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jimblejamblewritings · 1 year

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riddle means misery | part 12.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Everyone hates her. She’s evil... she has to be.

Warnings for the Series: 18+, this series is dark. Manipulation, dubcon verging on noncon, abuse of power, violence, ed mentions, death, blood

Pairing: Bill Weasley x black!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: one more part left because I think there should be a sweet smutty scene to bring closure but as you can tell, the series is coming to its end

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

About a month or so later Bill came by with lunch like he always did, a little surprised to see various students in your classroom. Unfortunately that included all of his siblings that still went to Hogwarts. He awkwardly held up the bag.

“It’s three cup chicken and some brownies for dessert. We’ve officially finished that cookbook, time for another.”

“Thank you, just set it up and I’ll go wash my hands.”

“Sounds great.”

Bill tried to keep his back to your students as much as possible. The two of you hadn’t really told anybody about the new update in your relationship. Not even Molly or Arthur. There wasn’t much to tell. You were very unsure of how you wanted it to go and Bill was very respectful of that. He held your hand whenever he felt like it. And, because you said that you liked it, he gave you hugs all the time. Of course, his siblings didn’t care about any of that. They immediately came up to him and started asking questions.

The rest of your students left when you ushered them out but the Weasleys, Potters, and Lupins didn’t. They had been working on a very elaborate plan to make all of them family which involved setting Tonks up with Charlie to connect the Weasleys to the Lupins who are already connected to the Potters by way of Sirius having been officially adopted by the Potters all those years ago. If you were with Bill then that added you a lot easier than whatever they were thinking of. Ginny leaned on your desk.

“Professor, Bill won’t answer our questions. Are you two dating?”

Your boyfriend looked over at you. Bill had no idea how much you wanted people to know. He was okay with keeping a low profile. A smile involuntary crossed his face when you nodded and his siblings squealed. Confirming your relationship was the first big step for you. The children ran out of the classroom with excitement, definitely going to go tell their parents and potentially all their other friends. Ron came running back.

“I take back everything I said. You are so not an older me, Harry, and Hermione. I could never date her, that’d be weird.”

You and Bill chuckled as he left once more. Bill came up behind you, hugging you tightly. You turned so you could bury your face in his chest for a moment. Sometimes it was rough to just let go around Bill. There was still always a little thought that everything would come crashing down at any moment. He had been nothing but good to you. However, you were still worried. Bill felt your head move and looked down to see you staring at him.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Will you please kiss me?”

Bill gave you a small smile before leaning down. He knew that he was your first kiss ever and was careful to keep it soft and sweet. His lips just barely brushed against yours before he closed the small gap. Bill’s hands slowly moved up your body to hold your face.

“Relax, Y/N. I got you, love, okay?” Bill murmured against your lips.

You let yourself relax like he said, melting into the way he gently caressed your face. Rather reluctantly, Bill pulled away. He pressed a quick peck to your lips before suggesting that you both eat lunch before it gets cold. The two of you kept inching closer to each other as you ate until you were practically in your boyfriend’s lap. Bill rubbed small circles on your back and thighs. Kissing you was even better than he thought it would be. He was happy that the first kiss you got was a nice one. He leaned over to kiss you again when he noticed how you kept staring at his lips, too afraid to ask him to kiss you again.

Even before dating, Bill had gotten pretty good at reading your tells. You tried as hard as possible to verbally communicate your needs to the people around you so they didn’t have to play guessing games. But sometimes it was hard. You were still a bit scared to approach people and ask questions. And even if you weren’t capable, you always did stuff by yourself first instead of asking for help.

No one ever pushed. The progress you had made in only two years of being free— less considering you were taken back to St. Barney’s for a few months before the trials had started— was incredible. The fact that you actually talked to people was good enough for them.

The Marauders and everyone else had been thinking about it. If they had been tortured since being a first year at Hogwarts an it didn’t stop until their thirties, they weren’t sure they would handle it as well as you seemed to be. Still, some days were better than others. On your worst days, you were barely able to teach and wouldn’t speak outside of a lesson. That was usually when you stayed in your room the entire day. When you would get home, Bill would make tea and get you a blanket and just sit next to you. If you wanted to cuddle then he was more than glad to provide that. If you just sat on the couch until you fell asleep then he would carry you to your bedroom and just hope that the next day was a better one.

Bill pressed a final kiss to your forehead before leaving to get back to his job. He liked the new addition to your routine and was happy to give forehead and cheek kisses whenever. He still waited for you to ask or for him to notice you looking at his lips before fully kissing you. Sometimes, he’d ask outright but didn’t want to do it often for fear of your feeling pressured.

Instead of meeting you for lunch in your classroom, Bill came into the Great Hall. He was followed by Lily, Dorcas, and another Ministry employee. With great care, they explained that the Ministry was asking to speak with you. Living history was what the Order of the Phoenix had become.

Dumbledore had a whole section in the Hogwarts’ Library about him. Mad-Eye had a few thick books himself. As the object of Voldemort’s prophecies, the Potters and Longbottoms also got their own books. Everyone else was mentioned in chapters of textbooks, newspaper articles, several radio and tv interviews. Everyone but you. The actual you.

Books had been taken out of production and re-edited, newspaper articles were updated to state the information was incorrect, recorded interviews had the parts that mentioned you redacted. Written history had to be changed. It had to show that you were always on their side and paid a terrible price because of everyone’s judgment.

Dorcas handed you the letter. “It doesn’t have to be a book, it can be whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“You can always say no, Y/N,” Bill reminded you. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to. They still have your trial recordings they can use. You don’t have to do anything.”

“I don’t really want to speak with anyone,” you admitted.

“Okay.” Lily nodded. “Would you like to at least review the book before it goes into print? Confirm everything’s correct.”

You agreed to that bit, not willing to let anyone paint you in a bad light again. Everyone but Bill left. He didn’t have time to stay for lunch because of a curse-breaking mission he had to go on. Your boyfriend set a small gift on the professor’s table.

“Mum wants to know if we’re coming for Christmas. I said it’s up to you.”

Naturally, you agreed. Visiting Molly and Arthur was always a good time for you. You loved how warm and cozy the Burrow was. Bill leaned all the way over the table to peck your lips before running out to get to his job. The Marauders watched the small smile appear on your face as you brought the little gift closer to you. A gasp left your mouth and you wanted to go run and hug your boyfriend but he was already gone. It was a pearl necklace. You picked up the little card that came with it.

I remember you looking at something like this a while ago. Couldn’t afford the whole set right now without dipping into our budget but I wanted to get you something nice. I’ll see you later, love.

The necklace was a single pearl on a pendant but it was beautiful. You were always excited to see Bill but you were going to be a bit more excited when he finally got home. Your boyfriend was starting to be a really bright spot in your life.

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 1 year

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~new year's eve party at the Weasley's~

Y/n, who's extremely drunk: Harold, I have something to tell you but it's a secret okay!

Harry who is very sober: Y/n, I won't tell a soul.

~later on~

Harry: RON! RON! RON! Y/N HAS A CRUSH ON ONE OF YOUR BROTHERS!

Ron who is also very very drunk: BLOODY HELL! SERIOUSLY?!? ohhhh I wonder who it is... Percy? No he's a git...Charlie?! No, she doesn't really know him that well... BILL?!? Wait no, he's engaged... George? Wait or is it Fred? Wait which one of them is which....oh crap....*big gasp* WHAT IF ITS GINNY?! Wait no, she's my sis-

Harry:... It's Fred

Ron: OHHHHHH!!!

Ron:

Ron: which one of them is Fred again?

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kqvse · 25 days

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What it’s like dating Gryffindor men

- a fanfic by kqvse

Harry Potter

- will accidentally kill you and move on in 2 days

Ron Weasley

- will forget you exist when he sees Hermione in a 5 mile radius of a man

Neville Longbottom

- really?

Fred Weasley

- are you sure this is Fred

George Weasley

- are you sure this is George

Oliver Wood

- will sell you for a quidditch guidebook

Seamus Finnigan

- he is Irish

Dean Thomas

- his name is Dean Thomas

Bill Weasley

- do you speak French?

Charlie Weasley

- a dragon will eat you before you even get a shot

James Potter

- are you ginger?

Sirius Black

- he likes Remus.

Remus Lupin

- he likes Sirius.

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wannabemurdock · 2 years

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Hi,

I want to attempt kinktober without placing too hard expectations on myself so hopefully I’ll post everyday but if not, that’s okay!

I will be posting 31 p*rn links for 31 days each with a little prompt.

If you have any requests send them through.

find all my other work here

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Day 1: Matt Murdock + pussy worship

Day 2: Rick Grimes + handcuffs

Day 3: Bucky Barnes + soft sex

Day 4: Daryl Dixon + overstimulation

Day 5: Frank Castle + housewife kink

Day 6: Charlie Weasley + bathroom sex

Day 7: Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) + bondage

Day 8: Sirius Black + face riding

Day 9: Kate Bishop + tit worship

Day 10: Negan Smith + thigh riding

Day 11: George Weasley + caught masturbating

Day 12: Wanda Maximoff + bondage

Day 13: Daryl Dixon + face sitting

Day 14: Natasha Romanoff + phone sex

Day 15: Fred Weasley + begging

Day 16: Eddie Munson + exhibitionism

Day 17: Daryl Dixon + cockwarming

Day 18: Natasha Romanoff + bl00d kink

Day 19: Steve Rogers + rough sex

Day 20: Daryl Dixon + bathtub sex

Day 21: Daryl Dixon & Rick Grimes + threesome

Day 22: Charlie Weasley + throat fucking

Day 23: Matt Murdock + office sex

Day 24: Foggy Nelson + lingerie

Day 25: Bucky Barnes + knife kink

Day 26: Sirius Black + mirror hand job

Day 27: Maggie Rhee & Rosita Espinosa + threesome

Day 28: Peter Parker + fingering

Day 29: Natasha Romanoff + praise kink

Day 30: Foggy Nelson + cockwarming

Day 31: Charlie Weasley + edging

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once-upon-an-imagine · 3 months

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Any suggestions for writer's block? I just started writing a Charlie Weasley story and whenever I thought of it it felt so cool but as soon as I started writing it it was horrible 😂 and now I hate it but I don't want to delete it because maybe I'm just cranky and I'll like it or I can fix it later so idk what to do 😂😂😂😂

send me some DIALOGUES? or ask for some PREVIEWS?

this has helped in the past so idk maybe? you can see all of my WIPs here and you can ask for dialogues from any of these lovable goofballs! Thank you 😊😊

(I'd love some post-Azkaban Sirius Black but really just anyone)

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midnightmoonytales · 1 year

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Harry Potter Masterlist

Lightening Era

Fred Weasley

Sleepy Mornings: Quiet mornings weren't something you nor Fred are allowed very often. Both of you were busy working and didn't allow free time. Settling into a quiet morning, limbs intertwined. No worries, the only focus is on each other.

Apple Pie and Secrecy: Spending Christmas with those you loved after many years of being unable, filled your heart with so much love. Worries of unloyalty floating through the air...what will happen.

George Weasley

**To come**

Bill Weasley

**to come**

Charlie Weasley

**to come**

Harry Potter

**to come**

Draco Malfoy

Last of Us: PT 1 This is the tale of how we children were forced to bear our fangs from a young age, to never trust anyone and icy glares at whoever was a threat. Venom soared through our veins, fulfilling our parents' duty, which was forcibly placed upon us. Wishing for a break, a chance to run. But what happens when we don't run soon enough?

Shut It!: An eventful dinner with your friends in the Great Hall. Slytherin Gang Headcanons Slytherin Gang Headcanons 2 Slytherin Gang as Stiles from Teen Wolf

Fun by the Lake!: It's a hot day on Saturday in April; nowhere you go can you run from the heat. The only solution is a fun day at the lake with your friends.

Pansy Parkinson

Shut It!: An eventful dinner with your friends in the Great Hall.

Slytherin Gang Headacanons Slytherin Gang Headcanons 2 Slytherin Gang as Stiles from Teen Wolf

Fun by the lake!: It's a hot day on Saturday in April; nowhere you go can you run from the heat. The only solution is a fun day at the lake with your friends.

Air So Sweet: Inspired by "Air So Sweet" by Dodie

Mattheo Riddle

Shut it!: An eventful dinner with your friends in the Great Hall.

Forbidden Detention: Mattheo and Theodore drag you into one of their little schemes, resulting in the three of you getting detention. What will they do when they seem to have lost you in the forbidden forest.

Slytherin Gang Headcanons Slytherin Gang Headcanons 2 Slytherin Gang as Siles From Teen Wolf

Fun by the Lake!: It's a hot day on Saturday in April; nowhere you go can you run from the heat. The only solution is a fun day at the lake with your friends.

Theodore Nott

Slytherin Gang Heacanons Slytherin Gang Headcanons 2 Shut It: An eventful dinner with your friends in the Great Hall. Slytherin Gang as Stiles From Teen Wolf

Fun by the Lake!: It's a hot day on Saturday in April; nowhere you go can you run from the heat. The only solution is a fun day at the lake with your friends.

Marauders Era

Remus Lupin

Golden Love Moodboard

Slipping through my fingers: Watching his little girl grow up had to be one of his favorite things to see, but also one of the saddest. Every pivotal moment of her life flashed through his mind, even to this one now.

Sirius Black

James Potter

Jegulily Imagine

Lily Evans

Jegulily Imagine

Severus Snape

Pride and Prejudice blurb: Severus Snape Showers you with love Pride and Prejudice style.

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vulncrables · 24 days

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hey , all ! just going to creep in here & just , hello ! i’m dizzy & i’ve recently been writing on wattpad under @vulncrables & i’ve finally decided to absolutely throw myself into more writing now that my lifes gone a little pear shaped ! i write for all this harry potter , stranger things , heartbreak high & possibly more , i’d love some requests , you can check out my writing on wattpad but i don’t know where to start here , so i thought i’d throw out the offer of requests ! this blog will be for mature audiences ( with canons aged up ) , so smut requests are always welcome !

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swiftieblyth · 1 month

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The Nightshade Sisters: Professor Snape

Warnings- dead mom, abusive dad, raised by aunt uncles and godparents, death eaters, Voldemort, violence and murder, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, all other Harry Potter stuff

Let me know if there’s anything else!

ROSIE’S POV:

The next morning Draco and Rosie walked down to the great hall to get some breakfast. Draco sat next to Rosie, across from Crabb and Goyle. Draco was talking to them as Rosie was writing a letter.

Dear Moony, I miss you so, so, so much! I didn't get put in Hufflepuff with Ceddie or Lacy, nor did I get put in Gryffindor like you. However I did get put into Slytherin like Aunt Joyce and Uncle Tim. I already made a friend! His name is Draco Malfoy, he’s in my house as well. I don’t like that I won’t get to be with you on full moons now. Harry Potter was put in Gryffindor just like you said he would be. I had a panic attack as the train stopped in front of Hogwarts yesterday, but Lace and Ceddie helped me through it. Today’s the first day of classes, I’ll write to you tomorrow to let you know how it goes. I’m really nervous, but I don’t think much attention will be on me if Harry Potter is in my class. I miss and love you, Uncle Moony. Love, Cub

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, looking at Rosie.

“I’m writing to my uncle. I miss him, so I decided to write to him. Do you want to go with me to ask my siblings if I could borrow one of their owls?”

“Sure.” Draco replied, he got up and grabbed Rosie’s hand, to help her up.

“This way.” Rosie stated, taking the lead and dragging him behind her. “Lace, Ceddie!”

“Rosie!” Lacy replied, wrapping her arms around Rosie in a big hug.

“Lace… I… Can’t… Breathe.”

“Sorry.” Lacy let out, letting go of her, as she saw Draco. “Hi. Who are you?”

“I’m Draco, Rosie’s best friend.” Draco explained, sticking out his hand to Lacy. Rosie smiled and a small blush came to her cheeks. Cedric saw and smirked.

“I’m Lacy,” Lacy replied, shaking Draco’s hand. “I’m Rosie’s older sister, and this is our brother, Cedric.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Draco,” Cedric smiled, shaking Draco’s hand.

“Could I borrow one of your owls to send a letter to Uncle Remus?”

“Yeah, of course, Little Rose. Sugar’s in the owlery. Just call her and she’ll come to you.”

“Thanks, Ceddie.” Rosie replied, hugging him. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, Little Rose.”

“So much.” Lacy added.

Later that morning Rosie and Draco went off to Potions class. Rosie sat next to Draco in between the big boys, as if they were their bodyguards.

“Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin so he should like us.” Draco explained to Rosie. “Actually I know he likes me, I’ve known him since I was a baby. He’s my godfather, so just stay with me, and stay on his good side, and you’ll be set for all seven years.”

“Thanks, Draco.”

All of a sudden the doors opened and Professor Snape came storming in. He stopped in front of his desk and looked at the class. Draco sat up straighter with a small smile on his face, his eyes filled with admiration.

“There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class.” Snape explained. “As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However for the select few,” Snape glanced over at Draco and Rosie. “Who possesses the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensure the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to…not pay attention.”

Everyone glanced over to where Snape was looking, Hermione nudged Harry, and he looked up to see Snape glaring down at him. Draco and the big boys snickered, but Draco stopped when Rosie nudged him and gave him a look.

“Potter!” Snape called. “What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"I don't know, sir," Harry said.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

“I don’t know, sir.” Harry said again, as Hermione’s hand stayed in the air.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter as Rosie tried to shut them up, feeling sorry for Harry.

“What’s the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

“I don’t know. I think Hermione does, though, why don’t you ask her?”

“Miss. Nightshade,” Snape called, turning around to look at her. “Perhaps you would like to explain the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? I do believe this is something you would know.”

Rosie stared at him a little wondering how he knew. “There’s no difference Professor. They are the same plant known as aconite.”

“Yes. I thought you would know that. Very nice, Miss. Nightshade, ten points to Slytherin.” The Slytherins started cheering and Draco smiled at Rosie. “And I’d like to see you after class, Miss. Nightshade.”

After class finished Draco got up and looked at her. “Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to stay with you?”

“No, I’ll be okay, Draco. But I wouldn’t mind if you waited outside.”

“Okay,” Draco sighed and walked out of the class behind everyone else.

“You wanted to see me, Professor,” Rosie let out.

“I think you should know that I went to school with your aunt, uncles, and parents before they got expelled and banned from the wizarding world.”

“What does this have to do with anything?”

“I was in Slytherin with your aunt and uncle. I was on good terms with them. However your uncle, Remus, was someone I despised.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir.”

“I do hope you aren't like him.”

“I’m not a werewolf if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Good to know. Judging by the fact that you are in my house, I do hope that you behave more like your aunt and uncle, rather than your uncle and sister.”

“I’ll do my best, sir. May I go now.”

“Yes.”

“Hey, everything okay?” Draco asked, when Rosie walked out of the room.

“Yeah, Snape just wanted to talk to me about my family. Apparently my sister’s not the best student, and he wanted to make sure I’ll be better than her.”

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ourloveisforthelovely · 1 year

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Never the Same Part 8

Regulus Black AU

Story Summary Being Bill’s twin, you were always the supportive one. Now that you are stepping outside of your role everything is changing. For your family, it’s for the worse. For Regulus and yourself, it’s for the better.

Pairings: Regulus x Reader

Rating: Mature. Doesn’t follow the book

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Much to Regulus’ dismay, Walburga didn’t find a new place to “haunt.” Instead, she seemed to latch her claws in even tighter. She proclaimed that she would never leave her home. Nothing that either of her sons had to say could make her do something that she wasn’t ready to.

The good part was she started avoiding everyone and only came out of the master suite if she absolutely had to. This was just fine with Regulus and Sirius. Neither brother seemed overly joyed to have to deal with their mother. It reminded you of zoo keepers having to deal with a ravenous lion. If it wasn’t for Kreacher, you had a feeling that food would be just left at her door with no indication that it mattered if she ate or not. You wouldn’t have been surprised if Regulus and Sirius were playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who would be the unfortunate one to deal with Walburga that day.

You, typically, would have felt sorry for Walburga but after seeing the state that she left Sirius and Regulus in…your “give a damn” was slightly broken. There was also the fact that as your pregnancy progressed you were feeling worse with each day.

“How are you feeling?”

You sighed at Regulus’ question. Looking up from your pillow you gave him a frustrated look.

“Awful! My back hurts. My feet hurt. I don’t think I can stretch anymore and if I don’t stop vomiting…”

Regulus winced, slightly regretting asking that question. He wasn’t even sure why he did. Regulus knew that you were feeling awful. For some reason, he kept asking how you were feeling. If you threw something at him for asking, Regulus wouldn’t be surprised. Normally, you were perfectly sweet and patient but as the pregnancy was progressing… your patience was failing you.

“So…the same?”

Regulus added. You only stared at him. Regulus gave you an innocent shrug. You knew that he was probably as tired of you being pregnant as you were of actually being pregnant. He was too good of a man to say it, however.

“I am never doing this again. I used to want a big family but now I am thinking my parents are mental.”

Regulus chuckled as he moved to put his coat on. He was getting ready to go away for a week, which was also fueling your frustration.

“Well, lucky for you I have never had the desire to have a house full of children.”

You groaned.

“Good, because this is a one-and-done shot. I might possibly jump off of a building if I have to do this again.”

Regulus chuckled before kneeling down beside you. He gently pushed some of your hair away from your face and leaned down to kiss you.

“You can’t jump off of a building and leave me alone with all of these people. You’re the only one keeping me sane. Never mind the fact, that I know absolutely nothing about babies. What if I forgot ours somewhere?”

Regulus was relieved when you giggled.

“You wouldn’t forget them anywhere.”

Regulus blinked a few times.

“My mum and dad forgot me at a funeral parlor once.”

Your mouth dropped. Why this surprised you, you didn’t know. If Regulus told you that his father had forgotten his son’s name it wouldn’t have been entirely shocking. Orion Black seemed to be more of a conversational piece than a father and husband.

“Please tell me that you are joking.”

Regulus shook his head as his face darkened a bit. It was really no wonder that he turned out the way that he did. With his parent’s version of “love” it was a bloody miracle that he was able to talk to you in the first place…let alone be in a healthy relationship.

“Dead serious. I was alone with a corpse for like four hours until Sirius realized that I was gone. It was a lovely experience for a five-year-old to go through.”

You put a hand over your face. If you needed yet another reason to dislike your mother and father-in-law, you had one.

“That’s horrible! Regulus, you would never do something like that to your own child. You are a lot more self-aware than your parents apparently were. Why don’t you just sit this job out? Sirius can go for you.”

Regulus leaned down to kiss you again. He hadn’t told you the exact nature of this job. Something was going down at Hogwarts and The Order needed to get there fast. Regulus watched your face for a moment. He wanted to enjoy each moment looking at you…in case something happened. While Regulus didn’t plan on dying if something happened…he just wanted to enjoy the moment.

“It's already planned with me going. Sirius is going too. If you need me, Kreacher will be able to get to me quickly.”

You wanted to be selfish and tell Sirius to pack an overnight bag. He wasn’t the one expecting twins at any given moment. Regulus was. You had accepted the fact that the twins would probably come early. If Regulus was gone while you were in labor, you would personally throw the biggest tantrum on him that you could muster.

You also weren’t the least bit happy about being stuck in the house alone with Walburga. There were many other tasks that you would be doing versus being stuck in the house with your mother-in-law.

“Fine…if you have to…It seems like all of you are going. Is there something that you aren’t telling me, Regulus Black?

You asked as Regulus moved to stand up. He gave you an innocent look, praying that you would buy it. The last thing that Regulus wanted was to tell you exactly what you were missing out on. Regulus knew that if he told you where he was going you would demand to go. The further away you were from Hogwarts the safer you would be.

“Everything will be just fine. I promise.”

Regulus replied. He knew it was a lie. It was a bold-faced lie and he never should have done it but he did.

“Alright then. Please be careful. It's only a matter of weeks before the twins come and…I can’t do it without you.”

Regulus leaned down to kiss you once more.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

Sirius stepped into the doorway to see if Regulus was ever coming along. He hadn’t said it but he was amazed at the turnaround Regulus made personally. What had been a moody sullen arrogant teenager had turned into the world’s best husband. You were the one thing that Regulus cared for the most in the world.

“Ready?”

Sirius questioned. Regulus’ grey eyes flickered to his brother before looking back to you once more. Putting a hand on the side of your face, Regulus forced a smile and again prayed that you were believing the bullshit that he was offering.

“See you soon.”

Sirius waited until the front door shut before turning to face his brother.

“You haven’t told her exactly what is going on at Hogwarts, have you?”

Regulus shook his head.

“No, she doesn’t need to know. I need to focus on the task at hand. I won’t be able to do that if she's running around fighting too. One of us will get killed and it will probably be me. Y/n is safe here with mother.”

Sirius muttered “fuck me” under his breath. If he knew anything, it would be the fact that you would be furious for not only missing what would be the biggest battle known to Wizardkind but the fact that Regulus lied. Sure, his brother’s intentions were good. No one’s pregnant wife needed to be putting herself on the line like that she needed to know.

“Reg, she’s going to be pissed.”

Regulus again glanced over his shoulder making sure that you weren’t anywhere nearby.

“Pissed or not, she and our children will be alive. She’ll forgive me soon enough. Now let's go and stop talking about this.”

The two walked in silence until Sirius started chuckling. Regulus’ eyes rolled over to his older brother with a scowl.

“What?”

He questioned. Sirius finally got a grip on himself before speaking.

“I would be pissed if you left me with Walburga. The old hag will probably be having Y/n help her organize her obituary scrapbook.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. The last thing that he wanted was to think about his mother. While Regulus really didn’t want to kill Walburga himself it was beginning to look like that was a decent option. The woman was making everyone’s lives miserable.

“When we get back, we need to make a plan to get rid of the old bitch. If we don’t, she will haunt us until she dies again…that is too long away for my liking.”

(several hours later)

You sat in a near haze listening to Walburga rattle on and on about her dead relatives. While Regulus and Sirius made no effort to hide their contempt for their mother (a prime example was Sirius purposely stepping on every crack in the sidewalk to “break his mother’s back.”) you were trying your best to be somewhat decent to her. It was getting harder as your pregnancy progressed. Your patience was thin and listening to this old bitch be nothing but rude to both of her sons was wearing on you.

“And that’s how Aunt Estrella died…Y/n are you listening to me?”

You blinked a few times to pull yourself from your trance.

“Yes…I am.”

Walburga shook her head.

“If you are going to lie to me at least make it about something good. Your eyes have been glazed over for the past half an hour. So, without my son hovering over you like an overprotective mother hen, I can talk to you properly now. What are your plans for the twins? It has to be getting near time for them to be born. I do hope that Regulus and yourself have made plans for a good nanny.”

You had to stop yourself from laughing at the expression on Regulus’ face when you told him that Walburga compared him to a mother hen.

“Actually, no. We haven’t made any plans for a nanny because they are our kids and we can take care of them ourselves.”

Walburga looked totally baffled by that comment. She had never once been without a nanny at least until Regulus was 7. If she had to take care of her children all on her own, it would have been a major inconvenience that Walburga just couldn’t phantom.

“But what about when both of you are tired…or when Regulus is working?”

You leaned back in your chair.

“My mother made it just fine. That’s with a lot more children than two running around. Besides, my mum will be willing to help me. Believe it or not, Regulus and I look forward to taking care of our children."

“Children should be seen and not heard.”

You moved to stand up as Sirius walked in. His disheveled appearance quickly caught your attention. You didn’t give Walburga a second thought before muttering, “I’ll have to get back to you on that” and going to your brother-in-law.

As you approached him, you realized that his eye had a massive cut under it and his nose had been bleeding. Panic surged through you as you realized Regulus wasn’t in the room.

“Sirius! Are you…Regulus? Where is he?”

Sirius attempted to fix his now-destroyed hair. He wanted to make a joke that it would take ages to make it look right again but your expression told him that you wouldn’t appreciate it like normal. The terrified expression on your face told Sirius that you were NOT in the mood for any of his humor at the moment.

“He’s fine! I swear! Regulus sent me. I need you to come with me and try not to panic…I would say to keep an open mind but there is no way to prepare you for what you are about to see.”

You felt your mouth drop at Sirius’ words. Telling you not to panic worked as well as stabbing you and saying “Ah, you’ll be alright…just ignore the bleeding.”

“Sirius…”

Before you could even finish the sentence, Sirius apparated both of you to what was left of Hogwarts. Your mouth dropped even further the moment that you saw the castle that you loved so much nearly destroyed. Looking around, all you could see was sheer carnage. Bloody students and other various adults were wandering around looking totally lost.

The moment that Regulus walked out of what was the great hall, you all but ran to him.

“Regulus!”

You had nearly knocked him down before Regulus could even get a word out. All that mattered to you was the fact that he was alive.

“Y/n…”

He started but you cut him off as you started looking him over in a state of panic. His clothes were dusty and torn in a few places. Thankfully, he appeared to not have much physical damage other than a bruised cheek and busted bottom lip.

“Regulus, what the hell?!”

“Y/n, I’m fine. Everything is going to be…”

You cut him off yet again.

“If you say fine, I am going to slug you! Nothing about this looks fine! I thought that you said this was a small job. Are you seeing the same shit that I am!”

Regulus reached out and cupped your cheeks.

“Y/n, I am okay. He’s gone… Voldemort is gone.”

“Harry! Oh, Merlin, is Harry…”

“He’s fine! He’s okay. I didn’t tell you because, given your condition, there was no way in hell that I was about to let you come here and be potentially hurt. I had to keep you and the babies safe.”

You looked around as a nearby wall partially collapsed. Turning back to Regulus, you mentally tried to ignore the screaming in your head that today could have very well been the day that you lost the man that you loved. Yes, the dark lord was dead but the good side clearly had a ton of losses too.

“What if you had died? How do you think that I would have felt knowing that I never got to see you again? What about our children…Regulus, I am…”

Regulus pulled you back into another kiss silencing any further words. You slipped one hand onto Regulus’ cheek before sliding to the back of his head and tangled in his curls. Neither Regulus nor yourself seemed in any hurry to let go of the other.

Regulus pulled away after a moment but didn’t move too far away from you.

“Because I knew you would panic…I’m alive, here and with you…that’s all that matters.”

You kissed him again as Regulus placed one hand on your stomach.”

“You really are the most stubborn man that I have ever met. If I didn’t love you so much I really would punch you in the face.”

Regulus chuckled as his eyes went to Arthur Weasley. He sighed immediately. Regulus knew what he had to tell you and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to ruin the intimacy of this moment and break your heart but he had to.

“Y/n, I do need to talk to you about one thing though. Not everyone made it. We nearly lost Tonks and Remus.”

You stepped back as your eyes widened. In all of the chaos, you realized that you had yet to see any members of your family.

“My parents? Brothers? Ginny?”

You quickly asked. Regulus’ face darkened as he rubbed a hand over his face.

“They’re fine…everyone except Fred…darling, he didn’t make it.”

Regulus’ words felt like a bullet to your heart. Fred was gone. Everything in your heart came to a screeching halt as you looked around.

“Where are they?”

“In the great hall.”

Regulus replied softly. You took a few deep breaths before turning and running into the great hall. Regulus remained motionless for a moment before turning and going after you. This was the part that he dreaded. Regulus could deal with the fighting and chaos but the aftermath was something that he was not emotionally ready for. He would have to attend the funerals. See the loss in his friend’s eyes as they realized the ones that they cared the most for weren’t coming back.

When he stepped into the great hall, you were kneeling down beside George and Molly. Regulus had to look away. He couldn’t bear to see the look of sheer heartbreak on your face. It was bad enough when the Weasleys realized that Fred was dead, to begin with. Now here you were, the one human that he loved the most in the world, having to face the reality that your little brother was gone and nothing could be done about it. He would have to stand by and watch as you went through some of the darkest days and he wasn’t able to protect you…for once he could do absolutely nothing.

You, meanwhile, sat staring down at Fred’s face. His eyes were closed making him look as if he was only sleeping. Part of you wondered if he would suddenly sit up and say “Got you!” You prayed that would happen. For once, you wanted nothing more than for Fred and George to be playing one of their pranks…but you knew that wasn’t the case. The heartbroken look on George’s face, as he sobbed in Arthur’s arms, told you that this was no joke.

Even though you had your own heartbreak to deal with, you knew that George was experiencing devastation worse. Fred was George’s other half…the other half to the puzzle…now he was gone. You slowly looked up at Bill. Your own twin stood holding his wife but his eye was locked on your face. Without even speaking, you knew that the two of you were thinking the same thing. Neither of you would know how to make it without the other. Bill was the other half of your soul. He was the one who came into the world with you. While the two of you still had each other…George was not missing his other half.

In the noise and chaos, you could only think one thought…

Nothing will ever be the same again

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riddle means misery |part 11.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Everyone hates her. She’s evil... she has to be.

Warnings for the Series: 18+, this series is dark. Manipulation, dubcon verging on noncon, abuse of power, violence, ed mentions, death, blood

Pairing: Bill Weasley x black!reader (semi-slowburn)

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I was thinking about ending it here because I’m genuinely not sure if I have anything else but I also want to explore the relationship so idk

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Charlie blinked three times. When his older brother asked him to have lunch at The Leaky Cauldron, nothing could have prepared him for what Bill wanted to say. He hadn’t seen anyone in their flat for a while now— be it witch or muggle— but he thought it was just Bill taking a break from the dating scene. He wasn’t expecting the answer to be because he was starting to fall in love with you.

He grimaced as he plainly spoke his mind. “Bill, she probably sees you as a kid.”

“It’s only ten years, barely, considering my birthday is well before hers. She’s not even close to Mum and Dad’s age. They didn’t even cross paths at Hogwarts once.”

Charlie sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant look at you, no offense. Y/N’s been through so much. She probably wants to settle down right away and put anything exciting behind her. Do you really think you can give her boring and stable?”

“I could try.”

“That wouldn’t be you though.”

“Then what do I do, Charlie?”

Both men ordered another round of drinks to discuss. Charlie found his worry for his brother lessening and growing at the same time. He was more on board with Bill asking you out. He was still concerned that you would either say no or not work out— either way, breaking his brother’s heart. Bill wanted to go for it. He didn’t always fall hard for someone. But he remembered those few serious relationships always being pleasant. Usually they only parted ways because of differences in lifestyles or ideas.

Charlie set down his drink. “I just thought of a potential issue.”

“What?”

“You’d be her first relationship. That could be terrifying on top of all the other differences with you two. She’s still trying to accept that she has friends now.”

“So I should just forget about it then?”

“I think you should be prepared for her to say no.”

Bill nodded. That was a possibility with anybody he asked out. He should go for it anyway. He was already trying to think of ways to ask you out. Charlie was right. If you said yes, he would be your first relationship. The things he saw in your trial couldn’t be unseen. There were no moments of tenderness but he was determined to change that.

You weren’t at the flat when they got back. You had been using your newfound freedom of not asking permission to leave the house anymore to go anywhere. Quite often, people received little packages on their desks with souvenirs of wherever you had been— Marlene got them in her locker. Both Weasley men assumed you wouldn’t be back until dinner because Gallyrogue was nowhere to be found. That thought was immediately ruined by the sound of something in the cabinet. Charlie opened it to see Gallyrogue looking at his reflection in a shiny pot. You came back, leaving your shoes at the door. Bill immediately moved to help you with your things that were overflowing in your arms. He decided tonight wasn’t the night to ask you out. He’d wait a little bit.

That waiting a few days turned into waiting the entire summer. He never asked you out but he spent more time with you than ever before. He was even with you at Platform 9 and ¾ when it was time for the new school year. You had only ridden the train once in your first year and couldn’t remember anything about it. So you volunteered to be one of the staff members that helped monitor the train.

You were letting Remus have his position back as Charms professor and taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. It was pretty obvious to everyone why that would happen. No one else alive knew more about Dark Arts and how to stop that than you. Bill held on tight when you gave him a hug before leaving his arms and waving from the train. You’d see him tomorrow night, agreeing to stay at Hogwarts overnight for two days out of the week and every other weekend. The same as lots of staff members that had family that didn’t work at the school— McGonagall, Dumbledore, as well as Sirius and Remus were some of the few exceptions that stayed overnight for the entire school year.

You weren’t left alone when you got into your train compartment. All of the Marauders’ kids piled into the compartment. Then the Weasleys found them and soon it was another family affair in a compartment way too small to hold everyone. And then their friends came in. Ginny and Reggie Lupin were practically all over you, the same way they had been all summer. They were mildly obsessed with potions. They were your little foraging buddies. Reggie also liked to pet Gallyrogue, officially annoying his dads with questions about getting a niffler as a pet despite the fact that he and his siblings already had individual pets.

The kids finally left you alone when you arrived at the castle. You left dinner a little early to prepare your classroom and sleeping chamber. Gallyrogue took the time to observe his new stomping ground for the school days. You had been asked to move down to a classroom on the ground floor so the niffler could leave to be outside whenever— Gallyrogue knew how to open the window. You also had a fireplace in the classroom. Partially for warmth and partially for you to use it for the Floo Network.

Your first class of the day were the sixth years. You wished it was the first years because you would have just taken them down to the Chamber for the first day. It had been such a success last year that every student asked you and Remus if they could go down there and get a basilisk fang. You thought about making it a ‘Welcome to Hogwarts’ tradition for the first years to get old basilisk fangs and a trip to the not so secret anymore Chamber.

You weren’t sure if you were comforted by the fact that none of your friends’ children were in sixth years. At least you could have looked at them while teaching if you got nervous. It would be your first class ever. What if you weren’t good at teaching children?

Remus was kind enough to leave his old notes telling you where each year had left off in lessons. The children liked your class so far. You were doing alright, certainly better than Quirrel. It was hard for you at first to get used to everyone’s eyes on you. You turned to write something new on the board.

James was walking by, having no classes first period. He was picking up supplies for McGonagall from Hogsmeade and finally making his way back. Did he decide to take the long way around to see how you were doing? Maybe. James was glad that he did.

He made it to your classroom just as the chalk dropped from your shaking hand and you crouched down to hug yourself. He shooed all the students away from where they were starting to leave their desk to see if you were all right. You nearly jumped out of your skin and wanted to scramble backwards when James’ hand landed on your shoulder. He gently grabbed the sides of your face. You started shaking your head.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“No, Y/N, you’re fine. There’s nothing wrong.”

“I don’t do dark arts. I’m not bad, I’m not bad.”

“I know, we all know. Trust me.” James looked at the board. Letting you take this position was a bad idea.

Your class was dismissed and an emergency staff meeting was called. You slowly entered, wringing your hands the entire time. They tried to look away from your bloodshot eyes. The Marauders had already seen on the map that you had been in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom— it was safe to assume you were crying. You sniffled twice and stood in front of everyone.

“I promise I’ll do better.” Your words were measured and deliberate.

Dumbledore shook his head. “It was inappropriate of me to ask you to switch positions in the first place. Considering your situation we should have been more careful and let you keep your position.”

“But I can’t do Charms.”

Severus raised his hand. “I’ll take her spot. Y/N is a brilliant potion master too, there’s no need to make this a big hassle.”

The switch was finished before lunch with no problem. You kept your classroom but Severus and the house-elves had helped move everything from his potions rooms and closet up to your space. The felix felicis had to be put up on a high shelf to avoid Gallyrogue’s clutches.

Potions was a lot calmer for you. It was better to be teaching something rather calming. You still agreed to take the first years to get basilisk fangs. Other professors tried not to make their presence known as they walked by your classroom every now and then to check up on you. A smile came to McGonagall’s face as she saw you pass out supplies to your first year class with some Ravenclaws and Gryffindors.

“I want everyone to look at these ingredients and pick your favorite one by the end of the week. I promise to teach each group all the potions that can be made with their favorite ingredient… everything that isn’t dangerous.”

Dinner was buzzing with students talking about your class. The Marauders smiled at you as you walked into the hall with an interesting sort of scurry. James and Sirius snorted while Remus sighed. Your niffler was running behind you. One of your shoes was in Gallyrogue’s mouth and they could only assume that the other one was in his pouch. You dropped a bunch of stuff on the staff dining table, including a very large object.

“I found a drag— Oh, thank you Gallyrogue.” You stopped to put on the shoes he gave you. “I found a dragon egg! The poor baby was abandoned in the forest. I’m going to give it to Charlie.”

“She’s worse than Hagrid,” Sirius whispered to the other two men.

“Y/N,” Remus started. “How about we give him the egg after dinner? Aren’t you hungry?”

“Oh, Bill wants to have dinner together. I’m meeting him there.”

“You’re going to dinner with Bill?”

“We’re going to France. I dressed up.”

“You’re going to France?”

“I just said that.”

“Yeah, she just said that, Honey,” Sirius said, highly amused. “Let her go before she’s late.”

You gathered your stuff, handing it to Gallyrogue who gladly pocketed all of it. The men watched you walk off to your date that you obviously didn’t know was a date. Most of their dinner conversation turned to talking about you and Bill. They didn’t even know he was into you. James was immediately for the notion of you two as a couple.

You were excited to go out for dinner. Bill had told you the restaurant was really nice. It was on a beach in France. You had only been to France once— staying for a month to learn variations of the Cruciatus Curse when you were nine. It would be nice to go under different circumstances. You met Bill at the Public Floo Network near the restaurant. He was dressed nicely, hair even pulled back.

“You look lovely,” he said, a bit breathless.

“Thank you.”

“Can I escort you?” Bill held out an arm.

You took it with no problem. Bill felt like his heart was pounding out of his chest. He was going to do it. He was finally going to ask you out like he had been planning all summer. Everything was perfect. He had planned for it. You guys were sitting on the outer deck to look at the beach. The sun was setting and the glass jars had fire in them to keep guests warm and give light. You were ordering good food and talking like you had been ever since coming to stay with him and Charlie. A waiter brought out the bouquet that had been planned and Bill was going to spill his guts.

“I have really enjoyed having you around.”

“I have too.”

“No, Y/N, not in that way. I have enjoyed having you around, past just liking your presence. You are so strange sometimes and I love it. Your scurries, the way you get excited about potions stuff, your determination to make every single recipe in that muggle cookbook even though we both hate asparagus and it’s in a surprisingly large amount of dishes, I love all of it. I don’t just want to love the things you do or the things about you. I want to love you. I want to get rid of that stupid wall between our rooms and stay with you. And I know I’m a bit younger than you but I’m serious. I’m serious and I’m ready for a future with you. I would like to date you. Would you be my girlfriend?”

“No thank you.”

Bill looked defeated. He still handed you the bouquet. It was always a possibility. He knew that when he talked with Charlie about it. As far as Bill was concerned, ten years wasn’t that ridiculous— not when you both met each other as full grown adults. But he always knew that you might’ve not felt the same way. He didn’t expect the rejection to hurt so much considering he wasn’t always successful with dating. Maybe it was because you had said so sweetly and shortly. Maybe it was because he saw your patronus that he swore was his.

“Is it okay if I ask why?”

“You’ll leave me,” you said simply.

“What?”

It was simple to you. Everyone else had left in the past so why wouldn’t Bill? It made complete sense to you. What about the man in front of you was any different than everybody you had ever met. It kind of pained you to say it but only three people had ever been on your side with no conditions or out of guilt/remorse. Your parents and Lucius Malfoy. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Bill but somewhere in the back of your mind you were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Bill nodded. “Thank you for telling me. I do promise I won’t leave you. Even after my embarrassing confession, I hope this doesn’t change things between us. I’ll always be here for you.”

“I… believe you.”

Bill smirked. “No you don’t.”

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. You know if we leave now we can get gelato in Italy before all the shops close.”

“Won’t we have to spend more money on the Floo?”

“It’s only a couple knuts for the extra trip.”

You thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing to go. You and Bill walked shoulder to shoulder eating gelato until it was finished and it was time to go home. True to like he said, nothing changed between the two of you. It created a weird dynamic when it came to everyone else though. As far as the Marauders were concerned, Bill showing up to the school everyday with your lunch was a very boyfriend thing to do. He had made it clear that he knew where the two of you stood which made it all the more confusing.

You were very comfortable with what had been established between the two of you. You liked Bill. You would never admit it to Charlie but Bill was slightly higher than the other Weasley. You liked how Bill refused to cast ‘muffliato’ on your room so he could actually help you with nightmares whenever you woke up screaming. You liked how he embraced your weirdness.

Bill was at Hogwarts, giving you your lunch as normal. This time he brought his own because you asked him to stay. You wanted to check on his scars from Fenrir with all of your equipment that was at the school. It was important that nothing was happening beneath the surface of the scars that could harm him. Bill laughed when you started to get your potions ready before scrambling to close the curtains so none of your students would see a shirtless man.

“Are we all good?” he asked as you moved to check the scars on his face.

“Your chest is fine and…” You pulled down the bottom lid of his eye. “Your face is perfect. And you don’t feel any symptoms like Remus, right?”

“Nothing past the same ones as last time.”

You nodded. “Those might be permanent then. You can stop taking the wolfsbane if you want.”

“Sounds great. You ready to eat?”

The two of you sat on your desk and set up lunch in between you guys. This time Bill made soup to go with the asparagus meal because both of you really couldn’t stand it. He laughed as you made a face.

“Why can’t we just skip these meals?”

“We’re finishing the cookbook.”

“Alright, alright. Gally, come here.”

You watched Bill feed all of the asparagus to the niffler. His smile made you smile a bit. Some of his hair fell in front of his face. You started to push some of it behind his ears for him. Your fingers paused, still holding his hair.

“Okay.”

Bill sat up straight. “Okay what?”

“I want to date you, if you still want me.”

He choked on his drink. “For real? This isn’t because of anything I’ve said, is it? If you need space ju—”

“I want to date you. I think. You were right, you haven’t left yet. No one has. I’m always afraid of everything, real or not, so maybe I can try not to be. Maybe you will be a good thing. I won’t know if I’m still scared of everything. I don’t want to be scared of you— of who you might be.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

Bill laced his fingers through yours, holding your hand up to his lips with a pause until you nodded that it was alright to kiss it. His thumb rubbed over your skin in a slow, comforting manner. Bill waited until you met his eyes again. His face held the utmost seriousness.

“I will never give you a reason to be scared. I know your past was awful and you’re new to all of this. We’ll go slow, okay? Your pace for it all. I can’t promise I’ll get everything right, I’ve never been with anyone in your position before. But I promise you, Y/N, I won’t ever give you a reason to be scared of me. I’ll be the place you can go if you feel scared. Does that sound good?”

“I’d like that.”

“Brilliant.”

(part 12)

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@thirsty4nonlivingmen @0collectiveworld0 @motomamita @queen-stars2

PERMANENT TAGLIST:

#marauders x reader #poly!marauders #dark!marauders #marauders fic #marauders imagines #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley x black!reader

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