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misguidedasgardian · 8 months ago

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The Lifeaters (II.1)

I. A Kerfuffle

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You are back!

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, in this “book” it comes in strong!, a physical altercation, a bit of violence, hehe

Wordcount: 2.8 k

Notes: The second book! it gets more interesting!

Only few things could make Draco Malfoy upset

He had a comfortable life, parents that adored him, and gave him anything he would want, he also had friends, more like… followers… more like and then, he had you

His very best friend.

Hence… the upset part

He didn’t got any news from you all year

You lied to him, according to himself, you didn't come back in August, you didn’t even write, but that wasn’t your fault, he sent many letters, but his eagle-owl came back with his letters unopened. Owls were not allowed to fly internationally, not all of them.

Hence, he was upset, he couldn’t even care that his father had stopped by the broom shop and ask the owner how much the Nimbus 2000 cost, he didn’t care anymore if you weren’t with him

He did get some messages through though, through floo, and they were short because you were busy with your family, he only knew that today at certain hour you were going to Diagon Alley to buy your things, you just yesterday came back from France

He was frowning, he only managed to distract himself when his father took him to Borgin & Burkes, he thought he could buy you a present there. He knew just how much you liked mystery and curious magical objects

“Touch nothing, Draco”, warned his father as the bell over the door ranged announcing their presence

“I thought you were going to buy me a present”, he said, already bored

“I said I would buy you a racing broom”, he said shortly

“What’s the good of that if I’m not in the house team?”

“You will be”, he assured him, “trials are normally the second week of classes Draco, don’t fret”

“So? Harry Potter already had a year playing Quidditch, he and his NImbus 2000, gifted to him by a teacher…only because he is famous!”

“‘You have told me this already”, he said with a silent warning on his eyes, “and I would remind you that it is not…prudent… to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear… ah, Mr Borgin”, he greeted an old gruffy man that showed up behind the counter

“‘Mr Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again”, even Draco could tell he was lying, “and young Master Malfoy too! How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m not buying today, Mr Borgin, I’m selling”, said Mr Malfoy, wanting to be done with the interaction already

“‘Selling?”, Mr Borgin’s was not smiling anymore

“You have heard, of course, that the Ministry is conducting more raids”, said Mr Malfoy, taking a roll of parchment from his inside pocket and unraveling it for Mr Borgin to read. “I have a few items at home that might embarrass me, if the Ministry were to call …”

“The Ministry wouldn’t presume to trouble you, sir, surely?”, asked the man, seemingly outraged

“I have not been visited yet. The name Malfoy still commands a certain respect, yet the Ministry grows ever more meddlesome. There are rumors about a new Muggle Protection Act… no doubt that flea-bitten, Muggle-loving fool Arthur Weasley is behind it… and as you see, certain of these poisons might make it appear…”

“‘I understand, sir, of course”, said Mr Borgin. “Let me see …”

“Can I have that?’ interrupted Draco, pointing at the withered hand on its cushion.

“Ah, the Hand of Glory!”, said Mr Borgin, abandoning Mr Malfoy’s list and scurrying over to Draco. “Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunderers! Your son has fine taste, sir”.

“I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin”, said Mr Malfoy coldly and Mr Borgin said quickly, “No offense, sir, I only meant…”

“Though if his school marks don’t pick up…”, said Mr Malfoy, more coldly still, “that may indeed be all he is fit for”

“It’s not my fault,” retorted Draco. “The teachers all have favourites, Hermione Granger…”

“I would have thought you’d be ashamed that a girl from no wizard family beat you in every exam,” snapped Mr Malfoy. “Even (y/n) did better than you!”

“It’s the same all over,” said Mr Borgin, ”Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere”

“Not with me”, said Lucius

“No, sir, with me neither”, said Mr Borgin, with a deep bow.

“In that case, perhaps we can return to my list,” said Mr Malfoy shortly. “I am in something of a hurry, Borgin, I have important business elsewhere today”.

He looked around for a gift for you, eh found a beautiful opal necklace, that had a small sign that read “cursed, this item had taken the life of 18 muggles”, that did interested Draco

“Done,” said Mr Malfoy at the counter. “Come, Draco!”, the exchange was done and both abandoned the store.

But your absence wasn’t the only thing upsetting him, it was the secrecy and anger of his own father. Not directed to him, never him, but…

There have been many raids from the Ministry, and his father was scared they were going to dare to take items that were in his father’s possession, and more so, Lucius was angry, so angry, he started to look for a culprit.

And Draco had heard all about it, all summer.

He couldn’t find any gift for you but… he was relieved when his father finally pulled him out of that creepy store, and they went back to Diagon Alley, next stop was Flourish & Blotts, for his books. Lucius sent him ahead while he went to find something else, Draco left him, because maybe he was going to take himself back to that broom store and…

Draco smiled mischievously entering the bookstore

He growled visibly when he realized he was not the only one looking for this year’s books, everyone was there, and Gilderoy Lockheart was signing books, his own books, books Draco needed to purchase for school.

He found the guy to be a creep and a phony, he was even more angry when Potter himself showed up in the scene Gilderoy grabbed him and they started taking pictures together. He rolled his eyes as he went to the second floor of the store to grab the rest, and then he came back.

Not even the chance to bother Potter was fun without you by his side, laughing at his jokes.

He grabbed a book, saw something that you might like, ripped the page and kept it, yeah he shouldn't do that, whatever.

He was certainly more interested when he heard the squeals of Granger herself, he looked down and spotted the lot of them, Potter, Granger, even the Weasleys, all of them.

“This is for the daily prophet”, even a photographer was there. Draco pulled out his tongue in disgust when he saw the both of them, Gilderoy and Potter together

“When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography… he had no idea that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his school fellows will, in fact, be getting the real, magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that, this September, I will be taking up the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!”, Draco did not like this idea at all

But the small crowd there, waiting for him to sign their books, clapped and cheered

Potter released himself from the small mob and walked towards the exit

“Bet you loved that, didn’t you, Potter?”, he couldn’t help it, he had to say something, “Famous Harry Potter,” said Malfoy. “Can’t even go into a bookshop without making the front page”

“Leave him alone”, muttered the smaller of the Weasleys, Draco looked at her with a smirk

“Potter, you’ve got yourself a girlfriend!” drawled Malfoy. Son the other two members of their little trio showed their faces

“Oh, it’s you, bet you’re surprised to see Harry here, eh?”, he mocked, but Draco was in a mood for a good kerfuffle

“Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley”, he retorted. “I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for that lot”, Ron was ready to fight too, walking towards him with that look on his face that meant trouble, but Granger and Potter grabbed onto him

“Draco!”, he turned quickly, to see you entering the store with a big smile on his face, he only smirked

“There you are!”, he said quickly, but there was no time for hugs. You looked behind him and saw the troublesome trio with a little girl that you could only assume was a Weasley, and then right behind them, the Weasley’s father

“Ron!”, he called, “what are you doing? It’s mad in here, let’s go outside”, his eyes traveled to Draco, and then you

“Well, well, well, Arthur Weasley”, right behind you was Lucius himself, he placed himself right behind you, placing one of his hands in Draco’s shoulders, and the other one in yours

“Lucius”, said Mr Weasley coldly

“Busy time at the Ministry, I hear”, said uncle Lucius, you didn't understand what was happening. “All those raids ... I hope they’re paying you overtime?”

He grabbed a book from inside the cauldron the little girl was holding

“But judging by the looks of this, obviously not”, he said. “What’s the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizards if they don’t even pay you well for it?’”, you didn’t understand the hostility, but Draco seemed to do so, as he was smirking

“We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizards, Malfoy”, the other man snapped.

“Clearly”, said Mr Malfoy, you didn't know what happened there, since he was behind you you couldn’t know where he was looking at, “The company you keep, Weasley... and I thought your family could sink no lower”

A loud bang distracted you when a cauldron dropped to the floor and then Mr Weasley was lounging for Uncle Lucius, he grabbed him and pushed him against the bookshelf

“oh Merlin! un cafouillage!”, you murmured

“A what?”, asked Draco

“A Kerfuffle!”, you pointed out outloud, grabbing into Draco, you had never seen uncle Lucius so angry and less of it in a physical fight, but he pushed back Mr Weasley, they grabbed each other and started to bump into shelves, dropping books left and right

“Get him, Dad!”, cheered Fred and George Weasley

The assistant of the store came begging for them to stop, but they wouldn’t listen

“Break it up, gents, break it up!”, he begged

But Hagrid showed up out of nowhere, grabbing both men and separating them easily.

Mr Weasley had a cut lip and uncle Lucius had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools. He was still holding that old transfiguration book. He almost threw it at her

“Here, girl take your book, it’s the best your father can give you”, that sounded mean, he released himself from the hold Hagrid had in him, grabbed you and Draco and pushed you out of the bookshop

“Where were you?”, asked Draco as you walked down Diagon Alley

“Sorry, my aunt, she... needed more time to work on a skin potion”, you said softly, “I’m sorry for not coming back”, he twisted his mouth, thinking to prolong the whining, but he thought better of it.

“Extend our gratitude for the invitation to your grandfather”, muttered uncle Lucius, “we will make it next time”

“Yes uncle Lucius”, you whispered with a soft smile

“It was a boring summer”, Draco whispered

“I know, for me it was too a bit”, you answered back, you had no friends in france, and no family of your age

Uncle Lucius was rattled, you could see it, after going to other placed he brought you back to Flourish & Blotts to purchase a large collection of books from Gilderoy Lockheart

You knew who he was, and not because he was a famous wizard, but because… he dated your aunt a couple of years ago, it did not end well, so you were nervous

You liked the sound of the engine of the train, you loved train rides, it was a comfortable sound as Draco spoke what they had done all summer

“Did you even practice?”, he asked

“Yes I did! in my old broom though, we went to see a couple of games, in one, the french minister of magic took a bludger in the head, it was pretty funny, he had to pretend it didn’t hurt because he didn’t want the game to get canceled”, you giggled, “he is a Quiberon fan just like me”, you said cheerfully

“I don’t understand your obsession with that stupid game”, mocked Mathhew, you didn’t know what to say, “it’s stupid, besides, Potter if the star of it”

“Well, last year, despite Potter, we won the cup”, you said dismissively

“It will be fun to knock him off his broom”, mocked Malfoy, “I didn't see him on the platform, maybe he is not coming!”

“Whatever, I don’t want to dance to that halfblood’s pace”, snapped Matthew, that sounded a bit aggressive.

“Half Blood?”, you asked

“Potter’s mother was a mudblood”, he said contemptuously

“So?”, you asked

“That makes him a half-blood”, said Draco, and you looked alternatively between them, what did that have to do with anything?

“And he was raised by muggles”

Yes you knew what a halfblood was but still, when that mattered for anything? Well your family did prefer the company of pure-bloods, but in reality, maybe it was a coincidence that… all their friends were pure-bloods… or… was it?

You started doubting.

The ride now was a bit uncomfortable, you wanted to talk to Draco, just the two of you, like before, but matthew seemed to be attached at the hip to him, you noticed Lucius buying two sets of books, you thought the other one was for him

But why? But you thought it was rude to ask, at least out loud

This year, since you were not first years, you had to ride a carriage that was pulled by something invisible, so you were going to get there faster. They were right, you didn’t see Potter on the platform, and you didn't see him now either, well… you couldn’t be that lucky, right?

It all looked the same, as no time had passed at all, everything was just like you remembered it, and you were so excited for this new year, it was going to be even better!

You sat on the Slytherin table, wearing your ceremonial hats again. Dumbledore of course gave you a small speech, then he made you stand up and sing the Hogwarts song, which you didn't know

To your horror, Gilderoy Lockheart was the new professor against the dark arts, this was going to be a long semester. Draco didn’t like it either, but Pansy, Milicent, Tracy and Daphne seemed like they loved it.

Like you said, you weren’t that lucky. The very next morning, everyone was talking about how Potter and Weasley arrived last night in a flying car that crashed against the Whomping Willow in the castle’s grounds, and they were sitting at the Gryffindor table.

The first mail arrived at that moment, you thought it was a bit rushed, given it was the first day, but you received a letter from your aunt, like always, wishing you for the best and she even sent you a sweater that you forgot, to warm you up for the fall and coming winter.

You almost jumped out of your seat when you heard a loud voice screaming, Draco was laughing and you noticed that Weasley had gotten a howler from who you could only guess was his mother.

Her voice was still ringing in your ear through the first period.

You had a heavy schedule this year, all classes of last year, but no more flying lessons. You were trading that one for Quidditch, you hoped. Next year were the trials and you couldn’t wait any longer.

Even though it had only been almost three months, and even though Draco looked the same, you couldn’t help ut felt guilty, something had happened in the summer, he was different, he sounded different, and his hatred for Potter increased if that was even possible

You wished you could have been here, but you had to go back to France, your family had called you back, what happened in the summer? You knew uncle lucius was angry because something happened at work

With you he acted the same, but…

You had a bad feeling about it

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ricksanchezxmalereader · 3 years ago

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M/n: I don’t know Rick, Mr. Nimbus seems harmless. I mean he’s currently trying to fuck Beth and Jerry but ehh

Rick: You’re blind to the truth, he’s evil, rotten to the core.

M/n: really? How’d you figure

Rick: we may have had sex... a few times

M/n: I’m not even surprised, your a whore

Rick: *pulls out uno reverse card*

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick sanchez x male reader #x male reader #xmalereader #jerry smith #beth smith #mr. nimbus

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years ago

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yes, i’m a squib | part 4.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The first month of school seemed to breeze by you. The first few weeks of the second month was no different. You were doing well… as well as a squib could do. Classes that required no magic at all you found yourself excelling in. Those that needed magic took more work still. But even then, none of your grades were bad. You had made friends, like Neville, as well as sitting firmly in two friend groups. Your first friend group was more like a group of older siblings. Cedric’s friends had quickly adopted you. The older boy was doing well on his job at being an older brother. He actively made time at night to share a drink with you and Kreacher as well as helping with homework. Your second friend group was truly a group of friends.

The Golden Trio was now a known Golden Quartet. Gryffindor became used to seeing your yellow robes flutter about their common room. You were constantly walking arm in arm with Hermione, chatting with Harry, and playing chess with Ron. All of it was much to your cousin’s dismay. But Draco never said anything to you directly. However, he didn’t hesitate to let you know with looks that he disapproved of the friendship.

Balancing your cousin’s pride with your friends’ pride— especially Harry’s— wasn’t the easiest. You acted like you didn’t know either one of them whenever they started arguing in the same room. They had learned to not include you, to not even bother asking.

Your professors were nice aside from Snape. Professor Lupin and Professor Sprout were your two favorites. Whenever you would accompany Harry to his after class lessons, Professor Lupin would let you stay and watch. He even offered chocolates from an alarmingly large stash he seemed to have hidden in the bottom left drawer of his desk. While Harry worked on advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts techniques, you studied. Every now and then, he would try to include and Lupin would encourage. You indulged them by trying a spell. And when it didn’t work, you gave them a small smile, tucked your wand back into the waistband of your skirt, and continued to do homework while sucking on a chocolate.

“But, Professor—”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Potter. But that is final.”

You heard the voices of Professor McGonagall and Harry. Harry came sulking into the castle to see you cuddling Padfoot while sitting on the steps. Without a word, he sat down next to you. His fingers scratched Padfoot between the eyes.

“Wait, why are you still here, (Y/N)?” Harry asked. “Shouldn’t you be at Hogsmeade with the others before the Halloween feast?”

“Mr. Stapius forgot to sign my forms. He is a very forgetful man, bless him. So, it seems that we are both stuck here.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, dejectedly, before suddenly standing up.

He stuck out his hand. Shifting Padfoot to one hand, you took Harry’s outstretched one and followed him to wherever he was leading you. The two of you worked your way through the quidditch equipment. Harry grabbed his broom that was resting there after a cleaning as well as one of the training brooms. You kept following the boy out of the barracks and to the quidditch field. Harry threw down the spare broom and set down his Nimbus 2000 gently.

“Have you ever ridden a broom?” he asked.

“How much magic are you going to make me go through before you realize I’m a squib?” you asked with a chuckle.

“Hermione was reading and began to go on about brooms. Apparently, there’s some debate on if brooms are enchanted to fly or if it must come from magic of the person themselves. Brilliantly, it came about when a muggle accidentally started to levitate while cleaning.”

“Harry, where are you going with this?”

“Well, if it is the first one— the enchanting— then what if I enchant the broom. You could still fly it.”

“You must be very bored to think of this, Harry Potter, but I will go along with it.”

“Brilliant.” Harry looked at his broom. “Up.”

The broom floated a little bit off the ground. You had seen enough quidditch matches in your life to know how to work a broom. Sitting on it, you firmly grabbed the handle. Harry made sure you were stable before letting go of the broom. Almost instantly, the broom began to tip forward. You leaned back a little to keep yourself upright. Slowly, you noticed that the broom was getting lower and lower until it was barely hovering above the ground.

“Uh, Harry, I think those debates Hermione was reading about got it wrong. It seems to be a bit of both.”

You got off the broom and it dropped to the rest of the ground completely. Harry looked at his broom in the grass, commanding it back up. Under Harry’s complete control, the broom rose up high once more. You frowned as you looked at it.

“Try once more.”

You gave him a look but did as he said anyway. When you went to get back on, Harry stopped you. He instructed you to sit on the broom as if you were sitting side-saddle on a horse. His hands never left yours as he helped you sit down. With the two of you still holding hands, you found that the broom stayed at the level that Harry first commanded it to be at. You shouted in delight. If anyone were to go to the field to practice, they would see Harry walking next to you— still holding one of your hands— while you shouted about how you were flying.

That was almost exactly what Oliver Wood and the rest of the Gryffindor team saw when they arrived. The entire team had agreed to come back from the Hogsmeade field trip a little early in order to practice for the first game of the season— coincidentally against your House. The team wore smirks on their faces as they watched. You and Harry had stopped in the middle of the field, him being tired of running around. You were now circling him on the broom, Harry’s arm stretching anytime you were behind him. Your cat, asleep at his feet.

“I’ve never done this before!” You shouted in excitement.

“You’re doing brilliant.”

“Potter!” The shout from Oliver made you both break from the little world you were in.

“Right, practice,” Harry said.

You quickly jumped down from the broom as the rest of the team made their way over. Looking down at the other practice broom in the grass, you picked it up so it would be in the team’s way. You gave Harry a hug before scooping up Padfoot who protested loudly at being woken up.

“Thank you, Harry, truly. I had so much fun. Have fun with your practice. I would wish you all luck for the game but since it’s against Hufflepuff, I do believe as a Puff I have to root for my own house. And because as Captain and seeker, Cedric would stop talking to me if I didn’t.”

The Gryffindor team chuckled.

“Well, if we win then the next game is against Slytherin. You can root for us then,” Oliver said.

“Will do.”

“And tell your captain that our team is ready to destroy them.”

“You can tell him that yourself. Bye, Harry. Bye, everyone.”

“How come you get a special goodbye?” Fred and George asked when you had walked off the field.

With everyone still at Hogsmeade, you were once again left with nothing to do. Padfoot’s protests about being woken up were short lived when he fell asleep in your arms. You gently adjusted so you could constantly remove one of your hands without disturbing him. Hogwarts felt strangely empty when it was only the first and second years. You weren’t upset at Mr. Stapius for forgetting to sign your forms but you just wished that next time he would remember— and not lose the form either.

Your feet carried you without much thought until you found yourself at Professor Lupin’s office. You knocked gently on the door, pleasantly surprised to hear someone tell you to come in. You weren’t sure which professors had also gone down to Hogsmeade and which were still in the castle. Lupin looked up from where he was grading end of the month essays.

“Ms. Black, what brings you by? I thought you’d be out with the other students in Hogsmeade.”

“Mr. Stapius forgot to sign my forms.” You shrugged.

Lupin looked at the black bundle of fur in your arms, pointing to it.

“You have a cat.”

“This is Padfoot.”

The professor snorted as he finished grading the essay in front of him. You took a seat in the chair across from his desk, gently petting your cat. Lupin moved on to another essay. For a few seconds, the only sounds were coming from the scribble of his quill. Lupin grabbed the box of sweets from his desk drawer and placed it in front of you. You started fiddling through the chocolates.

“Professor,” you said as you kept looking for a sweet. “How much about Sirius do you know? I mean, can you tell me more about my father?”

Lupin stopped marking the parchment. “I don’t know if that is the best idea.”

“But you were friends right? That’s why you felt bad for not taking care of me, because the two of you were school friends.”

“Yes, we were.”

“Then why is it not a good idea?”

“(Y/N), it is not responsible of me as an adult and your professor to fill your head with stories of a wanted man.”

“You said to stick to my beliefs. I believe that he is innocent, you said that was good.”

“He is still wanted. Innocent or not, Sirius Black is currently a known criminal that has escaped from Azkaban.”

“But I’ve tried asking Kreacher. He only complai—”

“Kreacher? He’s still around?” Lupin asked, bewildered.

“Yes, he works in the kitchen, at least while I’m in school. Every time I even utter Sirius, he just goes on about how my dad was nice to every other house elf but him and that he hates him with a burning passion.”

“Your father wasn’t the nicest to him, saw him as an extension of the Black family. Especially his mother.”

“Please, Professor… just one story?”

Lupin picked up his quill again and you sighed as you sat back in the chair. You began picking through the sweets again, dejectedly, until the man suddenly started to speak. Sitting up a little straighter, you listened to him tell you the story of how Sirius and your mother met. She hadn’t gone to school with them. Her parents moved to France when she was young and sent her to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts, even though she got the letter— because they felt the school was too far away even with magical transportation. You smiled while sucking the chocolate off of your thumb. Lupin described your mother in the nicest fashion and couldn’t stop gushing about how Sirius was madly in love with her.

“Alright, that was one story,” Lupin said as he set the quill down. “I’m headed down to the kitchens to restock on my tea, I’ll be passing by your common room.”

You stood up and began to walk with him, hoping that maybe you could convince the professor to squeeze out one more story about Sirius. Instead, Lupin was more concerned about your studies. You figured that you should have expected that. He was a teacher after all, not to mention a father figure of sorts. You told him how you were doing in classes and he offered advice where he could.

“I don’t think Professor Snape will ever like me,” you admitted.

“He can be a bit tough to warm up to people.”

You shook your head. “He hates me, he hates that I’m a squib. I really wanted to do well in Potions but he keeps assigning all the ones that require magic. I thought he could be my favorite professor but he just wants me to fail… Professor.”

You gasped when you and Lupin ran into Snape. Your face heated up with embarrassment, knowing that Snape heard all of it and was probably judging you. Without saying goodbye to Lupin, you shuffled past both men before Snape could say anything. You didn’t stop until you were safe in your room. Kreacher came in but left quickly after seeing your face. You only emerged when it was time for the feast.

“Are you okay?” Cedric asked when you sat down.

You shook your head as you recounted the awful encounter with Professor Snape. The older boy was no help, finding the entire ordeal funny. You simply groaned at Cedric’s taunting before getting up to leave with Gryffindors— Hermione and Ron had said they got stuff for you and Harry from Hogsmeade. Much like Cedric, Ron was teasing you to no end about Snape. The four of you chuckled at his last comment before being forced to stop by the rest of the Gryffindors that were still on the steps instead of in the common room. Your head turned at hearing Percy’s shouts to let him through as Head Boy.

“Somebody get Professor Dumbledore, quickly!” Percy shouted.

That statement made you crane your neck to try and see what was happening. It had to be serious if Dumbledore needed to be called. Moments later, Dumbledore was shuffling through the crowd— along with Professor McGonagall and Lupin. With the crowd parted, you and the others were able to see the problem. The painting that normally held the Fat Lady was replaced with three claw marks going across it.

“Students, please split up and find the guardian of your common room. Give a shout when you find her.”

You all parted like the sea, splitting into small groups to search through the paintings. The portraits simply stared at the students as you guys ran about the stairs. A shout from Seamus caught everyone’s attention and soon you all piled around him. The Fat Lady was hiding behind a large wildebeest, shivering in fear. She only breathed out a small sigh of relief when Dumbledore appeared in front of her.

“It’s him, Headmaster. He’s in the castle… Sirius Black!”

Murmurs whispered through the crowd. Dumbledore shushed everyone and told them to go back to the Great Hall. He instructed McGonagall and Lupin to inform the other professors to gather the students from the other Houses. All the students were going to stay in the Great Hall where they could easily be protected, at least for tonight. Everyone began to do as he said. You were almost down the steps, behind everyone else, when you felt your arm grabbed. You looked behind you to see the arm that grabbed you belonged to Professor Lupin. He gave you a stern look.

“Don’t do whatever you are thinking. Do you hear me, (Y/N)? Don’t go looking for Sirius Black.”

“What if we find him, Professor?”

“And what if he is not alone? You don’t know who is with him.”

“But he—”

“If a dementor is chasing him, what will you do? You have no magic, do your best to understand that. An advanced wizard can barely fight a dementor, a squib has absolutely no chance. Do you understand? Let it go.” Professor Lupin’s voice was harsh. He paused after realizing what he had said.

You pulled your arm from his grasp. “I understand, Professor. I’ll go to the Great Hall.”

You wiped at your eyes, ripping your wand from your skirt waistband and throwing it to the ground. You didn’t care if someone stepped on it. In fact, you hoped they did and would break it. You got into one of the sleeping bags on the Hufflepuff side and immediately closed your eyes, not wanting to talk to anyone for the rest of the night.

(Part 5)...

#cedric diggory x black!reader #cedric diggory x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter x black!reader #golden trio x reader

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julietascinnamonroll · 3 years ago

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I would like to request PepaXfem!Reader but make it like Mrs. Robinson and Reader is Dolores’ friend who visits Casita all the time, even spending the night sometimes and Pepa is beyond smitten for her, including but not limited to having a surprisingly strong desire to have sex with her (this doesn’t have to be detailed in any way, but I would appreciate it being acknowledged and adding significantly more guilt in Pepa for having these feelings as well as having actual romantic feelings for her daughter’s best friend)

You are My Sunshine

Pepa x reader!

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You and Dolores had been best friends since you were 5 and she was a year older. Just as your mother and Alma had been, way before you two were born. Every so often, she’d drop you off at la casa Madrigal, to have play-dates with Dolores. You got along pretty well with the rest too, especially Mirabel and Camilo. Pepa, would take care of you every time you went, gave you your favorite snack, arepas con queso, took you and Dolores for a stroll around town, and loved you like her own. Whenever someone had hurt her girl, she would scare them with her lightning and thunder, and they’d run crying for their mommies.

As the years passed by, you were growing older, maturing into a beautiful, young lady, with the cutest smile, and biggest heart. One day, you decided to prepare special gifts for the Madrigal’s as a thank you, and because your mother reminded you to never come empty-handed. You were more than glad to make them gifts, as you really wanted to show them your sincere appreciation to them for everything they’ve done for you.

You pack the gifts into a big bag, and carried it along the way. You pass by Julieta’s food stall, but it read “Closed. Still making more batter. Thank you!”, not knowing why, you walk even faster, and soon the casa starts clearing in the distance. You walk up to their doorstep and opened the door without knocking, it seemed rude, but they’ve told you countless times you didn��t need to, because you were already family to them.

“Hola tiá Julieta!”, you greet the brunette, who had been doing just what her sign said, making more batter. “Hola Y/N! What’s in that bag of yours?”, she raises an eyebrow in question. “Oh, haha, this?? Well, stop mixing first, and I’ll tell you!!”, you squeal in excitement.

“I’ve made gifts for you! And here’s yours!”, you hand out a blue packaged present with her name on it. “Huh?! Y/N, what’s all this for??”, Julieta trying not to seem ungrateful, was confused at the sudden gesture. “Well, since you asked, I made gifts for you, well, I mean all of you! I wanted to show my appreciation for everything you and your family’s done for me!”, you say with the brightest smile that could light up a whole room. Julieta proceeds to open the gift, and she doesn’t believe her eyes.

“OH MY GOSH! IS THIS-“, she interrupted herself and threw herself onto you, giving you the tightest squeeze. It was a new apron, though it was a similar color to her old one, she still appreciated it very much, she’s needed on for quite some time now. It may seem simple to a lot of people, if not everyone, but to Julieta, it is that special. She held out her spoon to your mouth and told you to lick it, though that came out weird, you wanted to eat it anyway. You lick the spoon and continue what you were going to say, “Haha you’re welcome tiá! I’m glad you like it! Now where’s Pep-“, the red-head’s thunder storming through the house startled you both.

“Ahh! Pepi! What’s wrong??”, you call out to her, calling her the nickname she preferred from you, as she didn’t quite think you calling her plain old “tiá” anymore, suited you.

“Y-Y/N?! What are you doing here?!”, she asks angrily, while the nimbus cloud is still hovering over her head. “Well, nothing too fancy, but I made you something! Here”, you hand her a teddy bear, and at first the sky cleared a little, but when she saw that her very name had been embroidered onto it by you, a rainbow went beaming over and beyond her head. “Y/N- OH MY SUNSHINE!! Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah!! Thank you!! I appreciate it, dear!”, she began planting kisses all over your now red face, at least it hid most of your blush from the kisses that woman gave you.

You hug Pepa, and that sends her into a whirlwind. “I’m glad you like it, Pepi! I need to find the rest though, be right back!”, you slowly pull away from the hug, to go find the other family members.

After giving them their presents, they all embrace you, and thank you as well, for being an amazing friend and part of their family.

You get back to the kitchen, and saw Pepa crying on the floor. You went just a tad bit closer, when she hit you with a bolt of lightning. “Ow!! What was that for?!”, you yell in pain.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, cariño! Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to! Look..clear skies..clear sk-“, she tried to apologize, but then again, you had to interrupt her. “Pepa, you don’t need to mask yourself from me, I’m here for you..it’s alright..just tell me, what’s wrong?”, what you hadn’t known was that the red-head had caught a truly “not ok” school-girl crush on you, and she couldn’t tell you, as there’d obviously be consequences.

“I-I..”, she stammered, not completing another sentence. Julieta chimed in to protect her sister, “Hey, Y/N…thanks again for the presents, but uh..we think you should go for now..you can come back another time! I’m sorry..Pepa’s just under the weather..not literally either”, Julieta said with a crooked smile, but an obvious frown overtook it.

“O-oh…um..you’re welcome..! I’d best be going..bye tiá..bye Pepa..!”, you walk out with tears in your eyes, Pepa lightly smacking her sister’s arm for making you go like that.

“W-what did I do wrong?! Argh…you’re so stupid, self”, you slap yourself on the face.

A soft hand bluntly grabs yours, “Y/N..I’m sorry..please come back”, as much as you wanted to, you were afraid to be anymore trouble, so you just shrug her off and run as fast as you can.

A few days pass, and Pepa is very worried about you not returning, no letters, not showing up in town anymore, she could only feel guilt deep within her heart. She came looking for you that day, you weren’t there, and soon she realized her true feelings for you. It was more than just a “school-girl” crush, she was already in love with you, but she was afraid, afraid to tell you how she felt, as it would probably make things worse.

She shows up at your house, and you open the door. Your eyes widen at the sudden sight of her, and you want to slam the door in her face, but you knew you just couldn’t, not after all those years she has been with you, allowing you to play and hang out with her daughter, you just couldn’t do such a thing.

You jumped on her and hugged her tightly, almost making you two topple over. “Haha..I’m sorry for running away, Pepa. I-i just didn’t know what else to do when guilt swarmed within me”, you stop for a moment and look down at your feet.

“Oh my dear Y/N..how could I have ever let this happen?? I’m so sorry!”, she cries softly in your arms, and then it hits you. You only then realized how much she meant to you, and never wanted to let her go.

When she finally told you how she felt, you were again too stubborn and denied every single feeling you’ve ever felt for that woman. She then hurts deep inside, wishing she’d never made it obvious.

“Pepi, I’m sorry, I really do..love you..but what’s keeping me away is, well, my fear”, your cheeks redden, and she stares at you fondly. “There’s no need to be afraid, Y/N..i’m right here, and I’ll take care of you”, she caresses your cheek and strokes your hair back. “I wanted to tell you how much you brighten up my day when I’m feeling low, or get me up with the sun in my eyes..I love how naive you are, I love the blazing fire in your eyes, ever since I was little, every time you cared for me, I’ve always looked at you with more than just admiration, I just kept denying it. I’m sorry Pepi..”, your voice shakes as the words buried deep within your chest finally lifted, and the heavy weight was gone, at last.

“Y/N..I was afraid of how I’d possibly change your friendship with my dear Dolores, and she loves you very much. I loved every moment we danced together under my rain, and how at ease you made me feel. I am so grateful for you, Y/N. Sometimes I even drool when your around, and my underwear just gets so wet, I can’t control it”, her legs trembling and tightening, you knew just what you had to do.

You pulled her in for a deep kiss, which turned to more than just a kiss. She took you to her room and loved you just as she wished to all this time. She ‘s glad that even though this was very sudden of you to do, you still showed her just how much you loved her.

“Pepi, you are my sunshine, and you always will be.”, you peck her cheek one last time before leaving. “Bye, Mi amor! See you for dinner tomorrow?”, she calls you her love, and all you could do then was blush profusely as the woman waved goodbye.

“You bet, Mi vida! Adíos!”, your eyes locked once more before you turned away with that embarrassing smile of yours. Leaving Pepa that day, was difficult, but you’d be back tomorrow anyways, with another surprise��

Hope this matched your request more @hotdiggitydammit <3

#pepa madrigal #pepi amor #x reader #ENCANTO #ENCANTO pepa #pepa my beloved

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wicked-hg · 4 years ago

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Empire || o.w.

This is a part of @iliveiloveiwrite song fic challenge.

Oliver Wood x reader

Song prompt: Empire by Elle Henderson

Summary: Oliver has an interview with a quidditch reporter who wants to know more about the “quidditch empire” he has built. Oliver reflects on the life he has built with Y/N.

WC: 3.9k

A/N: I am so excited to finally post this! I’ve been working on it for a while and it went longer than I thought it would, but that’s okay. I hope you all enjoy it. Please please please check out the song! I tried to keep it in mind writing this, but overall it is just a fantastic song and one of my favorites. I found the below image when looking for an Oliver Wood gif, and this was so cute!!!! Plus it goes with the story. Italics are the interview.

“Mr. Wood, thank you for sitting down with us,” the reporter greeted. “I know many people are dying to know more about you and your growing quidditch empire.”

“Empire?” Oliver chuckled. “I wouldn’t call what I ‘ave an empire.”

“What would you call it then? You are a renowned quidditch player and now a coach for Puddlemere United. Your wife was a former strategist for the Pride of Portree and is the granddaughter of Kennilworthy Wisp and Devlin Whitehorn. You also have seven children. If that isn’t a quidditch empire, then what is it.”

“Me family,” Oliver answered. “Aye, me wife comes from two great lineages and aye quidditch did bring us together, but I love her for so much more than that. Quidditch was only an excuse to talk to her. It isn’t our relationship.”

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You had friends at Hogwarts. There were people who enjoyed your company. They were always there to talk quidditch to you, but that was about it. Once you tried switching the subject they suddenly had to go work on homework that had already been turned in. You knew though captains of quidditch teams didn’t lie that they wanted to be your friend. They were straightforward that they wanted your analysis of their team, and the other teams, and what strategies they should use to be successful. Each one came on the same day at the same time like clockwork. Today was Wednesday. That meant Oliver Wood would find her around 6:55. Oliver was the one captain who would seek you out no matter where you were in the castle. You had to always be in the same place for the others.

The clock chimed 7:00 when Oliver found you today. “You’re five minutes later than normal, Wood,” you commented.

Oliver shrugged as he sat next to you. “I knew you’d be here, but I wasn’t sure how loud it would be,” Today’s spot was the clock tower. “So I wanted to wait until after the clock rang.”

You sat in silence. Usually you jumped quickly into the quidditch talk, but Oliver sat silently. “You alright, Wood? You’re quiet today. You play Hufflepuff next week if I recall. I wouldn’t really worry about them. They’ve had a devastating losing streak so far. Their beaters aren’t doing well. They’ve been on injury rotation. Fleet also doesn’t have your skills.”

Oliver smiled. “Me skills? You notice I’m quite skilled, Y/N?”

You tried to keep yourself from blushing. Something was different about how he said this. “Of course I do, Wood. I’m Hogwarts residential quidditch analyst.”

“Oliver,” he said. You glanced at him, confused. “Call me Oliver. Not Wood.”

You nodded. “Okay then...Oliver.” Silence washed back over the two of you. “Do you have any other questions? Or do you want info about the new Nimbus? The rest have wanted that.”

Oliver shook his head. “Why don’t you play? Every house goes to you for advice, yet you don’t even play for your own. Why is that?”

No one had ever asked you that. In fact, no one had ever asked any questions about you yourself. “I used to when I was younger with my siblings. I have six older ones.”

“Me too,” Oliver said. “Poppy, Daisy, Juniper, Ivy, Violet, and Flora. They thought I was gon’ be a girl. When it turned out I was a boy, I was named Oliver instead of Olive. That way all they had to do was add an ‘r’ to everything. Sorry for interrupting you. The Weasleys are the only other ones I know with a family of seven siblings.”

You smiled. “It’s alright. Sounds like your family went for a theme.” Oliver nodded. “I think that’s cool. My parents didn’t. I’m the youngest. I have four brothers—Dorian, Finnigan, Simon, and Leon—and two sisters—Evangeline and Benjamina.”

“So you played quidditch with them. Why not anymore?”

“I got hit in the head with a bludger,” you told him. I know that happens a lot to players, but I was about five. Gramps and PopPop were fighting again. They don’t get along at all, and my parents were out celebrating their anniversary. I don’t know why they had those two watching us instead of just picking one. Granny and Nan were trying to calm them down. We were playing quidditch on PopPop’s prototype of the Nimbus 1650.”

“Nimbus 1650? I’ve never heard of that one.”

“That’s because it was never released to the public. It had too many flaws. Anyway, I played seeker. It’s how I learned to analyze patterns besides listening to Gramps. The bludger hit me upside the head and as I fell it hit me again in the jaw. Honestly though, it felt like two hits to the head because my head was the size of a bludger back then. I couldn’t get on a broom after that. I tried. I tried so many times. I just was never able to fly. The brooms wouldn’t listen. Besides, the healer says one more bludger to the head will kill me.”

“We can’t have that then. I’ll get ya on a broom, but I’m not letting ya anywhere near a bludger.” You grinned at his comment. “You belong in the air though. Every time I find you, you're usually high up. The wind will be blowing through your hair soon enough. I promise.”

“You can’t make promises like that, Oliver.”

Oliver shushed you. “Tomorrow. We start tomorrow at this time on the pitch. You’re not meant to be caged, Y/N. Let me help you fly free.”

“What makes you think that you will be the one to do so?” You asked him, trying not to gain any hope from Oliver’s promise. Your family had done everything they could. How could Oliver be successful?

He smiled and grabbed your hand. “I won’t let you fall. I’ll catch you. Do you trust me?”

There was a fire in his eyes now. He had hope he could do this, and you did too. “Absolutely.”

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“And what about having seven children? A quidditch team is made up of seven players. One could assume you are breeding your own quidditch team.”

“Well, one can assume all they want. The truth is, life just happened this way. Y/N and I both came from large families; both of us are the youngest of seven. We were fine having that many kids. Just know though there aren’t any more Wood children coming,” Oliver grinned. “And don’t believe that rumor that all of our kids are named after types of wood unknowingly or fun. It was the result of losing a series of bets.”

“What?”

The reporter paused in thought. “Oh my Merlin. Your children are all named after types of wood. You did that on purpose? Because of bets?”

Oliver blinked. “No…”

“But you just said—” Oliver stared at the reporter, daring him to continue. “So when did people pick up on it?”

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He was so small. Granted, Rowan and Willow had been too. Perhaps he was bigger than them though. He was definitely louder. “He’s got quite the lungs to him,” you murmured to Oliver as you handed him your new son. “Rowan and Willow were quiet and pensive. He’s loud and ready to fight. Has been since the womb. Hopefully the bruises will go away now.”

This third babe had been a handful—constantly moving and kicking the bruises actually began to appear on your abdomen. “Reckon he’ll be a beater if he plays some day,” You chuckled in agreement with your husband. “Hello there, Al. Glad you’re finally here. Your brother and sister are so excited to meet you.”

“Al,” you sighed lovingly, “I like it. Al Wood. Is it short for anything?”

“Alder.”

“Alder. That’s nice,” Silence washed over the room until your eyes flew open. “Alder? Did you just say Alder? As in the tree? Oliver, is our son named Alder Wood?”

“Yes…”

“Rowan and Willow are going to ma—” Realization hit you. “Rowan and Willow. Rowan Wood. Willow Wood. Oliver Wood, are our children named after types of trees? Have you named our children after types of trees when I am in a state of fatigue after birthing them?”

“Yes and no,” he replied. He carefully held the newborn close to his chest. “All of these names I suggested to you when we discussed it, and you liked them. I just suggested them in a different light. Rowan is a good Scottish name, and Willow is an old English name and a well respected magical tree. Alder...I don’t think I ever did mention Alder to you. I was hoping to get away with that one.”

You reached for your son. Looking down at him, you couldn’t imagine him being named anything else. “I can’t imagine him being anything else now. If we have more children, we will discuss this first. I just didn’t realize you so desperately wanted a theme. I thought you hated the name theming after your parents have done it to you and your sisters.”

“I do!” Oliver argued.

“Then why name our children after types of wood and trees?”

Oliver sighed. He knew there was no lying to you anymore. “I lost a bet back in Hogwarts to Weasley.”

You sighed. “I’m gonna yell at George when I get out of here. I can’t imagine our children being named anything different now, but still. I don’t care if it was his or Fred’s fault.”

“Actually it was Percy.”

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“You were married right before hell broke loose in the Second Great Wizarding War, and if I recall you even participated in it.”

“Aye. I did. Many witches and wizards in the league did once it got shut down in ‘97.”“Did this affect you and your wife?”

“Of course it did. It affected everyone. Plus we were still young and so was Rowan.”

“Rowan?”

“Me eldest boy. How did you not know that? I would’ve thought you’d know the names of me kids the way you’ve been going on.”

The reporter shrugged as he jotted this all down in his notebook.

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Oliver had done what he could to help the light in the war, but his priority was his family. He had a wife and a son now. His wife was also expecting their second child. He laid down next to his wife. “Rowan’s fast asleep,” he whispered. “He went down quickly tonight.”

You smiled as you snuggled into him. “She’s being quiet tonight too.”

He smiled and glanced down at your protruding belly. “How do you know it’s a she?”

“I just do,” You were quiet for a moment before asking, “Oliver, do you ever regret how we did things?”

Everything was on track for you and Oliver when you graduated. You had both taken big jobs in the world of quidditch. You were young and everyone knew your names. Then in the late spring of 1995 you found out a baby was on the way. Rowan was born that December. A year and a half later you two finally got married in the early summer of 1997. Now in May of 1998 you were almost 8 months pregnant with the second baby Wood.

“I will never ever regret us or our kids,” he told you. “This is I guess just how it was meant to be. Do I wish that the world was safer for them? Absolutely. I wish we would’ve had more time to fight to give them a better world. I will do anything to make sure they don’t live under these conditions. I hope every day that Rowan doesn’t remember living in a time of such fear and chaos.”

“I am terrified, Olli,” you admitted.

“Me too,” he agreed, “But I will always be here to protect you. No one will destroy what we have created.”

Hours later he was summoned to Hogwarts for one last battle. You waited for him to return. When Rowan woke, you acted as if everything was normal. “Daddy just had to go take care of some business,” you told Rowan when he asked about Oliver. An owl from St Mungo’s arrived close to bedtime. You flooed your mother to stay with your son as you rush to the hospital. Oliver, with his confunded eye, grinned at you. He had a gash on his forehead and was covered in dirt, yet he smiled because they had won.

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“So did helping in the war aid your career at all?”

“That’s a stupid question.”

“I just didn’t know if it helped your skills.”

“My skills are and were fine both prior and after the war.”

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“Sweetheart, I think you need to get your sight checked out,” You told Oliver one morning before he headed off to practice. “You’re missing more shots on your right, even though you’re right handed. People are starting to pick up on that.”

“I still catch the quaffle,” Oliver muttered. “That’s what matters.”

“I didn’t say you didn’t. I’m just saying your reaction time is slower and more have been slipping through. You know, as an analyst for an opposing team I shouldn’t even be telling you this.”

Oliver sighed. “That’s the eye.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh. I forgot it was the right one. I thought you got it healed?”

During the Battle of Hogwarts, Oliver had taken a confundus charm to the eye. For a while his eye was completely confounded and unable to focus. Eventually the healers were able to resituate it back to normal; however, Oliver’s vision had not quite yet returned back to normal.

“It can still get a bit blurry and spinny.”

“You need to talk to the coaches, Oliver. That can be a danger for you,” you said. You wrapped your arms around him. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I know you will overcome this and learn to play with it, but I need you safe. You have a family to come home to.”

Oliver nodded and hugged you. “I promise, leannan. I promise.”

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“Was there ever tension or conflict when you played the Pride?”

Oliver shrugged. “Y/N and I had a deal. We would note interfere between Puddlemere and the Pride of Portree. Teams have multiple strategists, and while, aye, she was their main one there were others to take care of handling strategies against Puddlemere. As for me, in my entire career, I never played a game against them—even after she retired and took over the broom business. The main keeper during my early years and reserve in my later years always played.”

“Seriously? Not even after she retired? You could’ve. It would’ve just furthered your career.”

“Perhaps, but I also knew that if I did it would make me wife choose between her husband and the team she grew to love. I couldn’t do that to her. Plus it kept me in shape.”

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You saw Oliver walk down the stairs carrying your newborn girls and Al clinging to his back. “I thought you had a game today,” you asked as he set Al down and tried to put Holly and Hazel into the highchairs. Rowan and Willow followed behind them.

“”Play quidditch, daddy?” Willow asked. “We go watch a game?”

“Puddlemere plays Portree today. I never play against them.” Oliver sat down and started to feed the twins breakfast.

“But, Oliver,” you said confused, “That was when I worked for them. I don’t work for them anymore. You can play if you want to.”

He shook his head. “Today is for us.”

“Us? Like you and mum or the whole family?” Rowan asked.“

The whole family,” Oliver answered. “I’ve gone this long not playing Portree. No reason to start now. Besides, the team means so much to you, Y/N. I can’t put you between them and me. It’ll be a good day for us all to hang out too. Be a proper family.”

You smiled as you set the rest of breakfast in front of your children and helped Al get his food while WIllow and Rowan snatched theirs up. “That actually sounds amazing. Thank you, Oliver. Anything in mind for us to do today?”

“Perhaps the beach? The sun is out for once.”

“You just want to even out your tan line,” Rowan chuckled. Oliver glared at his son, knowing he was absolutely correct.

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“You could’ve had another few years to your career. Why did you retire? Your retirement came before your predecessor’s exit.”

Oliver thought for a moment, wondering if he should tell the whole truth. “I was a father to six. I had just found out Reed was going to be born—“

“Is Reed your sixth kid?”

“No he’s the seventh and final.”

“Can you tell me who all your kids are. I’m getting them confused.”

Oliver huffed. “In order there is: Rowan, Willow, Alder, we call him Al, the twins, Holly and Hazel, followed by Ash, and ending with Reed.”

“One more time.”

Oliver sighed. He couldn’t take much more of this. “Rowan, Willow, Alder, Holly, Hazel, Ash, and Reed.”

The reporter finished writing those down. “Got it.”

“As I was saying, I had just found out my youngest child was on the way and I had also found out some other news.”

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“Pregnant?”

You nodded. “I know we hadn’t planned this. It’s kid number seven,” You sat down next to him. “Oh Merlin, it’ll be our seventh child. We’re going to have a full team, Oliver. Al starts Hogwarts next year. Willow is starting her second year this year. Rowan takes his OWLS this year! The twins just started nursery school. Ash is finally no longer scared of the loo.”

“I’m going to retire,” Oliver said suddenly.

“What?” you gasped. “Oliver, darling, you don’t need to do that. Dorian and I run PopPop’s business just fine. You don’t need to give up your career. We support you. I support you.”

Oliver kissed your cheek and rested his hand against your stomach. “I’m almost 40, Y/N. I’ve been missing goals at practice for a while. Coach sent me to a healer during practice. There’s no more quidditch for me. Too many bludgers to the head. We make quite the pair. They found that part of my brain is swollen. I have to have treatment for a few more weeks and I’ll be good as new.”

You threw your arms around him and held him close. “Oh Oliver. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you to act differently in front of the kids. I found out all the details today though. I’m telling Coach tomorrow.”

“I can’t believe you have to do this, Oliver.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead. “I’m getting old anyway. This was going to happen eventually. I missed parts of my kids' lives because of quidditch. No more of that.”

“They’ll be heartbroken, you know.”

Oliver nodded. “What about you?”

“I just want you safe and happy. I will always support your choice. I can’t lose you, Oliver. You’re silly to think I’d ever let you near a bludger again now.”

Oliver chuckled remembering his promise to you all those years ago. “Poor Al. No more bludgers for the Woods. We’re gonna need to find a place to send him.”

“I ran into an old classmate of ours. She’s married to Marcus Fli—”

“I’m not sending me son to play with a bludger at Marcus Flint’s place! I’d rather take him to Weasley!”

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Oliver watched the reporter go with a smile on his face. That was the last one. He couldn’t handle continuously doing those. His agent was right; he just needed to write a damn book.

“Is the reporter done?”

Oliver turned and his smile became a grin as he kissed you. “Aye. Thank Merlin too. That was an imbecile. I’m gonna have to write that book so I don’t have to deal with any more of them.”

You grinned and hugged him. “I told you so. Come on now, sweetheart. They’re all waiting for you.”

“Can you believe Al is off to Hogwarts tomorrow?”

You shook your head as you snuggled into him. “That leaves us with four though. We’re not quite at an empty nest, Oliver.”

“I know. It’s just,” Oliver paused. “As I answered questions I just thought back to different moments in our life. Did you ever think we’d get here? That we’d build this...this...this empire of ours?”

You smiled. “I always hoped. I couldn’t imagine living my life with anyone else. Though our life is full of quidditch, in so, so many ways, you still made sure it was about so much more than that. Now come Oliver. Our little empire is ready to eat dinner.”

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“Are we almost there?” You asked Oliver. “I feel like we’ve been walking forever. Why couldn’t we have just apparated?”

Oliver chuckled as he gripped your hand tighter to make sure he didn’t lose you as you climbed higher on the hill. “That would ruin the magic of it all, leannan.”

“Can you give me any clues, Oliver? Besides the fact it must be a decent spot for a picnic,” You glanced down at the picnic basket in your hand. When Oliver had invited you to his home, you were excited. Never before had you been to his family home in the highlands. You had met his family at his sisters’ homes. “You know the only thing I know about the highlands is that you are from here, and you don’t even live here anymore!”

“We’re almost there anyway,” he answered. “This is a place me dad took me mum when they were like us. When I told them about you, he brought me in case you were my gu bràth. We’re in the midst of Loch Katrine. It can be a popular place for muggle photographers to come take photos but they’re quite intimidated by this mountain, thanks to magic.”

Oliver helped you climb up a few more meters. You saw the giant grin on his face. This must be someplace special. He was just as excited as if they were about to jump right into a game of quidditch. You set the basket down and felt his hand squeeze yours. “Look at it, leannan. It’s beautiful.”

Finally you turned to join him, and he wasn’t wrong The area of Loch Katrine was gorgeous as the leaves had started to change. “This is beautiful, Oliver. It is absolutely gorgeous here.”

His smile grew and he pulled you closer. Your head rested on his chest and listened to the sound of his beating heart. Afterwhile he whispered, “I have found strength in your arms. We have built the foundation for an amazing love, and you will always rule my heart. Nobody can or will ever destroy what we have.”

You burrowed closer into his chest and felt his arms wrap around you more. Oliver had always been a ray of hope, and you knew he would continue to be one for you. You knew, you could feel your relationship growing in many ways at that moment. You hoped to Merlin, as you looked across the Scottish highlands in the arms of the man you loved, that someday you would build an indestructible empire with him. It is what you both deserved.

#oliver wood #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood imagine #oliver wood one shot #oliver wood x y/n #oliver wood reader insert #hp imagine #hp one shot #harry potter imagine #harry potter oneshot #my own work #iliveiloveiwrite3.5k

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lemon-boy-stan · 4 years ago

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bruises, boys, chasers and detention - fred weasley x reader requested by @yourlocalauthor, anon, and anon. i basically merged all your requests into one. sorry it took so long. for the anon who requested x ravenclaw reader, i’m sorry i couldn’t do that. instead, i’ll probably make a hc. hope that’s ok. warnings: lee jordan. sexual references.

You'd been looking forward to the first Quidditch match of the year all the holidays. And now you were positive that the match was the worst event of your day that had happened. Fred got a week's worth of detention, you were in the hospital wing and Adrian Pucey had a broken nose.

The rest of the day was actually pretty good. The bad stuff started halfway through the Quidditch match. The weather was terrible and you could barely see or keep your hands on your Bluebottle.

You only just managed to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend - a whir of bright vermillion, maroon, brown and yellow. He waved at you and you waved back.

"L/N!" Snapped Oliver, "get your head in the game!" You nodded grimly and tried your best to concentrate.

"Oi, Y/N! On your left!" Shrieked Angelina, swooping to your right. Slytherin chasers Blaise Zabini and Adrian Pucey zoomed over.

The two of them grinned at each other before steering their Nimbus 2001s, hooking their brooms and going on your left and right side.

"Zabini and Pucey have cornered our beautiful Seeker of Gryffindor house, I've got a sinking feeling in my stomach here and a determined force in me - I think it's humor - that's telling me the two gits won't have a happy ending if Y/N’s boyfriend of - is it six years? - Fred Weasley is going to do anything about, I daresay the two pigs will find a lot of nasty surprises, sponsored by the Beaters in red -" began a gleeful Lee Jordan, sniggering loudly into the microphone.

You could only just hear Professor Mcgonnagall barking at him to shut up. You would've laughed at Lee’s words to yourself but you had other things to worry about. Blaise and Adrian had cornered you.

You gritted your teeth and tried your best to spot out the Snitch in the dreadful weather - you certainly weren't going to let a couple of dickheads ruin your chance of winning.

When it came to cheating, however, Slytherin house certainly didn't give up. There was an upset roar from the crowd and an assortment of hooting and cheering which came from the Slytherin stands.

There was a bang and a grunt and your shoulder made contact with the fabric of the curtains.

Your stomach churned from the motion but you were determined to stay focused - you'd only just seen the Snitch and now you tightened your grip on the handle.

"She's seen it, lads and lasses! She dives! She escapes the violent clutches of Pucey and Zabini, only just making it out by the luscious strand of hair over -"

"JORDAN!" Bellowed Professor McGonnagall. Lee snickered loudly into the microphone as you puffed before diving again.

"Right, sorry for the biased narration, Professor," the snicker Lee gave off wasn't very apologetic and it distracted you long enough for Adrian and Blaise to get back on your tail again. “Can’t really help it when we all hate Slytherin house any - alright, alright!”

Something, a bone, most likely, in your arm cracked as you smashed into the wall, taking all of Pucey's weight. There was hooting from Slytherin and an outraged roar from Gryffindor. Oliver was almost as outraged as Fred was; the Snitch had now disappeared.

You took another hit and then another and there was a loud thud; you realised that you were the one making the thud, soaring into the dirt below.

There was more excited screaming and snickering from the wave of silver and green and an even louder outraged roar from Gryffindor as you tumbled.

"Exhibition B shows us the obvious cheating ways of Slytherin House and what an incredible (and furious) boyfriend Fred Weasley is, oh, look at him dive, look at him dive!” grinned Lee. "Angelina gets the Quaffle, but is there really any point when all eyes are on our gorgeous Seeker? Something doesn't seem quite right with Y/N! And look at this, everyone, Weasley's face is as red as his mother's hair!" Lee cackled into the microphone.

"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall bellowed the words as the Gryffindor team flew down to your side. You groaned loudly, clutching your arm, gritting your teeth. “What’re you all doing?!” you exploded, “they’re going to win!” none of the Gryffindor team, not even Oliver, seemed the least bit frustrated about winning. George pointed and zoomed down to join you all. “Fred’s still playing, absolutely clueless. If he looked at what was going on more than he looked at her boobs, he’d be outrag -”

“JORDAN! TEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!”

“Weasley dives down to join the huddle of red and gold, you can’t even see any of his freckles, they’re all camouflaged with the hideous anger, if you have Omnioculars, zoom in, look at how pissed he is - going to be, even more so when he finds out his girlfriend won’t be able to - alright, Professor, alright…” Lee huffed before silencing. The outrage from the Gryffindor stands endured a battle between the cheers and hoots from Slytherin house as Stacey Linkman caught the Snitch. “Slytherin cheats their way to victory in this one…” grumbled Lee, “Slytherin wins.”

“Get out of the way,” you could hear and see Fred shoving Angelina and Katie to the side. Soon he was by yours, George pushed the rest of the team out.

“Think I broke…” you mumbled. “Arm,” you held your right up before cursing loudly, “ow!”

“I told you not to play!” Fred grumbled loudly. “I said ‘sit this one out, we’re going against Slytherin - your arm is already fractured!’ and you said, ‘no, Freddie, I want to play, it’s no fun watching you all!’ and I said, ‘well, fine, then, five Galleons if you break something,’ and you owe me five Galleons!”

You tried to cross your arms before realising you couldn’t, giving him a vicious death glare instead. “I’m going to kill those two cheats if it’s the last thing I can do…” he hissed, fire kindling dangerously in his eyes.

“No idea what he’s saying,” said Lee, still going on with the commentary. “Slytherin house looks like a bunch of smug cheats… and, look! Weasely’s playing doctor! Professor, let me have my fun!”

“Ouch…” you let out a small whimper, Fred’s eyes glowered dangerously as the Slytherin team walked over, smug smiles on each member’s face.

“Good game, L/N,” smirked Pucey, holding out his hand. “Let’s shake on it, eh? Oh, wait,” the rest of the team laughed loudly, cackling. “Must be upsetting, isn’t it, Freckle Fred, when your girlfriend’s the only toy you’ve got, you’re going to have to return her, you won’t even get fifty percent -”

“Fred, stop,” you muttered. “Leave it alone,” Fred took no notice of your words. “Fred, it’s not worth it,”

“Pucey has obviously said something offensive, Weasley’s face is even more red now, Weasley charges Pucey, Weasley Number Two doesn’t even bother to hold his brother back, this is getting interesting!”

“Got something to say, you -”

“Listen here, you little dingbat,” you were positive that you’d never seen Fred this angry since your second grade. “If you think for one second that Y/N is a toy -” he spat the words with disgust, nails digging into his palms. “You can go home to your little Death-Eater -” his snarl was furious, terrifying.

“Fred,” you muttered, “Fred, stop.”

“Come on, Fred, it’s not worth it, mate,” began George. You forced yourself to get up, knowing that Fred would never listen to anyone else.

“Fred, let’s go,” you muttered again, “come on.” He ignored you.

Pucey smirked in satisfaction, crossing his arms with a snicker.

“Well,” Pucey wore an even bigger smirk than he had before, “at least my parents spend their time with time-worthy people rather than yours with Mudbloods,”

Angelina and Katie let out angered gasps. You wished that you could shrink to the size of an ant - so small that not even derogatory terms would be able to hurt and embarrass you.

Because even George was angry now. Not as angry as Fred was, but still angry.

“Pucey calls Y/N a Mudblood, Merlin, he must be wishing for a good kick in the dick!” cackled Lee Jordan, a hint of disgust in his voice that only his close friends would be able to sift out. “Broken arm or two…”

“SHUT UP!” roared both Fred and Professor McGonagall.

“Aren’t you thick?” growled Fred, “haven’t your foul parents taught you to read a room?”

“They have,” snapped Pucey back, “and I do, only when I want to.”

“You over entitled piece of -” began George loudly.

“Who are his parents, anyway?” Whispered Katie. Oliver shrugged, watching silently.

Fred’s lip curled.

“One’s in Azkaban,” he stood his ground, and the other’s friends with the Malfoys. Bill told us last year,” hissed Fred.

“At least my parents taught me the worth of Muggles and their kids. Which is -” Adrian turned to you, “a big, fat, zero.”

Fred charged him.

“Don’t - you - dare - insult - her - or her - family - in front of - me - STUPEFY!”

“Fred!”

“Weasley casts Stupefy on Pucey, serves him right!”

Fortunately, Fred didn’t get all of him. He did get his nose, though, and because Stupefy didn’t really work on body parts, there was a loud crack. You and the girls gasped, covering your mouths in horror.

George shook his head in dismay.

Professor McGonagall, Snape, Madame Hooch and Promfrey came running down.

“Fifty points from Gryffindor! Detention, Mr. Weasley! A week’s worth -”

“Now, now, Professor Snape,” Professor McGonagall came to Gryffindor (and Fred’s)’s rescue, tutting loudly. “Although duelling is against school rules, Mr. Weasley had a very good reason for it - Mr. Pucey did break Miss L/N’s arm (with aid from Mr. Zabini, who will be put on a week’s worth of Quidditch ban, Mr. Pucey will also be spending that week’s ban in the Hospital Wing, and Madame Pomfrey will put him in her utmost care (although not too comfortable)), and I will be deducting fifty points from Slytherin for the use of derogatory language and violence and I will ask Madame Hooch what she would like to do.”

Snape seethed through his nose.

“Yes, Minerva, a week’s worth of Quidditch ban will be perfect for Mr. Zabini. Miss L/N may have to take a few day’s break and because Slytherin cheated their way to victory, Gryffindor win.” Madame Hooch waved her wand and you assumed that the numbers on the scoreboard had changed.

“Lemons really do make lemonade! Broken arms award ten winning points! L/N, break a literal leg next week, please!”

Gryffindor house roared with laughter.

“Alright, Miss L/N, Mr. Pucey, come with me...”

I suck at endings lmaoooooo. I AM SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE TEN YEARS TO WRITE THIS OMG THE OTHERS ARE COMING I PROMISE GUYS

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years ago

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-Where Was She?- George Weasley x Female Reader

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Summary: Taking a trip through Diagon Alley to help your nephew pick out robes and books for her first day at Hogwarts should of been uneventful, and it was until your niece was very excited to look inside a colorful shop, with a ginger with a top hat on top.

Kody: Ha, it rhymes. I am just hilarious. Also i’m giving them names, cause i can and if i don’t i’ll get confused lmao. Also changing some plot for this story lol.

House: Ex- Gryffindor / Half blood

Possible Triggers / Warnings: cursing, George being a simp, Fred being utterly confused half the time, that good fluff

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you were currently stirring a bowl of cupcake batter when the house phone rang. In a quick haste, you drop the whisk in the sink and ran over to the living room and towards the house phone. You pick it up and press and the call button before holding it up to your ear.

“L/n residence. Who am i speaking to?” you ask in a polite manner as you wiped your hand on the pink apron you wore. “Hey Y/n, it’s me Kai. So i just got a last minute meeting and i won’t be able to take Aedyn to diagon alley to get his books, robes and such. I have money to give you and such”

you could hear the irritation in his voice, he hated missing important memory making moments with his son, but he really needed the money considering his wife dipped when Aedyn was born. You smile lightly, having not been back to Diagon Alley in year since you graduated. You missed it.

“no problem, i’ll make sure to take a ton of pictures for you. Don’t worry about it, i get to see some of my old classmates and i’m fine with paying- “ “-no Y/n, i’m paying” Kai tried to interject, but you made screeching noise with your mouth. “Sorry, can’t hear you. Your cutting out. Love you!” you quickly hung up.

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the day had arrived and you wore a black turtleneck with a burnt orange button up as well as black pants. You had just arrived to Diagon Alley with Aedyn and he seemed a bit upset. “hey dude, you alright?” you asked, nudging his shoulder with your arm. He shrugged, looking ahead.

“i just thought that dad would take me shopping, i know he isn’t a wizard or anything. It’s just-” you stop walking and crouch down to height “Yeah i get it, i loved going to Diagon Alley with my parents, but let’s make the most out of this yeah? Your witchy aunt has got your back!”

your enthusiasm seemed to cheer him up as the corners of his mouth turned up “Okay, the first thing on the list is robes” he says, pulling a sheet of folded up paper from his back pocket. You smile and stand back up “Robes it is, onwards my dear nephew”

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after buying about three sets of robes as well as uniform shirts and pants, you both went to get textbooks, which was super boring. Once you had finished stacking all the textbooks, you held them all by a string. Aedyn didn’t seem to want a animal, you didn’t either when you attended Hogwarts.

as you walked with Aedyn, you felt a tug on your sleeve “Oh, can we go in there!” he says, you look to where he was pointing and saw a shop decorated in orange and hints of purple. Looking up, you saw a statue picking up it’s top hat. Oh. OH. “the weasleys wizard wheezes?” you ask, looking down at him.

he met your gaze and tilts his head “Have you been there before?” he questions and you nod your head once “Yeah. Once. It was when it first opened though, so it may have changed” you spoke, shrugging it off. You grab his head and walk into the colorful shop.

how much has changed?

as you step in, your almost overwhelmed by the variety of things in the shop. It really didn’t change much. There were kids running around and parents who seemed displeased at there kids dashing through the place. A feeling of nostalgia ran through you.

“Aedyn!”

“Luke!”

your nephew turns up to look at you “Can me and luke check out the shop together?” he asked eagerly, making you chuckle. You nod once and both of the boys run off. You sigh contently and place the textbooks down near the umbrella holder. Stuffing your hands in your pocket, you began to casually stroll around.

the Weasley’s wizard wheezes. What a cool place. “Welcome miss. First time?” you turn to face one of the ginger haired twins in the flesh, wearing a orange sweater and beige pants. George Weasley. you give him a polite smile, collecting yourself quickly.

“Thank you. Um- no not my first time. I came here with Hermione Granger when you guys first opened.” you explain, tapping your foot on the ground. He raises a brow. You seemed to have spiked his interest “You know Hermione? How come i’ve never seen you before?”

you shrug your shoulders, making a clueless face. “I’ve been told i blend into the background, so that could be why” you say. He steps closer to you, analyzing your face “How could i have missed you? Were you on any teams?” guess you were playing twenty questions now.

you stifle a laugh as you began to walk around once more, the twin sticking to your side “No, i never liked attention. I did watch all the quidditch tournaments- Oh! I started the weakly quidditch magazine for the school” you say, thinking he remember seeing it somewhere or maybe he had read it before?

you watch his honey colored eyes light up “Oh! yeah i read that. Wait- if i remember correctly you wrote one just about me” his smile turned into a grin. Oh how embarrassing. You chuckle bashfully as you use your hand to cover your mouth for a second “Yes. I did. You were a quidditch heartthrob. It sold well”

you hear him gasp loudly and watch as he places a hand over his chest, where his heart was “You used my face to sell magazines?” he said. Wait a minute. “How do you know i put your face in the article?” you question, your own grin forming. A bashful smile makes a way onto his face.

“I bought one for myself” he spoke and you burst into a fit of laughter at his confession “Oh wow, Mr. Weasley” you say, joking with the formality. You both were now making your way back to the entrance, where you two had started your journey in the first place.

“Just call me George.”

you two then talked for what felt like hours, but in reality it was twenty minutes. You both had a lot of common interest and soon enough. The Weasley started to flirt with you. It was playful and cute and you found it adorable coming from him. As he reached to push a strand of hair from your face and loud shout was heard.

“Were late! We are so late!” Aedyn came running from the top story of the shop “Dad said to be home an hour ago!” and with that he ran out the shop. You E/c eyes widen. Oh shit. You quickly grab up the textbooks, a confused George staring at you. “Wait, your leaving?”

“Yes” you force out as you quickly rushed out the shop, George following. He stops in front and watches as you run away “When can i see you again?!- What’s your name?!” he shouts, catching the attention of a few wizards and witches passing by.

you give him a quick smile before you turn the corner, leaving his sight completely. What’s the fun in that right?

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“Hey George. I’m back!” Fred Weasley called out from the shared home. He raised a brow when there was no answer and walked down the hallway, he turns the handle of Georges room and pushes the door open. He sees boxes scattered everywhere.

George was sitting on the floor, looking through stacks of old school papers “What in the bloody hell is going on?” Fred asked, looking a his brother strangely. George snaps his head towards his brother and stands up quickly. “Do you remember the weakly quidditch magazine?”

“Yes?”

“Do you know where i kept the one written about me?”

“Yes”

“Where is it?”

“...I’ll be right back”

Fred left the room and returned a couple minutes later with an tattered magazine “Your article is on page 5-” George ripped the magazine from his brothers hand and began to turn the pages rapidly “Okay then” Fred walks over to sit on George’s bed.

“Found it! When George Weasley isn’t pulling pranks. He is expertly playing the quidditch field, just like yesterday's game. Taking out both Ravenclaw beaters at the same time. Charming, good looking, funny, and skilled. No wonder the girl’s of Hogwarts are fawning over Gryffindors beater. -Y/n L/n”

George smiled brightly “Y/n L/n, that’s her name..She called me good looking. Where was she when i was at Hogwarts?” he gushed, making Fred roll his eyes “Your talking about Y/n? How is she doing, heard her nephew is starting Hogwarts soon. I was supposed to meet her today, but i got caught up”

George’s head snapped like an owl towards his brother “You know her? Did you sleep with her Freddy? You horny bastard. You just had to sleep with half of the girls at Hogwarts didn’t you? Couldn’t leave anyone for me? First Lavender brown then Hermione Granger, now Y/n. What the hell man?”

Fred waited for his brother to stop talking with a irritated expression “First of all. I didn’t sleep with her. Second of all, we kept in touch because i thanked her for writing an article about me, like she did for you. Also! You didn’t notice her, because your fucking stupid. I’m making dinner” he announced.

he stood from the bed and walked out the room. George pouted “Can we have mac and cheese?!”

“No!........Okay fine!”

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fast forward to about two weeks and Aedyns birthday was coming up. He had taken a liking to quidditch and you wanted to get him a new broom. It was a bit chilly outside so you decided on black high waisted skin tight jeans, a light grey long sleeve t-shirt, and a heather grey and a charcoal colored button up.

“Quality Quidditch Supplies” you read out loud, this was definitely the place where she saw kids get brooms. You step in and began to look around at the broom’s, wondering which was a good fit for your nephew. You were looking at the Nimbus collection when a ginger haired boy jumps out from behind it.

you jump back a bit “George?! What the hell. You almost gave me a heart attack!” you shout. He smiles nervously “So after our last encounter, i found that article you wrote about me” he spoke. You rolled your eyes and began to look at the broom’s once again “Okay” you said plainly.

“You said i was good looking and charming. Y/n L/n” he says, a twinkle of pride in his eye. “Your also friends with my brother and didn’t tell me” he said, that pride turning into slight jealousy.”You didn’t ask” you said simply said, his eye twitched in irritation.

“Anyway, i was wondering if you could go out with me- like on date. Next saturday?” he says, you saw the hopeful look in his eyes as you looked from the broom to him. Aw. “No” you said, waiting to see his reaction. He blinks mindlessly for a couple of seconds “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have asked-”

“-I have to watch a quidditch match. It’s my job for the witch weekly. i report for the local matches. I would love to go some other time” you say, giving him a genuine smile. He rubs the back of his neck “That’s the only time i’m free this mouth! Oh how ‘bout i go with you?” he asked.

you shrugged “I’m okay with that. I’ll be distracted half the time though” you explain. He smiles happily “Wicked. Plus, i’d like to see you all focused. I bet it’s cute” he said, leaning in close, his hand placed on the shelf above your head. There goes the flirting again.

you pretend to not have heard him and reach into your pocket for a piece of paper and pen. He tilts his head curiously and tries to read what you were writing, but you shielded him away with your hand. “What’re?-” he was cut off when you walked passed him and grabbed a Nimbus infinity.

you walk up to the counter and pay for the broom. It was quite costly, but you didn’t mind. George followed like a lost puppy, until you both made it outside. You turn around and hand him the paper. George grabs the note and reads an address? “What is this?” he asked. Boys are so dumb.

“Write me sometime, Weasley. I’ll see you on saturday” with those parting words, you turn on your heels and began to walk away with a sway of your hips. George sighed deeply as a warm feeling invaded in every being “Merlin. Fred was right. I’m whipped.”

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the week spent apart was quite wholesome. George wrote you kind letters, sometimes flirty ones and send you small treats within them. Once he sent a pressed flower, a marigold. You didn’t think he have such a soft side to him. Each day a new letter came and you grew to like the Weasley boy more and more.

the day had finally arrived when you would be attending the quidditch match. You wore a black turtleneck and heather grey pants, paired with regular sneakers. You were waiting at the entrance for the weasley boy, looking up t the sky. It looked like it was about to storm. Hopefully it would clear up soon.

“Hey!” a bright cheery voice shouted. You look back down to see George coming up to you. His shoulder length hair was tied back in a ponytail, with loose strands framing his face. He wore a burnt orange sweater with white and brown plaid pants. Style.

you smile lightly and nod your head towards him “Hello” you spoke and watch as his honey colored eyes gazed at your outfit “Your looking ravishing, per usual” his comment made you snort. You shake your head and wave your hand “C’mon. I have front row seats” you say, making his eyes go wide.

“Woah! Really!?”

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you both were seated in the bleachers with an amazing view of the game. You took out a notepad along with a pen, getting ready to take notes. George watched you as the game started. You bit your bottom lip when you were ‘in the zone’ as you would call it. George would call it cute.

the match was highly eventful and George had a wonderful time watching, especially the small breaks when you would talk to him. He would occasionally feed you popcorn as your wrote. Gotta make sure you were fed. You secretly liked it.

the match came to an end when one of the teams caught the snitch and the crowd roared in applause and boos. George stood up, cheering while you politely stood alongside him, clapping your hands. The cheers began to die down as heavy rain poured out of nowhere.

people began to scramble out of the bleachers like ants so they could apparate out of there. You look at George who’s hair was damp, strands of ginger hair sticking to the side of his face. he was just staring at you “What?” you call out over the loud sounds of the rain.

“I had a great time. I wish i had met you in Hogwarts so i could of had a cool girlfriend writing articles about me. Is it okay if i make up for lost time?” he said, your heart melting a his words. How smooth. A smile grew on your face “i’d love that” you said and that was all George needed.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a deep kiss. Rain came down on both of you and your notes were most likely destroyed, but you were too in the moment to care. You two eventually left the bleachers and apparated to your place where you gave him a change of clothes and hot tea.

the day ended with you two cuddled up on your couch, next to the fireplace and it couldn’t be more perfect.

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Kody: the sheer amount of writers block this shit gave me was insane. Anyways, peace.

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illogicalpunkwrites · 4 years ago

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The Cave

Long time no see! Sorry it’s been a while. I’ve been in grad school and it’s pretty much sucked the life out of me. But I really missed writing so I figured I could write for my favorite character. Thank you so much for reading! Pairings: Leonard McCoy x Kirk!Reader

*Part two is here

Words: 4.8K

Warnings: injury, fluff, angst (?), swearing, badly written fight scene, Leonard and Reader being stubborn shits, Spock being a cocky shit

Tags: @bloodangelballerina @theweepingvulcan91 If anyone else would like to be added let me know!

“Captain.” Spock greeted as he caught up to his friend. Jim clapped him on the shoulder. “I must commend you and Commander Kirk on your success in Nuvaruta. Not many would have been able to complete that mission.”

“Eh, nothing we couldn’t handle. I’m just surprised she didn’t drop the artifact when she got hit!” Jim laughed.

“Well, it was only a flesh wound. A woman of her position is surely used to it by now. No need to worry about her.” An ensign brushed by Jim, yelping out an apology.

“She’s still my sister, Spock. Head of security or not, I always worry about her.”

“And captain or not, she will always worry about you.”

“Well-” They both got quiet when they reached medbay, hearing yelling and seeing Nurse Chapel waiting outside the door, acting like nothing was happening and playing with her nails.

“Nurse Chapel, is everything alright?” Spock asked and she looked up at the science officer.

“Oh, just the same thing every time Commander Kirk comes back from a mission.” Jim sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“How many times are you gonna be in my damn medbay! I swear you get hurt more in a day than an ensign does in a whole year!” Leonard bit and you rolled your eyes.

“How many times are you gonna complain every time you see me? I said thank you!” You replied. “You act like I’m ungrateful!”

“No you’re just stubborn as a bull!”

“Pot calling kettle black!” You laughed incredulously. “It’s in my job description to get hurt, it’s in yours to patch me up! But you can’t do that without henpecking at me every damn time!”

Jim, Spock, and Christine all waited outside. By this point in the mission, they all knew that it was better to just wait it out than to break it up.

“Henpecking?”

“Yes! I swear you like it when I come in because it gives you something to gripe about!”

“No because you coming in pushes me that much closer to an ulcer! Just get outta my medbay, I got work to do!”

“Gladly!” You walked out of medbay, looking to see the three waiting outside. “Hey.”

“Alright, c’mon. I need your report.” You and Jim walked away, leaving Christine and Spock near medbay. They walked in to see Leonard sitting at his desk with his forehead in his hand.

“Doctor, are you alright?’ Christine asked and he sighed.

“Yes, Nurse Chapel. I’m fine.” He replied. “Whaddya need, Spock?”

“I came here with no intention to talk to you, but now it seems I have. I would like to talk to you about Commander Kirk. Why is it that you two argue so much?” The vein in Leonard’s forehead seemed like it was about to pop as he turned to face the Vulcan.

“Because she’s stubborn and reckless, that’s why!”

“As are you.” Christine looked at Spock with her eyebrows raised and stepped back a bit when Leonard stood up.

“I am not!”

“You are, which is why I am confused. Of course, you are not as reckless as Commander Kirk but you are as much if not more stubborn. You both share a drier sense of humor, both care a great deal about those you work with-”

“What’s your point, Spock?”

“I believe you become irritated when she’s hurt because you care for her. The more she gets hurt, the more irritable you become. There’s a remarkable amount of tension between you two.” Spock clasped his hands behind his back as Leonard walked up to him. “You are simply worried about her and are too stubborn to admit your feelings for her. Meaning it comes out in irritation and rage, making her angry and irritable.”

“I don’t like her.”

“I think Commander Spock has a point...Doctor.” Christine interjected. “I think you’re also frustrated because you feel like you can’t like her. She is the Captain’s sister after all.”

“Good point, Nurse Chapel.” Spock commended. “It seems that she might be forbidden to our doctor.”

“A forbidden fruit, if you will.” Christine offered and Spock raised an eyebrow at her. Leonard rubbed his temples and she tried to hide her smile from him.

“Spock, aren’t you needed on the bridge?”

“Oh no, not for some time.”

XXXXXX

Crew-

We are headed down to the planet of Thurilia. It is a barren planet that has not been inhabited in over 100 years but it carries another artifact integral to the Nimbus mission. Don’t mistake it’s barrenness for peace, there are hostile Romulans also looking for the artifact. We must also be wary of dust storms and flying debris from crash landed ships. For this mission I will require Commander Kirk, Commander Spock, and Doctor McCoy.

“Got everything you need, lass?” You finished attaching your phaser, communicator, and collapsible kali. You missed your regular uniform, all of you required to wear a more suitable and impenetrable to the suffocating dust. It was too bulky for your liking but you knew it was more practical.

“Ready, Scotty. Just make sure to remember to beam us up.” You clapped his shoulder and jogged over to the teleporter. Of course, the only spot was next to Leonard. “Dr. McCoy.”

“Commander.” You noticed Spock looking over at the two of you and you furrowed your brows at him.

“Ready, Scotty.” Jim stated. You would never get used to the tingling of the teleporter. It would always be a strange sensation no matter how many times you used it. You all landed on the planet and you wondered if it made Spock feel the least bit homesick. It was a desert, but the sand was purple and the sky always dark.

“Alright, everyone make sure your masks work. We’ll only have a little bit of warning before a storm kicks in. Lieutenant Uhura will be watching that for us. It gives off a a chemical signature but that’ll be hard to pinpoint with the dust and the crash sites. If you spot any romulans, call for backup and don’t fight them alone.”

“Should we go off in pairs, Captain?”

“I think we should. Might attract less attention and we might find it faster.”

“I shall go with you then, Captain.” You and Leonard’s heads snapped up from your tricorders.

“Of course, Mr. Spock.”

“Jim are you sure splitting up is the best idea?” You replied and Jim patted you on the shoulder.

“Of course. I want you two to go northeast towards the strongest signature. Spock and I will go southwest towards the strongest signature.” The two walked away, leaving you and Leonard standing dumbfounded.

“That green blooded hobgoblin.” Leonard muttered under his breath as you started following the signature.

“You comin’ or not?” You called over your shoulder. He jogged up to catch up with you and pulled out his own tricorder. You were both silent, the only sounds coming from the wind and the robes you were wearing flapping.

“How’s your shoulder?” He asked and you looked over at him quickly.

“It’s much better now, thank you.” He nodded. However, he wasn’t looking where he was stepping and felt his foot sinking down quickly. “Leonard!” The sand felt like it was grappling him, staining his robes a deep purple against the brown. You grabbed his arms and started to pull him out, your feet lacking traction and eventually you resorted to digging your knees in and pulling him along as he kicked. The grip loosened and he fell on top of you, pushing you into the sand. He quickly rolled off of you and panted like a wild dog.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, this is why I hate space.” He replied and you chuckled.

“Welp, gives you one more thing to complain about.” You stood up, dusting off your robes and offered your hand to him. “Watch where you’re stepping.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it.” He took it and you helped him up. “This place is a death trap.”

“I dunno, I kinda like it.” You responded. “If you look closely, the sand sparkles a bit.”

“I just got a close look, or have you already forgotten?” You rolled your eyes and kept following the signature.

“You could’ve gotten a closer look had I not been here.” The two of you were silent save for the wind and the beeping of your tricorders. It was so peaceful yet destructive at the same time. No one could possibly live there, it had claimed the lives of so many and had become a resting ground for pieces of space travel. But the silence, the stars, it was beautiful in a way.

“Commander, Doctor, I’m picking up a storm. Might want to head for cover.” Uhura informed over your communicators.

“See any structures?” Leonard asked. You squinted down at your tricorder, the sandy wind already picking up.

“There’s a cave near us, if we hurry we can get there before it gets too bad!” You called back. As you traveled, it became increasingly difficult to move or see. You had to trust your tricorder and stick close to Leonard.

Suddenly, something whizzed by in front of the both of you.

Then another.

“Hurry!” You called back and grabbed his hand. From what you can guess, pieces of a nearby ship had begun to fly off. Each piece nearly missed you by mere feet. At least for a little bit.

“Ah!” Leonard cried and faltered a bit.

“We’re almost to the cave! I can see it!” You pushed him into the cave and looked to your left. A large piece of metal was bounding right towards you. You yelped and jumped in, right before the metal buried itself in the sand. You stared blankly as you realized it had blocked the entrance save for a small corner at the top. You turned around when you heard Leonard hiss in pain and saw blood soaking his robes. A piece of shrapnel had impaled itself into his side. “Leonard! Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine!” He snapped and you sighed, pulling back the robes and mask from your face.

“You lay down, I’m going to get some light in here.” You pulled out your phaser and luckily found a pile of rocks. You shot at them, making them burn a bright red and give off some light. “Where’s your med kit?”

“What?”

“We gotta fix that up. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Where’s your medkit?” you unwrapped part of your robes and made a makeshift pillow for him as he pulled out his kit.

“You sure about this?”

“You got a better idea?” He laid down and rested his head. You cut away at the fabric on the robes and he jumped when it pulled at the piece of shrapnel.

“Be careful!”

“I’m trying to be, you mule!” You snapped back and he stared at you.

“Did you just call me a mule?”

“A mule that’s gonna tell me how to stitch it up.” He sighed and prepared himself.

“Alright, hit me with the hypospray on the furthest right. That’ll numb it.” You did it quickly. “Now turn whatever’s in there.”

“What?” You yelped. “Turn it.” You did as he asked, wincing as it spun through the flesh slightly. He could still feel a little bit it wasn’t that painful. “Okay it turned, it’s just in my flesh, not a rib. Now pull it out.” “But that’ll make you bleed more.”

“Just do it.” You prepared yourself and quickly yanked it out. He jumped again and winced. “Third hypospray from the right!” You quickly injected it and the bleeding immediately slowed. “Take the device on the top left and do a criss-cross on it.” You did it, watching as the material tightened up and closed the wound. “Now clean it and let’s hope we’re found before it’s infected.”

“You don’t have a hypospray for that?” He just looked at you, making you roll your eyes. “Are you alright?”

“I will be.” You pulled out your communicator.

“Kirk to Kirk.”

“Kirk here.”

“Doctor McCoy and I are trapped in a cave by a piece of a ship. I’ll send you our location so that you two can come get us when the storm’s over.” “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Doctor McCoy got hit by a piece of shrapnel.”

“I’ll be fine, Jim.” Leonard called out.

“You two hang tight, we’ll be there as soon as we can.” You took off the rest of your robes, leaving you in a black top and pants.

“Are you cold?”

“No, I’m fine.” Leonard replied.

“How many of those numbing hyposprays do you have?”

“One more. I’ll let you know if it gets too bad.” He replied and you nodded. You were both silent as you took inventory of what you had in the cave. You had some emergency stuff but if the storm lasted a while there might be trouble.

“Thanks.”

“Huh?” You spun your head around and saw Leonard looking at you.

“Thank you, for fixing me up. You did a pretty good job.”

“You’re welcome. I think that’s the first genuine compliment you’ve ever given me.” You smirked and he chuckled.

“I guess I’ve been a little rough on you.” You sniffed in laughed and sat down next to him, getting close to him and the rock for warmth.

“A little?”

“Alright, alright, I get it.” He replied. “I guess I can be a little to hard on you.” You hummed in response. “Y’know you’re not that much of a peach yourself.”

“A georgia peach?” You replied and he rolled his eyes. “Look, I know I’m not the easiest person to work with but you’re not either. And we’re stuck in this cave together until they come and get us. So all we have to do is not kill each other until Jim and Spock come or something comes to kill us.”

“Comforting.” He replied.

“I try.”

XXXXXX

You were busy going through your logs on your PADD, sneaking your eyes over to Leonard every now and then to make sure he was alright. To make the time pass by a little faster, you played music lowly. Of course you two had to argue about what kind of music for a little bit before you just put on some Tchaikovsky. You had some spattered communication with Jim and Spock but the dust storms had picked up too much to the point they had to hole up somewhere too. Last you checked, they were still okay and the doctor had taken his last hypospray.

“So, why did you join up?” You were broken out of your thoughts to see Leonard messing around with a small rock in his hands.

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye on Jim, might as well be me.”

“That’s it?”

“I don’t really have a more noble or complicated reason. I didn’t really have any other place I wanted to go. Plus I didn’t want to stay in one place too long, I get too antsy. My parents did it, George joined up, Jim joined up, then I did. I get to strategize, protect, travel, and be with Jim at the same time.”

“So it was just the right thing to do?”

“In a sense. I mean, it’s always been me and Jim. I couldn’t imagine not being able to see him for five years. Jim always kept me out of trouble, I kept him from flying too close to the sun.”

“So you’ve always been a pain in the ass?” You genuinely laughed at that.

“Yeah, I’ve always been a little shit. But I’ve put that energy towards keeping people safe and annoying you. Now I’ve told my story, spill.” He sighed and adjusted himself a little against the ground.

“Eh, not much to tell. Wife left, I was a doctor that needed to get away, and found myself at star fleet.”

“I’ll never Jim calling me that day and telling me about you. He said you were some hypochondriac that nearly threw up on him in the plane.”

“And Jim told me you were his hot headed sister who couldn’t keep your trap shut.”

“And look where we are now: trapped in the same cave.” You mused. “Wanna play 20 questions?”

“What?” “I don’t know how long we’re gonna be here, might as well pass the time. I’ll go first if you want.” He sighed and nodded his head in agreement. “Alright, what do you miss most about Georgia?” You leaned against the cave wall on the other side of him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“I know I’ll sound like an old southern gentleman but sitting on a front porch in a rocking chair.” You sniffed in laughter and he looked over at you with an annoyed look.

“Hey, I’m not judging. It does make you sound like an old man. Ask me a question.” He thought for a moment or two.

“What are you afraid of? There has to be something.” You groaned and covered your face. “C’mon!”

“No, you’ll laugh!”

“I won’t laugh, I promise. With what you’ve seen and done, it has to be truly scary.” He reasoned and you shook your head. “Then what is it?”

“It’s...birds. I’m afraid of birds.” There was silence between the two of you.

“Are we talking geese or-” “Doesn’t matter. I’m deathly afraid of all birds.” When he didn’t say anything else, you looked up from your palm to see his body shaking with laughter. “Hey! You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

“With everything we’ve seen!” “Alright Hercules, other than space what are you most afraid of?”

“Flying.”

“Man you chose the wrong job.”

“Come over here, I can barely hear you.” You rolled your eyes but made your way over to the wall next to him, resuming you previous position. “What do you miss doing that you can’t do on the Enterprise?”

“I miss cooking. I love to cook and it sucks that we only have replicators. I’m a pretty good chef if I do say so. I make a mean skillet pot pie.”

“That sounds dangerous. I do miss home cooking.”

For the next fourteen questions, you found out a lot about each other. You both enjoy reading in your spare time, both think Jim and Carol should suck it up and go out already, you had the same favorite old tv show, and generally had a lot in common with each other. You told stories about your youth like when you fell of the roof of your grandfather’s barn, when you rescued a stray dog you found in some cornfield in Iowa, and how your father had raised you to become an old movie buff. He told you about med school and the time that he accidentally ate a hallucinogenic plant and was tripping for three days. It seemed like he could be just as reckless as you sometimes. He told stories of before you joined up and the adventures he and Jim were on, how many times he had pretty much saved Jim but didn’t think he did anything special. You would’ve hated to admit it before but you were enjoying getting to know him.

“After Starfleet, what do you want to do?” He asked. At this point, you were laying down next to him, sharing your robes as a pillow.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t cop out now.” He chuffed and you shook your head.

“I really don’t know, McCoy. This i pretty much all I’ve ever known. You can go to a hospital or clinic, I don’t know where else to go. I don’t want to be a civilian officer, don’t want to be a body guard to some stuffy politician.”

“You can settle down?” You snorted.

“Yeah, me, settle down.”

“You don’t want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. Yeah, I want to be married and have kids one day but I just don’t think it’ll happen. I have a difficult job where I get hurt on a daily basis. Not a lot of people can handle that.”

“You’ll find somebody, Kirk. You’re a catch.” You looked over at him with a smirk. “Don’t tell anyone I told you that.” You laughed and propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at the open area at the corner of the cave.

“Last one, what’s one thing you wish you had known more about before today?”

“You.” He answered and you looked down at him. “I used to think you were the most annoying person on the ship. I was always too hard on you and didn’t even try to talk to you without Jim there to keep us calm.”

“Why did we both decide to hate each other?” You laid back down next to him. “Seems like if we weren’t on that ship we would get along well.” You were silent for a little while. “Perhaps we’re both stubborn. I didn’t like you because you didn’t like me. From the first time I got hurt-”

“You’re Jim’s sister. Jim’s my best friend. The first time you got hurt, I felt an even more overwhelming sense of duty. I had to take care of you even more so than my other patients. Not only are you his sister, you protect us with little regard to yourself. You’re only afraid of birds, not death. I know this is all jumbled but...I think I was scared to get to know you because-” You noticed how his speech was becoming slightly slurred.

“That sense of duty would be even stronger.” You were both silent again. “I’m sorry, Leonard.”

“I’m sorry too.”

“How about when we get out of here we share a drink. I’ve got some damn good whiskey I think you’d enjoy.”

“Sounds like a deal.” You shot up when you heard banging at the front of the cave and grabbed your phaser. You slowly made your way to the large piece of metal and heard some talking on the other side.

“Romulans.” You muttered and hurried back over to Leonard. You cursed when you saw that he had begun sweating again, his skin pale and clammy. “Leonard, listen to me. I have to move you behind the rocks alright?” He nodded as his head lulled to the side. You grasped underneath his arms and began to drag him, noting that the piece of metal was moving slowly in the sand. “Don’t make a sound, alright? I’ll take care of them and we’ll get back to the Enterprise.” You turned to go away and find some cover but her grabbed your hand.

“Wait, Kirk.” You looked back down at him and he squeezed your hand. “Don’t make me patch you up again.” You smiled softly.

“I’ll do my best.” You hurried to a rock on the other side of the cave and waited for the Romulans to breach. It took them a little time but they finally moved the shrapnel enough to get through. You weren’t well versed in linguistics so you couldn’t make out what they were saying. They came over to the rock serving as heat and light and muttered amongst themselves. They knew someone was there. You could hear them growing closer and heard their phasers click off, presumably not to stun. You looked over at Leonard and saw his shaky breathing, you couldn’t let them find him. As they got closer to you, you finally popped over the rock and shot one of them in the knee and the other in the shoulder, stunning them. You sighed and almost went over to Leonard before a shot rang out and grazed past you.

There was one more waiting outside the cave.

You hurried back behind your rock and thought about what to do. You could try to get some shots out but he had you cornered, he’d easily hit you first. If he got you, then he would get Leonard. He could also easily ambush Jim and Spock. You decided your best option was to wait and try to get the upper hand if he decided to move closer.

You listened for his footsteps, grating the sand underneath him. If you could disarm him then you would get your chance. He wouldn’t wait for you to surrender, you didn’t wait for them. He was calling out something to you and even with the language barrier you knew he was cursing you out. As soon as you heard him close enough, you leapt over the rock and tackled him. You rolled to the other side of the cave and you tried to smash his hand against the wall so he would drop his phaser. You felt him kick your shin, then kneeing your hip and you cried out. With one last hit, he dropped his phaser but before you could get your shot, he punched your jaw and flipped the two of you over. You tried to shoot again but the shot just went to the rocks above. He now held your wrists in a crushing grip, willing you to let go. You did the only thing you could do and kick for some sort of advantage. You went for his knees, his stomach, any place you could think. He was starting to get irritated, he was starting to get desperate. He let go of your unarmed hand to grab the knife in his belt and your eyes went wide. You had to act fast. You grabbed the only thing you could, a rock, and hit him in the side of the head. He finally let you go and you scurried away from him, training you phaser on him. You didn’t realize how hard you had hit him and realized he wasn’t going to move any time soon as blood came from his temple. You hurried back over to Leonard to see that his eyes were drooping.

“Leonard! Stay with me!”

“Are you hurt?”

“Just bruised, I’m fine. Hang in there, alright? We’ll figure this out!”

“Commander!” You heard a familiar voice call.

“Spock!” You cried out. “Hurry, we need to get Dr. McCoy out of here.”

“On our way!” Jim yelled back. You looked back over at Leonard and held his hand.

“C’mon Leonard, we’re almost there.”

XXXXXX

The events on Thurilia changed a lot of things. It was noticed immediately that you and Leonard weren’t bickering as much. Nurse Chapel noticed that the vein in his head wasn’t ready to pop at a moments notice anymore. It didn’t seem as explosive. Of course, there was still an argument after he quickly recovered about her almost getting stabbed but it wasn’t nearly as tense as the others.

However, that wasn’t the only thing that got the crew talking.

Leonard was no longer in his uniform. Instead, he was in his civilian clothes that he usually wore once the day was done: a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt from his college days. He walked down the halls of the enterprise late in the night to get to your door, two glasses in his hands. He knocked and the door soon slid open to reveal you in your civilian clothes with a smile: a fleet sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. It was a little shocking for you to see each other out of uniform but it was oddly comforting. It had shown that the time in the cave had done a lot of good. You two visiting each other for a nightcap had become a regular occurrence.

“What movie did you pick?” He asked as he walked in.

“Princess Bride. It’s a movie from the 1980s.” His eyes widened, still shocked about your movie collection. “It’s got fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, escapes, true love, miracles!”

“Sounds surprisingly sappy for you.” He chuckled as he poured the drinks. You sat down on your bed with the remote in hand and rolled your eyes.

“Did you not hear the first part of that? What with all the violence?” He offered you a glass and you gladly took it.

“Yeah, yeah I heard you. It sounds great.” He sat down next to you against the headboard and you started the movie. It was a little off-putting how grainy it was but you insisted it added to the charm of the film. The movie continued and Leonard looked down to see the stars in your eyes as you watched. You were absolutely mesmerized by the story and kept telling him facts about the film. He noticed the tightness in his chest and coughed a little, hoping it was just the burn of the whiskey.

But it didn’t go away.

XXXXXX

Spock and Uhura watched with wide eyes as they rounded the corner to see Leonard smiling with two glasses in his hand as he walked into your room.

“Spock, tell me I’m not hallucinating.”

“I believe, ashayam, we are witnessing what you humans call a miracle.”

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars • 10

Pairings: Sirius Black x [F]Reader, Remus Lupin x [F]Reader Content: Language, possible errors, introducing more Marlene, unreliable narrative-ish Author’s notes: Ngl, I had to rush this one.

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Chapter 9: One Hundred and Fifty Points

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November rolled around signifying the start of the new Quidditch season. Inside the great hall was flooded with the smell of sausages and fried eggs along with the cheerful chatter of students looking forward to the first match.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were the first teams set to play and their relationship had never been so tense until now; even the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs who liked to join in on the playful raillery decided not to participate.

Whenever a Gryffindor was to pass by the Slytherin table to get to their respective seats or simply walk through the entrance, a hassle of insults and boos would follow and vice versa.

While both houses had their own tactics to mess with each other, the Slytherins had tactics that transpired off the pitch and were brought into daily life. It was a smart move, and some of the newer Gryffindor players allowed it to bother them even before stepping foot onto the field. The insults built over the past couple of years, largely because Gryffindor had yet to lose a single game since James joined the team a little over three years ago.

And since James was newly appointed captain, they were relentless.

In the days leading up to the match, whenever Y/N accompanied James through the halls, whispers of childish remarks like, “I bet Potty is going to go to the potty after Talkalot throws him off his broom,” and other insults follow him, varying from his abilities or his capability to lead his team to victory.

Despite the relentless jeers, James managed to take them in stride, constantly donning a bright smile. Not once had it wavered him or chilled his blood. If anything, he took it as a compliment and even bounced off of it with a witty response. A few times, he even repeated the insult, announcing it loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear before turning the joke on them.

But today, he finally cracked. Marlene, who joined the team last year as a chaser, was beyond ecstatic while James’ smile was non-existent. It was fairly evident to everyone who knew him that his smile and body language faked confidence in an attempt to mask nervousness.

As his first year as captain, James had an extreme burden on his shoulders. Stakes were at an all-time high to continue the three-year-long title holder of the Quidditch cup. He was under a constant microscope. Everyone was curious to see how James led his team. Not only did he have to prove his abilities as a leader but was also in jeopardy of staying captain for next year. His status depended on these games.

Additionally, the potential loss would be devastating. James was not the first pick as captain for this year. Charlie Bell, a seventh year, was supposed to take his place with James coaching the year after he left, but Bell stepped down, preferring to spend his time focusing on NEWT revisions. Although due to his time studying, Bell’s abilities were admittedly sloppy and began to worry James as he was not up to his standards.

Although in Y/N’s (biased) opinion, James had nothing to worry about.

He insisted on daily practices ever since try-outs were held in early September. It was even hard to catch Marlene who’d been James’ left-hand man of sorts. Today, the two players woke up bright and early in preparation for the first game. They woke up at six o’clock in the morning, to Marlene’s dismay, and went for a light jog and a quick exercise. The rest of the Gryffindor team was there and went over their ground plan again.

Y/N had seen a few of their practices to support them and bring any food incase they missed breakfast or dinner. James was absolutely merciful. Like any good captain, he listened and attended to the needs of his players, but he held Marlene’s opinion higher than the rest.

Rumours floated around the two and she was excited to see if they held true. Both players had become great partners and were almost unstoppable on the field. Because of this, it was highly anticipated that Gryffindor was going to win, especially with how gruelling James’ coaching methods were compared to former captains. Bets were placed ranging from Knuts, Sickles and Galleons.

Due to the overwhelming pressure, James was at a loss for words, for once. His anxiety spiked and the only person who could talk any sense into was Marlene; both sharing an odd, yet special bond.

Even in the days leading up, Mcgonagall, who she’d found out was very gifted and a huge fan of the sport, took notice of his unusual and quiet behaviour. McGonagall let loose, avoiding giving out homework for the week. She had even opted to avoid giving James any.

It was quite clear McGonagall had a soft spot for the marauders, often letting them do as they pleased while at harshest, taking away house points and sparingly handing them detentions. James, of course, had been using this to his advantage as he pleaded to give the entire Gryffindor team no homework using the famous ‘but we have practice!’ excuse.

When she arrived in the hall with Dorcas, the moment they walked through the entrance, the Slytherin table booed in their direction but was rivalled with a thunderous welcome from the Gryffindor table. Everyone in sight wore red and gold.

James had a vice-grip on Quidditch Through the Ages while in the other hand, tried but failed, to shovel potatoes in his mouth. Marlene sat on his left, reviewing several techniques they could use last minute that the Slytherins may not expect coming. They were already wearing their jerseys. Plastered on Marlene’s chest in bright yellow was the number 6 while James was 7. Their uniforms were identical aside from the pin on James’ shirt that caught everyone’s attention. A shiny new captain’s badge sitting proudly on his chest.

Both were talking to each other rapidly, barely registering their friends sitting down beside them.

“Don’t be thick,” said Marlene, “This is going to work. Stop second-guessing.”

“I’m mental. Abso-fucking-bloody-mental … What was I thinking?”

“Potter,” she scolds, “get it together. Now, in about an hour, we’re going to be walking on the pitch. We’ve practiced for hours — days even — much more than the Slytherins have. You were made captain for a reason and we have back-up plans. We’re beyond ready.”

He sighs, taking a deep inhale. “Okay… Okay.”

Within a few seconds, the air around him shifts and James' assertive and authoritative side takes over. “What were you suggesting earlier?”

“We have to go underneath and cut them off. Trust me, they won’t expect it.”

“Where do you want me?”

“What broom model do you have?”

“Nimbus 1984.”

Marlene scoffs, “Should’ve known, Mr. ‘Trust fund’ Potter. Anyway, yours is the fastest and newest — ought to be the first one to cut ‘em. Lead the way.”

James stops to ponder before bobbing his head in agreement, “Sounds good, but Bell?”

“— do you think he can do it?”

“Not sure. Maybe he will once the rush comes — no — we can use him as a decoy then.”

The sudden uproar of cheers and boos of both Gryffindors and Slytherins attempting to drown each other reached the table’s ears again, James looked down at his lap. Even Marlene’s leg started bouncing up and down.

Lily was about to make a harmless jab before Marlene’s eyes shot up to her, shaking her head warningly.

James was truly losing his shit inside and out.

“Mental,” he grumbles out. He barely registers his body move on its own accord. Marlene followed his lead, getting up with him before his attention was drawn back to everyone in front of him.

“You coming, right? Gotta see my moves,” James tries to joke, looking at Y/N.

“She better or I’ll drag her onto the field.” Marlene cuts in. Judging by the burning look in her eyes, Marlene was far from joking.

“Of course I will.” She then directs the next sentence mostly to James, “You’re going to crush them.”

A nod of approval comes from both players. Marlene’s chest puffs out from the praise, even going as far to dramatically flick her hair over her shoulder while James seems to relax considerably.

“Of course we are. You are talking to the King of Quidditch.”

“Hem hem — and queen!”

“My bad — and queen. We’re going to win.” It was nice seeing his arrogant side back.

“Pff— that’s not even a question,” Marlene says, “I’d rather fling my body off a tower if we lose this game.”

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At eleven o’clock sharp, the entire school sat in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. From there, she could smell the fresh-cut grass, filling the air as cold steel filtered through her lungs. It was refreshing and tickled the inside of her nose. The seats were raised high, a warming charm placed on them, courtesy of Flitwick.

Flakes of dewey frost coated the field and stands. The wind howled as a few brooms whipped back and forth, checking to see if everything was in proper condition before the start of the game. Unfortunately for the players, stormy grey clouds were raised high and there was a high risk of rain or snow. It surely was going to make catching the Golden Snitch harder.

All the girls were there to support Marlene. Lily and Dorcas went all out and brought a huge poster. Streaks of red and gold were painted underneath their eyes as leftover gold tinsel from the Halloween party was woven into Lily’s hair. Many other students also held large signs, waving flags; even Y/N and Mary had binoculars secured around their necks.

A large lion was charmed onto the sign, moving back and forth before opening its mouth to roar. In bold letters, it read Gryffindor’s Weapon, McKinnon! Dorcas placed another charm on so the letters interchanged between red and gold, flashing similar to a new-maj diner sign.

Madam Hooch stood in the middle of the pitch. In a flash, the two teams came out, shouldering their brooms in a single file line from two hidden doors beneath the stands. At the front, the team’s respective captains led them to the middle. A deafening applause greeted them. Some players even waved back to the crowd for louder cheers.

A few rows down, sitting in the very front was Sirius and Peter, rapidly waving their arms around and cheering. Peter bent down, pulling up a sign that read Potter’s Preeminence . Even with the distance, Y/N could hear Sirius’ screaming. He wore a paper mache lion head while Peter wore the body of a lion.

‘YOU GOT THIS PRONGS! FUCKING CRUSH THEIR TINY LITTLE SNAKE BONES— LET’S GO GRYFFINDOR, LET’S GO WOOWOO!”

What caught her eye was Remus’ absence. She was under the impression that he and James were close friends, so surely he would have been there in support knowing that this game was immensely important to him.

Back on the field, the captains shook their hands. James’ head was held high, determined not to break eye contact first. However, the other captain simply smirked and leant in to whisper something in his ear before Hooch scolded her. When she pulled back, Y/N could hardly see James’ expression but she managed to catch a small glimpse.

He looked, well, she didn't know what his expression meant. Angry? Nervous? Annoyed?

This was her cue, “DON’T LET THEM GET TO YOU JAMES!” She shouted so loud that it managed to travel down to him. Sirius’ head whipped back, even looking appreciative at her encouragement.

James managed to hear and his head perked up. His head swivelled towards her, his frown wiped off as his confidence returned. Behind him, Marlene looked up to the stands and Y/N, along with the other girls, shot her a thumbs up.

Madam Hooch continued to give her speech. James looked determined, his head tilting towards Marlene as they nodded to each other in encouragement. Y/N was unfamiliar with the rest of the Gryffindor and Slytherin players, but surprisingly, Regulus Black was standing there. Unlike the other warm brown and golden brooms, Regulus’s broom was black, accented with silver metal. An odd mark was engraved on the widest part of the base.

Due to the distance, it was hard to make out what was engraved or what position he played before Madam Hooch grabbed her silver whistle, which was comically too big.

“Mount your brooms,” she said, the entire crowd hearing. She lifted the whistle to her mouth and gave a loud blast. The game began.

Fifteen brooms flew high into the air. The clouds covering a couple of players passing by.

The announcer’s voice fills the air. “Anddd we’re off! Gryffindor’s newest captain, James Potter, 7, has the Quaffle and— he passes it to Charlie Bell, 2. This is his last year on the team so everyone give him a loud cheer— he sends the Quaffle back to Potter— and he passes it over to Marlene McKinnon, 6, and— no— the Slytherins swiped the Quaffle! Captain Emma Vanity, 21, flies away and she dives— she passes it to Rhys Calwald, also a seventh year— McKinnon comes back and takes it! She’s— a Gryffindor is down! Bell was hit by a Bludger and— he’s back up, perfectly fine— Potter is by the goalpost and blocks off the Slytherins, speeding up. Above, Phoebe Dawson, 1, joined as the Gryffindors newest seeker. She’s high in the clouds, neck and neck with Regulus Black, 8, Slytherin’s seeker and— there’s a clear shot to search for the Snitch. The Quaffle is taken by Bell and— Slytherin’s chaser takes it! Chaser Lucinda Talkalot, 4— their beater bats it away from an incoming Bludger— Talkalot is rounding on Gryffindor’s goalpost— she’s close, Vanity is there— she dives— she shoots— and… and— SLYTHERIN SCORES!”

Gryffindors groan while Slytherin cheers and wave their signs higher. A roar of claps goes around.

Now Lily is screaming, her hands are stretched out, waving her large sign above her head, blocking the unlucky students sitting behind her. “THAT WAS ONLY TEN POINTS! GET THEM MARLS— YES! LOOK AT THAT DIVE!”

Down below, Peter and Sirius are mirroring Lily. "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT POTTER?! COME ON WE KNOW YOU CAN GET EM! YOU'RE DOING AMAZING! FUCKING CRUSH THEM!"

Y/N grabbed her binoculars, bringing them to her eyes. Marlene was high up, open for James who had the Quaffle tucked under his arm. He does not look over to her, but rather looks at Bell before he throws it to her, his eyes still trained on Bell. Marlene catches it and from the trick James pulled, she has an extra few seconds before the Slytherins catch her. Marlene speeds away as a Bludger is directed at her. Luckily, one of Gryffindor’s beaters already flung it away as Charlie came rushing close to Marlene’s side, warding off any Slytherins as best as he could.

The commentator cuts in again. “Gryffindor is back in possession of the Quaffle. McKinnon and Bell are flying closer to the goalpost—Slytherin's keeper is standing tall at their net, Ashworth, 3— they’re speeding towards— look! It’s the Snitch!”

The two seeker’s heads shot up. A low murmur spreads through the crowd as they caught sight of a flash of gold. Only for a second, they saw the little ball, its wings fluttering madly before it disappeared back into the clouds.

Slytherin directs a Bludger towards Phoebes before Gryffindor’s beater comes rushing up to swat it away.

Gryffindor still is under the possession of the Quaffle. Marlene and Charlie have been passing it back and forth while James comes back around. His body is pressed close to his broom. He does a funny hand movement, signalling to the rest of the chasers before they swoop down suddenly. Everyone is confused and Charlie is flying in the opposite direction, some of the Slytherins follow him before Marlene passes the Quaffle at James and shoots.

"— GRYFFINDOR SCORES!"

Another round of cheers echoes through Gryffindor’s side. Lily’s clapping slowed. She wanted to show support for Marlene, her house, but not for James. As the Quaffle is sent back up to the air, James and Marlene high-five each other discreetly before returning to their positions.

The Slytherins rush back towards Gryffindors goalpost; they're zigzagging through the air, violent swishes to avoid chasers from cutting them off again.

"Slytherin's in possession. Vanity is on Talkalot's right— passes it to her— shots— misses! Talkalot gets another rebound—

Y/N's attention is drawn back to the seekers. A beater is rapidly swatting away Bludgers as Phoebe is neck and neck with Regulus. Her eyes are stuck through the binoculars.

All of the sudden, a Bludger collided hard with James' broom, so strongly that Y/N swore a chip of wood was knocked off. His broom vibrates hard but his grip is still secured tightly to prevent bucking off. The Bludger was so close to his face that for a split second everyone thought it might've broken his nose. The crowd was cheering on intently while Sirius and Peter screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"

"FOUL!" Madam Hooch yelled. Gryffindor gets a free score on Slytherins goalpost. Marlene is the one to score.

"NICE JOB MARLS!" Lily bellows. Her voice is high-pitched and cuts through the air loud enough that Marlene looks over and gives a thumbs up.

By now, Slytherin has scored eleven times while Gryffindor was merely in the lead by ten points. Slytherin was rapidly gaining on them. Vanity and Talkalot were great at their positions.

"Gryffindors in possession! Bell’s got the Quaff— a Bludger is coming towards Potter again—” The iron ball was barrelling towards him, again. A beater shouted, warning him before James zoomed across the field as fast as he could. A beater trailed after him and swatted it away, narrowly avoiding being hit.

James ducked as another Bludger was rocketed in his direction.

"— BLOCKED! YEAH, SCUMBAGS — Sorry McGonagall!— Bell is gaining on the Slytherins and aiming at Ashworth. McKinnon is seconds behind— the seekers spotted the Golden Snitch!"

There was an edge of panic that soared through everyone’s hearts as both of the seekers dived down so fast that the chasers and beaters had to move out of their way. It was neck and neck, both flattened to their broom and the crowd only saw the glimpse of golden sparkles. Both reached out their hands.

It was only then a Bludger hit the back of Phoebe's broom, similar to James, causing her to lunge forward and off her broom.

Both seekers were laid on the ground. Everyone peered at the crash worried about their safety before Regulus lifted his hand, waving it above his head.

"I got the Snitch!" Regulus pants out.

James came rushing down to his teammate's side to make sure they weren't badly injured. He screamed for Madam Hooch.

After careful deliberation, Hooch ultimately decided that Slytherin won, awarding them the extra one hundred and fifty points. Gryffindor lost by thirty points.

"That was an illegal Bludger attack!" Marlene says.

"What the fuck?! That's rubbish!" Sirius screamed. Mary, Lily, Dorcas and Y/N groaned with the rest of the Gryffindors. The Slytherins chanted, waving their banners around and screaming as the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws clapped.

“Bell shoulda been cap, what were they thinking, picking the so-called King of Quidditch!” The Slytherins sang.

James, while still upset at the ruling, was more upset at his team member’s pain. Nobody knew what happened, but James seemed to leave Phoebe's side once he knew she was okay and stormed off in the direction of Vanity. Marlene grabbed a hold of his uniform to pull him back.

“James, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She seethes into his ear, "Don’t start muggle duelling!"

“Are you fucking joking?” He bits back, “I’m not going to hit a woman!”

“Then calm down now.”

Whatever it was, James felt himself cool down considerably as he looked to Marlene. “Right, sorry. Just wanted to talk some sense into her.”

“Dreadful temper you’ve got there Potter.” Vanity spits out. She walks up to him, a pitiful smile on her.

“You need to keep your beaters in check,” he spits. Sparks fly from his nose as he marches back to Phoebe. By now, Madam Pomfrey has her laid back on a stretcher. James helps her, picking up the other end and walking back through the hidden doors. The team shuddered, trailing after them.

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It was a devastating blow for Gryffindor. Everywhere Y/N looked, angry or disappointed faces would pop up. The team themselves were dejected while the Slytherins have begun planning a party.In the halls, students that made bets disappointedly slapped money it into the palms of students.

Nobody had seen James for hours. He’d left right after the game and all the marauders had disappeared, only reappearing for dinner. Only Sirius and Peter were at the table.

“— We were so close,” said Marlene numbly. “It must have accounted for something, using an illegal move like that.”

“You did amazing, it’s not your fault.” Lily cuts in, patting her on the shoulder.

“Now Potter is going to be ruthless for the next practices.”

A roar of laughter came from the Slytherins, a song chanting from their lips.

“Potter can hardly score a goal, he almost plummeted on the floor! He calls himself the King of Quidditch, well we call him the second option! Bell shoulda been cap, what were they thinking, picking the so-called King of Quidditch!”

“Shut it!” Sirius yelled, “You cheated! Bunch of gits.”

“Knock it off!” Followed Peter.

“Potter can hardly score a goal, he almost plummeted on the floor!"

Marlene cringes, watching the scene play out. Her grip on her fork tightens that for a moment Y/N thought she would have shattered the metal pieces. “They already won, what more do they want? A bunch of ugly toads...”

“Just ignore them,” Dorcas says. Marlene looked back at her, smiling reassuringly but with effort.

“He calls himself the king of Quidditch, well we call him the second option!”

“I don’t even like him,” Lily says dully, “But this… this is just mean.”

“Bell shoulda been cap, what were they thinking, picking the so-called King of Quidditch!”

No wonder James skipped dinner. Y/N turns her head to look at Sirius and Peter, both upset. A thought passes, perhaps it would be good to see how James was doing, but a small seed of doubt settled in her. If his best friends weren’t with him, then it probably would be better to leave him alone. But starving himself shouldn’t be the other option. As the Slytherins continued to sing, with teachers and prefects starting to get up to stop them, Y/N grabbed a nearby empty plate before piling on spaghetti and bread along with slipping a few utensils in her pockets. She excused herself, nodding to Marlene for comfort and slipping her way out effortlessly as teachers swamped the Slytherin table.

The common room was empty aside from James who was huddled up with his invisibility cloak, staring miserably out a window. Only his head was visible, the rest covering his body. It made her feel a bit queasy.

The fireplace crackled with every step she took. There were a few options Y/N could broach this situation,

She could walk around him like there were eggshells,

Or treat him normally.

She sat down beside him, a bit unsure, handing him his plate. His gaze moves to her, a quick smile flashes.

“Thanks.” He says, taking it from her. He ate in silence for a while, Y/N deciding to talk to fill the silence.

“I was thinking we should play exploding snaps-”

“Hey, look, “ he cuts off fast, nodding stiffly. His smile faded and a hard edge crept in his voice, “you don't have to try and cheer me up—”

“Relax, I’m not here to baby you. You’re doing that already.”

A small huff of amusement comes out, “Well then, mind if I play with you?”

“Of course!”

Whenever James won, and quite honestly he wasn’t the best, he’d make a small whooping sound. Even a few times she lost purposely so he would win.

That is until he spoke again, almost inaudible “You know… I care what people think of me- well certain people and I let them down today.”

“James, you didn’t.”

“I did —”

“Nobody is mad at you. If anything they’re mad at Madam Hooch.”

“Still,” he looked down embarrassed. “What are they saying about me down there?”

Her brain short-circuited for a moment; he would have to find out eventually. “They’re singing.”

“Great.” Although he didn’t look bothered, just annoyed. However, he gained a rush of enthusiasm with his next sentence, “Whatever, I’ll show them next year.”

A few games later, James left before the swarm of students came back to the common room. Again, he covered himself with the cloak and disappeared into the hallway. The spring in his step was noticeably lighter.

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bugsy-maria · 4 years ago

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Sherlock x Sister reader part 1 TW

TW: mentions of PHYSICAL ABUSE, RAPE, INCEST (If you think i missed one please let me know so i can add it)

(Y/N)' POV

age: 8

I walked up the stairs and walked to Mycroft's room whose door was open. he and Sherlock were playing deductions. They never let me play because they say that I won't be able to understand, but I want to spend time with my twin. I haven't spent time with him for two years, and all I want is him back.

"Can I play?"

"No."

"You never let me play Mycroft."

"Fine, you can play."

"Really?!"

"on one condition." He holds up a finger

"I'll do it."

"Great. so every time you get a deduction wrong. We get to hit you."

"Why?"

"To learn how bruises would affect someone like you." The game had started. Needless to say that by the end of it I was beaten to a pulp.

Age: 13

I was rummaging through Mycroft's drawers because Eurus said he took my homework.

" What are you doing in my room?"

"Trying to find my homework." I was still rummaging through his desk

"Shouldn't it be in your room?"

"Eurus told me you took it." my head was under his desk and he walked up behind me.

"Well, she lied. But if you wanna stay you can help me with an experiment." my head hit the desk as I jumped up. not once has anyone asked for my help.

"You want my help?!" I said as I spun.

"Yes, Sherlock won't do since I need someone average."

-TIME-SKIP-

I lay on my bed numb. the spot in between my legs was burning. it hurt to walk. I was laying in bed for hours. I had school in a couple of hours but I didn't feel like it. I haven't eaten and I don't feel like it. all I feel is regret, regret for not stopping him. all I can think of is what I did to deserve this. twins weren't supposed to help people do that.

Age: 24

it happened again. I got back home from a date and the guy walked me home. he seemed nice until he did to me what Mycroft did. speaking of which I haven't seen him in years. I live with Sherlock now. currently, I am laying on the sofa. its where I sleep.

Age: 32

I was sitting at the table looking up new cases that would be good enough for Sherl. I took a sip of my coffee. since there wasn’t much, left I finished it and through the stylophone cup on the ground along with all the others.

Sherlock came in through the door. I didn't look up though, too focused on finding a new case so Sherlock would get off my arse.

"This is (Y/N) she lives here too."

"It's nice to meet you, I'm John." I saw a hand stretched out in the corner of my eye. I shooed it away since it distracted me from what I needed to do. I had to find a case that would make Sherlock notice and be proud of me. it is harder than you would expect. John drew his hand back and looked at me weird. I don't really care what others think of me now.

I get up and the chair gets pushed back. I go to the kitchen, I grab a coffee cup and pour the old coffee that was made 15 minutes ago. I go back to my chair and continue to strain my eyes on the bright screen. Sherlock had been showing John around during this time. Mrs. Hudson walks into the kitchen and starts to clean up.

"What about these suicides Sherlock. Thought they would be right up your street. Three exactly the same." that's when I got mad. I didn't show it of course but I did look over at the poor old woman and gave her a pretty nasty glare. how could she be better at finding cases for Sherlock then I am?

"Four." Sherlock's voice filled the room as he looked out the window. "There's been a forth, but there is something different this time." I knew what he was saying. the police wouldn't have come for him if there wasn't after all.

Henry or whatever his name comes up the stairs of 221b. He and Sherlock were talking of what was different. it didn't appeal to me since it's not like I’ll be tagging along. I never get invited. I was hoping he would like me to be his assistant, but that didn't happen of coarse. why would it?

Sherlock jumps in front of me after he left. "Brilliant! Yes!" he shouted like a kid that got a shiny Nimbus two-thousand on Christmas. Sherlock got ready to head out the door, putting on his coat and everything. Sherlock ran out the door. I spaced out thinking of the time when me and Sherlock were close and loved each other very much. I always think of that time whenever he leaves the flat.

"Damn my leg!" I jumped at the shouting. thinking I had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry!" I shouted back before he could excuse himself for shouting. they didn't hear me. I am normal after all. most people open their mouths but nothing ever comes out and no one ever hears you. except when Sherlock is speaking everyone listens.

"You're a doctor." I looked over at the voice. Sherlock was standing in all of his glory as always that is. before I knew it John and him were out the door. before I could control my body I was out the door following. I was sick and tired of not being noticed. I was going to help. even if I died I will.

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j2hoes · 5 years ago

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Meet The Family. (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Summary: Draco finally visits Y/N’s family home for the first time. The trip ultimately brings them closer together. (Set during Order Of The Phoenix).

Word Count: 1,982

Gif Not Mine. Requests Are Open!

Warnings: None, I don’t think.

Draco's hand gripped mine tightly, his palm clammy and coated in a thin layer of sweat. He's nervous. If his hand didn't give it away, the look in his smoky grey eyes definitely did. Squeezing his hand, I offer him a bright smile as my eyes glance over his outfit. "You couldn't have worn something a little less formal?" As much as I love Draco's style, it really isn't appropriate attire for the occasion. His crisp white shirt is accompanied by a form fitting black suit jacket. On his feet are a polished pair of undoubtedly expensive shoes. It would be the perfect outfit if we were attending a meal of some sort. Not visiting my family home. "I don't see a problem with my clothes. After all I need to make a good impression." He tells me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "My family will love you! Now, sit down with me. My brother is late as usual." Taking a seat at the edge of the long, dirt road, I cross my legs beneath me. Embracing the warm summer sun as it hits my face. Draco looks at me as if I've gone mad and I find myself giggling slightly. Of course he won't sit down. He grew up in a manor of all places. "I'm no peasant Y/N." "And I am?" I tease, shielding my eyes from the sun as I glance up at the pale boy. Before Draco can say anything else the sound of a vehicle approaching silences the pair of us. When it comes to a stop in front of us, my brother hops out of the driver's seat. Immediately scooping me up in a rather tight hug. "This is Draco, my boyfriend." "I know who he is. Everyone knows the Malfoy's." My brother states, glaring at the blonde boy who has taken particular interest in his shoes, focusing on them rather than my brother. Hauling our trunks into the back of the truck, my brother climbs back into the driver's seat and motions for us to get into the back. Upon looking into the passenger seat, I spot our two dogs stretched across the seats. Rolling my eyes, I pull myself up, offering a hand for the still timid boy. "Are you sure this is safe?" Draco asks me as we take seats upon a stack of hay directly behind the back window. "It's as safe as riding a Nimbus 2000." Leaning into his side, we watch as the numerous fields slowly fade into the distance. The ride to my house is short, though by the time we reach the farm, I'm ready to be home. As soon as we jump out of the truck, my mum comes hurtling out of the door. A huge smile set upon her face, making her look much younger. "Draco! It's so wonderful to meet you. Our Y/N talks about you non-stop, always talking how much of a charming young lad you are." She says, wrapping her arms in a friendly hug before he even has a chance to react. By the look on his face this reaction is unexpected. Draco was determined that my family would hate him, what with the Malfoy reputation. It's fair to say that my brother isn't exactly the biggest fan of Draco. At least not yet anyway. However, I always knew my mum would love him. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs Y/L/N." He states, a small smile forming on his face. "Enough of that nonsense! Call me Y/M/N. You're family now lad, whether you like it or not." I can't help but grin as watch the interaction between the two of them. Pleased that they are actually getting along. The slytherin wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer out of instinct. My mum notices and although she tries to hide it, she can't help her smile from becoming impossibly wider. "Y/N, just because your boyfriend is here that doesn't exempt you from your chores. I expect everything to carry on as usual, do you understand?" My mum's voice switches instantly, from sweet and friendly to calm and stern. "Of course, I wouldn't dream of slacking off." With that my mum scurries back into the kitchen, presumably to prepare dinner. Taking Draco's hand, I pull him inside and up to my bedroom. My house is probably nothing like his. Although I've never been, I've made assumptions. Malfoy Manor sounds like the type of place that is all polished marble and sleek furniture. Whereas my house is wooden and practically falling to pieces, with odd pieces of furniture that simply do not match. As odd as it looks, it's home. Closing the door behind me, I look on in content as the blonde takes in my bedroom. He slowly walks around my room, careful not to miss anything as he stares at each poster and picture that are stuck to my walls. Kicking off my shoes, I flop on to my bed. Staring at the glow in the dark stars that are still stuck to my ceiling. "I'm sorry its so messy and childish. It hasn't really been redecorated since I was a kid." I admit, hearing the sound of his footsteps as he continues to look around. "No, it's cute. It's very you. I like it. I mean, it shows you had a childhood." Smiling at his words, I realise that Draco and I most likely had extremely different childhood's. His being controlled by his parents, telling his what he can and can't do, who he can and can't be friends. Mine being so relaxed and carefree, simply doing whatever I felt like. I feel the weight on my bed shift and Draco's face is hovering above mine. He looks so relaxed, something that I haven't seen him feel for a long time. Not since you know who came back. "You're so beautiful." He whispers. Pressing his lips to mine, I feel the happiest I think I've ever felt. One hand cups my face while the other is positioned next to my head, holding himself above me. My fingers comb through his perfectly styled hair, emitting a low groan from the back of his throat. His tongue gently dips into my mouth as the hand that was cupping my face slowly begins to make its way down my body. His cold fingers slide under my shirt and trace patterns along the skin of my stomach, causing goose bumps to form all over my body. Before his hand can travel any further however, the door is thrown up and my brother stands there with a disgruntled expression set upon his features. "Get off my sister." Peeling himself away from me, he sits at the end of my bed. Sighing slightly, I push myself to sit up. My brother has his arms folded and eyebrows raised as he spots my slightly swollen lips. "Mum said dinner will be in about twenty minutes. She also said you need to feed Chester and Ruth." He tells me, voice monotone as if he doesn't want me to see how he's feeling. Nodding my head, I wait for him to leave before moving. Pulling my boyfriend off the bed, I quickly shove my feet into my shoes and head out of the bedroom. We pass my mum as we dart outside and she simply throws us a soft smile. "Who are Ruth and Chester?" Draco asks, once we're outside. Smiling slyly, I don't answer and instead continue walking to the barn at the back of our house. The sound of hooves against the mud, catches his attention before mine. Looking down in disgust at his now mud coated shoes, yet he continues to follow me into the barn. "This is Chester and Ruth." I say, grabbing a bag of horse feed. Hopping the fence with ease, I begin to fill their buckets with food, only to realise that Draco is still stood by the door. A wary look on his face, as though he's unsure whether he should come over or not. Waving him over, I climb back over the fence and hand him an apple. "Hold your hand out, palm flat. One of them will come to you and take it. They love apples." I say, holding an apple out myself so he can copy my movements. Chester comes over and snatches the apple out of my hand, Ruth follows and takes the apple from Draco. Although he still looks somewhat scared he doesn't run away from them. Which I take as a good sign. Stroking Chester's head, I hear Draco's breathing begin to shake slightly, causing me to look at him. "Are you okay?" I ask, concerned for the boy. "Y/N, where's your dad?" The question was obviously plaguing his mind. Presumably the reason for his shaky breaths. He probably didn't know how to ask. Or didn't want to upset me. "You don't know? I thought everybody knew." "Thought everybody knew what?" He asks, even more curious than he was seconds before. "He's dead. Back when we were in third year he was killed by a group of deatheaters. It was all over the newspapers. It was all anybody could talk about at Hogwarts. I guess that's why my brother is so cold towards you. Especially since your dad's a deatheater." "Is that why you're so against the idea of meeting my parents?" "It was two years ago. I've been through the whole grieving process. I don't want to forget my dad, but I want to move on if that makes sense. If I meet your parents, especially your dad, I don't think I'd be able to handle it. At least not yet." Wrapping my arms around his waist, I rest my head on his chest. Listening to the sound of his beating heart as one of his hands strokes my hair gently. He kisses my forehead gently before bringing my face to look at him. "I understand. There's no rush. I love you and that's all that matters." My heart fills with warmth at those three little words. It sounds like heaven as they spill from his lips and I know that this boy has stolen my heart completely. It sounds silly but it's true. "I love you too." With interlocked hands we walk back to the house just as mum is placing dinner on the table. Taking our seats, we wait for my brother to join us before helping ourselves to chicken and vegetables. The stone cold glares my brother keeps throwing at Draco don't go unnoticed by me and I try my best to ignore it. That is until he tries to cause an argument at the kitchen table. "Don't you feel bad about the way your family treats people? Don't you feel bad that your father has killed people?" "Draco isn't his father!" I object, taking his hand in mine and gripping it as tight as physically can. "No, but he'll follow in his footsteps it's only a matter of time." My brother is looking for a reaction, I know that and judging by the fact that Draco is simply looking down at out hands, he knows it too. "Mum tell him, this isn't fair!" "Quit it. The both of you. Your dad wouldn't want our guest to be treated like this. Draco is apart of this family, so you will treat him like it. Y/N is right, he isn't his father. So show him some respect." My brother continues to eat in silence, looking at neither me nor Draco. I know he won't warm up to him easily but hopefully with a bit of time they'll become some sort of friends. At least for now, there is no more hurtful comments or icy glances. For now everything is peaceful.

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silverlightqueen · 4 years ago

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Mischief Managed: Restricted Section

Across the United Kingdom, millions of children attend school every day, studying Maths, English and Science, but deep in the Scottish Highlands, a lucky thousand schoolkids get to study Potions, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Whilst the rest of us learn names like Shakespeare, Avogadro and Fibonacci, they learn names like Goshawk, Bagshot and Scamander. Whilst we learn how to do algebra, how to analyse poems and how photosynthesis works, they learn how correctly use a Conjuring Spell, how to brew a Draught of Living Death and how to fly a Nimbus 2000. And naturally, school children will always find a way to misbehave, to get up to no good, to make mischief, but when you add spells, potions and magic into the mix? Let’s just say… they get up to more than just mischief. Welcome to Hogwarts.

hogwarts!au, Park Jimin x reader - comedy, mild sexual content

Rating: PG17 (discussion of sex, sexual innuendo, brief mentions of violence and torture, mild profanity)

Word Count: 2.4k+

a/n: check the masterlist before you read!! here is the second instalment of my new hogwarts drabble series called Mischief Managed! (I know it’s really quick, but I’m motivated atm so I’m just posting as I finish them lmao). thank you to the loml @silverlightprincess for proof-reading and editing for me, you’re the best! I really hope y’all enjoy this, lmk what you think, I thrive off praise lmao x

silverlightqueen masterlist

Accio (Summoning Charm)

Type: Charm

Pronunciation: Various, including: AK-ee-oh or AK-see-oh , AK-see-oh , AS-see-oh (US), and AT-chee-oh (Anglo-Catholic pronunciation)

Description: Summons an object towards the caster. It is able to summon objects in direct line of sight of the caster, as well as things out of view, by calling the object aloud after the incantation (unless the spell is casted nonverbally). This spell needs thought behind it, and the object must be clear in the casters mind before trying to summon it. The caster doesn't necessarily need to know the location of the target if they say the name of the object to be summoned, such as when Hermione Granger summoned some books from Dumbledore's office simply by saying "Accio Horcrux books!" while in Gryffindor Tower

Etymology: The Latin word accio means "I call" or "I summon"

Notes: The Summoning Charm is unable to directly summon exceptionally large targets such as buildings, or living creatures (except for Flobberworms which aren't considered to be worth summoning). It is, however, possible to move a creature by summoning things they are wearing or holding. It is also possible to bewitch items to become unaffected from this charm, as is the case with most bought goods

Lumos (Wand-Lighting Charm)

Type: Charm

Pronunciation: LOO-mos

Description: Illuminates the tip of the caster's wand, allowing the caster to see in the dark

Etymology: Latin lumen, "light"

Notes: opposite incantation, Nox, puts the light out

‘Good evening, Madam Pince,’ I say as sweetly as possible with a big smile, and the Hogwarts librarian looks at me over her glasses, her eyes flitting to Jimin stood behind me. ‘Miss y/l/n, Mr Park. How can I help you both?’ she asks slowly, nasally drawl nearly going through me, but I widen my smile even more at the vulture-like woman, looking past the hooked-nose and the shrivelled skin. ‘We’re doing a project for Professor Moody, on the Unforgiveable Curses, and he said that the books we need are in the Restricted Section,’ I smile, injecting as much sickly sweetness into my voice as possible, and I’m even graced with a smile as Madam Pince holds a hand out. ‘Note?’

Jimin drops the note from Professor Moody into her palm, and she inspects it thoroughly, holding it up to the light, before looking back to the two of us. ‘Nobody else has come asking about Unforgiveable Curse books in the Restricted Section,’ she says, almost suspicious, and I’m worried she’s going to refuse us entry – all we’ll be able to write of our essay is the title if we can’t go in and research. ‘We were all given different topics,’ Jimin replies pleasantly with his award-winning smile, and she gives one curt nod. ‘You have an hour and a half, not a moment longer,’ she says, waving her wand at the rope which cordons off the Restricted Section, the rope disappearing, and Jimin and I exchange a victorious glance. ‘Thank you, Madam Pince,’ we chorus, and she nods, waving us away with a ‘hurry along. And don’t touch the chained-up books! You’ll regret it if you do!’

We quickly head into the Restricted Section, the rope reappearing behind us, and I stop in my tracks, having to take a few moments to let my eyes readjust to the darkness. ‘Would it kill them to invest in a couple more lamps?’ Jimin mutters, putting his hand around my wrist and pulling me along behind him. The Restricted Section isn’t that big, only a few shelves on either side of us, but the darkness and the shadows make me feel like hundreds of scary things could be hiding in here, ready to pounce.

‘Lumos,’ Jimin whispers, a sudden burst of light appearing from the tip of his wand, and I feel a little better after he does so, grabbing my wand and doing the same. ‘Where do we start?’ Jimin asks, letting go of my hand, and I suddenly feel vulnerable, quickly reaching for him again, and he turns to me with an amused raise of his eyebrow. ‘Are you scared, y/n? Not very Slytherin of you,’ Jimin teases, and I roll my eyes, keeping a firm grip on his hand. ‘Shut it.’ ‘Well, I can’t hold your hand the entire time. We’ve got to actually look through the books,’ he says, and I sigh, reluctantly letting go and ignoring his laughter as I turn to look at the closest shelf.

I hold up my wand, the light from the tip streaming out onto the spines of the books, illuminating the titles. None of them seem relevant to the Unforgiveable Curses – they’re about potions or evil wizards or dark magic that’s been banned by the Ministry. But then, any of them could mention the Unforgiveable Curses, and I realise just how vague this project topic is. ‘Found anything?’ I hear Jimin’s disembodied voice echo from the other side of the shelves. ‘Nope, not yet,’ I call back, and he lets out a sigh, both of us resuming our searching in silence.

‘Here, I found one,’ Jimin says, and I can’t get to him quick enough, feeling uneasy being around all these… evil books, and in the dark, no less. The tip of his wand is resting against a book titled, ‘Magick Moste Evile’ and I use my wand to pull it off the shelf, reluctant to touch it. ‘You flip through it, see if you can find anything, and I’ll look for some more,’ Jimin says, already beginning to walk away, and I have too much pride to ask him to stay, so I just nod, looking down at the book. I use my wand to flip through the pages, and each Curse has a page dedicated to it, a little breakdown of each curse, how you perform them successfully, and their effects.

After skimming through those three pages, I’m curious as to what other spells could be in the book, and so I ignore the voice in my head telling me not to do it, and continuing flicking through the pages. Some of the spells and magic are interesting, like ‘Protego Diabolica’ (which creates a ring of fire around the caster – their allies can pass through unharmed but their enemies will be incinerated the second they come into contact with it), and ‘Fiendfyre’ (which they do teach us about, but not until we’re in sixth or seventh year because of how dangerous it is), but most of the spells make me shiver, like ‘Transmogrification Torture’ (which tortures the victim to death) and ‘Serpensortia’ (which produces a snake from the wand of the caster that attacks the victim).

‘y/n?’ I hear Jimin call, and I quickly flick back to the pages on the Unforgiveable Curses, feeling cold all over. ‘Yeah?’ I reply, and he sticks his head around the corner of the shelf beside me, making me jump. ‘You think they only have books on, like… dark magic and evil shit in here?’ he asks, a mischievous grin on his face, and I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously. ‘Well, what else would they have?’ ‘Sex books?’ he smirks, eyes sparkling with mischief, and my mouth drops open.

‘I- what? Sex books?’ I echo, eyes wide, and his grin grows even more with amusement at my reaction. ‘Yep. Like… the wizards’ Kama Sutra,’ he nods, and I choke on air, ignoring his stupid laughter. ‘Who told you about the Kama Sutra? That’s a muggle thing,’ I demand, and he looks like he’s stumbled across gold, a hand running through his jet black locks and his eyes sparkling when he says, ‘how does our innocent little y/nie know what the Kama Sutra is?’ I feel a little embarrassed, but I shake it off, rolling my eyes as I reply, ‘I grew up around stupid muggle boys, Jimin, of course I know what the Kama Sutra is. How do you know?’ ‘The others told me, Tae and Hobi about it.’ ‘Which others?’ ‘Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook,’ he lists off, and I gasp, offended, pushing down my confusion about why they were talking about sex in one of my very few absences.

‘When did you guys hang out without me?’ I demand, and he laughs. ‘When you were having your girls’ night with your little girlfriends a few weeks ago,’ he says mockingly, and I push down the temptation to hex him. The boys are always laughing at my friendship with some of the other Slytherin girls (Jennie, Nayeon, Solar, Jeongyeon, Irene and Tzuyu), saying that I’m too much of a bitch to have girl friends, but every now and then, you just need a girls’ night (and I have to have a break from the Gryffindors in our friendship group sometimes – they’re a bit much).

‘Well, no, I don’t think they have a wizards’ Kama Sutra in here. It probably doesn’t even exist,’ I murmur, reaching into my robes and pulling out my mobile phone to take pictures of the relevant pages in the book in front of me. We don’t get service here, because of the magic and because of how far out in the countryside we are (sometimes I’m lucky and get one bar down in Hogsmeade – it’s pretty rare though), but it’s good for taking pictures of books in the library so that I don’t have to take notes on parchment and then copy those notes into an essay. ‘I beg to differ. There had to have been someone who’s used magic to have freaky sex, and they have to have published it somewhere,’ Jimin says offhandedly, and I pull a face at him, not wanting to imagine the kind of things that would be published in a wizards’ book of sex positions.

‘Why are you, like, interested in finding it? It’s not like you need it,’ I tease, and he lets out a mocking laugh, rolling his eyes. ‘I’ll have you know that Jennie asked me to go down to Hogsmeade with her next weekend,’ he says proudly, and I look at him in surprise, ignoring the tense feeling that tightens my chest. ‘She did? She didn’t… tell me anything,’ I say, voice soft with shock, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘I’m surprised. You girls tell each other everything, right?’ he says, and I nod. ‘Well, we’re supposed to anyway. But whatever, it’s fine. She’s allowed to have her secrets,’ I say neutrally, using my wand to lift ‘Magick Moste Evile’ back onto the shelf.

‘Just because she’s asked you to Hogsmeade with her, it doesn’t mean you need the wizards’ Kama Sutra,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow with a smirk. ‘We’ll see,’ he replies, and I shoot him a dirty look. ‘Men are so trash. I wish I was lesbian sometimes,’ I say mildly, continuing to search through the books, and Jimin closes his eyes, pressing his fingers to his temples. ‘Hold on, don’t say anything, let me just. Oh, yeah, that’s imprinted on my brain now,’ he says, and I let out a disgusted noise, reaching out to swat at him, and he dodges my hand with a mischievous grin. ‘Pervert.’ ‘I was joking.’ ‘I’m not sure I believe you.’ ‘Yeah, don’t.’

I roll my eyes, turning away from him and searching for more books, aware that our time is running out, and I want to find enough information to write a good essay – I don’t really want to get on the wrong side of Professor Moody. ‘This is getting boring,’ Jimin says, and I recognise his tone. It’s when he has an idea, and he’s waiting for me to agree that it’s boring, so that he can enact his idea, so I side-eye him. ‘What’s your idea?’ I ask, and he laughs, before holding up his wand. ‘Accio Unforgiveable Curse books,’ he says, and before he’s even finished speaking, I know it’s a bad idea.

The second the words leave his mouth, several loud thuds sound, and I drop to the floor, ducking from the several books that are (inevitably) about to fly towards us. A couple dozen books in total zoom through the air towards Jimin, and he shields himself, wrapping his arms around himself and tucking his head down as they make contact with his body, one of them hitting top of his head and another the area between his legs. I hold a hand over my mouth to stop the laughter from bursting out, especially when he looks at me, pouting.

‘What was that?’ we hear Madam Pince’s shrill voice echo, and my amusement is replaced by panic. Luckily, I’m a quick thinker, and I call back, ‘nothing to worry about, Madam Pince! Jimin just tripped on his robes, but he’s fine!’ Jimin shoots me a dirty look and I smile back angelically as Madam Pince replies, ‘if you say so. Remember, you only have 47 minutes and 24 seconds!’ Jimin scowls in the direction of her voice, and I have to stifle more laughter. ‘That hurt,’ he mutters miserably, rubbing at his head, and I roll my eyes as I pick myself up off the floor, dusting off my robes. ‘Will you kiss me better, y/n?’ he says cutely, pouting his plump lips and giving me big puppy dog eyes, and I scowl back at him. ‘You’re such a baby. This is what you get for talking about sex books,’ I say, and he rolls his eyes, before gasping with realisation.

‘Should I try the summoning spell to see if there are any sex books?’ he asks, and I scowl at him. ‘I swear to God,’ I say, pointing a threatening finger at him, ‘if you keep banging on about these non-existent sex books, I will not put your name on the essay, and you can face Moody, and tell him that you spent all your time looking for the wizards’ Kama Sutra instead of books on Unforgiveable Curses.’ ‘Excuse me!’ he exclaims, feigning hurt and clutching onto his chest, ‘if it weren’t for me, you’d still be searching all the shelves for Unforgiveable Curse books! And anyway, you’re the one who brought the sex books up again!’

‘Did somebody say sex books?’ we hear Madam Pince shriek, both of us looking at each in shock and panic. ‘No, Madam Pince, we said hex books!’ I call back, Jimin giving me a thumbs up, impressed with my quick thinking. ‘I should think so too,’ she mutters primly, both of us holding hands over our mouths to stifle our laughter.

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hardobservationpeanut-blog · 7 years ago

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The game

Pairing: Fred x Reader

Warnings: some swearing, drunk students, and maybe bad grammar (English is not my native language, however I’m trying my best)

It’s Saturday morning. You couldn’t sleep well because you were nervous. The big game will be today. Well… not the final game, but the game before the final game. If your team wins today, you’ve got to play for the Quidditch cup against Gryffindor. But before that, you have to beat the Slytherin. Which isn’t really a child’s play, considering that they always cheat. And Malfoys father bought Nimbus 2001 for the whole team! You let out a big sight. You have to look confident for the team. You were the Hufflepuff quidditch teams’ captain after all!

You couldn’t pretend to be asleep anymore. You woke up and started to dress up.

-You’re awake? – heard your friend, Diana, who was still in her bed.

-Yeah. – You said, and started to brush your hair.

-Today is a big day.

-Yeah… - You really didn’t want to think about that at the moment.

-You’ll win! Just don’t be nervous.

-Easy to say.

-I saw you play, you’re the captain for a reason! –You didn’t answer that.

-I’m hungry. Let’s go to the dining hall. – You changed the subject while tying your shoes. – You come?

-Yepp! – She jumped out of the bad and stepped into her shoes.

-You’re coming like this? – You smiled, pointing at her pajamas.

-Yeah. What’s wrong? You don’t like my Sponge Bob jumpers? – You laughed. Actually you were the one who bought her the Sponge Bob pajamas. You both were muggle born, and lived next door. It’s a wonder how you both happened to be wizards.

You were sitting on the Hufflepuff dinner table, among your team members, when Draco Malfoy, the seeker of the Slytherin team came up to you.

-Look out for yourself, you filthy mudblood! Today, we will wash up the Quidditch field with you and your pathetic Hufflepuff team! – Draco told you. The whole dining hall went silent. You could clearly hear the Slytherin table bursting out in laugh.

-Thank you for your concern, Draco, but don’t worry, I’ll be there today. I would never miss a chance to see you eat grass. – Now it was your teams’ turn to laugh.

-How dare you talk to me like that?! You have no right to be here at all! – He had a disgusted look on his face. It was like if he were to spit you on your face.

-It must be really hard for you, Draco, knowing that a girl like me will beat you. But honestly, don’t worry, I’ll send you a picture of the snitch to the hospital wing. – You winked at him, self-confident. You never were ashamed of your muggle parents. You never felt like blood is an important characteristic of a wizard. Or any human being. Knowing, that Draco can only come up with this against you, made you believe that you actually have a chance winning the game today.

-I don’t even know why am I talking to you? You don’t worth my attention at all.

Draco and his friends were laughing as they made their way out of the dining room.

-I’d be careful with that door, Draco! – You called after them. Draco turned in your direction.

-Really? And why? Your stupid muggle parents didn’t teach you how to use a door either?

-No, it’s just… I’m not sure, if you and your ego can both go through it at the same time, that’s all. – You said to him. A huge laugh burst out from the Hufflepuff and the neighboring Gryffindor table too.

Draco looked angry at you, took out his wand, pointing at you.

-You… You will feel sorry for this! Soon. – He promised.

-Why? Your daddy will hear about this? – Again, a huge laugh came from your and the Gryffindor table.

Draco didn’t answer, he rather left with his followers.

-Wow, [Y/N]! You are a sassy little monster, aren’t you? – Diana laughed, and high fived you.

-You bet I am! Now we have to win, not because of the Quidditch cup, but to show that stupid ass Malfoy, what really matters in life! – You smiled at your team, as they agreed.

-We’re on your side, [Y/N]. Let’s show them that the Hufflepuff isn’t something to toy with. – Cedric patted your back reassuringly. - We meet at the field. If we win… we’ll have a party at the common room! – He winked. He was a prefect, and everyone loved him, so when he says party, no one says no. Not a teacher, not a student.

-Thanks Cedric! – Said Dianna to him and smiled at you. – See? Even Mr. Perfect-Prefect thinks you’ll bring this team to victory. – She patted you back after Cedric left and stood up from the table. – I better get changed. You eat! You go! You win! – She shouted at you, as a jitter and left laughing. You smiled and turned back to your plate.

You were standing in front of the castle dressed up in your keeper uniform. Everyone was at the Quidditch pitch. Except you. The game will start about 30 minutes, but you felt dizzy, even sick of nervousness.

-Everything is okay? – A voice distracted you from your thoughts. You turned around.

-Fred? George? Why aren’t you at the grandstand taking bets?

-Well. It wouldn’t be so profiting for us. Everyone wants to bet on you. – George smiled at you.

-And we know you’ll win. –Fred took his wand out and waved it above your head. A glittering gold crown appeared above your head, just for a moment, and disappeared.

-Why aren’t you in the changing room, for the captain’s motivation speech?

-For what? – You asked confused.

-I knew Oliver is the only one, who wastes our time with the ‘I have a dream’ speech. – Fred laughed and put his arm around your shoulder. You both started to walk in the fields’ direction.

-What? Oh no, we have that too. My team calls it the ‘Oh captain, my captain’ moment. – You smiled and the boys laughed.

-So? Why aren’t you, giving them the ‘Oh captain, my captain’ moment? – Fred wouldn’t drop the topic.

-Everyone thinks I’ll lead my team to victory. Except for me. I don’t have that faith in me. I’m afraid they might sense that and loose theirs’ too, you know? – You admitted to him. Not like he was your friend, or anything. You barely talked before. You just felt like they would understand.

-Bullshit! – George laughed.

-It’s not about you, [Y/N]! – Fred smiled - They don’t think you will win. It’s about you and your team. You are good. You are a good captain! This morning, when you practically repealed Malfoy…

-It was genius – Interrupted George.

- Yes! That was the moment when everyone knew, the Hufflepuff will win! Slytherin sucks, they only can win with cheating, and bullying the others. But you didn’t let your team believe, that Slytherin has a chance against you.

-Yeah. When they say, they believe in you, they mean they believe in themselves. Trust us. We know. –George said.

You didn’t answer. You knew they were right. You felt better. Slightly. But enough to go back, and pretend everything is alright.

-Thanks guys. – You told them, when you arrived at the entry of the Hufflepuff changing room.

-No problem. – Smiled Fred.

-We were kind of hoping, that you would… I don’t know… invite us to the after party maybe? – George smiled ingenuously at you.

-Ahaaa, so that’s what you were playing at! – You laughed.

-Yes… but everything we said was true.

-Yeah, but you know, it’s not me, who’s in charge. Cedric is.

-We all know Cedric will do anything you want. – Fred told you.

-What? No he wouldn’t.

-Yes, he would. Especially, if you win.

-Shut up! – You laughed. – You should be up there, jitter for us! – You entered the changing room in hurry, so you could give the speech to your team. They need it, and you need them.

-WE WON!!! WOHOOO!!! – You and your team were screaming and laughing and singing in happiness. Diana ran down on the field, and joined you, among many other Hufflepuff students.

-You were amazing, [Y/N]! –Cedric hugged you.

-No! I wasn’t amazing, we were amazing! We wouldn’t have won, if it wasn’t for you, Cedric.

-I should go to the kitchen, ask for some treats for tonight’s party!

-Right. About the party… could some of my… friends from Gryffindor come too?

-You kidding? You can bring anyone you want! We’re celebrating you too, after all! – He laughed and disappeared in the crowd of cheering students.

It took an hour for everyone to calm down. You and Diana were on your way to the common room. You needed a good shower and you wanted to change before the party. The game was long, you had only a few hour.

-Hey, [Y/N]! – Diana and you turned around, just to see Fred and George running after you.

-We are your biggest fans! – George started to jump around.

-Ohh, Miss. [Y/L/N]! Please, would you give us an arthrogram? Please!! – Fred laughed and dropped on his knees. – That would make this day the best day in my life!!

You laughed, Diana was just standing there confused.

-What’s wrong with them? –She asked you.

-They’re crazy. – You laughed.

-Yes, we are! We’re crazy for you! – Fred jumped back on his feet, and suddenly picked you up, started to spin around with you. You laughed and screamed a little.

-Stop it, put me down, Weasley! – You hugged Fred, a little bit insecure, trying not to fall.

-Don’t worry, love, I wouldn’t hurt the queen of the day! – He smiled, and put you down eventually. You blushed and took a step back.

-[Y/N]? Who are these two clowns? –Diana asked you in confusion.

-Fred and George Weasley. The Gryffindors beaters.

-Yeah, I know that, but why are they here? – She asked and you looked at them.

-7:30, in front of the Hufflepuff common room. – You told them, and took hold of Diana, drawing her away from the twins.

-So… tell me, [Y/N]… Why are the Gryffindor beaters hugging, and touching you? – Diana asked, when you both were preparing for the party.

-They… helped me keeping my shit together before the game.

-Oh. I see. And why do they care, all of the sudden?

-I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out soon.

-[Y/N]. Just don’t fall in love with one of them. Probably they just wanted to come to the party. And don’t forget, you’ll have to play against them soon. For the cup!

-Honestly. I don’t give a tiny rats’ ass about the cup right now. Today we won. And the twins… well, they’re cute. Kind of… Fred’s really… uhm… nice.

-Yeah. Just don’t forget how was it, when you had a crush on Cedric, and he brought Cho to the dance.

You rolled your eyes.

-Fred’s different! His single.

-How do you know? You’re not even in the same house with him!

-Why are you so against him? I like him!

-This relationship is a dead end. And it doesn’t even started yet! I just don’t want you to get hurt!

-I won’t. I’m sick of being alone. I need someone in my life.

-Well, hello! I am someone.

-Not like that, Diana! Like… romantically.

-What? You hate romance!

-Ughhh for fucks sake, Diana! I need a man. Like… really. Need. A. Man.

-Oh… I see. – She laughed.

-It’s easy for you to laugh, you have Thomas.

-Okay, girl, I get you. If you need a man, I won’t get in your way.

You smiled, and looked at the clock. It was already half past seven.

-I should go now.

-Go, get him, girl! – Diana cheered and laughed as you left your room.

You ran down from the girls’ dormitory, to the common room, where the party already started. A lot of students were there, the music was on, and Cedric managed to slip some alcohol into the pumpkin juice. That man could really get anything he wanted.

When the people noticed you, they started to clap, and cheer.

-Here is the girl! Our girl! – Cedric shouted and everyone wanted to shake your hand. Cedric managed to break a way through the crowd to you. – Hey, [Y/N]! Want to dance? – He asked you.

-Uhm... not right now, I’m busy. Maybe later? – You asked, as you made your way to the door.

-Yes, sure! – He said, and you were gone.

Outside the corridor, you couldn’t hear the music at all. Cedric is a very talented wizard. You looked around, but couldn’t see the Weasley twins. You checked the time, they should have been there 5 minutes ago. You waited a little. About a minute. You turned around a little bit disappointed and wanted to go back to Cedric.

-Hey, [Y/N]! – Fred’s voice made you stop.

-Sorry, we’re late. Someone had to fix his hair. – George looked at Fred in amusement, while he blushed.

-Yes, well… I can’t look like shit around the Queen. – Fred smiled.

-Have the party started yet? – George asked.

-Yes, come on in! – You turned around again. – Chocolate Pudding!

The door opened and you entered to the common room. Everyone seemed to have fun. George saw one of his friend.

-Hey, Klaus, what’s up? – He disappeared in the crowd. Fred and you stood next to each other and you felt a little bit awkward.

-Fred?

-Yes, sugar?

-Want something to drink?

-Yeah, sure! – You went to the table, helped yourselves some pumpkin juice.

-Let’s sit down somewhere. – He suggested after a sip. You agreed, and found a less crowded place, under the stares. You sat down and drank a little bit of your pumpkin juice, hoping you can build up some confidence. Fred sat down next to you. At first, you two were staring at the dancing students, and drank. Fred started a conversation about Quidditch, and you happily talked about your favorite team, and players.

After some time, and maybe a few juiced up pumpkin juice, Fred invited you for a dance. You happily said yes. You made your way to the dancing floor. Fred hold you close to him. You could smell him. He smelled fume, wood, freshly cut grass mixed with some flower from his hair-spray, you guessed. The wood and grass reminded you of the forest, next to your hometown.

-Fred?

-Yes, sugar? – He had to bend down a little, so you could reach his ear. The music was too loud, you had no chance to communicate without shouting in each other’s ears.

-Haven’t you, by any chance, been in the forbidden forest recently?

He looked surprised at you. He smiled.

-Yeah, I might have. How did you guess?

-Let that be my secret. – You chuckled and rested your head on his chest. You couldn’t reach his shoulders entirely. He chuckled and bend down again to your ear.

-Want to go to a… more private place? – He asked. His breath tingled your neck, which made you giggle again.

-Want to go private, Weasley? – You smiled at him and winked. He smiled back.

-I think someone drank a little bit too much pumpkin juice. – He started to go to the doors’ direction, holding your hands.

-Is that a bad thing? At least I’m not afraid to talk to you! – You were really honest when you were drunk.

-You should never be afraid to talk to me, sugar. – He looked very serious at you, which, for some reason, made you laugh.

You two reached the corridor, in front of the common room. Fred was still holding your hand, leading you to… you didn’t even know where.

-Where are we going? – You laughed, trying hard not to fell. He noticed your disorientation, and stopped for a moment.

-You will found out soon. And if you allow me to help you, you found out even sooner.

-Help me? – You chuckled. – How?

-Like this. – He picked you up, bride style. You laughed again.

-I don’t mind. – He smiled at you. You felt good in his arms. Safe. You closed your eyes. When you opened it, Fred was standing in front of a wall.

-Wow. You brought me here? It’s really a magical place. Romantic. It’s a wall. – Fred laughed.

-Shut up, and look again. – You looked back at the wall. Now there was a door too.

-Wow… how did you…?

-Not me… the castle! This is the Room of Requirements.

-Yeah, I read about it… I didn’t think it exists, though. What is inside?

-Well… Whatever we need. Let’s check it out! – He put you down and opened the door for you. You entered the room.

-Wow! – You looked around. You stepped into a little, cozy room with wooden walls. Only a double bed was in it, nothing else could have fit in. Three window was on the other three walls, and the view… Man, the view was beautiful! You could see snow, and trees, like you were in the mountains. – Fred, this is unbelievably beautiful! Or I’m really drunk… - Fred laughed. –Either way, it’s amazing!

-Yeah… Like you. – He said. You turned around, just to be face to face with him. He was very close to you. – [Y/N]. I have a confession to make. – His face was really serious.

You chuckled.

-Fred. Why so serious? – You burst out laughing, not even you could tell why.

-You really are dunk, aren’t you? – He smiled, and picked you up again, putting you gently on the bed. – I should wait with my confession for tomorrow morning.

You smiled at him and grabbed his tie, pulling him on the bed with you. More like on you… He laughed and kissed your forehead. He managed to hold himself above you, kneeling between your legs, placing his left hand next to you head. He pulled away a lack of your hair from your face with his free hand, and kissed your nose. You started to chuckle, as you put your hands around his neck.

-You should get some sleep. Okay? – He smiled at you.

-No, I’m fine, really. I mean… I’m more than fine! I… really like you. You know?

He smirked at you.

-You’re drunk. I will believe you, when you’re sober.

-Okay. That means… you have to stay here with me… until I’ll get sober.

-I stay happily. Until you want me to... – He kissed your nose again and crashed down, next to you. You chuckled again, and rolled on his chest, kissing his neck first.

-Good night, then, Freddie.

-Sleep well, love. Sleep well. – You felt asleep in his arms, while he stroked your back gently. It really looked like you found the man for yourself.

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