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pherelesytsia · 3 years ago

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Masterlist

Thomas Shelby

Mr LovermanThomas receives a call and imagines the worst.

Forgotten DinnerSunday dinner was always important to Y/N, but the night ends differently after Thomas arrives over five hours too late.(+18) Whisper of a loving Heart Thomas Shelby was always drawn to Y/N, but never found the courage to invite her to dinner but when a man dances with her he can no longer stay in the background.

Safe and SoundThomas Shelby never found time to spend a day with his wife and daughter, but one day he stays home.

Bloodbath At his daughter’s 18th birthday Thomas is not enjoying the attention his daughter is receiving from the male guests but his wife can calm him down before the feast can end in a bloodbath. Burn little witchThomas Shelby, a knight on a hunt for a witch finds his horse under the care of a woman living in the cottage instead of a wicked creature and slowly falls in love with her.

PART ONE

Fool of a Man After a fight, Thomas comes home.(+18)

Feast for Eyes Thomas comes after a long day home.(+18)

Love my tender,Y/N´s parents find out their daughter is dating Thomas Shelby.

Ragging Oceans Thomas finds his girlfriend crying by the cliffs.

Lovelier than a Dream Lazy mornings are not common in the Shelby household, but one spring morning, Thomas cannot find the motivation to get dressed.

How did you know? Y/N always had special abilities, saw the future of her family but one day after John nearly faced death, Thomas demands answers.

Stars were falling, Thomas and Y/N are stargazing and lose themselves in the beauty of the night.

Bleeding Heart Y/N takes care of Thomas after he was shot.

Forbidden Fruit Alfie Solomons finds out his younger sister is dating Thomas Shelby and forbids her to see him ever again, but his words cannot scare her.

Love me series

As Thomas Shelby hears Y/N´s parents are searching for a suitable husband for their child Y/N faces a loveless marriage she hoped to never encounter, but slowly the cold walls crumble as the scent of spring is dancing over the meadows.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Spencer Reid

One Shots

Sleeping Beauty After a long day, Spencer returns home to find his pregnant wife sleeping on the sofa.

Uncharted PathsAfter a romantic dinner in the flat and the proposal, Spencer and Y/N find themselves in the bedroom. (+18)

Heal Me You arrive stressed, exhausted and late from work and are surprised by a cooking Spencer.

Not Bulletproof After an encounter with her past Spencer has to help Y/N through a panic attack.

Written in the Stars Y/N felt asleep during the long drive home from the airport and Spencer is there to take care of her.

Breakfast in Bed Y/N and Spencer have their first day off after long weeks of work and decide to stay in bed.

Feeling Faint Spencer finds you passed out on the ground after you didn’t answer his calls.

Blind Date JJ couldn’t bear to watch Spencer go through life on his own anymore, so she decided to introduce him to one of her friends.

Anchor Spencer returns home and finds his girlfriend in the bathtub. (+18)

Cold winter days The heater is broken, but your boyfriend knows a way to get you warm.(+18)

First Kick Spencer decors the nursery room for his first-born daughter.

Read me to Sleep Spencer takes care of his children.

Fear of the Water, Spencer finds out that his girlfriend is a single mother.

Duties of a loving boyfriend As Y/N doesn’t arrive at the office, her concerned boyfriend takes care of her.

Breakfast at Spencer’s After days and nights spent with renovating the new home, Spencer surprises his girlfriend with breakfast in bed.

Meet me in the woods Spencer invites his girlfriend to a lovely picnic.

Period PainSpencer helps his girlfriend through her period.

You’re are good enough After Spencer heard you don’t think you’re good enough, he has to show how much he loves you. (+18)

Dean Winchester

Love me, Y/N returns crying from a date and is met by Dean, who she thought would be at a bar.

Never leave me, A hunt for vampires goes wrong and Dean has to find Y/N before it is too late.

Unloveable Dean lets his girlfriend know how much he loves her after she recieved comments about her body.

Bucky Barnes

Winds of Winter Bucky has to save his girlfriend from Hydra’s claws before it´s too late.

Dance with me, Bucky Barnes falls for an unknown beautiful woman.

Scent of Home Bucky attended one of Tony´s parties and returns to his small family.

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fortisfilia · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

Drabbles, Headcanons, Prompts, Text messages HERE.

Tom Riddle:

Series:

Promised: Masterpost

Promised & Kept: Masterpost (sequel to Promised)

Remus Lupin:

Oneshots:

Portraits

Sirius Black:

Oneshots:

Troublemaker

Life Experience

A Walk Through The Woods

Tell me Something

Series:

The One: Masterpost

You've Changed: Masterpost

Somnium: Masterpost

James Potter:

Series:

The One: Masterpost

Summer Stay: Masterpost

Against The Odds: Masterpost

Draco Malfoy:

Oneshots:

Gin, Ice and Everything Nice

Fred Weasley:

Series:

Fake It Till You Make It: Masterpost

Dean Thomas:

Oneshots:

When I see You again

Cedric Diggory:

Oneshots:

Sunday Morning, Rain Is Falling

Frank Castle (The Punisher):

Breach

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mytheoristavenue · 3 years ago

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Content is probably gonna slow down for a few days! I will still be posting the way I have been with queing mass posts at once, but I will most likely slow down to predominantly incorrect quotes and maybe hcs here and there. I have run out of oneshots to move from Wattpad to here, so I need to write more, but this and next week are going to be pretty busy for my irl, so it'll be a slow go on generating new content.

#mha x reader #mha #headcanon #x reader #my hero academia #hanta sero #reader insert #ojiro mashirao #sero x reader #tf2 #fnaf headcanons #harry potter and the goblet of fire #harry potter #nevile longbottom x reader #dean thomas #ginny weasley #luna lovegood

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limerenze · 4 years ago

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not my birthday - dean thomas

[Dean Thomas x Reader] & [Harry Potter x Platonic!Reader]

masterlist

Summary; y/n tries to convince Dean and a not-so-unlikely ally to go with her to buy an ice cream cake

Word Count; 1.4k

A/N; this was supposed to be a blurb but it got a little long, so ill probably write a second part of them actually getting the cake also i don’t know how gringotts money converts into muggle money but i used this currency converter so it’s based on that!

i used this prompt generator !!

Warnings: fluff, lots of dialogue, unedited

Date Written: February 3, 2021

*** don’t let the gifs fool you, this is set around ootp/hbp

“This is ridiculous” Dean moaned, trailing behind y/n one Saturday afternoon.

“Stop whining! And stop dragging your feet!” she scolded like a mother to her child.

“He has better things to do!” he argues, still, by every definition- whining.

“What’s better than helping us!” she said with a smile, throwing her arms in the air and not looking back at him.

“y/n! I really think we should leave him alo-”

“Harry!” y/n cut off Dean when she caught a glimpse of Harry.

Harry looked towards the two and turned to walk toward him, distracting him from where he was headed.

“Just the chap I was looking for” she swung her arm over his shoulders and walked with him, in no particular direction. Dean sighed exasperatedly, still dragging his feet behind the two.

Harry was just happy to have a distraction. He couldn’t handle worrying anymore and he couldn’t handle any more pressure. He needed a break, and he knew y/n would never put another thing on his shoulders to worry about, especially because shes been right there beside him through everything else.

“What can I do for you two,” he said with a quirk of his eyebrow, he glanced back to Dean for a second to acknowledge him.

Dean mouthed a fast “I’m sorry” and put his hands up, palms to harry in defence.

“You know how you love me and I’m the best friend you’ve ever had and for some reason, you also like my crybaby boyfriend who is never on board with any of my brilliant ideas?” she said, exaggerating the situation.

“Hey! I’m here aren’t I?” Dean said defensively, and slightly offended.

“Only because I dragged you to come with me! When he says yes you’re not getting a single bite!” she bickered back, turning her attention back to Harry. Dean opened his mouth to bicker back but Harry beat him to it.

“Bite of what?” he asked, if he wasn’t intrigued before he definitely was now.

“Have you ever had, ice cream cake?” she smiled mischievously.

Harry glanced at Dean for a second.

“Hey mate, don’t look at me, I got nothing to do with this,” he said and motioned towards his girlfriend.

“Well, I spent the first 11 years of my life living under the stairs where I would get less food as a punishment. So no. Although! one time my aunt gave me a dry, stale piece of lemon loaf that she forgot to put away the night before.” he said sarcastically.

“Always with the sob story, huh Potter?” she smiled, teasing Harry. He smiled and shook his head.

“So why do you want to know if I’ve ever had an ice cream cake?” he asked, stopping and standing in front of him, Dean finally caught up with them and stood next to Harry, also facing y/n.

“Because! I called Florean Fortescue’s and I asked him if he would make an ice cream cake and he said yes but he wants ten galleons and eight sickles for it! Can you believe that!” she shouted in the hallway, again- throwing her arms up in the air for the dramatics.

“Plus its deans birthday!” she added

“It’s not my birthday” Dean scrunched his nose and shook his head, not even looking at her.

“Its Dean’s half birthday!” she tried again.

“That’s not a thing and even if it was, it would be in July! Its February, love” he said, gently and teasingly.

“Its Harry’s birthday!” she shot back at him, forgetting Harry was standing there.

“Oh! Nice try! Harrys birthday is in July!” he laughed.

“Neville?

“Day before Harry’s”

“Hermione?”

“September 19th”

“Ron?”

“March 1st”

“Seamus?”

“June 27th”

“The twins?”

“April 1st”

“Mine.?” she tried, running out of people. Dean scoffed.

“May 8th”

“Draco?”

He was taken aback by that one, he didn’t know Draco’s birthday. Because, why would he? Harry watched as Dean listed off half of Gryffindor House’s birthdays.

“HA!” she pointed at Dean and turned back to Harry, who was smiling like a student who just received straight A’s. “So, anyways. I was thinking. What if I had an amazing, perfect, smart, kind, attractive, dashing-” she was going to keep going but Dean interrupted

“-rich!”

Y/n moved to hit him with her book and he cowered away laughing.

“Shut up! An amazing, perfect, smart, kind, attractive, dashing and loaded! As I was going to say-”

“Loaded is literally another word for rich” dean spoke over her. “A ruder word for rich, actually!”

“-Harry help me buy this ice cream cake! Please!!” she begged.

Harry found this very amusing, he watched his friends bicker back and forth mindlessly. They did this a lot. He thinks it’s their way of flirting.

He got Ron to try it on Hermione once but she just got annoyed and walked away.

Truth is, Harry could buy a 10 galleon and 8 sickle ice cream cake from Fortescue’s for everyone in Hogwarts if he wanted to. He figured that y/n wasn’t lying. He did love y/n and dean as well, they were great friends who always had his back. And they never asked him for anything. He could tell she just really, really wanted an ice cream cake.

He also really wanted an ice cream cake.

“Okay,” Harry agreed and shrugged it off like it was nothing.

“Really?” y/n gasped with a smile on her face. Harry nodded.

Y/n squealed in happiness, she jumped in place and wrapped her arms around Harry.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!!” she said into his shoulder.

Dean covered his mouth, trying not to laugh at how easy she is to please.

“Shall we go then?” Harry suggested, pointing toward the exit of Hogwarts.

“Oh yeah. About that.” she laughed.

“We need to get Dumbledore’s permission to leave the grounds,” Dean told Harry, Harry sighed and looked over at y/n.

“Please! If you’re there he will say yes!” she pleaded him.

“Was this whole plan based on me saying yes?” Harry laughed, Y/n and Dean nodded. “Alright let’s go” and he turned away from the exit of Hogwarts, and towards the headmaster’s office.

y/n squealed silently, grabbing Dean’s hand and squeezing it too hard in excitement. She walked with him this time, trailing behind harry as dean had been trailing behind her just earlier.

“You are so lucky that I love you” he whispered looking down at her.

She brought his hand up to her mouth and kissed it lightly. As the two approached the big doors of dumbledore’s office. Dean and Y/n stood a few feet behind Harry, they looked like children.

“Harry! Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Thomas. How are you all?” he asked, moving aside to let them in. Harry shook his head quickly, y/n and dean gave him a small wave and smile.

“Hello Professor, we cant stay actually we were just here in hopes that you would grant permission for us to go out for the day?” Harry asked politely. Dumbledore listened intently and nodded his head along.

“Just the three of you?” he asked, y/n was hopeful that he would say yes.

“Yes sir, just the three of us” Harry nodded

“We can leave Dean behind!” y/n chimed in and Dean shoved her with his shoulder, Dumbledore looked at her and almost laughed.

“May I ask where you will be going?” he said walking in his office and grabbing a piece of parchment, scribbling some writing onto it with a quill.

“Diagon Alley, sir,” Harry told him with confidence. y/n assumed that dumbledore had already decided to let them go and he was writing their permission slip.

“Ah, and what do you need at Diagon Alley? Surely it must be important if you need to take a Saturday day trip” He asked again, handing harry the parchment.

“We are headed to Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour. Y/n placed a cake order for our friend, Luna’s early birthday and we were hoping to go pick it up” Harry said casually, lying through his teeth. He handed the note to Dean- who, along with y/n was struggling to keep a straight face.

They looked at the note and it read:

“Harry Potter, Dean Thomas and Y/N Y/L/N have my permission to leave the schools grounds for the day, should they be back after curfew- kindly excuse them and allow them to head to their common rooms.”

It was dated and signed at the bottom.

After Dumbledore told the trio to wish Luna a happy early birthday on his behalf, he excused them.

“We so owe Luna a piece of this cake” Dean laughed as they headed out.

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ickle-ronniekins · 5 years ago

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to have and to hold

request from nonnie: Hey I'm 17 and still sleep with stuffed animals.... can you write something where George finds out and teases you about it? I know I'm a bit weird but I cuddle in my sleep so it's hoard stuffed animals or kidnap my cat (dangerous).

word count: 3.3k

pairing: george x reader

A/N: y’all i love this—totally nothing wrong with sleeping with stuffed animals, THEY’RE SO CUDDLY! and that’s what they’re for! thank you for reading and requesting, i’m so grateful for you all, and in case anyone’s wondering, i’m still irrevocably head over heels for these silly boys. also the title’s a tad misleading but there’s no marriage in this but it’s definitely all FLUFF because i’m a dork

tag list: @mintlibri @georgeweasleyx @seppys-return-to-madness @fopdoodledane @fredd-weasley @iprobablyshipit91 @darling-details @laneygthememequeen @lupinsx @keoghans @helloallthethingsilove @bobduncanlover @dreamer821 | message me if you’d like to be added darlings!

The Sorting Hat cries Ravenclaw! as a young, brown haired girl jumps from the stool and gleefully makes her way over to her respective House table.

Everyone begins to clap, and although he doesn’t feel much like it, George does too.

He’s a bit taken aback when you say to him suddenly, “I can’t believe that was us only a few short years ago.”

Just a few months ago, it seemed as though your seventh and final year at Hogwarts was still a long while away. It couldn’t be creeping up that quickly, could it? You both met only six years ago in Transfiguration, but it feels like a lifetime. George grins at the memory. But now, sitting and watching the newest first years get placed into their Houses, he’s feeling the nerves of the finality of it all—even though you’re not there yet. Not exactly.

“Strange, isn’t it?” he asks you, watching another student jump up excitedly and run to the Hufflepuff table. More claps ensue. “There’s no way this is our last year here, right? We must be dreaming, or something.”

A small smile tugs at the edges of your lips, and George feels his insides go warm. “Of course,” you reply, “we’re dreaming.”

“Would you two quit being so melancholy?” Fred takes you by surprise when he kicks both of you underneath the table. “It’s our final year! It’s exciting! We’ve got loads of mischief planned, Y/N, and we expect your help.”

You roll your eyes. “There’s absolutely no way I’m going to be able to get out of this, is there?”

The twins smile and chorus together, “Nope.” before diving head first into the feast that’s just appeared in front of you all.

“Ah well—it is exciting, isn’t it? We’ve got a lot to look forward to!” you tell them, cutting into the piece of chicken on your plate, “and besides.. with whatever you two have planned? I reckon I’m bound for some type of adventure. Things could be worse, right?”

Just then, a sickeningly sinister giggle emits from the front of the Great Hall; the three of you look at a woman dressed in all pink, whose face resembles that of an old toad, chatting animatedly with Dumbledore who’s looking positively woebegone.

“Ugh,” you say, looking back and forth between the twins, “maybe I’ve spoken too soon.”

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You’re tiptoeing next to George in the middle of the corridor; you keep whirling around to check if anyone’s behind you. Months, you’ve been doing this. He can’t help but grin at your flustered state. “D’you really think this is a good idea?” you ask him stealthily as the two of you meander throughout the castle halls.

“Of course,” he replies, squeezing your hand. But inside, he’s just not entirely sure. By the sounds of what Harry’s said, getting detention with Umbridge is no walk in the park. He turns back to you and continues, “Don’t worry—Harry knows what he’s doing. Plus, we haven’t been caught yet, have we?” He jabs you in the ribs and teases you, “Where’s that sense of adventure we so admire? Oi, here’s Fred and Ginny.”

Just then, the two Weasley siblings round the bend and quite literally bump into you both. Fred says quietly, “Merlin help me—I can’t ever remember where this bloody room is,”

“Seventh floor, across from the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy,” you reply in a lowered voice, your eyes shifting across the corridors, “so you’ve got a flew floors to go, Freddie.”

Both he and George laugh; Fred continues, “You’d think after months of going to these meetings, I’d remember where it is?”

“Why am I not surprised?” Ginny elbows Fred, teasing him slightly. “C’mon then, let’s go—looks like the coast is clear,”

The four of you make your way up two more flights of steps, sneak past the tapestry, and finally find yourselves inside the Room of Requirement.

It’s an easy lesson today; with the impending Christmas holidays, everyone is in quite a chipper mood—the Room of Requirement has a light, airy feel to it, and everyone seems to be doing their best at all of the defensive magic Harry’s taught so far—even Neville! When he dismisses you for the day, noting that you probably won’t meet again until the New Year, a dramatic groan nearly shakes the room—it seems as though everyone wants to stay.

When you all land back in the common room and take a seat next to the fire, Fred immediately begins to market his and George’s products to a bunch of excited looking Gryffindors; to you, George just shrugs.

“Oh, that reminds me,” you begin, standing up from the couch and gesturing George toward the dormitory, “I think I’ve fixed that little issue with the Fever Fudge.”

George grins broadly; there’s not many people he and Fred trust with their products, but you? You’re basically a third owner. He stops short, though, at the stairs leading up to the girls dormitories. You shake your head and say, “No worry, most everyone’s gone home for the holidays already. Plus—I’ve already hoodwinked whatever spell the professors have cast.”

“So I won’t get caught, then?”

“Nah,” you reply, urging him forward, “I’m strangely brilliant at derailing bits of professional magic,”

He beams at you at this and follows up to the girls dormitory, leaving Fred with a room full of students eager to get their hands on all Weasley products.

It doesn’t look as different from the boys' dorms as he thinks; it’s pretty much the same setup, same four posters, similar looking curtains. He shrugs, thinking, Nothing to worry about, but when he notices you plop down on your bed, he suddenly feels his insides constrict. You pat the spot next to you and say, “Well c’mere, won’t you?”

He places himself down next to you, careful not to mess your very neat bedspread, while he watches you rummage through a bit of your trunk. “Ah—here we are,” you say brightly, pulling out the box of Fever Fudge you’d hidden so as not to be stolen, “good as new, Georgie. The fevers, now, should stop at the appropriate number we’ve discussed—they shouldn’t continue to spike as the evenings go on. Any problems, let me know!”

“You’re brilliant, truly,” he says, peering down at the box of his own inventions. “How did you get so bloody good at this?”

You smile sweetly at him and flip your hair, “Just got lucky, I suppose.”

He laughs and is about to head back downstairs, careful not to mess up anyone’s things, when he spots a little brown bear on your bed near your pillows. His lips curl into a grin, “Erm.. Y/N,” he begins, pointing to the stuffed bear, “what is that?”

Suddenly you jump onto your bed and try to secretly slip this tiny little animal behind all of your pillows. The rosy pink color of your cheeks is evident in the sunlight flooding the windows, “Erm—what’s what, George?”

He places the box of fever fudge down on the table next to your bed, and walks slowly over to you. With a mischievous grin on his face, he continues, “Don’t make me jump on you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“But I would.”

And as soon as he says it, he does it; he flops down dramatically, ruining your very tidy sheets. He begins to poke you in the ribs, a tickling of some sort, to try and get you to move. It seems to work, because he grabs the bear from behind your back and you both fall backwards, next to one another, laughing quite animatedly.

He waits with bated breath for you to explain yourself. “Shove off, Georgie,” you say, stealing the bear back from him, twirling it in your fingers and peering at it. You offer to continue, “My mum gave him to me when I was a baby. When I was born. A little ‘coming home’ gift, if you will.”

“You mean to tell me,” George begins, “that you’ve had this for seventeen years?”

You roll your eyes and stifle a bit of laughter. You roll off of the bed, stand up, and place the bear delicately into your trunk. You pull George into an upright position and say, “This conversation’s over. C’mon—let’s bring Fred the fixed Fever Fudge,”

“This conversation is certainly not over,” he teases.

“It’s a source of comfort, you git!” you reply, slapping him playfully across his chest.

“Comfort,” he echoes through a chuckle, “right. And he’s here now because.. you need comforting after a long Potions lesson with Snape?”

You slap him again as you both begin to laugh. “Yes,” you tell him straightforwardly, “and there’s nothing wrong with that. Sometimes, after a long day, I just need something to hug, to hold whilst I sleep, alright? Quit the teasing,”

Suddenly, the overwhelming urge to pull you into an embrace washes over George; he wants, more than anything, to just curl up with you on your bed right now, and to hug you for as long as you need. He’s about to do so, when you pull him by his hand and say, “Oh come on—can’t leave your brother waiting, can we?”

George can’t help himself; he just needs to tease you. Just a little bit more. He begins to tickle your waist when he calls in a sing-song voice down the stairs, “Oh, Freddie!”

You turn and grab his arms; even though he’s feeling rather mischievous, the butterflies are swirling around his stomach, as well. A sinister smirk tugs at the edges of your lips and he feels as though his entire body goes rigid when you wink at him, “Don’t you dare.”

— -

When Ginny enters the portrait hole, she’s surprised to see George slumped in an armchair and not with Fred, off creating some sort of chaotic mischief right underneath Umbridge’s nose.

“No pranks today?” she asks, sinking beside him on the couch.

“Reckon you didn’t see Angelina hanging all over Fred in the Great Hall, then?”

“Guess I must’ve missed it,” she rolls her eyes, and they both smile. “Speaking of—how are things going with Y/N?”

George is slightly taken back; he peers at Ginny with a confused expression and she just shakes her head at him. He knows that everyone else sees right through him, but he never expected his younger sister to bring it up. Guess he’s the type of bloke who wears his heart on his sleeve. “Erm, I mean—things are fine.”

“Things are most certainly not fine. Why haven’t you told her?”

George has been preparing for this—whether it was to come from a sibling or a friend—he knew, down the line, someone would question him as to why you two aren’t together. He slumps back into the couch and twirls his wand in both his hands. “Well—‘cause, we’re leaving soon, aren’t we? Fred and me. Just doesn’t make sense at this point.” He sinks a little lower, and his face turns sullen. “I’ve missed my chance. It’s too late, Gin.”

Just then, you pop inside with Dean and Seamus, giggling animatedly about some silly joke one of them made, and you raise your hand to George and Ginny before quickly heading upstairs to the girls dormitory to change out of your uniforms. There’s a tug at George’s heart—if only he could sneak up there without anyone seeing.

“Hey,” Ginny snaps her fingers at him, interrupting his thoughts and bringing him out of his daydream-like state, “It’s never too late.”

“You think?”

Ginny raises her eyebrows when she notices you coming back down the stairs and making a b-line right toward them. Quietly, she tells him, “I reckon she’ll think the same.”

When you seat yourself down next to them and Ginny quickly changes the conversation, George can’t help but grin goofily at the bunny slippers you have on. You sit yourself comfortably on the couch next to him, cross your legs, and blow lightly on your steaming cup of tea while Ginny relays the story of her brilliant Bat Bogey hex in the last DA meeting to you. Each and every time you smile broadly, George can feel himself shifting closer and closer to you.

— -

“The devil incarnate, she is,” Ron tells his siblings darkly. He peers down at the top of his hand, running his fingers over his silky smooth skin, knowing exactly what is about to happen as the DA prepares for a detention with Umbridge.

Harry shakes his head and replies, “Just try not to think on it all too much. It’ll be over before we know it.” He’s still looking on edge, sleep deprived. The whispers of other members can be heard slightly as Umbridge makes her way down the corridors.

“How is this even legal?”

“Where’s Professor Dumbledore? She can’t possibly get away with this.”

The Great Hall is darker than normal; the hour and a half spent there is some of the most draining George has felt in his entire life. It’s as if the writing alone is setting his soul on fire. Or, perhaps, is it the weak smile and look of pure anguish you give him from a few rows over? He can’t help but feel extremely protective, and he’s shooting daggers at Umbridge each and every chance he gets.

When you’re all finally released, Umbridge giggles in a mocking, satisfied tone. She makes her way back to her office as all of the members of the DA walk begrudgingly back to their common rooms, completely ignoring the apologies of Marietta Edgecombe, who, by the looks of it, is now regretting her decision of giving up the DA to Umbridge.

The Gryffindor common is filled with students looking positively sullen, almost each and every one of them running their fingers over their red, raw, and bloodied hands. George hops through the portrait hole and notices you in the corner, talking animatedly with Ginny and Fred.

“I swear,” Fred’s saying as George sits himself down next to you, “she’s barking mad.”

“You’d think she’d end up in Azkaban after pulling a stunt like this,” you agree, tracing the outline of the cuts on your hand with your finger, “but I reckon she can get away with anything.”

“I reckon you’re right,” George says, leaning his arms on his knees. He takes a deep breath and opts to continue, “how could she possibly get away with something like this?”

Ginny offers, “It’s the bloody Ministry.”

There’s a collective groan from all of you. Ginny shakes her head and continues, “Mum and Dad are going to go wild, you know; this isn’t over. By the way, speaking of Mum and Dad—you two planning on telling them that you’re leaving in a few weeks time?”

George suddenly feels his heart stop. Next to him, you look frantically back and forth between him and Fred, a confused expression plastered across your face. Fred is shaking his head, Ginny’s cheeks are flooding with color, and George is dreading the next conversation.

“You’re—you’re leaving?” you ask, stunned. “When?”

“Gin, we only told you because you overheard us the other night,” Fred says through gritted teeth. Then, he softens and says to George, “but.. I reckon it’s maybe time we tell a few people, eh Georgie?”

“Oh no,” Ginny says sheepishly, looking down at the floor. But you just grin weakly at her as she pulls Fred to his feet and they make their way over to the other end of the common room, most likely to tell Ron of their plans. You hope Ginny isn’t feeling too guilty.

George swallows thickly and then begins, “I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry.”

You shake your head at his apology, “You don’t need to apologize to me.” You place your hand over his and wait with bated breath for him to tell you what’s going on. You smile broadly at him when he begins to explain.

“We’re, erm, heading out a bit early, you see,” George begins, his eyes shifting from yours to the floor, “we’ve got these grand plans for a business to open up—in Diagon Alley, actually.. sell our inventions. Reckon it could become quite successful if we market correctly—”

His heart is thundering against his rib cage, surely trying its best to escape his chest, and he’s nervous that you’re not going to approve, you’re going to be angry, you won’t ever talk to him again. But to his surprise, you throw your arms around him excitedly and pull him into a bone crushing hug. He’s relaxing in your arms as he listens to your squeals of delight, breathing in the scent of your hair, focusing on the way your body feels beneath his fingertips. And when you pull away from him and shake his shoulders slightly, with both a bright smile on your face and tears in your eyes, you tell him, “I’m so proud of you!”

You’re talking quickly, shaking your head admiringly, throwing your hands into the air and running them through your hair, chuckling lightly, blinking quickly to push back any tears rising to the surface, but he can’t even hear what you’re saying. All George can hear is the pounding in his ears from the steady beat of his own heart, and not before long, he’s laughing at your exasperated state and is leaning in to kiss you, pressing his lips gently to yours and melting into something that’s been building up for years and years. The tension and surprise is subsiding, and you’re playing absentmindedly with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and you’re both ignoring the annoying whistles from his siblings near the fireplace, and you’re quite certain that George is making a rather inappropriate hand gesture at them across the room for interrupting your moment.

When you two finally part, George grins broadly at you, his hands still shaking slightly due to the adrenaline rush and he asks you, not bothering to answer Fred’s whistles at all, “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?!” you cry out, still obviously rather electrified from both the news and the kiss, “No! I’m not mad.. how could I be? I’m so excited for you both. I hope you’ll know I’ll be coming round to visit all the time.”

“Well, you better,” he replies cheekily, pulling at the collar of your shirt. Then, “I’m really going to miss you these last few weeks.”

“I’ll miss you, too,” you reply breathlessly, and he now feels a tug at his heartstrings. He’s feeling nervous. Off balance. Do you still want to be with him after he leaves? Can you two survive on letters alone until after you graduate? “Do you, erm—I mean, I know I’m leaving, but—”

You cup his face in your hands, running your thumbs over the light stubble on his cheeks. A feeling of warmth overtakes him when you grin, peering into his yearning eyes, “We’ll make it work.”

He pulls you into his arms, and the calls from Fred and the others don’t seem to subside in the slightest. “We’re being summoned,” you tell George, leaning back against his chest. You pull out some of their inventions from your own pocket, things they’d given you early on; a pygmy puff, a screaming yo-yo, extendable ears, and more. You begin fiddling with them in your fingers and George grins against your shoulder.

“D’you want to go?”

You intertwine one of your hands in his. “Just hold me for a while first, would you?”

He giggles softly and wraps his arms tighter around you. Teasing begins to bubble up inside him and he can’t help it, he just has to say it. “Don’t you want to go and get your bear first?”

He expects the playful slap across his chest, he grins goofily when you begin to laugh, but what he doesn’t expect is what you say next. He’s practically putty in your hands when he pulls you closer and breaths in your scent when you reply,

“Reckon I don’t need it—I’ve got something else to hold, now.”

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ditch-witches · 5 years ago

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Through Sick and Thin (Dean-Charles Chapman Fluff)

requested: yes/no (Thank you all for your requests! We have a bunch set up to be posted this week! If y’all have any other ideas, send them our way :))

pairing: Dean-Charles Chapman x reader

warnings: fluffy stupid shit, like two(2) swear words oof

word count: 1,238

a/n: *insert crying cat reaction* I just had the flu. I needed this. Let me know what you thought! :)

Your alarm blared monotonically, echoing around the room. Dean groaned and rolled away from you, pulling the covers up around himself so only his nose peeked out from the fabrics. Your fist came down on the button and interrupted the shutter of noise, silence now filling the room. You felt groggier than usual but attempted to push the ache in your throat out of your mind, figuring you just needed coffee and a hot shower.

As the water squeaked on, you pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index finger, your head feeling ten times heavier than usual and your sinuses were completely clogged. It didn’t help that you looked just as horrible as you felt. The shower was not as rejuvenating as you had hoped, only making you now feel light-headed and sleepy. Opting out of makeup to match your attire, you shuffled downstairs rather slowly. “Fuck,” you murmured to yourself, realizing that what was living in your head was preparing to be one of the most annoying colds you could add to the list of stuff you had absolutely no time for.

Dean bustled around the kitchen, a welcomed sight as he poured you a cup of coffee and sent you a grin. “I thought you went back to bed?” You muttered, your voice coming out in a raspy whisper causing him to raise his eyebrows. You attempted to clear your throat as you sunk into one of the high-legged chairs, trying your best to hide how awful you felt. You knew that if you let on that you were sick, Dean would baby you and that’s the last thing you needed. Your fingers curled around the ceramic mug he sent your way, basking in the warmth it brought to you as you realized you were borderline shivering.

Dean eyed you before leaning against the counter. “I mean this with all the love in my heart, honestly,” you met his eyes and a grin crossed his face, “but you look like shit.”

“What a magnificent way to greet the woman you share a bed with,” you quipped back, your voice having more husk in it than his was proving to be your downfall. He sent you an almost excited smile, moving to lean over the counter in front of you. You sent him a puzzled look, resting your chin in your hand.

“You gonna call in sick so I can take care of you?” He moved his shoulders slightly, unable to hide his enjoyment due to the rarity of occasions like this. “It’ll be fun.”

You sighed. “Yeah and you’ll get sick and I’ll have to take more time off because you’re a baby when you get colds,” you nipped at him.

His grin grew wider. “I’ll saran wrap myself, pinky swear.” It didn’t help that while he was making his oath, he had moved around the bar separating the two of you to wrap his arms around you from over the back of your chair, pressing his cheek against your shoulder.

“No, I need to go,” you stated, biting back a laugh at his actions.

He reached a hand up to press against your forehead. He hummed. “No, you’re burning up. You could die from that alone, you know?”

“Really? You’re joking,” you teased, your laugh coming out dry and he gave you one of his famous know-it-all looks as you were building his argument for him. You rolled your eyes as he took your face in his hands.

“I’ll make you grilled cheese.”

You sighed. “Fine.” He’s smile somehow grew more and he leaned forward to kiss you in celebration, but you pushed his face away. “Stop!”

“Sorry! I keep forgetting!” You groaned at his giddy response, pushing yourself out of your chair and leaving to change. Before you knew it, Dean had you bundled up and all of the humidifiers in the house positioned on the floor around you. You absent-mindedly typed away in your laptop as Dean clamored around in the kitchen, refilling your tea mug when you had barely taken a sip and asking if you needed anything or what you were working on every few minutes.

“What do you usually do all day when you’re home, love?” You asked, peering through some of the layers of blankets at Dean, who was eagerly waiting in the threshold of the living room for you to give him a job to do.

He shrugged slightly. “I don’t know. Laundry?” You chuckled at his response, shrugging out of the mountain of comforters and closing your laptop.

“Why do you like my sick days?” You asked him, tilting your head at him slightly, trying your best to give him some kind of an appreciative smile. After all, the man you adored was waiting on your every beck and call without a second thought.

He moved to sit on the coffee table across from you. If you weren’t so sick, you would have reached out to bury yourself in his soft sweatshirt. His immune system was shit. He always got sick. “I enjoy your company.”

You chuckled slightly, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

Dean grinned at you, standing and grabbing your arms to pull you up as well. “If you’re done, you should probably get back into bed, sicky,” he mocked. You pushed his hands away from you as he laughed. “Go on. I’ll be up in a minute.”

As you climbed into bed, you fought not to smile, thinking about your other half who was absolutely giddy about little things the two of you shared. Finding joy in a simple sick day was difficult to do and it almost frustrated you at how well he always took care of you. The only problem was the fact that the bed was cold without him in it beside you. It was going to be difficult falling asleep without him there.

You heard Dean’s footsteps up the stairs and he was peering inside the bedroom shortly after. He had a fresh mug in his hand, as he moved through the room, setting it on the stand beside you. “I noticed you drank a bit of the last one so I brought you another.”

You smiled up at him and he seemed to soften around his edges even more. “Thank you,” you hummed, digging into the sheets more.

He placed a hand in your hair, rubbing his thumb against your cheek slightly before leaning forward again, this time stopping himself. “Dammit, I’m just going to leave before I get whatever you have because I can’t control myself.” You laughed at this.

He turned on his heel and before he made it back out the door, you spoke. “I love you,” you called after him and bit back his smile.

“Okay, you’re just going to have to take more time off because I don’t want to leave you alone.” He practically jumped into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your body and snuggling against you. You didn’t fight him this time; his warmth made you realize just how tired you actually were.

The next morning you woke up refreshed---tired---but refreshed. You realized your illness had miraculously cleared up as you shut the alarm off, leaning over to press a kiss to Dean’s cheek. As you made your way into the bathroom, you heard him cough slightly, causing you to roll your eyes. “Called it,” you mumbled.

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swanimagines · 5 years ago

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Harry Potter Preference: How they would propose to you

Request: “Hello. If it is okay. Would you please be able to write a preference with Harry Potter using the theme “How they will propose to you” using the following characters: Draco, Neville, Seamus, Fred, George, Oliver + Dean? (I would add Harry and Ron on the list too, but I saw on your fandoms that you didn’t write for them romantically)” by anon.

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Fred & George Weasley, Oliver Wood and Dean Thomas

A/N: I hope you like it! + Thank you for taking the time to check for which characters I write for :) Harry, Ron and Hermione just feel more like my friends and it would feel weird for me if I wrote about them in a romantic way. + My max. character count for preferences is 7 so there wouldn’t be enough space for them anyway, I cleared that up in my rules and about me-page when I got this request, previously it only read in my guide (and in my rules before I made the guide).

Draco Malfoy

He would take you to various fancy places, like an expensive restaurant, theater and buy you the most glorious jewerly/flowers/whatever you want. He’s big on money and he’s willing to spend a lot of extra to make that day perfect. After that you’ll go on a walk to a park, where he finally pulls out a beautiful ring and asks you to marry him.

Neville Longbottom

One word; nature. He takes you to the most beautiful forest you had ever seen, where you could sit beside a tree and watch how different forest animals went by. He would tell you things how much he loves you and you’d talk about memories you’ve gotten during the years with each other, and before you leave the forest he kneels in front of you, presents you with a ring and asks you to marry him.

Seamus Finnigan

He proposes you just before Christmas. You had informed him that you don’t need anything else for Christmas than him, and he got an idea to propose to you after a walk in the Magical Christmas village and watching the Christmas parade, and pulling the ring out as your eyes sparkle in excitement. You didn’t even notice him kneeling beside you at first and when you did, you almost fell on your butt because you were so shocked.

Fred Weasley (let’s pretend he doesn’t die)

He proposes you in the place you first met - the Diagon Alley. It’s not the most romantic place, but it was special for you two. He started with telling you that he had never believed that someone could stand his and his twin’s pranks for so long and actually ending up to date him. Then he pulls out a ring and kneels in front of you, saying that he would like to establish his position as your prankster. And honestly, you think it’s a prank at first. Him kneeling in front of you and holding out a ring just seemed like if you put it on, it scares you with fanfares or something like that. But he was serious and as much as you didn’t dare to believe it’s true, he really was proposing you.

George Weasley

He’s kinda awkward with proposing you, because Molly had accidentally heard when George had told about his plans to his twin - and that lead her setting you two up. You traveled to a beach with the whole Weasley family and when the sunset had its most perfect moment, she told everyone that she’s buying ice cream and shooed everyone else but you two towards the ice cream van. Fully aware what Molly was thinking and since it actually was incredibly beautiful moment, he just smiled at you and knelt down to hold a ring in front of you.

Oliver Wood

He can get quite creative with that. You’re both big fans of Quidditch (surprise, Oliver got you into it) so it was only natural that he made his proposal Quidditch-themed. So you were watching a match in your hometown where Oliver’s friends were playing, when suddenly some players started to write something with their wands to the sky. And as they flew away, it read “Y/N, will you marry me?” And after that he pulls out your ring as he smiles at you.

Dean Thomas (I couldn’t find any HP gifs of him where he wasn’t 11-12yo, sorry)

His proposal would be sweet and simple. He’s taking you to wherever you have always wanted to go (whether it’s in your country or anywhere else) and after spending a couple of nights in a sweet little motel, he’s taking you to a walk where he tells you how much he loves you and how he will always love you. How you bring light to his days and though it’s a bit cliché, you find it incredibly sweet and he’s making you blush with his words. He tells you to close your eyes, pulls out his ring, tells you to open your eyes and asks you to marry him.

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fortisfiliae · 6 years ago

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When I see you again [Dean Thomas x reader]

Requested by anon: Hi. I wanted to request something. You can do it whenever you want IF you want. Can you do a Reader x Dean where they reunite after the war? Thank you nonetheless

A/n: I wanted to write a quick and fluffy ‘Dean x gender-neutral’ reader for this trope. The reader’s house is not specified, but they are considered pure-blooded in this fic.

Warnings: A bit of angst, mentions of war

Word count: 1.3k

August 3rd 1998 - three months and one day after the Battle of Hogwarts. Seventeen weeks after the war had ended and so many had died. 123 days since you had last seen your boyfriend. Boyfriend. Did he even consider himself as such anymore? Whatever his answer to this question might be, you still did.

All you had wanted to do when the walls of Hogwarts lay in ruins was run up to him. Hold him. Breathe him in. Be with him. But your parents had found you sooner. They had shown up minutes after the final conflict and wouldn’t let you stay for another second. So they had taken you home, where you were safe and demanded you to stay there until it was sure even the last Death Eater had been captured. They weren’t going to take another risk, like years before when it was rumoured that Voldemort had been defeated by a child. Not again. They had to make sure the world was safe and that meant you could not reach out to Dean. For your and his own sake. He lived with his mother, step-father and sisters, who were all muggles. So after days of begging and whining, when you finally understood that a simple letter could potentially put them in mortal danger, you had accepted that waiting was the best and only option.

Waiting was harder though when owls had shown up by your window. They’d brought letters from him. Either he wasn’t afraid, or he simply didn’t care about people seeing strange animals flying through his muggle neighbourhood. At first, they were frequent and sweet. But week after week, when he hadn’t gotten a single response, they turned stale and blue, until eventually, he had stopped sending them. Your mum had even offered to put them away, somewhere you couldn’t find them, because you kept reading them over and over again. But you had denied. They kept you from going insane, even if they reminded you of how much you missed him with each line of his squiggly handwriting. Three months had passed. Heart-wrenchingly slow to say the least. Three months without any known incident of usage of dark magic. Three months where dozens of Death Eaters had been detected and penalised. Three months of you in your room, trying to recover from everything that had happened, while you knew you could never fully do so. Especially without being whole. Three months until your mother knocked on your door at eight p.m.

“We think it’s time,” she had said sweetly. “Tomorrow.”

You knew what she meant as soon as she had said it, and the way her eyes shone as she watched your reaction told you she was aware.

So you stood in front of his house on August 3rd, three months and one day after you had last seen him. It was a very special day for more than one reason. Your parents must have known. Still, you hesitated before knocking. What if he wasn’t home? What if he was home and didn’t want to see you? What if he had moved on already? If he thought you had ignored him on purpose, because you didn’t love him. That thought alone brought tears to your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away. There was only one way to find out. It was now or never.

You knocked three times and waited. Impatiently you started tapping your heals on the stone step, hoping that someone would open the door. After a while someone did, and the sight of that someone brought tears right back into your eyes.

Dean’s face fell as well, his expression full of shock and surprise, posture completely stiff and you could see him holding on to the doorknob as if his life depended on it.

You must have looked pathetic. So you tried to remain calm, tried to ignore the swarm of butterflies rotating in your stomach, hoped to succeed brushing off the tension from your chest.

“Happy birthday,” you said quietly, but the last syllable came out as a whimper.

He reached out for your hand, pulled you in hastily and shut the door behind him in one motion. The hallway of his house was empty, so he pushed you against the wall, with more force than he had intended, and held you by your shoulders to just stare at you for a moment. His gaze was drawn in pain, sorrow screaming from his parted lips when he laid his forehead against yours.

“Why didn’t... Why haven’t you answered?” he asked with a stricken crack in his voice and whispered yet another ‘Why’ before he pushed his mouth against yours. There was no time to say sorry, as he took each and every apology from your lips, his hands cupping your cheeks at first until they wandered down to your waist, where they stayed, strong and decisively, his fingers sending warm sparks through your clothes. The way he clung to you, how his weight pressed you against the wall, let you know he hadn’t moved on even a bit. He had been waiting. So long to hold you again. To kiss you, to make sure you’re safe.

Once you had parted he pulled you close again and held you tighter than ever before. “Where have you been?” he asked, his voice muffled against the fabric of your top.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” you whispered.

“I know.” His words were almost inaudible. “I know.”

“My parents wouldn’t let me reach out until they were sure it’s safe again,” you explained and let your hands brush across his back. “They thought it could get us in trouble.”

He lifted his head to look at you, his caring smile back in place. “I see.”

“But you didn’t care for that at all, did you?”

“My letters?” He smirked.

“Yeah.”

“Well I didn’t spend as much time thinking about what could happen as your parents did, apparently,” Dean explained and took a tiny step back to hold your hands. “So I sent one after another and when you didn’t answer for weeks, I thought I’d check in on you.”

“You came to our house?”

“Sure. But I couldn’t enter the lot.”

“Protecting spell,” you said simultaneously and Dean nodded.

“So after that,” he went on. “I wasn’t sure if the letters would even go through, so I stopped sending them.”

“Oh hun,” you said frowning and brought your hand up to his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he said softly and rested his head in your hand for a moment. “I just hoped you would send me a sign eventually. And there you are.” His smile was even brighter than before and he leaned in for yet another kiss, as sweet and bracing as three months ago. “On my birthday.”

“Now that you say it,” you grinned, fumbled for your bag and pulled out a stack of envelopes. “I got something for you.”

“Are those my letters?” Dean asked as you gave them to him.

“No silly, they’re mine,” you told him laughing.

“You wrote some too?” He asked as he flipped through them one by one.

“Well, I started answering the first one until I realised I couldn’t send it,” you explained. “So I thought I’d answer every single one anyway and give them to you when I can.”

“Thank you,” he said and went in for another hug.

You held him tight again. “It’s not much but-”

“It’s the best,” he cut you off and you could hear the smile in his voice. “When are your parents expecting you back?”

“In the evening, I guess.”

He chuckled. “Well, I got bad news for them.”

“Why?”

“Now that I have you back, I’ll never let you leave.”

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omgrachwrites · 4 years ago

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Falling Stars (Sequel to Tell A Tale of You and Me) Chapter Two

Pairing: Dean Thomas x Reader

Summary: In the midst of a brewing war you fall for one of your classmates, a boy that you used to know. When you have the chance to fight against evil, you fight for what you believe in.

Chapter Summary: Tensions rise between Umbridge and Harry, forcing Dean and Cass to be civil with one another. Meanwhile, competition arises on the Quidditch pitch.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of death, swearing, sassy Harry

Words: 2645

Disclaimer: I haven’t read The Order of The Phoenix in so long so the timeline might be out of wack!

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Two - The Pink Toad

Dean woke up, shivering slightly in the drafty dormitories – with all the magic in Hogwarts he thought someone would have taken the initiative to make the castle warmer. He was in a bad mood already and for a moment he couldn’t think why and then, it hit him like a ton of bricks. The 5th year Gryffindors and Slytherins were going to be having their first lesson with Umbridge in Defence Against the Dark Arts. To hear other people talk about it, it seemed like she didn’t know what she was doing, they said that she should have stayed at the Ministry.

He mulled over his thoughts as he walked over to the window and watched the quiet grounds begin to stir beneath the glow of the rising sun. Dean couldn’t deal with another shit Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. Dumbledore should have brought Lupin back – even if he was a werewolf – he had been the best Professor they’d ever had.

Though, it wasn’t all that bad, today Quidditch try outs were taking place tonight, he had wanted to try out for the team last year but all of the matches had been cancelled due to the Triwizard Tournament. He was itching to climb onto his broom and zip through the late summer air. Once Seamus was awake – he didn’t say a word to Dean, Seamus was the worst person ever in the morning – they both got dressed and made their way to The Great Hall. Dean’s insides were already aching with hunger.

Dean perked up even more when he smelled all the amazing breakfast food and he sat by Fred and George Weasley, piling toast and bacon onto his plate.

“You trying out for the team then, Thomas?” Fred asked – or it might have been George – the twins both had identical smirks on their faces. The Weasley twins had been on the Quidditch team since Dean’s first year, they were extraordinary beaters.

“Of course,” Dean grinned, feeling excitement course through his body, “tonight’s try outs are going to be a blast!”

“You guys haven’t heard?” Dean looked around at the sound of a voice and his heart dropped when he saw Harry nervously running his fingers through his hair, “the Slytherins must have gotten wind of our try outs tonight because they booked the pitch before Angelina had the chance. Our try outs have been pushed to Saturday,” he scowled.

“What?” the four boys gasped in horror and Dean looked over at the Slytherin table.

Cass was laughing with her friends as she raised a mug to her lips; her eyes flickered over to Dean for a moment before she looked back at her friends. She looked radiant and beautiful, like she didn’t have a care in the world and that pissed Dean off, he turned back to his friends with a frown.

“I bet that Cass had something to do with this, this is so like her,” he moodily stabbed at his food.

Seamus rolled his eyes as he shoved a piece of bacon into his mouth, “mate,” he started with his voice muffled, “you say that you don’t give a shit about her but, Merlin, I think you’re obsessed. Not everything that happens is her fault.”

In the back of Dean’s mind he knew himself that Seamus was right and it had probably had nothing to do with Cass. However, he was still so annoyed with her that he wouldn’t even entertain that idea.

On their way to class, Dean’s eyes impatiently searched through the sea of people in the corridor, “this isn’t a good idea mate,” Seamus scoffed.

“Please, just give us a second, yeah?” he offered his best mate a smile before going back to the task at hand and he spotted Cass as she was about to walk into class.

“Oi, Cass!” he called out to her, making her stop in her track and she gave him a surprised look as he caught up with her, “why would your team book the damn pitch for tonight? We were supposed to have our try outs.”

Cass rolled her eyes and Dean noticed the glimmer of disappointment in them and he almost felt guilty, “do I look like the team captain? Everything that goes wrong in your life isn’t my fault you know,” she hissed before storming into the classroom.

“Told ya,” Seamus snickered.

Umbridge hadn’t come down from her office yet so Dean contented himself with doodling a lion devouring a snake while Lavender and Parvati made a bird out of paper and had charmed it to soar through the air. As it flew over to Dean and Seamus, Dean laughed, “go on, Seamus. Hit it!” he goaded his best friend and Seamus landed a successful hit, blowing it off course. In the next second, it burst into flames making the class jump.

Dean scowled as a toad like woman stood at the front of the class wearing the ugliest shade of pink ever seen. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as a sickly sweet perfume smell wafted towards him. Umbridge started like all the other teaches had by explaining the importance of OWLS, before she handed out a beginners handbook.

“Your introduction to this subject has been uneven, probably due to the fact that you’ve had half breeds teaching you and whatnot,” there was mirth in her voice and it annoyed Dean massively.

“If you must know, Professor Lupin was the best teacher we’ve ever had. So what if he’s a werewolf?” most of the class murmured in agreement and Dean clenched his teeth in anger as Umbridge gave him a sweet smile.

“That will be five points from Gryffindor, Mr Thomas,” she let out a high pitched laugh that went right through Dean.

“Dean is right though! How is it Remus’ fault that he got bitten? He didn’t ask for that to happen! It shouldn’t make it impossible for him to get a job, he’s not dangerous,” Cass piped up.

Dean whirled around to look at her; her usually warm eyes were hard as she stared at Umbridge with a furious expression. Dean agreed with Cass though he hated to admit it and would never say it out loud. Cass made eye contact with Dean and her eyes softened as she smiled at him gratefully. Dean gulped and looked away.

Umbridge smirked as her nostrils flared but she didn’t tell Cass off. Instead, she smiled at a couple of people on the front row who had got their wands out, “oh, you can put those away, my dears.”

“We’re not going to be using magic?” Ron mumbled, his voice held all of the confusion that everyone else was feeling.

“Why on earth would you need to use magic dear?” she let out another annoying high pitched laugh.

“Oh, of course,” Harry gasped as he slapped a hand against his forehead, “because when Voldemort comes after all of us, the last thing we’ll need to know is defensive magic, dear me, the thought of it. Ron, how could you ask such a silly question?” sarcasm laced Harry’s voice, making Dean smirk to himself as everyone waited for Umbridge’s response with baited breath.

Umbridge barely flinched at the use of You-Know-Who’s real name and her sickly sweet smile almost faltered, “you and your tall tales, Mr Potter. The Ministry would be protecting everyone if the Dark Lord was back.”

Dean glanced over at Harry when he let out a scoff to see that Harry had his hands on the table, clenching his fists, “so, Cedric Diggory spontaneously combusted did he?” Harry’s tone was dry as he glared at Umbridge, “Voldemort killed him! And you’re an idiot for not admitting it!”

Someone near the back of the room gasped at Harry’s words and everyone got ready to watch Umbridge murder Harry. Umbridge’s face was drained of colour as she scrawled on a piece of parchment and simply said in a steady voice, “come here, Mr Potter,” when Harry stormed up to her desk, she gave him the parchment, “take this to Professor McGonagall, off you go dear,” Harry scoffed as he snatched it off her and stormed out of the room, not looking back.

The rest of the lesson continued in silence, nobody dared to speak to one another. At the end of the class, Cass caught up with Dean, “intense huh?”

Dean was still reeling from the shock of Harry’s words that he momentarily forgot the bitterness he had towards her, “yeah,” he laughed, scuffing his shoe against the floor.

“It was nice of you to speak up for Remus,” she smiled, leaning against the cold stone wall.

Dean shrugged nonchalantly as his cheeks grew hot and he tried to ignore the peaceful feeling in his chest, “thought it was only fair to defend the guy when he wasn’t there to defend himself,” he cleared his throat, “it was good of you to speak up for him too.”

“I would do anything and say anything for the people that I care about,” she looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes as she bit her lower lip and Dean swallowed nervously, “I thought you would know that by now,” she gave him a small smile and pushed off from the wall, “see you around,” she nodded at him and then she was off, walking down the corridor with Astoria.

“So, the both of you can have a civil conversation without biting each other’s head off,” Seamus smirked.

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As you stood with your back against the Quidditch stands you shivered in the freezing evening air as you watched the try outs, waiting for your turn to try out for the position of Keeper. Your teeth chattered as you stuck your hands in the inside of your coat and pulled the letter from your dad out of the inside pocket. You smiled down at the piece of parchment as you read over the words again in the perfect script. He was wishing you luck at the try outs, he knew how important Quidditch was to you.

All you wanted to do was make him proud, you knew that Harry made him proud but Harry had that effect on the adults in his life who loved him. It seemed so easy for him, he was a hero. You just wanted to make Sirius proud of who you were. Your breath came out as smoke as you watched your housemates zip through the sky in all directions. All you wanted to do was zip through the sky with them; hopefully it would warm you up. It was strange that Draco wasn’t trying out this year; he loved a bit of attention.

You jumped slightly as you felt warmth against your elbow and you glanced to the side to see Astoria holding a steaming cup of something hot, “this is for you, you look freezing,” she laughed as she passed you the cup.

You grinned at her as you lifted the cup to your lips and swallowed down the hot chocolate, humming at the thickness of it, it burned your tongue slightly but you didn’t care all that much, you were just thankful for the heat, “thank you so much,” you licked your lips as the hot drink warmed your insides, “what are you doing here? You hate Quidditch,” you narrowed your eyes as you realised just why she was here, “Draco’s not playing this year, sorry to disappoint you,” you laughed as she rolled her eyes.

“I’m not here for him Cass, I’m here for you. I know that I hate Quidditch, just don’t see the point of it all but I know how much you love it and you’re my best friend, so I came here to support you.”

Astoria’s words were so sweet and kind that you threw your arms around her in a tight hug, “I love you, you’re amazing. You know that?”

“Of course I know that,” she laughed, winking at you as she linked your arm through yours and leaned her head on your shoulder, “uh oh, incoming.”

You bit your lip as Dean, Harry, Seamus and Ron were coming out of the castle heading for the stands behind you. It seemed as though Harry and Seamus had put aside their rivalry in the name of Quidditch, the thought made you roll your eyes. What were they doing here? Were they here to sabotage you?

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” you turned around to face the Gryffindor boys, shouting against the howling wind.

Dean smirked, just enough for his dimples to be on display and even from here you could see his eyes flash with an emotion that you didn’t recognise, “I’ve missed out on Quidditch for the past two years, I’m not waiting till Saturday to be able to watch some! It’s got nothing to do with you,” he raised an eyebrow at you as he slouched against his chair, making you scowl at him.

Harry laughed as he shot you a smile, “and we wanted to see what form your players were on!” he would never tell you outright but you knew he was here to offer you some support and you appreciated it. You shook your head at the boys before turning back to watch the try outs, painfully aware of their eyes on you.

Finally, the captain looked at you, “Cass? C’mon, let’s go!” Astoria gave you a supportive smile and a pat on your shoulder as you walked onto the pitch, mounting your broom as you soared through the air to guard the hoops.

The first couple of throws the captain directed at you were easy saves; there wasn’t much spin on the Quaffle so you could have saved it with your eyes closed. However, every time you made a mediocre save, you could hear Astoria screaming as if you had made an amazing save and it made you laugh, she really didn’t understand Quidditch. You didn’t feel the cold anymore; the adrenaline you felt made it all go away

“C’mon! Give me a challenge!” you shouted to the troll like boy who was hovering on his broom, holding the Quaffle, he smirked at you as he sent the ball hard and fast with a lot of spin on it.

You kicked, caught and booted the ball with the end of your broomstick, sending it back to him and every time he caught it with a taken aback look on his face. There was a save that you almost didn’t make, it was too far off to the side but you caught it between the tips of your fingers. You heard the small crowd below you gasp and you glanced down to see Dean looked impressed – though he would never admit it – it only made him more handsome.

By the end of try outs, it was no question that you had been the best Keeper, and you were looking forward to practise the following week. As you walked towards Astoria she grinned at you, throwing an arm around your shoulders, “that was amazing! I can’t believe that you’re my best friend.”

You rolled your eyes at her words but you couldn’t help but smile a little, as you walked back into the castle together, desperate to get out of the cold night air, “oi, Cass!” you whipped around as you heard Dean calling after you.

Astoria gasped a little in delight as Dean jogged towards you, a competitive glint in his eye, “Gryffindor are going to kick your arse in the first match,” you laughed and it felt like things were better between you and Dean.

However, as the rest of the boys ran up to you, Dean’s expression dropped and his eyes went hard and cold again. It was obvious that apart from the competitive banter, nothing had changed.

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Beware of Crimson Peak Masterlist Complete

Summary: An old manor in Maine holds many dark secrets. Can (y/n) and the Winchesters destroy the evil inside the house, or will it tear them apart forever?

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ink stains - dean thomas (7)

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part seven: making changes ( read part six here! )

[Dean Thomas x Shifter!Reader]

Summary; y/n spills her guts to dean in the only room they can ever truly be alone

Word Count; 3.4k

A/N; This is the final chapter!! i have a couple different ideas for what could happen after this so if anyone is interested i can choose my favourite one and write an epilogue for this story? I love this series and im so proud of it. The events that take place in this chapter is what i was working toward writing all along, i wanted it to be more than what it ended up being but i still love it. I thought of a million ways of how i should end this chapter/this series and the one i ended on might feel a little sudden/rushed but I like it.

as always- i’m not an experienced shifter so the way i wrote the specifics of shifting may not reflect your personal experiences accurately. Also, i think everything i wrote about the canon events of the battle of hogwarts/the second wizarding war/ dean’s canon backstory are accurate but if you find an error, shoot me a message or an ask so i can fix it please!

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also, i mentioned this in the a/n of part 6, but originally this and part 6 was one giant chapter but i decided to chop it into two parts, so the beginning of this part picks up right where the last part left off!

Date Written: January 31, 2021

“I came here almost every day while you were gone.” he confessed- sitting on the couch next to her, “it was all I had left of you” his head tipped back to stare at the ceiling.

“I'm sorry,” she said, for the fifth time that night.

“I know you're sorry, you don't have to keep saying it. I don't need you to keep saying it. I need you to tell me where you've been and why you left and what's going on!” Dean’s anger began to bubble back up. He didn't want it to. He was happy to see y/n, so glad she was back.

“I could tell you all that. I want to tell you all that but you probably won't even believe me so what's the point?” she argued. Out of all the ways, this could have gone, it was happening in a fight.

“Why don't you give me a chance to decide that for myself” he suggested bitterly. “I love you and I missed you but you just left. You just disappeared. Do you know what that does to a person?” his voice was calmer now, but still shaky with anger, y/n couldn't help but notice a hint of betrayal. She didn't blame him.

“If I’m going to tell you this- you don't interrupt me and you can't tell anyone. Did you tell anyone what you read in the journal?” she sounded bossy, she didn't mean to.

“y/n I didn't understand what any of that even meant!” he exclaimed and she nodded.

“Remember I said I might know what was causing your blackouts?” she asked, recalling that day that seemed so long ago. He nodded and she continued. “I left you that day in the hallway and I came here, to this room. I was only here for a minute before I went to see Dumbledore, that's when I left the journal. I just wanted to ask him a question, to find out for sure if they were what I thought they were- before I tried to do anything to fix it.” She paused, looking down at her hands. “And I was right”

“Well? What was causing them? I haven't had one since before you left.”

“I know you haven't.” She stood up, her stomach felt like it shrunk in her body, she was so nervous to tell him.

“I'm not” she stopped, “I’m not from here, Dean”

“I know that. You transferred here in the third year. I don't see what that has to do with any-” he began to ramble.

“No not that!” she cut him off. “And I told you not to interrupt me”

“I didn't even interrupt you! You were done talking!” that earned him a glare from her. He raised his hands up, surrendering and motioned for her to continue.

“I mean I’m not from here. This world. I don't belong here” she said, hoping he would catch on so she didn't have to say it out loud. He didn't.

“Of course you belong here. How can you say that? You're just as much a witch as anyone else here” he said sadly, he didn't understand what she was talking about but she hated to hear her say that.

“I'm not though,” she said quietly. “I came here, using the book. I came here because I wished so badly that I did belong here. That this had been my life the whole time. I wrote myself into this world because it is so much better than where I’m from” she sounded insane.

“Where are you from? Y/n I don’t understand” he was so lost

“It's called reality shifting” she explained and he looked more confused than he was before. “Only some people can do it and I tried for weeks before it worked. But eventually, it did and I was here. It's different for everyone but for me, I do it in my sleep. In my world, my reality- I’m asleep and it's-” she stopped and pulled out her golden pocket watch- the one dean hated because it always had the wrong time. “It's 1 in the morning,” she said, showing it to him.

“y/n that pocket watch is busted, it doesn't show the right time” he groaned.

“Dean! Don't you understand? This pocket watch shows what time it is in my world, that's why I carry two! So I know when I'll wake up and when I have to leave” she said, pulling out the silver pocket watch and placing it next to the gold one.

“I carry this because I scripted that I would have it,” she said, digging in her bad and pulling out her journal- opening it and pointing at where it says ‘i will carry a pocket watch that displays the time in my current reality’

“So the world you're from is called your ‘current reality’, and Hogwarts is called your- ‘desired reality’?” Dean seemed to be catching on, “and this is your script, and you shifted here?” y/n nodded softly.

“Wow,” he said and began to clap slowly. “What a great story! How long did it take you to come up with that one?” he spat.

“No, Dean-” y/n tried to protest.

“You know! If you aren't going to tell me where you went and why, then why come back? Why even bother coming back just to lie to me? What did I do to deserve this?” he asked, he tried to sound angry but his sad tone was coming through too much. “Oh, I’m sorry! Were you not done with this elaborate story? You didn't even get to the part where you tell me what my blackouts are! And I can't help but wonder what you came up with for how you supposedly know about this ‘desired reality’ in the first place! Please! Continue!” he burst out suddenly.

“Maybe you're right. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I should've just stayed home” y/n didn't know what to do. She figured this would happen and she didn't know what she could do to make him believe her. “Maybe I should just go back,” she said quietly walking towards the door.

Dean caught her wrist, gripping tighter than he needed to. “No! I'm not letting you just walk out again! Not when I can do something about it this time!” he shouted, the anger in his voice went and just the sadness was left. With tears in his eyes, he pleaded. “Y/n, this is your home. Please stay”

“Is it?? Because you won't even listen to me! You told me to give you a chance to believe me and I did but you decided not to! How dare you beg me to stay after calling me a liar! Why would I lie about this?! Can't you see I’m trying to fix this! Why would I mess it up further!” she shouted, yanking her wrist out of his grasp.

“I’m sorry. You're right, I'm sorry. But you have to see where I’m coming from!”

“Of course I see where you're coming from! And I will tell you everything and anything you want to know. But this will never work if you don't believe me! You really think I spent the last two weeks away from you trying to make up a lie to tell you?” she felt defeated.

“Six weeks” he corrected. “You were gone for six weeks. Not two”

She sighed and sat on the couch. “It was six weeks here, it was only two for me.”

She gave him the book and pointed to the line she inked in and had since, crossed off: ‘time in my desired reality will pass by three times as fast as in my current reality’.

“You purposely made it longer for me?” he asked sadly.

“I was mad, I was mad and I wasn't thinking. All I knew was that I needed time. I needed time away from here. I did everything so fast and before I even knew what I was doing I was home. And I wanted to come back, I almost did every night but I couldn't bring myself to. I was so scared. And I am so sorry. But I meant what I said to Seamus. I hate what I did to you and I would do anything to change it.” y/n spoke in the softest, most genuine voice she could muster.

“And the blackouts?” he asked.

“That happens when I would leave here to go back. In my script- I wrote in that time would pause while I was away. That's why you never noticed me leaving. But when you mentioned the blackouts I knew that time wasn't pausing as I wrote it to. So I asked Dumbledore and he told me that it's impossible for time to pause- it defies the laws of nature.” she explained and stopped to laugh slightly. “But then again so is jumping between universes in your sleep”, Dean smiled slightly at that.

“Anyways, Dumbledore told me that if someone tried to pause time. It would just slow down. So that's what was happening to everyone here while I was gone. It even happened to my body here. You were just mindlessly going through what you were doing. Like on autopilot” she explained and his ears perked. It made sense to him.

“Okay,” he said, letting it sink in. “okay so how do you know about this universe if you're not from here?” Dean knows he said it sarcastically before, but he really was curious.

y/n sighed, this was the part she was really scared for.

“About that” she sighed, leaning back on the couch. “This universe- in my reality, is a novel series. A movie series”

“A novel series?” he confirmed and she nodded.

“This life is just a story there. It's made of seven books which later got turned into movies, eight movies. It’s brilliant and genius and I first read it when I was a little girl, i’ve watched the movies more times than I can count. And it’s not just me! It's one of the most successful franchises in the world. It's worth billions. With spin-offs and merchandise and millions of fans, there are even amusement park attractions where there's a full replica of Diagon Alley and a rollercoaster based on the tracks underneath Gringotts!” y/n started to get carried away, she looked at Dean and saw how overwhelmed he was. Y/n didn’t even know if Dean knew about the tracks underneath Gringotts.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn't believe any of it either” y/n said softly, getting off the couch and crouching in between his legs as he sat in front of her on the couch. She took his hands into hers.

“I believe you” he breathed out, bringing his hand up to brush a piece of her hair out of her face and behind her ear.

“You do? Why?”

“Because even your overactive imagination couldn't make all this up” he smiled, “Tell me more, what's this called?”

She scrunched her nose up and shook her head.

“Tell me” he whined and laughed and she rested her forehead on his knee in embarrassment.

“It's called Harry Potter,” she told him and Dean lost it. He laughed harder than he ever had in his life.

“No! You're lying” he laughed in between breaths. She laughed along with him, shaking her head.

“He's the main character, it's about his time at Hogwarts” she managed to get out after they finished laughing like madmen.

“What book are we in?”

“The fifth one. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'' she laughed, Dean asked what that was and she sighed, she knew she shouldn't tell him about things he shouldn't know- it was the whole reason she kept this from him all this time in the first place. “It's a secret society that Dumbledore formed in the first wizarding war- it got disbanded after the war was over, when Lily and James Potter died, and after Sirius Black went to prison, and when Voldemort went away. The night Harry became famous. But they reformed it in the summer. When Cedric was murdered” y/n shuttered.

“First wizarding war? Is there going to be a second one?” he asked slowly, after being quiet for a moment. y/n nodded.

“So you know, like, everything? You've known everything this whole time and you know everything that's going to happen?” y/n nodded again. “And you didn't do anything? You didn't change anything?” Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“I couldn't, Dean it's so dangerous to mess with the way things are supposed to go. It ate me alive knowing I could have stopped so many things. Don't you remember how messed up I was when Cedric died? I blamed myself. And I couldn't tell anyone why. I was completely alone in it. That's why Hogwarts gave me this room in the first place” she stopped, she was getting riled up again. “This is where I come to think, I come here to cry and kick and scream because that's all I can do.” she cried.

“It's too late now. If I wanted to stop everything from happening, I should have done it back in the third year. Voldemort is already back, Cedric is already dead and the war is already started.” it felt so good for y/n to finally let everything she's been holding on to out.

“It's not too late! It's never too late to do the right thing! , you can go to Dumbledore or to Harry and you can tell them everything you know. We can have a head start in all this- y/n, you can save so many lives'' he revelled at the thought of living normally- with no evil in the world. “Don't you want that?”

“Of course I want that!” she argued. “But it's going to change everything. There's still so much to do, there's still all the Horcruxes and the ministry is still in denial that Voldemort is even back. And you! There's so much I know about you that you don't even know yourself! Things you're never supposed to find out about yourself! Your future! You can even begin to imagine how much this has all been weighing on me but if the world doesn't go through this war as it's supposed to, who knows what that going to mean for it farther down the road!” she tried to get him to see the importance of not meddling with the way things were supposed to unfold.

“What is a Horcrux?” he asked. “You know what? Nevermind, what about the script? Can you script that everything will be okay, that there will be no war?” he asked, taking the leather book from her hands and into his.

“Yes I can do that and it will work but we can’t!” she groaned. Everything he could possibly suggest they do she had no doubt thought of already. She already weighed out the pros and the cons and she already decided against it- or else she would have done it already.

“Why not!” Dean was getting frustrated. His girlfriend just told him that she has the power to fix everything wrong in the world, she has all the answers to every obstacle the wizarding world would face- but she won’t do anything with it.

“Because! If I script that everything is okay it doesn't fix anything! All it does is I will abandon this reality and go to a new one. One that's just like this one but with a different future to it! It won't fix anything here! You will still be here and a version of me will still be here and we will still have to go through the war as we are supposed to! It's cowardly and I won't do it.” she declared.

Dean sat with his head in his hands.

“I could have scripted anything when I came here. I could've scripted that you already loved me and you would have no choice, I could've scripted that I was the most powerful witch in the world, I could have given myself perfect grades and a perfect life. My whole time here, if something wasn't going my way I could've scripted that it would fix itself but I didn't. Especially after I fell in love with you. I didn't know I was going to and I didn't plan for it to happen, But it did! I fell in love with you just as I could have fallen in love with anybody in any reality.” the words spilled from y/n’s mouth without a second thought.

“I didn't use this script to manipulate myself to have the perfect life before and I'm not going to start now” Dean understood now.

“You said something about knowing things about me that I don't? I don't suppose you could tell me that either?” he asked. It would drive him crazy now that she mentioned it.

She shouldn't have mentioned it, but it came out in a fit of emotions.

“I don't know if I should,” she warned, coming up from her spot between his legs to sit next to him on the couch.

“You said I never find out anyway! What will it change? Plus, you said you’d tell me everything and anything” he pleaded, wrapping his arms securely around her, bringing her back to meet his chest.

“I don��t know, Dean”

“Please, y/n’

She sighed and nodded, “I always thought you deserved to know anyways.”

She leaned her head back to fall against him, looking up at him from a downward angle. He looked down at her and kissed her forehead.

“The war doesn't end until 1998. It's called the Battle of Hogwarts. But before that, you have to disappear, go on the run. You're on the run all throughout the seventh year. There was a ban on muggle-borns at Hogwarts and the ministry was taken over by Voldemort and Death Eaters. Nowhere is safe. They added a new department, it's called the Muggle-Born Registration Commission. Their job is to track down and round up muggle-borns and force them to tell them how they ‘found out’ about the wizarding world, how they ‘stole’ magic from the real witches and wizards. To them, muggle-borns don't exist.” she stopped to look up at him. She couldn't read his expression- but she continued anyway.

“You miss the seventh year and you hide from them because if they were to find you they would arrest you and torture you” y/n was getting angry at the thought. “But they do find you, and they steal your wand and take you prisoner at Malfoy Manor with Luna and Ollivander”

“Like Draco? Draco Malfoy?” Dean knew the Malfoy family were pureblood supremacists but he didn’t think they were evil, just entitled.

“By 1998, Malfoy Manor is basically Death Eater headquarters,” she spat, disgusted. “You escape though, all of you escape.”

“You were so brave. as soon as you escaped you wanted to fight. Fight for your friends, for your family, for the future of the wizarding world. You wanted to fight so bad that you forgot you didn’t even have a wand. You were loyal to harry throughout it all. You were a true Gryffindor.” she praised him, telling him how great he was for things he didn't even know he would do. He smiled down at her.

“Well it sounds like it ends alright,” he says, shrugging it off.

“Well, it shouldn't have happened at all. You never should have been on the run in the first place”

“What do you mean? If they were going after muggle-borns what other choice would I have?” he asked. She got up and faced him.

“Dean,” she trailed off, taking his face in her hands. “Love, you're not a muggle-born.”

“What are you talking about? Yes, I am” he insisted, taking her hands off his face and sitting up.

“You're not. You’re a half-blood” she spoke gently. Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing, why would she say these things? “Your father-” y/n began to continue.

“My father was a coward who walked out on my mother after I was born, he was nothing more and nothing less.” he spat angrily. Maybe he should have just left what y/n mentioned alone.

“I know that's what you think and that's what your mother thought too, but he wasn't. He was so much more than that, Dean. He was a brave and brilliant wizard who the Death Eaters wanted on their side so badly. So badly that when he refused, he was forced to leave you and your mother to protect you. To protect you both, from them.” y/n spoke gently and Dean's eyes watered. She brought him down to comfort him and they embraced for what felt like the thousandth time since they reunited.

“Is this true, y/n?” Dean's voice was like a broken whisper.

Seeing the boy she loved like this made her own eyes water, she nodded her head with a small smile. “Of course my love, of course it's true. I wouldn't lie to you” she promised. “not about this. not about anything”

The two embraced for the rest of the night on the red couch. He kept his promise from earlier in the evening. He never let her go, not until they woke up the next morning and walked down to the great hall to eat breakfast with their friends.

The Gryffindor fifth years were happier than they have been in over a month to have their Hufflepuff friend back, and she was happier than ever to be back. And whatever happened, y/n knew it would be okay, because like Harry said- they had something Voldemort didn't. They had something worth fighting for.

Of course, Harry wouldn't say such a thing for another couple of months.

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