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captainsophiestark · 12 days ago

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Can You Feel The Magic In The Air?

Percy Weasley x Reader

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Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Percy and his SO are driving themselves crazy studying for N.E.W.T.s, until they both decide they need some rest. Instead of sleep, though, they decide to take a moment to enjoy their last week at Hogwarts together.

Word Count: 1,775

Category: Fluff

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I groaned, giving up halfway through reading the practice test question and face-planting on my book instead. The thud echoed through the otherwise silent library. This was my last weekend at Hogwarts before graduation, and I was spending it tearing my hair out studying for the second week of N.E.W.T.s, which would be starting tomorrow morning.

The first week had left me exhausted, both mentally and physically. The rest of the school and I had spent most of this weekend in between testing doing more studying, which hadn't helped much with the exhaustion. Making it through another week of tests was going to require a small miracle.

On the bright side, I wasn't going through it alone. Every other 7th year in the school was in the same boat as me, and none quite so stressed and determined to do well as my boyfriend, Percy Weasley. The two of us had been each other's main support system for a lot longer than just this year's N.E.W.T.s, but that support was being taken to a whole new level with this past week and next.

Almost on cue, I felt a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me. I just groaned, not even bothering to try to lift my head off my book.

"Darling. Are you... alright?"

Percy's voice was thick, like he'd just woken up himself. I groaned again, but shifted enough that I could actually look at my boyfriend.

"I... literally don't think I can do this anymore. I'm going crazy."

Percy took a deep breath, nodding as he let it out.

"As important as it is for us to study, at this point, it might be better for us to get a bit of sleep."

I hummed, turning the idea over in my mind. The sun had just set, so it wasn't a horribly unreasonable time to go to bed. But all I'd been doing for the past month was sleeping, eating, and studying. And the thought of continuing that routine tonight, tomorrow, and for another week with no variation was almost to much to handle.

I looked back at Percy, who was paler than usual and looked to be as much in need of a break as I was.

"Or..."

"...Or?"

"I want a break, Percy, but I also want to enjoy my last week at Hogwarts. It's our final year! I want to spend it outside of this library, outside of these stacks of books, with you. I know we're both exhausted, but... let's do something fun. Just take a little bit of a break, ignore all this stress for once in our lives, and take a moment to enjoy this last week before we graduate and move on to the next part of our lives."

The corner of Percy's mouth twitched into a half-smile. He shook his head, but then, he closed the book in front of him and looked back at me, this time with a full smile.

"You know, this might be the sleep deprivation talking, but... let's do it. Let's take a break and do something together with our last week at Hogwarts."

I grinned. Maybe Percy was right, maybe it was the exhaustion talking, but for the first time in my life as we left the books behind in the library, I didn't have the little voice in the back of my head trying to remind me of all the upcoming tests I needed to study for. Instead, I was completely focused on Percy as he took my hand and we ran through the castle together.

"Where are we going?" huffed Percy as we picked up speed. I barely managed to stifle a laugh as I tugged him after me, down a set of stairs before they could move and throw us off course. It wasn't quite curfew yet, but even if it was after curfew, Percy was Head Boy and I was a prefect, so we were technically allowed to be out of bed.

"I'm not totally sure!" I replied, a breathy laugh escaping me as I made a last-second turn I hadn't been planning on.

Percy copied my laugh, then stopped short with a little gasp. He pulled on my hand to get me to stop with him, then looked at me with wide eyes, like he'd just been struck by lightning.

"I have an idea."

I raised my eyebrows, but Percy just grinned before taking off in the opposite direction, pulling me with him.

Neither of us had really ever done anything like this before, and honestly, it was a little bit freeing. An unexpected side effect of the exhaustion was less of the impulse control that usually kept me from following random, wild ideas and it was kind of nice.

I followed Percy through the halls of the castle until we ended up down by the entrance to the Hufflepuff Common Room. I raised an eyebrow at Percy as he finally stopped before a painting of a bunch of fruit.

"I... thought we could get some of our favorite foods from the kitchens," he said, dropping my hand to rub at the back of his neck. "I've heard my brothers talking about doing it, and I thought it could be a fun part of taking a break..."

"I think that's a great idea, Perce," I said with a smile. I turned back to the portrait and put my hands on my hips. "Do you... know how to get into the kitchens?"

"I do!" he said, puffing out his chest and grinning. He reached forward and touched the pear in the painting. It gave a little laugh, like it'd been tickled, and then the wall swung open to reveal the kitchens.

"Well, at least all that time you spend trying to keep your brothers on the rails has paid off a bit!" I said. Percy just shook his head, still smiling as we headed into the kitchen together.

We were met immediately with a whole host of house elves, smiling at us like we were long-expected guests. I don't know that either Percy or I had been planning to steal food from the kitchens, but whatever we'd been expecting to have to do ended up being unnecessary. The house elves loaded us up with all our favorite foods, almost before we'd been able to get a word out.

Barely ten minutes after entering the kitchens, Percy and I were leaving with our arms loaded with our favorite snacks and waves to the house elves as we stepped back into one of the main corridors of the castle.

"That was... much easier than I was expecting it to be," said Percy. I laughed.

"No kidding. I think your brothers oversold how hard that was going to be."

Percy nodded. "They most certainly did. Now all we have to do is find someplace to enjoy all of this."

I paused for a minute, mentally running through a list of semi-private locations in the castle. Our dorms were out and so was the Gryffindor Common Room. The library wasn't going to be an option for a thousand reasons, especially since it was officially after curfew. Even as Head Boy and a Prefect, it would probably be better if none of the teachers found us wandering around with armfuls of snacks.

After another moment's consideration, the perfect answer came to me in a stroke of absolute genius.

"...I have an idea."

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Percy and I made our way back through the castle and up to the Astronomy Tower. We'd be here for a test next week, but without a professor or any of the usual class equipment, it was actually pretty nice.

"C'mon," I said, pulling Percy with me to one of the windows looking out over the grounds. "We're in the astronomy tower, we ought to look at the stars."

We sat shoulder to shoulder together in the window well, the cool night air washing over us as our feet dangled over the edge of the tower. The railing was at the perfect height for us to lean against, keeping us safe while we could still feel freer than I'd ever felt behind all my stacks of books in the library.

We stayed up there for a long time, taking turns pointing out constellations. Once we ran out of constellations we knew, we started making them up. The two of us leaned against each other, heads together and rare stress-free smiles on our faces.

After a while, Percy turned to me, smile still in place. He had a warm glow about him that I didn't get to see very often in the midst of school-induced stress, which for the two of us, was almost all the time. I smiled back at him, feeling that same warm glow in my chest.

"You look amazing, love. You're... the most beautiful person I've ever met. I'm so lucky to be with you."

I laughed, waving Percy off as I leaned into his side.

"I look like an exhausted mess and I know it, Percy. But I appreciate you saying I look nice, anyway."

Percy shook his head and sat up, forcing me to do the same. He brought his hand up to my chin, gently tilting my head up until I met his eyes.

"You look gorgeous," he said, voice absolutely serious. "Absolutely gorgeous."

I smiled, and this time, a happy laugh bubbled out of me. I leaned in closer to Percy, and he immediately got the message. His lips met mine and fireworks exploded in my chest. I loved Percy so, so much. Neither of us had had the other on our bulleted plans for the end of our time at Hogwarts that would launch us forward into our careers afterwards, but damn if he hadn't been the best part of all of it so far.

We stayed up in the Astronomy Tower for a little while longer, wrapped up in each other, but eventually the night had to end. We wandered back to Gryffindor Tower, arms around each other and perfectly calm and at peace. Not a single problem or fact from studying even floated across my mind as the two of us paused in the common room together, just long enough to say goodnight.

When I checked the clock, I realized we'd actually only left the library about an hour ago. But with Percy, when the two of us were just enjoying our time together, an hour felt like a much better part of a lifetime.

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ffangirlingsince2001 · 1 year ago

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The Great Upheaval of Percy Weasley: Avoidance

Percy Weasley x OC

Description: Percy Weasley has been avoiding her and that will certainly not do.

Percy had been acting weird, not normal Percy weird, more like nervous schoolboy weird. And while Percy behaving strangely wouldn’t have worried Elle any other year, this year it was getting in her way. He was supposed to be her distraction, instead he was avoiding her. She was sure he couldn’t still be annoyed about her disappearing a few days ago. His kiss was enough to prove that. Yet, since then he hadn’t said a word, and ignored her invitations. She yanked her jumper over her head so hard it ripped. It was all she could do not to scream.

As she changed one black jumper to the next, she glanced out the window at the pouring rain. It was only one more thing to glare about. First Quidditch match of the year and she was going to be working in the rain, without warm lips to come back to.

“Hurry up, I want a good seat,” Dinah called.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Elle responded stepping out of the bathroom and grabbing her slicker.

“Wow, that’s some incredible house spirit,” Dinah said, noting her black jumper.

“I’m neutral.”

“Sure, until we win and then you drink like the rest of us.”

“Details, details.”

“Just make sure you take care of our team faster than theirs. I have a bet with Quinn, and I do not have the funds for a loss.” Elle rolled her eyes; this was the same conversation they had before every Quidditch match since Elle had started working for Madam Pomfrey in her fourth year.

“Do you want me to promise and lie, or just stay quiet.” Dinah only smacked her with her umbrella in response. “What’s the bet today?”

“Hufflepuff wins due to Gryffindor losing its seeker to an unforeseen injury.”

“You really have to stop betting on details and stick to just the winner.”

“Harry hasn’t been injured for ages.”

“Have you seen the weather; you could be injured in that storm.”

“It’s not that bad,” Dinah says as they pushed the door open, stepping into the torrent outside. The heavy oak pushed them back as the rain instantly soaked them.

“You were saying?” Elle yelled over the wind.

“Shut up,” Dinah yelled back, ducking her head as they marched towards the Quidditch pitch. They were halfway to the pitch when Elle realized she had left her wand sitting on the windowsill by her bed.

“Fuck, I forgot my wand,” she yelled.

“What?”

“I forgot my wand,” she yelled again, making a motion with her hand. “I’ll see you after the game.” Dinah waved her away as she continued her trek towards the pitch. Elle turned and ran back towards the castle, the wind pushing against her back all the way. She yanked open the doors and smacked right into the boy who had been avoiding her. His eyes widened and she accidentally glared.

“Elle-.”

“Move it Weasley, I’m on a deadline.”

“Wait-.”

“No, you’ll have to wait, I forgot my wand,” she growled pushing past him.

“Accio wand,” he announced, “Now, do you have a moment?” She whipped around. He’d been avoiding her, and now he had time to talk.

“Listen here, Percy Weasley, I don’t know who you think you are but-.” And then he was kissing her, right in the middle of the corridor, as if he didn’t give a damn about who came around the corner. She yanked herself away despite not wanting to.

“I’m sorry, they’ve got me following Potter. I haven’t been able to get away,” he said, catching her wand before handing it to her. She licked her teeth and glanced over her shoulder for anyone who might be watching, and then grabbed him by the tie kissing him again. When she pulled away, they were both grinning.

“Restricted section, after the game?” He kissed her again and she took that as a resounding yes. He pushed open the door for her and they both stepped back into the pouring rain that didn’t seem as cold as it did before.

When they reached the pitch, they waved their goodbyes and she slipped into the locker room, searching for Wood. She passed the girls changing and marched into the boy’s locker room.

“Wood!” she hollered, peaking around corners. She ran into the twins who both grinned but pointed her in the right direction without a suggestive comment from either, it seemed they remembered her threat from the last time they had crossed paths. “Wood.”

“Jesus Elle, you’re not supposed to be in here.”

“Oh shove it, I’m here to warn you.”

“About what?” he asked with a cocky grin and she slugged him in the arm.

“Listen, I know you like to take risks, don’t, not with the way it looks out there today.”

“Elle-.”

“Don’t argue with me. Just know there are two ways to fix broken bones, easy ways and hard ways, don’t make it the hard way.”

“You really know how write pep talk.”

“Shut up and win.” With that she walked out, noting Harry as she went and praying that Dinah would be winning money her bet today. She walked onto the pitch and winced at the spray of rain before finding Poppy in the medical tent.

“They shouldn’t be playing today,” the nurse fussed, and Elle nodded, glancing up at the sky.

“I couldn’t agree more.” She prepped everything they might need and sat at the edge of the tent, just out of reach of the rain. As she waited for the players to enter the arena she searched for Percy among the crowds. It wasn’t until Hufflepuff stepped out that she found his ginger curls whipping around in the wind, but she didn’t have long to stare before Madam Hooch tossed the quaffle into the air and the game began.

For being the worst weather she had ever seen, the first half of the game was without much injury. It seemed Wood had headed her warning (there was a first for everything). It wasn’t until the end of Katie Bell’s broom was struck with lightning that Elle was forced to make her way onto the field. She quickly put out the fire and checked the chaser over.

“All clear,” she yelled over the wind and then Katie was gone, back into the downpour the moment she was cleared. Elle returned to the tent only to run back out a few moments later as one of the Hufflepuff beaters was struck by lightning and came crashing down.

He wasn’t getting back on his broom anytime soon. She dragged him and his broom through the mud towards the tent and then levitated him onto a stretcher. She poured a thick white mixture into a cup and tipped it against his lips. Even through unconsciousness his nose scrunched at the smell, but she tipped his head back and poured it down his throat anyway. She was checking him over when she heard the gasps from outside.

She rushed into the rain just in time to see Harry hit the ground and Hufflepuff win the game. It seemed Quinn was going to be making her money today.

She dropped to her knees and checked for a pulse, shocked to find how cold he was. No bones seemed to be broken and he had only suffered from a few minor scrapes and bruises.

“Poppy,” she hollered over the rain, “Bring the stretcher.” She raised the boy onto the stretcher and glanced wearily around at the students watching her. She yanked her attention away from them and back to Harry. “We need to get him warm, but other that he should be fine. Someone stopped him from hitting the ground hard enough for it to cause any damage.” Poppy nodded as she levitated the stretcher towards the castle. Elle rushed back inside and waited for the rest of the teams to wander through for their checks.

No one seemed particularly cheerful as they wandered through her tent. Whether that was the loss or the dementors she couldn’t be sure, but from the gloomy looks on the Hufflepuff team’s faces she guessed the latter. Everyone seemed to be fine but she asked Katie to stop by the Hospital Wing for a quick check up, just to make sure, and then levitated the Hufflepuff boy back to the castle.

Both teams had beat her back, and the Hufflepuffs were waiting patiently for their teammate.

“He should be awake in a few minutes,” she assured them before finding Poppy. The nurse sent her away, assuring her that there was nothing more she could do. She checked just to make sure, but Poppy had no problem swatting her away from patients either. She grinned and turned, doing her best not to sprint out of the Hospital Wing and towards the Restricted Section. However, she was intercepted on her way by a pair of cold hands and warm lips.

“I thought we agreed the Restricted Section?”

“Too far,” he murmured against her lips, locking the door behind him before pushing her against it. “How long will he be in the Hospital Wing?”

“A couple more hours at least.”

“Perfect,” he said before pulling her close again. He was almost as famished as she was as he hoisted her up and set her on a desk. His hands slipped beneath her jumper and she jumped at the cold tips of his fingers. “Are you okay?”

“Your hands are just cold,” she laughed grabbing his hands in hers and blowing softy. She could feel him shiver against her breath. She glanced up to meet his eyes before dropping his hands to cup his face before kissing him again. Warmer hands dropped back to the hem of her jumper before finding her skin once more. This time, instead of jumping away, she leaned in closer, relishing the feeling of his fingers creeping along the dips of her stomach. He peeled off her jumper and goosebumps followed his touch to the band of her bra.

She tilted her head as his lips found her neck and tugged on his curls, still damp from the rain. She was vaguely aware of his fingers tracing the band around to the clasp. He fumbled with it before giving up and simply resting his hand beneath the fabric. His other hand found her thigh, pulling it up against his waist. The denim stretched against the apex of her thighs as he pulled her closer.

“Elle,” he whispered against her skin and she pushed him away only to pull his lips to hers.

“Never again Percy Weasley, you hear me?” she asked against his lips, but he only cocked his hand in confusion. He pulled his hands away, as if he had done something wrong, but she caught him before he could fully retreat. “Never again will you ditch me like that,” she said before kissing him again. She pulled away once more to study his face, “Do you understand me?”

“Crystal clear.”

Excellent,” she laughed, emphasizing her pleasure with a harsh kiss to his jaw. She traced her thumb over the spot where she had kissed him moments before. “Excellent,” she repeated.

“You’re excellent, and trust me, if I’m stupid enough to disappear again I will cast the curse for you.” She grinned and wrapped her legs around his waist, yanking him closer. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she breathed him in, drowning in the euphoria of warm lips while thunder crashed around them.

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aceofsages · 1 year ago

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in my percy weasley era

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percydarling · 2 years ago

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My Pride and Joy

Chapter 1 : Percy

It was the end of a decade / But the start of an age

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He’s glad he has an apartment to go to at this moment in time. That somehow he foresaw that something would happen, the event that would drive him out of the Burrow, in need of another shelter.

He didn’t realise that the event would be an argument with his father.

He had expected an argument with his Mum or the twins or Ron but never in a million years would he imagined that it would be Dad, Dad who never raised his voice, who left Mum to deal out the punishments, who never had a problem with him.

Percy was flabbergasted.

He let himself inside the apartment, the walls not white, but blue, dark blue and a comfortable couch he could sink into. Of course he hadn't selected a plain white apartment, something he was sure his siblings thought boring Percy would do - select an apartment that lack color and be as boring as he was. No, he had selected an apartment with is favorite color and had decorated it as such, a bookshelf full of Muggle and magic books and a great deal of furniture from chairs to tables to lamps and whatnot. He had even put up photographs!

He charmed the door shut and fell onto the couch, drained and miserable.

The words stung.

Every word that came out of his father’s mouth seemed to taunt him starting from the implied accusation of Percy being a spy to Percy being arrogant and proud. He had not entertained the possibility that his father would be anything but happy that he had secured a position in the volatile Ministry of Magic. After that previous mishap...

Percy will be the first person to admit that he was prideful, that yes he had a bit of pride in his work, he delivered what was required and more, he did what he could to improve and worked towards a goal that wasn’t impossible.

But being proud was not a bad thing, wanting better for yourself is not a bad thing.

All his life, all he wanted was respect, a decent life with no monetary problems, no more clothes with holes in them, no more murmurs of the Weasleys being poor and pitiful looks his way.

He wanted to live, just live a good life.

He hadn’t wanted to be famous or rich, he just wanted a bit of respect and admiration. Was that too much to ask for?

How could he have that, someone else’s respect when his own family didn’t respect him? When even they think that he’s some monster or a fool or a prat. Someone who didn't belong to their home?

Percy drags himself out of the couch, striding towards the kitchen. He needed a drink, a strong one. Percy wasn’t a drinker (that was Charlie) but the occasion of calling his father a “good for nothing pauper” deserved a stiff glass of his best Firewhiskey.

With his wand, he summoned a glass. Looked at it and then returned it back to its place grabbing the entire bottle. Forget a glass, this occassion required the entire bloody bottle.

He wants to forget everything, he wants to go back home, he wants to keep his pride, he wants his Mum, he wants to apologise, he wants to giht even more, he wants everything and nothing.

He knows there’s a bit of truth in his words - no, not the insults he hurled - but about the money situation and if only his father had dared to do better, earn more to feed a family of nine. If only he had thought - “Hmm I have seven children to feed and they require supplies, maybe I should ask for a raise or promotion?”

Percy’s still bitter about it, he’s allowed to be. He couldn’t even work in the Ministry without someone remarking about him being one of Arthur’s sons and the state of their family. The taunts, the insults about the red hair and the freckles.

Which is why he had ensured that he wore the best quality Ministry robes, money could buy - at least they couldn’t comment about their clothes being hand-me-downs.

(Not that it mattered, he's already earned a reputation by not noticing that his boss wasn't really his boss)

He doesn’t know if the fight was about Harry and Dumbledore or the fact that they were poor or that no one in the family respected Percy. Maybe a mixture of them all.

His parents believing Dumbledore was something he should have known, after all the horror Ron and Ginny had gone through, they still believed he would protect them. That wizard would sacrifice them if it assisted his agenda. He couldn’t care less about them, about his students and Cedric died, under his watch!

He had known Cedric, a nice kind boy who could go places but he couldn’t because he was dead.

Percy takes a gulp of the drink, letting the bitter taste overwhelm him as his thoughts of Cedric fade away. Cedric wasn’t his friend, but he was someone Percy knew, someone Percy respected and it doesn’t get better than that.

He had attended the funeral, something Harry oh our saviour Potter hadn’t managed to do. Cedric’s parents were grief-stricken and it struck Percy how uncanny it was that they were burying their son who hadn’t even graduated.

For some reason, he had thought about Ron, if he would even graduate or even be alive to graduate because if he kept being best mates with Harry...it's bound to get him killed. He hated the fact that he had such a thought.

He had offered his condolences to Amos Diggory, Cedric’s father who had looked him in the eye with such defeat, it had moved Percy.

"You don't deserve this, he didn't deserve this", Percy had stated, he doesn't know why because the words are worthless.

"No he didn't", Amos replied looking at his son's coffin, " he really didn't".

Percy took a deep breath as he drank again.

His fight with his family was unavoidable, he knew it was going to happen. The way they treated him.. it hurt. He didn’t deserve it, he knew his self-worth, even after years of tearing him down, he knew he deserved better than this, than whatever this toxic relationship with his family was.

Maybe that’s why Bill and Charlie ran away.

He still remembers the way Mum looked, when Charlie said he was shifting to Romania, to work with dragons (the scariest creatures). Mum's face had turned red as she argued with him about the cost, the danger of it all, the risk and the farness of it all.

Charlie had left anyway, leaving Mum crying and disappointed, instead weaponising that anger into caring for her other children still with her.

A naive Percy had promised that he would never hurt her the way Bill and Charlie had done. And he hadn't.

He had hurt Dad instead.

They've hurt him too, he doesn't know how oblivious they are and can be to his situation. Did they really not realise that their words have consequences on his mental health? Do they think calling him prat daily, was simply a nuisance to him and not one more reason to add to the list that his family hates him with a burning passion? It's almost laughable how they believe him to be the fool when they're the ones who fool themselves into thinking that it's Percy, he doesn't care, we can say hurtful stuff about him to anyone and everyone!

They made fun of him polishing his badge fifty times.

They didn’t know he had scrubbed the blood from the safehouse a hundred times and it still shone red.

They made fun of his large vocabulary and proper speaking skills.

They didn’t know Aunt Muriel had slapped him every time he wrote or pronounced a word wrong.

They made fun of him being an ardent follower of rules.

They don’t know that breaking one of the safehouse’s rules had almost led to his demise.

They didn’t know and he hoped they never would. It’s not something he’s willing to share because the way they think of him, they’d probably say he deserved it.

People would look at him, aghast that he would say something like that about his family, that he’s overreacting and they’re his family and they love him.

But if Ron can call him a Slytherin traitor in front of his friends and the twins can lock him in a pyramid in a foreign country and Ginny can betray his secret to her brothers letting them tease him about Penelope and Father could laugh along with everyone at his expense, then saying that he deserved awful things is the least harmful thing they’ve said to him, his whole life.

He still can’t believe it was his father who verbally abused him. His Dad and him were cordial, he would say, it wasn't as if Percy didn't love his dad, of course he did! But with Mum, Percy was different more closer to her and that's to be expected, his father isn't even home half of the time and by the time Percy had met his father, he was six and a Mummy's boy as they say.

It's not his fault that he was fighting in the war and before he was born, his father had spent time bonding with Bill and Charlie so they had a close bond and by the time the war ended, there were the twins and Ron who had required fatherly love.

Really, Percy was perfectly fine with his relationship with his father, it wasn't close but it wasn't far enough to make him a stranger.. although today's event might just really make them strangers who had known each other for some time.

Percy shakes his head, he stops drinking and throws the empty bottle in the wastebasket as he makes his way to the bedroom.

All he’s ever wanted was to feel safe and ensure his family was safe. Being raised during a war does that to you, that a normal life without fear is a gift and it is.

It’s dark. He hadn't realised how late it was at night, everything and everyone silent and peaceful. He pulls the curtains together, making the room even darker as he charms his door shut letting his wand rest on the table beside him as he lies down on the bed.

Somehow he’s failed at everything, his family, his friends and himself but not his career, not yet. He’s not planning to.

He thinks about today and he realises he’s not felt this good in years, letting all that anger out of his system (though a bit unfair to his father) had done him good.

He feels free.

And in a long time, Percy doesn’t have nightmares, doesn’t keep awake wondering when it will be dawn, instead Percy sleeps peacefully, in this new home.

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missdblack22 · 2 months ago

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Nuevo capítulo de mi fic Vivencias.

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Percy Weasley, Penelope Clearwater y Oliver Wood van a una hamburguesería a pasar el rato y ponerse al día después de graduarse y tener cada uno un trabajo.

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New chapter of my fic Experiences.

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Percy Weasley, Penelope Clearwater and Oliver Wood go to a burger restaurant to hang out and catch up after they graduate and each have a job.

Characters: Percy Weasley, Oliver Wood, Penelope Clearwater

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jabean-fanfiction · 2 years ago

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Does anyone have any Percy Weasley-centric fics that they’d recommend? I usually prefer something multi-chapter that’s on the longer side, but other than that have no other preferences.

#percy weasley #percy weasley fanfic #looking for fic recommendations #harry potter fanfiction

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percyweas1ey · 2 years ago

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Coming back to tumblr after forever so I thought screw it, I’ll make a new blog (and like eventually RT over a load of stuff from my old main and tag that as well)

Anyway my introduction to Percy Weasleyblr is this snippet from my Trans Percy WIP

His first day back home, Percy had spent an unusual amount of time sat in front of the small mirror besides his desk, staring into it examining himself. He’s started to let his hair grow longer at the end of the school year, watching as his thick red curls begin to tickle his cheekbones, a small feeling of warmth beginning to bloom in his chest as it slowly grown inch by inch. Knowing what his Mother would say, he’d caved and cut it back to his usual length at the end of the year out of cowardice. The same could be said for the chipped remains of red nail polish, nearly entirely gone except for small patches at the base of his nail bed. Penelope had painted them for him, quiet whispers in an abandoned classroom agreeing that he could make feigned arguments of house pride if questioned. Penelope always helped to solve things like this. She was the only person in Percy’s life who truly saw him for who he was, even when that scared him.

There’d been many conversations like that, conspiratorial whispers engaged out of fear, his fear, that some suspecting person was sat on the other side of the door, waiting to burst through with a cry of “Aha!” Should Percy say too much, say the things that he refused to admit even to himself. Penelope had whispered back to him without any of the judgement he reserved for himself.

Trans Percy is unapologetically one of my fav headcanons but there’s so little content (and even less that’s quality) thanks to the chronic under appreciation of my fav so be the change etc etc

#percy weasley #trans percy weasley #harry potter #penelope clearwater #hp #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #Harry Potter fanfic #percy weasley fanfic #hp drabble #hp headcanon #harry potter headcanon #weasley family #weasley family fanfic #weasley fanfic #Weasley headcanon #percy weasley headcanon

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amethyst-writer · 2 years ago

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: George Weasley & Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley & Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley & George Weasley & Percy Weasley, Percy Weasley & Weasley Family Characters: Percy Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Oliver Wood, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger Additional Tags: Percy Weasley-centric, Percy Weasley Needs a Hug, George Weasley Needs a Hug, Protective Ron Weasley, Brothers, Angst, Post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Sad Percy Weasley, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Protective George Weasley, Percy Weasley Redemption, The Weasley's are trying their best but aren't doing so well in terms of parenting in this fic, Fred Weasley Dies, Post-Canon, Mental Health Issues, Hurt Percy Weasley, Depression, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Ah yes the age old trope where George blames Percy for Fred's Death, Every fic with that trope is incredible Summary:

“Leave me alone,” George ground out. “Better yet, just get out of our lives! We didn’t need you back then and we certainly don’t need you now.” He finally lets the spoon clatter onto the table. The noise rang harshly in Percy’s head. He tried to focus on that, instead of everything his brother was yelling. “Pack your shit and get out, Percy.” ------- Even though Percy felt the gaze of several Weasley’s burning a hole into his back when he walked out the door with his suitcase, he didn't turn around. Percy would prefer to pretend that they’ll miss him. Just for a moment. Even if he knew, in the end, none of them will.

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that-one-weird-fangirl2020 · 2 years ago

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Percy Weasley Fanfic!

Hello people of Tumblr! My lovely friend over on Wattpad has written a Percy Weasley fanfic and it desperately needs love. It's called 'Mischief Managed'. It's a completed fic with 57 parts! She an amazing writer! She has no idea I am even promoting her fic, so it would be a lovely surprise for her.

Here is the link!

#harry potter #wizarding world #percy weasley #percy weasley x oc #percy weasley fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #the golden trio #Weasley twins #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy

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mssorceressupreme · 18 days ago

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Take Care of You | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: you wake up realising you’ve stained your boyfriend’s bed with period blood, and you feel terrible. later, while playing a friendly quidditch game, you get deadly cramps again and fred takes care of you for the rest of the day.

Warnings/content: reader gets her period, mentions of blood, pimples (lmao), insecure!reader, period cramps, fluff, fred weasley is THE standard :,), molly and arthur being the sweetest gems

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The Burrow was quiet in the early morning, the golden glow of the sun barely peeking through the curtains of Fred's bedroom. The soft rise and fall of his breathing filled the room, his arms wrapped securely around you as you lay nestled against him. His warmth, his scent—fresh, like cinnamon and a hint of something mischievously sweet—made you want to stay here forever.

However, during this particular morning, something felt...off.

You shifted slightly, your brows knitting as you became aware of a slight discomfort in your lower abdomen. Your face scrunched up in confusion, and as you moved your hand to touch your face, you felt a few bumps along your skin—pimples, no doubt. Great. Just what you needed.

Then, you felt it. The damp warmth between your legs. A sinking feeling settled in your stomach. Panic shot through you as you carefully lifted the covers, heart pounding as you caught sight of the undeniable red stain on Fred’s bedsheets.

Oh no.

Your breath hitched, eyes widening in sheer mortification. Not only had you woken up to pimples, but you had gotten your period in your boyfriend’s bed.

Your boyfriend’s bed. Sure, if it was your own bed, you didn't mind, as it would be your problem to deal with. This, however, was an entirely different case. Godric, you wanted to hide, to run away, to retreat into your shell.

The urge to disappear entirely took over as your face burned with embarrassment. What were you supposed to do? Wake him up and tell him you’d basically bled all over his sheets? You felt a lump in your throat and your vision became teary. Especially with pimples all over your face now, what would Fred think? Would he get grossed out, horrified, disgusted?

Maybe if you were really quiet, you could sneak out and fix it before he even noticed—

Time seemed to slip from your hands when all the shifting you did stirred Fred from his sleep. Shit, it was too late to move.

He groaned softly before his arms instinctively tightened around your waist, pulling you back against him with a lazy smile.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. He pressed a sleepy kiss to your cheek before pausing, sensing the tension in your body. His brows furrowed, and he blinked, still groggy. “You alright, darling? You seem a little tense.”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “Fred, I—” Your voice was small, laced with hesitation. You inhaled deeply before revealing your dilemma, “I got my period.”

Fred blinked, confused for a second, before his lips curled into a small, lopsided smile. “Alright, love, no need to sound so distressed about it.”

You groaned again, this time with frustration. “No, you don’t understand,” you mumbled. “I stained your bed.”

With a deep breath, you lifted up the duvet and hesitantly pointed at the small red patch on the sheets. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you dared to glance at his face, bracing yourself for—well, you didn’t know what exactly. Disgust? Annoyance? Irritation? But instead, all you found was Fred sitting up, stretching before looking at the stain with mild curiosity, then back at you with a soft chuckle.

“Is that all?” he said, completely unfazed. “Thought you were gonna tell me you’d hexed my eyebrows off in my sleep or something.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “Fred, I just bled on your bed,” you repeated, incredulous. “How are you this calm?”

"I just got my period...and I'm breaking out all over my face, I feel like a mess right now, I—" You continued rambling, all your worries spilling out at once.

He rolled his eyes fondly and pulled you into a warm hug, his chin resting on the top of your head. “Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, love,” he murmured, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “It’s normal, yeah? Not like you did it on purpose.” He pulled back slightly, his hands gently cupping your face. “My poor baby, let me take care of you.”

Your heart melted at his words, but you still couldn’t shake off the embarrassment. “But your sheets—”

“Easily cleaned,” he interrupted, waving a hand like it was nothing. “Mum’s got stain removers, no big deal. What is a big deal, though, is that you’re clearly not feeling great.” His hands dropped to your waist, tugging you close again. “And my girl needs to be taken care of.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could, Fred was already hopping out of bed. “I’ll be right back,” he said, tossing on a shirt. “You go to the bathroom, get cleaned up. I’ll sort everything else out.”

Still in a daze from his reaction, you hesitated before nodding. You slipped into the bathroom, heart still pounding as you peeled off your clothes, carefully cleaning yourself up. A few moments later, there was a soft knock at the door.

“Here, I’ve got some pads for you,” Fred called from the other side.

You cracked open the door, peeking out to see him holding a small stack of pads in his hands, a sheepish yet triumphant grin on his face.

“Ginny might have thrown something at me when I woke her up to ask, but worth it,” he teased, handing them to you.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Thank you, handsome.”

“For a pretty girl like you, anytime.” He kissed your forehead gently before stepping back. “Take all the time you need, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Once you were done, you returned to Fred’s room to find the bed already spotless, the stain completely gone. He grinned when he saw you. “Told you I’d sort it.”

You launched yourself at him, hugging him tightly. “Ugh Fred, you’re too good at this.”

“I know,” he said smugly, earning a light smack on the arm. He chuckled before pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. “Now, let’s get some breakfast in you, yeah?” There was something comforting about his kisses, every time he planted one on you, it felt as though everything was going to be alright.

Downstairs, the Burrow was already lively with chatter. Molly beamed as she hugged you good morning before returning to cooking, and Arthur greeted you warmly.

"Ah come join us, you lovebirds." Arthur teased, Fred's ears turning a light shade of red in response.

"What took you guys so long today? Busy eh?" Ron teased, wiggling his brows before taking a bite of his toast.

"Shove off, what's the point in rushing downstairs? Not like we've got somewhere to be." Fred retorted, a bit more harshly than he had intended.

Ginny shot you two a knowing look, giving you a sympathetic smile, "You won't understand the pressures of being a woman Ron, takes a lot to look this good every day." She joked, though laced with a comforting undertone, indirectly defending you. You tilted your head and smiled warmly at her, a way of showing gratitude.

"Come Y/N dear, you must be starving." Molly placed two eggs on your plate next to your toast, "Percy, pass her the butter will you."

"This looks delicious, thank you Molly!" You beamed, her food was always made with love; a mother's love, and that's what made it extra tasty.

Though you smiled, and occasionally shared quips with the others, only Fred was able to see right through you. He kept sneaking glances, his hand resting on your thigh under the table, stroking it gently.

You turned to give him a reassuring smile, but he still worried for you, wanting to ensure you felt better.

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Later that afternoon, you and the Weasleys were playing a toned-down version of Quidditch outside the Burrow.

The sky was clear as day, the air crisp with a cool breeze occasionally blowing your hair, and laughter filled the open field as Ron, Fred, and Ginny zoomed around on their brooms, chucking the Quaffle back and forth.

Meanwhile, you, Percy, and George remained on the ground, running, dodging, and attempting to intercept the ball whenever it came your way.

At first, you kept up, laughing as George nudged you playfully and you pretended to dramatically fall or trip, making him burst into laughter.

"Woah, when did you get so strong?" Sarcasm lingered in your tone.

"Puh-lease, this is like twenty-percent of my strength. You're lucky I'm going on easy on ya." George ruffled your hair messily, it was safe to say the two of you definitely had a sibling-like relationship.

Though as the game went on, you started to slow down. The cramps you’d been trying to ignore all day crept in with full force, sharp and unbearable.

It felt like your insides were twisting, a deep ache radiating through your stomach and back, growing stronger by the minute. You bit your lip, pressing a hand to your abdomen, willing the pain away. But it was no use.

After a few more steps, you stopped completely, crouching down with a sharp inhale.

Fred, who had been mid-air, immediately noticed. He veered off from the game and swooped down toward you, concern flickering across his face. "Love? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice softer now as he handed his broom off to George, who had also stopped running and looked at you with concern.

“You alright, Y/N?” George asked, his usual teasing tone replaced with genuine worry.

You tried to wave them off, not wanting to make a fuss, but Fred wasn’t having it. He crouched beside you, his large hands gently resting on your arms as he searched your face.

"Cramps," you admitted in a whisper, wincing slightly.

Fred was up in an instant. "Alright, that’s it. You're going inside." He stood, helping you up carefully, his arm wrapping around your waist protectively. George gave you an encouraging nod before returning to the game, and as you and Fred walked toward the Burrow, you leaned into him, grateful for his warmth and steady presence.

As soon as you stepped inside, Molly turned from the stove, immediately noticing your pale face and Fred’s worried expression. "What’s wrong, dear?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron as she approached.

“Cramps,” Fred answered before you could, his voice carrying that soft, caring edge that made your heart ache in the best way.

“Oh, sweetheart," Molly cooed. "You sit down and rest. I’ll whip up some soup and a cramp relief potion right away.”

"Thank you, Molly," you said softly, feeling a rush of gratitude for the warmth and kindness of the Weasley family.

You always secretly hoped you'd marry into the family one day, but you didn't want to admit that aloud, or pressure Fred into such things yet.

Fred led you upstairs to his room, insisting you lay down. "Rest up, yeah? I’ll be back in a bit," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slipping out of the room.

A little while later, the door creaked open again, and Fred returned, carrying a small basket filled with chocolates, a heating pad, some of your favourite snacks, and—to your surprise—a teddy bear.

You blinked at it, smiling despite your discomfort. “A teddy?”

Fred set the basket down, and held the bear up, making its little arm wave at you. "To cuddle with."

You giggled, looking at him with awe. “Come here. I’d rather cuddle with you, baby."

He grinned before climbing into bed next to you, immediately wrapping you in his buff arms. His embrace, his scent—everything about him was comforting, you could only melt right into him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly to face you. But after a moment, you grew shy, burying your face in his chest.

“Don’t look at me,” you mumbled, insecurity creeping in. “I don’t feel pretty right now.”

Fred’s brows furrowed, and he cupped your cheek, tilting your face back up to him. "Don’t you ever say that," he murmured, his gaze filled with so much love it made your heartache.

"You’re perfect. You’re gorgeous. These little things, flaws you might call them—they don’t matter. If anything, they make you even more beautiful. To me, you always look good, angel."

Tears welled in your eyes at his words, and you let out a shaky breath. “I love you, Freddie.”

His expression softened even more, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I love you too.”

With that, he pulled you closer, your eyelids feeling heavier by the second, drifting off into a peaceful nap in his arms.

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An hour later, Molly walked in, a tray in her hands carrying a bowl of warm soup and a small vial of cramp relief potion. But as soon as she saw the two of you curled up together, fast asleep, a tender smile spread across her face. She stood there for a moment, simply watching, before turning to call Arthur over.

Arthur peeked inside, his eyes crinkling with affection as he took in the sight. “Reminds me of us back in the day,” he murmured with a fond chuckle.

Molly playfully swatted his arm before she placed the tray on the bedside table, snapping a quick photo of you and Fred with a knowing grin. Then, hand in hand, she and Arthur quietly slipped out of the room, leaving you both to your peaceful afternoon nap.

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A/N: currently on my period and thought a fluffy fic would be healing rn <3 lowkey feeling a smut one soon? not sure though hehehe (help I'm so indecisive 😭😩)

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audrxyweasley · 6 months ago

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Teaser for a one shot I’m hoping to have posted in the next few days!

Percy couldn’t help but do a double take as he absentmindedly pushed open the door to what should have been an empty classroom. It was the Christmas Holidays, so he was alone on his Prefect’s rounds, and in fact Professor McGonagall had been kind enough to emphasise that he needn’t worry himself if he had homework to be catching up on, but Percy Weasley considered himself a man(ish) of principle above all else, and so he found himself lingering in the doorway, staring at the mysterious form of a large mirror in an otherwise empty classroom in an altogether unused corridor.

There was nothing that ought to have compelled Percy towards the mirror, and in hindsight he found himself rather suspicious of magical means seizing control of his senses, but regardless of the cause his feet fell one in front of the other until he was stood, alone and with only the moonlight enabling him to see, as a quivering form in ragged robes before the ornate glass.

It took a moment for the dust to settle for long enough to allow Percy to gentle wipe his glasses clean on the frayed sleeves of his robes and reposition them back on the end of his pointed nose, but as he finally blinked the mirrors reflection into view, a deep abyss opened up within his stomach.

The mirror had to be a cruel joke, Percy decided, breaking his eyes away from it with haste but unable to move himself away from the spot in which he’d frozen. He swallowed once, then twice more, before again looking up at it, despite his better judgement.

#hp #harry potter #percy weasley #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #percy weasley fanfic #weasley family

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rainydayathogwarts · 7 months ago

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꩜ smut ❀ fluff 𖤓 angsty/angry 𖤐 funny

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✩ jealous, jealous, jealous girl - ron notices you upping the PDA when Lavender starts flirting with him and you decide to show her who he belongs to (꩜𖤓)

✩ popular!shy!reader - ron’s friends think you were the one who made the move but are shocked to find out the opposite (❀𖤐)

✩ the dream - ron has a dirty dream and wakes up hard next to reader (꩜𖤐)

✩ needy - needy!ron misses you because you've been taking NEWTs too seriously but he finds the perfect moment to drag you into an empty classroom (꩜)

✩ overstimulation with dom!Ron (꩜)

✩ goodbye kisses that last longer than intended (❀𖤓𖤐)

✩ opposite teams - You play a Quidditch match against your boyfriend, who's a very sore loser (❀꩜𖤓)

✩ glossy lips - Wiping off lip gloss from his lips after a kiss (❀𖤐)

✩ late to class - Ron doesn't want you to leave to class so soon and manages a convincing excuse for you to stay (꩜)

✩ unsteady desk chair - When ron's been locked in his dorm trying to finish an essay all afternoon, you decide to help motivate him a little (꩜)

✩ shameless - Ron and his gf are absolutely shameless about pda, even with their friends around. They face some friendly consequences (𖤐)

✩ the chosen one - Ron has lived in the chosen one's shadow since they became best friends, so when he gets the one thing Harry wants, he decides to never let go (𖤓)

✩ sewing kit - "The instant Ron came to you asking for help sewing a rip in his t-shirt, Molly knew you were the woman he was going to marry." (❀)

✩ i think i've seen this film before - when sirius found out that bellatrix lestrange was having a daughter, he did everything in his power to protect her. he never met her until one day she showed up at his doorstep the same way he had at the potters. but what he didn't know was that she was dating a boy who was under this very roof. (❀𖤓)

Ron won't stop complaining about Seamus and his girlfriend taking up the dorm until he's the one with a girl in there. coming soon...

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✩ me and you - You keep telling Ron to just 'ask her out' but he won't take your word seriously until you take your own advice. Somehow, you both end up with dates... (❀𖤐)

✩ long kisses, risky places - When kissing in the library leads to something more... (❀𖤐)

✩ concussions and interruptions - You aren’t expecting to meet Harry’s parents for the first time while you share an intimate moment in the hospital wing after he sustains another quidditch injury (❀𖤐)

✩ love, mum and dad - Harry gets the memory book you and James made for him to open on his 17th birthday, but he gets it a little sooner, and discovers things about the family he could have had (𖤓)

✩ more than anything - keeping your relationship a secret is difficult when you just can't stop staring at your boyfriend (❀𖤓)

✩ Harry's bi awakening (𖤐)

✩ "you knew?" "you didn't?" - In which the twins only just find out their sister is dating Harry (𖤐)

Sub!harry begging mean!slytherin!reader to let him cum, but she's having too much fun... coming soon

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✩ snake ring - In which the twins pull you into a game of seven minutes in heaven. (❀𖤐)

✩ dry-humping Neville at a party (❀꩜)

✩ kiss and tell - In which a very aware y/n of Neville's crush on her gets the courage to make a move (❀𖤐)

✩ stolen glances - Stealing glances at each other across the room until your friends notice (꩜𖤐)

✩ strangers to friends - Neville, terrified of a scary, confident slytherin, finds out that she's more welcoming than some of his own friends... An unlikely friendship develops (❀)

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✩ into the woods - Waking George up to go out for a morning walk at the Burrow has him feeling quite frisky (❀꩜𖤐)

✩ in this together - When you find out that your mother, Bellatrix Lestrange has escaped Azkaban, you have a crisis, thankfully short lived due to your boyfriend's care for the situation (❀𖤓)

✩ dear diary - Ron can't help his crush on his older brother's girlfriend, and catches himself in some inconvenient situations (꩜𖤐)

✩ bloody quills and teary eyes - George comforts you after your first detention with Umbridge (❀𖤓)

✩ god, i missed you so much - when you and george have spent the last few months doing long-distance, with you at hogwarts while he runs the shop, the reunion is bound to be good (❀𖤓)

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✩ I already won - even though he very much lost the game, he still won you (❀𖤓)

✩ how he reacts when you tell him you're in the mood (꩜)

✩ blood, dirt and reunions - You almost die and reunite with an old ex-boyfriend... or not (❀𖤓)

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✩ guilt trip - Charlie tries to guilt trip the reader to visit his family with him (❀𖤓)

✩ bloody introductions - When some of Charlie's siblings break in to his apartment to surprise him, they find out about his roommate/girlfriend (❀𖤓)

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✩ tipsy - Seamus takes care of you when you're drunk (❀𖤐)

✩ safe in his arms - Brother!Harry Potter makes Seamus promise him to keep you safe because of how obvious your feelings are for each other (❀𖤓)

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✩ just a swim - Percy's partner tries to get him to break a couple of rules (❀𖤐)

✩ how they react when you're in the mood (꩜)

'For the first time in his life, Percy pushes academics aside to focus on a girl, but his family doesn't know and thinks he has gone down a dark road.' coming soon...

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✩ what's her face - Rita skeeter being annoying (𖤐)

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✩ no disturbances - You and Cedric make such a cute couple that teachers have turned a blind eye to several accounts of PDA (❀𖤐)

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✩ someone finds out you're dating

✩ he gets turned on at the wrong time

✩ she gets turned on at the wrong time

#ron weasley smut #ron wealsey #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #neville longbottom x reader #neville x reader #cedric diggory #george weasley #viktor krum #charlie weasley #percy weasley #seamus finnegan x reader #seamus finnigan #oliver wood smut #oliver wood x reader #rainydayathogwarts #masterlist #rainydayathogwarts masterlists

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catastrxblues · 2 years ago

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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

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aceofsages · 1 year ago

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tear me to pieces for the WIP ask game :) I've seen you post about it and I'm so intrigued by the fact that it's Percy Weasley centric, because he's definitely an underused choice for a character study ! (atleast from what I've seen so far)

(also curious about the hp has a twin story and the Santa Clarita diet one, but I've only watched the first two eps of that show, so any literary brilliance would be completely lost on me 😅)

thank you so much for your interest!! percy weasley has the potential of so much nuance and i love him your honor.

here's a snippet: Penelope is his first friend and for a long time, his only. Her blonde hair and blue tie and clear eyes and calm countenance feel like a balm to his soul—he, who has only ever been surrounded by red, and is still surrounded by it, has chosen to be surrounded by it by choosing Gryffindor. Oliver takes time—the love Percy has for Penelope has always been instant, and Penelope will always be his first everything, and if Magic wills, his last—but it’s all the more special for it, the thing Percy feels for Oliver. It’s a purer love than that he has for his brothers, a love untinged with bitterness, without the ghosts that haunt that love between siblings. It’s a choice—he chooses Oliver in third year, and perhaps the thing that really, truly, cements his choice is when Oliver chooses him back. (Choice is a powerful thing, a cruel thing, a beautiful thing. Family of choice is the toughest thing one could ever make—because there are no ties of blood to hold you in hurt, in bitterness, in contempt; you choose and you keep choosing for the rest of your life—and hence it’s all the more beautiful for it. Choosing to be brave is a separate matter altogether, but Percy hasn’t learned that lesson yet.)

as for hp has a twin, I've wanted to write a slytherin character for so long, and i've wanted to fix so many damn things that bugged me about hp so I was like hey! what if? and there you have it! a morally ambiguous girl who was born on august 1st, after harry, and abandoned by petunia and never knew she had a twin! of course, harry also doesn't know about her existence and my plan is for the fic to follow all seven years of hogwarts.

a small snip: A pause. Then, “Alright. A word of advice, though. You underestimate your brother." What do you know, you’re a Hat. The hat chuckles. “I look forward to seeing you thrive in SLYTHERIN!” (Jasmine doesn’t look at Harry when a stunned silence descends on the Great Hall, when she takes off the Hat and has to practically keep holding it before McGonagall comes to her senses and her grip tightens. She doesn’t look at him when she starts walking towards Slytherin, when polite—albeit surprised—cheers start to ring in the air, when she sits down at the far end of the table, away from Malfoy, but still with other First-Years. She doesn’t—can’t—and so she misses Harry’s cheers and his disappointment at not being able to meet her eyes.)

tbh, it takes a while to really get into santa clarita diet, so you're good! i myself barely watched the first episode and left it for a while before circling back. my fic is about abby hammond and what she does after the series ends, which, in this fic, is serial-killing lmao

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