#like he just walks in the house and shows Molly with a full grin and is so proud of himself for finding them

[elisedonut]

Kinda obsessed with a soulmate au where Percy just kidnaps a baby

like it's a young Percy obvious like 5-7 ish and he's been told his whole life that your soulmate is well yours

and his stupid child brain just finds his soulmate really young unattended and goes "oh this is mine" yoink

because well their his right?? so he can take it right?

i just think it would be so silly

like Percy 100% doesn't think he's done anything wrong so he's just sitting playing with the baby while Molly is panicking because on one hand she's excited that one of her kids found their soulmate and on the other she has no idea who's baby this is and where their parents are and--

even funnier is if in the eyes of the law or something he technically hasn't done anything wrong because soulmates take priority over guardians in this kind of world.

[firsttimewriter92]

Everything Black Pt. 3

This is a Post Azkaban Sirius Black x fem! reader (Muggle) fic I came up with. This is the first time I´m writing something like this and posting it, so let me know if you have any suggestions as to how I can improve my writing. I am not a native speaker so please keep that in mind :) Please, please don´t copy my work. If you want to repost, please do. I would love it if you tagged me, though :)

Warnings: Major Angst, Fluff, Snape is kind of an ass, bit teasing this one (No actuall smut yet)

Word count: 11.900 (Geez, they are getting longer)

Summary: You settle into Grimmauld Place and Sirius shows his appreciation for you. Just when he and you share some moments together, Snape makes some remarks about Sirius´ situation. Will he confide in you and how will you react?

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The next morning Mollys eyes almost teared up when Sirius appeared in the kitchen very early. He had a spring to his step that she had never seen on him. “You cleaned up”, she stated as he casually leaned against the windowsill. “Yep”, he grinned. “Any reason why you decided to finally do it? I told you to do so a million times”, Molly said with mock hurt but could not fight the smile. “Can´t I clean up when there is a guest in the house?” he asked while accepting the cup of tea Molly handed him.

“You have had guests in your house for months now, Sirius. And not once have you thought about presenting yourself decently groomed or dressed for that matter”, she scolded him. Her tone of voice was strict but warm. Sirius looked at her sheepishly. “None of you are interesting Muggles, though”, he said with a grin.

Molly crossed her arms over her chest. “Interesting, pretty Muggles you mean”, she teased. Sirius put down the cup, an earnest expression on his face now.

“You know I appreciate you all being here. I love it when the house is full but,…” Molly touched his shoulder gently. “My dear Sirius, we know. I am happy to see you this way”, she said with nothing but truth in her voice. “And if it takes an interesting, pretty Muggles”, and she held up a hand at that as Sirius was about to comment. “Don’t argue with me on this, Sirius. If it takes an interesting, pretty Muggle to finally kick your arse enough to clean up your act, then I will do my best to make her feel welcome. And…”, she concluded as she looked into his eyes, “I can already see the doubt inside your head. If you would like her to stay, show her, be honest with her and try to trust her not to leave eventually.”

Sirius had a lump in his throat. Why was it possible for mothers like her, Lily or James´ mother to exist while his own…He sighed and to her surprise, hugged Molly shortly but firm to his side, briefly leaning his head onto hers. “You are a good Mother, Molly”, he said. Blushing and a bit teary eyed the red headed woman cleared her throat and said, “Oh, hush you. Keep your flattery for someone else.” Then scurried off to the stove. Sirius smiled at her back and sat down at the head of the table pulling closer the todays daily prophet.

When you woke up you decided to take a shower first before heading to breakfast. You felt fresh and happy when you excitedly scampered down the stairs until you remembered the screaming portrait. You halted immediately, walking as quietly as you could. You reached the stairs down to the kitchen without an incident. “Good morning”, you said in a chipper voice as you reached the foot of the stairs. You could see Molly preparing breakfast and Sirius at the far end of the table. He had a newspaper in front of his face but immediately dropped it when he heard your voice. And just as the paper, your jaw dropped as well.

Before you sat Sirius, but a very different version of him. He cut his hair so it was about shoulder length. The cut had favoured its natural volume and slight bounce. The slightly silver sides only added to it. His beard was trimmed nicely and only now could you see the full capacity of one of the most handsome faces you had ever seen on a man. But what surprised you even more was what he was wearing. Washed out black jeans and a deep red band shirt of…

“Zepplin?”, you asked curiously as you made your way towards him. He looked down and with a lopsided smile he said, “Yea, I listened to them fairly often back in the day. Drove my parents mad”, he grinned with a slight bitterness as you sat down. “Only one more reason to do it and dress like this”, he added and tucked at the shirt. “Well, I´m certainly a fan”, you said enthusiastically. Sirius leaned closer to you and said with a wink, “Of me, or Zepplin´?”

“Merlin ___, haven´t I told you not to stroke his ego?” Remus appeared in the kitchen. He looked tired, obviously exhausted but none the less, he smiled warmly at the both of you. “I know, I´m sorry but,” with a grand gesture you pointed to Sirius with both arms, palms stretched out toward him. “Have you seen him? He cleaned up so good?!” Sirius was trying to hide his embarrassment. Remus eyed him up and down, nostalgia filling his every pore as he looked at his old friend. And indeed, it was like looking at a young Sirius again. It was astounding how no one except for Dumbledore seemed to understand what Sirius needed was someone who would be able to get to know him as the person he was now. Not comparing him to the person he used to be. “Long time no see, Pads”, Remus said with a hefty pat to Sirius´ shoulder as he sat down. A solemn look befell Sirius´ face but he had a slight smile on his face.

After breakfast, Remus excused himself. “Have to take care of something”, he said at the foot of the stairs as you looked at him questioningly. “Don´t worry, shouldn’t take too long.” And with that he put on his coat and went outside. Sirius wished so much he could join him. You turned around to him and said “Would it be too much to ask for a little more magic?” Sirius had only waited for those words. Exhilarated by the fact that you wanted to spend time with him he quickly said “Absolutely not. Please, follow me.”

Back in the library he showed you spells that let objects fly towards him, made books just ascent into the air or let fireworks shoot out of the tip of his wand. “This is just childsplay”, he said as he sat down next to you on the couch for a little break. “We learn these spells very early on. There are far more exciting things, like Transfiguration and Defence.”

“Defence?”, you asked. “Defend yourself from what?” Sirius´ smile faded a bit but he tried to maintain the light mood. “I am afraid the world of wizards is not as peaceful as you might think, darling. There are things and people out there that are not interested in peace or tranquillity.” You looked at him a bit worried and it clicked. “Death eaters”, you whispered. Sirius nodded. “Clever girl.” Under any other circumstance you would have shivered at the endearment, but Sirius´ look made you realise that the topic was no laughing matter. “I want to hear about it”, you said suddenly.

“___”, Sirius began but you stopped him. “Please, Sirius. I am already in this situation. If I want to help out and stay here, I need to know a bit more. The last two days have been filled with the light side, the fun part of magic but if there is a dark side, then I want to know about that as well. I need to know what I am in. I am not naïve, I realise that there is conflict in every world. So please, tell me what I need to know.”

You meant every word. You were determined on showing Sirius and the others as well, that you could handle the truth. That they didn’t have to think about what they could tell you or how to speak in your presence. “I want to know. Everything eventually. But for now, won´t you start with this, so I can understand you better?” you asked with a hopeful look toward Sirius. His heart felt like it was about the break in two. Your determination to stay in this house, in this world meant so much to him. He didn’t want to spoil this for you already. But the stern, hopeful look in your eyes made him weak. He looked at you with a bit of despair. “It´s gruesome”, he said. You nodded. “So is Muggle history if you look at it that way.” He chuckled coldly at that. You were right, of course.

So he began. Telling you everything you had asked. He told you about the darkest wizard of all time and his followers. What their beliefs were, what horrible things they did. To Muggles as well. You let him speak freely, afraid he would stop the second he noticed your discomfort. You sat on the couch absolutely still, listening, not moving a muscle while Sirius sat next to you. Elbows on his knees, he just looked forward while talking as if he didn´t want to look at you as well. And he didn’t. He was terrified that while he was talking, he would seal the fate of you begging Albus to erase your memories. He told you about the order of the phoenix, what they fought for, about the current members. He mentioned briefly that the order had been established before the disappearance of the dark Lord and dissipated after his fall. Only, he did not fall. He was on the rise and the order assembled once again.

Sirius stopped at that. This should be enough trauma for one evening, he thought bitterly. If he mentioned more of the old order, eventually he would have to talk about James, Lily and Harry of course. And therefore he would have to reveal to you what he was. He was not at all ready for that yet. He didn´t dare look at you. His heart was hammering in his chest as panic flooded his insides. He was scared.

You tried your best not to shake. Your eyes were wide. Truly you had not expected the magical world to be at the brink of war…again. You were scared. But you willed yourself to think about why you were scared. Of course one point was you being a Muggle. And apparently that didn’t sit right with some people. The uncertainty what will happened and when it will happen was another point. But most of all, you feared for your new friends. These people that had welcomed you into their world, their house….they prepared for war. A war in which several order members already died years back.

You took a deep breath and saw Sirius flinch at that. Immediately you felt bad. Scooting closer to him, you felt bold enough to reach out and take his hand. It was cold and a bit clammy but Sirius did not pull away. Instead he looked at you almost pleadingly from the side. That look almost broke you again. You wanted to ease his worries away more than anything. “I´m going to say some things. You listening?” you asked. He nodded and you squeezed his hand a bit. “I´m scared,” Sirius´ let out a quiet, desperate sound and hung his head. “But”, you continued quickly, “I am scared that I am going to lose all this”, you nodded your head somewhere in the room. “I just found this literal magical place, welcoming people, dare I say friends”, Sirius´ head shot up at that to look at you astounded. “And I am terrified for them because they are all preparing for another war. A war were I can´t help at all. And if I can´t help…” Your voice was thick but you dared to look Sirius in the eyes. You saw different emotions quickly changing. Astonishment, fear, gratitude and last, determination.

Sirius had not expected this. He was deeply touched and astounded about the fact that you didn´t seem to be scared for your own safety at all. You thought about them first. The fact that they were in danger. You wanted to stay. It took almost every ounce of willpower he had, not to envelop you in a protective hug and never let go. So instead he quietly turned his hand and laced his fingers with yours like it was the most common thing for the two of you (And for some odd reason, you both felt like it was).

“You already help plenty, love. Believe me”, he said and was finally able to smile at you. You smiled back at him. An honest smile, but fleeting. Concern laced your voice when you asked, “Sirius…As a Muggle…in how much danger am I exactly?”

“None”, he said immediately. With one fluid motion he was in front of you, kneeling on the old carpet he held both your hands and looked up at you. “You should have started with this question, love. You are not in danger,____. Not as much as any other Muggle out there since the Death eaters first appeared. And I promise you that all of us will see to it that it stays this way. I will see to it. But I can only do that…if you stay.” You looked at him. He looked at you so hopeful, your heart clenched. “So, you are saying I would be just as safe outside as I am in here?” you asked and looked briefly out the window. Sirius´ face fell, but he remembered Mollys words. Be honest, trust her. “If the Death eaters didn´t see you that night”, he swallowed. “Then yes. Albus would have to alter your memory, but you would be just as safe in your old life” he said with a very small voice, looking at your hands in his, wondering if this would be the last time he held them.

“Sirius”, he heard you say and when he raised his head, he was met with the most heart stopping smile he had ever seen. “Sirius, I discovered magic. Real magic! My old life was about surviving, not living. Here, I finally seem to be of use of some sort”, and then he heard the words that he could have sworn he would never hear. “I want to be here.” That’s it, he thought. Mate, brace yourself this is not going to be easy. You are falling broom over cauldron. The relieved chuckle that passed his lips made your heart sing. “Woman”, he said rising, taking you with him. “I hope you know with this, you got yourself a lap dog.” “You are house broken, right?”, you asked with mock seriousness and a raised eyebrow. Again you were able to hear that barking laugh as Sirius squeezed your hands one last time before letting go of them. You missed the touch immediately. Joining in his laughter however with a giggle. Then, you heard a loud crash and the horrible screeching shortly following.

“Oh, for the love of Merlin’s saggy left nut…”, Sirius´ groaned as he hastily made his way to the door. You were at his heels trying not to laugh at the ridiculous swear. You ran down the stairs accompanied with shouts of “MUDBLOODS” “BLOODTRAITORS” and “POOR EXCUSE OF A SON”.

Son? you wondered as you reached the bottom of the stairs. Remus already trying his best to close the curtains when Sirius joined him in the effort. “MUGGLE”, the woman screamed and pointed at you with a look of pure ill intent. “GET OUT! FILTH! YOU ARE UNWORTHY TO WALK THESE HALLS!” Sirius had enough. With all his strength he leaned against the curtain and closed it, shutting up the mad woman. He was panting while he turned around to apologize for his mother’s words but all he saw was you, relaxing against the railing on top of the third step looking positively bored. “So”, you drawled pointing at the portrait. “That screeching bitch is your mother?” He looked up at you with a look of pure adoration and said “I´m afraid so, darling. Though I haven’t used that title on her for a long time. To me, she is just the woman that gave birth to me.” He shrugged. You descended the last few steps and stood next to him. Looking at the curtain you said “First, and definitely only thing I will ever be thankful to her for.” Merlin, sweetheart you need to stop!, he thought, trying to hide his red cheeks behind his hair as he hung his head.

Only now did you realise what had caused the crash in the first place. Just like you, Tonks had fallen over a strange object. It turned out to be an umbrella stand. It looked strangely like the foot of something big. Tonks was kneeling on the floor, picking up bags and packages wrapped in parchment paper. “What is all this?”, you asked amused as you kneeled down as well to help her. She gave you a thankful smile. “It´s for you”, she said excitedly.

“What?” you asked perplexed as you looked up at Sirius. He had a mischievous smile on his face and nodded towards the kitchen. With packages and bags in hand you made your way downstairs behind Tonks.

Sirius stared at your retreating back still smiling. “Merlin’s beard, haven´t seen that look on your face in a while, Padfoot”, Remus said teasingly. “Shut it, Moony. I am at a loss here”, Sirius was trying to sound annoyed but couldn´t quite manage. Remus got a little worried at that. He knew Sirius well enough that when he was like this, the possibility of him overthinking and standing in his own way was very high. “Don´t”, he simply said. “Don´t what?” Sirius asked looking at him a bit bewildered. “You enjoy her company? Enjoy it then. You would like her to stay? Make her stay comfortable. You want it to be more? Stop trying to make excuses about why you are not good enough and show her.” Sirius groaned but he knew his friend was right. He was in his head too much. “I honestly thought I wasn´t able to feel like this anymore. If I ever did, to be fair.” He said quietly. Remus patted his back. “You are on the right path, Sirius. I´m happy for you, so don´t screw up. But maybe, hold off on the flirting a bit. It´s always made me nauseous.” Chuckling Sirius turned to his friend. “Maybe you should try it sometime yourself. Or Tonks will never know that you fancy her.” He grinned when Remus´ face fell. “Don´t tell her!” he spat. “Take your own advice then”, Sirius rolled his eyes. “If you like her, show her and stop feeling like you are not good enough. I thought we taught you better.” Remus sighed. “You know that’s different”, he said. “I´m danger-”

“Oh, shut up!” Sirius interrupted him. “Come on, I want to see what the two of you got her”, he said and went down the stairs followed by a head shaking Remus.

In the kitchen, Tonks flung her share of the loot onto the wooden table and started to bounce from one foot to the other. “Open them, open them”, she said clapping her hands and grinning. With a careful, questioning look to Remus and Sirius who just came down the stairs, you grabbed one of the packages. Remus just shrugged with a smile but Sirius was almost as excited as Tonks. He hurried to get to his spot at the head of the table where you stood and placed both palms on the table, leaning over it and eying the packages and bags. You chuckled and began to open the package in your hand. It was soft. When it opened, it hit you. Of course, exactly what you needed. Inside the package were two simple pullovers with a V-neckline. A grey one and a dark green one. You picked one up and it seemed to be exactly your size. Now you knew why Tonks was here. You were somewhat relieved, the clothes she lent you were almost a bit too flashy and bright for you. You smiled brilliantly into the expecting faces, one more than the other. “Thank you for getting these. They look so pretty”, you said thankfully.

“This one next”, Tonks said and pushed another bag towards you. You opened one after the other, small piles of clothes began to form on the table. Sirius seemed to get more satisfied with every package or bag you opened. He was a bit worried Tonks would go overboard, that’s why he sent Remus with her. Remus wasn’t exactly looking forward to a shopping spree in the Muggle world but he knew you needed the clothes. And as much as he tried to tell himself that he was no good, a day with Tonks was something he would always have trouble saying no to. One bigger package and a bag, delicately sealed with a small bow were left. You grabbed the package first. It was soft as well but felt heavier than the others. “This one is a little special”, Tonks said. “We went to Diagon Alley for it.” Knowing that it was the wizarding shopping street, your mouth opened slightly and your heart began to hammer in excitement. Sirius and Remus had told you about the cobbled street with all its magical shops and what they sold. Almost reverently you pulled on the string and carefully pulled away the wrapping material. Revealed was a midnight blue, heavy fabric. You carefully unpacked it completely and lay it out on the table. It seemed to be some kind of…”It’s a travelling cloak. Or just a winter cloak, however you want to see it”, Remus said. You were in Aw. Touching the cloak carefully you noticed, it was probably made from the softest material you had ever touched.

“Here, let me”, suddenly Sirius was at your side. He pulled the cloak off the table and opened it up for you to put it on. You looked at him in gratitude and smiled as you turned around. The cloak fit perfectly around your shoulders and arms. It almost fell down to your ankles. The midnight blue colour, as well as the soft material, almost made it look like you wore a piece of the early night sky. Though the colour was simple, its movement with the fabric wasn’t. It was almost as if the colour had different shades and was moving over the fabric as you moved just the slightest bit. Sirius was relieved. He asked Remus and Tonks to get you something from Diagon Alley. Anything really. He just wanted to see yet another reaction to something magical from you. He could see why they would choose a piece of clothing made for the wizarding world and made it so it was somehow adjustable to the Muggle world. They would think it was an alternative piece of clothing but not stare for too long or ask any questions about it. But seeing you move in it with such delight and wonder etched onto your face, his heart wished for nothing more than to be able to show you his world to its full extent.

All the places he used to go and see. Once he was free. Once his name was cleared, that was what he wanted to do. The words you spoke to him earlier in the library echoed in his mind, helping him not to interpret the cloak as an instrument or indication for you to leave. When he realised that, a feeling of pure relaxation came over him and he marvelled in it. “The cloak has a warming and cooling charm at the same time”, Tonks explained to you. “Whenever you are somewhere cold, it´ll warm you and whenever you are somewhere hot, it´ll cool you down.” Fascinated you looked down at yourself. You never felt this fortunate about owning a piece of clothing. You walked over to Tonks in a hurry and with a huge smile you enveloped her into your arms hugging her giggling form. “I´m glad you like my pick,” she said as she carefully patted your back but hugged you back none the less. “I do, thank you”, you said and as you let go and turned to Remus. “You too, Remus. Thank you very much.” You didn´t know if he would appreciate a hug so you kept your distance a bit and gave him a grateful smile. He did seem to appreciate the gesture. He was still relaxed and simply nodded at you with an equal friendly smile that made his eyes appear in an even warmer hazelnut colour.

You turned back to Tonks to gush a bit more about the cloak when suddenly “PADS!! Get your dirty paws off that bag!”, Remus boomed, useing his best scolding voice and immediately felt a bit nostalgic as he saw how Sirius jumped and dropped the bag immediately back onto the table, looking positively guilty. With wide eyes he looked at Remus. “Why? What´s in it?” he asked trying to sound innocent. Remus rolled his eyes. Coming around the table he leaned towards his friend. “Do I need to put you on a lead?”, he whispered as he grabbed the bag. Sirius smirked. “Not yet”, he said softly. Remus forced down a smile and handed the bag back to you. You wondered what could be in it and opened the bow peeking inside. And there it was. Lace. Closing the bag hastily, your whole face flushed bright red and you looked at Remus with a shocked expression. “Please tell me you didn´t….”

“Merlin’s beard, ___ no! I chose them!” Tonks came to his rescue. “I thought if we buy you a new wardrobe anyway, you also need those. There are comfortable ones and”, she winked at you, whispering “nice ones.” That did not help your flush at all. Sirius was eying the situation carefully and he thought he had a pretty good idea of what was in the bag. You had unpacked jumpers, shirts, a few blouses, sweatpants and jeans, socks and pyjamas. Everything you needed except for…Well. The thought that he almost embarrassed you by looking into the bag made him feel bad. With you in his presence he started to feel like almost his old self again. That included acting a bit impulsive without thinking about what came after. He was a full blown adult now. He had to think a bit more ahead. Then again, seeing your adorable flushed face, he actually wondered what the garments in the bag looked like. What they would look like on you, Stop it!

“Alright, so what do I owe you?”, you asked and looked expectantly between Remus and Tonks. They shared a confused look. “What do you mean?” Tonks asked. “Well, unless you made yourself invisible and stole all those clothes, how much money did you spend?” you asked with a laugh. “Wait, you didn’t make yourself invisible and stole these, did you? Please tell me you have the receipts.” You said a bit worried. Tonks let out a small squeak and hugged you tightly. “You are the most precious thing I have ever met”, she said with a small whine. When she let go and saw your confused expression she explained. “Albus had a bit of a bad feeling about snatching you off the street without giving you a chance to pack your things. He insisted we tell you not to worry about it”

A very strange feeling crept up your throat and you could feel tears stinging in the corners of your eyes. The generosity these people had shown you the last few hours was more than you ever experienced. It was a bit difficult to handle. With a small sniff you said “ Well, I need to call and thank him then. This is…very generous. I need to, ehm…” You lost your words for a moment. To your surprise Remus came over and lay a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Calm down”, he said in a friendly tone. “You needed these clothes so we got them for you. It´s not like we bought you a Unicorn”, he said with a grin. “And forget about calling him. Wizards don’t usually communicate via Phone.” Your heart sank. “Then how am I supposed to thank him? Will he visit again soon?”

“We write letters”, Remus simply stated. “I am sure Sirius will help you with that”, he said with a wink in Sirius´ direction. You looked at him. He leaned against the counter alongside the wall and nodded his head immediately. “Speaking of”, Remus said and took a step back looking at the cloak you were still wearing. “Albus only asked us to get you some Muggle clothes. This”, he gestured to the cloak, “comes with the courtesy of living with a Black.”

You turned to Sirius, slowly. “You….you bought this for me?”, you asked almost disbelieving. Sirius stood up straight and again, simply nodded his head. He was unsure if you would even except the gift, nervous the gesture could be too grand. His fears almost came true when you started peeling of the cloak and carefully laying it back onto the table. His heart making a kick start however when he saw you taking a few big strides towards him and just a moment later, he felt your arms around his neck hugging him close.

You didn’t know if it was a good idea or not. You followed an overwhelming urge to be close to Sirius at that moment. You where beyond moved that he would give you something like this. So, not thinking about him maybe not wanting this, you walked over to him, stood on your toes and hugged him. As soon as you felt his soft hair against your cheek and whispered a quiet thank you, you knew that the somersaults your heart was making could only mean one thing. You could feel him tensing up and worry shot up your spine. You loosened your grip on him in order to let go, but the second you did you could feel his arms circling your waist pulling you back in gently. You could feel the warmth he radiated, could smell his skin. You could feel your senses overloading. Was that your heartbeat or his? Sirius couldn´t help it. The overwhelming feeling he got at your gesture and whispered words in his ear made him borderline nuzzling his nose into your hair. He couldn’t  remember the last time he felt this kind of infatuation towards a woman. “You are welcome, sweetheart”, he whispered back and very reluctantly let go of your waist. He was suddenly hyper aware of the other two people in the kitchen. Still, the look you shared after letting go was definitely a tad too long to be normal. He saw a light shimmer in your eyes and nothing but gratitude. It was almost physically painful to keep himself from stroking your, he now noticed, very flushed cheeks. By the wiggle of eyebrows Tonks gave him behind your back and a knowingly smiling Remus, he assumed his own face was probably just as flushed.

Remus understood. Apart from him, Tonks, Harry and maybe Molly, Sirius had not been hugged in well, a very long time. Certainly not from a woman he clearly took a liking to. In fact, Remus was surprised that he didn’t pull back or just froze. The horrors he had to endure had been so heavy on his heart and therefore his behaviour since the order had been reinstated and Sirius had to return to his old home. Remus always thought about ways and gestures of how to make it more bearable for his friend but sometimes, he was at a loss. Sometimes Sirius just wanted to knock himself out with Firewhisky, not cleaning himself for days and spending the most nights with Buckbeak in his parents old bedroom. But there he stood, slightly flushed face and a adorning smile etched onto his lips, looking at the woman that purely by accident had tumbled into his life. He tried to ignore the constant elbowing he was receiving from Tonks. Chuckling he looked down at her. She was practically bouncing, grinning from ear to ear. His features softened as he looked at her.

A sudden loud crack and a shriek from your throat and the kitchen had suddenly doubled its inhabitants. You whipped around seeing Molly, Arthur and another red headed young man standing in the kitchen. “Oh,” said Molly looking around curiously. “I expected the kitchen to be empty. What´s all this?” she gestured to the wrapping paper and clothes on the table. “Ah, Albus asked us to get ___ some new clothes. Since she didn’t have time to pack any.” Tonks said. Molly looked at you with a very pleased look on her face. “Well in that case, ___dear, bring your new things to your room and meet us down here for dinner.” You nodded your head and started to collect all your new belongings. “I´ll help”, Tonks chimed in and stuffed the last bit of clothing into a bag, grabbing your arm and pulling you up the stairs. “Oh Merlin”, Remus sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose. Sirius appeared next to him smiling slightly. “She is in for an interrogation”, he sighed dramatically. “Yep”, Remus answered popping the last letter with an almost proud look on his face. Sirius shrugged. “____can handle it.” He said with such conviction, Remus suddenly had no doubt that you actually could.

You entered your room, Tonks hot on your heels. Closing the door behind her, she tried to contain her excitement. “So,” she said while you put your new clothes into your drawer. “Soooo?”, you asked with a smile not looking at her. She dumped the rest of what she was holding onto your bed and sat on it. “Sirius”, she said with an eyeroll at you. “What´s going on?” Of course you knew what she meant. “I just wanted to say thank you”, you said. “So I hugged him. Isn´t that normal?”

“Yea, of course it is”, she said overly obvious. “Just not for him!”

You turned around. “Why not?”, you asked confused. Tonks was at the  brink of losing it. She didn’t know how much you knew, but she bet, that Sirius had not told you everything yet. Of course not. You have only known the man for about two days.

“Let´s just say he is not a very affectionate person usually”, she said solemnly. “At least most of the time. That´s why it was quite surprising seeing him returning a hug so….lovingly.”

Lovingly…you grinned and started to put away your things. “You know,” you hesitated for a moment feeling the grin turn stony. “I wasn´t planning on hugging him like this.” Tonks looked at you with a side smirk and a quirked eyebrow as if to say, really? “I didn´t have a very loving upbringing either. He told me, you know…about what his mom and dad did,” you said and a wave of lava hot acid made its way up your throat. “ My Mom died when I was born and Dad never got over it.” You shrugged. “I´m sure most of the time he actually did try to be affectionate but it was definitely not enough for a child to feel wanted.” Tonks´s head had tilted ever so slightly while watching you intently. You had seen a similar behaviour in Sirius before. “I moved out as soon as I could and he hasn´t tried to make contact since. I guess this is an answer to my life long question as well.”

You didn´t mean for the tears to come. It always happened when you dug into your abandonment issues, when the thought of being loved genuinely shook you to your bones.  And at the same time, it is all you wished. Somehow you knew that this also was a connection to the handsome, witty man downstairs. You turned to Tonks with a smile about to apologise for darkening the mood when she stood abruptly and took your face between her hands. She looked at you with a light sheen in her eyes and whispered. “Thank you for telling me. You don´t have to worry about being alone. There´s always people in this house, now that it is Headquarters”. She grinned and hugged you tight. You laughed lightly and just enjoyed the sensation for the second time that day. When she let go she started helping you put the rest of your things away she continued with a more chipper tone in her voice. “Besides,” you could hear the grin. “Even if you did get lonely, I´m sure Sirius will gladly take your mind off it. Never seen him so smitten with someone.” She leaned against the dresser and thoroughly enjoyed the flushed state of your face. “He´s certainly something else”, you giggled. “I…I enjoy his company. Not just the magical stuff”, you added quickly. “He has that aura of…I don´t know how to put it. He cares so deeply about everyone and yet sometimes I see pure fear rolling off of him. I want…I want to….”, you sighed heavily. “I want to know what causes that so I can…I don´t even know. I just know that seeing him like this hurts.” Tonks smiled fondly at you. “He had a very hard time for a long while. I´m sorry, I am not the one who should tell you the story. But I´m sure, seeing how he acts with you, if you were to ask him what happened, he will probably tell you. Maybe not all of it but…what you need to know.” You were not sure if you would ask him anytime soon. He seemed happy in the moments you shared with him so far. He would tell you when he was ready. Right?

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Back in the kitchen you were introduced to many, many more people. You didn´t even attempt to remember all their names. And although you already knew that Molly and Arthur had a big family, you did not expect that many teenagers around. You saw Sirius and a young man with black, tussled hair talking at the far end of the kitchen. They stood close together and seemed to have a bit of a moment. Sirius was smiling fondly at the teen and you could suddenly feel warmth spread in your belly. The light of the fireplace behind them danced across Sirius´ cheekbones, highlighting their sharpness and the swirl of grey in his eyes.  A little too late you noticed that the young man had disappeared and those same grey eyes were laser focused on you. Heat injected itself in your every vein but looking away seemed impossible. As if the other people in the kitchen did not exist, the moment seemed to stretch for minutes. A smile tucked on his lips. Not a cocky one, but a... loving one? It was different from the one he gave the boy just moments before and you would do anything to see it on his face on the daily. You tried to smile back and before you knew it your feet started moving on their own.

You made your way over to him like you were in a trance only knowing that you had to be closer. His smile still in place, his eyes seemed to change for only a short moment. Looking a bit startled, then hopeful, then settled for an almost triumphant glint as his smile changed to a small smirk. There it was, the playful ego you had come to enjoy so much. When you were right in front of him you noticed your own smile. His head was tilted downwards towards you. Did his eyes just flick to your mouth? The haze was gone and with a limb shake of your hand you gestured towards the room. “Quite the party you are having”, you said in a bit of a breezy voice. He straightened up with a laugh and you already missed the closeness of his face. Wait, what?

“Well, there is an Order Meeting after Dinner so…not exactly a party I´d say.” He guided you to the same place on the table that you had sat in before, right next to him. Not yet sitting down though he asked, “So, I think you just about met everyone important. Any questions?” With a scoff that turned into a giggle you said “Oh, you mean questions like, why are there so many teenagers in an Order that is about to fight dark wizards?”

“They are not in the Order, they´ll leave after dinner.” Gods, his grin was attractive. With his jaw parted his canines stood out beautifully. “Okey,” you said in a challenging tone, propping your hip against the table. Sirius´ full body turned to you, you were distracted for a couple of seconds by the aura of playful authority he exuded. You liked it, you liked it a lot. What was it with people telling you he usually wasn´t like this?

“Mr. Jigsaw-face over there. What happened to him? Where is the rest of his nose?” Sirius tried to cover a snort looking down at the table with an effort not to cackle. “Yeah, figured you would notice that. That is Alastor Moody.” He looked over to the man pointedly. “We call him Mad-Eye. For obvious reasons.” “Obvious”, you stated with a nod. Sirius grinned again leaning in a little more. You couldn´t help it. Your own body moving, your heads were so close. This time, he definitely looked at your lips for a moment and the hairs on your arms stood up straight. “He is an Auror. Remember when we told you about those?” he said in a low voice. Gods, you could feel that timber vibrating in your ears sending waves of lightning through your body. You nodded your head quickly. “Good,” he said. “Losing parts of you kind of comes with the job when you are as good as him. And, darling”, he leaned even closer. His mouth now directly above your ear. Your mouth went dry. Heart hammering in your chest you whished desperately to be alone with him in this moment. Being able to touch him without a room full of people watching. Calm down, clam down. “You might want to reconsider that nickname you gave him. He heard you.” With a satisfied grin he took a step back and was positively beaming at the fact that he managed to fluster you this much. With a panicked expression you whipped your head towards Alastor Moody. He had his mismatched face turned only partly to you. One side of his mouth lifted, it looked like a smirk. You weren´t sure if it was directed at you though. Matter for fact was, he was highly engaged in a conversation with Tonks. How would´ve he been able to hear you? Magic, duh. You idiot. With still red cheeks you turned back to Sirius giving him a stern look. “You are enjoying this way too much”, you grumbled. He hung his head a little bit stroking his neck with a tattooed hand. “Not going to lie to you, sweetheart. Yes, yes I am. I hope you can forgive an old dog for trying to see all there is to you.” Swallowing hard, you let out a breath. “I have one more question”, you said with a forcefully light voice. Sirius perked up. “What´s up with Captain Grease-balls behind you? He´s been staring daggers at your back for a while now.”

Sirius didn´t have to turn around to know who you were talking about. His eyes immediately went ice cold as he slightly turned his head to shoot Severus Snape a death glare. His whole body went stiff and when he turned around with a sour expression you wished you hadn´t said anything. “He´s no one”, he growled. “Just a pain in everyone´s arse that has the displeasure of knowing him.” Wowza…Sirius was downright irritated now and you did not like this look on him at all. Without thinking you stretched out your arm and carefully touched his elbow. Within a fleeting second Sirius´ eyes darted to yours and he visibly relaxed. An almost incredulous expression on his face, he stared at you. “Hey,” you said trying to sound cheerful. “I didn´t know you disliked him so much. I´m sorry I mentioned him.” You let go of his arm again but he wouldn´t have it. In a motion that almost copied yours, he raised his arm and his knuckles brushed your cheek. Once, twice, lingering. His eyes once again a liquid silver looked at you with so much warmth you felt like your chest expanded tenfold.

Behind you, Molly cleared her throat with an almost non visible smile, indicating for everyone to take their seats. Flushed, you sat down on the chair that Sirius once again pulled out for you. His own expression nothing short of elated as he sat down at the head of the table. Across from you sat one of Mollies twins. Was it Fred? Eying you with interest. He was just about to open his mouth when: “Shut it, kid”. Sirius looked Fred right in the eyes. He wasn´t hostile at all but the authority with which he said those words sent very different vibrations towards your nether regions. By all that is holy and good, control yourself. Fred of course understood and leaned back in his seat sending you a cheeky wink. Oh boy.

As always dinner was incredibly delicious. Looking around the table and seeing all these new characters, deep in conversation or friendly bickering, a feeling of something you were not really familiar with made its way into your heart. When the plates were cleared, wine had warmed your belly and mushed your brain a little you had spent the whole time conversing with Sirius. He was more than willing to engage in all the questions about the guests that you still had. You had a pretty good idea now how everyone was either related, friends or foes (though there was only one Sirius considered to be at the wrong place). You were pretty surprised when he told you about the fact that he was the godfather to Harry. You had a few questions about this part but didn´t want to push further. You could see that there was more too it. A lot more. Not exactly a conversation to be had at the dinner table. So, to the thankful look of Sirius, you accepted the information and focused your attention on other topics. Your head was leaned on your palm, elbow on the table looking at Sirius as he told you about Hippogryphs. Suddenly Moody stood up and in a gravelly voice boomed across the table. “All right! Everyone under age, out. Now! Before I hex you!” Grumbling under their breaths and sour expressions on their faces, the teenagers exited the kitchen.

You knew that the meeting for the order was about to start and were about to stand from the table when you heard a sneering, oily voice drifting from a few seats down. “Don´t just address the children, Moody. There are far more useless individuals still remaining seated at this table”. You froze mid stand just as Sirius´ fist hit the worn table. Your head darted from the man named Snape who had made the snide comment to an already livid Sirius. “The only reason you are allowed at this table, Snivellus, is the fact that Albus trusts you. You best not forget that the next time you decide to insult my guests,” he spat. His voice was laced with so much distain, you wondered what side of Sirius you have yet to get to know. You just hoped you would never be on the receiving end of that voice, body language and sheer hatred in his eyes.

Snape on the other hand had an almost satisfied look on his face and you immediately knew what he was doing. You disliked him all the more for it. “At least I am allowed to leave this table after the meeting, Black”, he sneered with a dirty smile on his lips. “Or better yet, leave this house. Can´t say the same about you now, can we? How much of your remaining sanity have you lost now that you are trapped in here instead of-“.

The sheer amount of energy bursting from several people at the same time made you move back from the table as quickly as you could. With a loud Bang, Sirius´ chair hit the ground as he started to leap across the table. Only held back a second later by Remus who had a fierce look on his face, directed at Snape. Tonks and Bill Weasley both started to shout at the same time. Although not as loud as Sirius. “One more word out of your mouth and I swear, Snivellus, I will end you!”

“Enough Sirius, don´t let him get to you.”

“He almost...”

 “ I know, I know” Remus was dragging Sirius backwards who gave him a look of pure fury.

“He´s doing this on purpose, you know that!”

You were still standing pressed against the countertop of the kitchen. Remus let go of Sirius who took a few deep breaths. Moody who had watched the whole scene, discreetly let his wand disappear back into his waistcoat again and croaked. “In the hopefully likely event of you lot acting like adults again, can we just start the meeting?!” Snape lifted his palms and sunk back into his chair. Tonks was still glaring at him with an ice cold expression and, as you just noticed fire red hair.

Your main focus however was on Sirius. He didn´t seem to be able to look at you and that scared you more than you thought it would. You wished with all your might and a stuttering heart that he would lift his head and look you in the eyes the way he had been before.

“Ms.____”. You jumped and turned to Moody. “Not to be rude but Albus told us only so much about your person. I don´t think these meetings are of any interest to you.”

You blinked. “No, no of course”, you said hastily. “I was actually about to leave.” At this Sirius´ head snapped up.

“Much appreciated Ms.___”, Moody said and nodded his head. You turned and headed for the stairs. Along the way Molly mouthed a Sorry to you and touched your arm briefly. When you took the first two steps however, a strong hand wrapped itself around your wrist. You knew who it was. Even while you turned around you could feel the tingle on your skin where he touched you. He looked up at you and your heart squeezed uncomfortably in your chest. Oh no. No, this is not what you wanted to see. Ever!

Fear. Fear was etched into every line on his face. His eyes held a pleading look, almost panicked. “Don´t leave”, he whispered. “Please.” What you heard before and his reaction now, you connected the dots. You knew what he meant. You turned your palm so your hand was holding onto his firmly when you said: “Sirius, I am not leaving the house. Please, trust me. I will be in the library until you are done, yeah?” You tried to sound as warm as possible. His shoulders relaxed just a little bit before he rushed out in a still hasted manner: “I…I have answers, I swear. Please, let me-“

“Sirius”, you said squeezing his hand. “It´s all right. Do what is important now. You can give me answers if you want me to have them. But I need you to know that you don´t have to. I can see how this….situation affects you. I don´t want to be the reason for your discomfort.”

He stared at you. Slowly, very slowly the worry ebbed from his face and was replaced by a heated and fierce look. Without hesitation he lifted your hand to his mouth and set a hard, lingering kiss to your knuckles. When he let go of your hand and whirled around to re-join the meeting, you did the same and with a hammering pulse and rushing in your ears. You took two steps at the time until you closed the door on top of the stairs behind you.

You stood there for a minute trying to sort your feelings. The look you had just witnessed on Sirius´ face was something you never wanted to see again. You didn´t know what happened to him or why he was supposedly not allowed to leave his childhood home that he distained so much. No matter the reasons, Snape was out of line to throw it in his face like this. Anger suddenly replaced part of your confusion and you clenched and unclenched your fists. While ascending the stairs to the library you thought about all the other feelings that swirled inside of you. There was no denying anymore that this man stirred something in you that was way beyond mere affection. You wanted to see him happy. Grinning, smiling at you and talking for hours.  What was even more confusing to you was what happened in the kitchen prior to Snapes outburst. His fleeting touches, the intense looks…So there was another way you were attracted to him. It´s not that attraction was new to you, you have had your fair share of meaningless hook ups but that´s just what they had been. Meaningless. Satisfying one time, deeply disappointing the other. You had never though met a man that got under your skin like Sirius did. Never had you felt such excitement from simple touches or actually buzzed with it thinking about his lips on your skin. This was new. But you couldn´t say that you disliked it. Quite the contrary actually. Whatever it was that he wouldn´t tell you yet, you knew you could wait. You´ve seen how much it haunted him so you would not be the one to pull this information out of him with demands. Entering the library you only had one short moment telling yourself that you would not push him for answers before a blast send you screeching into the air.

Behind the couches and in front of the fireplace that was lit stood Fred and George, wands drawn and with very satisfied looks on their faces. As soon as they heard you screeching, they turned to you. Along with the other four. “So, they kicked you out as well?” George said as he put his wand down and waved his hand in a welcoming manner towards you.

“Uhm…”, you said hesitantly. “Yeah, no. Not exactly.” The girl named Ginny raised an eyebrow. “Well yes or no? What is it?”, she asked with a light chuckle. Your eyes darted between her and the others. Suddenly you felt nervous. Picking up on this the girl named Hermione came over to you extending her hand. “It´s nice to meet you. Please, have a seat with us.” With a small smile you joined them in one of the old chairs. “So, how come you are up here?”, asked Ron Weasley. “Because she is a Muggle, you daft Bowtruckle”, Fred said with an eyeroll towards his brother. You could see Harry smirk slightly from the corner of your eye. Apparently Ron saw it more clearly and smacked him across the back of his head. Seeing how Harry only chuckled and rubbed his head your nerves kind of calmed down.

“Well, actually”, you said, “Moody only asked me to leave after that guy Snape couldn´t keep his mouth shut.” A bitter undertone mixed itself into your voice. At this, all six young wizards gave a chorus of what?, what did he say? That miserable git, did he insult you? All of them had either affronted, furious features etched to their faces or rolled their eyes with exasperation. You shrugged. “Yeah, he might have called me useless but,” you slumped into the chair a bit more and with a sour taste in your mouth that was surely visible on your face you continued. “He was more focused on riling up Sirius. With  success I´m afraid.”

At this you could see Harrys expression harden and suddenly he didn´t look like a 15 year old boy at all. “What happened?”, he asked calmly but you could see his jaw tick. It was apparent that Harry cared about his godfather very much and you warmed up to the boy even more because of it. You looked at him directly and explained what happened. You might not have repeated word for word what Snape had said or was trying to indicate but your first feeling was quite right. The teenagers were affronted enough about the fact that Snape had stepped out of line.

“Not that this would be a rare occurrence for him”, Ginny said. “He and Sirius don´t get along at all.” All of them nodded in unison. Though you did notice the nervous glance from Hermione towards Harry and Ron. Deciding not to probe further, you asked Fred what that blast was that spooked you when you entered. As it turns out, young wizards were even more eager to tell Muggles all about the magic that they knew than Remus or Sirius were. Although when it came to performing said Magic, only Fred and George were apparently allowed to use it outside of school. That didn´t hinder Hermione however to tell you all about the Magic and Theories behind each spell the twins performed. Two hours had already gone by when Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny excused themselves to their rooms. When passing you, Harry sent you a cautious look followed by a quiet “Good night,__”. You smiled at him and wished him the same.

Fred and George showed you two more spells (including one that had broccoli sprouting out of Freds ears and had you laughing hysterically) when the doors to the library opened again. A very worn out looking Sirius came slumping towards them and plopped himself onto one of the sofas. Groaning, he threw one arm across his face and leaned back. “Fred, George, would you mind giving us a minute?” He sounded awful. Tired out and on edge at the same time. Your stomach sank. “Whatever you say, boss”, George said and just earned an unamused grunt from the man. They wished you a good night and with two loud cracks just disappeared into thin air. Fascinated you stared at the spot where they vanished. Sirius was sitting up again. Your eyes met. For three long breaths he just…looked at you before he patted the spot beside him lightly. Without hesitation you rose from the chair and sat down beside him, your torso angling towards him. He gave you a tight lipped smile and leaned forward onto his knees. You saw this position before. It seemed so long ago that he told you about the Order, Deatheaters ect. You wondered if he was as scared as he was then. You prompted in doing the same thing you did then. You took his hand in yours and with a humourless laugh he immediately laced his fingers with yours. They weren´t clammy this time. But there was a slight tremor to them.

“I cannot leave this house because I´m a fugitive. Muggles and Wizards alike think I…killed people.” His voice was so quiet. Your stomach sank through the floor. You remembered something you read in a book about…what it´s about to be a prisoner in the wizarding world. You felt your eyes water. Killed people? No, that couldn´t be right. A fleeting voice in your head tried to remind you that you just met this man and technically knew nothing about him. It could be an act. But the stubborn bull inside of you showed you images of the way Harry was looking at him. The way Remus and Tonks interacted with him. You had a feeling that this whole thing was the reason that Remus sometimes looked at him with a sort of regretful  expression. You steeled yourself.

“You went to Azkaban?”, you tried to level your voice but thinking about what you read about the place made your throat tighten up. He nodded still holding onto your hand as if it was a lifeline.

“Will you tell me?”, you asked.

“I can´t”, he sounded like a beaten child. His voice higher pitched than it usually was he added, “Not everything. Please understand. I…You wouldn´t…” Your arms were around him the same moment his voice gave up on him. With shaking shoulders he buried his head into your shoulder. It was a bit of an awkward position but you would be damned if you let him go now. Your hand lifted to his hair and tried to soothe him by stroking his scalp. His arms only tightened around you. He didn´t make a sound, just shaking shoulders and hands. You tried to shift a little to avoid your leg from falling asleep and he noticed.

With a mumbled “Fuck it”, into your neck his hands landed on your waits and pulled you across his legs. Still holding onto him you situated your legs and bum on his lap. So many emotions hung between you in the air, you had to take a moment and rested your chin on his head, arms around his neck. You were pretty sure in this position he could definitely feel the racing pulse at the side of your neck. If he did, he didn´t comment on it. He held you as you did him. Breathing, calming, reassuring. By the time both of you calmed down a little you were the most comfortable you had ever been. He smelled so good it almost took inhuman strength not to burry your nose in his hair and inhaling deeply. When he lifted his head from your shoulder and looked slightly up at you, your heart was already making summersaults again. “I will tell you what´s important”, he swallowed. “I will tell you what you need to know but…some of it I can´t tell you…yet. It doesn´t really matter anyway. What matters is that you know, that it wasn´t me.” He looked you deeply in the eyes when he said that.

“I was falsely convicted and the truth only came out two years ago. But seeing as my escape from prison did not exactly go as planned, I am still stuck here. My name is not cleared yet.” And then, with one or two questions from you in between more details came to light. He did not tell you why he was imprisoned in the first place and you didn´t push. Maybe he was right and you weren´t ready at all to hear. But what you did believe, was the fact that he was innocent. There was no way someone like Molly Weasley would allow a convicted murderer near her children. Tonks was way too pure of a heart to interact with Sirius if his incarceration was legitimate. No, no this man did nothing wrong. The world did him wrong in many ways. One thing though raked your mind so with a big breath you asked him in a timid voice. “Azkaban…with these Deplemtors”, Sirius heaved a very dry laugh. “….How bad was it?” One of his arms lifted from your waist and you thought he was about to let go completely. His warmth around you was so comforting, thinking about not being close to him in the next moment let your blood run ice cold. But that´s not what happened. A warm palm encased the side of your face and with slight pressure Sirius guided you towards him. Fluttering your eyes closed you thought you would pass out for a moment. All you could think about was the fact, that you were about to finally feel his lips where you had wished them the most. But again, that is not what happened. With a sigh, he connected your foreheads and whispered “Look at me, please”.

When you opened your eyes your breath caught in your throat. You never thought you would be the recipient of a look that was so intense like the one he was giving you now. His features were soft and calm but his eyes told a story of longing and undeniable fondness. It almost made you dizzy. But you held his gaze.

“You are way too good to know what this place can do to a person”, he said in a gravelly voice. His breath ghosted over your lips and it took all the willpower you had in you not to lean in. “Please, Sirius”, you whispered. “Just let me know…so I can understand you better. Dumbledore brought me to you for a reason. And I know we have only met a short time ago but”, you closed your eyes. “I appreciate your trust in me to let me know what had happened. Now please, trust me a little more. Just a little.” And as though it was the most natural thing, you lifted your head from his and placed a small, delicate kiss to his forehead. A strangled sound came from his throat and his hands fisted your pullover.

“Imagine a place where happiness and hope do not exist”, he forced out. “A never ending streak of despair that you cannot escape. Dementors quite literally suck all the happiness and fond memories right out of your heart and leave you with nothing. You eventually end up an empty shell, breathing, existing but not living.” With every word he spoke your heart reached out for his more and more. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness overcame you as you pressed yourself even closer to him. “I cannot imagine,” you tried to console him but he gave a humourless chuckle and detached himself slightly from you to look at you once more. “No, you can´t. And that is the last thing I would want for you. I already said too much. I want for you to be comfortable…with me”, he said in an unsure voice. “I am!”, you assured him quickly. The first real, genuine smile etched itself on his lips. “Good”, he said. “I don´t really understand why exactly but”, he pinned you with a look seeing as you were about to protest, “ I will take whatever I can get. I´d love to be selfish this way.” “I´d love for you to be selfish this way”, you replied with a smile of your own. Again your foreheads found each other and you took a couple of moments to marvel in your new found trust and genuine fondness for one another. “It´s late”, he said hesitantly. “Allow me to bring you to your room.” You grinned. “Is this going to be a tradition now?” You tried to lighten the mood again with a carefree tone, not yet believing how much you would actually love it, if it came to be one. He chuckled while standing up, gliding you from his lap in a fluid motion. Gods, how you already missed his scent all around you.

He seemed to feel the same. His hands were still on your waist when he cleared his throat. With a small wink he extended his hand instead of his arm and you took it instantly. In comfortable silence you ascended the stairs to the second floor and again, stopped in front of your door. “Thank you,” you said. “For letting me know more about you”. He smiled. “As I said. Sooner or later I will tell you everything there is to it. As long as you are willing to listen. Just trust in me to know when the best time for that to happen is.” You nodded. “Thank you, darling.”

Closing the distance once more, he took your face in his hands and ghosted his lips against your head. You swore he could feel the waves of extasy emitting from your body. You practically vibrated the moment his lips reached your cheek. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, please. Seemingly fighting with himself as well he opted und pecking the tip of your nose, retreating with a smirk on his face. For some reason that dampened your excitement for the slither of a second. He dropped the smirk almost immediately almost looking ashamed. He caught himself and carefully stroked your cheek once again. “Good night,___. And thank you again.”

“Sleep well, Sirius. I´ll see you in the morning.” He smiled again, contently. “Yeah, yeah you will, love.”

Back in bed you tried to wrap your head around everything that happened. And though so many more feeling came to the surface today, the one that clearly stood out to you was the one of happiness. The happiness you felt when Sirius confided in you though it was probably one of the harder things he had to do since you arrived. For you that could only mean one thing. You didn´t just care for Sirius. You were already falling deeply for him. And for once, the thought to be in love didn´t scare you. Curious what the next day would bring, you turned on your side and stuck your nose in the pullover that you had been wearing. Sirius´ scent still lingering on it.

In his respective room Sirius sat on the bed, head in his hands almost panting. What just happened? What had possessed him to get this close to this woman? The overwhelming feeling he got whenever she opened her mouth was something he had not felt in this intensity ever. He thought that feeling would scare him more. But when Snape had made his comment the sheer panic he felt was enough to trigger memories of Azkaban. He didn´t know what he did for this woman to be so patient and understanding with him. Whatever it was, he would make sure that she was safe, that she never felt alone or unwanted. If that meant he had to punch Snivellus´  hooked nose right into his skull, he would do so. Gladly. His hammering heart made it a bit difficult to get irritated by the thoughts of that greasy haired piece of dragon dung.

Sure, Sirius knew what love was. He´s seen it in Lily and James. Even James´ parents. But he couldn´t remember the last time his lips had tingled this bad after only kissing someone’s cheek. If the Dementors hadn´t almost erased all capability of feeling affection, he was pretty sure he would have attacked your lips the moment your foreheads had touched. Hesitation made its way into his heart however.

This woman took him apart piece by piece. These feelings she invoked in him had  nothing to do with a school crush. So stop acting like a cocky teenager, damnit. Don´t smirk like you knew this would happen. For Godrics´ sake, you are lucky she is still here. You should kiss the ground she walks on. He sighed deeply but couldn´t help the smile that appeared  on his face. Running his hand over his face he almost felt feather light. Merlin’s beard, when was the last time he felt like that. He allowed himself to embrace it. As he was about to fall asleep he thought to himself, if this wonderful being sleeping right above him continued to be this generous to him, next time he would not have a single chance to hold back. If they came that close again, he was sure the urge to kiss her would be non-manageable.

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[slytherbun]

confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

[deanstead]

The Way Home (24): Home

Chapter 24: Home

Chapter Summary: Y/N comes to a decision about her future with Kelly.

Word Count: 1,521

Warnings: none

A/N: I can’t believe I have finished The Way Home!!! This has been an amazing journey, full of bumps but I definitely could not have done it without @fighterkimburgess and of course to everyone who has read it, and/or stopped by to interact with this whole series! I hope you guys enjoyed this journey as much as I enjoyed creating it!

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KELLY SEVERIDE MASTERLIST

You were still staring stupidly at Kelly, as if you were frozen, and you could see the anxiety on his face climbing.

You didn’t know if you were supposed to look at Kelly, or at the ring - the ring you’d been admiring that day, the ring you had thought had been the start of all your problems.

The tears pooled in your eyes as the words tumbled out of your mouth. “Yes, Kelly. Forever and always, yes.”

You swore you’d never seen Kelly smile as wide as he was smiling at that instant. Kelly plucked the ring out of the box, fitting it onto your finger before he stood. “I know this wasn’t that romantic, I just…”

“It was perfect, Kelly.” A lone tear rolled down your cheek and Kelly just leaned forward to press his lips onto yours, the kiss deepening and turning almost hungry, as he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you against him.

You returned the kiss just as strongly, telling yourself you’d punish him for scaring the crap out of you another day. Today, you just wanted to be here, you thought as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself even tighter against him.

Until, the door opened.

Matt paused in the doorway. “Sorry.” His face was sheepish but his green eyes studied the both of you like he was looking for an answer.

Kelly grinned and you chuckled, raising your hand to show him the ring that Kelly had just slipped onto your finger a minute ago.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Matt yelled, heading straight for the both of you to turn it into a group hug.

You felt another tear slip out of your eye as Matt pulled you into his embrace, feeling the strong security of having your best friend with you today.

“Come on, we’re going to Molly’s.” Matt said, winking.

You looked at Kelly, who shrugged but grabbed his jacket, blowing out the candle on the table like a responsible firefighter, before he entwined his fingers gently with yours, the both of you following Matt out.

You frowned in confusion when you reached Molly’s because the sign wasn’t lit, as if the bar was closed.

“Are you sure…” You started but Matt just smiled back at you, pulling you to the front.

“Trust me.”

Matt pushed open the door and ushered you in. Yet, even though the sign wasn't lit, the bar was filled with friendly faces, friends from Med, Intelligence, and of course your 51 family and some other firefighters and paramedics that you knew.

You glanced at Kelly but he wasn’t looking at you.

“Hey Herrmann!” Kelly called, gaining the attention of everyone who hadn’t already turned their heads when the three of you had walked in, as Herrmann looked up.

It was an expression you didn’t always see on his face, almost like he knew what was coming as his eyes darted from Kelly, to you, to Matt and back to Kelly.

“Round for the house. On me.” There was a pause, as you felt the cloud of confusion from everyone, as Herrmann’s smile grew even before the next words were out of Kelly’s mouth. “And my fiancée.”

Kelly glanced at you with a smile before there was a ripple across Molly’s. You couldn’t tell who was talking amongst the cheers and exclamations of “oh my god”. You laughed as 51 crowded around you and Kelly first, Sylvie being the first one to reach you and almost pouncing at you in a hug, while Boden hugged Kelly.

“I’m so happy for you!” Sylvie practically squealed in your ear and you laughed as you hugged her back, not even able to say anything except to thank her and everyone else who came up to you and Kelly for the rest of the night.

When you and Kelly had finally joined Sylvie and some of the others at a table, you glanced at Kelly. “Did you plan this?”

Kelly glanced at you, smiling. “Not exactly.”

You blinked back at him and Kelly knew he wasn’t going to get to skate past this. “I planned everything back home. This is all Matt.”

Matt shot a look at Kelly. “I only told Herrmann that we’d be back if we had something to celebrate. I didn’t know who was going to be here tonight.”

You stared back at Matt. “I swear.” Matt stressed.

You smiled. “Thanks Matt.”

Kelly cleared his throat and a chuckle escaped your lips before you turned to him wordlessly, blinking back at your boyfriend. No, fiancé.

There was a whirlwind of emotions that had been spinning around in your head that you hadn’t quite had time to process yet - you had barely let go of the insecurity that Kelly might be leaving you, to all the feelings you had as you listened to Kelly tell you how he really felt before he got down on one knee and to add to all that, you were now enveloped in everyone’s love and joy for your happiness at Molly’s.

“You okay?” Kelly asked, a small smile on his face.

You smiled back at him as he reached over to wipe a stray tear that had rolled down your cheek. “Never better.”

You looked out the window, the snow falling gently down to the Chicago streets, a soft smile appearing on your face.

The days had passed, then weeks, then the seasons but all that really had changed was time. If someone had told you a few years ago that you’d end up back home in Chicago, you’d have dryly laughed that Chicago hardly counted as home, and added that nowhere really counted as home.

You’d been alive, but not really living. You’d met more bumps than you could count, experienced losses that resounded to your very bones and that you weren’t quite over, had your heart broken, so the decision to come back to Chicago had been just that - a move to a new city, where no one would remember or know you, a fresh slate. You’d expected to be out of here in a few years.

A small chuckle escaped your lips as that thought crossed your mind.

You remembered watching the Wizard of Oz when you were younger, watching Dorothy tap her red shoes together, mumbling about how there’s no place like home. You remembered wishing you had a home to go to and now many years later you realized that home was more than just a permanent roof over your head, which is why you’d always felt a little lost even when you’d grown up and managed to get a place of your own. That wasn’t home.

This was.

“Ready, kiddo?”

You turned towards the sound of Herrmann’s voice, smiling at the sight of him in a black tuxedo before you stood, smoothing out the white material of your dress and took a deep breath.

Sylvie and Gabby were close behind him, coming back in to tell you everything was ready, leaning in for hugs.

You nodded, Gabby leaning down to help you with your dress train as Herrmann stuck his arm out for you to take it.

“Thanks for doing this, Herrmann.” You whispered.

Herrmann just smiled back. “Told you kiddo, you’re family.”

You took another deep breath as you stopped in front of the doors of the church. You could see Kelly standing up front with Matt next to him, waiting for you.

You took another deep breath and nodded to him, as they opened the doors and you stepped into the church, walking down the aisle you thought you’d never walk down, each step taking you closer towards Kelly.

You could already feel the tears in your eyes as Herrmann stopped and you smiled at him before he went back to join Cindy and his kids in one of the front pews, before you turned to look at Kelly.

“Y/N, I will forever be grateful for the day you walked into the firehouse and into my life. Loving you gives my life purpose and I promise that I will always hold your hand and make you feel safe and loved. You’re the only person I want to love completely and forever.” Kelly said his vows, his green eyes never leaving yours.

You smiled, taking a deep breath. “All I’ve ever wanted since I was a kid was to have my home back, and I thought I would never be able to find that feeling again, of having a home. You’ve made me a better person, helped me to grow and I finally realized that I have found it. You are my home and I will choose you every day, a million times over.”

The both of you exchanged your rings as the priest said it, the five words that seemingly put everything in place. “You may kiss the bride.”

Kelly put an arm around your waist, pulling you as close as your dress would allow and sealed it, his lips covering yours in a tender and heartwarming moment as your first responder family cheered from the pews.

And now, surrounded by your family, your best friends and standing wrapped in your husband’s arms, you knew you’d finally found your way home.

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Weird ~ G.W.

Summary: George is gorgeous. Charlie is a meddler. The snow is cold. (this summary sucks...just read it) 

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N 

Word Count: 2,404 (who do I think I am?) 

Warnings: mentions of bullying. mentions of food/eating. george is unknowingly triggering? reader cries. idk? let me know if i missed something. 

A/N: part 2? maybe? translations are for romanian via google translate. do not come for me if they are hella wrong. 

Translations: draga - darling; dragoste - love; tampit - stupid 

     I had never been normal. From the time I was a toddler I had stars in my eyes and dirt on my knees. While the other kids in my grade were playing with dolls and dressing respectably, I was riding imaginary dragons and wearing mismatched socks with dungarees and a butterfly headband. Normalcy evaded me even further when at 11 years old, I got a letter declaring me a witch.

     When I first came to Hogwarts I spent the majority of my time alone. It appeared that even children who could wave a stick around and makes things fly wanted nothing to do with the colorful little girl. Meeting Luna Lovegood in my second year was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Here was a girl who allowed me to be exactly who I was with no judgments. And then she introduced me to Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley, and suddenly that little girl who thought her only friends would always be the rocks she painted faces on, had found her people.

     Of course, being friends with Ginny Weasley meant knowing her many brothers. So after graduation when I went off to Romania to work with dragons it made me feel slightly better knowing Charlie Weasley would be there. He quickly took me under his wing and became the older brother figure I had never had. After working together for three years, and electing to stay at the sanctuary for the last two over the holidays, he had finally convinced me to come home with him. I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary - the one place I truly feel safe (despite the massive fire breathing creatures).

     Charlie had warned me that being with one or two of the Weasleys was very different from being with the entire Weasley clan. Obviously I knew Charlie and Ginny, Ron had always been nice to me, and I had met Molly a handful of times in passing. However, Bill was known to be quite intimidating, Percy was supposedly very no-nonsense, and the twins (albeit never cruel) had a reputation of being hell-raisers.

     Apparating to the edge of a marsh with Charlie by my side I could see the rising structure haphazardly balanced slightly ahead.

     Pausing, I glanced at the back of the familiar red covered head, “I don’t know Charles, maybe I should just go back. I really don’t want to be a burden.”

     Charlie very quickly rounded behind me to continue guiding me towards his home, “No, no, no, no, no. No. You’re not a burden to anyone draga. Keep your head up and if any of them give you grief - remind them of the giant, winged beasts you can feed them to.”

     Quickly placing a kiss to the side of my head Charlie bounded ahead again to open the door and announce your arrival. Before I could toe off the first boot to leave next to the dozen other pairs in the entryway, a pair of arms had flung around my neck.

     “Y/N! I missed you so much!”, Ginny pulled back, keeping her grip on my shoulders, to inspect for any major injuries.

     I held onto her elbows, keeping her close, “Hi Gin, I missed you too. A lot. I’m loving this new look by the way.”

     She reached up to brush the now short locks behind her ears. A grin on her face as the two of us looked the other over for the first time in months. Ginny was wrapped in a pretty baby pink sweater with shades of red and white running through it. The material was soft against my palm as I hooked it around her crooked elbow to follow her into the living area.

     “You know”, she started, “I was starting to think maybe Charlie had let you get eaten or burnt to a crisp in the land of dragons. It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me or left the sanctuary.”

     “I’m sorry Ginny. It’s just that after everything, I had to keep myself busy.”

     Ginny’s smile softened into one of understanding. The war had taken a part of all of us. Although Fred had recovered after many months, that fear of almost losing such a vital part of their family had rocked the entire Weasley family to its core.

     “I get it, I do, but I worry about you. I just want you to know you’re not alone Y/N.”

     I pulled the girl into another tight hug, “I know.”

     Ginny pulled away first, clearing her throat, “Okay! Now that’s out of the way - it’s time to introduce the one and only Y/N L/N to the Weasley’s.”

     I hummed, “Hmmm and which of us should be more scared?”

     “Oh definitely the Weasleys.”

 ~~~~~~~~~~~

     Meeting the Weasley family had gone much better than expected.

     Molly had opened her arms and home to me as if I was one of her own children. By the time the night was over she had me stuffed full of warm food and drink and donning my very own coveted Weasley sweater, the lavender initial in the middle marking it as my own. Arthur had been very interested in my muggle parents and upbringing, questioning me about the functions of a rubber duck. Bill and his wife Fleur were the most stunning couple I have ever seen, and not nearly as intimidating as people portrayed them. Fleur was pleased when she found out I spoke a bit of conversational French and promised to have me over to Shell Cottage (apparently they have an amazing collection of wind chimes that I am dying to see). Percy was a bit more refined. Completely polite and friendly but he seemed reserved. Ginny had explained in one of her letters how much guilt Percy carried after the Battle of Hogwarts over how he had behaved in the years leading up to that day.

     The twins were much different than I remembered them being from the few times we were around each other in school. The physical differences were clear - George’s missing ear and Fred’s dragging limp were both signs of the prices they paid in the war. More than that however, they had matured greatly. They were still happy and made sure to pull at least two pranks over the night, poor Molly nearly lost her voice after they blew up the turkey. However, there was something in their eyes that had been dimmed. Especially in George.

     His twin almost died that night, and it reflected in George’s eyes each time he looked at his older brother. It was clear that he was still afraid because whenever Fred left a room George followed, never letting his brother out of his sight, and if he happened to lose track of him a panic began to swirl in his brown orbs.

     I was in the middle of watching as George yet again made his way to Fred’s side, clapping a large hand on his twins shoulder and throwing his head back in laughter.

     “So which one are you staring at dragoste?”, Charlie whispered as he appeared out of nowhere.

     I ignored the burning in my cheeks as I looked away from the scene in front of me.

     “I am not staring at either of them tampit.”

     “Mhmm, sure, absolutely, I believe you.”, after a quick pause he said, “It’s George isn’t it?”

     I turned and scoffed at him, “No!… How did you know?”

     Charlie let out a chuckle, “Because I know you my little dragon. I also know my brother, and just between us, he definitely likes you as well.”

     At this I let out an incredulous laugh and glanced back to where George was now telling a story, his hands moving animatedly. There was no way that George Weasley had even a remote attraction to me. He was kind, strong, clever, and so bloody gorgeous it truly was a privilege to look at him. And I am…me. Nothing special. Just a girl who had more dragon friends than human ones and whose hands were covered in scars and callouses and whose socks never matched and had never even kissed a man before. So no, there was no way that George Weasley would ever like me.

     “Hey. I know that look Y/N. Stop those thoughts right this bloody second.”

     “Charles it really is annoying when you read me like that.”

     Throwing his arm over my shoulder he began to lead me towards the twins, “Yes I know and I am sorry in advance but this needs to be done. Fred!”

     Charlie’s voice had gone from a rushed whisper to a jovial shout when we reached George, Fred, and Ron by the fireplace. George’s smile as he turned to look at us sent a million butterflies off in my tummy.

     “So Freddy, I was hoping you could help me out with a top secret project tomorrow for mum and maybe show me around the joke shop. I heard you added some new displays that I want to check out.”

     “Sure Charlie”, Fred glanced at George as he spoke, “I’m sure we can make some time for our favorite brother.”

     Ignoring Rons protest, Charlie gripped my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, “Actually George I was thinking you could stay here and show Y/N around the area. She mentioned wanting to talk a walk tomorrow and I would hate to disappoint her on her first Christmas out of the sanctuary.”

     “Um-”

     I interrupted the rejection coming from George, “No please, I would hate to be a bother and make you be stuck with me all day. I’m sure Ginny can take me.”

     George smiled and shook his head, “No it’s completely fine Y/N. I would be happy to show you around.”

     “Okay great! It’s settled then!”, Charlie looked rather too pleased with himself and obviously missed the look exchanged by his identical younger brothers.

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     The next morning the Burrow was a flurry of movement as everyone began their day. Apparently Charlie and Fred weren’t the only ones on their way out. The others still had some last minute gift shopping to do and Ron was spending the day with Hermione’s muggle family. After breakfast, a quick wink from Charlie, and a slam of the front door - George and I were alone in the house.

     The two of us stood facing one another in the living room for a few awkward moments before George spoke, “Well, um, did you want to head out as well?”

     “Oh sure! Yes, let me just grab my boots really quickly.”

     George led me out the door and onto the snow covered path towards the small, iced over river. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional sniffle from one of our red noses. I was mentally imagining all the ways I was going to kick Charlie’s ass when he got back for suggesting a walk in the middle of winter when we came to the top of a hill and stopped.

     Everything as far as the eye could see was blanketed in sheets of white. Stomping my boots down into the fresh snow, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the snow gave way underfoot. Feeling a pair of eyes on me I remembered that I wasn’t alone and turned to see George watching me with an unidentifiable look on his face.

     “Sorry, sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that. I liked the feeling of the crunch of the snow I guess. Sorry.”

     George grinned, “You don’t have to apologize. It was cute.”

     I could feel my face flush at his words. His smile grew even wider at the sight of my heated face. My gaze dropped from his pretty face down to my boots. I could feel the thick socks I had on beginning to grow cold and wet from how long we’d been outside. Looking back up I could see George’s deep eyes glaze over. Assuming it was because he had been apart from Fred so long I glanced out at the view one last time before turning back the way we came.

     “We should probably get back. We’ve been gone a while and my toes are getting wet. I feel bad enough that Charlie forced you to do this anyways without you getting frostbite or something. I’ve had frostbite, it’s not fun. And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Sorry”

     George was shaking his head at me and said, “You are so weird.”

     Ouch. My chest tightened and the small smile I had been wearing dropped from my face. If I had been able to see past the tears forming in my eyes that were making my sight blurry, I would have seen George’s face do the same. Unfortunately, all I could focus on was that word. Weird. Strange. Abnormal. Freak. 

     Weird weird weird.

     The walk back was silent. A thick tension surrounded you both as thick snow flurries began to swirl down in the midmorning air. Just as thick was the lump forming in my throat as I fought back tears. I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me. He’s just some guy. But deep down I also know that he’s not just some guy. This is George fricking Weasley. With his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and his loyalty to his family. I couldn’t help but be enamored with him from the moment I walked in the Weasley’s front door. So it hurt to hear the man I liked call me that nasty word that has haunted me my entire life.

     When we finally reached the Burrow, George tried to reach for my arm but I pulled away and ran into the house. I could hear that some of the others had returned and really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Once again, luck wasn’t on my side. Charlie came walking out of the kitchen and saw me in the entryway. His face immediately became concerned at the sight of me and he lowered the sandwich he had from his mouth.

     “Draga?”, Charlie’s voice followed me as I finally reached the stairs and launched upstairs.

     As I reached the first landing I heard him speak again, his voice rough and hard.

     “What did you do?”  

[sanctimoniousslytherpuff]

Has a Nice Ring (Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Fred Weasley, accidently calls you by his last name during a Family Gathering at The Burrow.

Word Count: 888

A/N: this idea has been floating around in my head and I have been writing it in math class for months but I finally have a good grasp on it so yay! Also I am so sorry I have been gone for so long I ‘ve had some family and mental health issues lmao 

Warnings: fluff. that’s literally it 

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“Frederick Gideon and George Fabian Weasley! Get down from there this instant!”

The two boys were currently on the roof of the Burrow, fireworks of all different shapes and sizes in hand. Molly had just run outside to see all of her family and guests gathered together, viewing the reckless twins. Well, reckless in Molly’s opinion. Everyone else was having an absolute blast watching the idiots stumble around the steep covering.

You will admit, though, that you were slightly worried. Your boyfriend of 3 years, Fred, was now trying to climb on his twin’s shoulders to get to the highest point on the roof. You laughed amongst the others but slowly getting quieter. When Fred finally got up and George stumbled a bit is when you hit your breaking point. ”Fred, my love,” you yelled out. With one hand on the roof in front of him, Fred turned to look at you in the small crowd, his brother following his movements and wobbling slightly. You winced inwardly. 

“How about you guys get down from there now, yeah?” you called out to them. “Y/N, darling, are you insane?” Fred said joyously. “Honestly! This is going to be the best fireworks show ever!” your other best friend yelled with a wide grin. “I know, but you could easily use magic to put them up there!” 

You nervously stepped forward and watched at the boys looked at you, then each other, then back to you before bursting out into laughter. “Oh my dear y/n,” Fred said. “You know our mother doesn’t allow magic in the house.” George continued. Flabbergasted, you whipped your head around to look at Molly who’s face was drained of blood. You huffed a bit before jogging around to the backside of the house where you had previously helped the boys start their ascend to the roof. 

Carefully looking at how to get strategically get up, you began grabbing and pulling on things to hoist yourself up. After a few seconds, you rolled onto the roof to see the boys still wobbling back and forth. They both looked your way as you let out a sigh and stood up. 

“Y/N? What are you doing?!” Fred laughed. “You-” You pointed at Fred. His face dropped into a slight fearful expression. “Get off of your brother!” You quietly shouted at them. Stepping more towards you, George bent down, letting his brother off of his shoulders. Fred hopped towards you and set the fireworks from his hands onto the ground. George stood back up. “And I thought better of you, Georgie. You’re the usual brains of the operation!” You rubbed George’s shoulder as he too set down the few fireworks he had been holding. 

Fred scoffed. “If he’s the brains, then I’m-”

‘Not going to finish that sentence, Freddie.” You cut his off as George snickered quietly to himself, earning a punch on the shoulder from his brother. You began to reach for your wand before realizing that it was nowhere on your body. You looked up to the sky and muttered curses to yourself. “D’you forget soemthing, darling?” Fred said, walking over and looking over the edge at his family on the floor. “Yes,” you sighed. 

Suddenly you remembered something you had learned from childhood. Something you had told no one about. You stepped backwards a bit, looking at the fireworks then to the roof you were planning to put them onto for your idiot friends. You closed your eyes then opened them, holding your hand out and focusing on the objects on the floor. Fred backed up to his brother. “Is she...” George questioned. Fred’s face lit up like, well, fireworks. “She is... SHE IS!” 

You heard George shush him and chuckled as you finally lifted the fireworks and set them on the roof. You dropped your hands as everyone began to cheer from downstairs. Fred ran over to you and gave you the biggest hug. You smiled and laughed. “What is this for?” He let go and held grabbed your wrist, throwing it into the air like you had just won a boxing match. 

“Y/N Weasley everyone!” He yelled out. Everyone began whooping and cheering. George laughed and began to climb back down. Your smile dropped and your eyes widened as you processed what your boyfriend had just said. 

“Did you just...” You pulled your arm down slowly, turning to look at him. He laughed, holding a hand up to your face. “Did I what, darling?” You smiled. “You just labelled me Weasley, my love.” He smiled at you and he interlocked his long, slender fingers around yours, walking you towards the edge to climb back down and join everyone else.

“So what? You have an issue with it?” He smiled, helping you down the side of the house. When you finally reached the bottom, you grabbed his face, pulling him into a long, deep kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bending him down to your height as he pulled you closer to him in a full body hug, lips still interlocked. As you two pulled away for air, he wrapped his arm around your waist and began walking back to the crowd. 

You looked up at his, face flushed bright red from happiness and sighed. “Oh, not at all... it has a nice ring to it.”

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[jadedxrealityw]

-Meeting The Family- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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     Request: hi darling, how you doing? can i request a draco x reader where is draco going to her house on christmas break to meet her parents? maybe she has a younger brother who is quite jealous of her and draco together? just something very fluff and funny !! thank you, i love your work btw ❤️

     Kody: YESS. I’ve been waiting for something like this for the sole purpose that i’m going to make the reader a Weasley!

     Year: 7th

    House: Gryffindor

    Possible Triggers/Warnings: Fred and George being the best siblings, Molly being Molly, Draco being literally terrified of the Weasley’s, a little bit of the spice spice at the end. 

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   “will you stop pacing? Your making me nervous” you grumble, watching as the platinum blond hair boy walked back and forth in your dorm room “Your nervous? Your not the one meeting your girlfriends whole bloody family today” he snaps at you. 

    he walks over to the edge of your bed and sits down, putting his face in his hands “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you” he sighs deeply. You crack a smile and walked over to stand in front of him and take his hands into yours “It’s alright, but i’ll be there so there’s nothing to worry about. They’ll love you”

   Draco scoffs, leaning his head against your stomach “They have every right to hate me, my father is a horrible person to them and they’ll think i’m just the same as him” he spoke. You had never seen him so worked up over anything before, except for maybe when you got injured by a werewolf in the woods. 

    you purse your lips before sitting comfortably on his lap “Draco. You are nothing like your father and you will show them that. So stop moping okay?” you watch his eyes for a moment as he nods his head “Okay darling. I won’t mope. I just hope your right about this”

   “I’m always right”

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    today was the day, you had put on a blue, burnt orange, and brown striped sweater with blue jeans. The Weasley aesthetic really while Draco wore a emerald green sweater with black jeans (ik hawt). You stood in front of the burrow, holding his hand “Here we go” you spoke.

   you reach up to knock a couple times and the door swings open. It was Fred with a candy cane in his mouth. He looks at the both of you and nods once “Hey Y/n and Malfoy. I’m Fred by the way, not George. Just so you know” he sticks out his hand and Draco takes it. They shake hands. That’s a good start.

   he takes the candy cane out of his mouth and points behind him “Let’s head in shall we?” he says and you smile. As you both step in, you could hear everyone talking “Is Charlie here yet?” you turn and face your brother. Fred’s face drops and he shakes his head “He said he got busy with work.”

   you nod slowly, your expression dropping “Oh, okay” you shrug. “Y/n!” you hear a familiar shout and watch as Molly and Arthur come from around the corner. You let go of Draco’s hand and walk up to them. They both embrace you tightly. You pull away from them and walk back to Draco.

   you could tell how tense he was when he saw your parents. “Mum, Dad. This is Draco” you say and slowly brought him up to them. Draco cleared his throat before speaking “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. Thank you so much for inviting me” he spoke. So polite. 

   your mother smiled warmly at him as well as your father “Well, were glad you came. Seems like our girls like Slytherins” Molly let out a laugh. You raise a brow “What do you mean?” “Hey Draco” you both turn to the right and see Pansy Parkinson come out of the hallway. Oh right, Ginny’s girlfriend.

   Draco smiled kindly, she was his friend after all. “hey Pans” he replies. Pansy waves before disappearing into the living area. “Now, you two join your siblings in the living room while we finish dinner” Molly spoke and leant down to kiss your forehead before leaning with Arthur “I think that went well”

    Draco nods “Me too”

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    “Percy, don’t be such a buzzkill and take the candy cane” George sat next to Percy, jabbing him in the side with the peppermint treat. Percy just rolled his eyes and continued to read the book we was holding. You chuckle as you sat on the sofa with Draco, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

   It was certainly a full house tonight. Molly, Arthur, George, Luna, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Pansy, Bill, Fleur, Ron, Hermione, you, and Draco. You wondered where you would all eat considering your family table could barely fit the kids who already lived in the house. “Your family is much different than mine” Draco whispers to you.

   you turn your head to face him with a smile. “Yeah, we’re definitely stranger then other families” you laugh quietly, a grin forming on his face. “I like it. I’m so used to the quiet that i forgot that actual families talk and hang out with each other” he spoke, his eyes glossing over a bit as he looks at the tall christmas tree.

   you reach into his lap and grab his hand, bringing it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. “I hope i don’t make you feel as alone anymore” you spoke with a small frown on your face. Draco shook his head and with the arm wrapped around your shoulders, he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss.

   it was sweet and loving. To bad you had shit for brian brothers. “Hey hands off Malfoy! No snogging my sister while i’m here!” Ron shouts, causing you to pull away from the kiss. Hermione seemed annoyed with her boyfriend and pushes his shoulder “Y/n can do whatever Y/n want’s get over yourself Ron”

   George and Fred both choked back laughter then actually choked on candy canes. Idiots. Ron grumbled something and crossed his arms. What a child. After more talking you had the urge to go to the bathroom and laid your head in the crook of Draco’s neck “I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom. Okay?”

   Draco nods and places a hand on your thigh to squeeze it gently before unwrapping his limbs from yours “I’ll be back. Be nice. All of you” you gaze at all your brothers because Ginny at least knew how to be nice to Draco. You give a sharp glare to Ron before you leave the living room.

   Fred watches as you walk out of the room and like a pack of dogs, every single Weasley sibling crowded Draco. He thought he was going to be murdered on the spot as his grey eyes widened. Bill smiles lightly and holds out his hand to shake “Hi, i’m Bill. Anyway as you probably know were missing a Weasley tonight”

   Draco grabs his hand and shakes it “Charlie, right?” he says and all there heads nod. Oh this is so creepy. “Right. Well you see Y/n is really close to Charlie, but she hasn’t been able to see him for almost three years and such, so Fred told her he’s not coming, but we plan on surprising her when we open gifts”

   a small smile graces the Slytherins face- wait. “Why are you telling me this?” he questions and Percy speaks up surprisingly “Because you make our sister happy and considering you both are graduating next year, we figure your  going to be around more often and- so welcome to the family Malfoy”

   Draco was in complete shock as Percy spoke, considering he thought Percy hated him the most. Y/n was right. “Thank you. I also want to apologize for my fathers behaviour towards your family as well as mine in the past. It took me awhile to see you guys the way Y/n does”

   the twins shake their heads “Don’t worry about it. Your dad’s a real piece of work. Y/n tells us your mum’s nice enough though” they spoke in unison. Draco nods “yeah, she’s not judgemental” he reassures. “Anyway, we hope your having a nice night though. Right Ron?” Bill turns to face the younger Weasley.

   Ron looks at Bill and shakes his head, but Bill hits his shoulder “Yeah yeah whatever. We hope your having a blast” Ron then tore away from the group and went back to sitting with Hermione on the other sofa, mumbling something along the lines of ‘snogging his sister’ 

   a couple minutes later you came back into the living room and were pleasantly surprised to see Bill, George, and Fred chatting with Draco who seemed to be smiling brightly. What a sight. You lean against the doorway and watch as he interacted with your brothers. 

   you watch as they all went to sit on the floor so Percy, Ginny, Hermione, Luna, and Pansy could sit down and chat as well. Who would thought the Slytherin prince would get along so well with your family. “You guys seem to be having fun” you say as they turn to look at you. 

   you look to your left to see Ron sitting alone on the loveseat with a scowl on his face. You wave the group off before going to sit with your brother. He looks at you then the floor “Y/n” he spoke and you smiled lightly “Ron” you say in the same manner. “Why aren’t you sitting with the rest of them?”

   Ron scoffs under his breath “Why should i? Malfoy will never be friends” he comments and you reach up to lift his face, making him look at the group laughing and talking. “Look at Percy. He’s the most stuck up person i know and he is having a blast talking to Draco and Pansy. Why do you have a problem?”

   Ron sighs and pushes your hand away “Because your my sister. Yes, i know Ginny is to, but we’re the same age you and i. I can talk to you about anything, but ever since you and Draco got together. It hasn’t been you and i. It’s been you and him. What’s gonna happen when your married? I’ll never see you”

   you frown. You didn’t know Ron felt this way at all. It wasn’t as surprising though to be honest��“Ron. Your my brother and i love you dearly. I’ll never forget about you or George, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Bill, and Charlie. Your my family. If your ever feeling alone. Just talk to me, okay?”

   your words seemed to cheer Ron up. He nods and looks over at the group once more “Let’s do this.” he said and stood up.

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    after dinner the whole family including the lovers were in the living room again, passing out gifts. You watch as a square shaped box decorated with orange wrapping paper and a red bow floated from out a room and into each and every ones laps “oh wow, i wonder what these could be” 

    George spoke sarcastically before getting wacked on the head by Molly. You chuckle and look over at Draco who stared at aw in the christmas gift in his lap “Are you alright my boy?” Arthur spoke up. Draco looks up and nods eagerly “I’ve never gotten a real christmas gift before. My mother snuck me sweets and such, but never anything like this”

    Molly gave Draco a look of solace before smiling “Well, i hope you enjoy this one! Now kids open them up!” she shouts and you all start to rip open the wrapping paper and you saw a deep red sweater with your first initial on it. Every year. The Weasley kids slip on there sweaters “Thanks mum!”

   after slipping yours on, you look over at Draco who had a emerald green sweater in his hands with the letter ‘D’ on it. He looked excited as he takes off his quidditch sweater to put on Molly’s. “Do you like it Draco?” you spoke “i absolutely love it” he a wide smile spreads across his face.

    Luna got a baby blue sweater

   Hermione got a deep red one as well

   Fleur got a white sweater

   Pansy got a emerald green sweater as well as Draco.

   Pansy slipped hers on and nods smugly “i look awesome. I’m never taking it off. You’ll have to kill me first!” she exclaims as Ginny laughs beside her “She’s not joking either” Luna pulls the sweater over her head and wraps her arms around herself “So warm” she mumbles in her soft voice. 

   George smiles brightly and wraps his arms around her “Your so cute” he says before kissing the side of her face. Fleur looked down at the sweater on her and smiles warmly “I adore it” she spoke in her thick accent and Bill nods before grabbing her hand to kiss her knuckles.

   Molly clapped happily “I’m so glad you all like it. Now me and Arthur are going to get the christmas cookies from the kitchen. We’ll be right back out!” she announces before leaving the room. Everyone began to talk amongst each other and while you were distracted Draco snuck off into the kitchen.

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   “Um hello” he spoke up. Molly turns around and places the icing bag she was holding on the counter. “Ah Draco! Did you need something?” she asked, waving her hand for him to step closer. Draco walks over and immediately felt a cold shiver run up his spine. He was nervous.

   “I wanted to ask you both something?” he says, gulping. Arthur and Molly look at each other before smiling “Sure, go ahead” Arthur spoke. Draco takes a deep breath to calm his nerves “Me and Y/n have been dating for three years now and i know we only just turned 18, but i wanted to ask for your blessing to marry her when the time is right”

   Molly gasped loudly, before covering her mouth “Oh Draco! We would be more than happy to give you our blessing. She talks about you all the time and you had been nothing but kind to her and our family. I know you are much different then your father. you’ve learn to accept and adapt”

   Draco felt as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he smiles “Thank you so much. Uh- can i help ice those? If you’ll teach me how?” he laughs nervously and Molly nods.

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   ten minutes later Draco came out holding a tray of cookies with your parents. You smile lightly at the sight. How cute. He places the tray down on the floor where the group sat and everyone began to much on cookies, except for Fred and George. Where had they gone off too? Draco takes a seat next to you.

   he hands you a cookie and you smile, taking a bite “You snuck away to ice cookies with my parents?” you ask, laughing a little. He nods with a smile and pecks your lips quickly, “Seemed fun” he replied nonchalantly. You roll your eyes and continue to eat your cookie in piece.

   after everyone ate one Molly shot up from the sofa and gasped “Godric! We forgot Y/n’s present outside!” she exclaims, causing everyone to look at her. You tilt your head “What present?” you ask. “We all pitched in and got you a present. It’s so big we have to show you outside” Arthur spoke.

   you were now thoroughly confused as everybody made there way to the front door and walking out. Draco grabs your hand and lifts you up from the ground. You both walk outside and see George and Fred on both sides of a tall present, wrapped in orange paper with your name written in red ink.

   you laugh nervously. What was going on? “Um- do i open it?” you ask and Ginny nods, pushing you forward “Go on! Open it!” she shouts. You watch as George and Fred walk away from the present and behind you. “we suggest to pull the red ribbon then step back” George points out.

   you chuckle with a confused expression before taking the end of the ribbon and tug it once. You hear a couple clicks and step back quickly as the box falls apart. A tall male with orange hair and a red sweater with a ‘C’ smiles at you. Charlie. You watch as he steps out the box and opens his arms.

   “Hello my little dragon” he smile brightly as you ran up and tackled him into a hug. He lifts you off the ground and spins you around as you cling onto him. After a couple seconds he lets go and eyes you up and down “You’ve gotten so tall! and your hair is different. I also hear you have a boyfriend” he teases.

   you smile widely and nod “Yeah. He’s hear. Um- Draco!” you turn around and call for your boyfriend who steps towards you, holding out his hand “I’m Draco Malfoy” he says politely as they both shake hands “I’m Charlie! I hope my little sister hasn’t annoyed you too much. She’s mental this one”

   you huff and wack your older brothers arm “Hey! Don’t scare him off!” you shout, making Charlie laugh. He shrugs his shoulders “I don’t think he’s going anywhere. Your in for the long hall Malfoy. Welcome to the Weasley’s!” he exclaims and Draco smiles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

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   the party came to an end and everyone made there way to there perspective rooms. There was surprisingly enough room for everyone, to be fair your pretty sure that your father used a spell to add some extra rooms of some sort. You put on black and white flannel pants with a black crop top, as well as a dark grey jacket.

   Draco had on a black t-shirt and his boxers. You yawn as you began to fold up your sweater and place it in your trunk. You feel hands wrap around your waist and pull you close to his chest. “I had fun tonight” Draco mumbles against the skin of your shoulder since your jacket had slipped down your arms a bit. 

   you smile and lean your head back to look at him “You did? I’m happy. I’m also happy i got to see my brother” you spoke with a warm smile. Draco hums in response and slowly begins to pull the jacket off of your arms “I promised my mum no funny business while were here Draco”

   he smirks and begins to place sweet kisses on your neck “You may have promised that, but i didn’t darling” he rasps. You feel one of his hands run across the exposed skin of your stomach as his thumb traces the hem of your pants. “Why are you always horny?” you asked.

   “I don’t know? Have you seen yourself?” he chuckles as he spins you around to face him “Come on darling~” he coos and dips down to kiss your collar bone. “I-” “-Goodnight Y/n. Goodnight Draco!” you heard Charlie, Percy, and Fred shout. Oh those little shits.

   you flush in embarrassment and sputter out a goodnight back as Draco growls in frustration. “Cockblockers” he snarls, making you laugh. “Don’t worry, there going to do it to every couple in here. Didn’t expect Percy too though, just listen” you say and Draco keep quiet to listen.

   “Night Ginny. Night Pansy!” 

   “Go away were busy!” Ginny shouts

   “Sleep tight Fleur and Bill!”

   “You all are insufferable!” Bill yells making you snicker a bit

   “We don’t have to worry about Ron and Hermione. Ron has got like zero game” Fred speaks and they all laugh.

   “Hey i heard that!” Ron shrieks in offense.

   “Sleep well George! Sleep well Luna!”

   “You guys can’t pull this shit on me! Shove off!” George shouts and you hear a door slam.

   “Goodnight” Luna says. What a sweet girl

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   Kody: I hope you enjoyed this one. I really liked writing it! Anyways peace.

[marvelslut16]

Idiots in love

Pairing: William ‘Bill’ Weasley x reader 

Synopsis: (Y/N) has been in love with Bill ever since she met him their first year at Hogwarts. Will she finally tell Bill how she feels, like Mrs. Weasley hopes she will, or will Fleur and Ginny’s assumptions about (Y/N)’s love life get in the way. 

Word count: 2.9k+

Warnings: Angst. Dumb asses pining after each other. Fleur, if she counts lmao. Brief mentions of death. 

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for months, I wrote it as a self indulgent piece since I can’t date Bill in Hogwarts Mystery and I wasn’t sure if anyone would actually read it. It's cannon divergent. Also, tell me if you want a part 2!

My first fic of the new year! Hopefully I'll be way more consistent and inspired this year. Thank you to everyone reading any of the fics I write, I love you all!

“Molly, he’s happy with her,” you roll your eyes at the older woman who had become like a mother to you over the years. 

You met her at Kings Cross Station the morning of your first year, she helped you cross the barrier, your parents are muggles who are afraid of anything different. You were in Bill’s year, the two of you becoming fast friends on the train ride. Through your years at Hogwarts you two became inseparable, both becoming Head Girl and Head Boy together. You two always studied together, explored the castle together, went to Hogsmeade together, you did everything together. Well, except one thing, you didn’t fall in love together; you fell for him, and he fell for that foul, loathsome Emily Tyler and now Fleur Delacour.

You spent almost every Christmas Holiday under the burrow’s roof, along with most of your summers. The burrow was your real home, and the Weasley’s were your family. After you and Bill had graduated Molly and Arthur insisted you use their first names, both convinced you and Bill would finally get together. But that didn’t happen, you both went separate ways, barely even owling over the years. He went on to be this fantastic cursebreaker for Gringotts, getting sent all the way to Egypt. And you, you became the astronomy professor at Hogwarts, you thrived in the subject and Professor Sinistra transferred to Uagadou.

“But you’re perfect for him,” Molly nags. You loved the women with your whole heart, but she really needed to learn when to drop matters of the heart. Especially when the topic of discussion was set to arrive soon. 

“Not everything works out how we want it to,” you sigh as you hand her a clean dish to dry, you had wanted to clean the dishes the muggle way. “Especially when it involves one's heart.”

The two of you are waiting for everyone to arrive, Arthur is picking the kids up from the train now that it’s summer holiday. You had apparated to the burrow after the students boarded the train, now officially a part of the Order. Dumbledore and Sirius are dead, but that just means that everyone needs to fight harder. 

“I just want you to be happy,” Molly’s eyes are soft and sad as she looks at you. 

“I am,” you smile through the lie. There’s a pop from the living room, assuming it’s just Charlie you continue. “I don’t need a man Molly, my students make me happy.”

“Mum,” the unmistakable voice of William Weasley calls as he walks towards the kitchen. “I have great news, Fleur and I are engaged! We want to get married this summer!”

You accidentally drop the plate you're washing back into the soapy water, causing some to splash your shirt. For a split second you see Molly’s face fall before she puts on a bright fake smile as she turns to her eldest. You refuse to turn and see him, you thought you had enough time to prepare yourself to see him again, but you didn’t. He refused to see you after he got hurt during the battle of the astronomy tower when he was in the hospital wing and ignored you in the few weeks following.  

“Oh, wow,” Molly tries to come up with a response that won’t upset him. “This quickly?”

“I can’t take the chance, not now,” his mood is hard to read from his voice. He almost seems too defensive when he responds. “Not with everything happening.”

Your heart stops its thumping for a second, you didn’t realize it would hurt this much to see him happy. You want more than anything for him to be happy, but you also know that his mother and sister will never approve of Fleur. And he’ll never be fully happy because of that. But maybe you're wrong, maybe you don’t really know him. Maybe you never did. 

“I can’t believe I signed up for bloody astronomy again,” you can hear Ron complain through the open window before Molly can respond.

“You know you love me,” you holler out the window as Ron and Ginny get closer to the house. They’re the only two at Hogwarts now, they’re growing up so fast. 

“Yeah, yeah professor,” he mutters as he walks through the door before grinning widely at you. 

Even though you had seen Ginny hours ago, the younger girl runs up to you and throws her arms around you. You laugh as she pulls back and makes a face as some of the soap suds transferred to her shirt. 

“You just saw (Y/N),” Ron rolls his eyes at Ginny’s actions.

“Yeah but that’s different,” Ginny defends. “At Hogwarts I can’t talk to her about boys, or eat dinner with her, or ask for Quidditch tips.”

“I’m always up for talking about boys,” you grin down at the red headed girl. You laugh and apologize to Molly as Ginny pulls you from the kitchen and up to her room. 

You don’t glance at Bill, you can’t. You’re too scared that all of the feeling you have bottled up will resurface with just one glance. You miss the way his eyes soften at your interaction with his sister, and how they trail after you as you get pulled past him. You sit with Ginny as she fawns over Harry for close to an hour, interjecting occasionally when she asks for your opinion. This is what you always imagined having a younger sister would feel like. 

“What about you?” she asks with a teasing tone in her voice. 

“What about me?” you laugh lightly as your eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

“You and professor Snape,” she’s smirking. 

“Severus?” you laugh before your face pulls into a disgusted look only Ginny can see. “We’re coworkers. Dare I say friends. And he’s a part of the Order, we have to at least tolerate each other.”

“Mhm,” she sounds unconvinced. “He smiled at you the other day! In the Great Hall, where people could see! He never smiles!”

“Ginny, we’re friends,” you try to get through to the stubborn teen. “Plus he’s known me since I was eleven, that would be gross.”

Before Ginny can respond there’s a knock on the open door, you turn around and see Bill for this first time in years. His red hair still falls to his shoulders, and he still has that fang hanging from his ear. There are scars down his cheek now, those and the fang make him look bad ass. Your heart stutters as your eyes meet his, the heartache that disappeared when you were gossiping with Ginny resurfaces with just one look.

“Dinners ready,” he says before turning and walking back down the stairs. 

Dinner is loads of fun, the two eldest Weasley’s joining the group since there’s a small Order meeting afterwards. Dinner is full of Charlie joking with you, something you're happy about since Ginny wouldn’t be able to bring up Severus again. You ignore the giggles and the French accent that poke holes in your heart as Bill only pays attention to Fleur, who showed up at the Burrow when you were upstairs. 

After dinner you agree to show Ron and Ginny some Quidditch moves you had picked up over the years, borrowing an old broom left behind by one of the other boys. Remus and Tonks appear in the front yard, signaling that the meeting would start momentarily. Ron thanks you as he continues to practice the moves as you fly to the ground. Ginny follows you, wanting to get a drink from the kitchen before it's closed off to the youngest two. 

“Are you going to take his last name, or is he going to take yours?” she teases. 

“Ginny, not now,” you sigh, not sure how to get it through her head that you have no feeling for the potions master without revealing that you’re in love with her oldest brother. You aren’t sure who’s worse, her or Molly. 

“Alright, whatever you say Mrs. Snape,” Ginny wiggles her brows in your direction as you head for the kitchen. 

“Mrs. Snape?” Severus’s monotonous voice comes from behind you two. Ginny’s eyes widen before she takes off running, and a strangled sound leaves your lips.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley, that’s a month of detention next year!” you yell after her. You take a breath before turning to stare into Snape’s obsidian eyes. “Ginny saw you laugh at my stupid joke in the Great Hall a few weaks ago and now she’s convinced you have feelings for me.” Severus raises his eyebrows at you before looking in the direction Ginny ran off in. “She’s just a kid Sev, don’t hold her delusions against her.”

“Weasley’s,” he mutters before heading to the kitchen himself. Dumbledore had told a select few in the Order the plans for Severus to kill him so Draco didn’t have to, and since the Headmaster was already dying nobody was as mad as expected. “Don’t you have feelings for the oldest one?”

“Be quiet!” you hiss, as look to make sure no one heard. He smirks before walking into the room where the meeting is to be held, leaving you standing confused in the hallway.

The meeting is small tonight; Remus, Tonks, Charlie, Molly, Arthur, Sev, yourself, Bill, and Fleur. The rest had prior engagements unfortunately, so it was essentially just family and Severus. 

Molly uses her magic to pour you a glass of tea as you sit beside Sev, the only open seat. You smile a quick thanks before lifting the cup to your lips. The warm liquid soothing your tired throat, students liked to talk over you during the last week of school so your throat was a little raw. 

“Do you want a cookie with that, love?” Snape’s monotonous voice is slightly louder than it normally is. The term of endearment comes as such a shock that you spit out the tea that's in your mouth, landing across the table on Fleur. 

There was no denying that Severus’s question was directed at you, he’s holding the plate full of Molly’s cookies right next to your face. The room goes deathly silent as the seconds pass by. Ginny, who was getting herself some pumpkin juice, drops the glass she was holding, it shatters when it hits the ground. Molly, Arthur, and Charlie abruptly stop their conversation to stare at you and Sev in shock. Remus furrows his eyebrows as he looks between you two, Tonks looks like she's holding back a laugh. A flash of pain seems to cross Bill’s face before it goes blank, and horror crosses Fleur’s when your tea lands on her. 

“I’m so sorry!” you cover your mouth, thankful the liquid wasn’t warm enough to burn. Bill doesn’t even turn to look at his fiancee, just stares at you. 

“Are you alright?” Snape has a small smile only you can see. You aren’t sure how to respond, especially as you stare at the amusement dancing in his onyx eyes. 

“I knew it!” Ginny yells, finally breaking the few seconds of silence, seconds that felt like years. You flick Sev’s leg under the table, and he has the audacity to grin larger.

“Thanks honey,” your eyes narrow slightly as you grab a cookie off the plate, passing it to Bill without looking away from the man in all black. 

The rest of the meeting is awkward, and as soon as it’s over you pull Sev out of his chair and outside. The cool night air cools your burning cheeks and he lets out a laugh that he had been holding in.

“What was that?” you pull at the ends of your hair. 

“We made your precious Weasley jealous,” even though he’s smirking, there’s no change in his inflection. 

“And now they all think we’re together!” your voice is high pitched and squeaky. 

“Good luck with that,” he disapparates before you can respond.

“I hate you!” you yell at the spot where Severus was just standing.

“You and Snape, huh?” Charlie’s voice cuts through the silent night. 

“Not bloody likely,” you roll your eyes, before plopping onto the ground. Charlie joins you as you lay and stare up at the stars. “He heard Ginny saying she thought he liked me, and he knows who I like, so he decided to run with it. He’s actually fun when you break through his cold exterior.”

“You still love Bill,” it isn’t a question. No matter how many times you denied it while you three went to school together, Charlie never believed you. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to look at him. He’s already facing you so you continue, “your mum kept going on about how I should be the one with him this afternoon. She won’t drop it.”

“I love my brother,” Charlie makes sure you keep eye contact with him as he continues. “But he’s being stupid. I agree with mum, you should be the one marrying him.”

“He’s happy without me,” your voice comes out sadder than you thought it would, guard finally down. “We’ve barely talked in years, and he wouldn’t even let me see him after the attack. He doesn’t need me, nor does he want me in his life anymore.”

Charlie just sighs, annoyed that neither you nor Bill could see the truth starring you both in the face. You love each other. Charlie just lies next to you in comforting silence, staring at the night sky until he has to head back to Romania and you off to bed. 

A single tear slips down your cheek as you lay down in the bed that once belonged to Charlie. Ginny enters the room without knocking, and you quickly wipe away the tear. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!” she practically screams. 

“There’s nothing to tell, he was messing with you, Gin,” you look her directly in the eyes so she knows you aren’t lying. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” she sits beside you on the mattress. 

“I’m in love with Bill,” you whisper, finally saying the words out loud. Sure you had agreed with Charlie earlier, but you had never said the five words out loud before. It feels like a weight is lifted off your chest, until a new wave of heartache hits you. “I have been since we were in school, and it hurts Ginny. Fleur, she’s perfect, I couldn’t possibly compete with her.”

“You’re so much better than her, (Y/N),” Ginny grabs your hand, causing you to look up at her. “And he’s a fool if he doesn’t see that.”

“Thanks Gin,” you smile sadly, squeezing her hand before she heads off to her room. 

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“Zank you,” Fleur’s French accent is the first thing you hear in the morning. Ginny comes up behind you as you stand in the hallway, and puts her hand on your shoulder. Today is the day you forget about all of this foolish childish love you have for Bill. 

Molly watches you closely as you sit down at the breakfast table, Ginny plopping down beside you. As you talk to the young girl about Quidditch over breakfast, a black owl flies through an open window. You roll your eyes as it plops a letter beside you, you give the owl some of your toast before it flies out of the window again. Ginny looks over your shoulder as you open the letter, the rest of the Weasley’s not-so-secretly watch you read it. 

The letter isn’t anything special, just Severus letting you know that you had left a book at Hogwarts. You know full well he’s being his dramatic self, going out of his way to send an owl, just so he can say he was right. He even added a p.s, asking if Bill had gotten jealous yet. You laugh at the ridiculous question, causing Bill to excuse himself and walk outside. Fleur doesn’t move from her seat, causing you and Ginny to make a face at each other.

A few moments pass before you decide to follow your old best friend against your better judgment, but someone should check on him. He’s in the backyard pacing like a madman, running his hands through his long hair and pulling on the tips. 

“Bill?” you ask softly. He whips around and looks at you, once again his face is hard to read. Your eyes, however, soften as soon as they see what Fenrier Greyback did to him. “What’s wrong?”

“You and Snape?” his voice is hard and cold. “He hated us growing up, and you just pretended that never happened and you're with him? He hated you!”

“It’s none of your business William!” your voice is high pitched, you’re angry. He doesn’t talk to you in ages and now all of a sudden he thinks it’s okay to judge your relationships. “We were annoying kids back then, of course he hated us.”

“You could do better than him!” his anger seems to rise at the use of his full first name. 

“We’re just friends!” your voice is shrill, and you're sure everyone inside can hear you two clearly. “Not that it’s any of your business anyway! Severus was letting me know I forgot some of my belongings at Hogwarts. You have no right to judge who I choose to spend my time with and who I befriend, not when you haven’t tried to talk to me in years Bill!”

With that you turn and head away from the burrow, not wanting to face anyone right now. Especially any of the Weasley's, and most of all, Molly. Bill calls your name as you walk away from him, but you don’t turn around. You can’t. William Weasley has broken your heart multiple times since you met him, and you aren’t about to give him the satisfaction of watching himself break your heart all over again.

Part 2

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Keeping that thing of sharing WIP-without-progress that sometimes I find sitting quietly in my google drive, please enjoy this first (last?) part of a Sirius Lives AU in which Sirius, bless him, shows that he would never sit quietly waiting for a Potter to realize he is falling for a redhead.

Also, the world would be better if Sirius lived, so talk about self-indulgence.

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Sirius is in love with their new home.

He watches a flock of seagulls flying over his head in the direction of the sea a few miles away and the sight of it — the birds, the cloudless blue sky, the sun — fills him with joy. Even in his human form he still can smell the sea breeze — a smell he has come to associate with freedom. In Azkaban, despite being on an island, he never smelled anything but guilt and heaviness and mold.

But now — now he is free. Now he is outdoors without any danger at all.

Sure, not everything is right in the world — Voldemort is on the open, the war has started once more and those dumb idiots at the Ministry haven't granted him yet his Order of Merlin, First Class, that Fudge last promised before he resigned, but Sirius has learned to watch for the good things in the world.

Like the sight of those four teenagers coming towards his house. Not only his, of course. It’s Harry’s too, though he can’t call that yet until he is out of age and no longer depending on that love protection that means Harry still needed to return to the Dursleys for two weeks that summer.

Not that Harry seemed to mind. Sirius made sure he would visit Harry every night — something the Dursleys loathed — and Sirius had also enjoyed that time to finish buying a new place and setting things up. So far they had spent most of the summer there in that house by the sea, except for a few days in which Harry would go the Burrow when Sirius was doing some duty for the Order or finishing some business at the Ministry of Magic — it turned out that being found innocent after twelve years in prison without a trial meant a lot of paperwork.

Harry had not complained of spending those days at the Burrow and, afterwards, Sirius had just invited Ron, Hermione and Ginny to visit their place. They had spent all week there and on Sunday they would return to the Burrow for lunch, though Sirius had the impression that they would all want to go back there. There were only benefits of enjoying the summer on a beach — and away from Molly’s watchful looks, as far as Sirius considers.

Not that those four seem to be enjoying much of it, Sirius thinks. He’d left them early at the beach in order to set up a nice barbecue for them all; the beach had been full of people, mostly teenagers like him, and he thought of days of summer he’d spent with James and Remus a lifetime ago. Sirius had mostly enjoyed and even Remus had left his shell to admire those Muggle tourists that roomed the beach with so little cloth.

He watches as they come in pairs. Ron and Hermione are in the front; Sirius had watched them at the beach, having a laugh with Harry and Ginny at how open-mouthed Ron had been seeing Hermione in a one-piece swimsuit, his face redder than the sun could ever make him, and they had placed their bets whether something would finally happen between those two. So far, it is Harry, who’d doubted anything would happen, that’s winning. In fact, considering they seem to be bickering about something - both have their arms crossed, talking to each other without looking in the eyes -, Sirius thinks he should have bet less.

Then his eyes fall on the second duo.

For a moment — probably because of the sun, it’s really a hot day —, his eyes play a trick on him and he is dragged back in time, as if he is watching James and Lily going back from one of their walks around the lake; they always returned with smiles, basked in that light that spoke of how in love they were — and that they’d been snogging.

The illusion passes quickly. Despite the fact that Harry looks a lot like James, especially now that that a grin is permanently attached to his face, for once a normal happy teenager, his expressions are all wrong — Harry is much more thoughtful and reflexive than James, who always wore his emotion on his sleeve. And Ginny looks nothing like Lily, of course; she is shorter, more athletic and the tone of her hair tends to orange whereas Lily’s was darker.

But there is something that resonates to Sirius, even if he can’t put his finger right on it.

He watches them with more attention. They are talking to each other too, fighting over something but instead of their arms crossed, their hands move unstoppable as if that can reinforce whatever arguments they are presenting. They both are grinning, enjoying their discussion, and Sirius is pleased to notice they are closer than it would be needed.

They remain close during lunch. There is a lot of space in that wooden table Sirius put in the backyard, and yet Harry takes his plate to sit next to Ginny; they take turns to pick food in each other’s plate, in what seems more of a teasing than anything, though he notices that Ginny takes more treacle tart than she’d eat — not looking surprised when Harry steals them from her plate — and Harry fills her glass without her even asking.

Now that Sirius thinks about it, they’ve been together a lot this week and even before — whenever they were at the Burrow, Harry would come to ask Ginny for a fly or to play Exploding Snaps; and when Sirius returned, he found them on more than occasion sitting together and talking alone. Sure, he’d seen Harry with Ron and Hermione too, but there was something different there.

Just like James acted differently with Lily than with the Marauders. Could it be…?

Harry is not blind, that Sirius knows. He saw Harry’s eyes diverting in Ginny’s direction more than once at the beach, though he seemed flustered and — after throwing a look at Ron — guilty. Sirius supposes that being attracted to your best friend’s sister must feel weird.

But he is attracted, right? There is no denying.

And if Harry has a crush on her - why hasn’t he done anything so far? Maybe it’s Ron’s presence? But Ron’s attention is so concentrated on Hermione that Harry surely could ask Ginny for a trip to the beach alone — maybe watch the sunset there? It’s romantic… or a midnight fly? Sure there are options, and yet Harry has done none of it…

Unless… well, he is Prongs’ son, and Prongs, bless his soul, had been clueless to the point that Lily had to ask him out.

Now Sirius is left to ponder whether Harry doesn’t know about his feelings or about Ginny’s. For all that Sirius had talked last year at Grimmauld Place with Ginny, he knows she used to have a crush on Harry — something Fred and George teased her a lot until she hexed them — and that it was supposedly over. But Sirius has seen the way she really cared for him — worried over him last year with everything that was happening — and he sees now how she acts around him as if she is unable to drift too far away from him.

Attraction works both ways, after all.

Well, if Harry is blind to it, it’s his job as his godfather to point him in the right direction. That’s what he is sure James would want him to do — and also, he thinks James would really like Ginny. She flies better than him.

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Estranged-Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

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Requested by anonymous: 'Love your writing it’s amazing! I was thinking of a Fred Weasley imagine where he doesn’t die. And after the war, he falls in love with Draco’s twin. And like her parents accept it because all they want is for her to be happy. (They learned from their past mistakes)'

Characters: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader, Molly Weasley x Reader (platonic), Lucius Malfoy x Reader (father), Narcissa Malfoy (mother)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death, mention of abuse/bad childhood, estranged family relationships, judgement, reconnecting, lots and lots of fluff

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(Y/N) Malfoy felt people staring at her as she walked down the street, some in disgust, others just intrigued as to why she would show her face after all these years. Her platinum hair gave away her identity, as well as her fine clothes that were clearly expensive. She didn’t want to flaunt, but she had earned these items now, after working to build up a reputation again since...since the battle.

Why couldn’t it be normal for her now? Yes, she had been on the wrong side, but she and her brother, Draco, didn’t have a choice. Their last few years at Hogwarts had been miserable, all because their families had made ties to the Dark Lord. (Y/N) had always been quiet, almost mute when she was younger; although she wanted to speak up about many things, defend anyone her brother was bullying, explain how she didn’t agree with her parents views on wizards who weren’t pure bloods. But she was always too scared, she didn’t want her father to yell at her like he did Draco, or that one time she tried saving a house elf from a beating (that had caused many nightmares to occur). The only time she did use her voice was when she convinced her brother to spare Potter, to lie, to make sure that their fellow classmates could live; although taught from a young age that they were superior, she realised how wrong her families’ beliefs were.

Shops turned silent when she entered, conversations were only whispers, the shop keepers not serving her with the same warmth as everyone else. As usual, she kept quiet, quickly paying for her things then leaving. Deep down, (Y/N) had always known she wouldn’t be normal like anyone else, but she could try. 

As she left, keeping her head down again, someone bumped into her with such a force that it sent her flying to the ground. She yelped out, instantly feeling pain shoot up the arm she landed on, her shopping falling out of the bag and scattering around. No one helped her, they walked past as she struggled to gather everything.

 “What a bunch of twats.” someone snapped, and she recognised the voice.

Looking beside her, out of all the people in the world, Fred Weasley had bent down to help her.“Fred?”

He sadly smiled, helping her to her feet as he held her bags.“In the flesh. You alright?”

“Yeah.” she breathed out.“Thank you.”

“No problem. I haven’t seen you for years.”

She ducked her head.“Yes, it’s been a while.”

He sensed her anxiousness.“Are you sure you’re OK?”

She cleared her throat, ignoring the pain in her arm.“Now I am.”

“Hey, why don’t we go grab a drink? You know, catch up?”

She looked up in surprise.“Y-you want to hang out with me?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

Flashbacks to all the times her brother spoke down to their family, the moments where she didn’t stick up for them or tell Draco to back down. And when her family fought against the Weasley’s at the battle. She had heard from witnesses that Molly Weasley was the one to kill her aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange (although it didn’t sadden her, Bellatrix had always made (Y/N) uncomfortable and scared). Yet here Fred was, kindly offering a hand. Sensing her hesitation, he nodded, understanding now.

“I don’t hold grudges (Y/N), especially against those who haven’t done anything wrong.”

(Y/N)’s tense posture relaxed, thanking him once again as she went to take her bags from him. However, he retracted his arms, holding them away from her. 

“So, are you coming?” he grinned.

Surprisingly, (Y/N) nodded straight away, laughing as she tried to grab her bags again. He laughed with her, already walking away as she caught up. She recognised the route, they were heading towards Diagon Alley, soon stepping into The Leaky Cauldron. Luckily it wasn’t full of people, they had come at a quiet time, though she still chose a table in the far corner, slightly hidden away. Fred went to get their drinks, leaving her alone with her thoughts. He was being so nice, no one had been like that in a long time.

“I can’t believe how long it’s been.” Fred sighed as he settled back in his seat, handing (Y/N) a drink.

“I don’t really want to think about the last time we saw each other.” she mumbled, looking down at her hands.

“No, me neither.” he quickly changed the subject.“Well, what’s been happening in your neck of the woods?”

“Not much I’m afraid. No one wants to be around a Malfoy.”

“I’m here aren’t I?”

She bravely looked into his eyes.“You’re just being sweet.”

“What about your brother?”

“Draco is fine. He’s actually met someone, it seems serious.”

“Wow, Draco Malfoy is settling down?”

“Yep. I’m happy for him.” she asked the next question before she could think about it.“Have you found anyone?”

He scoffed a laugh.“No, still stuck with my brother at the shop.”

“You know, I only ever went in there once. Draco caught me, he dragged me out of there.”

“What a prick.” Fred closed his eyes, sighing when he realised what he said.“Sorry, just used to saying that.”

She giggled, making him smile.“No, you’re right. He used to be the worst at times. But he’s better now, more understanding. He has a lot more respect for people.”

“And you’re talking more.”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“You used to be so quiet. I remember the first time you spoke, it’s all anyone ever talked about.”

“I had always been told to keep my mouth shut or face a consequence. It comes and goes, though I’m happier now. Much happier.”

“Me too.”

That first meeting turned into another, then one more after that, before they found themselves seeing each other every week. These ‘catch-ups’ became much more than that. (Y/N) had laughed more than she had in her entire life, and Fred found it easier to open up to her about the past. They no longer met up in public, Fred mostly visiting her small home (not the lavish Malfoy Manor he had heard so much about) as it was more private and further away from anyone else. Drinks phased into dinner, dinner moved onto staying the night; both couldn’t wait to wake up next to each other, loosely snuggled up before tightening their embrace as they stirred. 

They got away with keeping it a secret for months, except from one individual. George wondered where his brother disappeared to, teasing Fred when he came to the shop late and dishevelled. He dared to follow Fred one night, shocked when he saw (Y/N) kissing him. George gently brought it up, at first upset that Fred had been bewitched by a Malfoy. After the three sat down, George saw (Y/N) for who she truly was; she was scared about what George thought, though when he saw how they lifted each other up, he knew this was the right thing.

George had been accepting. But what about everyone else? (Y/N) had thrown up the day of meeting the Weasley family. Fred convinced his parents to not invite anyone else, just let it be the four of them. He also forgot to mention that (Y/N) was a Malfoy. She had to refrain from crying the whole way there, breathing deeply and thinking about something else to avoid a panic attack. She recognised the shock look on Mr and Mrs Weasley’s faces as she walked into the Burrow, their lovely smiles vanishing almost instantly. 

“Mum, dad, this is (Y/N).” Fred proudly said, not afraid to wrap his arm around (Y/N)’s waist.

“H-hello.” (Y/N) shakily said, desperately trying to stop her nerves from getting the better of her.

The sound of the poor girl’s voice made Molly’s heart break. Everyone knew of their quarrel with the Malfoy’s, but seeing such the young, intimidated and quiet girl made her forget all of that. It had been slightly awkward at first, but Fred helped ease everyone into conversation, and by the end of the night, there were smiles on everyone’s faces. As they said their goodbyes, Molly had a chance to pull (Y/N) aside, seeing her son and husband deep in conversation.

“Thank you for tonight Mrs Weasley, it’s been lovely.” (Y/N) said, finally feeling comfortable.

Molly had seen (Y/N)’s surprised expression when they had been welcoming to her (once the shock of being a Malfoy went away). This girl had never received this type of attention, Molly imagined the only time the family was together was for silent dinners and public outings. But her personality around Fred was calmer, she looked reassured. (Y/N) needed love, she needed that experience of being part of one big happy family.

“You are welcome here anytime dear.” Molly smiled, squeezing (Y/N)’s hands.

When Fred managed to get (Y/N) away from his mother, she had been gushing about everything that had been said that night.

“Did you hear what she said to me?!” (Y/N) exclaimed.

“Yes, you’ve repeated it many times.” he chuckled.

The happiness remained until Fred brought up the question (Y/N) had been dreading.

“So when can I meet your parents?”

Although (Y/N) desperately wanted to skip that milestone in their relationship, it seemed unfair that she had met the Weasley’s, and Fred wouldn’t meet the Malfoy’s. (Y/N) hadn’t kept much contact with her parents, mostly letters to her mother, even though there wasn’t much to talk about. One night when she was writing one of the said letters, Fred had been looking over her shoulder, convincing her to mention the relationship. (Y/N) found it incredibly hard to put pen to paper, not writing Fred’s name, but explaining how far this relationship of hers had gone. Her mother penned back, expressing how much she wanted to meet the mystery man. It was finally time to do so.

“Should I have got a different suit?” Fred stressed as they made their way to her parent’s house.

“No, why?” she asked.

“Because...well, it’s nice, but not as nice as the ones your dad wears.”

“I don’t want you to dress like my father. I want you to be you. And are you sure you’re alright going there?”

“Are you?”

She thought about it.“Not really. I just keep telling myself that it’s just a house, there’s nothing more to it.”

As they stood outside Malfoy Manor, (Y/N)’s heart rate increased, She felt Fred’s hand become sweaty, but that could have been her’s too. Now looking at it, it felt much more gloomier, more haunting. But they only had to be here tonight, no longer than that. Of course her parents didn’t greet her straight away, the door opened by itself, and the couple cautiously walked in. (Y/N) flinched as the door shut, remembering how much she hated this place. It was so different to the Burrow; (Y/N) knew she should have been grateful for a manor as a home, with lavish decor and large amounts of land, but that could never replace the safe feeling you were supposed to feel at home. 

“(Y/N).” her mother, Narcissa, gasped as she entered the room.

(Y/N) crumbled at the sight of her mother, knowing that she wanted their relationship back to how it used to be. But she still didn’t rush to hug her, casually walking over. Narcissa took in (Y/N)’s features, smiling as she thought about how beautiful her daughter was. Hugging her like only a mother could, she didn’t let go early, hating how long it had been since they saw each other. When they pulled away, Narcissa noticed the man, hiding her surprise when she saw he was one of the Weasley boys. (Y/N)’s shoulders ached from how tense they were as her mother approached Fred, opening her arms to him. Her mouth almost dropped open, as did Fred’s as he returned the hug. Narcissa no longer cared about being part of a ‘superior’ family; (Y/N) was happy with this man, and he had managed to bring her daughter back to her.

"Come you two, we have drinks waiting for you." Narcissa smiled, gesturing for them to walk ahead of her.

(Y/N) grasped onto Fred's hand again, feeling her breathing become deeper at the thought of seeing her father. Fred didn't want to push any boundaries in front of her parents, but he would be damned if he let (Y/N) become upset. He wanted to come to ensure that her family gave their blessing, it would feel wrong not to come; but if this was the last time she wanted to see them, then so be it.

Walking into the drawing room, (Y/N) unintentionally gripped onto Fred's hand harder, almost digging her nails in. There were no complaints from him as Lucius Malfoy turned around. He looked a lot better than the last time he saw him, though he had definitely aged, and being part of Voldemort's army hadn't helped with that.

"(Y/N), welcome home." Lucius said, his usual cold tone in his voice.

"Thank you father." she whispered, going back to her quiet self.

"So, he's a Weasley then?"

"Yes sir." Fred spoke, not afraid anymore.

(Y/N)'s head whipped up to look at Fred, then to her father. Lucius narrowed his eyes, stepping forward until Narcissa stopped him.

"Lucius." she warned."We've just got them back."

"Them?" (Y/N) questioned.

"Draco visited only last week. We met Astoria." Narcissa explained.

"He finally did it."

"What? You knew about her?"

Fred squeezed (Y/N)'s hand, silently encouraging her to go on."I send letters to Draco too. We've both been petrified to come back."

"Why?" Lucius had the audacity to ask.

"I'm with a Weasley. You belittled them for years. And it pains me to say that I stood back and did nothing. Never did I imagine that I would be forgiven by them, let alone fall in love with one."

She couldn't believe how forward she was being. But they were all listening intently.

"I've grown since I've left here. Fred has helped me to change, change for the better. I have missed you both, but you can't deny that we weren't a normal family."

Lucius and Narcissa exchanged a look, a wave of sadness washing over them. They had been caught up in the Dark Lord's work, wanting to fulfill the purpose they had been taught from a young age. They assumed their children would follow in their footsteps. Oh how wrong they were. And they regretted every second of it.

"(Y/N)," Narcissa calmly started, slowly stepping towards the couple,"we cannot express how much we regret abandoning you as a child. We weren't focused on raising our family. Losing you and Draco was the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. Your letters have been the only thing bringing us a small amount of joy each week."

"Your mother is right."

Though his face was stern, anyone could see that Lucius meant what he said. He just didn't know how to express that.

"I can no longer tell you what to do or who to be around." he said."Your mother and I have had many long conversations about this particular topic, about you and Draco. We want you to move on, be with someone who will give you a good life and treat you better than we ever did."

This was too much for (Y/N), this was the longest they had ever thought about their feelings ever. She was frozen, unsure if this was a cruel trick. Were they really going to be happy for her?

"A-are you..." she steadied her shaky breath as tears fell from her face."Are you being serious?"

Narcissa's eyes widened at the thought of this being fake."Of course darling. I can't lose you again."

"(Y/N), we are happy for you both." Lucius added.

That sent her over the edge. She made up that she needed a minute, rushing out of the room. Fred didn't hesitate to run after her, calling her as she ran outside. (Y/N) collapsed onto the steps to the door, head in her hands as she sobbed.

"(Y/N), hey, it's alright. I'm here, I'm here with you." he gently said, sitting beside her.

She felt him pull her hands away."I just...I just can't process...did they really say all of that?"

He smiled, wiping away the tears on her cheeks."Yes. They love you. I know you've been through all those hard years, and this is a huge shock. It's going to take time to get used to."

"I'm so happy you're here with me."

"Be a bit awkward if you said you had a boyfriend and didn't show up with one, wouldn't it?"

She let out a short laugh, and he knew that she was calming down."Let it all out love. If you want to, we'll go back inside. If not-"

"No, I think I need to do this. You're with me, that's all I need to continue."

He held her face in his hands, slowly leaning in and pressing a small kiss on her lips."I love you."

"I love you more."

"We've got this, we're in this together, always."

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

and then the world stopped (1/2)

Summary: Vic wasn’t unhappy when she moved with her husband to Washington D.C. She was happily married, had a new job as a teacher and was trying to get pregnant. But after a year of trying still nothing has happened. She didn’t know that just one accident of the nanny of one of the children in her class was about to change her whole life.

Pairing: Dave York x OFC

Wordcount: 4.4k+

Warnings:fluff, smut (shower sex, fingering), Infidelity, mentions of physical abuse

A/N: Okay I have no idea what’s going on with me but the words are flowing. I decided to cut this into two parts. Part 2 is coming next week :) Big thanks @yespolkadotkitty​ for being my beta on this. I guess I really am in the pit now :D

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Victoria didn’t even know why she bothered taking the test. She was only three days late and she knew it would be negative. She had been trying to get pregnant for almost a year now. She was healthy, her husband was healthy, but somehow, it just didn’t work out. 

When the test she took confirmed that she indeed wasn’t pregnant she just sighed and put it in the trash, then slicked on some eyeliner. 

Her husband, Phil, was standing at the kitchen counter, his phone in his hand, his cup of coffee next to him. He looked up when Victoria entered the room, hopeful. She just shook her head, grabbing her purse. She wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

When Vic moved from New York City to Washington D.C. she had plans. She had just married the man she thought she loved and they were happy. She had gotten a new position at the elementary school close to where their new house was, while Phil had the job he had always dreamed of. They were happy. 

For a good year.

Children were always on their wish list. So even though they both just started their new jobs, Victoria got off birth control, and oh, did they try. But the longer nothing happened, the more frustrated both became. She could handle her frustrations by going to the gym. Phil on the other hand… It must have been the fifth negative pregnancy test when his hand slipped the first time. Victoria had been so shocked she had just left the house, not knowing how to process what just happened.

This wasn’t the man she wanted to spend her whole life with. Somewhere that man got lost and she wasn’t sure if he was still inside of there, or if she could find it in herself to forgive him.

The bruises on her skin faded, but not the ones on her soul. She threw herself into her work, treating the sex they still had like a chore to maybe get what she wanted. It didn’t feel like before, there was no passion. At some point, she asked herself what would happen, if she would end up pregnant? She couldn’t bring a child into this mess of a marriage. 

Thankfully she didn’t have to make that decision because Phil had to travel more and more for work. The last time they had sex was 6 weeks ago and she clearly wasn’t pregnant. He would leave again today, and this time, she didn’t bother to ask for how long. 

Maybe it was time to end things. But a part of her missed the man she had fallen in love with. The man who might be hiding somewhere deep inside of the corpse of a man she was married to now.

“Hi Miss Vicky,” she shook her head to clear her thoughts, a smile coming to her face as she spotted Alice.

“Hi Alice. How are you?” She asked, seeing the girl’s eyes shine enthusiastically.

“Dad tried to make pancakes.”

“And they were good?” Victoria saw her shake her head with a sour expression and tried not to laugh. She didn’t know much about her father, only that his wife died. She only ever met the nanny.

“But he’s the best at making sandwiches.” Alice grinned and Vic chuckled.

“Then maybe your Dad should stick to sandwiches.” Vic winked. 

Vic didn’t mind when parents were running late picking up their kids after school. Though most times it was a couple of minutes, 15 max. But when the clock was running towards 45 minutes after the bell rang and her colleague brought Molly, Alice’s sister to her class, because she couldn’t stay any longer, Vic grew a little worried. The nanny, Sarah, had never been late. She was one of the few people who were always waiting outside. Watching Alice and Molly draw, she dialed the three numbers that were listed as the emergency contacts. The first one was Sarah, the nanny. The call went straight to voicemail again, but she left another message. 

The second one was the cell of their Dad. David York. It went straight to voicemail, too. Sighing she dialed the third number, that didn’t even connect.

The next thing she would have to do was to call either child services or the police but as she watched the girls drawing and playing together, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. 

When another 45 minutes passed she asked the girls if they knew anyone else they could call.

“Just Dad or Sarah. There’s no one else,” Alice shrugged before she got back to drawing her picture. 

“Hm… What do you think about going to my place to wait until someone calls? I bet you are getting hungry, huh?” Vic asked before she couldn’t think more about it. She sent a little prayer that their father was only held up at work. 

“Can we make pancakes?” Alice asked excitedly and Vic chuckled. 

“Breakfast for dinner? I like the way you think.”

She called both contacts again, saying that she hoped it was okay not to call the police and that she would take the girls both home with her. She gave her address and then went out. Hoping that she was doing the right thing.

“Miss Vicky?” Molly was sitting on the kitchen counter. They had been at Vic’s house for a good two hours now and the pancakes were almost finished.

“Yes Miss Molly?” She asked with a small smile, making Molly giggle as Alice insisted on setting the table. 

“Where is our Dad?” She asked. Vic flipped the last pancake and overplayed her concern at their Dad’s disappearance before she smiled. “I bet he’s only stuck at work. He’ll be here before you know it.” She tapped on Molly’s nose, making her giggle.

“Maybe you can show him how to make pancakes, Miss Vicky. They are soooooo good.” Alice hummed and Vic turned her head, suppressing her grin at the girl stealing a piece of the plate full of pancakes on the table.

“I bet your Dad knows to make other stuff instead,” she winked.

“Yes! He makes the best blanket forts.” Molly clapped her hands in excitement.

“Does he?” Vic asked.

“One time, when Mum was just gone, Dad made the whole living room a blanket fort. It was the best thing EVER!” Alice giggled. Vic was about to answer when she heard her phone ring. She turned off the stove, setting Molly down on the floor before she went over to grab her phone, sighing relieved when she noticed it was Mr. York calling. 

“Mr. York.” Vic said relieved, taking the call.

“I’m so sorry. I just got off the plane. Sarah had an accident and is in the hospital.” Vic ignored how deep and velvety his voice was.

“Oh no worries. Is Sarah okay?” Vic asked.

“Just a broken leg. She has to have surgery, though. Again, I’m so sorry. I’m on my way now. Thanks for taking care of my girls.” She could hear his relieved sigh.

“Oh, they’re just precious. We are actually about to have pancakes for dinner and their homework is done too,” Vic smiled. She heard a chuckle on the other end of the line and found herself smiling at her phone.

“Pancakes… They really love their pancakes.”

“They do,” Vic walked over to where the girls were waiting patiently for her.

“It’ll probably take me another hour to get to your side of town.”

“That’s no problem. It’s Saturday tomorrow, I have nothing planned.”

“You’re an angel,” she heard Mr. York say. Her heart fluttered.

“I really am not. See you in an hour, Mr. York,” she smiled.

“Thank you.” He said again before he ended the call. Alice and Molly looked at her as she set her phone down.

“Your Dad will be here in an hour. How about we save him one of the pancakes?” Vic asked.

Elsa was just about to sing “Let it Go” when the doorbell rang. Vic had seen the headlights of a car outside the kitchen window only moments before. Molly and Alice were sitting to either side of her, cuddled against her. It felt natural; like they had been doing this for years. Shaking her head, she untangled herself from the girls who were so invested in the movie, they didn’t even notice that there was someone at the door. 

Slowly Vic walked over, looking at herself in the mirror next to the door, to check her appearance before she opened the door.

Vic wasn’t a big fan of romcoms. She never believed life could throw you just this one person in your life, that made the whole world stop when they look at you. She didn’t have this ever before. Yet when she looked up into the warm brown eyes of David York, it was just like that. 

The world stopped and she didn’t know for how long. He looked tired, yet a relieved small smile graced his lips. His hair looked like he had run his hand repeatedly through it, probably in frustration, and she wondered if it would feel as soft as it looked.

“It took a bit longer,” he said before he held up a sunflower. “I would have gotten something bigger, but that was all they had at the gas station,” he said hesitantly. Vic was so awestruck by the handsome man standing in front of her that she had to shake her head a little before she chuckled.

“You didn’t have to. They were little angels.” She took the sunflower, daring herself not to smell it as she stepped to the side to welcome him in.

“Yeah? They can be little devils, let me assure you,” he said, watching her closely. She closed the door, suddenly very aware of the weight of the ring on her finger. Sucking her bottom lip in she turned back around to find him standing in her hallway.

“I’m just glad nothing happened to you, Mr. York,” she nodded towards the living room and he followed her.

“Please, call me Dave,” he winked and she only nodded, ignoring the shiver that went over her body when he smiled at her.

The girls really wanted to finish watching the movie. Vic didn’t mind but she could see that Dave wasn’t happy about it.

“It’s okay. Really. I actually love Frozen. I can understand if you want to go home, but don’t think you have to leave right away on my account,” Vic said.

“You sure? Your husband won’t mind?” Dave asked, looking at her from the side he was standing. It had been a long fucking day. Well, two days. The job should have been easy, but he should have known better. And of course, his nanny had to break her leg today. Not that he was mad. It had just been shit timing. But standing in his daughter's teacher's home, watching said teacher bend over to load the dishwasher, might be the peak of his day. It was a pretty little house she was living in and he made the mental note to find out more about her. And her husband. 

She was absolutely beautiful. Her dark hair in a loose braid over her left shoulder. She was wearing a soft white sweater dress that went just above her knees. She wasn’t wearing any makeup. He found himself asking how on earth he had never seen her before? Then again, he hadn’t been around to pick the girls up from school lately. 

The only thing that he didn’t like about Victoria Stone was the ring that marked her as clearly taken. Dave did like a challenge, but making his daughter’s teacher cheat on her husband wasn’t on his agenda. 

Yet.

“The girls left you one pancake.” 

“Really?” He asked, surprised sitting down at the table. She nodded with a small smile. 

“They also told me about you trying to make some last weekend. They really are not that hard to make.” She pushed the plate towards him. There was one pancake with a whipped cream smiley face on top of it, making him smile a little. 

“They decorated it,” she explained. He looked up, finding her green eyes already looking at him. Fuck he liked her. And he had only met her twenty minutes ago.

She felt the shift in the air as he looked at her. His eyes, fixating her like he had some kind of spell over her. She swallowed, feeling nervous.

“You mind if I grab some wine?” She whispered. He shook his head.

“Please. It’s your weekend too,” he whispered back.

“Okay, girls. The movie is over. You’ve been annoying your teacher for long enough today,” Dave called out. Alice and Molly ran over to him and into his arms and Vic’s heart just melted. This, this was what she wanted. A loving husband. Dave didn’t seem like he would blame her for not getting pregnant. Then again he probably wouldn’t have any problems getting her pregnant. 

Her eyes shifted over his broad back as he helped his daughters with their shoes. Fuck, she shouldn’t be looking at him like that.

God damn it you’re married, Vic.

“So even though I sound like a broken record, you saved my ass today.”

“DAD!” Alice shouted, making Dave wince.

“Swear jar. I know.” He groaned. Vic chuckled.

“Seems like we’re gonna see each other a lot more in the coming weeks,” Dave continued, as he stepped out of the house, Molly on his arm who fought against falling asleep. Alice was already climbing into the car.

“Huh?” Vic asked.

“With Sarah out, I have to pick the girls up.”

“Oh. Sure. Yeah. Well then, see you next week?” She asked.

“I look forward to it.” He winked at her before he turned and walked to his car. She looked after him, before she closed the door behind her, her back against it.

“You are in so much trouble, Vic,” she groaned to herself.

Vic wasn’t a newbie at covering up bruises. At the beginning of their marriage, she didn’t mind the hickey and bruises, mostly because they were somewhere where only she and Phil knew of their existence and they existed out of passionate moments in the first place. But looking at herself, the imprint of his hand on her upper arm clear as day from when he had dragged her to the bedroom last night, all she felt was shame. 

He had locked her into the bedroom. When she woke up the next morning, he was gone. Shaking her head, she tried to get rid of the thoughts when the bell rang and the children packed their stuff together.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Vic smiled. Alice grinned at her. It had now been almost two months since the day she took the York girls home. Their father, Dave, had been picking her up every single day since then. She found herself looking forward to seeing his face. The most disturbing thing for her was that she didn’t feel a single bit of guilt. Phil had been home less and less and she couldn’t even remember the last time he had looked at her the same way she saw Dave looking at her. She did notice the way he checked her out last week when she was wearing that summer dress she loved so much. Later that day, when she was home alone again because Phil was gone, it was Dave York’s hands she thought about as she touched herself.

David York didn’t seem like a man who smiled much, but every time she looked at him, his lips twitched into the ghost of a smile, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

“Penny for your thoughts, Miss Vicky,” he asked as he stepped into the classroom. Turning her head to look at him, she had to suppress the urge to bite her lip. He was wearing his dark suit pants, a crisp white dress shirt, the first three buttons undone. He looked good enough to eat.

“You don’t want to know what's going on up in there.” She pointed towards her head.

“Oh you’d be surprised.” he winked, and she blushed. When did she turn into a giggly school girl again?

“Ready for some Ice cream, Alice?” He asked and Alice nodded enthusiastically, making both Dave and Vic chuckle.

“You wanna join us?” Dave asked, his hand coming down on her upper arm and she flinched slightly. She didn’t think he noticed, but of course, he did.

“That’s nice, but no. My husband is supposed to be home tonight.” She said with a forced smile. She wanted to talk to him tonight. She couldn’t do this anymore. Not when she spent every living moment with another man on her mind.

“Well then. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Dave smiled. She only nodded, looking after them before she packed her stuff.

Dave was sitting at the ice cream place when he typed a message to one of his contacts, ordering a full background check on Victoria Stone’s husband. There was something off about the man, and the way she flinched away from him left questions he wanted answers for.

Phil didn’t come home that night. And frankly, Victoria was pissed. He didn’t call her back, and she’d come to a point where she didn’t care. That’s how she found herself in the late night at the gym on the treadmill, “Footloose” on her ears, powering herself out. The gym was relatively empty, only a few people were there. Who would want to go to a gym at 1 am anyway? She didn’t care who was watching as she began to dance along while trying not to trip on the treadmill. Out of breath, she grooved to the last notes of the song when she heard someone applauding behind her. 

Looking over her shoulder the inevitable happened and she did trip when she looked at Dave York behind her. Before she could fall, two strong arms wrapped around her, catching her, before her face met the ground. Looking up at him, his brows furrowed in concern, she was sure her heart stopped beating for a moment. He was just so close. All she had to do was lean in and her lips would be on his… Shaking her head to get rid of this though she let him help her up before she brought a little distance in between them. Trying to get fresh air into her lungs, his scent lingering in her nose like an aphrodisiac. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked, pulling her earbuds out, suddenly feeling too naked to be standing in front of him. She was wearing her workout clothes. Some very tight leggings and a blue sports bra. Dave didn’t hide the way his eyes lingered on her body.

“Working out? It’s the only gym that is open around the clock, and this is the only time someone can watch the girls at the moment.” He shrugged, his tongue daring out to wet his lips. His eyes lingered at her cleavage before he looked up into her eyes again. Victoria was glad that she did just work out, otherwise, he would have seen the blush on her cheeks. She tried her hardest to ignore the way his sweaty shirt was clinging to his chest.

“Didn’t take you for someone who likes to work out,” she teased, and this time she couldn’t hide herself biting her lip as she admired his strong arms.

“I hate it - but I have to.” he shrugged. “Need to work on my stamina.” Dave stepped closer, tilting her chin up, and there it was again, the feeling that the world around them stopped. He didn’t care for consequences as he looked down at her. She was smaller without her heels. And he wanted her.

“You wanna help me?” he looked down at her lips before his eyes flickered up to hers. She swallowed, her breath getting quicker. She couldn’t think when he was this close. But maybe it was time to not think for a moment. No matter the consequences. 

“Sure. How do you want me?” she whispered and he grinned, leaning down, his lips close to her ear.

“Wet and naked under the shower.”

The first time Dave kissed Vic would be burned into her memory. She imagined it to be hard and desperate but it was soft, his hands on the back of her neck as he brought her closer towards her. She gasped when her back met the cold shower wall, her hands wandering under Dave’s shirt, pushing it up until he took it off, letting it fall to the ground without a second thought.

Holding on to his back, as his lips wandered down her jaw, her neck, her throat she whimpered when she felt his hands cupping her boobs.

“Been dreaming about this for weeks…” he groaned, his fingers pulling down the elastic fabric of her sports bra. He kissed every part of skin that was revealed to him until his mouth closed around her nipple.

“Fuck…” Vic moaned, her hands in his hair. He blew on her hard nipple after sucking on it, making her shiver. She could probably come just from the way he was looking at her. Like she was the most precious thing in the world. Like he wanted to eat her alive. And she was ready to let him.

“Dave…” She whimpered and he came up to kiss her again. “I need you inside of me.” 

He smirked. 

“Take off your clothes.”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to her that Dave York was someone who went commando. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped his pants down and Vic was sure the temperature in the shower went up. 

Pushing her sports bra over her head, her pants and panties down her legs, she and David just gazed at each other before she turned around with a little shy smile, stepping into the warm stream of the shower. Letting the water run down her body, she felt more relaxed than she had in a long time. Dave drank her in, her body wet, her hair clinging to her back. It was at this moment, that he decided to never let her go again. Stepping closer, he kissed her shoulder, his arms wrapping around her stomach as his cock twitched in contact with her hot wet skin. And then he surprised her again by grabbing the shampoo and washing her hair.

In a way, this was even more intimate than what was bound to happen. His strong hands  massaged her head before he guided her slowly under the hot stream of water, to wash her hair out. It was like a dream.

“Think you can keep quiet?” He asked, kissing her neck.

“Why? Do you want to make me scream your name?” she challenged and she felt him grin against her skin, as one of his hands, dropped lower, two fingers circling her clit.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” he asked with a predatory grin. He pushed his hand in between her legs, finding her slick and warm. When he pressed his two fingers inside her, she knew that there was no way she would be able to keep quiet. Letting her head fall back against his chest, she closed her eyes. She only hoped that these showers would be unoccupied for a little while longer.

“Keep going....” she whispered. His other hand came up to massage one of her boobs while his finger kept slowly fucking her.

“You gonna come for me like that?” he asked, sucking on the skin behind her ear. He added a third finger, feeling her hips move to meet his fingers.

“Yes…” She whimpered. He pinched her nipple before he brought his hand up to turn her head to kiss her hard, swallowing her moan as her orgasm washed over her. 

Fuck that felt good. She couldn’t remember the last time she came so hard. Out of breath she smiled against his lips, turning in his arms, bringing his fingers that had just been inside her to her mouth to suck on his fingers.

“Fuck me…” Dave groaned and she grinned wickedly.

“What about you fuck me?” Vic hummed, her hand reaching for his thick cock in between their bodies, slowly rubbing his length as she smirked up at him. His eyes were as dark as night as he looked down at her. Something seemed to snap inside of him as he pushed her against the cold tiles, his mouth on her. 

He grabbed both of her hands, bringing them up above her body, keeping them pressed against the wall with one hand, while he pulled one of her legs up with his other hand, hooking it around his hips.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he whispered as he lined himself up and filled her with one thrust, making her cry out. He waited only a moment before he started to move. Thrusting deep, while his lips left bruises all over her neck. She didn’t care, she would wear those with pride. He let go of her wrists only to pick her up, her legs now crossed behind him, as his thrusts became harder. She held onto him, one of her hands on his shoulder, her other hand in his hair. 

“D...Dave…” She moaned, pulling at his hair hearing him groan. He twitched inside her, and she did it again.

“Keep doing that…” he mumbled against her skin before his lips closed around her nipple.

She pulled at his hair, her fingers digging into her shoulder, as she felt her second orgasm fastly approaching.

“I’m close…” she moaned and he snapped his hips faster.

“Then cum for me, sweetheart,” he moaned, close himself.

Vic was glad for his strong arms around her as she cried out in pleasure, her orgasm making her whole body shake.

“Fuck... you’re so fucking perfect…” Dave groaned, his thrusts getting sloppier before she felt him spill deep inside of her. His lips searched for hers, kissing her deeply, as he held onto her.

Trying to breathe, he leaned with his forehead against his.

She couldn’t name the expression on his face as he looked at her. It seemed like he was trying to analyze her.

“We’re doing this again,” he breathed before he kissed her.

[cursestothemoon]

Hey lovely! Is it ok if i ask for a blurb or hc (whatever suits you the best) with fred? Like after the war and everyone makes it (as well as freddie) and the people from the order and the weasleys (with their partners) have Sunday meetings at the burrow, like them having dinner and playing quidditch or outside having like a bonfire night and everyone tells stories 🥺

All Of Us

F.W. X READER

Warnings: mentions of war/battle, mentions of past injury , kind of sAD WOW I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT, mentions of people who had died, one curse word, mentions of being nauseous 

The wind swept through the tall blades of grass, each haulm moving balletically in the hills that rolled behind the warm, brown, slightly askew, home. During the months of war the Burrow had been a symbol of safety, for you, the Weasley children- old and young- and members of the order. 

The second Wizarding War was a dark time for most people, trust dissolved into code words and relentless questioning. Remus Lupin sat with a plate half full of pancakes absolutely bathing in sticky sweet syrup- breakfast had ended thirty minutes ago- as he tickled his son, bouncing the small boy on his knee. It seemed to have been a lifetime ago when he had begged Harry to let him join the hunt for horcrux, begged to free his wife and unborn child of his self. 

“Uncle Pads is here!”  The voice followed a familiar pop. 

Sirius Black waltzed through the room greeting everyone, his head of healthy hair-ever since the war was won Sirius seemed to glow- bounced around his face. A dark veil had followed Sirius around most of his life, growing up with the cruciatus curse as a guiding hand and the cracking of human bone morphing into that of a canine was a sound he knew would ring in his ears for lifetimes to come. 

You walked over to Sirius with a soft smile, “Hi, Sirius.”

The quiet buzz of the group had grown into a rowdy rumble of voices and laughs as Bill and Charlie Weasley joined in, coming from the backyard. You made your way to the bottom of the stairs, waiting to hear Fred start to descend the stairs. A stumble sounded from the top of the steps, followed by a few grunts as someone went down the stairs one step at a time. You moved to watch Fred slowly make his way down. 

Fred was laughing, eyes crinkled, an honest chuckle passing his lips made the crumbling of the wall behind him almost unnoticeable. What was noticeable was the weight of the rubble hitting him, it had knocked the air out of his lungs and he was sure that was it. He thought of you when it happened, he hadn’t told you, but he thought of you and he thought of never seeing you again. Fred decided he just couldn’t allow that. 

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, yours going around his waist, as you two walked into the kitchen. Fred now walked with a limp, the wall had caused him to lose feeling in a little less than half of his right leg and injured it beyond magical mending. His new gait was something he worked to get used to, the pain slowly but surely fading with each day. 

“Thanks, love.” He smirked, leaning down to give you a quick peck on the lips before walking over to his brothers. 

Your time to admire Fred was cut short as Ginny and Tonks apparated next to you, Ginny on your right and Tonks on your left. 

“I hope one day it won’t be so nauseating catching you eye fucking my brother like that.” Ginny said with her face screwing into one of disgust. 

You gave her shoulder a playful shove, “Shut it.”

Tonks laughed at the both of you before suggesting to get lunch ready, a tall feat when there were over ten people starting to get hungry. 

The day passed with the same lightness of the morning and noon, and more people made an appearance for the traditional Sunday at the Weasley’s. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Minerva Mcgonagall had even decided to attend dinner, showing up just as the sun started to set. 

McGonagall usually had to fight the urge to shed a few tears when she arrived to these dinners. Little Remus Lupin sat with his wife and son, a blinding, boyish, smile making the scars on his face disappear completely. Charming Sirius, who had suffered through so much, now holding a newborn baby-Bill’s first- with such gentility you could barely tell he only learned such care at age fifteen when James Potter took him into his home and held a crying boy with the same gentleness. Harry looking over his godfather’s shoulder was almost too much for poor Minerva to take in, he looked just like James. 

“Where do you think you’re going, poppet?” Fred asked as you removed yourself from his lap, stretching as you stood up.

The older woman watched with a smile as you pressed a loving kiss to your boyfriend’s forehead before walking into the kitchen, presumably to help Molly. She remembers when you two had gotten together, flamboyant as it was, who could forget it? It was your sixth year, and Fred had walked into the Transfiguration classroom with so much vigor he hadn’t seen you trying to leave. The force at which he knocked into you had knocked you to the ground and caused Minerva to let out a gasp. From that point on Fred had made sure to turn the charm up to one hundred and you two were dating in no time. 

Seeing the way Fred looked at you made Mcgonagall sure that she’d be receiving a wedding invitation soon. 

“Alright dinner’s ready! Bill! Charlie! Put that quaffle down and come help the others bring the second table out.” Molly called, her head sticking out from the kitchen window.

Bill and Charlie landed on the ground and tossed the quaffle they had been playing with onto the ground along with their brooms. The brothers jogged into the house, only to come out holding up the end of a table helping Sirius, Remus, and Ron. 

You helped set the table along with George and Ginny. The napkins were folded, utensils placed uniformly near each plate, and strings of lights strung up around the dining area- curtesy of you, George, and your wands. 

Everyone sat down to eat, Bill pulled out Fleur’s chair before sitting next to her and placing a hand on her growing bump- Molly cradling her first grandchild to her chest. Remus, Tonks, and Teddy sat next to each other, Remus helping cut up his sons food into manageable pieces as Tonk’s morphed her face into that of different animals to keep the toddler entertained. George sat on the right of Professor Mcgonagall and Sirius on her left, both talking their former head of house’s ear off- Angelina Johnson was a hot topic for George, she had noticed. Harry and Ginny sat at the end of the table, Ginny talking animatedly about something as Harry listened with a lovesick gaze. 

“Seems like I haven’t seen you for ages.” Fred smirked, sitting down in his usual chair- the one right next to yours. 

You turned to look at him with eyes that clearly had tiredness weighing them down, “I’m sorry, helping kept me busy, there are more people here today.”

Fred brought his hand to rest on your thigh, his thumb caressing the skin with a calming back and forth motion as his other hand cupped your jaw. He brought your face towards his, your lips met in a tender kiss before he pulled away not before giving your nose another soft kiss. 

“Tomorrow I’m keeping you all to myself.” He lowered his voice, hand gripping your thigh now. 

You rubbed your foot against his shin, “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Fred gave you a wink before turning to his food, you following suit, giggling into your mashed potatoes. 

Dinner progressed with stories shared and gentle smiles passed between the close knit group. Sirius talked theatrically, his hands flailing wildly as he told the story of the time the ‘Marauders’ had pranked the entire house of Salazar Slytherin with a rogue stag in the common room. 

“We barely got Prongs out of there in time, Filch was hot on our trail.” Sirius grinned along with a giggling Remus. 

Silence fell over the group as Sirius’ eyes started to water, Remus not far behind. Suddenly, heavy emotion had blanketed over everyone as they thought about everyone they had lost to get to where they were. You gripped Fred’s hand under the table, hoping to ground yourself for a moment. 

Sirius raised his glass of fire whiskey slowly, a tearfully smile painting itself onto his handsome features. 

“To us... all of us.”

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Grand Gestures

Request: A request for my love, George Weasley! Post-war (Fred is alive obvs) and all is good and well, and they've been ignoring their feelings for one another for so long and now, because George almost lost Fred and he's tired of ignoring how he feels so he shows up where she works, and just says he's in love with her and is fed up with waiting for them to pull their heads out of their asses! Extra fluff please?? You're the best Millie 💛💛💛 - @dreamer821

A/N: JJ! Thank you so much for requesting, and for trusting me with your idea! I truly hope I’ve done it justice! This is a load of fluff - just some good old fluff, because why shouldn't George get that? I’m also 12 followers away from 1000 followers!!!!! which is insane!!! I have a big celebration planned so let's get there! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of war and some swearing BUT THE FLUFF IS SO CUTE.

Word count: 2.2k

The Daily Prophet had a reputation within the wizarding world; it was known globally for its hard-hitting expos on the highest wizards in power across the globe. It had been particularly damning towards Albus Dumbledore upon his fall from grace with the rise of the Dark Lord yet backtracked on their view of the Headmaster upon his death.

You had started work at the publication six months after completing your eighth year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Second Wizarding War had disturbed your final year of education. But the defeat of the Dark Lord allowed you to go back to Hogwarts to receive your NEWTs.

The war had taken so much from you; you had lost friends and family members through the Battle of Hogwarts. Memories of the events were burned into your brain; they couldn’t be avoided in the late hours of the night when your tears would fall silently down your face.

However, whilst the war had taken so much from you, it had brought you closer to your oldest friend George Weasley.

Growing up in the next village from Ottery St. Catchpole, the Weasley family were the closest wizarding family to yours other than the Diggory’s. You spent most weekends at The Burrow being spoiled rotten by Molly Weasley. Your parents worked so often; they felt awful for leaving you so much but as you grew older, you reassured them that you really didn’t mind spending time with the Weasley family.

The more time you spent at The Burrow; the more attached you grew to the twins. Being the same age as them, you fell into an easy friendship with them – playing pranks on their elder brothers, practicing Quidditch in the meadow behind their home. The friendship with the twins was something you treasured, and it followed you to Hogwarts where you were sorted into the same house.

Fred and George shouted the loudest when the Sorting Hat cried out Gryffindor after being placed on your head. Your grin matched theirs when you sat down across from them at the table. Charlie patting your shoulder in celebration as you sat next to him.

Your time at Hogwarts was defined by three things; your academic skills, the rising tension about the rebirth of the Dark Lord, and your love for George Weasley.

You consistently came at the top of your class in every subject; spending hours in the library, working on essays and revising topics you could recite like the back of your hand. George lost count how many times he had dragged you out of the library after curfew; after you had promised him just one more hour of studying.

Falling in love with George Weasley was the next natural step in your relationship. Your heart started to race every time he smiled in your direction; feeling your face heat slightly at any attention he gave you. Your skin felt overheated each time he would grab your hand out of the blue; knocking the breath out of you when he did.

Every day you told yourself you’d tell him; you’d confess what you had felt for so long.

Then the war came.

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Upon seeing him alive, standing in the Great Hall, covered in dust but his eyes still the brown you had come to love, you had thrown yourself into his arms.

He met you halfway; his arms wrapping tightly around you as he kept you pressed against.

“I thought…” You trail off, tears falling down your face.

George hushes you, “Not in a million years, love.”

You sniffle, your hands patting him down, checking for injuries. “Love, I’m fine. Are you okay?”

You nod rapidly, “I’m okay, not hurt, I just have some cuts and bruises.”

Something in George’s chest relaxes at that; relief flows through his body when your confirm that you’re okay. Through the entire battle, his mind was occupied with you – panicking over where you were and what was happening. Dread pooled in his stomach at the thought of you hurt.

He didn’t want the day to end without him having the chance to tell you how he feels about you.

But when he saw you running through the Great Hall to get to him; he wanted to tell you – wanted to tell you everything, but his mouth couldn’t find the words. So he settles for burying his face in your hair, inhaling the scent he had come to associate with love.

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It had been a year since the war ended, since Voldemort’s defeat and yet you hadn’t taken the chance that had been offered so many times.

When you joined him on his walks; the sun shining, his eyes brighter than the week before. There was a chance then to tell him.

When you found him in the kitchen in the Burrow at midnight, making enough hot chocolate for two because he knew you’d join him. In the silence, there was a chance then.

The war had brought you closer together; you started staying at the Burrow more. Molly only too happy to let you stay if it meant that George was starting to sleep through the night without waking from the nightmares of Fred’s near death experience. It had truly scarred George; the moment when he found him unconscious had been the darkest minutes of his life – he felt he had no direction; as if the very reason for his being on earth had been taken away. It had taken time for George to feel like he could let Fred out of his sight.

Chance after chance had presented itself to you, but you wanted to be in a place where you worried about your own mental health as well as his.

The war had been devastating, and whilst it had brought the two of you closer together, it had destroyed part of you that needed time to heal.

You were happy to be his shoulder to cry on when his thoughts got to be too much. For now, you were content with the walks and the midnight hot chocolates.

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George had had enough. He couldn’t keep his feelings from you any longer; he was close to combusting from what he felt for you.

Groaning, he lets his head fall onto the kitchen table. Fred laughs at the sight, “Still pining are we, Georgie?”

“I just don’t know how to say it, Freddie.”

“How about something grand?”

“What do you mean?”

“Put on a show, George! We’re the Weasley twins, we’ve never done anything that wasn’t a spectacle.”

George lifts his head from the table, “You’re right but what should I do?”

A smirk breaks out across his twin’s face. Fred has had this planned since he realised the romantic feelings between the two of you and the absolute obliviousness of the both of you.

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George fixes his patterned tie in a shop window across the road from the offices. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead but it soon flops back over. He let it grow out after the war and hadn’t had the time to get it cut since. He takes a deep breath, smiling at himself in the window. He can do this, he tells himself.

The doors to the Daily Prophet are never closed; instead, running on revolving doors that journalists and photographers constantly run in and out of. George wonders mindlessly whether any of them get dizzy from running in and out all day, chasing leads and capturing photos.

He shrugs to himself, stepping into the road. His heart is in his mouth with every step he takes towards the doors. His hands shake slightly as he enters the seemingly plain office building, but his breath is always taken away by the ornateness of it once entered. It’s disguised as a simple red brick building for muggles, to keep them off the scent of witches and wizards, but entering the foyer to the building, George wonders if he’ll ever enter a place as grandly decorated.

As he stands in the lift, giving the number of your floor to the lift operator, his voice breaks. He blushes at the sound of it before repeating himself, clearing his throat first.

The lift goes too fast for his liking; the butterflies in his stomach turning into a full blown riot when the doors open to the familiar floor. He had brought you lunch here a thousand times, if not more. Eating at your desk as you worked on another story and George occupied himself by watching you work.

Thinking back on it, George wonders if you’ve realised that he’s in love with you and you haven’t said anything as to not let him down.

He shakes his head clear of that thought, getting off the elevator. He won’t talk himself out of this; not now, not when he has come this close and listened to Fred’s every word.

Your desk is situated to the back of the room; next to the large window that covers the expanse of the wall. It provides a beautiful view of muggle London, but George would argue that the most beautiful view in all of London is you. You’ve pushed your hair back from your face as you shuffle papers on your desk; you huff as a piece of hair falls into your eyes. You’ve rolled the sleeves of your blouse up, exposing the tattoo on your right forearm that you got in memoriam for the family you had lost in the war. It was one of George’s favourite things about you; you were happy to move on, to start living your life again, but you would not forget.

A large smile breaks over your face at the sight of George in your office. He visited so often but you were never bothered by the man you had fallen in love with as a teenager.

“George,” You call, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

He waves his hand in a nonchalant manner, “Oh… nothing, I was just in the neighbourhood.”

You glare playfully at the red-headed man, “I don’t believe you for one second, Weasley.”

George gasps, placing a hand on his heart, “You hurt me, (Y/N).”

“Oh hush,” You grin, “How can I help you today, George?”

George takes a deep breath, preparing himself, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“I’m all ears. Anything for you, Georgie.”

He smiles at you softly; overcome with what he feels for you. He’s never loved anyone like this; he’s had crushes in the past but that’s all they were – simple, childish crushes. But this; this is it for him. You’re it for him; if he could propose marriage to you here and now, he would because he knows with every single fibre of his being that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

George swings himself up onto the desk in front of yours; he pauses for a second to see if the desk will take his weight. He smiles satisfied when the desk doesn’t collapse under him – that would definitely ruin his plans for what he has to say.

“What are you doing?” You shout, your hands reaching to pull him down.

George bends at the knee, lowering himself to be closer to your level, “I’m making a grand gesture, love.”

You frown up at him, taking a step closer in case he falls, “You’re what?”

“I’m making a grand gesture, are you ready?”

You look at him with a puzzled expression on your face, but curiosity burns through you. “As I’ll ever be. Show me your grand gesture, George.”

George stands to his full height, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes a deep breath.

Now or never.

“I love you!” George shouts, arms spread as wide as his smiles as he balances precariously on your neighbour’s desk.

You hold a piece of paper to your face to hide the large grin growing across your face at the sight of the man you had loved since you were a teenager declare his feelings for you in such a grand gesture.

Your shoulders shake from the effort of keeping your laughter repressed. This had Fred written all over it, but you knew that George would happily go along with it. It had the Weasley twins written all over it even if it wasn’t one of them declaring their love for you.

“What do you say, love? Do you love me back?” He asks, eyebrows raised, waiting for your answer.

You stay silent for a minute; making him wait. Eileen at the desk to the left of yours throws a ball of paper at your head, “Honey, if you don’t tell him you love him, I will.”

You start to laugh, “Yes, Georgie. I love you too.”

Relief washes over him; making his legs feel like jelly as he jumps down from the desk. The smile doesn’t leave his face once – not as he pulls you in, not as he tilts your face, and not as he finally, after so so long, presses his lips to yours.

“I’ve waited so long to tell you and so long to kiss you,” George whispers when he pulls away.

“I think I’ve waited just as long as you have,” You quip.

“Grand gestures, aye?”

You laugh, kissing him again. It’s a while before you reply, but when you do you’re whispering, “Thank Merlin for grand gestures.”

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! Reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: The reader has left the burrow trying to hide from Molly’s harsh comments. Bill’s mom doesn’t want his son near you cause she thinks you’ll hurt him judging you for your family reputation. Arthur thinks differenly so he’ll try to make amends between you two

Word count: 3.4 k. Too long I’M SORRY

Warnings: none

English not my mother language so pleeeeese tell me if something’s wrong

A/N: Hey! Another chapter for you’all. Thanks for keep reading this. The next part will be updated soon and yeah, hope you like it! If you want to be tagged just tell me and i’ll do so :D

Chapter 3: Expectations

It was bitterly cold outside the burrow, and you wondered if winter had come early. Your icy hands clenched your sides, refusing to go back inside even if your knuckles burned and your bare feet began to crack from the hardness of the grass on your soles.

You walked on the grass feeling the dew wetting your fingertips. On the other side of the garden the gnomes were burying one of Molly's ornaments with what, you guessed, the woman would be very angry when she found out, but no more than she already was. Molly's words were harsh. Even if her intention was not to make you feel bad, she had managed to put a huge weight on your stomach after the fight.

You didn't blame her, it was almost certain that Molly would react that way, however, you hoped that within her there was a bit of empathy for the situation you were experiencing with your family. It wasn’t easy for anyone to go through a war that could have been avoided in one way or another, however, for the Grants it was an even more difficult challenge knowing that the trigger for such a war was grandpa Tim Grant's half brother.

You walked around the house, crossing the barnyard, watching the chickens peck at a rubber boot on a very rusty cauldron. The cornfield grasses moved with the wind at the same rate. From right to left, right to left, right to left and then they changed the rhythm from left to right, left to right, left to right ...

The barn was just behind the thick grass rising into an old stone sty, which had several crooked stories attached to it. Four or five chimneys dotted the roof of the cellar, and most likely the entire building was held up by magic due to its crazy bolt-on construction. You took a look back at the main entrance of the house where you could hear the voices of Bill's brothers next to Molly's, deciding to get away from the Weasleys before starting a new fight.

You crossed the cornfield finding a pond full of frogs that you dodged with a little scream and a ballerina jump. Then you came across an old broom shed that was half stowed and a pervasive smell. You headed there, thinking of helping out with the cleaning and wasting some time in the process until William came home from the ministry in the early afternoon.

The brooms were on top of each other in a corner of the shed where the garden gnomes used them to play with each other. One of the gnomes had gotten a match with which he had managed to light a couple of strands of the broom of one of the twins -You knew it because each of the brooms had the initials of Molly's children painted on the base. That one had a huge G in the center - which soon expanded into the rest of the broom's dark fibers. You immediately turned it off earning yourself a tiny kick from the gnome.

The smoke from the fire mixed with dust, and the foul smell of expired wax made your eyes water . You wondered vaguely when was the last time that place had been cleaned up, however, the density of the raised dust and the rottenness of the broom wax on the floor told you about the nonexistence maintenance of the shed. The orchard was contained within a paddock, so you assumed there would be no problem cleaning it up later.

You collected each thing by hand placing them where you thought they should go. You finished cleaning the shed earlier than expected, securing the door when exiting to prevent the gnomes from entering and destroying everything again.

You continued your way in a straight line until you reached the barn where a thick layer of dust hid the doorknob. You opened the warehouse with your wand finding the worst scenario ever imagined. The walls were hidden in ghastly cobwebs, the shelves were clothed in huge mountains of dust, and Muggle stuff were strewn everywhere. Mr. Weasley's old Ford Anglia was on the left side of the barn,  storing certain flying objects that you couldn't recognize from the cloud of dust that rose and entered to your eyes.

Well, that seemed like an even bigger challenge than the shed on the other side of the garden. You started by washing the car using your wand to launch several aguamentis causing a waterfall of mud falling from the roof to the fender. Then the car doors flapped open like a pair of wings, letting out the flying objects. You raised your wand by closing the barn door blockig them the exit and initiating a chase that lasted a couple of hours to catch each object, throw it inside the Ford Anglia and finish polishing the hood before the flying, spoiled car got upset.

You forgot the last time you helped your household servants clean a simple fireplace ornament. Years before, when you were little and your brothers liked to spend time together, you helped the butler to clean some objects in the house because it was more fun when you formed competitions between you, Anthon and Margaret to know which of you cleaned the house ¿faster . You had fun and old Alfred got less tired. But that was a long time ago and in the present you didn’t remember what was the proper order of cleaning.

You were lugging box after box for several hours getting a terrible allergy in the process. The last box was made of recyclable paper where you put Mr. Weasley's old newspapers and Molly's worn recipes. You carried them to the fourth shelf from the right, previously cleaned, raising it with both hands. A speck of dust flew across the room, stopping on your nose causing you to sneeze so hard you fell backwards with the box on your face. The papers flew around the corners causing a disaster worse than the initial one.

“Shit”

You stayed lying on the floor taking the box off your face staring at the ceiling. Undoubtedly that would be a difficult life without anyone to help you doing the things more than yourself, however you were willing to try ‘cause you didn’t want to return home where things were simple but with a high cost. You weren't sure you wanted to trade your freedom for a few extra comforts. You let out a sigh ready to stand up when a singular sheet of a recent newspaper flew towards you, stopping on your chest. You caught a glimpse of a fairly familiar photograph in the ink, so you took the paper and read:

"Dark Mark sparks panic." Muggle family murdered.  Death Eaters numbers grow”  Your hands trembled over the paper, caressing each of the words, reading them over and over again. The weight on your stomach grew and grew, as if it were suddenly going to explode. A huge picture of uncle Tom stood in the middle, with that toothless grin and throbbing nostrils “Merlin’s beard”

Your fingers tingled, and you couldn't help but run your touch over your uncle's face trying to think how he got to that point. Grandpa Tim never talked so much about his half brother and you never had the courage to ask him even if the curiosity was eating your insides. There were few times where Tom Riddle's presence was in the family conversations and if that happened, then your father changed the topic from one second to another. It was annoying living in the shadows, but it was even more to be tied to a cause that no one sympathized with, not even his own brother. But Tim Grant was reserved, perhaps too reserved. Maybe that was the reason why he allowed the actions of his little brother to escalate to those levels and allowed too that his only son had choose the wrong side. However, you didn’t understand - or support - Voldemort's ambitions, neither did your grandpa and that cost you to be rejected by the rest of your family.

Your eyes watered and you didn't know if it was because of guilt or if the damn dirt had entered your eyelids. You looked at the ceiling in the haze. You searched your mind and realized that the situation affected you too much. You weren't welcome with the Weasleys, nor with the Grants. You felt desolate, as if the barn walls were closing in on you.

Molly's reaction was valid, you repeated yourself as many times as you could, because anyone who had lost a large part of it’s family to a member of another's would have done the same thing or something so much worse. You shook your head, once again feeling the rejection you were used to.

The barn door opened suddenly, letting in a gust of wind hitting your body directly on the ground. Your skin prickled from the cold causing the newcomer to laugh.

You looked up to find yourself face to face with the distorted figure of Arthur Weasley who was holding a couple of drinks along with a weird smile that made you laugh. The man sat on the floor next to you leaving the glass next to your face.

"I'm sorry I scared you. it’s freezing cold out there and in my defense, nobody comes to this place”

“It’s okay, I wasn't expecting visitors”

"Fine, then" Arthur took a sip of his drink licking his chapped lips, but still showing you that smile so much like Bill's. You folded the newspaper on your lap, nervous. "So ... what are you doing lying in my barn?"

"I ... I was trying to clean this place up”

"Is that so? ‘cuz It seemed like you were about to take a nap."

“Yeah, i had a little mishap here”

"I see, do you want to get up?"

"Yes, thank you." Arthur held out his hand, slowly pulling you up to leave you sitting in front of him. He offered you the drink and you clinked glasses before drinking. It was hot chocolate, you guessed, made by Molly. Your stomach churned.

Mr. Weasley glanced around the barn, surprised to see more than half perfectly arranged

“This place hasn't been so clean since Bill was born”

“Sorry?

"No, no, it's okay," he mentioned, waving to play it off, "Molly had been asking me for a long time to do it, so I think you just made my job easier."

"It's nothing, Mr. Weasley

"Did you see something you liked?"

"Uh, yeah," you answered wiping your lips. "Ignoring the fact that your car almost killed me, I noticed that you have a lot of muggle stuff."

“Ah, yes. They are fascinating, don't you think?”

"Certainly, but I also realized that most of them are useless, why do you still have them here?"

"I like to collect them," he replied, taking another sip of his drink. You mimicked his action “to be honest, I don't even have a clue how these things works, but I suppose I'll find out in time. Muggle devices are not as advanced as ours, much less functional, however, I find them entertaining and special somehow, did you know that they use a subway to transport themselves underground? And they must leave coins in a machine so that they give them a little ticket. A ticket! The first time I used one I was deadly excited!

You smiled, imagining how it would to see Mr. Weasley that happy

"I could help you understand how they work." You winced when Arthur looked at you with wide eyes. "My ... my grandfather lived with Muggles for a while and knows a lot about this artifacts. Several times he spoke of his usefulness to my brothers and me”

“Fantastic!” He replied cheerfully. You smiled “It's wonderful (Y/N), thank you”

“No problem”

Then a silence settled between you, being cut off only by the babble of the gnomes outside the barn kicking the timbers trying to get inside. Arthur cleared his throat as he ran his little blue eyes over each of the walls of his newly renovated barn. He smiled again placing one of his hands on your shoulder

"I found out what happened with Molly in the morning," he mentioned. You nodded “My children told me what you said to each other and ...”

"I'm sorry I spoke badly to your wife, Mr. Weasley" you interrupted, sipping your glass all at once, leaving it on the floor. "I know after this I'll have to talk to William and find another place to stay."

“She is not like that. She rarely has such behavior with the people and I can only think that my Molly has a lot of mixed feelings. The war has us all nervous and the fact that the memories of the past have arisen again ... they make her have reactions that are not very usual in Molly.”

"I'm not blaming her. I think she's right”

“Why?”

"What I did to my family ... running away, betray them..." You started playing with your fingers on your lap, embarrassed. "It's not something a trustworthy person would do."

“What are you talking about?”

“For the Grants, it’s very important to support the family in their endeavors without stopping to think if that could be harmful to the others. With uncle Tom becoming the most dangerous dark wizard of all times ... people would think that his relatives would follow his steps and they did “Mr. Weasley listened attentively, ignoring the screams of his wife announcing that the food was ready “At least most of them. Now all of us are tied to the He-who-must-not-be-named, whether we want it or not. It ruined our lives and I couldn't stay in that place forever

"Why aren't you on his side?"

"Because I can't see my brothers make a wrong decision" You crumpled the newspaper with your hands looking at how the pic of Lord Voldemort turned into a streaked stain "I have my own convictions, even if you don’t believe so”

"I don't believe anything of you, (Y/N)" Arthur's voice turned stoic as he stared at you harshly. "Neither the good nor the bad. I am a believer that you should judge someone by what demonstrates, not by what it’s said about them. Right now you aren’t showing me anything but that there is something in your family that you don’t like and that the dirt in my barn is intolerable to you”

You smiled

"We're all here waiting to see what are you capable of. Good or bad, you get to decide who (Y/N) Grant is from now on. Starting over. Forget that the Grants' actions make you worthy of the consequences”

Warmth attacked your chest. It was comforting to feel for the first time the acceptance of someone who wasn't doing it out of mere compassion or that it was Bill. That Arthur gave you the benefit of the doubt encouraged you to continue as before: trying, trying, trying.

"I think his wife doesn't think the same."

Arthur Weasley patted your shoulder.

"I'll talk to her, she'll understand. Meanwhile let's go home, it's time for lunch”

"Did Bill come back?"

"Yes, my son and I came back from the ministry a while ago.He wanted to find you, but I asked him to let me do it. You know, because sometimes it's good to have the daughters-in-law on your side”

Your cheeks heated up and then the rest of your face turned completely red. Arthur studied your reaction, smiling as he realized you were just a kid looking for approval. He patted your shoulder again, inviting you to leave the rest of the mess and accompany him to the burrow.

"These aren’t a good times to trust the Daily Prophet," Arthur mentioned, noticing the crumpled newspaper in your hands. You skipped the pond and skirted the cornfield until you reached the garden entrance where Bill's brothers and Bill himself had set up a long table near Molly's apple tree where they planned to spend the afternoon. One of the twins raised his wand putting the cuterly across the table, one set for each of the family members. You wondered if there would be a place for you at the table “Honestly, these are not good times to trust anything or anyone, so if you accept my advice, don't worry too much about reading the newspapers, they will leave you more questions than answers, Hey, you will break that!

Arthur scolded his twins when they fiddled with forks in a battle to find out which of them would wash the dishes after eating. Arthur ran towards them while Bill approached you greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. He frowned, watching you closely and then removed his coat, draping it over your shoulders.

"What the hell were you doing outside without a sweater?" It's freezing!”

"You worry way too much," you told him, pressing the faux fur against your shivering body. The truth was that, after the exchange of words with Bill's mother, you didn’t have the time to get a sweater before leaving and of course your wounded pride wouldn’t let you get dressed again before going to hide in the barn. Bill clicked his tongue rubbing your arms. "I'm fine, I just lost track of the time cleaning your father's barn and I didn't feel the cold until now”

"You're bad at lying, did you know that?"

"You should stop asking so many questions." You smiled at the grimace on the older Weasley's face. "Nothing happened."

"That's not what the twins told me," he suddenly mentioned. You felt the tension in Bill's body when Molly passed by him giving you a dangerous look, however you decided to ignore it for the good of both of you “ What my mom said ...”

"It’s okay, it doesn't matter I discussed it with your father and we worked it out”

“Are you sure?” You nodded “I hope so. Not because she’s my mother I will let her offend you in any way”

Your smile widened. You couldn't possibly love that man more than you already did. You approached his body, throwing your arms around Bill's neck, having to stand on your tiptoes to reach only to kiss his chin. He lowered his head, managing to bring his lips together.

“Help your brothers set the table, I'll go take a bath”

"Don't you prefer i help you instead?" You laughed

"I can do it by myself, thanks”

"Hmm ... you sure?”

"William ...”

"Okay, okay, okay," he urged you leaving a couple of kisses on the corner of your lips. "Don't be gone too long. i’ll miss you, love."

“I will not. Wait for me just here, yeah?”

You went upstairs to the room you shared with Bill and jumped into the shower enjoying the warmth of the water above your head. You leaned against the tiles thinking that your first day in the burrow had turned out very bad, but better than you had thought. Even if Molly didn't believe your words, you would do your best to fullfil the expectations of the others members of the Order. You would be loyal to them, to the Aurors, and you would fight whoever you had to to prove that your actions were worth more than the rumors surrounding the Grants did.

You were going to prove how wrong they were with you and, incidentally, you would forge a reputation of your own, one of which you would proud of

Tag:

@purple-vodka-99​

[coconutstars]

Right people at the wrong time p.IV

Part I | Part II | Part III 

Pairing: Stiles + reader   Prompt: Perhaps, we were the right people at the wrong time Summary: Reader and Stiles finally get to talk things out and figure out if they are, finally, the right people at the right time (of course they are, I’m not cruel) A/N: HELLO, HOLA, BONJOUR. This is it. This is the thrilling conclusion. It’s long, it’s cute and every chic-lit lovers dream. Fair warning, it’s not proofed at all so be ready for some mess- ups here and there. I did my best. Hope y’all aren’t too disappointed! Thank you for all the kind comments on the other parts, they’ve warmed my heart so much. Anywho, enjoy my lovely friends.  ♡

[ :: ]

“So… are we just not going to talk about you and Stiles?” Kira was laying on your bed, flat on her stomach, supporting herself on her elbows. Her eyes were practically twinkling with curiosity. It was the end of your first week and the two of you were cooped up in your room, eating chips straight out of the bag with a sappy soundtrack playing in the background. With a sigh, you lifted your gaze from the toenail you were painting. You could tell the curiosity as to why Stiles and you had been avoiding each other like the plague was eating Kira alive.

“It’s…” you began, searching for the right words to describe the situation. You really wanted to tell Kira about Stiles but where would you even begin? It wasn’t as simple as just ‘we had a fight two years ago’. There was so much more to it. Explaining it all would take time, and a lot of energy. It would mean having to tap into old feelings, insecurities and heartaches and you just weren’t sure you could deal with that right now. “Complicated?” Kira asked, interrupting your train of thought. Your lips curved into a soft smile. “Something like that”   Kira let out a breath and rolled over on her back. “Yeah, I’d know a thing or two about that” “Oh?” you questioned, pulling your knees up to your chest. “It’s Scott” she exhaled loudly. “I don’t really know where we stand” You nodded thoughtfully. You’d sensed that there was something between Kira and Scott. They’d get… mushy when they were around each other. Kira would get all flushed and Scott’s gaze would always linger just a little too long in her direction. “I mean not that we’re…we’re not dating or anything, or I mean, I don’t know if we are… it’s all confusing and when we’re talking” Kira stammered. “Hey” you interrupted calmly “Don’t worry, I get it” Kira let out a breath of relief and rolled over on her stomach again. Her eyes met yours and she curved her lips into at silent conclusion. “Complicated” You nodded in conformation, your smile mimicking hers. “Complicated” [ :: ]

“Uh… Apparently there’s a party going on” Kira exclaimed in the middle of the romcom you were watching. She angled her phone towards you so you could read the words on the illuminated screen.

From: Scott Received 9.42 pm. Hey I know it’s late but there’s a party at Danny’s. You coming?

You lifted you gaze to meet Kira’s. “You wanna…go?” she questioned slowly, biting down on her lip. You knew she wanted to; her body language practically scream it. You suspected it had something to do with the opportunity to be close to Scott. “Uh...” you made an indifferent gesture with your hand. “yeah sure” you said with a pressed smile. Truth was you’d rather stay home. You wouldn’t really know anyone at the party except for Kira and you really didn’t want to be third wheeling it with her and Scott, especially if they were trying to figure out their “are we or aren’t we” situation. So while they did that, you’d probably end up squeezed in on a couch between some passed out kid and a couple making out. Great. Kira must have sensed your unwillingness because she suddenly got up on her knees. “I mean-“ her voice was anxious “we don’t have to! Seriously! I love what we’re doing…” she stressed. You felt bad. If Kira had the chance to… evolve or clarify her feelings for Scott, you didn’t want to be the one to stand in her way. “Kira” you began with a calm smile. “It’s fine, I want to go” Her entire face lit up in a smile. “Really!? Cool” she jumped off the bed and started pacing like she didn’t know where to start or what to do. “Wait” she suddenly said, her smile fading. “I don’t really…”. She looked down at her leggings and zipped hoodie. “Don’t worry” you grinned “I got you”

[ :: ]

Stiles POV

It was crazy how often he thought of her. He wanted to reach out but didn’t know how. It wasn’t as simple as just walking up to her and going ‘hey sorry for being a dick two years ago’. He needed to show her he meant it but how was he supposed to do that when he could barely even look at her without the guilt taking over. Hell, just being near her fucked him up. His hands would get sweaty, his pulse would rise, and his ability to get out a coherent sentence would momentarily non-exist.

Once again, Stiles eyes searched the crowded room hoping to catch even a glimpse of Y/N, but she was nowhere to be seen. All he could see was a bunch of kids playing beer bong over a trashed kitchen table, a guy from the team puking in a corner while his friend filmed it with their phones and a girl from English making out with a guy who wasn’t her boyfriend.

“She left ten minutes ago” a familiar voice declared. Scott appeared beside him, red solo cup in hand. Stiles considered playing dumb but knew there was no point. Scott was his best friend and brother; he didn’t have to be inside his head to know what he was thinking. Besides, he’d been picking up on his emotions all week. “I’m not sure she wants to talk to me” Stiles answered truthfully “Wouldn’t be so sure of it, man” Stiles let out a deep sigh. “I wouldn’t even know what to say” Scott curved his lips into a crooked grin.

“Then figure it out”

[ .. ]

Y/N POV You’d convinced Kira to stay at the party. Not that it took a lot of effort. Scott and her had been talking non-stop ever since the two of you walked through the door. You on the other hand had been hit on by some drunk guy in a Hawaii shirt, offered molly from a girl who looked like she went to Sunday school and had your favorite top ruined by a freshman with shaky hands. He’d apologized and offered to have it dry-cleaned but everyone knew beer stains were textile hell, even for professionals.

Slipping into a pair of printed sweat shorts and a hoodie, you tied your hair into a messy bun and made your way to the kitchen. You hadn’t eaten anything besides the bag of chips you’d shared with Kira. You’d planned on ordering pizza but got to busy getting ready for the party.

Raiding through the fridge you realized pretty quickly your parents hadn’t stocked the fridge before leaving for their “healing retreat” this weekend. It was some stupid trip their therapist had advised them to take every month to “heal the hole” in their marriage.

Closing the fridge, you grabbed a box of cereal with way too much sugar and made your way over to the couch. Taking a few seconds to flip through the different titles on Netflix, you ultimately settled on some new original series and watched passively while digging your hand into the box.

Getting back up, you were just about to grab something to drink when there was a knock on the door.

Shit.

Shit

Shit.

What the hell was Stiles doing here?

Full of panic, you stood in the hallway like a moron, chewing the mouth full of sugary flakes you’d stuffed your face with only seconds earlier. Why. WHY did he have to show up the one night you’d chosen to wear the shorts with fricken mermaids and seashells on them!? For a moment you considered pretending not to be home but realized pretty quickly that you couldn’t. The lights were on and your car was in the driveway. Besides, a part of you was kind of curious as to why he was at you house 11 p.m. on a Friday night when there was a party going on. 

Running your hand over your mouth, you sure to get rid of any crumbs or powdered sugar before opening the door.

“Y/N!” Stiles exclaimed, almost surprised. He’d been running a hand anxiously through his hair but moved it towards you when you appeared in the doorway. “You’re…You’re here” You furrowed your brow; you were determined to act cool even though there was a storm of emotions raging inside you. “Yeah… I kind of live here” you said, going to fold your arms over your chest only to realize you were still holding the cereal box in your hand. Sigh. For once. Could someone give you a goddamn break

Stiles shifted his gaze and started flexing and unflexing his hands. “yeah, no, course” he cleared his throat. There was a moment of silence between you.

“so, you’re uh… probably wondering why I am here” Stiles said with a nervous chuckle. You nodded slightly; lips pressed together. You still couldn’t hold his gaze for more than a few seconds.

Stiles cleared his throat again. Seems his plan of action only stretched as far as showing up at your house. “Yeah, so I came to say that…are you… eating that out of the box?” Stiles asked, nodding towards the cereal. “Yeah, so?” you asked defensively. “It’s dry” “I happen to not like milk” Stiles furrowed his brow. “What? You used to love milk? You literally drank like half a gallon when Melissa baked those fudge cookies for Scotts twelfth birthday” You remembered that party. You and Stiles were the only ones that came.

“Please, it was hardly half a gallon and I only drank it” you began, suddenly lowering your tone to a whisper “because those cookies were dry” You were acting as if Melissa was around the corner at risk of hearing you bash her baking skills.

“They were well-baked” Stiles whispered back. “More like burnt. They were literally black Stiles” For a moment it was like the two of you were kids again, sitting in Stiles room, discussing which superhero was the strongest. Stiles eyes searched yours and for the first time since seeing each other again, none of you looked away. “I’m sorry” Stiles mumbled softly. It was strange, and insanely cliché, but something inside you seemed to happen when he uttered those words. You wouldn’t call it heal but it was definitely along those lines.

“For what?”

The muscles in Stile’s jaw flexed. “everything” You looked down for a moment. Stile’s voice was low, and you could tell by his tone that he was being genuine. “I didn’t mean it” he continued. “I was mad, and…” he threw up a hand before letting it fall again “I snapped. I shouldn’t have but I did. But none of it meant anything”. “It’s fine, I get it. I shouldn’t have said those things about Lydia..especially since the two of actually....” For a moment it looked like Stiles had absolutely no idea what you were talking about. “Oh” he said as the realization hit. “Oh no, no me and Lydia aren’t... we’re friends. No, you were right about us” He paused for a moment. “My feelings, what I felt for Lydia...It wasn’t-” he searched for the right words. “Real. I made this, I had this idea of who she, of who I...” he shook his head. “anyway it doesn’t matter. What does though is that I never should have said the things I did. I ruined everything and...” He looked at you with such an intensity you wanted to look away but forced yourself not to. 

“I’m sorry” You leaned your body against the doorframe. You hadn’t realized how much you’d craved an apology until you got one. Suddenly it was like your hurt and anger didn’t matter as much as it used to. Perhaps it was the raging crush or mere wishful thinking, but you believed him. Believed him when he said he hadn’t mean it. A part of you must have always known, or at least hoped, that your friendship had been to real to not have meant something to him.

Your tone was low and soft. “It’s okay”

Stiles shook his head. “No, it’s not. But I’m going to make it up to you. I’ll do...”

You had a feeling the sentence was going to end with something along the lines of ‘I’ll do anything to fix our friendship’ or something equally as cheesy and you had to stop him. Not because it would be awkward as hell but because he needed to know you still had a crush on him and that being friends probably wasn’t the right way to go. You wish you could handle a friendship, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t be around with him without being with him. Your heart ached for him and knowing he didn’t want you in the same way you wanted him made it impossible to be near him. 

“Stiles…” you began, creasing your forehead. “I don’t think we can be friends” Your words clearly took him by surprise. “What? Why? Is it because?... I mean is it because of what I said? I swear, I really didn’t…” “It’s because I’m still love with you” you blurted. There was a moment of instant regret and you could feel every fiber of your body wanting to slam the door in his face, dive into bed and hide under the covers for the next few years.

Stiles stood there looking at you for what felt like hours. You sucked in a breath, feeling the panic in your chest “So… yeah that’s why and…”. Warm hands found their way to your cheeks and before you had a chance to finish your sentence, Stiles had pulled you in and pressed his lips to yours. It took a few seconds but when you were finally able to wrap your head around what was happening, a rush of ecstasy ran through you and you eagerly kissed him back. 

“Stiles” you whispered after a while. You didn’t want to end the kiss but knew you had to. Stiles, however seemed to have other plans and started trailing his lips down your jaw down to your neck. 

“Stiles, I’m literally standing on my front porch, dressed in mermaid shorts, holding a box of Frosties”

With a laugh Stiles pulled back. “Yeah, I meant to comment on those mermaids” he said. Rolling your eyes, you turned around to walk back into the house.   Stiles arms instantly found their way to your waist and he pressed you to him as he walked behind you. “What? I was going to say there are very fashional” “It’s fashionable, and I know” you said, not being able to hold back your smile. It was insane.

Seems like the two of you were finally the right people at the right time. 

Taglist: @loulouloueh

[cryingoverafictionalcharacter]

Terrible Dancers

Prompt: You are spending the holidays at the burrow with George, Fred, Ginny and the golden trio. The house is packed most of the time, which is fine seeing you love everyone there *cough* especially Fred *cough* but when you get a chance of having some guaranteed alone time, you take it to your advantage. Only realizing you weren't totally alone when Fred comes downstairs to see you dancing around the living room in your pajamas, leading to a dance battle, laughing, and a confession.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, cute things, that's it I thing?

A/N:Is this probably the lamest, most corny, most bazar fic I’ve ever written? Yes, but this idea came to me when I was listening to ABBA in the car and I couldn’t not write it, So there will be 80s muggle music references in this to give you the full ⭐experience ⭐ . Anyway I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to leave any fic recs. 

A/N2: I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS AND OMG PLEASE PLAY THE SONG I’LL WRITE IN WHEN JUST OMG IM CRYING.

You were currently sat on on of the couches in the burrow, your legs kicked up in front of you as you read a book. It was one of the few times you were able to find some quiet in the burrow. You loved the burrow, you thought of it as your second home, but with Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and yourself all staying for the Holidays, you had to admit it was a bit crowded.

However, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had least earlier in the day, saying they were running errands, which was probably code for doing something illegal, but you knew they were fine so you took the opportunity to finally catch up on a book Hermione had recommended to you. 

After about an hour of reading, Molly walked in, greeting you with a smile that lit up the room. You smiled back, marking your place in your book and putting it down beside you.

“Hello dear, the boys and I were going to head off and do some last minute holiday shopping, would you like to join us?” She asked.

“I’ve gotten all my shopping done, so I think I’ll just stay in today if that alright?” You asked.

“Of course! Though you will be here alone, you know where everything is if you need something?” Molly asked, concern in her voice. You nodded.

“Yes, thank you” You smiled.

“Alright, we’ll be back by sundown, try to enjoy the peace and quiet” Molly joked, making you laugh.

“I will, have fun!” You said, watching as Molly left the room headed towards the fireplace, before opening your book again to continue reading.

It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before you started feeling antsy. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The burrow was known for always being active and full of laughing, happy people, so now that the only sound in the whole house was the steady ticking of the clock, you had to admit, it was a little freaky being the only one here.

You quickly closed your book, and idea popping into your head. You decided to bring your Walkman when you left to go to the burrow just in case you ever needed to block out the noise. You hadn’t used it at all so far, and now seemed like the perfect time.

You ran upstairs into the room you were sharing with Ginny and Hermione, digging through your bag and pulling out the rectangular object. Your parents had made you a mixtape of your favorite songs before you left, and while you loved some popular wizard singers, you missed your music.

You ran back downstairs, putting the Walkman down and pressing play, the music instantly starting up, playing one of your favorite songs.

A Man After Midnight, by ABBA

You walked to the empty area in front of the couch and started to dance, swaying your hips a bit, before starting to sing the words.

“Half past twelve and I’m watching the late show in my flat all alone, how I hate to spend the evening on my own.”

As you were singing you started swaying around the room, grabbing your wand to use as a microphone, and continuing to get more and more energetic as the song went on. 

“Is there a soul out there?”

You stopped moving just tapping your foot, slowly raising the hand that wasn’t holding the wand.

“Someone to hear my prayers........”

“Gimme Gimme Gimme a man after midnight!” You sang at the top of your lungs, jumping around the room and singing into your wand. You were so lost in the moment, you didn’t notice the figure walking down the stairs, until-

“Take me through the darkness through the break of the- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Your singing was cut off by the sound of you screaming, well cursing, as you turned around to see Fred staring at you with a confused, half asleep look, a grin spread across his face. “What the fuck are you doing?” You practically yelled, running over to switch off your radio.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Fred laughed, the slight smile he had before now turning into a shit eating grin.

“You know, just.... dancing’” You said, desperately trying to act casual, like your crush of two years didn’t just walk downstairs, shirtless by the way, to see you dancing around like a maniac”

“I can see that. Its awful” Fred joked, making his way down the rest of the stairs and walking over to you.

“Shut up I’m amazing. Wait I thought you and your family were going out shopping” You said, suddenly remembering you were supposed to be alone.

“Yeah, George tried to make me to come along, but I didn’t wake up so my mum left a note” He said, sitting on the couch in front of you.

You nodded in understanding, trying your best to look Fred in the face, instead of letting your eyes wander to his hair which was currently sticking out in all directions. Or toward his chest which was currently bare exposing a constellation of freckles, or at how low his sweatpants were hanging-

“Earth to Y/N” Fred said, waving a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thought.

“Oh yeah, nice, cool” You said nodding, rocking back on your heels.

“What were you listening to, it doesn’t sound familiar?” Fred asked, leaning back on the couch.

“Oh, it’s a muggle band called ABBA, they’re basically music goddesses” You joked, walking over to your Walkman picking it up and handing it him.

“That's a lot of praise, considering your horrible taste in wizard music” He said, making you playfully swat his arm, a fake offended expression crossing your face before smiling, pressing the play button and continuing the song.

“Huh, its actually not bad, what else do you have on this?” He asked smiling.

You smiled back, taking back the Walkman and skipping to the next song, which happened to be “Africa” by Toto.

“This one’s really popular, I think you’ll like it” You said, setting down the Walkman and going to sit next to him.

As the music started I could see Fred starting to bob his Head to the beat.

“I like it so far” Fred said

An hour later, and you and Fred were dancing around the living room, singing at the top of your lungs.

“So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye!” Fred yelled

“So you think you can love me and leave me to die!” You sang back

“Ooooooh baby, don’t do this to me baby, just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here” You both sang in unison, Fred playing an air guitar as you sang into your wand.

As the slow started to slow down, you both just started swaying, smiling at each other and catching your breath. Finally after a moment the song ended, making you both laugh.

“That ones my favorite so far” Fred said laughing, going to take a break and sit on the couch, you plopping next to him.

“Its a classic” You laughed, taking a deep breath, trying to cool down from the very intense dancing. 

The next song started up and you instantly recognized it, practically lunging at the small radio to skip the song, but as soon as you hit the pause button, Fred snatched it out of your hands.

“Hey” You yelled, reaching to get the device back which Fred held over his head, making it hard to reach.

“What’s wrong with the next song?” Fred asked, making your face heat up a bit.

“It’s not really dancing music, my parents probably only added it on because they know it’s one of my favorites, but yeah it’s not that good we can skip it” You said quickly, attempting to get the radio back from Fred, but he still kept it over his head.

“Y/N, if you like it than I’m sure its great” Fred said smiling down at you. You let out a breath. You knew he wasn’t going to let it go until you played it.

“Fine” You said, Fred finally handing the radio back. You rewound the song so it would start from the beginning, before taking a breath, and pressing play.

*PLAY CAN’T HELPING FALLING IN LOVE BY ELVIS*

The music picked up, and with it your heartbeat, afraid of what Fred was going to say. You were internally panicking, playing one of the most iconic love songs ever written in front of your long time friend and crush.

You had been friends with this boy since first year. You might even go as far to call him your best friend. Sure there had been flirty moments but most of it was just kidding around, but this was different.

Before you could panic anymore though, Fred had stood up and turned to face you. A sly smile grew across his face before he held out his hand to you.

“Dance with me” 

“...What?” you asked, eyes widening. Were you hearing this right?

“Dance with me” Fred repeated. So without thinking you took his hand and stood up.

He led you to the middle of the living room, moving to put your right hand on his shoulder, holding your left and resting his other hand on your waist, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Trying to make a move on me Weasley?” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

“Maybe” He said smiling, but it wasn’t his usual joking smile, it was more sincere.

You started to sway to the music, laughing as Fred twirled you, your hand moving back to its original place on Fred's shoulder.

As the music continued to play, you couldn’t help but listen to the lyrics, while looking up at the boy you were dancing with, finding he was already looking at you.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be”

Fred suddenly wrapped his arm around your back, moving to dip you backwards, startling a laugh out of you, before he pulled you back up, pulling your chest closer to his, barely leaving any room between you to.

“For I can’t help, falling in love with you”

You moved your hand out of his, instead moving to rest your arms around Fred’s neck, Fred moving his now free hand to your other hip.

“Who taught you how to dance?” You jokingly asked, once again trying to relive the tension that had grown between you too.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m just a natural?” Fred smiled

“Definitely not” You smiled back, making a light chuckle leave his lips.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help, falling in love with you”

“I think this might be my new favorite song” Fred said, making you roll your eyes but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

“Why’s that” You asked, noticing how Fred’s demeanor seemed to get more serious compared to his usual playful attitude.

“Because it’s your favorite song, and you’re my favorite person” Fred said.

The butterflies that were in fluttering in your stomach before were now in a frenzy, your heart beating like crazy. You continued to sway to the music, slowing as the song finally stopped. Fred moved a hand up to move a strand of hair out of your face, before closing the space between you, connecting your lips.

You pulled him closer as well, kissing him back and moving your hands to his hair while his moved back to your waist. After a moment your finally pulled away, looking into each others eyes.

“You’re my favorite person too” You said, making the both of you smile.

“Is that the end of the tape?” Fred asked, noticing that the music wasn’t continuing.

“Yep, but I have another one one second” You said, moving out of Fred’s grasp to sprint up the stairs, Fred laughing behind you.

You came back downstairs, a new tape in ahnd. You quickly switched out the tack and pressed play, waiting for the music to start.

“Who did you say was your favorite person again?” Fred asked as you walked back over to him, laughing as you wrapped your arms around him. He moved to take a step back and stumbled, tripping over the book you had put down earlier, and because you were already holding him, you fell as well.

“Shit! Are you ok?” You asked, landing on Fred’s chest, looking up at his face to see him laughing, sending you into a fit of laughter as well, before you were both cut off by the sound of the Walkman playing that oh so familiar Saxophone.

You would have appreciated the irony, but before you could you heard the front door open, looking over to see Ron, Hermione, and Harry all looking at you... laying on top of a shirtless Fred..... with careless whisper playing in the background.

“It’s not what it looks like!” you said, quickly sitting up, Fred helping you to stand so you could turn off the music.

“My eyes!” Ron shrieked

“She fell we weren’t!-” Fred started.

“We don’t want to hear it pervs” Harry said, a slightly joking tone in his voice.

“For shame” Hermione said shaking her head disappointedly, but as the two other boys left towards their room, she gave you a quick thumbs up before running off as well.

You listened in silence as the three ran up the stairs, the door slamming behind them. There were a few seconds of silence between you and Fred, neither of you knowing how to process what just happened.

“You know, we could do what it looked like” Fred said slyly.

“Fred!”

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A/N: I’m not going to lie, I think the ending is hilarious. Any who, I hope you enjoyed this super sappy, almost cringe worthy fic. Feel free to leave requests if you want.