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george-fabian-weasley · 5 months
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Watching Kuch Kuch Hota Hai for the year (this is an annual event i dont make the rules) and I kept thinking about Avatarizing it HDKSHDJJD
Like I’m just imagining Jake as Rahul and then Neytiri as Tina and probably an OC as Anjali and OH THE SLOWBURN AND THE SILENT PINING AND THE YEARS WAITING UGHHHH
Though im thinking on how to twist the whole “oh btw im naming our first kid after ur best friend who silently is in love with you for years before i die like right now” thing into a sensible thing in avatar because technically neteyam is the first born and well BDKSJDJD IDK I DONT HAVE ENOUGH BRAIN JUICES FOR THIS
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george-fabian-weasley · 5 months
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randomly thinking about 2009!jakesully who just teleported into the future and found these two teenagers (who were actually his sons) and just had fun with them throughout the day without even knowing them (all he knows is the ponytail is lo’ak and the shoulder braid is neteyam) until it’s eclipse and the boys brought him home to see their parents and while atwow!jake is out and about, 2009!jake met atwow!neytiri and she just freaked out and thought he’s a demon lmao i might write this
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george-fabian-weasley · 5 months
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curious. anyway,
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george-fabian-weasley · 5 months
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Lawyer!FredWeasley Blurbs
@darthwheezely and I have been imagining what would Lawyer!Fred be like and I can FINALLY sit down and write about it ugh im sorry sophia but here’s your snack bby <3
— Lawyer!fred would the the top lawyer of London’s best firm before he went on to open his own. And all the best clients will follow him wherever he goes.
— Lawyer!fred would be littered with high-class cases that involves almost all respected figures of London but he would nitpick his cases, from tax evasions to murder because where’s the fun in accepting all?
— Lawyer!fred would be highly sought out due to his cunning skills in court, his keen observation and his expertise on breaking down every single person with just a simple question. How he does it? No one knows.
— Lawyer!fred always wins his cases, he never loses because this guy is as meticulous as he is thorough in his investigations. Anything about his client, he would know; not even the tiniest dirt can hide from him.
— Until…
— Lawyer!fred was bested by a rookie, someone new to the law industry, he had never even heard your name before until he watched you in court and just knew he found a worthy opponent.
— Lawyer!fred didn’t even hold a grudge, in fact he was impressed by your sets of questions to defendants, even more pleased with your opening and closing statements.
— Lawyer!fred would then hire you into his law firm, acknowledging your potential and wanting you by his side to create a line of powerful lawyers.
— Even the process of hiring you got Lawyer!fred amazed by your attention-to-detail to the contract (that he himself had purposefully put some questionable clauses as a test, not everyone passes), and he granted every single one of your demands after that, welcoming you into his firm (and might possibly into his heart).
— Lawyer!fred took you under his wings, as your mentor and your boss, you both enter court together and you soon made a name out of yourself, becoming the second most sought out lawyer in his firm (the first one being him, of course)
— Lawyer!fred didn’t expect to fall for you so soon when he had watched you on your own in court, so powerful, so enticing that you managed to have an aura to have everybody looking at you and actually listening, which is not a trait most lawyers nowadays possess.
— Lawyer!fred falls for your intelligence, your undeniably impressive skills in court, your ability to make something make sense in the eyes of the jury, your charismatic and magnetic presence in just about any room you’re in.
— Lawyer!fred falls hard, and he has no objection to it.
— While Lawyer!fred is skilled in dealing with law and crime and court, he’s not so skilled when it comes to wooing you, in fact, he was so obvious the first time he tried that you picked on it immediately.
— But Lawyer!fred diligently continued in hopes you would reciprocate his feelings. Taking you into a nice dinner, hanging out with you during the weekends, cancelling some of his cases just to be with you, the list goes on and on and on
— And you appreciated his persistence, and his presence, and his genuineness that you decided to give him a chance
— And boy, what a chance you gave him.
— Lawyer!fred would ask for your hand in marriage two years in, just a casual right before bed pillow talk when he suddenly ask, “Hey, do you want to get married?”
— Lawyer!fred would laugh at your widened eyes as he fished out the ring he had bought a month into your relationship, just casually sliding it into your finger (the perfect size, by the way) and said, “Looks perfect on you.”
— Lawyer!fred and you would have discussed the clauses of your marriage the next day, debating over who cooks and clean or who takes out the trash or should there be a prenup or not etc etc
— One thing you both agree on, is that neither Lawyer!fred or you would quit your job for any reason at all, especially childrearing.
— Lawyer!fred acknowledges your passion for your career and you acknowledged his, therefore you both added a new clause; no kids until retirement.
— Lawyer!fred and you both agree that being a lawyer is already a mentally challenging job, let alone childrearing on top of that.
— If so happens a miracle and you end up pregnant anyway before the wanted period, Lawyer!fred and you would discuss then on what to do (might probably keep it idk your choice)
— Lawyer!fred would marry you in a simple, private wedding, nothing too extravagant (unless that’s what you want) and would rather spend the money on honeymoon or a house instead (pretty sure he already has several but anyway)
— Lawyer!fred would NOT be the perfect husband, but he tries and that’s all that matters <3
— Lawyer!fred would argue with you as if you’re both in court, stuff like “Objection! Hearsay, I did NOT say it like that!” “Overruled! There was a hidden meaning!” “Hidden meaning?!”
— In the end of every fight though, Lawyer!fred would always apologise first no matter whose fault was it, because he couldn’t stand being distant from you for so long.
— “I’m sorry, that wasn’t very kind of me.” “I’m sorry too, I messed up bad.” “Nah, love, you made some strong points.” “You reckon I could use that in court sometimes?” “If the boot fits, why not?”
— In conclusion, Lawyer!fred and you would be known as the It Couple in the law industry, just being an iconic couple all around while slaying in court we love to see it <3
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it’s my first time writing blurbs so excuse me for this wonky settings! i’ll be better next timeee <3
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george-fabian-weasley · 6 months
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HIII! okay so i noticed that on one of your posts it said you would update in malaysian time and honestly that makes me so happy seeing another fellow malaysian!! hope to read more of your works!!
omg a fellow malaysian on tumblr??? this is like seeing a unicorn for the first time!! Hi, hello!!!
Baby, I already have 30+ works waiting to be read by you (if you like harry potter, that is 👀) so take your time slowly and enjoy my stuff! Thank you so much for the support lovely! 🥰😍
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george-fabian-weasley · 6 months
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Hi everyone! A quick note before I dip back; I just registered my first day of uni yesterday, so I was a little bit busy hehe sorry if any of you had anticipated some updates or new fics. Within next week I can assure you, there will be new works and updates queued up. I’m having my uni orientation tomorrow for a week straight so i might not be as active as I was before. That’s all, continue!
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NO BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU WHY THIS HURTS ME.
lo’ak feels less than. neglected. misunderstood and unloved. he does not feel seen, which is the most important thing, the deepest form of connection, to the na’vi. he tries so hard to be what his father wants, what he sees neteyam get praised for being.
a warrior. a protector. a fighter.
and who’s the mightiest warrior around?
Toruk Makto. His dad.
so he goes around to the seasoned warriors and the elders of his clan, asking for stories of Toruk Makto, specifically how he dressed. and the morning before the raid, away from his family’s eyes, he paints on pigment.
he wears his fathers image with pride, flying straight into a battle like a warrior.
and he stands in front of his father, upset but understanding in some way. he’s apologetic, but he doesn’t regret his decoration.
that is, until Jake says
get that crap off your face.
because when jake looks his son in the face after the explosion, eyes unfocused and body trembling, he doesn’t see a warrior.
he sees a soldier of war, battered and bloody.
and his fourteen year old son should not be celebrating that.
he sees himself in the worst way possible. no elder tells the story of those that died in the War.
Trudy. Grace. Tsu’tey. Eytukan.
they sing the songs of their lives, sure. but their deaths are never the focus.
when jake sees his son, decorated as he was, he sees heroic ignorance. he sees a child playing war.
he sees crap.
and jake is so tired of war, so tired of fighting. but he misses the point of lo’ak’s efforts.
look at me, father. do you see me?
and jake, terrified and fraying at the edges after seeing his sons in the middle of an aerial attack, says
get that crap off your face.
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george-fabian-weasley · 7 months
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was just laughing but then i remembered that neteyam's dead so now nothing is funny anymore
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george-fabian-weasley · 7 months
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I GOT MY FIRST CHOICE OF UNIVERSITY!!!!! IM CRYING IM SO HAPPY 😭😭😭
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george-fabian-weasley · 7 months
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how to train your dragon masterlist
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last updated; 04/09/2023
total works: 2
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An arranged marriage. A pair of assertive fathers. A pair of obedient young adults. A pair of newlyweds?
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She misses her spiky dragon. Cactus are probably the next best thing.
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the mad hatter — g. w. (chapter 5)
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Summary: It was court day, and you got to see each twin of the Weasleys work their magic. One; in murder, and another; in law.
Words: 4,058 words
Warnings ⚠️: tw!murder, tw!blood, tw!trauma, criminal law, thriller, angst, husband!george, sadistic!george, lawyer!fred, detective!reader, modernmuggle!au, Basically A Law&Order Episode
Disclaimer: what good way to come back compared to updating a long-awaited episode of a series i abandoned for 2 and a half years?! that’s right, nothing. lmao enjoy yall, pt. 6 is the final chapter after this!
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“See you soon, Angie!” You bid your friend a cheerful goodbye as the bus drove off. Angelina Johnson’s way was the opposite direction from yours, so the bus station was where you two parted after 3 years of police university together. Giving her one last hug and a goodbye similar to before, you began your journey home by walking.
You felt free, but at the same time clueless as to what would be the next step in your life. You looked left to right, taking in the view of Diagon Alley that you’ve last been 3 years ago. A lot has changed, but at the same time, it hasn’t changed at all.
“Well, that wasn’t here before,” you muttered to yourself as you laid eyes on a red building, with a giant puppet at the front. You watched from afar that there was still light inside the building, along with a few sparks flying by. You followed your gut and curiously walked towards the shop. You looked through the windows, a very wonky interior design, in a good way. “A joke shop, huh...” you mumbled.
“What else would it be if not?”
You flinched at the deep voice behind you, turning around quickly to see a tall man in a suit smiling down at you. Reading your expression quickly, he widened his eyes as he shook his hands in front of him, “Oh, I’m terribly sorry for startling you. That was not my intention, or at least it was until I saw how surprised you were,” He mumbled the last part.
“Do I know you?” You asked warily, hand ghosting the taser in your back pocket secretly. The ginger-haired man shook his head innocently, “No, no, you don’t. But to be fair, I don’t know you either. I just thought you were a customer,” He smiled.
“A customer?”
He watched you closely for a while, blinking several times. Huh, everyone in Diagon Alley knows who he is, their shop has been booming since the grand opening. “You have been long gone from here, haven’t you?” He asked playfully, a teasing smile on his lips. You looked at him up and down, clearly scrutinizing him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“This is my shop, I own it with my brother.”
You blinked, “Oh,” you voiced out. He watched your walls slowly going down with amusement. “Of course you are, silly me thinking you’re a dangerous man,” You chuckled embarrassedly, when you suddenly narrowed your eyes at him, “Which you’re not, right?”
He only smiled, “I’ll let you be the judge of that yourself. But may I invite you in, for a shop tour, perhaps?” He held out his hand as if asking you to dance. You still felt wary, as you eyed his hand. He saw right through you as he gave you a dazzling smile, “Come on, I don’t bite.” You huffed a smile at his charming manner and placed your hand on his, “I am quite curious to see your shop, mister…?”
“Weasley. George Weasley.”
“Well, that was fun,” You breathed out with a broad smile on your face, looking at George who had a similar grin. “I’m glad you enjoyed the tour, Y/N, it’s nice talking to someone who’s not my twin brother,” He playfully mused.
You let out a laugh, finding yourself already comfortable with George’s presence. He was kind, funny, and witty, not to mention his rugged handsomeness that you find contrasted with his personality was pleasant to admire.
“Say, I don’t do this often with my customers but,” He paused, his hand reaching the back of his neck shyly, “Can I have your number?”
You gave him a teasing look, “You sure you don’t do this often? That’s too good to be the first.” He chuckled, bashfully shaking his head, “No, no, the one doing it all the time is Fred. I’m more of the,” he scrunched his nose, “Shy and reserved type of person.”
You chuckled, “Right,” you nodded and he laughed, “I’m serious! I’m only this friendly to people I’m comfortable with and I feel,” His smile softened, “Very comfortable with you.”
You pursed your lips to not let the smile on your lips grow too big, trying to play it cool as you said, “I’ll give you my number,” You saw his eyes brighten up, “If you walk me home.” George scoffed in amusement as he grinned, “I can do that.”
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You snapped awake with a gasp.
Wh… What was that? Where am I? Where… Where did he go…?
Your thoughts ran wild as you panted heavily, your eyes wandering like bullets to your surroundings. You’re in your bedroom, all alone. The surroundings were dark, so you assumed it was around early morning.
It’s… It’s a dream…?
You noticed how cold you felt, and you felt like water droplets rolling down your skin. Ah, you’re sweating. Wait, you’re not just sweating.
Am… Am I crying?
Tears streamed down your face without you realizing it, and soon you were sobbing shakily. You had your mouth closed by your hand as you hugged yourself, trying to calm yourself down. That dream, almost felt like it was real. That dream had filled you with fear; you were drowning from it and suddenly waking up with no threat around you and realizing that you’re safe. Your body trembled with relief and nerve.
Was… Was that how it was supposed to go that night? If he had decided I was of no use anymore?
The choked sobs escaping your mouth had grown louder at the possibility of your thought. But at the same time, you were reminded of what had actually happened when you first met George all those years ago. He didn’t walk you home, but he did get your number and called you as soon as you arrived. He was so sweet and patient during the call, waiting for you to fall asleep first and then end it. He was kind and funny, you would’ve never thought that he killed his family when he was younger.
“Fucking hell, George Weasley,” you croaked bitterly, “You messed me up this bad.”
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George was silent as he watched Fred pace back and forth in front of him, a frown tugging down his face.
“Have you lost your bloody mind?!” Fred finally exploded, screaming down his throat. George simply gave him a blank look, unphased by his brother’s temper. “Just how much did you tell her? How much did you leak away without consulting me, Georgie?!” Fred seethed, his hands grabbing fists of George’s shirt angrily.
George looked down at his now creased shirt in Fred’s fists, and felt a tad of annoyance, “Off,” he said as he shrugged Fred's hands from him. Damn, now he looks more rugged than before. “I told her everything,” he later said and watched horror creeping onto Fred’s face.
“… Everything?” Was a whisper from Fred. Fred scoffed in disbelief, “Y/N is a witness! She’s your wife AND the detective on your case! The court will call her in for the hearing!”
“I know,” George said, a slight smile on his lips, “And she’ll tell them everything she heard. She’ll tell them, and I’ll be in jail forever.” George looked up to Fred, with a genuine smile, “Isn’t that what you wanted all these years, Freddie? For me to get the punishment I deserved after I killed our family?”
Fred was speechless, and George took the opportunity to continue with a chuckle, “I mean, c’mon mate, you studied law just to take me into prison, didn’t you? And look at you now, a lawyer with your own bloody firm!” George’s laugh echoed inside Fred’s living room.
“You like it or not, I created you, dear brother.” George’s smile was usual, but in Fred’s mind, it was sinister. Cynical. Unnerving.
“… Then why are you doing this?” Fred finally spoke up. “Do what?” George asked. “Why are you pleading not guilty? Why do you want to have a trial for something that you know you did?” Fred gave him a stern look, his jaw clenching.
“Ah, that,” George looked down at his hands, the metal ring on his finger slightly shining under the warm light.
“To get a heavier sentence and…” George’s lips curled into a gruesome smile; that even Fred felt shivers under his spine upon watching it, “To showcase my works to the world. This is my gallery of arts, after all. I'm an artist.”
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“All rise,” The bailiff said, “Department One of the Superior Court is now in session. Judge Regulus Black presiding. Please be seated.”
You were nervous, for some reason. Looking at the two redheads on the other side, you let out a deep sigh to calm your nerves. What are you even so nervous about? It’s obvious how the hearing will turn out. With sufficient evidence and everything, it was no doubt an easy win for the prosecutor's team.
And he would be in jail. Away from you, and away from Rafa. Probably for a lifetime or receive a death sentence.
But what if you messed up? What if you fell into Fred’s trap? The identical twin of George has always been cunning and slick, a valuable asset to have considering the career he’s having now. You’ve seen how he coaxed customers to buy products in the joke shop all those years ago, it was a seamless effort.
If Fred was anything similar to George, both of them would be the most notorious serial killer duo in all of Britain.
Your train of thought was paused as Lupin stood up, ah, the opening statements. All eyes were on him, yet his facial expression was as calm as the wind.
“Your Honor and people of the jury: the defendant has been charged with the crime of brutally murdering seven victims in the span of a few months. The evidence will show that the defendant had poisoned his victims with tea and macarons with dangerous chemicals inserted in them to intoxicate and slowly kill whoever was eating the two delicacies. The said poison, Strychnine, was found inside his apartment, locked in a tightly sealed drawer. The evidence I present will prove to you that the defendant is guilty as charged.”
Lupin proceeded to click the remote in his hand and the projector opened itself, revealing a slideshow of pictures. Following his words were the pictures from the crime scene; Ralph Wilkins laying on the autopsy bed with visible stitches across his body, and then pictures of the said poison inside a small vial in a rack of similar vials, all labeled with their specific names inside the drawer.
Murmurs and gasps began to erupt between the audience, the pictures of Wilkins were certainly unsettling. You glanced at George to see his reaction, but he did little to no movement that says he was horrified. Of course, he’s not, he did this.
You could’ve sworn that you’d seen a small tug on his lips as he enjoyed the slideshow.
"Shame, the public would've despised these pictures," George mumbled to himself, chuckling a little before clearing his throat to fix his expression again.
As the murmurs died down, Fred stood up, brushing invisible dust from his plaid suit. It was now his turn.
“Your Honor and people of the jury: under the law, my client is presumed innocent until proven guilty. During this trial, you will hear no real evidence against my client. You will come to know the truth: that there is no proof George Weasley is the so-called Mad Hatter. The evidence he had presented to you all is indeed true, but need I remind you that George Weasley is the owner of a joke shop. That means he created the products himself. Therefore naturally, he would have these vials in his workspace so he could invent more products for his business. Hence, I dare say that my client is not guilty.”
Damn, he does have a good point. While Fred is often the ‘seller’, George is the ‘mastermind’ who comes up with ideas for new products. One invents, and the other sells. But what would he create with Strychnine? Strychnine is commonly used in pesticides nowadays, and the shop’s target audience is mainly children. While that could lead George to be charged with alleged abuse of drugs, it won’t get him into jail for murder. You mentally took a note to tell this to Lupin once break starts.
“Alright, settle down everyone,” Judge Regulus Black’s voice disrupted the hushed whispers and murmurs. He laid his eyes on the prosecution side, “The prosecution may call its first witness.”
Lupin stood up, “The People calls in Richard Kowalski.”
As Kowalski had raised his hand and said the dialogues the clerk told him to, Lupin quickly started his duty. “Mr. Kowalski, are you the owner of Kowalski Bakery downtown?” Kowalski; looking fairly nervous as he kept glancing at George’s direction. Lupin could smell the fear coming off him so he stepped onto Kowalski’s lane of vision, blocking him from seeing George Weasley, “Don’t look at him, look at me, Mr. Kowalski.”
Kowalski blinked and nodded, “R-right. Yes, I am the owner of Kowalski Bakery.” Lupin gave him an encouraging nod and stayed there, helping Kowalski from seeing the ginger-haired man, “What do you sell in your bakery, Mr. Kowalski?”
“Uhm… bread, pastries, and sometimes ice creams.” “Is one of your products macarons, by any chance?”
“Objection, leading question,” Fred’s voice suddenly rang, and Judge Regulus gave a curt nod, “Sustained. Rephrase your question, Counsellor.” Lupin quietly sighed and nodded, turning back to look at Kowalski, “Mr. Kowalski, what more do you sell?”
“Oh,” Kowalski said, remembering suddenly why he was here, “Yes, we sell macarons too. Red macarons to be precise.”
Lupin gave him an appreciative nod and continued, “Are the sales with the red macarons doing well?” “Yes, it was a huge hit, we had long lines every day.”
Kowalski was cooperative with Lupin, he spoke truthfully and concisely. The court continued with Fred questioning the bakery owner, asking him if it was true that he had seen George Weasley specifically.
“Yes, I’ve seen him both times at the alley during the night, and the bakery during daytime,” He said, and Fred nodded his head slowly, in his hands was a clipboard of documents, “You’ve stated in your reports with the policemen that the man you met in the alleyway wears a black fedora hat and a black rain jacket, is that correct?”
“Yes…?” “Given the fact that it’s nighttime and the man you assumed was the defendant wore dark outfits all over, could you say for sure that you saw his face?” Fred began his argument, looking at the witness accusingly.
Kowalski paled, “I-I knew it was him-” “How exactly, Mr. Kowalski? You’ve never seen the man’s face, it could be someone else for all we know and my client would be wrongfully accused.”
“The man at nighttime has the same height as the defendant and there aren’t many tall men like him around here,” Kowalski argued, and Fred smirked, “Height? So based on heights, the man could be anyone in this town, could’ve even been me!”
“Don’t I look just like him, Mr. Kowalski?” Shivers ran up Kowalski’s back as Fred’s voice went low with a cynical smile. The crazy glint in his eyes, with the leaning towards the poor witness was enough to make Kowalski freeze in his seat, unable to look away, like a deer in the headlights.
“Objection, your Honor, speculative argument!” Lupin stood up, slamming his table. Fred easily pulled away and his eyes gazed with bore when he looked at the older man. “I rescind my statement, your Honor,” he spoke quickly, and Judge Black hesitantly nodded, “Wrap it up quick, Mr. Weasley.”
You clenched your jaw at the fun the older brother was currently having. Fred was really in his game, he was at home with the court, no matter what side he was in. He’s intimidating him, hell, you’re not even in the seat yet and you feel cold sweats on your back.
“Let me ask another question, Mr. Kowalski,” Fred licked his lips, looking at the man with a look only a prey knows and fears; predatory. Kowalski could only look down in terror, his hands slowly shaking with fear. “The alleyway where you claimed to have met with my client more than once is at the back of your bakery, yes?”
“..Y-yes.”
Fred nodded, clicking a button on the remote he was holding to show a picture of the alleyway on the projector. “Here we can see the said alleyway in the daytime, already so dark and mysterious, so how would it look like at night?” He said, looking at the jury group as he clicked the next button, showing a new picture of the alleyway at nighttime, looking darker and more ominous.
“With no streetlights at either end of the alleyway and only the occasional lights from cars that are passing by, this alley is completely pitch-black. And if that pairs with the statement from you that the man you claimed to be the Mad Hatter wore dark clothes, it would be near impossible for you to see his face, right, Mr. Kowalski?” Fred pressed.
“Uhm-” “And if you couldn’t see his face, you couldn’t say that my client was the man you met 2 months before 15th March, am I right?”
"T-They have the same voice-" "The same voice you say? Did you record your conversation with the man in the alley to back your statements?" Fred was ruthless, he was sweating down the poor man to his bones.
"Answer the question, Mr. Kowalski," the judge said, and the plump man blinked profusely, taking a staggering breath in, "No, I didn't record his voice. But I swear it's the same as that man there!"
He pointed to George who sat comfortably, and the ginger just nodded in his direction with a smile. That smile caused Kowalski to hitch his breath, cowering back to the seat in fear. Fred chuckled as he watched the shorter man, looking up to the judge smugly, "No further questions, your Honor."
As Fred went back to his place next to George, the younger of the two started to snicker. "What?" Fred mumbled, not even looking at his brother, instead his eyes were trained on the stack of papers before him. His smirk from earlier vanished as soon as he saw George from the corner of his eye. "I just find it amusing that the person who wanted me to rot in jail the most, is doing his best to defend me in court," George chuckled, a smile on his lips as he tilted his head to Fred.
"Why?"
Fred was silent, only the ruffles of papers were the sounds coming from him before he stopped his motions, looking at George straight in the eye; something he'd never been able to do since he stepped foot in court that day.
"I have a nephew who cried on the phone for me to save his dad. I can't let the kid down like you did, no matter how much I hate you," he said, and the look in George's eyes faltered. His whole expression softened at the mention of Raphael, someone he had completely forgotten about until now.
Not just someone, but his son. His six-year-old son.
"He called you?" George's question was met with no answer, as Fred decided that there was enough talk between the two of them that day. George rescinded back to his side of the table, biting the inside of his cheek. He turned to the back, searching for you. When his eyes met yours, you had to steel yourself not to look away.
You had to be strong.
Even when the dreams of last night hauntingly daunted your mind as you keep the staring between you two. It was until George mouthed something to you.
"Where's Rafa?" You mumbled as you read his lips, and George nodded. You simply shook your head, telling him that he was not there with you. He doesn't need to see his father getting trial for murdering former rapists, that was your duty as his mother; to protect him by any means necessary.
George simply turned back to the front after you answered. You.. You could've sworn he looked a bit dejected when you said his son was not here. Was he hoping to see him?
During that one second, you felt like that was your husband, George. And your heart felt like it had been impaled at the thought of your husband still in there somewhere inside that body of a man you could no longer recognize. How did things go wrong like this?
The first day of the trial ended, and you watched silently as George walked back with handcuffs on his wrists, accompanied by a warden. He didn't forget to search for you, though, and send you a smile.
It was just a simple smile, but goosebumps ran up your skin when you remembered what he did to those men, and what he was going to do with you in that dream. You didn't smile back, because why would you?
"Hungry?"
You jolted slightly, turning your head quickly in the direction of the voice next to you. You widened your eyes to see Fred looking down at you with a faint smile. "I was asking if you're hungry, I know a great place nearby," he said, standing next to you with his briefcase in his right hand, while his left hand was in his pocket.
"Why should I go with you?" You looked at him with scrutiny. He may be your brother-in-law, but right now, Fred was the only barrier between George and a lifetime of jail. And he was being a damn thick barrier.
Fred chuckled at your hostility, "Is that how you treat family? Come on, I haven't seen you in ages!" He exclaimed, a wide grin on his lips. His grin softened as he looked at you tenderly, "I just wanna see how you're holding up, Y/N."
You were quiet as you tried to organize your words and your feelings. You found yourself wanting to accept his invitation, you did miss the man before you. But that doesn't erase the fact that he plays a bigger part in the mess of chaos you are currently in.
"You knew… You knew all this time what George was like," You looked up at Fred, your eyes filled with anger and betrayal as you continued. "And you still let me marry him, have a family with him!"
"You don't get to see how I'm holding up," You seethed, standing up from your seat to get away from him as fast as you could. But Fred took hold of your arm, his grip on you was tight, "I thought he changed!"
His words caused you to halt your steps, your head turned to him in confusion, "What do you mean?" you pressed Fred. He sighed, licking his lips before finally letting go of your arm, "No, forget I said anything."
Now, it was Fred's turn to leave, and your turn to stop him. "What do you mean, Freddie?!" You pressed again, your eyes wide with urgency and desperation. "Nothing!" Fred shrugged off your arm harshly, suddenly feeling queasy and out of breath. He loosened his tie roughly, sighing as he turned back to you.
"Look, I'm sorry I yelled but I—“ he paused himself. You heard Fred grunting heavily from the base of his throat, almost letting out a sound like a growl before he spoke, "Yes, yes, I thought he changed. He looked happy when he was with you, so I didn't think his tendencies would come back. But it did and it's my fault, yes, I am aware of that," Fred breathed heavily after his rant, looking at you with defeat.
"But not everything is a lie, Y/N. Not even a psycho like him could lie for 10 years straight," he said, and you found your head more spinning than when before he opened his mouth. "What the fuck are you talking about?" You looked at him incredulously.
"He really loves you. He loves you and your son,” Fred sighed, he couldn’t believe himself, talking to a witness about his own client. If anyone finds out, his license would be in danger. But this isn’t an ordinary case. These people, these individuals were the only family he had left.
No matter how twisted, how vile.
“He loves you both so much, that I wholeheartedly believe,” he trailed off, not sure if the words coming out of his mouth next would be… appropriate, given the circumstances.
“Stop pausing between your sentences!”
Ah, fuck it.
“That he would even kill for you.”
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just a reminder that people who create fanwork do not owe you anything. writing fanfiction, drawing fanart etc is entirely voluntary and something that should be done for fun!! putting pressure on someone to put out the next chapter of their fic isn't helping anyone, especially since most fandom creators are students and/or have a job, and also just. have a life. they have friends and family and things to do. and to people who create content, thank you!! you're appreciated!!
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into the dark pt 1 — f. w.
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Summary: Would you sacrifice your love for Fred to save the world, or would you join him into the dark together?
Words: 1,875 words
Warnings ⚠ : fem!reader, slytherin!fred, boyfriend!fred, fluff, a bit angst, mentions of bullying, mentions of harrassment, TW: DeathEaters
Disclaimer: Death Eater fred sounded so hot and i needed to write some dark things to quench my thirst so here we go! Hope ya'll enjoy because I sure damn did ;) also this collected dust in my drafts FOR SO LONGGGG lemme free this lil demonic bird
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“Hello, love,” His breath tickling your nape made you slightly flinch at the surprise. You relaxed as you realized it was Fred and smiled when his arms wrapped themselves around your waist. “Hello, Freddie,” you chuckled as you turned your head to kiss his cheek.
He was hugging you from behind, and you could see a soft grin on his lips as he slowly swayed you both left and right. You purse your lips trying to contain your smile. Fred never fails to make your heart flutter, no matter how small his action was. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, and he nuzzled his cheek with yours.
He had asked you to meet him in his room after dinner during breakfast at the Great Hall. You had always spent time in his room after dinner anyway, so you were curious about what he would like to talk about with you.
Fred laid soft kisses on your neck, causing you to sigh out gently. His lips always knew where to kiss and where to touch, it drove you almost crazy at how he’s so good at it. Before you could dive right into the pool of ecstasy, you were snapped out from it as he took your wrist and led you to the chair by the fireplace.
Even when he’s born into a big family, Fred and his siblings always had the choice to have their own room in Hogwarts or not. Perks of having a successful father in the ministry, perhaps. The Weasleys are always known as the rich, pretentious, pureblood family. Next to the Malfoys, of course. Bloody hell, they’re actually very good friends with the Malfoys, Draco is good friends with Fred’s younger brother, Ronald.
“I need to talk to you about something, darling,” He gently said as he sat down on the chair, and you followed, welcoming yourself to sit on his lap. “Is it so important that you even asked me about it during breakfast?” You teased, playing with his red hair at the back of his nape. He smiled at your tease, before it faded slowly, “Well, kind of.”
You paused, your movement halted altogether, “Why? Did something happen? Are you okay?” Fred looked hesitant; nervous, even. He took a deep breath and looked at you, “Remember that one time I was called home in the middle of class and didn’t return until like days after?”
You nodded, “Yeah, your whole family was gone. You said it’s because a relative died.” He nodded, remembering how worried you were the day he returned. He smiled at the fond memory, before realizing the reason why he brought it up in the first place.
“Well, that’s not what actually happened…” “What? What do you mean, Freddie?”
“I think it’s best to just show you, I can’t really explain it even if I want to,” he muttered, sighing as he began to fumble with his right sleeve, folding it in until his elbow to show you. You gasped at the dark symbol on your boyfriend’s arm, it’s the Death Eater symbol.
Holy shit.
“Fred! Is it-” “Yeah, got it with George since we’re already of age, and Ron would get it with Draco next year,” Fred nonchalantly said; as if he's talking about the weather. And yet his eyes were scanning your expression carefully.
“This happened… On the day you disappeared?” you asked, and he nodded wordlessly. Your eyes were glued to the tattoo, the dark snake wrapped around the skull slowly slithered, and in some wicked and twisted way, you found the symbol…. Enticing.
“… Aren't you afraid?” he slowly asked, half expecting the best or the worst-case scenario. You slowly looked at him, eyes blinking multiple times, “Do you want me to be?” Your question caused him to snort a laugh, he shook his head laughing at the bizarreness of the whole situation, “No, of course not.”
“The last thing I want is for you to be afraid of me.”
There it is. The flutter. You licked your lips, trying to digest the whole thing, “Well, to be honest, I-I had seen it coming… but I didn’t know it would be this soon…” Fred nodded understandingly, already satisfied that you’re not freaking out like he thought you would.
You from a year ago would beg to differ, though.
“So, um,” you trailed off, unsure if it’s the right question to ask. Fred; being the attentive boyfriend he is, saw right through you and reached out to cup your face with his hands gently. He painted a soft smile on his lips, and nodded supportively, “It’s okay, you can ask.”
“Promise you won’t get mad?” “Have I ever been mad at you, love?”
“No, but you had been upset, though. So it still counts,” you shrugged and he laughed wholeheartedly, “It was one time and I’ve apologized for that for like a million times already. Get to the point, woman.”
You huffed a smile at the sound of his laugh and cleared your throat to ask him. “Are you one of them now? The… The Death Eaters?” He looked away for a split second, before he shrugged idly, “Technically. We won’t be active until we graduate, though. Perhaps just do some small missions, I guess.”
“How do you feel about it?” “Not doing dangerous missions?” His question made you laugh and shook your head, “No, being one of them in general.”
“Well, pretty excited, actually,” that’s when a huge grin broke upon his face, and Fred was grinning ear to ear. You understood where he's coming from, Fred was raised in a pureblood family with a pureblood supremacy ideology going on for generations. And naturally, following the pureblood supremacy, is the loyal worshipping of The Dark Lord. Fred has been taught his whole life that purebloods are the only worthy wizards and witches to perform magic, and while he doesn't necessarily agree with them (considering that you're literally a half-blood), he still couldn't escape from the other things.
You've taught him a lot over the past year that blood purity does not equal more or less magic. A muggle wizard is as worthy of magic as a pureblood wizard, because if they're not, then the magic wouldn't have chosen them in the first place. And while there are things that he was willing to learn about and change his way from discriminating against innocent people just because of their blood status, the thought of being the Dark Lord's follower is still considered sacred to him.
Somehow, you couldn't find any reason to be shocked, or scared. Neither betrayed.
“You should’ve seen the whole thing. It was huge and everyone was there. Even the Dark Lord was there when he made me that mark-” “T-The Dark Lord? He made this mark himself?” You find yourself flinching at the mention of He Who Must Not Be Named. You glanced at the dark tattoo on your boyfriend’s arm, and shivers ran down your spine. There it is. That fear.
“Well yeah, he’s the only one who can do it-” Fred halted as he realized you were frozen. “Y/N?” He called cautiously, looking at you as if you’re a ticking time bomb. And then he noticed. He noticed how pale you were, and how you were slowly trembling.
Maybe it just dawned on you that your boyfriend is a Death Eater now.
Understanding that it was a lot to take in, Fred smiled guiltily, “Hey,” he called again, and that was when you were snapped out of your thoughts, “Huh?”
“It’s late, why don’t we get some sleep, hm?” He gently asked, caressing your arm comfortingly. When you slowly nodded as you began to zone out again, Fred picked you up easily and walked to his bed.
He laid you down gently, and kissed your forehead, “Get some sleep, I’ll be right here if you want me,” he whispered. You numbly nodded, causing him to sigh quietly. Fred started to walk away; he needed to finish his homework before going to bed but halted as your fingers suddenly got a hold of his wrist. “Wait, Freddie…”
“Hm?” He sat back beside you, caressing the strand of hair that fell across your face. You looked down for a moment, before looking back at him and intertwined your fingers together with his, “I won’t run away. I won’t leave you, so don’t start thinking that I will. I-I just… I needed time to digest it all…”
Fred’s inside warmed up at your words, he softly smiled in gratitude, “I know, darling. And I understand. Take all the time you need, love. I can wait; I’m good at waiting.”
You couldn't fall asleep that night, thousands of thoughts were running in and out of your head. Fred was already beside you, soundly sleeping with his mouth a bit agape. You had a faint smile on your lips as you watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful and quiet, contrary to him awake and with a crowd; loud and just a pure menace along with George. You looked down on his arm, the arm with the dark mark. Even with the lights out, the dark mark could be seen. You trailed your finger lightly on the mark, moving along with the snake slithering around the skull.
As much as you're worried about Fred being a Death Eater, you're more concerned that other students would find out sooner or later. Hogwarts is a boarding school with its majority of students originating from light or muggle families. Only a few students are from dark families, such as the Weasleys, Malfoys and the others are allowed to enroll here.
If the public finds out about this… Fred would be doomed.
"I don't know what you're thinking, Y/N, but if you're worried about me getting exposed in school, don't be."
You flinched as you heard Fred suddenly speak, I thought he's asleep? "How did you know?" You asked. He was smiling with his eyes closed, "You're tracing my mark and you're furrowing your eyebrows. You're too easy to read, love."
You felt heat traveling to your face as you slightly smacked his arm, "How can I not be? This is a big thing, Fred, and our headmaster is literally one of the greatest light wizards of all time!" Fred finally opened his eyes and looked at you fondly, his hand idly caressing the side of your face.
"Look at you getting all worked up for me. I'm so lucky. Who else is going to be worried for me like this?" Your insides went warm as you heard his words, and his voice was groggy and deeper than usual too. Ugh.
"Don't try to distract me, Weasley! I'm serious!" You shouted-whispered as you smacked his arm slightly. Fred finally opened his eyes and laughed, embracing you into his chest.
"I've been hiding this mark from you for the last few weeks, love. I think I can handle the rest of the year," He mumbled in your hair.
And with that, the whole conversation of him being a Death Eater ends just like that. Never to be brought up again. But your mind couldn’t help but worry for the worst.
Let's just hope Fred knows what he's doing.
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george-fabian-weasley · 7 months
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'My sweet angels' I say with tears in my eyes and excitement in my veins as I construct the most hurt for my characters I can imagine.
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george-fabian-weasley · 7 months
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i don’t write fanfic for other people to read. i write fanfic because there is a concept rattling around in my skull and if i don’t get it out my head will explode
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george-fabian-weasley · 7 months
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avatar masterlist
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started; 04/09/2023
last updated; 04/09/2023
total works: 6
symbols; ❁ — fluff | ♚ — angst | ✵ — comfort
updating time; every friday (malaysian time)
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+ Sweet Scent: ❁ ♚ Read <ONGOING!>
When a certain son of the olo’eyktan finds a certain unknown flower that contains a certain… substance.
+ Braids & Flowers: ❁ ✵ Read <ONGOING!>
Neteyam is pretty skilled with his hands; archery, hunting, woodcarving, but the least thing he’d expected you to ask of him is to braid your hair.
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+ Tsireya: ♚ Read <ONGOING!>
based on conan gray’s ‘heather’.
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What if Tommy Sully lives and still let his twin brother have his avatar?
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After Neteyam’s passing, Neytiri seemed to be addicted to the spirit tree, desperate to see her eldest baby, unintentionally neglecting her other children. Based on Mitski’s ‘I Bet On Losing Dogs’
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When her date with Lo’ak clashed with Ronal wanting her to take care of her baby sister, Tsireya made a plan to just do both!
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george-fabian-weasley · 7 months
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spiderverse masterlist
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+ Notes App: ❁ Read <ONGOING!>
When Hobie took a hold of your phone and began rummaging through it, until he comes across of your Notes app, where all your inner secrets lie.
+ Alarm Clock: ❁ ✵ Read <ONGOING!>
Hobie didn’t want to wake up from bed, not when you’re snuggling into him like a teddybear, but Miguel can be such a pain in the ass.
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You just had to come when he’s at his most overwhelming state, where he was so shaken by his ‘job’ that Miles couldn’t even speak.
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Spending your second anniversary with Miles alone due to him having a mission, you find yourself having your own mission; finding little gifts he had hid around the house for you.
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Miguel is always so busy with work, so tired all the time and so cranky. He doesn’t have time for you at all. What if you just… leave?
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