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spicymancer · 3 months ago
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Remind me, exactly how many of your casts of characters all coexist in the same setting?
While they generally stick to their own lanes, you can kinda think of Sanction (superhero setting), ActiRangers (tokusatsu setting) , and Rumble After Dark (fighting game setting) as all take place loosely in the modern day / near future setting. Meanwhile, The Gingerwood Monster Research setting is a whimsical pseudo-medieval RPG fantasy world that doesn't really crossover with the others. I have a handful of other OCs who I don't draw super much that are a bit unmoored, like Ollie and Velvet.
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bolithesenate · 10 months ago
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the life of a crèchemaster is many things, but certainly never boring
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artrugula · 3 months ago
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RAAA PONY BEAM!! Always love getting to make people's nonponies into MLP characters shoutout to everypony who gave me the go-ahead to do so this year :3
in order: Esper & Minato (via romarow) Corvid Thistle (via @surferama) Azumi & Aaron (via AbbyMagica) Michael (via @god-mouths) Quick Bullet (via @agdapl-arts) Creative Flow (via Earlgreystea)
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jestersarts · 8 months ago
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Third on the list of new Bishops is Psyche (THEY/THEM) !
Found wandering, lost and almost starving in anura, they're one of the few of the lambs cultists who realize that everything is, objectively, fucked up, but realize it's also probably there best option for survival, and so remains quiet. Instead of sacrificing them or something, the lamb, recognizing their sharp mind and a knack for detecting when somethings amiss (it's actually chronic anxiety) gives them the yellow crown.
They act as a mediating force for the new bishops when the lamb isn't there. They take a similar roll to the one Shamura once took, whom they also, surprisingly, have quite an amiable acquaintanceship with...though it seems they have some...other, more secret feelings for a different former bishop.
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Me: *watches RoP trailer on a loop to inspire myself to write the next chapter of my Halbrand|Sauron/OC story* Friend: "So, how's the writing going? Any progress?" Me:
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whump-n-comfort · 7 months ago
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when you read a fic that gives you a hyper-specific whump scenario that you know would either A.) take forever to find in another story or B.) hasn't been written at all so the obvious conclusion is that you have to write it yourself
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#whump meme#~my stuff~#my brain hates me sometimes lmao#i just want a story where two characters are stuck in a broken down car in the middle of winter and having an argument#which leads to one stomping outside in some petty attempt to 'find help' while the other person doesn't realize#what is happening at first. they think their friend is just taking a quick second to catch their thoughts. not the best idea in a snow stor#but the other option is them tearing each others heads off so a little separation is fine. but then their friend starts walking away#and keeps going. so now they have to chase after them to corral them back into the car#because yeah its broken but its still somewhat warm unlike this suicide mission you are attempting!!#and then theres a big blow up because they have kinda been the shit-stirrer so their friend just is#im fixing it!! im being not annoying/useless/something related to whatever they were arguing about!!#so now they get slapped in the face with the fact that they've been taking out their bad day/week on their friend#who was simply being themself and trying to cheer them up/be nice#and when they eventually get back in the car the friend now feels like shit because they not only wasted heat from the car#but they also dragged their friend outside just bcuz they were being a brat so didn't they just prove the other person's point?#so now the two are just in a guilt huddle apologizing for being idiots as they inevitably wait for their rescue#bonus points if the rescue involves their rescuers trying to separate them and the other person just *refuses* to let their friend go#because they have a need to keep the first person warm after feeling like they essentially forced them out into the cold#is that too much to ask?? (i could turn this into an A talks to B scenario... also thinking about my OCs but when am i not lol)
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jitteryjive · 6 months ago
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at this point im incapable of drawing the shifter twins in their hostile period i only want to draw sweet and nice things of them. they love each other just ignore the part where they tried to hunt each other for like six years
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lumi-klovstad-games · 1 year ago
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I did too good a job coming up with Branwen Ailani.
My head keeps trying to write fanfiction where she returns when I don't want it to. But I can just imagine Angron returning again (as he does) and the Lion is getting ready to throw down with him again, but Ailani intervenes and manages to calm this DAEMON PRINCE OF KHORNE with her mere words and presence. The entire battle loses energy at her arrival. Her Marines, the Hospitallers, do what they do best: evacuate innocents and the wounded trapped in the crossfire. They stabilize the dying. They reinforce the Imperium's defenses despite being unknown to the defenders, and their aid unasked for. And the Lion sees this mysterious woman, who has the formidable presence only a Primarch could have (but how could she there ARE no women Primarchs?), walk right up the the Blood God's Champion and halt him in his tracks with mere words. He sees the flames wreathing his lost brother flicker and die, as this crazy woman does the unthinkable and reaches out to gently touch the face of the Daemon Prince.
"What has this universe done to you, dearest brother?" she asks, pressing her forehead to his in a gesture of utter madness, "I have known your hurt in the past, yet it is so much greater now. This is not who you are. It never was. This is only what your masters told you that you must be, but deep down you are still your own man. Buried in hurt, drowning in suffering, lost in anger and sadness. I cannot fix your pain by myself. These wounds are too great even for me -- but if you would help me, brother, we can do it together."
And the Lion sees something happen he never expected: a twinge in Angron's eyes. It's there, only for a moment, but there's no mistaking it: his brother still lives, and begins to fight the devilry of his flesh for control for the first time in 10,000 years. Angron retreats in the face of Ailani's superhuman mercy and kindness, along with her healing touch and soothing aura, all of which has put cracks in Khorne's control of the Twelfth Primarch, something nobody thought possible.
The Lion doesn't know this woman, or her marines. But they know HIM. And she greets him like an old friend, a sibling, even.
There has been much talk of "delivering the Emperor's Mercy" in the past 10 millennia. But when the time came, the Emperor's Mercy delivered Herself back to the galaxy, and many reintroductions have been far too long overdue.
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gutter--trash · 4 months ago
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spirit of the dule tree
Dule trees were commonly used as sites of public execution until as late as the mid-18th century — but some believe that there may be an older tradition where originally the trees were a gathering place for people to gather to mourn lost family and friends. (I think that’s probably just the Victorian romanticisation speaking personally but I’m not a historian.)
The name ‘dule’ is taken from the old scots word meaning ‘grief’ or lamentation. One of the most well known trees is a sycamore found on the Aberdeenshire estate of Leith Hall. I read a tiny article about it at work and couldn’t stop thinking about it.
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horse-apple-pie · 5 months ago
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[ID: a page of sketches of two original characters, Dynol and Toby, done on lined paper. Dynol is a robot with meat grinder head, and Toby is a child with extending robotic limbs. End ID]
Dynol my funky dude Dynol
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froppy-butterflyfan2000 · 1 year ago
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Cappyverse Doodles/Pen Drawings/Thunbnails
Cosma and Nebula creating a new spell, Moonlight Glow Cloud Bunnies Spell.
Corral and the Bloodworth-Thomason Siblings, Janaya and Hiraya.
19 years old Hannibal to 26 years old Drizella.
Nebula Butterfly-Lucitor belongs to @ej-cappy-universe.
Cosma Butterfly-Prime belongs to @mokstagger.
Corral Lynn-Foster belongs to @beanielune.
Hannibal/Drizella Zomboni, Janaya A. Bloodworth-Thomason, Hiraya B.C. Bloodworth-Thomason, and Leonidas belong to @froppy-butterflyfan2000 (me).
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hejanic · 1 year ago
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More beach boys
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davetheswat6 · 6 months ago
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The O.N.W.A.R.D 6-C Squadron is in a sort of limbo state between active duty and having been discharged. Especially after they left to steal the KM Ekranoplan in an attempt to get paid.
Which OC was discharged from or left the military? Why?
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luciiferous · 5 months ago
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[oc] a wolf trying to corral his cubs
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the-sinking-ship · 10 months ago
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Never Mind the Bollocks by The_Sinking_Ship
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: E
Wordcount: 118K
Collection: H/D Erised 2023, @hd-erised
Tags: found family, friends with benefits, slow burn, they were roommates, reluctant celebrity Harry Potter, not-so-reluctant celebrity Draco Malfoy, clubbing, drinking, smoking, drugs, parties, running from the cops, Harry rides a skateboard, jealousy, action, banter
Characters: Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Viktor Krum, Oliver Wood, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Seamus Finnegan, Astoria Greengrass, Dean Thomas, OCs (seriously, the gang's all here)
Summary:
If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked.
And yet, here he was.
Notes: This fic was written for @shiftylinguini as a part of the Erised 2023 gift exchange! Big thanks to my betas @mintawasalreadytaken and @drarrymyheart for corralling this monster and the Erised mods for their patience and hard work.
READ ON AO3
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emeritusemeritus · 1 day ago
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Hi love! Could I request a Fred Weasley x Sirius Black's daughter? Like low key goth, full of attitude, and overly confident reader, maybe they're in a meeting for the order and she's giving full attitude or something?? I just need more confident/bitchy reader bro T-T I'm tired of all the 'not like other girls' and shy readers like brother I speak my mind. anywho I love you and you're writing your amazing <3
Hello dear Anon! I hope it’s okay that I tweaked this just a little because I’ve been reading OOTP and it’s a crime that this scene wasn’t included because Fred vs Sirius?! I’d initially planned something much different but ended up 4k words deep here 😂 I love writing a fiery reader and would love to do more of this OC. Hope you enjoy! 🖤
Warnings: mentions of injury, Arthur’s attack, general unrest, drinking, brief mention of potential alcohol addiction, sadness and anger. Fred has big emotions. Mentions of Umbitch. Brief nod to the reader potentially being a seer? Secret relationship that gets revealed.
Word count: 4k words (I got sucked in)
The eye of the snake.
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"But professor," you protested weakly, actually considering the implications of your actions for once.
"I hardly think now is the time for propriety Miss Black," Professor McGonagall says as she ushers you through the common room and up the stairs towards the boys dormitories, whilst she heads towards the girls to retrieve Ginny. An odd night all around, you thought.
With shaking hands you held your illuminated wand out in front of you as a beacon, though you hardly needed a guide having made this walk so many times before, though never this quickly and without watching out for every creaking floorboard. You reached out for the door handle and slid it open, trying to stay quiet as to not disturb Lee. George was snoring as usual, surprisingly in rhythm with Lee's slight nose whistle which briefly made you ponder how the hell Fred was able to sleep through this crescendo of noise.
You creep towards Fred's bed first, knowing that time was of the essence and gave him a quick shake on his shoulder whilst whispering his name. You felt almost guilty for waking him, seeing him so peaceful in his sleep, knowing that Dumbledore's immediately summoning of yourself and the Weasley children was an ominous and foreboding sign. He looked so handsome, so relaxed and for the briefest of moments you forgot your assignment, wanting nothing more than to just climb in and cuddle up to him, feeling his warmth and softness.
You'd felt it all night, sleep evading you and your eventual dreams disturbed, the sense of something bad occurring pulling at the edge of your mind like a summoning charm. You'd felt the unease, the disquiet all night but couldn't sense anything beyond that, with no details making theirselves known, no visions of what lay ahead beyond the general sense of impending doom.
"Freddie!" You say a little louder, giving him a harder shake, watching as he stirs and eventually opens his eyes, immediately squinting at the light your wand is emitting. "Get up, it's important." You hoped that your blunt tone was enough to drag him out of his slumber and shuffled off towards George's bed where to attempted to wake him too.
"George," you say, giving him a harsh nudge on his shoulder, knowing that he'd be sleeping much deeper than Fred ever did. "George wake up!"
He groans, throwing his arm over his face but you don't pay him any mind, reaching for his dressing gown on the chair beside him and throwing it directly at his face.
"What's happening?" Fred groans, voice deep and thick with sleep.
"Dumbledore's called for us, McGonagall's getting Ginny, somethings happened."
He was out of bed in a flash, recognising your tone of voice enough to know that you were far from joking. George took a bit more corralling but he was quickly roused as you walked out of their dorm, followed closely by both twins who were every inch as disheveled physically as you felt internally. You met Ginny and Professor McGonagall at the top of the stairs and walked quickly and silently behind her, allowing Ginny to walk ahead with her brothers.
"There's been an... incident," McGonagall says, her words carefully considered to give little away of the situation, another ominous sign. "Your father has been injured, though we don't know how serious it is at this time. Professor Dumbledore is doing all he can with Potter's guidance."
"Harry? What's he got to do with this?" Ginny asks quickly, naturally hanging on every word that the professor said. She looked frightened and you could hardly blame her, considering the news. The twins remained uncharacteristically quiet as you walked quickly through the corridors until you were outside the headmasters office.
"Fizzing whizbee."
McGonagall turns to Ginny, casting a glance to the rest of you out of curtesy as the spiralling staircase presents itself at the correct password.
"It appears Mr Potter saw the attack take place."
"We've located your father and he's been taken to St Mungo's Hospital for maladies and Injuries. I'll be sending you all to Sirius' house, it's much more convenient than the Burrow. You'll be meeting your mother there," Dumbledore explains. At the mention of your father, your eyes shoot up to Dumbledore and it suddenly becomes clear why you have been sent for in addition to the Weasley family. Your dad, the safe house, the order of the Phoenix. Arthur must have been injured during Order business.
"How are we going?" Fred asks, his voice sounding as sullen as his face. He sounds unnerved, shaken, and you fight the natural instinct to reach for his hand. "Floo powder?"
"No." Dumbledore says with a slightly shake of his head, "the Floo Network is being watched. You will be taking a Portkey,"
He indicates to an old kettle lying innocently on his desk, the inanimate object having missed your notice upon entering. "We are waiting for Phineas Nigellus to report back... I want to be sure that the coast is clear before sending you on your way."
His gaze slips to you upon mention of your great-great-great grandfather but you avert your eyes, hardly knowing your place in that moment. Usually you had no trouble expressing your opinion, regardless of the situation, but right now you felt the best thing was to stay quiet and offer a supportive presence.
You thought of your own father, the both of you having spent so long forced apart and of his current predicament, essentially forced under house arrest by the Order. It was safer that way, but your heart still ached for how lonely he would be. You felt conflicted and impossibly guilty at the slight excitement you felt at seeing your dad again in respect of what your boyfriend and the others would be feeling at their own father's fate. Mr Weasley had been a surrogate dad to you whilst your own father was locked away and had been a constant presence in your life, making you feel even guiltier for the hopeful feeling you had about your own dad.
Your eyes suddenly whip around to the flash of a flame from the centre of the office, watching as a golden feather emerges from the combustion, your eyes trailing it downwards as it floats right to the floor.
'"Fawkes's warning," Dumbledore half-explains, eyes flickering between the golden feather and then towards McGonagall.
"Professor Umbridge must know you're out of your beds. Minerva, go and head her off - tell her any story."
Professor McGonagall was gone within seconds, her messy braid whipping behind her as she exits the office in a flash.
"He says he'll be delighted," an all too familiar voice suddenly says in a grumbling, bored voice. Your eyes trail up to the portrait of your ancestor, the Slytherin banner proudly waving behind him, his face as sour as you remember.
"My great-great-grandson has always had an odd taste in house-guests," he adds with a particular distaste before his eyes meet yours for only a moment, recognising instantly who you are. "As does his daughter."
"What a lovely reunion," you snark, fighting back a roll of your eyes as the familiar anger simmers deep in your gut at his choice of words, not even bothering to conceal the archaic values of your ancestors that belong in the past with them.
"You have all used a Portkey before?" asks Dumbledore, waiting for confirmation from you all as you huddle around the old black teapot, each of you nervous for different reasons of what will be waiting for you on the other side.
"Good. On the count of three then... one... two..."
"Back again, the blood-traitor brats. Is it true their father's dying?" You barely had time to register the creaky voice, never mind distinguish his words as you recovered from the nausea of travelling by portkey. Your stomach still felt tingly, the pulling sensation behind your navel and the wind ringing past your ears as you trapsed through space and time was never a comfortable feeling, having ended up in your dad's gloomy kitchen only moments later.
"Mistress Black returns with her blood traitor friends." You're about to curse into the horrible little elf when you hear a second voice shout loudly from the sidelines, rendering you speechless.
'OUT!'
Fred from beside you helps you up, knowing even in his time of need that Portkey travel did not agree with you and gives you a little nudge towards where your dad leans on the doorframe awaiting your arrival.
"Dad!" You scrambled, running off to hug your father who welcomed you with open arms, chuckling heartily as you barged into him with a slam. You felt awful doing this in front of the Weasley children but you'd allow this for yourself now and apologise later. You looked over your dads shoulder through the wild brown ringlets of his hair and saw that a single place had been set at the table, with a single lit candle and the remains of a solitary supper that made your heart clench. He smelt like stale drink, your stomach roiling nervously at the thought. Was that how he was occupying himself?
You suddenly pulled away, knowing that it wasn't the right time for a long, drawn out reunion and stepped back in line, in between Fred and George.
"What's going on?" He asks, turning to look upon the Weasley siblings. "Phineas Nigellus said Arthur's been badly injured —"
"Ask Harry," says Fred, particularly bluntly, no doubt frustrated that he wasn't getting a solid answer. You watch as your dad turns to Harry, pulling him into a warm embrace, trying to get him to open up.
"Yeah, I want to hear this for myself," adds George.
"It was, I had a - a kind of - vision," he stutters, beginning to explain the vision in great detail. Throughout the retelling, you have to stop yourself for reaching out for Fred's hand multiple times, knowing that you can't in front of everyone.
"Is Mum here?" Fred asks, turning to your dad once Harry had explained everything. You watch as George's face fills with dread, apparently having not realised up to now that she wasn't present amongst you.
"She probably doesn't even know what's happened yet," explains your dad. "The important thing was to get you away before Umbridge could interfere. I expect Dumbledores letting Molly know now."
"We've got to go to St Mungo's," says Ginny with a sense of urgency. You watch as she pauses, looking around all of you who are still dressed in your nightwear having been ripped from your beds not an hour before. 'Sirius, can you lend us cloaks or anything? Y/n?"
"Hang on, you can't go tearing off to St Mungo's!" Your dad says suddenly, eyes ablaze as if he's personally affronted by the suggestion. Your mouth opens immediately to protest but Fred manages to find the words first, his face stern.
"Course we can go to St Mungo's if we want, he's our dad!'" You can see how physically tense he's gotten, not taking very well to being told no by someone he didn't see as an authoritative figure, even if it was his girlfriend's dad.
"And how are you going to explain how you knew Arthur was attacked before the hospital even let his wife know?"
"What does that matter?" Adds George hotly, clearly thinking along the same lines as Fred, outraged at your dad's block.
"It matters because we don't want to draw attention to the fact that Harry is having visions of things that are happening hundreds of miles away!" Your dad replies angrily. "Have you any idea what the Ministry would make of that information?"
You reach out suddenly for Fred's hand, trying to ground him. The physical contact seems to pull him back to earth, preventing him from saying something he'd inevitably regret... or maybe not knowing Fred.
Ginny instead tries to offer alternatives in a much more grounded way, "Somebody else could have told us... we could have heard it somewhere other than Harry."
"Like who?" Your dad says impatiently with a sigh. "Listen, your dad's been hurt while on duty for the Order and the circumstances are fishy enough without his children knowing about it seconds after it happened, you could seriously damage the Order's-"
"We don't care about the dumb Order!'" Fred shouts, breaking away from your grip, as if it was holding him back. You're suddenly acutely aware that you are stuck in this awkward position, trapped between your dad and your secret boyfriend, hardly able to say anything to diffuse the situation. Your mouth physically hurts as you bite the inside of your cheek, finding it near impossible to keep out of it.
"It's our dad dying we're talking about!" George yells, mere seconds later.
"Your father knew what he was getting into and he won't thank you for messing things up for the Order!" Your dad replies with as much force as he was receiving, "This is how it is - this is why you're not in the Order - you don't understand - there are things worth dying for!'
You're a second away from physically pulling Fred away, knowing that whatever the next words would be that came out of his mouth, they'd be harsh and venom-filled.
"Easy for you to say, stuck here!' bellows Fred. "I don't see you risking your neck!"
You watch in horror as your dad pales, the look in his eyes darkening and you know in that moment that he'd quite like to hit Fred, something you would not be allowing. You'd been quiet too long, allowed them both to get out their frustrations but you'd had enough of that. You wouldn't choose sides, wouldn't force either of them to comply or get along but for your sake you hoped they could at least be cordial. You'd take the brunt of their frustrations if you had to, just to diffuse the situation.
"Right that's enough," you say, finding the words escaping you before you could really think about what you're saying. "Dad get the kettle on," you say with a nod of your head, a small and very false smile playing on your lips. You turn to the twins, names Fred who looks positively mutinous, trying a much softer approach on them. You know if you reach for Fred right now he'll reject you and you couldn't deal with that so you fold your arms over your chest, looking up towards the towering twins.
"We need to wait for your mum, we'll all set up in the lounge to wait or Gin you can have my bedroom if you want," you offer, casting a glance at the youngest Weasley who looks sullen, shaking her head slightly, as you expected. "Just wait to hear from your mum and then we'll work out our next move okay?"
Fred doesn't relent as easy as George who nods after a few moments in understanding. Instead, Fred is still shooting daggers at your dad over your shoulder and you sigh, knowing he's stubborn as a mule. A few tense moments pass and you watch as his eyes suddenly flicker to yours and soften considerably before he nods in agreement.
"No milk," your dad says suddenly from behind, a look on his face somewhere between disgust and shame.
"Right, butterbeer it is then," you say, trying to redeem the situation, "it's in my bedroom." You shoot a look to your dad, knowing you can't do magic here and you were hardly ready to leave Fred and your dad alone again.
"Accio Butterbeer!" Your dad says, taking the lead. Immediately the bottles of butterbeer float across the room and your dad placed them into the table as you reach and distribute the drinks.
You all take your seats in the lounge surrounding the fire that had dwindled slightly since your arrival but with a single flick of his wand, your dad refreshes it.
Ginny takes the old armchair closest to the fire and curls herself up within it.
Harry and Ron take the two seater, the most uncomfortable seat you'd ever had the displeasure of experiencing and you watch with a barely concealed grin as Ron's face immediately conveys his regret as he takes a seat upon the torture device. You reach for a cushion and throw it towards him; hitting him square in the face but for once he doesn't care but instead smiles thankfully for the cushion, not that it would do much. George throws himself down into the sofa closest to Ginny's chair and Fred follows not far behind. You stay standing, feeling suddenly uncomfortable at intruding and begin to back away from the room until the fire suddenly crackles dangerously. There's a burst of light and you frown, hearing the round of gasps as a scroll of parchment flies out, accompanied by a familiar feather.
"Fawkes!" Your dad says, quickly marching into the room at the sudden disturbance, snatching up the parchment and pulling it close to his face. "That's not Dumbledore's writing - it must be a message from your mother - here."
He thrusts the letter into George's hand, who had jumped up anxiously at the sudden intrusion. George then ripped it open and read aloud for everyone to hear.
"Dad is still alive. I am setting out for St Mungo's now. Stay where you are. I will send news as soon as I can. Mum."
There's a dead silence that follows Molly's communication, each of you thinking the same thing.
"Still alive..." George says slowly. "But that makes it sound..."
Fred pulls the parchment out of George's hands and read it for himself, then looks up at Harry for a moment, before he looks back to the parchment.
"You should all go to bed and deal with it properly in the morning," your dad suggests and before you can deal with the inevitable onslaught from the Weasley kids, you pull your dad away back into the kitchen, feeling the hot stare of Fred burning a hole in your back.
"They're worried about their dad," you say, keeping your voice down so that they wouldn't hear you. "We'll just hole up in the lounge for the night."
"Y/n," your dad sighs but for some reason his attempt to disagree with you seems to anger you instantly.
"What would you do? Just go to bed and pretend nothings wrong?"
"Well I didn't care very much for my father," your dad begins to snark, forcing you to roll your eyes.
"Right, so maybe just pretend you can imagine what they're going through and just accept that they're hurting and need each other right now."
Your dad's eyes widen a little at your outburst but you don't back down, "you don't have to host us, go to bed if that's what you're concerned about, or back to your drink."
"Y/n Black!" Your father shouts but you don't flinch, knowing that you'd simply touched a nerve.
"I care about every single one of them in there, is it not just enough that I want them not to hurt? I care about Arthur too! Can you simply not understand that some people might actually be horrified at the thought of their father dying?"
His eye twitches at your words and you can tell he's considering the possible hidden meanings behind your words.
"Perhaps you care a little more for one of them," he snarks, unable to hold himself back. You see red immediately, only to be fuelled by your dad's following words. "Seems that you've absorbed his anger."
"He's not angry he's terrified!" You can't help it, the volume of your voice raising to match his. "Anyone would be in their situation! I'm sorry we're such a burden to you but the second we hear from Molly we'll be at St Mungo's out of your way."
"I didn't mean."
"No you never do," you say, averting your eyes and turning your body to walk back to the lounge.
"Y/n," your dad says, his tone suddenly back to normal if not sounding a little bit regretful. You sigh, tired and on edge, wanting nothing more than to just sit with your boyfriend and friends.
"You're a good friend to them," he says, trying to find words for the situation. Your nod slowly, the anger fading now as exhaustion washes over you.
"They're all I've had for a long time," you say, trying to avoid the sensitive topic of his imprisonment. "You're right about caring for them, and Fred above most. You're just seeing him on a bad night," you pause. "You know him and George stole the Marauders map from Filch's office in our first year?”
You watch as your dad's eyes light up in surprise, apparently never having been told this particular story.
"If you gave him a chance, on any normal day, I'm certain you'd love him."
"Do you?" Your dad asks gently, big brown eyes imploring your own. You frown, casting a look to the closed door that stood between you and the lounge, as if you'd see Fred through it.
You nod, getting more assured with every gentle movement of your head.
"I should get back," you say quietly, immediately feeling regret at the raised voices, not having expected your reunion to go like this.
When you step into the lounge, it's obvious that they had heard everything, though they all attempt to divert their eyes and look away to avoid making it too obvious but fail miserably. Fred's hand beckons you over and he pulls you into his lap, your head immediately resting on his shoulder, ignoring the shocked looks from Ron at the outward affection.
"Don't say anything," you whisper, looking at the flames of the fire instead of his face.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Fred says gently, making you look towards his face, seeing his tired eyes and the tiny hint of a smile upon his face.
"You're comfy," you say, pressing your head into the curve of his shoulder and you can feel the movement of his little chuckle. Arthur stays at the forefront of your mind and you're certain that there's not a moment he's forgotten amongst his children as you look at them throughout the night.
At some point Fred falls asleep, his breathing evening out as his head lolls onto your shoulder with the new position. His hand is entwined with yours, acting like an anchor so he wouldn't float away with his spiralling thoughts, your legs resting over his much longer ones. George is asleep the other side of Fred, emitting quiet snores and jerking every now and then. Ginny doesn't sleep, you can see the reflection of the flames in her eyes as she stares blankly into nothing and you're unable to tell if Ron is asleep due to his head being in his hands, slumped over. You settle down, snuggling into Fred as the tiredness overtakes you and you hope that when you wake there will be better news.
You don't see or hear your dad step into the room an hour later, pausing as he looks upon his daughter cuddling up to who he assumes is her boyfriend. Instead of being angry or protective as he expected to feel, he feels a sense of calm as seeing her look peaceful in her sleep. He may not have had the best interaction with the Weasley boy but he knows Arthur and Molly, they seemed incapable of raising a bad one
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