#bill weasley scenario

[shadowbriar]

Bill Weasley - Untitled

Pairing : (F/M) || Bill Weasley x Professor!Reader Word Count : 2.3k Warning : None I think. Synopsis : Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter - Paris. A quick gateway has somehow turned into a labyrinth of conflicted feelings with no escape as she spends more time with the oldest Weasley sibling.   Notes : Long overdue, but I hope this is good enough to make up for the long wait. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

Easy. That word would do justice for the relationship she's having with her lover. He was dead head over heels for her. Whipped beyond saving, she knew he would jump off a cliff had she asked him to. He was everything a girl could ever ask for. Someone who would willingly devote their life for their lover, worshipping her as if she was the goddess that has blessed his Earth.

Yet even for all the risks he's willing to take, she still feels like it wasn't enough.

She wanted to feel the thrill of fighting for something. She missed the nervous jolt of anxiety whenever an argument's about to erupt. She missed the fright of being left alone in the relationship. She missed the torture of bending over backward to keep them in her grasp. She missed it all.

With him everything came with ease, almost as if she didn’t even need to ask for it. Everything she could ever hoped for would be handed to her in a silver platter, complete with its rose petals and golden goblet. She knew that she was being ungrateful to admit that the gesture was turning dull for her and she knew he wouldn’t let her go, even if she was to be cruel and told him the cold truth, therefore she seeks for an instant getaway instead.

“You know,” Bill begins, making her look up from the book she holds in her hands “I could get used to this life. I don’t mind having croissants for breakfast with you, sipping the most bitter coffee in my life and guilt tripping myself into thinking that it isn’t that bad cause I can see the Eiffel Tower from my bedroom everyday.”

She rolls her eyes, “Don’t get too attached to it.”

“Why not?” He smiles, leaning closer as he rests his elbow to the table “Do you not find my companion to be entertaining?”

“We’re here for a mission, Bill.” She says as she closes her book, putting it away as she reckons she won’t be continuing her reading this morning “Dumbledore sent us here for a reason.”

He shrugs, “Does not mean we can’t grow fond of the life we’re living right now.”

Oh but that’s the source to all her problems now, isn’t it? She’s grown too fond of this new life. Parisian nights, Parisian high, Parisian breeze, feeding her like medicine. Perhaps had Dumbledore paired her with someone else, she wouldn’t have been this blinded by Parisian lights. She might be able to see its flaws then, how the Eiffel Tower is not as pretty as the pictures or how the food isn’t much better than her Mother’s cooking.

William ‘Bill’ Arthur Weasley, the prefect every girl in her year would swoon about. He was that one senior every girl is holding a crush on. With a brilliant mind, bravery as bold as his fiery hair, and manner as kind and gentle as morning breeze, Bill was the very definition of perfection. Though he wasn’t the guy she had her eyes trained on during their school year, she still would admit that he did catch her eyes once or twice in the corridors.

And now to have spent weeks alone with him, she knew that she shouldn’t have looked past him.

“How much longer do you reckon we have to do this?” She asks, putting out her poker face so he wouldn’t be able to decipher her true nature.

“Dunno,” He shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee “Can’t say I miss the life behind Gringotts walls.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Well, life as a banker isn’t really the most thrilling there is now, is it?” Bill argues, his award winning smile decorating his face “Why would I go back to seeing ugly goblins when I could just see you?”

And there it is, his flirtatious banter that would always heat her cheeks. She’s convinced that he’s only doing such a gesture to harvest her bashful response. In the beginning she would return his words, batting her eyelashes and making him beam in a bright smile, yet lately it’s been harder for her to maintain her breath whenever he’s around. Her quick gateway has somehow turned into a labyrinth of conflicted feelings with no escape.

Was it wrong for her to have fallen in love with another when she’s got someone wrapped around her fingers back in London? Sure. But who in their right mind could ever deny him? Who could ever have the power to not fall into his magnetism? Who could ever not yield to the charms Bill Weasley has?

“They’re here.” He says, the merriment on his face gone in an instant.

She glances over her shoulder, noticing Bellatrix Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback walking away, “They’re really recruiting the werewolves, aren’t they?”

Bill hums, his brows furrow.

Jaws clenched.

Veins on his neck are visible.

Merlin.

“Come on.” He says as he stands from his seat, leaving the amount of money they owe for their breakfast on the table.

“What?” She asks with a raised brow “Where are we going?”

“Following them, of course.”

“Are you mad?” She exclaims “We are not following them, William.” 

Bill grins, taking her wrist as he stands from his seat, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’ll protect you.”

—-

Her ears were ringing, heart pounding as beads of sweat layers her skin. Her cheeks were flushed red from all the running and adrenaline pumped in her veins. Perhaps barging into the Death Eaters’ lair wasn’t the brightest idea Bill has ever come up with in his entire life, yet in his defence, who would’ve known that they have quite the amount of followers here in Paris?

Now their bodies were pressed in the narrow alleyway, trying to hide themselves from the angry mob. The piece of information they’ve gathered would surely be useful for Dumbledore and everyone else back at home, but it would also mean that their heads are now the most desired item by the Death Eaters.

So much for the thrilling life Bill’s constantly talking about.

“I think we’ve lost them.” He whispered quietly, his hot breath hitting her face as he turned to see the alleyway “I don’t hear anything anymore, do you?”

She shakes her head.

Bill was still alert. The veins on his arm were visible, as he protectively pinned her to the wall. Now that the fog slowly descended, she could feel her heart hammering as if it was bursting through her ribcage. He was close. Too close for her liking. She could only hope that he wouldn’t hear nor feel the loud beating of her heart.

Now looking back to her, she could see the realisation of their close proximity in his eyes, how his pupil dilates for a second before they turn soft. His shoulders no longer tense, but the veins on his neck were still visible. His adam’s apple bobbled as he took a gulp, seemingly in a frenzied state himself. She buries the idea that he could have the same reasoning as the one she’s having right now. Surely the disordered gesture he’s showing only stems from all the running and fright of almost being killed mere minutes ago.

But Bill didn’t move. Instead, he moves his hands closer, pinning her tighter that she has no space left to go. It wasn’t like she was planning to flee anyway, but the closer he is, the harder it is for her to hold onto what is right and what is wrong. With him, everything feels right and wrong at the same time.

“Bill-”

With no warning, Bill leans closer and seals their lips. It was a mix of everything, washing over her like a tidal wave. There was passion, desire, thirst, and hint of apology in the way he kissed her. She knew that he wanted to pull her close, to eliminate whatever space left between them but his hands didn’t move. It was as if they were glued to the walls, perhaps becoming his only anchor to not go any further than what he’s doing right now.

And because of that too, she didn’t pull him closer. Nor did she kiss him back.

“I- I’m sorry.” He said as he pulled away.

She could see the disappointment and anger polluting his eyes before he took a few steps away, back now facing her as he ran his hands through his hair. She was stunned, unable to give him the comfort she knew she should give, but her feet felt heavy to move. Guilt began to seep into her as she knew that the one thing she loved most in her life is something that shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

“I wasn’t thinking.” Bill continues, now turning to see her “It was just the rush from all the running, I’m really sorry.”

Of course, the rush from all the running.

“Right,” She nods, looking down to her shoes now “Of course, I understand.”

“Brilliant,” He exclaims with a forced smile “Can we agree that the last 10 minutes never happened then?”

She wanted to say no, she wanted to pull him back, return the kiss the first time it happened but she knew that she couldn’t. Not when she was still attached to someone else. It would be unfair to her lover and for him and she would rather die than to put Bill to such a miserable position.

And so she nods, holding onto the pieces of her breaking heart beneath her phoney smile, “Of course.”

—-

The whole journey back to London was spent in complete silence. Neither dared to steal glances at each other. It pains her to know that the only thing that could set her soul ablaze would be something she needs to hide from others, a sin that would take a lifetime to be atoned for. She knew that she’s lost the spark with her lover long before she met Bill, but what good would ending the relationship now when they’re about to get back to their lives? The lives where their paths would never cross. Him behind the Gringotts wall and her back to teaching at Hogwarts.

“So I guess this is where we part ways.” Bill says as they stop in front of Dumbledore’s entrance stairs, having just finished reporting their mission to the Headmaster.

“I suppose so.”

“Well, it’s been quite a thrilling experience,” He sighs, his smile waters just a degree as he holds his hand out for a shake “Partner.”

She takes his hand, shaking it gently with her eyes glued on the contact. A thousand questions run across her mind. Would it be different now if she kissed him back then? Would it be different now if she pulled him back? Would it be different now if she would just say something?

“I’ll find it hard adjusting back to my old dull life.” Bill tried to joke but the sadness seeped out of his eyes “A life without you.”

“Bill, don’t.”

He flashed a sad smile, “Why?”

She looks away, fearing that her fortress would completely crumble if she were to lock gaze with him for another second.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” He says, his tone gentle and careful “You see me the same way I see you, so tell me, what are you so afraid of?”

“It’s not that simple, Bill.” She exclaims “I just- We can’t, alright?”

“Why? You don’t love that git anymore, perhaps you never did. You hardly even sent him an owl, never excited to read his letters, and you never for once talk about him if not for me to ask. So what exactly is holding you from me?”

She bites her lip, wanting to run away and hide under her bedsheets, but the tender grip he has on her hand is so alluring that it drowns her completely.

“Please,” Bill begs “All I ask is one chance.”

“What if it was just a short lived infatuation, Bill? What if it was just something that brews in the heat of the moment? A product of nothing but rush and thrill?” She asks with a voice barely above a whisper “What if it was nothing close to what you think it is?”

He smiles bitterly, a shuddering breath escapes his lips, “Then I’ll burn down with it to ash.”

“No, no I can’t have that.” She shakes her head, finally taking her hand away and taking a few steps away from him “I think it would be best for you to leave now, Bill.”

She was facing away from him but she could feel his shoulder fall, the desperation and disappointment was felt both ways. She knows exactly what he’s feeling right now but this is for the best. Even if she wouldn’t end up with her lover, letting Bill go would be the only kindness she could grace to the both of them now. Perhaps the future could be kinder and would give them a second chance.

Beads of tears begin to decorate her lashes, vision getting blurry as she fights for her tears to not fall. Her fight proved to be fruitless as they flowed down her cheek the moment Bill kissed the crown of her head from behind, being ever so kind as to not look at her crying face. He gives her shoulders a gentle squeeze. A last tender touch he gives before his steps echoes through the corridor and eventually disappears altogether.

#bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley imagines #bill weasley fanfic #bill weasley fanfiction #bill weasley scenario #bill weasley scenarios #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley angst #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley x you #bill weasley x y/n #bill weasley x oc

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE BILL WEASLEY HEADCANONS

Bill here is a very protective yandere. Well, that explains it since he did get bitten by Fenrir Greyback the werewolf and he doesn't want something bad happening to the ones he loves

He is big on cuddles and showing physical affection and intimacy with you. You might Bill if you work at Gringotts like he does as a curse breaker or if you've been friends with him when he went to Hogwarts. And we all know he's the human personification of the word 'Cool'

He attracts LOTS of attention from people but when he gets hooked on you... man he is determined to make you his. He will not leave you alone when he sees you. He doesn't become a yandere directly at first, his yandere feelings and feelings of overprotectiveness will develop slowly as time goes on and if he thinks you're in danger and don't take care of yourself very well

Lol he will do whatever he can to impress you. Oh, you just heard about that spell that some wizard did a few days ago and you found i impressive? Oh look Bill here can do it too. You have a fascination for talking about old and ancient things and Egyptian tombs? Well, look who can strike up a conversation and go hours and hours about the topic. Oh my Godric, this man here will literally talk with you for hours and hours about well... whatever you want to talk about. Like his job, your job, your life, his life and all that

He will most certainly introduce you to his family and of course, his family will take an instant liking to you immediately. They will do whatever they can to make sure Bill has you as his. And yes, that includes Molly and Ginny trying to set the both of you up and Charlie sometimes teasing you and Bill and trying to make Bill jealous by sitting really close to you during dinner and stuff and sort of drives him nuts. But Bill will just smirk and grab your hand and do something or the other that will end up getting an 'Aww....' from the rest of the family (Insert gagging sounds here from Ron, Fred and George) and you'll end up like a blushing tomato 

He gets pretty jealous every now and then and when he does, it is literally time for you to run from him and get the hell away from him because when he does get jealous, long story short without beating around the bush, you won't be able to walk straight for the next one week that's for sure 👀😳😏

You'll have to assure him that you love him every time he gets insecure of his scars and he'll look at you with such love and gratefulness in his eyes, it's a really heart warming moment. You'll just lay there with him, cuddling with each other basking in each other's presence

He might actually try to make you leave your job whatever it might be. Don't take this the wrong way, he does believe that you can take care of yourself and you're more than capable of protecting yourself but he just doesn't think it's safe. And besides, why work at all when he can work and provide for you for the rest of your life?

If at all the day comes he kidnaps you or doesn't let you leave his house, he'll take all of your tantrums with a great stride and he'll be patient with you. He understands how you feel, but every poisonous word you throw at him does break his heart and he feels like someone is using the Cruciatus curse on him. But he won't snap at you, he'll just sigh and apologize to you saying that he really loves you and since he cares for you he can't let you go. It'll be hard for you NOT to fall in love with him on your own since he's such a sweetheart and gentleman to you, never forcing you to do anything that you don't want to and giving you space if you need it

He will not take it lightly if other people make the mistake of flirting with you. He'll tell them to stay away from you at first since you're taken by him and he'll give them a warning 3 times. If they still don't heed his warnings he'll have to hex them and then prepare for not being able to walk straight for a week and your pretty little neck being covered and littered with hickeys and love bites from him. What? It's his way of showing that you're his, how else will everybody know you belong solely to him and only him?

If at all you do tell him that you love him he'll be really happy but will also be kind of cocky about it and have you on his lap, tease you slightly about it before he kisses your lips softly and then your forehead, telling you how much he loves you too. Overall, this man is your ideal dream guy

#yandere bill weasley #yandere bill weasley x reader #yandere bill weasley headcanons #yandere bill weasley imagines #yandere bill weasley oneshots #yandere bill weasley scenarios #yandere harry potter scenarios #yandere harry potter imagines #yandere harry potter characters #yandere harry potter x reader #yandere harry potter #dark harry potter characters x reader #dark harry potter characters #dark harry potter #dark bill weasley x reader #dark bill weasley

[akikocho]

Bill, you're talking to a 2nd year student who's not yet able to be in that class!

A 12 year old girl with a missing brother 😭 (and your future sister in law)

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm screenshot #maya bell avery #bill weasley #imagine post hogwarts Maya would tell this scenario to everyone with Bill being present in that conversation

[ariparri]

Veruca and Coby meeting Bill for the first time

Veruca: My god your hair is awful, who the hell is your barber?

Bill: Ah yeah. My mother did this...

Veruca: Oh...

Coby: Sorry for my little sister's comment.

#bill arrives to spades with a bad haircut courtesy of dear molly xD #veruca mcquaid #bill weasley #coby mcquaid #hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm cardverse scenario

[delusionalsaur]

Main Masterlist

This are the characters and people I'm writing for. Maybe I'll write for more but for now is that:

SHOWS/MOVIES

☆ Gilbert Blythe

☆ Loki Laufeyson

☆ Lip Gallager

☆ Five Hargreeves

☆ Diego Hargreeves

☆ Din Djarin

☆ Joe Miller

☆ Billy Hargrove

KPOP

☆ Bangchan

☆ Jaehyun

☆ Taeyong

☆ Nayeon

☆ Jihyo

☆ Woodz

☆ Bibi

☆ Niki

BOOKS

☆ Fred Weasley

☆ Bill Weasley

☆ Regulus Black

☆ Sirius Black

☆ Marlene McKinnon

☆ Pandora Lovegood

ACTORS

☆ Pedro Pascal

☆ Michael B. Jordan

☆ Robert Pattinson

OTHERS

☆ Moon Seyeon

☆ Choi Jongwoo

☆ Beamom

☆ Penny Haywood

#gilbert blythe #pedro pascal #loki laufeyson #regulus black #scenarios #bang chan #pandora lovegood #sirius black #moon seyeon #choi jongwoo #beamom #penny haywood #robert pattinson #michael b jordan #marlene mckinnon #fred weasley #bill weasley #niki #nayeon #bibi #woodz #jihyo #taeyong #jaehyun #joe miller #billy hargrove #din djarin #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #lip gallagher

[phefics]

veritaserum

ship: fred weasley x reader x george weasley summary: fred and george dose the reader with a truth serum, which leads to her admitting a sexual fantasy including both brothers. warnings: dubious consent (truth potion is used to make the reader admit her sexual fantasies which then play out), pseudo-inc3st (the twins don't do anything sexual to each other but are both involved in the same sexual scenario), gender-neutral!reader (reader has a vagina but no pronouns are used) word count: 1.9k

Being friends with the Weasley twins was a constant rollercoaster.

There was never a dull moment, always an adventure to go on, a prank to pull, or witty banter bouncing between you and the brothers. Sometimes, you were helping Fred and George pull off their next big joke, but other times, you were their target. Sure, it could be frustrating, but it was also fun for you, and you always found ways to get them back.

You had been friends with the twins since your first year at Hogwarts, and that friendship had continued past Hogwarts and followed you into early-adulthood. You visited them at the flat over their shop in Diagon Alley often, where they showed you prototypes for new products and made you laugh until you cried with their antics.

It was a cold evening when you appeared in their fireplace, a bit dusty from the ashes, and were greeted with excited shouts from Fred and George before being pulled into a group hug.

As you looked up at their grinning faces, you couldn’t believe that there were people who still got the twins confused.

Fred had more freckles on his face, while George’s shoulders and arms had an abundance of them. When Fred laughed, he threw his head back, cackling loudly, while George usually gave more reserved chuckles, laughing down at his lap. And, well, George was fully missing an ear now, and Fred had a large scar on his temple from the Battle, where a piece of castle wall had crashed down on top of him.

“Finally,” Fred said, man-handling you onto the couch. “We’ve been waiting ages!”

“I’m only a few minutes late,” you replied, glancing at their clock, which wasn’t even working—it read 3:15, but it was well past 7:00 judging by the darkness outside.

“And are our few minutes not important to you?” George asked, sitting by your side. “We could have been using that time to come up with more brilliant inventions.”

“Or planned a clever scheme to spill a bucket of water on your head when you arrived,” Fred added.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m terribly sorry to have wasted your precious time,” you said, tone thick with sarcasm.

It was nice catching up with them. They updated you on each member of the Weasley family, such as Fleur’s pregnancy with her and Bill’s first child, or Percy’s upcoming wedding. You updated them on your own life as well, and it wasn’t long until they had pushed a glass of Firewhiskey into your hands.

“So, Y/N,” Fred said, leaning against the back of the couch. You immediately recognized the glint of mischief in his brown eyes, and braced yourself for whatever ridiculous question he was about to pose.

“Which of us do you think is the better looking twin?”

You opened your mouth, intending to say something like ‘neither of you’ or ‘you’re identical—what kind of stupid question is that?’ but the sentence that spilled from your lips instead was, “Well, you look pretty much the same, so I’d say you guys are equally attractive. I think the scar makes you look pretty hot, Fred, but George can really pull off the whole missing ear thing.”

You clapped a hand over your mouth, face burning.

The twins both erupted into giggles.

“Oh, you’re too kind!” George said. “I’m glad you find my lack of an ear sexy.”

“And my scar is flattered,” Fred added.

“What did you two do?” you asked, scowling.

“We might have stumbled upon a vial of Veritaserum…” George said, trying and failing to look guilty. “And put it in your drink. Just a drop, though! It’ll wear off soon.”

You wanted to insult them, yell at them, call them every insult and curse under the sun, but no words would leave your tongue. It was like the truth serum wouldn’t even let you pretend to be pissed off. Sure, this was an invasion of your privacy and totally sketchy, but you had known Fred and George for so long, you were sort of used to their antics by now. You should have been way angrier than you were, but it was just so typical of them, you couldn’t muster much more than annoyance.

What you did manage to say was, “Why?”

Both twins shrugged.

“For fun,” Fred said.

“And because we were curious about something,” George replied.

“About what?”

“About which of us you like better.”

You blinked at them. “Are you serious? We aren’t eleven anymore. Is it really a contest between you two to be the better twin?”

“Not really, no,” Fred said. “Even though we all know that it's me.”

George reached over you to playfully shove his brother’s shoulder. “It’s not about proving anything. We’re just curious. So, Y/N, who do you like better: me or Freddie?”

“I like you equally,” you said. “You are both hilarious, intelligent, and my best friends. I find it easier to connect with George on serious things, but Fred always knows the right thing to say when I need cheering up.”

Your face was flushing deeper, embarrassed at the cheesy, sentimental words that left your mouth. Fred and George had grown up in an incredibly loving, affectionate family and had never shied away from making their love known, but it was awkward to voice your own feelings out loud like that.

Both twins seemed rather touched, though

“Wow, I was expecting you to have to pick,” Fred said. “But that’s oddly sweet.”

You groaned. “Okay, okay, yes, I love you both, can we knock this off now?”

“No, we have more questions!”

“Such as…?”

“Would you fuck either of us?” George asked.

Fred was normally the more vulgar of the two, and the question coming from George’s lips instead took you even more off guard.

“Yes,” you said, unable to stop yourself. “Either of you. Or both of you.”

“At the same time?”

“Yes.”

Fred and George also showed their emotions differently. Fred was better at keeping his feelings to himself, but when he was flustered, his ears would turn pink. His ears had flushed slightly, and his eyes were wide as he licked his lips, clearly intrigued by your answer. George was also flushed, but the color went to his face, and he brushed his thumbs repeatedly over his thighs, a nervous tick he’d always had.

“Have you thought about this a lot?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Tell us how you’d want it.”

You couldn’t help but answer. “I would let you strip off my clothes, groping me. One of you is behind me, kissing my neck as you take off my shirt. The other is at my feet, pulling my pants down. Neither of you shut up the whole time, talking about me like I’m not even there. Commenting to each other about how pretty I am, how wet my pussy is for you. Whoever is between my legs starts to go down on me, while the other holds my body still so I can’t move away from how good it feels. I cum on your tongue, and the other wants a turn, too…”

The twins were both clearly aroused as you spoke.

“Do you want that? Now?” Fred asked, his voice low.

“Yes,” you breathed. 

They waste no time switching their positions on the couch, George pulling your back against his chest while Fred positions himself between your legs, his hands eagerly moving to the waistband of your pants, tugging at it.

George took his time, hands sliding up your shirt, touching softly as he felt you up, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, lips teasing the skin there.

You couldn’t help but whine under their touches, loving every moment of it. You had truly dreamt of this for years, always too afraid to ruin the friendship. Sure, you had kissed both twins for dares back at school, but this was real and intimate and beautiful.

Fred made quick work of getting your bottom half undressed, and he kissed his ways along your thighs, cupping your ass with one hand, squeezing hard.

“So fuckin’ hot,” George breathed.

“I know, right?” Fred replied. “So good for us, too. Are we making your fantasy come true, love?”

You nodded, whimpering softly.

“So needy, too. You want to cum for us?”

You nodded again. “Yes, yes please.”

George chuckled, nipping at your ear as Fred’s mouth finally reached your pussy, his tongue licking tentatively at you before he found your clit, which he immediately focused his attention on.

Your noises only grew louder, more desperate.

“Already? You’re not very good at this whole build-up thing, Freddie,” George said.

“I think we’ve waited long enough for this,” Fred replied before returning to his task.

“You don’t want to be patient, do you, darling?” George asked, hugging you tightly from behind. “You’ve wanted this for so long, you just want to be good for us, take everything we’ve got?”

“Fuck yes,” you moan.

Fred was clearly just as eager as you are, apparently trying to make you cum as quickly as possible, like he was placing bets in his head.

“You like that, hm? Is he good at it? Making you feel good?” George said.

“Feels so fucking good.”

“Good. You gonna cum for him?”

“Yes, yes, I’m—”

It didn’t take long at all. Fred’s tongue was good for more than just witty comments, and your legs trembled as he sat up, lips shining with your slick and a smug smile on his face.

“I think this is the part where we switch jobs, Georgie.”

Your pussy was already so wet, so sensitive, you knew that George would be able to make you cum fast, too. It was almost embarrassing how easy you were, how turned on they made you.

The twins switched positions, and Fred wrapped his arms around your middle sweetly, dragging his fingers over your waist and making goosebumps spread over your abdomen, squirming in his grasp.

“Don’t try and get away, sweet thing,” Fred said. “Otherwise George won’t be able to have his turn. Just be good for us, okay? Be a good little slut.”

You whined, face hot as George’s lips found your inner thighs and kissed the skin there, slowly, teasingly. He was the more patient, more methodical of the two. He wasn’t going to go straight for your clit, he was going to keep you wanting. Maybe until you begged.

Fred began sucking a hickey into your throat, leaving you a moaning mess as the twins both worshiped your body like it was something sacred.

Finally, George’s tongue found your pussy, teasing your hole and folds before even bothering to touch your clit.

“Should he put his fingers inside you?” Fred asked.

You nodded fervently, thrusting your hips.

George complied immediately, sliding one finger inside which was quickly followed by a second, pumping slowly before curling into that special spot, which he had found surprisingly easily.

Your second orgasm came just as quickly as the first, your hands balling into fists and your toes curling. Once your body was able to relax, you looked up through teary eyes to see George licking your taste off of his fingers.

“Was that everything you dreamed?” Fred asked.

You opened your mouth, expecting the answer to roll off your tongue, but it didn’t. You realized that the potion had worn off, and smirked.

“It could have been better,” you said, thrilled with your ability to lie again.

Obviously, Fred and George had to remedy that immediately.

#fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #weasley twins x reader #fred weasley smut #george weasley smut #weasley twins smut #hp fic #ophelia's fics

[ladylokilaufeyson5]

Fantasy - soulmate AU (either the red string of fate or those scenarios of colour is dull until they meet them or something) with either regulus black or bill weasley <3 (CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K!! super proud of you 💗) -🕷️

A/N: tysm!!<3 also you share my birthday for this one <3

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader (romantic), Sirius Black x Reader (platonic), Sirius Black x Remus Lupin (established relationship)

Warnings: hmmmm... perhaps some brother angst but really i think that's all

Words: 1.6k+

In a world where soulmates existed, finding love could be very difficult. The universe usually made sure that soulmates could find each other within their lifetime, but unfortunately that wasn’t always the case. It was one out of ten million that a person wouldn’t meet their soulmate. Dating wasn’t really a thing, as most people just wanted to wait until they found their other half.

It usually happened at seventeen, when the red string of fate appeared. On a person’s seventeenth birthday, the red string of fate would tie them to the one the universe deemed their other half, but the string only became visible when both soulmates turned seventeen.

Unfortunately, it seemed that you were the older one, because it had been months since your birthday, and the string of fate had yet to appear. 

You sat in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room, watching as the flames danced together in the fireplace, the embers crackling as they consumed the logs, slowly turning it to charcoal.

What if you didn’t have a soulmate? There was no reason to think that at seventeen, but of course you had your doubts. It was just anxieties, and apparently it was very common.

A voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you looked up to see Sirius Black standing beside your chair. Sirius was a year older than you and you had met when he stopped a bunch of older Slytherins from trying to stick your toes to the ceiling. After that, the two of you just clicked and fell into an easy friendship.

“How’s it going?” he asked, plopping himself down onto the couch next to you.

You shrugged and continued staring at the fire, feeling a wave of jealousy wash over you. Sirius had already found his soulmate – one of his best mates, Remus. And they were honestly perfect for each other. Before Remus’s seventeenth birthday, Sirius was a player. People just couldn’t seem to resist his charms and looks, but as soon as the red string appeared, he dropped everyone for Remus. You just wished that it would work out for you, too.

“Still no soulmate?” Sirius inquired.

You narrowed your eyes and turned to him, and a grin spread over his face.

“Aw, c’mon, N/n,” he chuckled. “You’ll just be dating a younger man. Or woman.”

You sighed loudly and dropped your head onto the arm of your chair dramatically, and Sirius laughed again before running a hand over your hair comfortingly.

“I bet you’ll find your soulmate soon,” he assured. “Just watch as the string appears tomorrow.”

You smiled slightly at his attempts to comfort you, before calling in an early night.

The next morning, something was different. You couldn’t exactly place what it was, until you got out of bed and spotted the red string attached to your body.

“Oh my god!” you yelled, before rushing out of your dorm and into the seventh-year boys ones.

The four marauders were still asleep as you banged in through the door, although James awoke quickly at the sound.

“Wazzgoinon?” he exclaimed, almost falling out of his bed.

“Sirius!” you chanted. “Sirius, Sirius, Sirius!”

You ripped the curtains of his bed open to see him fast asleep on Remus’s chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Remus!” you apologised. “I didn’t mean to wake you!”

Remus gave you a small smile. “It’s okay. Why d’you wanna wake him up?”

Excitement buzzed through you as your gaze followed the red string that led out the door. “My string appeared!”

“WHAT?!” Sirius opened his eyes and jumped up out of bed, his hands on your shoulders and shaking you back and forth. “YOU FOUND THEM?!”

“I haven’t found them yet!” you corrected, starting to feel dizzy at how hard Sirius was shaking you. “I was just about to, but I wanted to tell you first!”

“Alright, then, let’s go!” Sirius exclaimed, grabbing your hand and starting to pull you out of the dorm. You happily followed, ready to go, when there was a small cough from behind you.

“Maybe you should get out of your pyjamas and into regular clothes first,” Remus suggested.

You looked down at your pyjamas and mumbled, “oh, right.”

You quickly ran to your dorm, hearing Sirius bark, be quick! From behind you. But when you reached your dorm and started going to your dresser, panic seized you. What should you wear? What if your soulmate didn’t like whatever you were wearing? 

They’re my soulmate, you scolded yourself. They won’t care what I’m wearing.

After quickly getting changed and brushing your hair and teeth, you bounded down the stairs and to the common room, where Sirius was waiting for you, the rest of the marauders in tow.

“Took you long enough,” Sirius complained.

You rolled your eyes at him, making sure he saw it.

“So, where to first?” James asked.

“The Great Hall would be our best bet, I think,” Remus concluded. “They’ll be going to get breakfast.”

“You are so right, Moony,” Sirius agreed. “I knew there was a reason we were soulmates.”

Remus scowled at him but you all quickly made your way down to the Great Hall. Your string turned a corner opposite to the Great Hall, but James assured you that they were probably just getting ready.

As you sat at the Gryffindor table, you stared after your string, which led out of the doors and down the corridor beyond. You were bouncing in your seat with excitement, unable to stay still. The string continued to stretch out of the hall all the way through breakfast, and once it was over, your soulmate still hadn’t arrived.

“Maybe they’re just eating breakfast in their dorm, with their friends,” Peter offered kindly. “I mean, if your string appeared today, it’s probably their birthday.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you mumbled as you stood up.

Sirius wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “The quest isn’t over yet, Y/n,” he reminded you. “Come on. Let’s follow that string!”

Remus’s eyebrows furrowed as you two began to walk away, and he called, “Hey, Pads, isn’t it your–”

“Not now, Moonykins!” Sirius interrupted. “We have a soulmate to find!”

Remus let out an exasperated sigh, but left the two of you to your antics. You pulled Sirius down corridor after corridor and hallway after hallway, flying down staircases and past windows as you followed the string of fate to your other half. 

Sirius stopped running and slowed down, causing you to halt beside him. His eyes were dark and his mouth was a tight line, and it suddenly dawned on you that you had gone deeper and deeper into the castle, and you were a corner away from the Slytherin dorms. Once again, panic seized you. You weren’t particularly fond of Slytherins – ever since you’d become friends with the marauders, they’d enjoyed targeting you.

You looked at Sirius worriedly, and he must have seen the fear in your eyes, because he gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

“They’re your soulmate, Y/n,” he said cautiously. “I – if it’s anything like what Remus and I have, then they’ll be right for you. Trust me.”

His words brought a small smile to your face, but it faded when a group of sixth-year Slytherins rounded the corner, half of them talking excitedly. You were about to turn away and ignore them, when you realised that your string… your string was connected to one of them.

You looked at the chest of your soulmate, where your string was anchored, and raised your eyes to theirs, only to be met with piercing blue-grey ones. The red string of fate disappeared – you had found your soulmate.

“You,” Regulus Black breathed.

“Her?” one of his friends – Barty Crouch – exclaimed.

“I think she’s pretty,” Pandora Lestrange commented.

You barely took their words in, staring at Regulus Black – staring at your soulmate. Regulus Black was your soulmate.

“I…”

The words died in your throat as Regulus took a step forwards, but he was blocked by Sirius.

“Nuh-uh,” Sirius objected. “No way! Not… not you!”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Regulus demanded, glaring at his brother.

His brother. Holy shit. Your soulmate was your best friend’s brother.

Sirius opened his mouth to retort, but you cut through. “You’re my soulmate?”

It was a question and a statement, but there was no denying it. The string had faded when your eyes met. The universe had pushed you together.

Regulus nodded, and his friends looked at each other, as if silently communicating what they should do. Should they leave you alone, or did he need back up? It was the same reason you believed Sirius was staying – as well as the fact that your soulmate was his brother.

“No. You two can’t – you can’t be…”

“I thought you just told me that my soulmate would be right for me,” you interrupted Sirius.

He scowled at you. “That’s before I knew your soulmate was my brother, of all people.”

“Oh, get over it,” Dorcas Meadowes, a seventh-year Slytherin you hadn’t noticed, scoffed. “The universe decided they should be soulmates, so they are.”

Dorcas was Marlene’s girlfriend and soulmate. A Gryffindor-Slytherin pairing that hadn’t had any problems whatsoever. 

Sirius grumbled for a moment before pointing a finger at Regulus. “Hurt her, and I’ll turn your ears into mushrooms and your toes into spider legs.” He then turned to you and added, “The same goes for you.”

Regulus looked at his brother with a mixture of surprise and annoyance on his face, before his friends made up some excuses to leave the two of you alone. Once their footsteps had faded, Sirius pointed at his eyes and then the two of you before stalking off. You looked at Regulus shyly, and he looked at you with his head slightly cocked as he looked you up and down.

You cleared your throat nervously. “Um… happy birthday?”

A small laugh came out of Regulus, and he smiled at you.

“Want to spend it with me?”

You smiled brightly. “I’d love to.”

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[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley siblings reacting to you self harming

Trigger Warning out the wazu for this. Self Harm/Suicidal Ideations/Grief/Trauma/Abuse/Vent/Its gonna be a heavy one. It’s under the cut, so you don’t have to see it. Stay safe, you are loved, and I’m here for you. Sending you hugs

William ‘Bill’

To say he didn’t have a few would be a lie. He never actively does it, he just has a job that forces you into a very dark mental space sometimes. It’s the burden to a curse breaker. Sure didn’t help when he was attacked either. Don’t get him started on being the eldest sibling to six siblings. This means he’s often very vocal about mental health. Taking vacations to focus on it, and even being very active with therapy. So when he learns you have such tendencies, it breaks his heart. It hurts to know you feel such pain, and he will try and help any way he can. He would never shame you. He understands you don’t do it because you want to. The brain is just trying so hard to process something so complex. He will make sure your wounds are clean, and they don’t get infected. He would listen to whatever is burdening you, and hold you tightly. He’s going to help you through this. He understands that it’s not an easy fix. That maybe it can never be fixed. But that won’t stop him from trying to help. You won’t be trapped in the darkness alone. Your service werewolf will be there to scare off the rain clouds.

Charlie

He’s caught by surprised, but self harm isn’t just cutting. He’s learned that. He’s often throwing himself into very dangerous situations. Self harm just means you are self destructive. He’s very much so, but no one ever says anything because he’s a man. And men just do stupid things. So he can understand people not taking your problems seriously. It’s a rather delicate subject, and he will go to Bill for advice. Since he’s the guy who has to have good mental health. Maybe that can help him to. You two can help each other. He can help you when your thoughts get too dark, and you can make sure he actually thinks through his actions. You both can be each other’s rocks. Keep each other grounded, when things get too much. To make sure that there is someone waiting for you on the other side. The dark moments are scary, but he’s always ready to carry a torch to find you in it.

Percy

He’s stunned. He never thought you would do that, and that’s when it dawns on him that he thought like that about his older brothers. He never thought they could do such a thing, but yet they have. Even George. That is his wake up call. He’s finally putting down the books, and learning there is more to life than just climbing the corporate ladder. The most important people in his life were in so much pain, and they just remain so silent on it. Afraid of what others think. He can’t help but wonder if he’s even pushed his siblings to such. It shatters him. He tries his best to be a more open person now. To be there for you more, and learn to try and keep work at the office. That the moment he gets home, he’s off the clock. He can’t keep pushing people away anymore. It’s tearing people apart. You included. He has a lot of growing to do, but he’s trying. He’s trying to be better, and that helps shine some hope in your darkness. He may not understand it, but he knows what you are dealing with is real. There’s hope in your rain clouds again.

Fred

As an owner to a joke shop, you see a lot of class clowns coming inside to cope. He himself was no exception. Molly was doing her best, but all that yelling and degrading is going to get to you. Especially in such a big family of seven siblings. Things will happen. He never cut himself, but he’s definitely done stupid things he knew could kill him. He just did them anyway, in his darker moments. Seeing a win/win scenario. He thought those were normal, since George had them to. So he doesn’t get started when he learns. When you explain to him it’s not normal, it’s now a whole other story. It’s a lot to take in, but he’s a Weasley. He’s going to handle it. He’s a big brother. He has to, and that’s when you help him understand that he can be softer to. You both find comfort in each other. You are able to let him be vulnerable. And knowing he knows your pain gives you a morbid feeling a calm. That even people like him can feel this way too. It’s a long road ahead, but he’s going to keep trying to make you smile. No matter what

George

He’s made attempts to his life. More than once. Even at The Battle Of Hogwarts, he tried to. Once the shock of Fred’s death faded, he had to be held back from joining him. He’s tried so hard to keep going, but his soul is broken beyond repair. He’s cut himself, drank, anything to deal with the pain. How he’s still alive, he doesn’t know. He calls it a curse, but you suspect that Fred is the one who makes sure every attempt fails. That the rope always snaps, that whatever he drinks is the wrong bottle, that even his own wand back fires. Fred won’t let his baby brother die, and neither will you. There’s a morbid joy to the fact you are in a similar state. You are able to use what you know to help him process. To show him that it’s going to be ok. In a weird way, it’s healing to you. You are able to be the voice to someone else’s darkness. To guide them out of it. You are able to do the thing you wished people did for you. And George does. You will hold on to each other, and remind each other it’ll be ok. That George is allowed to scream and cry. That he’s allowed to be sad, and not happy all the time. You will clean his wounds, as he cleans yours. You’ll be ok. You’ll both be ok.

Ron

Harry has done the same, given the Dursleys. It was scary for him, to see an eleven year old with such a thing. But it helped him with his empathy and sympathy. He would go to Harry for advice, when he learns you do the same. Wanting to make sure he says the right things, and do what helps you the most. Soon you would not only have Ron helping you, but Hermione and Harry as well. At first, you were pissed that Ron told other people. But it quickly faded, because you knew he was just trying to help. The fact he was trying to help, compared to keeping it quiet, does comfort you. He didn’t brush it under the rug. There was a problem, and he went to go get help the second he could. You weren’t left behind. You would be ok. He was on top of it, and you cried because of it. The good cry. A cry you didn’t know you needed. Not only did you have Ron, you had Harry and Hermione as well. With their own scars, and stories, and warm arms to hug you close. You won’t face the darkness alone. You had a bundle of friends to save you. They would save you every time, and it gave you the strength to face that darkness. You won’t be alone. Not anymore

Ginny

She lost track how many people, during her sixth year at Hogwarts, did she see do such. Even taking their own lives, given what was happening at the time. She even has a few of her own, given her history with the diary. Every time she feels herself get to angry, she does it. Something in the back of her head tells her to do it. As if a part of Tom Riddle was still inside of her. Wanting to break free. What scared her the most was that feeling didn’t go away when Voldemort died. Knowing you have those dark thoughts makes her feel like there was some kind of red string of fate. That her trauma lead to something useful. That the fact she stayed so strong was to help others. She is able to help you with what she knows. Show her that even a kind and sweet girl like her can feel those morbid feelings. You two would hold each other, whenever those feelings got rough. Finding alternatives, like working out and doing what you can to handle it. It’s scary, but she is quick to drag you into her family. To have this massive audience to help you grow. You aren’t in the darkness. You are here with this bright red light, and she’s going to fist fight those evil thoughts away. She swears to you, and you know she will keep her promise. Weasleys always do

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[elisedonut]

When will they realize

when will they realize

that the real harry potter game we want is an au future Weasley based dating sim

gimmie a game where not only is Fred not dead (well i mean he could still be dead if you want i guess) but all the Weasleys are over 20 and single and we go to their house and have to pick

preferable Ginny is also an option extra preferable we can pick if we're a boy or a girl

like listen

so many of them fit so well in the main archetypes of a dating sim imo ok

Bill: I haven't personally put a lot of thought into his character but I know a lot of people portray him as a a bit of a flirt but could also easily be thrown into an older brother type i feel

Charlie: He literally ran off to go take care of dragons almost immediately this boy is an adventurous type but like also a very cool go with the flow type i don't know if there's an actual name for this type but do you know what i'm talking about? like i feel you could sneak in his room at 2am wake him up and tell him to go flying with you and he would do it with little question

Percy: A pure Workaholic/Megane type through and through but could arguable (imo) also easily be thrown into an older brother type role but i feel like unlike Bill whenever he does it in a post war scenario he would notice and backpaddle because he feels like he no right to. if Fred is dead and from the same way also probably has a bit of Kuudere vibes thrown in for good measure

Fred&George: very much sweet devil style types that you can tweak the extent of depending on the route and if Fred is dead well then you got a Jerk character who "just wants to be left alone" on your hands and by that i mean needs love

Ron: depends on who you made the protag for example if it went the route of letting you pick like Harry or Hermione(ideal imo) boom there you go Best Friend archetype right there if not then shrugs I'm not sure what he'd fit otherwise Himbo maybe? its not super common in LIs but it should be

Ginny: tomboy but again if you go Harry or Hemione you can also pull best friends younger sibling vibes into the mix or if you use someone else then Ginny could be the friend who brought you and now she gets to be the Best Friend type oh or maybe the "romance the stat teller" trope if it was a stat raising kind if game.

#percy weasley #fred & george weasley #george weasley #ginny weasley #ron weasley #charlie weasley #bill weasley #fred weasley #weasley family #Don't take this seriously mostly a joke #like would i love to see it? yes #do i think it would ever happen ha no #nor do i think the game would treat Percy well which would automatically upset me #i don't know what they'd do with him but i think i wouldn't like it >:c #plus i would never buy it anyway lmao pirate it maybe though #but really i do think the seven weasleys do make for a pretty rounded Love interest set #other then like there only being one girl #but in otome games that do let you pick a girl thats pretty normal tbh #anti jkr

[kaylinlmao]

hello and welcome!

a little about me! my name is kaylin. i am bisexual and my pronouns are she/her. i love to write, and have written multiple short stories. i took a loooong break from writing in order to work on myself and my mental health but now im back and better than ever! my fandoms haven't changed, although im not entirely sure if people are still into tbp, which is why i write for mcu, stranger things, harry potter, etc. i am experimenting with writing smut and nsfw so you can request it, but be aware that if im not comfy with writing it, the request will be deleted. something that i enjoy doing is writing short stories with prompts. such as, enemies to lovers short story, and ill write it. so give me some prompts for short stories it you'd like. enjoy your stay here and have fun!

requests are: OPEN

fandoms I will write for

the black phone: robin, finney, vance, bruce, billy, gwen, donna

stranger things: nancy, steve, robin, eddie, billy, request others

it 2017: bill, richie, stan, eddie, ben, bev, mike, request others

mcu: wanda (my beloved), yelena, kate, peter, tony, natasha, jane, carol, maria, pietro, request others (i feel like i just revealed how gay i am)

harry potter: mattheo riddle (also my beloved), theodore nott, pansy parkinson, blaise zabini, lorenzo birkshire, fred and george weasley, hermione granger, request others

harry potter (marauders era): sirius black, james potter, peter pettigrew (love him), remus lupin, lily potter, regulus black, request others

tasm & tasm 2: harry osborn (my fave), peter parker, gwen stacy, max dillon (platonic)

what i will write

yandere

platonic headcannons

romantic headcannons

sfw headcannons

nsfw headcannons (as long as they're over 18)

fluff and angst

i will write and try just about everything. if I don't like it, i won't write it again.

what i WILL NOT write

pedophiles

scat

piss

i'm sure this list will get longer over time but for now, these are my hard nopes.

this blog is again mostly for the stupid scenarios and imagines in my head so please no hate. love y'all! :) -kaylin

blog started on october 13, 2022

masterlist last updated on january 24th, 2023

the black phone masterlist

stranger things masterlist (work in progress)

more to come! go check out my wattpad @kaylinlmao

#the black phone #stranger things #it 2017 #the turning #MCU #the goldfinch #star wars #the umbrella academy #ginny and georgia #the vampire diaries #the originals #legacies #percy jackson #harry potter

[therealvinelle]

Hi! I love your and Muffin’s meta about Voldemort. You talked about how Voldemort sought to destroy the wizarding world by turning the purebloods on each other and manipulating pureblood ideology to make them self-destruct, a theory I can’t unsee now. I’m curious: after he became Lord Voldemort, could anything have made Tom stop? What if wizarding society banded together and actually abandoned pureblood principles? (Unlike in canon where nothing really changed) Would Tom stop then, or would he lack faith in true change, and try to destroy the wizarding world anyway? Thank you!

Thank you! Look, @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta, praise!

The short answer to your question is yes, I think he could have. The long answer, however, or how I would do it... frankly, that's a fic.

I don't think it would ever happen the way you describe, however. Tom would, if anything, loathe them even more for their clear hypocrisy. And he would be right to, no society has ever shaken off its grime in a day. It would still be there, just... well, what I'm imagining is the Wizengamot passes its first ever anti-discrimination bill, and now the Weasleys of the wizarding world believe that pureblood supremacy is gone.

Tom would be dying, just dying, and he would double down on.

The closest I can picture to your scenario is if a Jesus-like figure started her (alright, so I'm thinking of Lily Evans. I'm a useless shipper) own movement to stand up to the supremacists, and make the Wizarding World a better place. Tom might want to see how this played out, if only because he wondered if Lily would learn anything once her movement failed, as it inevitably would.

If, then, her will did not falter and she never stopped believing that she could make the wizarding world a better place and she never stopped inspiring others... I don't think Tom would be able to stop himself from admiring her.

And from there, perhaps she'd be able to persuade him to lay down his arms, if only to let the wizarding world tear itself apart without him or else come together to create a better world- she'd hope for the former, but the point would be that if they truly are as wretched as Tom believes then they don't need his help to destroy themselves.

Or something like that.

Ultimately, the reason why I think Tom Riddle could retire being Lord Voldemort is that he doesn't care that deeply. He hates and he seeks destruction, yes, but... it took him decades to return to Britain and become Lord Voldemort, and when he finally did he never actually tried that hard. It reeks to me like a decision made, if not on a whim, then because he had no real reason not to.

In that sense, I think getting him to stop could be surprisingly easy.

#tom riddle #lord voldemort #harry potter #harry potter meta #praise

[shadowbriar]

William Arthur ‘Bill’ Weasley Masterlist

♤ Angst - ♡ Fluff - ✮ AU - ♛ Popular

One-shot

♤♡ Paris [Requested]: A quick gateway has somehow turned into a labyrinth of conflicted feelings with no escape   as she spends more time with the oldest Weasley sibling.  

#bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley imagines #bill weasley fanfic #bill weasley fanfiction #bill weasley scenario #bill weasley scenarios #bill weasley oneshot #bill weasley angst #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley x you #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley x oc #bill weasley x y/n #bill weasley masterlist

[saintsenara]

I am living for the rare pair asks and answers!!! Break it down for me (any or all, your choice)!: Viktor Krum and Ron, Snape and McGonagall, Trelawney and Umbridge!

thank you so much for the ask, @nanneramma - three absolutely top-tier choices here.

viktor krum/ron weasley

listen... unrequited kron is quite literally canon. ron wanted krum to sleep in his bed [come on, king, have some chill], kept a little model of him on his bedside table [and then snapped it when krum had the temerity to fancy someone else], and just generally had such little idea about what to do with his hitherto untapped bisexuality that his embarrassing behaviour made everyone within a ten-mile radius profoundly uncomfortable.

do i think krum would be into it...? yes.

as he says to harry at bill and fleur's wedding, one of the perks of being an international quidditch star is the opportunity to nail your fans. finding a fan who's as enthusiastic as ron would undoubtedly be about this scenario is like hitting the jackpot.

minerva mcgonagall/severus snape

a genuine obsession - sustained by every single fic @kellychambliss has ever written about the two.

firstly because i’m an equal-opportunity age-gap fan, and there is far too little older woman/younger man in the fandom, but also because i’m a huge fan of the fanon that snape and mcgonagall are friends prior to dumbledore’s death - i’m not sure it’s canonically plausible, but who gives a fuck - and i like the idea of that blossoming into something more, especially in fics where snape survives the second war. after all, he is a man who definitely needs to be treated quite strictly [and i don’t just mean in the staff room], there's a shared loneliness and grief to them both, they’re intellectual equals despite the age gap, and bickering about quidditch is absolutely fine as a method of foreplay.

plus, you can’t tell me dumbledore’s portrait doesn’t ship it.

sybill trelawney/dolores umbridge

well, they've obviously got the "enemies" part of "enemies-to-lovers" nailed [behave].

but, actually, i'm not sure i back it. the thing that's really interesting about trelawney is that she's clearly very aware that the face she presents to the world is a work of fiction - she knows, absolutely, that she's not really a good seer, that her colleagues think she's weird and off-putting, and so on - and i think that the insecurity she feels about this and the affect it must have on her relationships is a really fascinating thing to work through in both platonic and romantic ships which feature her.

umbridge, on other hand, also lives - essentially - in character at all times, but believes she's entirely right to do so. she's never letting go of her righteousness enough to give a crap about poor sybill, I fear.

[my fave trelawney rare pair? her with rita skeeter, who does have the 'being well aware you're a fraud' vibe. my fave with umbridge? her with prison.]

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #viktor krum #ron weasley #minerva mcgonagall #severus snape #sybill trelawney #dolores umbridge

[downtoncoquetteroach]

AN: Hi everyone, I hope all of you are having a good year so far. This chapter is an eventful one, so, there is a lot going on, I hope you don't get intimidated by the size of it because that's a real concern to me. I think at the beginning of this I just wanted to make a pure smut short story but this got out of hand and this is slow burning HARD, so please be patient. Thanks for reading! I love you all!!!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6:

☁️Loud whispers ☁️

The b side of the record kept turning around for a while before Neville realized that the music had stopped. He was holding y/n in his arms and that was all he wanted. Could he allow himself to imagine how everything would be if he found the courage to confess his feelings for her? But she just said that she wanted to be with Fred. He didn't need to inflict extra torture to his heart with ridiculous scenarios in his head.

Y/n we should go to bed, the old man in the chimney is not bringing anything to you otherwise.

She smiled with her eyes closed, Neville had been mocking about muggle Christmas since she told him all about it. She just hummed in response.

C'mon babe, I'll help you

The pet name sent shivers through her spine but Neville was oblivious to his little tongue slip and after turning off the turntable he took her in his arms with little effort and started taking her upstairs. She was having trouble defining if that was part of her dreams or really happening, all she could do was hold tight on Neville's neck. He put her down to open her room door and walked her to bed. She was sitting on the edge of the bed like a puppet with her hair covering her face but when she finally opened her eyes she could see him clearly, he was on his knees really carefully taking her shoes off, his soft hair covering his eyes, his beautiful nose and lips shining in the moonlight... tenderness overcame her will and she murmured

You really look like a prince

He stopped, he could hear his heart pounding hard almost coming out of his mouth, he raised his head and looked at her, she was smiling with a strange twinkle in her eyes. He slowly put her hair behind her ear, his fingers caressing her skin, she closed her eyes at the contact, he was positive he could have kissed her but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, he was really nervous, his hands almost trembling, so he sighed heavily instead, letting go on the moment.

She opened her eyes a bit disappointed and watched him stand but, before he turned to walk out she took his hand

Stay with me?

He nodded silently.

It was certainly not weird for them to sleep together, but this time felt particularly different from the others.

She took the side by the wall and as soon as he got inside the bed with her they embraced tightly as they sometimes did, but they could hear each others hearts pounding fast at the same rate so they just lay down like that for a lot of time, no talking but no sleeping either, both souls tortured by the need of retaining the moment, they thought that if they didn't moved the night could last longer.

But before sunrise there was a weird motor noise coming from outside the window and then, a particular knock on the crystal. Y/n woke startled, it couldn't be. He wouldn't. She couldn't explain why but she already knew it was him, when she pulled out the curtains she wasn't surprised to see Fred Weasley riding a flying motorcycle and smiling and waving as if it was an everyday thing.

With her stomach sinking she opened the window.

Merry Christmas sweetheart

Godric's beard! what on earth are you doing here?!

Oh I adore when people whisper loudly, it's so contradictious.

It's really not funny, my neighbors could see you! You could be in so much trouble!!

No I could not, baby girl, Bill sorted that out, now could you please get on? And don't argue with me, I'm serious.

Y/n was very susceptible to Fred's commands, besides, even if she tried to hide it, her heart was really coming out of her chest in excitement, she was about to put a foot on the window but then she turned to see Neville sleeping, she couldn't leave him, she had to tell him but what would he say? Would he be mad? Would he ask her to stay? FUCK

Fred's hand reached to her's, he had a pleading look on his face.

It has to be quick ok? I have to come back soon.

Whatever you want love.

Y/n discovered that she hated heights and not just brooms. She was clinging to Fred's waist with her whole life and begging for him to come down to earth as soon as possible. She didn't even know for how long they actually fly, the time seemed so eternal over there, she was actually starting to have problems breathing, a panic attack or just the cold air? Who knew, but she was relieved when they landed on a field, just in time to see the sunrise.

Are you ok y/n? You look pale.

It's just... We need to go back without flying, I hate flaying!

Yeah, I had a hunch, more like some scratches... - he was smiling, dark Shadows around his eyes but he seemed happy. Y/n looked around trying to relax

So, what are we doing here?

Ugh, don't you have an ounce of romanticism in your beautiful body love?

Be serious Fred Weasley! - she stopped in the middle of her scold, couldn't help but beam at him the same way he was incontrolable smirking.

He came closer to her, took her by the hand, his thumb softly caressing her skin, she was astonished, losing her mind at the gentle kiss he put on her cheek while whispering in her ear

I just wanted to see you

Y/n felt so unreal, here she was, Christmas morning in what it looks like to be the outside of Cotswolds, being a hostage of her forever crush Fred Weasley who came flying in a bloody motorcycle just because he wanted to see her!?!? She was about to scream and faint and throw up and pee herself.

He was about to kiss her but something inside her heart made her stoped him.

Wait, I can't, Im, I need to figure out, I mean it's just that I'm not totally sure this is a good idea

What?! Why!?

It's just, there's something bothering me, but I don't know how to say it...no I actually do know WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU AFTER THAT NIGHT?? IT BROKE MY HEART TO WAKE UP ALONE IT FELT LIKE SHIT

oh...

She didn't mean to scream at him it was just an impulse, if she didn't take it she might have never face him like that ever

I'm actually quite embarrassed about that, it was horrible, but I didn't know what to do or if you wanted me there in your bed, I was also worried about the dirty things I said, there were a few I've never ever said before and I didn't know what to do it was weird, I'm truly sorry love, it wasn't my intention to hurt you

It's just, I felt used, and after that you acted like if you regretted it

I could never! I mean I have show you how much I don't regret it - Fred raised an eyebrow and made a pause waiting for her to laugh but she remained serious so he kept going - and I'll show you again I would gladly show you for the rest of my life, but, it was just the embarrassment and...WAIT! AFTER THAT YOU CAME OUT OF MY BROTHERS DORMITORY SO YOU DEFINITELY HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO TOO!

I was just with Neville!

Yeah but you spent the night with him, that's certainly unusual

It's not

Wait wait wait, you were with him right now weren't you? He was in YOUR bed!?

He was, but nothing happened, nothing has ever happened we are...- y/n stoped right on her track's, she couldn't lie. Even if every night before was innocent, this night in particular wasn't. Neville could have kissed her, she wanted him to kiss her so badly... But he didn't and that broke y/n's heart. She asked him to stay bcoz she couldn't resist the need of having him close to her, to smell his clothes, to feel his arms around her, to hear his heart and feel his breathing in her hair, she wanted him so badly she didn't made the slightliest move in the whole night because of nervousness. She couldn't say they were just friends anymore because this between them meant so much more to her now.

Fred interrupted her thoughts

It's alright I know, you are just friends its fine, I'll take it. Be my girlfriend. Be her friend BUT BE MY GIRLFRIEND. What do you say?

She was speechless. Fred kept going

I know I'm not boyfriend material, my sister just said that and I know she's right, she's bloody right as always, but damn it, I want to be, I can learn, I'm fast and smart as hell and I know we fight a lot but I think that's kinda hot!? Anyway I can learn how to not fight If you want, I just hate that I hurt you and I don't want to push you away, please y/n be my girlfriend you won't regret it I swear.

Fred I'm...-y/n didn't know what to say, she felt her heart split in two, she wanted Fred so badly all those years, but now all she could think about was Neville.

You are not sure, right, ok just don't say no, I tell you what, we can date, give me a month, I can convince you in a month I'm sure all your doubts will be gone once you taste the sweet Weasley premium treatment, what do you say sweetheart can you give me a month?

Gosh as if I could say no, you are bloody persistent and annoying I can barely hear my own thoughts!- she was smiling again, how could she deny anything to him? A month would be perfect to figure it out the mess in her heart.

He took her back home in the muggle way, it was considerably more enjoyable. She invited him to stay for breakfast but he was in a hurry, George and Bill agreed to cover for him so Mrs Weasley wouldn't notice Fred's absence, so he gave her a kiss and then he pushed a bottom in the machine and disappeared in the blue sky.

Y/n's grandma was already up in the kitchen with a cup of tea, a weird expression behind her golden glasses. Y/n was suddenly nervous, something was going on. She approached the kitchen table slowly.

Sorry grand, it was a friend, he wanted to see me on Christmas, I didn't mean to wake you up - maybe I can wake Neville too so we can all open the gifts together?

Her grand remained silent for a moment and then she expressed in the most mortifying tone

You know dear, I might not be used to flying motorcycles but I can recognize a broken heart when I see it.

Huh?

They looked at each other for a moment and then, something inside y/n broke. She raced upstairs to check the rooms. They were empty. Neville was gone.

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It was funny how sometimes Neville was just carried away by a feeling or a thought and felt so sure of the decisions he needed to take. Most of the time he hesitated but there were moments where he just knew. This was one of them.

As soon as y/n left with Fred he took his things, apologized to y/n's grandma and left the house. He took the knockturn bus and went to London, to San Mungo's. He spent the day with his mom and dad, his grandma came by the end of the visit, she wasn't surprised to see him there. She acted normal, as if this was what they have planned. He told her he would be back to Hogwarts, to catch up with some homework and take care of some plants, she didn't try to dissuade him to come home, it was clear in his eyes that he needed to be alone but before he got on the train she told him something that he would never forget

My boy there is a lot of things you have to work hard for, but love isn't one of them.

Neville was relieved to find himself alone all the way to Hogwarts because he couldn't hold the tears any longer. Even if he had zero expectations, even if he didn't dare to dream of getting the girl of his dreams, even when he came into this situation knowing he already lost, he was heartbroken.

Love. That word was nothing but something he was kept away from. The love of his parents, stolen away just because. The love of his nan always hidden from him so he would grow strong and not weak. But he was just so sensitive, thirsty for love and affection, it was so bad he went straight to fall for a girl who's heart was already taken. And he thought he could live in peace with that defeat but the moment she went away with Fred he knew he couldn't. Waiting for her to return felt like twisting the knife that was already in his heart. That grey morning he found that despite all odds he had a pride and he wasn't built to stay in the shadows, quiet and well behaved like a puppy. He was hurt and he was angry. Angry at himself, how did he not see this coming? The moment he became friends with her he put himself in such vulnerable position... He had always found her gorgeous and nice, but she seemed so far away even if she was kind and cared about him she was a stranger and a bit older so that should have been enough, but no, the moment he saw her dancing to one of his favorite records he was already hook, and what is worse, from the moment he was really interested, she was already taken. Time was a perfect way to test fate and it was always so clear that they weren't meant to be together it was almost laughable the way he insisted on falling for her while he was telling himself that they were just friends. Always so damn stupid.

He had been in the dept's of despear for hours, laying in his bed blissfully alone when a recognizable knock interrupted in the cold night. There was almost no one in the Gryffindor Tower so he was almost sure it was her, but he still wondered if it could be. He remained silent, then the knock insisted one more time and she spoke

Nev, if you are there please please answer, I'm really worried.

His heart jumped enthusiastically but he's mind knew better. He needed to be back on his track's, be more careful with his own feelings, set boundaries so he could survive this.

Please Nev, I'm sorry I ...

He opened the door immediately, he couldn't bare to listen an apology

Im ok, don't worry, it was an emergency at home so don't feel guilty, everything it's alright y/n, it was unnecessary for you to return so soon, I'm sorry I wasn't clear with the reason for my sudden departure.

He's eyes were swollen, it was horrible to see him like this.

But, Can I help with anything? Are you sure you are alright? You seem...

Actually yeah, I need time alone, to figure out things.

Oh

Sorry y/n, if you don't mind...

Yeah, ok, yeah, I'll be in my dorm if you need me ok?

Sure, thank you, good night.

Closing the door in her face was one of the hardest things he had ever done in his life, she looked as sad and confused as him and the need to make her feel better was hard to shut down. He needed this. They needed this. The distance would make everything clear and simple as it used to be.

The next day more students were back in school just in time for the Slytherin new years party, y/n was not in the mood to celebrate but she needed a distraction, so she made an effort to cover her swollen face, red eyes and pale skin and went to the dungeons in a little silver dress.

The music was loud in the crowded common room, the first thing she did was hurrying to the table in the corner and pour herself a drink, the act reminded her of the episode in the kitchen with Neville, her heart hurt at the memory, how could things be so different just from a few days before? He didn't wanted her around and she didn't wanted to give him another opportunity to reject her so she fulfilled his wishes staying out of his way. Soon enough she was half drunk, a few boys had hit on her from time to time but she had turned them all down. She missed Neville so badly, the music was just lame and he wasn't there to complain with, a few class mates from Hufflepuff and Slytherin had dropped by to catch up and she was just so bored with all of them. No one understood her jokes, she needed Neville so bad, it felt like a physical pain.

And then Ginny Weasley showed up.

After saying hello to the 90% of the crowd she came by to have a chat.

How you doing?

Y/n didn't even made and effort to seem happy and just made a gesture.

Oh that sounds lovely! - Ginny laughed - you look hot tho, why are you here alone?

Y/n raised her shoulders in response, having her mouth occupied with her sweet emerald drink.

How much have you take? And no, this time I will not take grunts for an answer.

Dunno, where are your friends? It's weird to see you alone...

I have a lot of friends you'll have to be more specific

I mean Luna and...

She couldn't even say his name, she already felt the tears trying to come up

Oh, well Luna is over there next to the dj, possibly trying to steal his position... obviously Neville is not coming, even if he felt better he would never

Have you seen him then?!

Yes

And!?!?? - y/n was no longer trying to hide her concern, she needed to know, she needed answers.

I'm sorry y/n all I can say is that he needs time. But he's ok. - Ginny noticed y/n's expression, she felt bad for her but also, a sudden thought altered her empathy

Why are you not asking about my brother?

Y/n's face turned red, fortunately Luna and some other girls aproched, one of them was tall and blonde, she was really loudly asking questions about every boy, wanting to know who was available and the other (a cute brunette with long hair) was just laughing at everything. Luna greeted y/n with a hug.

Hi y/n! You seem sad, if a had a fruit I would give it to you.

Oh, thanks Luna, I'm not...

WHY ARE YOU SAD??- y/n had the whole attention from all of them and she was feeling really uncomfortable.

I'm not, it's just new years and all that

ITS BECAUSE OF A BOY?! IS HE SINGLE?

Yeah, I mean no, he IS single, but is not THAT, he is my friend, he doesn't speak to me right now

BUT WHY, WHY DID YOU DO?!

y/n doubted for a second, but the alcohol in her system and her desperate need for answers were faster than her brain and all of the sudden she was explaining everything to the girls. It was really comforting to see their reactions when she told them the important parts and the confusion in their faces in the ones that were eating her inside. Ginny was quiet and Luna seemed distracted looking at the giant squid who was casually observing the party through the window. Y/n didn't felt offended, it was an astonishing scene.

BUT WAIT, ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT FRED WEASLEY? AND LONGBOTTOM? THE BOY YOU ARE ALWAYS WITH...

The brunette seemed to catch up just then and exclaimed

ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING REJECTING FRED BLOODY WEASLEY FOR NEVILLE??!!;!

SHSHSHSHSHHSS!!!

Draco, who was really close took interest in their conversation and came to talk to them

Did I just hear that someone is debating about Weasley and that useless Longbottom?

Ugh piss of Malfoy

Been telling everyone that you acted like a couple in love, but I can't actually believe that you would choose that useless clumsy joke of a wizard for a boyfriend if you have the chance to get Fred Weasley

RIGHT?! -the blonde was moving her eyelashes in an abnormal way and getting closer and closer to Draco.

The two of you are just idiots then - y/n couldn't control her rage at those horrible words towards Neville.

Neville is AMAZING, he has the best taste in music, he is incredibly sensitive and funny and his hands are sooo delicate and his fingers so long, his eyes are dreamy and he really knows how to listen and gives excellent advice, he is tall and his hair is thick and so black and soft and smells so damn good it makes you smile as soon as you wake up in the morning, his nose is long and cute and shows real character, his lips are so red and his smile sweet and he's so charming and he knows and IS lot of stuff that you could never dream and you'll never get to know because you don't deserve to know him, so cut the shit off you kidney stone wankers!!!

Obviously that was the moment the music had stopped. They were all silent and y/n felt her face burning.

Finally Draco said

Well, I think you have it all clear, Happy new year - he smiled and went for a drink. The two girls went after him.

Then, the impossible happened and the dj put an Oasis song.

Y/n could have laughed if she wasn't so busy crying.

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[thatdammchickennugget]

Congratulations on 1500 followers, I am so happy for you, you definetly deserve every single one 🌻✨

For your celebration event - my description of myself:

I wear round glasses with black frames, without which I think I look stupid. My favourite pieces of clothing are band shirts and jeans with wide legs. I don't wear makeup, I'd be too lazy to have to get ready all the time, and I don't think it would suit me. I'm afraid of spiders (no matter how big they are) and crowds of people if it gets too loud and I don't find my way around. If I were allowed, I'd take my two turtles to Hogwarts (-> Harry Potter fandom, please). (oh... and I'm a girl)

Specific scenario... maybe friends to lovers?

Thank you very much, I think the idea is great. I'm one of your followers, by the way, but I wanted to remain anonymous because of the description of me. But I still like you very much and think your fanfictions are great, you are one of my favourite blogs 🌻

Thank you!! And I saw your second ask specifying golden trio era haha, I was just about to do one for each era💕💕

Romantic Match-Up: Fred Weasley

the twins adopted you in your first year, seeing you keep to yourself and quiet and instantly making it their mission to bring you out of your shell

it didn't take long until you became part of their group, becoming the voice of reason and doing your best to keep the collateral damage of their pranks to a minimum

you still loved their pranking, and to the surprise of most people, you were more often than not behind the best of them, planning behind the scenes while they do the dirty work, taking the blame without batting an eye to keep you out of trouble

they invited you to the burrow for the first time in your third year and the other weasley's took you in as one of their own immediately. ginny and ron see you as a big sister, bill and charlie appreciate you for being such a good friend to their brothers and percy believes you're the only thing keeping them from being expelled

molly basically started planning the wedding at that point, able to see how gentle and sweet Fred is with you when he managed to be somewhat of a menace around everyone else

by your fifth year, everybody could see Fred was head over heels for you, well, everybody but fred himself

when the yule ball came around, george and lee decided to finally put an end to his pining and roped you into a date with someone else, urging Fred to see that he finally needs to make a move because you're a catch and he needs to put in some work if he doesn't want some other boy to sweep in

the first half of the night he just sat around brooding while watching you have fun, but the moment he saw you stand up to get a drink by himself he finally grew some balls and went over to you, asking you to dance

at the end of the night, he was the one walking you back to your dorm, mustering up the courage to finally kiss you and tell you about his feelings

after that, george and lee kinda regretted getting involved because you were so sickingly sweet together and fred was not afraid to show them just how lucky he was to have you

he'd always been really in tune with how you were feeling, always quick to step in if he noticed you being uncomfortable in a crowd, but now he would just pull you in closer to him, making sure no one was bumping into you or getting to close, distracting you by whispering sweet nothings or little jokes into your ears or taking you to a more secluded place to spend some time with you alone

and he's absolutely love your glasses, always using the chance to touch you and get close to you when he sees them sliding down your nose, pushing them back up and leaving a little kiss on the top of your head after doing so

Song: Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows

#nuggets 1500 follower celebration #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #fred weasley headcanons

[spencerzakwrites]

afraid of death

summary: fred weasley was never afraid of dying, infact he believed he was immortal since he was a kid. all that changed when he came face to face with death.

request?: nope!

tags/cws: death, angst, canon fred death, george becomes sad :(

fred felt like he was the bravest boy on the planet, never scared of anything, always protecting his younger siblings from dangers, never afraid of death.

most of the time it felt like he was ontop of the world, yet one day his view on the danger of death was changed. it had changed drastically.

everything was overwhelming, spells were being casted left and right, screaming could be hear near and far, people chatting amongst themselves and the air was cloudy. nothing felt right.

fred arm suddenly was being tugged by his twin, dragging him towards a safe-place, atop a tower, looking over the fight. they both sat, just staring off into the distance. george abruptly spoke out, “you okay, freddie?”

fred looked over, smiling before looking back at the crowd and replying, “yeah.”

george slightly nudged him with his elbow, muttering out, “me too.” they both smiled as they continued to watch over the battle between both sides. both felt a presence behind them as they turned and saw their older brother, percy.

percy looked at them both before speaking out, “fred, george, we gotta go. c’mon.” the twins stood as they all ran off towards the group of fighters, quickly adapting to the scenario and joining in on the battle.

eventually they had spilt off, fred and percy fight off one death-eater, Augustus Rookwood, while george fought another.

after a few minutes fred had finally knocked down the death eater, his brother chuckled before knocking down another man, the minister of magic. percy chuckled, “i guess i’m resigning from the minstery.”

fred turned towards him and started to laugh, “perc, your joking! i dont think you’ve made a joke since you were-“ he had been cut off, a loud explosion could be heard before dust and rubble filled the air.

percy let out a few coughs as he waved the air, opening his eye and examine around the area. he spotted fred laying against the cold floor, coughing out a lung. percy gasped loudly as he leaned down and started to clear off the rubble from atop his brother.

fred let out a weak laugh as he moved some of the rubble, falling and hitting his back against the concrete. fred muttered, “i guess i’m not immortal, huh perc.”

percy let out a small chuckle as tears filled his eyes and started streaming down his cheeks as fred took a deep breath. fred’s face went pale, his hand stop shaking, his chest not moving. the older weasleys face dropped, nudging him slightly, “fred, fred? cmon man, stop joking around. this isn’t funny.”

after a few nudges, his face became more soaked with tears, loud sobs escaped his mouth. percy yelled out for anyone, doesn’t matter if it was a stranger or not he needed help. someone raced over, helping him pick his lifeless brother up and carrying him inside.

lots of students and other members of the order were sat inside, sitting next to friends and family. percy’s face and clothes were covered in dust, his cheeks stained with tears as he carried his brother over to a empty cot.

they layer him down easily as percy sat, staring at the body, more tears flooding his eyes. he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking up he saw his older brother, bill. he gave the older male a weak smile as he pulled him up, hugging him tightly.

the older brother looked behind him, spotting his family as each raced over. their mother let out a gasp, tears forming in her eyes as her eyes darted from the body of her son and her other son. percy gave her a firm hug as he looked back at his father, him wiping his face with a cloth as he hugged the girl next to him.

the wide doors opened as a tall man and a few others entered, the redhead spotting his family and racing over with a wide smile across his lips. he reached them, hugged each tightly as he spotted his twin, lifeless on the ground.

george’s heart dropped. he felt i’ll as his knees hit the ground beside the body. his eyes were drenched in tears, sobs escaping his lips as he leaned down, hugging his twin.

after a few moments the doors opened again, harry, ron, and hermione strutting inside as each looked around. all three walking over towards the family as ron sprinted over, standing beside his sister. george had finally stood up, hugging his mother as he quickly turned around and tightly embraced his younger brother.

ron felt sick, like he was going to puke as he looked over at his older brother, laying lifeless on the ground. he let go of his other brother, kneeling on the ground as he broke out in sobs. his mother gently rubbing his back in comfort, everyone tearing up still as they all stood around.

percy stormed off, running out of the building towards anywhere that wasnt inside. george looked over at him, following him. the older male sat against a pile of rubble, the younger sitting next to him.

percy looked over, his face and sleeves drenched in tears and sweat as george whispered out, “perc, you okay?”

percy just shook his head, leaning his head back down into his arms. after a second he had finally muttered out, “its all my fault. i’m the reason fred is dead.”

george felt his heart drop, his stomach twisting into itself as he rubbed his brothers back, “no its not. perc, don’t tell yourself that.”

percy looked up at him, giving him a weak smile as they exchanged a tight embrace. percy’s heart still felt ill, drowning in guilt as his brother just massaged his back, giving comfort to the hurt male.

after moments they both returned to their family’s, ready to finish off this war and avenge their lost brother.

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