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moonysbxtch0 · 1 year ago

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Part 9 : A word is a man’s honour

Summary: Professor Lupin confronts you about the prank but during it he also implies some things...

Pairing: Remus Lupin x werewolf student

Warnings : Teasing, sexual innuendos, sexual tension,blackmail( Remus trying to make reader do him a favour ,by finding the latter a Grindylow.)

Ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/39275319/chapters/117268138#main

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"Who do you think did it?" Oliver crossed his legs as he faced you. The common room was pretty empty, only a few students were around, either studying, either chatting with their friends. You , Oliver and Percy had sat on the couch close to the fireplace, enjoying the warmth of the crackling fire.

"Must have been one of theirs." Percy frowned." Whoever did it , they're going to get expelled for sure."

"You think so?" Asked Oliver.

"Professor Snape demanded a meeting with the heads of the houses and from what professor McGonagall told me ,he was pissed and according to her he had every right to be. You know what they had written on the walls?" Oliver and you were waiting for Percy to talk. You knew exactly what he was going to say but were trying to act like you had no idea. Percy cleared his throat then spoke.

"And the quidditch game starts with Hufflepuff ,who always likes to play with class.

Then we have Gryffindor ,brave and loyal who always score.

Let's not forget ravenclaw , whose smartness always leads to a win.

And lastly but not least,yes we have Slytherin,bloodsupremacist little gits ,who always like to suck a bit of dick."

You felt your cheeks heating up,sure that seemed childish but a night before you and the twins found that pretty funny. Slytherin had managed to win a game against Hufflepuff and they had been bragging a lot about it eventhough they played dirty so it only seemed fit to write that on their wall.You had one problem that caused your heart to beat faster and make your whole being feel anxious. Professor Lupin knew that you were somehow related to that and if he as much spoke a word to Snape or Dumbledore,you and the twins would pack your bags and never step foot in Hogwarts ever again.

"I think that's pretty funny." Sneaking on his brother, George put Percy on a headlock and using his fist he rumpled his hair.

"George -" Percy was trying to get out of the headlock but couldn't.

"Percy got no sense of humour." Said Fred as he got in front of his brother, leaned forward and started tickling Percy to the point the latter couldn't stop laughing." Yes, that's how a normal person is supposed to react to that ' poem' ". Laughed Fred as he stopped ticking his brother and motioned to George to stop choking Percy.

"Idiots!" Huffed Percy as he stood on his feet angrily. "Let's go Oliver." The two of them left after bidding you goodnight and George sat on the couch, followed by Fred.

"Pretty funny eh?" Winked Fred. You took a deep breath and threw your head back , resting it on the couch."What's wrong?"

"Professor Lupin knows." You closed your eyes as you exhaled loudly.

"Knows what?" Asked George.

"That I was related to the prank. He asked me to go to his office tomorrow."

"Come on ,you must have misunderstood his words. He can't know,we used the invisibility cloak. Probably you did something that upset him or I don't know..." You pinched the tip of your nose and then faced Fred.

" Oh and Y/N...I forgot to mention but tomorrow I will be expecting you in my office. Something related to your late night walks...is what he said to me a few hours ago. He knows."

"Shit!" They both said at the same time .

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Your leg was bouncing like crazy from anxiety as professor Lupin explained the lesson about inferi. You were biting the inside of your cheek so hard that it felt like you would draw blood from it. Your eyes were glued on the professor but your mind was elsewhere... would he snitch on you?After all the talk he said about you being his favourite student he wouldn't be that mean, would he?Wait... everytime he made eye contact with you it didn't feel any different from the normal...maybe he had forgotten. That would be a miracle that you would thank Merlin for every single day.

"That's it for today. " The professor clapped his hands and smiled."Don't forget to hand the essay on inferi in two weeks. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask." Nobody asked any questions and the professor nodded." All right. I truly hope you understood everything. With that you're free to go." He motioned at the door with his palm. Maybe this was your chance...blend with your friends and leave without being noticed. You packed your stuff as fast as you could and hurried to the door ,the second you stepped foot outside the door you heard a voice that made you freeze on the spot.

"Not so quick Y/N." A few students were bumping into you as they passed." Back inside,I will be waiting for you in my office."Soon enough he disappeared from the view and in a matter of seconds you found yourself alone between four walls. Slowly you made your way to his office,the door was open. The professor had sat on his chair,arms folded on his chest,eyes on his watch , eyebrows furrowed.

"Ehm... Sir?" You made your presence known.He titled his head up and locked eyes with you ,a small smile on his face.

"About time Y/N. What took you so long?" He smiled as he licked his lower lip. You didn't speak. It felt as if someone had tied a knot down your throat. Yep. You felt guilty,that was the cause if your inability to talk. "Hmm no words? " He stood up from his chair, rounded his desk and approached you slowly,hands on his pockets." Maybe I can help you find the reason?" As he kept walking closer and closer , on instinct you took a step back. He wrapped a firm hand on your wrist and pulled you close to himself,the back of your hand was flushed against his chest and you could feel the way his heart beat rhythmically. You heard the door close behind you and confusingly stared up at him."I'm not going to bite you Y/N , no need to stay that far." His tone was low and you found it hard to swallow again yet you were sure this time it wasn't because of your feeling of guilt. Something was wrong with your body...you could feel the temperature on it raise a few degrees and your heart was beating fast.

"I wasn't..." Your tone was low and seemed shy. Not like your usual self at all.

He chuckled and flashed you a toothy smile."You weren't staying far or you didn't do something you weren't supposed to?"

FUCK. He definitely knows and he definitely hadn't forgotten." Be more specific about the second part, professor."

"Playing dumb...is that what we're doing?" He manoeuvred your arm , using his hold on your wrist and brought it close to you , smacking you with your own hand on top of your head a couple times , jokingly." Think Y/N , think."

You closed your eyes with every smack and the chuckle he let out made you realise that he found the whole interaction entertaining.This wasn't funny...at all. Your career was on his hands and thinking of a chance that he would snitch on you made you feel nauseous.

"How did you even know it was me?"You locked eyes with him and he smiled. The nerve this man had...

"Let's not forget your accomplices ,the Weasley twins. It's selfish to take all the credit to yourself." It fell like a bomb on you.What in the Merlin's left ball?! How the fuck did he know about the twins as well?!He smacked your head jokingly one more time and let your palm rest there,he still didn't remove his hand from your wrist.

"Fuck..." You muttered.

"Fuck indeed." Your eyebrows raised in suprise. This was the first time you heard professor Lupin cuss." You almost got caught... would have if another professor was on patrol duty."

"Yet we didn't. I got no idea how you figured out that we were involved but you have no proof. Nobody's going to believe you." You furrowed your eyebrows at him and your lips parted. His eyes dropped to your lips and lingered there for a few seconds.

"Are you sure about that?" He locked eyes with you yet again. "I promise you professor Snape is mad to the point he wouldn't mind breaking a few rules and use Veritaserum on you three..." The professor titled his head to his left and had a cocky expression to his face. The worst part is that he's right,Snape would definitely do that and you would get expelled over a small prank.

"Well-" you tried to move your hand from your head because your arm was starting to get numb. His grip was firm so with a smooth flick of your wrist you managed to turn the tables and this time you were the one who had gripped his wrist." Are you going to tell on us?" Your eyes were piercing his whole being yet the professor didn't seem intimidated at all.

"Don't get me wrong,I was a student myself once as well." He turned the tables again and this time he clasped your hand with his and slammed your hand on the door,your body moving with it , completely caging you there.Was this normal? Of course not. You've caused troubles more times than you can count yet no professor tried to be this close to you while scolding you. Mostly because they were afraid of you also because they had boundaries with their students." As a professor however, I'm afraid that I'm supposed to do something." He licked his lips as he stared down on you,the small action making your abdomen clench.

"Do you always scold your students while caging them against a door ,professor?" It wasn't that you didn't like it. You had started fancying professor Lupin since the begining yet the thought of him doing this exact thing to someone else made your blood boil.

"Only the ones I like." His thumb was forming patterns on your wrist. The way his eyes darkened made the animal inside of you go feral. Full moon still needed a few more days so the fact that she was coming to surface so soon wasn't a good thing.

"I wonder who's going to leave faster from this school. Me, because you rat me out to Snape or you, because one day one of these other students you like does something innapropropiate to you and of course given that you're the adult, you're the one that gets fired."

Your tone reeked of jealousy and you didn't like that at all. Why? You've dated Oliver and he was popular around here ,all the girls threw themselves at him yet never once did you feel jealous. Oliver would even flirt with them once in a while to get a reaction out of you but you never got jealous.When it came to the man in front of you on the other hand ,you couldn't even hide this ugly emotion.The professor let out a dark chuckle that electrified your whole body. Oh the effect this man had on you.

"I think we both know that you're the only student I like." Now, this sentence had many meanings yet you didn't want to misinterpret it and make a fool of yourself. Hold up...this could be your escape card. He had told you a few times that you're his favourite student so you could use that in your advantage." But my question is, would you be willing to get me fired?" Heis voice dropped a few octaves lower and he leaned closer to you,his nose brushed against yours for the shortest moment. It felt like a spark of fire was lit in the center of your chest then in a matter of seconds a huge wave of fire engulfed your whole body. He didn't just say what you thought he did?! Sure , if he was down for it...so were you..." Just joking, no need to be that terrified." He leaned back and smiled.

"I-" I wasn't, that's what you were going to say but he stopped you before you could say anything.

"We've moved completely out of topic.Back to me doing something about what you did two nights ago."

He let go of your hand and created some space between the two of you.He ran his hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head. The first thought you had ,was to grab him by his tie and kiss him like it was the last day on this earth. He was so handsome,his messy hair and that expression on his face made it very hard to control yourself,yet you didn't. You didn't have the balls to. Plus he did say that he was joking,you didn't want to make a fool of yourself and add more things to get you expelled.

"Does that something involve you telling Professor McGonagall what we did and at the end of the day me and the twins pack our stuff and leave?"

One thing about professor Lupin is that he was the most confusing person you've ever met. You were good at reading people yet you've never been able to read him. He nodded in refusal as he smiled.

" Nothing of the sort. I think we can come to an agreement. You run a small errand for me and I won't say a word about you being involved in that prank." Something reeked in here and this time it wasn't your jealousy…

"What kind of errand?"

"You see , I'm quite busy this weekend and ..."

"No can do this specific weekend." You stopped him.

"Is that so?" He put his hand on the left side of his chest and gripped his shirt " It pains me to tell poor ol' Minerva that the ones who pissed Severus so much were students from her own house. She's not going to take it well."

"You play dirty." You furrowed your eyes at him and gave him a stare filled with annoyance.

"You've got no idea just how dirty I can play to get what I want Y/N." He stared at you and his eyes did that again, change their colour from blue to a shade of gold. It was futile to try and convince him to change the day of his errand so with an eye roll you asked.

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to find me a Grindylow."Was he mental?! A fucking Grindylow?!

"Those things live on the lake. How do you expect me to find you one?"

"I am sure you will manage. " He folded his arms on his chest and smiled.

"I think I would rather get expelled than die..."It was worth the attempt to play this card.

"Well ,in that case pack your bags and let me accompany you to the train station." He caught his lower lip between his teeth as he grinned. Out of everyone on this school... not only did you fancy the one person you could never have but you also fancied the biggest jerk to live.

"Sometimes I really question myself if it was truly a good thing that you came to teach here this year." You rubbed your eyes in annoyance." I'll do it." You locked eyes with him again.

"Pleasure doing business with you." He put his hand for you to shake and you gritted your teeth before clasping your own with his.

"I can say the same as long as you stay true to your word." You gripped his hand as hard as you could yet he showed no indication that he was in pain whatsoever.

"A word is a man's honour." He had a hint of laughter in his voice as he spoke." See you around,Y/N."

Part 10 : https://www.tumblr.com/moonysbxtch0/742142713346113536/505

#eventual smut #harry potter #professor remus lupin #remus lupin #remus x you #slow build #eventual relationship #fluff and humor #older man younger woman #professor x student #remus lupin x reader

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fellatitledthemf · 8 months ago

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Rating Pjo character because I can and I'm bored

If you gonna hate, ok. If you gonna agree with me, cheers. If you gonna kill me, ok.

I'll be rating by personality, how are they written, and my personal opinion

Percy Jackson: 6/10

-Harry Potter premium

- He's that type of overpowered mc that's dumb as shit and only gets serious 3 times in entier serie to defeat villain

- When we're already talking bout Harry, really like how Percy didn't let bullyinh and shi slide unlike Harry, very nice

Annabeth Chase: 8/10

- I ABSOLUTELY love how hor traumas are written, perfect.

- Very realisticly crush. Went from brother figure to romantic feelings, heeps thinking there's good in him. She was just a kid, you can't blame her.

- her demidog power: smart

Thalia grace: 6/10

- didn't got much if her character

- I didn't like how at first she was "I know Luke he would never" and then throw him of cliff in the end

-like how she joined hunters, nothing much to add

- DAM

Stolls: 7/10

- mischievous twins who do pranks 24/7 gita be my favourite gender

-were actually kind of funny in last olympian

- Fred and George if happy end

Clarisse la Rue: 8/10

-proud to say I never hated her for "bullying" Percy after how Ares treats her

-were nice written character in general

-had all rights to be jelous at Percy, her relationships with Chris and Silena are top tier

Luke Castellan: 9/10

-Had all right to turn evil. Amazing antagonist

- I'm ace..BUT

-I LOVE when character actually try fixing things instead of continuing being puppets

-would really wanna give 10/10 but no because of his crimes

Grover: 10/10

-THAT ONE IS THE GOAT. THE GOAAT

-friend everyone needs

- nah bro everything 10/10 for this bro

Bianca di Angelo: 2/10

-died in most dumbass way

-brother's figure more important than life

- 2 because it adds to Nico's character

Ethan Nakamura: 8/10

- joined Kronos to fix unjustice, had rights to

- realized it was wrong, tried fighting against Kronos

- died a hero

Silena Beauregard: 5/10

- betrayed camp, tried fixing it, dead

- stayed loyal to Charles, that deserves some credit ig

- I'd too, join Luke if I had a chance

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cookie-de-baunilha · 7 months ago

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I love how John firmly and wholeheartedly believes that Jamie is the only person that knows about his relationship with Percy, when in reality there’s about 1% chance of that being the case.

There were a lot of people who probably suspected/knew about them. Maybe not before Percy’s exposure, but after that situation? Oh boy. They would look at their close friendship in hindsight + John being miserable after everything that happened and just put 2 and 2 together.

Especially the ones closer to John, but other people in his social circle too. People talk. The gossip would be wild. Before going on campaign those two were going out and about in London together, having dinners, attending plays, going to gaming clubs etc. At the time, no one would pay much attention to it. But that would drastically change after the incident with Percy.

Let’s not forget about the “near scandal” John was involved in with George Everett that had him exiled to Ardsmuir.

So… everyone kinda knew about them?? Ok not everyone, but a bunch of people. And it’s funny how John is delulu about it. Let’s see:

Hal

First of all, Hal knows John is gay. They just don’t talk about it openly.

Hal would notice John’s behavior after Percy was caught. He knew John would be a witness in Percy’s trial and was afraid of what could happen in that case. He knew John felt betrayed and tried to manipulate John’s anger towards Percy to get Percy killed. John couldn’t do it — if Hal still had any doubts, they ceased to exist the moment John came back from his conversation with Percy with that gun.

Not to mention the fact that Hal read the letter that Percy sent to John. The very first paragraph of that letter is basically Percy using pretty words to say that he would die for John. And at some point in the letter Percy writes that John told him about his father’s murder. Like??? It took 17 years for John and Hal to talk about it, and suddenly John would be openly discussing his family’s secrets with his new stepbrother? And you expect me to believe that somehow Hal thought that it was a normal friendship?? Nope.

Also, Hal’s advice to John in MOBY:

Hal merely snorted. "Men like that never die so conveniently. Why the bloody hell is he telling you this, do you think?"

Grey suppressed the vivid memory of bergamot, red wine, and petitgrain.

"I don't know. But I do know he's deeply involved with French interests, and-"

"Wainwright's never been involved with any interests other than his own," Hal interrupted brusquely. He gave John a sharp look. "You'd do well to remember that."

"I doubt I shall ever see the fellow again," John replied, overlooking the implication that his brother considered him gullible — or worse.

It’s impossible that he doesn’t know.

Benedicta

Mothers just know ok?

But seriously, Benedicta is really smart and she definitely knows that John is gay. In fact, if anyone suspected anything before the incident, I would bet on her.

Minnie

She knows.

Olivia?

I’m not sure about her, tbh. Maybe she was clueless. But then we have this conversation between her and John and it’s kinda sus (mind you, John is depressed af at this point):

Lucinda Joffrey and her husband

Firstly, both John and Percy running away from Lucinda’s arranged marriage plans like the plague might have made her a little suspicious. She might have suspected about John way before Percy came into the picture, in fact.

And she notices how bad John is after everything. She gets really concerned with him:

She goes as far as tricking John to see a doctor for his mental health, with the help of Horace Walpole:

Ally queen!!

Her husband not so much though, side eyeing John like Whitney Chewston, the homophobic dog:

Sir Richard be like 🤨🏳️‍🌈?

Horace Walpole

This is the funniest one to me, but also the sweetest.

First of all, Horace sees how shitty John is and works in cahoots with Lucinda Joffrey to trick John into going to the 18th century version of a therapist.

And then:

What I love about this interaction is the way that John knows that Horace is queer, but refuses to admit that Horace would know about him too.

The way Horace hesitates because HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO REFER TO PERCY. He wants to say lover (or ex-lover) but he knows that he isn’t that close to John and that it would be weird to be so open about it — and he also doesn’t know how John would react. Even if he is 100% sure that John is gay, he can’t be sure that John wouldn’t feel offended or react in a violent way.

But he also doesn’t want to say “friend” or “stepbrother” because he KNOWS THEY WERE SO MUCH MORE TO EACH OTHER. He knows those are not the right words to use. So he hesitates until John makes it simple.

HOWEVER. He knows that Percy being caught with another man must mean that John was betrayed. He knows John is hurting, not just because of the betrayal, but because of the brutality of it all — after all, betrayal notwithstanding, Percy got arrested and could get executed for being gay; for being just like them. That’s something that affects all of them as queer people.

So even though he can’t be open about it, you can feel that he wants to bring that comfort to John, because he knows how bad the whole thing is and how lonely John must be feeling. He wants John to know that he will do whatever he can to save Percy’s life. He wants John to have hope.

It’s sad, but also so sweet?? That silent solidarity.

AND JOHN “DOUBTS” WALPOLE KNOWS!!! MY DUDE!!! YOU. ARE. NOT. THAT. DISCREET.

A bunch of people in Hal’s regiment would be suspicious of John just because of their family connection — due to, you know, homophobia (and John being unmarried, unlike Hal)

TL;DR: John and Percy weren’t that much of a secret tbh, everyone close to them (or not that close) kinda knew. Everyone except General Stanley. That dude was clueless.

#outlander #lord john series #lord john and the brotherhood of the blade #the brotherhood of the blade #lord john grey #john grey #percy wainwright #percy beauchamp #john x percy

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demigods-posts · 1 year ago

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Reasons why Put You In Your Place from The Lightning Theif is an amazing song:

1.) "Prepare to be pulverized, newbie!" I can't remember if this is an actual quote from the book, but I feel like Clarisse definitely said this. also, what a great way to introduce a song and character ahhhhhh

2.) "You're gonna drown. You ain't gonna float." I saw someone point out how Sarah, the actress portraying Clarisse, sings a higher note on 'drown and a lower note on 'float', like how in Hamilton, King George III sing a lower note on 'rise' and a higher note on 'fall'. I just thought this concept was interesting and worth sharing. Plus, Sarah's singing voice is so amazing!!!! also, how funny is it that she told Percy that he'd drown lol

3.) "Don't worry. Athena always has a plan." ANNABETH 😫😫

4.) "Every demi has a special skill (special skill). Speed of brains, or the strength of will (strength of will)." I know it's literally just Chris singing back up vocals for Kristen, but it literally sounds like Percy hyping Annabeth up and it makes so much sense. Plus, the 'speed of brains or the strength of will' is not-so-subtly talking about percy's and annabeth's individual strength's and we love that lol

5.) "She could capture your heart. I'm gonna ca-ca-ca-ca-capture the flag!" I like how they have Clarisse be the first person to mention Percabeth's potential since it was Clarisse that interrupted Percabeth's kiss after the war. She totally ships it hahaha

6.) "Go to the boy's bathroom." "And?" "Stay there. It's your first day. We don't want you messing this up." Yeah...annabeth wasn't the nicest person to him at first, and I'm glad they acknowledge that. I also love how they combined capture the flag with the bathroom scene. real smart on their part.

7.) "Your goose is cooked. I'm here to cook it." how are you gonna re-cook and already cooked- you know what? nevermind, clarisse lol

8.) "You face a monster on your very first day? You lucky punk! Now, newbie, you're gonna pay!" here

9.) "I'll put you in your place!" and then percy becomes one with plumbing and puts clarisse in her place. love that.

I absolutely adore rock music, and a rock song just makes sense for capture the flag and for clarisse as a character. also, an annabeth cameo!!

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #percy pjo #the lightning theif #the lightning theif musical #tlt musical #tlt commentary #tlt musical commentary #tlt musical adaptation #percy jackson #annabeth chase #luke castellan #clarrise la rue #grover underwood #put you in your place

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genre-reviews · 1 year ago

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Harry Potter and the Sorcerers / Philosophers Stone

Main Review...

Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone is the first book in the Harry Potter series by JK Rowling. This book, like most introductions to stories, is mainly focused on the introduction of the main characters. It illustrates Harry Potter's past, Voldemort's uprising, and the building of relationships between certain characters. It introduces key characters like Hermione Granger the smart, bookish, rule follower, and Ron Weasley, the funny, brave, and red-headed boy, both being Harrys' friends. It also starts the rivalry between Harry and Draco, a pretentious Slytherin, and Harry and Professor Snape, the potions teacher.

Being the base of the series it doesn't dive too deep into the lore and instead gathers a basic understanding of the wizarding world and who it contains. This, while being a little boring due to the slight lack of action, is a necessary step in the build-up of the following books.

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Character Reviews...

Harry Potter:

The first book makes it very clear that Harry Potter is still figuring himself out, he is still discovering secrets from his past that were hidden from him and recovering from the abuse he suffered through his relationship with the Dursleys. This makes the readers feel bad for Harry and hopeful for his life in the wizarding world and what that may bring to him.

He is shown as an already skillful wizard as he fights his DADA teacher, who is helping the Dark Lord rise to power. While to me this seems quite unrealistic that in the final encounter, he overcomes Voldemort and Quirrel himself, not by a duel, but by his quick thinking and cleverness, especially as a first year, this does showcase his bravery through the ability to think straight while in mortal danger. I think this book shows a very good light on Harry Potter, while also keeping a very surface-level awareness of his personality.

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Hermione Granger

In this novel, Hermione is made out to be a very dedicated student, someone whose sole focus is to learn. She is seen as a sort of stick in the mud by both Harry and Ron at the beginning of the book, being gossiped about by both. After having been saved by them, she quickly warms up to the pair, making their duo a trio. This really represents her desperation to fit in and make friends that she would still choose the two people who had been so rude to her to befriend.

For the rest of the book she helps Harry on his mission to stop their main suspect, Professor Snape from finding the Philosopher's Stone, which she succeeds in with Professor Quirrel instead. Without Hermione on Harry's side, it is quite clear that they would not have even made it past Fluffy the three-headed dog. She is one of the characters who we actually do seem to have a fairly deep understanding of, at least personality-wise. She is also one of the characters whose personality changes the most throughout the series.

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Ron Weasley

Ron Weasley is the second youngest of seven children, all but one being boys. In the movies Ron is shown as comedic relief, most of his lines being jokes. In the books, he is also shown as the funny one, but also bravely and fiercely defending his friends.

As well as the previously mentioned traits, Ron is also quite a jealous character. Being the youngest boy in the family, he has a lot to live up to, his older brother Percy being prefect and getting perfect grades, his brother Bill working successfully at Gringotts, Charlie dangerously taming dragons, and Fred and George being beloved by all of Hogwarts for being prank masters. This trait is shown best in the Mirror of Erised scene. The Mirror of Erised shows one's deepest desires, Harry sees himself standing next to his deceased parents, Lily and James Potter. Ron on the other hand sees himself with a prefects badge and a Quidditch trophy. This shows how, like Hermione, he so desperately wants to fit in, in this case, with his siblings. This is a common theme throughout the series, whether he is jealous of his siblings or Harry, and this shows a deep-set insecurity that really humanizes Rons' character especially.

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Notes...

This is my first review, and Harry Potter is a deeply beloved series to me. While this only goes over the strict basics of the book I hope this is enough to spark interest in the series and inspire someone to start their journey into the wizarding world.

I hope this post does Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone justice, and if you have any recommendations, constructive criticism, or requests please tell me.

#harry potter #Harry potter and the sorcerers stone #sorcerers stone #book review #book recommendations #jk rowling #wizarding world #genre-reviews

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once-upon-an-imagine · 3 years ago

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Hanging By A Moment (Chapter Two) - Charlie Weasley

A/N: I was in a Charlie mood so I was finally able to finish Chapter two! :D I hope you loves like it! thank you so much for loving this story!

Prompt List

Warning: mentions of sex... kinda? and Charlie feeling bad for liking his brother’s ‘girlfriend’

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D

Your name: submit What is this?

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Hanging By A Moment

I'm falling even more in love with you Letting go of all I've held on to I'm standing here until you make me move I'm hanging by a moment here with you

It had been a couple of days since you arrived at the Burrow. Percy grew more anxious each day and just when he was about to tell the truth to someone, he would back out of it. So, the two of you were still pretending to be a couple. He would hold your hand, or hug you or give you a couple of kisses on the head. And everyone kept on telling you what great of a couple you were. You only nodded and smiled at the comments but deep down you felt incredibly guilty.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Charlie. It’s not like you were really with Percy, but it still felt forbidden somehow. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen and not only that, he was funny and sweet and smart and he worked with dragons, which you loved. But the worst part was that it seemed like he didn’t particularly like you. You had managed to get along with everyone else. You loved talking about muggle things with Arthur and helping Molly in the kitchen. Bill and Fleur were the cutest couple you had met other than Percy and Oliver and you got along really well with Fleur. Fred and George were the funniest people you knew and you actually loved hearing about their inventions and their future plans. You loved playing chess with Ron and Harry and you were already loving Ginny like a little sister. The only one that seemed to try his best to stay out of your way was Charlie.

You woke up one night when you heard Percy’s snores getting louder. You sat up on the bed and glared at him a little. You were even having a very pleasant dream about Charlie but it was rudely interrupted by Percy. You rolled your eyes, putting on your glasses, and grabbed the jumper he left on the chair before you made your way downstairs. It was still dark and you couldn’t help but enjoy how quiet it was as opposed to the ruckus that happened every day. You made your way to the kitchen and tried to look for the kettle and some mugs, but to your luck, you dropped some pans in the process, making the noise sound even louder in the quiet night.

“Shit!” you muttered under your breath hoping you hadn’t woken anyone up. But of course, you did.

“Bloody, fucking klutz” you heard that voice. “It’s about two-thirty in the fucking morning! For fucks sake, Ron-!” Charlie said, walking in the kitchen while putting his hair up in a half-messy bun.

“Oh, Merlin. I am so sorry. I forgot you’re sleeping in the living room” you said, feeling even guiltier. “Did I wake you?” you cursed yourself. You felt your cheeks heating up at the sight of Charlie. His messy hair, his sleepy face, and well, the fact that his sweater was open and he did not have a shirt underneath wasn’t helping either.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I thought you were bloody Ron and his bloody midnight munchies” he insisted. “You alright?”

“F-fine” you said, trying to avoid looking at the beautiful scars and tattoos he had on his chest and to ignore the fact of how much you wanted to kiss each and every one of them. “Sorry I woke you up-”

“No, don’t worry about it” he smiled. “I wasn’t… asleep” he lied.

The truth is, he had also been having trouble getting you out of his mind. He knew it wasn’t right. You were Percy’s girlfriend. But he couldn’t help it. The minute he saw you, he couldn’t stop himself. He thought it would go away over time but he was wrong. Each day he felt himself being more and more drawn to you. You were perfect. The more he got to know you, the harder he fell. Which is why he preferred to keep his distance. Especially after the very pleasant dream he was just having.

“Oh” you said softly as you grabbed the kettle. “Would you like some tea?”

“Um, n-no thanks” he sighed. “I should probably go to sleep” he said with a small smile and you nodded.

“Oh” you said, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Um, Charlie?” you asked, making him stop and look back at you. “D-did I do something to upset you?”

“What?” he frowned, confused.

“S-sorry, I just… um, I get the feeling that you don’t really like me and, I just wanted to ask if I did something or said something-?”

“(Y/N)-”

“Sorry, I’m rambling. I do that when I’m nervous and I just really don’t want you to feel uncomfortable in your own home and-” you said, nervously.

“N-no, I promise, it’s not that” he chuckled, stopping your rambling and walking closer to you. “I’m sorry if I gave you that idea” he said feeling horrible when he noticed the hurt look on your face. He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, kiss you, and make you smile again. But the big ‘P’ printed on the jumper you were wearing made his stomach fill with knots of guilt. “I just um… been in an off mood, I guess” he sighed.

“Oh” you smiled, feeling a bit relieved that it wasn’t because of you. Or so you thought. “Would you like to talk about it? Or some tea? My mum always made me tea when I was upset or when I couldn’t sleep, and- and I’m rambling again” you chuckled and Charlie felt his heart melting.

“Um” Charlie said, trying to decline again, but your hopeful eyes and your sweet smile wouldn’t let him. “Sure” he smiled back, melting your heart. “I didn’t know you wore glasses” he said once you handed him his tea, as you cursed yourself silently.

“Oh, I normally don’t” you chuckled. “I mean, I do, just um… contact lenses” you explained.

“What are contact lenses?”

“Oh, they’re small lenses that work like glasses, but they’re small and plastic and you can put them in your eye-” you explained.

“You put them directly in your eye?”

“Yes” you laughed at his disgusted face.

“How do you even do that? Why would you want to do that?”

“So I can see?” you said as if it was obvious.

“Why don’t you just wear your glasses?”

“Um… I don’t know” you muttered, looking away “I got teased a lot while growing up and I ended up not really liking them” you admitted.

“Oh” he said, hating the feeling of seeing you upset. “Well, I for one think you look just as pretty” he said, making a smile appear on you again.

“Really?”

“Mhm” he said, trying to sound casual. “So, how come you can’t sleep?” he quickly changed the subject.

“Do you know that your brother snores louder than any beast I’ve seen at my job” you laughed and to your delight, he did too.

“I know” he chuckled. “I would have thought you’d grown used to it after eight months” he said, making you almost choke on your tea.

“Um, r-right” you said. “I guess I’m just a light sleeper” you brushed it off and tried to change the subject. “What about you?”

“Oh, n-nothing” he said, taking a sip of tea. “Is this peppermint tea?”

“Yes” you nodded. “It’s my favorite. I’m sorry, I know most people don’t really like it but I used to drink when I was little and I couldn’t sleep” you smiled, looking down at your mug.

“It’s my favorite” he said, surprising you.

“It is?” you smiled up at him.

“Yeah. Nobody else in this family likes it though. I’m happy you brought some” he told you.

“I brought plenty. You can have as much as you want” you assured him. “So, why aren’t you asleep?”

“I kind of enjoy this silence” he chuckled, making you laugh a little as well.

“Sorry I interrupted it with my clumsiness” you said, looking down a little.

“That’s alright, love. I don’t mind it” he said, casually, making your heart flutter. “It just takes a while for me to get used to the noise again” he laughed.

“Yeah, I wasn’t aware a house could be so loud” you chuckled.

“I take it you don’t have any brothers and sisters?” he asked.

“Um… I have two little brothers, but I don’t see them much” you said.

“How come?”

“Well, I didn’t have any siblings growing up. My mum passed away when I was eight years old and it was only me and my dad for a while, and then he got married a few years later and had two sons” you explained. “But I was all grown-up by then so, my dad just kind of… focused on his new family” you said smiling sadly.

“I’m really sorry, (Y/N)” Charlie said, feeling his heart breaking and he grabbed your hand in his, making you look up at his beautiful eyes.

“It’s okay” you assured him. “I’m actually really happy Percy invited me over” you said, making him drop your hand all of the sudden.

“Well, of course. He wasn’t going to let his girlfriend spend Christmas on her own” he said, clearing his throat and making your heart fall.

“Right” you smiled back nervously. “Of course, he wouldn’t” you muttered. You stood up and grabbed your empty mug, talking it to the sink. “I should um- probably go back to bed” you said, awkwardly. When you turned around, you found Charlie standing right in front of you. So close to you.

“Y-yeah… we should” Charlie said, clearing his throat. “I mean, um- y-you should” he chuckled nervously. “Thanks for the tea, love. It really helped” he smiled, placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You fought every single muscle on your body to not reach up and pull his face to crash his lips against yours.

“S-sure” you said, smiling back at him. “Um- goodnight, Charlie” you said, walking out of the kitchen.

“Goodnight” he muttered when you were gone. He ran his hands through his hair, plopping on the sofa and sighing deeply. You were going to be the death of him.

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“I CAN’T DO THIS!” Percy burst into his room, yelling and making you fall off the bed when you woke up.

“What the fuck, Perce?” you yelled from the floor as you looked for your glasses on your nightstand.

“I came this close to telling Bill and instead what came out is ‘I’m not feeling well’ and now I think he thinks I have a stomach problem-”

“You always have a stomach problem” you chuckled as you got up but your smile dropped when you saw the stress on his face and you sat down next to him. “Perce, just calm down. You’ll find the right time” you said, stroking his back with your hand.

“Now it’s even worse! Because they all love you! So, as soon as I tell them, they’re gonna hate me even more!”

“Nobody’s going to hate you” you assured him. “Do they… really love me?” you asked, a bit excited.

“Yes” he sighed. “I don’t know what to do!” he said.

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, Perce” you told him. “But if you do, I’m sure it won’t change a thing. It is clear that your family loves you very much” you said. “And so do I” you said, kissing his cheek. “Even if you woke me up in the worst way possible” you said, making him laugh.

“What were you dreaming about?” he smirked.

“What?”

“You looked really happy when I woke up… what were you dreaming about?”

“Um- I don’t uh- know… I d-don’t remember” you said, feeling the heat run to your cheeks and making Percy’s smirk wider. Of course you knew.

“Oh, Merlin! You were dreaming about a guy!”

“I was not!” you chuckled nervously.

“Yes, you were!” he laughed. “Who is it?”

“No one” you quickly responded.

“What’s his name?”

“Nothing” you glared at him.

“Come on, love, it’s been ages since you’ve dated someone-”

“Wow, thanks a lot, Perce-”

“You know what I mean” he laughed.

“Right. Well, I am going to go clean up now” you said, grabbing your things.

“You’re avoiding the subject-”

“Bye!” you quickly said walking out of Percy’s room and trying to go to the bathroom as fast as you could, making you bump into someone and fall flat on your butt. No, not someone. Making you bump into Charlie Weasley. No, not just Charlie Weasley. Charlie Weasley, coming out of the shower, wearing nothing else but a towel around his waist.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck!

“Sorry, (Y/N)” he said, offering you his hand to help you up. You slowly grabbed his hand and stood up, trying to take your eyes off his body.

“Uh- it’s um- f-fine” you said, making your best to avoid eye contact. And then, you wish you didn’t. You saw George and Fred at the stairs, smirking at you.

“Are you okay?” Charlie asked, making you turn his attention to him.

“Um, y-yes” you said. “I was just going to um- take a shower” you said, nervously, trying to shake the thought of taking a shower with Charlie out of your head.

“All yours” he said, stepping aside and making his way over to Bill’s room.

“Thanks” you quickly said running into the bathroom and closing the door behind you. “Holy fuck, I’m going to die in this house” you muttered under your breath.

After you were ready, you went downstairs. You were a bit relieved to not see Charlie there, but you saw Bill and Fleur in the living room. The twins sitting at the kitchen table, and Molly, who was making breakfast.

“Oh, good morning, (Y/N), dear” she said cheerfully.

“Good morning, Mrs. Weasley” you said, smiling. “Do you need any help?”

“Oh no, dear. I’ve got this” she insisted. “You go on have a seat” she said.

“Yes” George smirked at you. Or at least you thought it was George since his jumper had a ‘G’ on it, but honestly, they could have switched jumpers. “Come sit with us” he said in unison with Fred.

“I need coffee” you muttered.

“There’s coffee right here” Fred said, pouring you a cup of coffee.

“Um… thanks” you smiled, taking it.

“So, (Y/N), how did you sleep?” Fred asked.

“Um… fine, thanks” you smiled.

“See, Freddie and I were curious” George started.

“About your relationship with Percy” Fred continued.

“We cannot, for the life of us, understand how you two are together” George said.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Well, the two of you are just… how would you put it, Georgie?”

“Awfully different” George quickly said.

“See, you’re funny” Fred said

“He’s not” George added.

“You’re cool” Fred continued.

“We all know Percy’s not” George laughed.

“You like Quidditch” Fred said.

“Percy doesn’t” George said.

“You’re pretty” Fred added.

“He’s not” George said and they both laughed again.

“You like animals and magical creatures” Fred said.

“And Percy hates them” George finished.

“I mean, if you ask us, really” Fred said.

“It seems that you should be dating someone else” George said.

“Like Charlie” they said at the same time, making you choke on your coffee.

“E-excuse me?” you asked, coughing. Before they could say something else, you all heard someone knocking on the door impatiently.

“Who could that be?” Mrs. Weasley asked, confused. “I’ll go get it-”

“Oh, Merlin, please, let me” you said, quickly getting up and walking away from the twins. They knew. You made your way over to the door and opened it to find a very familiar face on the other side. “Ollie?”

“I told them” he blurted out.

“You what?” you asked, confused. “Shit! You did?”

“Yes, I told them!” he said, with a big smile on his face. “And they hate me” he added, erasing the smile on your face.

“They what?”

At that moment, Bill approached the two of you. “Hey, who was at the door?” he asked, before seeing who stood there with you. “Oh, hey” he smiled. “Oliver, right?” he said, shaking his hand.

“Yeah, hi… Bill” he said, looking at you for reassurance and you nodded.

“What brings you here, mate?” Bill asked as you and Oliver shared a look.

“Hey, who was at the- Ollie?” Percy said, widening his eyes.

“Um, Perce, Ollie, can I talk to both of you in private, now?” you asked, not really waiting for an answer and you pulled them both up the stairs into Percy’s room.

“Who was that?” Fred and George asked, coming over to Bill.

“Oliver” Bill said, still confused, looking in the direction the three of you went.

“Wood?” they asked and Bill nodded. “Interesting” the twins said at the same time, smirking at each other.

Meanwhile, the three of you managed to make it over to Percy’s bedroom and you shut the door, putting a silencing charm on it.

“What the fuck? Hands off when your child is in the room!” you complained when you saw them kissing.

“Sorry” Oliver laughed. “I just missed him so much” he said, kissing Percy’s cheek, which was the color of his hair right now.

“It’s not even been a week” you rolled your eyes.

“Ollie, what happened?” Percy asked, concerned when he saw the look on your face.

Oliver sighed and then told the two of you his story. He went home for the holidays and then, when his parents asked about his girlfriend, he had finally told them the truth. And when he did, all hell broke loose.

“They said they don’t want to see me again” he finished.

“Ollie, I’m so sorry” you said as Percy stroked his arm with his hand.

“I’m not” he said, with a small smile. “To be honest, I felt… relieved” he admitted. “How did it go here?” he asked Percy, who quickly looked at you. “What?” Oliver asked, looking at you too. “You haven’t told them?”

“I’ve tried, Ollie” Percy said, nervously. “Honestly, I’ve tried so many times but… I just… I don’t know, my heart starts racing faster and my hands get sweaty and-”

“Hey, it’s okay, love” Oliver assured him. “You don’t have to tell them if you’re not ready” he said.

“But I want to tell them” Percy insisted. “I’m just… nervous about their reactions-”

“Perce, your family isn’t like mine” Oliver told him. “I’ve known them for a long time and I know they will love you no matter what” he insisted.

“Yeah, Perce. I know I’ve only met them for a short time but… they seem really sweet and they all love you very much. Even Fred and George” you told him and he smiled back at you.

“Hey Perce, mum is calling you-” Charlie said, opening the door and he then noticed the third person in the room. “Wood?” he asked, smiling a bit.

“Hey, Charlie” you saw Oliver’s smile getting more excited as he greeted Percy’s older brother.

“Hey, mate” Charlie greeted him happily. “How’s it going? Percy told me about Puddlemere United, that’s brilliant!” he said, making Oliver laugh nervously.

“Yeah, it’s alright” he said modestly.

“I wanna hear all about it, mate” Charlie said. “You’re looking at the second-best Gryffindor captain Hogwarts ever had, (Y/N)” he told you.

“I’m assuming you were the first?” you smirked at him.

“Of course, I was” Charlie laughed.

“Of course, he was” Oliver said at the same time.

“Well, what an honor to know the best and second-best Gryffindor captains” you mocked them.

“What does mum want?” Percy interrupted the whole Quidditch talk, knowing all three of you could go on for hours.

“Not sure, she just asked me to get you” Charlie said and Percy rolled his eyes, walking out of the room. “See you guys later” he said, smiling at you and closing the door.

“Are you… fangirling over Charlie?” you mocked Oliver.

“Not as much as you’re fangirling over Charlie” he said, erasing your smirk.

“What?”

“Oh, come on, love. You were practically drooling over him” he laughed.

“Shut up! I was not!” you said, feeling your cheeks burning and Oliver arched his eyebrow at you. “Fine, you can’t tell Percy-!”

“Oh, Merlin! I knew it!” he yelled.

“Shut up! There are ears in like every room in this house!”

“I need you to tell me everything!” Oliver said, sitting on Percy’s bed and padding the space next to him.

“There’s nothing to tell” you rolled your eyes, sitting next to him. “I’m pretending to date Percy, remember?”

“Bloody hell, I can’t believe you’re going to date Charlie fucking Weasley” he laughed.

“I’m not dating Charlie Weasley” you laughed.

“Alright, if you ever repeat this I will deny it” Oliver told you. “I love Percy, more than life itself, okay… but seriously? Charlie is the hottest of the Weasleys” he said, making you laugh harder.

“I know! What is up with Percy’s hot brother? I swear to Merlin, the first time I saw him, I forgot to speak!” you said, making Oliver laugh too. “You want to know something?” you asked and he nodded. “This morning, I bumped into him when he came out of the shower” you smirked.

“No!” Oliver said, pushing you a little.

“Yep. Nothing but a towel on” you said, making him hit you with a pillow.

“I fucking hate you!”

“You fucking love me” you laughed, hitting him back.

To Be Continued

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A/N: I planned on adding more to this chapter but it got pretty long so it will come on chapter 3 xD so, let me know what you think :) and et me know if you want to be tagged

#hanging by a moment #harry potter #harry potter imagine #charlie weasley #charlie weasley imagine #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley series

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muggleborn-and-pureblood · 3 years ago

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Ron always felt like he need to prove himself to his siblings . He always tried to be caring like Bill, easy going like Charlie, smart like Percy, funny like Fred and George, and fierce like Ginny. No one noticed how much he wanted this. Except for Hermione. She always knew. And she always reminded him he doesn’t need to prove himself to anyone.

#golden trio #ron x hermione #ronmione #romione #ginny weasly #charlie weasly #george weasly #fred weasley #percy weasley #bill weasley #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry potter #mcgongall #albus dumbledore #slytherin #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw

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plant-flwrs · 3 years ago

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Heyy!! I wish you would write a fic where Fred is lowkey really into Shakespear and Romeo and Juliet and tries to woo the reader cs she’s muggleborn? Idk but it would be so cute!! 🥺

romeo and juliet // fred weasley

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summary: Fred reads Romeo and Juliet and can’t help but fall in love

a/n: schools out, so hopefully that means more time for writing! thanks for the request anon i thought it was adorable, hope you like it!!

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At first, it was a secret. Fred had no intention of actually enjoying it. He had simply accepted the book Professor Lupin had lent him, thumbed through it, and stayed up all night to read it by accident.

Maybe it was because Lupin had seen the way Fred looked at you across the class, separated by hidden bloodlines and upbringings. You, with your muggle pens that you smuggled in. You, with your muggle records you used an entire bag to carry onto the train. You, with your muggle magazines that spread through the common room like wildfire. You, with those weird little things called cigarettes that you sold in your third year to the older students. You, with the way the older pureblood witches would sit and ask you to do their hair for them because only you could do all the newest muggle styles. You, with your reluctance to Quidditch but your love for soccer.

Fred was gone, absolutely gone for you. He was even more behind than usual in class because he couldn't help but find you with his eyes, no matter the room you were in or the distance between you both. Remus Lupin, the secret romantic, asked Fred to stay after class.

"Mr. Weasley," Professor Lupin called, feet kicked up on his desk while he levitated a novel wandlessly in front of him. A half-eaten apple rested on a napkin beside a chocolate wrapper and Fred was forced to remember the breakfast he had barely eaten, choosing to instead pretend he hadn't noticed the fact you had only sat a few seats away.

Fred stood in front of Lupin's desk, waiting as the room emptied out and George shot him a wink from the doorway.

"Yes, Professor?" Fred rocked on his feet, hands stuffed in the pockets of his robe. He tried not to wonder if you had noticed that he had been called behind, or if you had noticed him at all. He vaguely registered that this might what his brother would call 'pathetic'.

"You never turned in that essay on wandless defenses," Lupin said slowly, the book moving to rest on his desk as he moved his feet to the ground.

Fred was quiet, biting the inside of his cheek as he couldn't seem to recall the last time a teacher had bothered to talk to him about his assignments instead of deeming him a 'lost cause' or a student who 'simply wouldn't apply themselves'.

Professor Lupin sighed, moving again to stand. Fred thought he caught a flash of pain on the professor's face, perhaps a wince as he stood, but the moment was gone before Lupin was giving Fred a calculating and sympathetic glance.

"Do you need an extension?" Remus offered, leaning his hip against the desk and inclining his head to show Fred the importance of this offering.

"I'd appreciate that, Professor," Fred admitted.

They were silent again, Remus still looking at Fred like he was something to figure out. Remus shifted, eyes dropped to his desk and lips lifting.

"What's got you so preoccupied?"

Fred was blushing before he could think of a lie, and then he realized he didn't want to lie. He hadn't even told George about his crush on you- no doubt it was obvious. Fred had had flings and crushes on loads of girls, all fun and easy, but this felt heavier. He didn't want to have a fling with you.

"I guess-" Fred sighed, removing his hands from his robes and wiping them on his trousers, "I've just been distracted recently. A lot on my mind."

"Ah," Remus smiled fondly, nodding slowly.

A book began to move from a pile in the corner, elegantly and easily avoiding the tall stacks of clutter and various lumps of papers to levitate to Fred. Fred reached out for it, moving it in his hand to read the cover. Romeo and Juliet.

"I'll make you a deal, Fred," Professor Lupin said, his voice sounding so mischievous that Fred was surprised he hadn't become ten years younger right in front of him. "You can either write the essay on wandless defenses, or you can read that and write an essay on 'Romeo and Juliet'."

Fred thumbed through the book, eyebrows furrowed. He had never liked reading, most of the books at the Burrow belonged to Bill, Percy, or his father. He was pretty sure that George would find Fred reading Shakespeare to be just as funny as the time they released Cornish Pixies in the Slytherin changing rooms.

"Yeah, alright."

Fred managed to eat dinner that night, with you safely at the opposite end of the table. The curtains to his fourposter had been closed for hours and the light from his wand had been steadily bright for just as long. He had gone from laying on his back, head propped up beneath his arms, to resting his back against the headboard, to sitting upright in the center of his bed, head propped on his fist, to laying on his stomach, to laying on his back again with his head at the foot of his bed, and soon enough, the sun was flooding through a crack in the curtains. He had just finished Romeo and Juliet when he heard the showers starting.

"Lupin!"

Remus stopped and watched Fred catch up to him. He looked tired and simultaneously wide awake, his hair was a mess, and Remus was almost certain that he was wearing his pajama pants beneath his school robes.

"Mr. Weasley," Remus said cordially, continuing his walk to the greenhouse.

"I wanted to talk to you about that book you lent me-"

"Oh, you can keep it, if you'd like. I've read it dozens of times."

Fred hesitated, a wide smile spreading over his face, "Oh, thanks, Professor! It's just, I wanted to tell you I really liked it."

"You've finished it, then?" Remus asked with an impressed smile.

"Read it last night," Fred admitted, somewhat embarrassed.

"I look forward to the essay, then," Lupin said with a kind smile and a nod, turning into the greenhouses and leaving Fred in the corridor.

Inside his robes, he felt the weight of the tiny book against his chest. He kept it in a pocket there, fingers itching to hold it and read it again.

He couldn't help the roaring thoughts in his head. The idea that you were his Juliet, that you and he could find a hidden love, just for you two, amongst your external differences. He was oddly disappointed by the ending and decided he might not completely finish the book if he read it again, perhaps pretend it ended differently. He leaned his back against the stone wall behind him, fighting a blushing smile from his face.

So, Fred loved Shakespeare in secret. He loved reading in secret. He loved the weight of the book in his hands in secret. He loved the words and the phrases in secret. He loved the way it made him think in secret. He loved you in secret. He loved in secret.

Until you started dating Thomas Meadowbrooke. Thomas was a Ravenclaw, wickedly smart, handsome, kind, and the victim of many of the Weasley twins' pranks for a while. George didn't directly ask Fred why they were suddenly pranking this one boy so relentlessly all of a sudden, but he didn't need to.

Thomas wore blazers with patches on the elbows and combed his silky hair down the middle. He always had a flower in his coat pocket to give to you and he always carried a book of poetry with him. He was sensitive and wistful in all the ways girls loved, including you.

You thought Thomas was painfully boring. He would fawn over you in the most annoying ways, giving you poems that he wrote (horrendously awful, they were) and quoting lines from old and boring books to you. He didn't listen to Joan Jett or Janis Joplin and he cringed when you played your records. He suggested Bach or Debussy instead. He was boring.

You had only agreed to go out with him because he asked. Thomas Meadowbrooke may have been able to put a cornish pixie to sleep just by talking to it, but he was undeniably handsome. Well, he was more handsome before he had fallen victim to a particularly entertaining Weasley twin prank that turned his hair gelled and spiked up for a few days.

You broke up with Thomas soon after. He took it well, saying it gave him fuel to finish some poetry he hadn't been inspired enough for before.

Remus heard this gossip quite excitedly.

"She did, did she?" Remus tilted his head, a coy smirk on his lips.

The smell of fertilizer was strong, but he learned not to mind it as he watched the merry witch digging in various pots.

"He was quite heartbroken, the poor thing. Filius said that when he did routine bed checks, he could hear Thomas crying for weeks!" Professor Sprout sighed, patting down the soil and checking for weeds.

"Teen romance is always quite fickle," Remus commented, following Pomona as she moved to the next pot.

"Says you!" Pomona playfully scolded Remus, her red cheeks filling as she smiled.

Remus chuckled, thinking back to Sirius who would sneak into his office later to distract him from grading papers.

"You know, Pomona," Remus said in that voice of his, the one that got Sprout to drop her trowel and lean in close to hear the latest gossip. "I think Fred Weasley's got a bit of a crush on Y/n."

Pomona gasped, dirty hand flying to cover her mouth. She paused, scrunching up her face and sticking her tongue out to spit out the clump of dirt.

"He hasn't!" she continued, not minding Remus' amused smile and the clean rag he offered her to wipe her hands.

"He's always staring at her," Remus said, thinking on it. "I reckon he's quite the secret romantic."

Pomona cooed and awed as she continued to tend to her plants, she and Remus trading anymore gossip that they could think of.

The weather changed at quite a convenient time for Fred. With the slightly warm but still a bit chilled fall weather, Fred could dawn his lighter coats. His lighter coats that happened to have wonderfully shaped pockets on the inside, just the right size for a book.

Fred wondered if you had gone out with Thomas because Ravenclaw book nerds were your type, or if you had broken up with him because Ravenclaw book nerds weren't your type. Fred had spent almost all of the warm weather contemplating how he was going to continue to live if he was determined to remain secretly in love with you. By fall he had figured it out.

Fred wasn't going to hide anything, not the books he had recently begun to love, or the way he loved so strongly. He wasn't going to miss meals because you were so distracting. He wasn't going to suffocate under his crush on you.

It was a beautiful day. George was up in the dorms with Lee working on a prank and Fred had decided to take a walk down to the Black Lake. His lighter coat was a bit heavier because of the book in the pocket, and Fred pushed his hair out of his eyes as he looked down at the ground to avoid stepping on tree roots. He found a nice spot beneath a tree, resting against the trunk and reading.

"Hey, Fred," a voice called, coming closer as they easily avoided the maze of tree roots.

Fred looked up to see you, in those perfect muggle clothes you wore any chance you could, hair styled in that wonderful muggle way, one of those muggle cigarettes tucked behind your ear, walking towards him.

"Hey," he responded, surprised by how easy his voice sounded.

"Have you been reviewing at all for Lupin's?" You sat next to Fred like it was the easiest thing in the world, brushing your shoulder against his.

"No, not really," Fred closed his book with his thumb tucked between the pages saving his spot.

"Mmm," you hummed, leaning your head back against the tree and closing your eyes. "What're you reading?"

"Romeo and Juliet," Fred replied, looking at your profile while he had the chance.

"Didn't think that was your thing," you said playfully, opening one eye to catch Fred looking at you.

He flushed and turned his gaze to his hands in his lap. "Me neither," he admitted, swallowing.

"I always liked ‘The Taming of the Shrew’, personally."

Fred smiled to himself, because of course, you had also read Shakespeare, and of course, you would have a cool favorite.

"I like that one, too," Fred said lamely, enjoying the way you were smiling at him.

By winter, Fred had devised a plan. It was perfect, more perfect than any prank he had created or any Zonko's product he had bought. He would die if he kept all this love to himself, so he decided all he needed was one kiss.

The Yule Ball was in full swing, the classical and slow music long forgotten as everyone moved to the dance floor and rocked to the loud and fast rhythm. Fred had seen you when you first arrived, noticing with glee that you were alone, and hadn't lost sight of you since. He had removed himself from the heavily crowded dance floor, stumbling to the table with the juice he and George had spiked hours earlier. He loosened the collar of his robes and pushed his already disheveled hair out of his face.

You watched Fred move through the crowd like a tornado, a mass of energy that you felt required to look at and admire. He strode to the table, a quiet and self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he took a long sip of punch.

Fred caught you staring at him with pleasant unexpectedness. You looked just as beautiful as you did when the night started, skin glowing and everything dawned upon you with your magical muggle-ness. Fred put his cup down, a comfortable pink hue warming his cheeks, and approached you. He touched his hand to yours.

"Hey, Fred," you said with an entertained smirk, glancing down at his hand on yours.

"I need you to do me a favor," he slurred, voice easy and breath warm as it landed on your skin.

"What kind of favor?"

"I need you to kiss me," Fred pulled his mouth away from your ear, looking to your face.

He didn't have much of an opportunity, though, before your lips were on his and you stole his breath. He tasted of the spiked punch and his hands were trembling and careful as they rested on your waist. You grabbed a fistful of his robes, pulling him close to you with urgency.

He pulled away, lips red and swollen, with his eyes still closed.

"I need you to do me a favor," you said, mouth hovering above his.

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me," you whispered, just loud enough for Fred to hear.

He listened, and held onto you with less trembling and more confidence as you kissed for the second time.

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sunflowerdarlingx · 4 years ago

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Fred Weasley - “I need you”

Hi, I hope everyone is okay!

This is my first non-smutty imagine that I’m writing here so please let me know what you think. I want to write a follow up chapter (maybe two) about the relationship getting back on track and the perks of their relationship being back to normal ;). Please let me know if you would be interested in that <3

Female Reader

Warnings: None

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“George and I leave tomorrow”, Y/N couldn’t help but let the tears fall freely down her rosy cheeks, she was so happy for Fred but the thought of him not being with her for the rest of the school year broke her heart.

“Oh Freddie...I’m gonna miss you so mu..much but I know you’re going to live your dream” she said in between sniffles “I can’t wait to see the shop when school finishes” she leans in to kiss him, but Fred turns his head away from her, standing up to look down at her.

“Actually Y/N, I think it will be best if you don’t come in past the shop during the holidays” Y/N gave him a confused look and Fred had to hold back his tears. “We need to break up Y/N...”, to say Y/N was shocked was an understatement, it was only a few days ago that Fred was telling her how excited he was to start a life with her outside of Hogwarts.

“What? Why?” she took his hand in hers “Freddie if I’ve done something to upset you then I’m sorry, but surely, we can fix this...” her breathing became uneasy as Fred’s emotionless stare looked down at her, “I mean, we’ve been together for 4 years”, Y/N was now sobbing as Fred pulled his hand from her grasp.

“It was fun while it lasted, don’t get me wrong.” Fred clenched his fists at his side, all he wanted to do was wipe her tears away, beg her for forgiveness and remind her of how much he loved her, but he couldn’t. He knew the safest thing for her was to be away from him, his family were a growing target and the chances of a war happening was getting higher each and every day. He was going to keep her safe. “But the truth is, I just don’t love you anymore, you’re boring now Y/N, every day is the same and I need to find something better... I need to find someone better, someone more on my level”.

Y/N felt her heart shatter, she was always openly honest with Fred about her insecurities, she always felt like she wasn’t good enough for him – not pretty enough, smart enough, funny enough, just not enough - and she always thought he could do better. Hearing Fred say it sent a shockwave of pain throughout her body, like a thousand daggers stabbing into her.

Fred knew he had to make her hate him, that was the only way she would stay away. But fuck... the look in her eyes broke him, picking at her insecurities was never something he wanted to do, he hated seeing her upset and knowing that he was the one who caused it made him want lock himself away and never come back.

Shock took over Y/N’s sad face but was soon replaced by anger, “if that’s what makes you happy Fred, I hope you find someone better” she took her ring off her finger and threw it at him before running up the stairs to her dorm.

That was over a year ago. Y/N hadn’t seen Fred since, she avoided Diagon ally as much as she could, and would only visit the Weasley’s when she knew there wouldn’t be a chance of him stopping by. Everyone was furious with Fred when they found out what he said but they all had to move on. She began to see the family less and less. When she heard about the war that was soon to start at Hogwarts from a letter Fleur sent, she made her way straight there.

Now Y/N was stood watching the place she loved, the place she called home for so many years burn around her and crumble into a million pieces. Running down the corridor she threw spells in every direction, disarming a death eater and helping one of the girls in Harry’s year get to safety, Lavender she thinks her name is. She continues down the corridor helping those she knows and dodging every spell.

Fred is stood with Percy as the battle rages around them, Fred is surprised by Percy cracking a joke and can’t help but crack a joke himself.

As Y/N turns a corner she sees him, stopping dead in her tracks. She always imagined seeing him again, but it was usually in a coffee shop or at the Weasleys, she never thought it would be like this. Memories of their time together came flooding back, all the nights cuddled by the fire in the common room, all the silly excuses she made to get him out of detention, all the summers spent at the burrow, her first kiss, her first date, her first everything really flashed before her eyes.

Running over in their direction to help she noticed Fred looked away at Percy, a smile on his face. She couldn’t help but smile too, he always found a way to stay happy, Augustus Rockwood raised his wand, an explosion booming around them. Fred was to distracted to react, the same memories flooding his head.

“FRED” her scream echoes through the hall as he looks over to her “ARESTO MOMENTUM” she shouts and the rubble around him slow down, just enough for him to run out of the way. She runs over to him shoving him in the chest “what the fuck were you thinking Fred! In case you hadn’t noticed there is a war going on. Fucking focus” she goes to shove him again and he grabs her wrist, pulling her close and casting a spell behind her, sending a death eater into the wall and onto the floor.

“Take your own advice, there's already enough of them trying to kill me, don’t need you trying to as well” and with that they continue fighting. They stay together the whole time, protecting each other, at first, she tried to go off on her own, but Fred wouldn’t let her.

Not a day went by where he didn’t miss her, he knew once the war was over it was going to be his mission to get her back. If she wasn’t there at the school fighting, he would have died, she saved his life and would never let her forget how much she meant to him.

After hours which felt like days the war ended. So many innocent lives were lost, and Y/N would make sure they were not forgotten. She walked into the great hall with Fred and was immediately pulled into different hugs with different people.

The whole situation was so overwhelming, she didn’t know whether she should cry, scream or be happy that it was over. She was numb. She slipped out of the great hall and down to the lake. She lay on the grass and watched the birds fly in the clouds. Fred came out looking for her and saw her sitting, walking over slowly and lay down beside her. Y/N looked at him out the corner of her eye and looked back up at the sky, she was exhausted.

“Look Y/N...” Fred turned on his side, Y/N held her hand up to him in a stopping motion. “Not right now Fred, I don’t need to hear about how much better I could have been” she spat, keeping her eyes on the sky. Fred sat up and picked at the grass.

“I just wanted to say thank you, for you know, saving me and all that” he whispers, “I left you, so you were safe” he mumbles, and she sits up beside him. Fred is trying to hold back tears, he broke her heart trying to keep her safe, but she still was put in danger. He was horrible to her and she still saved him, she still protected him.

“What was that?” she turns her body to him and watches him closely, taking note of his glossy eyes and quivering lip. “I...I said thank you” he takes a deep breath and turns to look at her “do you still love me Y/N?”.

Confusion washes over her, of course she did, she never stopped. No matter what said, she couldn’t just stop loving him, he was her everything but she was scared to tell him that. “Fred you said some pretty nasty things when we split up” her voice was shaky but she hoped he wouldn’t notice.

Fred couldn’t hold back the tears as a broken sob left his lips, “I...I know. I’m so sorry Y/N...so fucking sorry...I wanted to keep you safe...I didn’t want you to get hurt...I didn’t mean what I said that night..” his voice comes out in uneven cries as he tries to control his breathing. Y/N moves over to him wrapping her arms around him.

“Woah...calm down” his body shakes beneath her “it’s okay...we can talk about it, just try calm down please” his cries get louder, and her shirt is soaked with tears. Fred doesn’t see how he can make this better, he was an arse, a straight up cock and he doesn’t know what to do. “Freddie, please”, he hadn’t heard her call him that since the night they split, he looks up at her through blurry tears.

His breathing slows slightly as she rubs soothing circles on his back while her other hand plays with his hair “Y/N..I love you... I always have. I thought we had to break up to keep you safe, I had to make you hate me so I wouldn’t come back but the last year and a bit have been hell without you. All I’ve wanted to do is talk to you, I can’t stop thinking about you and I...I need you in my life. It’s like I'm missing a piece of me. Please give me another chance, I'll do anything, please...I'm begging you”.

Y/N would be lying if she said he didn’t want to take him back there and then, but she was worried. What if he was only saying this because of what they just went through? What if he regretted it and broke her heart all over again? The look in his eyes pulled her in, he looked at her like he used to, not with the cold stare he gave her the night he broke her.

“Freddie, I'm willing to give you a chance but I don’t know if we can go back to how things were. What if we’ve lost the connection we had? Or what if you’re only saying this because of what we’ve just gone through? It’s gonna take time”. He pulled away from her embrace and placed a hand on her cheek, wiping away a few tears that Y/N hadn’t even realised had been falling.

“If you let me have time then I promise I will make it up to you, I will prove it to you every day if you let me..just please give me the time to show you”, Y/N nods her head slowly and Fred leans in closer “c... can I kiss you?”, his voice is barely a whisper, his nerves taking over.

“Yes” her answer is a hushed whisper, Fred places his lips on hers and the fit together perfectly, like they were made for each other, moving in perfect harmony. “Come to the burrow with me? We are all going to stay there for a while...we can sort this out I know we can”, Y/N can’t help the small smile that graces her features “Sure Freddie”.

They make their way back to the castle, Fred grabbing her hand shyly to hold, worried he scares her away. They get back up to the castle and they are met by Molly and Arthur.

“Ah Fred, we were just coming to get you” Molly says looking down at their interlocked hands, a small smile crossing her features for the first time in a long time “are you coming to dear?” she looks over at Y/N.

“If that’s okay with you Mr and Mrs Weasley?” Y/N asks softly, Molly pulls her into her embrace “Oh, enough of the formalities, we are Molly and Arthur to you, just like we always were. Of course, you can come sweetheart; you will always be a member of this family whether with Fred or not” she leans into Y/N’s ear “but by the looks of things you two are making a mend” she whispers causing Y/N to blush. “I’m so happy you’re alright” she gives her a tight squeeze before letting Y/N go.

The first few hours at the burrow was spent together as a family, happy to have everyone together in one piece. One by one people slowly make their way to bed, leaving Y/N and Fred in the living room. Fred explained everything and they talked everything through. It was agreed that Y/N would spend the next few weeks there and then stay with Fred and George in their flat when they went back.

Fred knew what it was like to not have her by his side, and he wasn’t willing to experience it ever again.

Part two

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lottiebagley · 3 years ago

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Snow covered courtyards- Oliver Wood

When he'd asked her to the ball he'd been certain she would say no. They'd been friends for a while but never particularly close, simply in the same year and house and therefore knew each other through mutual friends.

He'd always thought she was kind of unattainable, she seemed to always look perfect, she was smart and funny and kind and top of her classes. He never knew why but she always avoided Oliver a little, he spent nights laid in bed listening to Percy's snoring and racking his brains for any reason she might avoid him, an insult from years ago, a history between him and one of her friends but nothing quite came to mind.

It wasn't until a few weeks before the ball that he realised that maybe the reason she avoided him was because she wasn't quite as unattainable as he'd thought. He'd laughed at first when his best friend shrugged that she probably just had a crush on him, mouthful of cereal and a slightly bemused look on his face.

After that conversation he slowly allowed his brain to convince himself she just might like him back. After all why else would she blush when he catches her eye? why would she go to every quidditch game no matter how awful the weather? why would she giggle a little with her friends when he passes?

And so, Oliver Wood let a little spark of hope light in his heart and he began to plan how he would ask her to the ball.

He thought about asking her after they won a quidditch match when he was high on adrenaline but he didn't like the idea of being muddy and sweaty and with the fucking Weasley twins, their relentless teasing playing in his mind before it even happened.

Next he thought about making some production out of it in the great hall like he'd seen a few other people do, but he knew she'd hate being the centre of the entire school's attention.

He contemplated asking her at a party, figuring some liquid courage might make the prospect of asking his dream girl on a date a little easier, but didn't want her to think it was some drunk decision.

He settled on approaching her with a bouquet of flowers and just asking it, after all, he knew he was a good looking guy and most people found him charming if not a little intense. What he didn't think about though was that most people didn't make his heart beat too fast, his hands go clammy, and his words come out a stuttering mess.

Oliver announced to his friends one morning that today was the day he'd ask her out, they'd grinned widely, given him a pep talk, mocked him a little for his nerves and sent him on his way and Oliver had every intention to ask her out.

It was then that Oliver learnt the age old lesson.

Girls travel in packs.

No matter how hard he tried she was surrounded. Between classes, at meals, in the common room, christ even on her way to the bathroom. Whenever he saw her she'd have a gaggle of girls with her all of which would eye him with curiosity and smirks when he attempted to approach.

It took Oliver a further three days of attempting to catch her alone, his friends seeming to find the entire situation funnier by the hour, before it had happened. He'd caught a glimpse of her with Cedric.

Oliver Wood hated Cedric Diggory, hated that he was so often compared to him, hated that he had swoopy hair that made girls swoon, hated that he too was a good quidditch player. His newest reason though to despise the boy who showed him nothing but kindness was that he didn't clam up around her. He talked to her with ease and made her laugh.

If he'd done a little digging, Oliver would have easily found Cedric was a family friend and she viewed him like a brother. Through exasperated mutual friends sick of both their pining he'd have probably also learnt she had a massive crush on Oliver and had turned down multiple boys in the hopes Oliver would ask her to the ball.

He didn't dig though. Instead he scowled in the direction of Cedric and her, they were laughing by the quidditch pitch as the Hufflepuff practice ended and the Gryffindor's arrived for their own. She had been on her way to the greenhouses to grab a book she'd accidentally left there when Cedric had jogged over, unknown to Oliver actually asking if the Gryffindor had plucked up the nerve to ask her out. She had brushed her friend off, thinking it would be a miracle for Oliver Wood to fancy her back.

"Hurry up Wood, she's a good one, she'll get swept up all too soon," Fred smirks as he passes Oliver on his way into the changing rooms.

And with Fred's words in his mind Oliver grabs the bouquet of flowers from the office and marches towards her, Cedric spotting him coming and quickly taking his leave.

"Hi," He calls, cursing himself for not thinking to say her name when she doesn't even turn around, not used to him approaching her, "Hi-Y/N,"

She turns then, still clad in her uniform, hair blowing in the light wind and a small smile on her face.

"Oliver-uh-hey," She blushes a little as she falls over her words

"You're a really hard girl to get on her own," He comments. Fucking christ why does he sound like a stalker? The question spins in his mind but she seems to not think anything of the comment, instead blushing a little

"Oh- my friends and I are kinda inseperable," She shrugs lightly, not wanting an awkward silence so instead opting to ramble "They only aren't here now cause they are busy. Meg's at detention, Ali's with her boyfriend and Katie's tutoring some second year in potions. I'd have waited for one of them to be with me because honestly I kind of hate walking alone- not cause I'm weird or un-independent or any thing, I just, well I get a little anxious and feel like people are staring at me and-" She silences herself, suddenly coming to her senses and realising how crazy she's making herself sound. "Sorry,"

"Don't be. I think it's cute when you ramble," He admits, blushing as red as his quidditch robes when he realises what he's said.

"Did you need something or have I just embarrassed myself over a polite hello?" She questions, he chuckles a little making her feel mildly less uncomfortable.

"I was actually wondering if you wanted to go to the ball?" He questions. He feels a weight off his shoulder's once the question has been asked. Like suddenly even if she says no at least he could tell himself he tried.

"With you?" She questions, she realises she probably sounds more idiotic by the second but can't quite convince herself to believe her long term crush would actually ask her out.

"Uh-yeah," He's taken aback by the question and feels stupid for even thinking she'd consider it and suddenly the even if she says no bullshit is just that, because shit if the girl in front of him with wide eyes and a nervous smile doesn't say yes he thinks his heart might break in his chest.

"Like a date?"

"I was hoping,"

"I'd love that,"

Oliver feels like the luckiest person on earth. Watching as she blushes a little, but her smile is wide and god if he doesn't want to kiss her right there.

"Great,"

"Good,"

"Cool,"

"Yeah,"

Neither of them is quite sure what comes next and the interaction seems to run even more awkward. "You'll pick her up!" Oliver rolls his eyes at the sound of George Weasley, although thankful for the prompt, she blushes, peering behind him to see the entire Gryffindor quidditch team watching them.

"I'll pick you up," He confirms

"Right," She nods

"At 7? Outside your dorm?"

"Sounds good,"

"Okay," He grins brightly, still thinking this entire thing is his mind playing some cruel tricks on him.

"So you should go, your team awaits," She reminds, he nods, partly wanting the interaction over before he can make even more of a fool out of himself or ruin something before it even has a chance to start and partly wanting to live in this moment of pure joy for the rest of his life.

"Right, so I'll uh- see you at the ball- and- uhm- around before obviously," He stutters a little

"Great, I'll see you in both those places," She confirms, realising only after she's spoken how idiotic she sounds.

"The flowers Wood! Christ you're bad at this!" Fred shouts

"Always thought he had game," Harry comments

"We all did kid," George agrees.

"Sorry about them," Oliver apologises

"It's okay," She smiles gently, waiting patiently as he stands staring wondering why her eyes are flickering from him, to his team to his hands and-

"Oh right, these are for you," He confirms, passing the bouquet over and grinning when she blushes a little

"Thanks Oli,"

"Any time," He nods

When she pulls open her dorm door Oliver is certain time stops.

She looks like an angel, her makeup perfect, hair flowing in curls with a small section pinned back as to see her face clearly, Oliver is certain nothing else has ever looked as beautiful. She's dressed in a golden gown that shimmers in the light and makes her look like a princess.

"You- I mean- it- you look beautiful," He stammers over his words and his face goes redder by the second but she smiles at him

"Thank you Oli," She smiles up at him and when their eyes meet both of them feel their hearts hammering in their chests.

"You ready?" He questions, she nods, smiling when he grabs her arm in his and they walk together to the hall.

The hall looks like something out of a fairytale. Seeming to glow an ice white, lined with glittering trees and a glance at the ceiling showing a sky full of stars that gleamed in the air.

"You want to dance?" Oliver questions, eyes falling to the already slightly crowded dance floor, the students dancing to the waltz that plays.

"Think you might loose a foot if we try," She admits, glancing at the girls who swirl around the floor effortlessly and feeling a little self conscious she can't do the same.

"It'd be worth it," He grins, pulling her along with him.

"Hey Oli?"

"Yeah?" He questions as they come to the edge of the dance floor

"These heels are really high. Please don't let me fall,"

"I've got you," He assures, smiling when he notices her physically loosen the panic in her eyes dissipating.

It takes them a few stumbles and a couple of toe treads but eventually they pick up the dance. He watches with a grin as she stares at her feet in focus and with time, and a few glasses of the punch Fred and George spiked, she relaxes, feeling at ease in his arms and becoming more comfortable with the slightly confusing dancing.

Oliver whispers commentary about the ball that makes her laugh and he loves the way she talks with such excitement that he can't help but follow along with every word. He's pretty sure in that moment he could die happy and she's almost certain this is the best night of her life.

As the minutes tick into hours they become more and more comfortable with each other, sure there's still an awkward teenagers with crushes layer to the conversation, but they learn they have a lot in common and find it easy to make small talk that they both actually enjoy.

"Do you wanna go get some air?" She questions at around 11, the dancing has changed from formal waltzing to jumping around to the band who'd been hired for the event and they were both hot and a little sticky from the crowd.

He nods in confirmation and smiles to himself when she immediately takes his hand in hers to pull him along behind her, she seems to have no idea he'd follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked.

She takes him to a small moonlit, snow covered, empty courtyard.

"Anyone would think you wanted to get me alone," He teases lightly, she blushes a little but playfully shoves him

"Maybe I did," She shrugs, he grins cockily "Or maybe it was a little crowded in there and I'm a polite date who didn't want to just abandon you," She isn't quite sure where her newfound confidence around Oliver is coming from

"I'm going to go with the first option," He grins, she laughs a little before shivering at the cold December breeze that wraps around them. He's quick to shrug of his black formal jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders and blushing when she leans up to press a kiss to his cheek in thanks.

"You wanna dance?" She questions, he laughs a little at the idea of leaving a ball to go and dance but nods.

Her arms wrap around his neck as his circle her waist, he hums gently and she smiles a she glances up at him. Oliver Wood looks like a god in the moonlight and she thanks her lucky stars that it's her who got to be in that moment with him.

They dance slowly, eventually pulling each other closer. She laughs when he twirls her under his arm and he grins when her hands begin to brush through the ends of his hair.

"Tell me something," She speaks quietly, his arms pulling her even closer.

"What do you wanna know?"

"Anything about you," She decides, he takes a deep breath, figuring now's probably the best moment he'll ever get to tell her this.

"I've had a crush on you since first year,"

"You have?" She sounds shocked and he can't help but laugh at the idea of her not realising he's practically head over heels for her

"I have," He confirms with a grin

"Why'd you never say anything?" She questions. Her heart feels like it's beating a million miles a minute and she's almost certain he can feel it

"You kinda avoided me," he shrugs

"Yeah I did," She laughs

"Why'd you do that?"

"I was scared to make a fool out of myself," She admits

"Yeah I get that," He nods

"You do? You always seem so- I don't know- at ease,"

"Around everyone but you I kinda am," He shrugs, she blushes a little at that. "You wanna know something else?" He questions.

They're still swaying a little but there's not much movement at their feet, instead the entire thing looks like a loving embrace and she figured to an extent it kind of was.

"Sure,"

"All night I've thinking about if I were to try and kiss you. If you'd kiss back or you'd pull away and laugh in my face and I'd have made a fool of myself," His words leave her breathless and his charming grin only makes it better

"There's only one way to know for sure," She whispers.

His lips crash to hers in the moonlit courtyard, the snow falling around them. It's slow and gentle. Holding years of emotion and there's no need to rush, in that moment they both know they have forever to hold each other this close. It's a little toothy from both their wide grins but as his hands cup her cheeks she's sure nothing has ever been as perfect as this moment and the boy she's sharing it with.

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#harry potter fanfiction #Harry Potter #harry potter masterlist #oliver wood #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood x y/n #oliver wood imagine

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couldibeanymorechaotic · 3 years ago

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This is a mess

I wrote a fic about Percy Weasley coming out and like I said above, it’s kinda a mess.......👉🏼👈🏼 it’s really chaotic but lots of people like chaotic stuff right?! let’s just hope

anyway, do whatever u want with this and yeah!

warning: percy became a bit ooc and charlie became trans so she is now charlise <3

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Percy Weasley was very nervous. Very nervous indeed. He was going to be coming out to his family. His loving but super chaotic family.

“W-What if they think I’m a-abnormal Ollie? Or w-worse than t-that?” Percy stutters out to his boyfriend, Oliver Wood, otherwise known as the keeper of Puddlemere United.

“They won’t darling. They love you,” comforted Oliver, “Besides, hasn’t Ron come out as bisexual, and isn’t Charlie, Charlise now?”

“B-but, I wasn’t there for them,” replies Percy ashamedly, “I left them when they needed me the most, and Fred died. I don’t deserve it!”

“Percival Ignatius Weasley, you are a beautiful, kind, smart person and you, like everyone else, deserve to be happy. Everyone makes mistakes! The thing that matters is you apologized! You came back!” Oliver reassures.

“Sorry, I’m just freaking out, Oll,” Percy apologizes.

“It’s ok, love. No need to worry,” says Oliver, “How about a kiss for good luck?”

“Seriously, Ollie?” replies Percy with a fond smile.

“Yes seriously!” Oliver chuckles.

“Fine!” Percy gives him a short but loving kiss, “Now let’s go over the plan one more time.”

“Percy, I love you, but if you make me recite that one more time, I’m going to flip. Besides, I remember,” Oliver said.

“Ok, ok. Love you, too! Bye,” replied Percy as he headed through the floo.

As he entered the Burrow various shouts of hellos greeted Percy.

“Hello Mother and Father,” Percy said primly.

“Oh, Percy, darling! You’re home!” Mrs. Weasley replied.

“Yes, indeed, Mother!” Percy responded, trying to stop his nerves and muster a smile.

“Oi! What about us?” Bill laughed.

“Hello to you too, siblings,” replied Percy.

“You say siblings like it's a bad thing,” Ginny replied.

“It is,” smiled Percy.

“No, this cannot be. Percy just made a joke,” said George, shocked.

“Hey, I make jokes. I’m plenty good at it!” Percy replied.

“Yeah, sure. Tell me one person who thinks your jokes are funny!” Charlise asked.

“My boyfriend!” shouted Percy, forgetting his plan, “Uh, I mean girlfriend.”

“Percy, do you have something to tell us?” Mr. Weasley asked.

“Um, yes father. I have a boyfriend,” Percy replied anxiously.

“Great, we were wondering why you were single for so long, Perce!” Fred laughed.

“Hey!” yelled Percy, “He’s been my boyfriend for 2 years!”

“That was the wrong thing to say, Percy,” giggled Ginny.

“Percival Ignatius Weasley, why haven’t you told us about your boyfriend of 2 years? When is he coming for Sunday dinner? I need to make a sweater for him!” Mrs. Weasley fretted.

“Um, well actually, I was going to tell you and then ask him to come,” Percy nervously replied.

“Ok, dear. How about you go call him?” Mrs. Weasley smiled.

“Wait. Wait!” Bill shouted.

“What?” George and Ron asked simultaneously.

“Can we guess who your boyfriend is first?” Bill questioned.

“Fine,” replied Percy looking at his watch, “My boyfriend is running late anyway.”

“So, what house is he in?” asked Fred.

“I won’t tell you! You have to guess!” chuckled Percy.

“Maybe, Slytherin?” asked Charlise.

“No, Charlise. Not Slytherin,” replied Percy.

“How about Ravenclaw then?” inquired Ron.

“Nope,” said Percy.

“You probably won’t date a Hufflepuff so Gryffindor?” asked Bill.

“Correct. He is in Gryffindor,” Percy smiled.

“Um, do we know him?” asked Ron.

“Yes, you know him,” replied Percy.

“Ok,” Fred says, “This is hard.”

“Because you haven’t even properly guessed!” Percy shouts.

“Fine, fine. Does he like quidditch?” asks Ginny.

“Yes, he does,” Percy replies.

“Oh, thank Merlins. If he didn’t, I don’t know what I would do!” George laughs.

“Ha, ha. Very mature, George,” Percy replied dryly.

“I give up! Can Percy’s boyfriend come so we can eat?” asked Ron.

“I will if there is an overall decision,” says Percy.

“One last question?” asks Bill hopefully.

“Ok, what’s your question?” Percy asks.

“How many siblings does he have?” asks Bill.

“None,” said Percy.

“Well he’s going to be in for a chaotic surprise,” laughs Charlise.

“Anyway, you can bring him now, Percy!” Mrs. Weasley replies.

“That would be good. I’ll bring him from the floo,” replies Percy as he steps into the floo, “Home!”

“Perce!” Oliver shouts anxiously, “What took you so long, love?”

“Sorry, darling,” replies Percy, “They wanted to try to guess who my boyfriend was!”

“Did they guess it right?” chuckles Oliver.

“They didn’t even guess! They just asked silly questions,” said Percy as he rolled his eyes.

“I figured. Anyway, ready?” asked Oliver.

“Yeah, I’m ready, Oll,” replies Percy.

“Great! Let’s go then!” Oliver says.

“No, wait!” Percy stutters.

“Mhm, what?” asks Oliver.

“Maybe, I could come in first, and then I could prank them! Maybe say he can’t come/he broke up with me or some shit and then floo to the Burrow?” laughs Percy.

“Hearing you swear never fails to make me wonder. And yeah, I love it. But it’s your idea, if they ask, which they will!” Oliver smiles.

“Come when I ping you on your watch, ok?” asks Percy.

“Sure, muffin. Love ya!” said Oliver, his scottish twang prominently arising in his voice

“Ok then. Bye Ollie. Love you,” kisses Percy as he floo’s to the Burrow.

“Hey, Percy!!” says Ron.

“Wait, where is he?” asks Charlise.

“H-he b-broke up with me….” stutters Percy trying to sound devastated. It wasn’t too hard considering he had done acting at Hogwarts. Not many people knew though. Only Neville, Hannah, Penelope, Susan, and Luna.

“Oh no, Percy, dear. Would you like some tea?” says Molly trying to comfort him.

“Yes please, mum,” Percy (fake) sniffles.

The other Weasleys were shocked…..they had never seen Percy act this way…..before they knew it, they were all starting to curse his heartless ex-boyfriend.

“I’m going to kill him,” screeched George.

“Me too!” replied Fred.

“Me three!” Ginny replied.

“Me fucking four!” growled Bill.

“I’m here too!” Ron yells.

“And me!” replies Charlise.

“W-wait guys,” Percy stammers.

“Excuse me?” glares Ginny.

“Oh, guys and gals,” says Percy, covering up his mistake.

“Yes, Percy?” asks his father.

Percy cracks a huge grin as he laughs, “It’s a prankkkk!��

“Fuck you, Percy. Fuck you,” growls Fred.

“Seriously, what the hell?” Bill yelled.

“And why did you do this?” asked Ron.

“I could answer that, or Charlise might know,” smirked Percy.

“Sorry, Perce. It’s just you never make jokes or pranks, or whatever,” replied Charlise.

“Never mind that, how’re you so good at acting?” asked George.

“Because I was in acting for 4 years, George!” shouted Percy, “How come you don’t remember?”

“To be honest Perce, I don’t remember,” replied Ginny.

Shouts of ‘nor do I’ came chorusing through the Burrow.

“Seriously?” Percy sighed.

“Percy, so is your boyfriend still there?” asked Mrs. Weasley trying to change the topic.

Percy instantly brightened up and he replied, “Yeah, he is. And before I get him, don’t scream, don’t yell, don’t do anything that would embarrass me, and the prank was my idea so don’t blame him. Got it?”

“Got it!” replied the Weasley Family.

“Ok then,” said Percy as he tapped his watch, turning it the color of his bright blue eyes.

“Hey, how did you do that, Percy?” asked his Father.

“Just some simple charms and transfigurations which allow me to ask my boyfriend to come where I need him to be,” Percy replied, “It also kinda works like a patronus but instead of sending one, I can just call him and he can talk to me!”

“Woah, cool!” replied the twins simultaneously, “Can you make a prototype for our shop?”

Flustered at the praise, Percy just nodded as he waited for Ollie.

A familiar voice was heard, “Hiya Perce! Oh and hello Mr & Mrs. Weasley.” said Oliver, “-and hi fellow Weasley siblings!

“No freaking way!” yelled Ron.

“Oliver Wood, keeper of Puddlemere United!!” screeched Ginny.

“Calm down! I told y’all to keep it down and not to embarrass me, it hasn’t worked so far,” glared Percy.

“Y’all? Who says y’all?” shudders George, “Oliver’s rubbing up on you, Perce!”

“Oi! Shut it! I think saying y’all is cute! Don’t you, pumpkin?” says Oliver, “Oh, and aren’t you cold, muffin? You’re only wearing a sweater, dear.”

Embarrassed, Percy replied, “I’m fine, love. Now let’s go to eat!”

“Wait a minute, did everyone else hear Oliver saying pumpkin, muffin, and dear in the span of 2 minutes?” Bill chuckled as he asked.

“No more questions,” Percy shouted as he blushed, “Now time for dinner.”

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twilightdruig · 3 years ago

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talking to the moon

pairing/s: fred weasley x clearwater!fem!reader, percy weasley x penelope clearwater

summary: when fred finds himself running from flich, he ends up in the astronomy tower where he finds out who his comfort person could be.

warnings: ravenclaw!reader, just fluff really, kind of slow burn.

a/n: unedited!! my first fred fic! i kinda hate this btw :)

y/n clearwater remembered when her sister finally got a boyfriend. not only were their mom proud of her for getting a boyfriend but their dad also being proud because she became the ravenclaw prefect.

y/n on the other hand, she was the troublemaker, the least favorite child, and the misfit. she would use her smarts for something else.

y/n had friends, sure, but she also had rivals. the weasley twin, the more known pranksters of hogwarts. they’ve been each other’s targets for the longest time.

only a few people knew the mysterious and mischievous ravenclaw girl. she spent time either alone or with her only close friend, ally. people did know a few things about her. she was one of the brightest witches of her age (a very close contest to hermione), she loved to mess with people heads and she was a compulsive liar.

she’d spend her time either reading, people watching or star gazing. people thought she was weird.

y/n on the other hand, she was the troublemaker, the least favorite child, and the misfit. she would use her smarts for something else.

she had friends, sure, but she also had rivals. the weasley twins, the more known pranksters of hogwarts. they’ve been each other’s targets for the longest time.

only a few people knew the mysterious and mischievous ravenclaw girl. she spent time either alone or with her only close friend, ally. people did know a few things about her. she was one of the brightest witches of her age (a very close contest to hermione granger), she loved to mess with people heads and she was a compulsive liar.

she’d spend her time either reading, people watching or star gazing. people thought she was weird.

“there she goes again, georgie…” fred sarcastically gushed. their eyes followed the figure that was going up to the astronomy tower.

“you keep that up, i’ll start to think you fancy her” george teased his twin brother

fred fake gagged at that.

little did george know, fred’s been smitten with her every since.

there was an opportunity right there. percy was dating her sister. he would’ve thought they’d share a disgust in that relationship but then again, y/n was mysterious, lonely and a little bit intimidating.

although, she’s been causing a tad bit of mischief around, she’s never actually properly talked to the twins. which was surprising to everyone, they’d thought fred weasley and y/n clearwater would’ve been a great golden couple.

their siblings being the prefects who snogged while doing rounds.

one night, fred was setting up a prank while he let george spend the night sleeping. as per usual, he snuck out of his dorm, avoided filch, whom was roaming the corridors.

he found himself running to the direction of the astronomy tower. he didn’t think, he just ran. not once did it cross his mind y/n would be there. he kind of knew she was there every night but that didn’t matter right now.

he didn’t know how but filch heard some of his footsteps nearby. he ran and ran. he was climbing up the stairs of the astronomy tower.

when he was at the very top, he finally lost filch. he didn’t notice a figure sitting by the edge.

y/n was wrapped in an oversized jumper and her hair was in pigtails. she was quite surprised when someone climbed up here. it was late and no one ever encountered her when she was in her zone.

“uh… hey,” fred panted. he didn’t know who it was. it never registered in his head that y/n came up here until the last minute.

“fred.” she turned around.

“hey”

“you already said that” she silently giggled “you alright?” she remembered he was panting and speaking breathlessly.

“yeah, yeah,” he made a hand gesture signifying he was fine “filch” he pointed his thumb behind him, by the stairs.

“i wonder why” she rolled her eyes, the sarcastic comment rolling off her tongue.

“clearwater, right?”

“is that sarcasm?” she narrowed her eyes.

“kind of yes, and no. i don’t exactly know you personally, and yes, your sister has an awful taste in men”

“awful taste in men is right” she laughed.

they continued to converse for the rest of the night. they both forgot they were rivals that night.

the next morning came and they woke up in their respective dorms. she passed luna lovegood by the common room.

her and luna were very good friends. they were known as the weirdos from ravenclaw. neither did you care.

luna was such a pretty soul. who couldn’t love her?

“hello, y/n.” her feathery voice interrupted her thoughts.

“hey there, luna” she waved back.

they walked each other to the great hall. everyone was bustling around, eating, or conversing. luna left to find harry or neville, she wasn’t exactly sure.

the weasley twins also came over to the ravenclaw table. she didn’t know which one of them it was but one was helping the other talk to a girl.

y/n and one of them (probably fred) shared eye contact and it may be unspoken but they’ll most definitely see each other very soon.

they did in fact see each other that night. it was the second night you spent not being rivals. people also may have noticed she weren’t pulling as much pranks as you were before.

summer came along, right after percy and penelope’s graduation. the weasley’s invited the clearwater sisters even if percy was reluctant if he wanted his girlfriend (and girlfriend’s sister) to meet his chaotic family.

now, penelope and y/n were standing in front of a slightly slanting, talk wooden house in the middle of a field.

the door burst open as a plump redheaded woman emerged from said door. ‘this must be mrs. weasley’ y/n thought.

“hi, dearies,” she pulled the sisters in for a hug “i’m mrs. weasley! please do call me molly.”

“hi, molly. thank you so much for inviting me and my sister to stay here!” penelope exclaimed.

“yes! thank you for inviting us” y/n exclaimed as well, right after penny’s elbow jabbed her in the ribs.

when molly went back in the house, them following not far behind. “that hurt penny” y/n whispered.

“sorry! i just didn’t want her to have a bad impression on us. especially, you. she barely knows you”

“boys! ginny! hermione! our guests are here!”

the sound of multiple footsteps rattling the stairs could be heard from y/n’s position at the door. there was a small sign that said ‘the burrow’, a small living room, a dining table that was connected to the kitchen. the house felt cozy and homey.

after she examined the area, two tall, identical twins, who grew their hair, appeared in front of her “fred,” she nodded to one twin “george.” she nodded to the other.

she figured penelope was somewhere spending time with her boyfriend.

y/n sure was surprised to see the twins with longer hair and longer legs. they still looked good, though.

wait, did she just call the twins attractive?! no way. no. she shook the thought off. molly told her and penny they’ll be staying in ginny’s room with ginny and hermione. she took her bags up their so she could get settled in.

after she did, she was found outside, reading a book by a large tree. she and hermione were there before ginny and ron called her in.

nighttime arrived, the weasleys and their guests ate under the moonlight with fairy lights around their yard. it was a beautiful sight, a happy family, under the stars and moon and galaxy.

she sat in between penny and hermione. she was very comfortable with hermione. they never really conversed before today, they learned they had so much in common from books to favorite subjects.

after eating, all the girls helped molly wipe the tables and clean the dishes while the boys packed up the tables. molly was making them practice muggle cleaning and organizing. it was obvious they didn’t like it.

y/n proposed she help the boys, because she knew a fair amount of muggle knowledge. it was one of her best classes, after all.

fred has been sending her longing looks and winks all day. while degnoming the backyard and playing quidditch with his siblings. he kept looking at her under the shade of the tree.

before she went back in fred approached her and slipped a little piece of paper in her pocket.

‘meet me at the bottom of the abandoned treehouse in the back at 11:30pm’

it’d be like the astronomy tower.

when it struck 11:30pm, y/n made sure all her roommates were fast asleep before slowly tiptoeing out the room and down the stairs. she slipped past a snoring and cuddling molly and arthur weasley in the living room and finally, out to the backyard. she walked over to the abandoned treehouse and waited for a bit until fred emerged from the same door she came through earlier.

“hey” he murmured when he approached where y/n was sitting on a stable step that was supposedly going up to the treehouse.

“hi there”

“what are you up to?”

“you told me to meet you here, you git”

“right, right” the two laughed.

comfortable silence feel upon them. “there was actually something i wanted to tell you”

you faced him, “oh?”

“yeah”

“okay, go on. spit it out, freddie” the nickname just came out naturally from her tongue.

it gave fred butterflies, for some reason. actually, he did know what ‘some reason’ was.

“i- um…” he stammered.

“do i make fred,” she poked his side “nervous?”

“yeah. you do” he grabbed her hand. he looked up at the star-littered sky and the moon.

“what?” she faltered.

“you make me nervous, y/n.” he looked back at her “the thing is, i fancy you. you’re gorgeous, funny, smart, weird and mysterious and i love all of that about you”

y/n smiled. “i fancy you too, fred”

“oh, thank merlin” he chuckled “i had to ask percy and your sister for advice.”

“oh… well, did it work?”

“oh, i didn’t use it. i just went with my gut like i did that first night.”

they laid there, underneath the galaxy. the stars and moon looking down at them, seeing young true love.

#hogwarts #harry potter #fred weasley fic #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader

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hi-i-love-u-bitch · 4 years ago

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LGBTQ+ Harry Potter Headcannons that I say are cannon and JK Rowling can die mad about it 😊

Harry Potter is a disaster bisexual and half Arab on his father’s side

Hermione Granger is Black and pansexual as well as trans (MtF)

Ron Weasley is Asexual/Heteromantic

Ginny is pansexual

Fred and George are raging bisexuals

Literally none of the Weasley children are straight; Bill and Percy are bi and Charlie is gay

Luna Lovegood is a cottage core lesbian and uses They/Them pronouns

Molly Weasley knits Pride flags sweaters for all of her children with their own respective flags, fight me!

Arthur Weasley is very supportive of his children and always makes sure to educate himself (and others) every time he learns something new about the LGBTQ+ community

Draco Malfoy is fucking gay and you can’t change my mind!

Crabbe and Goyle are straight allies

Pansy Parkinson is aromantic/bisexual

Blaise Zabini is demisexual

Neville Longbottom is a soft pansexual ❤

Dean (bi) and Seamus (gay) are dating, fucking deal with it!

Cedric Diggory is a pansexual trans man and EVERY student at Hogwarts was in love with him! Don’t question me!

The only time Harry and Draco WEREN’T bickering (with loads of sexual/romantic tension) was when they were ogaling Cedric and complaining about how hot he was!

Hermione still went with Viktor Krum to the Yule Ball but Ron wasn’t all that bitter about it and instead suggested that he and Harry go as each other’s date. Harry agreed as well as suggested that they bring Luna along with them as well.

Luna was thrilled and accepted their invitation, making all three of them matching corsages and boutonnieres.

Sirius (gay) and Remus (pan) are married but they’re also polyamories so when Remus falls in love with Tonks Sirius is like “go for it dude”. So Remus starts dating Tonks and her and Sirius become good friends and when Remus wants to propose to her after a few years Sirius helps Remus pick out the ring that’ll match both of theirs.

A muggle born student gifts Dumbledore a mini rainbow pride flag and he sticks it on his hat like a feather. He hasn’t taken it off since.

McGonagall is bisexual and helped rally during one of the first pride marches in England back in the 70s

Once Hagrid learns about the LGBTQ+ community from Harry and Co. he asks them if they could get him some flags to hang around his hut so that every student knows it’s a safe place for all.

Hogwarts eventually starts allowing students to stay over the summer months if they have nowhere else to go or if their own home isn’t safe for them.

Harry knew he was bi since he was like 10 but he just didn’t have a word for it until he met Hermione (cuz she was smart and knew a lot of words)

Of course he never told the Dursleys this but one day (he was 14 at the time) he found Dudley crying in his room when he thought no one was home and Harry just had this strange feeling that he should talk to him.

So turns out that Dudley was bi too and he was not processing it as well as Harry did. Harry came out to him which somehow comforted Dudley a lot more than he thought it would; they talked all night long and it was the beginning of them mending their familial relationship with each other into something healthy.

Heromione told Ron and Harry that she was trans during their second year and she was so scared that they would reject her that she cried for a whole hour before being able to say anything properly. Ron and Harry comforted her the entire time and promised her that they would all remain friends no matter what.

After that if anybody even LOOKED at Hermione in any sort of offensive way Ron and Harry would go absolutely feral on their asses

It took a LONG while for Ron to figure out he was Asexual, like he knew that he liked girls he just didn’t wanna…go all the way with them.

He had thought there was something wrong with him because all the guys were always talking about their “experiences” with their partners and how good it was

At first he thought that maybe it was because he unknowingly liked guys but after a few curious make-out sessions with a couple of male class mates at parties he concluded that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t a terrible experience but it just wasn’t his cup of tea.

Eventually he caved and finally talked to Hermione and Harry who were both very patient and gave plenty of helpful advice. So in the end Ron found out that he wasn’t weird he was just asexual.

When Harry and Draco finally start dating every time they see Lucius in their range of sight they start acting obnoxiously couple-y just to piss him off.

Narcissa thinks it’s funny

Dolores Umbridge is a homophobe and everybody hated her even more (including Draco’s gang). This was the moment all four houses came together in perfect harmony and collectively fucked her over.

When Harry was sent to Umbridge’s office for detention and told to write “I must not tell lies” with a black quill he instead looked her straight in the eye and wrote down “raging bisexual” in all caps.

When Draco found this out he fell just a little bit more in love with Harry

During their DADA class as Umbridge was discussing Merlin, Draco made a disagreeable comment which led to a squabble between them. It ended with Draco rolling his eyes and scoffing: “If you honestly think Merlin was even remotely heterosexual then you’re even stupider than I previously though, you mythic bitch!”

The entire class was stun into awed silence and Harry would not stop making obvious heart eyes at Draco for entire week.

After double teaming on a particularly nasty prank on Umbridge, which involved replacing all her cat portraits with worted toads, configuring all her sweets into slugs, hiding spiders and harmless snakes in her desk draws, and changing anything pink in her office to a gross bog water color, Harry and Draco finally got together. They were caught by Umbridge making-out under the stairwell and sent to detention.

She tried to get them expelled for their prank but she didn’t have enough evidence against them to prove that they did it.

(AN: Please add your own headcannons that you think should be cannon ❤I would love to read them❤)

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official-weasley · 3 years ago

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Tiger - (The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley AU)

Warnings: is getting a pet a warning? 🤔🙈

Word count: 5,205

Characters: Charlie Weasley and my OC Nova from TICW which you can find here

Nova

“Mum, when is dad coming home?”

Aoede and I were sitting on our sofa, watching cartoons and eating cookies. An episode of Tom and Jerry just ended and Aoede noticed that Charlie wasn't home yet.

“In a few minutes, sweetheart.” I ran my fingers through her soft hair, getting another cookie from the bowl.

“Is he late?” Aoede posed another question.

“No. It's five minutes until 3 o'clock so he hasn't finished working yet.”

“I wish he didn't have to wolk that long.” Aoede sighed.

“Oh, sweetheart, me too. But he works every day until 5 or 6 so he is already coming early today because it's Friday.” I wiggled the bowl to switch Aoede's attention to cookies.

“Fliday and Sunday ale my favolite. You know why, mum?” Aoede turned to me before trying to stuff an entire cookie in her mouth.

“Why?” I giggled, watching the chocolate get smeared all over her face.

“On Fliday, daddy comes home earliel and we have a cuddle day and on Sunday we have pancakes fol blefcast.” Aoede clapped excitedly.

“Breakfast, Aoede.” I corrected her.

“Bleak...fast.” Aoede furrowed her brows trying to remember the word.

“There you go! Nice job!” I pulled her in a half hug.

She was sitting next to me because my belly was too big for her to sit in my lap.

“You know what,” I said after I took a bite of yet another cookie, “Fridays and Sundays are my favorite too.”

“Leally? Because of daddy being home and pancakes?” Aoede's eyes were sparkling.

“Because we all cuddle on the sofa and pancakes.” I sniggered.

“What about dad?” Aoede asked curiously.

“Meh.” I swung my hand, trying to sound uninterested.

“Mum,” Aoede gasped, “stop it! You love dad!”

“I do,” I giggled, “nothing gets past you, does it?”

“You tlied to tlick me!” Aoede fully turned to me and took my cookie. “No cookie fol you!”

“Hey, give that back, I'm eating for two!” I made puppy eyes at her.

“Those only wolk on dad, mum.” Aoede giggled and put my cookie in her mouth.

“You are too smart for a 3-year-old.” I playfully shook my head.

“I am just good at taking youl cookies,” Aoede said with her mouth full.

“Want to watch another episode or should we wait for dad?” I reached for the remote.

“Wait fol dad. I will talk to the baby now.” Aoede cleared her throat after finishing the cookie.

I still didn't like the fact that Charlie raised his voice at her the night Bill and Fleur came by. I wasn't used to it as my parents rarely had to do it with me and I have learned from them that most of the time just talking peacefully works wonders.

Before Aoede was even born, Charlie expressed his concern about how his mother always shouted at him and his siblings and that he doesn't want to be like her and made me swear that I would scold him if I ever notice he is turning into his mother.

He might not have shouted at Aoede like Molly used to shout at her boys, but it was evident that he has lost his temper with her and I wasn't okay with that. Especially, when Fleur told me that she was the same when her sister was born and later Bill trying to calm me down telling me that he and Charlie were the same when their younger siblings were born.

Charlie and Aoede worked it out the second Charlie and Bill came back inside and he apologized to me 3 times that night before we went to sleep.

Even though I forgave him the second he sat down and talked to our daughter I couldn't help but notice that by raising his voice Aoede started to warm up to the fact that she is getting a sibling.

The first thing she did, she asked me when the baby is coming. Then she asked Charlie if she can join him when he was singing to my belly. To say that we were both shocked by her sudden change of heart was an understatement but at the same time, we were over the roof about the fact that we could talk about the pregnancy in front of her without her glaring at us.

She usually played with her Unicorn plushie or did puzzles – which her grandpa Artie sent her the second we told him she finished the dinosaur one – when Charlie was either talking or singing to the baby. It was progress that she didn't mind, but last week she got curious and actually listened to what he was doing.

Two days ago, when Charlie was still at work, she stopped playing all of a sudden and walked to me, avoiding my eyes. I had never seen her so shy around me so I asked her what was going on. After a lot of mumbling to herself and fiddling with her fingers, she admitted that she would like to try and talk to the baby.

I did my best, hiding the fact that her action shocked me and made her sit next to me on the sofa so she could sit on my legs and talk to the baby. She only introduced herself before getting too shy and jumping off me to go back to her toys but it meant the world to me.

Charlie, of course, couldn't believe it when I told him and was hoping he would get to see it and since she wanted to do it again today, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he will be able to witness this miracle sooner or later.

“Okay, whenever you are ready.” I smiled softly at her, gently stroking her hair.

“Hello.” She tapped on my belly so lightly that it tickled me. “Uhm, mum I don't know what to say.”

“Well, your dad usually tells the baby stories.” I encouraged her.

“Oh, I know plenty of those!” Aoede's eyes sparkled as they did every time she got an idea.

“Hi, baby!” She waved at my belly. “I love cookies. My uncle Geogie makes the best ones and I love when he comes and we make them togethel. I love the ones with chocolate the most! You will love uncle Geogie, he is so funny! But uncle Bill is my favolite. He has longel hail than dad and he lets me play with it. He isn't as funny as uncle Geogie but his stolies ale fun! He loves auntie Fleul. She is vely pletty and...”

Before Aoede could continue the front door unlocked and Charlie stepped inside.

“I'm home!” He sang.

“Daddy, shhh! I'm talking to the baby!” Aoede whispered with a finger in front of her mouth.

“You are what?” Charlie raised his eyebrows and locked eyes with mine.

“She's talking to the baby,” I whispered, trying not to giggle too much to disturb her.

Charlie was quick to put his jacket away so he could join us as he couldn't wait to be a part of this. He kissed Aoede's forehead and got a little groan in return for disturbing her. Then he gently pushed me upward so he could sit down and I positioned myself in his arms. He kissed the top of my head, listening to Aoede tell the baby all about her uncles and aunts and why she loves each of them.

“The last one is uncle Pelcy. I only saw him once. Daddy doesn't like him much I think...” Aoede gave her words some thought.

I looked up at Charlie who swallowed thickly, his eyes on our 3-year-old.

Percy came home for the first time about 2 months after the war. The reactions to his action varied. Arthur and Molly were just happy he was back. Ron, George, and Ginny didn't want to hear him out at all. Charlie and Bill were hesitant and asked him to give them some time to think everything through.

Because Charlie wanted Aoede to have all her uncles in her life, he invited Percy to stay with us at the end of last year. It was very awkward but I saw that Charlie tried to understand where Percy was coming from and even though their relationship is still a bit shaky, they exchange a few letters per month.

“I...ah, mum! Ah, what did I do?!” Aoede suddenly jumped in the air, her eyes widened in horror, looking at my belly.

“What happened?” Charlie got alarmed.

“Nothing,” I giggled, “the baby just kicked and Aoede felt it.”

“Oh.” Charlie sighed in relief, tightening his arms around me.

“The baby kicked?” Aoede tilted her head and slowly climbed back on my legs.

“Yes. That's what you felt.” I chuckled, finding her reaction amusing.

“I didn't hult you?” She was still in shock.

“No, sweetheart. You did the same when you were in my belly.” I gently grabbed her shoulder and pulled her toward me to give her a hug and calm her down.

“O-okay.” Aoede took a deep breath and buried her head in my shoulder.

“So, if I am not mistaken, it's cuddle day.” Charlie grinned at us, trying to make Aoede forget about the kick.

“Yes!” Aoede exclaimed and carefully climbed off me and jumped to the floor.

“Where are you going?” Charlie asked her as she started walking to the drawer where I had my art supplies.

“I want to look at mum's dlawings.” She explained as she pulled out one of my sketchbooks and walked back to us.

“I thought you'd want to watch cartoons.” Charlie teased her.

“No. Mum and I watched Tom and Jelly befole. I want to do this now.” She lifted her hands in the air for Charlie to help her back on the sofa.

“Do you want to watch a cartoon?” Charlie whispered in my ear.

“Sure.” I smiled at him and gave him the remote.

“Mum, look!” Aoede turned the sketchbook to me. “It's Blue but little!”

The sketchbook was opened on a drawing of a kneazle which I drew the year I came to Romania. Blue was Felix's kneazle and is now living with Andrei. Aoede loves to go there not only to play with the animal but also to spend time with Andrei who she calls her best friend.

The first time Andrei heard her say that he shed a tear and didn't understand what he did to deserve that title but gladly took it. Andrei is the one who first showed Aoede a picture of a unicorn and told her all sorts of stories about his interaction with the creature. Andrei is even better at telling stories than Charlie is so it's no surprise that unicorns are her favorite creatures.

“Yes, that's Blue when he was still a cub.” I thumbed through the book to find the other drawing of him. “See, that's him too.”

“Oh, so pletty. I love Blue, mum.” Aoede was admiring my drawing, her eyes sparkling.

“I know you do, sweetheart.” I watched her trace her little finger over the lines of Blue's ears.

“Mum, can we get a kneazle?” Aoede said more to herself than to me.

“You think you are old enough to take care of a kneazle?” I raised my eyebrows at her.

“Yes! My best fliend showed me how to feed Blue and how to make Blue's ful look pletty and shiny!” Aoede closed the sketchbook, her eyes locking with mine.

“Hmm,” I tapped my chin with my finger, giving the idea some thought. “I love your idea.”

I grinned at her, making her eyes even bigger and if it would be possible sparks would fly out of them.

“But we have to ask dad first.” I pressed my lips together knowing this is going to be very amusing to watch.

“Dad, dad! Mum and I want a kneazle!” Aoede was shaking from excitement.

“What now?” Charlie mumbled, his eyes still on the telly.

“A kneazle, dad! Oh, can we? Please!”

“What about a kneazle, Pumpkin?” Charlie asked absentmindedly.

“We want one!” Aoede started to look annoyed because Charlie still didn't look at her.

“Wait what?” Charlie turned down the volume and looked at his daughter.

“We want a kneazle, dad! We want a kneazle!” Aoede bounced on my legs.

“We?” Charlie cocked an eyebrow, his gaze switching from Aoede to me.

“I said she has to ask you first.” I winked at him.

“Why me? Why do I have to decide?” Charlie narrowed his eyes at me.

“You're the man of the house, aren't you?” I sniggered.

“Right.” Charlie nodded his head, still a bit confused about how we are suddenly discussing having a pet. “Well, what did you say?” He whispered to me.

“I said that I love her idea,” I replied.

“You did?” Charlie tilted his head. “You think she's ready to have a pet?”

“I am!” Aoede crossed her arms on her chest.

“Love, we are 14 days from your due date, we'll be busy with the baby. How are you planning to take care of a kneazle too?”

“You are making some good points, Charles.” I nodded. “However, I think Aoede has enough experience because of Blue to take care of one.”

“She's 3!” Charlie exclaimed.

“So that's a no?” I pouted. “I think that's a no, Aoede.”

“Why!” Aoede whined.

“Wait, how do you think this is a good idea?” Charlie ignored our daughter.

“Well, you know I wanted to get a pet ever since we moved to Romania but then we didn't have the time and now we have a house and you know we will always find an excuse and honestly since we both love animals so much, it's a miracle we don't have a zoo already.”

“Okay, true, but you know that Aoede is too young to take care of it alone and I will be at work so you will have to feed it and everything.” Charlie sighed.

“I am aware of that, Char. But it would also be a good opportunity to teach Aoede to be responsible and I can handle a toddler, a baby, and a kneazle.”

“Daddy, please!” Aoede looked at Charlie with the biggest puppy eyes I have ever seen. “I will help mummy, I plomise. I will feed it evely molning and evely night and I will tlain him to poop and I will give him lots of cuddles!”

“Yeah, there's no doubt about the last one.” Charlie tried not to look at Aoede because he knew he won't be able to resist her looking at him like that.

“Admit it, you want it too.” I nudged him, whispering.

“Of course, I want it.” Charlie ran his hand across his face, still not fully convinced.

“So we ale getting a kneazle?” Aoede gasped.

“Oh, I don't know.” Charlie gave it some thought.

“Please!” Aoede and I said in unison, making puppy eyes at Charlie.

“I swear if our second born has your eyes, you three will be the death of me.” Charlie sighed in defeat.

“I think that's a yes, Aoede.” I giggled and high-fived her.

“Yes!” Aoede thrust her hands in the air, carefully climbed off me, and started dancing around the living room.

“I can't believe I was the one who needed convincing for us to have a pet,” Charlie whispered after a few moments of us giggling and watching out daughter celebrate.

“I know it's kind of an impulsive and an irresponsible decision but I know we can do it and I believe Aoede will take care of it. She loves to help Andrei with Blue and honestly, he has taught her a lot about kneazles.” I defended my decision.

“That's true, she is pretty responsible for her age and I guess it would be a good distraction for her from the baby in case she ought to change her mind.” Charlie scratched the stubble below his chin.

“I mean we kind of owe her for having another baby.” I chuckled.

“Oh, great. So what are we getting her when we're having our third child?” Charlie raised his eyebrows at me, looking amused.

“Let this one be born first, will you?” I laughed.

“I can't wait.” He kissed me first on the nose, then on the lips.

“So, are you really okay with it?” I asked.

“Yeah, why not.” Charlie shrugged. “You tamed a chimera which is supposed to be untamable, how hard can having a kneazle be?”

“I guess we'll find out soon.” I nodded my head at Aoede who was still running around the room shouting that we are getting a kneazle.

Charlie

The morning after we decided to get a kneazle, we visited Andrei to see if he knows anyone who breeds them. Even though my girls convinced me to get one, I still wasn't sure it was a good idea. It wasn't that I didn't want one – in that regard, I thought it was a good idea too – but I was worried for Nova and how she'll be able to handle everything while I'm at work.

The second pregnancy has been draining her and I have no idea how she will be after she gives birth and Aoede is getting more energetic each day and even though I will help her as much as I possibly can, I will have to go to work too and I don't want Nova to be exhausted for the next year because we decided to get a pet.

When we woke up in the morning I told Nova that I will ask Andrei if he thinks it's a good idea and if he reckons we can take care of one with having a baby on the way.

We walked to the Sanctuary – well Aoede ran most of the way because she was too excited – and knocked on Andrei's door when we reached his cottage.

“Aoede! What a pleasant surprise!” Andrei grinned when he saw our little one.

He picked her up and twirled her in the air.

“Andy, Andy, we are getting a kneazle!” Aoede told him the news the second he put her down.

“You are?” He bestowed her with a grin before turning to us. “That's sudden.”

“Yes, very,” I spoke first.

“Charlie thinks it's a bad idea with the baby on the way.” Nova followed.

“I think your timing couldn't be more perfect,” Andrei said casually.

“Really?” Nova and I said together.

“Kneazles are the best pets to the people they can trust and they tend to trust children more. Aoede is great with Blue, he simply adores her meaning she is trustworthy. If a kneazle trusts the whole family then they are better behaved than most cats. All you'll have to do is feed it, comb its fur around 3 times per week and play with it, which I think won't be a problem.” Andrei nodded his head to where Aoede was sitting on the floor, playing with Blue.

“So they aren't too high maintenance?” Charlie wanted to know.

“Not at all. They are a much better first-time pet than crups. They learn faster because they are highly intelligent and they don't have as much energy as crups so they mostly like to cuddle with you.” Andrei continued with a smile on his face.

He then asked us how we came to the idea and Nova explained how Aoede saw Blue in my sketchbook and made him laugh when she told him how they convinced me to get one.

“Why were you against it, Charles? You and Nova have been discussing getting a pet since you moved here.” Andrei teased him.

“That's what I said!” Nova chuckled.

“Well, I was just hesitant with the new baby and I won't be home all the time to help around the house and...” I sighed. “I guess I just got worried.”

“Understandable,” Andrei nodded, “you know you'll get some time off when the baby arrives and in case your kneazle will be too much to handle you can always bring it here.”

“Thank you, Andrei.” His words calmed me down.

“Do you know anyone who breeds them or where we could get one?” I wanted to know.

“Mary would be your best call. She lives in the same village you do and Felix got Blue from her.” Andrei answered my question.

“Wait, you mean Mary Hucklewood? The one that has the drug store?” Nova got excited.

“The very same!” Andrei smiled.

“Oh, that's going to be easy, Char! She's a really sweet lady. I had no idea she's a kneazle breeder.”

“Yeah! Her kneazles won some amazing awards on shows and such. I am sure she'll be able to tell you more!” Andrei looked towards where Aoede was still playing with Blue.

“Did you hear, Pumpkin? We know where to get a kneazle.” I kneeled next to her and rubbed Blue's belly.

“Leally? Can we go now?” Aoede gasped.

“We can't just leave Andrei after being here for 10 minutes.” Nova giggled.

“I would love to come with you if you'll have me. I have to buy some groceries anyway and I haven't seen Mary for a long time.” Andrei said, winking at Aoede.

“See! We can go now! We can go now!” Aoede was jumping up and down.

Without saying another word, we walked to the door and headed back to the village.

“How are you feeling?” I asked Nova as we were walking hand in hand, Andrei, and Aoede right in front of us.

“The walk is doing me good. My feet hurt but I had to move from that sofa eventually.” She said softly. “Not 14 days before your due date.” I tried hiding the concern in my voice. “And I'll massage your feet the second we get home.”

“Thank you, Char.” Nova smiled appreciatively at me before turning to see what made Aoede squeak.

“Mummy, daddy, we're here!” She pointed at the house on our left, hardly containing her excitement.

“Now, Aoede, even if Mary has a kneazle for us to adopt, it doesn't mean we will get it today, okay?” I kneeled next to her.

“I know, dad.” Aoede sighed disappointedly but I knew she understood the situation.

“Go ahead, then. Knock on the door.” Nova nudged her so she got closer.

Aoede took a deep breath and knocked on the door so gently that I was sure the lady inside the house won't be able to hear her.

It was amusing to see Aoede nervous but in a way admiring to watch her in this state because she showed me that despite being so young, this means a lot to her.

“I think we should let Aoede do all the talking so that we see if she is really ready for this,” I whispered to my wife.

“Okay, she seems a bit nervous.” Nova giggled.

“Yeah, she's adorable.” I followed her lead, waiting for someone to get the door.

“Maybe you should knock again, Pumpkin.” I encouraged our daughter when she started to turn around to look at us.

She did as she was told, her knock more determined this time.

“I'm coming, I'm coming! Pretzel, dear, move to the side so I can open the door.” We heard the voice in the house say.

The door creaked opened and a lady in her fifties was standing in the doorway.

“Andrei, Nova! What a pleasant surprise!” The woman grinned at them.

To me, the woman seemed familiar but Nova usually paid more attention to people than I did because she reckoned that we should know the people who live around us in case there would be any spies – that was back when we were at war.

“Hi, Mary! Long time no see!” Andrei waved at the woman.

“And you must be Nova's husband Charlie and I bet this little cutie is Aoede.” She locked eyes with me and smiled before bending down to shake Aoede's hand.

“That is me!” Aoede beamed. “Maly, this is my best fliend Andy and my mummy and daddy and we ale hele because you gave Blue to Andy and mummy and I want a kneazle. See, daddy isn't sule but he said that we can have one if we will take cale of it and I plomise, I plomise Maly that I will take the best cale of my kneazle. Blue leally likes me!”

Nova and I chuckled at Aoede's enthusiasm, Mary however looked surprised.

“You sure know how to make a good first impression, Aoede,” Mary said after waiting for a moment longer if Aoede is done talking.

“And all that she said is true, she is amazing with Blue and he adores her.” Andrei supported Aoede's statement.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” Mary nodded toward Aoede who was petting one of Mary's kneazles. “Pretzel doesn't trust a lot of people and he has certainly never let anyone touch him the first time he meets them, so your daughter is really good with animals.”

I blinked a few times before exchanging a look with Nova – getting all teary-eyed and proud of my daughter. From the looks of it, Nova wasn't doing any better, as she sniffed and couldn't stop smiling.

“Unfortunately, you would have to wait until the next year. I have given away the good kneazles from my last litter a few weeks ago so I am afraid you are too late.” Mary bowed her head, sadly. “Kneazles breed only once per year, if they do, so it's hard to say.”

“Oh,” Aoede tried her hardest not to sound disappointed even though I could see her eyes filling with tears.

“What did you mean with the good kneazles?” I asked.

“The ones that are suitable for shows and further breeding,” Mary explained.

“We would have it as a pet and we are not looking to breed kneazles.” Nova's voice turned cheerful.

“Well,” Mary put her hands on her hips, “there is one then. I was planning to keep him for myself but if he'd like you I would gladly give him to you.”

She invited us inside and we followed her upstairs.

“What's wrong with him?” Nova wanted to know.

“He is completely healthy and loves to eat,” Mary laughed, “but there was an accident when the litter was a few weeks old.”

“What happened?” Aoede got curious.

“He was trying to make friends with my Venomous Tentacula.”

Mary opened the door and motioned with her hand that we should come inside.

“Hi, sweetness, I brought you some company,” Mary said in a baby voice.

The room was full of kneazle equipment and the kneazle Mary addressed was the only one inside. He was orange with brown spots and the only thing I could see being wrong with him was the tipped left ear.

Andrei, Nova, and I stood in the doorway while Nova encouraged Aoede to enter the room. She made a cautious step toward Mary, fidgeting with her fingers.

“Go on, he's friendly.” Mary smiled at Aoede.

Aoede took a deep breath and sat down. Nova's eyebrows raised, while Andrei and I exchanged a look.

Aoede didn't move nor called the kneazle, she waited patiently for him to come to her. Since kneazles are big on trust this was a smart move and it blew me away that my three-year-old knew what to do.

The kneazle tilted its head to the side and observed Aoede as if she was the only one in the room. He looked very playful and after a few moments approached Aoede carefully. He sat down right in front of her and tilted his head again.

I have never seen my daughter sit so still. She was always running around or talking to us or drawing on my arm or making ponytails on my head or painting my nails. The only time she didn't move was when she was sleeping and even then we sometimes found her on the other side of the bed compared to where she fell asleep.

I can't find the words to express how proud I was of her at that moment and I felt like crying and hugging her and telling her that she's the best but I had to be patient like she was with the kneazle and do that later. If nothing else her behavior proved to me that she was ready to have a pet.

The kneazle took another step forward and extended his paw toward Aoede. She carefully moved her right arm and placed her hand over his paw. The creature purred and jumped in Aoede's arms.

“Oh, how wonderful!” Mary clapped excitedly.

Andrei looked almost as proud as I did and I caught myself observing the scene with my mouth open.

“Yeah...wonderful.” I turned to Nova who was sobbing and brushing away her tears.

“Oh, you ale so pletty! Look at youl ful and colols and oh,” Aoede gasped, “look at youl eal!”

“That's Tentacula's work.” Mary shook her head.

“He is pelfect!” Aoede turned around to see our reaction.

“I think he likes you, Pumpkin.” I sent her a wink.

“Mhm,” Nova mumbled, looking ever so proud.

“He's all yours, Aoede.” Mary walked to her and put her hand on her shoulder.

“I have to ask mummy and daddy filst.” Aoede gently hugged the kneazle and placed him on the ground so she could stand up.

“Can we have him, dad?” Aoede stopped in front of me, looking up and waiting for my answer.

I turned my head to Nova to see what she has to say about it. She nodded her head slightly and I bent down to our daughter.

“We can have him.”

“What is his name?” Aoede asked all of a sudden as if she has just remembered she doesn't know his name yet.

“I didn't name him for some reason. I just kept calling him sweetness, so the honor is all yours.” Mary smiled at her.

“Oh!” Aoede's eyes sparkled as she was thinking of the name. “Tigel!”

“Tiger?” Nova, Andrei, and I said at the same time.

“Tigel,” Aoede repeated.

“You're going to name a creature after another creature?” I raised my eyebrow.

“You're the one to talk!” Nova laughed. “Have you forgotten that you named an abraxan at my aunt's Dragon?” She nudged me with her elbow.

“Touché. I completely forgot about that.” I felt the heat on my cheeks as I scratched the back of my head.

—

“Another thing she has after you.” Nova giggled.

“And what's that?” I put my arm around her waist as we walked toward our house.

Andrei was helping Aoede carry Tiger and all the supplies Mary gave us for him.

“She is as bad at naming creatures as you are.” Nova pressed more into me, while I just playfully rolled my eyes.

I didn't care what she named him. Aoede had many moments so far that made me a proud father but her interaction with the kneazle beat all of those moments' arses by far and even though she probably got her intuition for animals from Nova, I was happy that she got the creature-naming after me – even though, I had to agree, not the best trait to inherit.

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