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elena-reina · 3 years

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I Deserve Better Part 2 - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Part 2 of I deserve better (Draco Malfoy)? I could imagine him, although quite out of character, to prove himself by kissing the reader in the middle of the great hall where everyone can see them and proving that he isn’t embarrassed - Anon

Warnings: angsty angst, fluffy fluff

Part 1

While you pushed the food around your plate with your fork, your head rested in your hand. Gina kept an eye on you as you shifted your carrots from one side of the dish to the other, waiting for the right moment to speak up. You had told her the gist of what happened between you and Draco. Well, not all of it because you liked to keep most matters private, but she knew that you had broken up with him due to his lack of integrity and affection. Draco was never Gina's favorite, and most people weren't either, but she accepted him since he had to have some redeeming qualities to even have a chance with you.

With a sigh, you place your fork down and stared blankly at the wooden table that had suddenly captured your attention. You were sitting at a cafe in Hogsmeade. It has only been a couple days. A couple of long, miserable days. You've been avoiding Draco, so you don't know how he's been doing, but he hasn't made any attempt to come see you either.

“Go on and eat your food. How did he handle it? Did he seem bothered at all?” Gina ushered, taking a sip of her latte. You reluctantly took a bite before wiping the crumbs away from the corners of your mouth.

“I want to say he took it poorly, but it seems like he only cared about himself and his reputation, as usual,” you frowned, “I was just tired of living in his shadow. I want to be shown off and not constantly feel like I’m last on his list, but I can’t help but sometimes think that maybe I’ve made a mistake..”

Gina choked on her sip and put down her cup, looking at you like you were crazy.

“A mistake? Y/N, what on Merlin are you talking about? He was not treating you how you deserved to be treated and you honestly went way below your standards giving him a chance with you after all.”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t like him. I’m just saying that maybe if I had just bit my tongue and-”

He took a stride closer to you and held onto the side of your arms. He was hurting on the inside. “Y/N, you don’t mean that. You know I love you.”

“-If I had just bit my tongue and given him more time, we would still be together. What if I’m overreacting?”

Gina placed her hand on top of yours, giving you a soft squeeze. “Y/N, sweetie, listen to me. This,” she motioned with her other free hand up and down, “is your heartbreak speaking. Let’s remember why you did what you did, okay?”

“Has he taken you out on a date in the last, I don't know, two weeks?”

You shook your head.

“In the last month?”

You shook your head once again, frowning. The last time you two went on a date, you were almost caught by someone and from then, he never asked you out on a date since.

“Okay, is he mindful of your emotions and how you’re feeling?”

You beamed your head up, sitting straighter in your chair, nodding. “I would say he does-”

“Ah, let me rephrase that, does he take your feelings into consideration when pressuring you to stay hidden behind him when it's not all just for his own benefit?"

You sunk back down into your chair, remaining quiet. Gina took your silence as an answer. You bit the inside of your cheek, reflecting on your relationship with him.

“And most importantly, Y/N, can you confidently say he would even remember your anniversary date given that everything has been so secretive?”

“No, I don’t think so,” you whispered. You wanted to say yes, but you were doubting everything in your relationship at this point. Was any of it real? Your eyes were stinging with emotion, but you were tired of crying. You didn’t have any energy left to exert.

“Sweetie, these are a few of the bare minimums that are expected in a relationship. I'm not sure what you could possible miss if he prioritizes his reputation over your guys' relationship.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you muttered. Your feelings for him are not going to disappear just like that. No one knows the soft side of him like you do, and that’s what keeps you holding on. Of course, his harsh exterior would make anyone stray far from him, but it’s the inside and kind side of him that brings you back. You couldn’t expect anyone else to understand.

“I know you love him, but you need to remember that you come first and until he treats you like his priority, then-”

“Y/N.”

Gina's speech was cut short by the voice you'd been hoping to hear days ago. Your gaze slowly followed up his body and settled on his face as both of your heads pivoted. Gina looked at him with a disgusted grimace, while you were motionless. Your demeanor, on the other hand, was clearly despondent.

“Y/N, let’s go,” Gina urged, standing up to reach for your hand to pull you away. You slowly put your hand in hers.

Draco ignored her and focused on you. “Can we talk?”

“I don’t see what else there is to talk about you prick,” Gina answered for you, glaring at him.

He was becoming visibly irritated but you knew he was doing his best to keep his composure. You could see the tightening in his jaw and deepening of his voice that only does when he gets frustrated.

Huffing through his nose, he spoke again to you. “Will you give me a couple minutes?”

Gina scoffed. “You seem like the type to only need a couple minutes.”

You closed your eyes for a brief moment trying to stifle your laugh.

Draco’s had enough of her remarks. “Listen here you filthy little-”

“Gina, I’ll meet you outside. I’m fine,” you cut off Draco, giving her a small smile. She rolled her eyes and glared at Draco, before looking back at you.

“Remember what I said. I’ll be waiting right outside that door,” she assured, before brushing up roughly against Draco’s shoulder. He scowled at her before taking the chair she sat in, right across from you.

“I really hate that bloody git, I swear I’ll make her life a living-” He began rambling before looking into your eyes and getting back on topic, “Sorry. Y/N, can you tell me what’s going on with you?”

Your crossed your leg over the other and folded your arms over your chest, leaning back in your chair.

Did he really just ask that?

“I thought I made myself pretty clear the last time we spoke Draco. I deserve someone who will not be ashamed of me because of what others expect, and you deserve someone who will be able to live up to your expectations. Clearly I’m not the girl who can fill those shoes for you,” you said.

He scoffed, leaning forward, trying to get a good look at you. Draco wanted to know where all this was coming from. The only thing he knows is that one night you two fell asleep cuddled up and the next thing you were breaking up with him.

“Are you insane?”

“Am I insane?”

“No, I’m sorry that’s not what I meant. I just want to know what happened that night, everything was so all of a sudden. Did you have a nightmare and confuse it with reality?"

You turned your head, avoiding eye contact with him. “You’re not listening to me and I don’t know how much more clear I can be. I don’t matter to you, find someone who does. Plain and simple.”

“You do matter to me, I try my best to show you every time we’re together,” he scoffed.

“How?”

He groaned rolling his eyes and resting his temple against his fingers with his elbow on the table.”I don’t want to go back and forth with you.”

“I'm just asking you how you show me I matter to you. When’s the last time you asked me on a date?”

“We were just at the library a week ago,” he scoffed, looking at you dumbfounded.

“First of all, that wasn’t a date! We were studying. Second, that was three weeks ago,” you responded. Just because the two of you hung out together that one time does not mean it was a date. Hell, if that’s his definition of a date, then you must be dating all of your friends at this point.

“Y/N, my point is, I care about you deeply.”

“Are you embarrassed of me?”

“What? No, you sound ridiculous.”

“Intimidated?”

He let out a low chuckle, “Absolutely not.”

“Okay then, since you have no problem with me, I guess you’ll have no problem with me doing this,” you stood up, cupping your hands around your mouth.

His straightened himself, cautious about whatever you’re about to do. “Y/N, doing what..” he trailed off, eyeing you.

“ATTENTION EVERYBODY!”

“Y/N, what’re you doing. Sit down!” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. A few people turned their heads to pay attention, others not so much. Either way, you were about to cause a scene and Draco was not having any of it.

“I JUST WANTED TO ANNOUNCE THAT DRACO AND I HAVE BEEN DATMMPH-”

Draco rushed onto his feet and threw himself at you, pushing the palm of his hand against your mouth. His chest was heaving up and down from adrenaline and frantically looking around. Just him grabbing you this close was enough to cause suspicion throughout the cafe. He hated all the wandering eyes on him.

He lowered his hand and grabbed your arm, pushing you through the cafe and through the doors to the outside, to the side of the building out of the way from others. He roughly let go of you when you snatched your arm back.

You had tears threatening to run down your cheeks. He just proved exactly what you were talking about.

“You’re stepping way out of line Y/N, what is bloody wrong with you! Have you lost your mind!?” he shouted at you, not caring how loud he was. He was fuming, not only from embarrassment, but from anger.

“Woah woah woah! Who do you think you are talking to her like that!?” Gina spoke coming from around the corner, overhearing his loud outburst. Draco didn't say anything to her and instead kept a hard glare on you. You peeked from behind Draco, looking at her, sniffling.

“Gina, please. I’ll meet you at Hogwarts.”

She huffed and nodded. She turned around, making her way back towards the Main Street.

“We’re just going to be going in circles at this point. I can’t let my reputation falter and you knew this the moment before we agreed to get in a relationship. That blasphemous stunt you just pulled in there.. I don’t know why you’re acting like this was new all of a sudden, you agreed there would be no hard feelings,” he snapped trying to comprehend what just happened, or could have happened.

You threw ran your hand through your hair, letting your emotions run free. You felt pathetic. You should have just gotten up with Gina and left him in that cafe alone. Seeing you like this broke his heart, but you guys were outside. There was only so much he would do.

“Answer me,” he scowled.

“I don’t know, Draco. I don’t have an answer for you anymore. I just want to feel loved and appreciated by my boyfriend. I want you to be proud of our relationship.”

“Y/N, I am,” he groaned, exasperated, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No, I want someone who is going to be proud of me and not afraid to show me off. I know I agreed to whatever conditions we had in the beginning, but it’s not enough anymore. I can’t do it and this is torture that you’re having me go through this again days later from our last talk.”

He leaned forward pulling you into an embrace. Knowing he was the reasoning behind your pain killed Draco inside. Half of you wanted to push him away, but the other half wanted to stay in his arms forever. You hands slowly snaked around his waist as you silently cried into his chest. His grip tightened around you, comforting you. This is the man whom you’ve grown to love.

But at the end of the day, where are we? We’re hidden in the corner where no one can see the two of you.

“So this is it then?” he said, his voice softening. His hard demeanor was no longer cascading over him. He sounded defeated.

“I guess so,” you whispered. You wished he would have just said fuck everything and given it all up to be with you. However, that would be too good to be true.

You pulled away, wiping your nose with your sleeve. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, unable to look you in the eyes this time.

“Can I just ask you one more thing?” you muttered, looking up.

He nodded his head.

“Do you know when our anniversary date is?”

His face remained expressionless, you couldn’t make out how he was feeling. That was enough of an answer for you. You nodded your head one last time and walked past him, not bothering to look back.

Gina was right.

~*~

“C’mon hun, let’s get up. You have to eat and go to the rest of your classes. You barely lifted a fork this morning during breakfast,” Gina cooed, brushing your hair down with her hand. She sat on the end of your bed, next to you.

You kept your face buried in your pillow, allowing yourself to wallow in misery. You knew this feeling will eventually pass, but for right now all you can feel is pain.

Mentally.

Emotionally.

Physically too at this point.

“Mm 'ot fmibing it,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“Gotta speak up, I don’t speak gibberish,” she smiled trying to lighten the mood.

You turned your head, so that you were facing her. Your cheeks were stained with tears, your nose and eyes were red and puffy from crying all night, and you had some stray hairs flat against your face and others in a mess on the top of your head. You didn’t care for how you looked because you felt like crap.

“I’m not feeling it,” you whispered, your voice feeling hoarse and raw.

“Sweetie, you need to eat. Put some energy in that stomach of yours and wake up.”

“I’m not hungry,” you frowned, closing your eyes. You were all out of tears, if that was even possible. All you feel now is hollow. The moment you got back to Hogwarts, you went straight to your Y/H room and cried yourself to sleep. In the morning, you skipped breakfast, well, moreso slept through it and your morning classes. It’s not like you were missing anything significant.

Gina sighed through her nose. She was trying to get you out of bed. “You also need to get to class, we have important material to learn today in Transfigurations.”

“It’s just one day. Leave me be.”

“Y/N, It’s been four days,” Gina frowned, “Today was the first time I was able to even get you out of bed to sit down at the breakfast table.”

Your eyes shot open. No way.

Slowly sitting up, you looked around. “Has it really?”

She nodded. You knew you’ve been crying yourself to sleep, but you didn’t know about how many days had passed. It felt like just one long day honestly. Depression can do that.

Sighing, you laid back down, this time on your back, staring straight up.

“I don’t want to run into Draco,” you mumbled. You’re sure he’s doing just fine. You don’t think you can bare it, at least not right now. You’re too vulnerable.

Gina bit her lip. “You won’t, I haven’t even seen him these past couple of days.”

“You know, he couldn’t even tell me when our anniversary was?” you scoffed, “And let me tell you, it’s an easy date.”

“Y/N,” she warned. She’s been trying to clear your mind of Draco, but you couldn’t help it. Your feelings are still fresh.

“I know, I know,” you huffed, sitting up indefinitely this time and swinging your legs over your bed to the floor to begin getting ready again.

“Okay, great. I’ll meet you at the Grand Hall, mkay?” she smiled. You nodded, forcing a smile as she made her way out of your room.

You fixed your robes and brushed through your knotted hair, trying to make yourself look in the least bit presentable to the public eye.

You slowly walked through the corridors, taking your time with each step. Despite not really eating for a few days, you weren’t all that hungry. However, you knew that there was no way Gina was going to let you stay in the bed any longer. You knew you were pushing it this long.

Eventually, you came face to face with the Grand Hall and pushed the doors open. A few people turned to look at you, but went back to their day. You noticed Gina sitting at the Y/H table and you made you way over to her.

However, half way your eyes trailed over to the platinum blonde head that stood up clapping. Very loudly might you add.

Now see this was exactly what you were afraid of. You didn't have the energy to see Draco just yet.

At first you thought he was taunting you, a classic Draco move, but you soon came to find out it wasn’t like that at all.

“Y/N!” he shouted, and began walking to you from across the room.

You hadn’t even made it to your seat, let alone halfway through the hall before all eyes fell upon you. The chattering came down to a quiet murmur, with the clinking of silverware on plates being heard every now and then. You gave a weak smile to those around you, but returned to your stone face when gazing back at Draco.

Finally, Draco stood right in front of you, gazing down on you with his usual handsome smirk.

“Look, Draco. Can you just leave me alone? I don’t have the energy to put up with this anymore,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes.

“May I have everybody's attention!” he shouted, ignoring you.

“Draco..,” you whispered, “what are you doing?”

This time you were the one who felt shy and embarrassed.

Instead of answering you, he placed both of his hands around your waist in one quick swift movement and dipped you without any warning. You gasped, throwing your hands up in the air and around his neck for support before he crashed his lips onto yours. He slowly, but hungrily molded his lips with yours giving you a long deserved passionate kiss.

A million emotions were running through your head all at once, you didn’t know what to comprehend first: the fact that you’re kissing Draco right now or that you were in front of the entire school.

The Hall filled with various sounds of either clapping, whistling, booing, and so forth. He slowly brought you back up after disconnecting your lips and kept his hands resting on your waist.

Your face was warm as you both had flushed cheeks, maybe moreso yours, as you turned your head slightly to get a good look around you. Gina was grinning, with her arms folded across her chest.

She knew of Draco’s plan and while of course she despised him, she valued your happiness over everything. And if Draco was the one who was going to bring you back to normal, then so be it.

You turned back to Draco.

“Can we go somewhere private?” you whispered, feeling very shy in that moment.

Smirking, he tiled his head. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed of me now?”

A small chuckle escaped your lips as you shook your head.

“Intimidated? he teased, continuing.

You grabbed onto his hand quickly before pulling him out of the Grand Hall, away from everyone, and to an empty corridor. Once alone, you turned to face him.

“Draco-”

“I’m sorry,” he rushed, “I’m sorry for everything. I don’t know why it didn’t click in my head sooner, but I need you. I can’t stand not being able to have you by my side and knowing that if anything were to happen to you, it would be all my fault because I’m not there with you. You deserve nothing but the best and I’m so sorry it took me this long to realize it. I hated being the reason behind your tears and pain. I know we don’t hang out as often as you would like, but this past week of being away from you felt different. It felt worse than all the other times, like I was missing my other half and I couldn't be whole again. I didn’t have you to come back to and hold in my arms and tell you how much I love you. I love being able to call you mine and I guess me keeping you a secret was my own selfish way of being able to still keep control in my life, but it’s not fair to you. I was never embarrassed or intimidated by you, I was honestly afraid that people would start to treat you differently if they knew you were my girlfriend, it wasn’t just my reputation but yours too, however I don’t care anymore. And for the record, I could never forget our anniversary. It’s on Valentines Day, my love. The one day I made the best decision of my life asking you to officially be mine. I’m proud to say you are all mine and no one else’s, if you’ll still let me that is.”

Tears pricked in your eyes. He placed his warm hands on either side of your cheeks, and wiped away your tears with his thumbs. You nodded profusely, gripping his green tie and pulling him closer to you to reconnect your lips.

“I never want to be apart from you again,” he mumbled into your lips.

Sniffling, you pulled away gazing into his eyes lovingly. “Never again, Draco.”

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engie-ivy · 3 years

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Yes, he's in the hospital and doesn't remember anything about himself, but it's actually not that bad. His memories are sure to come back in a matter of days, and until then, he can spend time eating, sleeping, reading, daydreaming about that ridiculously attractive Healer...

(The aim is Funny and Fluffy Wolfstar)

It's Like the First Time

“Everything seems to be in order,” the Healer Trainee, Aubrey, says. “As we expected. How’s the dizziness?”

“When I’m laying down, it doesn’t bother me,” he replies.

“That’s good,” Aubrey smiles. “The dizziness and light-headedness should gradually disappear over the upcoming days, and then the memories will come back after.”

He nods. He’d be more worried about all his memories being gone if the Healers at St Mungo’s weren’t so certain they’ll all come back in a matter of days. Dizziness, light-headedness, and amnesia; it’s a familiar picture when being hit with a Confundo-charm from a defective wand, which the Healers have encountered many times before and has apparently happened to him during some friendly duelling.

It’s always the same picture: the dizziness and light-headedness slowly lessening, and the memories all coming back at once after two to at most five days. Like, one moment you know nothing, and the next you remember everything.

Well, he doesn’t exactly know nothing. His semantic memory is intact, meaning he has basic knowledge and remembers facts and skills. He knows he’s a wizard, he knows the hospital is called St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, he knows the people in the lime green robes are the Healers, he knows that since he’s a wizard he probably went to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he knows perfectly well how to perform a wide variety of charms, jinxes, hexes and curses. (So luckily those years at Hogwarts weren’t for nothing)

What he doesn’t know is anything about himself. His episodic memory, memory for any kind of life events, is completely gone. Who he is, what he does, what he has done, who he knows, it’s all gone. His own mum could walk into the room, and he’d think she was the laundry lady. (Luckily, she seemed like a very nice lady, and had thought it rather funny)

The only thing he knows about himself, not because he remembers, but because it’s the only thing they told him, is that he’s someone named Remus Lupin. Apparently, in the past, trying to fill in the gaps has proven to be more frustrated than helpful for the patient and, as the memories will come back on their own anyway, quite unnecessary. Therefore, they don’t tell him much else, and all he can do is wait.

Past experience has also shown that the patient often finds it quite stressful, and even frightening, to be surrounded by lots of people who all know him, and whom he feels like he should recognize, but doesn’t. Therefore, friends and family are only allowed in limited numbers, one new person a day, which started with his mum.

His mum had brought him his favourite novel, saying that he read it so many times, and would always wish he could erase it from his memory just so he could read it again with the same sense of anticipation. Well, she had figured this was his chance. Now, all he can do is lie in bed, read his book, and eat food, which is... Well, pretty great actually.

He doesn’t have anything to worry about. How can he worry about anything if he doesn’t remember anything? It’s like having a little break from life and all its expectations and responsibilities. (Though the fact that he’s so happy about having no worries, makes him think that this Remus Lupin normally worries quite a lot)

When a Healer comes to see him, he suddenly knows something else about himself: he’s very, very gay.

The Healer has a classic, aristocratic beauty to him, with his sharp cheekbones and full lips, and his eyes are of a clear grey, that appears silver, which contrasts quite nicely with the strands of raven black hair that have fallen from the messy bun on top of his head. And no one has the right to look that good in lime green robes, which he fills out pretty well with his lean, muscular body.

The Healer gives him a soft smile, and really, if he smiles at all his patients like that, the whole hospital must be diagnosed with palpitations. “How’re you feeling?” the Healer asks in a warm, deep voice.

He wonders whether his semantic memory has failed him after all, as he suddenly seems to have forgotten how speaking works. “Erm...” he says, very eloquently.

The Healer frowns, and looks at Aubrey. “Isn’t the confusion supposed to be gone by now?”

Aubrey looks from the Healer to him and back to the Healer, while a knowing smile appears on her face. “Don’t worry,” she tells the Healer. “He has been perfectly responsive and coherent all day.”

“Has he had some Anti-Confusion Concoction?”

“He’s had a small dose, as the confusion was already wearing off on his own.”

“Are you going to give him Memory Potion?” the Healer continues his questioning.

Aubrey shakes her head. “We have already given him Mandrake Restorative Draught against the spell’s physical effects. Adding Memory Potion might make the dose of Stewed Mandrake too high. As we can be certain all memories will come back on their own, it isn’t worth the risk.”

The Healer nods thoughtfully. “So only a daily dose of Restoration Potion until all effects have subsided, I assume?”

“Yes,” Aubrey agrees. “Based on past experience, that’ll in all likeliness be sufficient.”

The Healer turns his head back to him, and that soft smile is back in place. He opens his mouth to speak, but right at that moment, a bright flash can be seen, and a gazelle made out of shining white light is standing in front of them.

“I’m so sorry to disturb on a moment like this,” a stressed-sounding voice of a young woman comes from the Patronus, that is directing itself to the Healer. “But you’re needed back at the HADA department immediately! We’re having an emergency.”

The Healer curses under his breath. He takes a step towards the door, but then stops to look back at him with a pained expression.

“He’s in good hands,” Aubrey says.

The Healer nods. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he tells him, before hurrying out the door.

Though his mum was right, and the novel is really good, he has trouble focusing on it from that moment on. He’s constantly interrupted by thoughts of bright, silver-grey eyes. Merlin, he’s seen the guy once, and he’s acting like a twelve-year-old with a crush!

Telling himself off for it doesn’t stop him from looking up hopefully the moment he catches a glimpse of lime-green robes. It’s quite a disappointment when the Healer that walks in to check his vitals is a greying, grumpy man with a face that seems to be twisted in a permanent scowl. Asking him where the good-looking Healer went to seems kind of impolite though, so he just sits and nods whenever the Healer grumbles something unintelligible.

“So, why have I gotten a different Healer?” he asks Aubrey later, trying to sound casual.

“Different Healer?” she asks, not understanding.

“Yeah,” he says, feeling to his great annoyance that his cheeks begin to flush. “There was this older man checking up on me, while before, there was the young man with the broad shoulder, shining dark hair, sweet smile, pretty eyes...” He trails off.

“Oh!” Understanding, and a not insignificant amount of amusement, appear on Aubrey’s face. “Oh, he wasn’t not your Healer, sweetie! He was visiting.”

“Ah,” he sighs disappointedly. So the Healer had only been here for some sort of second opinion, and he probably won’t be back. It was too good to be true, to have a Healer like that around as a nice distraction.

“Healer Black works for the Healing Against the Dark Arts Department,” Aubrey continues.

“You know him?” he asks.

“I know of him. But honestly,” she adds with a wink. “Everyone working at St Mungo’s knows of Healer Black!”

He chuckles. “I suppose he cannot not catch your eye.”

“It’s not just his appearance,” Aubrey says. “Healer Black is the leading expert on healing Dark Arts-related injuries and combating curses from the Dark Arts. He has invented novel Healing Spells and revolutionized the protocol for treating curses. Healers from all over the world consult him on their cases, and patients come to see him from all over the world.”

“Wow...” he sighs again, but this time it’s a more wistful sigh. He doesn’t even care anymore that he sounds like a love-struck teenager. Maybe Aubrey will write it off as a side-effect of the Confundo-charm. He briefly wonders about that himself, but as those bright, silver-grey eyes come to mind again, he knows he’s under a whole different kind of spell.

“Yeah,” Aubrey smiles. “He’s quite a remarkable man.”

“So I guess I won’t be seeing him again then,” he says dejectedly, letting his head hang. He wonders why they’d sent that Healer to come see him in the first place, as he surely must’ve had better things to do.

He hears a choked noise besides him, and he looks up at Aubrey, who seems to be stifling a laugh, with her hand pressed against her mouth. “Don’t worry, love,” she says with obvious amusement in her voice. “I’m sure you’ll be seeing more of him.”

The young man sitting next to his bed has been talking about his wife and their baby for an hour straight. Though it really isn’t so bad. His stories are quite amusing, and the man is very charismatic. He has sparkling eyes, and hair so messy, he had immediately checked whether it wasn’t storming outside when the man had entered. He has a disarming smile and a contagious laugh, and is surprisingly easy to talk to. He says his name is James Potter, and he’s Remus Lupin’s best friend.

He has to give Remus Lupin a pat on the back for having made such a nice friend. Honestly, the idea of socializing with new people, trying to make friends, does not appeal to him, and he’s glad to know Remus already has them.

“And I just went to see Sirius,” James says. “Well, more like I was speed walking next to him in the two minutes he had to get from one room to another. He still managed to apologize twenty times though. Normally, I’d say he should be sorry, but the poor guy seems to hardly have any time to eat or sleep.” James shakes his head. “Did you hear what happened? Three children were playing in the woods, and they must’ve accidentally touched an unknown cursed object. They were brought in barely conscious and with a mother completely beside herself. So of course, ‘the widely renowned and highly acclaimed, capable-of-the-impossible Healer Black’ was the only one who might save them. And he has, as they seem to be recovering,” James adds, relieved. “But really, there aren’t many excuses that would justify him not being here, but having to save children’s lives is definitely one of them.”

“Thank Merlin those children are alright. That sounds- Wait,” he says, before sitting up. “Healer Black? You know Healer Black?”

James blinks at him. “Ehm... Yeah?”

“Merlin, that man is so handsome!” he exclaims. “He was here for like two minutes, before he got called away to other patients, but I just can’t stop thinking about him! He already looks perfect, and now you’re telling me that he’s some kind of miracle Healer saving children’s lives?” He sighs. “It’s just not fair.”

At first, James still looks confused. Then his eyes widen in understanding, and his mouth starts twitching like he’s trying to hold back laughter.

He doesn’t blame him. He’d laugh at himself too, with how ridiculous he’s been acting over this random Healer. He just hopes he won’t have embarrassed Remus Lupin too much once his memories have returned.

“Don’t worry,” James says, in an amused voice. “Healer Black will come back as soon as he has the time.”

Now, his own eyes widen. “You really think he’d come to see me again?”

James lets out a strangled noise and starts coughing, which he strongly suspects being a laugh quickly covered up by a cough. “Yes,” James replies, suppressed laughter still sounding through in his voice. “I really think so.”

He knows it’s rather pathetic, but as he’s got nothing better to do, he did it anyway. He practiced what he’s going to say to Healer Black when, or if, he comes back.

He’ll tilt his head slightly downwards, so he’ll look up at the man through his lashes, and then he’ll give him a coy smile, while softly saying ‘Healer Black. It’s so good to see you again. I’ve heard many great things about you, and what you did for those children is truly admirable.’ Luckily, flirting seems to fall under semantic memory.

However, when the moment comes that Healer Black enters the room again, his carefully constructed plan falls apart.

At first, he’s stunned that yes, Healer Black really looks like that, and he hasn’t made it better in his head. Alright, the man has bags under his eyes, his robes are rumpled, and his hair is slightly greasy and so much strands are peaking out of his bun, making it look more messy than what would qualify as a normal messy bun, but he still looks like the most beautiful person in the world. He doesn’t even notice Aubrey and James walk in after Healer Black.

He opens his mouth to deliver his carefully practiced lines, but the words die in his throat as Healer Black... Well, flings himself at him. He literally splays out on top of him, hugging him close and pressing his face in the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much,” Healer Black murmurs against his skin.

He freezes. Yes, he has forgotten quite a lot, but he’s still pretty sure this is not the standard operating procedure for Healers to greet their patients. “Erm...” He says, once again ever so eloquently.

Healer Black lifts his head and looks up at him in confusion, but he can’t possibly be more confused than he’s feeling.

James scrapes his throat. “Remus, may I introduce you to Healer Sirius Black-Lupin, your husband?”

“So neither one of you decided to tell him?” Healer Black has crossed his arms over his chest and is glaring at Audrey and James.

“I’m sorry, Healer Black!” Aubrey squeaks. “I know I should’ve told him, but it was just too cute, watch him be all smitten with his own husband.”

He isn’t really listening. He’s openly staring at Healer Black. Apparently, he bloody married the guy, so it’s allowed, right?

“I don’t know how you pulled this off, Remus Lupin,” he whispers under his breath. “But thank you, and kudos to you, mate, kudos to you.”

As he looks at Healer Black up and down (at some point he’ll really have to stop referring to his husband as Healer Black, probably), he suddenly really wishes for his memories to come back fast, as there are some things he’d really like to remember.

Though on the other hand, he thinks, biting his lip, maybe ‘Healer Black’ won’t mind freshening up his memory in the meantime?

“Ugh,” Remus groans, hiding his face against Sirius’ chest. “I can’t believe I was practically drooling over you!”

Sirius chuckles while he’s rubbing soft circles on Remus’ back. “You were cute.”

As a reply, Remus just groans again.

“I’m sorry, though,” Sirius says, suddenly quietly. “It wouldn’t have happened if I had been by your side as I was supposed to be.”

Remus lifts up his head to look at Sirius. “Hey, none of that! You were saving lives.” He presses a quick kiss to his husband’s lips. “You wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else, and I wouldn’t have wanted you to be anywhere else.”

Sirius smiles softly at him, and Remus lays his head back on his chest. “Besides, it was a good reminder that I should be more proud of my accomplishment to get Healer Black to marry me.”

Sirius barks a laugh, that Remus can feel vibrating in his chest. “And how exactly was me down on one knee practically begging you to become my husband ‘you getting me to marry you’?”

Remus smiles fondly, happy that that memory is safely back in his head. “And it was nice to feel like having a new crush again,” he continues. “ All exhilarated, enraptured, and in awe.”

“Oh, Moony,” Sirius sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of Remus’ head. “I feel like that every time I look at you.”

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Merthur soulmate AU where they can always find each other:

Leon fulfils his self-appointed “older brother” role by helping them get away with it, and Morgana decides the son of her new guardian wasn’t so bad after all, if he came with such a great friend.

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This was requested a little while ago, also Homophobia doesn’t exist in this world and maybe that’s unrealistic but I literally don’t care, let me have this.

Everyone has a soulmate. It’s a fact of life.

No one really knows quite how it works, only that it’s something magical, and has been around since before recorded history.

Everyone can find their soulmate. They feel a tug in their heart, that always pulls them in the right direction, no matter what. No matter what obstacles or distance separates them, they may always be united, they may always find their way home.

Soulmate bonds were the one piece of magic that King Uther left untouched when he started his purge, for he was bonded to Arthur’s mother, and despite his cruelty, he could never find it in himself to deprive others of such a feeling.

(Besides, they were so ancient and global, there’s nothing he could’ve done to destroy them; easier to save his pride and leave them be.)

Very rarely, only a few times in a century, a pairing will appear whose bond is so strong, the compass in their hearts works in a slightly different manner.

King Uther’s son, Prince Arthur, and heir to the throne of Camelot, was one half of such a special pairing.

The first time the Prince disappeared, he was five, and meant to be taking a nap.

This meant that his nannies hadn’t even noticed he was gone before he reappeared in his bed, and no one in the castle knew of his little adventure.

To say Hunith was surprised by the appearance of a very young, very blond child in her kitchen was an understatement.

The last thing she was expecting to see when she turned around from laying her three year old down for a nap, was a noble-looking boy, who definitely hadn’t been there moments before.

After she recovers from her shock, she glances over at the front door (still locked) before looking back at the child with concern. She took a step towards him, and crouched down before quietly speaking:

“Hi there sweetie, how did you get in here?”

Child!Arthur ignores her, instead taking a wobbly step towards Toddler!Merlin, and without looking away from him, asks:

“Who’s that?”

Hunith is taken aback at that, and looks more closely at the child. He was clearly in sleep clothes, but they were made from expensive fabrics, and he looked chubby and happy and healthy, not like most young children around these parts.

She steps in front of Arthur again to try and catch his eye:

“Why don’t you tell me your name, and we’ll try to find your mum?”

Arthur looks at her only briefly as he pouts, before side-stepping again and regaining his line of sight to the dark haired toddler (still sleeping):

“Don’t have a mum. And dad’s busy. I wanted to find my person.”

Hunith tilts her head at that, but before she can ask what he means, Arthur finally looks at her properly, and begins speaking again:

“Are you my person? Or is it him? Nanny Marge says everyone has a person, and we can always find them.” he says it with confidence, and a self satisfied nod.

Hunith blinks, she knows all about soulmates, everyone does, but that still didn’t explain how the child had just appeared:

“Well, my name’s Hunith, and that’s my son, Merlin. Where are you from?”

Arthur yawns and stumbles towards Merlin, wrapped in blankets and laid in the corner. Hunith goes to grab him (Merlin was a fussy toddler, and it took forever to get him to sleep and she really didn’t want him to be woken up again.) but relaxes as Arthur sits cross-legged about a foot away from him, not ripping his gaze away for a moment.

He looks back up at Hunith sleepily, obviously starting to feel the effects of not napping:

“Mer-lin. I like that name. Like the birdy. I’m Prince Arthur of Camelot, son of King Uther.” He says the last part like it’s been rehearsed (it has) and Hunith stifles a gasp as she finally realises what’s happened.

Her old love, before he left, had told her of the rare pairings that appeared occasionally. The soulmates whose bond is so strong, they simply have to wish to be in the others presence, and they will appear there.

Truth be told, Hunith thought it was just a story. Soulmates are fairytale enough, but being able to appear at their side whenever you so wished? That was the stuff of love-stories and legend. Yet here stood a child, who claimed to be a Prince from another kingdom, who should be safely locked away in a castle several days journey from here. And all he seemed interested in, was Merlin.

Hunith wasn’t really sure what to do with this revelation. Not that she wasn’t glad her son had a soulmate, but her son’s soulmate was heir to a throne that would order a pyre for Merlin, even as a child. Merlin was floating spoons and lighting candles and knocking over cups before he could even crawl. Camelot was no place for him, at least not right now.

What if he accidentally did magic in front of the Prince? Would Arthur be scared, would he hate his own soulmate? Or would he not yet understand and tell someone accidentally? Would the King order his own son’s soulmate killed, if he found out?

Hunith shook the questions from her mind for now. Merlin was asleep, and she needed to figure out how to persuade Arthur that he needed to go back home:

“Arthur, that’s a lovely name. I know you want to find your person Arthur, but I think it might be best if you go home, before someone starts worrying, don’t you?”

Little Arthur yawns again, but pouts:

“I don’t want to go back. It’s so boring there, no one except Leon lets me play anything, and Leon’s busy.”

Hunith holds in a sigh, she can imagine life is difficult for an heir to the throne, especially with a father like Uther. She crouches down to his level again:

“I know sweetie, but you don’t want anyone worrying, do you?”

Arthur waits a moment before shaking his head forlornly. Hunith hopes she’s persuaded him, the only way he would go back is if he wanted to, she couldn’t force him. And she really didn’t want to have to journey back to Camelot on foot, and have to explain to the King why she had his son:

“No. I like Nanny Marge, and dad is always mean to her when she loses me.” Hunith frowns at that, but before she can say anything, Arthur stands on wobbly legs, and looks at her with determination:

“Ok. Bye-bye-”

He looks to Merlin again, and whispers his next few words, like he didn’t want to wake him:

“Bye Merlin. I promise I’ll come back-”

He looks back to Hunith again:

“Please can I come back? Leon says I should ask permission before going to someone’s home, so can I please please come back?”

Hunith worries her lip with her teeth at that, they were soulmates, she couldn’t exactly say no. But she also didn’t want to encourage the little prince to just disappear whenever he was bored:

“I... of course, Arthur, you’re more than welcome. But not too often, and not for too long, OK?” she tilts her head in question, and smiles when Arthur gives a decisive nod.

She holds in a smile as the Little Prince (what she had affectionately been referring to him as in her head) scrunched his face in concentration, closing his eyes. After a few seconds, he disappears with a pop and a few sparks, and she lets out a breath of relief, hoping that he had returned safely.

She stands still for a moment and blinks, seemingly trying to process all that had happened. She hums thoughtfully, before looking lovingly towards her son, and muttering to herself:

“I have a feeling that your future just got a lot more complicated, my love.”

For the next year, Arthur would pop in and out of Hunith’s house once a month or so. He only ever came when he was meant to be having a nap (the only time he was really unsupervised during the day).

Luckily, it would appear, that he and Merlin shared nap times; Merlin can’t accidentally expose his magic to the Little Prince if he was asleep every time he appeared.

Over the visits, Hunith learnt as much about Arthur as she could. He knew Gaius, which she was definitely relieved at (and sent a letter to him explaining everything the day she found out they knew each other). Someone in the castle knowing where Arthur had disappeared off to, if anyone ever noticed, would help.

She also found out who Leon was, the son of a noble, an aspiring knight-to-be, around twelve years old to Arthur’s six (both he and Merlin had birthdays at some point between visits), and that he seemed to be the only person around who allowed Arthur to have a little fun every once in a while.

After a little coaxing, she found that Arthur didn’t really know anything about his mother, only what Leon could remember, because Uther refused to speak of her (she thought that was a little heartbreaking, but hid it well).

Arthur kept his word, and never stayed for longer than ten minutes, but Hunith worried; she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold Arthur off for very long. He had visited around thirteen times, and Merlin had been asleep for every one of them.

Arthur would want to wake him up eventually, to actually talk to his soulmate, and who knows what Merlin would do.

Eventually, a few months before Merlin’s fifth birthday, Hunith sat him down and told him what had been happening. That he and his soulmate were very special, and that Arthur had been visiting whilst he was asleep.

To say that Merlin was excited was a vast understatement, and Hunith had to quell her panic when he asked if he could visit Arthur where he was:

“No Merlin, I’m sorry, you have to stay here, remember?-”

She frowns sorrowfully at Merlin’s pout and teary eyes, before schooling her face into a smile and continuing:

“But I promise, next time he visits, I’ll wake you up and you can play together, does that sound fun?-”

She chuckles at his excited nod:

“But only if you don’t use your gift sweetheart, Arthur might not be as good at keeping secrets as you or I am, so we’ll have to wait until he’s older, do you understand?” she whispers that, hoping that it would be easier to convince him if he thought of it as a fun game, instead of a life threatening secret.

Merlin thinks for a minute before nodding:

“Yes mama. No magic until he’s older.”

Hunith pats him on the head, taking a deep breath and preparing herself for Merlin to repeatedly ask her how long until Arthur visited.

So that’s how it goes for several years, Arthur visiting Ealdor when no one was paying attention, he and Merlin playing quietly, with no magic, for a while, before Arthur popped back home.

Hunith was grateful for the current simplicity, but she knew it couldn’t last. Merlin had been asking more and more if he could visit Arthur, and it was only a matter of time before he snuck off without telling her.

That, and the magic problem.

Arthur had spoken of his lessons, how according to everyone at home, magic was evil. Merlin always looked so sad at that, and Hunith was grateful for the fact that Arthur didn’t sound so sure. But she also knew that it was only a matter of time before Arthur was convinced by his father’s determined hatred, and she didn’t want to see the heartbreak on Merlin’s face.

The first time The Little Prince spoke of an execution, he was eight, and Merlin had just had his seventh birthday. Merlin cried as Arthur described it, and Hunith had to stop the anger at Arthur growing in her: it wasn’t his fault, and he didn’t exactly sound happy about it at all.

If anything, he seemed almost as upset as Merlin and when Arthur had noticed Merlin’s tears, he stopped talking immediately and bit his lip, looking to Hunith worriedly.

Hunith clenched her jaw before wrapping an arm around each of the children, and speaking to Arthur quietly as Merlin still sniffled:

“Do you think you can keep a secret, Arthur? A really big one, from everyone? Even Leon and your dad?”

He nodded vigorously, and Hunith gives him a weak smile before looking to Merlin, who stared back at her with watery eyes:

“Go on then Merlin, I think he’s old enough to know, don’t you?”

Merlin nodded this time, a little more hesitantly than Arthur, but he looks to his soulmate anyway.

Arthur stared back with wide, worried eyes, and gasped as Merlin all but whispered:

“I was born with magic. I am magic.”

Arthur looks scared for a split second, before he shuffles close to Merlin and taking his pudgy hand in his own. He thinks for a second, before looking at Hunith quickly, and then Merlin. He gives a firm nod as he says:

“I don’t care, and I promise not to tell anyone. If you have magic then it can’t be evil, and when I’m King, I’ll make sure everyone else knows that as well.”

Hunith lets out a sigh of relief, feeling like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders as Arthur’s short arms pull the three of them into a tight hug.

The first time Merlin disappears, is almost a year later. Arthur was nine, and Merlin was only a few days away from being eight.

During Arthur’s last visit, he had told them of a new addition to the castle, a sad, dark haired girl called Morgana, a year older than him.

He explained that something had happened to her parents, and his father had taken her in.

Merlin seemed concerned at that, and Hunith had a feeling that it would only be a matter of time before her son decided he wanted to help her (the boy was dangerously empathetic, he teared up at even the thought of other people suffering).

When she found the scrawled note on the table (Arthur had begun sneaking books with him, and he and Hunith would sit with Merlin, teaching him to read and write as best they could) with backwards letters and misspelt words, she almost panicked.

But she sat herself down and took a deep breath, knowing that Arthur had managed to keep the secret so far, and that Merlin could just reappear if he found himself in danger.

That didn’t stop her from scolding a sheepish Merlin when he returned half an hour later.

Arthur and Merlin had organised it on their previous visit. Arthur would make sure that he was locked safely in his room at a specific time, and Merlin could come to him for a change. Then Arthur could go get Morgana (and maybe Leon) so he could meet them.

Morgana had only been there for a month or so, and she had yet to warm up to Arthur. She was quiet, but had a sharp tongue when she chose to speak, not that that had put Arthur off quite yet.

He was still determined that they would be friends, and Merlin was great! So what better way to get Morgana to like him, than to introduce her to Merlin?

Merlin was overjoyed when he appeared in Arthur’s room, the bedchamber being larger that the footprint of his entire house back in Ealdor. The bed itself was what he found most impressive, it was so huge and soft! And there were so many blankets and pillows! Merlin quietly thought to himself that he should come here more often.

Arthur was nervous. Excited, but nervous. They’d known each other for years now, but this was the first time that Merlin was actually seeing his home. What if he didn’t like it? What if he didn’t want to be soulmates anymore, because he preferred his own home?

(”Although-” The Little Prince started to think, “if Merlin decided he wanted to stay in Ealdor, I think I would just stay with him. ‘Gana can do all my boring King stuff here, and I can go be a farmer with Merlin.”)

Those nerves disappeared the moment he saw the grin on Merlin’s face. Arthur showed Merlin where to hide, just in case, whilst he went to fetch Morgana. He had already told her he had a surprise, so it shouldn’t take too long to persuade her to follow him.

Arthur found her in a flower garden hidden round the back of the castle, she gave in and allowed him to drag her by the hand to his chambers with only minimal grumbling. She did however glare as Arthur pressed a hand over her mouth when she went to question why they were hiding from everyone who passed them in the corridors.

Eventually they were stood outside Arthur’s chambers, but before they enter, Arthur turns to Morgana and whispers conspiratorially:

“This is a secret so you have to promise not to tell anyone, kay? Not even Leon or my dad.”

Before Morgana could reply, she gasps, looking over Arthur’s shoulder with wide eyes.

Arthur turns and bites his lip as he sees Leon (now 15, and well into his initial Knight training) leaning against the wall casually, arms folded on his chest, and an eyebrow raised:

“What is it that no one is meant to be telling me, My Lord?”

Morgana stands in silence, hands folded in front of her, trying to appear as casual as possible as Arthur stutters:

“Oh... err... nothing Leon. I just wanted.... I wanted to show ‘Gana what I learnt on the piano this morning!” He hears Morgana huff behind him, she hated when Arthur called her that, and had said as much to him, but he didn’t seem to care.

Leon raises his eyebrow even further as he begins walking towards the two children:

“Is that so? Well why is that such a big secret? Don’t you want to show me too?”

As Leon stops in front of Arthur, towering over the boy, he puts his serious “I’m-potentially-about-to-tell-you-off-if-you-don’t-start-telling-the-truth” face:

“I... uhh... wanted it to be a secret! Until I get better! Then I can show you and dad!”

Morgana struggles not to mutter complaints at his terrible lying as Leon sighs:

“Arthur, what have we said about lying? It makes communication hard, and makes it difficult for people to trust you, and will only lead to problems later on. Would you like to try again?”

Arthur looks to the floor as he shuffles again, and Morgana feels just a little sorry for him. Not that she would say that.

Leon sighs once more and crouches to his level, forcing Arthur to meet his eyes. He gives the young prince a small smile as he speaks:

“If you don’t want to tell me Arthur, that’s fine. “It’s a secret for me and Morgana” is a perfectly acceptable answer. But lying isn’t. If you promise me that you aren’t doing anything naughty, then I’ll trust you, but I would feel better if another adult did know about it.”

Arthur looks up at him at that, surprised. His father would never accept Arthur keeping secrets from him. He replies quietly:

“It’s a secret for me and Morgana... and an adult does know about it... sort of. And it isn’t bad, I promise! Buuuuut-”

Arthur fiddles with his hands as he looks to his door briefly, before looking back at Leon:

“-if you promise to keep it a secret too, then you can see!-”

Arthur pulls his face into a scowl before continuing:

“-but ONLY if you promise!”

Leon hums exaggeratedly, and rubs his chin:

“Well... I promise to keep it a secret IF it isn’t naughty, or hurting anyone. How does that sound?”

Arthur’s face breaks into a grin and he nods, before opening his door and stepping inside. He quickly waves the others in and shuts and locks the door behind them, taking their hands in his own:

“You can come out now Merls, I’ve bought them!”

Leon and Morgana were astonished when a skinny, semi-grubby, obviously peasant-boy, came crawling out from under Arthur’s bed, and had to hold in gasps.

Merlin stands awkwardly as Arthur grins at him, and waves nervously to the new-comers:

“Hi... I’m Merlin. Me and Arthur are-”

Before he can finish, Arthur excitedly interrupts him:

“He’s my soulmate!”

The room is silent for a while, Merlin getting more nervous by the second, Arthur practically bouncing off the walls with excitement (and being oblivious to the awkwardness), Morgana being marginally surprised but taking it in her stride, and Leon... well... Leon was absolutely freaking out. But you wouldn’t know that from looking at him.

After only about a minute (but it feels like forever for Merlin), Leon stutters some words out:

“Arthur where did you.... why... where did you find this kid??”

Arthur looks to him in confusion as he stops jumping up and down:

“I told you. He’s my soulmate.-”

He puffs up his chest and puts his hand on his hips, looking extremely proud of himself as he continues:

“-I found him all on my own. I’ve been visiting him forever, but I wanted him to come here for once, so he could meet ‘Gana.”

Morgana breaks out her stupor at that, and looks at Arthur incredulously before looking back at Merlin:

“Hi, Merlin.” with a small smile, which Merlin returns.

Leon takes in a deep breath, wondering how the hell he was supposed to deal with this. The Prince had... kidnapped a commoner? Without anyone in the castle noticing?? What??? Nothing in his lessons trained him for this.

He shakes off his confusion and finally looks away from Merlin, and to Arthur:

“Wait... what do you mean you’ve been visiting him? When have you been going? And where?”

Arthur swayed on the spot, trying to look innocent:

“At the beginning I went when I was supposed to be napping. Then I would go when I was meant to be doing self-study. I only go once or month or so, and not for very long. Merlin’s mum is always worried about someone missing me.”

Leon takes another deep breath:

“Arthur... how did you sneak out without anyone noticing? And how did you get Merlin in?”

As much as Leon wanted to solve the problem of “there is a random commoner child in the prince’s room” thing, he was also greatly disturbed by the fact that two children, who hadn’t even hit double digits yet, had been sneaking in and out of what was meant to be a heavily fortified, guarded, castle, for years.

Arthur seems to have a realisation at Leon’s questions:

“OH! Like this!”

With that, he runs out the room, and Leon goes to follow him, but the prince manages to shut the door just before he got there.

Morgana is looking on all of this with mild confusion and shock, not really understanding what was going on, but happy to wait quietly and see what would happen.

Just as Leon goes to open the door, he hears a pop, followed by a voice from behind him:

“See!” Leon freezes and he hears Morgana gasp.

The teen turns around slowly, to see a grinning Arthur stood next to a cheerful looking Merlin:

“Uhh... Arthur, how did you do that?-”

Leon begins panicking, the only thing running through his head is “sorcery!” and whilst he would like to believe that Uther would never harm his own son, with the way he was going with the purge... there was no guarantee.

He rushes forward and grips Arthur’s shoulders:

“I need you to tell me how you did that, right now Arthur, it’s important.”

Arthur frowns as he replies:

“I told you. He’s my soulmate. I just have to want to be with him, and I can be. Merlin’s mum says it’s super rare, and that makes us special.” Morgana once again gasps at that before smiling, and speaking for the first time since she said hello to Merlin:

“I heard about that! Two of the nobles in my old home could do it. It IS rare, but sometimes soulmates can blink and be next to each other, if they wanted that!”

Arthur and Merlin nod enthusiastically at that, and Leon sags with relief, now that his mind and heart weren’t racing so much, he did remember briefly reading something about that during his studies. And if all of this was just soulmate magic... then they should be safe.

Though by the looks of the boy... probably still best not tell Uther about it. He doubts the King would be pleased about his son being bonded with a peasant.

“Ok... ok.-”

Leon turns his attention to Merlin:

“-You said your name was Merlin? Does someone know that you’re here?”

Merlin nods as he replies:

“I left a note for my mum. But I can’t be too long though, or she’ll worry.”

Leon looks surprised at that:

“You can read and write?”

“I taught him!” comes proudly from Arthur.

Leon nods again and re-locks the door behind him, before gesturing at everyone to sit on the soft rug together.

After establishing that Merlin had only arrived just before Arthur went to fetch Morgana, Leon says that they can sit and talk for another 15 minutes or so before Merlin had to go home.

Arthur pouted at that, but a look from Leon stopped him before he actually complained. Morgana and Leon spent the time asking questions about Merlin: where he was from, and how old he was, and about his family.

Merlin was shy at first, but Arthur had been talking about Leon forever, and Morgana seemed nice, even if she did look a bit sad sometimes.

After their time was up, everyone gave Merlin a quick hug, and Arthur promised he’d try to pop over at some point next week (Leon definitely had to stop the momentary panic at that).

Merlin disappeared with a pop, and Arthur made Morgana and Leon promise not to tell once more. Once they promised, they each wondered off Morgana to an afternoon lesson, Leon to s training session, both deep in thought.

Arthur smiled to himself. He didn’t like keeping things from Leon, because he was the only one around who was any fun, and Morgana had definitely seemed happier. So his plan succeeded!

It continued like that for some time. Arthur was the one who went to Merlin’s most often, but occasionally Merlin would go to him.

Morgana slowly started cheering up, recovering from her grief, and the three of them (almost always overseen by an always-worrying Leon) loved spending time together, and playing in the safety of Arthur’s chambers.

Thankfully, Uther never questioned it, happy that his son and his new ward seemed to be getting along finally.

The first time Merlin woke crying from a nightmare that was filled with smoke and fire, he was twelve.

He appeared in Arthur’s room within seconds, wanting nothing but the comfort of having his soulmate next to him, and Arthur woke to the quiet sniffling of a distraught Merlin perched on the end of his bed.

Before he’s even fully awake, he has him wrapped in a hug, and is stroking his hair in an effort to calm him.

There may not be guards stationed outside his rooms during the day, but there were at night, and would be until he turned 18 (still four and a half years away), so they needed to be quiet.

They fall asleep curled up next to each other, clutching hands, and Merlin sleeps through the rest of the night without a problem. (They both wake with a start as a servant knocks on the door the next morning, and after the quickest hug they’ve ever shared, Merlin pops away, back to his own bed.)

That begins to happen more and more often, and after a couple weeks, Merlin is sleeping in Arthur’s bed most nights.

He isn’t quite sure if he sleeps so much better because the bed is worth more than his entire village (it’s so comfy!), or if his magic is more relaxed with Arthur by his side, but either way, the nightmares stop almost entirely.

Hunith realises fairly quickly what’s going on, and does worry briefly if going to the place his nightmares took place in was the best, but Merlin seemed happier, and less tired, and once he promised to always be back before the servants came into Arthur’s room, she was a little more ok with it.

(She also made Merlin and Arthur swear to tell Leon, just in case. She hasn’t met Leon of course, but the boys talk about him and Morgana constantly, and she was grateful that the boys had someone other than Gaius (who hadn’t actually met Merlin yet) to look out for them. At this rate, Leon wouldn’t be surprised if all of this caused him to have a heart attack before he was even officially knighted. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.)

Once Arthur finally persuades Merlin to tell him what his nightmares are about, he’s horrified. It’ll be then that Arthur will begin to be more vocal about his objection to the executions, and ask questions about magic. Uther always punishes him of course, but Arthur just learns to hold his tongue instead.

Merlin cries, Morgana smiles widely, and Leon is speechless, when Arthur tells them that:

“When I’m King, magic will be everywhere! Of course people will have to be careful with it, but in the same way us knights have to be careful with swords. Isn’t that right, Leon?”

Leon goes pale at that, and takes a few moments to respond:

“Right... well. Just.... make sure you do your research Arthur, and that you know all the facts, and do NOT, no matter what, ever tell your father about this. Do you understand?”

Arthur nods glumly. He’s tried to change his father’s mind in the past, and it got him nothing but bruised knuckles and an hour long yelled lecture and extra training hours with the knights.

Leon looks to a sniffling Merlin next, and asks him what’s wrong. Arthur holds in a worried gasp, and Morgana raises an eyebrow (even at 14, she was incredibly observant and smart, she knew what was up).

Merlin grabs Arthur’s hand, but looks up at Leon through thick eyelashes, and mumbles so quietly, Leon barely hears it:

“Promise you won’t get mad? Or hate me?”

Leon has a bad feeling that he knows where this is going, but he puts a gentle hand on Merlin’s shoulder and gives him a soft smile:

“I could never hate you Merlin, promise.”

At that, Merlin bites his lip, and glances at Arthur quickly, before looking to the fire in the hearth. Leon furrows his brow in confusion, and Morgana hides an excited smile as Merlin mumbles under his breath:

“Give me a dragon.”

Leon gasps and takes a step back as the flames flutter, as if blown by a strong wind, before morphing into a miniature dragon.

The royal sorta-siblings look on in wonder as Merlin screws his face in concentration, eyes glowing golden, and Leon stares, speechless.

After a few minutes of the dragon flying around the large fireplace, it fades back into the flames again. Morgana whispers under her breath:

“That was amazing!” and Arthur smiles proudly as Merlin takes in deep breaths. He’d never held it that long before, and it had worn him out slightly.

He looks back to Leon (who is still staring dumbly at the fire) and furrows his brows in worry:

“You did promise... you’re not scared of me are you?” He looks close to tears again, and the tremble in his voice grabs Leon’s attention once again.

The older teen gathers the three of them in a tight hug, before whispering (worried someone would hear, even though they never have before):

“Of course I’m not scared of you, Birdy (an affectionate nickname, started by Morgana, and picked up by everyone else, much to Merlin’s chagrin), you just have to promise to be careful. I promise to try my best, but if someone else finds out I probably won’t be able to protect you, Ok?”

At that he pulls back, but grips Merlin’s shoulders tightly, worry written all over his face. When Merlin only nods infinitesimally, Leon shakes him ever so slightly, and gives him a desperate look:

“OK??” Merlin nods more vigorously, and mutters out an “I understand, Leon.”

Leon lets go and sighs, looking to the floor and fiddling with his hands hidden behind his back (one of the many rules he learnt growing up as a noble: fidgeting is a sign on weakness).

He takes in a fortifying breath and moves his hands to his sides before looking out the window, noticing that it’s almost dusk and looking back to the three children with a smile:

“You best get home Merlin, it’s getting late and I don’t want your mum to worry. Same time next week, ok? Next time we see each other, I’ll be a knight.” He says it with a grin, and smiles light up on the other’s faces as well. They were young, but they knew how much this meant to Leon, especially Arthur, who was about a year into his training.

Merlin gives everyone a quick hug, lingering a little longer on Arthur (like always) before stepping back, and disappearing with a pop.

The secret is revealed when Merlin is 15 (Arthur being 16, Morgana being 17, and Leon being 22).

The four of them had agreed a next meeting time, like normal, though they were having to be far more careful. With Arthur being older, he was being saddled with more and more responsibilities. His training hours and lessons were longer, he was expected to travel away from the city more, and he shadowed The King whilst he undertook his duties for the rest of the day.

Uther had mentioned Arthur’s soulmate in passing a few times (that always incited a hidden smirk from Morgana, and a nervous gulp from Leon, if he was around).

But Arthur always managed to derail the conversation and avoid the topic by saying something along the lines of “Finding my soulmate is important to me father, but not as important as learning to be the best King I can be for the kingdom. I feel the pull everyday, but until I am steadfast in my abilities and duties, it will remain unimportant to me.”

Uther always looked partially sad at that, he had loved Arthur’s mother, his soulmate, very much. But mostly he is proud at Arthur’s confidence and determination and loyalty.

If only he realised that Arthur was lying through his teeth, and had decided when he was incredibly young that he would happily hand all of it over to Morgana, in order to lead a simpler life with Merlin.

Anyway.

The next meeting time had been agreed. But bandits had been sighted causing trouble a few hours outside of the city, and Arthur was called to attend an emergency council meeting.

The page didn’t leave his side for a second, leading him straight to the council-room, meaning that Arthur couldn’t pop away for even two seconds to warn Merlin not to come.

He just had to hope that the meeting was over quick, and he could escape somewhere solitary before the young Warlock came around.

He was so close.

He paid close attention during the meeting, making excellent suggestions and being generally helpful, in an effort to speed things along. This backfired in a way he didn’t quite expect.

The meeting ended, knights sent to deal with the problem in the manner decided, and councilman heading back to whatever it is they did when not in meetings (at this point Arthur still doesn’t know, and is too afraid to ask).

The Prince had almost made it out of the door before Uther called him back in. He halts in the doorway, and Morgana, ahead of him in the hallway, looks back, giving him a fearful look and mouthing “Give him an excuse! Hurry!”

Arthur turns back to the room (now devoid of everyone but The King and himself):

“I apologise father, but I was in the middle of-”

Uther gives him a stern look, and crooks a finger towards himself:

“Come. Here.”

Arthur schools his face, appearing blank, as he re-enters the room and shuts the door behind him. He stands to attention in front of his father, and figures this is just another part of the meeting he would have to hurry along.

He glances at the shadows on the wall quickly, he should have another few minutes, as long as Merlin didn’t get too excited and appear earlier than he’s meant to.

“I wanted to congratulate you today Arthur. You did very well-”

He places a hand on his son’s shoulder and smiles hesitantly:

“-I... I’m proud of you. You’re learning well, picking things up quickly. You understand the workings of court and council near fluently now, and Sirs Kay and Leon tell me that your combat training is going astoundingly.”

Arthur’s resolve crumbles a little at that, and he almost forgets his desperation to leave the room:

“I... thank you, father. I’m trying my best to do you and the kingdom proud.”

Uther nods firmly at that and removes his hand, stepping back, the tender moment over as quickly as it had begun:

“Good. You are dismissed for the day, go back to your studies.”

Arthur struggles to hold in a relieved sigh as he bows briefly before turning around and almost rushing towards the door. He is too late however, and just as he reaches for the doorknob, he hears the tell tale pop sound from behind him. He freezes as he hears:

“Arthur, where the hell-” quickly interrupted by his father roaring:

“WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?! GUARDS!”

Arthur rushes to turn around and grabs Merlin’s hand, pulling him to the side as guards burst through the door he was just stood in front of.

All of them raise swords at the terrified boy that Uther was pointing at, and Arthur quickly positions his body between them and Merlin:

“NO! Don’t hurt him! Please!”

Morgana rushes in just moments after the guards, and spots the boys immediately, stepping around the knights and standing next to Arthur defiantly. Uther looks affronted before yelling, red-faced:

“What is the meaning of this? Explain yourselves this instant, and get away from that beast!”

Morgana tightens her jaw as she takes Merlin’s other hand protectively in her own. She can feel him shaking, but knows he is too scared to just disappear again. She’s secretly grateful for that. If Merlin disappeared now there would be a manhunt and demands of explanations. The King might believe them if they can show him the truth (the same way the boys had shown her and Leon all those years ago).

“Please father, just listen. Merlin is my soulmate, it isn’t sorcery, we simply have a bond stronger than others-”

At Uther’s still-angry snarl, Arthur straightens his back, and takes in a breath, standing still and strong:

“You will NOT harm him. I would lay down my life before you lay a hand on him.” The guards falter a little at that, but still keep their swords raised.

Arthur hears Merlin take in a shaky breath at that, and squeezes his hand slightly. Morgana nods her agreement and Arthur gives her a brief, grateful smile as she says confidently:

“The same goes for me, if you wish to harm Merlin, or separate him from Arthur, you will have to order your guards to strike me down first.”

Uther lets out a growl at that:

“Soulmate or not, he used sorcery to appear out of thin air. That is treachery!”

Arthur huffs before shouting back:

“NO! Just ask Gaius, or Geoffrey. Occasionally, there are soulmates whose bond is stronger than normal, just ask Gaius-”

Arthur gives Uther his own growl as he continues:

“-And like I said. I would challenge you yourself, before I allowed anyone to hurt him.”

Uther slumps slightly and narrows his eyes at his son before telling one of the younger guards to fetch Gaius and Geoffrey immediately. He does however tell the other guards to keep their swords trained on the boy, and Merlin almost takes a frightened step back, only stopped by Arthur and Morgana, who hold him steady.

Arthur and Uther remain in a hard staring contest for the few minutes it takes the guard to return, Gaius and Geoffrey in tow.

Gaius glances at Merlin in surprise, but covers it quickly as he returns his gaze to The King as he growls:

“Tell me all you know of soulmate bonds.”

Geoffrey speaks first, confusion in his tone:

“My Lord?”

Uther levels a glare at him as he yells:

“NOW!”

Geoffrey is taken aback, but replies immediately:

“Well My Lord, everyone on this earth has a soulmate, someone whose soul is bound to your own. The bonds provide a compass of sorts, meaning that one can always tell what direction their soulmate is, and, with practice, roughly how far away they are. No one is certain of how these bonds come about, though centuries of research show that they aren’t harmful in anyway, and other than incredibly rare, extreme, cases, the two whose souls are bonded are a perfect match for each other; bound to fall in love-”

Gaius jumps in here:

“And in even rarer cases, My Lord, a pair may appear whose bond is so strong, they have further... abilities. This pair of souls will be able to appear to each other at will, only needing to wish to be in the other’s presence. They are also able to disappear again, but may only transport themselves to the position they were before. Academics are even more perplexed as to how these bonds are forged, though the only known pairs with such a bond have all gone on to achieve great things.”

Gaius resists the urge to look towards the three teenagers, and keeps his placating gaze on The King, who does seem to be calming slightly. Uther looks to Geoffrey for confirmation, and the librarian nods, adding:

“It is incredibly rare sire, but possible, and proven.”

Uther is considerably less angry now, but the guards don’t relax, and neither do Arthur or Morgana as The King speaks again:

“How would one prove such a bond, and differentiate it from sorcery?”

Gaius jumps to answer this question, trying to keep control of the situation:

“Well one could simply ask for a demonstration-”

He gestures to the teenagers still huddled to the side:

“-I’m assuming that these...?-”

At Uther’s stiff nod, he continues:

“-might I ask Prince Arthur to leave the room, the door shut behind him, and demonstrate his ability?” Uther looks angry for a moment, and Morgana tightens her hold on Merlin as he takes in a scared gasp. After a few moments of deliberation, The King looks to his son and gives a slight, but firm, nod.

Arthur gives Merlin a quick smile, and reluctantly lets go of his hand before saying:

“I’m only leaving him if the guards sheath their swords, and step back-”

Uther goes to interrupt him, but Arthur continues harshly:

-And THAT, is final.”

Uther gives a nod once more, and the guards cautiously put their swords away. Arthur nods at Morgana, and she takes his place directly in front of Merlin as he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Morgana can feel Merlin shaking behind her, but she grits her teeth, and squeezes his hand. She meant what she said, she would force the guards to cut her down before she allowed them to hurt her friend.

A second later, she hears the tell tale pop, and smirks slightly at the astounded look on Uther’s face, not having to look to know that Arthur was now stood behind her.

Uther still looks slightly disbelieving, but before he can say anything (or God forbid accuse his son of sorcery) Gaius speaks up:

“I have both ancient and modern literature on the subject My Lord, if you would like to read about it.”

Uther lets out a sigh, and purses his lips before looking to the physician:

“Very well. Have them ready for me tonight. Everybody out! I wish to talk to my son and this... boy.”

Gaius throws one last glance to the three teenagers, before shuffling out the room, closely followed by Geoffrey and the guards. Morgana stays in place.

Uther looks exasperated before saying:

“That includes you, Morgana. Out-”

Morgana interrupts him angrily:

“No. I will not leave. Merlin may be Arthur’s soulmate, but he’s my friend as well. I won’t allow you to hurt him, or speak down to him.”

Uther looks enraged once again, but Arthur speaks before he can start yelling again:

“I shan’t talk about it unless Morgana is allowed to remain, father. She has been nothing but loyal and protective of Merlin, and as his soulmate, I appreciate that greatly. She stays.”

Arthur thought about demanding that Sir Leon be summoned as well, but he didn’t want to get the man into trouble, he had already done so much for them. And besides, Arthur is fairly certain that if he continues to order his Father around like this, he’ll lose his temper once more. There’s only so many demands someone can make of the King before context becomes unimportant, and it becomes a matter of pride.

Uther grits his teeth once more before nodding, and muttering out a quiet “Fine.”.

The King straightens himself, and regains his regal composure before speaking once again:

“Merlin, was it? Bring yourself forward, boy.”

Morgana goes to argue, and Arthur looks insulted, both about to retort against the tone and choice of words, but before they can say anything, Merlin pushes between them, to face Uther head on.

He gives a small bow, but maintains eye contact, and speaks once he raises again:

“Yes sire, my name is Merlin.”

Uther scowls as he looks him up and down, and Merlin can feel Arthur and Morgana fuming either side of him.

“You look like nothing but a farmer. I will not have my son and only heir, bonded to a peasant.”

Merlin goes to retort at that, indignant at having his worth as a person lowered by his class status, but before even Arthur can speak up, Morgana steps forwards angrily:

“I told you, I will not allow you to speak down to him. Merlin is a wonderful person. Kind, and compassionate, and wise beyond his years; he’s twice the man most of your so called nobles are, you will treat him with the respect he deserves, or the three of us will leave right now.”

Merlin is taken aback at that. I suppose because it’s only ever been the three of them, and Leon, he’s never really seen Morgana angry. Sure, he’s listened to her rant about the unjustness of Uther’s laws, but never anything like this. The display of somewhat aggressive protectiveness from her definitely makes him tear up a little.

Uther’s face turns red at her demand, and he looks about ready to kick off again, but Arthur steps forward, in line with Morgana (once again, leaving Merlin protected behind them):

“As she said father. Merlin is my soulmate, whether you like it or not. I will not leave him, we will not be separated, and that will never change. If you can not speak to him respectfully, then you won’t speak to either of us at all.”

Merlin takes Arthur’s shoulder and pushes himself forward again before saying quietly:

“Arthur, no, he’s your father. I don’t mind, it’s fine, maybe I should go?”

Arthur doesn’t look at him, but takes his hand wordlessly, gripping it tight as he glares at Uther (who looks slightly taken aback at the offer).

Morgana once again takes Merlin’s other hand and says:

“No. We’re resolving this now, and The King is just going to have to come to terms with the fact that someone’s status does not define their worth.” She looks pointedly at Uther at that, and the older man sighs, rubbing his eyes slightly, before gesturing to the council table:

“Fine. Arthur, Morgana, Merlin, take a seat, and we shall discuss how we plan to move forward.”

END OF PART 1

Part 2 is up! Part 3 is up!

Let me know what y’all think :)

#merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #merthur soulmate au #uther #uther being a dick #morgana #good morgana #bamf merlin #arthur #prince arthur #arthur pendragon #uther pendragon #leon #sir leon #gaius #geoffrey

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maladeusa · 2 years

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Planning the future(George Weasley X fem reader)

That’s the first one-shot I post in this style, I hope you guys have a pleasant reading and I would like to receive some feedback.

The day was normally busy at the Weasley Wizard Weezes, there where lots of kids and parents inside the store looking for things they would want to buy. This wouldn’t bother Y/n to much as she was used to do the work and the auror training. Fred was at the office working on a new project and George was checking the items inside the stock, so she was only with another two attendants, one in the cash and the other helping some clients.

Y/n was looking for something wrong or someone to help, everywhere she looked there where clients, children playing with the products, teenagers searching for love potions or teachers and other adults trying to find something to help them in their jobs. The woman bumped into a person, most known as her oldest teacher of spells mr. Flitwick, that was handing a shield hat.

"Oh I’m so sorry miss! Merlin's beard Y/n y/l/n it’s been so long I don’t see you, how are you dear?"

"I’m good professor, thank you! What about you, how are things at school?"

"Everything is going fine, I’m enjoying Easter time to prepare some classes, as I could see the kids used so many products from the store so I decided to buy some to study."

"That’s so great! The store is really full of hogwarts students who usually make pranks with their colleagues, who would think that the jokes of the twins would become something so big like this."

"You’re so right, on purpose I received your weeding invite last week and I’m really excited to go, I’ll sent an owl confirming my presence as soon as possible."

"Thank you professor, George and I will be so happy to have you there."

"Are him and Fred right? They’re probably to busy."

"Yeah, they’re working a lot but everything is good!"

"That’s great to know, we’ll the chat is nice but I need to go. See you soon miss Y/n."

"See you soon professor!"

Flitwick walked trough the corridor and disappeared inside a amount of people. Y/n walked to the other side and saw a ginger girl, who looked like 6 or 7 years old, trying to jump and take a product in the shelf almost getting it. Walking over to the girl, Y/n picked up the box that contains the electric shock shake glove.

"Here you go darling."

"Thank you miss, I hope I grow more this week in the last one I got five centimetres."

"I’m sure you will, by the way what you pretend to do with this?"

"Prank my oldest brother."

The little girl said while looking at the box, she started reading the back of it:

"Electric shock shake, crowd-pleasing concoctions. The product is not safe for use by pregnant women, I think this will fit my idea. By the way mom can’t use it because she’s pregnant."

"Really? That’s cool, what do you think your sibling will be?"

"Mom told me that is a baby girl, it’s nice to have another person to play with so we are going to be the sisters duo and the siblings trio. Anyway, how much this costs?"

"Three galleons."

Y/n pointed her finger to the tag, the girl looked to it then to the woman’s hand and saw her ring.

"Your ring is so beautiful, are you married?"

She looked to the ring with some pieces of quartz in it.

"Almost, my fiancé gave it to me."

"It fits you, you’re so beautiful."

"Thank you sweetie, you’re beautiful as well. I hope someday I’ll have a daughter just like you."

Y/n smiled and the girl smiled back, some footsteps where coming behind them.

"Madeleine? There you are! I looked for you trough all the store."

The little girl looked at her mom and then at the floor.

"Oh dear don’t worry I’m not arguing I was just worried, next time tell me where you’re going ok?"

"Ok mom, I was not doing anything wrong I was just talking with this woman from the store, she helped me."

"Thank you so much miss, this girl is so smart that sometimes I get lost with her."

"Oh no problem, we had a good chat, by the way your forgetting this."

Y/n handle the little redhead the box with the glove and taped her forehead.

"Thank her dear and let’s go pay it."

"Thank you so much miss."

"You’re welcome sweetie, I hope to see you again soon!"

Madeleine smiled and winked at Y/n, an euphoric boy approached the girl and for the similarities between them Y/n tough he was her oldest brother, they also reminded so much Ron and Ginny when younger. Y/n could heard a bit of the conversation and her heart melted seeing their connection.

"Maddy look what I got! I choose these sticky trainers and one of the owners gave me two Screaming Yo-Yo's, take one."

The girl smiled and started playing with the noisy toy while both of them giggled, those actions made the woman’s heart melt. She was so focused on them that she didn't realize that a tall ginger man wearing a brown suit was coming from the right, he studied her features a little and smiled while admiring her beauty. He taped twice on her shoulder and then grabbed her waist pulling their bodies together.

"Maybe having three kids isn’t a bad idea, what do you think?"

"They’re adorable but we need to think more."

"Of course darling we’re not even married yet, but anyways I wondered something when I saw them"

"What is it?"

"Would our kids be ginger or h/c? They for example have some little traces of the mom but, as she’s a brunette, their hair is probably from the father"

"Or from the next door neighbour."

They started laughing genuinely but a noise that came from George’s belly took Y/n's attention.

"It’s time for lunch as we can see."

"Yeah where do you want to go today lovely?"

"I don’t know, maybe that new restaurant that open at number 85."

"I think it’s a good ideia, let me just tell Fred that we’re going out for the hour."

After George told Fred that he would be out with his fiancé they headed to the restaurant, they didn’t talk much in their way and only enjoyed the company of each other.

"This food is amazing I don’t know why this restaurant haven’t open before."

"I totally agree with you, by the way continuing our conversation about the kids I think if we have ours they would probably been mixed or with distinct hair colors, unless we have a metamorphmagus. Anyway I would like if they’ll be gingers."

"Me too but if they’d look like you I’m going to be so proud of, imagine having a little Y/n pulling pranks on everyone."

"Or a little George running trough the store!"

Both of them smiled by the tough and then George started giggling, this was probably the thing in him that Y/n loved the most, he had every quality a woman would like in a men but probably this joy and happiness was so full in him. Create a family with George was probably the best decision she had.

— — — — — — — — — —

The time passed by quick, Y/n could finish all her job and was only closing the store to go upstairs spent a little time with her fiancé. As she checked out everything she decided to see if the boys were still in the office, they were filling out some forms and seeing the sales of the day, Y/n decided to not interrupt them and headed to the flat.

While in her's and George’s room she changed her work uniform to a comfortable pyjamas, she covered herself with the duvet and also picked up a book to read. Her fiancé arrived some minutes after and changed his clothes as well, when both of them were already set Y/n closed her book and turn the lamp off. It was a beautiful night, the moon was almost full and her shine almost covered all the room. George and Y/n stared the ceiling trying to sleep but starting a conversation minutes after.

"N/n if we have a baby girl in the future, what would you like to namer her?"

"To be honest I have a list in my head full of ideas, my favorites are Bethany, Luna, Julie, anyway what about you?"

"I think Julie is a cool name but I’ve been thinking that if we have twin girls we should name them Eliza and Bethany so they would be the Elizabeth duo."

"That’s genius! We have a deal then, but what about if we have boys not twins but in general, what names you like more?"

"We should name our son Edward George Fabian or George extended version"

"Oh please George we're not going to name our son like this, we need to be creative but wise."

"Maybe Philip, Louis or better Charles, these names are to much normal but I can change a few things."

"Oh no George Fabian Weasley I won’t let you do this."

"Why not? I’ve been thinking about easy ways to change my sons name to not embarrass him. Imagine the tradition to name another twins with the names of other twins of the family."

"This would be funny, but no."

"Let’s make a deal then, if you become pregnant and the baby will be a boy we flip a coin, if it’s heads I choose the name and if it’s tails you chooses it."

"A quidditch match would be better, one of us only need to catch the golden snitch to be the one to choose the name, but the names need to be approved by me first."

"I think it’s a great deal, pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

As they interlace their fingers George pulled Y/n's body to his and kissed her passionately, showing as much love as he could. Both of them stayed hugging each other for a while, George’s mind was still working on the conversation they had some minutes ago, he was thinking about how his kids would look like. He imagined a little girl just like her mom but with his ginger hair running trough the house, while Y/n was holding a baby boy with her h/c hair, some freckles in his face and his eyes just like George’s. He came out to reality and realised that Y/n was completely asleep in his arms, almost as a whisper to himself he talked to her.

"You know darling, I hope our kids will be as beautiful as you are and of course as I am too, I hope they have your eyes, your beautiful nose, your ears as I have only one now…"

George chuckled with the last sentence, while talking he started tracing his fingers trough her face feeling the little movements of her snores and the beats of her heart. His eyelids started to get heavy and his breathing was adjusting.

"I love you to the moon and back."

They fell sleep together and dreamed about this possible future.

#george weasley #romance #oneshot #fanfiction #fred weasley #fred and george #weasley family #harry potter

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theresthesnitch · 3 years

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Crooked

A/N: another entry for @harryandginuary BINGO. I had a lot of fun with this one. I hope you do too.

Did you know that Charlie Chaplin once came in third in a look alike contest?

Read it here on AO3.

Prompt: O 73. You've dared me to do this as a joke but there's no way I'm backing out now.

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"You don't have to do it."

Harry scoffed. "Of course I do.

"Listen, mate," Ron said. "I realize I'm the one who dared you to do it, but you don't have to actually enter the Harry Potter look alike contest."

"You may have meant it as a joke, but I'm committed now. I'm going to do it."

They stood in line at the registration table, and Harry looked around the room. The costumes were really bad. Did people think he really dressed like that? Looked like that?

The person in front of him moved, and Harry stepped up to the table with a nervous smile. "One entry, please."

"You can't charm your eyes green."

Harry, confused, replied, "I didn't?"

The witch sitting at the registration table narrowed her eyes at him. "It's against the rules of the contest. You can charm the scar; you can't charm the eyes."

"Solid rule. Good catching this one," Ron said from just over his left shoulder.

She pointed her wand at Harry's face, and his hand twitched for his wand before she said, "finite incantatum." Harry stood there staring at her, eyes unchanged. "Fine, whatever, it's not the right color anyway, so it won't help you."

Harry wondered briefly if Ron was going to die of laughter. "Er, right. Okay. Can I enter now?"

The witch rolled her eyes. "Name?"

"Harry Potter."

The witch fixed him with such a glare that he was sure he was going to implode under it. Ron, meanwhile, was struggling to breath.

"Obviously, buddy. But I need your real name to register for the contest."

Harry blanked. "But, my name really… James. James Evans."

"Alright, James. You're going to be number 4. When the time comes, they'll call you on stage."

"Right, thanks."

Harry walked away with Ron wiping tears from under his eyes. "Merlin, I'm glad you did this. It's going to be so fun for me."

Harry smiled. "I've never been so anonymous in my life. No one's even looking at me!"

"Of course not, mate. You don't even look like Harry Potter."

"Yeah, apparently I got the eyes wrong."

Ron looked around the room that was slowly filling up. "I can't believe you let my sister judge this."

"First off, if you think I let Ginny do anything, you are very much mistaken about how our relationship works. And never let Ginny hear you say that I let her do something. Second," Harry shrugged a shoulder, "it's for charity."

"Alright, I guess that's-"

"Your scar is crooked."

Harry turned around to face a slightly short, wiry man wearing a number 6 with blond hair and the most elaborate lightning scar he had ever seen. Do these people even know what I look like? "Excuse me?"

"Your scar is crooked," not-Harry 6 said. "You messed up the charm, and it's not even straight. Sloppy work."

"Huh," Ron said, looking Harry straight on, "your scar is a bit crooked."

Harry chuckled before turning back to not-Harry 6. "Thanks, mate. Good looking out."

"You can't really expect to compete if you don't put in the effort. Better luck next time." Not-Harry 6 walked away and left Harry standing with his mouth hanging open and Ron, once again, dying of laughter next to him.

"Ron, I think I might lose the Harry look-alike contest."

"Harry, your fiancée is judging." Ron clapped Harry on the shoulder. "You're absolutely going to lose the look alike contest."

"Welcome, everyone, to this year's War Orphan Carnival. We're ready to start our Harry Potter Look-Alike Contest. Can I get all the contestants on the stage?"

Harry walked on stage with a handful of other contestants, and lined up next to a witch with a number 3 around her neck. Harry did a double take looking at her. She looked remarkably like him. He looked out to where Ron was standing in the crowd with a dumbfounded expression on his face. He raised an eyebrow in question. It has to be charms, right? Ron shrugged in response.

"Now everyone, we have a very special guest judge for our contest this year," the announcer said. "If anyone can tell us who the true Harry Potter look alike is, it would be her. Let's give a big round of applause for Ginny Weasley!"

Ginny walked on stage and immediately locked eyes with Harry. He shrugged a shoulder, and her eyes glimmered with mischief. She walked to the microphone, said a few words, and then was walking down the line of contestants. She chatted briefly with not-Harry 1, who was a tall wizard wearing Gryffindor robes, and not-Harry 2, who wore red and gold Quidditch robes and carried a broomstick.

Ginny stopped in front of not-Harry 3 and looked her up and down. She looked over at Harry with wide eyes, then back to not-Harry 3. “That’s a really impressive costume. Did you use charms?”

“No,” said not-Harry 3. “I’m Harry Potter.”

“Right, of course,” said Ginny. “It’s very good. Is that your natural hair?”

“Yes.” Not-Harry 3 was not very talkative.

“Great!” Ginny seemed a little lost now. “Well, good luck!”

Ginny stopped in front of Harry and looked him up and down. “Tell me about your Harry costume.”

Harry smiled. “Apparently I got the green eyes wrong and the scar is crooked.”

“Idiot.” Not-Harry 6 was apparently listening in. “You don’t tell the judge how you messed up the costume. Amateur.”

Ginny looked up to Harry’s forehead. “Huh, it is crooked.”

“Told you,” mumbled not-Harry 6.

“Maybe I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself,” Ginny said with a coy smile.

“Oh?” Harry asked. “What do I have to do?”

“Just answer a few trivia questions.”

“Were we supposed to memorize Harry Potter trivia for this?” asked not-Harry 2 to not-Harry 1. “I don’t remember seeing that in the rules.”

“Anyone can do Harry trivia,” Ginny went on, poorly concealed glee on her face. “I’m going to ask you Ginny trivia - things only the REAL Harry would know.”

“Alright,” Harry said. “Give me your best Ginny trivia.”

“Favorite color?”

“She’ll tell you it’s blue, but it’s really green. Green like a fresh-pickled toad.”

Ginny shook her head. “Favorite food?”

“French toast, but only if it is served with powdered sugar and not syrup.”

“Favorite number?”

“Seven.”

“Favorite season?”

“Autumn.”

“Favorite flower?”

Harry froze and his jaw dropped. Did she have a favorite flower?

“I - uh - Gerbera daisies?”

“What, no. That’s Hermione’s favorite flower.”

“It is?” said Ron’s voice from the audience. An echo of laughter went around the crowd.

“It is,” Ginny said over her shoulder. “One more chance. My fiance would absolutely know my favorite flower.”

Harry racked his brain, but he couldn’t think of a single other flower. “Lily?”

Ginny snorted. “No. Daffodils. Nice try, but you are clearly not a very good Harry Potter.” She winked, and moved down the line to not-Harry 5.

Not-Harry 5 was a little child who barely came up to Harry’s waist. His hair was rumpled, and he wore black robes with a stuffed white snowy owl on his shoulder. Ginny squatted in front of him. “Hi, sweetie. What’s your name?”

“Connor.”

“Hi Connor. I like your owl.”

“Thanks. I have a wand, too.” He held up a stick that had tape and glue around the end for a handle.

“Where did you get that wand, Connor?”

“I made it,” he said. “See, I put glue and tape, and it goes swish swish.” He waved the wand around.

“It’s very good. I was afraid I was going to have to tell Harry you had his wand. It looks so much like his!”

“Thank you. Mummy drew a scar on my forehead too. See.” He pointed at his head.

“I see. Your scar is not crooked, Connor.” he nodded his head. “Connor, do you know what Harry Potter’s favorite spell is?”

“Expelli-arms!” Connor waved his wand around when he said it, and Harry’s heart melted.

“Very good! You’re a very convincing Harry.”

“Thank you. He’s my favorite.”

“He’s my favorite, too. I’ll see you later, okay Connor?”

“Bye, Ginny.”

Ginny stood up and moved down to not-Harry 6, who was now sporting a black Harry wig. Not-Harry 6 regaled Ginny with an explanation of how his clothing choice was authentic and how he had done extensive research into the kinds of clothing that was preferred by Harry when he was at Hogwarts. Harry rolled his eyes and hoped no one was taking notes on this.

At last, Ginny walked back up to the podium. “Ready to make your choices?” the announcer asked.

“I am.” Ginny conferred briefly with the announcer, then stood to the side

“In third place, Number 6!” Not-Harry 6 walked forward to accept his medal, and returned to his spot. Harry could hear him grumbling slightly.

“Second place, Number 3!” Not-Harry 3 accepted her award quietly to a smattering of applause from the crowd.

"And finally, our grand winner in our Harry Potter Look-Alike Contest is, drumroll please," The announcer paused everyone in the room drummed their hands on their legs, "Number 5!”

Connor lit up like it was the best day of his life, and walked forward to grab his trophy. He tripped over the edge of his robes a bit, causing not-Hedwig to wobble on his shoulder, and then stood next to Ginny.

“Congratulations, Connor.”

“Thank you, Ginny.”

“Connor, would you like to meet the real Harry Potter?”

Connor’s eyes were as big as saucers, and he nodded emphatically. Ginny turned back to the announcer. “Roger, I happen to know that Harry is here today, and I think I can convince him to come up and say hi.”

The announcer’s face lit up. “Oh, ho ho! A special treat indeed. Mr. Potter, are you here today?”

The crowd went absolutely silent, and Harry waited for a beat before walking forward.

“Not you, you wanker,” not-Harry 6 said. “Get back in line!”

Harry continued forward, and shot a wink over his shoulder. He walked straight up to Ginny, dipped her dramatically and pressed a kiss to her lips. The crowd went wild. He set her upright before breaking the kiss and heard, “Oh merlin. I just called Harry Potter a wanker,” from somewhere over his shoulder.

Harry knelt in front of Connor, who looked like he couldn’t believe what was happening in front of him. “Hi Connor. Congratulations on winning.”

“Thank you, Mr. Potter.” His voice came out at barely a whisper.

“Can you call me Harry, Connor?”

“Yes.” Still a whisper.

“You know, you get to go home and tell all your friends that you beat Harry Potter in a Harry Potter look-alike contest.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Harry parroted. “I like your Hedwig.”

“Thank you.” Connor’s voice was a bit louder now. “You’re my hero.”

“Want to know a secret, Connor?” He nodded emphatically. “You are my hero.” An “awww” went up from the audience. Connor’s face lit up and he threw his arms around Harry in a hug. “I bet your mom is here. Do you want to take a picture with Ginny and I?” He nodded again.

A few minutes later, they finished a round of pictures with Connor’s mom, and a few more for the Prophet with all three winners.

“Thank you, everyone,” Roger the announcer said. “Congratulations to our winners, and let’s hear a round of applause for Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley!” The crowd roared, and Harry and Ginny made to leave the stage when they heard a gasp.

“Oh my merlin. I told Harry Potter that his scar was crooked!”

#harry and ginuary bingo #ginuary bingo #harry potter #harry and ginny #ron weasley #ginny weasley #fluff #it makes me laugh #snitchwrites

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The Burrow (Fred Weasley x Plus Size reader )

Okay so this one has to be one of my Favorite story that I have written, might do a smutty part two if you guys want. Warning: Self deprecation, shaming, Fluff

And remember Boys,Girls and Non-Bionary, a person does not Define your worth, you do, you are worth it. 2.1k words

You walked down the halls, tears streaming down your face, you just left class with professor Lupin, you practiced Boggart, a spell used to see your worst fear, yours being Fred Weasley, someone who you’ve had a crush since the second year, rejecting you because of your body appearance. You’ve always suffered being accepted, your family didn’t love you because you didn’t fit in on their standard “Tall, Pretty, Skinny and Slytherin” you said in a whisper as you saw your sister pass you by not giving you a look, you weren't anything like them you were short, chubby and a Hufflepuff. You walked wiping your tears away bumping into someone “Oi watch whe- y/n? Are you okay?” you looked up and saw George, you weren't close with the twins but they knew you because you were close friends with Ron and Ginny “Hey love, are you okay?” said Fred coming from behind of George “Ye-yeah I just got out of Lupins class and we were trying Boggart and well yeah you know.” you laughed lightly and the boys came around you “C’mere” said Fred as they both hugged you “It's going to be okay, whatever happened in there is not going to happen outside, don’t worry” “The good old twin sandwich” you said as you giggled “The best for the best” Fred said smiling at you making you blush “Thanks guys” you said as they let go “I'll see you guys around” waving at them goodbye as you walked back to your common room.

A couple of days has passed since Lupin’s lesson and you were walking to the courtyard with your friends when your sister and her friends interrupted the walk “Hey y/n, I just wanted to tell you that Mom and Dad don’t want you to come home, they said that you'll ruin the family pictures with your ugly and fat face” she said laughing then walking away. You felt tears well up but felt someone grab your hand “You can come stay with us, you're beautiful and I know mom would love to have you at home and in this year's family picture” Ginny said smiling “I don’t want to ruin things Gin, I'll just stay here” you told her “Y/n, you're my best friend, you won't ruin anything, besides Ron is taking Harry and Hermione, I doubt mom would mind if I take you” “She's right” said Ron smiling at you too, you smiled and nodded taking their hands and walking to the library.

The day to leave to the Burrow arrived and you were nervous, not only you were going there for the first time and spend your entire winter break there, you were going to be in the same house with Fred Weasley, and you were a nervous wreck “Y/n” ginny said shaking you bringing you back to reality “What's wrong?” she said studying your face “I'm just nervous” “Why, because you have a crush on one of my brothers?” she said you just looked at her with wide eyes “I'm just joking, y/n, unless you do?” you just laughed and looked away blushing “Oh my Merlin, you do!” she squealed “Tell me, who is it” she said grabbing your hand “Who's what?” someone said you shot a look up the twins standing in front of you both “Nothing” you said quickly while standing up, ginny just smiled wider “I'm going to wait for you guys outside” you said basically running outside letting out a breath “It's one of the twins huh” Ginny said making her way to you “Merlin, you scared me” “Which one is it?” she said smiling at you “Ginny, stop please, it doesn’t matter which one it is, he’ll never like me back” you said looking down, Ginny was about to say something when suddenly all the Weasleys appeared “Ready to go?” you heard the twins say and you shot them a smile nodding grabbing Ginny's hand in one and Freds in the other one as you felt a slight blush creep as you looked at the hands his was larger than yours but yours fit perfectly with his, a small smile made its way across you face, the Ginny squeezed your hands causing you to look at her and a smirk played on her face “Now I know” she said as you all disappeared from where you were and got to the Burrow. Ginny let go of you but you still felt Fred holding your hand “Fred, you can let go” you said looking at him “S-sorry” he said blushing lightly “It's okay” you said walking towards your friends smiling as Ginny looked at you smirking raising an eyebrow “Stop Ginny, he was just embarrassed because he was holding my hand, nothing more” you said standing in between her and Ron “My Children” Molly said walking towards you guys and started hugging her boys heading down to hug Harry, Hermione and Ron then getting to Ginny “My perfect Girl” she said hugging her “and who might you be” she said getting to you smiling, she had a warm motherly feel to her and you loved her already “Hi” you said taking out your hand “Darling, we hug here so get used to it” she said taking you in to a hug “Mom, this is Y/n!” Ginny said “Oh y/n, I've heard much about you! I'm so glad you made it, Love” you smiled at her and started walking beside Ginny “Your mom is a sweetie” you said “She's the best” she said looking at her mom.

Walking into the Burrow you looked around “Woah, this is amazing” “This is Home” Ron said smiling “I love it” you said walking around then stopping at the Family photos looking at them, last year's photo had Hermione and Harry “This year's going to have you in it” you heard Fred say behind you causing you to jump “Ye-yeah” you said looking at the ground “I'm going to head upstairs to unpack “ you said smiling at him and walking away “You know she likes you” George said to Fred “Na I doubt it Georgie” causing George to scoff “Oi you're oblivious” he said walking away leaving Fred thinking. Fred made his way upstairs passing by your room and overheard you talking to Ginny “Ginny, I should leave” “Why?” “I feel I shouldn't be here” “Did one of my brothers do something?” “No, your brothers are lovely” “Specially Fred, huh” “Shut up, someone might hear you” you said causing Fred to let out a chuckle “Come on y/n, I know you like him” “Okay maybe I do, but Ginny it doesn’t matter, I'm not pretty and I'm fat, I mean why would he even like me, I know I'm not even his type, he must like someone tall and skinny like my sister, not me” you said choking a little causing Freds heart to break a little bit “Honey, you don’t know what Fred’s type is, heck I don’t know either, Freds never brought a girl home so you don’t know if you’re his type, besides you're beautiful and he would be an Idiot to not notice it” Fred nodded at her words even though no one could see him “Come on lets go downstairs with the others and drink some hot chocolate” Fred panicked and ran into Ron’s room which was in front of Ginny's room “Bloody Hell” he said closing the door “Fred, are you okay?” Ron asked him “Uh yeah I just uh” “You were eavesdropping, weren't you?” Ron said looking at him “Shut up” Fred shushed him “Maybe I was” “On who” “Y/n and Ginny, they were talking about me” “Oh yeah y/n, likes you” “Wait am I the only one who didn’t know” “I have no idea but it's really obvious, she's always acting shy around you and at first I thought it was because she didn’t know you well but she's been my best friend since first year so I just figured it was because she likes you, besides she only acts that way with you, with George she's normal” Ron said looking at Fred while he stared at him in disbelief “Ron’s right” Harry said “I heard her talking with Ginny before we left” “What do I do?” Fred asked the boys “Well do you like her back” “I mean yeah, why wouldn’t I? She's incredibly nice and Pretty, she's funny, and damn she has big thighs that I could just ea-” “Okay stop please” Ron said looking at Fred “Tell her mate” “I will, but when we’re alone” “We can make that happen” Harry said smiling at Fred “Great, ill head out downstairs” he said heading out the door and going down the stairs.

You and Ginny sat on the couch drinking the Hot chocolate that Molly made you “This tastes great Molly, thank you” you said giving her a smile “OfCourse sweetie, if you want anything else let me know” she said giving you a smile and going into the kitchen “So when are you telling Fred?” Ginny said turning towards you “Never?” you said looking at her “What no, you have to tell him, who knows maybe you’ll end up becoming my sister-in-law" Ginny said excited “Ginny, please” you said giggling standing up “I already told you, he won't like me back” “Who won't” you jumped as George made his way into the room “Bloody hell you scared me” you said placing your hand on your chest “Fred” Ginny said smirking at you “Ginny!” you screamed at her as your face turned red “Oi calm down y/n, I won't say anything besides I already knew” he said sitting down “What” you grew nervous “Yeah it's obvious” you felt yourself start shaking “I have to get out of here” you said turning you heels and heading out the door “Wait, Y/n” suddenly you bumped into Fred “Oi calm down where are you going?” he said with a concern look on your face, you didn’t say anything and pushed him away opening the door and running out. “what happened” Fred asked looking at his sister “I have no idea; we were just talking and she ran out” “What were you talking about?” Ginny looked over at George “What?” Fred asked again “Mate, we were talking about you” George said “Me?” “Yes you, she has a huge crush on you and thinks that you won't like her back” Ginny said “Who told her I wouldn’t?” Fred said and Ginny smiled “Thats what I said but she didn’t believe me, she told me that the Boggart she saw was you basically rejecting her” “I would never do that” Fred scoffed “Well, she's had a bad life full of rejection from people she loves, maybe she felt that it would be the same with you” Ginny said looking at him “I'm going to see where she went” with that Fred turned around and headed out the door.

You sat down trying to catch your breath “Breath y/n breath” you said to yourself looking up at the sky “Bloody Hell” you ran your hands through your hair “Hey, are you okay?” you heard someone say getting closer to you causing you to freeze up “Yes” you said in nervous tone “You don’t seem alright” said Fred as he stood in front of you looking at you “I-I'm okay” you said standing up “Are you sure?” he said placing a hand on your cheek “Fred” “What's wrong?” he said watching the change on your face and suddenly you broke down crying “D-do you remember the day I ran into you guys after I got out of the Boggart lesson” “Yes” he said “W- well, the thing I saw in the Boggart was you Fred” you said breaking down a sob as Freds face changed “Hey it's okay” he said shushing you “I saw you Fred, and I understand if you feel that way, but it was you, telling me I'm not worthy of love and telling me that because of my appearance no one will love me” you sobbed harder “Hey, hey that’s not going to happen” “Fred, I Like you, a lot” you said looking at him “And I understand if you don’t feel the same way I mean, I'm not pretty or ski-” “Hey look at me” he said placing his hands on your cheeks wiping your tears away “ I Like you too, I like how sweet you are, I like how you want to help everyone, you’re amazing and beautiful” “But I'm not thin” “Well Y/n, I don’t care, because I like you for you, and besides I have a thing for chubby girls” “Fred” “Can I kiss you?” you nodded slowly as he got closer placing a soft kiss on your lips, you kissed him back, separating from the kiss Fred placed his forehead on yours “I'm glad you came” “Me too” you said hugging him tight, he gave you a kiss on the top of your head and grabbed your hand walking back to the Burrow.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x plus size #fred weasley x reader #fred x reader #fred weasley smut #plus size #harry potter #harry x reader #harry potter smut #ginny weasley #ron weasley #draco malfoy #George weasly #fred and goerge weasley #hermione

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Can I request a Snape x Reader where the reader gets pregnant and reveals her pregnancy in the form of a Christmas gift, maybe some cute baby kittens? 🥺 absolutely love your work, and thought to keep it christmassy!

A/N: Thank you so much for your compliment and for this cute request! I hope you like the way this one turned out! ❤️

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Word count: 2189

Warnings: Mentions of throwing up, Swearing

Due to your Job at the tea shop at Diagon alley you always got very busy around the Christmas Holidays. Starting at the end of November the Wizards, Witches, goblins and a lot of more magic beings started to flood the small shop only to get the best tea in whole England, atleast that's what Severus your longterm boyfriend called it. Severus was a Potions Professor at Hogwarts one of the most popular schools for magic. The two of you met around 6 years ago when he ran into your shop only to get a bag of tea. He was very late and you actually already had closed but when your gaze met his you fell for him. That's why you let him in your shop after closing time to buy the last pack of peppermint tea. On the Next day he came back early in the morning as the first costumer of the day only to buy some more tea. This continued two weeks long until he had every variation of tea at his kitchen and finally dared to ask you out. Since then the both of you have been inseparable. The both of you never fought- you always somehow agreed with each other on every topic. Even though he might be a little older than you are, eleven years to be exact, he always shared your opinions.

That's why you knew exactly what to get for Severus on Christmas and what not. To bring more happiness into the small house at Spinners end the both of you always thought about adopting a cat. At first Severus was a little bit skeptical but when he saw that little kitten at the animal shelter in Cokesworth he fell in love with a little lady named Ally. He was crazy about her and you had never seen him this happy about something before. Because the Owls approached shortly before Christmas this year and you couldn't take some time off before the 24th of December you had to decide that Ally would move in with you the day after Christmas. It wouldn't be fair to her if she, as she was only a kitten yet, would've to stay at home all alone all day long. That's why you decided to wait which seemed to be the best solution for everyone.

Anyways. Today was the 16th of December and only after two hours after your shift started your feet started to hurt. This usually only happens short before your shift ended at 7 Pm but not at 2Pm. Not thinking anything about it you kept working and selling everyone the most variously teas in town. But it wasn't until a few hours later as you noticed how the smell of Vanilla almost made you choke. It turned from one of your favourite smells into your worst nightmare. Thinking about enchanting the damn box of vanilla tea you got more and more stressed out by every minute.

,,Is everything alright Y/N?" Your co-worker and chef Kim asked as she passed you a cup of tea. Curious she raised her brows.

,,Yes, I'm alright. Just caught a Cold or something." Smirking she nodded and you knew that she probably thought of completely other things.

,,Or maybe it's because you are all my cupcakes, dear." She now said in a bit huffing tone only to show you the empty plate as an evidence sign.

,,I'm sorryyy- they're just so great." Rolling her eyes Kim now sat down next to you. ,,I know. That's why you stole them the last few weeks from the fridge."

,,I'll get you new ones tomorrow, I promise." Chuckling you grabbed a cookie from your lunchbox before taking another sip of your tea.

,,I really hope so. Or else I have to ask Severus for a Potion that could make you hate Cupcake or I don't know.. enchant them or something. He's probably more intelligent than I am when it's about inventing spells and potions." She mumbled while browsing through a new catalog of tea ingredients and jars. The day went by without any further events and you almost couldn't wait anymore until Severus would come back home in less than 8 days by now.

Waking up in the morning you knew something wasn't right. Your stomach turned around and you barely made it to the toilet until the cupcakes and cookies from yesterday and the tea made their way up your throat again. This couldn't be happening. It was the most important time of the year for the shop and you just couldn't get sick right now. Somehow, even though you were 25 Minutes late, you still made it to the tea shop where a stressed out Kim was awaiting you.

,,Y/N! Thank Merlin you're here! I though you wouldn't come at all." Shaking your Head You silently took her place at the cashbox so she could do her job. As the lunchtime came around and you got to close the shop for round about 30 Minutes Kim wasn't waiting long until pressuring you to another smalltalk again.

,,Why do you look so sad? Did you forgot the Cupcakes or something?" Her Face was tensioned as the thought of not getting her loved cupcakes again.

,,They're in the fridge." You sighed before rubbing your eyes and leaning back against the wall. Watching her hovering above the plate of cupcakes you had to talk to her. ,,Sorry for being late. I just- I had to throw up all morning long. It's a nightmare." Holding a Cupcake in her hand the pink haired woman who was also somehow your best friend now listened closer to what you said.

,,Let's hope You're not pregnant, I wouldn't be able to lead the shop without you." She mumbled and bid into the sweet bakery in her hand. ,,Maybe it's just something about your Period coming up. PMS or so what."

,,I don't know. I can't even remember my last Period." You joked innocently, bid into a cupcake as well only to almost spit it out a few seconds after. Kim's eyes widened as well.

,,No way!" She said now putting the cupcake aside. ,,No fricking way!" Kim now gasped and held her hand above her mouth. You instantly realised that you couldn't remember your last period because you didn't had one. Wiping your mouth with a paper towel that Kim just gave you you rethought the last few months. The last time you really remembered your period was around October. October?! ,, Don't Play jokes on me!" She almost squeaked jumping happily up and down. If you really were pregnant she'd always of course support you and Severus. Wait- Shit- you had to tell Severus! But you didn't even made a test yet. Was it even necessary? Of course it was necessary. Looking back at Kimberly you just noticed how she had been talking to you all the time.

,,You know what, Sweety? You will take some time off today. I'll get Sarah to help me out and you can things get figured out, ok?" Just nodding easily you couldn't be happy just yet but just worry. If you were pregnant you were sure that Severus would be a lovely father but what about you? Are you ready to be a mom? A good mom the child of someone like Severus would deserve? And even worse if you weren't pregnant, would you feel sad or relieved? Would Severus even like to have kids with you? Your thought were so busy to rethink everything that you got out of words when you sat at the bathroom on the rim of the bathtub holding up the potion Kim just handed you and thinking about the Muggle pregnancy test you also got which were also about to tell you if you were expecting a baby or not.

,,And how do I use the potion?" You had asked Kim on the phone.

,,You have to spit in it and maybe shake it a little bit. If it turns red you're not pregnant." She said as her curiosity almost made her jump through the phone but you just hung up while still being shocked. Doing as she said you spit in the small jar, mixing it up with the fluid in it and shaking it. As you sat it down on the counter you buried your face in your hands. This was nerve wrecking! And a few seconds later you had your results.

24th December You had set up the Christmas Tree by yourself and already made Dinner so you and Severus could relax as soon as he would arrive late at the evening. Also you managed to pick up Ally earlier then planned due to Kim telling you to stay at home until Severus would be back again. The last few days you were so nervous it was stealing your sleep. Not being able to relax you sat on the couch watching Ally sleep in her small basket. Only when you heard the Keys turn in the lock you felt like some weight fell off your shoulders.

,,Y/N, love. I'm home." Your tall Boyfriend instantly went looking for you. Pulling you close to kiss you he softly hummed against your lips- you missed him so much! After he let go of you he instantly kneeled down to pet Ally. ,,She's so cute, isn't she?" Nodding he looked up to you. ,,She's a baby!" His voice was so high pitched it made you chuckle instantly. He was a strict man and seeing him becoming so excited about this tiny kitty was just too cute. As he got himself to let go of her he took off his jacket and sat down on the couch next to you. He always enjoyed slowly arriving at home just spending the first few moments with you but you were just too tensed. ,,Ready for Dinner?" You quickly pressed. Before Severus could answer you already hurried to the Kitchen.

The Dinner went on surprisingly unproblematic. He talked about the so very ugly Christmas sweater he got from Minerva and how he gave her some pink socks in return. To his disadvantage she loved the socks and wasn't upset or anything at all. They loved getting themselves the ugliest Presents they found so they could watch the other one being teased. Last year he got her the Biography from Lockhart- ohh she was raging about this one! ,,I'm never ever going to wear that ,thing'. Anyways, your presents are always the bests. I can't wait to see what you got me." He said before downing the last bite of chicken down with some wine. Smiling nervous you just nodded getting up to wash the plates. ,,Y/N, let me do that after we unwrapped our gifts." He smiled and kissed your neck softly.

Your legs felt like they would collapse any second that's how nervous you were by now. How would he react? Well, you were about to find out.

Sitting next to each other at the couch he smiling gave you another kiss. ,,What's bothering you so much?" He whispered against your lips and you knew your cover has been blown. His hands carefully petted the small kitty who just walked over his legs to lay down on your lap.

,,I'm just nervous that you maybe won't like my present. That's all." And by that you gave him the small box form below the tree.

,,I'm sure i will love the present as much as I love you." His smile was as wide as could be but as he opened the lid of the box and it discovered the small cat plushie, the potion you used to discover your pregnancy and a small baby body in the colours of Slytherin it faded. He was staring at it not believing his eyes. ,,What does this mean?" You opened your mouth but no words left your mind.

,,Y/N, if you're just joking - that's - that's not funny." He said now suddenly vulnerable and his eyes started to glistening. ,,I'm pregnant, Sev." You mumbled trying to hide your Face behind your hair. He suddenly breathed out and he hugged you tight.

,,I'm going to be a father?" Getting up while still hugging you he spun you around. Chuckling you noticed how all your worries weren't important at all. The relief was knocking all your doubts down. Looking at Severus you couldn't help it but cry - he was so very happy.

,,You're going to be the best father ever." ,,And you the best Mom. I knew that your present would be the best!" Letting you down you both sat down again. Instantly Severus hand found their way to your stomach trying to feel any type of Life.

,,Well, I have to admit that the new teacup I got for you isn't as good as your surprise. But I hope you still like it. I never thought I’d become a father myself- that’s so great!“ And again you kissed him being happy about the changes and the new members of your family. The both of you couldn't be happier!

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Pureblood!Slytherin x Draco Dating Headcanons:

Requested by the lovely @ghostlytoadalmondhairdo! Here you go, sweetie!!

As a pureblood, you grew up with Draco (Parties, gatherings, dreadful “playdates”). Everyone expected you to grow up and fall in love and you didn’t like Draco like that he was your best friend

And Merlin you two are dorky looking kids

You two start Hogwarts and you’re both in Slytherin and beaming because you’re with someone you know

okay but can you imagine going to Diagon Alley for the first time and getting wands together and books and everything else and just geeking out while you parents roll their eyes and sigh deeply

Draco has Crabbe and Goyle, and you have Pansy and Daphne and good lord you guys are terrifying to everyone else

You and your posse are a force to be reckoned with just like Draco and his posse but you’re not too keen on being ruthless (cue mean girls, you are the Regina George of Hogwarts)

Instead, you really give in to the tradition of being a proper lady you can hear your grandmother’s words in your head all the time. “Don’t slouch, stand up straight, elbows off the table, shoulders back head up, don’t be so loud, don’t walk so loudly, cross your ankles when you sit, punctuality is everything, that skirt is too short...”

Which leads to a lot of people calling you princess as a taunt because you’re just so posh

And Merlin everyone at this school except for your fellow Slytherins is an imbecile with no class

Even Draco who slips into foolish taunts and you just scoff and roll your eyes, not impressed. His smile falls because he misses you. You guys were once best friends and now it seems you’ve parted ways. So he tries to be a better person keyword: tries he loses all composure around Potter

Now he’s defensive. “I can outspell you any day, princess” He snaps. “Bring it, pretty boy” You draw your wand and he stops because he remembers the day you got the wand and how your eyes were shining and now he really misses you

And you miss him too. A lot. Pansy is constantly complaining that you need to go and talk to him but you were never good with words and you didn’t know if Draco wanted to talk to you.

All of your friends are screaming internally because you two just need to talk to each other is locking them in a closet together an option???

But instead, you taunt him, and he snarks back and now it's a competition and the whole school is frustrated and slightly scared because you and Draco are both very powerful and very mad at each other all the time and you do not want to get caught in the crossfire

“You can cast a Patronus?” “What like it’s hard?” Hello Elle Woods

Suddenly you’re not twelve anymore and neither is he and he looks a lot less dorky now... and have his eyes always been that blue? Have your lips always been the perfect shade of pink?

One day you’re snapping at Draco and it starts to turn into a Duel and everyone is just watching in shock and awe at you two going at each other

Somehow you end up inches away from in, nearly growling at another, and you see a glimpse of the little kid you used to know in his eyes

and then you’re kissing him

a cheer goes up and Pansy yells “F*cking finally!” not that you care, you’re very distracted at the moment

Can you say couple goals? Also like can you imagine the sheer DBE between the three couples of you and Dray, Pansy and Daph, Theo and Blaise?

“Girls” night (that include you, Daph, and Blaise) with records and makeovers and “Blaise it’s not fair how do you get your eyeliner so perfect?” and talking trash about your significant others and telling embarrassing stories

“Guys” night (with Pans, Dray, and Theo) that are full of midnight Quidditch matches/flying and goofing off shenanigans and “Pans you have to tell me where you get your cologne”

Shopping trips together probably in Paris that are always over expensive and full of fashion advice from anyone and everyone. “No, Blaise you cannot wear navy and black, you’ll look like a bruise” “Draco put down the shiny cape” “Daph, we have to wear skirts, not ballgowns,” “Merlin Theo, those shoes with that shirt?” “Pansy you are not shaving your head stop thinking about it,”

Going for dinner at fancy restaurants and having proper tea parties that end up with you all mocking your parents and its hysterical

Fifth-year comes and you can finally drop the uniform though you have to remind Daph that she can’t wear ballgowns everywhere but you’re allowed to wear dresses now hello fifties aesthetic and you and Draco look like you walked out of a catalog for Vouge

Can you imagine the Yule Ball? The utter prestige that your group radiates. You all know how to dance and you and Draco waltz across the floor that has girls jealous and guys wishing they could

But whenever you look at Draco you still see that dorky kid who knocked out his loose tooth with a handheld ornate mirror

The softer moments between the two of you where there aren’t expectations or tradition and you talk under the stars about dreams and wishes

He calls you princess now unironically. He’s still your pretty boy.

Behind every great man is no one. A great man knows a great woman stands next to him and is probably rolling her eyes at him

You and Draco breaking harmless rules that still give you a thrill of rebellion: eating dessert before dinner, breaking curfew, walking barefoot outside, not ironing and folding your socks, not making your beds every morning, buying black nail polish, ruffling his coiffed hair at the end of the day and you see the same shining eyes as the boy you grew up with and stars do you love him

But you’re still posh together: horseback riding, playing the piano together, walking along the Manor grounds on Sunday strolls, hosting dinner parties, going to galas and balls, shmoozing just about everyone in the ministry, taking the dark mark together and having to go through that entire ordeal and realizing that maybe tradition on some things is wrong

Which causes a huge fight between you and Draco because you can’t get behind the Dark Lord anymore and he’s just so scared of anyone getting hurt because he doesn’t want to lose you. But in the end, he’s there with the right choice

The lot of you holding your heads high as you walk the halls of Hogwarts during and after the battle fighting for your true home and where your real family is

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p-artsypants · 3 years

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Arcadia or Bust (17)

Heartstone Hall

Previously on Arcadia or Bust:

James Lake Sr. came back to Arcadia while Jim and friends were out retrieving the new Heartstone. The deadbeat not only ran away with a girl, but he’d been dealing cocaine in LA. Now he’s come back to lay low, since he owes a lot of money to some really dangerous men. He got a kilo of cocaine to try to make his profit back, only to not pick it up from the drop zone before Jim found it. Thinking it was trash, Jim ate the brick and went into an 8 hour rage, busting up the town. The US army of Area 49-B got a whiff of the destruction and came to collect Jim from the hospital. With a campaign from the town and an old friend of Walter’s, Jim is turned loose. However, he’s not out of the woods yet, as his amulet was ripped out of his chest and now he has a crater.

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*points in a random direction* Hey look! What’s that over there?! *Drops update* *runs*

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“It’s okay Jim, you’re going to be okay,” said Claire, as she hovered just over his face, and pressed little kisses to his cheek. “We’re going home.”

“…For the…glory…” he muttered, before wincing and falling silent.

“Are you taking us to the hospital?” Barbara asked as the van sped on, faster than any speed limit.

“Nope,” said Samuel. “I think this is a Heartstone issue.”

She nodded, knowing that would be the best. “He needs a tissue transplant, but his skin is so tough…I don’t even know what we could do for him. Get human skin and have Merlin transform it into half-troll? I hate that I don’t know what to do! I’m not a surgeon, damnit! And I’m certainly no magic expert!”

“Stop at the McDonald’s near the edge of town,” said Toby.

“Really? You want a Big Mac at a time like this?”

“No! Merlin is probably there, and I bet he could fix Jim up.”

“Wait, Merlin-Merlin? Like ‘Amulet of Merlin, Sword of Excalibur’ Merlin?” Asked Samuel.

“That’s the one!”

Once they got into town, Samuel pulled in at the McDonalds as requested, and Toby was out the door before he stopped the car.

“Merlin! Merlin help!” He cried, as he ran inside the restaurant.

The employees behind the counter all looked at him, and then pointed at Merlin, who had set up shop in the corner of the store. He was surrounded by books, and other magical artifacts.

How had management allowed this? Well actually, Merlin wouldn’t have listened to any authority, so they probably didn’t allow it.

Toby ran to the wizard. “We got Jim back! He’s in the van, and he’s hurt really bad! We need you to heal him!”

“What kind of injury?” Asked Merlin, calmly packing up his books.

“They took his amulet, and there’s a huge hole in his chest! I could see his lungs!”

Merlin screwed up his lips in thought. “Where are they taking him? To the Heartstone?”

“That’s what Samuel said!”

Merlin didn’t ask who Samuel was, so he probably didn’t care. “I will be there shortly. I must gather the appropriate supplies. Keep him reclined and relaxed. And try not to prod the wound.”

Toby nodded once and then ran back outside to the van.

One of the McDonald employees calmly came over and refilled Merlin’s coffee, as he had asked to be done every hour.

“Good lad. I’m leaving now. Here, for your trouble.” And he dropped a sizable emerald in the kid’s hand.

The kid looked at it and shrugged. “Whatever.” It beat minimum wage at least.

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At the canal, Claire opened up the portal to Trollmarket while Walter and Samuel started to get Jim out of the van. She ran in and called out, “Blinky! ARRRGH! Jim’s back! He’s hurt!”

ARRRGH came running, while Blinky gathered all sorts of supplies and carried them down to the Heartstone.

It was a mad dash then. Jim was quickly, but carefully, brought down into Heartstone Hall, and rested on his mattress on the floor.

“…cold…” he whispered as he grasped and pulled at the blankets.

Barbara pulled the comforter up to his stomach, and draped a smaller one over his right side. “I know you're cold, but you have a wound, and we can’t cover it yet.”

“…water…”

“I’m on it!” Cried Toby, running upstairs.

Jim groaned out in pain, and the Heartstone responded with a pulse of light.

“Is that good?” Asked Claire.

“The Heartstone is picking up on Jim’s pain, and is releasing magic to aid in his healing!” Said Blinky, with a smile.

“Is that going to deplete the magic we put back into it?”

“No no! Well, maybe…it shouldn’t!”

Jim moaned out again, tensing his whole body, and craning his neck in an effort to find relief.

“Just a little bit longer, sweetie,” said Barbara. “Merlin will be here soon.” She gnawed on her lip. “I could probably get an IV for him from the hospital. I have my phone, so call me if there’s any change!”

“I’ll drive you, Dr. Lake,” said Samuel.

“That’s alright, I’ll take the tunnel to my house and grab my car. That way, you don’t need to be held up here any longer. You’ve been a great help.”

The general smiled. “It was worth it more than I thought. The Trollhunter owes me a favor now, you see. I probably won’t need to collect, but it’s always fun to have that in your back pocket. And besides, I got to see Trollmarket and the Heartstone with my own eyes.” He glanced at the orange stone. “That’s a privilege everyone in the Janus Order longed for.” Before he got too wistful, he turned to Walt. “You’ll let me know how this all turns out, right? Because I’m invested in Mr. Lake’s fate now.”

“I’ll text you updates.”

“Fantastic.” He gave Jim a pat on the shoulder. “Hang in there, Trollhunter.”

“I’ll show you out,” said Barbara as they left together.

Then it was just Blinky, ARRRGH, Claire, and Walt. Time ticked on in silence, as no one knew what to do or say. Only occasional groans from Jim broke the quiet atmosphere.

“What’s taking Merlin so long?” Said Claire, with irritation.

“He’s coming?” Asked Blinky.

“We told him about what happened before we came down here. Said he had to collect ‘appropriate materials’.”

“So he’s collecting materials,” said Walter. “It might take some time.”

“Yeah, but he’s probably doing it at a leisurely pace. The man has no concept of time anymore. We need to get him a phone. Or at least a walkie-talkie.”

Just then, a gallon bucket of ice and water bottles descended on a rope from the center column of the room.

“Heads up! It’s kinda heavy!” Toby called before it hit the ground harshly. Then he nearly tumbled down the stairs himself.

“I got a bunch because I know Jim doesn’t have running water down here yet, and I didn’t want us to run out!” He took a bottle from the bucket and put a silly straw in it so Jim could drink without having to sit up. “Sorry Jim, this is the only straw I have…it says ‘big boy’.” Toby tilted the end of the straw so it touched Jim’s lips.

In his half conscious state, Jim felt it, took it in his mouth, and sucked, emptying half the bottle in one go. He released the straw and licked his lips.

“Better, Jimbo?”

“Uh huh…” Jim managed a little nod.

“Okay. I’ll be on water duty. You just say the word, okay?”

“…For…the glory of Merlin…” Jim tried again, before wincing hard. “Hurts to breathe…”

Claire sat cross legged on the bed next to him, scratching his scalp lightly with her nails. “Just hang on for a little bit longer. Your mom is bringing some medicine from the hospital, and Merlin is going to fix you up.”

His eyes flickered open ever so slightly. “Where am I?”

“You’re in Heartstone Hall, in your bed.”

His eyes closed again. “My amulet…gone.”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it right now. Just relax.”

“Hurts…”

“I know, babe, I know.”

Walt stood, looking at his phone. “Barbara’s back. I’ll go help her.” And he left.

Blinky snapped his fingers. “I think Vendal had a recipe for a burn salve up there. I can work on that. Come ARRRGH! It’s the least we can do!”

“Yell if Jim need help,” ARRRGH added, as he followed Blinky up the stairs.

“More water, Jimbo?”

“Huh Uh…”

After he drank, he winced, and a tear rolled from his eye. “I want my mom.”

“She’s coming, Jim. She’s bringing some medicine for you.”

“Where…am I?”

Claire then realized that Jim was barely conscious, and wasn’t listening to much anyways. She’d end up repeating herself a lot.

She pushed his bangs out of his face and kissed his forehead. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re nice and safe, babe.”

Toby and Claire sat in silence as Jim continued to struggle to breathe.

Thankfully, Barbara and Walt appeared not a minute later, with all sorts of goodies.

“Alright kiddo, let’s get you all cleaned up. Claire, would you put on these gloves? I’d like you to clean the skin around his wound with these alcohol swabs while I set up the IV.”

“On it Barb!” Claire got to work quickly, thankful to be able to do something to help.

Walt set up the IV stand while Barbara prepared the needle and inserted it in Jim’s arm.

“I hate that I have to use a thicker gauge needle, but your skin is so tough, kid.”

Jim didn’t seem to even register what she was doing.

Once the IV was in and taped in place, Barbara took out a thick gauze and started taping it in place on Jim’s chest. “The wound isn’t bleeding nearly as much as it should,” she stated, with a frown.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Asked Claire.

“I’m thinking it’s because of the burns on him. They weren’t this bad at the hospital. He had been out in sunlight that day, but it was overcast and he had on long sleeves.” She taped down the gauze with medical masking tape. “No, this looks like...well, third degree on a human. Direct heat like flames or burning metal. I guess that would be a UV light for Jim.”

“I’m going to hammer that lady into the ground,” Toby muttered.

“There, this should be good for now. I’ll bandage him again once Merlin cleans him up.” She rested a weak hand to her head. “Lord help me, I’m depending on Merlin.”

Thankfully, news came by Claire’s phone, with an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Claire? This is Douxie.”

“Douxie! Please tell me you’re with Merlin!”

“I am! Not that I can get his butt moving any faster. He briefed me on the situation, and I’ve been trying to rush him…but, you know how he is…”

She could hear the old man shouting somewhere in the near distance. “Three days? Well he’ll be dead by then! No need for it by that time! You don’t have anything in stock?”

Claire winced. “Where are you guys?”

“At the hardware store, ummm you’re better off not knowing why for now. We’ll be at Trollmarket soon, I promise!”

“Thank you. And thank you for calling. We were getting worried.”

“How is he?”

“Barely conscious. He’s on an IV with pain meds now…so he’ll be feeling a little better. He keeps trying to summon his amulet, but he doesn’t have the strength.”

“Uh oh, he doesn’t have the amulet with him?”

“No, the army wouldn’t give it back.”

Douxie exhaled in a huff. “We’ll figure something out. Oh, Looks like Merlin found an alternative. We’ll be on our way soon!”

“Great! See you!” And she ended the call. “Merlin should be coming soon!”

“Thank goodness!” Barbara sighed. “Though it looks like Jim finally fell asleep. His pain is mostly managed…all we can do now is wait.”

It felt like they were waiting hours. But there was not much else to do.

Jim slept fitfully, occasionally opening his eyes to look around. It was clear he was exhausted, so he’d just close them again a moment later, and they heard his slow breathing.

“This is torture,” said Claire. “But I can’t imagine what he’s been through.”

“I hope that along with her discharge, that Kubritz lady does hard time in prison,” said Toby.

“And I hope they do everything to her that she did to him,” Claire added, with venom. “If they don’t, I will.”

“I’ll back you up.”

It was hard to share small talk, but just listening to Jim’s labored breathing and waiting felt like a terrible option.

Finally, finally, Merlin’s horrible grating voice echoed through the Heartstone husk. “Hello? Is this where the injured Jim is?”

“Yes!” Claire cried out. She was never so happy to hear that man’s voice.

No really, most of the time, his appearance filled her with dread.

Merlin and Douxie descended the stairs, arms full of plastic shopping bags.

And it finally seemed like Merlin was done wasting time, as he spared no greetings and got busy examining Jim. He removed the blanket that covered his shoulder, and the temporary bandages Barbara applied.

He cringed at the sight of the crater. “Yikes. That is quite the wound.”

“Can you heal him?” Claire asked, afraid that he wasn’t up to the task.

“Sure. No problem. Douxie, prepare the plaster.”

“Plaster?” Barbara asked, with horror.

“Ugh, I know,” said the wizard. “Three days for expedited shipping for clay! Ridiculous! I thought the modern era was a time of immediate gratification! But no, the one time I need something quick, it’s a three day wait! Do they not know where the nearest clay deposits are?!”

“Okay, but the plaster? What’s the deal with the plaster?!”

“What else do you expect me to use to fill a wound in a troll?”

“You’re going to pour plaster in his open wound?!”

“Yes! And more!” He glanced over to the bucket Douxie was mixing in. “How’s it coming?”

“Do you want it more watery, or thick?”

“Thick without being too dry.” Then he turned back and leaned in close to Jim. “None of you are going to like what I’m about to do.” He pressed two fingers to Jim’s chest, and spoke, “imperium.”

Jim’s eyes flashed open, wide, pupils expanded so the iris was just a hint of blue.

“Jim Lake Jr., summon your amulet,” Merlin commanded.

Jim raised his hand up in the air slowly and spoke clearly, “for the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command.”

Then Merlin let go, and Jim fell back into slumber, Claire having to catch his hand before it smacked him in the face.

“What was that?” She asked.

“I thought it was fairly obvious. A mind control spell. Very weak, only works on unconscious individuals within range.”

“You know Mind Control?” Asked Toby, with some horror.

“To a degree. As I said. It’s more like the power of suggestion. Morgana has learned how to fully possess someone’s mind, but I always preferred to use my natural charisma to persuade people.”

Someone snorted.

“The plaster is ready,” said Douxie. “Did you want to start with the strips?”

“Yes,” he collected the tray Douxie had prepared. Mesh cloth strips sprayed with plaster, which created a base. Carefully, Merlin began to lay the strips in the hole in Jim’s chest, applying just enough pressure to adhere them and blend the edges. Once he had completely coated the inside, without filling the hole, he stopped.

“There, now we’ll treat his burns. You said you had electricity down here?”

“Uh, yeah. There’s an outlet on the wall next to you,” said Claire.

“Perfect.” From his various bags, he took out a palm sander with a coarse paper on it. He plugged it in. “Now how do I work this thing?”

“Why don’t you let me handle that while you use the file…” Douxie took the power tool away from him. “Claire, can you sit him up and lean against his back as a counter weight?”

“The file? I don’t want to use the file! I got this so you would use the file!”

“Merlin!” Barbara scolded.

“Fine, I’ll use the file…better for fine detailing anyways.”

It was agonizing moments as Douxie buffed away the dried, burnt skin that came off like dust, while Merlin shucked off the chunks that were too thick for the sander.

Jim, for the most part, only twitched and cried out on occasion, only when they got too close to fresh skin.

Once he was rubbed raw and bright blue, a little bloody in some places, they stopped.

“It’s like an extreme pumice stone,” Douxie tried to soothe, feeling guilty as Claire wiped her tears. “The skin affected by the sun, or UV lights or whatever, was solid stone and had to come off.”

“I know,” said Claire. “It was just…jarring.”

“Alright, we’re almost done,” said Merlin, scrounging up some compassion. “You can recline him again, Fair Claire.”

Gently, Claire laid him back down on the pillows.

Merlin took the loose plaster and slopped a bit in the wound, trying to make up for the missing space.

Then, from the stairs came a ‘plink, plunk, plink, plunk’ as the amulet rolled its way down and stopped at Merlin’s feet. “Got here faster than I anticipated. I’d love to see the damage it did on it’s way.”

“I thought if someone stole the amulet, it wouldn’t come back?” Asked Toby.

“Not unless it’s properly summoned. If it only chooses one Trollhunter, you think it would want to be anywhere else?” Merlin cleaned the amulet with a rag to a near mirror shine, before placing it back in its spot on Jim’s chest.

“Can’t you just keep it out of him? What if something like this happens again?”

“Then we’ll just have to buy more plaster,” shrugged Merlin. “Anyway, it’s better this way.” He smeared more plaster in the cracks and smoothed it with his hands, until the seam was perfectly even.

“Now what?”

“The plaster should start to dry soon, and a chemical reaction will take place, putting off heat. Then I will start the incantation.”

“Why then?”

“Must everything I do be questioned?”

“Yes.” Said everyone, unanimously.

“Because I said so. That’s why.” He touched the plaster, careful not to jostle it, and waited for the heat to set in. “Alright, I suggest everyone stand back. You too, Claire, get behind me.”

Claire scooted off the bed and stood back with Toby and Barbara, then they waited anxiously.

“It’s going to look and sound painful, but a little bit of pain, and he’ll be all better.” Merlin’s hands glowed blue, interacting with the pulsing, ticking amulet. Instead of a one word spell, like he had been doing, Merlin muttered a fast string of words that sounded like nothing and everything at the same time. Lightning bolts skittered from his fingertips, and drew patterns on Jim’s flesh.

Jim screamed and writhed as every bolt connected. They danced across the plaster, turning it to his hardened flesh as they moved. The hands on the amulet spun rapidly as the stone pulsed a violent blue. The wound from Morgana, lower on his chest, flickered orange like embers. The Heartstone glowed as well.

Claire felt her hair stand on end and goosebumps rise to her skin. The magic in the room was deafening, blinding, and amazing.

Finally, Merlin halted, and only smoke remained.

Jim breathed deep, quick breaths, like you would after a run. But it wasn’t labored or halted, like before.

“Cl-Claire?” He asked, his voice stronger than it had been.

She nearly tackled him. “Jim! Jim you’re alright!”

He winced slightly as she collided with his raw skin, but hugged her anyway. “Where am I?”

“You’re home!”

“Home?”

“It’s a long story. How do you feel?”

“Tired, hungry…a little sore. I remember being in a lot of pain…” he looked down at his chest, touching the amulet in confusion.

“Merlin just healed you,” she explained. “They hurt you pretty bad, huh?”

He rolled his neck and stretched his shoulders. “No kidding.”

“Well,” said Merlin, “my work here is done. I think I’m ready for a nap of my own.”

“Thank you, Merlin,” Barbara said sincerely. “Thank you for saving my boy.”

“Of course! You didn’t think I was going to leave my greatest warrior to die, did you? Oh, before I forget, I should probably give this back.” He handed a black wallet over to her.

“Wait, whose is this?”

“James’. I needed to pay for the sander somehow.”

Barbara laughed. “Well, he’s not going to be happy about it, but glad to know he contributed to this too.” Then she muttered, “considering it’s all his fault in the first place.”

By the end of the day, Jim was up. Not fully recovered, but enough to shuffle around. He was able to go to his mother’s house and take a shower, while Barbara changed the blood-stained, plaster dusted sheets. When he was all clean, he sat in the living room in his sweatpants, exhausted, and aching.

“Blinky made you a salve, if you want me to put it on you,” Claire offered, holding up a little jar.

“I’d love that.”

She delicately rubbed it into his skin, like Aloe on a severe sunburn. Careful not to scratch him, but also wanting to make sure he was covered.

James walked past the room and halted. “Jim! You’re—you’re back!”

Jim just glanced at the man. “And?”

“I just…um, look, I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?”

“I didn’t know…that you ate trash. I would have made the drop for the cocaine somewhere else. I didn’t think—that’s not something people usually have to worry about, you know?”

“Yeah. Usually.” Jim said, stone cold.

“How are you feeling?”

“Why do you care?”

“B-because you’re my son?”

Jim couldn’t stifle the eye roll. “So NOW you think I’m your son? Where was that mentality when you pointed a shotgun at me?”

“I was in a severe crack withdrawal when I did that.”

“And you’re just magically better now?”

James sat in an armchair opposite him. “I’m not going to say yes, but I’m better. I’m trying to get out of your and Babs’ lives, because I brought so much hurt in the first place. But…seeing what I’m missing out on—“

“No!” Jim snarled, standing up. “You don’t get to be sentimental now. You don’t get to change your mind. You suck! That’s all you’ve done! Mom’s moved on, I have men that are more fatherly than you could ever be if you tried! So just—finish your business and get lost!” He tried to step towards the basement, but he crumbled, still far too physically weak to walk on his own.

“I got you,” Claire whispered, wrapping an arm around his waist. “James,” she turned to look at him briefly. “I don’t know if you realized how crappy that thing you just said was. Don’t try to get Jim’s hopes up. He’s hurt, he’s upset, he’s vulnerable. So just stay away. If you truly want to be back in Jim’s life, don’t mention that you’re considering it. Back it up with action, or else you’ll just be disappointing us all when you go back. And as far as I know…your word is worthless.” She helped Jim walk slowly back to the basement, to the tunnel back to Trollmarket.

“Trouble? I heard yelling,” said Draal.

“No, no trouble. Thanks Draal,” Jim gave him a weak, affectionate punch.

—

Many many miles away, a group of men watched the news, an old broadcast that one of them had snagged.

“—The campaign worked perfectly! Now, hero to Arcadia, James Lake Jr. has been released from his wrongful imprisonment for his bizarre appearance, and returned home. Lake is hailed a local hero, as his acts of kindness and selflessness during a horrendous tornado in the area have become well known in the community as well as on social media. A parade in Lake’s honor is set for this weekend, as Lake has made a good progression in his recovery from captivity.”

“Okay, a kid was arrested because he looks weird. Not sure what the correlation is.”

The leader of the pack smiled. “Oh, it’s such a subtle thing. We don’t care about the kid, or his deeds, or even the city of Arcadia really.”

“Then…what?”

“Did you catch the boy’s name?”

“I…Lake? Like…”

“Jim Lake Jr. is what they said. Maybe a common name. But if there’s a Junior…perhaps there’s a Senior nearby.”

—

I have not seen Rise of the Titans (though I expect to watch it this weekend) but I heard it was…not good, story wise. So in this fic, I won’t be applying any of it. Probably. Unless something juicy catches my eye.

#toa #trollhunters #arcadia or bust #jim lake junior #claire nuñez #fanfiction #fanfic

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Troubled pt.4

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.5 Pt.6

Series summary: A very unfortunate situation happened and it resulted in very unfortunate events. You had everything, a good boyfriend that everyone dreamed of, best friends that you got in a twin pack, and a loving school. It was a calm before a storm and in your sixth year the storm came. You faced the consequences your deceased parents run from, you were only left with your only family, your little brother. What would you do in order to save him? The answer is, everything, even if it means joining a terrorist group of wizards, joining THE DEATH EATERS…

Chapter summary: you fell into a slump after the break up, but thankfully you had friends to somehow lighten up your mood. Not until you found out the true identity of Professor Moody, everything went downhill, just like you expected.

Note: there is no specific house:))) i can make requests if y’all have one.

Warnings: angst, hair being pulled, mentions of cheating, slight violence (for self defense)

Word Count: 4.6k

The week went by and the next thing you knew it was already the end of the winter break.

"Of course" you scoffed as you stood up and opened the door, "Phoebe" you said your roommate's name with boredom. "It's the last day of winter break, are you sure you're not goin' out?" She asked you-again.

"I told you. No. I'm just staying here until classes start" You declared and walked towards your four post bed, leaving the brunette girl standing at the doorway.

"So what really happened?" She started bugging you again. She never runs out of questions ever since the Yule Ball.

"What happened is that you shut your mouth and go wherever you want" you covered yourself with the blanket while laying down on your bed. You just wanted peace, is that too much to ask. No question, no noise, because that voice in your head was loud enough.

"Fine." She finally gave up, "I know what you're doing, and I'm sorry. I just want you to know that I'm here" she said before you heard her footsteps getting far.

You removed the blanket that covered you and sat up, slowly, the guilt crept inside you. The past days you just ignored everyone, you easily get annoyed, and the farthest place you just went was your house common room.

You cried your eyes out the whole day whenever your roommates left the dorm, after a day of not eating anything they decided to bring you food every now and then from the Great Hall. But you still became a bitch.

Inhale, hold, exhale, you tried relaxing yourself. Getting a grip from your intrusive thoughts, locking them up in that vault in your head.

"For a day" you told yourself while looking at the mirror you swallowed excessively. You look terrible, not gonna lie. Your hair was messy and starting to get greasy, dark circles, and obviously dehydrated.

So, you started with a shower, been there for an hour, scrubbing your skin and scalp. Maybe the scrubbing can remove even just a little bit of your demons, but it was ineffective.

While looking for a sweater to wear you managed to pick up Cedric's sweater. The sweater you wore during your first anniversary.

You smiled but immediately faded, oh yeah, you two broke up.

But isn't it just decent to bring this sweater back? You felt absolutely insane, there's a pile of Cedric's clothes in your wardrobe and you just want to give his sweater back?

Oh please.

"Ced, can I have this?" You turned around to your boyfriend as he went out of the bathroom, water dripping from the ends of his hair and his upper body was visible. You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him when you felt your cheeks burning.

He got this Adonis body and who wouldn't dare to blush if it was showcased in front of you.

"Absolutely love, you can have that" he said and hugged you from the back.

"You don't mind if I steal your clothes?" You laughed and looked at him. "No. Besides, you're not stealing them" he kissed your shoulder and rested his chin on it "if you wanted to steal it, you wouldn't ask my permission" his chuckle was music to your ears. "And next time don't even bother to ask. What's mine is also yours. Alright?" He kissed the top of your head and started to look for clothes to cover his jaw dropping body.

"Is that so? Okay. What's mine is also yours too then" you smiled and laid down on his bed while he got dressed.

"Hmm?" Cedric crawled to you and stopped when he's on top. You smiled and scrunched your nose as his scent brushed your nose. "You smell so good." You groaned "-Merlin I fucking love you" he laughed at your statement.

"I fucking love you more" his husky voice filled your ears before his lips pressed onto yours.

You were unconsciously smiling as you reminisced. Funny. How all of it will be mere memories, just because of this bloody mark.

After you got dressed, you packed Cedric's clothes into a bag. Maybe you could ask someone, his roommate, friends, or just someone to give him this. You can't just let his things sit in your place, it'll be hard.

"Y/N?" You heard Alice's voice as you stepped outside your dorm, you turned your head to the blonde girl who was standing a few feet apart from you. "Come here babe" she said and opened her arms which you occupied. "It's so nice to see you not looking miserable" she laughed and caressed your face.

"We'll always be here okay?" She smiled sweetly at you.

No you won't.

But you chose not to say it.

"Phoebe!" You called your roommate who was out in the snow, snogging with a girl. Yeah, she's gay as fuck.

"Y/N?!" Her eyes widened as she looked at your direction. You waved your hand and smiled at her, as if it was the cue for her to come over.

"Wait, is that the girl you took to the ball?" You started teasing her, she turned scarlet and looked at the girl who was waiting for her. "Yeah…" she answered awkwardly that made you smile. Everything seems to be doing fine after she came out. You were so proud.

"If you're so head over heels for her then go back there mate” you mocked the boys who always make fun of her “I'm fine, I'm just going to look for the twins while you-" you tried your best not to laugh "snog".

You walked right after and left Phoebe whose lips were curled just like her hair. She seems happy to be worried for you. But before you continued, you called her again, “Fibs... I’m sorry” you looked at her apologetically and she answered you with a sweet smile and a nod.

You walked around the castle, into the Great Hall, courtyard, some classrooms, but you can't find the twins. The last time you saw them was during the Yule Ball. Yeah, the Yule Ball that you didn’t even enjoyed.

"Are you going?" Cedric asked you when you started taking the path to your common room.

You turned around and forced a smile at him "Yeah, just say that I'm not feeling well" it felt like every word that comes out from your mouth backfires and turns into a single needle piercing your throat.

"Oh. Okay" he nodded without energy, it must be hard for him too. It happened so fast. This wasn't meant to happen. He wasn't supposed to know this early, but here it is.

He started walking back to the Great Hall where you can hear the commotion, people having a great time, dancing, singing, laughing, while you will most likely spend your night in your dorm, crying in your dress that Molly bought, ruining your makeup.

"Ced" you called him one more time and he immediately turned to you, like he was expecting you to say something, something impossible. That it might be a joke, or maybe you two can do something, but if he wanted for it to be a joke, you wanted this to be a dream. All of this.

"Merry Christmas" you smiled again, but this time, it wasn't forced, it was genuine. You saw a tear left his eye before you turned your back. And by every step, you felt your heart being pulled away from you, your life, and your peace.

"Lee!" You called the attention of the black boy with dreadlocks who was walking around the courtyard. "Have you seen the twins?" You asked as he approached you. He just shrugged as an answer and apologetically smiled right after. "It's not my business but still, you're my friend so I'll tell you. They're mad. They're probably avoiding you" Lee tapped your shoulder before he walked away.

You were standing there, dumbfounded, full of questions. Why are they mad? Did you do something? Where are they? Is it a prank?

And again, the voices in your head won't stop. Everything is not getting better. "Shut up" you didn't realize you said it with your voice and not just in your head. Thankfully, it just came out as a whisper.

You hugged yourself as the cold breeze went by, but you still decided to look for the twins.

"Fred? George?" You called on one of the secret rooms, this is where you three often hang out, you saw the box of fireworks properly labeled, you can say that the twins are more organized to their products than school stuff.

You roamed your eyes at the room, it was big enough for a bunker bed to be placed, there's also a corner for the twins' products, there was also your corner, filled with snacks, some stuffed animals you like so much, a picture of your family, and your most cherished guitar. You touched it and felt the tip of your hands travel the strings, you missed playing it, the last time you played was before your parents died. It was your mother who taught you how to play.

"Mum it's so hard. Especially the F chord. I'm giving up." You whined to your mom as you two sat at the front porch, she was knitting a neck warmer for you to use.

"Sweetie, of course it would be hard." She stopped and looked at you, you both definitely have the same eyes. "But it's a process. Not everything would be easy, but don't be too hard on yourself. Come here, take a break" she reached for you and you sat beside her as she wrapped the neck warmer on you.

"You like it?" She asked you while you observed and touched the neck warmer, its soft texture, its heat. It would always feel like home while you wear this. You raised your head and smiled "I love it".

You miss your mum. You touched the neck warmer you were wearing and felt it. Maybe. You can feel her. See her again. But the only thing you felt was the fabric, no mum.

"Y/N?" You heard the twins said and you turned around. They saw your eyes that were on the verge of crying.

"Something wrong?" George asked with full concern, they were both looking at you, confused, sad, and concerned.

But without a word you hugged them. Tight. Then you started crying. Like a little girl crying to her parents, saying that someone stole her candy.

"Shhh. 's alright. We're here" You heard Fred say while he caressed your hair. Meanwhile George was tapping your back. They were doing this to calm you down.

"I miss my mom" you finally talked between your sobs. "I miss her" you wailed again.

“What? We’re not mad” George stated as you three were laying down the bunker bed, your feet touching the ground while you three stared at the upper part, there were drawings you and the twins made when you were in your first year.

“Lee told me you two were. Maybe he’s referring to another kind of mad” you stifled a laugh.

“We’re not THAT mad too!” Fred exclaimed. “Alright. If you say so” you just answered.

“Is that supposed to be a dragon Fred?” you pointed to a drawing, the parchment was getting more old but the drawing was still there. It was something that has wings and a tail. You felt him nod. “Not a lizard with wings?” you laughed and George didn’t even try to hide his laugh too.

“Aren’t dragons just lizards with horns, wings, and fire breath?” Fred asked while you and his twin were still laughing. “Wait-” you muttered when you realized what he just asked.

“THAT WILL MAKE TOTAL SENSE!” you three said in unison with wide eyes, still staring at all your awful drawings as a child.

“Should we ask Charlie?” you stood up “Accio parchment” and the parchment went straight to your hand. “Is there a quill here?” you looked around, not bothering to stand. “Accio quill” you heard George and the next thing there was already a quill and ink in his hand. “Here”

Dearest Charlie,

Good day lad, it is us, your favorite trio. We hast a most major question and we would appreciate if thou answer as fast as thou could. We wot thou love dragons so much and of course we love thou moe.

yet the question is, art not dragons just better versions of lizards?

loving,

Fred, George, Y/N

You three laughed as George read the letter out loud. You always do this whenever you send letters to Charlie. You all act like it was the old times, you write in Old English, and you sometimes even speak in Old English. It was something Charlie always looked forward to whenever he visited home, his dorkhead trio.

"It's almost lights out. We should head to our dorms" you heard Fred say as he started to clean up the mess you three made. Your eyes widened and looked at George who has a lopsided smile.

"Am I alive? Is this heaven? Or am I dreaming? Is this real? Frederick Gideon Weasley is afraid of lights out? He's following the curfew? Pinch me George" you shifted your gaze to Fred and George, it was utmost not Fred-like to say “we should go back before lights out” he liked sneaking back, he liked ruining the dark and quiet halls. Why would he say such a thing?

"Ow!" You glared at George who actually pinched your arm, "It was just an expression!" You widened your eyes as you rubbed your arm, he just laughed and apologized to you.

"No but on a serious note, why is he, FIRST OF ALL, cleaning?" You and George looked at Fred who was now arranging the wizard chessboard that you used, "-and told us to go back BEFORE lights out?" You crossed your arm and still stared at Fred, squinting your eyes at him, he finally stopped.

"Fine fine, it's because-" Fred started talking again and stopped, he looked at George who was beside you and his look was saying 'SOS help me' but George just ignored him and continued to fix his shirt-that in fact there is nothing to fix, therefore 'pretend fixing' are the right words.

"I promised to Angelina that I'll go back before lights out" he said with a low voice, more like, whispering.

"Huh? What? I can't hear you" you tilted your head while George was biting his inner cheek in order to not laugh.

"I promised-" you interrupted him

"LOUDER!"

"I SAID I PROMISED ANGELINA THAT I'LL GO BACK BEFORE LIGHTS OUT!" He shouted back that made you stiff, and then, you and George broke down again, laughing. "I heard it the first time" you said between your laughs, waving your hand at him, while Fred seemed to be annoyed but trying his best not to laugh too.

Your laugh and George's laugh are the only ones that were heard in the closed room, it was contagious and after a minute of trying his best not to be on the same boat as you two, Fred finally gave up and laughed with you and his twin.

"You're not going back yet?" George asked you when you didn't come to the door with them, you shake your head in response.

"Uhm, alright, just don't get caught" he said and the two of them waved at you before stepping out.

Now the room was filled again with silence, gone was the chaos, the laughing, shouting, the running, and even throwing of things. It was only you and the silence.

After half an hour of just staring at nowhere you decided to stand up. You picked up the lamp and headed out. You forgot your wand at your dorm and you've probably never said stupid to yourself so many times.

Walking the hallway, still being cautious to your surroundings, you don’t want Filch or Mrs. Norris seeing you, polishing the trophies without using magic is one thing you don’t want to do.

As you walked, feeling the walls, slowly gliding your hand through it, you suddenly saw a silhouette, it was a man, thinking that might be another student you stepped closer until his back was quite visible, but still it was far enough for him to not notice you. You observed him more, all your attention was to this man.

His black trench coat, straw coloured hair, he was not familiar to you.

You followed him, for about 2 minutes in complete silence, even your footsteps were light in order to not make any unnecessary noises. You just concentrated on the man and to yourself that you didn’t realize you bumped into a suit of armor and it made a loud clang. You hit your head hard and was about to curse when suddenly someone grabbed your wrist from behind and dragged you into a space between the walls, the person covered your mouth and blew the lamp.

It was a helpful gesture to be honest, because you then hitched when you saw the silhouette walking in front of the both of you. You looked at the person in front of you, you can’t recognize his face, it’s so dark that you can only hear footsteps of the man you were following, he was still phasing, looking around to see what might have made that noise.

You didn't waste any time, you moved to the spot where you can see clearly and was shocked to see Professor Moody. Without any hesitation you ran towards him

“Professor!” you seemed panicking, while he was shocked, he looked at you with disbelief and you were confused why he was making such an expression.

“Professor I saw a-” you were cut on by someone putting its arm over your shoulder.

“She saw heaven professor, if y’know what I mean” the person said, you froze, how can you be dumb enough to not know.

“Silly kids. Off to bed. You two better go, Filch might come” Moody said and turned its back to you,

and Cedric

After Moody disappeared in your sight you immediately removed Cedric’s arm that wrapped you. “What do you think you’re doing?” you took a step back to make a space for you two, and the moon was just right on time to shine between you. There you saw a clear view of him, his stance, his fluffy hair, his grey eyes, everything.

He didn’t answer and just stared at you, “He might have caught that person, you saw it too, that man was not from here” you tried not to shout, you were frustrated, scared, you didn’t want to think about it, but if danger is lurking around at Hogwarts only two people are the possible targets.

You and Harry.

“Did you see his face?” he finally talked, you looked at him with shock all over your face, “NO, I didn’t, I just saw his back, but I know he’s not anyone I know, or if it’s a student he would be familiar”

He covered half of his face with a hand, gliding it down to his jaw, while his other hand was on his hips, it was an act of frustration.

“That’s the point, you didn’t see his face, but you saw the back, and the clothes.” he got his wand “Lumos” there it is, you can see clearly. But you don’t know what to think about.

Is it your ex boyfriend who was in front of you in the middle of the night or the fact that the danger might be lurking around Hogwarts, and you being completely oblivious, almost trusted them.

After that encounter with Cedric before the term started , you avoided him, even if it is quite hard since you two have classes together you still managed. There was nothing more in that conversation, after he lit up the tip of his wand you walked and ran, not thanking him, not talking to him, you just ran back to your dorm, not minding the dark hall, you just trust your instinct to where it would take you and luckily, you arrived safely.

January came by and it’s almost February, you were the talk of the school, you and Cedric. When people started to notice that you two were not walking to class together, sitting at the Great Hall together, no PDA, a lot of rumor started. And Rita Skeeter just made it worse.

“What’s that?” Angelina sat beside you as you read the Witch Weekly. You gave it to her and stabbed your steak, wishing it was Rita.

“PRETTY BOYS CAN BE PLAYED AROUND, what is this?” She read the headline,

“Hogwarts Champion Cedric Diggory and ex girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N cause of break up revealed. Hold up, is this you and George?!” Angie looked at you like her heart just dropped, you shook your head to deny it and glanced at your food again.

“Then who is this?” she surveyed the moving picture with full attention, well if you didn’t know better you would also believe the article, “Georgie’s girl” it was morning but you felt the energy draining from you, “Please don’t tell anyone. Fred knows” you continued and tried to take a bite, but you felt your stomach turn upside down.

It was a picture of George kissing a girl the same hair color as yours, her face was covered as George’s back was at the camera.

“I’m so sorry boo” she hugged you and you felt her warmth, you just stayed there for a while, laying on her shoulder, you’re not crying, but you wished you were.

“Shit” you blurted out as you opened Professor Moody’s office, he must be at class now so the coast should be clear.

“Alastor Moody?” you called with a low voice, you jumped as one compartment started to rattle. Slowly but surely you went up to it. However, before you can even touch it you are pushed sideways, you hit your hip on a table and your sleeve might have been grazed in a sharp object within the room for it to be torn.

“Well well if it isn’t Y/N Y/L/N” Professor Moody was right in front of you now, you felt your insides shaking adding up to the pain of your hip, you know this is not Alastor Moody.

“I guess you figured it out?” he said and suddenly, his face started to disorient, it was changing into something, it was changing into his original face.

And you saw it, you know him.

“Hi, I’m Barty Crouch” he introduced himself, removing the wooden leg and eye. You got your wand and pointed it to him. “What are you doing here?” you said with full confidence, you tried to not shake, you have to gain control in this situation.

“Don’t worry, we’re on the same team” he pulled his sleeves up and you saw a dark mark, he then pointed to your dark mark that is now visible because of your torn sleeve.

“D’you wanna see him? He’s like a malnourished pup” Barty laughed maniacally as he opened the trunk, it had many locks, many layers, and when he got to the seventh one he gestured to you to come over. You were still holding your wand, preparing offensive and defensive spells just in case, but your mind went blank when you saw what was lying in the last layer of the trunk.

You looked down into a pit-like, underground chamber, where the real Alastor Moody lay 10 feet below, sleeping, lean and starving in appearance. His wooden leg was missing, and chunks of hair were missing, the socket that should have housed the magical eye was empty.

“That’s Mad-Eye Moody” Barty whispered to you, your hand was shaking, you felt numb, you can’t move, you didn’t even realize that you forgot to breathe for a second. He was there, the real Moody, the person you should trust, not the impostor.

But who should you trust? You’re a death eater, the others won’t trust you, only your fellow death eaters and the Dark Lord will.

“If you tell anyone,” Barty slowly gathered your hair and pulled it downwards, now you’re not looking down but rather up, your hair was being pulled by a guy, you panicked, and the adrenaline started to kick in.

You locked his hand by holding it with both of yours, you stepped back, you went under his arm and up again, and started twisting it until he let go.

It was just one of the defenses your father taught you, it always came in handy. He was still in pain by your twisting of his arm so you took that opportunity and kicked his back, his face fell on the floor and you locked his hands while you kneeled on his back.

“Why would I tell anyone? My family is important to me, unlike yours” you declared and put him to sleep with a sleeping charm. “I don’t have time to die” you whispered and stood up. Walking to the trunk you closed it, now seeing Mad-Eye Moody awake, and before you closed it, you catched a sight of his eye, looking at you.

You glanced at the picture that was crumpled in your hand,

It was Cedric, and the skull and serpent sign that the Dark Lord uses was drawn just enough to be noticed. You knew exactly what the message portrayed.

Cedric’s life is also in line, just like your brother.

And only one thing can be done to put a stop to this.

You first looked at your target audience, Mad-Eye Moody or more like, Barty Crouch Jr. When you spotted him it was your cue to find your victim, but it's like luck was on your side, he was coming to you.

You stood up and came face to face with him. He was red, not blushing, but because of anger, but there was also sadness in his eyes that made you want to back out, but you remembered. You want him out of any danger. So, you faced him, your head high and looking stoic.

“You cheated on me?” His voice was low but full of frustration, “yes” you announced and look at his friends who were behind him.

“No” he shakes his head, trying to deny it. “Look at me in the eyes and say that.” he focused on your eyes and you almost broke down your character when you saw Barty gawking at the both of you, “Yes. I cheated on you. With my best friend.” your voice surprisingly didn’t break, but his heart obviously did. His face was full of pain, he was vulnerable, but after a second his face went dull similar to yours.

Cedric turned his back on you and your heart completely shattered as you saw he was still wearing the bracelet you made and the matching rings you two had. That’s why he was looking at your ring finger earlier, the ring was not there anymore, you made it into a necklace, perfectly hidden because of your uniform.

“At least she’s honest about it” one of his friends says before looking at you, giving you a half smile and continuing to follow Cedric.

“Y/N? What was that for? You said it wasn’t you, were you lying?” Angie tugged you down to your seat earlier. “I was lying-” you admitted, reaching to your bag, “but not to you” and you stood up and left her with lines forming between her eyebrows.

If it is for the better. I’ll do it.

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marauders70s · 4 years

Conversation

a collection of dumb hp-p&r text memes

dumbledore, gesturing: could a depressed person make this???

mcgonagall: your hand is literally rotting off

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harry: sometimes I feel like arguing with you is like arguing with the sun.

hermione: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I AM SUPER CHILL ALL THE TIME.

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pansy: you look awful

draco: what up bitch i just ran a 5k

pansy: really?

draco: no i threw up blood in the shower

pansy: that fight with potter really got ya down huh

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harry: hey ron are you okay

ron, wearing the locket, staring straight ahead at a tree: yeah i'm fine it's just that life is pointless and nothing matters and I'm always tired.

harry: hermione it's your turn

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sirius, at any minor convenience: everything hurts and i'm dying

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goyle: I once knew a guy for seven years and never learned his name. best friend i ever had. we still never talk sometimes, because he's dead.

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oliver: sometimes you gotta do a little work so you can ball a lot.

mcgonagall: that is incorrect

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james, during house arrest: If I keep my body moving, and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.

lily, from the couch: oops

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snape, at a christmas dinner: I can still smell her hair at night

dumbledore, pouring a generous amount of mulled wine: Put some alcohol in your mouth to block the words from coming out.

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ron: hermione, i'm not using your color coded talking planner

hermione: we need to get good grades on our OWLs!

ron: there's nothing that could motivate me to use it

hermione: well, there's nothing we can't do if we work work hard, never sleep, and shirk from all other responsibilities in our lives.

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harry: Professor, I wanna go home early. Ooh, hold on actually, hang on. Yeah, no, I wanna quit and never come here again.

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ron: i'm going to tell you all my secrets

hermione: you don't have to do that

ron: I once forgot to brush my teeth for five weeks

ron: I didn't actually break charlie's wand all the way I just hid it and forgot where

ron: I don't know who scrimgeour is and at this point I'm too afraid to ask.

ron: when they have 2 sickles a scoop on salamander eyes i'm not sure where the rest of the salamander goes

ron: when i was a baby fred turned my teddy into a spider and i got so scared my mum took me to a mindhealer and they wrote a textbook about me

ron: i once threw a garden gnome so hard that it hit my sister in the face and began attacking her

hermione, looking up from her book: what did ginny do?

ron: she bit it and it ran off.

hermione: classic

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severus: no matter what i do nothing bad can happen to me. i'm like a white wizengamot official who pretended they were mind-controlled after the fall of the dark lord

lucius: I resent that

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sirius: thank merlin my great uncle alphard just died so I am fluuuuusheeeeeed with galleeeeooonsss

remus: I'm going to regret this flatshare

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seamus: i passed up a gay halloween party to see this troll. Do you know how much fun gay Halloween parties are? Last year I saw three Peverell Brothers make out with three Viktor Krums. It was amazing.

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luna: We need to remember what's important in life. Friends, unpredictable creatures, and school. Or unpredictable creatures, friends, school. It doesn't matter. But school is third.

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tom riddle: I totally hear you, but I also don't like what you're saying. So if you say no, I will release a giant snake in the bathroom

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luna: would you like some -

hermione: no! I am going to run for minister of magic someday, so no, thank you. I mean, not that I haven't - I ate a brownie once at quidditch cup party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable, actually. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there wasn't any potions in the brownie, it was just an insanely good brownie.

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sirius: do i look like the kind of person who drinks water

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neville: flying is the worst. I know it keeps you healthy, but merlin, at what cost?

ron: okay, you don't have to join the pick up game -

neville: no no i want to be included. i'll come

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james: What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring really loudly at me.

sirius: that's not right

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mcgongall: I think you’ve got several options. They’re all terrible…but you have them.

peter: this career counseling session is getting a bit intense

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neville: how are you handling the...breakup...

ginny: I’m gonna buy some sweat pants and a Gilderoy Lockhart novel. Might as well lean into it.

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dumbledore, in the staff room, extremely intoxicated: Who hasn’t had gay thoughts?

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james: Goodbye, Lily Evans, my head girl partner. Hello, Lily Potter, my fallopian princess.

lily: i should have never married you. or at least made you wear a condom

james: what's a-

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sprout: I’m a simple lesbian. I like pretty, dark-haired women, and man-killing plants.

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sirius: A couple more rules: if you ever read a sad book, you have to wear mascara so we can see whether or not you’ve been crying. There’s no noise allowed on Mondays. And no magic after breakfast.

peter: er i'm sorry this was the dorm assigned to me...

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remus: Hogwarts Library is headed by the most diabolical, ruthless bureaucrat I’ve ever seen. She's like a death eater but instead of avada kedavra and crucio she uses shame and shhhing.

james: she wouldn't let him into the restricted section without a note

remus, choking back tears: I AM A PREFECT

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pansy: I have never flown the high road. But I tell other people to ‘cause then there’s more room for me on the low road.

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hermione: If I had a stripper’s name, it would be Equality. for house elves and all beings.

ron: if i had a stripper's name it would be sugar striped candy pole for my -

harry: hermione, DON'T -

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sir cadogen: You know, in the 1880’s, there were a few years that were pretty rough and tumble here at Hogwarts. This depicts kind of a famous fight between Morpheus Rane, a prefect in Slytherin house, and Wilhemena Batlock, a Hufflepuff seventh year. The original title of this painting was ‘A Lively Fisting.’ But y’know, they had to change it for…obvious reasons.

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bellatrix, in the afterlife: i regret nothing. the end.

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harry: I don’t want to be overdramatic, but today felt like a hundred years in hell and the absolute worst day of my life.

tofty: I'm sorry but you WILL have to repeat your history of magic OWL

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james: Lucky for me, I’ve processed all my feelings. And I’ve gone through the five stages of grief - Denial, anger, picking on Peter, cat adoption, reckless dueling, cat returning to the adoption place, reading all Martin Miggs books in the series (what i was picking on peter for actually), and not giving a flying fuck.

remus: you can't say fuck

james: oh great i'm going to have to start the process all over again.

remus: peter, you'd better run

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dudley: I’m allergic to magic candy. Every time I eat more than 80 sweeties I barf.

fred: how about...81

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sirius: I’ll have a glass of your most expensive red wine mixed with a glass of your cheapest white wine served in a dog bowl. Silly straws all around, please.

remus: this is why we can't date in public

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neville: I’m gonna get drunk and then I’m gonna order a three course meal where each course is made of dessert.

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arthur: I promised myself I was not going to cry tonight, and I’ve already broken that promise five times. But I will not break it a sixth.

bill: dad maybe you shouldn't give a toast while fleur's family is still here

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gilderoy: I have no idea what I’m doing, but I know I’m doing it really, really well.

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pansy: Use him. Abuse him. Lose him. That’s the Parkinson motto.

draco: I thought the Parkinson motto is don't look at me you whore.

pansy: the motto is really more like a chapter book.

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harry: You’re ridiculous and pureblood rights is nothing.

voldemort: wow

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tonks: I would like a glass of red wine and I’ll take the cheapest one you have because I can’t tell the difference.

sirius: cheers i'll drink to that

remus: put. the bowl. down.

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eh, and just one for the road: “I wonder who else was born in Eagleton. Voldemort, probably.” – Leslie Knope

#parks and rec #hp memes #incorrect harry potter

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pregnant-piggy · 4 years

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Picking a venue

part three of The Wedding, series masterlist

Sirius Black x reader

Words: 1350

A/N: I dreamt this part and it was one of the best dreams I’ve ever had

GIF not mine

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‘Sirius it is just one afternoon! Stop being a baby!’

Sirius was holding you tight and didn’t let you go. You were supposed to go help Lily and James with their wedding-venue and you already were late.

A week ago Lily and James had announced their engagement. They had asked you to help them with the planning, since you were by far the best one from your friend group when it came to planning things. Sirius and James were just terrible, Remus always forgot his planning and Lily tried to do more than what she had planned. The only other good planner was Peter, but no one had heard from him yet.

Sirius and James had gone to his house a few days ago, but the space was deserted. This had only lead to more stress for Lily, so you were happy today was about something joyful.

At least, if Sirius ever let you go. Currently you were trapped in his arms while he was kissing the back of your neck. In any other situation you would have stayed home, but you had promised Lily and James and you were not planning on breaking that promise.

‘I just missed you so much,’ Sirius mumbled against your skin. You stopped resisting and turned around to your boyfriend.

‘I know you have, I have missed you too,’ you said and kissed his forehead. Sirius tried to kiss you but you withdrew. ‘But I missed my friends too.’

Sirius grumbled, but his grip weakened. You got up and pulled down your dress. ‘I’ll see you tonight, honey.’ You kissed Sirius one last time and walked out of the room.

On your way to the front door you came across Remus. His head was buried in his book and he almost bumped into you.

‘I left food in the fridge for you and Pads for tonight,’ you said when Remus looked up to you.

‘And what will you eat then?’ Remus asked absently.

‘I’m having dinner with Lily and James, remember? We’re going venue-picking today?’

‘Oh, yeah. Have fun!’

Remus disappeared into his room and you shook your head. Never try to get an answer out of a reading Remus.

The front door closed behind you and you ran down the stairs. Lily had asked you to meet her in front of their apartment building at three. It was now five to three and it was a fifteen minute walk, ten if you walked fast.

A lot faster than you liked, you walked to the place you were supposed to meet. Your hands got cold from the wind. It was early March and still cold. While the sun did shine, the air was cold and the wind numbed your fingers. Putting your hands in your pocket you sped up. Maybe if you walked faster you would get warmer.

‘(Y/N)! Just on time!’ James exclaimed as you reached the couple. You shot him a glare; you knew you were late.

‘I’m sorry, Sirius…’ you said and Lily immediately nodded.

‘No point. Ready?’

‘Born ready,’ you said with a smile and hooked your arm with Lily’s.

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The whole afternoon you spent at the most beautiful gardens and old buildings. James almost fell in the water when he tripped over a tree trunk, so that venue was declined quickly.

‘I don’t want to fall on my wedding day,’ Lily stated at the restaurant that evening.

The three of you were sitting in a small restaurant. Lily was sipping her white wine, looking tired but content. James was sitting next to her with his arms around her shoulder, staring at his beer. He had definitely thought that picking venues would be a far more interesting activity.

Lily and you were going over every venue you had visited.

‘I liked the first one,’ you said, playing with the straw of your gin tonic. ‘On a sunny day that garden is beautiful. And there was enough room for a lot of guests.’

‘That’s true, but don’t you think it will be too cold? And what if it rains? I think I liked the old library better. That one has a garden too.’

‘You know you have Remus’ vote on that one,’ you chuckled. ‘But I agree. You could get married outside, but you’ll still have the option to have the wedding inside when it rains.’

‘What do you think, sweetie?’ Lily asked James and he looked up from his beer. By the look in his eyes you could see he had not been paying attention at all.

‘Yeah, I uhh- I agree,’ he mumbled.

‘So should I call?’ Lily asked and she didn’t look tired anymore.

‘They are open ‘til eight,’ you said and looked at the time. ‘If you’re quick you can make it.’

Lily took her phone and hurried outside. Through the window you could see her talking cheerful in her phone. You turned to James who was also watching his fiancée.

‘Heard anything from Peter yet?’

James turned around to you. ‘No, Sirius and I left a note at his house, but we haven’t heard anything back. I try not to think of it too much. And prevent to talk about it with Lily, she-’ he turned around to make sure she was still outside ‘-can’t handle it too well. Last night when we walked home after a night out and she saw a rat, she broke down in tears and I had to carry her home.’

James played with the label of his beer bottle and you could see he was worried about Lily.

‘I just think it was all too much for her. Me, Remus and Sirius gone, Peter disappeared and then her parents’ death. If you hadn’t proposed to her, Merlin knows how she would’ve looked now,’ you said softly and shut up when Lily walked back over to your table.

‘What were you talking about?’ she asked when she sat down.

‘Quidditch,’ you and James said at the same time and laughed at each other surprised.

‘Oh, so nothing,’ Lily said and she took a sip of her wine. ‘Well, the venue is booked! They said we have to come by this week to sign some papers and then it’s official.’

‘Oh, Lily, I am so happy for you!’ You raised your glass. ‘To the future Potters!’

James and Lily cheered and at the same time your phone rang. You answered it and were greeted by Remus’ voice.

‘How’s dinner?’

‘Dinner is great so far. Lily and James booked a venue!’

‘That’s wonderful! Tell them I’m happy for them.’

‘You’re on speaker phone, Moony, they can hear you.’

‘Oh, well in that case; I’m happy for you guys! Where is it?’

‘It’s the old library in the centre of the city,’ Lily answered. ‘You know the one with the gargoyles?’

‘That’s a gorgeous building,’ Remus sighed.

‘We’d thought you would say that,’ you chuckled. ‘Why did you call?’

‘I uhh… might not have listened when you told me about dinner…’

‘There is pasta in the fridge. You only have to heat it,’ you sighed.

‘Oh, right,’ Remus said. ‘Sirius! Food’s in the fridge! (Y/N) left it for us!’

You heard Sirius walk into the room. Over the phone you looked at Lily and James and with a roll of your eyes you told them it was always like this. These boys wouldn’t survive one day without you.

‘That’s what I said!’ Sirius said to Remus.

‘I’m sorry! I just wanted to be sure!’ Remus said back.

‘I think you’re good now!’ you laughed in the phone. ‘I’ll see you tonight. Love you.’

‘Love you more!’ Sirius yelled through the phone and you could practically hear Remus roll his eyes.

You put your phone away and turned to your two friends in front of you. Lily was still laughing and James was grinning now. The waiter arrived with your food and James dove into it like he hadn’t eaten in days.

‘So wedding dress shopping tomorrow?’ you joked and Lily almost choked on her food. ‘I’m only kidding, Lils.’

‘I know, I know,’ she said and coughed. ‘You just surprised me.’

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dragonologist-in-the-making · 4 years

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Hi!! Could I request a RemusxReader fic where they're both teachers who are dating and just spending a really nice evening/afternoon/whatever you choose together? Thank you regardless and have a great day!

Title: Memories

Pairing: Remus x reader

A/N: Yesss I love this!! Thank you so much, I hope you like it! This also came out slightly sad, I’m really sorry I couldn’t help it (hopefully the happy stuff makes up for it?) Also, for anyone who has sent in a request I’m getting to them! I’m trying to post once a day at the moment but if the requests start piling up then I’ll up it to twice – either way your requests are coming soon!

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: just a little sad, reminiscing of their time as students and missing their friends. But there’s happy and lovey stuff in their too, no fear!

Requests are still open!

It was September 1st, normally your least favourite day of the year. You loved your job, teaching at Hogwarts was always fulfilling and seeing the bright new faces every year as they began to discover the magical world really was something that you counted yourself lucky to be a part of. However, it normally meant leaving behind your husband, a Mr Remus Lupin, and although Dumbledore was extremely understanding in letting you leave over the nights of the full moon to look after him, having to say goodbye never got easier.

This year, however, was different. After last year’s utterly incompetent Gilderoy Lockhart had lost his memory (you couldn’t help but feel grateful after having to put up with his antics for a whole year) and with it his position as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, your werewolf had been hired as the new professor, and you couldn’t wait to be able to see him every day.

As a returning teacher, you’d gone back to Hogwarts a couple of days early to get everything in order, and today was the day that Remus would be arriving, along with the rest of the students, on the Hogwarts Express (Dumbledore had had a private word with Remus and suggested that, given the recent escape of Sirius Black from Azkaban, having a professor on the train may not be a bad idea). The farewell you had shared a few days prior was much different to the ordinary as your house looked bare, the both of you having packed away many of your belongings.

Looking at the time, you realised it was much later than you thought, quickly changing into your robes and heading down to the Great Hall where you took your place at the staff table just as the students started to file in. Not even five minutes later, a familiar face sat to your right, taking your hand under the table and giving it a tight squeeze.

“How was the journey?” you whispered, having heard rumours as the flew around the hall, but hoping they were simply that.

“Dementors.” He grimaced, neither of you facing the other and looking straight forward, having both decided that there was no need to make it obvious to the students that you were a couple. Not immediately, anyway. “Dumbledore’s furious. I was in a compartment with Harry and his friends, the ones you’ve told me about. He passed out – I think he’s okay now,” he reassured as he saw a look of panic overcome you. You’d taken a very protective role over Harry since he’d arrived at Hogwarts, and he often came to you for advice or an afternoon tea on your arrival – he loved hearing the stories you would tell him all about his parents. “McGonagall is with him, but he insisted for the rest of the journey that he felt fine. I’m sure he’s eaten enough chocolate to make him struggle through the welcome feast.” He chuckled. “But (y/n), I don’t think I believed it when you told me just how much he looks like James. It’s uncanny.” At these last words, his voice had quietened.

You gave his hand another gentle squeeze, turning to look at him. “Acts like him too, Rem. I give it a week before you’re cursing his fathers name all over again.” You grinned, nodding towards the doors where he was walking in and taking a seat next to Ron and Hermione, the general babble of the students dying down as Dumbledore stood up to give his speech.

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You knocked gently on the door to Remus’ room, opening it and slipping in when he answered. Although you spent most of your nights together, he had always insisted on still having his own room for the nights of the full moon, saying that he didn’t want to darken any memories of his bedroom, one of the only places he could relax, with his transformations. Knowing that last night had been a particularly rough moon, you as a kitten curled up against Remus for the night as the only form of comfort you could give, you had come back from a quick trip to Hogsmead with arms full of chocolate to get him through.

Spreading out all the treats you had brought onto the bed before him, he moaned gratefully, already unwrapping a chocolate frog. “Merlin, (y/n), I love you.” His expression brightened significantly as your melodic laugh rang through the room.

“Well luckily for you, Professor Lupin, I’m your wife.” You retorted, still not used to his new title, but loving it so much you used it at every opportunity you could. “How are you doing, sweetie?” You asked, stroking through his hair as you pressed a kiss to his cheek gently.

“Bored of sitting in this bed. Come on, I have an idea.” He clambered out of the bed and dragged you from his room, heading through the corridors with a destination seemingly in mind. You kept a hold of his hand, still not wanting to showcase your relationship in front of the students, but knowing that your touch always made Remus feel much more calmer and grounded when he was recovering.

After wandering through empty corridors and climbing many staircases, you arrived in the astronomy tower, a place you would frequent in your younger years. You laughed at the memories, conjuring up blankets and pillows for you both, you sitting down cross legged and soaking in the sun from the windows as Remus lead down with his head in your lap, your fingers absentmindedly stroking through his hair.

“It’s hard being here and not thinking about them, don’t you find?” He spoke up after a while, speaking a thought that had been on both of your minds since the start of the year. “This is where so many of our memories happened, they’re constantly surrounding us.”

“I know, Rem.” You sighed, sad to see him going through something which had bothered you a lot when you were first hired by Dumbledore. “Every room in this castle still has a lingering memory of them, of all of us. It doesn’t go away, you don’t stop forgetting after a while. But, you have new memories that you can think of in those rooms, too. A student coming to confide in you, a prank of Fred and George’s, a rare joke from Minnie.” You both laughed at the old nickname, and about how she had gone from teacher to colleague, a weird balance you were both still trying to navigate. “And there are memories of our time here that don’t involve them, too, you know? I like to focus on our memories, yes they might be tainted now but I’ve got you and I’ll forever be grateful for that. We met here. We fell in love here, we snuck away to this very tower.” You nudged him as his chuckle reverberated through his chest and you could feel his shoulders shaking.

“I might not have been the best at Prefect duty.” He admitted, a blush covering his cheeks. He sat up, facing you and leaning in to give you a sweet kiss, lingering slightly longer than he maybe should have as he dwelled in the memories.

After spending hours in the astronomy tower, the light began to fade and it was time to head to the Great Hall for dinner. You walked through the now much busier corridors, as everyone headed in the same direction as you, side by side, holding each other closely. You had somehow found even more comfort in your love for one another, if that was even possible, and as you walked together, just as you had always done, you didn’t care who saw or who knew.

What you didn’t see was the warm smile Minerva McGonagall was wearing as you passed her office, having caught sight of the two of you, away in your own world as if no time had passed, as if you were still in your seventh year, entranced with each other in a way she rarely saw. She had lost a lot of your friends, and grieved for them too, but she was glad she had the two of you back in your home, where you belonged.

#harry potter #harry potter fic #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #professor lupin #professor lupin x reader #remus x professor!reader #remus x reader #werewolf remus #reader insert

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ardentmuse · 4 years

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Perchance a Parchment (George Weasley x Reader) - Part 5

Harry Potter - George Weasley x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.7k

Summary: In the aftermath of their failed meet-up, MC builds the confidence to do a few things she’s always needed to do and George finds the courage to follow his heart.

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

A/N: Not how I expected to spend this morning, so I hope you all enjoy this surprising update.

As you hung the last of the signs advertising your last big hurrah, a bookfest filled with live readings, stage performances, children’s theater, and sales galore, Patricia finished sending the last of the owls to the authors you wished to be featured.

You slumped down on your respective chairs in the middle of the store. But you only got settled when you heard the chime of the doorbell.

“Where’s my sweet girl?” Tom called from the door. It was hard to see his head over the giant pile of boxes and bags from the various local sellers. With two great strides, he dropped the bags unceremoniously upon your counter before turning and offering you both a giant, cheeky grin.

But his face fell the minute he saw the decorations and posters you had placed around the store advertising your big event this weekend.

“What’s all this?”

“Our last push to try and save the shop,” you said as you stood to offer him a hug, and to ask a few questions.

He huffed, “Don’t bother.” And before you could process the shock of those words, your face contorting into a horrible scowl, he barrelled forward with his own monologue. “Bill Weasley was promoted this week, something regarding ministry relations--”

“Don’t say the name Weasley in my shop, Thomas,” you mumbled under your breath. But Tom was a bulldozer, completely ignoring your obvious cues of discomfort.

“-- but it doesn’t matter. With his promotion comes my promotion! Gringotts has decided to transfer all of his territories to me. We leave for Egypt Saturday!”

Your mouth fell open in shock.

“Isn’t that great, babe?” Tom asked, clearly dissatisfied with your response, though it seemed he would have been dissatisfied with anything that wasn’t you flinging your arms around his neck, kissing him profusely, and deeming him your savior.

After a few seconds of you still not saying anything, the only sound the movement of Patty to excuse herself from the clearly tense situation, Tom pressed forward. He reached a hand into one of the bags, pulling out a lovely powder blue silk scarf, woven with silver string in the shape of stars.

“For the sand. Don’t you like it?”

You took a deep breath, trying to process the level of anger you are feeling. Tom just assumed you would drop your life to pursue his dreams, didn’t even once stop to ask you first. You always knew Tom was ambitious and loved your desire to adventure, but you were older now, more boring maybe. You wanted stability, to dig deep and make roots. After years of living light, your heart called so strongly to be heavy. And you had hoped Tom’s heart called for that too…

“Tom, I’m not going to Egypt with you.”

“Oh, Merlin, babe, I’m--” he stopped his cheerful ramble when he realized what you had actually said. He dropped the cloth upon the counter. “Are you serious?”

You sighed, “I have a shop to run.”

“That will be closed in a week!” Tom protested. “I know you are worried about money, but don’t be, Y/N. I’ve got us covered. You don’t need to do anything but let me take care of us.”

“This isn’t about money, Tom!” you found yourself screaming, “This is about having something that’s mine. I don’t want to just follow you around my whole life. I’m my own person. I have my own goals.”

Tom grabbed your shoulders in his large hands, trying to stabilize you. It was a gesture that would normally feel supportive but today only made you feel suffocated.

“I know, I know, and I want you to. You can write a book or do charity work or focus on starting our family. Come on, sweetie. Be realistic. I love your drive, but does it have to be here in this crudy shop over some old books?”

You found yourself being lulled by the sweet timbre of his voice - maybe travelling the world again and writing a book beside him wouldn’t be a bad thing - until he said that one word.

“Crudy?”

You pulled away harshly.

“We both know this was just a pipe dream. Very few businesses make it on Diagon Alley. Most of the shops have been here hundreds of years. Well, except the Weasleys.”

“DON’T SAY THE NAME WEASLEY IN MY SHOP, THOMAS!” you screamed this time, causing your boyfriend to throw up his hands in mock terror.

Realizing how much things had escalated, you both pause and breathe. You take a seat down upon your chair, processing what Tom just told you. He never supported you or your dream. You loved him, yes, and he loved you, too. But it seems you may have loved shadows of yourselves. Tom loved the you of three years ago, the one who found more happiness upon his arm than on her own two feet. And you loved a Tom who helped you find home after years of running, the one who taught you what connection was, even if he wanted that connection to only be with himself alone.

“I don’t love you,” you breathed out loud, only now realizing the freeing weight of saying the words out loud. “I mean, I love you the way I love any friend but I don’t love you.”

You looked up from your hands to take in Tom’s face, blank and cold and only slightly confused.

“You don’t love me?”

Your eyes scanned his square jaw that you used to love running your fingers across, the lips that used to draw yours forward in lust or longing, the curls you used to pull in passion or pat in comfort, and the eyes that bore into you now in question, and you couldn’t help but wonder how long you had hoped he might be someone else. Had it been always? Had you been so blind to not see that what you loved was having someone, not this someone in particular?

“No,” you whispered with a slight shake of your head.

Thomas let out a deep breath before staring at the ceiling of your shop. His back pressed hard against the counter as he let his grip grow tighter. After a moment, his gaze turned to you once more. But you didn’t see the pain there that you had imagined. Just a stray tear and something akin to relief.

“I don’t love you either,” he admitted. “I hoped I might someday, but–” he cut himself off with another huff before taking a step towards you. “You are my best friend. You’re funny, you’re smart, you’re beautiful. We were perfect for each other.”

Tom flung himself down into the chair beside you. His hand inched towards your own and for once you didn’t feel the desire to pull away.

“Where’d we go wrong?”

You laughed, gripping the fingers of your best friend tightly for the first time in a long time -- not that you hadn’t held hands recently. Sometimes it felt like you were attached at the hands because that was what couples do. But it had been a very long time you only now realized that you could call Tom your best friend.

“Maybe in thinking friendship wasn’t enough for us? Not everything nice on paper makes sense in practice.”

Tom smiled at you genuinely before kissing your knuckles.

“You’ve always been wiser than me,” he said while returning your hand to you. “I think in the back of my head I always knew but–”

“This was easy?” you asked. He simply nodded in confirmation.

Tom stood and walked towards the counter. He collected the bags he brought in but upon picking up the blue scarf, he placed it back on the counter again with a pat.

“You deserve better than easy, Y/N. I hope you know that.”

You smiled at him, the full weight of the situation hitting you finally like a freight train. Was it possible to feel relief so acute and sadness so intense that they cancel each other out like two trains hitting head-on until each was halved and mangled, much smaller and much more dangerous?

You felt the tears begin to hit your eyes now but not at the loss of Tom but at the loss of all the stability you had spent years creating – your store, your relationship, your community, and your Rhubarb.

Tom tapped the scarf once more. “In case a vacation to Egypt seems like your next adventure. I promise you’ll have a couch to crash on, friend.” The last word sounded strange on his tongue, like a test more than sentiment. You found you could get used to it.

“I’ll take you up on that, once–”

“I know,” he said as a tear fell down his cheek. He moved forward and leaned it to kiss you like he always did when he left the shop, though this time he paused and redirected, his lips finding your forehead with precision. He held himself to you long and lasting, his tears salting your head.

You couldn’t even look at him as he walked towards the door. You heard the chime and felt your heart clench as your world fell apart in earnest. You let yourself cry now for real, letting the waves of sorrow rake your body.

“I’m sorry but I have to ask,” Tom started from the door.

You popped your head up and rubbed your eyes, damning that this would be the last he’d see of you before you reunited as friends, a gross snotty mess unable to compose herself.

“Is there someone else?” he asked, almost embarrassed at himself for asking the question, realizing he had no right now to care.

But you smiled despite yourself.

“I hope, someday.”

Tom nodded, the smile on his lips, too. “Me too.”

And with that he walked out of your shop and your life for the foreseeable future, one more part of the pristine life you had built for yourself disappearing down the lane. But unlike everything else, this one felt right and good, like you were regaining part of your strength. There was hope now for that passionate love you had told Rhubarb your heart desired, even if you had no prospects at the moment. Rhubarb, Tom, and the insufferable George Weasley you angered yourself at realizing, had given you a gift in showing you not to content yourself with just okay ever again.

George sat at the desk of his childhood home, nursing slowly the tea his mother had given him staring at a blank parchment. He was in love he now realized. And the right thing to do would be to let his love move on with her life. He had caused enough harm already.

With a huff, he crumpled the paper and tossed it into the bin.

“Leave her be, you git,” he said to himself, “You destroyed her business, you led her on and stood her up. You hurt her and she deserves so much better than you.”

“Better than George Fabian Weasley?” Fred said from the door, “There is no such thing. Well, other than his more dashing twin.”

Fred threw himself down on his own childhood bed. The mattress was the same but the linens were now pink and the duvet a brilliant mint green with silver sparkles, prepared for Victoire’s monthly sleepovers.

It clashed with Fred’s hair greatly.

“So what are we going to do about this?”

George turned in his chair to see Fred reclining on his side, his head propped on his arm and a hickie prominent upon his neck. George felt the anger grow in him just a little at how easily Fred could find a woman to warm his bed– not that George wanted a bed warmer. He wanted a heart warmer, a life warmer. He wanted you, not that he had any right to.

“There’s nothing to do. We’ve done enough.”

Fred tisked loudly.

“Nothing is set in stone, Georgiepoo.” And with a flourish, he pulled a flyer out of his pocket and tossed it to his twin.

The flyer laid out upon the desk, pristine and thick just like the parchments you always send his way.

“Story Extravaganza?” George read out loud. “What is this?”

Fred just smiles, relaxing further into his bed. “It’s your girl fighting back.”

George smiles at Fred’s phrasing. He inspects the flyer carefully, impressed by how well you seem to know your customers to provide him so many things they might enjoy.

“And,” Fred begins, his voice growing more sly, “She may be fighting for you, too.”

Fred lays another piece of parchment on the desk next to Fred, one in your own script with the same flourish he’d grown so accustomed to seeing on the parchment.

Rhubarb,

I waited for you last night and you didn’t show up. I felt so foolish. I wish I understood what held you back, but I may never know.

Even if you wish to cut ties with me, I wanted to let you know that these talks of ours have given me the courage to do something I wasn’t sure I ever would be able to do. I spoke my mind to someone last night, someone who probably didn’t even care to hear what I have to say. This big shot business guy came by while I was waiting for you. I was probably not as nice as I could have been but I was direct with what I thought. I didn’t shrivel away out of fear of how I might be perceived. I fought for what I feel I deserve. It may not have been my proudest moment mouthing off to my enemy but it meant the world to me to know that you had part in building in me that kind of strength.

Thank you.

With Fred at his back, George tried to put pen to paper once more, this time knowing what he actually needed to say.

You were busy in your office intercepting a ton of notes from various local authors, almost all of whom were excited to make an appearance at the store either to promote new work or engage with readers. A few were even bringing excerpts of unpublished manuscripts to read and one of your favorite children’s authors was bringing along a band to perform some songs for the kids.

Everything was falling into place for a big celebration. Even if you didn’t make enough money to keep the store open — hell, you weren’t even sure your landlord would consider leasing to someone other than the Weasley’s at this point — it would be a great last hurrah. This was why you started the shop in the first place— to give the community a place to celebrate stories, creativity, and imagination. At the end of the day, it was always about community.

So when a certain snowy owl dropped a letter upon the incoming stack and greeted Diomedes with soft nips of her neck feathers, you didn’t notice. It wasn’t until you had sliced through the seal and saw the handwriting that the air left your chest.

My dear Cherry,

There’s no excuse for letting you sit there alone yesterday. I can’t explain where I was but I pray you will forgive me for leaving you.

I am proud of you and I can guarantee whatever you said did not fall on deaf ears. The break from your kind spirit could not have gone unnoticed. Whatever transgression he caused you surely deserved the words you tossed his way and I am sure you looked beautiful doing it.

I regret that you found yourself in that situation, though. You were expecting a friend and found an enemy instead. I am sorry for causing you that pain.

I’ll explain some day. I promise. But in the meantime, I am still here. I am still listening. Talk to me, sweetheart.

Rhubarb

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