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honeycomb-cinammonroll · 3 years

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SHE - L.E

SUMMARY: Through the years (Y/N) has fallen in love with Lily Evans while she falls for James Potter.

PAIRING: Lily Evans x femSlytherin!reader.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: Angst with a sad ending. OOC Severus Snape. Mention of death. I cried while writing this so beware.

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Am I allowed to look at her like that?

Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at?

Lily was laying face down in your bed, she wore a long T-shirt that barely covered her thighs, while you changed your outfit. You tried not to look out of respect, however you couldn't help but worry for your sanity. After all, being in love with your best friend meant having to endure looking at her without being able to touch her or kiss her.

If someone asked you when you realized you were completely smitten with the redhead at your side, you would answer in a heartbeat. Fourth year, Slytherin had won the Quidditch cup after a rough game against Gryffindor. All her housemates were booing and yelling, but not Lils, she ran to the other side of the pitch and tackled me in a bear hug.

“What do you think?” You asked her. Lily dropped her magazine on the bed and turned to look at you, her bright green eyes roaming your body as she examined the lime green dress you wore for your friends date.

“Gosh (Y/N) You're such a babe.” You knew she meant it, but not in the way you would've liked. Still you smiled brightly at her. But deep inside you, you longed for the day when those words were more than just friendly, when Lily Evans looked at you with the same adoration and love that you had for her.

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

You would find her in a polaroid picture

And she means everything to me

Lily Evans always carried around that peach flavored chapstick everywhere. It was her thing, her perfume was a green apple scent that you gifted her for her birthday, you didn’t know, but she wore it everyday. It made her feel closer to you, her best friend.

You on the other hand were never seen without that muggle camera, your mother had given it to you and you carried it everywhere, most of the polaroids you took were of the daily Hogwarts life, studying at the library, hanging at the Three broomsticks, spending time with Severus and Lily.

The picture you cherished the most however, was a polaroid of the Gryffindor redhead, Lily appeared smiling at the camera, her head tilted a little bit to the right, her hair loose while her eyes were closed, the sunlight couldn’t have been more perfect because it captured her essence brightly.

“Are you ever going to tell her?” Severus asked, clearly annoyed at your lack of bravery and Lily’s obliviousness. You looked at the other side of the great hall, Potter was talking to her happily while Lily rolled her eyes, but you could see the smile that creeped on her lip.

“Let it go, Sev. You and I both know it would only end badly.”

I'd never tell

No I'd never say a word

And oh it aches

But it feels oddly good to hurt

“Merlin, When is he going to give up?” You said, your tone clearly showing how annoyed you were at James Potter, maybe it was the fact that he could express how he felt without the fear of judgment, of losing Lily because he never really had her. But then again, you didn’t have her either.

“I don't know, but he's getting less insufferable. Don't you think so?” You rolled your eyes, Lily was caught off guard by this, you were never one to act that way. If only she knew just how badly you wanted to tell her, show her how you truly felt.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” She asked, completely oblivious to the bad feeling that settled into your chest, you got a hold of your books and abruptly stood up. “I’m perfectly fine, I just remembered I have to go and ask professor McGonagall something about that essay.”

With that, you left the library, the tears that rolled down your cheeks went unnoticed by Lily, but not by a certain glass wearer Gryffindor that had been watching you from afar.

She smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

You would find her in a polaroid picture

And she means everything to me

You loved to spend your nights on the Slytherin common room, especially when it was cold, you were wrapped around a warm blanket, laying on the love seat while the fire of the chimney brought you comfort, the book in your hand that narrated the love story of two naive teenagers spoke to you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, (Y/N)?”

“Huh?” You raised your head from your book to look at Lily, she stormed into the empty common room, something she did since both you and Severus were Slytherins and you used to sneak her in. She was just back from her first ever date with James Potter, a few weeks ago she had asked for your opinion on her outfit, and ever since then, you both were drifting apart.

“I asked what on earth is going on with you lately? You haven't spoken to me in three days, you act distant, and all of a sudden James tells me that he thinks you're in love with me!”

You noticed the tears that rolled down your cheeks, your heart was beating so rapidly that you believed it would get tired and stop. “Would it be so bad if I was?” Your voice sounded so vulnerable, broken.

She stood there, just looking at you with her mouth parted, at a loss for words. “Wh-what?”

“You stood from your seat, fully facing Lily, her fiery red hair matched the fire that you felt at the pit of your stomach. “Would you be so disgusted by me if I told you that I love you? That I have fallen for a girl who happens to be my best friend?”

“ (Y/N) I-'' She tried to carry on but you continued talking, getting closer and closer to the girl you loved. “That the reason why I needed space was because i can't stand the thought of you and James Potter because that should be me and-”

This time, it was her who took the next step, Lily got a hold of your shirt and pulled you towards her, the movement so sudden you would have fallen if it wasn't for the pair of hands that held you by the waist.

All your life, you dreamed for the moment your lips met, and now that it was happening, your mind couldn't think about anything but her. Lily Evans tasted just like that stupid peach flavored chapstick, the smell of her perfume was so intoxicating and you felt like you were floating. And at the same time, it was such a bittersweet feeling that was installed on your chest.

Lily pulled apart just as abruptly as she kissed you, both of you had tears in your eyes, she wouldn't even look you when she turned around and without a single word spoken, left, leaving you behind. All you could think was how it was perhaps the ending of your story, one that never even had the chance to begin.

And I'll be okay

Admiring from afar

Cause even when she's next to me

We could not be more far apart

And she tastes like birthday cake and storytime and fall

But to her

I taste of nothing at all

A month had gone by and even if you tried to speak to Lily, she avoided you at all costs, by the second week you had accepted that not only had you lost a friend, you had lost your other half.

So, taking matters into your own hands, you stood outside the Gryffindor common room, trying to ignore the deathly glares you received from the other members of the house.

Once you spotted Lily leaving the common room, you got a hold of her hand. “I have to tell you something.”

All it took was a look into your eyes to know that this was your last chance of making things right between both of you, so she nodded as she said goodbye to Marlene and Alice.

As Lily guided you through the halls and into an empty classroom, you felt your chest tightening once more, what you were about to do had you in tears already. She opened the door and you threw yourself into her arms.

“I love you Lils,” You said, the tears that fell from your eyes right into her shirt were the last thing you worried about, her arms wrapped around your torso and she held you just as tightly.

For a couple of seconds that was all you did, hold each other.

And then you broke apart, looking into those green eyes once more. Shit, maybe green has been your favorite color for all the wrong reasons. You leaned in and pressed a kiss on her cheek. Your hands were intertwined together as you whispered once more. “I love you, Lils.”

“James asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes.”

“I know.”

“Then why did you-” You smiled, although it didn't quite reach your eyes, you promised yourself this was the last time you cried over her. Over something that never happened. “Because, it's my way of saying goodbye Lily, I'm sorry,”

After that day, the world was just a little gloomier, you would find her looking at you during class, cheering from the stands while you played Quidditch, but not once did you allow yourself to look back. Often you wondered if she too had been just as enamored by you as you were with her. Maybe she just couldn't take that leap of faith with you.

Had you known that it would be the last time you'd speak to her, you would have repeated those same three words until it stopped making sense, in the end, Lily Evans died young, and you went on to live with the memory of those piercing green eyes and the taste of that cherry chapstick.

She meant everything to me...

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ererokii · 4 years

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Warmth of your Touch || Eren Jaeger

➳ Eren Jaeger x Fem Reader

Word Count: 4K Warnings: contains spoilers from season three Taglist: @jaegerbomb20 @sleepysnk (message to be on it in the future)

➳ Note: This is from my canceled december event and it was just laying around in my drafts, i might start posting more of those! Also ignore the typos and such, this is HEAVILY UNEDITED.

The members of the Survey Corps couldn’t remember the last time they let loose and had fun. Around here, everyone was on their tiptoes, waiting for any enemy to strike. Really, all of humanity was like this. But the Scout Regiment was the first line of defense, and they always went underground first before anyone else.

Many casualties swept over the brigade. The return to Shinganshina hit hardest. With the Beast Titan arrival and the fight put up by the Colossal and the Armored inflicted more damage than any group of titans could. With the death of Commander Erwin, and the retrieval of Reiner by the Cart Titan and Zeke, it wasn’t right. With the soldiers returning back home, it was quiet. No one dared to speak another word.

Only 20 or less able bodies made it back home to their families and were lucky enough to see the rays of the sun and breathe in the air that the Earth gave them. Too bad others were left on that battlefield on that day, their bodies becoming one with mother nature once more.

The days slowly but surely started to get shorter as summer turned to fall. The colors of the leaves changed for the season, right on time. The hot sticky air turned to crisp, and more damp. The sky let out it’s tears and covered the earth with grey blankets more often. The sun was hiding behind the clouds, as the fluffy white shapes overtook the sky. The rays barely peeked through them, unable to give light for the day.

With the help of Eren’s new hardening technique, he was able to make a new weapon that saved many soldiers from here on out. Hanji was enraptured about it. This experiment, that was a success, was all she could speak about. Nothing else mattered in her mind, and Captain Levi knew that as well.

Eren was pushed to the brim with this. Day after day, night after night, the boy was exhausted. They pushed him beyond his limits for the technique. Sometimes, he was in and out of consciousness. His titan form decreased in size, his bones would crack upon another transformation to the point where he couldn’t even stabilize himself with his own legs that had the width of twigs.

Fall soon turned over for the year and gave the duty of the seasons to Winter. Winter came rather hard, and quick at that. The harsh winds sent chills up and down the soldiers' spines as they paid their respects to their fallen comrades. An assortment of bouquets were placed in front of the many grey stones that represented a daughter, a son, a father or a mother.

The dirt underneath the boots of the breathing was moist from the rain. The crunches of leaves was the only noise that rang in a soldier’s ears, despite the sobs from others.

Eren couldn’t help but carry the burden. He felt as if it was his fault for their deaths. Their sacrifices, only to keep him alive and well. Humanity’s Last Hope. With the newfound memories from his father, he knew that everything laid in his hands.

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The seasons passed as they always did. Life in the walls became busy once more. In a year, the Scouts were able to wipe all the leftover titans in Wall Maria. This meant old residents of this wall were able to return to their homes and start all over again. There was nothing wrong with that, but it meant that the fight for their land was over.

Everyone seemed to show gratitude towards the Scouts. At first, they hated the soldiers who would risk their life to put an end to the Titans reign of power. Called them ‘fat pigs who lived off of our hard working money’. Many soldiers of course took offense to this, but decided to stay silent. After all, they were right about the hard working money. Their earnings were the only things that allowed them to have the supplies they needed to survive.

Winter approached once more to the soldiers of the Survey Corps. Adjustments were made as they needed to happen. Hanji, was appointed as the new Commander of the regiment. The news of humans being Titans spread like wildfire between every man and woman in the walls. The children stayed oblivious.

The outside word began to shine brighter if possible. The world was rid of the filth that the Titans had left behind. The grass was able to dance in the wind as flowers began to grow from the soil. Animals were able to come out from years of terror, finally realizing they were free. Even though the man eating creatures weren’t attracted to animals, the sight of any being over an average height could place fear into the hearts of anyone, including living creatures.

The gust of wind blew against the windows of the rooms in the headquarters. Despite everything being closed, the nooks and crannies were able to fill the once warm shelter, making it cold and gloomy.

The Levi squad, that consisted of those left over from the battle at Shinganshina, were put to cleaning duty. Of course, that’s what you guys always did when Captain Levi felt it was time for a new cleaning, which was about every other day.

Currently, you got stuck in a room with Sasha and Connie. Your job was to clean the room, wipe the shelves, mop the floor, wipe the desk that was in there, make sure to sweep the room as well. It was a lot of tasks for a room that was meant for one person.

A hum vibrated in your throat as you stood on your tiptoes, using a rag that was given to you by the Captain, to clean the upper shelves. It wasn’t even that dirty. You would give it at least another few days before it needed to be cleaned. It was like Levi had a secret eye for spotting microscopic dust particles. It was absurd to say the least.

Behind you were the other two, Connie and Sasha. They did do their work! They actually helped, but for some reason they decided nothing to. You could hear their giggles and the clanging of their broomsticks knocking against each other. The buckets getting knocked over with dirty water didn’t help either but hey, if they got in trouble that was on them. Least you were doing your part.

Maybe you could laugh from your room as you watched them run until their legs fell off, begging for mercy as the hot sun burned against their backs. It always amused you when the Lieutenant stared up at them, unamused.

You flinched when you heard Sasha let out a screech and a cry of anguish discharged from Connie’s mouth.

“What are you guys doing?” you questioned as you swiveled on your heel, turning to face them. Connie’s ass had met the floor, a hand against the floor to keep him upright and the other on top of his head. Sasha on the other hand, still had her arms raised in the air, a look of revelating shock on her features. They seemed to be playing ninjas again by the way Sasha had her leg up and bent in a right angle.

“She hit me, that's what she did!” Connie abruptly stated, looking up at the two girls in front of him. “You promised not to hit me! I never hit you!”

“It was an accident Connie! Your head just happened to come into contact with my hand! It wasn’t intentional, honest!”

“What’s going on in here?”

Your eyes widened as you held the wooden stick with a vice like grip to your chest. Your heart began to beat a bit faster than usual. Your posture straightened up as you turned around to look at the short man.”C-Captain Levi!”

The said man looked up at you, then turned his head to Sasha and lowered his gaze to Connie, who was still on the floor. No words were exchanged as he took a step back, realizing the mess that occurred. The cleaning supplies were scattered across the floor, the mop and brooms were on the floor instead of the hands of Sasha and Connie, and not to mention the dirty water was spilled and engraved into the rugs. Yeah, they were in deep shit.

Without warning, Levi made a ‘come forth’ motion with his index finger, to the pair, glancing his silvery eyes to your stiff body. “Keep cleaning, I’ll make Eren come help you.”

“Yes sir!” you saluted him as fast as you could, internally shaking as the three of them walked out of the messy room. As soon as they left, you could hear yelling from the corridor and their terrified squeaks.

A huff escaped your lips as you bent over, picking up the spare cleaning supplies. Looks like it would be awhile until someone else came to help you.

He said Eren right?

At the name of the boy, your face heated up as you shook your head rapidly, ignoring any thoughts of them. It was often that the brunette invaded your unconscious mind and overtook every crevice of it. His eyes were absolutely beautiful. They had to be your favorite part of him, besides his personality. The way the irises shined in the sunlight, the rays giving them an ethereal look. His lashes complimented them. They weren’t long, but they weren’t short. Whenever he stared at you, you swore you could just lose yourself in them.

His appearance was changing. His hair became longer and rested at the base of his neck. His shoulders began to broaden as he got a bit taller as the year passed. His loud mouth quieted down as he became more realistic with his goals. He was still the same driven boy you met three years ago.

“Hey.”

Your jaw slacked as you looked over your shoulder. Eren was standing in the door frame, as he looked down upon you. It took you a second to realize what position you were in, on your hands and knees with your back facing him. Scrambling off the floor, you swiftly fixed the shirt and pants of your uniform. “H-Hi Eren!”

Fuck you probably embarassed yourself in front of your own crush. He probably thought you were a weirdo.

“Hi Y/N,” he spoke calmly and walked into the room, brushing a strand of brown hair out of his face as he placed a hand on the desk, using it as leverage to crouch and grab a mop. “They made a big mess huh?”

“Yeah they did..they always manage to get themselves in trouble. Kinda shocked..how they lasted this long in the Levi Squad.”

An amused noise came from Eren as he looked out the window, squinting his eyes. Without speaking, he advanced forward to the glass and moved the curtain out of the way. “Well would you look at that..”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“It’s snowing,” he muttered and took a step back, letting the drapes loose from his hands. “Wonder how they’ll get punished.”

“No way it’s snowing?” you asked, ignoring his last words as you rushed to the window, placing your hands on the cold glass. You had just finished cleaning it, your hand prints would now be stuck to it. “Wow it is,” you whispered, a joyous feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. “We should go outside right now.”

“Now? Are you crazy? Captain Levi would punish us twice as hard than those two! We could probably be on our deathbed if we don’t get to work!”

“Oh hush up Eren! When was the last time we were able to have fun huh? Years right? Literally! Live a little!” you exclaimed, tossing the stick on the floor.

The brunette grumbled in protest as he shook his head, his strands of hair following his movement. “Thanks but no thanks. I rather live my life peacefully.”

An annoyed groan left your lips as you approached him, your lower lip jutting in an agitated pout. “Come on Eren. Please? For five minutes I promise! Levi is probably on the other side of headquarters right about now!”

He turned his head to the side, his eyes piercing into yours. His eyes were dull, but the curve of his lip meant otherwise. His fingers slithered around the silver pole of the mop, the pads of them moving up and down slowly as if he was thinking about it.

“Guess it can’t be helped,” as dramatic as he was, he let out a loud sigh and dropped the mop of the floor. “Let’s go. Before Captain Levi rips us a new one.”

“You’re the best Eren!”

“Uh huh. Now hurry up!”

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The two of you put on your winter coats. It was the same one as the ones you were given in your cadet years, just a bit more efficient. The hoods were over your head as you walked beside Eren in the falling snow. It could have looked like any soldiers left the building. Soldiers with no chores, is what you guys were going for.

“I think we’re clear now,” you said as you took your hood off, looking around the vicinity. Eren glanced down at you and did the same, running a bare hand through his hair.

“Well go crazy then. You brought us out here,”

“Shut up Eren,” a huff of air passed your lips, the fumes becoming visible to the eye as it turned to mist and disappeared. Your eyes wandered across the dark clouds in the sky, small white particles falling from the insides of them. The grass that you walked on, began to get covered by the blankets of snow, the crunching increasing underneath your boots as you moved an inch or two. Your fingers itched inside your pockets, begging to touch the white mess.

The tip of your nose began to grow cold as you let out a sniffle, scrunching your nose as well as your upper lip in the process. The cold was nothing compared to this though. Honestly, you wouldn’t have minded coming with someone else, but something about Eren made it ten times more special than a random person.

Eren watched you from his peripheral vision, staying silent as the shock and awe look on your face was enough for butterflies to appear in his stomach. You looked like a child in a jewelry store in Wall Sina. You had to have seen snow before, but it was just in the moment that made you look adorable. His cheeks burned with a rosy red as he looked away from you, craning his neck upwards to look at the grey blanket of darkness. If he looked close enough, he could see the sun trying to peek through the stubborn clouds, but to no avail, it could not.

He fluttered his eyes shut as he exhaled slowly, letting the days stress wash away from his body. Eren was exhausted. Emotionally, and physically. His body was used for experiments constantly, he rarely took breaks as he mentioned that he had to be ready for whatever. Emotionally, he hated his power. He hated being a monster like everyone said he was.

He attempted to be normal on so many levels. At first he knew he wouldn’t be better than those ugly creatures that used to roam the land. The townspeople weren’t his biggest fans. They tried persuading the Military Police to shut him down when he first found out about his shifting ability. It was horrendous. He just wanted to be seen as normal amongst those that were classified as a regular human being.

He tried so hard, yet no one could listen to him. He couldn’t see himself as human. In his eyes, he was disgusting. He was ugly. He was a monster.

Oblivious that Eren was in his own state of mind, you decided to take a moment to admire his looks. His eyelashes rested peacefully on the top of his cheeks, small puff of air exerted from his lips as his shoulders heaved up and down slowly. The tiniest of snowflakes landed on his supple skin, and melted away automatically from his warm body temperature. His hair started catching the fall snowflakes. The pieces of the small ice crystals scattered across his locks. He seemed like a snow angel, literally. The tip of his ears were a faint red, freezing from the cold atmosphere.

He was alluring. You wanted to know more about him. You craved to hear his deepest of secrets that only you would know. You desired for him to be by your side, and for you to take care of each other. The only person that knew of your crush on the boy was his friends, Mikasa and Armin.

Mikasa seemed to notice right away. In your third year of training, she took notice that you were more upbeat when Eren was nearby or you would try your best to be partnered with him, if she wasn’t already. Sometime in that year, she had approached you straight up, with the same look on her face and said--

“Do you like Eren, Y/N?”

“W-What do you mean?! Course I don’t like Eren!”

“You’re lying.”

She was in fact right. You begged her a hundred times not to bring it up to anyone, especially Eren. You would have rather been eaten by a titan, spit out and get devoured once more instead of having to confront Eren about your feelings. And of course since the universe loved messing with you, Armin happened to walk in on the moment you were begging with mercy and got curious as to what you were speaking about.

“Y/N, do you like Eren?”

“No Armin, why would you think that?!”

“Yeah she likes him.”

“Mikasa!”

At the embarrassing memory, you didn’t notice that Eren had already been staring at you, knowing that you were gazing up at him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m not looking at you in any way! Why are you looking at me like that?!”

“I asked you first, Y/N!”

Panicking, you quickly bent over and grabbed a clump of snow, modeling it into a sphere as you muttered things under your breath. He couldn’t know why you were staring because you wanted to kiss him, oh god no he could not.

“Y/N?”

“Shut up!” you said quickly and threw the ball of snow at his face, a sound of shock leaving your lips when a noise of surprise left Eren as the sphere slid off his face. He blinked rapidly a couple times, small clumps of white stuck to his eyelashes, making his eyes more alluring.

“Did you just…”

“Yeah I did..”

It was silent as he crouched down, staring forward but not at you. His hand dug into the blanket of snow and modeled a ball, letting out a shaky sigh. His nose has gone incredibly numb already at this point. His fingers dug into the delicate shape as he made eye contact for a split second before winding his arm back, and brought it forward with full force.

Before you had a second of protection, the ice crystal came into contact with your neck, the shape exploding upon contact and sending pieces flying. Some even fell down your coat and into your uniform. “Eren what the hell?!”

“What?” his grin that has been gone for too long, made its way back onto his face once more. Your heart fluttered at the sight. He looked like his old self once again. As much as you wanted to admit it, you missed him. You missed Eren. “shouldn’t have done that if you weren’t ready for a comeback huh?”

“Oh it's on,” you grunted.

Little kids is what you became once more. Your shouts and his laughter could be heard miles away from headquarters. Shots of snow were being sent back and forth from either side, some hits being successful, others not so much.

Both of you had to have looked the same by now. Your eyelashes were damp from the melted crystals, as well as chunks of snow staying on top of your hair. Your nose was frozen off as the snow came down a bit harder than you expected, but you didn’t care.

It seems like hours have passed since you’ve come out here with Eren. Chores were forgotten in the back of your mind as your smile seemed to brighten by each second. It was sure that the water stains in the room dried, but left a foul stench in there. Captain Levi would for sure come and hunt you guys down for leaving your job unfinished.

A loud laugh left your mouth when Eren tripped over a covered branch. His body folded as he fell forward, a yelp withdrawing from his lips. His face came into contact with the snow, his body leaving a decent sized human hole in the ground.

“Eren are you okay?!” you called out for when you stopped laughing, small puffs of air leaving your mouth as you walked over to his limp body.

He grunted as he pushed himself up, giving you an annoyed look. “Yes I’m perfectly fine,’ he grumbled and shook his head, reminding you of a dog as the pieces of snow fell off of his head.

“Run.”

Puzzled, your eyebrows furrowed as you looked down at him in curiosity. “I’m sorry, did you say run? Run for what?”

“Five.”

“Eren what the hell are you talking about?”

“Four.”

What the hell was he on about? If this was another one of his ramblings from his father’s memories, you would personally knock him out and tell him to quit it. But there was a different look in his eyes. His eyes were squinted, small creases formed at the corner of his eyes, a mischievous look in his orbs. His fingers clenched around nothing as he slowly got up from his position.

“Three.”

Realization hit you like a wagon being pulled by horses as you took a step back cautiously, a small lump forming in your throat. Yeah, no. You rather not be crumbled to the ground by a boy, who weighed more than you. That was a death sentence.

Instead of running, because you wanted to be cautious of any possible injuries, you decided to speed walk in the direction of the doors that led to the inside of headquarters. He couldn’t try shit if you were already inside. God, why was Eren like this?

You didn’t even hear the crunches of the shoes from behind you as a pair of arms wrapped around your midsection and knocked you down onto the ground. With a sharp intake of air, your back collided with the pillowy bottom as you wheezed for air. Your eyes widened when you realized how close you were to Eren.

His hands were by your biceps, caging you underneath him. His brown locks fell forward, but they weren’t long enough to tickle your face. His cold breath fanned against your face as you felt yourself drown in his eyes. His eyes glanced down at your lips before looking into your eyes. He felt all of his willpower from keeping him sane.

It seemed that his body moved on his own as he leaned down lower a fraction, as if he was getting ready to kiss you, but came to terms that it might not be the best idea. You took notice of it as you moved suddenly, bringing a hand up to his hood and pulled it over his head, making sure it covered his eyes. Your other hand raised up to his face, cupping the swell of his cheek as you leaned forward, pressing your cold lips against his own.

His whole body tensed for a few seconds before melting into the kiss. His eyebrows furrowed as he sat you both up, cradling a hand behind your neck as if to bring you closer. Your hands moved from his hood to the front of his coat, your fingers curling around the material. A new sense of heat seemed to wash over your entire body. His fingers danced on the base of your neck, shivers running down your body, not only from the cold, but from his electrifying touch. With him being at an advantage, his forehead pressed up against yours. Your fingers weaved into his hair, slowly running up to his scalp, desperately trying to stay in the moment.

He began to get shaky as he pulled away slowly, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth in the process. His eyes fluttered open as he took a look at your face. It looked like you were struggling to open your eyes after the kiss. It made him a bit prideful when he noticed this.

“Open up,” he whispered, tapping your cheek with his fingers, a boyish smile on his face. He watched as your eyes fluttered open, a hazy look in your orbitals.

“Hi Eren,” you forgot where you were as you glanced around the area, realizing you were still in the snow. “..I’m a bit cold.”

“Yeah? Me too,” he responded as he looked over your shoulder before pushing himself off of the ground, lending a hand for you. Gratefully, you took it as he hoisted you up.

“Do you think Captain Levi found that we weren’t there?”

The boy stayed silent as he thought for a moment before shrugging. “Who knows. Maybe he did and he’s looking for us right now. I think we should go back then, before we get punished,” he muttered and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

You stared down at his calloused palm rubbing up against your own. His hand was different. It was warm and it made you feel safe. Who knew a connection between hands was more than enough to know about your requited feelings.

“Eren I like you,” you blurted out, your face heating up as you looked down at the ground, listening to the crunches underneath your feet as you advanced forward.

“Yeah? I knew already.”

“Huh?!” A look of bewilderment and a choke of air was all you could express at the moment. Who betrayed you.

“How—“

“Mikasa,” he interrupted, a hint of smugness in his tone. “I asked her to find out for me last year.”

“Mikasa?” You whispered, voice wavering. You remember that she swore to not tell a soul, not even him.

“But it worked out right?” He asked and looked down at you, a grin on his face. “You should really thank her one day. She may be silent, but she knows what she’s doing.”

You rolled your eyes as you nodded, hugging his arm close to your chest. “Yeah you’re right. Maybe we should both thank her. She does save your life after all.”

“Hey that’s one thing I would not do. I never asked for it!”

Your laugh could be heard from a few feet away in the midst of the snowfall. Fog began to cloud the outside word as you held onto Eren as a guide.

Upon hearing your laugh, it made Eren feel human again. His heart was beating faster than normal, a sign that he was feeling another emotion besides fear. The touch of your hand set a fire full of adoration within him.

Unbeknownst to the two teenagers, their short Captain watched with his hard eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. He had just checked up on Sasha and Connie, who were cleaning the stable and happened to come across the scene not too far away from him.

Instead of deciding to approach the pair and punish them, he let them have their fun. Even if Eren was one of the most hated people in all of Paradis, even the most hated deserved to have someone warm their heart.

#eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #eren jaeger imagines #eren yeager imagines #eren imagines #attack on titan imagines #shingeki no kyojin imagines

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tickledpink31 · 3 years

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Night Raven College at Hogwarts Part III: Hogsmeade Finale

Warnings: light angst (blink and you'll miss it), underage drinking with butterbeer

Original idea was from chu1luc on Wattpad.

The end of Hogwarts Week is nigh, so the best part is saved for last on the Hogsmeade Weekend Trip.

Links: Part I Part II Part III

As much as Minako would like to spend her time browsing for books in Tomes and Scrolls, she has a bunch of chaotic children to look out for.

First and foremost, Malleus heads to ice cream parlour. The person running the counter is nearly scared off.

Nevermind that this man is a paying customer and wants his butterbeer-flavoured ice cream that his Child of Man has been feeding him the year before, he's a whopping 202cm fae with horns and a scary aura.

Malleus + Scared ice cream vendor = no ice cream ):

Lilia steps in to settle the issue and bought ice cream for him with his much more relaxed presence.

Malleus + butterbeer ice cream = :)

The Leech twins have a blast at Zonko's Joke Shop. The owner of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes came by to visit Zonko's and can't help but feel nostalgic when he sees the twins.

Kalim somehow wanders off to Diagon Alley and adopts a pygmy puff at a different joke shop.

"Isn't it adorable Jamil! His name is Rajah."

Riddle and Trey getting ideas for sweets in the next tea party from Honeydukes.

And speaking of Honeydukes, Ace and Deuce spend their galleons on collecting chocolate frog cards.

They take the Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans challenge too

Grim in general wants to try E V E R Y T H I N G.

So does Ortho but not about food. He's dragging Idia everywhere, excited that his brother is finally outside and has no other excuse but to try and enjoy the experience.

Vil tries to get his hands on the best clothes in Gladrags, but came out a little disappointed with the line of clothing.

"Roi du Poison, do not pout. These brightly coloured socks scream when they get smelly."

"Rook, are you implying I have smelly feet?"

Everyone competing to get a date with Minako at Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop, but she has already gone to take Malleus to the Shrieking Shack because she know's how much he loves abandoned buildings.

They totally went to explore that building.

Everyone meets up at Three Broomsticks where they get a taste of butterbeer.

Some students have had butterbeer before made by Minako, which is great don't get them wrong, but the one at Three Broomsticks really hits the spot.

Maybe it's because of the slight alcohol content. Minako's butterbeer was always alcohol-free.

At midnight, there's patronus light show. Not only do authorities get to participate, but anyone in the area that has a patronus gets to join in.

Minako summons her mouse patronus.

Deuce does it to without shame of his chicken patronus (you remember this drawing I made)

Maybe Minako taught other students too, but it probably would have been hard for them since the spell is famously difficult.

The next morning is a bittersweet goodbye.

Minako promises to visit more often as long as they write her letters.

After the Winter Holiday, it's Hogwarts' turn to visit NRC.

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years

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-Chapstick- Pansy Parkinson x Female Reader

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Kody: the lesbians have risen

Request: pansy x reader where they are friends & reader loves chapsticks very much because chapped lips also the taste and the smell are cute ?? and then she has different variants of it. Pans could smell it sometimes when she purposely gets closer, got curious one time and asked for it and she casually gave it. One time Pans asked what flavour was the one on her lips right now because it's different from the usual??? and reader was like see for yourself and then they ki- IM SO GAY FOR PANSY PARKINSON - 💐

House: Slytherin

Possible Triggers / Warnings: lesbian power couple baby, cursing, y/n being a bottom, making out.

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since day one you had been best friends with Pansy Parkinson. Even in your small little friend group that consisted of Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott, you just gravitated towards Pansy more. Maybe it was because you were both girls or the fact that you had met her first.

throughout your school years you and Pansy were like a power duo. Some were scared, some wanted your title, and the rest despised you both. Even with all the popularity you weren’t mean or cude to people who didn’t deserve it. Kill them with kindness is what you’d always say.

around your 6th year is when you enveloped your slight chapstick addiction. You had noticed your lips become more flaking and chapped as you grew up so over the summer when you visited america you bought a pack with a variety of different flavors.

Pansy made fun of you at first because of how quickly you had started to buy more and more until you had a collection. After all the teasing you two developed a sort of game you could say. Anytime Pansy could smell the chapstick on you she would try and guess what scent it was.

at first it was cute and friendly, but out of nowhere she would grab your face and bring it close to hers so she could smell the chapstick. It would be so sudden and make your stomach twist in a way you had never felt before, especially when she would send you a wink after she backed away.

after a lot of thinking and ‘therapy’ sessions with Theo you had come to the conclusion that you had fell for your best friend. It was very cheesy, but it was true. Pansy Parkinson had stolen your heart and you terrified at the power she held over you.

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7th year

you were practically running towards the field, hoping the outfit you chose would keep you warm enough in the nippy weather. You did not want to be late to Draco and Blaises quidditch match against Gryffindor. Of course you cheered on your friends, who wouldn’t?

you began to climb up the stairs to make your way into the stands. Once you make it to the top you gaze through the crowd and spot the familiar black haired female leaning back to look up at the sky. She looked very focused on something in the sky.

Pansy was wearing a large black sweater with some kind of white t-shirt sticking out from the bottom with matching black pants and shoes. She looked in casual clothes- in anything really. You make your way through the crowd, pushing past a couple people while mumbling ‘excuse me’ and such.

you take a seat next to Pansy who looks back down to face you “Thought you weren’t gonna show. You look nice by the way” she comments and you shake your head. You were wearing a black crop with matching pants and a oversized navy blue hoodie.

your stomach twist like many times before. “Thanks” you reply before suddenly realizing you were missing a friend “Where’s Theo?” you ask. Pansy lifts up her hand to point in front of her. You follow her finger until you spot the back of Theos head “He wanted to be closer to watch Blaise”

you nod once before you heard Lee Jordan begin the announcements.

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while watching a breeze blew past you and towards Pansy. The Slytherin girls nose scrunched up as she smelled something, something fruity? (because your gay duh) She turns to look at you, brown eyes narrowed. You felt her eyes on you and face her “What?-”

Pansy grabs your face with both of her hands. You could feel the cold metal of the rings she wore against your cheek. Pansy leans in close, her nose centimeters from your mouth. You could hear her sniff as your face began to feel hot.

she was so close. The smell of hrt minty breath from her gum she had been chewing made everything in your body flare up. It was only a second, but felt like hours before she pulled away “Your wearing strawberry” Pansy had a cocky smirk on her face as she spoke, her hands slowly falling from your face

you blink mindlessly as you reach into the packet of your jacket. You pull out the tube of strawberry chapstick. Pansy’s smirk only grows wider “Knew it, what's my prize?” she asked. Your face twist a bit. A prize? She had never asked for one before.

“What do you want?”

“A Kiss”

your mouth opens a bit to speak, but you choke on your words instead. Pansy lets out a chuckle and turns to face forward again “I’m only kidding”

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you were walking alongside Pansy, Theo, Draco and Blaise. You were all leaving the quidditch field and head back to the common room. Slytherin had won and the team was going out for butterbeer at the three broomsticks. Draco and Blaise had opted out saying they wanted to celebrate with close friends.

just you guys, how sweet.

“So- did Y/n and Pans. I flew past you guys and for a brief second and i swore i saw you guys making out” Draco spoke making Blaise and Theo laugh. “You guys were what now? I knew you were close, but no that close damn” Draco adds were made the boys laugh even harder.

you roll your eyes playfully and walk behind behind Draco. He doesn’t see you as you wack the back of his head “Ow!” he exclaimed. Pansy chuckles “We were not making out by the way. I was smelling her chapstick” she explains. The boys nod and silence consumes you all after that.

that is until Theo speaks up “That’s still gay”

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you all spent the night together, talking, goofing around, and drinking firewhiskey. It was a fun idea at the time, but you all got wasted more than you’d like to admit. Your E/c eyes open slowly and your met with skin? You lift your head up, you were laying on top of Pansy.

Y/n.exe has stopped working

she was wearing her black flannel pants as well as her matching sports bra. Your heart might have stopped right then and there. You look down at what you were wearing and noticed you only had your undergarments and Pansy’s sweater that she had worn at the game.

before having time to freak the hell out you heard the black haired girl mumble under you “morning” she mumbles, her eyes opening slowly. You give her a half smile before sitting up “Um- how did- how did i end up here?” you ask. Pansy uses her elbows to prop herself up.

she pushes her bangs from her face. They had began to grow over her eyes, but refused to cut them after you said you liked them longer. “You got a bit tipsy so i brought you here to rest. As well as those three” she says and points to the floor. You raise a brow and crawl to the edge of the bed.

on the floor was Blaise and Theo cuddling on the ground. Cute. Draco was laying next to Blaise curled up in a ball with a blanket over him. Also cute. “Damn, i guess you played mom for a bit huh?” you joke, sitting back down on the bed.

Pansy shrugs her shoulders “You could say that. Your hug things in your sleep, did you know that?”

“I’m sorry what?”

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later in the day you were in your own dorm room studying for an exam in charms you had the next day. While writing down a few notes you heard your door open. You place the quill down and turn in your chair to see Pansy at the door.

she had on a black t-shirt with a sheer long sleeve one underneath, black pants with a white dragon that stopped above her ankles and black socks with checkered vans. Pansy had a plate of food in each hand “Theo told me you hadn’t eaten lunch yet so i brought you some.”

“You look cute by the way” she adds with a wink

you smile lightly and pat the chair next to yours “I’m guessing you came to eat with me as well?” you ask and she nods, taking a seat. She places the plate of food in front of you and places her down as well. Pansy began to move your textbooks around as you reached into the pocket off your black jeans.

you pulled out your new chapstick ‘fruit punch’ and took off the cap. You smear it on your bottom lip before popping the cap back on and into your pocket while rubbing both your lips together to apply it evenly. Pansy smells something fruity again and smiles lightly.

except for this smelt different. Way different. Nothing you had worn before.

Pansy looks at you as you grab a fork with a amused smirk “New chapstick?” she asked. You noticed her playful tone. Turning in your sea you face Pansy “Maybe, maybe not” you say vaguely, shrugging your shoulders. Pansy rolls her eyes and faces you too.

like last time she reaches up and grabs your face, pulling it close to hers. You hear her sniff just like before, but this time her eyebrows furrow “What the fuck is that?” she asks, making you laugh quietly “Can’t figure it out?” you tease. Her brown eyes narrow into a glare “Shut up” she hisses.

what a baby

Pansy stays like that for a couple seconds before exhaling loudly “What the hell is it” she grumbles. A risky idea popped into your mind in an instant. It was dumb, but you were so tired of just being friends with her. You were willing to risk it all in one question.

“See for yourself then”

you couldn’t really remember much between the the couple seconds of silence. All you remember is Pansy’s lips on your feverishly. She leaned into kiss you deeper, making you almost fall out the chair. She was not taking it slow in the slightest.

As Pansy’s mouth moves against yours she leans down and uses her hands to scoop up your thighs. She lifts you up and you wrap your arms around her waist tightly, making Pansy let out a muffled noise. You felt a hard surface hit your back and assumed Pansy had leant you against the wall.

Pansy ran her tongue against your bottom lip. You open your mouth slightly for her and Pansy’s tongue slipped into your mouth instantly. You felt a cold piece of metal on your tongue that connected to hers. It took you a second to process what it was.

she had a tongue piercing

“You have a tongue piercing?” you ask between hot kisses. You feel her smirk against your lips as one hand traces circles on your exposed stomach. She pulls away for a moment “Yeah. Problem?” she questions, panting slightly. You shake your head quickly “Nope- it’s just really hot”

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an hour later

“You owe me ten galleons” Draco spoke.

Blaise groans and reaches into his pocket to dig out the money and place it in his hands “Yeah, yeah whatever” he grumbles.

Theo smiles happily “I’m so happy for them!”

Draco nods slowly “I’m pretty sure the whole house heard them though”

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Taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @sonbelleame @dracosathenaeum @pxroxide-prinxcesss

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Kody- lesbian things lesbian things. Anyways request are open, peace.

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harrysweasleys · 4 years

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do not go gentle into that good night //f.w

Summary: hi! could you do one w/ fred where the reader is a muggleborn and she have to runaway (like in the deadly hallows) and she says goodbye to fred! angst plsss. tysm!

Warnings: death, blood

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: i am sorry for this. :) enjoy! xx

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You hated keeping secrets from Fred. Especially if those secrets would evidently lead to a life-altering series of events.

You wanted to keep him safe, to keep yourself and your family safe, and you couldn’t find a way to do that if you stuck around Fred.

He could tell something was off. You’d often spend hours reading the Daily Prophet or even The Quibbler where you’d circle names and the latest Ministry rules in a red sharpie. He had also noticed some of your things had gone missing from your shared bedroom. Things like clothing items, books, bags, even your toothbrush.

He had a feeling he knew what was coming, but the part of him that hoped for the best was praying that you wouldn’t do it. You loved Fred with every fibre of your being, you wanted to spend your entire life with him, but you couldn’t continue to do so until the world was calmed.

So, slowly but surely, you had been packing your belongings into a single trunk and duffle bag, preparing to escape and flee into the night.

You knew the Ministry was after you — you were muggleborn. They’d be able to track you down and bring you in for questioning as soon as they got you. And you couldn’t let that happen.

The last night you were home, you approached Fred, jam-packed trunk in hand.

“Freddie, I think we need to talk,” you sighed, the prickling in your throat alerting you that the tears were bound to come soon, “It’s important.”

He nodded, face falling, “I think I know what you’re going to say.”

Your heart sunk lower by the second. His voice had sounded so defeated, so sad. His eyes went back and forth between your own and the heavy trunk you were holding in your hand.

“Freddie,” you placed the trunk down and sat next to him, gently holding his hand with your own, “I don’t want to do this. But you know they’ll come after me. I can’t stay here.”

“Why can’t I come with you?” he asked quickly, eyebrows shooting up, “I can pack a bag quickly and we can run away together. Just the two of us.”

Your head dropped and you took a moment before looking back up at him, “Fred, I can’t. I can’t put you in danger. I’d hate myself forever if something bad happened to you and I could have done something about it.”

He seemed to understand what you were saying, but he tried to fight you anyways, “And what if they get to you? You’ll be all alone.”

“I’ll have my wand,” you sighed, “And I’ll be hiding the whole time. If ever you need my help for anything, I’ll keep my eyes peeled for your patronus.”

“They’ll be tracking yours, you can’t send me anything back. How am I supposed to know you’re still alive?” his voice was growing louder as he stood up, running his hands through his hair in stress, “I’m not going to be able to sleep if I don’t know you’re alive.”

“Fred,” you felt helpless as you watched his face form into a frown, “Please. This is hard enough as it is. I need you to trust me.”

He ran his hand down his face, eyes wild, “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t. I promise,” you stood up, grabbing his hands and holding them in yours, dropping them when the sudden urge to hug him overcame you.

The tears were hard to hold back as his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you as close to him as he possibly could. You took a moment to remember everything about him. His smell, his touch, his warmth. You didn’t know how long it would be before you could experience it again.

“I love you,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could tell by his shaky voice that his emotions were consuming him as well.

You sniffed, “I love you too. So much.”

It was harder to hold back the oncoming tears now that you were actually leaving. Unsure about when you’d get to see Fred again. Unsure about when the fight against You Know Who would end.

But the longer you stayed here, hugging and pouring all of your emotions out, the shorter you wished it would be.

“I really have to go,” you pulled away, hating every bit of the lost contact, “I promise I’ll be back. And then we can be together.”

He wiped away at his eyes, nodding slowly, “Please stay safe.”

You nodded, looking down to the ground, unable to bear the sadness on his face as you picked up your trunk and walked towards the door, your footsteps sounding loud throughout the cold, quiet apartment, “I’ll miss you.”

“Bloody hell, I’m gonna miss you too,” he tried to crack a smile but it looked more like a grimace.

You opened the door, the annoying creak being a sound you knew you’d miss, and stepped out into the shop. The lights were all off — with the ‘blood traitor’ status of the Weasleys, him and George hadn’t worked a day in a while.

“I can’t keep saying bye, it’ll make it harder,” you turned around pressed your lips against his, his body reacting instantaneously and kissing you right back. You felt your soul melt into it, connecting with his for what you hoped to Merlin wouldn’t be the last time.

The kiss didn’t last long, but as you pulled away, you could still feel the light tingle of his touch lingering on your skin.

“Then go off,” he finally mustered a smile, “Remember, be safe. Always. Please, for me.”

“I promise,” you forced a smile through your tears, picking up your trunk once again and heading down the stairs, pulling yourself further and further away from the man you cherished with every beat of your heart.

As you reached the front door, every part of you told you not to turn around and glance at him one last time, but you did. He stood at the top of the stairs, eyes glistening and a sad smile on his face, waving at you as you made your way outside and into the fresh night air.

Immediately noticing fellow witches and wizards exiting the Leaky Cauldron, you whisked out your wand and Apparated far away from where you were standing, leaving Fred, and leaving your life behind.

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“Freddie, you idiot, that’s not how you dance,” you chuckled, placing his hands firmly on your waist to guide him, wrapping your own around his neck and running your fingers through his short hair.

“What? Don’t like my moves, love?” he smirked, giving in and tightening his grasp around you, your body now flush against his, “I was clearly trying to impress you.”

“Oh, yes, I’m very impressed,” you chuckled, impossible to fight back your growing smile, “Just thought that maybe for the slow dance we could dance together.”

He pretended to ponder over your words before sighing dramatically, “Fine. Guess I can save a dance for my best girl.”

“Your only girl, thank you very much.”

He grinned and pressed a light kiss to your lips, resting his forehead against yours as the two of you moved in sync, the slow melody playing throughout the wedding tent. Bill and Fleur, newly wed, were practically inseparable as they danced near the two of you. It was the sweetest thing.

“When it’s our wedding, I’m gonna make sure everyone is dancing,” he looked around and narrowed his eyes at the people who stayed in their seats, preferring to sit and drink instead of dancing.

You nearly choked on your own breath as he said ‘our wedding.’ You had barely spoken to Fred about what your future would entail. The two of you hadn’t even spoken about if you wanted kids or not. But he had dropped the words ‘out wedding’ so casually you couldn’t help but grin.

“Our wedding, huh?” you smirked, resting your head against his chest, “What’s our wedding going to be like?”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and chuckled, “Bloody fantastic. Eccentric. And you know what else our wedding will have?” he pulled your away and twirled you so you landed in his arms as he dipped you slightly, “The most beautiful bride in the world.”

Thinking back to the times you and Fred shared seemed to be the only way you kept sane as you hid our in random run-down hotels and inns. Nothing seemed to satisfy the longing for him. He seemed like he was in a different world — far away from you to the point where you couldn’t reach him no matter how hard you tried.

It had been nearly five months.

Five months since you left him and every day felt like a year. The days were brutally long and every waking moment was spent on the run.

You were thankful for the inns that had taken you in over the extended course of your leave, but there was no filling the gap that had been made the day you left your home.

Fred’s patronus managed to find you once or twice as you walked through the dense woods, giving you a little bit of company before disappearing and leaving you to the sounds of birds chirping and distant water running.

Though the woods were where you could find peace, you had also encountered Snatchers and runaway Death Eaters — which was how you knew that the fight against You Know Who was a fight that was still ongoing.

As you sat back against an old tree in late May, incantations and spells keeping you hidden from the approaching footsteps of a group of Snatchers, you could have never prepared for the news you were about to hear.

“Hogwarts, the fight is going on at Hogwarts,” one of them said, “The Dark Lord is there.”

You stood up, the head rush dizzying your stance, but the thought of the ‘fight at Hogwarts’ was enough for you to power through. Had something happened? Why was the fight happening at Hogwarts?

Before you could think it through, you gripped your wand and your trunk, thinking of the Three Broomsticks. Your body gave a strong jerk, and the next thing you knew, you were standing right in the middle of the familiar Hogsmeade pub.

You dropped your trunk and ran outside, breath catching in your throat at the sight of Hogwarts in the distance. The castle was being attacked.

You knew you couldn’t Apparate within Hogwarts grounds, so you began to run, muttering spells to keep yourself as invisible as possible as you charged through groups of Death Eaters.

Although you loved the school and all the moments you spent here, all you could focus on was Fred. You knew he’d be here — he was an official member of the Order of the Phoenix now, after all. Not only that, but he would willingly walk into any fight as long as he got to keep those around him safe. There was no doubt he was doing the same thing right about now.

As you reached the grounds, it felt awfully deserted for a battle. There were no spells being shouted, no blinding flashes of light. No distant screams or cries. Nothing. Just silence.

You tried to keep your eyes away from the bodies that scattered the grounds. Students that you used to share classes and share the Great Hall with. With a heavy heart, you noticed a few people entering said Great Hall, and you took off after them.

The thundering and ache in your chest was overpowering. You had been too busy hiding out in the woods and saving your own life to come here and help save others. Guilt was swarming you.

You sharply turned into the Hall, crashing into a familiar head of red hair.

“George?” you asked, voice loud. Upon seeing the twin, the guilt in your chest seemed to diminish into joy. He was standing there, alive, and the five months that you had been gone seemed to fade away into nothing.

“Y/N — it’s —,” he stammered his words, the tear marks evident on his cheeks as he looked at you, eyes dull and lacking of any sort of happiness.

Dread started to fill you, “What is it, George?”

He shook his head, fresh tears running down his face, “It’s Fred.”

Your entire world stopped spinning for a moment, and you swore your heart stopped beating, “W—What’s wrong with Fred?”

He couldn’t answer you, but he stepped out of the way, and what you saw made your entire world crumble at your feet.

Fred’s body laid on the ground, Ron and Percy leaning over him and sobbing heavily. Molly and Arthur stood back, holding onto each other and grieving their lost son.

Every moment that you had ever shared with Fred came flooding through your mind as you stared at his motionless, lifeless body, unaware of the fact that you were walking towards him. His face was pale, his red hair seemed darker than ever before, and his hands clutched at his wand tightly.

“Oh, Y/N,” Molly cried, her arms wrapping around you as she sobbed against your shoulder.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to hug her back.

Your entire body felt numb, frozen in time as if everything was moving around you in slow motion. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t be dead. He promised to spend his life with you.

He couldn’t be dead.

Fred’s eyes were closed, his face dirty and bruised. But he wasn’t breathing. There was no sign of life.

“No,” you finally felt the tears flood down your cheeks as you crouched next to his body, Ron moving over to give you some space, “No, no, no, Freddie, wake up.”

You shook his body, barely able to see him properly through the heavy flow of tears. Your chest felt like it had caved in on itself and the pain was excruciating.

“No!” your cry echoed throughout the hall, “Freddie, wake up, please wake up.”

You knew he wouldn’t. This was real life and you hadn’t been there in Fred’s last moments. You never got to tell him you loved him one more time. Never got to hug him, kiss him, laugh with him. All that was taken away from you. From both of you.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried softly, lifting his head and placing it in your lap as you ran your fingers through his matted hair, “I’m so sorry I left.”

He didn’t answer. You hadn’t expected him to, but the longer he was silent, the more the reality of his death sunk into you. The more empty you felt and the bigger the gaping hole in your heart seemed to grow.

“I love you,” you leaned forwards and pressed a kiss against his forehead, “I’m so sorry.”

There was nothing in the world you would ever regret more than leaving Fred that day, so many months ago.

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley one shots #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fics #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley reader insert

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immxrtalbi · 3 years

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I finally did a masterlist!! It’s categorized in ships and I rounded them. They’re not really in any order, and will update whenever I do a new story and so on. Also read the tags carefully in the other page! Give love and comments :)

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~ Tom/Harry

Physical Obliviate [E, 15k; Ongoing]

Harry wakes up with no memory of his past life. The only thing he remembers is a girl screaming at him to run. Luckily, he meets Abraxas who treats him real well and even lets Harry stay at his manor. Sounds simple enough. But upon meeting a man named Riddle, Harry can't help but feel like he's met him before, and the scar on his forehead burns just by looking at him.

Azkaban Break [ E, 9k]

"Are you afraid of me… Potter, is it?" He mocked. Bastard.

Harry nodded, still wary.

"Oh. For a second, I thought I forgot about it," Voldemort said in a dull tone.

It shouldn't be surprising that his temper got the best out of him. "I'm Harry Potter. And of course I'm not afraid! You're here because you murdered several people and almost ruled Britain! You got everything you deserve."

Twinkle Riddle [T, 1k]

Harry Potter is a portrait, and makes a living in making Tom's life hell by pretending he doesn't hear the passwords.

Horcruxes Dearest [T. 800 words]

Tom somehow ends up in the future where a young man named Harry wears his belongings.

Feasting on a Lie [E, 800 words]

"You know how we do it," Tom reminded. He gulped a mouthful of blood and then reached the back of Harry's head, pulling the hair before pushing him forward in a deep kiss.

Scaly Rumors [M, 6k]

Things got stranger for Harry. He kept dreaming about the lake, the light he saw. Hands touching him. He would wake up every time, sweating and calling out for someone. Harry didn't know who to talk to about this without sounding insane.

The wound on his collarbone didn't heal. It left a huge bite mark—that wasn't from a grindylow. Harry told no one about it. And what made matters worse, everyone seemed to be aware of his obsession with the lake.

Home of Three [T, 2k]

"Teddy is fine," he insisted, narrowing his eyes towards him.

Harry had frowned and said, "Teddy, be nice. Tom didn't mean any harm."

"It's quite alright, Harry." Then Tom crossed his arms, lips forming into a grin—which Teddy found scary. "Teddy," he tested the name out, almost mockingly, "I get a feeling we're going to get along just fine."

Dirty Little Secret [T, 2k]

Harry would've been scared of a furious Tom if he was sober, but not right now. Instead he sighed and glanced at his empty glass. While he was relieved that he didn't kiss Cedric, he was disappointed that nothing exciting happened.

A part of him wanted to believe that Tom would declare his love and kiss him in front of everybody. But alas, his dream didn't come true.

"What do you think you're doing?" Tom hissed closely, careful to avoid others from overhearing.

Caged Love [M, 4k]

Tom's heart did a flip. He never wanted to let Harry go. "If I ever meet them, I'll kill them."

Laughing, Harry shook his head and pulled him closer. "You're such a kidder!"

But Tom wasn't kidding. He was being dead serious. If this was love, Tom would make sure to keep it caged up so others wouldn't have it.

Harry was his.

Paper Crane of Mistakes [T, 1k]

Harry grumbled and walked faster, hoping Tom could take the hint. He didn't. Tom kept talking about how Harry should try harder in school and stop causing trouble.

"Don't you ever stop talking!" Harry glared at him. "You need to loosen up. Go get laid or something—"

"Is that an offer?" Tom smirked.

Harry raised his hand and made sure the punch left a good mark.

Two Alike Sides [T, 1k]

He covered his hand on Harry's—it was still on his chest—and gently pulled it off, but he didn't let go, instead he laced their fingers together. "Your way of thinking will be your demise one day," Tom informed him, almost darkly.

"Maybe so," Harry whispered, and he attempted to pull away, except Tom wouldn't let him.

*Series We’re Not in Hogwarts Anymore [Ongoing, currently 5k]

*Part 1: Magic Gone [T, 2k]

"If you're here for money... let me assure you that you won't get a single pound from me," Tom promised.

"I don't want your money! I have my own in a vault!" Harry snapped.

"A what?"

"Forget it." Harry pushed away his plate. All he had was his wand and a few Galleons in his pockets. "I have nowhere to go. I'm not from around here. Can I just stay for a few days until this gets sorted out—"

*Part 2: Reliving Nightmares [T, 2k]

"Then why do I still make you scream?" Then Voldemort touched Harry's scar on his forehead, causing Harry to cry in agony. It felt like he was struck with crucio.

'Stop it, stop it, stop it! Please!'

Then Harry was awakened by someone shaking him. By the same man who made his life a living hell.

"You were crying in your sleep—" Tom didn't have a chance to finish as Harry pushed him away like a maniac.

*Part 3: Scotland Blues [T, 2k]

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't raised his head. The whole time he was staring at Tom's collarbone because he knew if he looked into his eyes… Harry would see a strong emotion he wasn't ready to face just yet. He could deny his own feelings, but not Tom's.

~ Cedric/Harry

6 Year Anniversary, Not 5 [E, 1k]

"Happy Anniversary," Harry breathed. He liked the way Cedric's fingers massaged his nape; it brought shivers down his spine.

"You're the best husband I could ever ask for."

~ Regulus/James

Broomsticks & Crushes [T, 2k]

Taking Harry to get a broomstick was what James was looking forward to, however, he didn’t expect Regulus Black to be the owner of Black’s Brooms. And that his crush on James hadn’t faded since their times at Hogwarts. Would he give Regulus a chance this time around?

~ Teddy/James S.

Nothing to Worry About [T, 1k]

"Can you please stop pacing? It's making me nervous," Teddy said with a frown.

James, who was circling around the couch, replied, "How can you not be nervous? We're telling my dad that we've been dating for a while—How are you this calm?"

~ Rarepairs

Badges Off [T, 900 words] (Cedric/Draco)

Draco asks Cedric to the ball after Cho told him she’s already going with someone else.

To Being Roommates [T, 1.5k] (Regulus/Harry)

Regulus and Harry are forced to be roommates since both own 12 Grimmauld place and no one wants to leave.

Reserved Seeker [T, 1k] (Regulus/Harry)

Regulus was hanging upside down. His legs holding onto the broom, his hair falling all around his face, and a smirk on his lips. Harry had never been more enamored.

Decode Me [M, 6k; Ongoing] (Edward/Harry)

Harry just had to save people's lives, again, not caring whatever happened to him. He assumed that the time-turner would kill him... not landing Harry in a river in the middle of nowhere. Bleeding and hurt while walking around the forest, he didn't expect a good looking man to save him, or for Harry to sense something wasn't right.

~ No Pairings

Secret Diary [T, 1k]

Albus and Scorpius read Harry's old diary and find out that Voldemort was the not worst thing he had dealt with.

#didn't put the hiatus stories tho #fic rec #my writing #this took hours btw #not tagging all the ship just because

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mellifluousmalfoy · 4 years

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run. // james potter x black!reader.

warnings; n/a, maybe some angst, gender neutral reader

word count; 1.9k

My relationship with my brother’s group of friends was strange. They pulled multiple pranks on me, and it was beyond irritating that they targeted me the most, besides Severus of course.

My brother’s best friend was the most irritating, to my disbelief. I thought no one could ever be more irritating than my brother, but I hadn’t yet met James Potter. James Potter was an interesting character, he was insanely kind but at the same time, was the biggest arse I had ever met. Even Sirius was getting annoyed by how often James had been around me.

I huffed as I sat down next to my twin brother who offered me a glass of pumpkin juice which I gulped down quickly. I grumbled about not being able to sleep thanks to one of the Marauders’ pranks and leaned tiredly against my brother who shrugged me off as soon as I landed.

“Seriously,” I mumbled, spooning some scrambled eggs onto my plate, “one day I’m going to hurt them, and it won’t be my fault,”

Regulus simply laughed at my pain as I looked at him in betrayal, “And to think you were my favourite brother.”

Regulus rolled his eyes as he always did and turned back to his breakfast without as much as a single glance towards me. I watched as a certain tall bespectacled male stood up from the Gryffindor table and made a beeline straight towards where I was seated, and I let out an audible groan leaning once again on my irritated brother.

“Save me,” I muttered in defeat, with only a ‘no’ as a reply as he stood up to leave. The betrayal in my eyes was as clear as day as James finally reached my table, taking the seat Regulus had just so conveniently left unguarded. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the breakfast that was long forgotten by now, and rolled the food around with my fork as I waited for the familiar voice to boom into my ear.

“Black,” He greeted, and although I wasn’t looking at him I could basically smell the smirk that was most definitely on his face.

“What is it you want, Potter?”

“Go to Hogsmeade with me,” His question rung in the air and my eyes shot open. Why in heavens would Saint Potter want to go to Hogsmeade with me of all people? But from what I could tell from the tone in his voice, there were certain intentions behind his request. Merlin, I pray he wasn’t going to do what I thought he was.

“And why exactly would I agree?” I could tell James had prepared for my questioning because he quickly shot back his reasoning.

“Evans is not paying as much attention I wish she would, and seeing as we both basically despise each other, there’s less of a chance you’d fall for me. But of course, I can’t guarantee that,” I rolled his eyes when he winked at the end and found his overall plan completely ridiculous. Lily already noticed him, why did he have to push it further?

“Before you disagree, please think it over. I’m begging you, I’ll do anything. Heck, I’ll even stop all the pranks,” At that, my ears perked up and a refreshed grin grew on my face.

“You have a deal, Potter.” To my agreement, James leaped out of his seat in glee and ruffled my air in thanks and ignored my protests at how he ruined my do for the day and made his way back to the Gryffindor table, not noticing how Lily was staring at him questioningly before moving her gaze to me, then back to my food.

Regulus returned to his seat next to me, seeming much less irritated than before and we both went back to our breakfast, “So I’m guessing the date idea went well?” At my betrayed gaze he simply shook his shoulders, “The man knows how to charm me, Black.”

“Oh shut up, Reg.”

“Remind me why I agreed to this?” I asked my best friend, Logan Feathers, as we both walked towards the Great Hall arm in arm for breakfast, where my date for the day waited eagerly for me.

“Because, we’re sick of the pranks too, Black.” I sighed in defeat, already knowing how glad my dormmates were when I had presented the news to them, ignoring the fact I had to go on a stupid date with James Potter. Such great friends I had, “Now stop complaining, you don’t want your date to see your frown.”

“It’s not as if I never wear it around that arse,” I ignored their snickers as I unravelled my arm from theirs when I saw we were nearing the entrance where James said he would be meeting me.

I caught the gaze of Lily Evans who sat in the hall reading a book, and it felt as if she was glaring at me. I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes, Potter was a complete idiot for thinking this plan was going to help him in any way. It only gave Lily another reason to dislike me, being an annoying Slytherin while also catching the attention of James Potter? I was begging for a death wish at this point.

I ignored her as I continued my way down the hall and turned the corner, still feeling her glare on my back. I came to meet a smug looking bespectacled male waiting for me outside the entrance of the Great Hall and I was just about to turn and make my way back to the dorm only to be pushed forward by Logan.

I cast them a betrayed filled glare, my tongue clicking as I muttered, “And I thought you were my best friend.”

They simply shrugged off my words and continued to push me towards the male who was now watching me struggle against the small Slytherin, “I’m doing myself a favour now, it’s not all about you now Black.”

I couldn’t even argue with their on that, because we arrived in front of the last person I wanted to see.

“You’re looking dashing as always, Black.”

“Oh shut up, Potter.”

The date was going surprisingly well in my opinion. James had dragged me into Spintwitches Sporting Needs where he bought a new pair of gloves while I played around with the numerous golden snitches that flew around the store. I had dragged him into Honeydukes to update my chocolate stash that was quickly growing smaller. And we now sat in The Three Broomsticks and I was awkwardly shifting around in my seat sipping my drink, James seemed to be doing the same.

I realised I hardly knew anything about James, only remembering the small snippets Sirius would whisper to me when he used to come home on break, bragging to me about how amazing Hogwarts was and always talking about his friends. I had been so excited to meet them on my first day but I realised that they were all incredibly nasty to me when I was sorted into Slytherin, even my own brother gave me the cold shoulder and I could never forget that. I could really only turn to Regulus in this situation, in the reality of it all we only had each other. The day James started bothering me was probably the worst day in my life, it set me up to be his biggest target with a fat red X on my back.

James setting his cup down on the table brought me out of my daze. He shuffled closer to me before hesitantly bringing his arm over the back of my chair. I turned to him, bewildered and a blush creeping up my neck until I saw his eyes darting to something- or rather someone- behind me. It clicked in my mind, Lily was here so now I had to play my part in the plan.

James brought his hand up and brushed a stray hair behind my ear, producing a blush from me from the sudden closeness, I could smell the Butterbeer he had just downed in a few gulps, it was fanning my face and a smirk grew on those god damned lips as he tilted his head cockily, “Do I make you flustered, Black?”

“S-shut up, Potter.” I had never wanted to punch myself in the face so badly, heck I’d rather be on a date with Peter at this point. I was regretting my entire existence and I just wanted to sink myself into my seat and vanish into thin air, but I remembered my side of the plan and fought that thought.

He simply chuckled at my pathetic response and cupped my cheek with his calloused hand. I took it into mine and brought it down for me to see, seeing how his smug facade faltered for just a second.

“Your hands are very rough, you should take better care of them,” My voice was quiet now, and my blush was stubborn on staying on my face as I tried my hardest to coll myself down.

“I never took you as one to care, Black.” His voice held an edge that I couldn’t describe, and I could now feel Lily’s gaze on us and I was surprised to see I had all of his attention.

“Of course, I do. I’m not void of emotion, Potter. Plus, I really do appreciate everything you do for my brother. It’s hard for me to hate you at this point,” His face was surprised as I intertwined our fingers. Merlin, did he really think I hated him?

He coughed awkwardly and I noticed the blush that seemed to be creeping up his neck. I smirked in response as he playfully glared at me.

“How jealous does she look?” My question rung in the air as he snapped out of his train of thought before he glanced over to the table I presumed she sat at.

“She’s glaring daggers,”

“I take it as a good thing,” Again, my statement rung in the air and I cleared my throat and hoped to clear the tension, “Well, my friends should be arriving soon, so I guess that would conclude our date,”

I had never been so glad to see Logan’s light brown head of hair outside the door, I felt so incredibly relieved when they walked in with two other of my friends.

“Oh, they’re here.” A lot of my statements seem to ring in the air and I shuffled away from James, picking up my jacket as James just watched me, I lowered to his level and pecked his cheek softly before whispering, “I really did have a good time, James. When you aren’t being an arse, you can be quite a gentleman,”

I ignored the surprise in his eyes when he heard the use of his first name and turned to look at my friends who seemed to be cozying up at a table near the door, brightening up as soon as they saw me. As I turned to leave his hand caught my wrist, keeping me in place, “Thank you, Black. For everything.”

I tried to ignore the underlying intentions behind his voice as soon as I saw Lily, who looked incredibly upset, “Sure, whatever Potter.”

Maybe this secret could stay just to myself. No one had to know I liked James Potter and was willing to do anything for that git, even if it meant I ended up heartbroken in the end

#harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter one shot #james potter imagine #James Potter #james potter x reader #marauders imagine #marauders x reader #Harry Potter #marauders fic #remus lupin imagine #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black imagine

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carewyncromwell · 4 years

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“When the cold of winter comes, Starless night will cover day... In the veiling of the sun, We will walk in bitter rain. But in dreams, (But in dreams) I can hear your name, And in dreams, (And in dreams) We will meet again...”

~“In Dreams (cover) by Peter Hollens

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Atticus Lestrange @cursebreakerfarrier and Robert Bellamy were confident the night before their presentation for History of Magic. The two had spent a good two hours at the Three Broomsticks organizing everything -- not only did they keep finding helpful information to add to their presentation in the books Madame Pince provided, but they also couldn’t help but keep taking light, amiable jabs at both the material and each other the entire time. Atticus honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun doing homework, aside from perhaps the essay he’d done earlier that year for Professor Lupin on banshees. Lupin had actually gone so far as to say Atticus would make a fine Defense Against the Dark Arts professor himself someday, which made Atticus feel very proud indeed.

The night before the fifth year class’s History of Magic presentations also happened to be Halloween, so Atticus allowed himself to indulge in a few more sweets than he might have otherwise. His father always tried to curtail his sweet tooth whenever possible, but it was a little harder for him to do that at school, and after how good of a weekend he’d had, Atticus couldn’t resist spoiling himself a little. He noticed Robert and Cecelia Crouch sitting with Barty Gilbert over at the neighboring Gryffindor table instead of their own tables -- Barty was gesturing animatedly as he spoke, but his voice was too soft for him to tell what the three were talking about. Atticus did, however, briefly meet Robert’s eye, and the curly-haired Chaser smirked and gave him a short, offhand wave. Atticus gave a weak wave in return: as soon as Cecelia and Barty turned around, though, Atticus found himself averting his eyes again, unable to look at Robert’s best friend. He felt a little guilty thinking about how Barty had apparently worried he might be lonely...but that, strangely, also made him feel rather sour. Barty Gilbert was the only son of a wealthy Pureblood family -- he would know full well what Atticus’s life was like, if he actually bothered to care about his family’s expectations of him...if his parents didn’t spoil him and let him do whatever he wanted...

As fate would have it, however, that Halloween night -- October 31, 1993 -- did not go the way any student or teacher at Hogwarts had thought...all because of the escaped convict, Sirius Black.

The boys of the Ravenclaw fifth-year dorm were abruptly woken up by their Head of House, Professor Flitwick, who informed them that everyone would be heading down to the Great Hall immediately. Atticus noticed Robert dawdle slightly behind the others -- the Chaser had had to pull on an old, slightly-too-small white undershirt with some holes around the neck, since he generally only wore pajama pants to bed.

When the Ravenclaws all arrived in the Great Hall, they found everyone else from the remaining dorms there too, and the news soon spread -- Sirius Black had actually made it inside the castle and had attacked the portrait guarding Gryffindor Tower trying to get inside. While the teachers searched the school and grounds, the students would remain in the Great Hall and sleep in comfy purple sleeping bags on the floor.

Atticus had never been a very good sleeper -- he’d had insomnia since before he arrived at Hogwarts, but the stressors at school only seemed to make it worse. This was why he noticed right away when -- after the teachers were out of earshot and view -- Barty and Cecelia crept past his sleeping bag, toward the open doors of the entrance hall.

“And where do you think you two are going?” said Atticus very coolly under his breath without getting up.

Part of Atticus cynically thought they might be sneaking out for some sort of late-night tryst...but Cecelia was Hufflepuff Prefect, so Atticus thought, she really should know better, especially with a wanted criminal loose somewhere in the school.

Both Barty and Cecelia gave a start. Upon realizing who had spoken, however, their faces suddenly became much more serious.

“Atticus,” said Barty, his soft voice oddly urgent, “have you seen Robert? Did he come down to the Hall, with you?”

Atticus blinked, taken aback. “Yes -- that is, he did come down with us...”

He looked around. Sure enough, he didn’t see Robert anywhere in the Great Hall.

Despite himself, Atticus felt concern prickling at the inside of his chest. It must’ve shown on his face, since Cecelia said anxiously,

“Will you help us look for him? I mean, you’re a Prefect too...if we get caught out of bed, you can help me vouch for Barty and Robert...”

In that moment Atticus couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do less than cover up for Barty Gilbert breaking the rules and putting himself and others in danger...but at the same time, he was only doing it because he was worried about his best friend. And Atticus had to admit, with Sirius Black on the loose, he was a bit worried about Robert being out there, too.

Barty wasn’t about to wait around for Atticus’s answer -- the taller boy had already darted across the rest of the Hall toward the double doors, determined to find Robert. Exchanging a look with Cecelia, Atticus exhaled heavily and nodded, shuffling quickly out of his sleeping bag and putting his muted blue slippers back on so that he could follow Cecelia after Barty.

Barty barrelled down the hallway, overtaking the other two with his much longer strides. It took Atticus at one point dashing forward and grabbing the back of Barty’s gray Weird Sisters T-shirt to pull him behind a column, just to keep a patrolling Professor Sinistra from seeing him.

“You’re going to get all three of us caught, if you do that,” hissed Atticus.

Barty shot a guilty look over his shoulder at Atticus. “Sorry...guess I’m just a little tense...”

Cecelia caught up with them, bringing a hand on the back of each of their shoulders.

“Any ideas of where he might have gone?” she whispered, her hazel eyes full of concern.

Atticus contemplated the matter. “...Maybe he went back up to our dorm. The shirt he threw on did look a bit too small...he could’ve wanted to go get his robe...”

“He wouldn’t have a robe that fits either,” said Cecelia with a shake of her head. “Rob outgrew a lot of his clothes over the summer -- he’s just too stubborn and proud to let either of us buy him larger robes and such. I reckon it’s only because the school pays for everyone’s Quidditch robes that Rob’s Chaser robes still fit...”

Atticus blinked in surprise. “...So that’s why he’s always wearing his Quidditch robes, instead of his usual school robes?”

Noticing Atticus’s expression, Barty actually fixed him with an unusually sharp look. “Rob isn’t the sort to want pity -- and I hope you’ll agree that he also doesn’t deserve any condescension.”

Atticus’s eyes narrowed. “I would never condescend to him for that! I merely...never considered that his family was that bad-off, is all...”

Robert’s rather disheveled appearance did make a lot more sense, though.

Barty’s expression softened visibly at Atticus’s reassurance, instantly becoming much more patient again. He peeked around the statue, watching as Sinistra talked to Professor Sprout.

“I wish I’d thought to bring my Cloak,” he muttered under his breath to Cecelia.

Atticus frowned deeply. “Your Cloak?”

Cecelia shook her head dismissively. “How do you get up to Ravenclaw Tower from here, Atticus? Maybe Rob still headed up that way, even if it wasn’t for a robe...”

Still frowning, Atticus nonetheless pointed. “Up the grand staircase, to the left. It’s not very far from Gryffindor Tower actually, if I’m not mistaken...it’s by the Prefect’s Bathroom.”

“That is close,” said Barty.

Cecelia peeked around the statue and gave the two boys a very pretty, broad smile. “Brilliant, they’ve moved on. Let’s go.”

It didn’t take long for the three to find Robert, fortunately. Ravenclaw’s Star Chaser hadn’t gone all the way back up to Ravenclaw Tower -- instead he’d merely snatched up his sleeping bag and stowed it underneath one of the smaller staircases on the second floor so he could sit on it by himself in the dark. He was very surprised to see that Cecelia, Barty, and Atticus had come after him, and not exactly happily so.

“I’m all right, Barty,” said Robert lowly. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Of course I do!” said Barty. His quiet, charming voice was oddly hard as he towered over his best friend sitting cross-legged on the floor. “Rob, that madman Black ended up just outside my dormitory not too long ago -- sure, I never saw him myself, but he’s still out there somewhere! You think I could’ve lived with myself, if he hurt you?”

“I think I can more than take out a man without a wand,” Robert said coolly. “Reckon Black wouldn’t be expecting anyone to try punching him straight in the mug.”

“That’s not funny, Robert!” said Cecelia, looking very upset.

Barty looked almost more upset, to the point that it was bordering on anger.

“Rob, you know the dreams I’ve had!” he said lowly under his breath. “You know how scared they’ve always made me -- for you to disappear without a word, when you know that -- you have to know that hurts me!”

Atticus glanced at Barty out the side of his eye, confused. Dreams?

Robert suddenly looked very guilty. His dark eyes had fallen to the floor.

“...Barty, I...”

He swallowed.

“...I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I -- I wasn’t trying to disappear. I just...needed to be alone. That’s all.”

Atticus fixed Robert with a very reproachful look. “Under the circumstances, I’d say that’s the last thing you need.”

Robert looked at Atticus as his dormmate bent down to get down on his level.

"Black is dangerous,” said Atticus. “I realize rules have never been sacred to you, Bellamy, but you’re not invincible. I cannot believe you’re really dumb enough to think you could handle Black single-handed -- you’re no show-off Gryffindor -- ”

Barty raised his eyebrows.

“Excuse me,” Atticus muttered, before moving on. “I just mean that you better have a good reason, to want to hide away from everyone else.”

Robert’s dark eyes on Atticus’s were narrowed, but not angry. He looped his arms around one of his knees absently, interlacing the fingers.

“...I just didn’t want to disrupt anyone else sleeping,” he muttered uncomfortably.

Atticus raised his eyebrows. “Why would you think you’d do that?”

“I can’t cast Muffliato on fat air. It works on bed curtains and walls, but if I’m in a sleeping bag in a wide open room, I don’t have anything I can cast it on. I figured I could at least use it on the bottom of the stairs, sleeping under here.”

Cecelia suddenly looked shocked and dismayed as she bent down on her knees next to Robert. “Rob, have your nightmares come back? Is that what this is about?”

Robert avoided her gaze. Atticus looked from Robert to Cecelia, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Nightmares,” he murmured. “You mean like the kind you used to have in first year, when you claimed you were homesick?”

Robert kept his eyes locked on the floor. He clearly did not want to be having this conversation.

Barty, however, looked from Atticus to Robert and got down on his own knees, wrapping his arms around his friends’ shoulders.

“We’ve...always had weird dreams -- all three of us,” the tall Gryffindor admitted softly. "Sometimes they’re bad, but most of the time, they just don’t make sense. And sometimes, when we meet or interact with certain people...with each other...the dreams become clearer.”

Atticus felt a chill run down his spine. The description sounded scarily familiar. His own dreams where he woke up sobbing in the middle of the night -- that bizarre feeling of deja vu that he experienced around Barty and Robert -- sank their claws into his brain.

“Cecelia thinks that they might be some kind of premonition,” said Barty. “She’s got some Seer blood in her family. But my family doesn’t have any, and Rob’s family obviously doesn’t either. And...well, again, the dreams are weird. We’re often older in our dreams, but the scenarios we’re in don’t make any sense...and even if some people and places appear the same, something’s always off about them. And that’s not even counting the dreams where nothing’s clear at all and you don’t remember any details, except how it made you feel...”

Atticus's face had lost most of its color.

“You’ve...all had these dreams?” he whispered.

His blue eyes darted from Barty to Cecelia to Robert. Robert once again avoided Atticus’s eye.

“Do you...see anyone else in them, besides just each other?” Atticus couldn’t help but ask. His heart felt like it was stuck in his throat.

Barty glanced at Robert, whose shoulders had tensed visibly. He squeezed his best friend’s shoulder in an attempt to show support.

“...Sometimes,” said Barty lowly.

“Who?” Atticus asked, his voice a little more insistent than he’d intended.

Atticus didn’t even realize that his hands were shaking until Cecelia reached out to rest a comforting hand on top of them.

“Atticus,” said Cecelia, her eyebrows knitting together over her eyes in concern, “...have you...had strange dreams too?”

Robert looked up for the first time in minutes, his dark eyes flying up to Atticus’s face and searching his expression. Atticus felt himself swallowing back a lump in his throat -- he couldn’t hold eye contact with Robert too long, and soon his gaze fell down to Robert’s purple sleeping bag.

“...Yes,” he said at last, very softly. “They’re...not that clear, most of the time. I forget most of the details when I wake up...but I remember the feelings. And...when I’m awake, I remember pieces of them again, sometimes, in random situations. Sometimes people seem familiar, or something about them seems familiar...even when we don’t even know each other at all. Sometimes they’ll seem so familiar, and yet one little thing will just be...wrong, somehow...and I can hardly explain why.”

Both Barty and Cecelia looked at Robert. Robert squeezed his knee a bit closer to his chest, his dark eyes locked on Atticus’s face and rippling deeply. He was clearly thinking hard.

“...Have you seen us?” Robert murmured. “In your dreams?”

Atticus winced. He couldn’t look at Barty, so he kept his eyes downcast.

“...I’ve seen Gilbert,” he muttered. “At least, I think so -- it looks a lot like him.”

Barty looked taken aback. “You’ve seen me?”

He shot Robert another covert look.

“...That’s weird,” he murmured.

"I’d say this whole situation could be considered a touch weird, Barty,” said Cecelia a light, but crisp voice that seemed to put an end to the current line of conversation.

She too shot another quick look at Robert before looking around at all of them.

“It’s getting late. We should try to get some sleep...especially with our presentations for Binns due later today.”

Although his brain was still whirling so fast he doubted that he’d be able to sleep a wink, Atticus nonetheless nodded.

“...Yes...we should be at our best.” He tried to offer Robert a smile. “...We are supposed to be Professors Lestrange and Bellamy, in about nine hours.”

Robert despite himself couldn’t help but smile. “...Right.”

“‘Professor Bellamy?’” repeated Cecelia, and her hazel eyes sparkled in delight. “Oh, I’d love to see that -- you’d look awfully handsome in a pair of spectacles, Robert.”

“Maybe I’ll try to borrow Percy Weasley’s,” joked Robert.

Neither Barty nor Atticus could bite back a laugh.

“Rob, lay off,” said Barty in soft amusement. “Just because Percy’s Head Boy doesn’t mean you have to tease him...”

“No, but it does put a lovely target on his back,” said Robert rather cheekily. “Or rather, on his lapel.”

Atticus shook his head, even while grinning from ear to ear. “I take back everything I said before -- you’d make a horrible professor.”

Robert laughed loudly as Atticus used the Geminio charm to duplicate Robert’s sleeping bag three times, so that all four of them could settle themselves down under the staircase together. Once all of them got tucked in, Robert used the Muffliato Charm on the stairs so that any sounds they might made were deadened, and soon they all fell asleep. Even Atticus, tucked into the corner closest to Robert, found himself nodding off.

Amazingly, although Robert had suffered from nightmares constantly for almost five years, he ended up sleeping peacefully until after daybreak. Even more amazingly, Atticus -- who never slept well -- woke up feeling more refreshed than he had in a long time...all thanks to a dream he only half-remembered upon waking up that included a soothing male singing voice and a pair of oddly gentle scarlet eyes watching over him.

#my art #my writing #hphl #hogwarts legacy #golden era #reincarnation!au #bartholomew varney #atticus grimsley #cecelia crouch varney #gahhhh I'm actually really happy with how this drawing turned out!#robert's hands actually turned out so much better than I'd hoped hahaha #but yeah now these four know they have this weirdness in common...#the mystery deepens...#cecelia's pajama pants are based on van gogh's starry night painting since she's an artist!#and barty's wearing an old concert tee and pajama pants with a dragon printed on them #because barty's a magical creatures kind of guy and honestly everybody needs a pair of dragon pajama pants #I'm sure charlie weasley has some #also yeah robert is *toned* hahaha #quidditch star baby

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ripple effect - part six

Summary: During her fourth year at Hogwarts, (y/n) Deauxville falls for none other than Cedric Diggory. But it's not easy when you have to deal with protecting your family's fortune, keeping your father's illness a secret and having two of your closest friends catch feelings for you.

Pairings : reader x cedric, reader x draco, reader x harry

It was Friday morning, the first week had gone relatively fast. (y/n) was still angry with Draco so she decided to sit at the Gryffindor table. She was popular enough that she didn't get to many glares as she sat down with her friends with her green robes. You yawn, having spent all night studying.

"I have a quiz in muggle studies today"

"Who do you have class with?" Ron asks

"Ravenclaw" You sigh and bury your head in your hands " I'm bound to have the worst mark in the class."

"At least we have Care of Magical Creatures together." Hermione says playing with a strand of your hair.

You stare at your class notes trying to drill them into your brain.

"Guys, who killed Lincoln again"

"I didn't do it!" Fred screeches.

"I have an alibi! I swear!" George adds wearing an identical grin as his twin.

"John Wilkes Booth"

"Thank you Hermione" You answer glaring at the twins.

"You're eating again, I notice" Ron says to Hermione who's buttering a toast.

"I've decided there are better ways to make a stand about elf rights."

"Yeah....and you were hungry."

You, Daphne and Millicent walk down to Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical creatures.

"Ew what is that?" Millicent says pointing to the cage with strange lobster scorpion hybrids.

"Blast Ended Skrewts!" bellows Hagrid excitedly.

"Oh wow they're... interesting."

"Eurgh" squeals Lavender Brown.

"On'y jus' hatched," said Hagrid proudly, "so yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!"

"And why would we want to raise them?" says Draco turning his nose up.

(y/n) picks up some frog liver, trying not to gag and drops it inside the box of skrewts. A flash erupts from the rear end of one of the creatures and she feels a sharp pain in her right hand.

"Ow! Shit! It burned me."

You look at your shaking fingers, whimpering. Your index and part of your middle finger were bright red and blisters were starting to form all over. You bite back tears as a pale pair of hands grab yours.

"(y/n)! Are you alright?" Draco says with a frown as he looks down at your fingers "Bloody hell that looks bad. Come I'll take you to the infirmary."

Hagrid steps forward and tries to inspect your injury but Draco starts pulling you away.

"My father will hear about this." He spits out venomously.

Draco leads you inside the castle.

"Not gonna faint on me this time?"

You smile through the pain. "That was ONE time!" You say thinking back to when you and Draco were little and you fainted on him after scraping your knees.

"Not another one!" Madam Pomfrey exclaims as you walk inside the infirmary already full of students who were burned or stung by the skrewts. She grabs your hand "This is pretty bad" she mutters quietly " You must have been close to the blast."

"Okay that's it (y/n). I'm taking you to St.Mungos right away." Draco says, looking paler than usual.

You roll your eyes at him. He's always been an overreactor

"Nonsense! Absolute nonsense! I'll have it fixed in a jiffy." huffs Madam Pomfrey, pulling out a turquoise paste from her apron. As soon as the minty paste touches your skin it instantly numbs the pain and makes your hand feel very cold.

"Apply this every morning for a week and you'll be just fine." She says, handing you the paste in your healthy hand.

You string together a few thank yous and slip out of the infirmary. You're walking next to Draco when he grabs your forearm and forces you to face him.

"(y/n) i'm sorry."

You let out a silent sigh of relief because some part of you feared that he would never apologize and your friendship would never be the same.

"For what?" (y/n) wanted to drag out his apology, she wanted to savour this moment, to embed it in her memory forever because Draco Malfoy never apologizes. She's known Draco since before he could talk and she swears he's only apologized to her twice.

"For being a dick." He says grudgingly.

"Annnnd?"

"And being rude to your friends." He chokes the words out like saying them was physically hurting him. He looks so uncomfortable that it's nearly impossible not to keep going.

"Becauseee?"

He signs and turns slightly pink "Because I was jealous."

"That wasn't that hard now was it Drakey?" You had about a thousand nicknames for Draco like Drakey, Dracula, Dee, Little Lucius, Casper the Ghost ect.

"Never doing that again." He scoffs.

"So you forgive me?" You nod. "Really? huh.Thought you would give me a harder time."

You laugh. You've missed this, how easy everything was with him.

"Yes well I need my study partner back before the Muggle Studies quiz."

"Study partner? Please! I'm practically your tutor."

"Whatever shut up Dee."

(y/n) was the last one to leave the Muggle Studies classroom after taking forever to finish her quiz. It wasn't that she wasn't smart but she had had a lot on her mind the past two years and it was taking a toll on her grades. And Muggles were so bloody complicated. She walks into the courtyard just in time to see Professor Moody turn Draco into a small white ferret.

There was a terrified silence and (y/n) ran forward and kneeled on the floor to pick up the ferret.

"Draco?"

"LEAVE IT!" Moody shouted.

"Leave — what?" Harry said, bewildered.

"Not you — her!" Moody growled.

Before you could turn around the ferret leaped out of your hands towards the dungeons.

"I don't think so!" roared Moody. He proceeded to levitate the ferret and slam it back and forth into the ground. You wince every time the ferret hits the floor but find yourself unable to move. Finally Professor McGonagall steps in and turns the ferret back into Draco. You practically jump on him, hugging him tightly while McGonagall scolds Moody.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt? Can you walk?"

"I'm fine" He huffs staring daggers at Harry but when he sees your worried expression his eyes soften and he offers you a slight smile. "Really, i'm all good"

His eyes are still glossed over when he mumbles in your ear "Just wait until I tell father about this"

"Oh yeah?" said Moody quietly, limping forward a few steps, "Well, I know your father, boy. . . . You tell him Moody's keeping a close eye on his son . . . you tell him that from me. . . . " He looks at you dead in the eyes, sending a violent shiver down your back. "That goes for you as well. Now, your Head of House'll be Snape, will it?" He takes Draco's arm and roughly shoves him towards the castle. You stay fixed in your spot pondering Moody's words.

"Don't talk to me," Ron said quietly to Harry, Hermione and (y/n)

"Why not?" said Hermione in surprise.

"Because I want to fix that in my memory forever," said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret . . ."

"Shut up Ron"

"C'mon I know you secretly loved watching Draco get his ass handed to him on a platter." He nudges you with his elbow.

A small smile hints at your lips. "Maybe a little"

It was Saturday morning, and you were sitting at the Slytherin table. Everyone was avoiding the topic of Professor Moody because Malfoy was still fuming about yesterday's incident.

"What's that?" says Theo pointing at your SPEW badge.

"Hermione's starting a society for the promotion of elfish welfare." The whole group burst into hysterics but you silence them with a lethal glare. Pansy practically skips over and squeezes herself between you and Blaise.

"Oooh Dracooo? Will you come to Hogsmeade with me today? I really need to buy something, pleaseee?"

"What are you buying?" He answers cooly.

"Guess! It's something I really need." She says with what you think is supposed to be puppy dog eyes but it just throws her facial proportions even more off.

"A personality?" You spit out venously. As if on cue Daphne adds " Some friends maybe?"

Pansy scoffs and turns back to Draco. "I need an owl."

Blaise jumps in, saving Draco "Draco didn't you say we would go buy new quidditch robes today."

"Oh right. Sorry Pansy"

(y/n) starts thinking about her owl, Juniper. Juniper is a streaked brown and white barn owl. Juniper didn't live in the Hogwarts Owlery. Instead she lived at the Deauxville Manor and it was specially trained to take your fathers letters before he could see them. Then Juniper would bring them to you and you would respond to your father's business letters for him. Reading your father's mail had felt uncomfortable at first but you had to remember that you were just trying to save his life’s work.

You watch Daphnee and Millicent blush and Draco clench his jaw. "Ready to go?"

You turn to see Cedric looking a little uncomfortable under the glares that most of the Slytherin boys were giving him. You give him your most reassuring smile.

"Yeah, let's go before my brother kills you."

He holds out his hand to help you up take it, feeling an electric rush pass through your arm as you do. Walking out, it seems that every single person in the Great Hall has their eyes fixed on the couple. Cedric doesn't seem to notice and throws you a chocolate frog. You catch it with ease.

"How do you have so many of these?"

"Easy. I have a box of them with (y/n) written in big red letters on it." He says with a grin as you plop the frog in your mouth.

"So what do you want to do?" Cedric asks while the two of you walk.

"I'm not sure. Let's go have butterbeers."

You're waiting at a booth in the Three Broomsticks while Cedric goes to buy two butterbeers. He hands you a mug full of rich brown liquid.

"Thank you."

"No problem at all" He pulls out a red liquorice wand and snaps it in half. He slides you a piece.

"Cedriccc. First of all where are you getting all these sweets from, second of all licorice is eurgh."

He shakes his head. " No, no, no. See this?" He says holding out the candy. "This is RED licorice. It's big in the United States, tastes completely different. I want you to try it."

"No please don't make me. I'll throw up on you I swear" You plead.

"Yess"

"Noo"

Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"Fine!" You finally give in when he flashes you his breathtaking lopsided grin. "You are so stubborn!" You slowly drop the red candy in your mouth. You expect the nauseating taste of molasses to take over but surprisingly all you taste is strawberries.

"Cedric! This is kind of good." You say while chewing. He laughs and your hands brush slightly together as he gives you another piece which makes your cheeks go red.

"So who do you think is gonna be the impartial judge who decides the champions?" You ask quickly hoping to distract him from your embarrassing blushing.

"Eh, maybe the sorting hat?"

"I hope the hat doesn't pick Nick then because he wouldn't last five seconds."

"Come on, give him some credit, he's pretty talented in transfiguration."

"Wouldn't know, we barely talk anymore." Your voice takes a bitter tone.

"Is that why you didn't come to St.Tropez this summer."

"Yeah and I had to take care of family stuff." You say not wanting to look at his face because it would make lying so much harder.

He grabs your hand on the table. "(y/n) I know your dad is sick."

"NICK TOLD YOU?? I'M GONNA KILL HIM HE REALLY IS A USELESS PIECE OF SHIT" You jump up raising your voice, everyone in the bar looking at you. Cedric's face stays calm and compassionate.

"Please calm down, let me explain." He grabs your hand and forces you to sit. "During the summer I found Nick crying by the pool one night. He didn't say much, just that your father was sick and there was no cure. He was really upset and kept mumbling stuff about being a shit brother and such. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I just wanted you to know that i'm here for you."

Cedric slides closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. You rest your head on him.

"Alzeihmer's" you whisper.

"Pardon?"

"He has Alzeihmer's. He can't even remember my name most days." He wraps his other arm around you, engulfing you in a hug.

"God (y/n). I'm so sorry."

" It's okay, I've become a little bit numb to it all." You breathe in his scent. "Cedric you can't tell anybody okay? Promise me."

"I promise" He whispers and squeezes you tighter.

You stayed like that for a while, it was nice, for once your thoughts seemed to come to a stop as you focused on Cedric's heartbeat.

(y/n) and Cedric walk back to the castle. She has a bag full of candies from Honeydukes and bag with a pair of earrings for Millicent's birthday. He's holding your hand which makes your little heart do backflips in your chest.

"So what happened to your right hand?"

" A blast ended skrewt's ass exploded on me.'

He picks up your other hand and gives it a small kiss. "There. All better."

You try to contain the furious blush dotting your cheeks as you laugh. "You're so cheesy Ced."

"No but seriously I think there's a plant in the Hufflepuff common room that can help with the blisters."

"Whoa watch out for Cedric Diggory, future Mediwizard."

He smirks. "Dr.Diggory does sound pretty nice."

"Well Dr.Diggory how does it feel to have the second nicest common room."

"You're kidding right? Hufflepuff has THE nicest common room. It's next to the kitchens, it has plants, it always smells like cinnamon..." He keeps listing reasons why his common room is the nicest all the way to the castle.

"Unfortunately Cedric" You say standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "This still remains the best common room."

Cedric is about to answer but you stop him in his tracks by standing on your tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek.

"Bye Dr.Diggory" You whisper in his ear before slipping inside.

The whole school was buzzing because today was the day that the delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were arriving. All the Hogwarts students were waiting outside for their grand entrance. Dumbledore smiles and calmly says.

"Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"

"Where?" said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.

"There!" yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.

Something large, much larger than a broomstick — or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks — was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.

"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.

"Don't be stupid . . . it's a flying house!" said Dennis Creevey.

When the thing gets closer, you realise that it's an ornate powder blue carriage pulled by a giant winged horse. It comes to a stop and a boy in pale blue robes comes out and pulls out small golden steps. A comically huge woman walks out and greets Dumbledore in a thick accent. (y/n) spots Cedric in the crowd and he waves enthusiastically.

The Black lake starts to bubble and the water separates, a thick brown pole sticks out. A big wooden boat starts emerging from the hole. Durmstrang students start filing out of the boat. They were all muscular and bulky. You take a moment to look at the contrast between the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students. Ron gasps and jumps up.

"Harry — it's Krum!"

But you don't hear him because in the crowd you've spotted a familiar face in pale blue robes eyeing you. A beautifully creamy face wearing a very hateful expression.

Your cousin Fleur has arrived at Hogwarts.

#cedric diggory #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp and the goblet of fire #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory x reader #cedric x you #cedric x reader #harry potter x reader #draco malfoy x reader

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dat-silvers-girl · 3 years

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PVA- i would love to hear any ideas you have about the au. Rn I’m picturing Rakepick chewing out the other adults for allowing something like the Moody incident to happen. Speaking of moody, in all of his scenes he seems so condescending while Rakepick (until they butchered her character) respected the mc as a student and person.

Okay, I saw this ask at 2 AM in the morning so I didn't answer it then for the sake of my sanity, because I know I'm going to ramble so much for this 😅 this is long so imma put it under a cut.

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Rakepick, or at least headcanon Rakepick, is a... Special character. She starts off as the villain who caused all of MC's problems, to the hero who wants to help MC get out of those problems, back to the villain who ends up causing more problems, and finally a sort-of hero who takes responsibility for those problems and does everything in her power to help MC or of those problems.

The Moody incident... When known Auror Alastor Moody disapparated with MC... Admittedly there were little to no adults in that party, and if I remember correctly, no Hogwarts Professor was there either. The only adult there with a personal connection with MC was Madam Rosmerta, and well... First, she's the innkeeper, and second, she never liked Rakepick. So if Rakepick does wind up chewing someone out at the Three Broomsticks, it would have been Rosmerta, which would lead to kind of a "chick fight". But hard hearts can be softened at the sight of genuine concern, so I'd like to think that Rosmerta would go just a little easy on Rakepick and give her a win for genuine concern for MC. And anyway, unlike Professors, I'm pretty sure Rakepick can have more faith in Rosmerta's care for MC than the faculty's non-existent care.

About the Professors, Rakepick has already accepted they're useless and will never help MC, so she would not waste time chewing them out. In fact, like I said, the only reason she would even attempt to chew out Rosmerta because Rosmerta actually does care and tries with MC. The Professors... Do not. They just punish MC, nothing more. I'm pretty sure if any Professor tried to assert dominance over MC in Rakepick's presence, she would just go full annoyed-mama-bear mode, give them a snarky reply, and just give them the middle finger before leading MC out of the room.

Now about Moody... I don't think these two ever knew each other before everything went wrong. We know that Rakepick does NOT like the Ministry of Magic (for good reason, I mean these people can't even fix their own dang windows), and tends to avoid it and it's employees as well. Moody is one if the most respected Aurors, and a war hero (right?).

I'll admit, I have not paid a lot of attention to Moody even tho he's been here for almost 2 years at this point. Maybe that's because I never grew to trust him like I trusted Rakepick. When Rakepick showed up in Year 4, I didn't trust her as much, but she slowly grew on me, and I eventually trusted her all the way till the end of Year 5. Moody, on the other hand... Eh. Nope. I still don't like him.

And actually no, Moody has never been particularly condescending of MC (in my opinion at least). Both him and Rakepick have almost the same level of respect for MC. Almost. Rakepick still seems to have just a little more. It seems very different because they're from opposite ends of the law. The only difference is that Moody believes MC can be great within the law, and Rakepick believes MC should go beyond the rules. Ultimately it's up to MC whether they like the lawman or the outlaw.

Rakepick did have a great respect for MC, almost treating them as an equal. We wouldn't get out of challenging her with just a broken wand if she didn't. The worst she did in her time as a trustworthy Professor was dishonouring us, but ultimately she had a lot of faith in MC's potential, and encouraged us to not let rules hold us down. Her final lesson was "Never apologise for doing that you know in your heart you must do." This is actually great advice, but given the context of what she did in canon, it did not age well. And that's the most important difference in this AU. The fact that this lesson, no matter what side you pick, will always apply, and it will age well. Sometimes doing the right thing means breaking rules.

In this AU, I imagine Rakepick not being able to go back to her job anymore, so she had to find something else to do to survive. It is also important that whatever she does, hides her from R. I imagine she would at least have enough freedom to check in on MC in Hogsmeade every now and then, and is there if anything particularly bad happens that needs help. I have a Good!Rakepick AU right here where she saves everyone in the Portrait Vault, and later prevents Year 6 Chapter 18 by making sure all four students made it back to Hogwarts safely. And so on and so forth.

In Year 7, once Rakepick finds that MC needs to go to the Ministry, is see her getting along with Moody just a bit for MC's sake. Once she finds out there's an R mole in the Ministry, she panics and goes there herself, regardless of the danger. One idea in particular that I like and shared with @weasley-adoptee a few days ago was her being protective of MC around Umbridge. I imagine that Umbridge invited MC to tea, and they accept. Unknown to us, the tea she gives has Veritaserum. However, before we take a single sip, Rakepick calmly shows up at the pink hellish office and says that MC needs to leave to be elsewhere. As MC walks out, Umbridge glares daggers at Rakepick, but she glares whole swords back, with a look that says "Don't fuck around with my child."

So, this AU is basically MC under Rakepick's protection. Which I find very wholesome.

#sorry I took so long to answer #i really appreciate the ask!#i hope you like the answer :)#i may or may not have wound up writing completely unrelated things but i was rambling and used all my brain power #asks!#patricia rakepick #mad eye moody #hphm spoilers #hphm year 6 #hphm year 7 #hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #hogwarts mystery mc #hogwarts mc #hogwarts #harry potter

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jayankles · 4 years

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Your Turn

Pairing: No pairing; general Dean fic

Word Count: 2016

Summary: Dean and his wife are woken up by their baby, his wife encourages him that it’s his turn to take care of her.

Written for: @spngenrebingo / @goodthingshappenbingo / @spndeanbingo / @spnaubingo

Squares Filled: playing pretend / pillow forts / Bobby Singer / single parent au

Also for @sdavid09 ’s bingo challenge. The square filled is below to avoid spoilers.

A crying baby is what woke them. She snuck her hand around Dean’s waist and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “It’s your turn, baby.”

“I know. I got her. Go back to sleep.” He rubbed her hand before bringing it up for a kiss. “Alright, baby girl, daddy’s coming.”

Dean sat up, the palms of his hand digging into his eyeballs, rubbing the sleep from them. He got up, his feet stepping into his comfortable slippers. Grabbing his robe, he tied the belt loosely around his waist, he was ready for action to get his daughter to sleep.

“Come on, Lilah.” Dean leaned over with a small smile on his face, even though Delilah was sobbing her heart out, it didn’t matter. All he saw was a healthy happy baby that just wanted cuddles from her daddy. “You wanna cuddle with Daddy? Before you wake Scarlett because the two of you in the morning is a nightmare. You don’t know how outnumbered I am with you girls.”

Lilah continued to cry but as soon as Dean picked her up from the crib she calmed a little, her cries settling a little after she nestled into his chest. She loved her father so much but Dean loved Delilah a little more, she had him completely wrapped around her tiny little fingers. All she had to do was smile and he was gone.He was all hers. Any of his girls could have him at the blink of an eye, a snap of their fingers, or something as simple as a smile.

When she started to fuss again, Dean started with a hum, he couldn’t figure out which song to sing, about three of them roaming around in his mind. After a few minutes of humming ‘Hey Jude,’ he finally decided on ‘Baby Mine’ from the Disney movie Dumbo. It was the only song that worked with Scarlett when she was younger and it was his wife’s favourite song to sing her too; as he sung the words Dean rocked too and fro. Delilah’s little hands balled into Dean’s shirt but he soon noticed that they had loosened and her breathing had evened out.

After he was sure that Delilah had conked out for a few more hours, he laid her back in her crib, draping the light blanket back over her, softly rubbing her stomach. “Goodnight, Lilah. See you in a few hours, Sweetheart.”

Walking down the hallway, Dean checked on Scarlett. She was adorable, of course, snuggling her stuffed octopus. She was rocking the bedhead vibe as always, something that he would have to fix in the morning. He wouldn’t tell her but he loved brushing Scarlett’s hair and secretly watching the hair tutorials to see which style he could help Scarlett pull off for school.

“Goodnight, Princess.” He whispered, closing the door behind him and heading back to bed. He would need all the sleep he could get.

Sneaking under the covers, he whispered once more. “I love you, mama, goodnight.”

“Yay! Grandpa Bobby is here!” Dean said, his eyes finding Scarlett’s before her face lit up like a Christmas tree. It had been a while since the girls had seen their Grandpa. Their favourite one at that.... Or their only Grandpa, but it was nice to be loved.

“Grandpa!” Scarlett dropped her toys and quickly made her way over into Bobby’s arms. “Can we goto the park today? Get some secret ice cream?”

She was a terrible whisperer, he would have to teach her a few tricks of the trade so her father wouldn;t be able to hear her the next time she spoke of any innocent secret.

“You know I can hear you, right? And if you go for secret ice cream without me , there will be no My Little Pony.” Dean got up from his extra small seat, taking Delilah with him. “I don’t say this enough but thank you for being retired, Bobby Singer.”

“Are you just using me for a free babysitting service, boy?” There was a stern look on his face as usual but it melted away as soon as Scarlett spoke.

“I can pay you with hugs and kisses.”

“Did you put her up to that?”

“Absolutely not. I would never put your own granddaughter against you.” Dean smiled, a devious one like this was a plan that he had concocted but in all honesty, he had nothing to do with it. “I will see you later.”

He waits for Scarlett to jump down before giving Delilah over to Bobby. He plans a soft kiss to the baby’s head. He moves on to his first born, crouching down to the floor and adjusting the toggle on her hoodie that she wears so often.

“I’ll make you a deal. You be good for Grandpa, he can get you some ice cream as long as you get me some and stick it in the freezer. If you do that, we’ll have a movie night at the weekend.”

“I wanna do that, yes. Lots of sweets and chocolate and popcorn.” She almost dies at the fact that she’s going to have a movie night. Dean has something else planned first and it was something that he had hoped that they would love even more than just a movie.

As much as Dean hates it, he has to go, has to leave them and go to work. He had already taken a long break but he knew he had to go back. It was time. Dean couldn’t bear to part with his girls, not even for a minute but he had to.

His coworkers welcome him back with open arms. It had been a rough few months but he was hanging in there. His best friend, Benny, held him so tight that he was afraid he would lose him; Benny may have also broken a few of Dean’s ribs but he loved it more than he would care to admit.

“Good to see you, brother.” Benny gave him one more squeeze before releasing him.

Dean just nodded, his words caught, he couldn’t say anything with his heart in his throat. He gave Benny a slap on the back before he took a step back and coughed, masking his pain.

By the time lunch rolled around, Dean was a lot more tired than he thought he would be, the long nights that he had with the girl had really taken its toll on him. Maybe he shouldn’t have rushed back to his job.

Reaching into his bag, he pulled out his lunch box and his small bottle of pills. Dean had got accustomed to taking the meds ever since Lilah was born, it was one of the many things that he remembered to do each and every day. Dean knocked down the two daily pills, swallowing them with a drink of water.

Dean had taken a bite of the second slice of his sandwich before he put it back down in the box, his fingers running through his slightly longer hair. Inhaling, he tried to keep calm and keep himself from crying, he had done well so far, and had only thought about the situation twice today. But it still didn’t stop the pain that he was feeling, he just wanted to get back to his family back home. The pills would kick in and bring him back down to the dark reality that he was living.

Benny came in not too long after Dean did, neither man said anything, not for a long time and it was beginning to get awkward. The pair hadn’t seen each other since just before Lilah was born a few months ago, there had been texts and calls, keeping up with each other seeing how Dean was holding up and asking whether or not he needed any help around the house. Dean kindly refused Benny’s help, thanking him for his offer and telling him that he was welcome to come over to the house and see Lilah and Scarlett whenever he wanted, when he returned to work. He just needed that time with the kids before he shared them with anyone else. Benny completely understood, any other time, he would have chewed his ass about spending all his time with his babies but Benny knew that he needed to spend this time with them.

“Sorry, I dipped.” Dean muttered, popping an orange slice into his mouth, Scarlett had helped him make his lunch before he put her to bed last night. The thought alone made him smile a little bit. “I shouldn’t have done that to you, you deserved better.”

Benny gave a lopsided smile, “it’s all good, I know your struggles.”

“It’s still no excuse, man.” “Listen, if you’re still beating yourself up about it... how ‘bout you and your girls come over to my place and we’ll have a barbecue. Andrea can take a load off and help with the kids and you can cook your famous burgers that you know we love and I’ll do my steaks. We got you, brother.”

Dean was left speechless, he truly couldn’t believe the kindness of his best friend, even though Dean felt as if he had treated Benny like shit, Benny still had his back.

Turning the key in the door, Dean stepped into his house, and the house that he had made a home. The house was somewhat quiet and he wasn’t sure whether to take that as a good sign or a bad sign. He threw his bag and coat into the closet, strolling through the house and going in search of his girls. Dean then got to the living room, his heart soaring as he watched Bobby and Scarlett interact. The two of them sing to Delilah, trying to stop her from crying, so far it was working and they got little smiles out of her.

“How are my favourite people in the whole wide world?”

“Daddy!” “Dada!” Scarlett and Delilah screamed when they saw Dean leaning on the door frame with a soft smile on his face.

“Now, how about a pillow fort and a movie, yeah?”

Dean quickly got changed into his nightwear, whilst Bobby helped Scarlett into hers. Dean had taken the time to start creating the best pillow fort that he had in awhile. It was difficult at first, Lilah crying when she didn’t get enough of Dean’s attention but he finally strapped her into his chest in one of the carrier contraptions that he so hated to put together, his wife was always better at that stuff, especially the car seat straps.

The couches cushions were first to join the comforter on the floor. Broomsticks and chairs and furniture were moved around so Dean could create a canopy over the television. It would be the perfect, comfortable, little getaway for them. Dean was ready for Scarlett to put in the finishing touches and pick the movie. He couldn’t wait to spend the night with his babies watching Scarlett’s favourite Disney movie for the thousandth time since it came out. It was a surprise when Bobby decided to stay and bring in all the snacks; the popcorn, the gummy bears and the juice boxes even for Dean and himself.

Not even halfway through the movie the four of them had conked out for the night, they all had a busy day and they needed their sleep so that they could do it all over again the next day.

Dean’s wife smiled as she stepped into the living room, watching as her husband and their two baby girls slept. She tucked them all in, even the man she considered a father figure, she wished she could do more but there was only so much that a ghost could do, but she would return to Dean in the morning like she always did. She would do so until Dean got over her but in the end she would be waiting for them. It was always going to be Dean’s turn to be at Delilah’s beck and call.

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boreothegoldfinch · 3 years

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chapter 5 paragraph x

Of my classes, English was the only one I looked forward to, yet I was disturbed by how many of my classmates disliked Thoreau, railed against him even, as if he (who claimed never to have learned anything of value from an old person) was an enemy and not a friend. His scorn of commerce—invigorating to me —nettled a lot of the more vocal kids in Honors English. “Yeah, right,” shouted an obnoxious boy whose hair was gelled and combed stiff like a Dragon Ball Z character—“some kind of world it would be if everybody just dropped out and moped around in the woods—” “Me, me, me,” whined a voice in the back. “It’s antisocial,” a loudmouth girl interjected eagerly over the laughter that followed this—shifting in her seat, turning back to the teacher (a limp, long-boned woman named Mrs. Spear, who always wore brown sandals and earthtone colors, and looked as if she was suffering from major depression). “Thoreau is always just sitting around on his can telling us how good he has it —” “—Because,” said the Dragon Ball Z boy—his voice rising gleefully, “if everybody dropped out, like he’s saying to do? What kind of community would we have, if it was just people like him? We wouldn’t have hospitals and stuff. We wouldn’t have roads.” “Twat,” mumbled a welcome voice—just loud enough for everybody around to hear. I turned to see who had said this: the burnout-looking boy across the aisle, slouched and drumming his desk with his fingers. When he saw me looking at him, he raised a surprisingly lively eyebrow, as if to say: can you believe these fucking idiots? “Did someone have something to say back there?” said Mrs. Spear. “Like Thoreau gave a toss about roads,” said the burnout boy. His accent took me by surprise: foreign, I couldn’t place it. “Thoreau was the first environmentalist,” said Mrs. Spear. “He was also the first vegetarian,” said a girl in back. “Figures,” said someone else. “Mr. Crunchy-chewy.” “You’re all totally missing my point,” the Dragon Ball Z boy said excitedly. “Somebody has to build roads and not just sit in the woods looking at ants and mosquitoes all day. It’s called civilization.” My neighbor let out a sharp, contemptuous bark of a laugh. He was pale and thin, not very clean, with lank dark hair falling in his eyes and the unwholesome wanness of a runaway, callused hands and black-circled nails chewed to the nub—not like the shiny-haired, ski-tanned skate rats from my school on the Upper West Side, punks whose dads were CEOs and Park Avenue surgeons, but a kid who might conceivably be sitting on a sidewalk somewhere with a stray dog on a rope. “Well, to address some of these questions? I’d like for everybody to turn back to page fifteen,” Mrs. Spear said. “Where Thoreau is talking about his experiment in living.” “Experiment how?” said Dragon Ball Z. “Why is living in the woods like he does any different from a caveman?” The dark-haired boy scowled and sank deeper in his seat. He reminded me of the homeless-looking kids who stood around passing cigarettes back and forth on St. Mark’s Place, comparing scars, begging for change—same torn-up clothes and scrawny white arms; same black leather bracelets tangled at the wrists. Their multi-layered complexity was a sign I couldn’t read, though the general import was clear enough: different tribe, forget about it, I’m way too cool for you, don’t even try to talk to me. Such was my mistaken first impression of the only friend I made when I was in Vegas, and—as it turned out—one of the great friends of my life. His name was Boris. Somehow we found ourselves standing together in the crowd that was waiting for the bus after school that day.

“Hah. Harry Potter,” he said, as he looked me over. “Fuck you,” I said listlessly. It was not the first time, in Vegas, I’d heard the Harry Potter comment. My New York clothes—khakis, white oxford shirts, the tortoiseshell glasses which I unfortunately needed to see—made me look like a freak at a school where most people dressed in tank tops and flip flops. “Where’s your broomstick?” “Left it at Hogwarts,” I said. “What about you? Where's your board?” “Eh?” he said, leaning in to me and cupping his hand behind his ear with an old-mannish, deaf-looking gesture. He was half a head taller than me; along with jungle boots and bizarre old fatigues with the knees busted out, he was wearing a ratted-up black T-shirt with a snowboarding logo, Never Summer in white gothic letters. “Your shirt,” I said, with a curt nod. “Not much boarding in the desert.” “Nyah,” said Boris, pushing the stringy dark hair out of his eyes. “I don’t know how to snowboard. I just hate the sun.” We ended up together on the bus, in the seat closest to the door—clearly an unpopular place to sit, judging from the urgent way other kids muscled and pushed to the rear, but I hadn’t grown up riding a school bus and apparently neither had he, as he too seemed to think it only natural to fling himself down in the first empty seat up front. For a while we didn’t say much, but it was a long ride and eventually we got talking. It turned out that he lived in Canyon Shadows too—but farther out, the end that was getting reclaimed by the desert, where a lot of the houses weren’t finished and sand stood in the streets. “How long have you been here?” I asked him. It was the question all the kids asked each other at my new school, like we were doing jail time. “Dunno. Two months maybe?” Though he spoke English fluently enough, with a strong Australian accent, there was also a dark, slurry undercurrent of something else: a whiff of Count Dracula, or maybe it was KGB agent. “Where are you from?” “New York,” I said—and was gratified at his silent double-take, his lowered eyebrows that said: very cool. “What about you?” He pulled a face. “Well, let’s see,” he said, slumping back in his seat and counting off the countries on his fingers. “I’ve lived in Russia, Scotland which was maybe cool but I don’t remember it, Australia, Poland, New Zealand, Texas for two months, Alaska, New Guinea, Canada, Saudi Arabia, Sweden, Ukraine—” “Jesus Christ.” He shrugged. “Mostly Australia, Russia, and Ukraine, though. Those three places.” “Do you speak Russian?” He made a gesture that I took to mean more or less. “Ukrainian too, and Polish. Though I’ve forgotten a lot. The other day, I tried to remember what was the word for ‘dragonfly’ and couldn’t.” “Say something.” He obliged, something spitty and guttural. “What does that mean?” He chortled. “It means ‘Fuck you up the ass.’ ” “Yeah? In Russian?” He laughed, exposing grayish and very un-American teeth. “Ukrainian.” “I thought they spoke Russian in the Ukraine.” “Well, yes. Depends what part of Ukraine. They’re not so different languages, the two. Well—” click of the tongue, eye roll—“not so very much. Numbers are different, days of the week, some vocabulary. My name is spelled different in Ukrainian but in North America it’s easier to use Russian spelling and be Boris, not B-o-r-y-s. In the West everybody knows Boris Yeltsin…” he ticked his head to one side—“Boris Becker—” “Boris Badenov—” “Eh?” he said sharply, turning as if I’d insulted him. “Bullwinkle? Boris and Natasha?” “Oh, yes. Prince Boris! War and Peace. I’m named like him. Although the surname of Prince Boris is Drubetskóy, not what you said.”

“So what’s your first language? Ukrainian?” He shrugged. “Polish maybe,” he said, falling back in his seat, slinging his dark hair to one side with a flip of his head. His eyes were hard and humorous, very black. “My mother was Polish, from Rzeszów near the Ukrainian border. Russian, Ukrainian—Ukraine as you know was satellite of USSR, so I speak both. Maybe not Russian quite so much—it’s best for swearing and cursing. With Slavic languages—Russian, Ukrainian, Polish, even Czech—if you know one, you sort of get drift in all. But for me, English is easiest now. Used to be the other way around.” “What do you think about America?” “Everyone always smiles so big! Well—most people. Maybe not so much you. I think it looks stupid.” He was, like me, an only child. His father (born in Siberia, a Ukrainian national from Novoagansk) was in mining and exploration. “Big important job—he travels the world.” Boris’s mother—his father’s second wife—was dead. “Mine too,” I said. He shrugged. “She’s been dead for donkey’s years,” he said. “She was an alkie. She was drunk one night and she fell out a window and died.” “Wow,” I said, a bit stunned by how lightly he’d tossed this off. “Yah, it sucks,” he said carelessly, looking out the window. “So what nationality are you?” I said, after a brief silence. “Eh—?” “Well, if your mother’s Polish, and your dad’s Ukrainian, and you were born in Australia, that would make you—” “Indonesian,” he said, with a sinister smile. He had dark, devilish, very expressive eyebrows that moved around a lot when he spoke. “How’s that?” “Well, my passport says Ukraine. And I have part citizenship in Poland too. But Indonesia is the place I want to get back to,” said Boris, tossing the hair out of his eyes. “Well—PNG.” “What?” “Papua, New Guinea. It’s my favorite place I’ve lived.” “New Guinea? I thought they had headhunters. “Not any more. Or not so many. This bracelet is from there,” he said, pointing to one of the many black leather strands on his wrist. “My friend Bami made it for me. He was our cook.” “What’s it like?” “Not so bad,” he said, glancing at me sideways in his brooding, self-amused way. “I had a parrot. And a pet goose. And, was learning to surf. But then, six months ago, my dad hauled me with him to this shaddy town in Alaska. Seward Peninsula, just below Arctic Circle? And then, middle of May —we flew to Fairbanks on a prop plane, and then we came here.” “Wow,” I said. “Dead boring up there,” said Boris. “Heaps of dead fish, and bad Internet connection. I should have run away—I wish I had,” he said bitterly. “And done what?” “Stayed in New Guinea. Lived on the beach. Thank God anyway we weren’t there all winter. Few years ago, we were up north in Canada, in Alberta, this one-street town off the Pouce Coupe River? Dark the whole time, October to March, and fuck-all to do except read and listen to CBC radio. Had to drive fifty klicks to do our washing. Still—” he laughed —“loads better than Ukraine. Miami Beach, compared.” “What does your dad do again?” “Drink, mainly,” said Boris sourly. “He should meet my dad, then.” Again the sudden, explosive laugh—almost like he was spitting over you. “Yes. Brilliant. And whores?” “Wouldn’t be surprised,” I said, after a small, startled pause. Though not too much my dad did shocked me, I had never quite envisioned him hanging out in the Live Girls and Gentlemen’s Club joints we sometimes passed on the highway. The bus was emptying out; we were only a few streets from my house. “Hey, this is my stop up here,” I said. “Want to come home with me and watch television?” said Boris. “Well—” “Oh, come on. No one’s there. And I’ve got S.O.S. Iceberg on DVD.”

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sirenswhispers · 4 years

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The Night of Two Years Ago

N/A: Hey there, welcome back yo another of my disastrous imagines. I should warn you, this one is preeeetty long (2.7K) but I hope it's worth enough to read. It took me 3 hours to write!!

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Fred Weasley x Reader

Your best friend had always called you a liar, and she wasn’t totally wrong. You could admit you lied in the simple things: You lied to your parents when you had a bad mark, you lied to your professors just so the twins could get away with a prank, and you have lied to yourself when you said you wouldn’t kiss Fred Weasley again.

But denying the fact that you fancied Fred Weasley wasn’t a lie. Yeah, from time to time you two would fool around. You’d be snogging somewhere in the castle or sneaking out from the burrow. That didn’t necessarily mean something.

That was just the type of friendship you two had.

But your best friend was sure there was more of it.

So there you were again, the cold morning breeze of the beginning of winter filling the great hall. Your best friend talking non-stop by you side, pointing once again that you and Fred would just be a perfect couple.

“We’re good at being what we are now” Once again you said, but it went unnoticed by her. “He’s always looking at you with those shining eyes, and so do you. I don’t get it, you should be together by now. You’ve been with them more time that you’ve been with me!”

Which was true. Your family didn’t precisely live far away from the Weasleys, to be fair you lived only a couple of kilometers from them, and if it wouldn’t be for those couple of kilometers that make nothing to limit the amount of noise coming from your neighbors, you would have never met the Weasleys.

It was one particular afternoon when you were trying to entertain yourself around the grassland in which your houses were seated. Being an only child meant not having anyone to play around, and that meant you were bored all the time living only with your parents.

It was then, while spinning over and over again for the sake of boredom, that you noticed a glimpse of something that looked like fire flying above you. When you stopped and looked at the sky, still dizzy from spinning so many times, you noticed a redhead boy with a ball in hand flying around.

Those kids from the other side of the Greenland were playing quidditch.

Or at least, attempting to.

Back then, you’ve never seen a quidditch match before. Forgetting how bored you were, you ran behind the speeding broom, following the path that led you to meet the kind face of Molly Weasley.

At first, you were shy. She was a beautiful woman with the kindest smile you’ve seen, and you had grown up without knowing about that tenderness she looked at you with. It wasn’t that your parents didn’t love you, they were just too busy to show it.

So, when Molly took your hand in hers and talked to you with such a sweet voice, you flinched. But it didn’t take long to get uses to the motherly love Molly Weasley gave you since that day.

She was the one to introduce you to all of her kids, and she had a lot. From who was your first crush, Bill Weasley, to the little girl clinging from her waist that was Ginny Weasley. Charlie Weasley, who was covered in mood and grass with a big smile, and Ron Weasley, only a year younger than you but taller even by then. Percy who just waved at you from one of the windows of the third floor, and the twins.

Those two pranksters who, at first, you couldn´t call by their proper name. So, they were Gred and Forge for you.

Even though you got along with all of them, the closer to you were always the twins. They enjoyed making you infuriate with their pranks, and you loved chasing them around the grassland.

When you arrived for your first year in Hogwarts and they were in their second year, they were the tour guides that showed you all of the secret passages, even showing you their most precious treasure: The Marauder’s Map.

They were the one who never failed at making you smile, even if you were having the worst day of your life. So it wasn’t a big surprise that you were where they were.

What it was a surprise indeed was when, in your fourth year, Fred Weasley, who was claimed as one of the most handsome fifth years alongside his twin George, trapped you between the wall and his figure and kissed you for the first time.

What it was even more surprising, was when you found yourself enjoying the action so much that you locked your arms behind his neck and pulled him closer to you. Letting his tongue play with yours in a deeper taste of the kiss.

The morning after that, when you were having breakfast at the great hall and he acted like nothing had happened, you made the promise to never kiss him again.

That promise broke two weeks later when, after dinner, he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you down to the kitchens, where he kissed you hard against the portrait of fruits. You kissed him with just as much passion as he did.

When you were back at your dorm that same night, with swollen lips and messy hair, you decided to follow along. Your friendship didn’t seem to be ruined after two kisses, what could a couple more do? Nothing bad, you thought.

Those two kisses later became a mantra. If one of you were having a bad day or were stressed or just in the mood of kissing, you would look for a dark corner to snog in, which happened twice a week.

Not many people knew about this, only you, Fred and your best friend who happened to one day walked in one of your hottest make-out session. Her scream rumbled all over the castle.

George Weasley, who was the closest person to you two, was just as clueless as everyone else. You and Fred were set on never telling him about the nights his best friend and twin fooled around, because if it didn’t mean anything to you two, then where was the need of telling him about it?

But that day, that particular freezing day of winter, everything changed.

After breakfast, you and your best friend walked in the direction of the quidditch pitch, where the match Gryffindor against Slytherin was just starting.

Just as you were taking your seats in the front line, Madam Hooch freed the balls. The snitch flying so fast that in a blink you lost track of where it went, the bludgers aggressively hitting the air, whistling around the pitch and the quaffle being passed from player to player.

The match was fierce just as always happened to be when Slytheryn and Gryffindor were involved. Harry seemed to be competing against the speed of sound with his broom, seeking for the snitch. The Weasley twins were as impressive as always, and when in one certain moment Fred passed right in front of your nose, he barely stopped to sent a wink and a playful smile in your direction. Your best friend once again sighed in frustration.

- Just get together already – She said with gritted teeth.

You just laughed it off.

The stands roared in cheers when Harry Potter raised with the snitch in his hand. Gryffindor had won.

You left before your best friend even noticed your absence, making your way through the people in the grades. Your shoes hit the grass just in time to watch George and Harry jump over Draco Malfoy.

Before Fred even thought about joining them, you grasped his hand in yours, keeping a firm grip that didn’t let allow him to move. He remained by your side, looking at you with such rage in his eyes that you knew would later become in a hot make-out session.

But that couldn’t compare at the amount of angst the twins and Harry felt when Umbitch banned them from playing Quidditch ever again. This time you didn’t need to hold Fred, but the other way around.

You raised your fist, aiming to her toad-like face, ready to arrange the ugliness and that stupid smile in her face with just one hit. But before you could swing your attack, a hand covered your fist in the softest way, almost like a caress. Your body relaxed under his touch, and you leaned your back into his chest, which was raising in a quick pass.

Fred took you away from her before you’d something you’d regret.

It was so unfair. Draco and his zombies didn’t seem to get a proper punishment and some of the most wonderful people in the world had to paid because of their ignorance and teasing.

You were so mad that you didn’t notice when you started stroking the back of Fred’s hand. But he did notice, and it seemed like his flustered heart did as well.

That night of two years ago, the first time you kissed, that was supposed to be everything. That was supposed to be the night he’d tell you how he truly felt, but somehow, he just managed to involve you both in a never-ending game of kissing and sneaking. Not that he was complaining, but he definitely wanted more than just dark rooms.

He yearned to hold your hand in public, kiss you fervently in front of everyone after a quidditch match and take you to the Three Broomsticks and taste the butterbear from your lips.

Then he remembered he’d never be able to play quidditch again. You felt a suden squeeze in you hand.

Taking a glance at Fred you saw how red his face was. Maybe some privacy would help both of you.

You started to walk to the Gryffindor tower, Fred said nothing while following your footsteps. Once in front of the Fat Lady, you waited for Fred to say the key word. When you stepped into the reddish common room, a perfect place to snog in, you were swiped from your feet. Fred hold you in his arms until he reached the door to his dorm, and only put you back on your feet after closing it behind him.

As soon as your feet were on the floor, your lips were held captive by his. His mouth attacked yours in a fierce manner, biting hard and moving fast. It took you a couple of seconds to follow his demand.

Suddenly, your body started to grow warmer and warmer, your ming getting lost in the way Fred’s hands were touching your skin. His finguers traced a line from your neck to your shoulder, taking his time to caress every inch at an agonizing slow rate. Then, his hand went from your shoulder to the hem of your shirt, sneaking under the fabric.

His touch had never felt so intimate before, and it was driving you mad.

Yes, you’ve snogged and there were those moments were your hands started to take in the action, but this time something was different. His touch not only caressed your skin, it was making your soul tremble under his presence.

Tired of the clothing being in the way, you broke the kiss to take the dress alongside the jumper out of you. Fred’s body was hot enough to warm you better.

Fred didn’t have the time to gasp in admiration when you jumped over him and your lips were back on him, but this time leaving a trace of wet kisses on his neck. Sucking and licking. Sucking, and licking, and biting.

His eyes started to fluster; he was under the spell of your touch. Whatever you wanted, whatever you desired, he wanted to give it to you at that moment. Soft moaning started sounded like sweet nothings to your ears. The echoes of your bodies colliding, one against the other, resonated whitin the room.

The boys were probably eating something or pranking someone. Honestly, who cared where they were? As long as they stayed away from the dorm, everything would be alright.

Leaving one last mark in the silky skin of his neck; you separate yourself enough to admire the flustered boy your legs were clinging from. It had never occurred to you how good Fred Weasley looked. How good he looked with his fiery hair made a mess, or how precious he looked with rosy cheeks and lips parted. An invitaion you always loved to take.

The burning desire of his body almost left you startled. The person you were kissing was supposed to be one of your best friends, not someone you could just shag. But his taste was so intoxicating that flew those thoughts away.

You didn’t complain when Fred started to walk with you towards what you assumed was his bed. Your back hit the mattress with a muffled sound, and the sight of a flustered Fred was even better from this point of view.

You were barely dressed, only in undergarments. It was only fair if Fred took his clothes off, staying only in boxers.

Seeing him only in one piece of cloth made the burning desire grown, and you could tell by the lustered look on his eyes, he was having the same problem with you.

- What a waste of time – You said when he was taking too much time admiring you.

Taking him by his shoulder, your bodies collided again. Kisses and caresses were shared in a way they’ve never been before. The heat your bodies created together making the room a warm place you semmed to never want to leave again.

The tension from before released when your two bodies met in the most intimate way two people can share. You were speechless.

But more than for what you just shared with Fred, what have truly left you speechless was the way he was looking at you. Laying on his bed, your legs tangled with each other’s, rossy cheaks and grasping for air; he was looking at you in a way you weren't used to, and it made you think a lot.

In any of those thought Fred was only your friend.

Behind those lose strands of fiery hair and the sweat that covered his face, his eyes were shining. Literally shining with something terrifying.

You wanted to ask him why he was looking at you that way, why he was making you feel like such a clueless girl. But you couldn’t.

The words couldn’t seem to make it past your throat.

Suddenly, you heard the voice of you best friend “He’s always looking at you like you were the most rare yet beautiful gem” “He won’t stop looking this way, and we both know why” “Didn’t you notice he was seeking a reason to touch you? There was nothing on your cheek”

Even that night of two years ago.

You had convinced yourself it was only your imagination, that Fred Weasley didn’t love you that way.

But he obviously did.

And what was that feeling in the pit of your stomach you always have when he was talking to other girls? And why was he the only person you’d look for when you needed someone? Even if you just wanted to talk about Hippogriffs and Nifflers.

Why was it that when it was time for him to leave, you didn’t want him to? Why did you feel like every moment with him was not long enough? Why were you disappointed when every morning you two locked eyes, he wouldn’t stand up and kiss you in greeting?

“Why can’t you just accept to love him?” The voice of your best friend sounded again.

Then you realized something. You have been a liar. A big liar.

That that kiss didn’t affect your friendship? Rubbish!

That Fred was only your friend? Rubbish!

That you didn’t love Frederick Weasley? TOTAL RUBISH!

That kiss had meant everything to you, even if you didn’t know it back then.

- Fred – You called him, and he opened his eyes only to greet you with the same spark of before.

You felt your throat dry, but it was now or never. You placed you hand on his chest, feeling the calm beat of his heart.

- Why didn’t you told me you loved me that night? – Your words were a whisper but so were his.

- Because it wouldn’t change. You weren’t ready back then, as much as I wanted you to be. And my feeling were never going to change; I had still loved you every day after that night. I still do. And I believe I’ll always do.

He closed his eyes and sighed in relief. Even if he was okay with not saying anything, once the words were out of him it just felt right. His arms tighten the grip in your waist.

If it were up to him, you’d never leave that bed.

- You know, I’m not going anywhere – You said playfully, gaining a smirk from him.

You moved your hand higher to touch his hair. The hair of the little boy on the broom of your first memory with the Weasleys. You stroke it with a tenderness that made he couldn’t believe was real.

- I’m good where I am - You snuggled closer to him – Right in the arms of the person I love.

His eyes opened in surprise when you said those words. His mouth slighty open and you had to hold back the laugh burning in you.

- I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it – He shrugged.

- Don’t worry love, I’ve always known you were a little slow at understanding things.

That just gained him a smack on the shoulder. He laughed, and the vibration of his chest hitting yours was perfect.

- I’m only joking. No need to be violent, woman.

The words bubbled inside you. You said it once, but you wanted to said again. And again. And again.

- I love you Fred Weasley, even if you turned out to be a real pain in the arse.

His eyes softened at your words. Happiness was rushing through his veins with you in his arms. With you in his life.

When it looked like he was about to kiss you again, the door opened with a bang. An oblivious redhead walked into the room babbling things neither of you semmed to understand.

It was only when he sat on his bed and raised his face from his hands that he noticed what he had just walked in.

- What the hell?!

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