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startanewdream · 4 years ago

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Summer Rain

My first official entry for the @harryandginuary Bingo Event!

Prompt: O63 - ��I’m having the worst day and you've just handed me an envelope with...”

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It is raining. A summer rain that is not enough to relieve the heat of the day, but is enough to grey the sky and fill it with thunder clouds—and enough for her mum to forbid her of flying today. Ginny would complain—she is sixteen, for Merlin’s sake—but the truth ia she is not in the mood at all; lately flying just means her going as high as her broom allows, until everything down in the ground is just a huge mess of colours, and then Ginny can pretend there are no problems.

But she always comes back to the ground and the illusion passes quickly.

There was a time she flew alone all the time, whenever she could—but now flying is associated with the rush of the wind against her face, the crowd crying her name, the wings of the Golden Snitch fluttering uselessly in her hand and when she goes to the ground, she rushes into Harry’s arms without a doubt in her mind, and he accepts her, bending his head to place his lips upon hers and it is, as he once called, sunlit days.

So unlikely the weather now.

‘Ginny?’ her mother’s voice makes her jump. Lately, any sound is making Ginny startle, her hand already holding her wand, and she can’t help but look expecting to see an enemy or… him, even though it’s useless. She knows he won’t return so soon; it’s been less than a month since they went away.

‘Here, Mum,’ she calls back, not bothering to rise. Her mum knows she is in the living room; there is no other place Ginny can go and lately her room has too many memories too.

One memory, in particular. Sometimes Ginny regrets that birthday gift only because it hurts to remember it as much as it fills her with longing and happiness they could share one last… no. Another kiss. She refuses to think of it as the last kiss.

Her mum comes into the room; Ginny sees the worry in her eyes as she notices her youngest daughter sitting gloomily by the window, but her mum puts on a brave smile for her. Ginny returns it the best she can, though she knows it’s more like a grimace.

‘You got a letter,’ Molly says, offering Ginny an envelope that she holds with a strange detachment. Ginny knows that the people she misses the most won’t write to her anytime soon. ‘Hogwarts letter.’

That doesn’t bring any emotion to Ginny’s face. ‘Nice,’ she says.

Her mum caresses Ginny’s hair softly.

‘There was a time you couldn’t wait to receive your Hogwarts letter.’

Ginny closes her eyes for a moment. There are a hundred good moments she lived in Hogwarts, but right now she can only think of feathers and ink on her hands, dementors flying in the Quidditch pitch, writing with a quill that uses her own blood as ink, Dumbledore’s body falling limply on the ground under a green Dark Mark.

‘Well, things change.’

‘Ginny…’

A part of her knows that her mum is just concerned, but Ginny can only hear the pity in her mother’s voice and that is something she can’t stand. She already pities herself enough.

‘Mum—I’m having the worst day and you've just handed me an envelope with a Hogwarts letter as if things will be wonderful this year, as if we aren’t in a war, as if I don’t want to be fighting instead of locked away in that castle…’

She chokes, hating the tears that come to her eyes, and looks away back to the window, trying to concentrate on the sound of the rain tapping against the glass, anything to ignore that pain that threatens to tear her heart apart.

‘Just be patient, Ginny,’ her mum asks, placing her arm around Ginny’s shoulder and bringing her closer. ‘I know it’s not easy, but things will be alright. They will be alright.’

Ginny dries her eyes, nodding even as if she knows her mother’s words are empty; there is no guarantee for anyone.

‘Now,’ her mum begins, her voice valiant. ‘Let’s see what books we need to buy, shall we? The envelope seems heavy.’

Ginny opens her letter. A badge falls on her hand and she almost drops it in surprise.

‘Quidditch Captain?’ her mother asks aloud, replicating Ginny’s shock.

‘Yeah, I guess McGonagall already knows…’ her voice dies, unable to say it out loud, but her mother shakes her head.

‘No, the letters arrived for them too.’ There is a moment of silence and Ginny thinks of the letters that will remain unopened. ‘I think Minerva just recognized your talent and promoted you.’

Ginny raises the badge, watching it with trepidation. She dreams of being captain ever since she first saw Charlie leaving for Hogwarts with the same badge; it is the beginning of her Quidditch career, she knows, and yet…

‘Ginny,’ her mother calls her once again, and Ginny sees the look on her face, wise and knowing and so motherly. ‘I think that deserves a new broom. One more appropriate for a future professional chaser, don’t you think?’

Ginny doesn’t hide her surprise. ‘You know?’ she whispers.

‘I’ve seen you fly ever since you were seven’, Molly replies, smiling. ‘And I know you too well.’ Another pause and her mother looks suddenly sad as she combs Ginny’s hair as if she is thinking that Ginny grew up too fast. ‘You’ll need to tell Harry later how you led Gryffindor to victory, won’t you?’

Ginny could argue with her mother—winning a Quidditch Cup seem so unimportant given everything that is going on—, she could blush under her mother’s assumption that Ginny would talk specifically with Harry—maybe she knows about that too, even though Ginny never told her—, but for now, she just sighs, longing for the moment when talking about a Quidditch match will be possible with Harry.

‘That is a great idea,’ she says, moving to the side to allow her mother to sit next to her, so they can watch the rain quietly together.

#Hinny #Hinny fanfiction #of course I had to start with angst #DH missing Moment #harryandginuary

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harry-potter-fics-stuff · 4 years ago

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Anonymous asked:

Could you write about the first crushes of all the Weasleys?

Bill Weasley thinks he’s in love one day when he walks into his Transfiguration classroom and sees a gorgeous blonde girl sitting beside the chair he normally occupies. There’s a blue-and-bronze tie around her neck, tied in a perfect Windsor knot, and jewels drip from her ears and neck. She moves her stuff to her side of the desk when he sits down, and is careful not to touch him at all. He’d wonder about it, but she’s very quiet in class in general, though is always quick to finish her work. He smiles at her sometimes, but she doesn’t smile back. (He does not realize she is a Malfoy until two terms in, when he hears her friends whispering to her about blood traitors and how their taint can be associated upon upstanding citizens so easily. He doesn’t speak to her, although his heart still quickens a few beats around her in class, and she never gets the nerve to start any conversation with him either.)

Charlie Weasley doesn’t think he’s had a proper crush on anybody, but the new Professor (for DADA, of course) is probably the most attractive member of faculty Hogwarts has ever had and he can certainly appreciate this. He’s always more passionate about Care of Magical Creatures and Quidditch, yet he pays a lot more attention that year for DADA and ignores his friends’ playful teasing. (It’s his NEWT year anyway - he should be paying attention.) He stays behind in class to ask questions, sometimes over concepts he actually already knows. But there is no quickening of the heartbeat, no fantasies of kissing or holding hands or dancing in the rain. When the year passes, he graduates and the professor quits (because of course this one couldn’t stay), but the first dragon baby he finds is named after the professor that smiled at him in class.

Percy Weasley walks into the library one day for a book he desperately needs, and gets told the final copy has been taken by this girl named Penelope Clearwater. He sees her reading it and slides into the seat beside her, asking quietly if she would mind sharing this book with him, and realizes she is in his classes. He doesn’t think much of this encounter, but then she starts chatting to him in class and during their Prefect patrols the next year. That’s when he starts to crush on this pretty Ravenclaw girl who always seems to have interesting thoughts on anything and everything. He asks her out for a drink at Hogsmeade after they hide from Peeves together in an abandoned classroom, book in his hand, and she says yes.

Fred Weasley was not a fan of Gobstones (the putrid liquid that got sprayed whenever he lost a point being the main reason) but when he gets challenged by a Slytherin student he’s never met before, he takes up their offer instantly. They have a quick series of games, in which he both wins and loses in alternate turns, and by the end of the final game he’s laughing along to a joke about the staircases. (He’s never laughed with people from other houses before, it takes him too long to realize this.) He stares at the green-and-silver tie around their neck a little too often from then on, and stops playing pranks on Slytherin just for a few days, but never plays with them after that day. (He does, however, use his first bit of money from his shop to purchase his own Gobstones - and when they walk into the shop, he always makes sure to help them out.)

George Weasley has always, always appreciated Angelina Johnson. At first for her beauty and talent in Quidditch, and then for her ability to joke around and rough-house just as well as any of his siblings could. They fly around the pitch, and when they’re so high up he can appreciate the glow of her skin in the sunlight and the way her braids whip around in the wind. Once, he offered her a ribbon to tie her hair up, carefully not telling her that he’d spent four days learning how to conjure one just for this purpose, and she’d kissed his cheek before asking if he knew how to braid hair. (Of course he did, he had a sister and a mother who both regularly called upon the men in the family to help with hairstyles.) He dances with her at the Yule Ball, explaining that Fred had asked on his behalf as he was too afraid to, and she throws her head back and laughs that he’d never been scared of her as a Chaser when she actually had to throw Quaffles around. They kiss that night for the first time. He never kisses any other girl.

Ron Weasley doesn’t think the bushy-haired, buck-toothed girl on the Hogwarts Express is all that pretty, at first. She’s a motormouth with a weird name that regurgitates entirely too many syllables in a few seconds. She does kind of impress him with her knowledge about magic and his new friend (the Boy-Who-Lived, he reminds himself), but she really needs to learn how to hold actual conversations. And yet she has the prettiest brown eyes on anyone he’s ever met, he can admit, and she’d probably be nice to be friends with. He watches her leave, not knowing that he has a little smile on his face. (Friends. Ha. When he sweeps her off her feet seven years later, he still thinks she has the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen.)

Ginny Weasley curls up in bed, each breath seemingly ripped from her in long, shuddering gasps as tears stream down her face. Her memory is finally returned to her and she has never felt worse. She’s been told that nobody blames her for being possessed (by Voldemort, for Merlin’s sake), but she’s been the reason students were petrified and exams were cancelled. She was also the reason behind her brother rushing into the Chamber with Harry Potter...oh, Harry. The boy she’d dreamed of and written into that diary for so many days. (Please don’t let him be put into danger because of me. I didn’t know who I was talking to. I didn’t realize the diary was evil. Please let him be spared from my mistakes.) She wonders idly how he’d ever think of her as anything but a weak-minded child now. She’d scrubbed her hands raw trying to erase the blood and ink on her skin, and nothing’s worked. They wouldn’t be fit to hold his, not when she’d let the hands of his parents’ murderer slip beneath her skin and permeate her bones. But it would have been sweet, she thinks bitterly, if it could have been me. If it could have been her that had stood by him. Her that had been his friend. Her that hadn’t been tainted by Voldemort. If it could have been, really.

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willowbleedsonpaper · 4 years ago

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They don’t know about us

Theo Nott x Hufflepuff!Reader

W. C. : 3400

Request by @herstory-study: Hi! I saw your one-shot of Theodore Nott and just absolutely loved it. I was hoping I could request one where the reader is a Hufflepuff and just them being open about their relationship and not carrying what other people (*cough cough* Malfoy) think. Thanksss 💛💛💛

A/N: I don’t know if this exactly what you expected with your request but this what came to my mind. Sorry for taking so long and for naming every thing that I write after songs, but is the only thing I can come up with. Thank you for requesting and happy reading! REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Flashbacks are written like this!

*Not my Gif. Credits to the creator*

"Hey you." you greeted, a smile in your face as you placed a soft kiss in your boyfriend's cheek.

Theo turned with a bright smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder when you had taken the seat beside him, pulling you closer to him as he returned the kiss, lingering there as you hugged him.

"Hello love." he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine with how deep his voice was. A smile playing on his lips at his effect on you. "I thought you were doing homework with your friends." he told you, leaving his quill aside and turning so he could be face to face with you.

You waved your hand with a roll of your eyes "The day they actually show up to do homework will be the day I die." he chuckled and you gave him a smug look "Guess I'm immortal now." you grinned.

"My immortal lover," he muttered, cupping your face softly and caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"But really where are they?" he asked, pulling his hand from your face and packing you sigh in disappointment at the loss of his warmth.

"Where do you think?" you dared him to guess, the annoyance in your voice giving him his answer.

He shook his head with a smile, trying to hide the fact that it was actually hilarious how much it bothered you "Quidditch practice?" he said and you nodded.

"Quidditch practice." you confirmed, staring at him in confusion as he dragged you by your hand towards the castle entrance. "Theo!" you squealed, wrapping your robes tighter against your body as the light breeze blew in your way "Where are we going?" you asked, a smile in your face no matter what.

He looked back at you briefly, the same smile you had plastered in his face "We are going to the Quidditch practice, see what we have been missing all along." he said, the longer part of his hair falling right in front of his eyes and sticking to his forehead because of the light rain.

You made it to the seats in no time, having to run there as the rain started to fall strongly. No wonder why your friends wanted to go see the Slytherin team practice.

"Do you even understand the game?" you asked him, finding a place that covered you from some of the rain "Because I've tried to and had gotten nowhere."

"Well, not really." he admitted with a tight smile "Otherwise I think I would be playing. Draco and Blaise are out there, I'm the only one missing."

You sat closer to him, his arm returning to his usual spot around your shoulder "Better leave it that way," you said, Theo giving you a questioning look "If you were playing against Hufflepuff I would probably have a crisis. Do I cheer for you or my house?"

He laughed loudly, throwing his head back as he only did with you. Once he had calmed down he tightened his hold on you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you towards his chest "Well, obviously you would be cheering for me." he mumbled.

You rose and eyebrow, looking up at him as you scratched your chin in thought "Debatable." you said.

He looked offended, a mischievous look taking over his features as he attacked your sides, tickling every spot he knew would make your stomach hurt.

You screamed, trying to get out of his hold but failing as he was in advantage by his position. The only thing left for you to do: beg for mercy.

"NO!" you laughed, you eyes shut as you fought the tears that were spilling down your cheeks "Theo!" you yelled, laughing more as you shrink yourself into a fetal position.

He stopped, his fingers still tapping lightly over your ribs as your heard him ask "Who are you cheering for, then?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, his finger ready for another attack as he waited for your response.

"Oh, c'mon. You don't even play!" you said, popping one eye open to see him still waiting.

"Humor me," he whispered "Let's imagine I do actually play."

You squint your eyes at him, the happy tears making your cheeks wet and the ache of your stomach still there "One condition," you said poking his chest. He nodded, expectant of your terms "You lend over to me one of your sweaters for some Slytherin representation."

"You only want to steal my sweaters." he laughed, looking down at your pleading eyes. You had your most innocent smile on and he knew he had lost, he couldn't say no to that smile and you knew it "Fine, " he said, rolling his eyes "You'll get one of my sweaters if you come with me to one of the games." he said and you frowned.

"You don't even like the game." you reminded him, a little confused.

"I promised those idiots I would be there for their game against Gryffindor." he sighed heavily and you smiled.

“Deal.” you said sitting straight so you could reach for him, pulling him to you in a sweet kiss, completely oblivious to the eyes on you from the distance.

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“Hey Draco,” called Blaise, flying close to the blonde as he cocked hi head toward the crowd “Looks like someone’s still under a witch’s spell.”

Draco frowned, focus shifting from the practice to the loud laughter coming from the stances. His eyes hardened, watching as his friend played with his girlfriend right there out in the open “Is he deaf or something?” he grunted, turning from the sight and to his friend flying close to him “He knows that Hufflepuff is no good news.” he said, glaring back and seeing you kissing him, his stomach churning in anger.

Blaise shrugged, still looking at the two love birds with confusion “You know,” he said getting Draco’s attention “It has been months now, I don’t think is a love potion or something of sorts.” he admitted.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he hissed starting to move in the air “She did something to him that time they both got detention. I’m sure of it.” he mumbled, getting his focus back in the practice.

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You walked the empty halls of the castle, dinner still happening at the great hall but your stomach couldn’t take it. You had felt sick since that morning and the mere smell of food made your stomach turn.

You weren’t sure if what happened next was worse than having stayed sick at the great hall but you were balancing the options as it all unfolded down before your eyes.

The Weasley twins came running from the end of the hall, sliding on the floor by the speed they had with them, followed close by Mr. Filch and a crowd of curious students. But they were the Weasley twins, known pranksters of Hogwarts and therefore experts in running away. They went behind a tapestry, disappearing from thin air right in front of your eyes.

“Where are they?” professor Snape’s voice boomed in the hall, walking directly to you with a glare “Where. are. they?” he asked again, the crowd standing like a shadow behind him.

You shook your head, trying to find the word to explain before you realized you couldn’t. You weren’t sure where they were. “I don’t know, professor.” you said firmly and maybe that was your mistake, sounding so sure when they clearly had run by that hallway.

He sighed heavily “Eager to help them, aren’t you Y/L/N?” he said, his eyes hard on you “Very well, you’ll join them on detention. One month.” he stated.

You stuttered, not making any sense as you tired to fight him back “But professor, I didn’t see anything!” you cried.

He snapped his head at you with a glare, but a chuckle at his right caught his attention “Found something funny Mr. Nott?” he asked, Theo’s laugh dying down as he muttered a No under his breath. But Snape wasn’t having it “You’ll join Miss Y/L/N on her detention, I’m sure you two have a lot of fun.” he said, and turned walking away in the search of the twins.

Theo looked harshly at you but you had already stormed off, cursing under your breath and making wide movement in the air as you took a turn. He frowned, confused as to why he found you cute when mad.

That night you went to the dungeons, a month of detention waiting for you in the cold classroom. the twins were already there, stopping their task of cleaning cauldrons to give you an apologetic look that you returned with a smile.

You went to sit with them, but professor Snape cleared his throat behind you, making you jump in your seat as you turned to him, a sour look in your face.

“You’ll join Mr. Nott on the back,” he said, giving you a bucket and pointing to the back “Clean the storage room. No wands.” he ordered, walking to his desk and sitting down, not looking back at you.

You took the bucket and jumped from your seat, walking to the back reluctantly as you tried to suppress your anger, not wanting to make Snape more angry than he already was.

Theo took a moment to follow you, he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up and got to work without a word, his back facing you and you tried not to stare but, Merlin! was it hard. He was the kind of boy that went unnoticed, but if you payed attention he had a beauty to him that had you frozen in place.

He seemed to notice your lack of movement, clearing his throat to get your attention but you pretended not to hear him, focusing on whatever was behind him and reaching for it, like you had been staring at that all along. He seemed to buy it, turning once more away from you. With a sigh you tied your hair up, and got to cleaning the shelves.

A week had went by and the storage room looked the same of worse than it did in the beginning. But you gave it no importance, just doing what you thought would improve the place and make it look tidier. Until one day, the silence you were used to work in was broke.

“You’re upset.” Theo said behind you, making you stop and turned to him with a frown. Was he talking he talking to you? Of course he was, you were the only person there with him.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the next jar there and lining it up on the shelf next to the others.

“Oh, so you’re not talking to me?” he asked, and you could hear the grin in his face making you turn to see the nerve he had.

“We’re in detention together, Nott,” you hissed “No talk is needed.”

He shrugged, cleaning the jars before he handed them to you, your hand automatically taking them from his hand. “It could make it more enjoyable.” he muttered.

“Not interested,” you grumbled, snatching the next jar from him.

“You Hufflepuffs have fame for being nice and all,” he said after a long silence you missed already “But you’re mad, I can see you fuming from here.” he said pointing at the air as if he actually could see smoke coming from you.

You scoffed, not really knowing how to say to that “So what?,” you snapped “Not all Hufflepuffs are balls of sunshine. Surprise, you’re literally the last one to find out.”

He hummed, trying to suppress the smile pursing his lips “It’s just…” he said shaking his head.

“What?”

“Well, you look pretty when you’re mad.” he mumbled, not meeting your eyes.

You blinked rapidly at him, a smile in your face “You think I’m pretty when I’m mad?” you whispered, waiting for him to look at you, When he did, his eyes had a glint in them that quickly became amused when you’re smile fell “Well I’m about to become gorgeous.” you hissed, your wand already out when someone grabbed your wrist.

“I wouldn’t do that love.” George mumbled in your ear, walking inside just as Snape stood outside the door.

He examined the room, running a finger over the shelves “ You’re done for today.” he said, giving you a side glance as you practically ran past him, taking your bag and storming out of the dungeons.

You ignored Theo calling from you, his hurried steps echoing the cold hall as you literally felt his presence run and plant himself before you.

"What do you want, Nott!?" you yelled, more in exasperation than in anger.

He blinked rapidly, still holding you by your shoulders as he shakily stared at you. "Your upset." he said again, making yous scoff as you tried to round him with no luck "I just want to know why."

"Why do you care?" you asked desperately, manually moving his hands from your shoulders.

He frowned, standing straight as he let go of you. You started to walk and he followed closely at your side "Your not mad at me?" he asked in shook.

You shook your head with a heavy sigh "Why on earth would I be mad at you?"

"Well, I kind- I got us both in trouble." he mumbled.

You laughed, genuinely, for the first time in days. "I can get myself in trouble just fine. No need for your help." you told him.

You noticed how his body visibly relaxed, running a hand through his hair with a smile. He looked relieved.

You pointed behind you, to the entrance of your common room "Guess I see you on detention , Nott."

He nodded, turning in his heel and walking away before you heard him.

"Theo, You can call me Theo."

You chuckled at him "Right," you said watching the smile appear once more on his face "Goodnight, Nott."

He laughed, watching you go inside your common room without glancing back at him.

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“There so much people," you yelled, holding Theo's hand tightly in yours "Why is there so much people here? "

He shook his head, pulling you through the crowd until he found where you two could seat, no one sparing a look at you in the Slytherin colors.

"Relax, " he laughed, squeezing your hand "No one's going to notice."

"Someone's already notice." you mumbled, looking at the Slytherin team in the air. Draco was shooting daggers from his eyes, knuckles white around his broom.

The game went great, Slytherin won thanks to Draco catching the snitch. Theo dragged you to the field, saying he had to go and congratulate his mates and you weren't against it, that until you saw the entire team go quiet at your presence.

"What is she doing here, Nott?" asked Draco, his eyes roaming all over you "And with Slytherin clothing?"

Theo looked at you with a frown, his hold on you more secure as he pulled you closer to him "She's here with me Malfoy, came to show some support." he said through gritted teeth.

Draco rolled his eyes, turning to look at the team before they laughed "We don't need the support from a Hufflepuff." he said.

Theo was already launching to him, the entire team backing away at his movement before he came to a halt. Your hand around his arm.

"Don't," you whispered, giving him a sad smile before you let go of him. You turned to look at the team, some looked amused, others were fuming but you focused on one "You played great. Congratulations on the win." you said, nodding in Theo's way before you left.

"Happy?" Theo grumbled once you were out of sight, the grin on Draco widening.

"Very," he answered, turning to Blaise who was shaking his head furiously.

The last thing Draco felt was a burning pain in his cheek where Theo's fist met his face, sending him straight to the ground.

He stood there, still processing what he had done as he shook his hand in the air, storming out of there before the team or Draco himself could react.

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Theo walked the streets of Hogsmeade with his friends, chattering about the latest things the golden trio had done to upset the Slytherin group. There was so many things and the months had only started.

But his focus shifted from the conversation as soon as he saw you, all alone, in a bench. You were shaking and he had the feeling it had nothing to do with the snow falling lightly from the sky.

He took one look as his friends, not really noticing he had stayed behind and had started walking towards you.

"Y/N?" he called softly as he sat down next to you.

You quickly cleaned the tears from your cheeks, pretending like nothing had happened and putting smile on your face.

"Hi," you whispered "Do you need something?"

"I should be asking you that," he said, his eyebrows scrunched together as he looked for your eyes "You okay?"

You nodded, one single tear falling from your eyes as you did.

"Yeah, right." he said, offering you his hand "Come with me."

"Where?" you asked hesitantly, but still taking his hand.

"Somewhere you won't freeze to death." he told you, walking slowly to Honeydukes unaware of the eyes of his friends looking back at him.

You didn't know it yet, but that was the best first date ever. Softening to the boy easily, falling for him harder than you ever thought and that only because he saw crying in the snow.

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"You did what?!" you shouted, pacing in front of your boyfriend with wild eyes.

"I punched Malfoy in the face." he repeated rubbing his hand. He met your eyes and tilted his head, with a similar look "He had it coming!" he fought back.

"Maybe," you whispered "You're getting detention again, great." you sighed, covering your face with both hands.

"Worth it." he said.

And even if the act warmed your heart you couldn't help but worry about the man. He had attacked another student a lá muggle, Draco would be furious.

You cursed yourself for even bringing up the thought, the blond storm bursting in the mostly empty Great Hall, wand at his side.

You snapped out of the shook just as he started raising his wand, his words blocked by the piercing fear that took over your body. You didn't even know how but in a moment you had put yourself in front of him, wand pointed at his face.

"I wouldn't take another step if I were you." you grunted, fighting so hard to keep your hand steady.

"Get out of my way." he hissed.

"You're problem is with me, not him." you remind him, a fierce look in your eyes.

"Y/N…"

"No Theo." you cut him off, lowering your wand slightly. "You did it for me, if he wants revenge he can have it."

Draco glared back at you, confused above else as he lowered his wand as well.

He took you in, a half blood Hufflepuff that wasn't a walking sun in the school. So ordinary.

"I don't like you." he spat, putting his wand away.

"You don't have to like me."

He stared at you, glancing at Theo next to you when he rolled his eyes "I'm so gonna regret this." he muttered, turning away and leaving with no much of another word.

Once he was away, you turned to Theo and hugged him. He returned the hug quickly holding you tightly and only letting you go because you pulled away.

"Ouch!" he yelled, your hand slamming over his arm with flaring glare "What was that for?" he asked.

"Don't punch people," you told him "And don't make me face Draco again, that was terrifying."

"Sorry," he mumbled, sitting next to you with his head low.

You took a glance at him and sighed, resting your head on his shoulder as you rubbed his hand "You really don't mind that I'm a Hufflepuff?" you asked him.

"Not at all," he whispered, placing a soft kiss in your cheek "I love you."

You smiled, nuzzling closer to him as he wrapped his free arm around you "I love to too."

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lamesiscanon · 4 years ago

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Darker Things

I have finished my fic for @goodboylupin ‘s candy hearts fest!!! My prompt was “sunshine” and somehow that turned into a hurt/comfort fic. Oops. The song lyrics and title are from “Darker Things” by Lily Kershaw, and it fits Wolfstar perfectly, I think.

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I worry about you at night 'Cause when the moon comes out all your demons come to life And you say you hate the way your mind makes you feel about All the things that hurt in your life, I feel you now, I can feel you

It wasn't a surprise that Sirius eventually finds Remus in the astronomy tower. The place is - as deemed by James - Remus' sulking place. And there he is, sitting on the edge of the stone, swinging his legs over empty air and puffing on a rolled joint.

Remus doesn't say anything as Sirius approaches, joining him at the edge of the tower so they can dangle their feet together, fifty meters above ground. Sirius is expecting Remus to yell, or snap at him with those passive aggressive comments that Remus is so good at giving out when he's in a mood. He braces himself for Remus to tell him to go away and leave him alone or finally shout about why Remus was so absent today.

Instead, Sirius is pleasantly shocked to find that Remus prefers to wrap their hands together instead, reaching behind to intertwine their fingers from where their hands lay supporting their bodies on the stone. It's a step in the right direction, though Sirius is still insecure about the way Remus keeps his face turned toward the sky rather than looking at him.

Now he sits in quiet, looking at Remus' profile as he gazes up at the nearly full moon. On such a night, they're able to see the grounds clearly. Sirius watches as a couple of seventh years sneak through the snow to the edge of the forbidden forest with bags that he guesses are full of clinking glass bottles. They can even see Hagrid walking fang around his hut. Bathed in the light of la luna, Hogwarts looks so peaceful. It'd be beautiful, Sirius thinks, if the moon didn't cause Remus so much pain.

More silence stretches between them, though it's not uncomfortable. It never is between the two of them, growing up in the same room for the past five years and getting to know each other on late nights spent in one or the other's bed sharing snacks given to them by the friendly house elves in the kitchen. They know each other well enough to understand that quiet can be just as conversive as talking sometimes. Except now, Sirius wonders whether or not Remus' silence is a punishment. Or maybe Remus is just waiting to get his words together before he yells.

A gust of cold February air breaches Remus' warming charm, reminding Sirius of the bundle of clothing clutched in his free hand.

"I brought your cloak." He informs the other boy, holding it up. Remus doesn't look away from the moon, but he does let go of Sirius' hand and allow Sirius to tie it around his shoulders for him. Lycanthropy doesn't often allow for Remus to get cold, but he seems to accept the warmth as Sirius finishes tying it together.

"There." Sirius states, pulling away to admire the little bow. Instead of thanking him, Remus finally looks away from the sky and leans down to rest his nose against Sirius' cheek. They breathe the same air for a moment, enjoying the closeness of their faces before Remus takes the opportunity to bring their mouths together. Sirius gasps, always surprised by how good it is to kiss Remus.

He's still a bit confused about Remus' behavior as he allows himself to melt against his lips. Sirius had gone through the day thinking Remus was mad at him, the only explanation he could come up with when Remus avoided him in all of their classes that day, or ignored him during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sirius came to the tower expecting to apologize, not to be kissed like nothing had happened.

The weight of a hand on his waist brings Sirius back to his senses and he rests his forearms on Remus' shoulders to pull away for a minute.

"I thought you were mad at me?" Sirius pants, looking up at the boy next to him.

Remus squinted down at him as he gently shook his head and brought his free hand up to cup Sirius' jaw. "I'm not mad at you."

"But..." Sirius is confused, and so is Remus based on the look he's giving him. "I thought you were going to yell at me."

"Have I ever yelled at you?"

No. Sirius doesn't even have to think about it, all of the times his and James' immature experiments and pranks turned against Remus' favor. All the times Remus was roped into a prank or caught out of bed after hours in which the Marauders received detention and lost house points. Remus never yelled, just made sure he'd turn Sirius' hair pink or charm James' clothes to scream when he got sweaty, all in the name of friendly revenge that they would laugh about once it was all said and done.

Remus has never, and most likely will never, yell at Sirius and he feels silly ever thinking he would. Remus is not like his parents.

With that thought, an entire day's weight of worry and panic melts out of Sirius' body as he leans in for another kiss. Remus smiles into it when he notices the tension in his shoulders fall away. Sirius smiles when he pulls back, holding eye contact as he grabs Remus' left hand that holds the joint between two fingers and brings it to his own mouth, inhaling and blowing the smoke out without looking away from Remus. The moment becomes charged then, gold staring at silver and neither daring to be the one who breaks it.

Sirius knows what he looks like when he looks at Remus. There's so much love and adoration on his face that James pretends to puke whenever he catches him at it. Sirius sees that same look reflected back at him in Remus' own face.

This time, however, mixed in with the love and sappy fondness is Sirius' underlying worry. He tries to hide it, but he's sure Remus can see the unspoken Are you okay? and What can I do to help? and Merlin, I worry about you on nights like this because I hate the fucking moon and the way it makes you feel, just by looking at Sirius' eyes. Remus knows how to read him like a book.

Whatever Remus is able to interpret from the look goes unanswered as he breaks eye contact to finish the joint by himself, and Sirius sighs as he leans against him, resting his head resting on Remus' shoulder and watching him exhale the smoke.

If Remus is going to ignore the blatant worry on Sirius' face, then Sirius will have to go for a more direct approach. He was mad about the way Remus didn't talk to him during the meals despite Sirius' attempts to engage him. He was annoyed at Remus for ignoring him during class and the way he pretended to pay attention to the lesson rather than acknowledge anything Sirius said. But now, he just worries.

"What happened today, Rem?" Sirius whispers once Remus has extinguished the end of the burning blunt. The body against him tenses, and stays that way for a long time until Sirius leans away to look at him again.

Remus keeps his gaze towards the moon, like he did when Sirius first arrived at the tower expecting Remus to be angry. He still doesn't know what Remus is feeling.

"I'm sorry about the way I acted today." Remus whispers back, avoiding the full question and confrontation altogether.

Sirius huffs, thinking it'd be better if he weren't even there at the moment. Remus has a hard time talking about things that bother him no matter how hard Sirius is working to get Remus out of that habit. Maybe Remus will talk more if he doesn't feel pressured by Sirius being there. Maybe he just needs somebody to listen, without the worry that they'll interrupt him.

A large black dog takes Sirius' place in a blur of motion and moves to curl into Remus' lap. Large hands immediately tangle themselves within the fur and start petting up and down the dog's back.

Padfoot has his back turned to the moon now, but he sees the glow reflected in Remus' eyes as the boy smiles down at him. The silence that falls over them this time feels less tense than earlier. Remus relaxed now as he looks up to stare at the grounds while Padfoot stares up at him, enjoying the unconscious movements of Remus petting him. Now he just has to wait for Remus to talk. Whenever he's ready.

Between the hurt of mornings spent in the shack after full moons and nights when Remus has his own nightmares, Sirius has come to find out that Padfoot really is a good therapy animal and it's easier for Remus to talk to him as a dog than it is to talk to him as his boyfriend. Sure, it can be frustrating at times, but Sirius will continue to do whatever it takes to help Remus.

"It hurts, Sears." Remus finally speaks, breaking the silence. Padfoot's ears perk up at Remus' nickname for him, but he's having a hard time processing the other words while he's in dog form. He tries to pay attention as Remus lets out a heavy sigh and they watch the hot breath blow away in the cold wind. "The moon just hurts so much, sometimes."

Padfoot nudges his nose into Remus' thigh, a gesture of comfort and encouragement to keep talking.

"It's like it can still control my body even when it's not full. Today it just- it fucking- it hurt. It hurt and I was in pain and I-"

The hands on his fur still and Padfoot realizes there is something wet that keeps hitting the back of his neck. Remus is crying.

"And I like it. The wolf part of me loved the pain I was in and my mind kept telling me to embrace it, enjoy it. And I got scared. I didn't want to be close to you or James and Peter today because I felt so disgusted with myself."

Padfoot pulls himself up to where he can lick at Remus' jaw, slightly wet with tears, and the hands on his back resume their petting.

"I hate the way my mind makes me feel sometimes, Pads. Everything just hurts and I hate how dark it can get in here and I don't ever want you to see me that way." Remus closes his eyes and points to his temple for emphasis. "It's like constant rain and hail and I'm fucking terrified of showing you how dark my mind can ge-"

The dog is licking at Remus' face until he turns back into a teenage boy again, straddling Remus' lap and cutting him off with a hard kiss on his mouth. Remus cries against him and grasps his waist tight. His palms spread against his hips and slide against Sirius' back, holding him like he's worried Sirius will fall off the tower at any minute.

"Please don't cry, my dear." Sirius breaks away with tears of his own, stroking Remus' cheek with the pad of his thumb. In Sirius' mind, Remus deserves the whole world. Remus is the warmest and brightest thing, reminding him of those early blue hours of summer mornings where you have so much love and excitement for the day ahead. He reminds Sirius of warm cuddles near the fire and the smell of wet forest in the fall. And it hurts to see how the moon can make a boy so warm feel so cold.

Sirius' heart breaks as Remus continues to quietly cry against him, burying his face into the crook of Sirius' neck. Sirius runs a calming hand through his curls and gently shushes him.

"I won't let it always be like that." Sirius promises, thinking about the war Remus has with himself and the wolf. "I swear to Merlin, Remus. I'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure you see sunshine poke through the weather in your head."

Remus pulls his face away from his neck and kisses him again though this time, he's smiling against Sirius' lips.

"You're all I need."

Remus peppers kisses on Sirius' chin, nose, cheekbones, and forehead. "My sun." kiss. "My star." kiss.

Sirius calms him, kisses him, and loves him there in that tower. For now, the moon hangs nearly full in the sky it's nothing compared to how the brightest star holds him so close.

I worry about you in the light of day 'Cause you don't know who you are when all your demons go away And you say you hate the way your mind makes you feel about All the darker things in your life, I feel you now, I can feel you

Remus finds him without the help of the map. All he had to do was follow the smell of smoke.

There's a tiny pile of cigarette butts next to Sirius' feet where he stands under the Gryffindor quidditch stands, staring between the cracks in the boards. Remus vanishes the litter pile as he joins him, taking a look for himself at what's behind the boards of the stands and sees the Slytherin quidditch team running drills and there, floating a little higher than the rest and wearing the Seeker's uniform, is Regulus.

"This isn't my idea of the most ideal spot to give yourself lung cancer." Remus says, rocking from heel to toe to emphasize the way the brown grass under his feet squelches from melted snow. Sirius huffs in response, flicking the finished cigarette onto the ground and pulling out another. Remus wishes he hadn't vanished the butts from earlier so he knows how many Sirius has had.

He doesn't need to ask why his boyfriend is hiding to watch his brother practice quidditch. Remus is well aware of how Sirius woke them up just before dawn that morning, screaming for Regulus and begging his parents not to hurt him. Remus had been the one to wake Sirius up, getting hit by flailing limbs as Sirius fought against the people in his dream. He was the one who cast a silencio on the curtains of Sirius' bed while he cried and listened to Remus assuring him that Reg was safe in the Slytherin dorms, sleeping peacefully.

This has been the same drill ever since they were eleven years old.

When Sirius wakes up from nightmares, he's terrified and confused and will likely spend the rest of the day feeling the same way. He's outside of himself in the way that his head is still stuck at Grimmauld Place while his body sits in classes and stares absently out the windows. When teachers yell at him for not paying attention, Sirius startles back to reality with a look that suggests he'd forgotten where he was for a second.

Gone is the boy who laughs at all of James and Peter's jokes, or flirts with Remus every chance he gets. That boy was replaced by a haunted kid who still has to worry that he hasn't quite escaped his parents. And Remus has to watch Sirius go through days where he acts like he doesn't know who he is anymore. Days that make Sirius desperate to see his brother smiling just to reassure himself that they're safe for the time they're at school.

"He looks happy." Remus says, watching Regulus and his team dive at each other and laughing when they get too close.

Sirius grabs his hand then, squeezes it twice and then drops it to start walking away from the quidditch stands. Remus follows him, offering silent companionship as they walk together back to the castle. Dinner will be soon, though Remus doesn't think Sirius will want to go. They'll probably spend the night wrapped around each other in Remus' bed, talking about James' failed dating life or anything else that will distract Sirius.

It's a surprise when Sirius steps closer and allows Remus to put his arm around his shoulders. Sirius isn't often physically affectionate after he's had his nightmares. They make it to the empty dorm to find a note signed by Peter that he and James are serving a detention for McGonagall after dinner, and if they come back to see Sirius and Remus shagging (again) then they'll be kicked out of the room.

Usually a note like that would have Sirius giggling madly, instantly inspired to try and seduce Remus, which would inevitably work since Remus was so, so weak for his boyfriend who is so fucking pretty.

Except this time, Sirius barely spares a second glance at the note before he tosses it into the bin and walks over to his trunk to look for pajama bottoms. Remus watches him from across the room, already sitting on his bed in a simple grey shirt and pants. Sirius moves mechanically, like everything he does is based purely on muscle memory while his mind is far away from Gryffindor tower.

Remus sighs, pushing himself to stand up and walks to Sirius' trunk. His favorite pair of bottoms are sitting on top of everything else though they're going ignored while Sirius absently sorts through clothes, not paying attention to anything he's actually doing.

"Sears." Remus whispers, grabbing the pants and gently guiding Sirius to stand up away from the trunk. His eyes look different. They aren't as bright as Remus is used to seeing. They're glossed over and unfocused, looking off behind Remus' shoulder. Remus cups Sirius' jaw in his hand and leans in for a quick kiss, then leans away to watch Sirius' focus come back.

"There you are." Remus smiles, and thankfully Sirius smiles back, albeit a bit tightly. He takes the pajamas from Remus and changes into them right there in the middle of the room.

Sirius takes Remus' hand in his own once again to kiss the palm, then he guides them over to the four poster Remus has been sleeping in since first year, sometimes shared with Sirius.

Remus tucks him against his side and spells the lights to go out so they can watch the sky change colors as the sun sets outside the window. Remus takes comfort in the way he can feel Sirius' chest rising and falling against him.

"I hate them." Sirius whispers as the final ray of sun falls behind the mountains.

"I know." Remus says, because he's always felt the same way about Sirius' parents.

"They suck."

"They really do."

"I hate that I miss them sometimes."

Oh.

Remus really wasn't expecting that. Sirius Black, a boy haunted by more demons than most people will ever experience in their lives (and refuses to talk about it) just opened up to Remus about the darkest parts of his mind. And Remus has no idea what to say.

"Oh."

Remus regrets saying it before it even comes out of his mouth. He feels Sirius' muscles tense against the palm of his hand that was rubbing the other boy's back and finds himself wishing that a time rewinding spell existed.

"That's okay, Sears." Remus says in an attempt to fix it. "They were your family, it's okay that you... might miss what could have been."

Sirius immediately relaxes under him and Remus is able to let out a quiet breath of relief. His hand resumes stroking up and down Sirius' side, offering whatever sort of comfort he can.

"Part of me thinks it's not." Sirius says after a few moments of silence. "Part of me hates that I could let myself get so hurt about the people who wanted me dead when they should have loved me no matter the fucking circumstances."

Remus thinks about his own parents and how they've been the textbook definition of unconditional love over the years. When he was bitten, Hope and Lyall researched everything they could about how to keep Remus and others safe during transformations. They tried their best to make transformations as good as they were able just to make Remus' life a little easier. When he told them he's dating his best friend, a boy, they told him to bring Sirius home during the summer so they could properly meet him. Then they hugged him until he stopped crying.

His experience was the polar opposite of Sirius'. Walburga and Orion Black are the most disgusting people on the planet, in Remus' opinion. They threatened and harassed their own son with howlers just for breaking family tradition when he was sorted into Gryffindor. Sirius was tortured and abused just for the friends he has, never mind how happy they make him. His parents don't care about their son's happiness; they care more about the blood status and wealth of teenagers who had no say in the way they grew up.

If Sirius' parents are so evil to cast a crucio on him just for having muggle items in his room, then neither Sirius or Remus are so naïve to think that coming out to them would be a good idea. Walburga insists that her son is going through a phase of teenage rebellion and he will eventually grow up to see how despicable his taste in friends is. Orion is hell bent on marrying Sirius off to a respectable pureblooded girl as soon as he's old enough. If Sirius were to tell them about his and Remus' relationship... he wouldn't make it out alive.

The difference in their families is a cruel trick of fate.

"You deserve so much more than those monsters." Remus can't help the tear that rolls down his cheek.

"I forget that sometimes. When I remember all the things they've screamed at me over the years and every ugly word they've written to me, I forget that they're the ones in the wrong. Not me.

"Every minute I spent trapped in that house were the darkest moments of my life. And I still can't escape it. I still can't escape my parents, because every time I fall asleep they come to hurt me more. Then when I see you, or James, or Peter get a letter from your parents I find myself wishing that I had that. I start missing what kind of mum and dad I could have had."

It's quiet for a while after that. Remus is desperately trying to keep himself from crying, though he knows Sirius can feel the tightness in his chest as he tries to stop the silent tears from coming. Sirius Black is the most important person in Remus' life, and he just wishes that he could give this boy everything. Whatever it takes to see Sirius' pain go away.

Remus tilts his head to the side so he can press his lips against the top of Sirius' head and hold them there for a minute. He wants to give Sirius the world, but for now he'll start by being the rock.

"I fucking hate that my sick and twisted mind takes the darker things that've happened in my life and makes me miss them in some sinister way. I guess my parents thought that if they couldn't have the son they wanted, then they'd ruin the one they already had. And they succeeded."

And that's it. Remus has Sirius pinned under him in mere seconds, gripping his shoulders to ground himself.

He expects to see confusion, surprise, concern, anger, anything on Sirius' face. But there's only emptiness.

"Please don't talk about the love of my life like that." Remus begs over a broken voice. "You are worth so much more than your family's stupid fucking reputation and wealth. You always have and forever will be the most amazing person I've ever met. I can see the promise of everything you have to offer in your smile alone, Sirius. I'm not going to let them take that away from you. The world would be lost without it."

The wall breaks, and Sirius' dam of apathy falls away to the flood of grief he's kept buried inside of him for so long. Remus falls to Sirius' lap as he pulls him up to a sitting position. Remus hugs him as hard as Sirius is hugging back. He starts to sway them side to side, like Hope would do for Remus after a moon. Luckily it has the same calming affect on Sirius, like it did for him as a kid.

"What helps you when you feel like this?" Remus asks, because he's going to hold onto the answer and use it forever if it will help Sirius.

Sirius pulls away from Remus' chest and wipes his eyes with his shirt. A half-hearted laugh comes out of his mouth as he looks up at Remus the same way Remus is looking down at him. Love. Adoration. James told him once that they look at each other the exact same way.

"You. You help me. The sunshine to break through the storm. Remember, Moony?"

Remus does remember. It was only a few weeks ago when Sirius promised to be the one who would pull Remus out of his own head. And Remus will promise to do the same. Always.

Don't cry my one We've only got so much time under the sun Don't cry my dear We've only got so much time here

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specialagentlokitty · 4 years ago

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Harry Hart x reader - My Harry

Harry x reader. Set when we find out Harry is missing an eye/memories. She like noticed him not getting his regular suit fittings and freaking out cuz her mans is gone. Anyway, she helps him remember instead of eggsy. Then she’s like I’m joining with you, cuz someone has to watch your back and I 🥺🥺🥺. (But yeah, I’m anon from job applying reader... stopping in for part 2 idea.😊) - Anon❤️

When Harry didn’t turn one of his regular fittings, you didn’t think too much of it. You simply gave him a call and left it at that, but when he didn’t turn up to the next three you started to panic.

You were going to call Merlin when you saw him walk in. Panicked you walked up to him without a word, took his hand and started to drag him away from the counter.

“(Y/N), what’s going on? What’re you doing?” He asked.

Without a word you dragged him into a fitting room, closed the door and blocked it. Standing in front of it so he couldn’t get out.

With ready eyes, you stared Merlin in the eye and you saw him hesitate.

“Where is he...?” You whispered.

“(Y/N), you know I can’t tell you.” He sighed.

A few tears slipped down your face, you shook your head.

“Merlin... I have to know... Harry’s been gone for three weeks now...” your voice cracked, “I.. I need to know...”

Merlin sighed heavily, and he slowly walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t need to hear him speak to know what that meant, you shook your head in disbelief and backed up against the door.

“No... no... he.. he cant be gone...”

“I’m so sorry...”

Merlin tried to reach out to you once more but you were gone. You flung the door open and you were gone.

That was the last Merlin saw of you for months, you disappeared. Sure, he knew where you were, he kept tabs on you because he knew it was what Harry would have wanted.

When everything kicked off with the golden circle, Merlin kept one last tab In you and left.

He soon returned though, knocking on your door hastily.

“(Y/N)! I know you’re in here open the door!” He called.

He didn’t get a response and in one swift motion Merlin had your door kicked down and he stared to search the house. Thankfully he found you in the kitchen, Merlin walked right up to you and spun you around.

“Fucking Hell!!” You screamed.

You pulled an earphone out your ear and glared the Scotsman man.

“I tried to knock, I need you.”

“Piss off.”

“Please, it’s important.”

“I don’t care.”

“It’s Harry.”

You froze, turning to give him a nasty look, tears burning your eyes.

“Don’t you dare...” you whispered.

Merlin pulled out his phone, clicked around a few times and then turnt the screen to face you.

“That’s... oh god... his... what happened...?”

“He was shot in the head, he’s alive and well. He just... doesn’t remember anything... that’s why we need you.”

You stood there silently for a few moments before you slowly shook your head.

“Okay...”

Merlin took your hand and wasted no time in taking you all the way to Kentucky and to the Statesman headquarters.

“Well ain’t she a pretty sighed.” A man whispered.

“Make one move on her and I’ll rip your fucking head off.” Eggsy harshly whispered.

The man raised his hands and backed of while Merlin and Eggsy both lead you to another door.

“Remember, he doesn’t have any memories.” Eggsy said gently.

You nodded slowly and entered the room. Harry turnt to face you, but there was no recognition in his eye. He just simply stood there.

“Hello, can I help you?” He asked politely.

“I... I just came to talk...” You chocked out.

You did your best to hide the tears, but it was next to impossible, but some how you found the will not to.

“What would you like to talk about?” He asked.

You tried to think of the words but you jus couldn’t, the blank look on his voice, the unrecognisable tone in his voice.

It was Harry Hart. Everything about him was undoubtedly Harry.

Yet, he wasn’t YOUR Harry.

He wasn’t the Harry who came to the shop once a week just to see you, but pretended to get suits fitted. He wasn’t the Harry who asked how you were everyday, or made sure you had lunch, or walked you home in he rain. He wasn’t the Harry who would wipe away your tears when you were upset, or tell cheesy jokes to see you smile.

He wasn’t your Harry.

And that hurt you more than anything ever could. When you thought he was dead he was still your Harry, but it hurt knowing he was alive but he wasn’t yours. Not anymore.

Giving a pained smile, you simply just shook your head.

“It doesn’t matter, sorry to bother you.”

Walking over to Harry, who tensed when you got to close, you placed a hand on his cheek, even more pained when he pulled away.

“Stay safe, okay?”

Harry gave a confused nod and you smiled a little more.

“Good. It was nice seeing you...”

Placing a quick kiss to his cheek, you turnt around with a defeated look and started heading back to the door, you went to knock when you heard Harry speak up again.

“You has that same look on your face when you first came to the shop...” he whispered.

You froze, you couldn’t turn around. Tears started to stream down your face as you heard him approach, he placed a careful hand on your shoulder.

“Look at me darling..” he said gently, “please...”

You still couldn’t move, Harry sighed heavily and carefully spun you around, that’s when you snapped out of it.

You threw your arms around his neck and buried your face into his shirt crying heavily.

Harry didn’t say anything, but he held you, constantly pressing kisses to the top of your head.

After a while you calmed down, and Harry pulled away, placing his hands on either side of your face he wiped away the remaining tears and smiled softly.

“Still as beautiful as ever.”

You gave a watery chuckle and shook your head.

“Thank you...”

Harry smirks warmly, then leant in, pressing his lips gently to yours before he pulled away, and the door opened, Eggsy and Merlin walking in.

“Harry!”

Eggsy ran and crushed the older man into a hug while Merlin watched on with a fond smile.

Once everyone was done, Eggsy began to explain things to Harry.

“I’m joining.” You said sternly.

“No way, it’s far to dangerous.”

You huffed and crossed your arms, staring Harry down.

“Someone has to watch your back mister, so, I’m joining once you’re finished with this mission.”

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“You’re much to stubborn to stop.”

You beamed a little and everyone laughed. This was your Harry, you had him back and you weren’t going to let anyone else hurt him

#the kingsman #the kingsman x reader #the kingsman x you #the kingsman imagine #harry hart #harry hart x reader #harry hart x you #harry hart imagine

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idyllicbunny · 4 years ago

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Chapter Three | Hide and Seek | G.W

Elirah felt her heart pound at the words that George's mouth.

"P-punish me!?" She stuttered frozen in his lap.

"That's right Lirah. How else do you suppose you make it up to me?" He whispers massaging her arse with his hands.

"I- I'm sorry Georgie, I didn't have any other choice" she says biting her lip. George clenched his jaw and took a deep breath.

"You know baby girl, you sound so innocent but fucking hell I know that's not the case it it? You're such a bloody tease. And that little stunt you pulled before the game." He chuckled.

"Merlin the things I could've done you're lucky Fred was there." Elirah squealed as he pulled her onto her lap. She shuddered as she felt George's hand cup her face. He leaned into her smiling before taking her lip between his and pulling. She moaned quietly before mimicking his actions. He smiled brushing his nose against hers.

"In all seriousness Lirah. I need to know are you okay with me touching you?" He said shooting her sheepish smile.

George's eyes widened as Elirah stood kneeling over the table in front of him. She slid her panties down and threw them at him.

"Punish me Georgie."

It was almost immediate. George felt his trousers tighten, he stood making his way to her his hand itching at the site of her laying there for him and only him. Elirah gasped as his hands trailed along her bare flesh.

"If at any time you want me to stop I want you to say bludger okay?" Elirah nodded only for George to tsk.

"Words baby girl. I need to hear you say yes."

"If at any point I want to stop I say bludger. Got it"

George bit his lip before raising his hand and bringing it down onto her supple skin. A loud smack echoed across the classroom followed by a gasp.

"You okay baby?" George questioned rubbing over the tender flesh.

"Y-yes m'good. Keep going". She sighs adjusting herself.

George raises his hand before striking it down once again. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the slightly flushed area.

"Do you know why you're being punished Lirah?" He questions pulling back and smacking her other cheek moaning softly as he her whine fills his ears.

"You're being punished because you kissed me and left."

*Smack*

"You're being punished because you wanted me to forgive that foul git for calling you a bitch and every other nasty thing he said about you."

*Smack*

"You're being punished because you could've got hurt trying to stop me teaching that spoilt brat a lesson."

*Smack*

"You're getting punished because I would've never forgiven myself if anything happened to you" George gave her one last spank before carefully turning her over. Lirah's whimpered feeling the cold table soothe her stinging skin. Bleary eyed she stared at him as he kneeled down his face mere inches away from her.

"Such a good girl took it so well didn't you?" George says as he slides his thumb over her bottom lip. His hand trails down to her jaw he smirks softly tilting her head up. She bites her lip before switching them over so he was laying on the desk with her on his lap.

"George darling, you gave me my punishment but don't you think it's time for yours?" George held his breath as he felt her fingers trial up and down his shirt.

"What would you have done if Umbridge caught you on top of him hmm? Wouldn't of been fun would it?"

George stayed silent simply watching Elirah's hand that was now resting on top of his trousers.

"Exactly now be a good boy and don't cum." With that Elirah slid to her knees. She popped his button and pulled his trousers down with his boxers. George released a string of curses as he watched her mouth wrap around him.

"Merlin Lirah!" he moaned as he felt his tip hit the back of her throat. She winked at him keeping him held for a couple seconds before pulling back. George could've came in that second, the sight of his cock covered in her saliva was deadly especially with the smug look that was etched on her face.

Elirah took him back in her mouth swirling her tongue around his pink tip before tracing the bulging vein on the side of his cock.

"Please Lirah more!" George rasped as her tongue teased his aching balls.

"Patience baby" she smirked before taking his ball into her mouth.

George gripped the table as she sucked them. It was heaven her mouth wrapped around him but the pace she was going was excruciating. Elirah wrapped her hand around him stroking rapidly as she alternated between his balls. She released them with a pop and returned to his cock.

George hissed as Elirah hollowed her cheeks and sucked him. She pulled back only to go back down again. Elirah took a deep breath before sliding all 10 inches of him. She moaned feeling George's hand tightly grip her hair. Loud moans fell from his mouth as he kept her held in place. Elirah felt her eyes fill tears while her brain screamed for oxygen.

But she couldn't care less. The sounds coming out of George's mouth were worth the black dots that began clouding her vision.

"Lirah– feels so good fuck– I'm going to cum " he rasped slowly easing his grip on her. Lost in her own pleasure and his she whimpered as he pistoned himself in her mouth pushing all of his cock down her throat before pulling it out.

"M'gonna cum baby" he warned.

"Cum for me Georgie." George released a guttural groan before letting go. Lirah wrapped her hand around him and stroked him as his cum painted her face.

"Fucking hell Lirah!" he stuttered. She poked her out and gently licked the cum from his cock before trailing her tongue along her hand. She stared at him sucking on her index finger before grabbing her wand and waving it around her.

She stands and settles into George's lap.

"We should really go back before they think you killed me." George's eyes widened at the sound of her croaky voice.

"Shit your voice Lirah I'm sorry." She shakes her head at him.

"Nothing a little honey and lemon can't fix. Now come on before they send out a search party."

They walked back hand in hand in a comfortable silence. Upon reaching the portrait of the fat lady George said the password before turning to Elirah.

"I–"

"She's alive!" Raine cheered cutting George off. He sighed before walking into the common room.

"You're so dramatic Raine" Elirah rasped taking a seat next to him.

"What the hell happened to your voice Lirah?" Fred questioned worriedly

"Guys calm down I may or may not have got carried away telling George off"

Fred looked at her hesitantly before nodding. "Fair enough we were all going to go down for some dinner you coming?"

"Yeah sure just give me a minute I want to change in to something comfy you go ahead I'll meet you there."

"I'll save you a seat yeah?" Raine says.

"Thanks" She waves before making her way to the up the spiral staircase. Upon reaching her dorm Elirah quickly shuffles out her uniform and slips into a pair of joggers and a tank top.

She stares in the mirror before shrugging. "Eh it'll do."

She makes her way out the common room smiling when she sees her favourite scraggily haired blonde curled in a corner.

"Hey Luna!"

"Hello Elirah, you sound different like a frog. Suits you."

Elirah chuckles shaking her head. "Are you not coming to dinner?"

"Well I would but the nargles have stole my shoes again" Elirah gritted her teeth in annoyance. She would have to speak to her house members about their silly antics.

"How about you wear those socks you knitted for the elves I'm sure one pair won't be missed."

Luna beams at her standing.

"Of course the socks! I'll knit another pair just incase."

The two made their way out silently walking down the stairs that is until Elirah scream broke the silence causing Luna to jump as a figure emerged from the shadows.

"Merlin George Weasley you gave us quite the fright." She giggles before walking away.

"Luna?"

"I'm going to go since George wants to talk to you ... without me"

"I still have no idea how she does that y'know" Elirah sighs before turning to George.

"What did you want to say to me so badly that you couldn't have waited for me in the hall?"

George grins before pulling her.

"Not here let's go to the astronomy tower."

Elirah felt her heart melt at the site of pillows and blankets piled on top of each other with a little basket on the side.

"How did you organise this so quickly?"

"Lets just say I owe the kitchen elves big time" With that he pulled her into him taking a seat against the pillow.

They sat in a comfortable silence engulfed in each others warmth.

"You know you're my pretty girl aren't you? Only mine Elirah Amare. You're not just a quick fuck to me. You're so much more than that and I want to show you that. I want your heart, I want your soul Merlin I want you."

Elirah chuckles softly nuzzling into his touch.

"Then take me George Weasley."

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coffeestainsandcashmere · 4 years ago

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Happy late birthday! :D In my rereading of dark and bright I was imagining how would be the conversation between Draco and Theo about Hermione's birthday, like "And then Draco you will give her the cards." "But...." "No buts. For the love of all the founders Draco. You just have to give her the cards!" And now I've been laughing for 5 minutes

My hand slipped and 1.2k words fell out: (for those wondering where this fits, it mirrors Chapter Six of ‘Dark and Bright’, but can be read as a stand-alone).

“Draco…” Theo mused, looking up slowly at his boyfriend across their shared bedroom in the dungeons.

Nodding off on his own four-poster after a particularly gruelling Saturday quidditch practice, Draco scowled, and then lifted an eyebrow when he caught the look on Theo’s face. “What?” he asked flatly. “That tone of voice always means you’re plotting something. What are you scheming this time?”

“You know it’s Gr-Granger’s birthday next weekend?”

Draco blinked, clearly taken by surprise. “It is?” That meant she was older than both of them, and Draco was the baby of the lot. His scowl deepened.

“Mmm,” Theo hummed, sitting up from where he’d also been reclining like a Roman on his bed, and he swung his long, slim legs down so that his black socks met the green, woven rug beside the bed. “Scrivenshaft’s is still open on Sundays, right?”

With a cavernous sigh, Draco nodded, and the very next day, the two boys had made the walk into Hogsmeade in the rain and were perusing the - admittedly limited - selection of magical birthday cards in the poky little shop.

Theo shoved one under Draco’s nose and he instantly recoiled, lip curling in his trademark sneer, as a cloud of sickly-sweet rose scent billowed up into the air. Draco sneezed. “No,” he spluttered, reeling away. “Merlin, that’s strong.”

Theo just laughed and put it pack in the display before barking a loud laugh. “This one,” he said, and drew out a one bearing a cauldron and a copy of Advanced Potion Making. “It’s perfect.”

He turned to show his boyfriend, but paused when he caught sight of Draco trailing his fingers over the front of one card in particular, and his shoulders dropped. A soft, fond smile crept over Theo’s face and he chuckled, stepping close to Draco and kissing his cheek.

“Also perfect,” he whispered, and Draco flushed predictably. “Don’t get cocky - I meant the c-card!” he added with a grin, dancing out of reach of a smack on the arm from Draco a second later.

The morning of Granger’s birthday dawned grey and really fucking miserable, but that wasn’t exactly unusual for autumn in the Highlands. “There she is,” Theo said under his breath as they sat at the Slytherin table ahead of the morning rush. He jutted his chin at the Gryffindor table. “Fuck me…” he hissed. “Is it just me or does she look even better in muggle clothing than she does in that blouse?” His eyes lingered on the way her jeans hugged the curves of her hips and arse in particular. ‘That blouse’ was one that was half a size too small, and did incredibly distracting things to her chest when she leaned forwards in Potions.

“That blouse is bloody perfect,” Draco replied through clenched teeth, staring doggedly into the depths of his stupendously strong coffee. Somehow he’d managed to evaporate off two thirds of the water from a normal mug to turn it into a sludgy approximation of an espresso, with enough strength to give a centaur a heart attack.

Without looking around, Hermione took her seat alone at the nearly empty table facing them, settling herself with deliberate care, rolling up the sleeves of her hoodie before pouring herself a coffee.

“I could watch her all day,” Theo half sighed, chin sinking into his hand, elbow propped on the table.

“You said you were going to watch me all day,” Draco pouted.

With a laugh, Theo picked up a grape and wiggled it in front of Draco’s still-pouting lips. “And I will, darling. Most attentively. You know what the sight of you in that qu-quidditch kit does to me - or perhaps you’d like to find out right now?” he asked, reaching coyly for Draco’s pale hand and pretending to move it towards his crotch. If he’d succeeded in that without Draco yanking his hand back, Draco would probably have found him at least halfway interested; mostly from seeing Hermione’s perfect arse, but being seated next to Draco in his quidditch gear was not helping matters either.

Draco rolled his eyes but ruined it by laughing suddenly, his icy facade fracturing for just a moment, and Theo chalked it up as a victory.

He’d been so absorbed in watching Draco’s face change like the landscape when the sun comes out, that they almost missed Granger leaving. Theo dug Draco in the ribs. “Now’s your chance. Remember that you look bloody spectacular at the moment, but try not to be too cold…”

Draco’s white eyebrows pinched into a scowl.

“No, no, no,” Theo laughed. “Stop that. Go and give her the cards. Right now.”

“But…” Draco began, his already frayed courage faltering.

“No buts,” Theo said fiercely. “Oh for the love of all the founders Draco. You have to give her the cards! Don’t you get it? It has to be you. Or she’ll think I roped you into it, and that you don’t care.”

With an indistinct growl, Draco left, and Theo watched him, unaware that he was nearly biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood until he almost tasted it on his tongue.

He watched with a leaden stomach as Draco artlessly yelled Granger’s name across the entrance hall, then stuck his hand out, proffering the cards to her like they were a dirty handkerchief she’d just accidentally dropped.

“Oh Merlin, Drake,” Theo groaned, dropping his head to his hands and running his fingers through his raucous curls. “Please don’t fuck this up. Where’s all that pureblood class and poise now for fuck’s sake…?”

To his surprise, however, Draco appeared not to fuck anything up too severely, and Hermione even shot Theo a warm look over Draco’s shoulder. He grinned at her, ignoring the nervous, acrid flutter of doxy wings in his stomach, and prayed to all the Founders that Hermione wouldn’t think them insincere.

Draco turned and fled almost the very moment she had the cards in her hand, looking so pale Theo thought he might pass out, but Hermione’s eyes were on his delectable backside, so Theo allowed himself the luxury of a smirk. When Draco took his seat beside him, he let out a long breath and cursed something colourful involving Salazar’s underthings that Theo hadn’t wanted to think about, and downed the rest of his coffee.

There was no point in hiding their interest in her reaction, and when she looked up from reading the cards, the soft, delighted, almost tearful expression on her face made Theo’s stomach swoop like he’d pulled off a Wronski Feint. It was a wonder he didn’t lose his breakfast entirely.

Her lips articulated the words ‘thank you’, and Theo inclined his head, too pleased for anything else. Draco had frozen beside him, looking like he’d swallowed a flobberworm, and he clutched his long fingers tightly for a moment.

“That wasn’t so bad?” Theo asked as a great whoop from the stairs made them look back to find Ginny Weasley and half the Gryffindor team piling in around poor Hermione until all that as visible of her was a few corkscrews of hair sticking up out of the pile of red and gold. Theo ached suddenly to be able to touch her like that, but he schooled himself to patience.

“She asked me if they were howlers,” Draco said flatly, and Theo nearly spat his tea across the table as relieved laughter burbled up inside him.

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Chapter 1: A Moment in Mirthe

The bar was alive with laughter and warmth. Kids ran amok, going under tables and winding between stools trying to catch their friends.

A group of townsmen sat at one of the large wooden tables in the corner of the pub. Farmers, Butchers, and the town’s Blacksmith sat around chuckling and drinking the night away; their weekly get-together to chat about how the crops have been growing or the new town gossip their wives whisper to them at dinner.

“Your highness, I’m so dreadfully sorry you must listen to this commotion.”

You sighed. Your personal guard, while undercover, still found a way to make you feel, well, very fragile. Even though you were on the run, Branson still kept you up on a royal pedestal.

You leaned over to him and from under your cloak hood, you whispered, “Branson, please, you needn’t be so… on guard. We need to blend in remember? You look like you’re being forced to still on a pitchfork and sing for the crowd.”

“Yes your highness, of course.” You swat him on the shoulder when he started to bow, “Quit with that! Call me Y/N from now on if you have to address me at all, you’re going to give us away.”

I can’t believe this man was ranked the best for going undercover for Father.

Oh Papa… I hope he’s alright…

You looked down into your lap and pulled the cloak over your skirt.

It had been a quick escape, you were up in your bedroom when the shooting started. It was the edge of the evening, the sun had been casting a lovely glow over the horizon when you noticed tiny dots moving over the hills towards the castle. Like ants moving across a picnic table to sneak a bread crumb that was leftover.

But then, fire started to light the sky like a meteor shower raining down on the kingdom. “We are under attack! We are under attack!” Shouts started coming from every inch of the kingdom.

You moved from the window, heart pounding in your chest.

Your maid came rushing in, the blood drained from her face. “We must get you ready to leave, immediately.” She rushed over to you and started to untie the over-skirt of your dinner dress and the jeweled bodice that went with it. A couple younger maids rushed in as Rhea, your head maid, nearing broke open your winter travel closet.

She shouted orders to them, “Mia, change her shoes, riding boots; The ones with the good strong leather. Elle, Grab her winter cloak, the one with the arm cutouts and the heavy hood.”

As the younger maids scrambled to do her orders, she came over with your dark turquoise riding outfit. It was a wool long sleeve bodice that came up to the middle of your neck.

The front of the bodice had a cut out at showed the cream undershirt you had been wearing before. The skirt was the same material but a bit lighter in weight so it was movable, (with pockets!), flowers and jewels were embroidered to the hem of the skirt and around the pockets.

While the girls change your boots and buttoned your cloak, your mother came in with Branson and a few other guards flanked them.

“Mama, what’s going on? Why are they attacking so soon, I thought this war was starting in a month, not now.” You quickly asked. She came over and stroked your cheek, “I know my darling, it’s alright. It will be, now you’re going to leave with Branson.”

“But Mother—“ “No no, we don’t have time for this, you must go and quickly now. Your father and I will try to follow later but for now, you are to leave at once.” She gave you a hug— one filled with more dread than warmth but you hugged her back anyway. Who knows when you would see her again. It could be months, even a year.

Maybe never again.

With that thought, you hugged even tighter.

Your mother bid you a farewell and sent you with Branson, you were able to get out of the castle rather hurriedly through a back moat on a small boat. There were stable boys on the other side that had two horses ready to go satchels packed and all.

You guessed that this plan had been passed down through generations in case of an emergency.

After settling on the horse you turned back to see the kingdom for one last look,

And that’s when the fire started.

It burned so horribly, but the screams were the worst part, you could feel the warmth of the embers that fell down from the tower that was lit up like a candle in the dark.

“Your highness, we must go!” Branson yelled as he grabbed the last bag from the stable boy. Tears burned in your eyes as you watched your home crumble.

You clicked the horse and went off in a gallop away from the kingdom, with Branson at your side.

My home, it’s gone.

A beer glass clashed down and pulled you from your thoughts, laughter filled your ears again and you came back to the present moment. Branson wasn’t next to you anymore, he must have gone to get some supper from the bar for you and him.

“I just don’t understand why we need to stop here Geralt, Mirthe is so boring and I know some cute ladies that probably miss me so terribly in Anchor.”

A lively man dressed in vibrant blues and a lute strapped over his back, most likely a musician, whined as he entered with a rather gigantic man covered with a cloak. The man only grunted at his companion as he scanned the room, when he made eye contact with you a shiver went down your spine and you felt your hands and feet turn cold.

You looked away quickly and the man, the bard called Geralt, sat down at a table close to you in the room. His friend quickly realized his woes weren’t being answered and after dropping his lute off went off to get a drink.

“Here you are your highne— I mean, Y/N.” Your guard put a plate of food in front of you and a cup of water. You were famished so you dug in immediately, and you swore there may have been a chuckle from a certain man.

I wonder if I can lower my cloak hood, it’s very hard to eat with it.

After the fifth time it covered your eyes as you tried to bring the fork to your mouth, you huffed and threw it back. Branson’s eyes got wide, “What are you doing?!” He hissed, “you could be noticed!”

You pursed your lips,“I’ve been rarely seen outside the palace walls and I never got my portrait painted so I hardly doubt people are going to notice a young woman who’s covered in soot eating her food in a pub.”

He huffed but decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. Thankfully, the bard came back and gave something for you to watch. He gallantly set down two pints of ale and started on about one of the girls at the bar he’s sure was catching his eye.

“I mean it Geralt, I think she’s the one! Yes, I’ve said that before but she’s so beautiful and—“ “Full figured?” Geralt finally spoke. You couldn’t help but giggle.

Two sets of eyes moved over to you at the noise and you looked down, still smiling. Branson, oblivious to the moment, got up to get some more ale. The bard seemed to be intrigued by you and decided once your guard had left he could fill in.

He slipped into the seat next to you “Why hello there, the name’s Jaskier, might I have the pleasure of knowing yours?”

His friend rolled his eyes and you smiled, “ It’s uh- Cora.”

Jaskier smiled and took your hand, kissing the top of it. “Enchanted Ms. Cora.” “Oh Jaskier leave her alone, she’s not interested in a musician.” You raised an eyebrow at him, “And who says that? Is there someone else I should be intrigued by, a strong arm perhaps?”

Jaskier seemed to glow at your comment and grinned. “Oh goodness Mr. Geralt of Rivia, it seems you’ve met your match!”

The bard turned back to you, “Where are you traveling to? If it’s the same place as us, we could accompany you.”

Geralt mumbled under his breath, “You know I’ve got a job to do Jask—“ but he was cut off by shouts at the bar. The farmers and others at the large table stood up at the commotion. When you turned your head the first thing you saw was a group of men with pitchforks, axes and torches bursting through the door.

Then Branson with an arrow through his eye socket.

Fuck.

They’ve found me.

Geralt was already out of his seat with his sword in his hand. “I’ve got to go.” You said in a hurry, grabbing the satchel Branson had taken off and put it over your head. The bard shook his head, “We need to hide! Not run away!” He said frantically.

You grabbed Jaskier’s hand and pulled your hood up. “Jaskier can I trust you with my entire life at this moment?”

The bard, very worried, nodded. “I believe these men are after me, do you know if there’s another way out of this pub?”

“Yes, yes follow me.” Grabbing his lute from the table, hand in hand you went into the conjoined room away from the fight. In the corner of the new room, Jaskier put you behind some barrels of ale that had been stacked. “I’m going to tell Geralt we’re leaving, stay here.”

Is he serious?!

Jaskier weaved his way through the fighting, avoiding a few arrows that shot through the tavern by the grace of the gods. “Geralt! Geralt! I’m taking Roach and will be where we talked about earlier!” He called out. The fighter turned with a confused look, “You’re doing what?! Roach?!” But Jaskier was already retreating to the other room as the group of farmers decided to join the fight with their empty ale glasses.

“Alright, let's go!”You got up out of your hiding space, right as one of the men came in with a crossbow. In a flash, you pulled out a dagger that was strapped to your waist and threw it straight into his neck.

The man dropped instantly and Jaskier couldn’t process the event that just happened.

“How did you, where did you learn—“ You ran over and grabbed the dagger, wiping the blood off on him and snatching the crossbow. “Can’t explain right now,” you shoved the bow into his hands, “This is a pretty simple weapon, point and shoot basically. Here are the extra arrows. Now let’s go!!”

You both exited the back entrance and outside was a nightmare, there were knights dressed in black slaughtering every innocent soul that they came in contact with. Jaskier pulled you around the corner to a horse that was tied to a post.

“Hiya Roach, this is Cora. We’ve got to go.” The musician helped you up into the saddlel and then climbed on behind you. He grabbed the reins, “Oh wow, I’ve never actually—whoa!!” You had taken them from him and set off away from the chaos, Jaskier clinging to you for dear life.

“Where am I going Jaskier?” You asked as you rode across a bridge into the woods.

“There’s a cave closer to the mountainside to the west. Geralt and I are supposed to kill— oh uh, see something there.”

Did he just say kill?

“Oh… alright.” It was about half an hour until you stopped a cave entrance. You got off at a stream close by and let the horse have a drink and rest. The bard spoke after taking a slip for himself from the stream. “Can I ask you why you’ve decided to bestow your, and I quote ‘entire life’ in me?”

You sat down on a soft patch of grass, “I guess I need to tell you the real story now since you did help me out of harm's way.”

You swallowed, “You know about the attack on Tretogor? That happened a fortnight ago?”

“Yes, Geralt and I heard of them on our way here in La Valette. The stories were horrible, I’m sorry to say.”

You nodded and swallowed, “Yeah, very terrible. Well, I am Prin—“

“Princess Y/N Echantcia of Tretogor I presume.”

Geralt emerged from the bush as he made the statement. Jaskier stood at the news, “Is it true?” He asked. You stood as well and curtsied at them both.

“It’s true. I’m a runaway princess,” you sighed, “what do you think of that.”

The white-haired man exhaled, “well that’s a relief, I’m the Witcher sent to find you.”

Oh fuck.

You backed away immediately, “You’re here to kill me aren’t you?”

Jaskier started to freak out, “No no no! Of course not why—“ But you weren’t listening, you were to busy staring into the amber eyes of the man that made no notion you were wrong.

“Geralt this is ridiculous, you need to tell her we mean no harm.” He was now standing next to Geralt gesturing to you and then back, waving his arms about.

“Jaskier, I cannot say that, because I have indeed been instructed to take out the last of the bloodline of Merlin. They are the only ones that could cause the world as we know it to collapse at a moment’s notice. They are one of the biggest threats to humanity.”

The bard grabbed the back of his head and gestured with the other hand to you,

“You can’t mean to tell me that this young woman possesses natural powers unlike the Brotherhood of Sorcerers who use plain magic. That’s just a fable told to young kids!”

“No Jaskier, it’s not.”

Geralt took a step towards you, and you let out a shaky breath. You smiled at the bard, “Goodbye Jaskier.”

Like a flash of lightning, you vanished.

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The married life of the Pendragon family.

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It’s been a month and Merlin is sick of it. He’s been a good and kind husband to Arthur but his new husband has hardly batted an eye at him. Correction, he’s hardly been there to even do that. He’s training till midnight, be it rain or wind. He’s quiet at breakfast and dinner. He’s working all day. He asks nothing of Merlin, no advice or help. Nothing. They’ve hardly touched since the bedding ceremony. If you could call a quick kiss and hand holding touching while in public together. So when Arthur walks into their chamber one evening, He sits Arthur on the bed and stands in front of him. “We need to talk.” Merlin says and Arthur offers him an awkward smile before shaking his head and gets up but Merlin just shoves him back down again. “I get it, you didn’t want me. But we need this union to work for the good of our people and country and I know you would sacrifice your mind and body if it mean’t your kingdom would prosper. I would too. But you can’t just live like this. I am your husband, Arthur. I want to love you and I care for you very much already...and... I am here for you and only you. I will always stand by you. You don’t need to hide anymore. I should be your comfort but I am just a thorn at your side.”

Arthur frowns at his words and shakes his head, opening his mouth. Merlin holds up a finger and Arthur shuts it again.

“You never open up to me. You’re miserable day and night. I want to make you happy, Arthur. I want you happy...that’s all. Healthy and smiling...but you’re so...broken with this weight on your shoulders. I want to share it with you. I don’t know what it is but you need to talk to me, Arthur. You need to let me in. I won’t ever hurt you. I’ll love you completely...I’ll take care of you. I want you to be able to be vulnerable around me and still feel safe. I am yours, completely yours. Arthur...please stop doing this. Whatever this is, i’m so tired of it and I know you are too...please just let it go. I’m here now...I can be the person to look after you. To listen to you and fight along side you.” Merlin pleads.

Arthur watches him quietly, his heart hammering in his chest and he feels the tears begin to well up and he smiles. Can this man really be the person he’s been wanting all this time? Can he trust this Merlin completely?

Arthur holds back a sob as everything he’s been keeping in, all the stress and misery breaks out and he feels the tears flowing down his cheeks and he smiles. ‘Finally.’ He thinks, 'Finally I found that person.’

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Going Home Ch2 of Somewhere Out There 3A Canon Divergence

I’ve wanted to continue this canon divergence for a while and I’m so thrilled to be sharing it with you all now! This fic wouldn’t have been possible without the INVALUABLE eyes, insight, questions, and cheering of @thisonesatellite. Thank you so much, my friend!!! I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think!

Ch Summary: After True Love’s Kiss works in bringing back Emma and Henry’s memories, CS and Henry return home to the Enchanted Forest.

Rating: For this chapter, G. For the entire fic, M (smut)

Words: 2500 of 5300 total

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The Jolly Roger cut smoothly across the crystal clear water, swiftly approaching the castle of Snow White and Prince Charming. Emma felt a thrill of excitement skitter down her spine as she beheld the flawless edifice for the first time. Memories of her first trip to the Enchanted Forest paraded themselves across her mind’s eye, the ruins of the castle she was born in, as well as her mother’s tears when faced with its destruction.

But this morning, with the sun rising over the mountains that surrounded her parents castle, the exterior nearly blinded her. The rays reflected off the white stone and turrets she remembered her mother talking about after they returned home from their Enchanted Forest adventure until her vision was positively dazzled. Her family and the other inhabitants of the place of her birth had obviously worked hard to rebuild in the year that they’d been back here. Or maybe Regina had simply waved her hand to restore the castle to its former glory.

They had left New York forever the next day after spending that Saturday packing up what they wanted to take with them and taking care of all the loose ends that would have been left had they simply disappeared. They arrived two days later at the familiar rocky coast of what had once been Storybrooke to find nothing but unblemished forest and sea birds. Poor Henry looked like he was about to cry, and she had to admit that she was having trouble hiding her own tears as well. She’d been careful, she thought, about getting her hopes up, but seeing with her own eyes no trace of Storybrooke, she realized just how much she had come to think of the small town as home and just how disappointed she was that it wasn’t there. Killian helped dispel the melancholy that had enveloped them by taking them both in his arms and assuring them that he would get them home to their family. They changed course, back toward New York until they found and fell through the portal that would take them home.

A feeling of peace, of home settled over her for the first time in her life. All her life she’d been shuffled from place to place, group home to foster home and back again. And even as an adult, the longest she’d stayed anywhere was Tallahassee. But with her pirate and son behind her, she looked over her shoulder to see Killian leaving Henry at the helm and begin making his way toward her, and the rest of her family ahead of her, living in a fairy tale castle to boot, she had never felt so content.

Strong arms circled around her waist and clasped over her middle. She covered his hands with her own as he nuzzled into her neck, placing a tender kiss right behind her ear. “What are you thinking, Swan?” he murmured.

She turned in his arms and raised up onto her toes to kiss him. “Just how much this feels like home. Neal told me, years ago, that home was the place that when you left, you just missed it. Obviously I never missed the Enchanted Forest. I’d never lived here. And going back to where Storybrooke had been made me realize how very much I missed my family.” She looked up at him through her lashes. “Missed you. Even if I didn’t remember.”

Killian smiled down at her. “Aye, Love. We missed you, too.” He gathered her in his arms and hugged her tightly for a few moments before he gave her a chaste kiss and released her, turning back toward the helm. She watched as he took over from Henry and her son started towards her.

“So, what do you think, Mom?” he queried as he leaned against the gunwale.

She smiled at him. “I think we’re home. And I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to see our family again.”

“Agreed,” he said, staring at the castle that was growing ever closer. Just a few minutes later, they were able to make out the dock at the back of the castle. Emma couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that there didn’t appear to be anyone to meet them. Wouldn’t someone have seen them coming from the towers of the palace?

Killian carefully brought the Jolly into berth as Henry secured the ship to the dock. Just as they were making their way down the gangplank, the Blue Fairy appeared before them. She gave a small bow before speaking.

“Thank you, Captain,” she began, “for bringing the Savior home.” Suddenly, the fairy pulled a small vial out of mid-air, uncorked it, and tossed its contents onto Emma.

Emma was frozen in place. Fear gripped her as she heard Killian and Henry shout, Killian drawing his sword in her defense, Henry’s face a mask of shock and dismay. Before Killian could reach the fairy, she waved her wand and a blue cloud of magic enveloped her and the magical being. Moments later, she found herself in a dark cave lit only by torch light. It took a few moments before she could see well enough to realize it was the same cave prison that Killian had left her in before she and her mother had made it back to Storybrooke. Only this time, it was the Blue Fairy on the other side of the bars, not her True Love and Cora. Emma lunged at the bars.

“What are you doing?” she shouted.

Emma stared at the fairy, stunned. She looked sad, apologetic almost, for her actions, at the state Emma found herself in. She rattled the bars in anger. “Answer me! What have you done? Where are my parents?”

“Your parents are fine, Your Highness.” Emma huffed at the fairy’s use of her title.

“Why are you calling me “Your Highness” if you’ve put me in this dungeon?” Her sarcasm wasn’t lost on her captor.

“Because you are still the Princess in this land, and I’m truly sorry to have to do this.” And with that enigmatic statement, the Blue Fairy disappeared. Emma shook the bars before her again and shouted as loudly as she could. There was no response. She turned and looked around, trying to think of anything that she could possibly do to get out. Trying to use magic was useless. She at least remembered that much from her previous imprisonment. The light from the torch just outside the cell reflected off of something lodged into a crevice in the rock wall. Walking over to it, she saw it was a small mirror. Pulling it out, the glass was suddenly filled with a purple smoke before a dark skinned, kindly, ageless face appeared.

“Hello, Savior,” he greeted her.

Emma couldn’t keep the shocked surprise out of her voice. “Who are you? How do you know who I am?”

“Who I am doesn’t matter, Savior, but yes, I know exactly who you are, Emma Swan,” he intoned. “And I also know what the Blue Fairy is doing.”

It took Emma a moment to absorb what he just said. “You do? Why?” she asked, “She is supposed to be one of my parents closest friends and advisors. Why would she do this?”

His bottomless brown eyes grew sad as he answered her. “I have watched the Blue Fairy for many years, since long before you were born. She has forsaken her duty of protecting your family. It is my responsibility to rein her in, to deprive her of the source of her power and now that she is back in a realm with magic, I am able to do so.”

“Are you taking her magic?” Emma queried.

The man smiled enigmatically. “When she realized that her magic was weakening, she sent Killian to bring you home.”

“She gave me the dream so that I would recognize Killian when he got there,” she breathed. “She repositioned Cygnus, both here and in my world, so that he could find me.”

He nodded slowly. “Indeed.”

Emma looked back at the bars. “Can you help me get out of here?”

“I cannot help you escape beyond what I’ve already done. You have the means at your disposal. Good luck, Savior.” Magic began to swirl in the mirror.

“Wait,” Emma cried, “Who are you?”

“I am Merlin. Don’t you know me?” he answered with a smile before he disappeared in a swirl of smoke.

Emma stared at the glass before her, not knowing what to do. She remembered what Rumplestiltskin had told her when they had all returned from New York after she found Neal. That magic was not an intellectual endeavor. She had to feel it. Squaring her shoulders, taking a deep breath, and shutting her eyes, she thought of Killian and Henry and how much she loved them and wanted to be with them again.

She opened her eyes again to see her two favorite people smiling at her. Her own face broke into a grin. “Swan,” Killian cried, “Are you alright? Where are you?”

“I’m below the castle in the dungeon. In Rumple’s cell,” she explained. “Where’s Mom and Dad? And Regina?”

“We’re here, Emma,” her mother called. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re alright,” she exclaimed, pushing her way into the mirror’s glass. Her eyes filled with tears. “I can’t believe you’re really here! And that Blue would do this!”

“Merlin gave me this mirror so we could communicate. She’s trying to steal my magic because he’s been draining hers for her failure in upholding her duty to our family.”

Snow’s face was an “O” of shocked disbelief. Regina appeared in the mirror. “So what do we do?” she asked. “We obviously can’t trust the Blue Fairy anymore.”

“Merlin said that I have the tools at my disposal. I figured out what to do with the mirror. But maybe, my magic too? That’s a tool, isn’t it? Mom, Cora said that even Rumplestiltskin couldn’t escape this prison. Why? What’s so special about it?”

“We had it specially constructed and magically protected so that he could never escape. Only light and dark magic combined can weaken the enchantment.”

They turned their eyes upon Regina. “Two sides of the same coin,” Emma whispered. “Regina, you attack from outside the prison, I attack from inside. That would do it, right?”

Regina’s eyebrows rose. “It should. But what about Blue? Where is she? How do we neutralize her?”

“Regina!” Snow scolded.

Regina rolled her eyes. “I’m not talking about killing her. Just neutralizing her. Taking her magic, making her unable to fight us.”

“She disappeared. I have no idea where she is. But, if she’s wanting my magic, I would assume that she won’t be gone long.”

“Maybe she’s gone to collect some kind of vessel to contain your magic in, Love,” Killian speculated.

“In that case, we need to get Emma out of there.” Emma nearly burst into tears when she heard her father in the background.

Emma wiped at her eyes furiously as Regina, Killian, Henry, and her parents all appeared before her on the other side of the bars. Emma ran for the bars trying to reach and touch all of them at once.

“Okay, okay,” Charming shouted. “The reunion will have to wait until after Emma’s free. On the count of three. One, two, three!”

Emma stepped back and held up her hands sending a stream of magic at the bars that Regina matched on the other side. White and Dark magic met and sparks flew. Emma could see her family shielding their eyes against the clash of magic and, she’d be honest, if she wasn’t one of the magic wielders, she’d be doing the same. The heat and the power that coursed through her was like nothing that she’d ever known and she was suddenly aware of why the people around her had believed in her so much and for so long. Suddenly, Killian was there, at a hole in the bars big enough for her to climb through.

At that moment, Blue appeared. Quick as an adder strike, Regina shot the fairy with a blast of dark magic, knocking her back into the cell where she had imprisoned Emma. She appeared stunned as Regina shouted, “Seal the bars, Miss Swan!”

“Do it, Mom!”

Emma shot another blast of magic at the bars, making them whole again. Regina cast a binding spell both on Blue and the cell as realization dawned on their former friend and ally.

“No!” she cried.

Snow and Charming stepped forward. “Yes. You have betrayed us in the worst possible way, Blue,” Charming said, his face hard as stone. “For that, you deserve banishment and death. However, in gratitude for your part in bringing Emma home to us, your life will not end by our hand. Once your magic is gone, you will age like the rest of us. You will remain behind bars until death sets you free. This is your punishment for the crimes against our family.” He turned to his wife, who nodded in agreement with his sentence.

Blue looked from face to face, hoping to find some glimmer of regret, a sliver of affinity in anyone’s eyes, anything that she could try to manipulate to her advantage. There was none. She bowed her head as the family turned from her in her prison and walked away.

The jubilant group emerged into the sunshine. Henry was immediately gathered in Regina’s arms, where he was overjoyed to hug his adoptive mother just as tightly as she was hugging him. Emma found herself gathered in the arms of her parents, tears flowing freely as she felt her father’s hand on the back of her head. Pulling back, astonished, Emma looked down at her mother’s very pregnant belly. It hadn’t even registered in all the action of the last few minutes until Snow gathered her close in a hug that was a year in the making. More tears spilled as Emma expressed her joy at the impending birth of her brother or sister.

Finally pulling out of her parents embrace, Emma reached out for Killian. “Mom, Dad,” she began, smiling affectionately at her True Love, “Killian brought me, brought us, home.” He took her hand, a gentle smile on his face, as she turned back toward her parents.

“We know, sweetheart,” David told her. “When Killian and Henry appeared, he was just able to tell us what happened and how he got to you. Then you appeared in the mirror.”

“Did he tell you about True Love’s Kiss bringing back my and Henry’s memories?”

David’s grin split his face. “Yes, he did. And I, we, couldn’t be happier,” he said, looking at his wife.

“We will plan an engagement and welcome home ball at once,” she exclaimed, green eyes gleaming with excitement.

Emma turned resigned and amused eyes upon her pirate. “Welcome home, Love,” he said, before leaning down and capturing her lips with his own.

“Yep, I guess I am,” she agreed.

Looking around at the faces of the people who loved her, she knew that she was home. Exactly where she wanted to be.

The End

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years ago

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Closure

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Post Date: 9-30-19

Paring: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: I have no heart anymore 😂

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“You ever been in love?” Fred asks as his head hung upside down off the couch, looking at you in the same position. You scrunched up your nose, turning to meet the boy eyes.

“Why would you ask me that? You know I haven’t.” You said with a chuckle as Fred joined in, making the small living room echo with your sounds. “Seriously though, why would you ask such a thing?”

“Just wondering. I was curious as to why you never got a boyfriend. You know you could get one.” He nudged your shoulder and you brought your hand to your face, hiding the slight blush coming in at this topic. “Lee was asking about you a lot last year.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, Fred was really trying to set you up right now? Sure you could go out with Lee, chances were you could get almost any guy in the school but you just graduated, and now the chances of you seeing any of the kids at hogwarts we’re pretty low if they didn’t show up at the twins and your joke shop.

“Who needs a boyfriend when I have a best friend like you?” Fred gave you a small smile and grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze before standing up.

“Come on Love, store opens soon and I promised George I’d get you there on time at least once this week.” He pulled you off the couch, bringing you next to him before you both apparated to your shop.

The store sprung to life around you but you couldn’t bring yourself to smile right, never quite reaching your eyes. It was hard to remain cheery and happy while your dreams were coming true if the person you’d dreamt them with wasn’t there. It had been nearly 6 months since Fred died, your best friend leaving the store to you and George to take care of alone. George was a mess. He hardly ever showed up anymore and you couldn’t blame him, everything in here reminded you of Fred, hell seeing his twin caused your entire brain to shut down. You felt guilty, your time with the Weasley family was cut down tremendously because you were too afraid. You were too afraid to face them and not break down because you might’ve lost the best person and friend you could’ve asked for but they lost a brother, a son, family, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for thinking only about yourself. Today was supposed to be a shorter day for you, George was supposed to come in a few minutes and relive you of your duties but time seemed to stand still as a little boy approached the counter you sat behind. It wouldn’t have been completely dreadful if he hadn’t turned around to his brother, wearing the same face as him and you found yourself staring a little long.

The moment they were gone and leaving you alone, you ducked under the counter, trying to calm your now rapid breaths. It was like that every time a twin came in, which turned out to be more frequent than not. You would clam up and suddenly the entire world around you yet none of it registered in your head until ginger hair entered your view and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you gently before pulling you into their arms. For a second you thought the world was right again and you were in Fred’s arms, but soon enough you realized that wasn’t him.

“Let me go!” You cried quietly into the once younger twins arms as he held you tighter, running a hand over your hair which only made things worse.

George knew exactly what to do from watching Fred over the years. He was like a guidebook that he could never open again.

The moment your cries turned to gentle sniffles George let you go, watching you press your back into the shelf behind you and wipe your nose onto your sweater. “Thank you.” You mumbled as George nodded, copying your pose across from you. Neither of you said anything, just staying in the comfort of each other as kids laughed around you.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself Y/N.” George finally spoke as you looked up at him, seeing him play with his fingers instead of looking at you. You were about to ask him what he was talking about before he kept going. “You need closure.”

Your mood instantly got worse as you realized what he meant. In the 6 months since you lost Fred, you never once visited his grave. It was just too hard. “What about you huh? Don’t you need closure as well? I don’t see you making any move to visit him.” You knew you would soon regret the words but George didn’t say anything, just leaning forward to wipe the tears streaming down your face.

“It’s different for you.” He whispered, letting his fingers stop to cup your cheek. “He’s always going to be different for you.”

The first time you realized life wasn’t going to just wait for you to get your shit together, you were eleven. Hogwarts has always seemed like a dream to you growing up but now that you were here it didn’t really seem all that special. You were failing half your classes, Snape scared the living daylights out of you, you had yet to find the people you would fit in with, and Gryffindor truly didn’t seem like the house you fit into. You were always more of a shy girl, everyone called you a mouse since you could talk because you never really did, brave and daring were just two words you’d never use to describe yourself. So far the only thing you managed to do was get detention for staying up too late in the library studying and getting caught by Snape on your way back. You tried to convince him to just let you go but instead he took 50 points from Gryffindor which had increased due to your persistence further damning you to solitude in your house. No one really liked the out of place first year losing 50 points in one night.

You sat alone for what seemed like the millionth time that month in the Great Hall before the spot across from you became occupied by a ginger haired first year you’d seen quite a bit through out hogwarts. “Umm... hi?” You said, hoping that this awkwardness would be put to rest soon. The boy just gave you a cheeky smile and stuck his hand out.

“I’m Fred. I’ve seen you around, you don’t talk much.” He seemed so cheery that you couldn’t help but smile a little, letting your hair fall into your face but Fred wasn’t having it. He pushed the hair behind your ear, revealing your Y/E/C orbs he just stared into. It didn’t last long before another boy came up behind him, making you do a double take at the fact they were twins. That’s why you saw them so much.

Fred introduced his brother to you and from that day forward he made it his mission to crack your shell, bringing out the girl he grew fond of over the years. It only took him 5 years to get you to show your true self to everyone else at hogwarts instead of keeping it inside you for only Fred and sometimes George to get glimpses of. Fred wanted the whole world to see what made you special, but the moment he did he hated it. Boys suddenly started finding you more and more interesting and Fred got worried, yet you never made any move to get with them. You never had any interest in people who only found you worth it when you changed what you showed them, you preferred people who put in the work and who would love you regardless.

The air was a lot thicker than you thought it would be as you stood right in front of the grave you had been avoiding for the better half of a year. A bag of dung bombs was in your hands, they seemed to better fit Fred more than flowers but now you couldn’t help but feel stupid as you held them because how was he supposed to know you brought him this instead of flowers.

“Hi Freddie.” You whispered as you fell to your knees, tears slowly making their way into your vision but you held strong. “I’m lost without you.” You said, jumping right into the hard stuff. You fought the battle with your tears as they plummeted to the ground, wetting your cheeks along the way. “Do you remember that day you asked me...” you swallowed and took a big breath, trying to keep your words from coming out cracking. “Do you remember that day you asked me if I had ever been in love?” You asked even though you knew he couldn’t answer. Your hand found the ground, the only way you could feel like you were holding his before you continued.

“Merlin, I mean what do I say?” You let your eyes close and laid the dung bombs by the top of the grave, sighing as read his name over and over again. “What do you say to the man you love? The man you’ll never be able to see again? What do you say except goodbye?”

You could of sworn your heart broke a little more at your words, finally feeling the full affect the boy had on you. “I love you Fred Weasley.”

It was like the sky could sense your emotions because the moment you got the words out, rain started to fall and yet you made no motion to move, letting the cold water cover your skin because maybe you’d finally feel something.

Maybe you’d finally feel something besides the heartbreak. “I love you Freddie. I love you and I never even found the courage to tell you before I lost you. I-I Lost you.” You couldn’t tell the tears from rain at this point but you didn’t care. All you wanted to do was just curl up in a ball and sleep away the pain, sleep away the memories and hope that you would wake up and Fred would be there sleeping next to you after you showed up to his house unexpectedly and Molly would give you a big hug and tell you that you were always welcomed here and Fred would agree, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin onto your head. You wished you could go back to when Fred asked you to the Yule ball and he spent the entire night making you blush and laugh. You wished you wouldn’t have wasted your time and just kissed him then and there. You wished more than anything that Fred was back in your arms, whispering a stupid joke just to see your smile once again before lifting you onto his back and jumping around the burrow. You wished you had been there to get him out of the way of the building falling on him because living without the one you love was worse than death. But George was right. Closure did make it a little better. At least now you told Fred the truth, even if he wasn’t alive to hear it.

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Is tú mo ghrá

Warning: Mentions of homophobia and internal homophobia

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Seamus Finnigan was no stranger, no acquaintance to pain. It was not new to him, the various types of it. He had experienced them all; the sharp edging type that stabbed at your heart, the slow dull type that remained for much longer than you wished, the burning ripping one that crawled up your throat and burned in your chest.

It was the latter that Seamus felt as he stared at Dean from across The Three Broomsticks. Dean was sat with Ginny, arm slung around her should and face pressed into her hair. He whispered something into her ear. She giggled and blushed. Dean smirked.

Seamus glared into the forgotten Butterbeer in his hand and felt the fire burn in his chest.

It seemed pain was his only friend now.

“Alright, Seamus?”

Neville’s voice shook Seamus from his thoughts as the blond boy sat opposite him at the small wooden table. The other boy’s smile was wide. Too wide.

“Aye, I’m grand,” Seamus replied, bringing his drink to his lips to drown the burning of his throat. “What’s the craic with you?”

Neville shrugged. “Nothing much. You just looked like you needed some company.”

“I’ve got a bottle of Firewhiskey in my bag, mate. What more company could I want?”

Seamus watched as Neville laughed, his shoulders rising up and down, up and down, his laughter quiet and small. It was nothing like Dean’s laugh. Dean’s laugh was loud, deep and he always clapped his hands together at least once. And no matter how much he laughed, his eyes never left yours and you could see the glee, the warmth, the happiness within them. His eyes were so full of joy you could drown in it.

Seamus had drowned a long time ago and never resurfaced.

“As much as drink is great company, I think actual human interaction is slightly more beneficial, Seamus.”

“I beg to differ.”

Neville rolled his eyes. “I came over to ask you about that Potions essay that was due. I was thinking of doing it on the preparation of Polyjuice potion compared to Amortentia but I’m not sure if that’s what Snape...”

Seamus’ focus turned from Neville, who continued to babble on about the comparisons in equipment used in brewing, to Dean.

Seamus didn’t know how long he had felt like this. Even as a child, he had paid no heed to the girl’s who played in the park near his home. He pretended he did, of course, the way he had all his life. He smiled shyly whenever his da would tease about girls in his school, he winked at his female classmates as they walked by, even kissed a few just to be safe. Just to be safe that no one that something was very wrong with him.

It was Dean that made Seamus realise that no amount of pretending could fix him. Dean with his brown curls and soft smile and little dimples. Dean who had made Seamus’ heart ache with want the moment he sat opposite him on the Hogwarts Express. Dean who was the boy that Seamus loved.

Boy. Seamus was in love with a boy.

Seamus had prayed of course. Years of Sunday Mass and lectures from his da had told him that if he prayed hard enough, God would answer him. Either he hadn’t prayed hard enough or they were all lying, because he was still broken. He still loved Dean. And no boy should ever love a boy in that way. It was unnatural. His da had told him as much.

Seamus didn’t go to Mass anymore. Nothing could save him now.

There was the pain again, blooming in Seamus’ chest. Although, this time it was the slow, deep type. The self-hatred type. The type that Seamus knew he deserved.

“You know, just because he’s with Ginny doesn’t mean he’s gonna leave you, right?”

Seamus whipped his head around to stare at Neville, who evidently had stopped talking a long time ago. The blond boy had a knowing look in his eyes that sent a bolt of fear through Seamus’ heart.

“Dean’s a good lad. He doesn’t mean any harm. He’s just a little Ginny obsessed at the moment. It will pass. But if it doesn’t, maybe have a word with him. He won’t get upset if you tell him how you’re feeling.”

Seamus glanced to Dean. His hands were cupping Ginny’s cheeks and his lips were pressing kisses to her own, tiny gentle kisses that Seamus had once dreamed of receiving. Dean was so utterly straight. And Seamus was so utterly not.

Dean wouldn’t be upset if Seamus told me his feelings.

He would be disgusted.

Seamus turned back to Neville. “Aye, I know, Nev. But there’s no point saying anything. He’s happy with her. I won’t ruin that.”

“But are you happy?” Neville’s eyes were trained on Seamus’ face, searching, looking for something Seamus would never reveal.

Seamus looked to his best friend. Somehow, his heart swelled and broke at the same time looking at that boy. He was devastatingly beautiful in a way Seamus had only ever heard of in the old Irish tales his ma told him as a child.

Dean was a hymn that Seamus could only dream of singing.

Pain. That was something Seamus Finnigan was familiar with.

Happiness. Seamus couldn’t even call them acquaintances.

Seamus smiled ruefully.

“Of course I’m happy, Longbottom. When am I not?”

Seamus stared blankly at the cushion in front of him. It was pink and lined with purple stitching at the side, a green clover placed in the centre, it’s four leaves moving as if swaying in the wind.

It was a bloody ugly cushion if he was honest.

“Are you going to change that into a hat or are you going to stare at it all day?”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry,” Seamus mumbled, shaking out of his daydream and purposefully ignoring the concerned glance of the boy beside him.

Dean placed his hand gently on Seamus’ arm. “Seamus, are you alright?”

“M’fine.” Seamus shrugged Dean’s hand off, his arm on fire from where Dean’s hot touch had burned through his clothes, past his skin and seared directly onto his heart.

“It’s just... you haven’t been yourself lately.”

Seamus looked to the spell that was chalked onto the board. “How not?”

“Well, we haven’t had a proper conversation in weeks.”

“I wanted to give you space after the whole Ginny breakup thing.” Seamus lifted his wand and began practising his movements in the air.

“Space is the last thing I need right now, Seamus.” Dean’s voice was low and quiet.

Seamus gripped his wand tighter. “Well, maybe space is what I need right now.”

“What? Why would you need space?”

“Because...because-”

Dean grabbed Seamus’ shoulder and pushed so that they were facing each other. “What the hell is wrong with you, Seamus? Just tell me what’s going on. You’ve been ignoring me. You’ve been ignoring everybody. You’ve got bags under your eyes because you never sleep anymore and I can’t remember the last time you even laughed. Please. You’re my best mate. Talk to me.”

“Jesus fecking Christ, Dean. Give me a break!” Seamus shoved Dean away and lifted his wand. “Let me just do this bloody stupid spell and stop slagging me off.”

Seamus quickly spun out the wand movements and felt his magic surge through his body. All of his magic travelled to his hand and he already knew what was going to happen even before he uttered a single word of the spell.

Smoke. It was everywhere. He could feel it clogging his throat and burn his nostrils, his eyes watering from the ash filling the classroom. His ears rang slightly, dulling the shouts and laughs from the classroom to nothing until all that was left was Seamus, the smoke and the ringing in his ears.

He looked to Dean, whose hands were covering his mouth to stop him breathing in the smoke. It reminded Seamus of the incense they burned at Mass. He could almost smell it now, the warm, thick scent of it, filling the church as he received the holy communion from the hands of Father Fergus. He had kneeled down after in his stall and prayed that his sins would be forgiven.

But no bread of life could salvage him. No prayers nor confessions could make up for his sins. He was damned for he worshipped a different god.

He worshipped Dean.

“MR FINNIGAN!” McGonagall’s voice dragged Seamus back into focus. It came from behind the cloud of smoke, which suddenly disappeared to reveal a classroom of giggling teenagers and her glare directed right at Seamus.

God, he hated himself.

“Please, for the love of Merlin, think about a spell before you cast it, Mr Finnigan.”

“Yes, Professor.” Seamus was only thankful that the ash on his face covered his burning cheeks.

“Mr Thomas, go help Seamus clean himself up. I’ll get rid of the mess you made.”

“Yes, Professor,” Dean mumbled as Seamus shoved past him. Seamus was out into the corridor and running to the common room even before Dean had picked up his bags.

It was there again. The pain. The stabbing type that caused broken sobs to rip from Seamus’ throat. His vision was blurry with the tears that seared down his face as he ran and ran and ran, ignoring Dean’s shouts from far behind.

The wrongness of his existence was like a knife to his heart and all he could do was bleed.

He reached the dorm and fell to his knees by the window. The rain thudded against the glass in heavy droplets as he clenched his shaking hands together and closed his eyes. The taste of salt from his tears filled his mouth.

Seamus prayed.

He begged and implored with rushed whispered pleads that he wouldn’t be like this anymore, that he wouldn’t be wrong and shameful and in love with a boy. He prayed that his da would never find out and that his ma would never have to hide her son, her gay son.

He begged that, through his choked sobs, God would answer his prayers.

“Seamus...”

Dean’s voice cut through Seamus’ whispers like a blade and he whipped around, stumbling as he rose and pressed his back against the wall.

“Dean. Go.” Seamus’ heavy pants echoed around the room, his cheeks soaked with his own tears.

Their eyes met. Seamus’ own heavenly hell was within those brown eyes.

“No.”

Seamus swallowed. “Please.”

“No.” Dean stepped closer.

“Please, Dean. Please go.” Seamus' voice cracked and he collapsed onto the floor. His body shook with empty sobs.

Pain coursed through him, swallowing him whole. This pain could not be categorised, not defined. It was all and everything. It was him.

“Seamus. Fuck.” Dean swiftly knelt down beside Seamus and wrapped his arms around him, holding him against his chest.

The comfort Seamus felt in those arms was pain in itself.

“Seamus...please. Tell me what’s going on.”

Seamus closed his eyes tight shut, allowing himself, this once, to feel. To feel the soft thud of Dean’s heart against his chest and to know it like his own. To feel Dean’s arms around him and imagine that he woke up in those arms every day. To feel Dean’s love and pretend it was just for him.

Just Seamus and Dean. Nothing more.

“I’m in love with you,” Seamus whispered, voicing the words he had mouthed to Dean’s head in class, the words he had mumbled in Irish to Dean’s sleeping form, the words that had haunted him for three years.

Pain gripped his soul.

Dean’s breath stopped. He stood up, away from Seamus. “What?”

“I’m in love with you.” Seamus croaked, staring at the ground. “I love you like a guy loves a girl. But I’m a guy...and you’re a guy. And I still love you.”

Dean’s silence was suffocating.

“I don’t want this. I’ve done everything, Dean. Everything. I tried so many spells and potions and nothing worked. Nothing worked. And I still feel this way. I’m wrong. I’m disgusting and I need to find something, anything to stop this. I’m so sorry.”

The only sound was the pattering of the rain and the hard thudding of Seamus’ heart.

“You love me like a man loves a man.”

Seamus’ head shot up. “What?”

“Not like a man loves a woman. You love me like a man loves a man. And I love you like a man loves a man.”

Seamus’ heart stopped.

Dean bent down and wiped a tear from Seamus’ face. “You’ve still got ash all over your face,” he whispered, smiling as a single tear rolled down his own cheek.

“You... you love me?” The pain in Seamus’ chest was gone, replaced by a loud, shaky hope that bloomed like the tulips that his mam always planted in spring.

“Of course I do. And there is nothing wrong or disgusting or evil about that, Seamus. A man loving a man is as right and beautiful as a man loving a woman. And no matter what your dad or your religion says, nothing will change how much I am in love with you and how right that is.”

Seamus didn’t know what came over him in that moment, but suddenly he was pressing his lips against Dean’s and kissing him in the way he thought he never would, in a way so full of love and joy and relief that both of their cheeks were stained with tears as they pulled away.

“Yer a dipshit, you know that?” Seamus laughed, as Dean pressed kisses up and down his neck and held him so close that Seamus could barely breathe.

Seamus did not know that kissing could feel like this, like the world no longer existed and all that was left was him and Dean and this heaven.

Dean smiled against his neck. Seamus already adored that feeling. “Why?”

“Because you waited six years to snog me and then did it when I look like I’ve just walked through a volcanic explosion.”

“You’ve never looked better.”

“Bastard.”

Dean snorted and Seamus lifted his head to see the glow in the brown eyes that always came when he laughed. He had missed looking at that. He had missed Dean more than he could ever admit.

Dean brushed a stray lock of hair from Seamus’ eyes. “Please talk to me if you ever feel like that again. You don’t deserve to hurt alone.”

“I will. It’s just been a rough few months.”

“I’m so sorry, Seamus. How did I not see? I was such an idiot and you were hurting and I did nothing.”

Seamus cupped Dean’s cheek. “Hey, that’s not your fault. My shitty feelings are my problem, not yours. I should have spoken to you earlier but I was scared. I still am. The thought of telling my da...”

“We don’t have to tell him until you’re ready. And if you do, I’ll be right by your side. As for everyone else, we can wait until we’re ready but I know they will all be supportive of us. But you’ll always have me. Always.”

Seamus sighed, leaning his head against Dean’s chest. “Is tú mo ghrá.”

“What?”

Seamus closed his eyes and smiled, allowing the soft drum of Dean’s heart to fill his head and soul.

“I love you,” he whispered and fell asleep feeling, for the first time, free.

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I just wanted to say that this fic really means a lot to me and writing it was an amazing experience. As an Irish person myself, I am very familiar with a lot of the topics explored in this and I really loved being able to use my own slang in this lol. I really hoped you enjoyed this and let me know if you want me to do more deamus fics xx

#seamus finnigan #dean thomas #deamus #dean x seamus #deamus fic #deamus fanfic #neville longbottom #hogwarts #harry potter #this was emotional but wonderful to write #i love this pair so much #im definitely going to write more of them in the future #also neville being a king as always and supporting seamus #he shipped them so hard #love nev #my fic #My writing

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basilgrimbitch · 5 years ago

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Day Eleven/Twelve: Maniac

I’ve very clearly fallen super behind on the countdown but December is always just so busy. I’m just gonna post when I can. This is a short fic for the angst/song fic prompts. Not my best work but I wanted to write something. the ending is a bit open ended? make of it what you will.

Words: 2079

Note: the song is Maniac by Conan Gray

No warnings, hope you enjoy :)

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SIMON

I walk into the flat and throw myself onto my bed. Can this week just be over? Crowley, I know I’ve had worse. Way worse. I just thought once the humdrum (and my magic) was gone nothing else would hurt this much, but I feel like my heart’s been ripped out, like I’m being drained all over again. That’s why I tried so hard to stop myself from caring so much, placed a distance between us for so long, some kind of wall. But he made me want to break all those walls down just to see him. Now I can’t.

I grab my phone out of my back pocket and start scrolling through Baz’s Instagram because, really, what else can I do anymore? Penny’s at some party with Agatha and well yeah that’s about it. I should go out, do something, do someone. Fuck, I miss Baz.

My phone rings briefly and… oh shit, it’s a text from Baz.

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Friday 21/10

Baz <3 [23:44]: Snoww

Baz <3 [23:44]: simoon

Baz <3 [23:45]: i fucked up, fuck fuck fuck ii fuckedup

Baz <3 [23:45]: sory

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Shit he’s drunk. Is he like all alone drunk at home? Or is he out, getting drunk with his friends or minions or whatever the fuck he wants to call them. I don’t know what would be worse. I don’t want to think about this; I don’t want to think about Baz or his hair or his rosy cheeks when he drinks or the fact that I miss him. I can feel the thoughts of him swarm in my head and I try my best to push them back. I used to be good at this. Not thinking. My head is beating like crazy that I can hear the thumping headache.

I decide I’m going to stay in bed and feel sorry for myself until further notice. I put my playlist on shuffle and oh of course, some Conan Gray, it’s like my phone knows I’m not coping with this break up well.

You were with your friends, partying

When the alcohol kicked in

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Friday 21/10

Baz <3 [23:51]: u kno wa fuCK YU

Baz <3 [23:52]: this not myh fualt

Read 23:55

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My phone is still chiming and the thumping in my head is still going. I go into the kitchen to grab some Panadol and water and the thumping is louder and louder. Aleister fucking Crowley, it’s not thumping it’s the door knocking. What? How? Why? I look at my phone and it’s close to quarter past midnight - and I have six missed calls from Baz.

So, you showed up at my home, all alone

With a shovel and a rose

Do you think I'm a joke?

Of fucking course. Let me just paint you a picture: Baz Pitch plus London rain along with the drinking attitude of a 50-year-old Irishman and a bouquet of flowers (if you can still even call them that; they’re destroyed.) and of course wearing a scowl that says, “I still broke up with you.” Because the git still can’t get over himself, even when he’s drunk at my door holding flowers at midnight.

I want to slam the door in his face. I probably should. But then I hear myself saying,

“Are you okay?”

FUCK!

He takes a deep breath, “Yeahh, yeah… well no.” he’s slurring his words a bit. A month ago, I would’ve teased him about it and kissed him. Now I just stare at him.

“Why are you here, Baz?”

He thinks to himself for a second, I don’t think he knows. I don’t think he knows what he’s doing at all. But for once I know what I’m going to do.

Cause people like you always want back what they can't have

But I'm past that and you know that

So you should turn back to your rat pack tellin' 'em trash

“Baz, you should go.”

“But-”

“As long as you’re fine and you’re not driving, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Wow. I didn’t think I could ever do that. He was so gorgeous, Merlin, he probably would’ve let me kiss him.

The next few days are kind of a blur. The weekend flies by and then it’s just work, uni and sleep. That last one is a lie, I don’t sleep very well. I want to say it’s uni stress or its work or something, but I know… I know its Baz.

When Penny starts mumming me about the bags under my eyes and my slumped shoulders, I blurt out a line about how crazy my classes have been, but she just nods knowingly. I can’t keep anything from her.

“Si?” I hear Penny say a bit hesitantly. Penelope Bunce is not hesitant.

I look up at her, confused.

“Have you spoken to Baz recently? Have you been texting him?” I’m sure she doesn’t mean to sound like she’s accusing me of something, but I can’t help but feel like I’m being interrogated. I haven’t spoken to Baz since he showed up at my door on Friday night. Penny doesn’t know about that though; she’d freak out.

“No.” I don’t trust myself to say anymore.

“I just overheard Baz today. He was… you know what never mind, as long as you know what you’re doing. As long as you’re okay.” Penny’s waving her hands at me like she wants me to forget what she just said but there’s no magic in her words so its only bothering me.

“What, Penny? What did he say?” it comes off too eager. But I am! Eager, that is. What is that git saying about me?

Tell all of your friends that I'm crazy and drive you mad

That I'm such a stalker, a watcher, a psychopath

“He was just saying that you’ve been pestering him to get back together, that you drunk texted him on Friday or something of the sort. And then he… yeah.”

“Then he what?”

“It doesn’t matter Simon. You’re both still just angry. Basil doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“And what is he saying? Apart from the fact that I’m basically stalking him. That dickhead needs to get over himself, it’s the other way around by the way. He showed up here! Drunk! On Friday!” I’m yelling now. Whatever, it’s better than crying. I wish I could cry right now.

And tell 'em you hate me and dated me just for laughs

So, why do you call me and tell me you want me back?

You maniac

“He said he doesn’t know why he ever dated you.”

“Oh.” And then I am crying. Penny is instantly holding me, patting my hair, kissing my temples, telling me he doesn’t mean it, but I just shrug her off and go to bed.

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Thursday 27/10

Pen [15:22]: you okay?

Pen [15:30]: Simon we live in the same flat and I’ve seen you like twice this week.

Pen [15:54]: can we have dinner together at least? Just us at the flat. No you know who talk I promise.

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Thursday 27/10

Ags [16:15]: trust me I’m all for the privacy/alone time thing. But like??? Were here for u. just call me yeah?

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I get a whole bunch of texts from everyone. Well Agatha and Penny and a few uni mates (that’s everyone), a bunch of angry messages from my manager because I took the week off and some emails from my professors about assigned work. Honestly, I’m not sure what I’m doing or what I want. No, again, a lie. I’m doing nothing and I want Baz. But I guess now that we’re not dating, he has no reason to not be a prat again. So, really, I should have no reason to want him back. Except I do.

I want his black wavy hair to be the first thing I see in the morning again. I want to wake up to the sound of the kettle boiling and warmth beside me where he spent the night. I want to go for walks at 3 am because we both couldn’t sleep. I want cold lips smashing into my face after a stupid fight about throwing my stuff around his flat. I want him. Here. Now. That’s not what you need though, I can here Penny say it in head. Though I’m sure it is; I don’t think I’ve functioned normally since this happened.

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Saturday 29/10

Dickheadwhoregretsdatingme???? [21:43]: Snow I swear I wouldn’t contact you if it weren’t important, but this is and yeah sorry.

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And then he calls.

“Simon?” I melt into my phone a little, I miss the sound of my name on his lips. He doesn’t sound drunk, but he does sound different. “I’m so sorry I just, it all happened so fast and now I’m calling you because I can’t call my parents or they’ll kill me and my friends, they’re bloody useless. Aleister Crowley, I’m so sorry.”

“Baz, what’s happened?” How am I the calm one? What in the world of mages is happening?

“I crashed my car.” He’s calmed down now.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Are you alone? Are you okay?” Suddenly any semblance of calm is gone and replaced with unmoderated anxiety. He knows I fucking love him. Merlin and Morgana, why would I hide it now.

You just went too far

Wrecked your car, called me cryin' in the dark

Now you're breakin' my heart

“I’m fine. I’m sorry I don’t know why I called.”

“You don’t sound fine.” And then because I have no self-control, “Where are you?” There’s a brief silence. Fine don’t tell me.

“I’m at the corner of Smith and Dundas.” He sounds ashamed.

“That’s at the top of my street.”

“Yeah.”

And, again with the no self-control, “I’m coming.” I hang up before he can argue with me.

I don’t get a chance to l look at myself. I know I’m wearing mismatched socks and the same joggers I’ve been wearing all week. I look down and realise I’m wearing Baz’s old t-shirt. How fitting. I’m throwing on some trainers and I can hear Penny asking where the hell I’m going so late. I don’t care.

It’s only a five-minute walk but even that is too long, so before I know it, I’m running to his car. It’s been backed out from the light post I assume he hit and parked a bit lazily by the pavement. Baz doesn’t do anything lazily, but then again Baz doesn’t get drunk and he doesn’t crash his car and he definitely doesn’t drive anywhere near here if he doesn’t have to.

As I get closer, I can feel my heart beating faster and faster, and its not from the running. His head is resting on the steering wheel and I can’t see his face. Fuck. What if he has a concussion? And then without thinking I’m opening the right car door and holding his face so close to mine. Crowley, his eyes are blood-shot, his face is streaked with tears and he’s just looking at me fangs popped and eyes wide. How could I ever let him go, I should’ve fought harder.

“Snow.” He finally croaks out and that’s when I realise, he’s been sobbing, he takes a deep breath and buries his head into my neck all while whispering sorry, I don’t know why I called, you don’t need to be here, but he makes no effort to remove himself from me, so I don’t leave. I wouldn’t anyway.

So, I show up at your place right away

Wipe the tears off of your face

While you beg me to stay

I detangle his hair as I feel the pool of tears forming on my shoulder. I pull him up to look into his eyes. Baz’s eyes, so grey, they’ve always been so beautiful. His cheekbones are pronounced and his flushed – he must’ve fed recently. That’s good.

“Are you okay?” I ask and it feels like it’s all I’ve been saying to him for weeks now.

“Been better.” He tries to smile but his eyes betray him, and he starts tearing up again. He brings a hand to my cheeks, “you’re here.” He seems to realise what he’s doing, how he’s holding me, how I’m holding him while were broken up, so he tries to pull his hand away quickly, but I stop him.

“Of course.”

#coc 2019 #carry on countdown #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #break up fic #more so post break up fic #song fic #im too lazy to tag but yeah this is kinda eh

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drarryruinedme7 · 6 years ago

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prompt: drarry for "you're not in love with me." angst with happy ending if possible. thanks

Hi @okaypottah I am sorry this took me so long, but RL stuck in the middle. Anyway, here we are and I hope you’ll like this! Thanks to precious @inevitabledrarry and @random-realist for helping me with ideas and beta work!! ❤️

Rating: MatureWarnings: explicit sexual content, angsty, but it’s sweet I promise, bottom!Harry Word count: 2.2k

Drarry + “You’re not in love with me.” (angst with happy ending)

“THEN ASK ME TO STAY!” Malfoy was yelling, his nostrils flared, face red, eyes shining.

Harry was sick of everything and he spat angrily, “STAY!”

A lonely tear rolled down Malfoy’s cheek. “You don’t mean it.” A shrieking noise, a pop, and he was gone.

*****

Harry was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, a mug of warm tea forgotten on the table.He glanced at the wooden clock on the wall, above the fridge: 8 p.m. He should’ve arrived already. Harry approached the window and moved the curtain apart, to see if Malfoy was arriving. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw him, walking with a pair of black sunglasses and a v-neck shirt. Harry was waiting for him, but he still didn’t know if he’d really show up until he saw Malfoy about to ring the doorbell of his house.

Harry reached the door and before opening it, took a deep breath and closed his eyes, repeating in his mind that he could do this; that if he had faced Voldemort, surely he’d get through this thing with Malfoy. He gripped the handle of the door and opened it, revealing a too gorgeous Malfoy perched on the wall, sunglasses pulled over his head.He smirked and held out a hand, “Potter.”Harry’s heart was dancing in his belly, making him feel dizzy, but he couldn’t show that to Malfoy. It wasn’t a courtesy call.He nodded and replied, “Malfoy” gripping his slender hand.

Harry moved slightly to his right and gestured Malfoy to come in. He entered the house slowly, looking around and slightly brushing his hand on the railings of the stairs. “Ah, it’s good to be here again.”

Harry closed the door with that little bit more strength than really necessary.It’s good to be here again?He clenched his fists and went straight for the kitchen, hoping Malfoy would take the hint.A second after, Malfoy entered the kitchen and sat on a chair, looking Harry in the eyes.“C’mon, Potter, stop this silent treatment.”Harry’s eyebrows furrowed and a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, but all he said was, “Malfoy, I’ve accepted for one reason and one only. Because you threatened me, Head Auror, to divulge your memories of us fucking if I rejected. So, go on and explain to me how this would work.”Harry was proud of himself; He managed to say that without stumbling on the word fucking as he always did when he rehearsed the speech alone, in front of the mirror. They didn’t fuck, or, at least, Harry didn’t fuck with Malfoy. He made love to him. He had been hopelessly in love with Malfoy for too long now, but Malfoy had shown more than once that it wasn’t the same for him.

After the first time they had sex, Malfoy came back to pinch and prod Harry, mock him, behaving as nothing had happened. Harry tried to talk with him, but Malfoy always slipped out of the conversation, making a joke, clapping Harry’s shoulder and saying something about being drunk and young, and they never talked about it again.But then the episodes succeeded one another: they would have sex or blowjobs or hand jobs at Ministry meetings, gay pubs, Hogwarts reunions, birthday parties. Every time it was the same: they’d tried to avoid each other until one of them would be too tipsy and approached the other. They would always go to Harry’s apartment and Malfoy would always disappear after their intercourse. Until once Harry was sick of the situation and told him that things had to change. He half expected Malfoy to ask him to date, but he didn’t. He got angry and told Harry that all he had to do was ask him to stay, but when Harry did, Malfoy just Disapparated.

After two years of silence, here Malfoy was, asking Harry for help. And obviously, Harry said yes; the threat wasn’t even necessary, but Malfoy didn’t need to know that.He adjusted the table cloth so that it was perfectly aligned with the table and looked at Harry, starting to explain.“Now now Potter, I didn’t threaten you. I merely suggested it could be favorable for you to agree with my request. You know that next week there’s a charity ball for the house elves liberation and I’ll need to be there. A lot of important people will attend it and it will be the right occasion for me to show them I’ve changed, and am a good party for cooperation. What I need is a partner for the ball. So, yes, what I’m asking you is to be my fake date.”

Harry listened to all his rambling without blinking. He didn’t want to miss the smallest change in Malfoy’s tone, behavior, the color of his face or movement of his eyes. Unluckily, Malfoy was specialized in hiding his emotions and putting a blank mask.Harry was thrilled at the idea of dancing with Malfoy and he knew it was wrong, that this was all fake, but he couldn’t help it. Hoping it would calm him down, he took a sip of his – now cold – tea, and told his mug.“Malfoy, I understand why you would need to attend this ball. What I don’t completely understand is why you asked me to be your date. Erm, I mean, fake date. You’ve plenty of blokes that would like to date you.”Harry felt his face tinting red and he blew into his mug, in an attempt to make steam come out of it and partially cover his face. It didn’t work. When he flicked his eyes up, it was to see Malfoy smiling smugly.“I did forget that you’re a total moron, Potter. Yes, a lot of blokes would like to date me but to show up with you, of all people, at my side? That’d be perfect.”

Harry was fed up at this point. “Malfoy, we had something, and you disappeared. We never talked about it. And now you use that against me, to have me at your side at a charity ball and I, I… Merlin, you know I’d say yes anyway, for fuck’s sake!”

Malfoy did wince at that, the smirk disappearing from his face. He was torturing a cuticle on his finger and cleared his throat. “Listen, I’ll pick you up next Tuesday at 7.30. Remember to wear a suit.”

Harry stayed there, staring at his mug and thinking about all the possible scenarios of the charity ball until a splitting headache started torturing him. He decided to go to sleep without having dinner, dreading next week’s arrival.

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Fake smiles, fake caresses, fake kisses, fake words.It was proving to be a horrible night for Harry, who was washing his face in the bathroom. He probably overestimated his acting abilities, because it was becoming more and more hard to stay at Malfoy’s side and kiss him, or slightly brush their fingers, their hands or arms, to dance together, to stare into his eyes and smile to him. It came naturally, their bodies clinging together and searching each other of their own accord; Their movements attuned, their words linked. Whenever Harry would start saying something, Malfoy would finish the sentence in just the right way, with the right words, laughing softly, stroking Harry’s back or neck. It was driving Harry crazy.

Malfoy entered the bathroom shortly after; Harry was bent over the sink, water dripping from his face. He turned to look at him, no words necessary: Malfoy strode towards him, pulled him up by his collar, pushed him inside a cubicle and kissed him hard, shoving his tongue into his throat, touching everywhere, panting, moaning. In a second, Harry was grinding against Malfoy’s thigh, desperate, hot, mouth going to lick his throat, hands sliding under their shirts.

They fucked hard and fast, Harry smashed on the door, Draco behind him, pounding into him with increasing force, whispering into Harry’s ear, “So good, so, so, good, Potter, I missed this, fuck yes.”Harry was an incoherent mass of whines, gasps, grunts, and “more” and “faster” until he spilled hot cum in Malfoy’s hand, right in time with Malfoy releasing his orgasm into him. Merlin, it felt right.They pulled apart, Malfoy tucked his cock in his trousers, slicked back his hair again, planted a kiss on Harry’s lips and exited the cubicle.Just like that. Harry took a moment to adjust his suit and made his way back to the ballroom, but Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. He apologized with the other hosts and ended up back home with an empty bed.

He saw Malfoy again a week after, soaked in rain, outside the door of his house. Harry was walking back home from work, to clear his mind, with an umbrella charm on himself to avoid the rain.He slowly reached the stairs that led to his door and climbed them, until he was face to face with Malfoy. Not only rain was streaming down his face.In a rush, Harry hugged him tight, afraid of losing him again. Malfoy hunched his head into Harry’s neck and started sobbing, uncontrollably, until Harry dragged him inside.

He used a drying charm over Malfoy and put on the kettle to make a hot tea. Malfoy was still sobbing, and Harry felt his own eyes stinging. He cleared his throat to take a hold of himself.“Malfoy, what happened?”

Malfoy sniffled and wiped his nose on his sweater sleeve. Harry had never seen him this wrecked. He looked up at Harry with puffy red eyes and started tripping on words.“I c-can’t do t-this, Potter. I j-just can’t.”Harry waited a few seconds for him to continue, but when he remained silent, Harry encouraged him.“What can’t you do?”

Malfoy opened his mouth to talk again but no sound came out; He gaped at Harry in a silent cry and Harry hurried to take him into his arms, rubbing a soothing hand on his back and lulling him slightly back and forth. Harry kissed his temple and whispered into his ear, to calm him down.“Mal – Draco, breathe. You’re worrying me. I can’t understand you if you don’t talk to me. Close your eyes and breathe, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”Harry felt Draco’s breath ghosting on his neck, making gooseflesh raise long his back. After some deep breaths, Draco pulled away and looked at their clasped hands. With a firmer voice, he managed to talk to Harry:“I know I’ve been shitty with you. That I’d show up, ask you something, be the usual git with you, kiss you, hug you, fuck you…and then, I’d just disappear like a true arsehole. But, b-but…” he stopped, looking somewhere behind Harry.Harry tried to supply him, “You don’t have to explain anything, Draco. You’re not in love with me. It’s okay, but you could have – ”

Harry didn’t manage to finish the sentence: Draco placed a finger on his mouth, caressing his bottom lip and he resumed.“Merlin, Harry, you’re so fucking blind. That’s not what – ugh. Listen, I’ve had some difficulties these past years. After the war, I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I wasn’t happy or sad or angry or troubled just… nothing, nothing at all. Do you know how that feels? I thought I was dead inside, I thought I couldn’t recover from it. And then you happened, and I started feeling something? I was… worried when you appeared in the papers, worried I’d see you with someone else. Happy when you looked at me, stupidly delighted when you kissed me or touched me and it – it scared me. Harry. It scared me because I slowly understood that I – I. I love you. And how can it be a good thing? You deserve so much better than the mess I am, and I have no idea how love works… I just don’t think I can live life like a normal person. Every time we were together you would look at me, and in your eyes, in your breathtaking emerald eyes, I would see promises of happiness, a family, love, children, a house, breakfast in bed, kisses, cuddles, and I’m not - I’m not ready for that, I’m not the right person for that. You deserve someone else, someone who didn’t make the stupid choices I did, and this, this awareness scares me so much because there’s nothing more in life I want than being with you.”

Malfoy’s hands were trembling towards the end of his speech; Harry stood there, trying to process what he’d heard, and recover from it.Draco had just admitted to loving him and to wanting Harry more than everything else in life.Harry’s heart was doing somersaults; He took Draco’s face between his hands, kissed his nose. Then his eyes, his forehead, his cheeks, his chin, his ears. Light brushes of lips against skin. He kissed Draco’s tears away.

“We’ll work on everything you need together, Draco. The important thing is that we are together. I don’t mind as long as I can be yours. Just promise me something. From now on, we’ll be honest with each other.”

Draco squeezed Harry’s hands and smiled softly, whispering, “Ask me to stay.”

Harry’s eyes brightened. He asked, voice shaking with emotion, “Stay.”

And Draco stayed. Forever.

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