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For once, I thought it was me.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Soulmate au where you can hear the songs your soulmate is listening to. Fred asks your best friend—Angelina—to the ball thinking she's his soulmate.

use of y/n

Warnings: Angst and just a lil' fluff

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part one / part two coming soon

A/N: of course the first thing I write is a soulmate au 😭—it's fine and I hope you like it.

"Angelina!" Y/n calls, running over to the Gryffindor table—almost tripping over her feet before placing a hand on Angelina's shoulder.

"Yes?" Angelina looked up from her conversation with the Weasley twins and smiled at her best friend. The Great Hall was bustling with noise.

Y/n panted, catching her breath as she fixed her hair. "Sorry—I just—I ran—oh god I'm dying—" Y/n tried to catch her breath before waving her hand at the twins. "Give me a second—continue your conversation..."

Angelina chuckled before turning back to George and Fred. "This is my friend, Y/n." Angelina introduced. "She's in Hufflepuff so I doubt you would've met her."

Y/n waved, stealing some of Angelina's water.

"Why haven't you invited her to some of our parties?" George asked, batting his eyes. "It would've been nice, seeing a pretty face more often."

Angelina rolled her eyes at the flirt, making space next to her for Y/n. "Yeah, I've asked her but she's not a huge fan of social events." She explained. "It's a miracle she's even in the Great Hall—why aren't you with Willow?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out after Divination. Turns out my detention with Professor Sprout is cancelled!" The Hufflepuff said happily, still a bit red from George's flattering.

"Hell yeah!" Angelina cheered. "I told you she loves you."

Y/n smiled. "Yeah but turning her favorite plant into a pair of heels is pushing the line."

Fred cackled. "Y/n, You did what?!"

In her head, a symphony sounded. Him just saying her name sounded like an orchestra.

Pops of warmths fidgeted around her. She had always had a crush on the Weasley, and she never really knew when it happened. She hasn't told a soul and she never would. It was just— he always seemed so happy. She had made him happy, she made him laugh.

Y/n beamed as she explained how she had gotten too caught up with her conversation with Angelina about what shoes to wear for the Yule Ball, she had completely forgotten about the spell she was casting.

"Little Chéri's a troublemaker huh?" Fred teased, scrunching up his nose.

"Chéri?!" Angelina cackled—not a fan of pet names in the slightest.

George grumbled. "Fred has been learning French so he can impress girls."

Y/n laughed, taking a sip of Angelina's water again. "I think it's cute." She bit the tip of her thumbs, an old habit of hers.

"Ever the hopeless romantic, Y/n." Angelina commented, stealing her drink back.

The four engaged in conversation until a Slytherin tapped on Y/n's shoulder. "Uh—Y/n, I think I have a fitting right now." She said awkwardly, getting glares from the Gryffindors.

"Oh!" Y/n shot up, grabbing the last strawberry off of Angelina's plate before grabbing Angelina's pen—sticking it behind her ear—and running off, dragging the Slytherin with her.

"Hey!" Angelina protested, grumbling as she bit into her toast.

"What was that about?" Fred asked, battling Ron for the last corndog.

"Huh? Oh—Y/n and I are helping organise the Ball." Angelina explained, not seeing how Fred watched her run her fingers through her hair as she grabbed another pen to do her Potions Homework. "She's helping make and tailor people's outfits."

"Y/n?" Hermione clarified, popping into the conversation. "She's ridiculously talented, she made the dress I'm wearing!"

"She made adjustments on mine!" Angelina looked at Hermione. "I didn't like how bland my dress was, so she helped bedazzled it."

"Do you think she can fix Fred's dress?" George asked, earning a punch from Fred. "Ow! No seriously though, his tie is all wonky and his pants go way past his feet. Poor bloke's gonna trip!"

Angelina laughed, packing her stuff away and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Find out yourself! I have to go check up on the Frog Choir."

Just a couple minutes later, Fred heard oddly croaky choruses from his soulmate.

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Fred was trying to go the sleep that night, but all he could hear was stupid music.

When he couldn't decipher whether he was hearing it through his soulmate or if he was hearing it in the common room, he shoved his slippers on and slowly went down stairs.

As he peeked his head around the corner, he saw Angelina dancing with somebody—a CD player in the background as they laughed.

It was the same music playing in his head...Is Angelina—actually his soulmate?

He watched Angelina dance with her friend, practicing their dance for the ball before slowly going back upstairs.

Y/n and Angelina fell the floor in a heap, almost crying of laughter as Angelina stepped on Y/n's foot and then went crashing to the floor.

"So, are you planning on asking your mystery crush to the ball?" Angelina asked, rolling onto her stomach and popping the CD out.

Angelina didn't have a clue about her crush on one of the Weasley twins. Y/n refused to tell her, but she did give vague details about why she liked him so much.

"You think I have time for that?" Y/n questioned, brushing her hair. "Even if I did have the time to ask him, he's probably not even my soulmate."

"Who cares?" Angelina asked, exasperated.

Angelina was one of the people who couldn't hear music from their soulmate, it happened more than you'd think—about as common as dyslexia.

Angelina didn't give two fucks about whether the person she was dating was her soulmate, she tended to do whatever she wanted.

"Well—my soulmate is pretty cool too." Y/n protested.

"Well obviously!" Angelina retorted. "They has to be good enough for our Y/n"

"Oh stop it." Y/n laughed, throwing her hairbrush at Angelina. "I won't have time to ask someone and besides, I think he likes someone else." Y/n looked down, fiddling at the edge of her pink pyjamas.

"Your soulmate or your crush?"

"Maybe both!"

●●●

Fred woke up early today, mostly because he couldn't sleep. I mean, he just found his soulmate! This is the moment that everybody waits for, and it finally happened!

Fred was utterly in love with whoever his soulmate was. The two soulmates have sang duets with each other since they could talk—never making any action to try and find each other but Fred would be lying if he said he hadn't blasted music in his ears just to see if someone in the Great Hall would react.

His soulmate was constantly listening to music and singing songs, it comforted him whenever he heard it—especially since he's heard it since he was little.

And it was Angelina, a girl he was been trying not to crush on for ages.

Fred walked down the stairs, almost laughing when he saw Angelina.

Angelina and Y/n were completely passed out on the common room couches, paper sprawled out as they were doing a history of magic essay.

Fred shook Angelina awake. "Angie...Angie!"

Angelina fell off the bed. "What?"

Fred grinned. "I just thought you might wanna head to bed before the rest of the house wakes up."

Angelina rubbed her eyes before looking around—seeing essay papers, pens and her best friend, still sleeping as she sleepily held the tip of her thumb in her mouth and lulled herself asleep. "What time is it?"

"You have a little less than three hours before everybody else wakes up."

Angelina sighed, getting up and separating their papers and pens. "Hey, Fred?"

"Yeah?" He said hopefully.

"Can you do me a favour?"

Angelina handed him a messenger bag with little bows and gold chains decorating it, he took it without question as she continued.

"Do you think you could get Y/n to her common room? This is.. um This is the longest she's slept for a while and I don't know how to get into the Hufflepuff common room."

Fred thought for a moment—but who was he to deny his soulmate? After all, getting into the Hufflepuff dorms were easy—having learned the ins and outs of practically the whole school.

So Fred slung the bag across his shoulder and walked over to Y/n, still sleeping peacefully.

"Thank you!" Angelina grabbed her own supplies and started going up stairs. "You're the best!" She called. "I'll get you a tailoring with her today! Is dinner alright?"

Fred nodded, slowly picked Y/n up, putting her on the couch so he could give her a piggy back ride to her common room. "Hold on..."

Almost as if her sleeping body could hear it, Y/n's body tensed up, making it easier for Fred to carry.

So Fred walked out of the Gryffindor dormitories and started walking in the halls to go to the Hufflepuff common room.

The sun had barely risen, shining dull lights into the hallway and Fred felt Y/n shift in her sleep—ignoring how his skin fluttered as her breath rolled on top of it.

Fred almost stopped walking as Y/n shifted once more, making a small whimper, trying to pull her hand closer to her face.

"Chéri, if you move your hand, you're gonna fall—okay?" Fred said softly, adjusting his grip on her legs, making sure she wouldn't slip.

Y/n hummed in response, tucking her head on Fred's shoulder as he kept on walking.

Fred was halfway to the common room—walking slowly as to not wake up Y/n when he froze.

Having her thumb clasped between her fingers around Fred's chest, supporting her upper body weight—Fred felt her head twitching, needing something to soothe her to sleep.

Not wanting to have to explain the situation to the sleeping girl or disappoint Angelina—Fred adjusted the girl, now giving her a piggy-front, letting Y/n head sit comfortably against his neck.

Fred debated checking whether his face was on fire when the sleeping girl began to press little kisses on his neck, trying to substitute something for her thumb.

Fred continued walking, but why was he so flustered?

Maybe it’s his soulmate’s best friend.

What was her name again? Y/n?

Fred knocked on the Hufflepuff dorm door in the tune of Helga Hufflepuff. Before walking in and taking the stairs to the girl’s dormitory.

Trying not to feel awkward, he searched the dorm labels until he saw it.

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Girls Dorm #207

- Susan Bones

- Lia Diggory

- Y/n L/n

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Praising Merlin that she didn’t have too many roommates— He knocked on the door a few times, jumping up again to make sure Y/n didn’t slip.

"Hello?" A small voice asked, a very tired red head opened the door.

Fred gave an award smile. "I have a delivery?"

The girl smiled before letting him in and pointing at the empty bed and messed up desk.

Feed walked over, clutching on to Y/n as he quickly flipped the blanket open and tucked her instead. Y/n immediately latched onto the blankets.

Fred smiled before looking at her desk—tons of dress designs a long with tons of reminders everywhere when a certain one caught his eyes.

The Weasley Twins Inspired Dress

Curious, he picked up the sketch to see that she managed to make a confetti canon dress, inspired by that time he and George covered the Slytherin team in confetti right before a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff.

"I think you're cute together," Susan whispered bashfully, her cheeks pink.

"Oh no," her face fell when Fred denied it. "I already found my soulmate today."

"Oh I'm sorry." Susan apologised, combing her hair. "I just thought your h—never mind." She began to point at her neck before waving it off. "I assume you know how to take care of it?"

"Yeah! I'm planning on asking her to the yule ball!" Fred said, not having any idea what Susan was talking about.

"What? Ya know what—" Susan dug through her make up bag before grabbing Fred's arm and swatching some concealer shades. "You're lucky, you're my winter shade." Susan tossed Fred a concealer wand before shooing him out. "Bye!"

Holding onto the concealer, extremely confused, Fred walked back to him common room before going into the bathroom.

"Shit." Fred vocalised, realising why Susan Bones has thrown him concealer.

A light hickey lay on the side of his neck where Y/n had been.

Fred spent the next two hours trying to figure out how concealer worked.

He didn't understand it—instead opting for a scarf instead to cover up the blotchy disaster he created on his neck.

●●●

Y/n genuinely didn't question why she woke up in her bed and more concerned on her planner—you could see her running up and down the halls all day.

"Professor Moody, may I borrow Ron Weasley please?"

Ron showed her his suit for the ball. "Never mind, you're beyond help. Professor Moody, you can have him back." Y/n said, scribbling something out in her planner.

Taking the stairs, Y/n just started walking—flipping to the back of her planner to edit some sketches and ideas for dresses—not noticing the stair cases changing directions.

Walking up and down and sideways along the halls, Y/n kept walking until she bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" She said automatically only to be shushed by two voices. "Huh—?"

""SHH!" Y/n looked at the two Weasley twins.

"Why?" She asked, looking around to see nobody.

"I don' know," Fred admitted.

"We're skipping, so I assume we have to be quiet." George finished.

The Hufflepuff scoffed. "I'm not skipping. I did all my work in advance so I could focus of the dress making." She looked down at the planner. "And on that note—you have a appointment with me in two minutes. We can't be late!"

"Does that mean you have the answers?" Fred asked as he got dragged away.

"We can discuss answers after we're on time for our session."

"If it's our appointment, how can we be late?"

Y/n sighed, shaking her head. “It’s fine we’re almost there, Willow’s gonna be upset.”

“Who?”

Y/n dragged Fred near a tree where a small desk, mannequins and color swatches were, Y/n thrust Fred upon a little platform until tree branches began to swing around chaotically.

“Willow! Calm down! This isn’t Ron! This is a different Weasley!” Y/n started yelling.

“Willow? As in the Whomping Willow?!”

“Stop moving!” Y/n snapped, petting the branches. “Willow didn’t like it when your brother nearly killed her with a car. I think she has like— Weasley trauma.”

Fred cackled. “Weasley trauma?” A tree branch slapped the back of his head. “Hey!”

“She’s very sensitive.” Y/n defended. “Speaking of Ron, please tell me your suit isn’t as hideous.”

“Don’t worry— I just have a normal suit… I wasn’t sure if I should’ve brought it so I just wore it—”

“That’s perfect. Mind shrugging off the jacket and scarf?”

Nervously, Fred took off the scarf and jacket, revealing the concealer mess on his neck.

“Oh sweetie, what the hell happened to your neck!” Y/n cooed. "Goodness, let me help you. You're gonna break out... Accio makeup kit!"

"I have every shade under the sun, I'm helping people with their makeup too." Y/n waved her hand down. "Get down, off." Y/n stepped onto the platform as Fred stepped off, facing Y/n.

Y/n took a makeup wipe and cleaned up the spot before taking out a whisk and spinning it on the hickey.

"When did you learn how to hide hickey? Does that even work?" Fred asked, watching the metal kitchen utensil.

"Oh hush, it's common knowledge." Y/n pushed his face away, continuing to whisk. "It helps the blood disperse. Next time, put ice on it before it bruises."

Shade matching and blending it in, Y/n hoped Fred couldn't hear her heart beating out of her chest as she finished hiding the red mark. "See? Like it never even happened."

Willow presented a mirror for Fred to see for himself, thank god because that scarf was very itchy.

"Now, how much are we thinking off the tie?" Y/n held up a tape measure and a sharpie, tucking the sharpie behind her ear. "It supposed to be around your belt buckle...Do you feel comfortable with it over here?"

Fred nodded, looking at her in the mirror more than him. Why hadn't he seen her more often? Has she been friends with Angelina for a long time?

"Lovely...okay do you mind if I take this?" Y/n took the colorful tie off Fred and held it up to Willow." Willow, this is Fred's tie." Willow held onto the tie.

"Okay just one second..." Y/n brought out a sheet of brown fabric and a sheet of black fabric and hopped onto the platform with him. She pulled the black one around half of his chest and the brown one around the other half.

"Okay so I think the brown is more flattering on you, I feel like you look paler with the black one—Hey!"

Fred's head started tilting to one side as he imagined Angelina and her hanging out—still in disbelief he had actually found his soulmate.

Y/n grabbed his jaw and moved it so that it faced her. "Sorry, I just need to see—" Y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused as Fred pointed at something in the distance behind her.

Y/n looked behind her only for her jaw to pulled back and facing Fred, pulling the same move she had accidentally done to him. "Touché," She smiled—desperately hoping she wasn't blushing.

"How long have you friends with Angelina?" Fred asked, snapping Y/n out of her mental freakout.

"Oh—uh, since first year. We met on the train." Y/n cast a spell to turn Fred's suit brown. "Yeah that looks better—you looked like you were going to a funeral."

“Then why do I never see you guys hang out?”

Y/n thinks before answering. “I like to keep myself busy, that or I just eat in the kitchen.”

“Why not hang out with Angelina?”

“Uh- Well Alicia and I don’t really get along so I don’t want to make it weird for Angelina. Besides, most of the time Angelina hangs out with me in the kitchen.”

So that’s why Fred never sees Angelina in the Great hall. “Why the kitchen?��

“Because the house elves love me.” Y/n smiled, writing her to do list. “Besides, I like baking.”

Fred stepped off the platform and watched Y/n write. “Do you bake any of the food in the Great Hall?”

“The brownies, but sometimes I also cook the ribs but I like baking more than cooking.”

Fred loves the brownies, he eats them every time they show up on the table.

“Speaking of food… It’s dinner, you better hurry before all the seats are taken.” Y/n starting putting things away and getting out a dress presumingly belonging to her next appointment.

Fred stepped off the small platform, checking his covered hickey once more before starting to turn around. "You aren't going to dinner?"

"Maybe later." She responded quickly, casting a spell on the dress. "Not hungry. " She said briefly. "You can pick up your tie by like tomorrow."

"Alright then, I'll see you around?"

"Sure. Angelina! Can you grab that?" A piece of fabric swirled away in the wind near an approaching Angelina.

Fred walked away, happy with his day and his fitting appointment.

(A/N lmao I have nooooo idea how to end these. Part two could be ready tomorrow or in 3 months, we'll see.)

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Dead Girl's Wish Oneshot

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Summary: Ever since you were little—you were different. So was Remus. You went to therapy together and you were perfect....He asked to marry you...Happily Ever After is dead

Flashbacks are in italics

Warning: Lots of Angst and Lots of Blood

No use of Y/n

Word Count: 1.9k

Your boyfriend, Remus said he had a surprise for you. He wanted to hang out in the gardens of Hogwarts.

You had a surprise for him too—just not a good one.

As you walked towards the Greenhouse—tears already building up in your eyes...you remembered why this had to happen in the first place.

You two met in therapy when you were eight.

***

“We thought it would be better if you had someone similar around you—it would be easier for you to progress.” Miss Kempe, the therapist explained. 

Little Remus rocked on his feet. “There’s another werewolf?” He asked excitedly, nibbling on a bar of chocolate. 

“Well…no but…you’ll see.” Miss Kempe stood up and opened the door. “C’mon sweetie, you can come in.” 

Slowly, a pale little girl trudged into the room. She was clutching onto her oversized cardigan for dear life as her long hair hid her face. Her dirty white sneakers entered the room and sat on the chair near Remus. 

“Okay—how about you two get to know each other while I talk to your parents?” She closed the door. 

“Hello!” Remus waved. 

“Hi…” She said back. “What’s your name?” She asked quietly. 

“I’m Remus! What’s yours?” 

You two introduced yourselves to each other for a while—getting to know each other a bit. 

“Can I see your face?” Remus inquired. 

But the little girl backed away a bit. “I don’t think you want to. It’s scary.” She warned. 

“People think my face is scary.” Remus insisted. “It’s because I have a scar—do you have a scar?”

“No—and your face isn’t scary.” The little girl said before turning away bashfully. “Your face is pretty.” 

“Please?” 

In a moment of confidence, the little girl tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at Remus nervously. 

Her skin was practically translucent, and around her diluted red eyes you could see colorful veins decorating her eyelids and cheeks. 

“I think you’re pretty.” Remis grinned. 

“Really?” She asked. “How’d you get that scar?” 

Remus scootched his chair closer. “Don’t tell anyone…but I’m a werewolf.” 

She gasped. “Really? Like you can turn into a wolf?” 

Remus nodded. “It hurts alot but I can! Once every months at a full moon!” He recited. 

She also looked around. “I have a secret too. I’m half zombie.” 

Remus’s eyes widened. “I never heard of that!”

“Nobody has! The doctors don’t know either. That's why I look like this.” She explained. 

“Does it hurt?”

The two kids spent 5 hours chatting about their ailments and other things and soon became best friends. 

The parents and Miss Kempe watched them from outside the door. “I think this arrangement will work nicely.” 

***

You weren't sure if that qualified as a meet-cute but either way—your love story had to come to an end.

After all, he didn't deserve you. How could he? Look at yourself.

***

Today was a particularly rough session where they were encouraged to talk about their biggest insecurity with each other while Miss Kempe was out of the room. 

The two tweens sat in silence. 

“I wish I looked like the girls in the magazines.” You blurted, staring at the pile of newspapers and magazines on the table. 

Remus nodded before looking down. “I wish I wasn’t dangerous.” 

You laughed. “Well clearly I’m an asshole.” You scoffed at yourself. “I’m only worried about myself for cosmetic reasons.” You picked at your nails, the conversation pitted again. 

This time, Remus started it. “I think I fear it because it means that nobody deserves to love me.” 

Your head shot back up. “Same…I would feel bad for the person who loved me.”

“Maybe we deserve each other.” Remus laughed and the two 11 year olds laughed off their pain. 

“You deserve someone a lot better than me.” You concluded—grabbing a caramel from the candy bowl. 

“Likewise.” Remus replied—sending them both into another fit of sad laughter. “Well then…” He grabbed one of the ring pops from the candy bowl. “Will you marry me?”

You laughed, taking another ring pop from the bowl. “Only if you marry me!” 

“Wonderful!” 

You spent the rest of the lesson talking about what Hogwarts would be like and eating enough candy to feed a village. 

***

But that isn't how today was going to end. You refuse to laugh this off and eat candy until you had a stomach ache—you were going to face this like a big girl.

You remembered how Remus asked you out two years ago.

You were at the Great Hall for dinner. Remus had been repetitively proposing his hand in marriage to you—each time you said no and that he deserved someone better than her.

***

Ignoring all the stares you got from your grade mates, you sat down to eat when a fortune cookie appeared on your plate.

"Why don't you go see what it says?" Remus asked, nudging it closer to you.

"Oh god, what did you do?" You tried hiding your face and moving as far away as you could as you opened the cookie. Nothing happened so you sat comfortably again before reading the message inside.

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Will you marry me? — Remus J Lupin

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"No, Remus. You deserve somebody better than me." Came your usual response. "How did you even manage this?"

"Please?" He begged.

You laughed—grabbing some lasagna onto your plate. "No!"

"Even with an itty-bitty cherry on top?"

"You know I don't like cherries."

Remus pouted. "But that's why it's itty-bitty!" He protested. "Marry me?"

"No."

He slouched "Fine how about helping me study next Sunday for divination?"

"Sure." You grabbed out a pen to do your homework—ignoring the crushed up paper balls that people were throwing at you.

"Is 9 okay?"

"Sure." You responded once again, catching one of the flying paper balls and unrolling it so you could write your potions essay on it.

"Can you also help me pick out an outfit?"

"Sure." You started focusing on your essay.

"After can I take you on a date?"

"Sure." You hadn't even realised hat you agreed to for a moment. You shot your head up. "What?"

"Well you already said yes." Remus grinned, stealing a bite of your lasagna.

"You cheeky little—"

***

You two had continued going on more dates until you two finally kissed under the Mistletoe at Honeydukes. You returned to Hogwarts as a couple.

You really wished you could stay together. You made such good memories over the years and you really wished you could stay Highschool sweethearts once you graduated from Hogwarts in a few days but...you didn't want to condemn Remus to living a life with you.

Everyday, you woke up and checked how dead you looked that day. How green were you, how colorful were your veins, were your ribs decaying again?

Everyday you watches as girls fawned over Remus, flirting with him and you couldn't help but wonder how they could look so pretty.

It looked right—Remus with a pretty girl by his side and yet he felt obligated to be your girlfriend.

You didn't want to torment him like this.

So as you met each other in the greenhouse—you two made small talk for a while.

Helping water flowers, you told Remus how excited you were to spend more time with your newborn brother, Teddy.

Remus told you how excited he was to live a life beyond school. He told you how nervous he was to live his life when a war was going on.

"I'm just worried about you, ya know? I'm worried about everyone. Lily, you—all our muggleborn friends... That's kind of why I wanted to talk to you. Ya know, live life while we can." Remus shuffled his feet as he blushed.

You didn't see the blushing—instead you saw the worry and dread on his face. You realised how selfish you had been—spending so much of Remus's time where he would be safe and free—the time he should've spent with prettier, and smarter girls.

So you turned to him and told him you wanted to break up. Plain and simple. It wasn't him, it was you and you were sorry.

Without seeing his reaction—you ran out of the greenhouse and apperrated home.

Remus stood there stunned as he clenched the small black box that was in his hand.

It was all a misunderstanding, wasn't it? They probably needed to talk it out and everything would be okay.

Wouldn't it?

He loved you ever since your first therapy session–he genuinely thought you were the most beautiful person ever—inside and out. (Quite more literally too.)

He had spent weeks building up the courage—too many pep talks from James and Peter and too much time picking out a ring with Sirius and Lily.

He wanted to give you space—maybe wait for the initial shock to blow over so he did.

The next day, he figured you went home already so he used the Floo network to get to your house.

It was dark inside your usually bright and lively household.

A house that was usually filled with laughing, yelling, scolding and giggles was reduced to silence.

"Hello?" His voice echoed in the house was he was not alone.

So he walked through the rooms of your house until he saw your parents and older sister in your living room.

Dead.

He saw a trail of blood leaving the living room and he started running.

As he followed the trail—it lead to your room and the amount of blood was getting increasing—he was leaving foot prints in it. The hem of his pants were swimming in it.

His running came to quick stop when he slipped and fell.

Groaning, he tried getting back up but stopped in his tracks as chills ran down his spine.

His eyes glances at his hands and his pants as he dusted himself off from the fall when he realised that he had slipped on blood.

His eyes trailed further in front of him and he saw your dead body in a giant pool of blood.

The same pool of blood he had slipped in.

He checked for your pulse and did CPR for a good half an hour until he broke down sobbing. Cradling your body— he looked out the window to see the Dark Mark in glowing traces.

He swiped his hair off his cheek—unknowingly smearing the blood from his hands onto his face.

He fumbled with the ring in his pocket and slipped it into your cold dead hand. "Will you marry me?" He wailed. "Please answer..."

But your dead body didn't answer.

He cried even harder, pounding his fist against the floor boards when he heard something.

A baby.

His eyes darted to your closet. He scrambled up and saw the bloodied hand prints on the doors as you had opened them in your final moments.

He carefully opened the door to your closet where he saw your baby brother Teddy crying in bloodied blankets.

Remus quickly took off the blanket and made sure Teddy wasn't injured to see that your baby brother was completely fine and the only one alive in your family.

You had sacrificed yourself to save Teddy.

Remus shed off his hoodie, getting Teddy out of the blood stained blankets and cooing him to sleep.

Remus started wailing again—seeing your cold smile against the dirty carpet.

He clutched your baby brother and apperated to where all his friends were waiting—waiting to celebrate the newly engaged couple.

Instead—they got a broken Remus and a baby Teddy and the start of a tragedy.

Because as each of his friends died.

He promised to take care of Teddy like his own son.

Your last wish.

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Metal bones and Magnets

Tinker-Belle Series Masterlist

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Fem! OC (eventually)

Summary: In which we meet our OC Belle and Pietro is both an enemy and a hero.

Word Count: 1.6k

this is the first part /// next part

“Hello lovely people!” Belle waved to her recording iphone as she buckled her heels on. “Ladies in Gentlemen and everybody in between— I am currently on the Quinjet because you guessed it, we found another HYDRA base!”

She grabbed her camera and posed with her best friend, Tony. “Tony! How do you feel about my new fighting shoes?”

Tony looked down at Belle’s new platform heels with little pom-poms. “Very gimmick-y Belle. Be careful— you’re gonna be more iconic than Spangles over there.”

“I’m always more iconic than Capsicle.” Belle rolled her eyes, flipping her hair. “I’m obviously the better blonde.”

“No, no— That’s where you’re wrong, Lady Belle.” Belle pointed the camera at Thor. “I am clearly the superior blonde.”

“Okay folks— we’re approaching the base. Tink— start stretching.” Bruce warned as they could feel the jet start lowering.

Belle stretched her wings out and let them pop through the golden armor that Tony had built. Her fairy wings fluttered around— letting her float into the air to avoid turbulence.

“You forgot your intro again!” Clint reminded the girl who was doing flips in the air to get warmed up.

“Right! Hello! If you don’t already know me— My name is Belle but you probably know me as Tinkerbelle. I’m the result of illegal human experimentation and Tony Stark found me a few months ago.” She looked at the camera and smiled— doing her rehearsed introduction. “He gave me new and improved metal bones and healed my broken wings.”

“I helped out at the Attack on New York— using my acrobatic skills, swordplay and flying to defeat the Chitauri. Ever since, I’ve been an Avenger and have been keeping a video diary. We’re about to land so I’ll see you when we’re on the ground!”

Clicking off her camera— she made sure her green mini dress wasn’t wrinkled and fluttered her way near the exit. “I’ll scope out the area with Stark!”

Iron man and Tinkerbelle flew out of the Quinjet— and began to make their way closer and closer to the building. Belle touched her intercom. “The place is surrounded— we’re going to regroup and attack in numbers. We haven’t been seen yet.”

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With that— The Avengers drove in. Each on fighting HYDRA agents and making their way to victory.

Belle and Stark began quickly bolting towards the main building.

“SHIT!” Stark exclaimed— bumping into an invisible force field.

“Language!”

“Jarvis? What’s the view from upstairs?” Belle asked, banging her fist across the force field before getting shot at.

“The building seems to be surrounded by a type of energy shield…It’s more advanced than any other HYDRA base we’ve taken.”

“Loki’s sceptre must be here.” Thor informed. “There’s no way Stricker could power this defense without it. At long last…”

Belle floated down to the ground where she began to fight all the soldiers on outside of the base.

“Long last is lasting pretty long boys…” Natasha commented.

Belle shot up to the sky— wings flapping quickly as she sped towards the forrest. “Clint— there’s a weak spot on the bunker that’s shooting at you. Just shoot forwards.”

“Thanks.” Clint said after hearing an explosion. “I think we’ve lost the element of surprise.”

Belle let out a shriek as a blast went whizzing last her head. “The absolute nerve!” Belle hurled a grenade at the bunker that tried it.

“I’m sorry— nobody else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said language?”

“I know,” Steve hurled his shield, knocking a few people to the ground. “Just slipped out.”

“Stark, have you gotten the force field taken care of yet?”

“Closing in, JARVIS— am I closing in?”

Something caught Belle’s eyes as she flew closer to the base. “Guys— I just saw something dart out of the base. I’d watch out.”

Clint who just got knocked to the floor— wished he got a warning earlier.

“We’ve got an enhanced on the field. Belle— your move.” Steve announced.

“On it.” Belle zipped to the forrest.

“Clint’s been hit! Somebody want to deal with that bunker?" A loud crash. "Thank you!”

Belle flew around the forrest as fast as she could— scanning the area around her from the skies until she saw something blue flash below her.

Flittering— her wings jolted her to the ground in an instant. Her eyes darted between the trees until she felt a breeze behind her.

She grabbed their hand and backed them into a tree, grabbing their shirt by the collar before finally looking at them. She took her sword and swiped it across his cheek.

“Nice catch” He winked before throwing her to the ground.

Winded, Belle groaned before touching her intercom. “I’ve met the enhanced. He’s speedy, cute and has frosted tips?”

“What the the 80’s?” Stark commented— letting them know the force field was down.

“Clint’s hit pretty bad guys— I think we’re gonna need Evac.” Natasha reported.

“I can get Barton. You guys find the sceptre.” Thor instructed before flying off.

“And for gosh sake— watch your language!” Belle mocked— flying up again and breezing through the front doors of the building.

Tony had found a secret room in the building— Belle was clearing out the building; her silent wings were very useful for sneaking around and disarming people.

Sneaking into rooms— she would silently disarm and knock people out until soon everyone is the room was harmless.

“We’re locked in out here.” Natasha reported.

“Get to Banner.” Steve suggested. “Time for a lullaby.”

Belle walked through one of the doors— completely disregarding the warning sign on the door.

And in her defense, there were warning signs everywhere.

Now in a place like this— boobytraps are expected. But after walking through the place for a while and not seeing anything, Belle was breezing through the places.

And in her defense— this wasn’t a boobytrap.

Instead— Belle walked into a room and she felt her intercom being tugged off her.

Belle turned around to see where it went when she saw a giant disposal.

A magnet was held above a conveyor belt as it picked up metals from the trash. Belle saw her intercom stuck to the giant magnet.

And in her defense— Belle is an idiot.

Walking over to the disposal, Belle suddenly felt a pull towards the disposal— so like the idiot she is, she went closer.

Watching the metals from soda cans being pulled up into the magnet and slowly turning flat and into melted metal— it was mesmerising.

It wasn’t until she was walking along on the conveyer belt when she realised she was in trouble.

Her elbow smacked into the magnet.

Soon enough it was her whole arm.

And soon she remembered that her metal bones stick to magnets.

Now very panicked— she began to tug at her arm, silently begging for the magnet to be weaker than it was proving to be.

Seeing her intercom on the other side— she made an attempt to reach for it but when her other elbow got stuck to the magnet— slamming her back onto the magnet too she stopped trying.

She could see the emergency power off but for some reason it was across the room and there was no chance of her reaching it.

Belle tried thinking of all the ways to get out of this less than ideal situation when she folded her wings.

“Schieße!” A german curse flew out of Belle’s mouth as a searing white hot pain rang throughout her body.

She watched as her intercom melted and began freaking out.

So like any other prepared avenger— she began to shout for help.

After a long while with no reply and her voice very worn out and tired— she hung from the magnet, very disappointed that this is how she died.

She had barely accomplished anything— she hadn’t taken down hydra like she wanted to or published her video diary as a documentary. She hadn’t even fallen in love yet or met Clint’s family like he promised.

When finally— something flashed in her teary vision.

Something alive and blue.

She heard machines turn off and she could feel her body falling from the stupid burning hot ceiling magnet when something caught her.

Belle curled into a small ball as her saviour carefully hugged her. “Thank you…” she whispered, opening her watery eyes and admiring his face.

“No problem.” He said back, wrapping her in a blanket and picking her up.

“I’m sorry… I cut your pretty face…” Belle traced the spot where a red cut lie on his cheek.

Before she knew it— Belle was in front of an empty Iron Man suit and now alone.

Belle carefully got up— tears streaming as her back and arms ached in pain as she climbed into the suit.

“JARVIS—turn on intercom.”

“Intercom— on. Several burns detected. ”

“Guys? I lost my intercom and i’m badly injured. Bruce can fix burns right?”

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“Oh— they’re flatlining! Call it!” Tony walked it holding two smoothies.

Clint and Belle laid down next to each other. Belle was on her stomach as her burns were being healed by creating new skin tissue.

“No, no, no. I’m gonna live forever!” Clint smiled. “I’ll be made of plastic.”

“You’ll be made of you, Barton.”

Belle looked up from her iphone. “You interrupted my duolingo. And one of those smoothies better be mine.” She pointed at Tony’s drinks.

“Right, because we need you learning 50 new languages. Remind me which ones you speak?” Tony gave her a smoothie.

“English, German, French, Mandarin, Cantonese, Spanish and if you let me continue my duolingo— Sokovian.” Belle took a sip of her drink. “Strawberry Banana? You know me so well.”

Natasha shot her a look after Belle said Sokovian, eyebrows raised. Belle blew a raspberry at her.

“Helen, I expect to see you at the party this afternoon?”

Helen gave a polite smile. “Unlike you— I don’t have time for parties.” She coughed and asked not-so-discreetly

“Will… Thor be there?”

end of part 1

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the urge to turn my entire closet pink is becoming too tempting

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I head canon that Regulus was forced to take an unbreakable vow when Sirius left, and he had to promise never to betray his family, and so that's truly why he dies in the cave, he broke the vow

It just makes so much more sense to me, why he wouldn't leave his family, why he wouldn't go with Sirius, why he did all the bad stuff that he clearly shows he stands against in the end.

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I just want to feel something in my heart that isn't HEATSTROKE

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Funny how parents tell us not to play with food and then just casually give us string cheese

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Can I manifest a glow up; please and thank you

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Why Sofitz?

I am team sofitz for the soul reason of Deefe. I quite literally ship Sofitz because I am hoping that Deefe will become a thing. IDC if it’s not going to end up that way. It will always be Deefe in my heart.

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IF YOU'RE DYING AND YOU KNOW IT—

Tam: IF YOURE DYING AND YOU KNOW IT CLAP YOUR HANDS

Tam: *clap clap*

Tam: IF YOURE DYING AND YOU KNOW IT CLAP HANDS

Keefe: *CLAP CLAP*

Tam: If your life is kinda messy and honestly depress-y if your dying and you know it clap your hands

SOPHIE: *ENTIRE APPLAUSE*

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I made collages every color of the rainbow!