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[vibraniumwing]

what once was mine.

a neville longbottom x reader wherein the reader catches a disease that everyone fears to get, and when the former realizes what was happening, it was all too late.

WARNING: angst, hanahaki!au, mentions of death, major character death

A/N: okay so this is my own entry for my writing challenge !! the chaotic eggs were talking about hanahaki fics and i just couldn’t shake this idea off. i hate writing angst for this little bean but i JUST can’t let this go. 

prompt: healing incantation from tangled.

word count: 3.2k

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Neville walked through the path of what was once his safe haven, the chilling air biting into his skin as he reached the only tree that was in the middle of the vast land that was littered with flowers.

For the beautiful place that once brought him joy, also gave him despair.

---

You and Nevile got along quite well due to the fact that the two of you grew up next to each other and that you’ve always had this special bond over plants— whether it be magical or just the normal kind— meaning that you mostly bonded over tending to the plants at the greenhouse and helping Professor Sprout during your free time. 

He would usually teach you the magical properties of the plants you’ve studied for in Herbology while you teach him certain meanings and symbolisms for flowers that you’ve studied in your free time. 

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Neville was making his way to the greenhouse when he heard a gentle voice through the window, peeking through, he saw you gently spray the pots of dittany with water as you quietly sang, 

“Flower, gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine”

He mesmerized by the way you carried out the song, capturing him in a trance as you continued to sing and tend to the plant, unaware of his presence,

“Heal what has been hurt Change the Fate's design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine”

Your voice growing more silent as you ended the song, only noticing his presence as you turn around and see him looking at you with a rather dazed expression, amazed at what you’ve performed in front of him.

“Nev! how long have you been there?” You question, nearly dropping the watering can, cheeks flushed at the realization that he heard you singing. 

He smiled at you shyly, “Just enough to hear you sing, why have you never told me that you sing so well?” he questioned, jogging to the door and entered the greenhouse, the smile still evident on his lips. 

You shied away from his gaze, “It just never came up as topic, besides my singing abilities aren’t that good.” you now answer, walking back to the table to return the canister and face him, crossing your arms as you lean on the table. “Now I’m guessing you want an answer to why I was singing to them?” Questioning him, motioning to the plants that was in front of you. 

He sheepishly nodded, genuinely curious at your habit. 

Taking a deep breath in, you started to explain, “When I was young, my mom would always sing me this song when she’s healing the small wounds I would get to distract me from the pain, telling me that this song helps to revive what once was in agony.” You answered, walking back over to gently hold the leaves of the magical plant in front of you.

“Then when I started to grow my own garden, I would sing the song to the flowers in my garden when they would show signs of wilting, as if to help them grow back. It’s silly, I know, but I just believe that it helps them in a way.” You finished explaining, looking back at him with an embarrassed expression, still in disbelief that he had finally caught you.

He looked at you incredulously, shocked that you think he would shame you for such a habit. “I don’t think that’s embarrassing, I honestly think it’s adorable.” tone filled with sincerity as he rubbed the nape of his neck, “I would love to learn that song too.”

That was your turn to look at him with disbelief, did he really want to learn the song because of you? 

A huge grin soon came over your lips as you pulled out a tattered leather journal from your bag, handing it over to him. “I might consider teaching you the song if you learn these flowers with me.” You persuaded him, his hands now opening the notebook to see the hand-drawn flowers you’ve designed on the pages, it’s names and meanings beside it.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” 

---

“Hey (Y/N), what do these flowers symbolize?” He asked you one day, pointing to the page that had carnations decorating the page, the name and its meaning missing. 

You leaned over and smiled sadly at the drawing, “Those are red carnations, Nev.” You started off, leaning on your chair as you continued, “You can see that the red varies from a light red hue to a much deeper and rich one, right? Well, the light red carnations symbolizes admiration while the deeper ones mean deep love and affection.”

He eagerly listened to your explanation, nodding once as he motioned for you to finish what you were saying, you bring your hand towards the white and striped variations of the same flower, “The white ones represent pure love and good luck while the striped ones are for the regret of a love one cannot share. “ You finished, giving him an accomplished look as he was amazed. 

“Who knew a single flower and its colors have tons of meanings.” He commented, fingers gently grazing over the surface of the page as he looked at it with awe. 

“Everything has meaning if you look at enough, Nev.”

---

As days passed by, you’ve bonded over the simple journal filled with flowers, spending hours upon hours showing him what they could mean to a person and how you can care for it. 

as the days passed, you also felt your heart slowly sink in deeper into the emotions you swore to never tell. 

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You were passing by greenhouse when you heard a familiar tune carry out from the windows, stopping by the very last one, you peek to see Neville carefully tending to his Mimbulus Mimbetonia that he bought in that same year, gently watering the plant as he sang.

“Flower, gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine”

Admittedly, his voice wasn’t that good but the tenderness in every word he spoke had you swooning; your heart swelled with adoration as he continued to sing, unaware of how you were silently watching him.

You’ve made yourself content with that, just admiring him from the distance; loving him silently from the side.

---

The two of you were in the Great Hall, immersed yet in another session of flowers and symbols, you were explaining to him the meaning of Camellias when you’ve noticed he seemed to be out of focus, staring off into the distance.

You followed his gaze to the group of students who proudly wore their house color of blue, landing on a certain blonde girl who was eating her food quietly, caught in-between two chattering girls.

Upon realization, your throat started to itch, making you wince at the feeling. “Hey Neville, are you still with me?” You asked, clearing your airway as to ease out on the uneasy feeling stirring inside of you.

He instantly snapped out of it and looked back at you with a grin, “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. You were saying?” motioning you to continue, eyes now glued to the flower you had recently drawn. 

“There are called camellias. Generally, they would symbolize love, affection and admiration to a person. However, like what I’ve explained before, the colors vary what their purpose.” You explained, hand reaching over to scratch your throat as the its irritation intensified, “For example, red would mean love and affection.” 

Neville silently nodded, not noticing how you were struggling with your words, “and these are?” he asked, pointing to the pink ones that were alone by the corner of the page.

“Those are pink camellias, those signify a longing for someone,” You finished.

“Your knowledge on these never ceases to amaze me.”

---

Weeks passed and the irritation just worsened, confusing you to no end about what you may have eaten to cause such a state. 

Until you were walking alongside with Neville until you coughed, feeling a rather foreign object in your mouth. You covered your mouth and looked at your friend with wide eyes before running to the lavatory, stumbling to the sink as you release whatever was in your mouth.

It was petals, and not just any petals, it was striped carnation petals.

You stared at the bunch in your hands, rather terrified of the beautiful red to white design it had. 

---

Seemingly enough, every time you would cough up these little monsters, it would be whenever Neville would be looking or talking to Luna. 

Your eyes looked at the amount of petals you had coughed up in just a week, filling the little jar you had hidden halfway through already. Everyday would be a new struggle for you as your breathing would get restricted more and more each time. 

You sat by the window of your dorm and watched how the glass reflected in the moonlight, gently shaking the jar as you watch the petals flutter inside the case, remembering how you 

You had some alone time after telling Neville that you would stay back at Hogwarts rather than go down at Hogsmeade, telling him that you were feeling a little under the weather for such activities. 

He offered to stay back but you said no, telling him to go have fun and enjoy the rest of the day, to which he reluctantly agreed to and left with Seamus and Dean.

You wandered into the library in hopes at you would find something that would answer what you had been currently suffering with. Eyes quickly skimming through the various books until you came across one that explained muggle ailments and illnesses. 

Scanning through the pages, your eyes had caught a picture of lungs that were slowly being filled with petals, “Hanahaki Disease...” you read out loud, your head pulsating at the realization of what you had caught, its severity causing you to tear up. 

‘This disease is stemmed from a love you cannot receive back, the petals usually appear from a certain flower and reminds them of the person they hold dearest.’ You silently read, blinking through the tears as your fingers played with the carnations that laid rest inside your pocket. 

“It’s severity may vary from petals to coughing up the full form of the flowers, the only known cure for this is aside from the reciprocation of love is the removal of the petals, however the devastating side-effect includes the loss of emotions for the said person. This is severely fatal for those who decide to leave it be, death be their mark for those who pretend not to see.” you whispered, fear creeping into your mind at the realization if you get this removed, your love for Neville will also leave

That’s when you’ve decided to leave what you have as it, choosing to endure what may come rather than to lose Neville.

Your hand clutched the container as sobs soon followed, tears freely flowing down your cheeks, “I’d rather fight and endure the pain may give me than to lose the love I have for you, Nev.”

and for the first time in what seems like forever, there were no petals that night.

---

You’ve decided to keep a notebook to keep track on the days you’ve survived with this living hell, writing down what happened within your day and if you have coughed up any petals; small bits and pieces of how you adore your best friend. 

You were by the Greenhouse, hugging your cardigan closer to your body as you admired the beautiful flowers of a rather wilted aconite, drawing the plant as you quietly sang to yourself, 

“Flower, gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine”

Bringing comfort to your rather irritated chest as someone joined along, your head whipped to where the sound came from, seeing Neville walk towards you with a rather warm smile, the same smile that you found comfort in, the same one that caused you to be in the predicament that you are right now.

“What are you drawing there?” He had asked, attempting to peek at the notebook which you closed rather quickly. 

You shook your head and hugged the notebook close to your chest, “You can’t look into this yet, Nev. Not yet.” You had said before coughing once more, a single petal escaping your lips. 

He looked at you with concern etched on his face, rubbing your back soothingly. “You’ve been coughing a lot lately, (Y/N), are you alright?” He asked, voice laced with worry as you nodded, giving him a smile as you held onto his hand.

“I’m all good, Neville, don’t worry. It’s just a cold that’s been sticking around for longer.”

---

You crossed out another date on the calendar you’ve made on your journal, signifying you have yet lived another day with this treacherous disease. It’s been three years since the first day you’ve coughed up petals and you still can’t believe you’ve lasted this long.

The longest record for this was for just 5 months, yet here you are now, marching on your way down to the Great Hall with your heart pounding at the realization that you were about to walk into another battle aside from your own.

As chaos soon ensued, you and Neville were on lookout by the other end of the wooden bridge, on the lookout for the pack of death eaters that were bound to invade the castle that way. You were both staring out into the rather pitch black valley, you were chewing the inside of your cheek as your hands grip on the railing, “Nev, before we both get into this, I just want you to know-”

You were about to confess what you felt for him when a loud rumble of feet interrupted, making you both alert and grip onto your wands as you looked into the distance. You grabbed his hand the moment you saw the death eaters viciously towards the entrance when three of them just obliterated into nothing making the rest halt in their tracks,

Neville gave you a knowing look, a rather victorious smile on his lips, “Yeah?! You and whose army?!”, taunting the large crowd who stopped in their tracks. Yet when a single flare landed on Scabior’s want, you immediately tugged on his sleeve, “Nev, we have to run.” as the death eaters rushed inside the gatehouse. 

You instantly took the lead, the both of you fleeing the bridge while avoiding the spells the snatcher was casting on the both of you while Neville casted a few spells to blow up the bridge. 

You were the first one to the end, watching how the bridge fell as your friend disappeared from your sight, “Neville!” You shrieked, Seamus holding you back as you coughed, your throat not handling the rather strenuous thing.

You struggled in Seamus’ grip, sobbing at the thought that your friend might have plummeted to his death when his want re-emerged from where the bridge cut off, his head soon popping out as he supported himself on the ledge, “That went well.” He groaned. 

You wiped your tears and ran towards him, helping him up as you cupped his face, eyes searching any bruises he might have. “Nev, don’t ever scare me like that again.” You sobbed, not minding the fact that every time you had to take a sharp inhale, it felt like glass was being pushed into your lungs because of the flowers growing within your chest. 

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, breath heaving in lots of air as he felt the adrenaline course through his veins, “I’m okay, (Y/N/N). I promise.” he assured, smiling at you rather happily. 

“Hey I hate to break your moment but we have to get back inside the castle now” Ginny spoke up, motioning the two of you to go and stand up. You both looked at each other and stood up, running along with her into the school as you maneuvered through the sea of students trying to flee the scene.

“What were you trying to say earlier, (Y/N)?” Neville had finally asked, glancing at you as he bumped into another student again, you shook your head, choosing not to speak up about your emotions in a time like this, “I’ll tell you once this thing is over, just promise me you’ll stay alive” You said back, giving him a smile which he mirrored, understanding what you meant.

“Ginny! Neville! (Y/N)!  Are you alright?” Harry’s voice soon rang in your ears, watching how Harry took the lass by his side and looked at the both of you with expectancy. You gave him a mere nod while the other spoke up, “Never better! I feel like I could spit fire! You haven’t seen Luna, have you?”

Harry looked at him confused, “Luna?” “I’m mad for her! ‘Think it’s about time I told her since we’d probably both be dead by dawn!” Neville exclaimed, giving you a small pat on the back as he ran up the stairs.

You suddenly felt your airway constrict more as you violently coughed, hunching over as a bunch of petals escaped your mouth, a bit of your own blood trailing down your mouth as you looked at Ginny who was talking with Harry. Despite the painful ringing in your ear and your ragged breath, you shouted at the both of them, “I’ll go this way! Be safe, the both of you!” before running off into the distance, fighting your way through the crowd.

You didn’t know where your feet would take you as you ran until you reached a deserted hallway, making you finally collapse on the floor as you spat out buds of the beautiful carnation and even the flower in its full form. 

With a shaky hand, you grasp onto in, heaving in your last breath before blacking out. 

---

When you woke up next, you heard a voice quietly sing albeit the hoarseness present in it, you found the sense of familiarity in every word, 

“Flower, gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine”

The song was cut off by a sob, causing you to stir as your vision was invaded by the bright light, looking down at what seems to be a distraught Neville. “H-Hey.” You managed to croak, wincing at the pain it caused you. 

He looked up at you with bloodshot eyes, “Why didn’t you tell me, (Y/N)? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, crying harder as you brought your hand up to wipe his tears, silencing his sobs as you sang for one last time, 

“Heal what has been hurt Change the Fate's design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine”

Tears of your own spilled as you realized that you have finally reached your end, that with every inhale that you took the exhales got shorter. You weakly cupped his cheek, smiling softly. “I didn’t want you to worry so much, seeing you happy was enough for me.” You explained, eyes exploring the ruins of the Great Hall for one last time.

“Because I’d rather die knowing that I loved someone as great as you, Neville. I’m sorry.” your answer cut off by coughing up the final camellia that escaped your system, giving it to him as you softly sang before drifting off, the cries of what once was your first love floating away.

“What once… was mine.”

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[simplymurdock]

Falling For Ya

prompt: this is for the wonderfully amazing @feetoffthetablee 200 follower disney/pixar themed writing challenge !!! again congratulations on 200 followers ilysm !!

paring: fred weasley x fem!ravenclaw reader

summary: yule ball season was nearing and fred was tasked with the challenge to ask the reader in the most memorable way possible.

warnings: none that i can think of !

word count: 1,750

Here it was, Yule Ball season. The time of year where every girl was dying trying to figure who was gunna ask them and what to wear. And every guy trying to figure out who to ask, the perfect robes. But whatever one seemed to agree on was trying to find a dance partner.

(Y/N) was a bit different, of course she was excited about the ball and everything that came with it, but was even more excited about going home. Getting a much needed break from anything related to school.

Granted there was one problem she was faced with, who she was going with. Every single guy that had asked her was in a boring way. Being as her mother was a muggle she had watched all these rom-coms about 'prom'. Something that she had found similar to the yule ball. And being a ravenclaw more on the creative side than smart side she wanted something big. Something special. Something you, him, no one would ever forget.

So there she sat in Charms starring aimlessly at the book in front of her. Not noticing one of the Weasley twins talking to the other glancing between him and her.

Shaking his head to something is twin said while crumbling up a piece of parchment paper and throwing it at (Y/N).

Her eyes shut as the small ball hit her cheek, snapping her from her daydream. "What?"

"You and me, yule ball?" He said wingling his brows while acting act a weird dance.

She scoffed, "No," shaking her head looking back down.

"Why?"

She folded her arms and leaned closer to him, "Because, Freddie, I'm not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes his smile."

"That goes on for miles," Her ravenclawed friend whispered to her making her laugh lightly. "Look, I just want someone to ask me in a more special way." She shrugged lightly. He raised a brow while leaning closer to her, so the two meet in the middle. "Special how?"

"Something no one could ever forget."

He quickly broke out into a grin, "Well lucky for you, love, I am always up for a challenge." He said adding a goofy wink that made her smile before looking back down at her paper.

+°✮*. · ∘ .

"What does this make it?" George asked sitting down next to you at the table. Lee and Angelina followed shortly behind him.

"Last I'd checked, 5 days, 9 hours, and 37 minutes." (Y/N) said smirking lightly.

"So no new proposal?" Lee teased.

"Nope." (Y/N) replied pooping the 'p'. "Thought he was gunna as on the trip to Hogsmeades. Than before transfiguration class but nope not yet,"

"Well if it makes you feel better he's been practicing different ways in the mirror." George said making her quickly burst into a laughing fit. Getting a few hushes which made the others start to laugh too. "What's so funny?" Fred asked walking up to the laughter filed table.

"Speak of the devil,"

"Nothing. Absolute nothing." (Y/N) quickly dismissed.

He frowned squinted his eyes slightly before quickly checking around him for any thing out of place. Expecting the group laughing at a prank they were about to pull.

"Earth to Freddie?" (Y/N) asked resting her head on her palm. "You gunna sit down or keep staring at me like a fool?"

"So," The twin said pulling the chair out and sitting down. "(Y/N), love, tell me has anyone lived up to your special expectations?" He said wiggling his eyebrows making her laugh. She placed her finger to her lips, thinking about it for a minute. "You know, there was this one guy that threw a paper ball at me. But other than that no,"

"That memberful?"

"Well, most guys think they could just get away with a simple 'hi',"

The three shook their heads pulling away from the two in there own little world. "Knowing them they'd go on like this for day's," Angelina muttered out loud.

It was true, (Y/N) and Fred had been like this since you two had known each other. Which was during their 2nd year when the twins had to separated from a group project. (Y/N) had helped him with writing his notes in a better way. Which just helped him figure out there was a way to actual learn without wanting to claw his eyes outs. It soon became to each other becoming study partner's. And because her and Fred were getting closer she ended up getting to know George better.

It was a huge secret that (Y/N) had a crush on the red haired boy for a while now. His loud personality, his pranks, his confidence, his smirk, the stupid things he did with his eyebrows. No matter how much she told him to stop it or that it made him look funny she wanted him to do it again because it would bring little butterflies to her stomach.

To be honest Fred had a crush on (Y/N) too. It started out as friendliness, which turned into fondness, which than turned to firtatiousness. Being as flirty as possible when ever the two of them talked. Of course (Y/N) would always match his energy which only made him even more excited. Of he was flirty, and sure flirted with many girls, but it was different with the two. It than turned into adoration. Realizing if someone were to ask him when he started feeling that way, he couldn't give an answer.

Their friendship slowly turned into a crush.

Neither of them realizing they were both secretly falling for the other.

+°✮*. · ∘ .

Here came the day (Y/N) had been dreading, the day when McGonagall rounded up all the kids she could to try and teach them the dance.

Fred had quickly grabbed (Y/N) to be his dance partner. Both got through the class staring down at their own feet, trying their best not to mess up or even step on another's foot. And once they had the foot path down they were told to try to do it without looking at their feet. Which ended up with McGonagall pushing the two closer together. Which normally would end up with the two being flirtatious or witty. But was quite the opposite. Both just hyper focused on trying their best not to mess this up.

"I swear that woman is trying to dance us to death."

Fred was sitting on the floor with (Y/N) in the ravenclaw common room. Both exhausted from earlier but wanted to spend some time together.

"Tell me about it, how long did it take us to figure out that riddle?" (Y/N) asked putting on a pair of fuzzy socks.

"An hour,"

"Ugh, I just remembered I have to do that in heels. I'm sure I'm gunna end the night in blisters." She whined out letting her forehead fall onto Fred's shoulder. The two had their backs against her bed, pressing their shoulders together.

That's when an idea popped into the Weasley's head. His famous grin appeared as he quickly shot upwards, holding is hand out towards the ravenclaw. "(Y/N), dance with me."

"Freddie, you do know there's no music?"

"Love, just dance with me,"

He grabbed her hands while swiftly pulling her to her feet. (Y/N) didn't protest, all she did was smile while shaking her head as her cheeks slowly started to heat up. Fred wrapping his arms around her waist as she had her's around his neck. The two looking at each other completely lost in their own world. It was almost like both of them were suck in a trance. Slowly swaying back and forth in the comforting silence.

"This is nice," (Y/N) said breaking the silence as she placed her head on his chest.

"It truly is,"

He placed his chin on the top of head as a sweet smile's appeared onto their faces. He than slowly brought his bottom lip in between his teeth. Not sure if now would be the best time. Ever since Charms class Fred had been trying to pick the best time. Before transfiguration class, but couldn't find a way to get her alone. Than at the trip to Hogsmeades, but he over thought everything and next thing he knew everyone was back at Hogwarts. Than he thought about doing now, while it was just the two of them.

Fred had reached up and grabbed one of her hands swiftly swinging over her head trying to spin her. Only for her socks slide against the wooden floor as her tried legs quickly went out from under her.

Quickly shutting her eyes waiting for the impacted of the ground, but getting met with an arm grabbing her forearm while another wrapped around her waist.

(Y/N) meet Fred's eyes, him looking down at you and both quickly breaking into a fit of laughter. Once both their laughs die down she looked back into his eyes, looking at him with nothing but complete and utter love and adorance. With the tiniest amount of his smile still lingering. Both without either of your knowledge, leaned forward as both their eye's darted between the others lips. Until (Y/N) had enough and removed her hands from his chest and place them onto his cheeks quickly pulling him closer to her until their lips finally met in the middle. The kiss was soft and passionate and everything that they had been bawling up forever now was finally coming out.

Fred's arm's wrapping around her even more bringing her as close to him as he possibly could. As (Y/N) was trying to do the same thing. One hand holding his cheek as the kiss deepened as the other wrapped around his neck trying to get him closer.

Both finally pulling apart, resting their foreheads on each other as grins made their ways onto their swollen lips.

"So, you quit literary fell for me."

She wrapped her other arm around his neck. "I know I shouldn't, but I just couldn't stop myself from falling for ya."