#im slowly getting over mollys death still

[bittersweet-mojo]

Im really really happy with the finale but fuck yall im also especially content with fourteen fifteen. 

Character death has been a very sensitive topic for me this whole summer, because of my very abrupt exit out of the CR fandom and the sheer amount of bad feelings there. I was so deep into that special interest at the time of Molly’s death that the absolute betrayal of the amount of trust I put into the creators shook me to my core. I had literally planned to spend this whole summer catching up on the past season and watching all the live recordings that suddenly feeling such revulsion whenever I thought about them left me with literally nothing to distract me. It fucking sucked and thinking about it, probably was the beginning of the minor bout of depression ive been dealing with for the past couple months. I finally moved on by jumping back into the fatt fandom because, for all of my minor critique of some of austin’s storytelling, he’s not going to fucking brutally murder the most visibly queer character on his show. It’s not even in the realm of possibility. 

But damn you guys i could write a fucking essay on working through mourning and death in the stories you create and how CR made every mistake you could possibly make dealing with it. And nothing showed that more than when returning to fatt I remembered Fourteen fucking existed. 

Fourteen was the fucking opposite of every mistake CR made. Fatt has done seasons on tragedy before, I mean jeez i was surprised how happy this season’s ending turned out to be! Like, where CR might be dramatic it’s still fucking goofy as hell but that’s because of the acting and how in character all the physical comedy is. But fatt is much more removed, they arent actors, theyre telling a story. And with people like austin, jack, art and janine who are more predisposed to tragedy and quietness those moments tend to shine through much more than their goofs as friends. But with this predisposition they can deal with themes like death and depression so much better than the CR cast ever could. Molly’s death had so much wrong with it id have to make a whole separate post to go over that but i think one of the worst grievances was thinking they could deal with the topic of fucking DEATH of all things, on a whim. there wasnt any planning involved at all and that, if anything, is a topic that REQUIRES a trigger warning. All the people involved and the audience need to know about it or you’re going to be treading into some really fucked up territory. 

Fourteen’s entire character was designed around the fact that they were going to die at the end of the season. It was discussed in the very first episode and made clear every single time we talked about them, they are terminally ill. They are dying. That fact negated any shock or horrible surprise. It gave them an easy way to talk through the process of mourning and an easy way to make sure fourteen’s character arc would still happen with no chance of it being horribly cut short like Molly. And there was a focus on their illness. Their loss of memories and how that affected the way they acted was integral to their character. And it meant that when they did loose memories, you didnt loose other important parts of the story with it. Going back to molly, fourteen was not the only queer character, hell they weren’t even the only pc who used they/them pronouns. The queer audience never had to worry about loosing the only person ‘like them’ in the cast like CR’s trans audience did. 

And their death was quiet. we didn’t even see it on screen, it happened after all the events of the story. There was no gory details or horrible executioner. The characters mourned with fourteen themself. They lasted longer than they thought they would and id like to presume they were happy when they died.

Anyway, this is a shitty summary on how fatt is helping me get over how bad molly’s death was. I could write an actual essay, but i have school work to do so im not gonna. 

[weelittleweasley]

safe and sound (f.w.)

prompt: after getting caught in the rain and chased by death eater, you stumble upon a house and look for a safe haven inside. little did you know who would be waiting for you in that house.

pairings: fred weasley x fem! reader

warnings: running away, mentions of death, mentions of war, language, anxiety, sexual tension (of course), food, some classic longing stares, don’t worry it’s a fluffy ending 

word count: 9.7k (its so long im sorry)

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The engine of your car roared as rain slapped against the windshield, your chest heaving with fear, constantly checking your rear view mirror, pressing down on the gas as hard as you could. You whispered tiny prayers, hoping that you were going fast enough to outrun whoever was chasing you. Looking at the speedometer, you see that it slowly climbs to 85 miles an hour, then 90, then 95 as you search the dirt roads ahead of you for a clearing or any sign of life. “Please, please, please, please,” you whisper to yourself as you continue to speed through the English countryside, thunder rumbling behind you as the speedometer climbs and climbs. 

With each flash of lightning you jump a little in your own skin, mistaking it for the flash from someone’s wand, casting a hex on you. But you remind yourself that you must be miles and miles away from them and that you were safe. For now at least.

You continue to scan your surroundings, not recognizing where you were, the rain blurring your view outside. Regardless, you continue to drive, straight down the road, until you reached some place that looked like it had life. 

But your car had other plans. As you slammed your foot on the gas, there was a screeching sounds, and then a rumbling boom, before smoke started to appear from the front of the car. “Oh, come on! Not now!” you yell out in frustration, pushing your foot on the gas harder, hoping that the action would keep the car going. But much to your dismay, the car came to a simmering halt as you threw your head back with a groan. With the little life it had left, you pulled the car to the side of the road and put it in park, even though that would change a thing. The car was dead.

You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to think of something. You were stranded in the middle of nowhere, with just your wand, a small bag of your belongings, and dead car with half a tank of petrol. “Fuck,” you curse slamming your hands down on the wheel. 

Through the rain, you try to scan your surroundings again. The nearest town was still some ways away and you had no way of contacting anyone. Your best bet was to wait out here in the car until morning when the rain would hopefully stop and you could walk to the nearest town and get some help. “Bloody brilliant,” you huff, zipping up your jumper, folding your arms. 

As you lean in the driver’s seat, you try not to focus on the events that had precipitated previously; the thought was far too terrifying for you. Instead, you focused on the raindrops that streamed down your car window, as you pit one raindrop against another, making them race down the glass. 

But as you watch the raindrops fall, through the rain, in the distance, you can almost make out a small building. A house. Through the brush and the trees was a small home, the windows illuminated meaning there was a sign of life. “Thank Merlin,” you whisper to yourself as you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

You flip up your hood, trying to protect yourself from the rain, but to no avail. When you step outside of the car door, you are saturated in an instant, the cold and unforgiving rain soaking your jeans and jumper, dampening your hair through your hood. “Shit,” you huff as you start to take up a light jog, hoping and praying that the company in the small house was welcoming.

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“I need another bucket!” Ron calls out as he stands under another leak in the Burrow, holding a small mug up to catch the dripping water. Ginny runs to the kitchen and grabs another bucket under the sink before handing it off to Ron. He places it on the floor before scurrying off the previous leaks that seem to appear throughout the Burrow. “Gin, can you take care of the leak on the second floor?” Ron calls out to which Ginny replies an On it! before scurrying up the stairs.

Molly Weasley is scrambling throughout the house before plucking her band from her dressing robe, “Reparo!” she casts as the roof seems to mend itself. She casts it a few more times around the house with a frustrated sigh each time. “That should hold us over for a while now. But keep the buckets there in case the leak starts again,” she tells Ron with a kiss on the forehead. 

“The attic seems to be fine!” George calls from the top of the stairs. “No water damage and no leaks inside. Can’t speak for the rest of the place,” he shrugs as he descends the stairs, Fred following not too far behind. 

Molly sighs, “Well, that’s the best we can ask for right now. One of you go help your father in the shed. He says there’s a tarp in there that we can lay out in case the storm gets worse.” With a curt nod, Percy starts outside to help Arthur out in the shed. The rest of the Weasleys flop on the couch with a huff. 

Storms like this always brought more bad than good. It did wonders for Molly’s garden, but as for the infrastructure of their house not so much. The Burrow was old and needed some renovations, but money was tight. Instead, simple fixes here and there did the trick during stormy weather. 

Ginny helps her mother light more candles around the house before heading over to the fireplace to get a fire going to warm the house. Ron shivers a little before running up to his room to grab a jumper to keep him warm. Fred looks over at George, mischief in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. George looks at his brother before picking up on his wave length. A stormy day always made for the most interesting quidditch matches. 

The twins rise from the couch, grabbing their coats before Molly interrupts, “And where do you two think you’re off to?”

Fred, without looking at his mother, speaks, “The weather is perfect for a quidditch match. Great practice. Reckon you’ll join, Gin?” Fred asks the youngest Weasley as she looks at him with excited eyes.

“None of you lot with be playing quidditch in this weather!” Molly exclaims with a firm tone and folded arms. Ginny looks at her mother with pleading eyes to which she brushes off. “The weather is wicked outside!”

George laughs, “Yeah, wicked for playing quidditch.” Fred joins in on the laughter, offering his twin a high five with his accepts.

“If you two disobey me, you’ll be in a wicked amount of trouble. Now put your coats down and help me start the fire. Fred, go fetch the old newspaper. George, get the wood from upstairs. We need to warm this place up before we all freeze to death,” she huffs as George and Fred reluctantly take off their coats with a groan. Yet they still obey their mother. 

George looks over to his twin, “You shouldn’t have told her we were playing quidditch. You should have made up something.”

Fred scoffs, “And said what? We’re replanting the peonies?” George rolls his eyes. “That’s what I thought. Now go get the fire wood like you’re told,” he teases his twin, earning him a slap upside the head. “Wanker.”

George disappears upstairs as Fred goes into the kitchen and grabs the old newspapers from the dining room table. Page by page he rips them into small pieces, crumpling them up, creating a fire starter. 

Suddenly, a great rumble of thunder comes from outside, startling the house Weasley family. They all quickly laugh it off with a shake of their heads. The storms were brutal in the summer months. But there it was again, another sound. But not quite thunder.

“Was that thunder?” Ron asks, crouched down by the fire place, helping George throw in the logs. 

Fred shakes his head. “No,” he listens closely again before it sounds again. Four bangs on the front door. Fred looks to his brothers and sister and speaks, “I thought Harry and Hermione were coming next week?”

“They are,” Ron answers with a puzzled look on his face.

Again, four more bangs on the front door, but now followed by a, “Is anyone home?”

Everyone’s eyes are wide with confusion. They expected no visitors, especially during a storm. But this only peaked their interest as to who was at the Burrow’s door at this time of night during a summer storm. Without much hesitation, Fred walks to the front door and swings it open.

In front, there you were. Body and clothes completely soaked with rain, shivering from the cold, lips purple and teeth chattering as you clung onto your thing jumper. Your hair was matted down with rain as droplets cascaded down your face as you looked at the tall, ginger haired boy in front of you. If you weren’t freezing your ass off, you would have stared at the handsome boy longer. But too consumed with the cold, you speak, “I need h-help.” Your words are shaky from your clattering teeth.

Fred looks at you, completely enthralled with the being in front of him. How could someone look so divine when drenched in rain water? Your lips were pressed together and shivered in your lavender jumper that matched the color of your lips. Small droplets of water fell from your hair and onto your feet as you sniffled. The sight was oddly charming. He snapped out of his thoughts and called out, “Mum!! We’ve got company!!” With a small smile, he opened the door further and welcomed you into the house as you sighed. “Come on then.”

You let out a breathy “thank you” as you entered the house, which wasn’t much warmer than outside, but it was better than being in the freezing rain. You stand in the middle of the house, a shivering, wet mess as you feel all eyes on you. Fred instructs Ron to get the fire started as he looks over to you, “How long have you been in the rain?”

“Uh, not long. I was in my car and then it broke down and I saw your house, so I ran over. Maybe ten minutes,” you shrug as the house slowly descends into madness, trying to help you out.

“Ten minutes too long,” Fred huffs with a smile before looking over at his mother. “She’s been walking in the rain. She needs to get warm,” Fred tells Molly whose face is painted with worry even though she didn’t know who you were. 

Molly rushes over to you and places her hands on your shoulders. “Oh, my dear! You’re frigid! Fred, start a kettle of tea! George, grab the quits from your room! Ron, is that fire ready?” she starts tossing orders out as her children comply, darting in all different directions. Molly guides you towards the living room where the fire was, placing you directly in front. “You poor thing. Where are you coming from?” she asks, rubbing your arms. “Here, give me that saturated jumper. Ginny, go fetch one of your jumpers to give...what’s your name, dear?”

You smile at the sweet woman and speak, “(Y/N).”

Molly smiles, “(Y/N). Go fetch (Y/N) a jumper.” Ginny darts off to her room as you sit in front of the fire, the heat already radiating making you feel much better. “My name is Molly, dear. That’s Ginny who ran off, this is Ron, and in the kitchen are Fred and George. My husband, Arthur, and other son, Percy, are in the shed, but they should be in in any minute.”

You furrow your brows as you look at Molly and then around at your surroundings at the people around you. Red hair. Small house. Molly. Arthur. Many siblings. They must be the-

“(Y/N)?” a voice calls from the other room in the door frame.

You look over and there Percy stands, a familiar face with matted curly red hair, wet from the rain. “Percy! Hi!” you smile as Percy walks over to you with a small smile before giving you a light hug. 

He laughs, “What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be with Alyssa for the weekend?” 

From behind you a voice speaks, “Wait, I’m confused. How do you two know each other?” Ron looks between you and Percy confused as to how you recognized each other.

Percy speaks for you, “(Y/N)’s family works in the ministry. (Y/N) works as one of the assistants. Her father has high rankings with the ministry.” You smile up at Percy. It was true. Your family was heavily involved with the ministry, specifically with the regulation and control of magical creatures. That’s why you never really ended up going to school. You were guaranteed a job when you were born. Sometimes being at the ministry 24/7 was boring, but when you met Percy, it was a change of pace. Someone close in age to you and a new face to talk to. The two of you became fast friends. “We’ve been co-workers for sometime now.”

You look up at Percy and sigh, “I was with Alyssa. But, um,” you gulp, heart racing at the memory. “Something happened.” Percy gives you an inquisitive look as you look around you, now all of the Weasley’s eyes interested in what you had to say. So much for some privacy. “Alyssa’s father...he...got himself mixed with some of the wrong people...” you trail off as Percy sighs. “Lucius Malfoy decided to pay us a visit and...he killed him. Alyssa and I and her mother and sisters made it out in time, but we got separated. She just yelled at me to drive and...” you start becoming overwhelmed with the images of what had happened and tears start trailing down your face as a small sob escapes your lips as you quickly cover it.

Percy places a hand on your shoulder and rubs your back with a sad smile. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers as you pull yourself together with a deep breath. “You’re safe here. I promise that. Mum will take good care of you. We all will,” Percy gives you a small smile and for some reason, that makes you feel relaxed. Looking around at the people in the room, you feel comforted and safe. Something you needed after today. 

Coming back was Ginny with a fresh jumper. She gave you a good look and said, “You know what? Just come up to my room actually. You can wear some of my clothes and get out of those wet ones, yeah?” she offers you a kind smile and her hand as you gladly accept, following her up to her room.

As you disappear up the stairs, Fred watches you with a small smile on his lips. Molly and Arthur occupy themselves with talk about where you would sleep for the night and how they would reconfigure sleeping arrangements. George and Ron start fighting about how the fire isn’t big enough. But Fred just can’t stop watching you go up and up and up the stairs.

He clears his throat and then speaks, “Perc...hey.” Percy walks over to his brother. “This (Y/N) girl...she didn’t go to Hogwarts...did she?” he asks.

Percy shakes his head, “No. She’s been studying under her father since she was born practically. She’s a great person. Really funny, really smart, and damn good at her job,” he explains to Fred, who clings onto every last word. Fred didn’t know what it was, but there was something about you that just drew him in. And he wanted to know every thing there was to know about you. Percy quickly recognizes the look in his brother’s eyes and says, “Don’t get any ideas, Fred. Come on, she’s my friend.”

Fred shrugs, “So. Does she have a partner?” Percy sighs. “Great. So she’s available,” he wiggles his eyebrows as Percy slaps his arm. “I’m not gonna make a move on her, Percy! Godric...not yet at least.” But before Percy can slap him again, Fred is running away in the other room to join his twin and younger brother on the floor.

Practically jumping on George, Fred smothers his brother as George groans, “Would you get off of me, git?” Fred laughs before taking a seat next to him. “What’s got you so excited?” George looks at his twin before instantly realizing the change in his mood. “Good Godric, really? You fancy the girl? Merlin, Fred, she just got here and she’s clearly in distress over what she saw today!” George whisper yells at Fred who is too happy to care about what his brother scolds him over. 

He simply speaks, “I don’t plan on jumping on the girl tonight, George. I just am looking to get to know her better.”

“Before you jump on her,” Ron speaks, making George laugh as Fred slaps his younger brother upside the head.

“Hey! Who said I was doing to do any of that!” he defends himself. “I think she’s beautiful. I don’t know. There’s something about her that I...just can’t put my finger on. I don’t know. I just wanna get to know her better. Alright? Can you live with that?” Fred speaks to his brothers as they look at each other knowingly. 

But before Fred can defend himself further, you are back in the room, changed into fresh clothes from Ginny. You pull the jumper down more, covering your midriff as you sit back down on the floor in front of the fire with Ginny, you and her making light conversation. And the while, Fred steals little glances here and there. 

“So, you didn’t go to Hogwarts, but you learned under your father?” Ginny asks as you nod happily.

There was a part of you that felt like you really missed out on an experience. Not attending Hogwarts was a choice that your parents made without your input and you wished every day that you had spoken up and told them that you wanted to go. But instead, they argued that learning directly under your father would be a better education and whatever you didn’t learn, you could easily pick up with some help from your father, your mother, or any of their friends in the ministry. Other than that, you had a relatively happy childhood, working with magical creatures daily, running around the different departments with other children you could find. Life was good, until trouble started to appear in spurts.

You reply, “Yeah. When he steps down from his position, I’ll be there to take it over. It’s what I’ve been working towards my whole life.” When you spoke the sentence, it stung. It wasn’t like you had a choice. Your future was set out for you since the day you were born. 

Ginny smiles, “That’s really cool though. You don’t need to work about OWLs or NEWTs or any exams. Sounds pretty sweet.” You give her a weak laugh. Pretty sweet. 

Molly comes back in the room, a small cup of tea in her hands. “Black tea, cream, no sugar,” she coos. “Percy told me how you take it,” she winks as you smile and thank her graciously. “I’m glad to see that you’re in warm clothes now. For tonight, and I hope you don’t mind, you’ll spend the night in Fred and George’s room. George will spend the night in Ron’s room and Fred will sleep on the couch down here, so you’ll have some privacy,” Molly speaks with a smile.

You look around the room, “Oh! I can take the couch! Really! I don’t want to kick anyone out of their room!” you tell the group as they all give you small smiles.

“Nonsense!” Molly smiles. “A guest deserves to sleep on a proper bed. Besides this is just for tonight. Tomorrow morning, Arthur and Percy will get the extra mattress from the attic and bring it down into Ginny’s room.” You shake your head and profusely thank the twins for giving up their room and the both of them just smile while Fred drops his left eye into a wink, making your heart flutter in your chest. “You can stay here as long as you need, dear. We can find someone to come in and fix your car.”

But before you can protest, Fred speaks up, “Actually, no need to call someone, Mum. George and I fixed the flying Ford Anglia, I’m sure we can fix some muggle car.”

“What the bloody hell are you on about, we ne-”

Fred nudges George in the stomach, making him double over with an oof, as Fred smiles and continues, “We’ll have it repaired in no time.”

You look over at Fred with curious eyes and a small smile. There was something about him that just was so magnetic. His brown eyes, tufts of messy red hair, loose t-shirt that clung onto his arm muscles that flexed so gently underneath the green fabric. Just his smile was enough to have you captivated for eons. “Thanks,” you simply state with a smile and he nods. “Um,” you break away from his gaze. “I’ll, uh, get ready for bed then, I guess. It’s quite late.”

You rise from the floor and scurry up the stares, feeling eyes on you, and for some reason, you hoped that Fred was one of them.

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It was two in the morning and the whole house was dead asleep. Except for you. Each time you closed your eyes, you felt the feelings and panic from hours before. Your heart thumped in your chest as you toss and turned in your sleep, an unsettled feeling wrestling in your stomach. 

Giving up, you sit straight up and huff, hearing the clock tick insistently on the wall, mocking you. You roll your eyes and swing your legs over the unfamiliar bed and rub your face. Standing up from the bed, you start to slug over to the door and down the stairs, trying to see if maybe a change of scenery would do you some good. 

When you walk down the stairs, you are careful to be quiet, not to wake up Fred. But lucky for you, he was wide awake, sitting on the floor in front of the fire place that was mere glowing embers. Fred turns and looks at you, a small smile dancing on his lips when he sees you. “Didn’t think you would be up,” you smile at him before taking a seat next to him on the floor, him scooting over so you could enjoy the residual warmth from the fire. 

Fred shrugs, “Couch isn’t super comfortable. The springs are digging into my back.”

You give him a sorry smile. “I’m sorry that I took your room for the night. I told you that I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. Not too late to take me up on my offer...” you give him a joking nudge, earning a light chuckle from one half of the Weasley twins.

“Very kind of you, but you take the room. I don’t mind sharing. Especially if it’s with a pretty girl,” he flirts as you feet heat rise to your cheeks, turning away from him so he couldn’t see your small smile. But Fred knows and that’s only earned him a proud feeling in his chest. “So,” he starts. “You’re friends with my dork brother, eh?” 

You lightly laugh, “He’s not a dork. Percy has been a really great friend. I really don’t know what I would do without him.” Fred gives you a small smile. “Truly. He’s really been my best mate.”

Fred wiggles his brows, teasing you. “Best mates, eh?” He bumps his shoulder into you as you giggle and roll your eyes. 

“Percy and I are just friends, come on,” you give him a playful shove. Fred smiles and shakes his head as you feel suddenly confident, a flirtatious comment falling off of your lips. “If we were, do you think I’d be down here talking to his cute brother?”

The comment makes Fred look at you, at first with wide eyes which eventually fades into a little smirk with ruby red cheeks. He chuckles, “Touché.” 

You and Fred sit next to the fire and continue to make conversation, talking about you, your life back home, and Fred and the joke shoppe. The more you talk to him the more you realize how easily conversation flowed between the two of you. Talking with Fred was like breathing; you didn’t need to think about it, it just happened so effortlessly. He made you laugh until you clutched your sides, doubled over in pain, which made his heart swell. Your laugh sounding like a beautiful melody of a familiar tune, something he could never grow tired of hearing.

“The shoppe really is a dream come true,” Fred smiles to himself as he watches the fire dwindle down. “It’s what George and I have always wanted our whole lives.” Watching Fred talk about the joke shoppe and seeing all the joy and passion behind his eyes was like watching fireworks. Captivating. The way he spoke about running his own business with his best mate and brother made a smile creep its way onto your face. “I can only imagine it’s the same way you feel about taking over your father’s position,” Fred looks to you with a hopeful smile as you gulp thickly.

You shrug, “Yeah. You can say that.” You wished you sounded more enthusiastic, but truth of the matter was you had no passion behind what you did. Sure, growing up you dreamed of taking over your father’s position and becoming head of the department. But as you grew up, you took up other interests and hobbies that outgrew your love of magical creatures. 

Fred instantly noticed your change in tone and twisted his eyebrows together. “That’s not a very convincing answer,” he laughs as you lightly chuckle. “You don’t want to take over his position?”

With a sigh, you rub your hands over your face. “I do, but...I don’t?” you look at him, wrapping your arms around your knees, bringing them close to your chest. You turn towards Fred and start, “I mean, my whole future was planned out for me when I was born. First born takes over the position. I’m first born so everything has been etched in stone for me. I love my family and what they do and I’ve always been passionate about it...but somethings missing, you know? As I grew up, I took different interests and now...I don’t know if I want to be in that position. I don’t want to be a part of the ministry anymore.” The confession was a lot to dump onto Fred, but for some reason you felt like he would understand. That he would listen to you. “I’m sorry that was a lot to unload.”

“Don’t apologize,” Fred smiles at you, placing a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently, making your heart race at the simple touch. Fred turns to face you, knees brushing against each other as you nibble on the inside of your cheek. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what do you want to do with your life?”

A small smile appears on your face. “I want to own a book shoppe. I know it sounds dorky, but I want to own my own book store with every book in the world. Fantasy, mythology, history, science, maths, everything under the sun. I want people to come in and read and sit and learn new things,” you light up at the thought of having a place to call your own. “I regret every day not getting the ‘real school’ experience, but in a weird way, I think owning a book store would make up for it?” you lightly laugh as Fred stares at you with a dreamy smile on his face.

The way you spoke about books and people and learning was unlike anything he had ever seen. You completely lit up like a Christmas tree and Fred was smitten. “You want to know my opinion?” Fred asks as you nod. “I think...you should leave the ministry and open up your own bookstore,” he tells you as you lightly laugh. “I’m serious. You don’t have half the passion for the ministry like you do for the bookstore. This is your dream. You should follow it.”

“Okay, but opening a bookstore requires money and investors and actually getting books. I don’t have nearly enough,” you sigh as a mischievous smile appears on Fred’s face. “Uh oh. I don’t like that smile.”

Fred laughs, “It’s a good smile, don’t worry. What if...George and I were your first investors. I mean, the joke shoppe is booming and we have the money to invest in a small business.”

You start shaking your head. He was being overly generous for someone you just met today. “Oh, Fred, I couldn’t ask you to do that. That’s you and George’s money and-”

“And I want to use it where I see fit. And I think your business proposal is very promising,” Fred tells you with a small smirk as you sigh, heart fluttering at the way his face is illuminated by the embers of the fire place. “Sleep on it. I don’t need an answer right now. But you should think about it, (Y/N).”

You smile softly, playing with the cuffs of Ginny’s maroon jumper, heart thumping your chest. Slowly, you look up at Fred and his eyes are glued on yours, a soft smile on his pink lips. The two of you don’t say a word, just sat there, looking at one another, taking each other in as the fire crackles, the faint smell of burnt wood filling your senses. In this moment, Fred looked like someone you had known your whole life. Like you were supposed to be here, looking at him right now. You can feel his knee brush against you again, making the hairs on your arms stand up, goosebumps erupting along your skin as you inhale sharply. 

Clearing your throat, you start to stand up. “I should probably get back to bed,” you interrupt the moment as Fred follows suit.

“Yeah, uh, you’re right. I gotta get up early anyway to start fixing your car,” Fred scratches the back of his neck as you make your way back to the stairs. “Goodnight, (Y/N). Sweet dreams.”

You stop on the third step and smile shyly at Fred. “Goodnight, Fred. Sweet dreams,” you repeat before walking up the stairs, a bright grin etched on your face.

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Two days have past since you arrived at the Weasleys. Morning comes quickly, day light streaming in through the window as you wake with a large stretch. You rub your eyes and look at the clock on the wall, the hands pointing to 10:13am. You had slept in later than expected, but maybe that’s what you needed. Slowly, you peel yourself from the bed and make your way downstairs, the hustle and bustle of the Weasley house in full swing. Ginny, Percy, and Ron are at the table, eating toast and eggs. “Look who decided to join the land of the living,” Percy teases as you smile with a groggy hey. “You hungry? Mum made enough eggs and toast to feed every fifth year at Hogwarts,” Percy laughs as you take a seat next to him, accepting a full plate of eggs, buttered toast, and a cup of tea the way you like it.

“Thank you, Molly,” you smile at the woman who places dirty dishes and pans in the sink as the magically begin to wash themselves.

She sends you a sweet smile and a wink, “Don’t mention it, dearest. Eat up. If you’re still hungry, there’s plenty more in the fridge.” 

As you start to eat, Ginny and Ron start to talk about the plans for the day, talking of maybe playing a quidditch match in the yard, Ginny entertains the idea of taking a trip to Diagon Alley, Ron going back and forth if he should visit Hermione or not. Percy just states he’ll be doing work from his room as you roll your eyes, nudging him lightly at how studious he was. You scan the table and the living room to see no Fred or George. They couldn’t be sleeping still, Fred wasn’t on the couch and Ron’s room was empty when you passed it. “Where are the twins?” you ask Percy as you bite into your toast.

“Outside fixing your car. Fred’s been working on it since Mum woke up. And she gets up early,” Percy emphasizes as you laugh. “George should be out there too or he’s in the shed looking for spare parts,” Percy sips his black coffee.

You nod and finish munching on your toast and eggs before rising from the table, placing your dish in the sink, and making your way outside to see what was going on. 

As you step outside, the warm sun engulfs you as you realize just how hot it was. Not the weather for Ginny’s heavy jumper that you slept in. But before you can complain about the heat, your eyes stumble on a sight that made you feel weak in the knees. 

You gulp thickly as you mouth run dry as the desert. Fred is leaning over the hood of your car, arms flexed as he tightens knobs on the engine, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Surrendering to the August heat, Fred pulls his shirt over his head to reveal his toned back muscles that glisten with summer sweat. He runs his grease covered hands through his hair, sweeping it back, his biceps flexing before he returns to his position covering over the car, grunting as he uses his strength to tighten and fix the bolts. His pants hang low on his waist as the tops of his boxers peak out from the material, making you inhale deeply. It felt so wrong to look at him, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the toned man in front of you. 

Finally snapping yourself out of your trance, you clear your throat, making your presence known. Fred turns towards you and a smile immediately forms on his lips. “Working hard or hardly working,” you tease him as you walk towards the car, leaning against him as Fred chuckles.

“Well, I’ve been up since six in the morning trying to fix this thing with no avail. So maybe the latter is more fitting,” he jokes as you smile. “How did you sleep last night?”

“Just fine,” you shrug before saying, “Um, thanks for staying up and talking with me for a bit the other night. It was nice.”

Fred smiles and folds his arms across his chest, your eyes darting down quickly to watch how his strong arms flexed over his toned chest, making you stomach do a flip. “Yeah, of course. You make great company,” he winks at you as you can’t help but giggle at his flirtatious remark. “Anyway, have you thought about my proposal?” he ask, raising his eyebrows and leaning over the hood of the car, closer to you as your heart stops at how close he was to you in this moment, mind drawing blank as your eyes scan over his naked top half. Fred notices your stare and he smirks, “Cat got your tongue, darling?” he coos.

But before you can speak, a voice interrupts, “Fred, would you quite harassing the guest?” You turn around to see George making his way back with a tool box and a wrench that he tosses to Fred who catches it with ease. “Morning, (Y/N),” George beams as you smile at him. “If my brother will stop flirting with you, hopefully we’ll get the car fixed by tonight.”

You chuckle as Fred rolls his eyes, continuing to work on the engine as you pry yourself from the car. “I appreciate it a lot. Taking the time out of your day to fix the car,” you tell the twins as they both smile and say it was no problem. “I’ll, uh, I’ll catch up with you two later,” you walk backwards back to the house before leaving the twins alone to fix the car as a smile lingers on your lips.

Fred watches you walk away, disappearing back into the house, his mind fixating on the way you looked in that jumper and sleep shorts, going to places where he shouldn’t really be thinking about. George punches Fred’s arm and snaps him out of his daydream. “Are you kidding, mate?” George laughs. “Come on.”

Fred groans, “I can’t stop thinking about her, George.” George rolls his eyes and shoves Fred out of the way, taking a look at the engine of the car. “We talked the other night for hours. She’s smart, and she’s funny, and bloody hell, she’s fucking gorgeous,” Fred huffs, running his fingers through his hair at the thought of you. He had just met you two days ago and you were already the first and last thing on Fred’s mind when he woke up and went to bed. “And I know there’s something there, mate. It’s just...awkward since we’re around everyone all the time,” Fred explains. “But I like her, George.”

George looks at his brother, giving him a look before realizing the sincerity behind his eyes and hopeful smile on his lips. George sighs and speaks, “Alright then. I’d say go for it, mate. If you think that there’s potential, what’s holding you back?” 

“Her life,” he breathes out as he leans against the car. “She works for the ministry. That’s where her life is, but she hates it. She told me that she wants to break away and move and open her own bookstore. (Y/N) wants a different life, but her obligations are holding her back,” Fred explains to George to tightens a bolt on the engine before looking up at his brother with a face that reads And? “I want to help her,” Fred speaks. “And not because I have a crush on her. Because she deserves it. After everything she’s been through, I want to help her live her dream,” he tells George who folds his arms over his chest. “Our dream came true and if we didn’t have help from Harry, who knows if and when our business would have taken off. The same can be said for (Y/N) and her dream.”

George goes back and forth as Fred anticipates a positive answer from his twin. With a sigh, George says, “Alright. Let’s do it. But under one condition!” Fred furrows his brows. “Don’t be doing this just because you fancy her. You really want to help her, right?” he clarifies.

Fred smiles gently, thinking about you and how happy you would be to receive the news that your dream is becoming a reality. “More than anything. She deserves it,” Fred speaks quietly as George smiles at his brother.

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Night had rolled around just as quickly as the morning came and you were sat on the floor of Ginny’s room on the mattress as everyone got ready for bed. In your hands, a letter from Alyssa, that an owl had brought in just minutes ago. She was safe, thank Merlin, back in London, waiting for your arrival. But the thought of leaving the Weasleys now, when you were just getting to know everyone, made your chest feel tight with sadness. Getting to know your mate’s family was enjoyable, especially with this newfound connection with Fred. Leaving now would just screw things up. 

But you had duties to attend. The ministry, your family, Alyssa. You needed to get things back on track before staying here caused them to derail yet again. 

You hear footsteps coming from down the hall as you fold the parchment and tuck it in your waistband of your shorts as you rise from the mattress. Instead of Ginny appearing in the door way like you expected, it was a freshly showered Fred in his pajama bottoms and an old white t-shirt that was just thin enough so you could see the outlines of his toned torso. His lifts his hands up so he can hang on the door frame, his eyes tracing you up and down quickly. You smile gently, “You fix my car, Weasley?”

He chuckles, “Come take a look for yourself.”

The two of you start down the stairs, leaving the rest of the Weasley family behind as you made your way outside. The summer night is mild, the sounds of crickets fill the air, and the breeze smells of grass and dew. Fred runs over to your car that’s a few feet away from the back of the house and jumps into the driver’s seat, putting the key in the ignition, and the engine roars. You smile and clap your hands, a job well done. Fred hops back out as you sit yourself on the hood of the car, facing him. “Nicely done,” you compliment him as he pretends to tip his hat to you. “So, how long did it take you two to realize that there was a spell for fixing the car engine?” you reveal as Fred’s eyes widen.

“You knew this whole time and yet you made us work in the bloody heat?!” he exclaims with a small smile on your face as you laugh out loud, throwing your head back and clutch your sides. “You’re a monster!” he teases, slightly shoving your arm.

You laugh, “Come on, you had to admit it was funny. Ron starting placing bets on who would figure it out first. Molly even joined in at one point.” Fred scoffs and rolls his eyes. “But still...a job well done. Thank you. I’ll have to think of a way to repay you.”

Fred gives you a look and speaks, “I have a few things in mind...” Your heart starts beating quicker as your mouth becomes dry as Fred moves to stand in between your legs, hands on either side of you on the car. “First of them being,” he starts, “Move to London and start your own business.”

Part of you is disappointed with the request, wanting something else from the fire haired boy, but you sigh, “Fred, you know I ca-”

“George and I spoke this morning. We both want to help you get you on your feet, so we’re investing in your bookstore,” he gushes as you look at him with wide eyes. “There is an available building across the street from the joke shoppe. With your consent, we’ll put the down payment on it tomorrow and the shoppe is all yours. When business is booming, you can pay us back. But until then, the store is all yours. Ready to go when you are,” Fred tells you.

You are completely overwhelmed with the news and can’t wrap your mind around why they were doing this. Why you? You were speechless. “Fred, I-” you stutter. “I don’t know what to say...thank you...this is...I don’t know how to describe it, but I don’t kn-”

“You don’t have to thank me or George. We wanted to do this. Seeing you talk about how passionate you were made me want to help you out. It reminded me of when George and I were dreaming of starting a business. We wanted to help someone who we saw potential in. Or I saw potential in,” Fred tells you, scratching his neck, nervously looking down as your heart swelled. “And since you’re across the street from the shoppe, that means we can see each other more often,” he says. “If you want that is. It’s also a good way for Percy to come see you too if you prefer that over seeing me or George, you know. I don’t want to assume anything,” he rambles as you giggle.

Fred looks into your eyes as you gently smile at him. The moon illuminated his face in the darkness, softening his sharp features as he sighed, looking at you. In this light, you were close to perfection. Fred wanted to melt on the floor when you looked at him with those eyes. Eyes that held so much beauty and adoration. 

It wasn’t until his forehead gently touched yours that you realized you were moving in closer. Fred gently brushed his nose against yours, making you lightly laugh before he slowly connected your lips into a gentle kiss. When his lips touched yours, it set your body on fire. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips were soft and sweet against yours, moving gently, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, kissing you deeply. The kiss made you feel lightheaded and foggy, losing your senses, but at the same time, all of your senses felt heightened in the moment. Fred was addictive, you wanted more and more and more and that’s what made him dangerous. But you were too caught up in the feeling of his hands on your skin, lips pressing against him, soft moans falling from your lips into his mouth. 

As Fred wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands brush up against something tucked into your waistband of your shorts. His laces his brows together before plucking it from your waistband, breaking your kiss as you whine when he does so. “What’s this?” he asks, holding up the parchment, confused.

You sigh and take it from him, playing with the letter in your hands. “It’s a letter, from Alyssa...she told me she’s safe with her mum and sisters. She’s in London,” you tell him as he smiles, rubbing your leg, knowing that her safety was important to you. “She’s...waiting for me...to come back to the ministry so we can get back to work,” you tell him.

Fred just laughs, “Well, you’re gonna have to break the news to her. I’ll get Errol and you can send her a letter tonight, telling her not to wait up.” But before Fred can run inside and get you parchment and a quill, you grab his hand and stop him, giving him a sad look. His happy eyes turn into confusion which turn into realization. “You are going to quit the ministry, right?” he asks as you sadly look away from him and back down at the parchment in your hands, nervously fumbling with it. “(Y/N), you hate it there. You have to quit.”

“I have duties, Fred. To my family. To the ministry. To myself. I can’t just throw away everything I’ve been working towards for years just for a silly dream!” you exclaim to him as he frustratedly runs his hands through his hair.

He scoffs, “A silly dream that I believe in. That George believes in. That you, at one point, believed in! I can help you! I’ll...I’ll...I’ll go down to the ministry with you tomorrow and help you face your father and Alyssa and all of them. We can move you out and into a flat and you can start living the life you wanted. Don’t you want that?” he throws his hands in the air defeated.

The whole situation had you torn up. Fred was offering you the chance of a lifetime. Your dream. Everything you desired Fred wanted to give to you with no strings attached. He just wanted to see you happy, doing the thing you loved. But on the other hand, you had an obligation to your family and the ministry. Leaving them would get you into some deep shit that would be too hard to recover from or climb out of. The last thing you wanted to do was pull Fred down with you. 

You retort, “Just because I want it doesn’t mean it’s right for me, Fred!” Fred stands there in silence, shaking his head. “People are depending on me to assume this position after my father steps down. If I let them down, the whole ministry will have a vendetta against me. Do you realize what that means for me? It means I’ll lose everything. My dreams. The shoppe. My family....you...” you trail off at that last bit, but Fred catches it and looks at you with sad eyes. “Fred, I like you. I really do, but I can’t put you in a position that will make life a living hell for you.”

Fred shakes his head, “I am ready to take on whatever it is if it means you are happy. If it means that there’s a chance for us.”

His words make your heart ache with how much he already cared and it had only been three days since you met. But something deep down told you that this was something to fight for. Something to fight like hell for. But you didn’t know if you were prepared for that fight. “Freddie...I can’t...” you whisper to him, holding his face in your hands, trying to reach his sensibilities. 

Fred gulps and stays quiet for a moment, but it feels like years. “Okay,” he simply states. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” The tone of his voice makes your heart break. “I, um, I should probably get back inside. We both should. It gets cold out here quite quickly.”

Peeling himself away from you, he starts back to the Burrow as you hop down from the hood of the car. “Fred,” you call out as he turns around. “I’m sorry.”

He looks back at you and shakes his head. “Me too.”

Fred continues to walk back into the house as you stand outside, in front of your car, letter in your hand, heart breaking in your chest. The decision you made was right, but why did it feel so wrong?

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“Percy, I can carry my own backpack to my car,” you laugh as you follow him down the stairs, Percy a few steps ahead of you.

Without looking back he speaks, “I insist. Now, go put something in your stomach. The drive back to London is long, so fill up.” You smile and shake your head as you walk into the kitchen as the rest of the Weasleys are sat around the table. You take a seat next to Ginny you passes you a plate full of pancakes as you graciously accept it. 

Everyone greets you with a small smile or a good morning, but Fred just looks up at you with sad eyes before going back to pushing food around his plate. But that didn’t stop you from glancing at him every now and again, wishing you could make him happier. The fact of the matter was that neither of you were happy with the decision that had to be made. Fred had offered you the world on a silver platter and yet you refused in fear of the consequences. You had only known him for two days and yet he was so ready to help you, to make you happy. How could he be so sure of something when you were so unsure of everything. 

But you push the thought aside and start to eat your breakfast. Ron starts conversation, “So, what’s the first thing you’re doing when you get back, (Y/N)?” he asks.

You think for a moment with a sigh. “There’ll probably a stack of work for me to sort through. I’ll tend to that first. And after that’s done...I don’t know. Probably try to get back in the routine of things, help my father out, tend to some department issues,” you speak plainly. The mundane nature of life back at home made your stomach twist as you thought of it in comparison to what life could be back in London in Diagon Alley with a bookstore to call your own...Fred right across the way...

Your thoughts are interrupted with a short chuckle from George. “Doesn’t sound like too much fun,” he tells you as you sigh with a small smile, figuring that Fred told him that you were taking him up on their offer of investment. 

“Is work supposed to be fun?” you ask, taking a bite off your fork.

Fred sarcastically laughs. “Yes, actually. George and I love what we do for a living. Work isn’t supposed to be a task, it should be something you love. Something you have a passion for. Something that makes you want to get out of bed and work towards. Otherwise, what’s your life then? Something so mundane and boring and when you’re dead you end up regretting what you did with it?” Fred blurts as George elbows him under the table. Fred stops, realizing that he may have gone too far. 

His words start to circle and dance around in your head, each one of them hitting you in the chest like a bullet. He was right. Why waste all of your time and effort into something you couldn’t care about? But it was too late. You were set out for the ministry and your family expected your arrival today. 

You finish eating breakfast and circle back to Ginny’s room, doing a once over to make sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. As you walked down the stairs of the Burrow, you felt sad to leave. Even the three days you spent here were the best days of the summer. Each day brought something new and exciting. Waking up each morning to see happy faces, Fred’s face...that was something you would cherish. 

One by one, you say your goodbyes and profusely thank the Weasleys for letting you stay for so long. Molly insists it was nothing and you can come visit whenever you liked. When you get to Fred, you don’t know whether to hug him or just move on. But he decides for you. “Can I walk you to your car actually?” he asks you as you nod gently. 

You give Percy a tight hug as you speak, “I’ll see you at work, Perc.”

But Percy turns to speak in your ear, “Will I?” You pull away from him sharply, giving him a look. Percy just smiles and speaks, “You’re a smart girl, (Y/N). A talented one at that. You are too big for the ministry.” You give him a gentle smile as he whispers, “Get the fuck out of there. For my sake.”

But before you can say anything, Fred and you are walking out of the Burrow and to your car. The walk to your car is awkward and quiet as you play with the hem of your t-shirt, kicking rocks as you walk down the dirt path. Fred digs his hands in his pockets as he walks to your car.

When you make it to your car, you turn to the tall ginger and sigh. The two of you just look at each other for a moment before Fred reaches out and brushes a piece of hair from your face as you lean into his touch. His touch makes your heart flutter as he smiles gently at you before pressing his lips to your forehead, kissing it sweetly. “Goodbye, (Y/N).”

Fred gives your hand a squeeze before letting it go gently, walking away from you and back to the Burrow. Your heart is beating a mile a minute and walking him walk away is like someone stabbing you in the gut. This isn’t how things were supposed to end. He wasn’t supposed to let you go. But if he was gonna let you go, you weren’t going to let him go. 

“Fred!” you call out, making him halt in his tracks and turn back to you, shielding his eyes from the bright August sun. Your chest is heavy as you gather up all the confidence you have in your body. “I fucking hate the ministry. I hate my job. I don’t want to take over for my father. I don’t want to take this path that’s been made for me!” you exclaim, arms stretched. Fred just looks at you. “I want to open a bookstore. I want to help people learn. I want to wake up every morning, excited for the day. I want to wake up every morning and...see you,” you confess to him with a smile. “I want you, Fred.”

Fred just stands there for a moment before slowly walking back towards you and you inhale deeply, trying to keep your negative thoughts at bay. When he reaches you, he lets a small smile creep its way on his face. “I want you. I want to wake up every day and see your beautiful face staring back at me. I want to be there for you, to make you happy, to support you, to protect you. To make you feel safe and sound. I want you, (Y/N),” he confesses back as you smile widely.

The two of you waste no more time as his lips connect to yours, holding you in his arms. His lips are smiling into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. He pulls away with a goofy grin on his face as you chuckle, “My parents are going to kill me. The ministry is not gonna be happy about this.”

“Fuck the ministry,” he laughs as you join in. “I’m going to be by your side the whole time, helping you through it all. I swear. Through all the ups and downs.”

You hold his face in your hands as your heart swells in your chest. “I don’t like that I’m getting you into so much trouble,” you admit.

Fred rolls his eyes, “Oh, please, sweetheart. Trouble is my middle name.”

The two of you share another quick kiss before Fred grabs your hand and the two of you walk back to the Burrow, happily linked together. Fred calls out, “Ron! Go get the mattress again! We’ve got company!” 

[1-800-amortentia]

here for you (fred weasley x fem!reader)

summary: y/n find out shes pregnant after the war.

genre: drama/sad

a/n: thinking too hard. this is just short and sad. ily <3

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y/n sat on the cold tile floor of the bathroom. her heart pounding as she waited for the results. hermione was still asleep in her bed. she’d been staying over the past few days. you’d been really bad the last few days. yesterday was fred’s wake. 

“please no” you mumbled to yourself. your hands and arms wrapped around your shoulders as you sobbed into your knees. you lost your boyfriend in the war, you constantly blamed yourself. 

“if i would’ve pulled him with me-” 

“y/n, you did nothing wrong. he risked his life for yours.” george explained. 

here you were in fred’s ‘f’ sweater, your bare legs shook in fear. you slowly grabbed the test. it was upside down. her hands shook. 

“you alright love?” he asked. you shook your head yes. he pulled you toward him. 

“i love you fred” you cried. fred squeezed you closer to him. 

“ forever okay? if something happens, ill always be with you. forever.” he whispers. y/n closes her eyes. 

“it’ll be okay, we’ll be okay” she whispered. 

“lets go, love”

two lines. two lines. two fucking lines. big and blue. y/n felt herself become hollow as she sobbed into her hands, she set the test on the ground beside her. she head pounded as she tried to cry as quiet as possible. 

“y/n?” hermione whispered. y/n looked up, seeing hermione and george in the door way. y/n looked back down on the ground. 

hermione gasped once she realized what was next to y/n. hermione dropped to her knees, hugging the sobbing girl. 

“what is it?” george asked, picking up the white stick. hermione looked over at the tall man, handing him the pregnacy test box to read. as his eyes darted over the words on the back of the box, his eyes began to water. 

“oh my merlin, im....im so sorry y/n” he mumbled, throwing his arms over the small girls shaking frame. 

“what am i gonna do?” she whispered. hermione stood up. 

“lets get you off this floor, onto the couch okay? im gonna make a phone call.” she said sternly, walking out of the bathroom. george picked her up. hermione had basically moved into the shop’s apartment. y/n and hermione slept on the large comfortable couch. y/n hated seeing her and fred’s bed empty. she didnt want to sleep in it yet. george set her down on the couch, pulling a blanket over her. george and y.n had been bestfriend’s since their first year. that how she met fred. hermione sat next to her. 

“are you... are you going to keep it?” she asked, y/n stayed silent. 

“i dont know. i dont have anyone really.” she whispered. y/n had watched her mother be killed by death eater, the same as her father, and now the love of her life. 

molly and ginny bursted through the door. 

“what happened.” ginny asked. y/n dropped the test into ginny’s hand. molly gasped. 

“oh sweetheart” molly mumbled. y/n dropped her hands into her hands. they walked over to her. 

“i can help with the baby, okay?” molly whispered y/n began to cry. 

“i wish he was still her. he’d know what to do” ginny whispered. 

“i dont know if i can do this-”

“y/n black, you are the strongest woman i’ve ever met dear, do you understand? we love you” molly whispered. y/n shook her head and hugged molly. 

“we’re here for you.”

[malfoymanortings]

lavender and velvet //part seven

SUMMARY: she had her fathers eyes, his aristocratic looks, her grandmothers spite, her mothers heart, but the one thing she didn't have was the love of her father that her god brother received. juliet black finally meets her father who has already decided who his child is.

PAIRINGS: to be decided.

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“Miss Black, wake up.”

Juliet was jolted from her sleep to the sound of her head of house’s voice, opening her eyes to see Snape looming over her menacingly. The sight caused her to jump to attention immediately, and she quickly sat up while eyeing him suspiciously.

“Professor Snape, why are you..” Juliet trailed off, very confused.

“Arthur Weasley has been injured,” Snape responded distastefully, motioning for her to get out of bed. “You are due in Dumbledore’s office with the rest of his children and Mr. Potter.”

“Is he alright?” adrenaline now waking her thoroughly, Juliet hurried off the bed, ignoring Snape’s grimace when he saw she was only wearing a shirt. She quickly tugged on shorts, grabbing her robe and her wand.

“I am unsure of his condition,” Snape was clearly annoyed now. “I had to get you quickly so that you could leave with the rest. Unless you want to be left behind, I suggest you come now.”

“What about my trunk, my owl?” Juliet questioned, following Snape out of the dormitory and down the steps. The castle floor was cold on her bare feet, and she cursed herself for not thinking of putting on her shoes.

“It will all find its way to you.” Snape responded dismissively, opening the door leading out to the common room.

The two walked swiftly to Dumbledore’s office in silence, Juliet’s heart pounding in her chest. How had Arthur been hurt? Was it something to do with the Order? It had to have been bad, for them to rouse the Weasley’s and her out of their sleep to leave the castle.

Snape entered Dumbledore’s office first, where Harry and the Weasley’s were gathered around the headmaster’s desk. Juliet followed suit, immediately drawing her eyes on George, who stood next to Fred with similar expressions of worry and fear on their faces.

“Oh Georgie, Freddie,” Juliet breathed out, gathering the tall boys in a group hug. They held back to her tightly for a moment, before they all pulled away from each other. “What’s happened?”

“Harry saw dad being attacked,” George answered, looking quite shaken. “We dunno if he’s going to be alright or not.”

“He will,” Juliet replied forcefully, taking George’s hand in her own. “He has to be.”

“You have all used a Portkey before?” asked Dumbledore, interrupting whatever George was going to say. Everyone looked at the old man, nodding as they reached out to touch some part of the blackened kettle on his desk. “Good. On the count of three then… one… two… three.”

Juliet felt a powerful jerk behind her navel, the ground vanished beneath her feet, her hand was glued to the kettle; she was banging into other others as all sped forward in a swirl of colors and a rush of wind, the kettle pulling them onward and then-

Her feet hit the ground so hard that her knees buckled, the kettle clattered to the ground and somewhere close at hand a voice said, “Back again, the blood traitor brats, is it true their fathers dying…?”

“OUT!” roared a second voice.

Juliet winced as she felt a pain in her feet; it seemed as though she had scraped them quite good after their harsh arrival into the gloomy basement kitchen of number twelve, Grimmauld Place. The only sources of light were the fire and one guttering candle, which illuminated the remains of a solitary supper. Kreacher’s loincloth swished around the corner leading out to the hall, and Sirius hurried over to them all, looking anxious. He was unshaved and still in his day clothes, and Juliet scrunched her nose as the scent of stale drink wafted towards them.

“What’s going on?” he said, stretching a hand to help Ginny up. “Phineas Nigellus said Arthur’s been badly injured-”

“Ask Harry,” said Fred.

“Yeah, I want to hear this for myself,” said George in a tight voice. 

Without much thought, Juliet slipped her small hand into his large one, giving him a comforting squeeze. George held back tightly, his eyes trained on Harry with a hard look.

Everyone was staring at Harry, even Kreacher's footsteps on the stairs had paused. Harry looked overwhelmed for a moment, before he launched into his tale of seeing Arthur be bitten by a rather large snake. Juliet eyed him carefully, as she had noticed a look Ron had given him when he described the scene. What was the chosen one leaving out?

Fred and George immediately began demanding they head straight off to St. Mungos, which caused an argument with Sirius. He explained that Arthur had been hurt while on duty for the Order, and it was all too dangerous for them to have already got word before anyone else. It made sense to Juliet, but of course, Fred and George were forces to be reckoned with when it came to their family.

“We don’t care about the dumb Order!” shouted Fred, cutting Sirius off.

“It’s our dad dying we’re talking about!” yelled George.

“Your father knew what he was getting into, and he won’t thank you for messing things up for the Order!” Sirius said angrily in his turn. “This is how it is -this is why you aren’t in the order- you don’t understand- there are things worth dying for!”

“Easy for you to say, stuck here!” bellowed Fred. “I don’t see you risking your neck!”

“Enough,” Juliet stepped in, standing in between her father and the twins, who glared at her. “This is hard for everyone. Think of how Umbridge has been. Do you really think it would be wise for us to rush St Mungos when no one should know about your dad yet? Whose to say they wouldn’t assume he was working against the ministry, and they either make sure he dies, or fires him?”

Fred and George still looked mutinous, but Sirius shot her a grateful look. He glanced back at Fred, and for a moment it looked like he wanted to hit the ginger haired boy, but when he spoke, it was in a voice of determined calm.

“We just have to stay put, until we hear from your mother. Alright?”

Ginny was the first to sit down. Harry and Ron sat next, at the opposite side of the table. Juliet sat next to Ginny, wincing as pain flared up from her feet. The twins glared at Sirius once more, then George sat next to Juliet while Fred sat next to Ginny.

“That’s right,” said Sirius encouragingly. “Come on, let’s all…. Let’s all have a drink while we’re waiting. Accio butterbeer!”

He raised his wand as he spoke and a dozen bottles of butterbeer came flying onto the table from the pantry. They all drank, and for a while the only sounds were those of the crackling of the fire and the soft thud of their bottles on the table.

At some point, George’s hand had found Juliet’s once more. She ran her thumb consolingly over the back of his hand, resting her head on his shoulder. In turn, George wrapped his arm around her, keeping hold of her other hand. Juliet rested her other hand on his thigh, tracing circles over his pajama pants. 

Harry seemed to be deep in thought, across the table from them, his brows furrowed and guilt written all over his face. Juliet frowned slightly. Had it not been for Harry, they would have had no idea that Arthur had even been injured. Harry shouldn’t feel guilty.

A flash of light appeared, and with it came a note from Molly, delivered by Fawkes. She told them all to stay put, and she was with Arthur now. It didn’t sound very hopeful, and that was clear to everyone in the room.

“Still alive..” George said slowly. “But that makes it sound…”

He did not need to finish the sentence. It sounded as though Arthur was hovering somewhere between live and death. Juliet held onto George’s hand tighter, and he laid his head on top of hers. Fred examined the letter himself, taking it out of George’s hand. Ron stared at the letter, as though he hoped it would bring him words of comfort.

At some point, Sirius suggested they all go to bed, but the murderous glares from the Weasley’s were enough to answer. They sat in silence around the table, watching the candle wick sink lower and lower into the liquid wax. They spoke only to check the time, wonder aloud what was happening, and reassure each other that if there was bad news , they would know straight away, as Molly was at St Mungo’s then.

Fred fell into a doze, his head sagging sideways on his shoulder. Ginny had curled up on her chair like a cat, but her eyes remained open. Ron had his head in his hands, and it was difficult to tell if he was awake or not. George kept his head rested on Juliet’s, the grip of their hands onto each other letting her know that he wasn’t asleep. 

Finally, at ten past five in the morning, the door swung open and Molly entered the kitchen. Everyone half stood in their chairs, but Molly waved them back down, giving a wan smile. She informed them that he would be alright, he was sleeping, and Bill was sitting with him now. 

They all let out shaky sighs and sounds of relief, and George, Ginny, and Juliet walked over to give Molly a hug. Sirius declared they had breakfast, and although he called for Kreacher, the house elf didn’t appear. He began breakfast himself, and Juliet slipped away to help him, Harry, of course, joined him. 

Eventually, Molly came over, waving Harry and Juliet off, to begin breakfast. She told Sirius that they would probably be spending Christmas there with him, and he beamed brightly at the news. 

Juliet felt the sudden urge to talk with her father, maybe vent about Umbridge, but before she could, Harry had taken him out of the room for a talk. Her face fell, and perhaps it was the mix of disappointment and lack of sleep, but she felt tears fill her eyes.

“Come on now darling, there’s no need for tears,” George appeared at her side, giving her a kind smile. “Let’s sit at the table while we wait for breakfast.” he reached a hand out, his thumb swiping at a tear that had escaped and rolled down her cheek.

Juliet swallowed hard, and followed George to the table with the rest of his siblings. Soon, breakfast was served and they all ate rather quickly, the nerves of the night having made them ravenous. Once they were done, and the table was cleared up, Molly ordered them all to bed. She told them that once they woke up, they would go back to visit Arthur.

The kids all trudged upstairs, Harry and Ron entering the same room they had spent the summer in. Juliet went to follow Ginny inside the room they had shared with Hermione, but George tugged on her arm.

“Would you mind..” George trailed off, suddenly looking shy. It was very unlike him. “Can you sleep in mine?”

“Oh,” Juliet paused, thoughts of Theo swarming her head. Well, he wouldn’t care anyways, would he? She and George always did this. Surely Theo wouldn’t mind, not that he would find out anyways. “Of course, Georgie.”

George smiled down at her, and she followed the twins into their room. Fred immediately fell into the bed, pulling the covers over his head, and it sounded as though he was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Juliet laid in the bed first, shrugging her robe off before she did so. She was aware of George’s eyes on her, but she ignored it. After all, he was just waiting for her to get in bed so he could lay down. He was surely worn out from waiting all night for news on his father. That was all.

George slid in next to her, turning on his side to face her. Juliet peered up at him, getting lost in the many freckles that dotted his nose. He reached out a hand, swiping her hair out of her face, resting his palm on her cheek. Juliet’s heart quickened, and she glanced at his lips before looking at his brown eyes, glistening with an emotion she couldn’t decipher. 

“Jules,” George’s voice was soft, full of exhaustion, and his eyes fluttered shut as he pulled her into his chest. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Georgie..” Juliet swallowed hard, looking at the face of her best friend. That didn’t sound like something you said to your best friend. 

George’s lips parted, and he let out a deep breath. His face relaxed, making him look much younger than his seventeen years. He was asleep, no doubt ragged from the exhaustion of the night's turn of events.

For a long moment, Juliet stared at his face. He was so handsome in a ruggedly, manly yet boyish way. His smile could brighten the darkest day and his laughter would make you laugh yourself, especially because it normally followed a joke. This close, his lips in such proximity to her, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if she just inched further and pressed them to her own-

Merlin, what was she thinking? This was her best friend she was talking about. Besides that, he had Alicia Spinnet. And she had Theo, even though they hadn’t given each other a label yet. 

Juliet screwed her eyes shut, and before long, she had fallen asleep in his embrace.

For the first time, Juliet woke up before George. It had felt like she had jolted awake, and she glanced around the room wondering what had caused it. Of course, the cause of it was Fred, who was tugging on a shirt with his trunk next to him.

“Afternoon, Jules,” Fred winked at her, looking at how she was wrapped in George’s arms. “Nice sleep?”

“Why’d you say it like that?” Juliet was immediately defensive, and despite not wanting to, she pulled out of George’s arms. She missed his warmth at once. “We always sleep together- not together, but in the same bed- oh for fucks sake, you know what I mean!”

Fred let out a roar of laughter at her words, grabbing his stomach as he fell onto his bed. He shook the frame, he was laughing so hard.

“Merlin, can you be any louder..” George sat up, his hair ruffled from his sleep. His eyes fell onto Juliet, who was an unflattering shade of maroon as she sat next to him. “What’s going on?” 

“Freddie’s just being an arse,” Juliet grumbled, carefully climbing out of bed. “I see our trunks have come. I’ll have to get ready, I’m sure we’ll be leaving soon.”

“Alright, see you,” George gave her a half wave, sitting up and glaring at Fred. “Merlin's beard Fred, what is your problem?”

Juliet left the room before she could hear his response, nearly running into Ginny in the hallway. The redhead was brushing her wet hair, her dirty clothes bundled up in her arms.

“Good, you’re up,” Ginny nodded to her, walking into their room. “We’re leaving in about ten.”

Juliet dressed quickly, jeans and a hoodie, and walked downstairs. Molly was speaking to Sirius in hushed tones, and their conversation cut off rather quickly once she came down the steps.

“Hello, dear,” Molly smiled, looking out of place on her haggard face. “Good to see you.”

Nearly at once, everyone else came bounding down the steps. Within minutes, everyone except for Sirius was heading to St. Mungos. It was most unassuming, appearing to be an abandoned muggle shop, but it was the entrance to the Wizarding hospital.

Moody and Tonks had arrived with them, but they stayed out in the hallway while the others entered the room. Arthur was doing well, sitting up and reading a book, and he thanked Harry for saving him. Soon enough, Molly was herding the kids out of the room so they could speak privately with Moody and Tonks.

It was a pleasant visit, but Fred and George had the great idea of using their Extendable ears to listen in on their discussion. Juliet was huddled around with them, as they all fought to listen in on the conversation.

“The boy’s seeing things from inside You-Know-Who’s snake… Obviously, Potter doesn’t realize what that means, but if You-Know-Who’s possessing him, then there’s no telling what can happen. Dumbledore has to take whatever precautions he can.”

Juliet pulled away from the Extendable Ear, glancing over at Harry who was now white as a sheet. The others were looking at him too, giving him a fearful once over. 

Was it possible Harry was being possessed?

They left back for Grimmauld Place shortly after. The mood was subdued, mainly due to the information they heard through their eavesdropping. Molly didn’t seem to notice much, and began prattling on about their Christmas plans and how they were going to be going to Diagon Alley the following day for the kids to do their Christmas shopping.

After they arrived back, Harry went up to take a nap, claiming he didn’t feel well. Juliet could assume it probably had more to do with what they had overheard. Fred and George headed upstairs to work on more ideas for their shop. She, Ginny, and Ron went into the living room, and began playing Exploding Snap.

“So, Jules,” Ginny nudged her knee with her own, a grin on her face. “Theodore Nott? Are things getting serious?”

Juliet blushed, suddenly wishing this conversation hadn't come up. “I wouldn’t say that, no. We haven't really given ourselves a label. Just kind of going with the flow.”

“You guys snog all the time. Seriously, I feel like he’s always touching you in some way. Plus, he carries your books for you. Literally. I didn’t even know guys did that.”

“Well, we haven’t really discussed if we were dating or not.” Juliet was starting to get very uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going now. 

“What’s this I hear?” Sirius suddenly appeared in the doorway, his arms crossed and a smile on his face. “Have you and George started dating, Juliet?”

“No!” sputtered Juliet, her face heating up as she threw out her arms in protest. “Absolutely not! We’re just friends.”

Sirius cocked a brow, his eyes narrowing. “I’ve never looked at my friends the way that boy looks at you. If you aren’t talking about George, then who are you talking about?”

Ginny began to speak, but Juliet cut her off. “No one. No one, just drop it.”

She really didn’t want her father to know she was kinda but not really dating Theodore Nott. His father was a Death Eater, she was pretty certain, and her father would certainly blow a fuse if he knew she was even friends with him.

“Alright, alright, I have other ways of finding out. Perhaps I should go have a talk with the twins…” with that, Sirius left the room.

Juliet groaned, falling backwards on the floor. She grabbed a pillow off the couch, and shoved it in her face, letting out a frustrated scream. Ginny laughed from beside her.

“Blimey, girls are difficult.” Ron muttered. 

Juliet could only hope for the best.

[callingitaday]

Sweetness

Pairing : Fred Weasley x reader (fem)

wc: 2K+ Warnings : none.. I think

Gif owner: fgweasley

6 months. 6 months since the battle. 6 months since Lord Voldemort killed your family. 6 months of nightmares and sleepless nights. 6 months of wanting it all to end. 

*flashback *

“No! No! What  are you doing here? I told you to stay away” you yelled as your parents stepped onto the battlefield. 

“ We’re here to help honey” your mom spoke

“We need everyone to fight. He can’t win. Everything will be alright, we love you” your dad finished.

“Y/N help!” Neville yelled. Running over to help fight off a death eater when you hear your mom's screams echoing through the chaos causing you to turn around and let out a blood curdling scream. You see Voldemort killing your parents, making you drop to your knees.

“MOM” you cried out

Voldemort turns his attention to you. Immediately you stand to fight, tears clouding your sight before arms are wrapped around your waist lifting you off the ground. 

“We need to go”   Fred yelled as you fought against him.

*end of flash back*

Since your family was now gone, the Weasley's have taken you in as their own. Miss Weasley or Molly as she keeps reminding you ensures that everything will be okay and you always have and forever will be a part of this family. You appreciate hearing this as it helps you while transitioning into this new beginning. 

Fred checks on you multiple times throughout the day, which gets annoying sometimes but you love him so it’s okay. You know he knows something is wrong but didn’t know what or why I wouldn’t tell him why. Fred was your best friend, he was a year older but I didn’t really seem to matter. You told each other everything but you couldn’t seem to tell him about the nightmares or the fact that you were completely and utterly in love with him. Which is the way you’d like to keep it.

As another nightmare penetrated your mind, you were awoken in a cold sweat and tears daring to fall. 3 AM you sigh, quietly making your way downstairs to make some tea. Leaving a smell light on as you made your way to the front porch the cool air felt very welcoming against your burning skin. As you said that you let your mind wander free. Thinking about simple things like how summer days were hot and the evenings were cool, how lively the house always was, how the house always smells like a bakery because Mrs. Weasley makes something new to try every day. But also thinking about the battle of Hogwarts. To your parents, to everyone and everything you lost.

Due to being zoned out you weren’t exactly aware of the things around you. The stairs begin to squeak under the weight of someone making their way down.

“Y/N? What are you doing? It's almost 4 in the morning” Fred's sleepy voice came from behind you. 

“Couldn’t sleep” Fred came up next to you before sitting down. 

“ is everything okay?” 

You sat there in silence as you thought how to answer, you didn’t really know and didn’t really wanna cry anymore. 

“Y/N?” Fred spoke quietly

“sorry,  I’m fine”  now resting your head on his shoulder

“ you’re lying come on tell me what’s going on”

“Fred…’ A silent tear falling ‘I’m sorry I can’t do that right now. Just sit with me” 

“Okay but when you’re ready I’m ready” Fred pulls you into a hug kissing your forehead. He held you for a while and once he was satisfied that you would be heading back to bed too he himself headed upstairs. Soon enough you too made your way up to bed. Letting your head hit the pillow, your eyes close. As you let the tiredness take over, hoping tomorrow will be better.

It was still early when you woke back up. The girls were still sleeping and you could hear the quick chirping of the birds outside. Quietly changing into some shorts and a t-shirt before making your way downstairs. Peeking into Ron's room as you passed, both Ron and Harry were still dead asleep and Ron was snoring quite loudly causing you to giggle a bit.

Molly was starting to make breakfast “Oh! Good morning dear” 

“Good morning” you spoke gently as you entered the kitchen. “Fresh tea is on the table” Molly added, you responded with a smile before taking a seat at the table. 

“Morning boys”

“Morning” they said in unison. George never took his eyes off the paper they were working on but Fred looked up. He tilted his head a little, giving you a smile. You look down at your cup, taking in a deep unsteady breath before looking back up at him. Forcing a small smile while taking a sip of your tea. Molly slowly started putting breakfast on the table and yelled up the stairs that breakfast was ready. You weren't that hungry but still grabbed a biscuit.

Fred kept looking at you, a sweet but concerned look covered his features as he observed you picking at your food and tinkering with the cup of tea. Wanting to be out from under Fred's gaze you got up and dumped out the old tea to make a new cup. “Not hungry dear? Is everything okay?” Molly asked. “ eh, not really but I'm okay. Just a bit tired” you gave a reassuring smile.

“Alright, im here is you need anything” 

Heading out to the front porch for some fresh air, taking a seat in one of the old rocking chairs. Not long after the screen door snapped shut and the porch squeaked just a little under the wait of  the person approaching. You stayed in your own little world, never looking up from your cup. In all honestly you didn't have too, you knew who it was the second he walked through the doorway. You could smell him, he always smelt like fire embers and sweets, and to be frank it was a bit intoxicating for you. He didn’t say anything as he sat next to you. You knew what he wanted, what he was thinking. You knew he wanted to know about the nightmares but at the same time he didn't want to pry.

“ i’m sorry. I know that if I asked you, you would have listened and tried to help. I didn't want to bother anyone with my problems. Everyone that day lost someone they cared about, I'm not special because I lost my parents. This is my burden and my burden alone. But these nightmares that invade my head are slowly killing me” you paused, finally looking over at Fred. He sat with tears in his eyes, a few of your own fell down your cheek at the sight. 

“Every night I watch him kill them. I watch as the light dies in their eyes. Every night I'm back at the battle. Every Night i hear the deafening screams of everyone there”  shaking your head as you quickly wiped your face, taking a deep breath.

Fred grabbed your hands in his own “I’m sorry you felt like you had to go through this alone but you're being too hard on yourself. It is okay to grieve your parents and our friends. It's okay to be sad. It's all okay but what's not okay is letting these feelings destroy you. I'm here for you, everyone in this house is here for you, but I'm here whether it be at 2 in the afternoon or 2 in the morning.” 

You pulled Fred into a hug and whispered a thank you as he gripped you tighter. 

The summer day continued as normal. The boys decided to play little mini quidditch games while you, Ginny, Hermione and George’s (she is not my girlfriend!) girlfriend Angelina sat out sunbathing watching them play. A letter from Charlie had arrived in the afternoon insisting that he needed Molly and Aurther to come out for something very important though he didn't say what it was. This led to Molly giving us all a very stern talking about how we needed to be on our best behavior, absolutely no funny business, to not burn down the house and they would be back in a day or two. 

As the evening approached Ron helped Harry set up something called a projector so that we could watch some movies outside around a fire. George had brought out some whiskey to sip on and this is where things started to get a little awkward for you. Only 4 blankets were set up. One for each couple and apparently one for you and Fred to share. 

After this morning, Fred was keeping an even closer eye on you than before. Being around him on a day to day basis was hard enough but now you're just in a constant state of butterflies and embarrassment. He's caught you staring like a dozen times today and now you had to sit next to him and act like everything was fine while the couples paid more attention to each other than the movie. 

You tried to make yourself comfortable but nothing was working. Even tried to lay down but your arm kept falling asleep. Eventually you gave up and just pulled your knees up to wrap your arms around them and lay your head on your knees.

“You can lay your head on me….. If- if you want too” Fred whispered, close enough that you could smell the whiskey on his breath. Hesitant at first but giving in and not moments after you laid your head in his lap that you fell asleep. 

“y/n… y/n'' you jolted awake as Fred said your name. “ Hey you're okay, yeah” He talked low and slow as he tucked some hair behind your ear. Finally sitting up and looking around, the movie was still playing and only George and Angelina were gone. 

“What happened?” 

“You were starting to whimper and saying no over and over again and you had a pretty good grip on my - umm- my thigh” 

“Oh.. Im sorry” that was all you could say, you knew it was because of the nightmare. “Its okay”

“I think I should go to bed” you blurted out

“Yeah, yeah sure I'll walk you up” Fred said as he stood and reached his hands out to help you up.

You just stood there for a moment while you stared down at your now intertwined hand before looking up at him. His lips were already formed in an admiring smile which you copied before setting your other hand just above his wrist and setting your head on his upper arm. Fred leaned down and kissed the top of your head “come on”

Fred only let go of your hand when you got to the stairs to allow you to go up first. Your courage began to build with each step up you took, finally at the top you stopped and turned on your heel to face Fred. Almost face to face with him but even with you on higher ground he was still taller. Your eyes flickering between his and his lips. Steadily bringing your hands up to his face before planting your lips on his. He was definitely taking back but quickly recovered and his hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him.

Both only stopping because oxygen was much needed. Slowly you open your eyes only to see Fred's got this shit eating grin plastered across his face. You laughed “what?”

“Oh nothing, you know you should just feel so lucky to have been able to kiss me”

“FRED!” you smacked his chest as he erupted in laughter before putting his hands in the arm in defense  “Im kidding! Only kidding”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” you say in a hushed tone

“Of course you can sweets”

“Mhm sweets? I kinda like it” 

“ oh yeah? Well I would call you that all the time if you were mine” Fred stated matter-of-factly. You set your hands on each side of his neck “Promise?” 

“Promise” he repeated back to you as he lifted you up causing you to let out a yelp and wrap your legs around him. He slowly made his way to his door before opening it and stepping inside. Shutting and locking it before leaning over the bed, laying you on your back. 

He gave you a few more small kisses before taking off his shirt and laying next to you and pulling you close to him. 

 You couldn’t believe this was happening but you were more than ecstatic. Maybe now those nightmares would stop, maybe now you wouldn't dread going to bed. Maybe now everything would be okay. Still with your head on his exposed chest you thanked him for everything and that if this was actually happening that he would always be enough for you just the way he was because he was now your sweet boy. 

“Always my sweets” was the last thing spoken before sleep took both of you.

[theabysswatchers333]

The Walten Files Theories:

I rewatched the series and I have some new theories and my guess on the timeline. If anyone saw my previous theories about Jack being in Boozoo. I take that back. I struggle to see faces and I got Charles and Jack confused. Anyway with theories from my brother I think I understand the Walten files a lot better now. But of course these are just theories or guesses to the story. I went all out and spoke on all my theories because I think that's what your supposed to do. Since the story of bons burgers isn't told in a traditional sense. My brother also helped me generate ideas so I want to give him some credit too, enjoy!

Firstly I want to cover two big mysterious. Jack and Charles. Their fates are really left to mystery. But I think we get enough clues that the peices can be put together.

Charles is the most unknown important figure in the entire series. We know what he looks like and who he was stuffed into but otherwise we don't get much else. I have a few theories on him. With the casting of Boozoos ghost and the fact that everyone Felix killed was an employee, I think Charles was an important or high ranking employee under the founders. My guess would be that either he made the animatronics, he was the person who handled the buisness side of things, or he was the highest ranking and most loyal Tech support. I think he may have been close to the founders. So close they set up opening day to be on Lily's birthday (I assume Lily was close to Charles, a daughter or a neice) I picked up on this when Linda called Lily by name in her letter. If it was someone she didn't know she would've said "opening day" or just "a birthday party" she had probably met Charles and Lily at least once to know this info. And at this time the company wasn't off the ground yet. So with that established I think Charles was killed for one of two reasons (or a mix of both) A. Jack set it up so that if something happened to him Charles got his part of the company and become a founder or B. Charles was the one who told the authorities about what happened at Bons burgers. If you remember in Rosemary's section there is a shadow that follows behind then slowly and walks in as shes stuffed. That couldve been charles. He may have picked up that Felix acted strange around his female employees (I always thought it was odd aside from Jack and Brian the majority of the deaths were woman) plus the "nows shes beautiful bit" which may have gotten Charles to keep on eye on the other employees and watch over them. But that eventually got him killed. Both theories are things Felix wouldn't have wanted to happen. When Jack is dead he acts as if he barely existed and even capitalizes off his disappearance. I think Felix while caring for the Waltens also had a big ego. Thinking he was above everyone and obsessive about his image. Which probably lead to all the deaths but especially Charles.

That leads me into my next theory. No one is in Bon. Bon is the face of the company. I think Felix's ego is to big for him to ruin the animatromic that is the company's brand. I think all the murders that happened when Bons burgers was open were entirely Felix. Even though we're seeing the bon animatronic. If you notice in Rosemary's part, bon had human hands. Separate from the suit

See? The suit is covering someone human. At this point Felix couldve been wearing the suit. But later it was probably impossible for Ashley and Brian to be killed by Felix. Which Leads me to my next part.

We can tell by Ed and Molly possessing their rabbit that the bodies don't have to be inside the animatronic for them to be possesed. While Felix obviously didn't die he still could've possesed Bon in some way. Like a poltergeist situation, where his guilt was so extreme. Plus his heightened emotions when he killed wearing the bon suit. It left Bon possesed by his energy. I think this makes sense as Bon is clearly hunting for Sophie. However he doesn't know what she looks like and is just randomly attacking employees that have the same uniform. So it doesn't make sense that Jack or Felix are actually in the suit.

I actually think that after Bons shut down the bodies were removed from the animatronics. All the animatronics have the same large holes in their chests. Which don't look like regular wear and tear. This is probably also why they could be reopened and reused as the biohazard was removed before they were stored.

Billy is dirty but doesn't have any holes, as he wasn't stuffed with a body until after he was put into the storage facility. Bon probably had blood on him from Felix and had to be cracked open, Sha was also opened. If your curious as to why Police didn't just take off the top layer and expose the exoskeleton. The inside of the animatronics probably had evidence that they took in. Like hair, blood, nails, or if you think some were stuffed alive (like Susan), scratch marks.

Now after those linked thearies let's go back to Jack. A lot of people wonder why Show bear wasn't apart of the show stoppers. But with the estimated timeline were shown. Jack was probably murdered first after Ed and Molly died. I theorize that A. Jack is in showbear and B. Showbear was in the showstoppers but Felix became paranoid or because it was his first kill while drunk he wasn't able to hide the body properly so he dumped the whole animatronic in a well. Probably just off the Bons burgers property.

With all those theories laid out im gonna give my estimated and theorized timeline

Jack and Felix co-founder a restaurant and name it Bons Burgers. They start to hire employees before it opens and set up the opening date to be on Lily's birthday. Which is Charles Neice or Daughter. Charles was close to the Waltens and Krankens and probably did behind the scenes work on the buisness or was a loyal friend they hired as an employee. Before opening day Felix is asked to take Ed and Molly to a school dance and drop them off at home. He takes them to the dance and drinks while he's there. He then starts to drive them home. Combined with his drunk driving and the loose laws on seatbelts in the 70s; Ed and Molly are killed in a car crash. Where Felix survives. Felix buries Ed and Molly, who go on to posses their stuffed rabbit even though their still buried. Jack kept calling Felix more and more panicked. Felix probably lied and said he took them to bons burgers and lost track of time. That he felt dizzy and needed Jack to come pick them all up. When Jack got there Felix probably attacked him and thought he killed him and roughly stuffed him in showbear. But because of his drunken state he couldn't quite do it right. So instead he dragged showbear to a nearby well and threw the animatronic inside. Jack was probably alive still. In his later messages he begs for help, stating that he can't breath. Rosemary or Felix reports all three of them missing. Opening day comes around, it seems it went smoothly but for some reason Susan is killed and stuffed inside Banny. Probably alive, per the "the rabbit is starving" section. Bons burgers continues operating until Felix tricks Rosemary into the back rooms. Wearing the Bon suit. He dismembers her alive and stuffs her in Sha. Charles walks in or he's already gone to the police so he's also killed and stuffed in Boozoo. Along with presumably Susan screaming at night still alive and begging for help. Bons burgers is closed for good. Felix still wants to kill Sophie to ensure that he is never caught but he never manages to do so. The animatronics are inspected and all bodies are removed. Everything is moved to the storage facility as the case is investigated. The case probably went cold, or at least the bodies weren't buried yet as Felix was never found out. With all of them having unfinished buinsess they still continue to haunt Bons burgers. Most of the showstoppers don't seem to reanimate. Instead finding their way into employee tapes, cartons, and the arcade games like bunny farm. Bon possesed by Felix's negative energy from his murders, attempts to hunt down Sophie. Eventually after the case is either dropped or goes cold. Attempts are made to reopen Bons burgers as the characters are still successful. The relocate project start up and the three employees are sent to try and fix the animatronics. Ashley goes into the backroom and is killed by Bon and stuffed in Billy. This shuts down the relocate project for a while. Brian is hired to try and fix the animatronics again. But is stopped by Bon and is hunted down and mauled left to die. Until eventually it appears the project is successful as Sophie and Jenny seem to be new employees handling the machines in a different setting. While playing Bunnyfarm Sophie starts to, and eventually remembers her family.

Stepping back from the lore and story in their universe. I feel like there is another angle you could see the story in. I also think the Walten Files could be being told from Sophie's perspective, possibly in thearpy. These seemingly meaningless tapes suddenly Jolt memories and flashbacks. Which would also explain the random music, dates, distorted pictures, and disjointed conversations. Honestly some parts in the Walten Files remind me of my own memories and flashbacks as a person with memory problems like Sophie. However there isn't much evidence for that. But it is still possible. From that Angle the sequence of events still play out the same but instead of the tapes being haunted its Sophie's having flashbacks as she remembers bits and peices.

That's all I have! Sorry it ended up being such a long post, I hope it makes sense. Have a good day, thank you for reading!

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I know I have some asks for fics in my inbox however Ive been having a hard time but I did manage to write this

Also Im so sorry its so long my computer broke and I cant get the read more on my phone

Cuts and bruises

Rating: teens and up

Warings: mentions of blood, injury and death

Characters: Ron Weasley, Arthur Weasley

Summery: Arthur helps Ron deal with his brain scars

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"Ronald" Arthur knocked lightly on his son's door, opening it slightly. He waited a second, the quiet clanking from the ghoul in the attic the only sound be heard. Giving one more soft knock he heard a small grunt and the ruffling of bed sheets. Taking that as a yes he entered Ron's room, pieces of clothes discarded all over the floor and his school stuff, thrown out of his trunk but never put away. The warm wind came from the open window behind closed curtains, darkening the room. Ron laid on his bed, head buried deep into hom pillow. His arms were splayed out, loose bandages coming off of them. His shirt laid discarded beside him, scrunched up beside his pillow while his blanket was pulled up over his cold back. 

Arthur walked towards him, sitting down next to Ron before patting his head, running his fingers through greasy hair. A deep breath escaped Arthur before he moved his hands to the bandages, gently taking them off. Deep wounds encrusted his son's arms, harsh red cuts swirling down his arms, creeping up over his shoulders and meeting in the middle of his back. They looked raw, flakey skin itchy and irritating, the soft pulse of pain flaring up whenever the bandages slipped off. Occasionally Ron would grunt in pain, a soft when caught in the back of his throat, Arthur would wince in remorse, a quiet sorry on the tip of his tongue. He continued to take them off, the scratchy fabric damp with sweat. Ron tried to stay still, eyes avoiding his father at all cost, he could feel his dad play with his arms, trying not to bend them at weird angles as he removed the bandages. Patiently waiting, Arthur slowly finished, being careful not to make Ron more uncomfortable than he already was before he grabbed a jar of cream by his bed. Opening the jar Arthur scoped out a fingerful of light pink ointment, a citrusy scent filling the air. Carefully he started to rub his hands in circles along Rons back, the cream cooling against his skin and bringing down the swelling. He continued like that for a few minutes, moving his hands in small circles as a light wind chilled them, the dark room soluml. 

"Dad?" Ron croaked out, a quiet voice loud against the silence. Arthur hummed in acknowledgement, tucking a piece of hair behind Rons ear. "I-" Ron carefully considered his words, unsure of what he was about to say. "I'm sorry" his words sounded sad, a depressing tone filling his voice. 

"What do you have to be sorry for?" Arthur was fully aware of why his son was apologizing, him having broken down in the hospital wing over his apparent "failures" feeling as if his injury had let people down. Of course he knew Ron wasn't a failure, feeling very proud of his bravery but also considered over his loyalty. He knew Ron would run into any situation if he was sure it was the right thing to do, not caring if he hurt himself or got himself killed. 

"I-" Ron tried to sit up, lifting his head up and getting up onto his elbows. 

"No,no" Arthur whispered, putting a hand on Ron's back before gently shoving him back down. This time Ron faced him, eyes wet and lips trembling. 

"I-dad, it hurts" Ron spoke so quietly. Arthur almost missed what he said. Gently picking up one of Ron's arms he continued his rubbing,

"This will help" his tone was reassuring. Ron looked up at him before looking back down to his arm, chewing worriedly on his lip. "Stop that'' Arthur touched Ron's face, gently caressing the side while poking at the corner of his mouth. He smiled kindly when Ron stopped the nervous habit, insead he played with the end of his pillow case, twisting loose thread around his sore fingers. 

"Dad?" Ron's voice spoke again. Arthur looked back at him, ready to listen. "Did I- did I do something wrong" tears sprung into his eyes, threatening to spill over. 

Arthur knew what Ron was referring too, the deep cries of Molly when he returned bloody and broken from the department of mysteries. The sympathetic looks his brothers would give him. The whole family walked on eggshells around Ron, fearful he would break. Everyone was just concerned, he was too, Ron had always gone on crazy adventures, getting himself into hidden troubles far before going to hogwarts. He knew Ron got into danger, having fought off trolls and dementors but he was always fine. A few bumps and scratches along the way but it was always something that with a flick of a wand he could fix but this time? Ron could have died. This was the first time he really thought about his children dying. Of course he knew about Ginny and how hurt she was in her first year but when he saw her she was fine, cleaned up and put into new pajamas it was as if nothing ever happened. But Ron, watching him come in covered blood, listening to his painful cries as people rushed to his aid he was faced with the reality that he may outlive his youngest son.

"No Ronnie" tears sprung in his eyes "you did nothing wrong" he rubbed at Ron's hair, giving him a kiss on the forehead "we're just worried that's all" he whispered out, swallowing back his tears. Ron seemed content with his answer, smiling softly and resting back against his bed, body relaxed. Arthur continued his work, finishing up with the ointment before grabbing some bandages, wrapping them securely around Rons wounds. 

As the time went by he finished up his work, grabbing Ron a new shirt before helping him put it on, head nodding off and tired eyes trying to stay open. He gently laughed to himself and Rons willingness to be helped, knowing that if he wasn't almost half asleep he'd insist upon doing everything himself. Happy with what he's done he secured the bandages by Rons hands, hoping they wouldn't fall off during his sleep. Watching Ron get into his bed he tucked him in, pulling the blankets up to his chin and patting him on the head. He went to close the window, the final peaks of sunlight disappearing in the horizon. Locking it he went to leave, hoping his son would sleep restfully. 

"Dad?" The soft voice came again, tired and bringing upon a yawn. 

"Yes?" He turned around, hand slipping off the doorknob

"Thank you"

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Thanks for reading! I am starting a mini series on ao3 of missing Ron and family moments

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The Winchesters and The girl

 Supernatural x OC 

Summary: Sky meets the boys for an unexplained murder. read to find out what happens.

Warnings: Cussing,death, sexual thoughts. let me know if i missed anything.

A/N:  I do not own supernatural but i do own the character. like for a part 2. I’m pretty bad at writing so if you have any thoughts or ideas please hmu.

I’m so tired. This last case tired me out.  I had to deal with a ghost, a very pissed off ghost might i add. This bitch wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. Her name was Lilian Micheals, she passed away in the 1800′s, she was a rich farm girl that was ran over by a cultivator. She kept killing people at this plantation in the middle of the night, so i wasn’t able to get much sleep.  Not to mention the people she decided to haunt were rich, stuck up, assholes. But that’s alright, that didn’t stop me from stealing this beautiful necklace. 

It’s a sapphire necklace, real sapphire, I could sell it for money. Being a hunter is hard, which means credit card fraud and stealing. A girl has to get around somehow,  and you know what they say, a beautiful sapphire necklace is a girls best friend.   

For right now i’ll just get another drink. That is why I’m sitting at this bar, asking the bartender for another shot of vodka. 

“Long day, sweetheart?” said a blonde haired man. He was handsome,very handsome. He had emerald eyes and jaw line that could cut you. I want that jaw line to cut me.

“You don’t know the half of it.” I said. “What’s your name handsome?” 

He chuckled and held out his hand. “Dean, What about you sweetheart?” 

“Sky” I said as I took his hand in mine. “So tell me Dean, what is a man like you doing in a place like this? Surely your girlfriend is worried.” 

Dean smiled, “not really, considering I’m single, my brother on the other hand, he might be scared. He’s the soft type, the type that gets scared by little things, ya know.”  

I smiled at him. I was about to say something when a woman rushed in screaming.

“Help me, Help me please! He isn’t breathing! He was attacked! Please, oh God please help me!” she screamed.

 A couple of people looked at her like she was insane while everyone else thought she was drunk. Dean and I jumped up at the same time and started walking over to where she was. She started to run out of the bar and we chased her.

“excuse me, ma’am, come back, we can help!” I yelled as we chased her.

She stopped and looked at us, she was sobbing uncontrollably.  

Dean put his hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay sweetheart, calm down, can you do that, explain to us what happend.” 

“I don’t know, I couldn’t find my husband, so i walked out of the bar looking, and when i came down this alley he was-” she cut herself off by crying even harder, “I should have never taken my eyes off him. Oh God, Harold, I’m so sorry” 

“okay can you lead us to this alley?” I said. 

She nodded as she leaded us down the alley. That’s when we saw him and sure enough, he was laying there, dead. He looked as if a wild animal attacked him. She knelled beside him and held his face, sobbing even harder.

“I’m gonna call 911, Okay” Dean said to me as he stepped away. 

I hugged her for a little bit. Then, I got up and started to walk over to Dean.

“...well apparently not Sam! The son of a bitch is still alive and it just killed this girl’s husband.” I heard Dean say.  “Yeah, try and get your ass over here, we have more work to do!” 

Dean turned around and saw me standing there. He gave me a look. We heard sirens and saw flashing lights. 

“Agent what are you doing here so quickly?” the sheriff said.  

At first i thought he was talking to me until Dean spoke up. “his wife led me to him.” he said.

“Ah, I see, well, you know the drill, we have to evacuate the area.” the sheriff said to Dean as the other officer tried to get the woman off her husband.

“No, please, please let me stay with him, please!” she wailed.

“Ma’am, they can’t help him if you are in the crime scene, come with me.” i said walking over to her.

She looked at him and stood up, there was blood all over her shirt and jacket. “Okay, Please find who did this to him” she said taking my hand.

We walked past the cops and Dean. I made eye contact with Dean, there was something weird about him.

“I think i have a shirt you can wear in my bag.”  I said as we walked over to my car. I opened the trunk and grabbed my duffel, I searched for my black Guns and Roses shirt. “So whats your name?” i said.

“Molly, Molly Williams.” she said sniffling.

“Well Molly, My name is Sky Walker. Its nice to meet you.” I said handing her my shirt.

“Like Luke and Leia?” She asked.

I chuckled. “Everyone asks that. My real name is Sylvia, but i don’t like it that much, so i go by Sky.” 

“Oh.” she said.

I saw a yellow taxi pull up,a tall man with long hair got out and walked over to a Impala.  “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and get cleaned up and i’ll meet you in there.” I said as she nodded. 

I saw Dean walk over to the taller man. I  shut the truck and started to walk over to the both of them. 

“So now what Dean? We have no idea where he went!” the taller man said.

“ Maybe you should of check if it was dead before you left Sammy.” Dean told the Man. 

“You’re blaming this on me?! You were there too Dean, you could’ve check too!” he said. 

I heard them arguing when i got over to them. 

“What are you guys talking about?” I asked.

“Nothing Sweetheart.” Dean told me. 

“Really cause it sounds to me like two hunters failed to kill a werewolf.” i said. They both looked at me in shock and confusion. 

“Wait,” Dean said, “You’re a-” 

“Hunter, yes I am and a very damn good one, better then you two apparently. So, how are we gonna fix this?” I said cutting him off.

“Do you two know each other or something?” the taller man asked. “cause i can leave and let you two figure this out.” 

“Uh, no need Sammy and what is this us you’re talking about?” Dean asked you.

“ Look clearly, you and Sammy didn’t do your job correctly, let me help.” I said.

“Uh, It’s Sam, Sam Winchester, You already know Dean.” Sam said sticking out his hand, staring at Dean.

“Oh, The Winchesters, Nice.” I said grabbing Sam’s hand. “Sky Walker, nice to meet you.”

Dean smiled and spoke up saying “Like-” 

“If you say it, i might just punch you” I said irritated.

“Okay, why don’t we go to the place we buried the werewolf, see if its really alive” Sam said.

“And if it is, what are we gonna do? kill it again?” Dean said looking at Sam.

“Yeah.” Sam said.

“I can’t believe that you two are feared by almost everyone and everything. I’ll follow you.” I said as i started walking back to my car. 

They were actually really handsome in my opinion. They both were built and i would be dammed if their faces weren’t anything to ride on. I mean come on Dean, the older brother, very handsome and a face you could ride till the crack of dawn. And Sam, the younger brother, also very handsome and shoulders you want to wrap your legs around. This wasn’t gonna be so hard.

I got in my car and followed them. It was a short ride to basically the middle of no where. They slowly pulled into this field. We parked and i saw Dean get out of the car. He walked over to my window, i rolled it down.

“We buried him over there, Sam is gonna check to see if there is still a body” Dean said looking over at Sam.

“Shouldn’t we be over there helping him?” I said.

“Sam’s a big boy, right now i wanna know about you sweetheart.” he said looking at me.

“Guys, you might wanna come and look at this.” Sam said calling us over.

“I’m sorry Dean, Looks like your big boy needs us over there.” I said while rolling up my window and turning my car off. Dean smirked at me and opened my door for me. “What a Gentlemen.” I said sarcastically. Dean and i started walking over to Sam.

When we got there Dean looked down at the grave and said, “well would you look at that, the son of a bitch is still here.”

I looked at Sam then back at the grave.

“Maybe you guys stumbled upon a wolf pack.” I said looking between the both of them.

“Awesome.” Dean said grumpily.

“Lets just go back to the hotel and think about it, Dean.” Sam said as Dean started to walk back to the cars. “You wanna come back to the motel with us?” Sam asked me.

“You asked that like i wasn’t gonna follow you.” i said as Sam and i walked back to the cars.

I got in my car and soon enough i was at their motel room with them. It was a place to sleep but I wouldn’t necessarily say good, in my opinion it was very sketchy.

“Well you guys just picked the worst motel in Wisconsin, didn’t you?” I said looking back at the two boys who were sitting at the table by the window.

“Hey, i do see you staying anywhere at the moment, so don’t come after us for actually having a place to sleep, Okay.” Dean said.

“I don’t have a room to sleep in because i just got finished with a hunt in Ashland jackass, thats why in here in Sawyer.” I said looking back at Dean.

“Okay, no offence, but can you both shut up?” Sam asked.

i sat down on one of the beds. ‘So much for letting me help’ i thought. i just looked around. the wall was one of the ugliest things i have seen.It was shit green, with trees painted on it. And don’t get me started on the beds, how could anyone sleep on them. they were hard as a rock. And there was this weird stain on the floor. 

“So get this...” the sound of Sam’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. “There is a thing as wolf packs but they aren’t found around here. They are mostly found around Wyoming.”

“What the fuck? Then what the hell attacked that man and stole his fucking heart?” I said. 

“Well potty mouth, maybe we could go back and see the security cameras?” Dean said.

I just kinda stared at him, I couldn’t believe we didn’t think of that earlier. My head is somewhere else and it’s probably cause of these hunks of brothers.

“Why didn’t we do that earlier?” i said. 

“Alright, so lets go down there and see what we can find!” Dean said.

“Okay well, my tank is almost empty, can i ride with you?” I asked.

“well im surprised,you seem like the type that doesn’t ask.” Dean said.

“And you seem like the type that has to pay child support, but we are all full of surprises, right?” I said. Dean gave me look, like he was staring into my soul, meanwhile Sam was laughing his ass off. 

“Shut up Sam.” Dean said irritated while walking out of the room with his keys in his hands.

Sam slowly stopped laughing, standing up following Dean to the car, I followed Sam. Dean had already started the car and Sam got in the passenger seat. I opened the door and got in the back.

It was quiet when we pulled out of the motel and on to the highway. 

“So,” Sam said trying to break the ice “how did you become a hunter, Sky?” 

“I’ve been hunting since i was 14.” I said awkwardly. I’m not a big fan of talking about my past.

“Does your family know about it?” Dean asked while looking at me in the rear view mirror. 

“Uh,” I said trying my best not to get irritated. “My family is kinda, uh, dead.” 

The boys got really quiet. It was a thick silence.

“I’m sorry, we lost our family also.” Sam said. He was sweet and caring, that i could tell just by looking at him.

“Don’t be sorry, it was a long time ago.” I said. 

“Well if you don’t mind me asking, What happend sweetheart?” Dean asked.

“When i was 4 years old, uh, someone broke into my house. It was me and my 8 month old little sister, My older brother was spending the night at one of his friends houses.” I said taking a deep breath.

“They came up to my mother and fathers room, where my little sister was and shot my mother then killed my father by bashing his head in. I went in the room and saw them on the floor.”

“Oh my God!” Dean said breathless. “That’s horrible.” 

“That was just my parents, it got worse when i got older.” I said, I was hoping and praying that this ride would be over soon enough. And just as i hoped we were here at the police station.

“Okay, so am I going in with you? I have an FBI badge?” i said.

“You can go in, we can tell them we got more back up.” Dean said.

“Alright, lets go then” I said. 

We all got out of the car and walked into the station. You could tell that everyone there was stressed. 

“Agent Lincoln, Agent John, Im guessing you are here to see the Sheriff?” the deputy. “Who is this?” He said pointing to me.

“We decided that we needed back up so this is Agent-” Sam said but i cut him off.

“Agent Saunders” I said showing my badge. “We need to see the security footage from the crime scene earlier.” 

“You wanna see footage of a murder that happened at 11:30 at night? When it’s..” The deputy looked at his watch, “3 in the morning?” 

“Is that gonna be a problem, deputy?” Dean said looking at him with a confused look.

“No Sir,  right this way.” he said leading the three of us the the back. We were led to a room with a TV and a VHS tape player. The deputy walked over to a basket on a shelf in the corner. He pulled out a tape marked ‘WILLIAMS’.

“Here you go agents, I have to get back to my desk, now but do what you need to.” The deputy said, he looked a little nervous as he walked back to the front. 

“That was weird.” I said.

Sam picked up the tape and put it in the player. we saw the murder and the murderer. 

“Oh Come on, Really!” Dean said. I agree with him, out of everything that could of killed this man, why was it this?

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Are you ready to get a star for that "Director’s Cut" ask? You better be, cause here it comes - 🌌🌠⭐

Im ready, but are you? 😂 I went with one of my personal faves out of the fics that I wrote based on s4- Night Shift. I was thinking you might be cool with something like that since you said you prefer canonverse. :)

First off, can you even imagine how difficult it would be to keep Sherlock Holmes busy, entertained, and away from an addiction? That is some kind of job! And the fact that Molly was one of the few who were enlisted to do it says a lot. It’s a far cry from the original intent of the character named Molly Hooper who appeared in the first episode. Ok, now lets have a little excerpt...

Molly did her best to go back to focusing on the pages of the book as she heard the washroom door close, the shower turn on, and the curtain slide closed. It became a tiny bit harder to ignore what he was doing when she heard…was that humming? Molly clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing aloud, despite being out of earshot. She couldn’t quite make out the tune, but he was most definitely humming in the shower. She shook her head a smiled. How was it possible that even now, even given the circumstances, she found little ways to fall further in love with him?

This sidenote moment felt important to me. Because as Molly says in TFP, it’s always been true. Yeah she’s seen him at his absolute, rock bottom worst. But she really and truly loves him anyway. So even in a moment like this, no doubt he’d still make her heart beat a little faster. Ok, moving on...

"Although," Molly added, feeling the need to clarify a bit even as she cringed in embarrassment at the path her words took. “Sometimes getting the same in return isn’t necessarily the most important thing. When you love someone, I mean.”

"So..." he began slowly, eyes narrowing. “If you love a person, that in itself can be fulfilling?”

She inhaled slowly and deeply while smiling. “Right. Sometimes…in some ways…that’s enough.”

Can we talk about the fact that I wrote this discussion of love and whether or not it’s reciprocated between TLD and TFP, and OMG if ever I had known what was really coming the very next week...lord have mercy lol. But here’s where the feels really amp up...

“Do you know what I thought that day?” Molly asked, going on while twisting one of the buttons on her cardigan. “When Mrs. Hudson called and told me what had happened? She told me everything and I- I though-“ She stopped, feeling her breath catch again, having to whisper her next words. “Thank God he’s alive.”

And soon after, here’s his reply...

He turned and his eyes reached out to her again. “Yes, but don’t you see? Nobody else has said it. They’ve all admitted it can’t be changed, I’ve been helped and supported, and even forgiven and assured I’m not at fault. But I hadn’t heard anything like your words till now…thank God he’s alive,” he said, repeating her wording with a very slight tremor in his voice.

Look, I know there’s only so much time in an episode, and there’s only so much they can focus on, etc. But I really feel like there needed to be more of this. Yes, someone died. But someone else was able to keep living. Sherlock’s life was saved, regardless of how everyone feels about how it happened. I would have loved to see at least one of the people who love him on that show to just express these sentiments, that they’re grateful he’s still alive and with them. Because saying that doesn’t negate the grief over Mary’s death.

Overall I just really enjoyed writing this fic. It felt good to address some of the more raw and uncomfortable emotions that would be reality in these situations. Sherlock’s survivor’s guilt of course, Molly’s conflicting pain for her friend’s loss and her relief to still have the man she loves, and then the fact that they both end up actually making each other feel better just by exchanging some of these feelings.

Thanks for the “director’s cut” ⭐️ ask, it was fun! 😉

[my-creepypasta-story]

Hidden Love

Im Sally, 23 years old and at university, studying sociology. I’m the average person looking girl. I’m at 5.5ft, with medium brown hair and grey eyes. My fashion style, hmm, I haven’t really got one. I just wear hoodies with my jeans that my mum buys me. I don’t care if people make fun of me, it’s what I do. I don’t have a lot of friends in uni and I just hang out at the library or in my room reading a book or studying.

I’m in a shared house (2 bed house) and Meadow is renting a room right opposite from me. My roommate she, on the other hand, is the opposite, she’s only 5.4ft and has long brunette hair, wavy and her style is always fitted. I don’t know what you call it, but yeahh. She’s really cute. Okay, I admit, I have a little crush on her. It’s her first month here and my last 3 months here. Though I am glad I’m going to leave, she always has one night stands with guys she just met. I don’t really get involved when she gets too drunk, she gets all horny and I just feel really uncomfortable. My landlord doesn’t really care, as long he gets the rent paid and no damage to the house, he’s fine. I heard Meadow is a waitress at the local cafe near here, but I never go in. I don’t really socialise.

The next few weeks later Meadow had a boyfriend and then suddenly he broke up with her. She stormed into my room and starting to crying on my bed while I was studying for my exam, I told her to go away but then she started to throw up. I cleaned her up the best I could and let her stay on my sofa. All of her makeup was ruined and her red lipstick was all smudged, I just felt sorry for her. It’s so embarrassing at the same time too. That night she was so drunk, her boob popped out of her dress red silk dress. Of course I tried to not look and I got one of my tops to put on. I didn’t mind, that top was going to the charity shop anyway. The next morning she woken up and I made us breakfast in the kitchen with a little table we had. It’s crappy and needed to be replaced but my landlord is lazy. She came down stairs with no knickers on and just my top. I was like “where are your knickers” she replied back “I threw up and I had to bin them”. She went into the down stairs bathroom and brushed her teeth. By the time she finished, I just finished my breakfast. We talked for a while and saying that her ex boyfriend was blaming her for spreading lies and calling her a crazy psycho bitch and so on. After that, we really close.

We started to hang out all of the time, and I started to like her even more. Her cute laugh, her cute smile when she wore red lipstick, my heart just melt. But I know I shouldn’t be going there and soon I’m going back home. One night she got me all dressed up, did my hair and makeup. Worn heels that I haven’t worn since prom and worn one of her dresses. I felt pretty for the first time. Meadow said “wow, any guy would fall for you” I blushed. I turned away and we went to one of her friends parties, of course no guy chatted me up, only the guys would stare at her. But surprisingly she didn’t bring anyone home, we both got the taxi and I had a little too much to drink. That’s when it all started in the livingroom. I accidentally fell on her while I was wearing my heels and we both fell on the sofa. I kissed her and I pulled back but she straight away kissed me back. We were making out, feeling each other up. Am I going to have sex tonight? The last time I had sex was with my ex 2 years ago. But this felt like something else, I never felt like this before. Before you know it, we were in her bedroom taking each other’s clothes off. So passionate and I never kissed a girl before and I liked it. Before long we were having sex, it started oral her licking me, I felt her tounge inside me and I just wanted to scream and then coming up to my boobs and her touch, oh her touch felt magical. We tried many positions and some things I had never done to a girl and I craved for her moan, her sweat, her voice. I wanted more, that’s when she brought out her double dildo and we just started to hump, grind and a few more different positions. Oh my, I loved her. We were having sex for hours! I never wanted this to stop.

The next morning I woken to her and she did the same, we kissed passionately. I went down stairs and made us some breakfast, she kissed me goodbye and left for work. Thank god it was a Saturday because all I needed to do was to take a shower. That night we just cuddled, watching tv together and kissing here and there. Weeks turned into months and we were having sex every other day, I didn’t mind because I fell in love with her. But every time when I wanted to go out with her, she made an excuse. I was hurt and after a while, I hardly saw her. The sex stopped and I was hurt. I tried to talk too her but nothing. After uni I graduated, I tried knocking at her door, she opened the door completely naked and started to kiss me, again we fucked. We tried a few more positions and even scissoring, her clit against mine, while she grabbed my hair. It was rough, the bed was shaking so hard we broke it and we carried on to my sofa. For hours we played around with each other, her giggle, her moaning while she grabbed my hair forcefully. It was heaven. Afterwards, I felt great but there was always something nagging at me, at the back of my mind.

When I was preparing to move out, she wasn’t in. I only lived an hour away from the house. I sent her a little message saying I’m moving out soon and it would be nice for you to meet my family. I gave her the address with “xoxo sally” Meadow didn’t respond. I was hurt and I left it at that.

A few months went by and nothing from Meadow, not even her sexy text messages, her naked pic or even pic masturbating. Nothing. I even sent her a few but they didn’t get delivered for some reason. I missed her touch, her moan. I admit, I wanted to fuck her again. Hot steamy sex, I was in my room crying. My mum and dad were worried about me, but I couldn’t say why because I was afraid they wouldn’t understand. Don’t get me wrong, my parents love gay people and infact we have a gay couple next door, Dan and Craig with a beautiful daughter named Molly. My parents are best friends with them and was there with the adoption. I love my family and I’m the only daughter they have. After work with my mum, I called her and nothing, just went to straight to voice mail saying “heyy it’s meadow, leave a message after a beep. Beeep *giggles”. Later that night I was taking out the trash like I normally do and I thought I saw something in the distance, I just walked it off and went inside.

The next day I was doing errands, it was getting darker by the day of course it’s winter, so it will do. I was walking back home after picking some milk and bread from the corner shop, all the way there I felt someone was following me. Where I live, it’s not great for light. So I tried to be where the street lamps are, but since I live in the country side, it’s not that, well great. I was scared the whole way. I picked up my phone and tried sending a text to Meadow, “heyy, are you doing okay. I miss you”. Sort of cheesy bull crap, when I came home, still nothing.

Months go by and I haven’t heard from her. In Decemeber it was my mother’s birthday, it was her 50th and I saved up my money and got her a pearl bracelet. She always wanted one and my dad gave her a matching pearl necklace. We thought she would love it, come to the the party at our house. I went into my closet and I couldn’t find the bracelet, everywhere I look, it wasn’t there. I freaked to my Uncle Javis and my cousin Terry. They both helped me look and I was crying, my mother found out and she was kind, she told me “you will find it when you’re not looking for it” I smiled and carried on with the party. That night when everyone was going home, some had a little too much to drink aka my uncle Javis, I saw behind him I thought was Meadow and her look, I’ve never seen before, her dead eyes. Blinked again, she wasn’t there. I thought, I must be seeing things. Everyone went home and I was cleaning up, in the kitchen was a piece of cake on the floor and as I was going to get it, my dad called. I heard a creak from the kitchen door heading to the back garden. But my dad called again and I had to go and see him. Me, my mum and my dad were having a really good time and laughing at uncle Javis. We love him and thank god my counsin Terry was there to take him home.

The next few days, I honestly thought I was going mad. My charger had gone missing along with my vibrator. I thought I was going crazy, but like my mum said, will find it when I see it. But after a few days later, in my office some of my things were going missing and I couldn’t explain why. I nearly got fired too because I missed placed a clinents folder and everything was in it; their address, driving licence, number and so on. I was so worried and I had a panic attack at work. I got sick leave for a month and thank god my mum stepped in or else I would of lost my job. Only a few days being at home, I finally felt more calm, turned on the news at 6pm everything in my life went down hill. Some person murdered my client in their home and stabbed them to death. They even stolen their car and stole a few things. I called my mum because I was worried I would loose my job, the police came over and everything. Thank god I had an alibi because I was out shopping and the CCTV caught me. I was off the hook.

Next morning, I just went out for a run. I haven’t ran since college but it always helped me. Putting on my music, running around the park and in the woods, I felt better but I’m out of shape. I was panting badly, then I remembered, there’s a fresh spring of water near by. I slowly walked to the spring, had some refreshing water. I got my phone out and tried to call Meadow again, but this time I heard the ring and it was right around the corner. I saw her, she came running up to me “I miss you” and we started to kiss. Her car was near by and he had sex in it, first time I felt naughty, she grabbed my hair again and she wanted too finger me, it felt so good. The car was rocking back and forth, I forgotten all about the murder. We ended up using her dildo, thrusting back and forth, Meadow grabbing my hair again as I moaned hard. We finished up and started to kiss again. I missed her so much, she told me she would be at my house tonight. I couldn’t wait, I bought the most sexiest outfits and a new double vibrator from Ann Summers. I was so ready to be fucked tonight because my parents were going out. All the house to myself.

Later that night, she showed up, nothing but her coat and her thong. She went inside my home and forced me onto the sofa, ripped my tights and fucked me there. I felt so good, the force the passion. I craved for her, we went into the kitchen. Licked me from the inside, her tounge on my clit, I screamed. We both went into my bedroom, I brought out my double dildo vibrator and we went doggy style, half way through my phone rang. Meadow told me not to get my phone, but it kept on ringing and ringing. She turned it off and fucked me even harder while the dilido was at full pelt. We were having sex on the floor, rough and hard, we were at it for hours. Her sweaty body next to mine as we were lying down on my floor. I missed her so much. She whispered in my ear “no one will have you” as she grabbed my hair and fucked me hard again with my own vibrator I thought I lost, I screamed begging for more abs more. Again she went on top of me and fucked me so hard I started to scream again. When we were done, I got my phone and I had so many messages from everyone. I turned around and she was there, staring at me with those dead eyes. I ran from her, i was completely naked, i started to scream at the top of my voice for help. The message was “your mum is dead and your dad is in ICU and a woman with bruntte hair was found trying to kill them”.

The car was my client where me and Meadow had sex, my parents gone out for the day. All that was Meadows, my missing things, the mysterious cake, her following me. Oh god, she stalked me! She wanted me all to herself. I ran to Craig and Dan’s house. Thank god they were in and, I locked the doors, called the cops. I told them everything on what happened. I was crying in tears while molly was trying to cheer me up with her dolls. I was so confused and hurt. I didn’t know what was going on.

The day of the court hearing, she was found guilty and sent too a mental instition for the rest of her life. Apparently she lied about the cafe and even her own name. Her real name was Abby, when they sent her away; I just sobbed, me and my dad, now in a wheel chair, we finally said our goodbyes to mum. We both missed her.

3 years later, I get a letter from Meadow every month. I never annswred and I never really heard from her again. Me and dad moved house, nearer to the city and family. That year we found out Meadow escaped from the mental institution. I was always on my guard after that. Then one day, I saw her on the tram, those dead eyes starting at me again. I hated her.

[lampfog]

don’t think about all the different nightmares each of the runaways probably experienced like i did: (aka im making you think about it anyways)

alex- the death of amy and not being there for her funeral or his friends, having darius betray him then only for darius to turn up dead bc of his own mother, shooting andre and believing he was the cause of his death, endangering lizzie and her family even more by even associating with them

gert- losing molly especially if it was bc of herself and her anxiety, chase leaving her for someone “prettier and more ideal”, dreaming that she and her mental state will cause runaways to somehow be in danger and that it’ll be all her fault

chase- obviously nightmares about his abusive dad but also the fact that his mom looked the other way from it for so many years, his parents dying especially his dad despite the fact he should hate them for the past, thinking gert is way too smart and better for him which causes her to leave him and enforcing the fact he’ll never be enough

molly- thinking if she didn’t get graciela involved that she would still be alive and it’s all her fault that she’s not, remembering her biological parents deaths, almost drowning bc of tina which probably caused a fear of water now (thanks tina), and topher getting crushed by the dumpster despite everything she tried to prevent it

karolina- nico never loving her back (s1 pining), frank betraying her despite the trust she put in him, seeing the ppl of her home planet in the ship die and losing the chance to fully know about her alien side, nico dying especially when karolina had to leave her in the hole, having to replay nico killing jonah again, jonah being in victors body and capturing her, and just overall anything w nico dying, leaving her, never seeing nico again, etc.

nico (how does this child sleep)- amy laying in her bed lifeless, slowly seeing her family break apart and never being enough for her mother (and thinking it’s bc she’s not amy and it should’ve been her dead), realizing her father was still in love with janet and that the one man she thought she can count on broke her trust, tina almost killing karolina and molly, tina and robert both beating her up when they’re supposed to care for her, how her ex/bff (alex) broke her trust about her sisters death, how tina practically said she wasn’t her daughter anymore confirming the fact for nico that she was never was loved, failing to be a leader and not being able to protect all her friends, karolina going behind her back to meet w jonah (someone breaking her trust once again!), having to actually remember the experience of “killing” jonah and how that affected her, karolina never forgiving her and hating her because of jonah’s death, never actually being able to find love bc each person she cared and trusted broke it at some point and now she prob thinks she’s the cause of it, thinking she’s at fault for tophers “death” we still don’t know if he’s alive or not) and molly hating her for it, remembering the fact that karolina has been captured once again by jonah bc she left karolina again, karolina dying to protect her (feels like we’ve established that basically anything bad happening to karolina is a nightmare, but also anything to the runaways at all), causing the AWOL crew to disappear and how she’s slowly becoming something evil like her parents without any control over it, how the staff is basically eating at her, and honestly i need to stop bc there’s so much more to unpack since nico has been through SO MUCH!

+bonus:

all of them probably sharing the same nightmare of the night all their parents killed destiny

[nalyra-dreaming]

Book: A blackish red hue

I am offering a printed book version of my story “A blackish red hue“, rewritten and corrected, illustrated and properly set. I did this mostly for myself but some have said they wanted a copy so … 

>>> GET YOUR COPY OVER ON ETSY! 😊

340 pages of Hannigram fanfiction, the Murder Husbands on the run, depicting their lives together after the fall.

An A4, hardcover book with 135 g paper, 47 illustrations and a foreword by my “partner in crime“ (over at @lovecrimebooks) Romina Nikolić.

This book has been made to match RADIANCE and, in extension, the upcoming RAVAGE. Yep, with COLOR CUT*. In blackish red.

Weighing: ~1,6kg

> Which means we are just below the threshold of the so called “book shipping“ weight (with packaging), making international shipping much cheaper. >> 17€, priority handling and tracked in most countries.

All tracked countries here: deutschepost.de/brief-international/land-fuer-land

>> Germany: 5€, internationally 17€ + (priority-which is with) tracking ~ 20€

*****

Content:

A Murder Husbands story, heavy on character development and (hopefully) story, spiced with sex (see rating below).

Not overly fluffy but with a happy ending. (Yep, despite what you might think in between.)

Murder Husbands as in Murder Husbands. With Murder Tableaus. And family. Murder Wives :)

This starts at the motel in TwotL, so there is original dialogue here, reinterpreting the scenes we were given. The story segues into pure fiction after the fall.

>> This story spans several years - it follows Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter after „The Fall“, the ups and downs of this obsessive and difficult relationship, trying to fit the monsters on their backs together. As well as their habits and appetites.

There are lots of turns and not everything is as it may seem at first.

This is my Season 4.

And 5 through 8.

Approximately. :)

This story has been posted and is available on Ao3. It has been, as mentioned before, corrected, some parts rewritten, polished up and properly set, enhanced and improved for this book :)

There are almost 50 artworks in it. Some were gifted to me, some I commissioned and some I created.

Illustrations in it by:

@JustCallMeLuci | Sara Larner saralarner.com | @dark-will-graham​ | @tindu​ | @amngell​ | @transylvanianshipper​ | @noaryr​ | @arkarti​ | @theseavoices​ | @Hachiseiko | @felidaefatigue​ | @hanniwill​ / / Rola | @basementarts​ | @Rocio_ruiz_art | @the-walking-fannibal​ | @bayobayo​ | @thenecronon​ | @wisesnail​ | @vibiana​ | @Moishpain / @sheep-in-clouds​ | @stravvbunnies | @miasmatik​ | @maddsaa | @toni-of-the-trees​ | @le-wendigogo​ | @Skeletology | @shoegazerx​ | @Aerinnnn | @ivyart​ | @mumbrielle​ | @granpappy-winchester​ | @caniday​

(and some by me)

The beautiful cover was created by @granpappy-winchester (original post here!) and @basementarts. 

>> Commission @Granpappy-Winchester here!!

>> Commission @basementarts​ here!!

Btw: I can only recommend commissioning them or any of the other artists! 

Also: Basementarts is offering a discount right now so check them out!

*****

What some critics… erm commenters said:

On Baptism: „OH GOD!

i was just scowling tru Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter fic and saw your fic Salvation and read the summary and thought ‘well this looks good’ and i saw it was a part of a series and thought i might as well start at the beginning to see if its any good!!! i couldn’t even begin to fantom how brilliant and talented you are!!! im only just finished this first one! and i want more more more! and there is more!!! yay me!!! im just going to go and binge read it all!!! no sleep or socializing for me!!!!

thanks for shearing your talent and choosing to express it with Hanagram fics! i truly appreciated it, like im sure many many others do!!!“

Also on Baptism: 

„Ahhhh, this is completely stunning!! So beautifully and elegantly done, it drew me in from the first chapter and refused to let go until the last. Just wonderful. Thank you so much for this gorgeous reading experience.

*Applauds*

Please don’t ever stop writing Nalyra :-)“

On Obfuscation: 

„I’ve just binge-read this whole story. I absolutely loved it!! The balance of power between them is beautifully portrayed. I really enjoy the tenderness between them, and also the pure darkness. It feels like a completely natural progression from the show. I can’t wait to move on to the next installment!“

*****

Characters:

Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom, Margot Verger, Verger Baby (Hannibal), Freddie Lounds, Jack Crawford, Chiyoh, Will Graham‘s Father, Clarice Starling, Robertas Lecter, Bedelia Du Maurier, Ardelia Mapp, Matthew Brown, Original Graham-Lecter Children

*****

(some) Tags:

Post-Episode: s03e13 The Wrath of the Lamb | Canon-Typical Violence | Canon Compliant to Canon up until 2018 | Post-Canon to Canon up until 2018 | Original Character(s) | Original Character Death(s) | Explicit Language | Explicit Sexual | First Time | First Kiss | Murder Husbands | Murder Wives | Rough Sex | Angst | Fluff | Blood play | Dream Sex | Branding | Fanart | Honeymoon | Cannibalism | SotL-compliant | Canon Character Death

*****

Rating:

Mature, scratching on explicit, but toned down from Ao3 version. A bit.

*****

Excerpt:

From Baptism:

It takes an indistinct amount of time to get ‘back down to earth‘ as it were. Will is vaguely aware that there is a cramp in his legs, the fingers of his right hand hurt where Hannibal has gripped him too tightly, he is a mess, he hurts between his legs in places he cannot yet define properly and Hannibal - Hannibal is lying on top of him, making it hard to breathe, silently crying into Will’s neck. Will feels the best he can remember.

He carefully dislodges his left arm from Hannibal’s neck, dragging his fingers through the greying hair, petting. His legs drop and he winces, which seems to bring Hannibal back to himself. He raises his head, eyes bloodshot, his voice gravelly. “Will, I… I apologize.“

Will shakes his head slowly and places the fingers of his left hand against Hannibal’s lips. His gaze catches on the ring that Molly placed there and he realizes with a start that it has no place here in this bed. He feels more than sees Hannibal withdraw and quickly shakes his head again trying to placate and communicate his thoughts as clear as possible. “Take it off for me.“

Hannibal freezes above him. The look he levels at him does its best to make Will hard again but he really isn’t that young anymore. Will swallows. Hannibal slowly drags his right hand up at the side of Will‘s body, making him shiver. When he reaches his chest he follows his arm up until he reaches the hand that’s still raised between them. Slowly, very slowly Hannibal starts to push the ring off Will’s finger with his messy hand, never breaking his gaze. Hannibal encloses it in his hand when it’s off and carefully puts it on the nightstand at the other side of the bed. “What about it now?“

Hannibal’s voice is rough and Will knows that the answer he has isn’t what the question was about, but it is the only one he has to give. He tries to say it lightly, keeping his voice low. “Well, you took it from me. So, if we make this work, you’ll have to go and replace it.“

Something breaks in Hannibal’s gaze. There is light and darkness seeping into it in equal measure and it thrills Will to no end to see it. Hannibal’s voice is the roughest he has ever heard it, the accent strong. “I will not let you go, now.“

Will smiles. To everyone else, this would have been a threat. To Will, it’s the conclusion of a courtship that’s lasted six years. He’s been caught, and now he’s free. “Where do we go from here?“

Hannibal nuzzles into the Will’s neck, his words breathed onto sweaty skin. “How about we pay a visit to an old friend?“

*****

Final notes:

>> I don’t make money from this - the price on Etsy consists of the following amounts:

A4 hardcover print with color cut, heavy paper and bookend pages etc: 41€

Packaging: 2€

Etsy fees: 2€

+ Shipping

*IF this book sells 50 copies (in total**) I will be able to get some nice extras (ribbon bookmark, spot glosses at the very least).

** I’m going to order some for myself and a few artists, who preferred the book over monetary payment

Printing will commence after August 10th, 2018, with shipping following right after. Printed at same company that has printed Radiance and will print Ravage.

Books will be in foil and wrapped in bubble wrap and then in the actual packaging for shipment (aka lessons from Radiance. I’ll also check the weather forecast -.-).

IF there is something left when all is said and done I will donate it. Resumé will be posted here.

After August 10th 2018 I will close preorder.

This will be the only edition.

If there are some copies I need to get to reach the minimum to the next „step“ (with more extras) these will become available on Etsy afterwards.

There will NOT be a digital version for sale because I only negotiated with the artists for a printed version.

Soooo.... ����

Hope you like!!! 💕

[rosapeachhogwartsmystery]

Where have you been all this time? part II - Before the Battle of Hogwarts (Hogwarts Mystery Imagine - fem!reader x Charlie Weasley)

Masterlist  (To view my Masterlist, visit my Tumblr page)

Series Masterlist (To read the other parts, visit my Tumblr page and you could find the link to the Series Masterlist or the main Masterlist)

A/N: Here’s the sequel to ‘Where have you been all this time?’. I probably have to write a third part after this >w>’

I hope you will enjoy it!

Words: 4k

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It didn’t take too long before you and Charlie appeared in front of the Burrow. It has been so long since you have shown your face there. Not much seemed to have changed. You heard the Burrow was attacked by Death Eaters once, but it still looked the same as far as you could tell. It didn’t mean you were feeling less anxious to see everyone again.

You might have been able to write letters to everyone, but you couldn’t help it but to be nervous about meeting them again after such a long time. Probably because of the way you and Jacob travelled around the World as Curse-Breakers. You have got used to be on your own or just with Jacob.

Of course, that changed when you met Charlie again in Romania. Something that made you anxious at first, but once you two had talked you started to feel more comfortable around him again. You didn’t think you and Charlie would be an item after your Hogwarts’ years ended. It might have started as a long-distance relationship, but for the last couple months you have been living in Romania with Charlie.

 “There is no need to be nervous.” Charlie said when he wrapped an arm around you, rubbing your arm gently.

You looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry you have to keep reassuring me.” You said softly.

“It’s not a problem.” He said, giving you a sweet smile. “You know, it has been quite a long time since I have been here as well.”

“Well, considering you had to convince wizards in Romania to join our side, they will think you had a good reason for not visiting your family for so long.” You said honestly.

“I suppose you are right about that.”

“Jacob and I haven’t visited our parents in forever, so don’t feel bad about it.”

“You and Jacob don’t visit your parents because they don’t support your decision to become Curse-Breakers.” Charlie pointed out.

“That’s true.” You said. “They still don’t support the decision, but it is fine.” You said with a shrug.

  Charlie opened the door and was basically greeted by his mother, Molly, immediately.

“Charlie! It’s so good to see you again.” She said when she pulled her son into a tight hug.

Charlie hugged his mother back and gave her a grin. “It sure has been a while.”

Molly looked at you and then she gave you a sweet smile. “Oh Y/N, it has been forever since you have last been here!” She said before she also pulled you into a tight hug.

“I know, it has been quite a while.” You said when you hugged her back.

She looked at you and Charlie. “Charlie, why don’t you put your stuff in your old room? And Y/N, you can share a room with Ginny and Hermione.” She told you two.

“Mom, Y/N and I live together, she can stay in my old room with me.” Charlie said, rolling his eyes a little. The last time you slept over, you stayed in Ginny’s room. You didn’t mind it at all, but Charlie definitely wanted to have you close to him. You both had got used to sleeping next to each other.

“Oh, all right! No funny business though.” She warned.

“Mom!” Charlie’s face was a little flushed when his mom said that. You tried not to grin at him, but you knew he already noticed you were about to grin.

  Charlie began taking his and your stuff upstairs. You raised your eyebrow at him. “You know I can carry my own stuff, right?” You said.

“I know, I know. Just let me bring the stuff upstairs.” He said with a grin.

“Okay.” You said softly, still not sure why he was doing this. Then again, Charlie often suddenly did things to help you without asking if you needed help. You knew he was just being sweet.

  “Look at that, George. Charlie is showing off for his girlfriend.”

You noticed Fred and George, watching Charlie carrying his and your stuff upstairs.

Charlie huffed. “I’m not showing off, this is called being a gentleman.” He said, giving you a wink.

“Sure, you are.” Fred and George said sarcastically at the same time, looking amused.

Charlie just shook his head and then he put the stuff down in his old room.

“You two haven’t changed a bit, have you?” You said with a grin.

“Says the one who basically became a Curse-Breaker during her first year.” Fred said with a grin.

“Touché.” You said with a chuckle.

“I have got say, I’m surprised Charlie brought you along. I always thought he was going to bring a dragon as his date.” George said.

“Dragons first, ladies second.” Fred said.

Charlie rolled his eyes with a grin. “You two make it sound like I’m married to my job.”

“Well, aren’t you?” George said.

“And here he is, bringing the legendary Y/N, who solved the mysteries around the Cursed Vaults.” Fred said, shaking his head a bit.

“Come on, Y/N.” Charlie said, leading you into his old room.

“Don’t do anything inappropriate.” Fred and George teased before Charlie closed the door.

  Charlie sighed softly before he took a step closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and moved his face closer to you. His forehead touched yours and he smirked lightly. “I saw you were about to grin when my mom said ‘no funny business’.” He whispered.

“I could barely resist it when you were blushing like that.” You told him softly, smirking lightly back at him.

“Heh, at least you are feeling comfortable.” He said honestly.

“Mostly because of your presence.”

“Well, I’m suppose it’s a good thing you are comfortable because of my presence.” He said with a grin. “Then again, I’m sure you would be all right without me around for a little while, right?”

“Of course.” You said honestly. “I mean, your family is great and I like being around them. It just has been a while. I haven’t been around a lot of people in quite some time, if you don’t count some Curse-Breaker jobs now and then.”

“Good.” He chuckled and then he gave you a sweet smile. “Don’t worry, I know it has been a while for you to be out here. I suppose I haven’t been out with the people a lot either because of my job.”

  Charlie was still holding you close and you gave him a playful look. “So, are you just holding me like this because you want to know if I’m comfortable or because of something else?” You asked amused.

Charlie grinned. “Well, maybe I’m holding you like this for more than one reason.” He told you amused before he leaned down to kiss you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, feeling even more at ease. Charlie was the cure to nerves, at least to you. You haven’t met anyone who you felt more comfortable with. You couldn’t trust a lot of people because of your job, because some people were behind curses. You could be yourself around Charlie and tell him what was going on. Sure, you could tell Jacob things, but it was not the same. Charlie was one of the few people you could trust. He was the one you trusted the most.

Once your lips parted you stared into each other’s eyes, smiling sweetly. You two were still holding each other close, not wanting to let go.

  The door opened and you two looked at the one who opened the door. It was Ron, who kind of blinked when he saw you two like this.

“Eh… Mom asked if you wanted to come downstairs, Charlie.” Ron said.

Charlie sighed and nodded, slowly letting go of you when you also let go of him. “I suppose I should go then. It’s probably about being Bill’s best man.” He said with a grin. “You can unpack if you want, Y/N.” He said before he left the room.

You nodded and then you looked at Ron. “It’s good to see you again, Ron. You sure have grown a lot over the years.” You said with a smile.

“It’s also good to see you again. It sure has been a while since I have last seen you.” Ron said.

“I suppose it was the year before you attended Hogwarts, right? Now look at you. You are an adult. I kind of feel old.” You joked.

  Before Ron could say something else, you saw a brunette walking over to him. “Ronald, come on. We should do something to help.” She said.

“Sorry, I was just greeting Charlie’s girlfriend, she used to come over here at the Burrow when she attended Hogwarts. She was friends with Bill and Charlie.” Ron said.

You held out a hand and gave her a smile. “Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

The girl looked a little surprised. “You are the Y/N Y/L/N? The one who solved the mysteries around the Cursed Vaults?” She asked before she shook your hand. “I’m Hermione Granger. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I have heard so many things about you.”

“Didn’t we have to help out mom?” Ron interrupted, thinking Hermione would probably keep talking about the Cursed Vaults if he didn’t stop her. After all these years, Ron had heard enough stories about the Cursed Vaults from Bill and Charlie. You have told him many things as well when you stayed over at the Burrow.

“Oh, right…” She said before she gave you a smile. “I’m sorry, I suppose we can talk later if you like.” She said.

You nodded. “Sure, that would be nice.” You said honestly.

  Once you were alone, you began unpacking some stuff. You also unpacked some of Charlie’s things, knowing what he would basically need soon. After living with Charlie for quite a while, you kind of knew his habits and routines, so it was easier to anticipate what to do. Besides, you couldn’t do much besides trying to help the Order with Charlie in Romania. You couldn’t do any Curse-Breaker jobs, because they were too dangerous. You would start doing things around the house and wait for Charlie to come home.

Sometimes you went into the town, wanting to get out of the house. And other times, you would spend the day writing about your Curse-Breaker adventures during Hogwarts and after Hogwarts with Jacob. It helped with passing the time until Charlie got home. You kind of were annoyed by yourself, feeling slightly dependent on Charlie nowadays. You began missing your Curse-Breaker Adventures, but you also enjoyed living with Charlie a lot. Maybe you should just stay in Romania as a Curse-Breaker, hoping there are enough jobs to do there. That way you could stay with Charlie and still be a Curse-Breaker. Of course, you would do this if Death Eaters weren’t a threat anymore.

  Once again you heard someone entering the room; an old friend.

“Bill.” You said with a smile and then you walked over to him. You gave him a hug. “It’s good to see you again.”

Bill hugged you back. “It’s also good to see you again. I’m glad you went along with Charlie.” He said.

“Well, I would be a bad friend if I don’t attend the wedding of one of my best friends at Hogwarts, right? Especially because I’m dating your best man.”

“I suppose I would have been disappointed if you didn’t come. I mean, you basically began writing me last year after you disappeared without a trace.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that… I mean, I probably would still be gone if Charlie didn’t see me. At least, I think so. Perhaps with all the dangers I would have shown my face somewhere.”

“It’s a good thing you and Charlie ran into each other then.” Bill said honestly. “I have to say, he seems to be smitten by you.” He laughed.

You blushed lightly and grinned.

“And I can see you are also smitten by him.” He said amused.

“Definitely.”

  “Anyways, how have you been?” You asked.

“Besides the whole Fenir Greyback incident, I’ve been fine. I mean, I’m really looking forward to the wedding. Fleur has been there for me the whole time, especially after the attack.” Bill said honestly.

“That’s a good thing then. I haven’t met Fleur yet, but she sounds great.” You told him. “I’m also glad you are doing fine after the attack. I can’t imagine how awful such an attack must have been. Fenir Greyback is pretty infamous after all…”

“Well, I have been pretty lucky. I mean, I haven’t turned into a werewolf.” He said honestly. “Greyback attacked Tonks’ husband, Remus, when he was nearly five years old.”

You knew that Remus Lupin was a werewolf. You were taught werewolves were awful when you were younger, but you knew werewolves never asked for such a condition. No, you were aware most werewolves didn’t want to be a werewolf, especially because the condition was looked down upon.

“Enough about Greyback, why don’t you go downstairs? I’m sure you can unpack things later.” He said.

“Well, I suppose you are right.” You said with a smile. “I probably should ask your mom if she needs some help.”

“You know you don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to. It’s the least I can do.” You said honestly before you went downstairs.

 You ended up helping Molly in the kitchen and you also met Harry Potter for the first time. The day was pretty eventful and you somewhat felt exhausted. You were glad when you and Charlie both went to bed a little early. Charlie made sure his room was locked when you both were in his old room. He didn’t want people walking in without a warning. If someone needed you two, they would have to knock on the door or they would have to use Alohomora.

Once you two put on your night clothes you two lied down in bed. Charlie was holding you close, spooning you.

“I’m glad mom didn’t force us to spend the night apart.” Charlie said with a chuckle. “I mean, how would I fall asleep without holding you like this? I’ve grown accustomed to this, you know.”

“I’ve grown accustomed to this as well.” You said honestly. “It’s really comfortable to fall asleep like this instead of waking up alone.”

You two both enjoyed a moment of silence. Perhaps because you were both tired, but also because you two didn’t always need words to be comfortable around each other.

  “You seemed to enjoy yourself during the day, despite being in a pretty crowded place.” Charlie said softly.

“I did enjoy it.” You said softly, slowly turning around to face him.

“Good, I mean, I know you prefer less crowded places, so I was worried you might not be comfortable after all.” He said honestly.

“Charlie, don’t worry about it. Besides, it’s not too crowded in your parental house.” You told him. “Sure, I might be more comfortable when I’m with just a few people, but it’s not like I can’t deal with crowded places anymore. Also, it’s not like I have never gone to your parental house in past.” You gave him a grin.

“Sorry, I was just making sure, Y/N.” He said with a sheepish grin. “We both got used to more secluded places, because of our jobs, but since you aren’t the most social butterfly….”

“I’m definitely not a social butterfly.” You chuckled. “That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy social events.” You said before you yawned.

“You should sleep, love.” He whispered before he kissed your forehead.

“I probably should. Good night, Charlie.” You told him softly.

“Good night, Y/N.”

  Of course, you would finally meet up with your Hogwarts friends again after a really long time. They all attended Bill and Fleur’s wedding and you couldn’t help it but to feel nervous once again. It would have been a lot easier if you had met up with them more often, but since it would be your first time in years…. No, you just had to pull yourself through this. You couldn’t avoid them forever. Writing them was definitely a lot easier, but since you only have written them a few, you knew you would have to answer all kinds of questions.

The first one who had found you was the one and only Penny Haywood. She might be older now, but you could still recognize her immediately, just like she recognized you. You bit your lip slightly when she made her way over to you.

  “Y/N Y/L/N….” She said, giving you a very serious look.

“Hey Penny…” You mumbled, not sure what she was trying to do. Was she angry? Was this the look of someone who was disappointed in you? You just couldn’t tell what Penny was trying to do.

Suddenly she pulled you into a tight hug and giggled. “It’s great to see you again!” She told you.

You blinked, processing what just happened before you hugged her back with a grin. “It’s great to see you too.”

“We definitely have to catch up, I want to know how you are doing in person instead of just some letters.” She told you honestly.

“Yeah, we probably should.” You said. “Penny… I’m sorry I have-”

“Don’t apologize! I understand your reasons why you didn’t make any contact with us before you saw Charlie again. You were just trying to do something with your life, doing something you enjoy without being seen as Jacob’s sibling or The One who Solved the Mysteries around the Cursed Vaults.”

You were glad Penny was so understanding about the situation, but you felt like not everyone would be so understanding.

  Of course, you were proven wrong when everyone seemed to understand your reasons. Even Rowan wasn’t angry at you. She was just glad to know you were still alive. She was afraid you and Jacob had died or something.

Everyone was definitely older, but you could still recognize all of your friends. They haven’t changed a lot in your opinion. They all were doing things they loved. For example: Penny was on her way to become a Potioneer, Barnaby became a Magizoolist and Rowan was on her way to become a teacher.

  Things seemed to be great at Bill and Fleur’s wedding until a message sounded: The Ministry had fallen. Not too long after that the Death Eaters were attacking. You had grabbed your wand and began using spells in defence. You would try to protect the people who weren’t able to do that on their own. Still, you needed to be cautious.

You almost got hit, when someone protected you with defensive spells. You looked at the person and noticed it was Charlie, who protected you from the Death Eaters.

“Bloody hell… There are quite a lot of them.” Charlie muttered. “We need to get out of here, now!” He grabbed your hand and you two apparated away from the scene. You two were still pretty close to the Burrow, but at least this spot seemed to be safer.

“Y/N, you stay here. I need to see if the rest of the family is okay.” He said.

“What? Alone?” You said. “No! Let me at least help you.”

“And risk you would get hurt?”

“I can take care of myself, Charlie.”

You could tell he didn’t like the idea of you going along when you could get hurt. “Fine… Just stay focussed.”

“I know what I should be doing, Charlie.” You said honestly.

 The only Weasley that was missing was Ron. Then again, Hermione and Harry were gone as well. Molly said she had already suspected they would leave to save everyone. She wasn’t sure what they were planning completely, but they were trying to destroy You-Know-Who.

You were glad everyone seemed to be doing fine, but that didn’t mean things were fine. No one would be safe anymore, you could feel it. The Ministry was no more, You-Know-Who had risen and it all caused the Second Wizarding War.

Charlie didn’t want to go back to Romania, but he had to. He needed to gather the wizards and witches that wanted to help out here. You had grabbed both your stuff and went back to Romania. You had suggested you could travel back and forth to help out, so you could check on his family for him, but he said he preferred you staying with him.

Once you were in Romania, you suggested to come along with him when he was about to find allies. Of course, Charlie didn’t want you to come along. You weren’t an official member of the Order and he kind of wanted to keep you out of it.

  The more you were alone, the more useless you felt during the war. You and Charlie also got in arguments more often, something that rarely happened before the war started. You just wanted to help, but Charlie didn’t seem to want your help. He wanted to keep you safe and tried to keep telling you how dangerous things could be. You just kept telling him you weren’t helpless in these situations, but he didn’t listen.

One day, you just were done with all the arguing.

“Why don’t you just let me help? Really, I can do something useful as well.” You once again told Charlie.

“And I keep telling you it’s not safe, Y/N. I don’t want you to be involved and put your life on risk!” Charlie said, feeling annoyed.

You could tell he was getting angry because he was annoyed by it all. You just huffed. “And I keep telling you I can defend myself.”

“Damn it, Y/N!” He nearly yelled, slamming a fist against the table. “I said I don’t want you to get involved! Just bloody listen to me for once!”

  Once he just stormed out of the house, you felt almost like crying. You were just done with the arguing. You wanted to do something useful and if Charlie didn’t want you to, then you should probably just leave. You couldn’t just sit here and wait for the war to end. If Dumbledore was still alive, you were still he would have wanted you to help out as well. You ran a hand through your hair and went to the bedroom you shared with Charlie.

You were glad you didn’t move the trunks away yet. You would pack your stuff and just get out of here. You didn’t have much you needed anyways. You would just need enough to move around again. If you needed something, you would probably just buy it or improvise something. You just wanted to be quick. You used magic to lock your trunk and you felt like you were ready to go away.

Once you were ready to walk out of the door, you glanced back. Was this really the right decision? Once again leaving everything behind? Leaving the one you loved the most again? You knew this was probably a mistake, but you just couldn’t do nothing when everyone was fighting out there.

  You ended up going to Penny’s place. She was surprised when she saw you had showed up at her doorstep, but she let you in. She understood you wanted to help out during the war as well and decided to let you help her out.

“Y/N, perhaps you should let Charlie know where you are.” Penny suggested when she was brewing healing potions. “He fire called me last night. He seemed to be wreck without you around.”

You felt guilty Charlie was feeling this way. You only left Charlie a letter you left the house to help out during the war as well, without telling him where you were going. “You didn’t tell him I’m here, right?”

“No, I did not tell him. I just think you should tell him eventually.” She said honestly. “You two love each other. What if something happens to one of you? You would never forgive yourself for that…”

Penny definitely had a point. You would have to talk to Charlie. “I guess I should fire call him then.” You said softly.

Penny nodded and gave you a small comforting smile.

 Once you were at the fireplace, you began fire calling Charlie. You could see he looked surprised and you gave him a small smile.

“Hey Charlie….”

A/N: I’m sorry for the cliffhanger

[readbythestarlight]

Critical Role c2e10 reactions

Sam’s ad what even is this man

Ashley is still here and I’m so happy I love her (and Yasha)

Aw the whole team trying to reassure Jester about their not being time for her letter to reach her mom and the reply to reach her

Caleb is super attached to his shabby coat

Ashley is wearing overalls and it’s just killing me it’s really cute idk

“Don’t tell me how to spend my money”

BuYING NOTT LITTLE EARMUFFS AND A HAT

Beau is so bad with people I love her

Nervous guard is nervous and relatable

“There’s seven of you...”

Yasha is my best girl my fave so brave I love her just walking boldly into the sewer like the badass she is

Yasha: “Everything looks good!”

Matt: “Make a perception check”

Yasha: *rolls an 8* “Like I said, everything looks good”

Matt is regretting his decision to stage this fight in a sewer so much

SROUSes (sewer rats of usual size)

Fjord immediately going to defend our super squishy mage boy <3

“I have reservations about killing a sewer dog”

Yasha the Rat Puncher

“I’m going to hit it with my hand axe because... I’m not... very smart...”

“I’ll use a Caleb bonus action to dry heave, and then I’ll use a firebolt”

“I would never hit you!” Nott you cutie

“Did you see the one that looked kinda like a dog though?? That was creepy!” *Matt cracks up*

The SROUSes were only MOSTLY dead

They’re in fucking Shelob’s Sewer

Nott and Molly just being like “let’s NOT burn the bodies until we know they’re actually dead maybe??”

“Schmidt”

Everybody defending the squishy mage is my fave

HAHAHAHAHA I’d been waiting for them to find a halfling. Couldn’t pass up a LotR ref.

GIANT SPIDER GIANT SPIDER GIANT SPIDER

Matt’s really excited face when he told them to roll initiative for the spider fight

Jester hates sewers and spiders and I’m so with her

Wtf giant phase spider?? Matt spiders did not need to be MORE scary

Travis has been waiting to use Relentless Endurance since C1 when Grog lost to that half orc and he finally remembered to use it and he’s so happy

“I would like to rage”

Yasha is the beeeeest

Molly IMMEDIATELY going Blood Maledict the SECOND the spider goes for Yasha

Yasha with her healing hands. Best tank.

Jester’s giant purple lollipop miniature is cute I love it

Mollymauk Molly-mocked the spider to death

“I hear ‘gentleman’ and I walk over”

So what’s Molly’s thing with tattoos

Nott knows a cool secret thieves language

Caleb is gonna give Jester money?

Caleb gave Jester ALL THE MONEY I CRY I’m glad they’re slowly learning to get along. Conflict makes good story but I’m glad they’re learning.

“I’m going to stare at the wall because I don’t deal with attention very well” #relatable

Meanwhile, Yasha: “I REALLY hide the money I found” 

Molly leave Caleb alone come onnnnn he gave the gold to Jester don’t make him uncomfortable

ROOM PARTY?

Oh god smut shop...?

Give the spider a mustache that’s totally gonna help uh-huh...

“The mighty seven”

“NEIN”

“....?”

“We lost two in the sewers...”

“There’s not a lot of shades of grey in your world, are there? It’s just shit, or not shit.”

“We did it! And we never have to do another adventure again, right?”

Oooo Caleb and Fjord conference, it’s been a while.

Caleb do you even need the glove?

CHECKERED HISTORY WITH FIRE DONT TEASE ME LIAM WHAT IS IT

THANKS FOR ASKING, FJORD, BECAUSE WE ALL WANNA KNOW

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT

WARMAGE WARMAGE WARMAGE

fuck my Caleb feels

“I thought I was going to be something, a long time ago, and now I... don’t...”

IM CRYYYYING

“I hope that you will learn to trust me in time”

Boy I’ve missed the quiet Fjord & Caleb moments

M: “We don’t have to roleplay through your bathing individually”

T: “But... but Matt...”

Nott why are you trying to steal Fjord’s letter??

Molly teasing Nott with the paper what a big bro

“It’s a blank piece of paper”

“I think he IS grumpy, but he stands next to Beau so much that he looks less grumpy”

The whole interaction with Nott trying to steal the letter was top notch 10/10

Me as soon as they meet Ulog again: ITS A TRAP!

It wasn’t a trap.

Time to go out and join the rebellion #FuckTheEmpire

Okay not #FuckTheEmpire but #FuckCertainPeopleWhoAbuseTheSystem

Matt is so Tired and Done

Bring! Frumpkin! Back!

“WHO KICKS A FUCKING CAT”

They walked into the seediest bar possible and they decided to leave and it’s the smartest decision they’ve made this whole campaign

[imaginedilestrade]

Unitum. (12/12)

Unitum- (Latin) United- adjective; joined together politically, for a common purpose, or by common feelings.

Summary: Two kingdoms wage war against another. You are on one side while Greg stands with another…

Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood, death *Character death*, torture (im mean)

A/N: So this is the last chapter if Unitum! 😱😭 it’s so late because I’ve re-wrote it so many times but I think I’m finally happy with how this chapter goes. I hope you all enjoy and thank you to everyone who has read and commented on it! 😘❤️

Missed the last part? Catch up here

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Chapter 12

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Greg didn’t hesitate as he rode into the kingdom. It seemed to have a different air about it in comparison to his own. As soon as he got though the gates people chased after him but his horse carried on. When he got off, those who came after him didn’t stand a chance, he’d fight until his last breath for you.

Making it to the throne room, he barged in and saw king Jim jump in his throne. “Seize him!” He roared and Greg was grabbed by two guards. Jim got down from his throne and laughed at Greg struggling before turning his back “Take him away. Throw him in the dungeons.”

“No! No you don’t understand! It’s Y/N!” Greg screamed and Jim tensed.

The king turned back around “What did you say?” He seethed “How dare you come from that so-called kingdom and speak my sisters name!”

“You don’t understand!” Greg roared and fought against the grip of the guards “She is in danger! They grey knights may have taken her captive!”

Jim roared with laughter “This is codswallop! You’re just trying to infiltrate my kingdom.” Molly was walking passed and heard the commotion behind the doors of the throne room, she also heard your name behind mentioned and pressed an ear to the door.

“Your sister…I gave her a honeysuckle flower when she came to meet me in the quiet lands. Believe me if you want to, but she is in danger and it could be fatal.” Greg didn’t shout, he tried his best to reason with your temperamental brother.

On the other side of the door, Molly gasped “Greg!” She burst in. “My lord,” she quickly bowed her head “He’s telling the truth! I know where this flower is-”

“You should know better than to lie and you should also know better than to defend a man who serves my enemy!” Him cut her off and she stumbled back a little, stumbling back into the arms of a commander…

“They are telling the truth my king,” Sebastian’s voice trembled slightly “We must go.”

“What do you mean?” Jim raised a brow, willing to believe what Sebastian would have to say “What is going on.”

“Your majesty,” Greg spoke up “I will explain everything on the way.”

Jim contemplated for a moment.

“Release him.”

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Your tears were the only source of warmth on the cold concrete floor. No one has came in to see you since prince Tom left but you had a feeling he’d be back any minute, you could hear mumbling on the other side of the door.

Sure enough moments later prince Tom came sauntering through the door. You looked at him through your lashes, not giving him the privilege of your full attention. He crouched down beside you and smirked at your tatty hair and dirty face.

“You had the world at your feet, you were the forefront of everything…” he jibed “If only you agreed to my proposal sooner.”

“We would have just ended up in the same situation,” you spoke with gritted teeth. They lightly chattered as the cold clung to you.

“Yes,” prince Tom bobbed his head from side to side before pulling out a small dagger “But I wouldn’t have had to do this…” he lightly sliced just above your cheekbone, leaving a thin wound that stung and seeped blue blood. You hissed feeling the contact of the cool metal against your even cooler skin. “Those grey knights are just so so terrible!”

You chewed your gum at his sarcastic tone and wanted nothing more than to slaughter him.

He stood up and made his way to leave again “You will never win this,” you spoke loud enough for him to hear, he never retorted at your remark but you did see him tense before leaving the room completely.

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“We can’t defeat them on our own, my lord…” Sebastian spoke to Jim in a hushed tone. Greg had taken them and the kings army to the spot where he found the trail of blue blood. Jim realised then that he was telling the truth. Sebastian let out an irritated huff “The longer we leave her the longer she-”

Sebastian stopped mid sentence and Jim removed his eyes from the blood to look at the nervous commander “The longer she what, Sebastian?” He remained expressionless and Jim’s temper frayed “Spit it out!”

“The longer she suffers!” Sebastian roared and the army of men flinched “Heavens forbid that she might actually be dead!” Jim turned away, unable to face the fact. “Put your differences aside, ask King Sherlock for help for the sake of your sister!”

Jim slowly turned to Greg “Will he help? His army and my own could finally kill those Knights.”

Greg nodded “He will.”

Greg rode off and headed towards his own kingdom leaving Sebastian and Jim alone. “He loves Y/N…” Sebastian confessed “And she loves him, loves him so much that she risked everything, including her life, to be with Greg.” Jim solemnly nodded, he knew you loved Greg. He could cast his mind back to your fiery passion when you spoke of the captain of his enemy’s army.

In the distance the pair suddenly heard hooves and a sea of red approached them. “I was told you need our assistance…” King Sherlock appeared out of the fog with Greg by his side and his army “I always found your sister the more reasonable one and considering her and the fact that she was taken by the men who’s goal it is to burn our kingdoms to the ground, we will fight with you.”

With a thankful nod, the two kingdoms rode towards the land claimed by the grey knights.

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“Sir, they are approaching!” A knight warned prince tom and he sneered slightly, he thought he would have more time than this to prepare.

“You know what to do! Go!” He ordered and his men prepared for battle. He returned to you and you scooted back seeing him approach you so fast “Get up!” You barely had time to follow those orders as he had already dragged you up by the shackles. Once you found your feet, with as much force as you could muster, brought your hands that were balled into a fist to the side of his face, making him fall back. You tried to advance to the exit while he was down but he grabbed onto your chained ankle and pulled you to the ground. Your scream scraped against your throat like it was shards of glass, it didn’t compare with the screams and cries that were coming from outside.

Greg, King Jim, King Sherlock and Sebastian frantically searched for you in the ruin of a castle while the war waged outside. Greg could hear you and ran to the source of the noise, the others quickly following him. They barged into the room and saw you on the floor with Prince Toms hand around your throat.

“Kill him!” You croaked out and Sebastian and Jim lunged at him while Greg and King Sherlock helped to free you. Another knight ran in and king Sherlock battled him “He’s behind everything,” you quickly caught your breath, one hand was gripping to Greg while the other took one of his two swords “He killed my father too.”

Greg ran his thumb over your cut before helping you to your feet just as Sebastian was thrown against the wall. “You help your brother, I’ll fight with my king.”

You both went to opposite ends of the room, Sebastian was out cold on the floor and prince Tom was full of stamina as he fought your brother. You attempted to strike him down but he was fast, managing to defend himself from both you and Jim. “At least you two are putting up more of a fight than your father did!”

You growled but Jim faltered as realisation set in. Time slowed for him. The world was nothing but a blur for a matter of seconds. And that was when prince Tom seized his opportunity. The prince pushed you back and you landed in the concrete floor with a thud. Jim held his sword up to defend himself but prince Tom had pushed his own sword into your brothers chest and drove him right up against the wall.

You let out such a bloodcurdling scream. It was so loud it made Sebastian jump back to life again. Greg and king Sherlock had killed the last grey knight just as you stood up and made eye contact with Jim. He looked at you with a knowing glint in his eye. You knew what you had to do.

While prince Tom was relishing having his sword through Jim’s chest, you forcefully drove your sword into Tom’s back, piercing your brothers own badly wounded chest. The impact of your blade made no difference to his fate.

Prince Tom slowly let go of his own sword and gasped for air. He stumbled back when you pulled out your sword, eventually falling to the ground completely. A pool of thick, dark, tar-like blood grew around him as he endured his final moments.

Jim’s weak body fell to the floor and you crashed to your knees. “No,” you whispered as tears welled in your eyes and your hands pressed against his fatal wound in attempts to perhaps save him.

“My crown is yours…” he groaned and you swallowed hard.

“No! There is still life left in you!” Your hands fumbled slightly but Jim grabbed on to them and you stopped.

“Wind under willows and trees under sky, To die is an art, these words I live by.” Jim weakly smiled and you let out a loud sob and you clutched onto his bloody clothing. The warm liquid seeped though your fingers.

“My heart fills with hope as my lips say goodbye.” You whispered as tears fell from your eyes.

Jim sent you a small smile before slowly moving his hand to wipe away your tears “I will go forth into heaven with you by my side.” His eyes shut and you let out an animalistic roar as he lay there. Sebastian, king Sherlock and Greg all sent wary looks to one another. You finally let go of your brother and turned around to them. They fell to one knee and bowed before you. It was customary.

“Our Queen.”

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Epilogue

The weight of the crown on your head took moment to grow accustomed to. Your eyes wondered over to the painting of you and your bother in your throne room, it was beside the picture of your father.

“They would have been very proud of you…” you turned to Greg and widely smiled. He rather suited his crown. Greg gasped onto your hand and brought it to his lips “My queen.”

“My king,” you playfully retorted back before the doors to the throne room opened and king Sherlock walked in. “King Sherlock,” you lightly bowed your head and he did the same “I’m assuming by your cheerful demeanour you have accepted my proposition for our two kingdoms to live in harmony.”

“Indeed I have, Queen Y/n.” He seemed genuinely relieved and happy about the situation.

“Good,” you smiled and turned to Greg, gently squeezing his hand “Because we can achieve anything when we are united.”

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MY LIST OF BSD SHIPS (as of November 4 2017)

includes canon x canon, canon x oc, oc x oc, m/f, m/m, f/f, and ships with nonbinary people

Mizuki Tsujimura X Yukito Ayatsuji [I know nothing about the gaiden novel, but I'm shipping it purely on fan art lol]

Kyusaku ‘Q’ Yumeno -> Aya Koda [I have mixed feelings on this one.]

Naoya Shiga (OC) X Kafu Nagai ( @crystal-doll‘s OC) [7w7]

Child!Ougai Mori X Elise [rintarou did nothing wrong]

John Steinbeck X H P Lovecraft [I'm slowly sinking into the ship halp]

John Steinbeck X Mark Twain [one of my weird rare pairs]

John Steinbeck X Emily Dickenson (OC) [who knows~? idk\]

Doppo Kunikida X Kanae Minato (OC) [an almost ship that ended tragically] ((based of an RP with my friend @soul-dwelling ))

Lydia Zinovieva Annibal (OC) X Natalia (OC) [canon lesbianssss~<3 hell, lydia’s whole reason for joining the rats was for her girlfriend’s sake, hoping to use the book to save her from a coma]

Mark Twain X Edgar Allan Poe [another of my rare pairs]

Ryunosuke Akutagawa -> Atsushi Nakajima [you remember Helga and Arnold from hey Arnold? its exactly like that. sorta]

Alice Arisugawa (OC) X Rowena Poe (OC) [occult club shipping! plus I think alice does have a crush on Rowena in the canon story]

Miyoshi Tatsuji (OC) X Sakutaro Hagiwara (OC) [cheer up miyoshi! one day sakutaro will notice you!]

Katai Tayama X His Futon [do I need to say anything?]

Motojiro Kajii X Leo Tolstoy (OC) [one of those unexpected ships that turns out to be really really cute.]

Yana (OC) X Anya Hepburn (soul eater not) [if you’ve read death city days, you’ll understand]

Kirako Haruno X Osamu Dazai [another rare pair/friends with benefits sort of thing]

Chuuya Nakahara X Rain (OC) [THE MEGA ONE! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE SIDED ON RAIN’S PART BUT THE RP WITH @soul-dwelling CHANGED THAT AND IM IN TOO DEEP WITH FLUFF AND ANGST AND SCREAMING I LOVE IT]

Osamu Dazai -> Sakunosuke ‘Odasaku’ Oda [I think dazai had a slight crush on oda, don't lie]

Osamu Dazai X Doppo Kunikida [another ship I have started shipping recently]

Nathaniel Hawthorn X Margaret Mitchell [the canon source material does give evidence to the ship, so... yeah]

Edgar Allan Poe X Ranpo Edogawa

Edgar Allan Poe X Louisa May Alcott [in this ships timeline, louisa is aged up. I am still not over her canon age fam]

Edgar Allan Poe X Lana Shephard (OC) [blame @soul-dwelling]

Henry Poe (OC) X Molly Poe (OC) [poe’s brother and sister-in-law, they’re so cute and have a daughter~!]

Shousaku Katsura X Kiku ‘KEEK’ Harue (OC) [another ship spawned from the RP between me and @soul-dwelling]

Hans Christian Anderson (Collab OC) X Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (Collab OC) [one of the ships with me and @soul-dwelling‘s collab OCs]

Ranpo Edogawa X Snacks [aroace ranpo FTW]

Gin Akutagawa X Ichiyo Higuchi [so cute~]

Ango Sakaguchi -> Sakunosuke ‘Odasaku’ Oda [ango was totally in love with oda. feels man]

Elizabeth Poe (OC) X Roderick Poe (OC) [poe’s parents. they are precious old people]

Lucy Maud Montgomery X Atsushi Nakajima [I really love these two a lot ok?]

Kenji Miyazawa X Kyouka Izumi [perhaps when they are older~]

Etta Hoffman (Collab OC) X Franz Kafka (Collab OC) [another collab OC ship with me and @soul-dwelling. kafka y u so tsundere]

Sakunosuke ‘Odasaku’ Oda X Andre Gide [blame the translator of the dark era light novel, who’s username escapes me]

Andre Gide X Colette (OC) [so many feels]

Sakunosuke ‘Odasaku’ Oda X Andre Gide X Colette (OC) [when in doubt, polyship]

Gaston Leroux (OC) X Christine Daae (OC) [QuQ]

F. Scott Fitzgerald X Zelda Fitzgerald [REMINDER THAT HE IS MARRIED IN CANON AND LOVES HIS WIFE SO FUCKING MUCH IM CRYING]

Mushitaro Oguri X Yokomizo/Kindaichi [this ship fucking killed me man Q___Q]

Nikolai Gogol X Tatsuhiko Shibusawa [ @chris-phd LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME THEY ARE PRECIOUS WITH THEIR TWO DAUGHTERS I CANT EVEN]

Ace X getting tossed out a fucking window [I still fucking hate this guy so much]

Topaz X Garnette (OC) [these kids deserved better Q__Q]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky X Ivan Goncharov [my favorite Fyodor ship. vanya loves him so much~]

Doppo Kunikida X Nobuko Sasaki [I might dislike sasaki, but I feel bad for doppo Q_Q]

Alexander Pushkin X Katya Makarov (OC) [one of those ships that can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic. I'm down for either tbh]