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luvvyouforever · 4 months

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headcanons : harry potter boys x keeper!reader

↳ harry, ron, draco, neville, fred, george, remus, and sirius with a partner who can wield ancient magic (hogwarts legacy style).

↳ requests are open! submit ideas, drabbles, headcanons, or one shots to the link in my bio! don’t be shy <3

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harry potter:

-thinks it is the coolest shit ever! when you're in a fight together and you protect him by shooting a powerful blue bolt towards the enemy that disintegrates their very beginning, he feels so proud to be your partner!

-on the other side, he also knows it feels like to have a lot of pressure and power on your side. he worries about what it must feel like to wield ancient magic and be the only living person who can see it. every time you use it, he checks on you after, ensuring that you don't feel too exhausted and can continue fighting.

-supported you so much through the trials. he didn't need to know every detail of what you did and went through but he would hold you so tight when you came back, praising you over and over for being so strong and brave.

ron weasley:

-he's a little jealous, ngl. like his partner can use this sick magic and is responsible for keeping the magic safe and alive out of the wrong hands?? why can't he do that???

-i also feel like ron would be confused, if not a little angry, that you refuse to share the power and attempt what others have before (such as isidora using the magic to remove pain). he doesn't really understand the problem and feels like the keepers are suspicious.

-he'd brag about you alllllll the time though! like oh my god every second he would find some way to bring up the fact that you can do really awesome things and that you are his awesome partner forever!

draco malfoy:

-draco loves you a lot and finds your magic incredibly cool, don't get me wrong, but i think his family swayed his pursuit of you because wouldn't it be so grand if the malfoys had a keeper in their family? someone so powerful and knowledgeable? who would pass down the truth and their magic? yes please! (every time narcissa brings it up, it irks draco but also he pats himself on the shoulder for choosing you)

-wants to know every detail about the trials and the past and the memories you're viewing! you'll come back from a trial, sweaty and tired, maybe bleeding, and he'd help you first then ask hundreds of questions after.

-your use of ancient magic is not necessarily unknown and makes you quite popular among the students of hogwarts. this, however, makes draco really jealous. if he could, he would follow you everywhere, glaring down anyone who tries to make a move on you. before you go on adventures, classes, or just to the common room, he'll drape you in his slytherin scarf as if he was marking you.

neville longbottom:

-poor thing gets so nervous when you have to complete the trials or do something incredibly important for the sake of keeping the magic safe. he knows he can't go along with you but he'd stay by your side until the very moment you enter the map chamber, whispering praises and support the whole time.

-would heal up all your wounds and take care of you if you exerted too much during a fight. he knows how much everyone depends on you and the least he can do is take care of you properly! he would run you a bath, apply soothing balms to your skin or use his plants to heal you up, and cuddle you tightly!

-tries his hardest to not feel useless but sometimes it's hard when you're so strong and he's so...not. of course you'll always reassure him and give him the confidence he needs but very frequently, he gets really down on himself about it.

fred weasley:

-every day he comes to you with a new scheme that involves your magic. could you make a portal that leads from the dungeons of hogwarts to the top of the astronomy tower? it's important. snape is gonna get really mad when he goes into his office? can your magic fix that?

-begs, and i mean BEGS, you to let him come along on your adventures and battles. he wants nothing more than to support you and fight along your side! as long it's not a trial, you can't help but let him come along. you usually end up saving him after he pays a little more attention to the way your whip around the battle, taking down everyone effortlessly.

-speaking of paying too much attention to you, he thinks it is so attractive than you can do what you do! he gives you some time after fighting to recuperate but then immediately he is ON you. he's kissing you and telling you how hot it is when you turn someone to just particles.

george weasley:

-he wants you to teach him everything you can. there are some things that are just simply innate and can not be taught but all your tips and tricks when it comes to fighting will now be all of his tips and tricks. you two would just find some field away from the burrow and go at it, sending spell after spell at each other. georgie is just overflowing with adrenaline and it's a great way to get it out.

-deep down, a part of him wants to be protective of you. he wants to keep you from going out into danger and taking on dangerous tasks all for magic and some old people telling you what to do. but he knows better, trust me. he knows you can defend yourself just fine but he just wants to put you in a little bubble and never let anything hurt you.

-just like ron, he will brag about you whenever he can. everyone is sitting around the great hall table, talking about how it's so cool that you defeated a troll in one fell swoop and he just wraps his arm around your shoulders, a glimmer in his eye as he proceeds to say "yeah, aren't they just so amazing?"

remus lupin:

-fears for your health and safety so much! when you come back from a trial, he's hushing you and putting you in bed, feeding you chocolate and brewing tea until you feel better!! you are bearing the weight of centuries old magic all alone. the least he can do is take care of you!

-supports your decisions throughout your entire journey as a keeper. if you truly believe that releasing ancient magic to the world and using it for more than the original keepers intended, then he understands. if you want to continue to keep it hidden, he will not question your judgement.

-this is so fluffy but i feel like you figured out how to manipulate your ancient magic to floating, bright blue scenes and pictures. around remus's time of the month (said lovingly), you'll lay in bed with him and use your wand to paint pictures of animals, lakes, waves, stars, or, in more sappy moments, your future.

sirius black:

-he thinks it is SO hot that you can take someone down without barely blinking an eye. his favorite move you do is when you lift someone into the air and slam them down repeatedly. gets blushy and turned on excited every time.

-once followed you down into the map chamber only to be very harshly yelled at by one of the keeper's portraits. he just wanted to see what it looked like and to know where you go on dangerous missions!! who can blame him, truly? definitely grumbled the whole rest of the day.

-when you two get married, he refuses to let you take his last name and instead will either take yours or say screw it and come up with one! he doesn't want his family to have the gratification of having a keeper with the black family name. he wants you to shine for who you are and in another century, he wants your name to be yours, not his.

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ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey · 3 months

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Conclusions

Ginny's run out of her good parchment and has been reduced to using something she dug out of the bottom of her trunk, hating the way her quill scratches over the rough surface. As though it isn’t punishment enough to be writing about History of Magic, she’s got to do it on this piece of rubbish.

“Bloody, buggering fu–” she swears as the point of her quill pierces a hole straight through her conclusion. Apt, probably - it had been flimsy at best. There’s a metaphor here, somewhere.

“Revision going well, then?”

The wry voice startles her so much that she nearly upends her bottle of ink all over her weak – in more ways than one – essay. “Fuck, Harry, I’d no idea you were there.”

She blinks up at him in surprise and finds him smirking, standing at the table she’s claimed in a corner of the library, looking adorably entertained by her plight. His bookbag is slung carelessly over his shoulder, his hair mussed, his stupid face made more handsome by the teasing lilt of his smile. Her heart flutters a bit, because that’s just what it always does with him. She ignores it valiantly, and hates him for it, a little.

“Sorry,” he says, though he sounds more amused than anything. “Mind if I sit?”

“Course,” she says, gesturing to the seat opposite. “Can’t guarantee there won’t be more swearing, though.”

He eyes her holey essay as he sits, jerking his head questioningly toward the parchment. “What’re you working on?”

“Something for Binns.”

“Ah, I’d be swearing, too.”

“Fucking hell, eh?”

They share a smile, and Ginny reckons she’d be better off writing an essay about that - the way she knows exactly when he’ll find something funny; the way jokes fall a bit flat when the punchline isn’t his eyes seeking her out, green and piercing and flickering with amusement. She’d fill the parchment with ease.

It’s easy to write about something you can’t stop reading into.

Just like she’s madly reading into the way he’s shown up here - no Ron, no Hermione - and sought her out, like it’s normal, like they’ve been doing this for years even though they haven’t. It feels like they have, though. That’s the worst part of it.

“What’re you doing here?” she asks, like he might just come right out and say it - to see you.

He doesn’t. She pretends that she can’t be disappointed by what she expects.

“Transfiguration,” he says darkly.

“Where’re Ron and Hermione, then?” she prods, picking at it like a scab, like a masochist. I wanted to get you alone, she urges him to say. I’ve been trying to all week and I haven’t even been subtle about it.

“Dunno,” he shrugs. Scabs bleed when you pick them, incidentally. “I can survive an evening without them, you know.”

“Can you? I don’t reckon your track record is all that spectacular on that front, if I’m honest.”

“Hey, I haven’t died even once.”

“Right,” she jokes. “Angling for a new nickname? ‘The Boy Who Hasn’t Died, Even Once’?”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Rolls right off the tongue, that.”

“I’ll owl Rita for you. We can workshop something”

They smile.

She wants to shake him until he admits to it, confesses, like this thing brewing between them is a crime. She wants to lay all the evidence out in front of him, the aspiring Auror, and see what he makes of it. He can’t quip his way around the smiles and the banter and the looks he gives her. See, she’ll say, don’t you see?

He’s got shit vision.

They sit together for far longer than she’d planned to stay. At some point he adjusts in his seat, and his foot winds up touching hers, and he doesn’t even have the decency to move it. She fancies she can feel his warmth through their trainers, but no - it must be her own traitorous heart, frantically pumping warm blood to her foot like it’s the only part of her body that needs it, like the parts of her that aren’t touching him have ceased to matter because maybe they have.

Maybe she’s been distilled to the edge of her foot.

They talk about strategies for the Quidditch final, and OWLs, and argue playfully about which of her mum’s mince pies is the best. Ginny’s always fancied herself good at impressions, but she surprises even herself with her impression of easy nonchalance. All the while it’s building - each look, each smile, each easy joke they set each other up for feels like a firework she’s adding to the heap in her chest, ready to explode with the slightest spark.

You’ve got me alone, she tells him. Do something about it.

It’s nearly curfew. They start gathering their things, and still he hasn’t done anything. If he were any other boy, Ginny would cut through the bullshit herself, but something holds her back. She can’t fully articulate, unravel, why, but she needs him to be the one to admit it. She needs him to decide she’s worth the risk. He’s meant to be brave, isn’t he?

As she’s packing it away, Ginny remembers her abandoned essay, still punctured pathetically. She sighs, holds it up for Harry’s evaluation. “Think Binns’ll even notice?”

“Give it here,” he says, and she hands it over. He pulls his wand from his robes and waves it wordlessly, the gaping tear sewing itself together so it might never have been there. Ginny doesn’t know why she hadn’t thought to do that herself.

“Thanks. Only now, I’ve actually got to write a damn conclusion.”

He laughs and holds it back out to her. “You’re on your own.”

“Aren’t you meant to have a hero complex?” she quips, pushing the parchment back toward him. “Some useful saving-people thing? Have a go.”

To her immense surprise, he shoots her a wry smirk that sends a tingle through her stomach. “Alright.” He pulls out the quill he’d only just packed away, scrawls something at the bottom of her parchment, shielding it from view.

She’s gone utterly daft. Her heart is hammering in her chest, beating a tattoo on her ribcage; she wonders if her fingers are trembling as they reach across to take her essay back, fully convinced she’ll find the words Go out with me scribbled there.

In conclusion, he’d written, this essay is over.

She snorts, mostly at herself. She’s officially deluded. Cracked. What is wrong with her?

“Wow. Thanks for that,” she says drily. “How would Binns have known otherwise?”

He grins. “Anytime.”

“Totally unrelated, but do you offer refunds? Perhaps a voucher for another Harry Potter rescue at a later date?”

“Non-refundable. Sorry.”

“I’m going to be honest,” she lies. “I expected a better rescue than that.”

He shrugs. “You expect too much from The Boy Who Hasn’t Died, Even Once.”

She can’t help herself; she laughs. His eyes seek hers out - green, so green, twinkling with amusement and something that looks so fond. She’s going to set fire to the heap of fireworks in her chest, just to get it over with. She’ll explode in color, driven to madness by the boy who hadn’t died even once but who’d killed her, slowly, with smiles.

In conclusion, she thinks, I’m utterly fucked.

#hinny #canon compliant #hbp missing moment #it's still valentine's day somewhere #not here #but somewhere

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uhohwhathaveidone · 1 year

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If it’s possible can I request a Sebastian x Reader one where for Potions class they were told they will make Amortentia and everyone is going crazy thinking what they will smell. Just the pining between the two only for them to realize that yeah they like eachother? Please and thank you, hope you have a great rest of your day!

I've brewed you a potion!

Brewed Crush (S.S)

pt2 Tainted Crush

The idea of Amortentia sounds terrifying tbh. Remember how Ron acted to the love potion meant for Harry? Terrifying. Anyway, these two are so oblivious it hurts, I hope you enjoy! It's not as long, but i still hope it reaches your expectations. Sharp is a little shit in this too, he likes to see his students embarrass themselves.

You walked beside Sebastian down the hall, chatting about random little things. You had Potions next, and while you were always eager for a chance to mix ingredients and create things, word was that you would be working on a particularly dangerous potion, but that’s all anyone could say. Initially that would be exciting, but knowing you and Sebastian, you would probably mess it some and maybe even blow up the whole classroom. You shuddered at the thought. Sebastian, on the other hand, was incredibly excited about the idea of working with a dangerous potion, and he had racked his brain trying to figure out what kind they would be working with. “What if it’s a poison?” He asked, brows raised in excitement. You scoffed, shaking your head. “Why would they teach us how to make poison?” Sebastian shrugged, “I don’t know. It sounds like something they would teach us!” You let out a laugh as you turned the corner, meeting Ominis, who nearly ran into you.

“Ominis! You just returned from Potions, right?” Sebastian asked, pulling the two of you to the side. You studied Ominis, his face red and brows furrowed. He didn’t respond to Sebastian at first, and bit his lip. “Well?” Sebastian pestered, crossing his arms. “We talked about love potions.” Ominis said quietly. You stifled a laugh as you realized that Ominis was flustered, no doubt from whatever love potion they talked about. Sebastian, on the other hand, dropped his arms in disbelief, eyes wide. “Love potion?” Ominis nodded. You tilted your head, knowing that there were many forms of love potion out there. “What kind?” You asked, and Ominis looked in your direction, tightlipped. “The bad kind.” And with that, he walked away.

“It can’t be that bad.” Sebastian said as he walked through the door of the classroom. You nodded in response, thinking about what kind of love potion Ominis was talking about, when you bumped into Sebastian’s back. “Hey, come on now.” You huffed, trying to squeeze by him. Sebastian had frozen in place, staring at the board, staring at the words written on it. You made it past him and followed his gaze, eyes widening as you also read the board. Amortentia, the love potion that smells like what, or who, you desired most, and was considered one of the most dangerous love potions in existence. You shuddered, fear getting caught in your throat. “Let’s hurry to our seats before we get trampled.” You suggested grabbing Sebastian’s arm and pulling him to the seat you usually sat at. Sebastian looked at you, puzzled. “Isn’t that the potion that’s supposed to smell nice?” You nodded your head, “It’s supposed to smell like the thing you desire most.” Sebastian’s eyes widened and felt heat rise to his cheeks.

The two of you sat, watching as students poured into the classroom, chattering loudly as they saw the potion on the board. You swore you heard one of the girls shriek slightly when her friend told her what kind of potion was, and you mentally prepared yourself. Professor Sharp walked in soon after, eyeing some of the students as they chattered. His gaze found your own, and you could have sworn he smirked. He motioned for everyone to open their books, turning to the chapter about love potions.

“As you see on the board, today we will be working with Amortentia, a very strong love potion.” Sharp began, holding the book and walking to stand in front of his desk. “I want to express the dangers of this potion before we go and create it, and I will be checking each of you before you leave, if you decide to keep some for whatever nefarious reason.” You watched as the girl from earlier seemed to deflate, hanging her head low. You smiled slightly, nudging Sebastian. “It seems like someone wanted to keep a bit for herself.” You whispered, smiling up at him. His face hadn’t lost the red tint from when he walked into the classroom, and his eyes still seemed a little wide. You shook your head and turned back to Sharp, who had begun to go through the specific dangers of the potion. “Just so we are all aware, this potion does not make someone actually fall in love. The victim only feels the attachment, not the real feelings, which is what makes this potion so dangerous. You are lucky I’m sharing this with you today, but many of the ingredients are forbidden to collect, which means that this will be the only time you will be able to make this.” Sharp continued, and you sighed in relief hearing that news, glad that you would be safe if anyone ever wanted to use it on you.

Ten minutes of lecturing later and Sharp had begun to distribute the ingredients needed for the potion, also noting how much he gave each of you in case someone decided to take the rest of the ingredients. You nudged Sebastian, pointing to his cauldron. “So, what are you going to smell?” You asked, smirking. Sebastian stuttered as his cheeks became hotter, only to get out “uh, apple tart, of course!” You raised an eyebrow, “You’re attracted to the smell of apple tarts?” Sebastian nodded quickly, turning the conversation around. “What’s yours going to smell like then?” You bit the inside of your lip, knowing that you had no idea what it would smell like, except that it would more than likely be connected to Sebastian. “Probably marshmallows.” “Marshmallows?” “They’re tasty!”

You glared at the page, trying to figure out the instructions. The measurements seemed strange and unproportioned, and you began to think that you had it wrong. Turning to Sebastian, who had his tongue out in concentration, you looked at his instructions. “Do these measurements seem right to you?” You asked, watching as he places an odd amount of a green fern into the cauldron. He didn’t respond, deep in concentration still, and you shrugged, grabbing at his parchment. “Hey, I need that!” He said, looking down and finding the page gone. You compared the two pages, which were identical, sighing. “It doesn’t feel right. These measurements are way too uncontrolled.” You stated, handing the page back to Sebastian. He shook his head, tracing his finger back to where he left off. “You won’t blow anything up, it's fine.” You shook your head in annoyance and went back to placing ingredients into the pot.

You watched as the potion began to make steam, which swirled around the top of the cauldron and seemed to shine. You looked over at Sebastian to see how he was doing, watching him stir his potion one final time. You began to worry, afraid to get too close to the pot in case it had started to let off fumes. Which it did, of course. You were hit with the scent of burning cinders and wood chips, mixed with salted caramel filled your lungs. Your face warmed up instantly, and you recognized the scent. It smelled just like Sebastian. You looked around, looking to see if anyone else could smell your potion, praying that it only smelled that way for you. Your cheeks heated up even more as the warm scent filled your senses, and you glanced over at Sebastian.

He wasn’t having the best time either. As soon as he finished stirring the pot, he was hit with a big wave of vanilla and lavender, a scent he had smelled many times before. It was what you smelled like, and there was a hint of marshmallow; you had said they were good. He sat there, wondering if his face could even heat up more than it already had, knowing that the potion knew exactly what he felt. He liked you, of course, but he didn’t think he liked you that much. Ominis had teased him a bit about how Sebastian “Most definitely had a crush” on you, but the love potion was basically screaming out that he was in love, and he shook his head and looked around. Everyone had finished their potions, and Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief as he began to pack his things up, ready to escape before you asked him about his potion.

Professor Sharp had other ideas. “Now that you have created your potion, why don’t we tell everyone what we smell?” He had a sly smirk on his lips, seemingly like his whole plan was to embarrass his students that day. You looked over at Sebastian and shared a wide-eyed stare, fear written on both your faces. Sharp started at the row closest to him, motioning for someone to start. You felt your hands clam up, noticing that you were sat in the center, both a curse and a blessing. You wrung your hands anxiously as Sharp got closer, walking up to the students on the outer edge of your row. Sebastian would go before you, and he knew it. You could practically see the sweat on his forehead as his eyes followed Sharp, sucking in a breath when he stood before him. “Mr. Sallow. Do tell us what you smell.” Sebastian looked around, noticing all the eyes trained to him. “Uh, vanilla, sir, and lavender.” Sharp raised an eyebrow, knowing that Sebastian had another scent in the pot. Sebastian looked down at the pot, “and marshmallow.” Sharp watched Sebastian with a smirk and looked over at you, raising an eyebrow in your direction. You took a breath in, “I smell… wood chips…burning cinder…and salted caramel.” Sharp’s smile grew, “That is quite the combination.” He walked to the next student, and you and Sebastian released the breath you had both been holding. You glanced at Sebastian, cheeks warm, hoping he didn’t know that he smelled like that.

The two of you walked out of the classroom and quietly made your way to the dining hall for lunch. You awkwardly walked beside Sebastian, trying to cool off after what could only have been the most embarrassing moment of your life. Sebastian was deep in thought, trying to figure out where he had heard salted caramel before. He could faintly remember you telling him one day that he smelled like it, and had even asked if he was carrying any, which he was. His thoughts began to run faster than he could keep up, and he pulled you to the side. Surprised, you looked up at him. “Your potion, who was it about?” He asked quickly, trying to wrap his head around the fact that perhaps your potions were for each other. Your cheeks heated up again, and you looked down at your feet. Quietly, you responded, “It smelled like you.” Sebastian barely heard you speak, only catching what sounded like the word “you.” “Did you say me?” Sebastian began to smile, watching as you nodded. He grabbed your shoulders, making you look at him. “That’s…that’s great!” You looked at him, confused. “My potion… it was… it smelled like you too.” He smiled shyly as his cheeks heated up to match your own. “We had each other?” “Yeah!”

Once the two of you had gone through the process of properly confessing your feelings for each other, the two of you walked to the dining hall, a new goal in mind. What did Ominis smell.

#sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #harry potter imagine #hogwarts au #hogwarts legacy #reader insert #x reader #fluff #aesop sharp #sharp enjoys watching his students suffer im sorry #ominis gaunt #harry potter

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suugarbabe · 10 months

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I love the twins too!

Imagine Draco practicing the imperious curse o! different students and he does it on the reader and she starts acting differently but one of the twins (you choose 😉) notices and tells everyone and they try to break her out of it but he is the only one who can because she’s in love with him … or something like that lol

Ohh interesting interesting… I’ll give it a go

Under the Influence

pairing: Fred Weasley x Y/n

Warnings: None, lil fluffy

Things had been getting weird at Hogwarts. This year the school was hosting the TriWizard Tournament, and the school got yet another new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor Moody was not like the typical DADA professors that came through. It was rumored that he showed the fourth years all three unforgivable curses. Fred could only laugh in disbelief when his brother told him.

“I’m being serious!” Ron squeaked, still a little unnerved, “He showed us all three and he used a…spider.” He whispered the last word like it was more foul than the curses themselves. George rolled his eyes, “You’ve really got to get over that Ronald. Makes you look like a wuss.” Ron rolled his eyes, mumbling to himself before starting to stuff his face.

You walked up to your seat next to Fred to find the three brothers still discussing the events of the DADA class, as well as Ron’s fear of spiders. “You know Ronald you really should get over that fear,” you chimed in, the twins stifling a laugh. Ron finally piped up, “Moody really is mad, I’m telling you. Him showing us these curses like it’s no big deal is gonna cause the Slytherins to start bloody trying them.”

You scoffed, “Don’t even say that Ron, they can’t do that.” Ron raised his eyebrows, “I heard Malfoy was trying the imperius curse on some first years.” Your jaw dropped, moving to stand from the table “Absolutely not, where is that vile piece of sh-”.

“Woah there, love, sit back down,” Fred laughed, grabbing your hips and making you sit back down on the bench. You huffed crossing your arms and pouting slightly, “The next time I see Malfoy, he’s fucking done for.” Fred patted your head, “Okay darling, just be careful.”

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You had your head down as you were leaving potions, thinking about all the homework you had to complete that evening. As you turned the corner your body slammed into someone, nearly knocking both you and the other to the ground. You heard a scoff as a sinister voice scolded you, “Watch where you’re bloody going, Y/l/n.” You looked up to see none other than Draco Malfoy. You rolled your eyes, picking up your textbook you dropped on the ground, “Having fun torturing innocent first years, ferret boy?”

Malfoy glared at you, “Oh I’m having the most fun, but I bet I’d have more fun doing it to you.” You stood your ground in front of him, “You don’t have the fucking balls to do shit to me, Malfoy.” With that you pushed past him, starting to walk toward your next class. You didn’t make it five steps before you felt a tingling sensation come over you, then a blanket feeling of calm and relaxation, like you were in a trance. You felt someone’s breath on your neck before you heard Malfoy’s voice in your ear, “Looks like I’ve got more than you anticipated, Y/l/n.”

Your brain was telling you to freak out. To run, to scream, to do anything of your own free will but you couldn’t. You went to the rest of your classes in a trance, not fully being able to pay attention and just going through the motions. When it was time for dinner you walked toward the great hall like you always did, walking up to your table. Fred smiled at you, scooting over for you to take your usual seat next to him.

You ignored him, going to the other side of the table to sit next to Ron. You were friendly with Ron, but you were the twins' friends first. Fred’s smile fell, “Y/n/n, what are you doing?” You didn’t look up from your plate as you spoke, “Sitting next to the cutest Weasley.” Ron’s cheeks immediately flushed pink and George and Fred both looked at each other with utter confusion. Ron was opening and closing his mouth like he was trying to respond but you cut him off, “Don’t talk Weasle-be”. Fred tilted his head at the nickname, something felt off to him.

He looked past you and Ron to see Malfoy staring at you from the Slytherin table. “Hey, Y/n, did you ever run into Malfoy today like you planned?” Fred saw a smirk curl onto Malfoy’s face from across the great hall as you shook your head, “Nope, haven’t seen him.” He huffed, not quite satisfied with your answer, though the others seemed to shrug their shoulders and continue on with their meal. As dinner concluded you got up and started heading back toward your dorm.

The others followed shortly after you. Fred quickly caught up to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you off to the side as the others continued to pass. “Are you okay, y/n? You seem a little…off?” You shook your head, “I’m not off, I’m perfectly fine.” Your tone of voice was flat. You wanted so badly to scream but you just couldn’t force yourself to do anything. Fred quirked an eyebrow, “You don’t seem like yourself, love.” You widened your eyes slightly, the most control you felt like you had. You tried to pull yourself out of the curse Malfoy put you under but all you could do is make your eyes get slightly teary.

At this Fred grabbed your arm and quickly got you back to the Gryffindor common room, calling out for Hermione desperately as room as he stepped through the portrait hole with you in tow. He sat you down on the couch as Hermione came rushing down the stairs, “What is it Fred? What’s wrong?” The others were quick to follow her, seeing what the commotion was about.

“It’s y/n, I think somethings wrong. I think she actually did run into Malfoy today. I bet he used the imperius curse on her,” Fred was boiling mad, clenching and unclenching his fists. Hermione crossed her arms, “That seems like a stretch doesn’t it, Fred?” George nodded, “Yeah, Freddie, how can you tell?” Fred just shook his head, “I just know. I know this isn’t Y/n.” Your turned to look at Fred and he met your eyes, you could see it in his face how worried he was about you and it made your heart sore. You’ve heard of some witches and wizards being able to break out of the imperius curse on their own and you kept trying, but the best you could do is make yourself stutter over the response that wasn’t truly how you felt, “N-no, Weasle-be I’m f-fine. You can l-leave me alone now.”

At that Hermione’s posture stiffened, “Okay you’re right friend. The only person I’ve ever heard call you guys that is that slime of a boy, Malfoy.” Hermione stood in front of you, taking your hands in hers. You met her eyes as she spoke, “I can tell you’re trying to fight it y/n, you’re struggling saying what I’m sure Malfoy has instructed you for certain situations.” Your eyes welled up again as you involuntarily plastered on a smile.

The ground struggled with how to help you. Hermione educated them on ways to break the curse, that some powerful witches and wizard can break it of their own free will, while other times the curse can last until the caster has died. George, Ron and Harry all agreed to happily kill Draco for his actions. Hermione hit them all on the arm, telling them to be realistic. The last Hermione knew of was the curse just waring off. They discussed how long Draco may have set the curse to last.

Fred shook his head, “That goblin shit could have set it for a day to a month. We can’t just wait around and see.” He turned on the couch to face you, making your body do the same to him. He grabbed your face in his hands, your eyes meeting his. You loved his eyes. They were the prettiest color hazel, brown mixing with green in the most mesmerizing way. “I’m gonna try something, okay y/n? Don’t get freaked out, I just wanna see if it works,” he spoke, looking from your eyes to your lips and back.

Your heart rate started to pick up as you understood what he was implying he was about to do. He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, apparently not wanting the others to hear what he was about to say. “I’ve also just been wanting to do this for a while, so hopefully this works and you can tell me you’ve been wanting to do this as well.” The others stood, waiting with anticipation on what Fred could possibly do that they haven’t already discussed.

Fred leaned his forehead against yours, taking a deep breath. “Here goes nothing,” he mumbled. Ever so gently, Fred met your lips with his. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamt of this scenario for months. His lips were soft against yours, you wanted so badly to reach up and tangle your hands in his read locks and pull him closer. One of Fred’s hands slid from your cheek to the back of your neck to pull you closer. In an instant your hands shot to his neck, one arm wrapping around him as the other tangled itself in the hair at the back of his neck like you had been fantasizing about.

After another moment or two you pulled away, breathing heavily but a goofy grin plastered on your face. Fred looked at you with hooded eyes, “There she is, there’s my girl.” Your cheeks tinted pink at his verbiage. You turned to look at the others who just stood there, dumbfounded looks across their faces. George was the first one to form a different facial expression. Unsurprisingly it was a smirk as he spoke up, “I can’t wait to tell Jordan this. He owes me ten galleons now.”

You quickly grabbed a pillow, chucking it at the boy. You turned back to Fred, “How did you know that would work? That kissing me would help me break from the curse?” He shrugged his shoulders, “I didn’t know for sure, but I couldn’t just wait around and let a grease ball control you.” You smiled, brushing a piece of hair behind Fred’s ear before pulling him into once more.

#harry potter #golden era #fred weasley #draco malfoy #george weasley #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasly x reader #fred wealsey fic #nonny bo bonny

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41 letters…what the fuck.

The charges listed against Peck:

- SA of a person under 16.

- SA by foreign object.

- SA oral.

- SA with use of anaesthesia or controlled substance.

- Using a minor for SA.

- Sending harmful matter.

Drake Bell was sexually tortured by this man when he was only 15 years old and 41 pieces of shit wrote this kind of crap in support of his abuser….

James Marsden:

“I do intend to shed light on the fact that he has learnt his lesson…the earth would fall from the sky before Brian would think about doing something like this again.”

- ahh don’t worry everyone, James is pretty sure he would never drug and r*pe a child again so let’s just let him off on this one!

Taran Killam:

“Brian is fully aware of his misjudgement and takes full responsibility.”

- poor old Brian making that minor misjudgement when he decided to prey on a child, turn him against his father, against his family, isolate him and groom him then repeatedly SA him. Don’t worry he’s stepping up and taking full responsibility!

Joanna Kerns:

“There must have been some extreme situation or temptation exerted upon him.” and “ I would hire him today to work with children.” And "a good man that made a mistake, not a bad man who got caught."

- see that’s all it was poor Brian could not resist the extreme temptation, of course blame the 15 year old victim not the fucking adult, it’s always the same bullshit from these people I swear.

Ron Melendez:

“I also know the young man…I have met his family, seen his behaviour…I saw him pursue a friendship with Brian, maintain their close ties…Brian made a large mistake but it was not his alone.”

- surprise, more victim blaming, more trivialising. A mistake is forgetting to lock your door or putting salt in your tea instead of sugar…repeatedly r*ping a child is not a fucking mistake - it’s a fucking crime!

Tom DeSanto:

“Brian is ashamed and remorseful about his lapse in judgment.” and “ I met Drake…he seemed very fearful of his father and unable to communicate with him whatever sexual issues he was going through”

- again - broken record here but r*ping a child is not a bloody lapse in judgment! And again - victim blaming and suggesting his family were at fault!

Will Freddie:

“I can only reiterate how devastated Brian is and how these past events have forever changed him.”

- well thank god Brian is so devastated that he got caught - poor thing. The threat of prison probably has ‘forever changed him’ but I’m sure his inability to stop himself from SAing kids has done far more significant damage to his victims (and yes I believe he has more than Drake).

Kimmy Robertson:

“An outrageous, overtly gay, over-sexed person…he totally took advantage of Brian’s willingness to help.”

- the amount of victim blaming in these letters, particularly this one, is just astounding. The 15 year old boy took advantage of the 40 something year old man? Do you really truly believe that Kimmy? I’ll say it again for the billionth time - What. The. Fuck.

And this is just the snippet, there are 34 more letters - all I’m sure are variations of the above examples. The fact that we live in a world where these people not only do and get away with this shit all the time but also are supported so wholeheartedly when they’re exposed for doing it, is quite frankly terrifying.

I do not accept - we did not know the extent of what we were defending as an excuse here. You knew the charges it’s even clear in the letters themselves - you know it’s about the SA of a child (a child some of you even knew personally), you decided to disregard them, defend them or downplay them. You are only coming out now with weak-ass apologies because you have to - in reality you never thought those letters would see the light of day outside the court room.

I’m sorry but the amount of victim blaming, trivialising and excusing here is just more proof to be added to the huge pile of evidence that Hollywood is a cesspit, it does not care about victims, it does not care about children.

If anyone is still in doubt about the amount of systemic CSA in Hollywood please go and watch An Open Secret (whole thing is on YouTube)- a movie that they desperately tried to bury but is just as hard hitting as ‘Quiet on Set.’

#drake bell #brian peck #quiet on set #nickelodeon #kimmy robertson #james marsden #taran killam #joanna kerns #ron melendez #Tom DeSanto #Will Freddie #an open secret #drake and josh #dan schneider #hollywood #rant #letters #so off my usual vibe on this blog but I just watched the doc and my blood is boiling #though I guess my first name for it was ranty side blog so I guess it fits

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Miracles don't exist | 29: Sectumsempra

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Bathroom scene / blood / talk about dying [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Time passes by easily with Theodore by your side. Before you know it, the temperature outside is slowly rising. The days are spent outside, on a blanket wearing Theo’s hoodie and his head on your lap.

Hermione has also been spending a lot more time with you. She and Ron are not on speaking terms since he has gotten into a relationship with a girl you're not bothering to learn her name. Because if Hermione dislikes her, by extension so do you. And Theodore. It's the golden rule of friendship.

Harry's been too occupied with whatever he is doing with Dumbledore and that potions book he's always carrying around. Hermione has been complaining about it, how dangerous it is and that he doesn't know if this Half-Blood Prince is even trustworthy.

And Draco... He has looked worse for wear. The Dark Lord has been hammering about the importance of Draco's mission and he's scared to fail. He's getting desperate.

You look over to the brown-haired boy next to you, your head resting on your hands. He's dutifully studying, quill scribbling away some notes for a test you're supposed to take tomorrow.

"You're starring", mumbles Theo without lifting his eyes off the paper.

You shuffle closer to him, keeping your eyes on him. "Am I not allowed to look at you?"

He gives you a playful look and bumps his knee against yours. He looks at the other side of the Great Hall, towards the Golden trio. "Have you heard what happened to Weasley?"

That makes you look over. Something must have happened because Hermione and Ron are sitting next to each other again while his girlfriend is nowhere in sight. "No?"

Theo pushes his parchment away, fully turning his attention towards you. "Apparently he got poisoned by Professor Slughorn. He and Potter were in the professor's office and got something to drink and Weasley almost died. He also broke up with Lavender in his sleep."

"I didn't know you were so into Hogwarts gossip", you say, eyebrows raised.

He crosses his arms over each other. "I don't. Blaise and Enzo however won't shut up at night and it's driving me mad." He runs his hands over his face and lets them rest in his hair.

You hum, resting your cheek against his arm. "Why don't you come hang out in my room, Teddy? My roommates bring their boyfriends over all the time."

He glances at you through his fingers. "I've tried. But the stairs only allow boys in the girl's dormitories if a girl accompanies them."

You feel your cheeks heat up. "You've tried?"

Theodore pulls you closer to him by your knees, draping them over his legs. He lays a hand on your back so you can sit comfortably. "Believe me, baby, I've tried many different times and methods. Even with a broom the castle somehow finds a way to stop me..."

He pecks your lips and you giggle, pushing his face away and looking around if someone's looking.

And as your eyes are scanning around you spot Katie Bell walking in with her friend, a nervous look on her face as people whisper and point at her. Multiple people go up to her, hugging her and whatnot.

“Holy shit, Teddy.” You nod towards the Gryffindor girl who was cursed a couple of weeks ago. “I didn’t know she was released from St Mungo’s.”

Theo whips his head around and looks at the girl. "I didn't even know she was sent to St Mungo's."

"Guess Blaise and Enzo don't know everything." You poke your tongue out with a smile. Theo rolls his eyes, doing the same.

Behind Theodore, you see Draco entering the Great Hall. He stops in his tracks as he sees Katie Bell talking with Harry. He looks scared and guilty. He turns around and hurries out of the Great Hall.

"I have to check up on Draco", you say hurriedly, pressing a kiss against Theo's cheek and haste after your cousin. You find him in a bathroom, his tie discarded on the floor as he rocks himself back and forth. Water is running as your eyes meet.

He turns around and begins to sob. You rush towards him and embrace him, letting him clutch your blouse as he cries.

"I know what you did, Malfoy. You cursed her, didn't you?"

The two of you turn around at the sudden sound of Harry's voice. He stands at the entrance of the toilets. You quickly push Draco behind you, your hand on your wand.

You want to say, "you don't know what you're talking about, Harry", but before you finish your sentence, Draco's throwing a spell over your shoulder at the bespectacled boy.

You let out a yelp as Harry bearly dodges the spell and Draco pulls you towards the stalls. You press yourself against the wall, your chest raising rapidly. Draco drops to his knees and aims at Harry, who sends one back.

Multiple toilets explode, flooding the room. Your shoes and socks are drenched and you can barely think straight. You run towards the exit. But through a mirror you see Harry approach your cousin, who's not aware Harry has rounded the stall to the other side.

In an act of pure desperation, you push Draco away from Harry's incoming hex and it hits you instead.

You fall to the ground, the feeling of invisible swords slashing your face and body has you rasping and gasping for air. Your back and hair are drenched with water as you lay limply on the ground.

A pair of hands press against the gushing wounds as your head rolls to the side, eyes drooping as you watch the foggy windows. Draco cries above you, begging you to stay awake while he yells for help.

You've always suspected that you would die young. That someone discovered who your father is and that they would take revenge. Or that you would die at the hands of Voldemort. But you never expected it to be on the drenched tiles of the boy's bathroom, Draco weeping and begging.

A dark blob appears above your dwindling field of vision. You search for Draco, to see if the curse hit him too. But as you turn your head, you see Harry Potter backing away from you, his blue eyes focused on your slowly dying body. You see him run out of the bathroom before you close your eyes for a final time, welcoming the darkness.

You don't remember much between passing out in the puddle of your own blood to waking up in the Hospital Wing. Only two red-rimmed brown eyes, tucking you in.

When you finally wake, your body is sore. Your limbs ache and it hurts to breathe. You groan as you move, and immediately a pair of hands are helping you sit up, fluffing your pillow. Squeezing your eyes shut, you feel around for a familiar pair of hands.

"Teddy?" Your voice is hoarse and your throat feels like sandpaper. You cough and a glass of water gets brought up to your lips. Drinking much hurts and you push the glass away. "What happened?"

"Potter hit you with some curse that was meant for Draco. Luckily, Professor Snape could somewhat reverse the damage." He lifts up your blouse and a range of slashing scars adorn your stomach and presumably also your chest and arms. "You're pretty face is luckily fine."

Theodore comes into your view as he goes to sit on the hospital bed. A gasp leaves your lips as his eye sports a blooming bruise and his lip is split. He cradles your face and brings his forehead against yours. "You should see the other guy", he whispers before you have the chance to ask.

You grab his hand and he hisses. Theo's knuckles are busted up and bleeding again. He pulls his hand away from yours and wipes the blood on his trousers. "Don't you worry, okay? I've dealt with it and you're safe."

Looking away, your eyes travel across the infirmary. You and Theodore are the only ones, an oil lamp burns on the desk of the matron and gives the only source of light — outside of the sudden lighting that gives the large room an eerie look.

"Will you stay with me?", you whisper, glancing up at Theo. His eyes are focused on the windows displaying the storm clouds. You reach out and pull him towards you, into the small bed. The two of you get comfortable — Theo under you while your legs tangle together. Your face is in the crook of his neck and his arms are tightly wrapped around your body.

"Hermione came to visit just before dinner."

You turn your head upwards and raise your eyebrows.

"She was worried about you. And quite furious at Harry."

You say nothing, fiddling anxiously with the hospital covers. You don't know what to say, or how to feel. Only a heavy feeling fills your chest at the thought of Harry. You've never felt it before and it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight.

Theodore studies you, how you cautiously look around, like you're in search of something. Something that will hurt you.

He sigh, pulling you closer to him — if that even was possible. He rests his head on top of yours, saying nothing but his message isn't lost. He tells you you're safe with him, and you know it. You feel it. And it relaxes you. Slightly.

Just as the two of you lull into sleep, the door of the infirmary gets blasted open. Theodore is immediately out of bed, his wand pointed towards the intruder.

Nothing would have prepared you for the utter shock of seeing Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Grayback and a bunch of other Death Eaters standing in between the splinters of the blown-apart door.

"Hello, daughter."

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Hi I'm so freaking obsessed with your twitter.

Also what's your favorite Romione moment in the books and why?

ohohoho thank you, friend, i’m quite proud of some of the stuff i’ve posted on there B)

and as for my favourite romione moment in the books, when i read the question i first blanked out for a couple minutes, thinking of a bunch of smaller, sillier scenes. but then i remembered that i do have a favourite and it’s from chapter 11 of DH, when remus visited the trio at grimmauld place and filled them in on he goings on of the war -including the implementation of the muggle-born registry. ron’s response upon hearing this (after his immediate outrage) was

and it’s not just the hand holding and the “‘you won’t have a choice’ said Ron fiercely” that played out so vividly in my head like this:

but this scene demonstrates so perfectly the political weight of this pairing (muggleborn/blood traitor) which i think is the immovable narrative foundation of romione. all of their silly moments and idiosyncrasies aside, there is genuine narrative purpose behind this love. ron has always had an astute understanding of the blood supremacist politics of the wizarding world (need i remind that he was ready to curse shitco at the ripe age of 12 for calling hermione the in-universe slur) and just how wrong it is. ron is a pure-blood wizard and by design has so much privilege in this society bc of it, but by virtue of having parents like arthur and molly, he’s grown up knowing the importance of fighting against blood supremacist ideology. always.

so, after hearing about the completely horrifying muggleborn registry ("People won't let this happen," said Ron. "It is happening, Ron," said Lupin.), he immediately turns to his muggleborn best friend and love of his life and says “i’m making you a family member, i’m going to use the protection my family-name has and use it to protect you from the awful injustice of our situation, no you won’t have a choice but to let me help you”

i remember having such a… visceral reaction while reading this scene like holy shit .. these kids, THESE KIDS!!!!! this is the bone-marrow-deep love that makes me feel insane. this dynamic of the blood traitor/muggleborn always there, from CoS all the way to the epilogue. We get to see that romione is the story’s pure blood/muggleborn that finally made it (rip jily and tedromeda :(). we see it in hermione keeping her muggle last name after they get married (oh my god these two actually got married) and we also see it in the hyphenated Granger-Weasley (granger being first!) in their kids’ last names (oh my gof these two had TWO kids). they are a true symbol of change and progress in their world.

also this is one of those moments where i’m so glad that our only window to romiones relationship development is through harry’s narration because it so brilliantly shows the readers this blossoming love story instead of just telling us about it because harry obviously doesn’t have access to the inner thoughts of his two best friends, he can only witness them fall deeper in love. showing the audience acts of love is always more powerful and my god is this an act of showing your love to your beloved.

(and not to go on an unrelated tangent, but this is exactly why i could never ship my girl hermione w any DE or DE-adjacent character. no fucking way. not when the concept of a muggle-born registry exists in this universe, not when the antagonists in this story wish to eradicate people like her from their society. idk about the rest of y’all but im going to keep taking the narrative seriously bc the worldbuilding obviously has real world ties/implications and i like engaging with the canon. tangently to the tangent, i saw someone (a ron basher) on twitter say that ron, OUR RON FROM THE ABOVE EXCERPT, was “one bad day away from becoming a death eater” ohhhh ohhh i ought to beat you with sticks bc HUH? this is the same kid who said he would’ve boarded the train back to kings cross if he got sorted to slytherin, the house notorious for birthing DEs, at the tender age of 11)

anyways, all this to say is that romione is incredibly, realistically, materially romantic and i love them and i love their love <3

#romione #harry potter #harry potter and the deathly hallows #pro romione #bc duh #romione meta #hp meta #harry potter meta #toorumlk #nusreplies #my art #bc the hands #ron weasley defense squad

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Hello again! Thank you for your recommendations, I really liked several of them.

I wanted to tell you that I recently read Away Childish Things by Lettered and I loved it. This left me wondering, do you know of other drarrys who talk about the mistreatment Harry suffered under the Dursleys? I think it's very interesting to see the consequences of childhood abuse growing up and how someone (Draco in this case) can help heal that.

Hello friend! Happy to hear you’ve enjoyed the recs. Ahh yes, ACT is so uniquely cathartic - I still remember the awe I felt reading it for the first time, the emotional depth and character development are top notch. I can think of a few fics touching on Harry’s abusive childhood:

Timeshare by astolat (M, 14k)

“It’s not for long,” Hermione said. “By the time we get back to Hogwarts, the Unfettering Brew will be ready.”“Listen to you!” Ron said. “He’s got to get through a month with the Dursleys and a month at Malfoy Manor. With Draco Malfoy.”

Conquering the Dark by noeon (E, 24k)

Harry's a Healer specialising in the care of children, Draco Malfoy's an expert in neuromagic at St Mungo's. A difficult case forces them to work together and, in the process, unearths some of the trauma of the past, as well as the chance for healing in the present.

The Elusive Mate by 0idontknow0 (E, 26k)

Harry had done it (a) to save lives and (b) because the idea of him being Malfoy’s mate was clearly ridiculous, but now he had to tell Malfoy.

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered (E, 41k)

Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t.

A Piercing Comfort by talithan (T, 44k)

When Harry Potter hits the lowest point of his life so far, it is not his friends who keep him honest. With Draco Malfoy's patience and guidance, Harry learns to stand on his own. The thing is, after the fact—he's no longer sure he wants to.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E, 70k)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always.

Harry Potter and the elusive day off by pleasebekidding (E, 71k)

Auror Potter needs a fucking break. He is wiped. He is exhausted. He probably didn't intend to put himself into a magical coma but these things happen. And who cares, really? He is comfortable in a house where he has hidden away all the shit he can't deal with.

The Ordeal of Being Known by @lou-isfake (M, 146k)

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions.

#asks #Drarry reclist #Draco finds out about the Dursleys

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supercalifragipopculturevomit · 8 months

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THE BEST OF DANIEL BRÜHL

It’s dumb, honestly.

You get this seemingly brilliant idea of turning to foreign films so you’re forced to read subtitles and focus—a problem you’ve been noticing of late—but in doing so, you end up with a more destructive distraction.

“Who’s that guy, again? The one in all those international productions?” That’s how I found myself on my Daniel Brühl marathon-turned-obsession.

It was his role as the cute Nazi in Inglorious Basterds that first put him on my radar. Over the years, I would see him in The Fifth Estate, Burnt, Woman in Gold, The Zookeeper’s Wife, and The King’s Man. Midway through All Quiet on the Western Front, I was like, “All this needs is that German actor…” and I had to chuckle when he later appeared on screen. I also checked out the first season of The Alienist because I was intrigued by what he and Dakota Fanning as leads would do with such a spooky-looking show.

Adorable as he was in his breakout role in Good Bye, Lenin!, it was his performance in the critically-acclaimed Rush that caused me to spiral. Similar to when Benedict Cumberbatch took on the modern version of Sherlock, it was like seeing Brühl with new eyes. His playful take on Helmut Zemo in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier was the final nail in the coffin. I don’t imagine it’s all too different from what Tom Hiddleston did to fans of Marvel as Loki.

I’m actually at the tail-end of this obsession now that I’ve seen everything I can get a hold of—around 39 films, two TV shows, a documentary, a music video, countless interviews, a bunch of ads, and a handful of fan cuts—but he has a lot of works worth recommending so I thought I would share them on here. This will mostly be a subjective list with priority on projects I found most interesting which showcase his range best. Like, I enjoyed The Bourne Ultimatum but he was on screen for a total of 2 minutes so I wouldn’t include that here.

RUSH (2013) This biographical sports film written by Peter Morgan—the man behind The Crown—centers on the rivalry between Formula One drivers James Hunt and Niki Lauda in the 70s. Not a fan of F1 or sports in general. I have nothing against either, just zero interest. But this character-driven film, much like Ford vs Ferrari, had me at the edge of my seat the entire ride. And it surprisingly has one of the best meet-cutes—and accidental wingmen—I’ve seen yet.

Brühl delivers an Oscar-worthy performance in this role. For someone who needed a lot of convincing he could do the character justice, he truly went above and beyond. For one, he befriended and studied Lauda, the iconic F1 figure he was portraying. No easy feat considering Lauda being, well… Lauda. In interviews, Brühl recounts the story of the memorable invite he got from Lauda to meet in Vienna. This would be their first meeting and Lauda told Brühl outright that he should only bring hand luggage so he can piss off if they don’t like each other.

He would end up staying a few days and buying additional clothes.

He also spent a month in Vienna to nail the accent, making sure to capture the arrogance and irony innate to it. And although he got driver training for the role, he also considered the tiniest details like which went on first: helmet or gloves? There was also the tricky business of looking graceful entering a tiny F1 car—a bigger challenge for Chris Hemsworth who plays Hunt—but an obstacle all the same.

All the hard work paid off. It was well-received by audiences, critics, and the F1 world. The first time Lauda saw the film he went, “Holy shit, that’s really me”. Lauda’s friends thought he did voiceover work for it. Director Ron Howard was so pleased with Brühl’s performance that he went out of his way to show an unfinished cut of the movie to the producers of The Fifth Estate (2013). This gracious act would land Brühl the co-lead role opposite Benedict Cumberbatch.

GOOD BYE, LENIN! (2003) Can't tell if it's just because the two films have the same composer and were created around the same time, but this tragicomedy set in East Germany reminded me so much of my beloved Amélie. This is definitely more dramatic and political but it has that same mix of whimsy, heart, and charm. With its budget, it was meant to be an indie film, but the story of a son who would recreate a faux-socialist world to keep his mother alive captured the heartstrings of audiences, not just in Germany but also worldwide. Brühl plays the son and his success with this film was a double-edged sword: although it would open doors for him internationally, he would also be typecast as the “nice guy” in his home country.

INGLORIOUS BASTERDS (2009) This has one of the best, most intense opening sequences in all of cinema… and one of the greatest villains. In this wild alternate universe from Quentin Tarantino, he rewrites the ending of World War II. It’s the right balance of dark, hilarious, and entertaining—my favorite from the auteur’s works. Here Brühl plays a cute and charming Nazi, which is very confusing to the senses.

Aside from Brühl, it was also my first introduction to Christoph Waltz, Michael Fassbender, and Melanie Laurent—all fantastic European actors who’ve crossed over to Hollywood after the success of this movie. “Crossing over” seems ubiquitous now but, at that time, giving most of the lead roles to then relatively unknown actors must have been a risk. But for this, it was necessary. Language plays a huge part in this trilingual film and casting native speakers grounded it in authenticity. Tarantino originally had Leonardo di Caprio in mind to play Hans Landa. Whether he meant for him to learn German or to speak English with a German accent, who knows. Either way, it’s safe to say that would have been a different film.

THE EDUKATORS / DIE FETTEN JAHRE SIND VORBEI (2004) This anti-capitalist film, which has become a cult classic, captures the spirit, idealism, recklessness, and angst of young revolutionaries who just want a better world. Where one stands on the measures taken, or even their sentiment, can be considered a litmus test. With or without reference to this quote from the movie—“Under 30 and not liberal, no heart. Over 30 and still liberal, no brain.”—is up to the viewer.

There needs to be a suspension of disbelief for the series of events that takes place but the setting is necessary for the clash of worlds to happen. It’s not a perfect movie but the issues they debate about in length… they’re still discussions we’re having nearly 20 years later.

p.s. this has my favorite behind-the-scenes of all of Brühl’s projects. Though he hasn’t lost his sense of humor, he seems to have become more reserved as he got older. HERE, at this period in his life, he’s a total goofball bordering on loose cannon.

THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021) Though I’ve enjoyed quite a few MCU movies, I’m not invested in the universe at all, so watching this wasn’t a priority. In fact, I was ready to settle on YouTube compilations made by devoted fans of all the scenes Brühl was in. Upon seeing clips, however, I got intrigued by his character so I still ended up watching the miniseries and also Captain America: Civil War (2016).

Both were better than I expected. Civil War is more serious, while TFATWS is more playful, but both face relevant issues along with formidable foes. Brühl’s villain in Helmut Zemo is fascinating because he tears the mighty Avengers apart with mere patience, fury, and intelligence… and his motivations are understandable. He lets his character loose in TFATWS—at one point, on the dance floor—and it’s magnificent. His mission is still the same, but this time he does it with a lot of charm, humor, and fabulous Sokovian style. A Turkish delight, personified.

ME AND KAMINSKI / ICH UND KAMINSKI (2015) Brühl’s Sebastian Zöllner is a repulsive and sleazy journalist who has greasy hair and wears too much cologne but I can’t get enough of his chaotic energy. His magnum opus is hitched on a legendary artist dying and his fantasy is to turn the orphaned daughter into a sugar mommy. It’s all kinds of messed up but he plays the hell out of the smarmy dirtbag so it’s a lot of fun. This is Brühl’s second collaboration with Wolfgang Becker, who directed Good Bye, Lenin! Daniel Kehlmann, the writer whose eponymous book this film was based on, would later write Brühl’s directorial debut, Nebenan.

NO REGRETS / NICHTS BEUREUEN (2001) This is reminiscent of the slightly problematic but highly enjoyable teen comedies and coming-of-age films of the 90s. It’s like an edgier Can’t Hardly Wait: boy goes through cringe-worthy measures to get the girl he’s long been pining for, his two closest pals have nothing but dumb advice to offer, yet he still ends up on the path to self-discovery. It’s awkward, chaotic, frustrating, and beautiful—but such is adolescence.

Brühl and his co-star Jessica Schwarz fall in love on the set of this film. And although they would break up years later, the tenderness between their scenes together is palpable and there’s something rather bittersweet about seeing that captured in perpetuity.

For a more straightforward rom-com, he has Lila, Lila (2009). It’s about a guy who passes off a manuscript as his own to impress a girl and the hilarity that follows. It’s on YouTube for those who need a fun and light watch.

THE ALIENIST (2018 – 2020) Based on the novel of the same name, this moody psychological thriller set in late 19th century New York follows a psychiatrist—then called an Alienist—who investigates a series of grisly murders with methods still considered new and controversial at that time, such as psychology and fingerprinting. He gets by with a little help from his friends, John Moore, an illustrator for the New York Times, and Sara Howard, a society woman who works in the NYPD.

In the lead role of Dr. Laszlo Kreizler, Brühl plays the dark, complex, and mysterious Alienist whose study of mental pathologies and deviant behaviors reveals much of himself and his past.

LESSONS OF A DREAM / DER GANZ GROßE TRAUM (2011) This film is loosely based on Konrad Koch, an educator and pioneer who brought football to Germany in the late 19th century. In the movie, the sport is used as a means to pique students’ interest in the English language and culture—both considered barbaric by the Germans at that time. A heartwarming tale of a teacher who overcomes insurmountable odds and inspires students along the way, it’s the German equivalent of Dead Poet’s Society.

ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT (2022) This story, the third adaptation of the 1929 novel, “Im Westen nichts Neues”, conveys the futility of war like no other. There aren't as many films on World War I as there are on World War II, fewer ones that tell it from a German perspective, so this is doubly unique in that regard. Powerful watch but 10/10 not like to relive it again. Apart from producing it with his company, Amusement Park, Brühl plays Matthias Erzberger, the German State Secretary who pushes for armistice talks with the Allied forces.

An ideal companion watch to this would be Joyeux Noël / Merry Christmas (2005), another WWI movie Brühl stars in, which depicts the unbelievable Christmas truce between French, German, and Scottish soldiers in 1914. His linguistic ability shines here as he shifts between German, French, and English effortlessly. (Half German, half Spanish, Brühl speaks a total of five languages: those three plus Spanish and Catalan.)

The Zookeeper’s Wife (2017) and Alone in Berlin (2016) also recognize the bravery of defiance at the height of tyrannical regimes. Although between the two, I would skip the latter.

JOHN RABE (2009) This biographical film set in China tells the incredible true story of a German businessman who uses his Nazi Party membership to create an International Safety Zone in Nanking. This was in the late 1930s, during the Rape of Nanjing. In this six-week carnage by the Imperial Japanese Army—which includes sexual assault, mutilations, and killing contests—upwards of 200,000 Chinese are brutally murdered. The protective zone manages to save around the same number of civilians.

Brühl doesn’t play the titular Rabe, but his character, Dr. Georg Rosen, is one of few Westerners who decides to remain and protect Nanking even as conflict escalates. Dr. Rosen was a German Diplomat instrumental in the creation of the safety zone.

p.s. with all these heroic roles in his catalog, I’m convinced Brühl would be a frontrunner to play President Volodymyr Zelenskyy, should a movie be made about him and Ukraine’s conflict with Russia. You heard it here first.

NEXT DOOR / NEBENAN (2021) This is Brühl’s directorial debut. Here he plays a darker, fictionalized version of himself. Definitely not for everyone but quite enjoyable if you’re familiar with his major works and public persona, appreciate the ingenuity of one-location movies, and delight in British-style meta humor.

Pre-requisite viewing for maximum enjoyment: Good Bye, Lenin!, Captain America: Civil War, and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

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Tis the Season... Mistletoe Season

Pairing: George Weasley x Best Friend!reader

Characters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Best Friend!reader, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Arthur Weasley (briefly mentioned), Bill Weasley (briefly mentioned), Harry Potter (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Shenanigans, this is crack I swear, use of mistletoe, Reader is late to the crushing on a Weasley twin game, fluff, slight angst (at the end), reader has the best friendships with the twins, mentions of the war, mentions of... Fred (I somehow can’t not mention him when I write for George)

Word Count: 2,256

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“I know someone who has a crush on you,” Fred whispers in a sing song tune.

You don’t look up from your essay, adding a coma where you see it needs to be. “Are you sure that it isn’t you, Fredbear?”

“I still prefer Fred the one with Fabulous,” he lifts his hand, swishing his hair all about. “Hair but whatever.” Fred yanks the nearest chair and sits on it with his arms crossed.

“No, no, no,” you repeat. “No sitting.”

“And, why not? You saving it for someone? The real someone who has taken a liking to you for some reason.” You scoff, shoving his shoulder. “I’ll have you know, Fred that I’m a delight.”

He nods, pretending to listen as he stares off into the space in front of you. “You still coming over?”

“And break Molly and Arthur’s hearts? No thanks mate. I’m not that crazy.”

“Same time?”

You think about it for a minute. “You mean when you drag me home with you?”

“Yes.”

“Same time.”

“You better be ready or else I’m leaving without you.”

“You’re the one that’s late. Last time, I went out and you weren’t there so then I figured you’d forgotten because you had other plans involving your pranks and I went to Diagon Alley.”

“I was on time,” he scoffs.

“You showed up three days late.”

“Whatever. You better have everything you need before you come over.”

“I will because I’m leaving Hogwarts with the Weasley clan.”

“You are?”

You nod, returning your attention to your homework. “I am, I’ve already written to your mum about it, and she can’t wait.”

“I don’t know if I should be concerned or not that you’ve talked to her.”

You turn towards him, head resting in your palm, fingers curled settling on your cheek.

The sarcastic and dark smile sends a shiver down his spine. “And you wonder why I don’t invite you to help George and I with pranks.”

“Oh, shut it!” You shove his shoulder. “You lie.”

“I would never,” he says with his right hand over his heart. “Scouts honor.”

“You have no idea who or what the scouts.”

“Harry said it.”

“Ah.”

You barely walk through the hallway to your usual meeting spot with Fred when you hear his voice.

“Finally. Let’s go.”

You scoff, “can’t even be a charming mate and help me with my bag. You can clearly see I’m struggling here.”

Before he could respond, someone took your bag from you. “Thank you, George. I’ll buy you a chocolate frog as repayment for your kindness.”

His brothers jaw drops open.

“Don’t you start with me, Fred. Your brother has been more helpful than you, therefore he deserves a nice treat before we go home to the chaos.” You start walking ahead of the two, not wanting to hear Fred being a little shit.

“Told you.”

“Told me what,” George grumbles, hoping that the cold air will take away some of the warmth from his cheeks before you could see.

“She fancys you. Why is this so hard for you to understand?”

“Her offering to get me something on the train doesn’t mean she likes me.”

“The only other time she got someone a chocolate frog was our second year and she bought it for that idiot Bobby.”

George pauses, taking in this new information he’s just learned. “Wasn’t he the bloke who stood her up?” He continues to walk towards the train.

“Exactly,” Fred nods. “She liked him, so she bought him a chocolate frog. Now she likes you and wants to buy you a chocolate frog.”

“Maybe- Maybe she’s just being nice.”

“I’m nice but I don’t buy people chocolate.”

“That’s because you eat it all before anyone can get to it like the toad you are.”

“That was uncalled for!” Fred shouts, chasing after his brother.

You turn around, realizing neither of them are behind you only to run into something.

“Sorry,” his voice comes out quiet.

You lift your head from his chest and realize it’s George. You shake your head, smiling at him. “It’s alright, better you than the other one.”

He chuckles.

“Are you alright though?” You step back, placing your hands on his forearms as you check him out, making sure he’s not injured. “Oh, you’re looking a little red. Are you sick?”

He shakes his head, lowering it to hide his embarrassment. “I’m fine.” A piece of paper slides by his foot. “Look up. Tis’ the season.”

He can hear Fred snickering off to the side, his nerves are teetering closer to the edge of full-fledged embarrassment. He slowly lifts his head to find a bundle of Mistletoe beside you. He walks away from you, rushing over to Fred so he can bear him or spell him, whichever comes first.

You notice the note and bundle, covering your mouth to hide your nervous and excited smile.

George comes back, his hand on your back as he guides you onto the train. “Let’s go.”

“Are you sure you’re, okay?”

“Would be better if my brother would stop being such a prat.”

“Good to know we agree on something. Oh.”

“What is it?”

“Sit with me and you’ll find out.”

“Prank Fred?”

You nod, a wide smile dancing across your lips.

“Good.”

“I have a notebook full of ideas.”

“Perfect.”

He finds an empty seat for three even though you’ll both try to kick his brother out. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

“Hey, can I-”

“No.”

“I’m your brother, Georgie. Let me sit with you.”

“No.”

“That’s rude to say to your best friend.”

“I have George, that seems like plenty of company to me.”

“Why do you hate me?”

“Should we let him in before he causes a scene?” You ask him.

“If we do, we won’t be able to plan anything.”

“I know what to do. Don’t you worry about that.”

He stops when he notices you two have stopped whispering.

“Come in and shut it.”

“Good. I was worried I’d have to do something Ronnykins in order to have a seat.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

“Gladly... but-” Fred raises his hands when he sees your glare. “Alright, alright. I’ll shut up now.”

“Oh, look at you, dear.” Molly greets you with a smile, arms wide open for a hug. “Have they been feeding you?”

“Fred stresses me.”

“Oh, that won’t do. Fred!”

You snicker into her embrace.

The boy hops down from the last few steps, wondering why he’s being called down like he’s in trouble until he sees you.

Now it all makes sense.

“Why have you been putting stress on your friend?”

“What? Stress? I haven’t-”

“Don’t try and deny it. Look at her.”

“She looks fine.”

“Fred Weasley! You little-”

You sneak away while your friend whines. You stare up, knowing that he’s around here somewhere.

His head pops over the railing, his arms crossed as he leans over slightly.

You give him an okay hand signal with a nod.

He smiles, waving you up.

You look back, making sure no one is watching so you can escape.

He backs away from the railing, leaning against the wall as he waits for you.

You snicker as your foot touches the last step, “Oh that was too funny.”

“It was. It’ll be funnier later.”

“I hope so. Do you think he'll know it was us?”

He shrugs, “maybe. Maybe not. He’s gonna try and blame us but we won’t break, right?”

You shake your head and hold your hand out for him, “I’ve got your back as long as you have mine.”

He shakes your hand, holding onto it longer than a normal person would.

Ginny’s voice travels up as she runs up the stairs bringing you two out of your mini staring contest.

‘He has really pretty eyes- oh no.’ “Uh- I gotta- bye.” You pass the youngest Weasley and run down the stairs.

You stop in the kitchen, resting your back against the wall. ‘I fancy my best mate’s brother, who’s also my best mate.’ “Oh Merlin,” you head falls back, resting against the wall.

“What’s got you all flustered?” a mumbled voice comes from beside you.

Your head snaps over at his. “Noth-nothing Ron. All good here,” you give him a nervous smile.

He narrows his eyes at you, taking another bite out of his snack.

“Ignore him,” Fred shoves the boy away from you. “Good plan you two created back there. You should be proud.”

You narrow your eyes at him, ignoring him as you search for your bag.

“What’s got you all red? You’re face practically matches my hair.”

You march in front of him, index finger a mere few centimeters away from his chin. “Shut up.”

“Calm down,” he pushes your hand away from him.

All of a sudden, he’s on the ground and you’re being pulled away.

“Wha- George?!”

He sheepishly smiles. “I’m back.”

Neither of you say anything.

“Would you two look at that? Why is that- Hermione, is that what I think it is?”

The girl stares at him with furrowed brows, unsure of why she’s been brought over and then she sees it.

A quiet, “oh,” escapes her. “If you’re talking about mistletoe, then I do believe your right, Fred.”

“And what is that?” You ask, jaw clenched.

A mischievous smirk takes over, “if I remember correctly when I asked Harry, which I do. You and whoever stands under the mistletoe must share a kiss and not- not on the cheek or the forehead or anywhere else. I know you and loopholes.”

“That,” you point up to the bundle, “that is- is holly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“No, it’s not,” you whine.

“Fred,” George starts.

“No, Georgie boy. You’re not getting out of it today.”

“Out of what?” You ask him.

“Oh, look at that. Ron’s choking- we’re coming to save you brother of mine. Have fun, you two.”

“What did he mean by that?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing,” he rocks on the balls of his heels.

“Liar.”

“Well, now that’s just rude-”

You take a step closer to him. “How is it rude?”

“You called me a liar with no proof,” he tells you, also taking a step forward.

“Well, maybe it’s because I know you and I know when you’re lying.”

“Only Fred can do that.”

“You forget, I can tell the two of you apart.”

He nods, eyes focusing on your lips. “You can.”

You try to respond with a witty comeback only to feel his lips smashed against yours. It takes you a second for your brain to process his movements but before he can pull away, you eagerly return the kiss.

“Finally… wait, does this mean you two are gonna be doing this all the time?” Fred has the audacity to ask (when he was the one pushing you two to get closer for the last few months.

You two part, his hands on your waist, yours wrapped around his neck. You share a look with him and glances back at your friend.

“Yes,” the two of you say in sync.

“Oh, Merlin.”

You giggle, turning to look at George again. “Good holiday so far?”

“Best one before I ask you a question.”

“Hmm. What’s that?”

“If I tell you now, it’ll ruin the surprise.” You pout but he makes it up by showering you in affection.

After Fred and George decide to open WWW, Weasley Wizard Wheezes, he proposed to which you happily accepted and got married after the war.

You would have chosen to do it sooner had their older brother, Bill, not planned on getting married around that time.

But you both had something to honor him. You used the pin he secretly made when he found out George had begun to fancy you. It was a prototype then and once the shop was open and he had proper tools and supplies he was able to successfully make a one-of-a-kind hair pin that popped out a small veil.

The only reason you found it was because Fred had, at some point, stuffed it into your jacket pocket before you all left for Hogwarts.

You thought your fiancé had barely just fallen asleep when you began weeping as you read his note.

I always knew he would ask you to marry him and, look at that, I’m right. Ha!

This is the first and only of its design, don’t lose it or else I’m gonna be upset when it’s time.

Put it in place and it’ll work, I promise.

P.S. I better be best man. I don’t have the right figure for a maid of honor dress.

Warm arms and shaky hand pulled you close to him.

And George, he wore Fred’s friendship bracelet, the one you made (during one of your crafting stages) after the two of you decided you were gonna be friends and pranking partners, if there ever called for a time.

It was the only thing Fred wore on his wrist since it was “special”. Also, he would never switch with him if they pretended to be the other.

You two didn’t leave each other’s sides during this time but as time went on, you two slowly began to get help regarding your trauma while learning how to heal and not lose one another. It pains you to say but, it’s possible that your friend’s unfortunate death brought you two closer and more understanding of how special it is to know someone and have the kind of bond you two do.

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Fic Recs Wrap Up February 2024♡(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭*･:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

where all the veins meet by eight_of_wands @saxamophone

It’s the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort’s soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now? His friends try to help, but the only thing that can hold his attention—one of the only things that ever has—is Draco Malfoy, out on parole and weirdly hanging around the British Museum. As they keep running into each other, Harry sees that Malfoy is different, and he wonders if he can be someone else, too. Featuring rumpled band shirts, poker games everyone hates, fumbling sex, and a Harry going a little mental over how wands even work. Rec Post

The Secret’s in the Telling by Verayne @veraynes-blog

Draco Malfoy suffers the unthinkable when he is turned into a werewolf. How is he supposed to live any kind of life afterwards, especially when Potter continues to stick his unwanted nose into things? Rec Post

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout @6balls

Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?” Rec Post

Tapestry by Kbrick @kbrick

In 2017, Harry is on his way to Pansy and Luna’s beach house. He’s a bit terrified of seeing Draco, to be honest. It’s been a while, and then there’s the little matter of Draco having married someone else in the interim. In 2001, Draco is drunk, wearing Pansy’s mother’s ermine coat, and afraid to walk into the Leaky because someone might throw a curse at him. So, of course, he runs into his ex-nemesis and hopeless crush, Harry Potter. This is a love story that isn’t perfect, about two people whose timing is never quite right, and all the moments that come together to make something extraordinarily beautiful anyway. Rec Post

Sense of Doubt by FibromyalGIA

Normalcy is driving Harry insane, and just when he thinks it can’t get any worse, he’s invited to Draco Malfoy’s hearing as a witness. Drama ensues. Rec Post

Canary Creams and New Yellow Paint by dothechachaslide

It’s not Draco’s fault that Potter is seeing things and Scorpius’s campaign to be the Ministry’s Creature Liaison is struggling, it’s not. Draco didn’t ask for Potter to walk into his Ocularistry Clinic in Northern Ireland fifteen years after they last saw each other, demanding to know why the Spectroculars Draco invented malfunctioned while Potter was painting and cost him an eye. Scorpius hadn’t asked for any of that either, though, so when Potter and the rest of Draco’s patients start to see mysterious symbols through their prosthetic eyes, and the resulting blow to Draco’s public reputation drags Scorpius’s campaign through the mud, Draco is determined to fix it. If that means trudging through a boggy moor in search of a fictional species Luna thinks is causing their problems, Draco will just have to pluck up the courage, march in with a team of Gryffindors, and be ready to battle any beast they meet. Even if that beast looks less like the large, bipedal talking toads they find and more like the Ministry of Magic as a whole. Rec Post

Draco’s First Holiday by Meowfoy @resilientkitteh

Draco catches Blaise cheating, breaks up with him and decides to leave his French Villa behind to swap houses with a woman named Hermione and her husband Ron. His relaxing vacation becomes far more interesting when a handsome stranger (Harry) knocks at his door in the middle of the night. They meet and get to know each other, and suddenly Draco feels much better about his decision to leave France behind for Britain. Rec Post

Englishman Extraordinaire by BlueSundayCake @bluesundaycake

When Draco’s life goes to shit, he gets scammed. Maybe it’s for the best. Who doesn’t love new beginnings? Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well!(ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ━☆ﾟ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･.*･｡ﾟ*:・ﾟ✧

Mirror Mirror by epiphany_dex

Harry’s new year starts with a bang when he encounters Draco Malfoy at the Ministry Ball.

(Never) Let Me Go by maraudersaffair @maraudersaffair

Harry and Ginny are married, but she abandoned him for her Quidditch career overseas. He is lonely and desperate for love and very interested in sleeping with a man. Then, one night at a party, Draco Malfoy whispers in his ear: Do you want to leave with me? Harry knows he should say no, especially since a scandal would ruin his chance at becoming Head Auror, but Malfoy is entirely too fit to pass up the opportunity.

Another Mind Game by May_May_0_0

Harry’s occlumency reveals his disturbing home life which sets off a chain reaction that cannot be undone. Snape finds himself begrudgingly caring about the bespectacled boy, Harry discovers what it's like to have adults who care, and Hermione finds herself becoming an accidental crime lord. Draco Malfoy is very much along for the ride, in all senses of the word. A ridiculous blend of hilarity and tragedy, Another Mind Game is the multi-faceted fanfiction you didn't know you wanted but will absolutely adore. Featuring a sassy Harry Potter, good friends, and a great deal of sarcasm.

Dragons Don't Know Paradise by teacup_tai @teacup-tai

In 2004, when Remus spends two scary weeks in the ITU due to complications of pneumonia and his HIV condition, Sirius walks around the house like a ghost and Harry finds comfort and strength in Draco through a chat in an online LGBT forum. Harry falls for him, but Draco has a lot of secrets and, before long, will need to come clean—even if he believes that no one is able to understand a dragon. This is a story about falling in love online and about facing the reality of death, but above all, this is a story about hope, finding love and acceptance.

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all! xoxo Carey (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

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Last Halloween: Chapter 15

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

You waited for Jessie to get to the station before you got out of your car. The second you saw her face you felt empowered by her presence, alone. There were two of you now, and you knew realistically there were four of you.

"Jess, thank you," you said, giving her a hug. She immediately removed the folded up piece of paper from the back pocket of her jeans.

"I hate to even let anyone else see this," she said, passing it over to you.

"This was hanging on the cork board in the coffee shop," you explained.

"Fuck this town," Chrissy breathed the words.

"Fuck a handful of people in this town," you corrected her, walking fast toward the entrance to the police station. "I want to get Joel's story out there so *they* are the outcasts. I just don't know how to do that."

The two of you burst through the doors and into the station where a woman in uniform sat behind a desk with a cup of coffee, typing away at a computer. Her eyes lifted when you entered and she stopped what she was doing to address you both.

"Can I help you?" She rose to her feet.

"Hi." You squinted to read the rectangular name tag on her chest. "Officer Tate." You were thankful a female officer was on duty. "I'd like to report harassment."

Joel walked across the dusty lot, wiping some sweat from his forehead with his arm. Despite the chill in the air, the physical nature of the job had him rolling up his sleeves.

"Hey, kid," Ronnie addressed him, despite only been ten years older. "I'm not one to eavesdrop but your friend there, the girl, has called you a few times and your phone's been buzzing with text messages. Only saw it because it's plugged into my computer."

"What'd they say?" He removed a pair of gloves and headed toward the office door between two garage bays.

"I tried not to read them. Not my business but I did see one that asked you to call her whenever you got the message."

"Thanks, Ron." Joel hurried inside, wondering wha was going on and hoping no one was hurt.

He read through the series of messages first and felt his a rage brew through him as he pictured Vic Champagne's face.

"You mother fucker." Joel typed frantically back, agreeing to meet at the police station; though in the back of his mind he had the urge to swing by Vic's house on the ride over.

"Is everything alright?" Ronnie had entered the office just after hearing Joel's reaction.

"I gotta go to the police station." Joel balled his fists and had the urge to swipe everything off the desk. He wouldn't dare. Not when it was Ronnie who would suffer from the outburst.

"Is everyone alright?"

"Physically." Joel nodded and let out a deep breath. "Tell me not to go to Vic Champagne's house and kick the ever loving shit out of him."

"Don't go to Vic Champagne's house and kick the ever loving shit out of him," Ronnie echoed. He walked up to Joel and put a hand on his shoulder. "Whatever's going on, go take care of the people who matter. Don't seek vengeance on the people who don't."

Ronnie's words sobered him up. They brought Joel's inner need to spiral out of control down a notch. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then reopened them.

"Here." Ronnie dangled a set of car keys in front of him. "Take my truck. I'm in the middle of doing an oil change on your bike. It needed it."

"Thank you." Joel nodded. He squeezed the keys in his hand, hard enough to feel the discomfort of the metal teeth against his palm.

"Don't go to the Champagne house," Ronnie repeated in a tone that was a combination of fatherly and friendly.

Joel nodded again and then hurried to the edge of the lot near the gate where Ronnie parked and burst out of the place, speeding off toward the police station.

It wasn't more than fifteen minutes later that an old, red Mustang with the top down entered the junk yard. It was so stealthy that Ronnie hadn't realized anyone had pulled up until they were walking into the bay where he worked on Joel's motorcycle.

"Can I help ya?" He asked, setting a pan down where the old oil had drained. Ronnie brushed his hands together as if it might get the blotches of oil off of his skin.

"Yeah, gunna need an oil change and tire rotation."

Ronnie was about to respond when a second man entered the garage.

"Oh, and we're going to need you to hire some new employees," the second man spoke.

Ronnie looked directly at the second man. Vic Champagne.

"Well, speak of the Devil."

"You know what I mean when I say that right?" Vic challenged, walking past his beta wolf partner in crime.

"Vic.. leave the kid alone," Ronnie spoke calmly.

"Leave the kid alone?" He huffed a sinister and exasperated laugh. "Look, this time of year is causing me to have some serious PTSD." He smirked as he said that as if not believing it, himself. "I'm just working on strategies that may make me, ya know, feel better." Vic flashed a villainous grin.

"All I can offer you is the oil change and tire rotation," Ronnie told him. "Would you like to make an appointment? I'm like two weeks out."

"You're two weeks out." Vic looked down and whispered the words with a little laugh.

"What are you looking for here, Vic?" Ronnie put his hands out to the sides and at the same time switched his gaze to the motorcycle.

"Is this his?" He smirked and answered his own question. "Yeah, that's his." Vic's eyes scanned the room and he rushed to grab an oversized hammer from a toolbox.

Ronnie stood in his path as he moved towards Joel's bike. "Get out of here," he instructed, though was bombarded by Vic's lackey from behind, who tackled his stocky body to the ground.

Vic laughed wildly, like a rabid hyena, and proceed to take the hammer to the mirrors of the motorcycle, and then to every other part he could demolish and dent until the bike was almost unrecognizable. Ronnie shouted at him as he wrestled with the other man oh the ground.

"One more thing." Vic kicked Ronnie in the face on the walk by and grabbed a knife, slicing his way through both tires. When he was through he was breathing heavy with another satisfied smile on his face.

His sidekick lifted Ronnie's head up by his air, purposely yanking on it to cause him more discomfort. "If Joel Miller still works for you by tomorrow, this ain't the last you'll see of us."

Vic kicked the bike over and waved with his fingers for the other guy to join him. The two of them hopped back into the red Mustang, peeling out so dust and dirt flew dramatically everywhere and then left the junkyard.

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yourwalkingdeadmf · 8 months

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Blood red l

This is going to be a carl grimes x reader Smith negans daughter

Y/N'S POV

I was there at the line-up when my dad killed those people how could he do that to those people the people of Alexandra I love my dad but I can't be here with him his gone mad so I have decided to leave I don't where I'd go but anywhere but here

CARL'S POV

Its been 3 days since negan killed Abraham and Glenn it been really hard on the girl especially Maggie all I know is that I will get my revenge on him for what he has done my dad I'd pissed but not as much as me and not only that but ever since I got here eind won't get off my ass don't get me wrong I like Eind but as a friend and she doesn't feel that way she wants to date which is weird because she broke up with Ron for me when I didn't even like her and then ron shot my eye out and now he is dead a she doesn't care but u can't tell her what to feel but I so much shit on my mind I need to go on a run

Carl: dad I'm going to go on a run

Rick: no Carl we were just attached by negan you could get hurt

Carl: dad please I need to empty my mind please

I say as I practically give him puppy dog eyes

Rick: fine but take this

He hands me a walkie-talkie

Rick: contact me if any goes wrong and stay close

Carl : thank you

I get up and grab my stuff and leave

Y/N'S POV

It's time I got my stuff and food but u need to get of here will my dad is to busy fucking one of his wife's yes I said one my dad is an asshole and wants more then one woman to fuck

I walk to the gate in the Sanctuary and climb out through a hole It's not big enough for walkers but it's is for me I'm small I get out and start running but then I a walker comes out of nowhere so I hide because I have no weapons I know stupid but I couldn't get any but then the walkers was killed shit

CARL'S POV

I was walking and I see a girl hide and then a walker I slowly go over there and kill the walker and the point the gun at the girl

Carl: get out of there and put your hand up

The girl nods and gets up

Y/N'S POV

I nod at the boy who told me to get up so I did

Carl: what's your name

Y/n: y/n

Carl: how many walkers have you killed

Y/n: I don't know I don't count

I say as I roll my eyes

Carl: how many people have you killed

Y/n: 1

Carl: why

Y/n: he tried to rape me

I look away

Carl: it's ok some tried to rape me too

I look at him

Carl: Carl my name is Carl

He puts out his hand for me to grab so I do

Carl: do you have a group

I nod yes

Y/n: but there bad people and im not I hate that they hurt innocent people

Carl: your from the Saviors

I nod

Carl: I remember seeing you at the line-up

Y/n: I'm so sorry for what happened

Carl: it's not your fault come with me ill take you to Alexandra

I decided not the say anything about negan being my dad just yet

We Start to walk to Alexandra

TIME SIKP CUZ IM LAZY LMAO

AT ALEXANDRA

CARL'S POV

I take y/n in to Alexandra

We walk in to my house

Carl: dad!

I yell and y/n jump a little

Carl: sorry

I say to her and she said it's ok

Carl: dad

I yell one more time

Rick: what is it Carl

Rick walks in and stop in his tracks

Rick: Carl who is this

Carl: this is y/n she comes from the sanctuary yes as in negan but she runaway from them I ask her the normal questions so can she stay

Rick: let me talk to her alone

I nod and start to walk away but y/n grabs my arm

RICK'S POV

Carl nod and starts to walk away but then the girl grab his arms and hugs it

Rick: it's ok I'm not going to hurt you

Y/n: can he stay please ill answer and tell you everything you need to know

I nod

Rick: how many walkers have you killed

Y/n: I don't know

Rick: how many people I you killed

Y/n: one

Rick: why

Y/n: he tried to

Rick: oh hey is ok you don't have to say the word I know what you mean and you can stay but you'll have to sat in this house and in Carl's room ok

The girl nods and yawns

Rick: Carl take her to your room so she can sleep

Instead on letting her walk Carl pick her up bridal style I cab tell he already like her and I'll have my main group come over later to meet her I guess she is one of us now

#carl grimes x y/n #twd fanfiction #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes

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calehenituse-brainrot · 1 year

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New Dress

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

You won't be needing a new one.

'Kid, you have a problem.'

Cale's felt his eyebrows twitch. 'I know, stop bringing it up.'

It's been a few days ever since the undercover plan went into action. You had to take a few days of rest after getting high and then drugged with aphrodisiacs under a doctor's strict order and have been placed under Ron's supervision to make sure you don't do anything stupid. Meanwhile, for Cale, he had been staying in his room and barely going out. Of course, it's because he's naturally like that, you know, a slacker, and totally not because he was avoiding you.

"Human, are you sure you're okay?" asked Raon, looking at Cale worriedly as Cale had been going back to shutting himself out from the world again -- though he didn't appear as gloomy as before, he did become a bit jumpy.

"I'm okay, Raon," Cale answered. "It's just been a long day."

'The day just started,' Super Rock pointed out, his tone suggesting that if he had a face, he would be raising his eyebrow.

'Kid, you gotta get your shit together,' the thief said with a sigh. 'Is this your first time being horny, or something?'

'Instead of horny, I'm ashamed,' Cale replied to them, a bit irked. 'To think I could--'

'Eh, I don't blame ya, kid,' the Fire of Destruction cuts off with a chortle. 'To be fair, your friend is smoking hot. Literally on fire. I don't think I can get them out of my head, too.'

Cale never paid any attention to such things before and the only thing in his mind was shame because of how he acted towards you during the heat of the moment to the point he started dreaming about it. Once he regained some of his clarity, he couldn't even properly look at you without feeling guilty, so he had been locking himself away from you, only getting updates from you through Ron or the kids.

'Speaking of, Ron shouldn't he be here in a few moments--'

His door was knocked and Cale sighed at how punctual the man was. He allowed the older man to come in, a trolley full of sweets and tea on top of it. Upon seeing Ron, the kids immediately bounded to him and run around the man while eying the trolley.

"Good afternoon, Young Master-nim," Ron greeted with a benign smile, watching Cale get up from the bed to head and sat on the couch with the children. Cale runs a hand through his red hair, staring at Ron who's smiling with his eyes now closed.

"How's [Name]?" he asked first, as always, letting Ron brew him a cup of tea while the older man reported what you've been doing ever since you woke up.

"Miss [Name] had woken up in a good condition and spoke about how she cannot wait to go back to work," Ron started with that sentence first, knowing how Cale would immediately massage the bridge of his nose in frustration when he heard it.

Cale immediately does what Ron has been expecting and sighed, "She works like she's being chased."

Cale noticed the way Ron's smile twitched a little and he frowned. Something was off with Ron for quite some time now. Ron kept quiet about your return a few days ago and while he was ordered to tell Cale what was happening, Cale could see that there were a few things Ron was withholding from him. Usually, Ron being such a secretive man wouldn't bother Cale because that's how he was born and bred -- an assassin and now the head of the Molan household that specializes in information -- but all this behavior revolves around you.

"You seemed to know something," Cale began slowly, Raon sitting on his lap while nibbling on a cookie.

Ron kept his smile. "Miss [Name] is showing an interest in international trading."

'It's just work?' Cale thought with a frown. "Is that what you both talked about when she came over the other day?"

Cale isn't the type to be snarky with Ron, but it just slipped out of his mouth that he was shocked by his own tone. Ohn who was eating a piece of her strawberry shortcake stopped, knowing that the encounter Cale was talking about was the one she told him about. She watched her guardian and her mentor stared at each other silently.

"Why didn't you report it to me?" asked Cale further and Ron's smile slowly dropped, his face became like that of a tired father with relentless children he couldn't control.

"Miss [Name] had initially come to the estate to get some rest from the Palace but had ended up sharing a bit of her perspective between what happened between the Young Master-nim and herself," Ron answered instead, trying his best to not tell too much of what happened that night. "I didn't think it was appropriate to tell you of what she had told that night as some of it felt too personal for me to share."

Cale stayed silent. He didn't think that out of all the people you'd talked about your feelings to, it would be Ron. To be honest, he felt a little bit betrayed to see you reach that kind of relationship with Ron where it's enough to make you feel comfortable to share your thoughts with him because you were supposed to be his comrade of being intimidated and scared by Ron. But then again, Cale was glad you had someone to talk to considering that situation seemed to be hard on you both.

"I see," he murmured.

Ron thinks of the way you had laid on the ground, holding onto your head and begging for something to stop the pain, and nodded. "Yes. I apologize for my negligence."

"The papers Choi Han and the kids found was enough evidence to have them locked up for a long time."

You cheered in glee. "Yes! Oh, I bet all the girls in the department are going to go crazy when they heard the news. Oh, good riddance!"

Alver smiled looking at you being so happy. "I would tell you to not laugh at someone's downfall but seeing you be happy is very contagious."

"I have a nice smile, I know," you replied with a grin.

Alver stared at you, genuinely happy to see you being better. He had heard a quick summary of what happened in that place; you and Cale had been stuck in a position where you were forced to smoke a roll of crushed-up drug and somehow you managed to get Cale out of that situation because you thought if one of you has to get high, it shouldn't be Cale. Afterward, you unknowingly consumed aphrodisiacs while still high and it fucked up your whole night, and judging by the blush on Cale's face, you probably gave him a hard-on too in the process.

"I'm glad to see you're all fine," Alver said. "I suppose the news I have delivered made you all better?"

"Maybe I should take Cale and the others for a day out," you thought out loud, glancing at the papers on your desk, a small melancholic smile on your face before you looked up. "Your Highness--"

"Start calling me Oppa, too."

You blinked, not expecting those words to come out of Alver's mouth. You tried your best to stop smiling but you ended up with a downturned smile that caused Alver's leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waits for you.

"So, Oppa--" You looked at Alver's expression when you said it, seeing his smile widen when you did so. "I'm going to be planning a picnic to celebrate my first-ever undercover operation and Count Theodore being put in a cell."

"How morbid," Alver says. "Please have a good time for me."

You nodded. "Will do."

The call ended and you looked at the papers on your desk, some of them were about trading routes and deals with the Henituse family business while some were just some schedules for ships that are going out of the continent. You massaged your temple before rubbing your face, remembering the voice.

"Once you are prepared, board for the ship that heads the furthest from the Western continent."

You bit the inside of your cheek. Were you ready yet to leave all of this?

Before you could let yourself spiral into so many thoughts, a knock interrupted your train of thought. You gathered the papers and shoved them into an open drawer, exclaiming; "Uhm, come in!"

Beacrox appeared behind your door, pushing a trolley of food inside your study. Your shoulders slumped in relief when you saw him and welcomed him in with a smile, standing from your chair to sit down on the couch only after you gathered the papers again. "Thank you so much, Beacrox."

"Please have your meals on time," Beacrox reminded you with an expressionless face. "You could easily get sick."

Just as Beacrox was placing down your plates, you told him, "Beacrox, please lend me a hand to make some food. I want to take the others out for a picnic."

Beacrox nodded obediently. "When are you planning to hold this picnic?"

"Perhaps tomorrow afternoon," you told him. "Is that alright?"

"Yes. Then we have to prepare it early in the morning," he responded, taking the papers you were handing out so you could start eating. He noticed how you were circling some of the ship trades that are heading as far as possible and some were just ship routes that were scheduled soon. He unconsciously gripped at the paper, accidentally causing them to wrinkle as he sort them out. With a low voice, he questioned you, "Are you still planning on leaving?"

You tried to keep your face neutral when answering him. "I need to leave. I don't know when I'm going to be leaving or when I'm going to be back. I just know that I'm leaving."

Beacrox glanced to the side. "That's not a very wise traveling plan."

You smiled, shuffling a little bit and patting the spot next to you. "Come sit. I don't know when I'll be leaving, so I might as well make every interaction worth it."

To your disappointment, Beacrox shook his head and placed the stack of papers on your desk, all neat and sorted. "Thank you, but no thank you. As your plans on leaving are very uncertain, I don't think there's much to worry about."

You pursed your lips together into a line, playfully rolling your eyes. "Hm, a shame."

What a pleasant surprise it is for a few people to receive an invitation from a certain [h/c]-haired world-leaper early in the morning.

The first one to receive the DIY-ed invitation was the esteemed, Alver Crossman himself. The invitation was written by you, judging by the hurried handwriting he had been seeing for the last few weeks whenever you were handing in your reports. When he received it, he let out a laugh at the greeting which was written as "To my Oppa, His Highness Alver Crossman". Then there was his instructor, Choi Han, who laughed when he received his invitation, eager to see what was going to happen.

The next one to receive it was the feared Archmage, whose hair shone brightest during sunsets. When she received the invitation, Rosalyn was genuinely surprised. She had heard that you have been increasingly busy lately and hard to contact, so to see your handwriting on a plain envelope with no crest on the wax seal was a pleasant surprise. She hurriedly called for her little brother, Lock, after reading the contents of the invitation.

You sent out a letter to Cage, Jack, and Hannah as well. The three of them were surprised at your sudden invitation and immediately started preparing themselves for the event, interested to know what plans you have in store for them all.

There was Eruhaben, who accepted your invitation with a raised eyebrow. You only smiled at him, telling him that it's very important and that you can't stay to chat for long because you still need so much to do while Beacrox waits for you, standing not too far behind you. Eruhaben only opened it after you left, shaking his head with a smile as he reads, "To our beloved Golden Dragon".

Then, there were Cale and the kids.

Ron delivered the letter when Cale was still sleeping and the kids are just around, waiting for him to wake up. Cale opened his eyes and saw Ron waiting by his bed, holding a tray with a smile on his face. Cale was understandably spooked to see the assassin waiting by his bed, however, he was slightly confused to see the smile on Ron's face -- it was not the benign smile Ron usually sported, but it had a sense of defeat.

"What's wrong?" Cale asked, rising from his bed, red hair still messy and tangled with pillow marks on his pale face.

Ron lowered his body a bit to show the letter on top of the tray he was holding. "A letter for you and the children, Young Master-nim."

"A letter?" Asked Ohn, interested as she crawled to sit beside Cale, both her and Hong in their human forms.

"Who's it from?" asked Hong, trying to peek at the messy handwriting on the envelope.

Cale noticed how plain the envelope was and the lack of a family crest on the wax seal. Your name was written on the plain envelope, messily scribbled as if you were in a hurry, however his name, Ohn, Hong, and Raon's name was written with great attention, with the loops and curves of classic calligraphy. He leaned to his headboard, Raon perching on his shoulders.

"It's from [Name]," Cale stated, a bit amused. Why were you sending out letters when you live in the same estate as him?

"Read it, Human!" Raon says, watching Cale rip use the letter opener to open the envelope and take out the letter inside it, filled with your scribbles.

"Alright, let's see," Cale hummed, letting the kids lean to him as they wait for him to read. "Dear Ohn, Hong, Raon, and of course, Cale--"

"As you've all known, I have just succeeded in my first-ever plan and it being a disguise distraction makes it all better. Some things happened but at least we're all alive, right? His Highness Alver Crossman informed me that the files that were found by Choi Han and the kids were enough to incriminate Count Theodore and Baron Davis along with their lackeys. With that in mind, I would like to celebrate by holding a picnic at the park by the river on the outskirts of town.

So! You are being formally invited to [Name]'s celebratory picnic this afternoon! Please come and dine with me on the grassy fields of the Roan Kingdom!"

"Everyone has received your letter, Miss [Name]."

You sliced a sandwich into a triangle before looking up at Ron. "No, not everyone."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Beacrox, please." Beacrox moved to collect the sandwiches you just cut, putting them in a wrap before placing each one in a picnic basket while you're washing your hands in a wash basin. You dried them quickly with a clean cloth and then took out three envelopes from your apron.

"You both haven't received yours, also please give one to Hans," you told them, handing two to Ron while the other to Beacrox. "You're going to come, too, right?"

Ron and Beacrox glanced at each other and Beacrox raised an eyebrow, "We're going to come regardless you invited us or not."

"Yes, but as a servant," you retorted. "I want you to come as my guests. I want you to eat what I prepared, too."

Ron turned to Beacrox who shrugged. "They're not too bad."

You let out a gasp. "I am not that bad at cooking."

"Of course, Miss [Name]," Ron responded, a grin appearing on his face. "I trust my son's judgment."

"Ronnn!"

Beacrox decided to prepare the rest of the things needed for the picnic while you went to change out your clothes considering your previous one was splattered with sauces and cooking oil. You make sure to keep your makeup light and clothes not too stuffy, keeping the layers at a minimum and the fabrics cool for today's outing. You were planning on going to the spot earlier than others so you can prepare the place with Beacrox and Hans.

You had picked out a grassy field with a river nearby on the outskirts of town, pulling out a large blanket right underneath the shade of a tree. Winds were blowing your hair and dress as you enjoyed the weather, some leaves scattering to the air and passing by you. The sunlight felt warm and not too overbearing and you hummed at how kind the world was to let you have such nice weather for a picnic.

"[Name]!" Rosalyn's voice called for you.

You turned, seeing her running up to you with Lock not too far behind her. With a huge smile, she opens her arms and gathered you to her chest, squealing in excitement. "Oh, I miss you!"

"I miss you, too, Rosie," you murmured, hugging her back, relishing in the warmth of her embrace.

"It's good to see you again, [Name]," Lock greeted you with a smile. You let go of Rosalyn to turn to him, grabbing his hands.

"How have you been, Lock? I hope everything's been well for you," you cooed. "How's your training so far? Everything going well?"

"It's been well," Lock answered with a bashful smile. "I haven't made much progress but I can feel myself getting stronger and gaining more control over my Berserk transformation."

"That's great! You'll help me if I'm in trouble, won't you?" You teased, watching Lock's face go bright.

"Of course..."

"[Name]!"

You turned to the childish voice, seeing Raon flying towards you while the kittens, now in their human forms, are running across the field to get to you. You see Cale, Choi Han, and Eruhaben, and further back Hannah, Jack, and Cage walking together. You let Raon ram his head to you, wrapping your arms around the dragon while Hong hugs your waist in greeting. Ohn stared at you, smiling as you return the hugs of her little siblings.

"A pleasant weather for a picnic," Eruhaben says when he reached you, looking up at the bright sky with a small smile.

"[Name], His Highness apologizes for not being able to attend," Choi Han informed with a small frown. "He's trapped by his mountains of paperwork."

You gave a sigh of defeat, the smile on your face still intact. "It's worth a try."

"You chose a nice spot for a day out," Eruhaben commented once Choi Han left to greet Rosalyn and Lock. You smiled at the old dragon, watching him looking around the area with a serene smile on his face. The sun felt warm and the breeze danced with the grass and leaves, some of them flying around far away, spinning in loops and circles as they go. Eruhaben began to walk past you, turning to you with a grin as he spoke, "Hopefully you didn't burn the picnic food."

You let out a scandalized gasp as your eyes follow him. "Did Ron tell you what happened?"

Eruhaben let out a huff, walking towards the picnic blanket, and joining the others. You made a mental note to torture the patriarch of the Molan house later with your incessant talking for tattling on your failed attempts of cooking something nice after a long time.

"Did you?"

You inhaled, the scent of grass and the wind filling your senses before turning around, face to face with the man who had been sitting at the back of your head for years even before he knew of you. His brown eyes looked into yours, gaze tender and curious while his lips are curled into a thin smile. One of his red brows is raised in question, pale skin seeming to glow underneath the sunlight. His red hair seemed so soft as the wind blew on them and despite the many times you have gripped at it while having your tongue down his throat, all you could think at the moment was to bury your nose to his head and sleep.

"It was grilled cheese, it's meant to be burnt," you yelled in exasperation. "And I made it for myself, not for the picnic!"

"Alright, calm down," Cale said, walking beside you while you both walked to where everyone had gathered, his hand on your back. Even though it was only a simple touch, it burned your skin and made you feel warm. "How was it? The grilled cheese?"

"Crispy and the cheese melted perfectly," you answered, kissing your fingertips to emphasize. Cale smiled as he look at you talk about how Ron had been on your ass because, for the second try, you used too much cheese, and scraping up the melted dried cheese from the pan using a fork sounded grating and shrill and 'how can you even be so casual while doing that'.

Cale doesn't know much about your previous life, but considering how you had once told him you live alone, there was a possibility you had to cook for yourself to save on money or do food prep to make living less of a hassle. For someone who always encouraged living in the present and for the future, Cale always waited for the day you would talk of your past. How did you live? Did you live in a home or an apartment? What side of the bed do you sleep on? Do you like eating meals at the dining table or on the couch? Did you like washing as you go cook? Or are you the type to wash the dishes after making and eating the meal? How were your high school and uni days? Was there anyone special you ever had in your life?

"I want to try it someday," Cale professed. "Your cooking."

You smiled. "Well, lucky for you, the food for this picnic is made by yours truly."

"No," Cale responded. "I meant that I want you to cook for me someday."

You stopped walking to look at him with wide eyes. The thought of doing something so domestic with this man had crossed your mind more than a few times a day when you think of him, however, to hear from him directly that he wanted to do one of the things you've always imagined doing made your heart flutter. You gathered what was left of your confidence and leaned to his side, one hand wrapped around his waist. "Yeah? I'll cook for you and have Ron prepare an antidote in case you get poisoned."

"What a way to go," Cale murmured, his hand on your waist as you both walked together with smiles on your faces.

He tries to imagine another life where maybe you both can be together, living in an apartment a little bit bigger than his previous one as Kim Rok Soo. He imagines having a bathroom cupboard full of your makeup and perfumes, the sink cluttered with your skincare products -- your toothbrush in the same cup as his. He imagines helping you cook and laughing as your grilled cheese is burnt and stick to the pan, listening to you grumbling over how it'll be a bitch to scrub out and he'll offer to do it instead.

'Look at the kid,' said the thief, no doubt grinning if they had a physical body.

The Fire of Destruction chortled. 'All in love and shit.'

'He's happy, that's all that matters,' said the Super Rock with a laugh. 'They both are.'

The gluttonous priestess watched the whole scene through Cale's eyes. Her gaze lands on you who was always on Cale's peripherals despite the man sitting elsewhere. She sees you talking to the Saint of the Sun God, Jack, and the Holy Maiden, Hannah. The three of you seemed to discuss the picnic, the soft-spoken Saint speaking with a gentle smile while his sister grinned at you, teasing you by saying they'd probably need some potion after eating your food. When Cage presented a bottle of alcohol from her sleeves, you cheered loudly.

Perhaps it is her seeing things that aren't there, but the priestess sensed that something had shifted in your demeanor. While you're still friendly and generous with your smile, she could see that in your eyes, a sense of sadness and reluctance hid beneath them. The priestess was aware of your mental state sometimes and the past struggles that you have shared with Cale, but this was different. It reminded her too much of the days when she was forced to leave the temple due to her gluttony, something she cannot control.

It felt like you had a burden on your shoulders that you cannot put down and you were preparing yourself to suffer the consequences.

Instead of coveying what's on her mind, the gluttonous priestess chose to say what everyone else could see; 'She seems happy here.'

"Here's your sandwich," you say when you handed Cale a sandwich with a red polka-dot wrap. "Beacrox made sure every single ingredient is fresh and perfect. I'm pretty sure he inspected every grain of salt and pepper I used,"

The corner of Cale's lips quirked up into a grin as he unwraps the sandwich. "Yeah? You're fine with someone watching you cook?"

Your eyes widened, shaking your head while laughing. "No, do not do that. Beacrox and I have a bond your provocation cannot sever. Don't do that."

"Since when?" Cale questioned, his tone laced with mirth.

"Hey, we all know Beacrox is one gloomy guy, but he's nice," you answered. Cale's gaze landed on Beacrox who was handing out food to the others, giving him a raised eyebrow.

"When are you going to be back to the duchy?" Cale decided to change the topic. "Officially be back, I mean."

You sat down next to him, unwrapping your sandwich. "I'll be back to the duchy officially once my last paycheck from Alver comes in. You know I can't leave without that last paycheck."

Cale lets out a small huff while you laughed at your own words. "It seems the only way to keep you by my side is by giving you money."

You grinned. "Yeah, sadly your good looks and intellectual mind isn't enough for me to stay around."

Cale leaned back, tilting his head while looking at you. "Shame."

"Yeah, you have to work on scamming more bastards for us all," you say, knowing damn well you stayed because you were in love with him despite the many times he nearly pushes you into cardiac arrest with whatever complex he has to always carry his burdens himself.

"[Name], tell us about the operation you went to!" Rosalyn spoke up after swallowing her sandwich, prompting everyone to look at you with curiosity.

Every single letter that you sent out mentioned celebrating for the first time you were directly involved in the field, something Cale had always been against for years because he preferred to have you in the back of the line. While it did has its hiccups, at the very least the mission was a success and you got what you wanted; the man, Count Theodore himself, behind bars.

"The star of the show was her," Cale spoke up first when you were about to open your mouth. He finally took a bite of the sandwich and smiled at the taste, finding it not too entirely bad.

"I had such a fun time!" You exclaimed to everyone. "It was an undercover mission and Cale went with me to be a distraction while Choi Han and the kids sneaked in to find the paperwork that could incriminate a bunch of nobles that's been pissing me off."

"Bet the list got longer when you worked in the Palace," Cage quipped before taking a sip from her bottle of alcohol. You're not very sure what beverage she's drinking but you trust her to hold her liquor.

"There were so many cases of money laundering and smuggling within the Palace," you told them, scratching your cheek. "His Highness is doing a great job of eliminating the corrupt nobles but some of them still managed to get under his nose. I'd like to think me actively despising most of the nobles working there helped him a great deal because I'm hard on them."

"If anyone there ever tries bothering you, you can just drop their name on a letter and send it to me." Rosalyn's tone was playful and filled with ease, but you know her intentions were anything but. No matter how beautiful she looks when she smiled, ruby eyes squinting, no one can forget the amount of destruction the woman could do.

"Remember to do everything with reason," Cale reminded the woman, his tone nonchalant. 'Find a good reason to fuck them up' was not said but was understood.

"Of course, Young Master-nim," the archmage flashed a charming smile, in tune with Cale's intentions.

"This is a picnic to celebrate me being in the field for the first time, not for you both to plan a political dispute all over again," you remind the two red-heads, digging into the picnic basket and taking out more food. "The kids can go run around after they finish their food. I want to frolic."

Upon hearing that, Raon's ears perked up, walking to you with big eyes. "You'll explore with us?"

You smiled. "Of course. Why not? The day is bright and the sun isn't too hot. It's a good day to have fun in the field."

"Just don't go out of the field," Cale told the dragon, patting his head.

Cale stayed in the shade of the tree with the others when you and Choi Han accompanied the kids to frolic around the place, the kittens running around while Raon is trying to get his back scratched while laying on the tall blades of grass. You were walking beside Choi Han, one hand lifting some of your long skirt, the other holding onto Choi Han's hand.

Cale remembered today as one of the days he wished his slacker life would be full of. He will keep on yearning for days where he could sit down and enjoy the weather, safe underneath the tree shade while hearing the low murmurs of everyone talking around him, focusing on you and the kids instead. He can see you grabbing onto your dress as the kittens run around your legs, trying to get you to fall and enjoy the grass with them, Choi Han watching with a smile on his face. Raon jumped onto your front and it successfully made you tumble to the ground, laying on your back.

"Han! Help me!" You exclaimed in in-between joyful laughter. Choi Han makes a half-hearted attempt to get you to stand up and when you did, you broke out into a sprint.

"Catch her!" Ohn screamed, chasing after you with her siblings.

Your face broke out into a large grin at how free it was to run up a hill, to feel the sun on your face, and the wind blowing your hair into a hot mess. In this place, nothing that you have been terrified all your life exist. There is no mother to berate you, no father that does nothing but lay on the couch and leaving the food cabinets empty for weeks, and no reminders of friends that have loved and left you.

When you reach the top of the hill, you saw a port not too far, swarmed with people and a couple of ships and boats on the docks. The open sea glimmered under the sunlight, the water surface looking like glass. It makes you nearly emotional seeing such a beautiful sight because all your life, you had been so sheltered and all the places you've walked to aimlessly have led you nowhere joy could be found.

"Find me."

That foreign, yet comforting voice finally, finally decided to speak once again and you find your heart hurting.

"Find me, and you'll find yourself."

You look out at the line where the horizon meets the sea, your chest feeling so stuffed that you thought your heart was going to come up to your throat. You'd vomit out the organ if it meant ridding the dread that was creeping up on your chest.

"There," said the voice, a pleasant lilt in his voice.

Was he aware of your dread and laughing in your face or was he simply happy to know you know what to do? Either way, this selfish want of yours was going to rip away the last bit of happiness you have left in your life.

"You will find me there."

Your eyes began to get glossy and you closed your eyes, reminding yourself that today was a happy day. Today, you are surrounded by the warmth of the bright sun, winds blowing your hair, foot itchy from the sharp blades of grass, and heart full of joy and love from the loves ones you have with you today.

Right now, you are free and loved and nothing else matters.

You turned around, just in time when the kids ran up to you. You managed to hold your ground when they ran into your chest, giving them all a tight hug.

"Why'd you stop running?" Asked Hong, taking a peek behind your shoulder.

"Don't feel like rolling down the hill," you mumbled into his fur, hugging him tightly. "I enjoyed today with you guys, you know that right?"

Ohn sat on your shoulder, feeling the shaky exhale you were letting out. She desperately wanted to ask about what was bothering you but she feared being brushed away by you again -- you were like that, always changing topics and turning down any chance whenever anyone wanted to know how you were doing. She had seen the adults, especially Cale trying to get the answer out of you and it invoked a strange sense of inferiority within her, to know you will never truly open up your heart to her because even though she understands, you will always see her as a child.

Ohn has always see you as a big sister, perhaps even more as a mother. She confides to you and wished desperately for the day you do the same to her will come soon, but she'll always be a child in your eyes.

"[Name]!"

You looked up to see Rosalyn and Lock running up the hill to chase after you all, with wide smiles on their faces. The red-headed mage dusted the back of your dress from the grass blades and dirt, laughing at how dirty your dress had become. Lock gave you a sympathetic smile, "That looked like a nasty fall. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you answered and Rosalyn snorted. "Your dress isn't though. We might need to buy a new one. It's got little tears."

"It's fine," you answered. "I won't be needing a new one."

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Was it just Qudditch?

— Fred Weasley x Reader Fanfic —

WARNINGS:

Some smut ig but not really, it’s pretty much intense romance features… Strong Language (mostly at angsty parts), and that’s it!

This is a Romance Genre Harry Potter Fanfic 🙌‼️

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You were inside the Gryffindor common room, grateful for the amount of peace you had in there.

Barely anyone was in the Gryffindor common room, which made it ten times better for you.

You flipped through the pages of your book that you were studying, waiting patiently for your best friend Ginny to come back. Suddenly, the door swung open. “Y/N I brought the Apple cider!” She plopped down right beside you.

“What’re you in the rush for?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning. “Never mind that. What are you reading?” She stared at your book.

“Studying, actually. I’ll finish it later.” You gave an awkward smile and closed your book firmly. “Oh my gosh, your still working on that homework from potions?!” She said in pure shock, “It’s due in 2 days!! — And it’s a lot!”

“Don’t even remind me.” You got up and sipped some of your cider.

She laughed at you teasingly, and then looked at a nearby clock on the wall, and back to you. “Are you going to my brothers qudditch game?” She nudged me with her elbow. You shook you’re head.

“You mean Ron’s?” You said casually. You simply hated Ron, and never cared about him. He always humiliated you in class— you’d never forgive him for that.

“No? Harry’s convincing him not to play today, which I made fun of Ron for. So no, he’s not.” Ginny hopped up.

“Then what do you mean?” You looked at her.

“Oh my fucking—Y/N!” she smacked her face with her palm. “You’ve completely forgot about Fred and George!”

You widened my eyes as you had just realized you’ve forgotten about Fred, who you had a major crush on for years. Well, ever since 3rd year. “Right!” You spat out a bit too harshly.

“So then? Would you like to come?” Ginny raised a eyebrow at you, and gave a polite smile. “I can give you the answers to the potions assignment later?”

You let out a sigh, and nodded. “Sure. But how will they all play in this heavy snow?”

“They got all that complex shit figured out.” She smirked.

You giggled to her response. “I’ll meet you there, see you!” She shouted, as she walked out the door.

You looked down quickly to see all your belongings scattered around the table. You picked it all up, stuffing it in your tote bag, and out the door you were.

As you were having trouble stuffing one of your books in your bag, while walking through the Hogwarts corridors, you weren’t paying attention to where you were going.

All of the sudden, you bumped into a tall boy, in Qudditch uniform. “Erm— Oh, sorry Y/N!” The familiar voice said in a rush.

You looked up to see a familiar face— Fred Weasley. “Oh… uhm, no I’m sorry..” you muttered.

“Sorry? Didn’t catch that.” He replied, gazing into your eyes, as the quickly fixed onto your soft lips.

“Uh… Good luck for your game.” You immediately said, thinking of anything you could’ve possibly said. A mischievous smirk grew onto his face. “Thanks. Your going, right?” He patted your shoulder.

Heat rushed towards your cheeks, and you nodded quickly. He let out a little chuckle. “Hope to see you there then, Y/N.” He said flirtatiously, as you didn’t notice him act that way.

You continued your walking to the Quidditch Pitch, as you couldn’t stop thinking about that awkward moment you just had with your Crush, Fred.

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After the Qudditch Game, you ran as fast as you could to the hospital wing, after Fred fell of his broom. Luckily, he only fell 10ft down, and Dumbledore saved him, but he was still badly injured.

“Fred! Are you alright?” You pushed past all the people surrounding his bed. He smirked as his eyes were closed at the sound of your voice.

“Fine, my dear Y/N. Everyone out— except for Y/N.” Everyone scoffed and glared at you, mostly the fan girls of his. Realizing he called you ‘dear’ in fact, wanting everyone out except you was suspicious, and you suspected something… strange.

He opened his eyes gently, and comfortingly held your hand as you sat next to his bed. You widened your eyes as you felt his touch. Looking away you heard his gentle voice again. “Look at me, love.” He whispered into your ear.

You didn’t know if this was real, if this was literally happening. You turned to look at him, and he then pulled you on top of him. “Fuck you don’t know how long I’ve loved you.” He pushed some of your hair behind your ear.

You had no words to reply with, nothing to say. You were just in desperate shock.

“You’re blushing!” Fred pointed out, softly poking your cheeks. “I am not!” You called out, looking away embarrassed. “Your face is red.” Fred winked, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“With Rage.” You said sarcastically. He noticed your body language, he of course knew you were being sarcastic. “I know you like me back. I know you share the same feelings for me.” He winked again.

Your eyes widened once again, before you could think anymore, you were lying directly on top of him. He gently grabbed your jawline, and pulled you in, kissing your passionately.

As your lips touched his, the butterflies immediately hit your stomach. It felt great, the best thing that could ever happen to you.

“Your too hot for me, Y/N.” Fred said, before kissing you from you head to shoulders.

“For the love of fuck Fred..” You smirked, giggling as he kissed you everywhere, leaving love bites.

“Oh yeah, I love to fuck— You.” He wriggled his eyebrows at you.

“FRED!!!”

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