer, Y/N!"

Two months after trying to convince him to visit a doctor, it just got worse. His balance was out of touch and he had problems to focus on his destination. It pained him, he told you he felt like a child. That he wanted to go back to normal, that he needed to be able to be his usual self again.

And now, while you were waving your wand to clean the dishes you heard a loud thud come from your bedroom. Someone crashed against the floor and sounded like it broke in several pieces. An eerie silence followed where you just stared at the direction of your bedroom, your body not yet comprehending what just happened. But a loud cry of agony broke your frozen body and you immediately dropped your wand and bolted to the door. The door was ajar and you could see two feet on the ground, surrounded by white glass. 

"George!" You pushed open the door and looked at your lover lying on his stomach on the floor, his body shaking from sobbing. You helped him to a sitting position, scanned his body to make sure he hadn't hurt himself on the glass while tripping. "George, honey, are you okay?"

He refused to look you in the eyes, tears streaming quickly down his freckled cheeks. George lifted his hand to wipe a tear away but left a bloody trail along his cheek.

"You're bleeding." Trying to stay calm, you grabbed his hand and inspected the damage. It was a long gash along his palm, stretching from his thumb to his pinky. It wasn't very deep so you could easily fix it with your wand. "Hang on, let me grab my wand." You said as you ran back to the kitchen, and grabbed a cloth while you were there.

Entering the bedroom again, you first cleaned of the shards of glass that were splattered around the floor. "Reparo." It repaired itself and took the shape of a tall and thin vase. You then focused on George, sitting against the wall, heaving breaths, trying to calm himself down. You tried not to cry yourself, but it was hard to look at him so fragile on the floor and try to keep the tears at bay.

You grabbed his hand and ran the cloth over first, cleaning up the blood that had spilt over. He winced but didn't object. When you had a clear sighting of the wound, you grabbed your wand and made swift movements over his palm, muttering under your breath. The gash slowly but surely closed, leaving just a red, thin line across his palm.

George was still crying, his left cheek stained with blood. You folded the cloth to get a clean side and softly removed the almost dried up blood. 

Now you could have a good look at him. He looked broken. 

"George -"

"I don't know." He whispered, barely audible.

"Huh?" You said softly.

"I don't know what to do anymore, Y/N." 

It was getting harder to control your tears, they were forcing their way through and eventually escaped, rolling down your cheek. 

Kneeling in front of him, you ran a hand tenderly over his tear-stained cheek. He overlapped your hand with his own, pressing his firmly against yours. He sobbed and looked at you, looking as if he was begging.

"I need help. I can't do this any longer."

You cried but didn't wipe your tears away. You didn't know if they were there because you were hurt by seeing your lover on the floor, or if it was because you were relieved he wanted to seek help. You had waited for this moment for a long time.

So you put your other hand on his right cheek and directed his gaze to yours. "I'll help you. I'll help you every step of the way." You promised. "But a healer won't be enough."

George bowed his head, a tear landing in his lap. "I know."

Kissing his forehead, you breathed in his scent. He was finally letting you fully help him. 

"Let's have a bath, yeah? I got a little bloody." You showed him your hands that were covered in drying blood. 

He smiled weakly, but you were still happy to see him smile overall. "Yeah, that sounds delightful."

Standing up, you helped him up to his feet and wandered out to the bathroom where you put the water on. The bathtub filled up with hot, steamy water. 

You undressed, along with George. You got in first, enjoying the hot water soaking your skin. George then gingerly stepped in, who sat down in front of you, leaning his back against your chest. After a minute or two he finally relaxed completely and slid down an inch or two, until his head was resting on your chest. He was playing with your hands, sometimes running his fingers over the ring on your ring finger, fiddling with the diamond ring there.

"I love you." He breathed, planting a kiss on the back of your hand.

You smiled. "I love you too."

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