#percy weasley fanfic

[percyweasleyapologist]

Do you have any recommendations for somebody who wants to read some Percy/Oliver fics? I've only ever read marauders era fanfiction so I don't know where to start but I'm interested in the ship

Oooh, okay, i was in this exact situation awhile back so i'll share some give that really got me into Percy and Oliver :) Here's a list!

good old-fashioned lover boy- @aeoneskova (I LOVED this one. It's definitely my all time favorite and you should totally read it! It's basically a fic through all 7 years of his time at hogwarts and it has amazing writing, fun original characters, and soooo much more!)

It's the truth- SquaresAreNotCircles (this account is great, check them out for more perciver stuff!)

Burn Across the Sky-MoonyTheMarauder1(beforethemoon) (This is a short one but it was one of my first perciver fics and although it doesn't have much, it made me go down a rabbit hole which ended with me being obsessed)

7 times Molly tried to set Percy up and 1 time it worked- wynniwirt (This is in my top  3 Percy fics. It's not too long but it's funny and makes me smile)

More than Alright - Always_Coffee (This one completes my top 3 list, it's AMAZING) It's a longer one that goes throughout the hogwarts years and after. It has lots of Penelope and Percy's friendship, angst, fluff, literally everything you should definitely read it!)

Percy and the Weasleys and Oliver Wood- EvanescentLife (another fun fic that covers their hogwarts years)

The Oliver Fiasco- audrxyweasley (This is part of a series called 'A Series of Fiascos' by audrxyweasley, it starts with this fic and then continues from there. It's absolutley amazing with angst and fluff and i'd totally recommend that you read all of them :) and this is also in my top three, it's tied bc i couldn't choose)

Still think he's the weakest- Hhhhhheeeeeelloo1 (this is a cute little on shot that i loved)

Home for the Holidays- EvanescentLife (a muggle college au where percy and oliver go on a holiday road trip, it has so much fluff and it's just great)

Let me know how you like them!! <3

[audrxyweasley]

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.

[ffangirlingsince2001]

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]

in my percy weasley era

[percydarling]

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.

[jabean-fanfiction]

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.

[percyweas1ey]

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

[amethyst-writer]

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.

[that-one-weird-fangirl2020]

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!

[mrscharlesleclerc]

Fake Dates & Family Dinners | Percy Weasley x F!Reader

Description: Fed up of his brother’s teasing, Percy enlists the help of a friend to act as his girlfriend during a family dinner.

Warnings: food + eating, cheesy, female pronouns (let me know what i’ve missed)

authors note: fuck it *posts fic i promised a year ago*

It's a short walk from the apparation point to the front door of the burrow, a stroll really. (Y/N) eyes everything around her in unbridled awe, the tree swing made from an old broom stick and dirt path snaking towards the small pond she recalls from Percy’s stories.

She tries now to pull them from him again, anything to ease the nerves that have taken up in his body at the sight of the lopsided house growing closer upon approach.

She toys with the idea of taking his hand, clenched a mere few millimetres from her own by their sides, easing his fingers flat and linking them with her own, squeezing to remind him that, somehow, his ludicrous plan will work.

Ludicrous, but in some twisted way it is genius, because it was designed by him.

He was similarly awkward when he first told her, the bell above the door drawing her eyes to him as it has million times before only to give way to a sheepish wreck of man, starting with apologies before even saying hello. A startling transformation from the level-headed, ministry employee who first walked into her book shop a year before.

Still he explained his predicament, that, in desperate need for peace from his brothers teasing, he blurted out a declaration of a relationship that did not, in fact, exist, and with it, her name.

“You told your family that we’re dating?”

“Your name just slipped out,” He admitted sheepishly, “Like some instinct I never knew I had.”

She's still telling herself that she’s just his most recent friend, or that her name slipped out because he knew she’d help him, anything to dismiss the fuzzy feeling in her chest.

Still, she agreed to do him the favour, and the honour, of being his fraudulent girlfriend and he laid out his plan, one sure to save him from brotherly teasing and motherly matchmaking attempts for at least a month or so.

All they need to do is make it through dinner.

They made rules of course, sat down together days ago and wrote them out on a scrap piece of parchment, no doubt tucked somewhere in one of Percy’s pockets as a reminder, as if he might forget, as if Percy Weasley has ever forgotten a rule.

Still, written in his usual haphazard handwriting, molded from years of frantic note taking, they agreed on the following:

Hand holding ✓

Kissing ✗ ( no matter how much the twins pester )

Pet names ✓ (Sweet Cheeks, Pumpkin, Freckles, Darling✓)

Even at the top of the list, hand-holding with no one to witness, with no benefit to the ruse, feels too intimate and so (Y/N) keeps her hand hidden in her pockets all the way to the front door, resisting the temptation.

“Are you ready?”

Facing him, (Y/N) traces his face for the concern he hasn’t let slip in his voice, the subtle scrunch of his brows illuminated by the flickering lamp screwed above the door as the sun begins to set. She breathes out a small laugh, shaking her head.

“Are you?”

She pulls her hands free to fix his collar with a disapproving tut, muttering about how he’s going to give them away instantly looking like such a nervous mess. He watches her as her fingers straighten the knot of his tie in stunned silence, gulping softly as she rambles.

“I mean honestly- weren’t you head boy?” She shakes her head, “Surely dinner with your family will be a breeze.”

“It’s different with family,” He manages, regretting it only when her hands freeze in surprise and he’s suddenly compelled to joke his way awkwardly out of it. “Especially with the twins… they’ll tease me for the rest of my life if they find out this isn’t real and I suspect I’ll be getting enough of that from you anyway.”

She chuckles.

“The chances are pretty high,” She agrees, “But don’t worry about them, you’ve got me tonight.”

“I suppose I do.”

Her hands are still on the curve of shoulders when the door swings open, breaking their locked eyes and causing the goofy quirk in their smiles to drop as they spring apart.

“I knew I heard someone outside!” Mrs Weasley’s voice announces, “You must be freezing-”

Percy recovers first, clearing his throat and straightening in an almost professional manner that makes the blush taking front on his cheeks look ridiculous. His mother, smirking subtly, gives him a look that only makes it worse.

“Sorry, dears,” She smiles warmly, “I never meant to interrupt…”

“You didn’t,” Percy assures quickly, “I was just about to knock.”

“Good evening, Mrs Weasley,” (Y/N) greets, smiling sheepishly by Percy’s side, “I’m (Y/N).”

“Of course!” Mrs Weasley beams, “We’ve all been excited to finally meet you- Percy’s been quite secretive you know.”

(Y/N) grins back at Percy, nudging him with her elbow as they’re led into the house by his mother. He rolls his eyes as he pulls off his coat, holding his arm out for hers and hanging them by the door.

“Anyway, you’re here now,” Mrs Weasley concludes, “Dinner is just about ready so we’re all in the kitchen- come on,”

She’s already starting down the corridor and Percy nods (Y/N) forward with her, gulping to himself as they approach the room full of laughter, instantly met by the greetings of Percy’s red-headed family.

Percy is pulled into a sea of open arms, met with cheerful hellos and haphazard hugs across tables before returning to (Y/N)s side apologetically, straightening his glasses with a sheepish smile.

“Look who finally arrived- we’ve been waiting hours to meet your special someone,”

Nudged childishly with an approving snigger by his mirror-image, (Y/N) recognises him as one of the twins. She hears the slightest of sighs from Percy’s lips and catches his eyes roll with familial affection.

“This is (Y/N),” He introduces, throat catching on the title that comes next, “My girlfriend...”

“Nice to meet you,” (Y/N) smiles politely, feeling suddenly victim to Percy’s nerves under the watchful gaze of his family. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All good things,” Mr Weasley smiles from the end of the table, “I hope.”

“Oh, of course,” She assures, “I feel like I’ve been here a million times before just from his stories… you have a wonderful home.”

Mrs Weasley, a dish hovering above her wand as she slips behind them, breathes out a soft chuckle, warming at the compliment before instructing to them their seats.

Percy cringes at the places left, across from the Cheshire Cat grins of Fred and George. As he pulls a chair for (Y/N), he finds himself fixing them a stern warning glance that sends him momentarily back to his head-boy days.

“Thanks, Darling,”

He blinks in surprise as it hit his ears, startled for a second at hearing it aloud, no longer confined to the small crumbled note in his back pocket. (Y/N) smiles up at him, a smile he’s used to, a smile that’s greeted him a million times before each time he steps into the shop.

He feels that ease of familiarity unfurl in his chest again, nodding subtly before taking his seat beside her.

“This all looks lovely, Mrs Weasley,”

“Thank you, Dear,” Mrs Weasley beams, “Help yourself- quickly, before they take the lot.”

(Y/N) does as instructed, joining the mild chaos, in the most affection way, that is a Weasley family dinner. Percy, watching her almost in awe, nearly misses his chance at the potatoes, only realising as she’s spooned some knowingly onto his plate.

He’s glad for the initial distraction of the food’s arrival, then, for the dull clink of cutlery and the occasional compliments to the chef as the meal begins. Anything to drag the attention from himself, the eyes watching in wonder, sparkling with what he knows well as mischief.

For a while, Fred and George’s animated stories from the store allow him to slip into a false hope that perhaps the evening will go smoother than he’s imagined, perhaps he’ll be able to avoid any questions about his fraudulent relationship all together

However, it’s his father who shatters his false sense of safety, filling a lull in conversation with the topic everyone’s been waiting for.

“So, (Y/N),” Mrs Weasley begins, “All we’ve gotten out of Percy is that you have a store yourself. What’s that like?”

“I love my little shop,” She admits honestly, “I’ve always loved to read… you can hardly tell my flat from the store I've that many books, so it’s my ideal career, really.”

It’s the safest question anyone could ask, Percy realises. He loves to hear her talk of books, to see how animated and bright her face becomes, as though she’s brimming with so much passion it overflows. He thinks back to weekday evenings, just before closing, listening as she rambles about her latest read.

“It’s actually where I met Perce,” She adds, startling him as she turns to face him, “Right?”

“Eh, yes,” He blushes, “It was.”

“He came in like five minutes before closing, stressed out of his box- I brought my wand out thinking he was in some sort of danger-“

“I wasn’t that bad,” He argues.

“I thought you were being chased, Freckles.” She grins, “Turns out he was just in desperate need of a book on pixies.”

“My flat was becoming overrun,” He defends, though a grin has begun to twitch at his lips, “You felt bad for me, made me a cup of tea while you went to find them… then you read them with me for a few hours until we decided the best way to get rid of them.”

He can remember it so clearly, her hand dipped into her robes, eyes wide with shock. He was exhausted, desperate for a moment's peace from the pixie giggles in his floorboards.

Part of him was always hoping she forgot about his terrible first impression, but now, something in his chest warms at her recollection of it and the amused twinkle in her eyes as they hold his.

“Romantic,” George chuckles across the table, breaking their shared moment, “Could have guessed he’d pick a girl up at the bookstore.”

“Oh leave them be,” Mrs Weasley dismisses scoldingly, “It’s a very sweet story, Dear,”

“Thanks, Mum,”

“Aw, you’re all red, Perce,”

Part of him hates how quickly meals around the family dinner table make him feel like an awkward teen again, as if he hasn’t a full time job and a flat of his own. Then again, beside him, his fake girlfriend makes him feel utterly, helplessly boyish in away only a pretty girl ever could and in a way she never has before.

“Oh, leave them be,” Mrs Weasley scolds suddenly, to Percy’s, admittedly disbelieving, relief. “At least let them finish their dinner first.”

.

“Merlin,” (Y/N) says, the delight of a smile in her voice, “Look at your hair.”

Percy grimaces as his eyes land on the picture, promoted by the soft nudge of (Y/N)’s elbow against his side. He should have known the photo album would star in the after-dinner events.

“Thank you, George,” Percy looks up across the room, “The photo album was an inspired idea.”

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

Percy rolls his eyes before returning them to the album on (Y/N)’s lap. He chances a glance up to her face, her lips-parted in delighted awe with smiling eyes as she turns the pages with a gentle touch to the ageing paper.

“Are you studying… at Christmas?”

Blushing as her eyes meet his, caught in his observations, he clears his throat before following her finger to the picture in question. He’s maybe fifteen in it , scowling over the top of a textbook, displeased at being disrupted, or perhaps at the flimsy paper crown balanced precariously on his mop of red curls, procured from some Christmas cracker and undoubtedly placed upon his head against his will.

“Yes... “ Percy admits sheepishly, “It is.

“Christmas?” She repeats softly in disbelief. “Percy…”

“He was always studying,” Mrs Weasley sighs. “Always working too hard - that’s why we’re all so glad he’s got someone looking after him now.”

(Y/N) smiles over at her fake boyfriend, sneaking her hand into his and squeezing it gently. Mrs Weasley eyes the interaction with a mischievous look in her eyes.

Even as the conversation moves on, and long past the retirement of the photo album, their hands stay joined. His thumb traces back and forth over her knuckles as they listen to the other talk and occasionally (Y/N) glances down and wonders if it's a conscious decision, specifically designed to stir butterflies in her chest, because he’s certainly doing a good job of it.

It’s late into the night when they stand to make their goodbyes. Percy is left startled by the cold absence of (Y/N)‘s hand as she’s pulled into a chain of hugs and promises of next times.

It’s George who claps him on the shoulder on the way out of the living room, grinning on his way past.

“She’s lovely, Perce.” He says, “Perfect for you, actually.”

“Yeah…” Percy glances over at his friend, her head flung back with a laugh at some joke Ginny is telling, and his lips quirk into a small, proud smile at the sight of her. “She’s pretty great, isn’t she?”

George rolls his eyes at the smitten look on his older brother’s face, that only softens more when (Y/N) meets his eyes and grins. George pulls him into a hug, then slips around him into the hall.

“Night,” He says, “Loverboy.”

After more goodbyes than (Y/N) can count, she finally finds herself back by Percy’s side, searching, on some strange new instinct, for his hand. When she finds it, she smiles up at him and he feels that warm rush again.

“It’s lovely to have met you, (Y/N).” Mrs Weasley smiles from beside Mrs Weasley. “I hope we haven’t put you off with all the ruckus.”

“Oh, never.” (Y/N) assures. “I’ve had such a nice time, and the food was amazing - The cheesecake will be in my dreams for years to come.”

“Oh you should have said, there’s plenty left over.” Mrs Weasley says, with a strange edge to her voice that makes Percy give her a look of subtle suspicion. “Arthur will take you through to grab a few slices if you like.”

“Huh?” Mr Weasley blinks in surprise, “Oh, of course.”

“Really?” (Y/N) asks in surprise, “That’s so kind.”

Mr Weasley nods the young woman down the hall and Percy’s brows twitch with disappointment as (Y/N) disappears from his side. Mrs Weasley gives him a knowing smile and he can’t help but gulp nervously.

“She’s a lovely girl, Percy.”

“Yes,” Percy agrees, clearing his throat awkwardly. “She is.”

“You look wonderful together.”

“Thank you,” Percy says. “I’m glad you think so.”

His mother’s eyes narrow just slightly and Percy shifts uncomfortably under her scrutinising look. For a second he tries convincing himself that she’s bluffing, that she knows nothing.

But this is a woman who raised six trouble-making children, and when she folds her arms and tilts her head towards him, she knows he’s been caught and his shoulders sink disappointedly.

This must be how Fred and George felt their entire adolescence.

“You know.” He exhales. “How do you know?”

“I’m your mother, Dear.” She says, “I know everything.”

He manages a small laugh, exhaled from his nose. She places a hand on his arm, squeezing as she used to when he was little, when his siblings were teasing him, or when he wasn’t happy with his grades.

“Why did you feel the need to make up a relationship, Percy?” She asks softly. “I hope I wasn’t putting any pressure one you-“

“No,” Percy assures sheepishly, “I just needed a break from Fred and George constantly teasing me about being single… I guess I’ve not quite grown out of getting wound up by them yet.”

Mrs Weasley manages a chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. She lifts her hand to cup Percy’s cheek, unable to resist the urge to then straighten his lopsided glasses.

“What silly children I have.” She shakes her head with a sigh. “But, I’ll give you that you certainly fooled your brothers.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re all too young to know the difference between the look of someone in love, and the look of someone still falling.” Mrs Weasley says, “And you were falling in love tonight, Percy, you know that, don’t you?”

Percy feels his cheeks warming. He glances subsconscious down the hall, where he can hear (Y/N) laughing. He thinks back to the living room, their joined hands and secret glances, that warm feeling in his chest everytime she smiled at him.

He nods.

“I think so.”

The chatter down the hall begins to get closer and Mrs Weasley smiles sympathetically at her red faced son.

“I meant what I said though,” She adds. “I like her and she’s great for you, Dear. It’s nice to see you having fun, getting up to nonsense for a change.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about that compliment.”

Behind Mrs Weasley, (Y/N) appears from the kitchen, holding the box of cheesecake in the air excitedly. Percy can’t help but grin at her excitement, and how his father seems just as excited for her.

“I secured the goods.” She jokes, “Thank you so much, Mrs Weasley! For the cake and for the lovely evening.”

“No need to thank me.” Mrs Weasley chuckles, pulling the young woman into a hug. “We hope to see you again soon.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Get home safe.” Mr Weasley nods. “And enjoy the cake.”

Percy opens the door, the cool night air calming his warm cheeks. He gives his dad a final hug, and then, with a final sheepish look, he turns to his mother.

“Thanks, Mum.”

“Goodnight, Dear,” She sighs quietly. “and she’s falling in love too, you know.”

She lets him go then, a mischievous look in her eyes once more as she waves them out the door. Percy, a little dazed by this final conclusion, allows (Y/N) to lead him down the path with their arms linked as she calls a soft final goodbye to his parents.

The moon is large in the cloudless sky and it illuminates their path with subtle pale light. The stars are extraordinary here, without street lights and headlights. (Y/N) beams up at them as they walk, but Percy can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from her.

“My mum knew.” He blurts after a moment, causing (Y/N) to slow to a stop. “That we were faking it.”

“Oh no.” (Y/N) says. “I’m sorry… she must be annoyed.”

“I think she found it rather funny, actually.” Percy smiles a little. “And she really likes you, regardless.”

“Yeah?” (Y/N)‘a face brightens, proud of this. “I’m glad, I was really worried she wouldn’t.”

“Really?”

“She’s you mum, and she’s important to you… of course I want her to like me.”

She says it’s so flippantly, but it makes Percy feel close to melting. He doesn’t think she notices when she takes his hand this time, beginning to lead them towards the apparition point again.

“It was still a good night though, wasn’t it?” She rambles softly, “And I am obsessed with this cheese cake- we should go back to the shop and eat it there, if you like-“

“Can I kiss you?”

(Y/N) freezes, turning to face Percy in surprise. He’s blushing, she can see it even under only the light of the moon, the red rushing to his cheeks and engulfing his freckles one by one. She feels herself growing just as flustered, gulping to herself.

“What?”

“I- I think, maybe, the reason I blurted your name out when the twins were teasing me was because I’ve been wanting this for a while.” He admits, “and mortifyingly, my mother made me realise that today and I’ve decided nothing can really be as embarrassing as that, so I’m asking you if I can kiss you…please.”

She bites her lip to hide the smirk threatening to take over at his ever so polite rambling. With one hand still held in his, the other holding the leftover cheesecake, she slips her fingers from his and lifts her hand to rest on his chest. .

“But Sweet Cheeks,” She says, batting her lashes innocently, head tilting teasingly to the side. “That's against our rules, and I know how much you like your rules.”

With the realisation he’s being teased, he rolls his eyes and dips his free hand into his pocket for his little post-it note of rules, crumpling it into a ball with a half hearted look of annoyance that makes her laugh.

“I’m sure I’ll live with breaking this one.”

(Y/N) smirks at the cheesiness of the statement, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You dork.”

Sighing, he pulls her in with his hands on her waist, a smirk of his own beginning at the sound of her hitched breath. She glances from his eyes to his lips, biting her own in nervous anticipation.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes please.”

She leans in first, lips finding his softly, moving slowly, tentatively. She expects it to feel odd, to kiss her closest friend, but something clicks, falling into place and she finds herself pulling him closer somewhat needily with her hand behind his head. He’s just as quick to return the sentiment.

They pull apart breathlessly, and Percy finds himself wondering how they’ve deprived themselves of such a pleasure for so long. Her own surprise morphs into a short laugh.

“We’re removing the no kissing rule.” She decides. “That’s going to have to be a regular thing.”

“Oh, definitely.” He agrees with a laugh. “Pumpkin.”

Her head dips back with a laugh and he prides himself in being the cause of such a reaction. He can’t help but steal another kiss when she straightens again, feeling her smile beneath his lips.

“Let’s go back to the shop and eat cheesecake.” He says. “It can be our first real date.”

Stepping back, (Y/N) glances down at the cheek cake still balanced on one hand, slightly crushed from their kiss. Another laugh escapes her, but she’s nodding, reaching for his hand again.

“That sounds like a perfect first real date.”

[catastrxblues]

i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

[rainydayathogwarts]

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Here's my navigation for my other masterlists!

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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.

popular!shy!reader - * ron’s friends think you were the one who made the move but are shocked to find out the opposite.

the dream** - ron has a dirty dream and wakes up hard next to reader

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 blurb

Opposite teams** - You play a Quidditch match against your boyfriend, who's a very sore loser.

Glossy lips - Wiping off lip gloss from his lips after a kiss

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.

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... coming soon.

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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Snake ring* - In which the twins pull you into a game of seven minutes in heaven.

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.

Stolen glances - Stealing glances at each other across the room until your friends notice.

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Harry's bi awakening

"You knew?" "You didn't?" - In which the twins only just find out their sister is dating Harry.

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...

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

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I already won - even though he very much lost the game, he still won you.

How they react when you tell them you're in the mood - Oliver wood edition

Blood, dirt and reunions - You almost die and reunite with an old ex-boyfriend... or not.

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Tipsy - Seamus takes care of you when you're drunk.

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.

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Just a swim - Percy's partner tries to get him to break a couple of rules.

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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Guilt trip - Charlie tries to guilt trip the reader to visit his family with him.

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What's her face - Rita skeeter being annoying

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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…

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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.

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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*

[audrxyweasley]

So fun fact - it’s been a long time since I was like 15 writing my first (available) Percy Weasley fanfics, and since then I’ve ironically found myself involved in British politics and a small bit of me would LOVE to write a long fic starting when Percy starts at the Ministry that actually shows a lot of those very The Thick Of It (any British politico would attest to its accuracy) situations, processes and dynamics that I haven’t really found in this little corner of the fandom.

My concern is that I’d be taking a niche within a niche and one isn’t particularly relatable or recognisable to most of the readers I guess?

I can see a brilliant fic in it because trust me no matter how uptight someone like Percy seems, I’ve drank with those people, and they’re a lot wilder than you’d think and in charge of things that seem baffling to say they’re in early 20s, and I think exposing Percy and the audience to that would hold be funny and charming whilst still allowing it to slowly transition into this darker side of politics as it goes through time.

Anyway I’d love to hear anyone’s thoughts on it!

[shitakimooshrooms]

The worst part about binging fan content for stuff is that soon you run out of easily accessible new content. What’s worse is half the time I pick the most obscure character to latch on to so even if the fandom is churning out a ton of stuff, I’m lucky if I get more than one new post I actually like in a month. And on top of that, I also get into fandoms that are going through a drought of fan retention.

[aceofsages]

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

[percydarling]

My Pride and Joy

Chapter 2: Arthur

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye You were bigger than the whole sky

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Molly slams the door in his face. The other kids are holed up in the twins room, murmuring among themselves, saying what, he doesn’t know. All he knows is that he made a big mistake.

He hadn’t meant to drive Percy away, all he wanted was to caution his son against becoming a pawn. However, Arthur had lost himself when Percy decided to accuse him of being an ‘ambitionless fool who had led his children to poverty’

All he had seen was red at that moment and blurted out all the things he shouldn’t have said to his son. When arguing with Percy, it hadn’t felt like a fight with his son, rather a fight with one of his brothers’ or peers’. That had shocked Arthur.

He didn’t treat Percy as a son. He treated him as he would treat one of his co-workers.

He makes his way to the couch, readying himself mentally for the uncomfortable night ahead and hoping his back doesn’t hurt him in the morning.

Arthur wishes he felt guilt for what he had done but he didn’t. He did regret saying what he said to Percy but not enough to owl Percy and beg him back.

Arthur would not beg .

He sinks his body into the couch, the sensation of uncomfort crawls over him making his body hurt. He can’t. He cannot lie here, instead he sits up and stares blankly outside the window. 

A son. Arthur did treat Percy as his son, hadn’t he? He’d done his best with Percy, didn’t he? With Bill and Charlie it was easier, they were childish and immature in the sense that had mellowed over the years, yet they still could get up to mischief and require their dad scolding them to bring them back to their senses.

But Percy was just so mature, for his age! At any age really, bloody hell sometimes he made Arthur feel like a child! Him, a 40 year old man for Merlin’s sake!

It was..it was different .

During the war, the first one that is (because Arthur knows, he knows there is going to be another one, Dumbledore is right there has to be) Arthur was fighting, fighting for his family, for Molly and for his kids and his brothers and then he was grieving, grieving for his friends and for his brothers.

So many people died, so many innocents, so so many.

Arthur wasn’t the same after the war. Not the same person he was when he was with Bill and Charlie. The same with Molly because she too had been changed by the war, orphaned but not familyless, never familyless.

He didn’t have a chance with Percy. By the time Percy had seen him for the first time, he had learnt to walk, learnt to talk and Merlin he could talk! Arthur had never heard a toddler speak so fluently and that too with such a large vocabulary. He wanted to know Percy but then there were the twins and Ron and Ginny..

And that’s not an excuse. Arthur reprimands himself. It wasn’t fair to Percy, he wasn’t fair and it hurt him that he wasn’t as close to his third son like the others. It burns him from the inside.

He slowly gets up from the couch, adamant on not making any noise. Ginny’s a light sleeper, (especially after the diary incident), once she’s awake, she refuses to go back to sleep, the dark circles under her eyes keep increasing day by day.

He climbs up the stairs as softly as he can, skipping the step that creaks ( he had intended on getting that fixed, must have slipped his mind) and on the landing, all doors are shut except for one.

He must have forgotten to shut his door.

Arthur steps inside, the window overlooking the backyard where the hen coops are placed. It’s not a very large room. Suddenly, the house that had seemed so huge feels very very small in this space.

He sits on the bed, staring at the bookshelf that now seems half empty, 2 rows empty and the third row with half of the books filling it. Of course, he took his books, what would he do without them? Why did Percy hole himself up here all the time? It’s a ridiculous question to ask. Arthur knows why or he can make a decent guess - escape.

To a boy who grew up shielded from the terror, hiding from the world, maybe escape is all he can yearn for.

Arthur cracks a smile, he doesn’t reflect on the fight or words he’s spewed about. He had a fight! With Percy! In a roundabout wrong sense of the word (“Arthur have you gone mad?!” Molly scolds in his head) it feels good to fight with Percy. 

He has never fought with Percy, Percy never made a mistake that he had to punish him for. Never. Percy was bloody perfect, the pinnacle of ‘the perfect diligent child’. Even Bill had caused trouble before that had Arthur fuming! As he fought with Percy, it had made him feel like Percy was his child because whatever the kids may believe about Molly being the one with the temper, they got it from Arthur, the red flaming taste of anger, yes that was all Arthur.

It had made him feel so excited and pumped up because he was fighting with Percy, Percy of all people!

And it shouldn’t.

It definitely should not make him feel alive and feel like he’s energised and wants another go at someone. It should not and in the morning, he’ll regret thinking that. He’ll regret it when he’s thinking straight, he’s driven his son out of his home. 

Exiled him. That’s too big of a word to use but it fits the situation.

He lies down on the bed, it’s comfortable and warm. It’s Percys’.

Suddenly all that about feeling good vanishes as he hugs Percy’s pillow close to his chest and cries as softly as he could. Clutching the pillow, just so he could have something of Percy’s in his hands, he’s not sure how long before he could hug his son like this.

What had he done?