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jomiddlemarch · 2 months

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With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler

Rose stood before her, drooping, her braids coming undone, shoes scuffed, a new rip in her overalls, giving Hermione a look of absolute incredulity when faced with the undeniable truth:

Hermione had forgotten to pack snacks.

She didn’t even have a bloody Polo mint somewhere in the recesses of her beaded bag, Transfigured to look like an ordinary mum’s ordinary leather handbag, designed to carry her through her day at the Ministry and any trips she might make to Muggle London.

Forget about something healthy.

She had planned to rely on the water fountain, that wasn’t another complete miss on her part.

She opened her mouth to begin the explanation-slash-apology that would not satisfy either one of them. Rose already had that furrow in her little brow that meant she planned to invoke Nan, which only ever meant Molly, and how important Nan said it was for growing human beans to have good homegrown food and not that muck Mum bought from Tesco’s.

“I have plenty, if she’s hungry. The fruit’s already cut, it won’t keep, and these pesto egg muffin bite things he said he liked yesterday, so of course I’ve gone and made far too many.”

That was Draco Malfoy, sitting on the bench just next to hers, a rucksack and some sort of sport-inspired hamper beside him, unable to resist rubbing it in, that he was a better prepared and more attentive parent than she was, the he his neatly and comfortably dressed five year old son Scorpius, who somehow made the jersey and shorts he wore look like the ideal outfit for a Wizarding child. His fringe was the proper length and not slicked back with some imported pomade like Draco’s had been for the first three years at Hogwarts, and he was busy constructing something tower-like from the stones, twigs and other assorted detritus he’d scoured the park for while Rose ran around, screaming like a banshee and climbing halfway up a tree before scuttling down again before Hermione had to call out to tell her too high, Rose!

Hermione turned her head to convert her explanation-slash-apology into a far more gratifying coldly cutting retort that she had to trust to inspiration to supply, since she had nothing approaching the moral high ground, when she actually looked at Draco’s face, which was tilted in an encouraging and frankly kind manner, and consider the tone of his voice, which had been commiserating and not the least judgmental. Hermione was quite familiar with the myriad shades of judgment and Draco’s voice hadn’t held even one.

He was also incredibly fit.

(That wasn’t really relevant to her decision-making, but it was note-worthy as a general fact.)

“Rose, Mr. Malfoy has some fruit if you want a snack. And something else tasty and homemade, just like Nan would have given you for tea,” Hermione said. Rose sized up Draco in an instant, pivoted to rifle through the sporty hamper, retrieved a little baggie of apple slices and another of the unexpectedly attractive pesto egg bites that reminded Hermione she’d also forgotten lunch and a stale ginger biscuit at her desk was going to have to hold her until after Rose was asleep.

Again.

“Ta,” Rose said, about to fly. It was impossible that she wouldn’t be Quidditch-mad.

“Rose,” Hermione said.

“Thank you, Mr. M’Foy,” Rose said. It was anyone’s guess if she would have gotten Malfoy correct without her mouth half stuffed with Braeburn.

“You’re quite welcome,” Draco said.

Hermione nodded and Rose scrambled away, as fast as her hand-me-down trainers could take her.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. Her wild magic on an empty stomach is terrifying,” Hermione said. Was she bragging about Rose’s magic, when she’d heard rumors Scorpius Malfoy might be a Squib? Probably and she wasn’t proud of it, but that wasn’t unfamiliar either.

“I find them terrifying full-stop,” Draco said. “Adorable, would lay down my life for him in a heartbeat, makes me question every decision my own parents ever made on my behalf, but terrifying nonetheless.”

Hermione laughed. It was the first time she could remember laughing at something Draco said without there being any seething vitriol or tearful desperation she’d had to tamp down or put aside. It felt…nice.

“I have a bit more sympathy for my parents,” she offered. “My wild magic started when I was a toddler and they had no idea what to make of it. No context at all. My mother told me, during out sixth year, that she’d thought she was losing her mind. I was well on my way to inventing Leviosa before I got a hold of the first year spellbooks.”

“Yes, I can see how that might be where one would go. Madness, that is,” he said. There was a frankly companionable silence between the two of them and then he spoke again. “Sometimes, I can’t help regretting it.”

“Regretting what?”

“I love him, with all that I am, my heart and soul and magic. And I can’t help regretting sometimes I agreed to it, having him when I, when we did,” he said. He turned away slightly, so that she saw him in profile, a face like a god’s on a coin, the straight nose, the full lower lip, his jaw held tightly.

“Why are you telling me?” she asked.

“For one, I don’t think you can think any worse of me than you already do, so that makes you perfect for such a shameful admission,” he said, shrugging. “Secondly, you let your daughter eat the snacks I made. Not that I’m trying to make you feel like you owe me something, that I’ve caught you out. You trusted me with your child, that’s what I meant.”

“I think you underestimate how I think of you,” she said slowly.

“Is that better or worse? Do you mean you think well of me and now I’ve dropped in your estimation? Or did I somehow go from sniveling worm beneath your heel to abysmal slime-mold you wouldn’t use your wand to scrape off with magic from said heel?”

He sounded resigned, amused, self-deprecating. His voice was low, a rich baritone, only a little of that drawl he’d had at Hogwarts left. The perfect amount.

“I wear flats unless I’m in court,” she said. “I don’t hold the past against you anymore, we were children, child-soldiers, pawns moved around by people who should have known better. Played a better game of Wizarding chess, given that it was our lives they used. I regret it, myself, having her so young, though I don’t let myself think it if I can help it. I can’t, if I want to keep being a decent mother.”

“You are clearly an exceptionally fine mother. Why did you do it? You’re Hermione Granger, you don’t make decisions you regret,” he said.

Now she laughed, a bitter sound, that kept the tears in her eyes from spilling.

“Don’t believe everything you hear. Or read,” she said. “I lost my parents in the war. They were both only children, my grandparents were gone a long time ago. Rose was my one chance to have a family, someone who belonged to me.”

“I’m terribly sorry. I hadn’t heard they’d died,” he said.

“They’re alive. Just…lost. Turns out, if you do a thorough enough Obliviation, there’s no return. The person they were before is effectively dead. They’re just not sad about it. That’s for other people,” Hermione said.

“Astoria told me it was her dying wish to have a child, even though it would kill her,” Draco said.

“That’s why you agreed?”

“No. I refused when she said that. She used blood magic, from the binding. Once that was done, it was either lose them both or just her,” he said. “She didn’t know that for sure, there was plausible deniability and we’d said someday. She made someday happen sooner than I thought possible.”

“You loved her,” Hermione offered. She’d never met Astoria, who’d been a few years behind them at Hogwarts and in Ravenclaw, had only a dim memory of the photo that had been in the Prophet when the marriage was announced, a slim, dark-haired young woman wearing a lot of lace standing next to Draco, who’d been all in black. Wizards wore all sorts of things to funerals. Only Hermione saw him in mourning at his wedding.

“In a way. I hated her too. I didn’t want to be either of my parents and I didn’t know how to be anything else,” he said. “My parents were overjoyed, a Malfoy heir, no miscarriages, no stillbirths. A healthy Pureblood baby. That’s quite rare, all the inbreeding, you understand. They think Astoria was a paragon of virtue and also, they didn’t give a damn about her.”

Scorpius ran over and stretched out a hand to show Draco a stone. It was an unremarkable piece of quartz, though it did catch the light.

“What a find, love. You can bring it home if you like or leave it here. You could even hide it, like goblin treasure,” Draco said, studying the stone, reaching out to straighten the collar of Scorpius’s jersey. He touched Scorpius’s cheek fondly, but he didn’t try to wipe the smear of dirt there, nor did he say anything about his son’s grubby hands. Hermione recalled what a pristine child he’d been, all silver and green, how he’d stand between his parents, very still, as if a portrait were being painted.

“Hide it—” Scorpius said and darted back over to the field, just at the edge where a copse of trees stood, shadows beckoning. The whole playground was heavily warded and there were monitoring spells St. Mungo used for observation. It was safe enough to let him run away.

“That’s what I thought,” Draco said, shooting her that familiar parental glance, proud and powerless.

“Ron begged me not to end the pregnancy. It wasn’t planned. The Healers said the curse damage I suffered from Bellatrix was unpredictable, the interactions with contraceptive charms and potions would have made them less effective. It wasn’t my fault, except I never told them I hadn’t bothered with any spells or potions, so it was, in a way. I didn’t care and then I did. I told Ron I was pregnant and he told me he was gay and in love with Theo and it would break his mother’s heart if he never gave her a grandchild. My parents were gone. Harry and Ginny were expecting, Andromeda was raising Teddy, Bill and Fleur just had Victoire. It was easier to say yes. It made so many people happy and Ron did what he said he would,” Hermione said. Andromeda knew most of it, but Hermione had never told anyone all of it, certainly not in one sitting, not sitting on a park bench in the weak English sunshine, without a Polo mint to her name. Augusta Longbottom had said Hermione should do as she liked but it was rare to see such a strong magical signature in the first trimester, though likely it would happen again, for a witch of her abilities. Likely hadn’t seemed like a good enough bet, not when Ron’s blue eyes had pled with her and he’d held her hands in his instead of touching her completely flat stomach.

“What he said he would?” Draco repeated. He sounded encouraging, not nosy. Not prepared to made a rude remark about Ron or the Weasley family as a whole. It felt…good.

“Molly wanted me to name her Frederica. Winifred. Or Elfreda. It was ghastly. Even I knew Fred would have loathed it. Ron put his foot down and told her we weren’t doing that to a baby and that I had final say on her name. Then he came out to them, Molly and Arthur, so the name part receded as something anyone cared that much about,” Hermione said. “I don’t have to tell you how Purebloods feel about that, however warm and Muggle-forward they seem to be.”

“Bloody hell,” Draco said.

“There was a lot of screaming. Arthur finally told Molly to be grateful she had a son alive to tell her what made him happy and she piped down,” Hermione said. “She started knitting a jersey for Theo as soon as Ron let it slip they were involved. It was a little forced, but I think the knitting settled her down, let her feel like she was back in charge of the family. Molly had a great need for that.”

“Ah, the famous Weasley jersey,” Draco said.

“Infamous is more like it,” she replied. “Fleur won’t wear hers at all. But she’s married to Bill, so she can get away with it.”

“I gather you don’t have the same option,” he said.

“Molly watches Rose when Ron and Theo and I are all working or busy, always sends home dinner, invites me to Sunday lunch even when Ron and Theo have Rose. She’s Rose’s only grandmother. She means well,” Hermione shrugged. “Fleur wears cashmere and Molly sniffs. I Transfigured mine into a cardigan. Molly didn’t mind that, as long as the H is all on one side. I hid the pockets I added.”

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he said, squinting a little against the light, the sun lower in the sky. Rose had approached Scorpius and now they were working on something with less height but a larger area. Hermione suspected St. Mungo’s had tracking spells to evaluate wild magic. At Rose’s last Healer’s visit, Hermione had been advised to stock up on Easiheal and beginning Arithmancy books, as if she and Ron hadn’t already done so (plus the Wizarding chess set Theo had brought out to let Rose watch them play.)

“It beats the alternative,” Hermione said. He shifted, faced her full on. They both looked older than they were, Draco with shadows under his grey eyes that spoke of broken sleep, Hermione with a streak of white in her hair like a ribbon, neither of them partial to glamours. He’d grown a fair amount after Hogwarts, his shoulders broader, his lanky frame filled out, and he dressed the part of an older man, much as Hermione had her mum’s uniform on. For a moment, she only saw the boy he’d been, too clever by half, preening, insecure, nervous he’d be caught caring. He’d taken the Dark Mark or rather, it had been forced on him, hidden by the sleeve he had securely fastened with monogrammed cufflinks. He could be the Dark Lord’s deputy, she could be dead in a ditch, both their first wands broken.

“I don’t think that’s as true as people say,” he replied. “We could have been given a chance to grow up. To put ourselves first, not the survival of the Wizarding world or the Noble House of Black. We could have found ourselves here in another ten years or twenty, with children we had chosen to have. Had wanted to bring into existence from dreams. We wouldn’t have to be alone, here, and at home, sitting by ourselves with a drink after we put them to bed, wondering what happened—”

“It’s hard,” she said, to stop him, because he was so right it hurt. She drank tea at night, even though it kept her up, because drinking wine or whiskey alone was worse. Ron and Theo encouraged her to go out when they kept Rose, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to explain who she was and she couldn’t bear it they already knew. She drank oolong, Darjeeling, PG Tips, always black, and she never read the leaves.

“What if it were easier?” he asked.

“Easier?”

“What if you told me what happened and I told you, after we put them to bed. What happened that day, not just what Rose did and what Scorpius said, but how you dealt with that stroppy minister from Croatia and how I heard back from Damaris, in Alexandria, about that manuscript revision, and what we could bring to the potluck Neville’s insisting on hosting instead of getting a proper caterer,” he said. “Samosas, for the record. Though I can manage vol-au-vents in a pinch, if you wanted to be Muggle retro about it.”

“That’s a lot happening,” she said. It was a leap, an enormous, across-a-chasm leap, he was describing and also just words, a possibility she could dismiss with a shake of her head, a slight frown, some politeness he’d accept instantly. His eyes, though, were hopeful, watching her.

“Scorpius will probably interrupt. He usually wants a glass of water exactly when I’m at a good part,” Draco said.

“Rose talks in her sleep. In French. It’s quite distracting,” Hermione said. When had she ever backed away from something daunting? Granted, she usually did some research first. Draco knew what a vol-au-vent was; she clearly wasn’t the only one who prepared. “It’s better than mine. She talks to Fleur and Gabrielle a lot.”

“I’m fluent,” he said. “In French and wheedling.”

“I’m good at pouring a glass of water wandless. I make the water take the shape of a dolphin going into the glass but I can do a Hippocampus too,” Hermione said.

“Are you hungry? I have apple slices and pesto egg muffin bites going begging,” he said, smiling. He had a sweet smile and a gleam in his eyes that was positively, gratifyingly filthy. She blushed, dropped her gaze from his.

“You’re a very pretty mummy, Hermione,” he said softly. “But it can be whatever you want, however you want. It can be maybe later, after you look at your calendar. Half-past never. Whatever’s easier—”

“I didn’t bring any snacks to the park and I have nothing planned for dinner unless we get Indian takeaway again. For the third time this week,” she said in a rush. “It would be easier to have someone else take care of dinner. I’m not picky, Rose isn’t either.”

“Bolognese or carbonara?” Draco asked. “Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy is made 98.2% from pasta. Don’t be deceived by the organic apple slices and pesto egg affectations.”

“Carbonara’s faster,” Hermione said.

“But what do you want?” Draco hit the you and want with a perfect balance of emphasis. It made her remember she was only twenty-four years old. Hermione, not only Madam Granger and Mummy and ‘Mione.

“Bolognese,” she said. She reached over, touched his hand where it rested beside his leg. He couldn’t mistake her intention. “Everyone calls her Rose, but I named her Roseline, from Shakespeare. Roseline’s the one Romeo liked first. She goes away. Lives her own life off-stage.”

“I had to pick a constellation. I wouldn’t do it again,” he said.

Ten years later, after a long day and a longer night, he arrived, only a little later than they’d planned and just as they’d hoped. They named him Hugo.

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mydarllinglover · 10 months

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Alone || Sickness

"Hey" Something, or someone was elbowing Natalia in her side, jostling her awake.

"Hm?" She pouted, blinking multiple times to wake up, she was laying on her side, the person was next to her as she faced the wall, looking over her shoulder.

"Get up, you slept over." Daryl told her, getting off the bed.

"Oh, sorry." She apologised, sitting up.

"It's fine." He shrugged.

She rubbed at her face, stifling a yawn as she prepared herself for the day.

"Did we have drinks or like wine or anything on any of the lists?" Natalia asked, her thoughts drifting back to yesterday.

"Nah, was only going for minimal and necessary things, booze was no where on that." He grumbled.

"I thought so." She nodded.

"What you thinking?"

"You gotta trust me on this, it's just something I'm mulling over."

"Yeah, Always." He nodded.

"Bob had a trolley with him, but when the shelf came down I saw it, nothing was in there, even if he was just passing by and fell, surely he would've grabbed something, right? And just before it happened, I heard like a heavy thud, but not like a body, you know?"

"Hm." He agreed, relaying the information back.

"I don't know, but he's still new, we're learning about him, I just don't know if he should come out on another one for a while, after..." She trailed, putting her belt on, tucking in the weapons she had taken out the night before, the others were already on her.

"I'll keep an eye on him." He assured her.

Gunshots sounded from another building.

The pair jumped to action.

Daryl grabbed his crossbow, whilst Natalia reached for her gun and knife, shoving the weapons into the sheaths as they ran out the cell, gliding down the stairs.

"Sully! Stay!" She pointed at the dog who had followed them, he halted on the command, but he wasn't happy about it, barking in refusal.

Sasha and Tyreese were also running out the block.

"Walkers in D!" Glenn shouted.

"What about C?" Rick shouted.

"Clear" Sasha told him as they made for D block. "We locked the gates to the tombs, Hershel's on guard."

"It' aint a breach!" Daryl said.

"We followed the plan!" Sasha called out.

They got to D block cells, people were screaming, guns were firing and walkers were attacking, it was chaos.

"Come on, come on, go, go, get out, grab the kids." Natalia told the people running towards them as Rick and Daryl grabbed guns off the untrained people.

"Are you bit?" Rick was asking people.

"Get up, get back to the cell!"

Natalia spotted Luke on his hands and knees, walking backwards as a walker set his sights on the crying boy.

"I got you, it's alright." Natalia picked the boy up, brushing back his hair as she spoke gently, keeping her eyes on walkers ahead of them, as Daryl shot an arrow at the walker.

"Get back in your cell." He was shouting as she passed the boy to his mother, closing the cell door to keep safe.

"Carol, Molly, over here!" Natalia waved them down as Karen was helping get the kids together in the cell.

Glenn, Natalia, Sasha and Daryl took out walkers as Rick rescued a small girl to safety. Tyreese ran to Karen, hugging the woman.

"Are we clear down here?" Rick asked.

"Yeah!"

"Clear!" Sasha and Natalia shouted back, looking around.

"We're safe?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Up here!" A man shouted, Daryl following the sound, Rick and Natalia was behind.

A dead woman lay on the ground, Natalia dealt with her whilst Rick and Daryl headed forward.

Glenn, who was already up there, got caught off guard by a walker sneaking out of his cell and grabbing the Korean man.

Daryl shot it with an arrow, before helping Glenn up.

"Thanks." He whispered.

Rick pushed the curtain back, showcasing a dead walker on the ground.

"Oh, it's Patrick." Daryl sighed.

"Oh my god." Natalia mumbled, walking away from the sight and carrying on, clutching her knife tightly.

"That's all of 'em." Daryl said, still in the same spot.

She left the dead bodies, for the moment, knowing the others behind her would take care of them, as they weren't an immediate threat for the moment.

She walked to the last cell, looking in, but couldn't see very well in the darkness.

A hand reached through the bars, grabbing her as it snarled.

She let out a scream from shock before plunging her knife into it's skull through the door.

"You alright?" Daryl asked as the three reached her.

"Yeah, fine, just grabbed me, didn't see it."

"Are you hurt?" Rick asked her.

"No, I'm fine." She snapped, "The doors locked, how would he have got caught up in this? "

"Go get the doctor." Rick told Glenn, pulling out his keys and unlocking the cell.

Glenn was quick to get back, Doctor S following him as well as Bob.

"No bites, no wounds." Rick had said to the man, checking him over before they got there. "I think he just died."

"Horribly, too. Pleurisy aspiration" Doctor S said.

"Choked to death on his own blood." Hershel who had also joined them, weighed in. "Caused those trails down his face.

"I've seen them before." Rick looked up from the body. "On a walker outside the fences."

"I saw them on Patrick, too." Daryl brought up.

"They're from the internal lung pressure building up, like If you shake a soda can and pop the top." Doctor S explained. "Only, imagine your eyes, ears, nose and throat are the top."

"So like, is it some bug?" Natalia asked.

"From the walkers?" Bob added.

"No, these things happened before they were around. Could be Pneumococcal, most likely an aggressive flu strain"

"And I don't see the chance of everyone getting flu jabs sometime soon." Natalia mused, folding her arms.

"Someone locked him in just in time." Hershel said.

"No, man. Charlie used to sleepwalk. Locked himself in. Hell, he was just eating barbeque yesterday." Daryl revealed. "How could somebody die in a day just from a cold?”

"I had a sick pig, it died quick" Rick told the small group. "Saw a sick boar in the woods."

"Pigs and birds. That's how these things spread in the past." Hershel said. "We need to do something about those hogs."

"Maybe we got lucky. Maybe these two cases are it."

"Don't say the magic word." Natalia pointed at the man.

"Bugs like to run through close quarters. Doesn't get any closer than this." Bob said.

"All of us in here, we've all been exposed." Hershel said.

"What about the people who were around Charlie and Patrick yesterday? I mean, Patrick was serving breakfast." Natalia said.

"And went to story time with the other kids." Rick rubbed his temples.

"We're gonna have a meeting, I'll let the other council members know to come along, make sure you join, both of you." Hershel told Daryl and Natalia.

"We'll be there." Daryl nodded, watching Natalia.

"Patrick was fine yesterday." Carol sighed, the other members sat in the library, listening to her. "And he died overnight. Two people died that quick?"

She looked at the two people who had seen it, both nodding.

"We'll have to separate everyone that's been exposed." Carol declared.

"That's everyone in that cellblock. That's all of us. Maybe more." Daryl said.

"We know that this sickness can be lethal. We don't know how easily it spreads. Is anyone showing symptoms that we know of?" Hershel asked.

"We can't just wait and see. There's children."

"Babies." Natalia mumbled.

"It isn't just the illness, people die and they become a threat."

That last sentence hit hard with Natalia, that was a phrase she was living with for a very long time before she met the very people she was sitting with, and now she had to live with that again, she was feeling uneasy about everything going on.

"We need a place for them to go." Hershel decided. "They can't stay in D. We can't risk going in there to clean it up."

"We can use cell block A." Carol suggested.

"Death row?" Glenn asked. "I'm not sure that's much of an upgrade."

"It's clean. That's an upgrade." Daryl pointed out. "Think that'll work for Doctor S?"

"I'll help Caleb get it set up." Hershel volunteered.

A woman coughed outside the room, catching the groups attention.

The six counsel members stood up from the table, walking towards the door to find out the culprit.

"You okay?" The voice of Tyreese asked Karen.

"Mhm." She nodded.

"You sure?" Carol asked her. "You don't sound so good."

"We're just taking her back to my cell so she can rest."

"Judith!" Natalia quietly gasped. "You can't."

"Tyreese, I don't think that's a good idea." Hershel told him.

"Why? What's going on now?" Karen asked.

"We think it's a flu or something." Glenn said. "That's how Patrick died."

"Natalia's right. Judith is in that cell block. She's vulnerable. Anyone that may be sick or even exposed should stay away." Hershel advised.

"It killed Patrick?" Karen asked, sounding worried.

"She's gonna be okay. Now that we know what Patrick died from we can treat it, right?" Tyreese tried.

"Don't panic. We're going to figure this out. But we should keep you separated in the meantime. We'll have Caleb take a look at you. I'll see what we have in the way of medications."

"David from the Decatur group, he's been coughing, too."

"I'll get him." Glenn sighed. "There's some empty clean cells in the tombs, right?"

"Yeah, we'll meet you there." Sasha told him as he went off. "Come on. Let's get you settled." She told Karen.

"Have to call another meeting, later." Hershel told the last three remaining members.

"I picked up some medications and stuff up yesterday, only over the counter stuff though, it's all in C block, I was gonna take it to inventory today." Natalia told Hershel.

"I'll sort it, don't worry." He reassured her.

"Alright, I'll get to burning the dead ones." Daryl said.

"I'll help." Natalia told him.

"I want you both to wear gloves and a mask." Hershel told the pair.

"Will do." She nodded as the man hummed in agreement.

Hershel went on his way to deal with what he needed to do, leaving Natalia, Daryl and Carol.

"You alright?" He asked the older woman.

"I'm worried about Lizzie and Mika. They were around Patrick."

"We all were. Karen and David are gonna be separated till they feel better." Daryl told her.

"You're right. Are you okay?" She asked Daryl. She knew the consequences of when a person asked Natalia of being okay too many times, and she was sure if the woman wasn't, Daryl would know.

"Mhm. Gotta be." He nodded. "Come on, lets get it done." He patted Natalia's arm, heading away to do their job.

Daryl and Natalia had been digging graves for a while when Rick had walked down to them.

"Everyone okay?" Natalia asked him.

"So far, yeah." He nodded.

"Glad you were in there." Daryl told him.

"Weren't much use without my gun."

"No, you were." He argued, pulling down his bandana, Natalia was wearing one as well. "All this time you've been taking off, you earned it. We wouldn't be here without you."

"No. It was all of us."

"No, it was you first. You gonna help us figure this out?" Daryl asked him.

"I screwed up too many times. Those calls you gotta make, I start down that road. I almost lost my boy, who he was. Whatever else this places needs, I'm here for it."

"Like I said, you earned it. But what it's worth, you see mistakes. I see when shit hits, you're standing there with the shovel."

"Rick!" Maggie screamed. "Nat! Daryl!"

They looked towards where she was stood.

A herd was pressing against a fence, it shaking from trying to stay up, at any moment it could cave.

The three chucked their shovels, running towards the woman.

"The noise drew 'em out, now this parts starting to give." Maggie told them, popping a few through the fence.

Natalia reached for a crow bar, running to help Maggie as more people joined.

They continuously stuck sharp sticks through skulls, but it wasn't doing much to help against the fence caving in.

"Are you seeing this?" Sasha called out, seeming to have found something.

"The fuck?" Natalia asked, laying her eyes upon a group of dead half eaten rats.

"Is someone feeding these things?"

"Heads up" Daryl brought their attention back to the fence, as a section was almost folding in on itself.

"This part of the fence, now!"

They tried but it was becoming too much.

"Hold on, hold on, hey!" Glenn shouted.

"It's gonna give! It's gonna give!"

The group attempted pushing the fence with their hands, feet, and weapons.

A walker was being pushed so far into the fence, his face was being cut by the metal, causing his eye to pop out.

"Everybody back, come on, back, now!" Daryl shouted at the group.

"Fence keeps bending in like that, those walkers are coming over it."

"The pigs." Natalia whispered to Rick, as they both looked at the stable. "Hershel said we had to get rid of them."

Rick was contemplating this before realising it was the only way, running his hand over his face as he thought.

"Daryl, get the truck." Rick told the man. "We got an idea."

Rick had put the piglets into a box, him and Daryl putting it into a truck and driving it down to the gates, where Maggie opened it for them.

The others continued the fence duty whilst they watched the pair.

Daryl stopped the truck, and they waited for the walkers to notice them, to get close enough to the vehicle.

Rick picked up one of the piglets, slashing one of its back legs before dropping it to the grass.

Glenn, Sasha and Natalia focused on putting the extra beams against the fence as they continued the stop, drop pig, go, method.

Later on in the day, Natalia was called to the courtyard of the building the quarantine was being held.

Her, Rick, Daryl and Carol stood around the burnt bodies of Karen and David, the two people who were being watched closely for the flu, just dead, and not by the sickness, their bodies were still smoking.

"You found them like this?" Rick asked Tyreese, who found the bodies.

"I came to see Karen. And I saw the blood on the floor. Then I smelled them. Somebody dragged them out here and set them on fire!" Tyreese raised his voice in anger. "They killed them and set them on fire!"

Tyreese abruptly turned to Rick, causing Daryl to get uneasy, pacing back and forth in case he needed to get involved.

"You're a cop." Tyreese told Rick. "You find out who did this and you bring 'em to me. You understand? You bring 'em to me."

Daryl patted his back.

"We'll find out who-"

Tyreese pushed him away, still facing Rick.

"I need to say it again?" He asked.

"No. No. I know what you're feeling. I've been there. You saw me there. It's dangerous."

"Karen didn't deserve this."

"No."

"David didn't deserve it. Nobody does."

"Alright, man. Lets-" Daryl tapped his arm, trying to reassure the man, but it didn't work, as he whipped around, pushing the redneck against the wall.

"Man, I ain't going nowhere till I find out who did this!"

Natalia's eyes widened, going to step forward, the other two doing the same, but Daryl stopped them, putting his hand out to show he had the situation handled.

"We're on the same side, man." He told the grieving man.

"Hey, look" Rick muttered. "I know what you're going through. We've all lost someone. We know what you're going through right now, but you've got to calm down." He stepped closer to Tyreese, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Tyreese dropped his grip on Daryl, twisting around and pushing Rick away.

"You need to step the hell back!" He told Rick.

"She wouldn't want you being like this."

"Rick." Natalia warned, but it was too late.

Tyreese swung, landing a punch on Rick, pushing him to the ground.

"Stop! Stop!" Carol screamed, Carol tried to get in between them but Tyreese struck again. "Stop!"

Daryl came up from behind him, wrapping his arms around the other man so that he couldn't throw another punch.

"That's enough."

"Tyreese, we're going to get you justice, I promise, but you need to breathe." Natalia tried, but Rick blew her attempt out of the water, Throwing a fist back at Tyreese, causing him to fall out of Daryl's hold.

Rick walked forward, kicking him in the ribs, moving to stand on top of him, throwing punch after punch to Tyreese's face.

"Rick!" Daryl shouted at his friend. "Stop!" He tried to stop him, grabbing hold of Rick as he thrashed around.

"Go get something to clean Tyreese up with, see if Hershel is still busy with Doctor S" Natalia told Carol, who nodded and left the courtyard.

"Let go of me!"

Rick wouldn't stop, and Daryl was having a hard time containing him.

Tyreese was on the floor, crying as blood covered his face.

"Rick!" Natalia shouted, reaching for her gun.

Rick pushed Daryl off of him, before seeming to come to his senses, looking around the courtyard, before his eyes fell on Natalia's hand, how she had it holding the handle of her gun, then he looked at what he had done to Tyreese, holding his own fist as it dripped with blood.

The next day, another council meeting was held.

"It's spread." Hershel told them. "Everyone who survived the attack in cell block D. Sasha, Caleb, and now others."

"Oh, Jesus."

"So what do we do?" Carol asked.

"First things first. Cell block A is isolation. We keep the sick people there like we tried with Karen and David."

"The hell are we gonna do about that?" Daryl asked.

"Ask Rick to look into it." Carol said. "Try to make a timeline of who's where when. But what are we going to do to stop this?"

"There is no stopping it." Hershel told her. "You get it, you have to go through it."

"But it just kills you." Michonne, who had been standing near the bookshelves, said.

"The illness doesn't. The symptoms do. We need antibiotics."

"We've been through every pharmacy nearby, and then some."

"So we'll just have to go further out, I'll go." Natalia offered.

"The veterinary college at West Peachtree Tech, that's one place people may not have thought to raid for medication. The drugs for animals there are the same we need."

"Alright, make a list of everything we need or could need." Natalia said, standing from the table.

"That's 50 miles out. It was too big of a risk before, we'll take a group." Daryl told her also standing from the table. "Best not waste any more time."

"Who have we even got to spare?" Natalia asked, checking her bullet count.

"I'm in." Michonne volunteered, walking forward.

"You haven't been exposed. Both Natalia and Daryl has. You get in a car with them."

"Daryl's already given us fleas" Michonne said, nodding to Natalia.

"I can lead the way. I know where everything's kept." Hershel said.

"When we're out there, its always the same. Sooner or later, we run." Daryl explained.

"I can draw you a map." Hershel then decided. "There are other precautions I feel we should take."

"Like what?" Carol asked.

"There's no telling how long it'll be before these guys return. Wouldn't it make sense if we separate the most vulnerable? We can use the administration building. Separate office, Separate room."

"Who is the most vulnerable?" Glenn asked.

"Children, babies, mostly, and the elderly." Natalia answered.

Michonne, Natalia and Daryl were outside, checking the cars over, seeing which one was the best to bring.

"Son of a bitch is about a quart low" Daryl said, checking under the hood of one of the cars.

"You still keep it in the bottom of tower three?" Michonne asked.

"Yeah."

"I'll go get one." Michonne offered.

"Hey." He called out to her when she was walking away. "I'm glad you're here."

"Where else would I be?" Michonne grinned.

"Running off." He commented.

Natalia felt uncomfortable, she moved to the car, to pretend she was checking things over on the inside.

"You know I'm not running off. So it's just gonna be us three like in the olden days?" She changed the topic of conversation, bringing Natalia back into it.

"Yeah, and Bob." Daryl said.

"Bob's coming?" Natalia poked her head out of the car.

"Yeah, still feels like we could use another person."

"Who else isn't sick?"

"We don't ask Rick. He want's to stay here with Carl and Little Ass-kicker. Keep them safe. Plus there's plenty of stuff he could do here."

"So who else we got?" Michonne asked.

Natalia closed the door, joining the two back at the hood of the car, she was still thrown off by the fact Bob was coming, she thought she was clear with Daryl.

They came to the conclusion that Tyreese should come, then Michonne went back on her mission to tower three.

Natalia swatted at Daryl's arm.

"Ah. What's that for?" He asked her.

"Why's Bob coming?"

"We ain't got much choice, besides, he was a medic in the army before this, he'll know his stuff."

"Yeah, but-"

"I told you I'd keep an eye on him, this way, if he is all that bad, like you're making it out to be, he'll be with us instead of the vulnerable."

"Alright, fine, that's true."

"I'm gonna go talk to Tyreese, get him to come along."

"Yeah. Okay." He turned to leave but she caught his arm. "Just... be gentle alright... I know it sucks, what he's going through, losing the person that Karen was to him, without even getting a goodbye... you can't blame his actions, what Rick did earlier... go easy on the guy, now that Sasha's sick, I bet his feelings just been amped to a thousand."

"I will." He nodded, leaving to go search for the man.

Eventually Daryl came back out, shrugging his shoulders and they went back to work to make sure the car was in order.

"Everything look alright?" Bob asked, joining them, and placing down two tanks of gas on the ground.

"Yeah." Daryl said, putting the hood back down and wiping his hands with a bandana. "Zach kept this thing running pretty good."

"This is Zach's car?" Bob asked.

"Used to be." Natalia commented, watching the man carefully as she leaned against the vehicle.

"And the fastest one we got." Daryl added, giving the woman a look before looking back at Bob. "You alright."

"You really want me coming along?" He asked.

Daryl checked his pockets.

"You got the list?" He asked Natalia.

"Yeah." She raised it up so he could see.

"Thanks." He snatched it out of her hands, opening it up and showing Bob. "What's that word?" He pointed to the paper.

"Zanamivir." Bob read out.

"Yup. We need ya." Daryl declared, looking at the paper closely before handing it back to Natalia, moving to lean against the car beside her.

Tyreese walked towards them, standing in front of Daryl and Natalia.

"What's up?" Daryl asked the man.

"Still got room for one more?" Tyreese asked.

"Hell yeah."

"Good. Just got to get my gear."

"Shotgun." Natalia claimed as Tyreese walked off.

Soon enough; Daryl, Natalia, Michonne, Tyreese and Bob were on the road 50 miles away from the prison.

Daryl was driving, Natalia was in the passenger seat, and Michonne was squeezed in the back with the two newbies to the group.

Natalia was staring out the window, her knees to her chest as she drifted in her own mind, until Daryl broke the silence, looking in the rear view mirror at Michonne.

"Hey, I know you weren't running off." He spoke. "The thing is, that trail went cold. You know that, right?"

Michonne didn't answer him.

"If it was any different, I'd be right out there with you."

Natalia subconsciously rubbed her arm, the scar of the bullet hole from all those months ago.

Seemingly to get an acknowledging smile out of the woman in the back, he switched the radio on, static coming out of it.

"Nat, would you hand me one of those CD's?" Daryl asked her.

"What, oh, yeah, right." She sat forward, putting her legs down and opening the glovebox and rifling around the CDs.

"...find sanctuary." The radio said.

"Was that a voice?" Bob asked.

"Shh." Daryl shushed him, turning up the radio.

"...determined to survive "

Daryl was fiddling with the stations, trying to make the voice clearer and less static.

"... Keep alive."

"Daryl, look out!" Natalia shouted, spotting the walkers in the road that the car was about to hit.

He swerved the car, narrowly missing a few but hitting one till he was in the middle again, but shortly came to a stop.

A massive herd was taking up the road and soon swallowed the car.

Walkers were hitting and pounding on the glass, trying to climb on the vehicle and reach them.

"Grab something!" Daryl ordered, reversing the car.

Soon enough, they were stuck on a small hill of walkers.

"Go to the left!" Michonne pointed, leaning in the middle, holding Natalia's seat.

Daryl attempted that but the wheels were only spinning.

"We're jammed up." He cursed.

Natalia grabbed out her knife, her gun was already in hand as she took it out of safety.

"I have to make a run for the gaps right there. You two make a run for the woods and you don't stop for nothing, you hear me?" Daryl told the two men in the back.

"Now!" Daryl shouted, hitting the roof as Natalia jumped out the car, pushing walkers back and using her knife to take the nearest out, Michonne soon followed, slicing and dicing them down.

Soon enough, gunshots from Bob followed.

Natalia ignored the other people, focusing on taking out walkers and running for the woods without getting bit and scratched, getting those meds would be a failed mission if they were all dead.

Once she got to the tree's, she looked to find Tyreese in the middle of a group of walkers, hitting them down as he shouted.

Daryl grabbed Bob, pulling him away towards Natalia, Michonne following and they entered the woods.

They ran through as walkers followed them in, coming from different angles, until finally they reached a lonely place, stopping for only a second to catch their breath.

"Hold up." Daryl hollered as he reloaded his crossbow.

They watched as leaves and branches moved, preparing to shoot at what ever came out.

Two walkers emerged.

As Daryl was about so shoot, Tyreese followed, knocking one down with his hammer, but soon fell to his knees. He was covered in blood and guts.

One of the walkers soon noticed him, turning and heading for the man, but Michonne was quicker, stabbing her katana into its head, as Daryl and Bob grabbed him, helping up so that they could continue running away from the herd that was moving towards them.

Michonne and Natalia ran behind the three men, defending them in case any got too close.

Soon enough, they put some distance against the herd and found some water, that Tyreese used to wash his t-shirt.

"This is Turner Creek." Michonne said. "So Barnsville must be a few miles downstream."

"Sounds like our best chance at finding a new ride." Bob said hopefully.

"Lets get going, before it gets dark." Natalia kicked a stone into a water from the bridge they were stood on, turning in the other direction.

"Yo! Ty!" Daryl called to the man. "Come on, let's go. Vamonos."

Daryl and Michonne followed Natalia but Bob stayed to talk to Tyreese.

"Hey." Michonne nudged her arm.

"Hm?" Natalia hummed.

"You good?"

"Fine."

"You know everyone's gonna be alright, right?"

"As long as we get the meds and get back in time, without people slowing us down." She looked over her shoulder at Bob who was still talking on the bridge.

Eventually him and Tyreese followed, but they kept their distance.

Daryl stopped in his tracks, bending down and picking something up, licking his thumb and wiping it.

"Is that Jasper?" Michonne asked, seeing what he picked up.

"Mhm."

"It's a good colour, brings out your eyes." She teased, causing the corner of Natalia's lip to raise, in her bad mood.

"When Miss Richards went into A block, we were leaving. Asked me to keep a look out. I'm gonna use it for her old mans marker."

"You know all them back there?" Michonne asked.

"You stay in one place more than a couple hours, you'd be surprised what you pick up." He said, walking ahead again.

Eventually, the group arrived at a gas station.

"You see something?" Bob asked Daryl, who was peering into some bushes.

"I don't know, maybe." He mumbled.

They had managed to find a car, Tyreese pulled the greenery off of it as Daryl attempted to hotwire the vehicle, but it was a fail.

"We gotta find us a new battery." He said, closing the door once again.

He peered into a dusty window, spitting on his hand and wiping it, before jumping back when two hands smacked the glass from the inside.

"Got some friends inside." He mused. "Come on."

They walked around the building, it was mostly hidden from the shrubbery and leaves that grew around it.

"Lets clear a path see what we got."

"Why don't we just try our luck somewhere else, we're wasting time." Natalia glared at the offensive flora as Bob, Daryl and Tyreese started chopping it and pulling.

"You see anything else around?" Daryl asked.

Michonne joined them.

Tyreese was hacking at it aggressively, like he was taking out all his anger and frustration out on the green.

"Hey man, go easy. We don't know what we're dealing with." Daryl told him.

Tyreese didn't listen, seemingly finding a door and attempting to pry it open.

They watched the man as he pulled wires off his machete.

A hand reached out, grabbing Daryl, and yanking him forward.

He pulled himself free and Michonne sliced off its arm.

Then Bob was attacked, Natalia jumped forward, plunging her knife into it's skull, causing the man to fall back from being let go.

"Tyreese!" He called out, as Tyreese seemed to be wrestling with a walker.

"Ty!" Daryl shouted.

"Ty! Let him go!" Michonne said, ready to put the walker down.

He soon fell back, the walker who looked like he worked in the station, fell on top of him, trying to take a bite.

Daryl grabbed it, yanking it off Tyreese and to the ground.

Bob went to shoot it but Natalia pushed him back, kneeling on the walker and stabbing her knife through its eye, she didn't want Bob to send out a public announcement to the herd they ditched in the forest, of where they were.

"I told you, this was a waste of time." She told Daryl, standing up as he helped Tyreese.

"Why the hell didn't you let go?" Michonne asked.

He didn't answer her, instead attempted to regulate his breathing.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #carl grimes #carol peletier #daryl fanfiction #glenn rhee #michonne #rick grimes #daryldixonalonetwd #daryl x y/n #daryl dixion x reader #daryl x you #darylxnatalia

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asksleepymclean · 11 months

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While I'm making art and something else, I made random dialogues (or quotes? I don't know to be honest)..I’m bored :P

(Some of them will be added in my new mini-comic)

(Long post)

Edeline : Chris… Why are you sad?

Chris : I can't believe..I'm not the host anymore :(.I'm not ready for a new life

Edeline : Awww <:c •Kisses on the cheek • Don't be sad.. I'm sure we can handle it :)

Chris : •sigh• Yeah.. •Kisses on the cheek•

Christina : (Eww..)

Marshmallow : Woof?

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Jackie : Hey guys..We have news..

•They talk about new neighbors•

Kids : A new neighbors? :0

Madison : Yeah… They just moved into a new house yesterday

Eric: Can you be more specific about who they are?

Jackie : We honestly don't know.. They arrived late at night..But judging by the dialogue, it's most likely they are famous.

Tiffany : Famous? I wonder why they moved?

Annie : Most likely because of the show's closure. I heard that the producers didn't allow the two hosts to return to the show because of what happened in the show itself.

Eric : But what really happened?

Annie : Idk :(

Madison (Looks at Chris and Christina walking around the neighborhood) : Guys…Let's not discuss sad things..Let's get acquainted with the new neighbors

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Chuck Taylor : So you're the new one here that the rumors are talking about?

Christina : Yup

Marshmallow: Woof Woof

Chuck : You have a cute dog.

Christina : Hehe..Thanks

Chuck : Tell me..why you moved to Raven Brooks?

Christina (lied a little) : We decided to move to a new city because … Chris was recently fired and now we are looking for a job

Chuck : Who is Chris?

Christina: Oh..You don’t know him? Chris..He’s my annoying stepf..

Chris :Hey Christina..Who are you talking to now?

Chuck : …

Chris : …

Chuck : …Hi Mr.McLean

Chris (Looking at Christina) :…Is this your new boyfriend? >:0

Christina : Wh…What?! OF COURSE NOT >:(

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Chris (as Ken) : 🎵Come on Barbie, Let's go party!🎵

Brittany : No god please no >:/

Chris (as Ken) : 🎵Come on Barbie, Let's go party!🎵 >:D

Brittany : NO…NO >:O

Christina (as Barbie) : 🎵Come on Barbie, Let's go party!🎵

Aleksandra : No god please no >:0

Christina (as Barbie) : 🎵Come on Barbie, Let's go party!🎵 >XD

Aleksandra : NO…NO >X(

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Nicky : So…Do you like this place?

Chris : …Maybe

Nicky : …? Are you okay?

Chris : Yeah…I’m fine

Nicky : Are you sure,buddy? You look upset

Chris: I’m fine..

Nicky : …

Nicky : Why did you decide to move here?

Chris (•remembers the reason for moving, but doesn't want to tell his new friend• ) : Umm… …Well..It’s a looong story

Nicky : Oh…Okay

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Aaron : Umm…mrs McLean?

Edeline :Please call me Edeline.

Aaron : Oh…So..Why does your dog look weird?

Edeline: Well…

Chris: He's a mutant :D

The Turner family, Roth family and Peterson family: •shocked• O_O

Christina : •Whisper• Hush Chris..They'll think we're weird >:(

Mabel : •giggles• Well, well..Your husband is so funny

Maritza : Hey Chrissy…Do you mind if we pet your dog?

Christina : Of course… He doesn't bite.

Marshmallow: Woof

Molly : Doggy :D

•Everyone stroked the dog•

Nicky : My turn

Marshmallow : •Growls at Nicky•

Nicky : What the…

Christina : Marshmallow… You can't growl at people

Marshmallow : • stopped growling •

Madison : Hey dad… Why did he growl?

Nicky : I don’t know…

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Samantha Vassiljev : Hello guys..

All: Hello Samantha

Chris and Christina : …

Samantha : So you are the new neighbors?

Chris and Christina : …Y-yeah

Samantha : Are you okay?

Chris : Yes… We noticed that you have…

Christina : Beautiful hair <:D..

Samantha : Oh…Thanks

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Chris and Christina : •They saw Theodore•

Ghost Theodore : …?

Chris and Christina : Oh no… Ghosts… They exist. D:>

•They scream out loud in fear•

Ghost Theodore : Wait..Did they… see me?

Christina,Marshmallow,Edeline and a painful past (au) by me

Madison,Jackie,Brittany,Molly,Mabel and other by @askkassandragf-v-2

Samantha and Aleksandra by @pinkyberet

Chuck by @mochi-chan-2006

#hello neighbor #hello neighbor au #hello killer #total drama #total drama au #total drama next generation #a painful past #random #i’m bored #glitchowlthecreator

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we-want-a-shrubbery · 1 year

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So I'm watching the second Critical Role Campaign right now and I'm at the Harvest Festival (ep 17) and it's far too late, I should really go to sleep but I can't stop watching. I have already manically cackled out loud about 20 times; this episode is a fever dream and I love every second of it.

Just... Fjord with the fucking triple nat 1 at the trebuchet was already perfect and Jester and Yasha just yeeting him into the ground had me in tears.

Molly buying that carpet and being like "I have such big plans with this" and NOT ELABORATING - peak Molly energy.

Caleb, certified nerd at the shooting range with Nott as his feral little daughter. Wonderful. Their dynamic in general is so pure here. I mean, it always is and I love them, but when they're happy and getting into shenanigans together, it does things to my heart. I want all the happiness for them. Also: "Oh no, Caleb, I lost your silver piece :(" - "Yes, but you just lend me 200 gold yesterday, it's all good." - "but thE PRINCIPLE!!!"

And then just now the fucking weirdest conversation between Nott and Yasha about eating rats happened, there are actual tears in my eyes, what the FUCK?! I love them s o much.

I kinda just needed to scream this into the void because I'm having the time of my life here. Maybe some older critters will find this enjoyable.

#critical role #cr spoilers #mainly vague stuff but still #critical role spoilers #c2e17 #mighty nein #harvest close #also I know some of the bad shit that will happen within the next 10 episodes #so seeing all of them in such a happy low-stakes scenario warms my heart and also makes me happy and a bit sad/scared of whats to come #a certain circus guy just being out there and enjoying his life makes me feel things #good for him <3 #I have the feeling that I will be coming back to this episode many times for those sweet nostalgia feels

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toadstool32 · 11 months

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TINY FIC REC

Im making a tiny (pun intended) rec list of crossover fics bc i realized like, yesterday that my fav fics are either time travel fics or crossovers and i think sometimes ppl just skip on those bc idk they r not familiar with the other fandom yknow? anyway this is mostly just me putting all my favs on a list and releasing em into the wild, go check em out if u have similar tastes than me, or not, i dont care. on to the list!!!:

Dedication Through Light And Darkness by lalunaticscribe

Fandoms: Yugioh Duel Monsters and Dresden Files

Rated Teen and up

Summary:

The Door to Darkness has opened. The Light is missing. The Chicago Anarchy-gasm has begun, as Duel Monsters come out to play. As the titans clash,in the midst of it all is...Dark Magician? "There is no way in hell any wizard would wear that, Molly".

I read this one a whiiiiiile back but its like, my fave fic ever, im not even into dresden files i have no idea what happens there but the characters are interesting and the way they all interact is super interesting, the supernatural elements really blend incredibly well and THE DUELS OMG, some yugioh fics dont bother writting duels or just do the minimun but the duels here actually serve a purpose and AUGH its just so good, the author has another 5ds/marvel crossover but i have not read that one yet LOL.

Let the Darkness Bring Us Into the Light by arinrowan

Fandoms: Yugioh Duel Monsters and My Hero Academia

Rated Teen and up

Summary:

Yuugi was never interested in becoming a hero. But he's always wanted friends. Friends who he could rely on, and who could rely on him, no matter what. And after meeting Izuku, Yuugi's determined to support Izuku as Izuku becomes a hero. Even if it means getting involved in heroics, getting dragged into way too many fights, being around way too many loud people, and winding up involved with too many dumb secrets.

this one makes me insane it scratches my brain in a very specific way i loveloveLOVE how its written and its a series!, im biased towards yugi but even from a bnha bg u can enjoy this one! the quirk talk and hero society commentary is amazing and so great, the sequel its on goin and has got even better. read this if u like quirk talk or like seeing yugi and or izuku having friends.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons by Tenka

Fandoms: Yugioh Duel Monsters, GX, 5DS, Zexal, Arc V, VRAINS

Rated Teen and up

Summary:

It's a small restaurant. They shouldn't be able to get into nearly as much trouble as they do. In which Atem and Yugi run a small business with some eccentric workers in their midst. [Restaurant!AU]

Does it count a as a crossover if its the same franchise? i think so!, remember all those silly "and they all live in the same building" old time fandom thing? this is literally it but they work in a restaurant, its good u dont even need to have watched all of the series to get it this is such silly fun times, unfinished/on going.

King's Jackal by esama

Fandoms Yugioh Duel Monsters and Harry Potter

Rated Teen and up

Summary:

Wrecking all of Dumbledore's plans, the Power Dark Lord Knows Not walks up to Harry in the summer before his fifth year, and asks for directions.

ok i know what u think but i think this is the one that originated the whole shadow court thing? thats such a sick concept man augh what the hell this one is from 2011 so that alone speaks by itself but still! the charm in this one is the ygo characters like theres something goin on here that i like about it i tend to look very closely and just go euugh if anything seems OOC but this one is just fun old fuck the source material (both of them?????) incredible. also yugi is just fun here thats all i rest my case the fics abandoned btw, esama also wrote that one fic where yugi gains more shadows after atem goes away that one made me scream. not a crossover but read that one too

Bye Bye Yesterday by princessesandangels

Fandoms: Assassination Classroom and My Hero Academia

Rated Teen and up

Summary:

After the assassination of Koro-sensei, Shiro survived to continue his experiments. And he kidnapped all of 3-E to be his first test subjects. His first Nomu. But something went wrong. Very wrong. And now, 27 terrified teenagers, one femme fatale and a terminally overworked government agent are waking up in a world unlike anything their assassination classroom could have prepared them for. *** Ritsu looked close to happy tears and Tsukauchi was just staring back and forth between the two of them, shocked. “We’ll get them out, get them safe, I promise,” she said. “We… Ritsu, what are you doing here? Since when do you hack into police stations?” And Ritsu suddenly looked very sad. “Karasuma-sensei… I’m not really sure how to tell you this… But I haven’t seen anyone from 3-E in 232 years.”

part of an on goin series! ive linked this one before, ive made fanart to this, it makes me insane it makes me irrovocably sad it gets my brain thinkin up shenaningans, i love ensemble casts i love when theres just a bunch of guys running around, this fic is both fun and tragic bc of the nature of how the author went around to making it a plausible crossover. good stuff!!

stay in my eyelids for a little longer by stubborn_jerk

Fandoms: Mob psycho 100 and My hero academia

Rated Teen and up

Summary:

"Psychic powers don’t give us Quirks. Being born with one does." Kageyama Shigeo, nicknamed "Mob," had known this at a young age. This did not stop him from applying to two of the most prestigious Hero schools in Japan because, although he seems like an inconspicuous person, he, is in fact, a powerful ESPer.

are u seeing a pattern here? im seeing a patter here, dude what if mob was a UA student, came here for the plot stayed for the domestic terumob, its sweet and its fun seeing mob being mob in a hero obsessed society, part of a series if u want more!

100 Percent Hero by CiscoTheSoto

Fandoms: Mob psycho 100 and My hero academia

Rated Gen

Summary: A boy born with all the power he never wanted, Shigeo Kageyama didn't view himself as a hero. Although he saved innocent people from villains and spirits countless times, he never thought about how many lives he saved. But when he goes to a world where people with powers save others regularly, he will come to realize the impact he could have and what it really means to be a hero.

oh this one is great its on goin btw, while the last one is sweet this one just hits u in the face under the pretense that its good for u (it is) idk man what do i even tell u mob is so fucking sweet and the world around him is so fucking not. it pulls at my shounen protag loving ass.

This is the part where u start to realize i either really like mha or really hate it.

DCstuck by Vinnocent

Fandoms: Homestuck and the DC universe

Rated Teen and up

Summary:

Mr. Crocker raises an eyebrow. “Young man, are you suggesting we blackmail Batman?” he demands.

Read that summary again and tell me that doesnt sound sick as fuck tell me that to my face. Unfinished/on goin its fun times! u dont have to have read a single comic in ur life i actually read this one before even touching a single comic panel, whats better than this, just a bunch of guys running around im like a puppy running after its tail, go read this its like 50 ish chapters long so far

A Lullaby For Gods by inkteacup

Fandoms: Homestuck and Marvel (the movies not the comics but idk the difference)

Rated Teen and up

Summary:

Five gods rent a flat in Manhattan. That sounded like the start of a bad joke. In which Loki Silvertongue is not the only lost god who falls to a world that isn’t his own.

oh this is like, so fucking long, and hurts my brain this feels like homework but like, fun homework u know, i dont care about marvel im here for the kids, this pull in every single character u can think off and gives them a purpose its great , i love when theres just so many characters running around and whats this??? it also has some original human characters! even more guys to meet! its on goin and has 166 chapters so far but u already knew that , everyone and their grandma has read this i think.

"tiny all there are so fucking long ur insane" im not denying that now go read my faves pussy.

thats all for now might update this later bc i remember reading more crossovers i like but these r the only ones i found on my bookmarks,ok bye

#thats all now get off my lawn #tinys fic rec post #ac #feel free to send me crossover fics i like reading those #+if u didnt know

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layce2015 · 2 years

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Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

Visiting Hours

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(A/n: I don't know if I made this clear or not but just to let everyone know, in this story, Arthur doesn't have tuberculosis. It was the original idea to follow the game but then I thought this would be better even though I did like how Arthur goes out. And heck, I changed and gave Joel Miller a better ending why not Arthur?)

"You're a nasty woman, Miss Grimshaw, a nasty woman." Karen's voice shout, which woke Arthur up. He sits up in his cot and sees that (y/n) wasn't sleeping next to him and she saw Jack and Annebeth trying to play but you could tell their heart wasn't really in it. Clearly what happened to Molly yesterday really affected them.

"You think I wanted to shoot her?" Grimshaw asked Karen as Arthur gets dressed. "You seemed to like it, I saw that beady look in your eye." Karen accused. "You're drunk again." Grimshaw deflected. "And you're a fucking murderer!" Karen shouts.

"She broke the rules." Grimshaw said, just as loudly as Karen. "She did no such thing, she was in love, you sour-faced old crone! Damn you, Murderer, Murderer!" Karen screams and she walks away while Grimshaw glares after her.

Arthur sighs and shakes his head at this as he starts to look for (y/n), maybe now he could ask her what Sadie meant before he had to go meet up with her to save John. He walks around until he sees her sitting up against a tree some feet away from the camp.

He walks over to her and saw her looking down as she had her legs pulled up to her and her arms resting on her knees. She looked like she was in deep thought and Arthur hated to have to interrupt her but he was worried about her.

"Hey (y/n)." He greets. She raises her head at him and gives him a small smile. "Hey, Arthur." She said, in a small tired voice. "You okay?" He asked as he sits down next to her. She sighs then scoffs a laugh as she shakes her head. "Just...hell of a couple days, huh?" She said. "Yeah..." Arthur sighs and he noticed that she had some sort've brooch in her hand that she was fiddling with.

"Where'd you get that?" He asked, nodding towards the brooch. She looks at it, sighs then tells Arthur what happened with Oliver and his dad and how he gave her the brooch to pass down to Annebeth. "So now he wants to make up for it..." Arthur grumbles and (y/n) nods.

"Part of me wants to sell it but...I can't help but feel that I should give it to Annebeth when she gets older. It's a family heirloom and, whether I like it or not, she shares the same blood as him and therefore it should be passed down to her." (Y/n) said. "Guess that makes sense." Arthur said and (y/n) looks over at him.

"Thought I'd get more fight outta you.." she said, surprised. "If it's for Annebeth then...I don't have a problem with it." He replied and her smile returns.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me?" Arthur asked her and (y/n)'s smile falters. "Sadie was telling me her plans to save John and she mentioned she did want you to come along but said But not in her condition. What did she mean by that?" Arthur asked her. "And Annebeth said you went to see a doctor. Is everything okay?"

(Y/n) sighs and said. "Depends on how you respond to the news." Arthur raises an eyebrow at this as (y/n) continues. "The last few weeks, I don't know if you noticed, I've been feeling sick. So sick that I tend to vomit and some food tasted weird to me..." she said and Arthur nods a bit. "I remember you saying the champagne tasted odd back at that party." He said.

"Well...I went to the doctor to see what he said, even though I kinda figured out what it might be." She said and she looks into his ocean blue eyes. "What is it?" He asked as he stares back into her (e/c) eyes. She takes a deep breath then slowly let's it out. "Arthur...I'm pregnant." She said and Arthur's eyes widen at this.

"What?" He asked her, shocked. "Now the doctor said it's a strong possibility but I have to wait a few months. But...Arthur, looking back, the symptoms I'm experiencing are the same ones I had when I was pregnant with Annebeth." She explained and Arthur looks her over as if he was making sure she wasn't lying.

"You sure?" He asked and (y/n) looks him in the eyes, without blinking. "I would never, ever lie about this, Arthur. I care and love you too much to do that to you. I promise you that I'm pregnant, and you are the father." She said. Arthur stares at her for a moment then a small smirk appears on his face.

"Well I sure as shit better be." He said and she smiles. “I’m hurt that you would doubt me, Mr. Morgan.” (Y/n) said, feigning hurt with a playful smirk, placing her hand on her chest where her heart is. He laughs at her joke at first then remarks. “You’d be surprised, darlin'.”

The chuckles slowly died down, and Arthur’s smile faded to a deep frown as he looked down at his feet. (Y/n) sensed there is something going on in his head as he looked as though in deep thought.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked.

“What if…what if I ain’t cut out to be a father? Am I worthy to be a good father to our child?” He asked, his voice laced with insecurity. "Arthur…” she said, worried, but Arthur goes on.

“I’m afraid that something could happen to you or Annabeth one day if I wasn’t there. A lot has happened in my life before. What kind of father am I if—?” he started to ramble and (y/n) holds her hand up to him. “Stop.” She said. “Stop beating yourself up like that. You are a good man, and a good father. Annebeth loves you already, and so will the baby once it’s born. You proved so much by the way you helped me and the others at camp. I know you care a lot for us, especially after when the children were taken, and you were hellbent on bringing them back home. Did so much for us yet you feel like you are unworthy. You are anything but that, Arthur Morgan. Deep down, you are a good man. You just need to see that.” she said and Arthur looks at her then moves his eyes away.

“I know a lot has happened, but just know that we’re here for you. You deserve to be happy. Everyone you held close to and lost would want you to have a happy ending you deserve, for them. For us.” She grabs his hand and place them on her stomach where their child is residing. To let him know that he is loved and that the baby would be happy to meet him soon in a few months. Arthur gazes, lovingly, at the small bump he could feel then at (Y/n), eyes brimming with happy tears. “Thank you.” He says and she smiles at him then leans up and kisses him

They share a loving kiss before they pull back and stare into each other's eyes. “Now…how should we tell Annebeth she’s going to be a big sister?” he asked her but before (y/n) could answer, Strauss comes and up and calls out to Arthur, who moves his hand off of (y/n)'s belly.

"Mr. Morgan!" Strauss calls out as he comes up to them. "Herr Strauss." Arthur said. "How are you?" Strauss asked him. "Doing good, all things considering." Arthur said. "Okay. Are you perhaps available for some work?" Strauss asked him and Arthur sighs.

"Debtors?" Arthur asked and (y/n) looks between him and Strauss. "Yes." Strauss said. "I guess." Arthur sighs, sounding like he would rather do anything else than this. "Your commitment to your duties is admirable." Strauss said, smiling.

"Who are they?" Arthur asked. "Well, there's a deserter from Fort Wallace. Head to him first. They're looking for him out on the road near Three Sisters. Man's name is J. John Weathers." Strauss explains. "J. John Weathers..." Arthur mutters. "Then, there's a miner over in Annesburg. He's called...well he's called Arthur...like you." Strauss chuckles and (y/n) could see Arthur rolling his eyes.

"Arthur Londonderry. Family man, desperate. You know the type." Strauss said and Arthur sighs again. "Couldn't one of the boys do this?" Arthur asked him. "I tried. They lacked your vigor." Strauss said. "Vigor, huh?" Arthur scoffs then he sighs again. "All right." He said and Strauss smiles, brightly. "Take care, Mr. Morgan." Strauss said and he leaves.

Arthur runs his hands over his eyes. "I don't want to do this." He grumbles then he looks over at (y/n). "Especially leaving you after telling me the news." He said and (y/n) gives him a sympathetic look. "I know, Arthur. I don't like it either. But you have a job to do. Plus you have to help Sadie save John. Once you finish all that, then we can have some time together." She assures him and Arthur looks at her and gives a soft smile.

"Just stay safe, okay?" She asked him and Arthur nods then he leans in and kisses her. "I'll see you later." He said as he gets up. "Be careful, honey." (Y/n) said. "I love you." Arthur said. "I love you too." She said and Arthur goes to his horse and takes off.

For the next couple of hours, (y/n) kept her mind busy as she helped around the camp. But it made her sad as it seemed everyone, who once acted as a family, were now cold towards one another. And it seemed everyone was trying to not walk on eggshells.

(Y/n) was washing some clothes when she heard a hoofprints pounding on the ground. She looks up and sees Arthur coming in. She started to smile but it quickly disappears when she noticed this look of stern determination on his face as he makes his way to Strauss.

"Ah, how did you get on Mr. Morgan?" Strauss asked after Arthur made his way to Strauss, who was sitting on a large boulder. "Just dandy." Arthur replied, flatly, then he stares at Strauss for a few moments then said. "Just...get up." He said and Strauss looks up at him, startled. "What?" He asked. "Get up." Arthur ordered as he grabs Strauss's arm and pulls him up to his feet.

This startled (y/n) and she and a few other members stop and stare as Arthur takes Strauss to his tent. "What is wrong?" Strauss asked, shocked. "Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all." Arthur said as he continues to drag Strauss.

"What are you doing?" Strauss asked as they get closer to his tent. "Something I should have done a long time ago. Get your bag. Is this it?" Arthur said as he grabs Strauss's bag. "I don't understand." Strauss said as Arthur grabs some of Strauss's personal items and put them in the bag. "I ain't going to kill you, though I probably should. You disgust me and you shame us, if we could be shamed any more than we already are." Arthur said and he finished packing up Strauss's stuff. "That should do. Go!" Arthur said as he shoves Strauss's bag in his hands.

"I don't understand you. What are you doing?" Strauss asked as Arthur grabs him again and drags him towards the entrance of the camp. "Go and get a job!" Arthur shouts, angrily, as he shoves Strauss forward.

Strauss stumbles then turns back around towards Arthur, clearly shocked at what was going on. "But...I was your friend." he said to Arthur. "You and me, we ain't decent, but those folk, they was. Now, here take that." Arthur said as he pulls out some cash out of his satchel and throws it at Strauss.

"Take that and get lost." Arthur said and Strauss looks between the money and Arthur. "I'm-" he stammers but Arthur speaks over him. "Leaving." Arthur said, in a firm quiet voice. Strauss stares at Arthur and tried to to talk but realized that he would just piss Arthur off.

He collects his stuff and the money and leaves while Arthur watches him. (Y/n) runs up to him and places a hand on his arm. "Arthur, what was that about?" She asked as Arthur turns to her. "I don't want to talk about it. I gotta go." He mutters as he goes over to his horse but (y/n) walks up next to him then grabs his arm.

"Arthur, honey, talk to me." She pleads and Arthur stops and sighs. "I just got tired of his jobs and him preying on desperate folk. J. John Weathers...he has a pregnant wife. And Londonderry, he died and...he left behind a wife and a young kid. A kid about Jack's and Annebeth's age." Arthur said and (y/n) frowns. "Oh, Arthur..." she said, sympathetically, and Arthur shakes his head.

"I just...I couldn't take it anymore..." he said, defeated. (Y/n) gives him a sympathetic look then takes his hand in her, intertwines her fingers with his, and gives it a reassure squeeze. He turns his head to her and she gives him a small smile then she leans up and kissed his cheek.

The two share a look, a comfortable silence between them, before Arthur let's out a sigh. "I better get going..." he said as he goes to his horse. "Be careful." (Y/n) said and Arthur looks over his shoulder at her, a small smile on his lips. "Always." He said and he mounts his horse and takes off.

Sometime later, Sadie and Arthur make it to Sisika and got into the grounds. They thought John was out on the ground with the chain gang, but after shooting a guard they realized that John was not out on the grounds like they thought.

They run up towards the guards they didn't shoot, the prisoners were long gone at this point, and Sadie started to threaten one, asking where John was, but another guard comes up to her and aims his gun at her, threatening her. But Arthur comes up behind him and places his gun behind the guard's head, scaring him to death.

Arthur takes him captive and he and Sadie make their way to the entrance of the prison, still holding the guard at gunpoint. "Jameson!" Arthur yells as they get to the front entrance and a few guards had run along the top level of the prison.

"Is Jameson in?" Arthur asked the guards. "He's in Saint Denis." One of the guards said. "They got Milliken." Another guard exclaims. "Got him and going to kill him. Unless you bring me John Marston right now. You got one minute. I'm counting. One, two, three..." Arthur said but then he leans forward to Millikan.

"Millikan, is it?" He asked. "Yes, sir." Millikan said, shaking. "Will you count for me? I got talking to do." Arthur said to him. "Yes, sir. Of course, sir." Millikan said and he was about to count but then turns his head to look at Arthur. "From one or four, sir?" He asked him. "Very funny. No, we must be at 11 by now." Arthur said and Millikan begins to count.

"11, 12, 13."

"Faster." Arthur orders and Millikan starts to panic and cries. "14, 15, 16, 17. 18." he counts while Arthur talks over him. "Now hurry up. Or this poor fool's going to get his brain shot out and over what? For nothing." Arthur said but noticed that Millikan stopped counting.

"Milliken. Don't stop counting. I can't hear you." He said as a few guards walked away. "Hurry up and bring that asshole out here you bastard. Come on." Millikan cried out to the guards. "Don't cry, buddy." Arthur said. "I don't want to die." Millikan cries and Arthur pats his shoulder. "I know. I know." Arthur said and at that moment the front gates open and out comes John.

"Hey, Hey, John." Arthur said as Sadie goes over to him. "Hey, you two." John greets and Sadie shoots the chain that was linked between John's legs. "Now no funny business or Mr. Milliken here will stop crying once and for all." Arthur threatened as John and Sadie run off. Then Arthur turns to Millikan. "Okay, today's your lucky day. Let's go." Arthur said as he shoves Millikan forward and he starts to run while the guards start to fire at the trio.

"Been a while, John." Arthur said as they hid behind some boxes and started firing at the guards. Sade handed John an extra gun she had. "You're telling me! What took you so long?" John asked. "I'll explain later." Arthur said as they shoot and kill some guards.

"Was that you in the balloon?" John asked Arthur as they start to run again. "Believe me, that was my one and only time flying." Arthur jokes and they dodge and run from the guards and their bullets.

They eventually make it to the boat and get inside of it. "Come on boys, let's move. I'll row. You shoot." Sadie said to Arthur. "Seriously?" Arthur asked her, annoyed. "Let me, you're a better shot." she said as she grabs the oars and Arthur pulls out a rifle. "All right, fine. You just relax and enjoy yourself, John. Leave the real work to them as can still handle it." Arthur said as he takes aim. "Thanks." John said as Sadie rows and Arthur kills the guards.

Finally they make it to Copperhead Landing and they get off of the boat. "I think I liked you better when you was all trussed up like a prized chicken." Arthur told John. "No doubt." John said and Sadie whistles for the horses.

"Hurry up. They're going to on our tails soon enough if you boys keep wasting time." She tells them as Arthur looks out at the water. "That's us told then." He said. "Hey Arthur...thank you." John said to him, appreciatively, and Arthur turns to him and smirks. "Don't mention it." He said.

"Let's go. We should get out of here quick before the law gets wind of this." Sadie tells them as she gets on her horse. Arthur helps John to mount her horse then he gets on his and they take off as fast as they could.

"So what the hell happened in Saint Denis? Is Abigail all right?" John asked them. "She's fine. Jack is too. She managed to escape when they got Hosea." Sadie explained and John looks down. "Hosea. That still don't seem real somehow." He said, shaking his head. "All them years, Arthur, he was like family." John said.

"We lost young Lenny too." Arthur said. "No...what a damn mess." John said, devastated. "What about the money?" He asked. "Lost somewhere at the bottom of the ocean." Arthur explained. "What? How the hell did that happen?" John asked, confused and shocked.

"We hid on a boat, it was our only way out of there. The boat went down in a storm and we ended up stranded on an island somewhere near Cuba." Arthur said. "Cuba? Wait, you're going to have to tell me all this again." John said, his mind running a mile a minute.

"It's a long story, but things ain't been good, John." Arthur said, honestly. "You're telling me!" John said, like it was obvious. "We're holed up now in the mountains to the north near Roanoke Ridge in some caves there. The Pinkertons caught up with us again and we had to move." said Arthur. "Seems Molly ratted us out, the bitch. So she's dead too." Sadie said.

"Jesus. Maybe you should have just left me to hang." John said, sarcastically. "And I should warn you. Dutch didn't want us breaking you out. Said it wasn't the right time, so might not be the hero's welcome you're imagining." Arthur said and John scoffs.

"So much for no man left behind." he grumbles then he sighs. "I can't stop thinking about this. In the bank, when they grabbed me, he saw it, felt almost like he had a moment to do something and didn't." John explains. "Dutch ain't himself right now, or maybe he just ain't who we thought he was." said Arthur.

"Guess we don't need to worry about who's his favorite no more." said John. "Guess not." Arthur said as they make it to camp and Abigail and (y/n) look over and see that they had arrive.

"You brought him back to me." Abigail said, her voice full of tears, as she runs over to Sadie and John. "We told you we would." Sadie said as her and the boys dismount their horses. Abigail and John hug each other and (y/n) goes up to John.

"Good to see you back, John." She said as her and John give a quick hug to each other then (y/n) goes over to Arthur and they embrace. "I'm so glad you're safe too." She whispers to Arthur.

"John! What are you doing here?" Dutch's voice called out and they all turn to him and see Dutch and Micah walking up to them. "Good to see you too partner." John said to him, in a harsh sarcastic voice. "I meant I hadn't sent for you yet." Dutch corrects.

"I went." Arthur said, pulling out of his and (y/n)'s embrace, and walks over to Dutch.

"But I said that..."

"I know what you said. I felt different." Arthur said, interrupting Dutch. "Is that so?" Dutch asked, his voice turning to anger. "Yes." Arthur said, firmly, as he stands in front of Dutch, standing his ground.

"And when springing John brings the law down on all of us, what then, Arthur?" Dutch asked him. "Well I guess we'll have another fight on our hands." Arthur growls at Dutch. "Loyalty, Arthur, it ain't..." Dutch stops then starts to shake in anger.

"I had a damn PLAN!" Dutch yells, furiously, at Arthur then he turns to John. "John, John, you are my brother. You are my son. I was coming for you." He said, trying to assure him. "They were talking of hanging me, Dutch." John said, in a sort've desperate tone. "They was talking, they was talking and now they may come and hang us all." Dutch said and he walks away in rage while Micah glares at them and, slightly, shakes his head at them and walks off.

Sadie, Abigail, John, Arthur and (y/n) all exchange looks before Sadie shakes her head and walks off, John and Abigail head to their tents. Arthur kicks at the ground and (y/n) takes his left hand in her right hand.

"Hey, no matter what...you did the right thing, Arthur." She said, calmly, and she places her left hand on his cheek, her thumb brushing across his stubble. "I know." Arthur mutters as he raises his right hand and placed it over the hand on his cheek. He turns his head and kissed the palm of her hand and she smiles at him.

Then the two head to their shared tent.

@starjane312 @trinswhimsys @reiya-djarin

#fandom #fanfic #fan fiction #reader insert #x reader #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 arthur #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x y/n #arthur morgan x reader #video game imagine #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption imagine #red dead redemption fanfiction #reader imagine #reader

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Words and Words, What are Words?

Here we go again, with another humonguous post courtesy of a double tag by @tsunderewatermelon and @alpaca-clouds ! I had a hard time finding some of these, to be sure, so good job with the selection xD

The challenge: Go through my works to find a certain word and post the excerpt. Since there are so many, I have tried to keep it short :D

My words: land, pushed, snort, flex, muscle + edge, scar, surface, glitter, depth

Next round: epic, power, fruit, chain, brilliant

Let’s tag... @alpaca-clouds, @tsunderewatermelon, want to go again? Also, @mikaharuka, just to add some pressure :P and @axolotlsupremacyowo too, I want some Franmaya!

The excerpts:

LAND — From Life is a Flower (and love is the honey)

What follows is a long, somewhat rambling explanation filled with too many details, but he gets the gist of it: No, he grew up in a place called Eengland, but that’s still a lot closer, relatively speaking, than California. Also, California was originally separated from the Old World (which is actually called Yurop, after a goddess who was a cow) and anyway the people there rebelled over soaked tea leaves, so there’s a bigger rivalry with them than with Vienna, except in matters dealing with a union (the tea leaves’ farmers union, perhaps?).

PUSHED — From Cry for the Innocent

She claws at Vander's arms until her fingernails hurt, screams until her throat gives out and it isn't enough and it only hurts worse because Vi is supposed to make things better but she's dead and Powder needs her here, they're sisters, Vi isn't supposed to just leave her.

At one point, Benzo comes in, and tries to get them to move. The smell of freshly cooked food drifts from the adjacent room, and it makes her want to heave. She pushes him away and flees, wedging herself into a corner.

SNORT — From Molly Holmes and the Case of the Missed Present

Zelmen's eyebrow ridges rose, and a wicked gleam entered his eyes. "Why, you are most welcome, gracious Viscount. Certainly, it is a tremendous honour to have the gratitude of a esteemed peer of the Realm, particularly one as exquisitely discerning as yourself, my good man!"

Lupin snorted so hard that he began coughing and had to lean against a table to keep his balance. Sandiego pounded on his back, though she was also sporting a delighted smile

FLEX — From The Art of Music Composition

Zagreus darts a quick look at his father’s throne. He scrunches up his face in a mixture of distaste and fear. Then he looks down and mumbles, so low the adults almost can’t hear him, “I guess having Nyx in my song would be okay.”

Orpheus catches Achilles flexing his free hand and sees his eyes flash, but the warrior swiftly brings his anger back under control. As everything stands, both of them are powerless to speak out against the injustices deities inflict on their kin.

MUSCLE — From Life is a Rollercoaster; or Tao Xu’s Fight Against the Big Butterfly of Chaos

Three weeks into the new term and Tao had been right to dread his fate. He was miserable. His ankles hurt constantly. His tailbone hurt. He could barely climb the stairs to his room, because apparently abdominal muscles were used for everything. Yesterday he had to listen to Harry Greene talk for twenty minutes before he could escape.

EDGE — From The Silent Vigil of Gloria Brante

The truth was that Benedict had always been too observant. Too careful. Too canny.

Truly, it was that understated certainty of the future that made the barrier setting him apart from everyone else. There had always been something about him that set her instincts on edge. Something that wasn't magic but wasn't fully mundane either. Whether it was the Twins' Will, she dared not consider; what she knew was that sometimes it scared her.

SCAR — From Living with the Consequences

Alucard lifted his hand to the scar on his chest, still red and raw even after a year of healing. Most of the time, he could almost forget it was there. Other times it would itch until the contact of fabric on skin became maddening. Occasionally he would lift his arm or try to turn too fast and the tissue would pull and constrict so that he had to stop the movement just a little sooner than he had had to, before his mother's death and all that had followed.

SURFACE — From Seeds of Change

Caitlyn Kiramman ran for her life.

She rounded a corner at full speed, and nearly lost her balance when she stepped on something soft and wet on the floor. Her shoulder painfully collided with the brick wall. She cried out but ignored the pain, using the solid surface to push herself forward. She could still hear the shouts of her pursuers. She couldn't let them catch her.

GLITTER — From Let Out your Inner Freak

Elle Woods was infuriating. Just thinking about the blonde made Vivian's blood boil. How could one person be that self-obsessed? Not bringing any notes to class, not doing the assigned reading, not to mention the platinum highlights and obscene amount of pink. She had a glitter pen, for goodness' sake. Couldn't she see how hard she was making things for every other woman in their year?

DEPTH — From Once More, Unto the Breach

What Achilles never seems to realize is that when he looks up at Patroclus as he's doing now, when the sheer depth of his feelings shines through his beautiful blue eyes, the universe dissolves around them. Patroclus gets drunk on the intensity of his love and he feels, for a moment, like nothing can hurt him as long as Achilles stays by his side.

#tag game #AO3 fic #multifandom #couldn't resist the title #but I'll be surprised if someone gets the reference xD

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shijjii · 2 years

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Crestfallen

Since I'm sad atm, good luck to the character I will be choosing for projecting my feelings

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

might have heavy fucking angst, cus I'm really sad right now. Crestfallen is something that is what I'm feeling at the moment. Sadness and disappointment and overwhelming overthinking thoughts.

He looks as he sees the once grey bright eyes turn dull, passing through the veil after being hit by a spell that he didn't even know what at that point because everything went quiet when he saw Sirius Black fall down on the ground with a smile on his face.

No. That was his first thought. His first and only thought that he kept screaming inside his head and as he sees Harry shout and cry, going after Bellatrix, who was the sender of the spell, he hugged the teenager very tight

Telling him that he's gone. He's gone. There was a lump in his throat as he says it. He couldn't believe that Sirius Orion Black III, was gone. The boy who once said on top of the Gryffindor common room table that he will live for the longest of time, doing everything that he wanted to do in life.

Remus still remembers the time Sirius' eyes glinted with mischief as he said that, it was as if it was only yesterday. It was yesterday. They talked about the memory, Sirius said that after everything, after the war, after he is sent to be a free man, he's gonna tell him something. One of the things that he wanted to do with his life

"there's a hint. Its got something to do with you" he smiles as he looks directly to Remus' dual coloured eyes.

With everything come crashing through the man, he had loosened his grip on Harry, letting him go after Bellatrix. That was the only time he had gone back to reality. Reality that he was gone.

Remus had slowly gone down to the floor as he heard spells being cast left and right from his surroundings, and yet he can't hear them. It seems like everything is just a blur.

He wasn't there anymore. Slowly, tears started to fall down from his eyes and stared at Sirius' body, lifelessly laying on the floor.

This is a joke. He told himself

This is just a joke. He said once more, trying to convince that Sirius' mischievous behaviour had gone too far and he was just pranking everyone that he had died.

Yeah, that's got to be it. He started to stand up and slowly make his way to Sirius, the spells slowly died down and there he was.

Sirius Black, with a smile but dull grey eyes. He had started to cling on to his body. More tears have started to fall down. No, this can't be. He tried to shake him a little bit

No response

At that point, Remus' memory has been a blur. Not knowing what happened but the moment he came back to, he was back at Grimmauld's. Seated in front of a fireplace.

"Oh" was the first word that has come out of his mouth, Molly looked from the kitchen when she heard something and sees Remus sobbing, head on the floor. "He's gone!" He shouted

Molly had quickly made her way to the man that was on the floor and gave him a hug, Remus clung on to her. Like a child who had scraped his knees badly "Molly, he's gone! He- I- I never got to tell him! I- I never-" hiccups

He started hiccuping as he cried more on her shoulder. Pathetic, he thought. Can't even form a bloody sentence! Can't even protect the love of my life.

And that was when he managed to croak it out with his hoarse voice

"I never managed to say to him that I love him..." Molly pursed her lips, trying to keep her own tears at bay. Hearing Remus, the usually calm and collected man who would panic at a drop of information at times. The man who would roll his eyes at Sirius. The man who would subconsciously light Sirius' cigarette due to how he had often done it before when they were still at school.

The man who loved Sirius more than anything, was grieving, because the man he loved was gone.

Kreacher appeared from the shadows, holding a letter. Not saying anything but giving the letter to Remus despite the disgusted look on his face.

With tears in his eyes, he tried to read the letter that was addressed to him in Sirius' handwriting

"He- He-" Remus sobbed loudly once more. The paper, being crumpled up due to his grip on it "what is it, Remus?" She asks gently

"he wanted-" he takes a deep breath but failing to continue his sentence. Molly let him grieve more before he is able to do continue.

"he- he wanted to propose to me after the war"

That broke Molly's heart completely.

The life that he could have had with Sirius. All gone now. All disappeared

Remus felt crestfallen.

Now he had to live his life without him.

#Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #remus lupin fanfiction #Sirius Black Fanfiction #is this what they call a drabble?#drabble #angst #remus lupin angst #sirius black angst #crestfallen #harry potter #fanfic #fanfiction #canon major death #dead Sirius Black #wolfstar #wolfstar angst #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar drabble

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nityarawal · 2 months

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Aloha- Daniel is being racist & turned off my power after I paid him rent. I dont feel safe showering here with him screaming at me. Melody said he was violent with her. I told him it's against law to cut power. Would you tell him too? Thanks!

Nitya

Encinitasbeachhome.com

MJ is letting electric know of your hardship. Shut up & turn on electric. Edison said this is violation of law= racism. Cry to someone else faggot.

No. I don't talk to cops. Your dad's bros remember? When you called on Robbers at dead guys next door? They Forgot to look- they were so bust macking on Melody & I. Eon said they pimped us out with cameras. True? He warned Mommies of piggy Trolls. I don't speak to rapists- just witnessed him raping militia camp bros into crime. He's a creep. Sheriff Jeremy Parsons. I'm a reporter you know. Been an editor at 2 magazine and written for dozens of publications. You really should get your head out of your ass & wake up. I disclose all. Journalist of 30 years. Got an issue with my career darling?

Turn on my electric or they could come. It's True. I don't ask them to record my house. It's pitch dark now. No electric.

His attys want to address racism in my business & homes. 40% of California's were sexually discriminated against out of their homes. Tell Martin. Vegas bros get really mad when boys mistreat their little sister. Doesn't go down well with anyone being a mommy hater. Peace.

Would love to roast Parsons if you could let our attys know how gross they were Peeping on us. He's a murderer.

Elon said he'd pay! Shut up! Send Bill to America 1st Legal. He's covering all racism. Call before you get charged on foul play. Connect electric. Gabriel is trying to help you before you fuck up.

Not enough to heat?

We froze with no heat!

How many puppies died waiting for #Cybertruck ?

I'm sleeping in car waiting tonight. My Landlord got manic screaming after spending money on hookers- he forgot to pay electrical bill.

Call us.

FYI: Sent to bff Black belt:

My landlord unplugged electric yesterday. He has $1200 electric bill & paid hooker $300 (who looks like me) to clean his home! He was crying all day! Omg Melody paid $300 last month at Christmas then left him New Years! He finally turned it on after dark but I slept in car anyways. He scared me. He's acting manic screaming everyone out of here. Mikey left with Gemini. It's not mommy friendly. Dogs are freezing! It is pretty cold. Just washing and cleaning after Floods- house still leaks! No heat! He wants $100 more for utilities monthly and also suggested I upgrade to a self sufficient trailer! Does coffee pot, electric blanket, christmas lights & burner cost this much??? I want to upgrade! I need his X gf Melody'ss testimony about IEHP still for America First Legal. Could you send one too? Elon is refunding! So sick of peeps triangulating us into their dramas and lust. I wonder if Daniel Hall Is related to Molly's husband Dr. DREW HALL who treated me after Marine beating? or Chris Hall- the political hooker- whose mom Janet babysat me? He gave Molly a morning after pill SOS. He's sold out. This gaslighting is racist & I had to have my neighbors keep him in check. Melody says he has Syphilis. Wondering if we all do? She appears to be a big pharma spy/hooker from teens in 'hunger games' grooming. Like my kids- how can we hate her? I don't. How do we break chain? Daniel's Step-dad is Obese & lives in Vegas most of time. Adam's pimp contact? Melody said one tenant left because old man wanted to shower with him. I think Daniel is pimped to hookers cuz he's scared of dad. Melody said Daniel beat her out of here so obviously I'm weary. He's a big guy. Prayers! I need to move! Xo

I let my bro & Dr. Sunil know about extortion to get $1200. I'll pay it all when I get KY refunds. Tell Melody to hurry. Did you say Raj at dmv.org tried to bribe y'all? What was Rowen pedophile getaway when Meoldy said you broke her leg about? Truth will set you free. In writing. She's trying to frame you.

He just cut power again. Could you do an intervention please? Thankyou! Xo

30 days is law. Read contract. You're a racist bully. I can go. Refund me and fix this. You owe me. Call America First Legal. They want your testimony. Work.

Well I'll lyk if anyone comes through when my electric is back on!(:

HARD TO DO BUSINESS WITH 9-5 TERRORISM ISNT IT? I let whole legal team know about your tantrum & extortion with shivering puppies etc! Could you put your texts in Google docs and also post on Tumblr for them to analyze? Starving & need to cook! Please dont give them to rescues or kill them. We love puppies! MJ said your mad Charly was raped & thats why you wont let her in warm sauna room with your dogs! Grazie! NITYA

Sent to old landlord Dan:

Aloha! Do you still have my stuff? My landlord is being a dick. I need to move. My place is flooded cold. How are you? Did Danny really die? That really upset me. I hope not. I pray for y'all regardless. Always hope.

Square up for Melody Gray con. @IEHP_healthcare @America1stLegal

Our puppies shivered all week in cold.

My Landlord is cring after spending $1200 on hookers trying to keep up with you. Sheriff Parsons is circling him for pretty gay boy dolly?

@GRIMES_V1 He texted BS all day yesterday for @America1stLegal about Melody Gray.

I had to shit in garden- you are so abusive. Melody will throw your ass into a hospital bro. Karma. Walk the line. Don't F up & blame mom. What's her number? Can she get you? Test for every syphalis there is. Melody admitted you had it. Truth will get you big $$$. You want honest cash & keep dick or not? Physics.

Not sure if I can get out with mud today but I'll walk it & check this afternoon. I think I need to move. Do you have any rentals there? I was paying $300 for leaky trailer off grid here. Thanks!

Excuse me, what's your reason for today's electrical terrorism? Does your friend have her period? Is that why my towel was bloody? Truth. You shit on us everytime you & Melody get PMS & overspend too. You know I don't eat out or spend on heat because I can't afford to. It's OK. You just learn to budget. I can help you for rest of year free- both self sufficient trailers for my family and mommy respect. Your attitude will Felon you.

I am not your C word nor will I ever be. Gross. You're out of line.

Elon wants to refund me for terrorism. $$$ Send in your notes. I don't want to read your diarhea. American First Legal wants every sordid detail of your trafficking stories. You're in luck. Confessions pay commissions. Xo

I'm also sorry if I seem racist against gays. It's just been insane having them steal every man I've been with - now kids. Discrimination against breeders- like Daniel displays- has been my reality. Maybe it's my shitty destiny. Welcome to my 20th+ slumlording. Hope Daniel's kickbacks made it all worthwhile tho. He's on suicide watch around here. We all thought it was him when gunshots went off at neighbors. TG he survived thus far. I am trying to be supportive & stay out of it. He sends senseless hate texts all day to gaslight me. Why? For an electric bill because his room is a sauna for male pets only? He asked me not to sit there when hes not home after he desserted pets most of weekend and had asked for my assistance! Puppies are shivering. I wish Mikey was here still to save them too, like Gemini. Or Melody. She wanted Gemini but he plays politics w/ pets wars too. ): We're all disturbed.

Do you know how many gays tried to recruit me for politics post divorce? Military + 1000's. It's a Fidelity marriage faith I honor. Vows: word: i write. I don't judge. But a little respect from Divorce courts would've been appreciated. It's been hard. Always hoping latest atty will work fidicuary duty to moms & kids. It's an uphill battle alone. I was hoping you could help- as moms. We're all in it together. Moms are a Tribe. Xo

Your pappa came home & understands laws. You're in violation of code with landlord laws once again. Turn on electric. I'm leaving town for a bit to get work/custody done. Not into your drama. Work for your money & tell truth if you want my honest bucks. Lol Not into faggot bullies at all. Encinitasbeachhome.com not down with your BS as a national association realtor. I'll let them know. 40% raped because of spoiled brats like you making a sauna for boy pets. Ew. 30 days Martin confirmed I'm safe. Leave me alone. Grazie. NITYA

Martin was apologetic for Daniel's snotty behavior. Unfortunately this is how divorced enablers spoil children - please teach our kids better. We all agree Daniel is a shit uncle & example for our kids right now. Please protect them. I'll try to get us all refunds- if you were also prejudice against in home & work? This is unfortunately normal for me. Landlords want to f me, their gfs try & when I'm not down they rage. Gross. So unattractive!

It'll work out. Mother Nature wins. Hands down. I'm just an innocent catalyst for highest good. Stay safe! Peace & all love! @elonmuskdaily @elonmuskfanslounge @elonmuskfans @elonmuskparody @elon-daddy @teslamotorsblog @teslamodel3 @americafirst-blog

Xo Mom

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sarah-dipitous · 7 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 269

The Abominable Bride

COULD I have just typed “the abominable bride full episode” into youtube yesterday and had the first half as the top result and the second half right under it? Maybe, but I was angy.

“The Abominable Bride”

Plot Description: Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson find themselves in 1890s London in this Christmas special

How I’m being forced to watch this……..and I don’t even truly want to watch it

I’m truly just here for Andrew Scott but even that will break my heart

I’d be so mad if the person who just decided we were going to live together told me I should get acclimated to never finishing a sentence. We simply would not be living together. I’d find somewhere else

Mary hasn’t died yet in the show, has she? Unfortunately, I truly can’t remember. I’m leaning towards no

I’m sure this woman in a wedding dress and smudged makeup shooting at random dudes on the street with TWO pistols has a very valid reason for doing so

Mary’s still alive outside this weird Victorian dream Sherlock’s having because he told John and Mary that Sherlock is actually either a girl’s name or gender neutral at the end of last episode (sorry, been bothering me)

Having not read all the Sherlock Holmes stories I’m not sure if they’re girlboss-ifying 1895 Mary, but the things I’ve heard about the actress playing her (terfery), Mary’s character fighting for women’s suffrage feels either too on the nose (given the time period) or a slap in the face (translated it to modern times)

I forgot they made Molly crossdress so she could still be a medical professional

MAYBE IT WAS A SECRET TWIN?! Really?? I mean, they were hinting at the secret Holmes sister at the end of last episode with the whole East Wind thing but….

Ok. But I do like this Molly. This “not afraid to express how bitter she is that John is as close as he is to Sherlock despite not having the skills she possesses” Molly. She’s unafraid to express it even though she has to hide WHY

I know it’s Doyle canon accurate but I think we could have done without the fat suit for Mycroft :/

We’re at least a little bit redoing the five pips??

1895 Sherlock is the worst of the headcanoned ace rep Sherlock has. Like on one hand, we DO get “oh, Watson, nothing made me [like this]. I made me.” However the “like this” is hating any emotion even though the conversation before this was about romantic love and sexual attraction. And just….conflating those to things to be “all emotion” 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

The way “miss me?” written on a small note sent me screaming. I am positively vibrating with the anticipation of getting to see my horrible consulting criminal againnnnnnn

Baby, i HAVE missed you!!!!!!

Oh…I remembered that Sherlock woke up in modern times, but i forgot he was able to go back into 1895

HOW. How do they all just let him do whatever he wants?? He’s literally about to personally exhume the body of a woman who died 120 years ago because what? Because he had a drug induced dream about her?? And he just needs to know he was right in his DREAM?! John won’t stay for it, hit Mycroft and Lestrade seemingly have no problem with it???

This is what this show was missing:Moriarty and Sherlock fist fighting on a ledge beside a waterfall. I am not joking

They just……..kicked him off the ledge?!?! Just so unceremoniously?! You kick Moriarty? You kick his body like a football? Oh, jail for Watson! Jail for Watson for a thousand years!!

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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polkadotart · 2 years

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not quite sure the name of the mouse creature molly's design is based off of but i love it so much ! she's absolutely adorable . and lex being a bearcat..best thing ever i literally love those beasts. i used to be so obsessed with them as a kid.

every time you do a redesign of your characters just know that i am screaming and cheering !!! theyre always so good!

YAY Thank you!!! It’s always refreshing to change things up :)

Molly is a mouse but more specifically I chose to make her look more like a jerboa with her long legs small body and little arms and long tail fuzzy at the end.

I just recently learned about the bearcat like yesterday and I know I’ve said lex is a bear cat for awhile but never knew there was an animal that goes under the same name and just coincidentally also has long black fur like him so I feel like I have something to look at for a reference. I do mostly see lex as a bear so maybe that feature of him is amplified but still.

I don’t really want to say that molly or lex are specific animals but because I’ve tried a lot of different things I’ve found I have my favorites and molly as a mouse and lex as a bearcat feels right

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calumthoodshands · 3 years

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I haven't seen you in a few days and I don't like it

So I'm gonna spam you with some serotonin

^^^^I mean LOOK at this cute little shit

I — that is the sweetest message i’ve ever gotten shat like what

I mean i’m still here don’t worry and i am thinking about doing a reblog spree sometime soon so 😌 you’ll notice. But yeah that is pure serotonin i don’t even know where to L o o K like — oh my god every picture is better than the other i can’t even 😭 and moose doing a cameo 🥺

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yoooo if your requests are open can I request fluff prompt *shuts up the other with a kiss* Fred weasley x reader where they're at the burrow having a bit of an argument about freds reckless behaviour because she's afraid of him accidentally seriously hurting himself and all the weasley siblings are kinda just watching the drama unfold and Freds like woman chill neither me nor George has ran into any serious injury with our inventions and asks why she gets so hysterical about his safety and anyway and then she just kisses him infront of everyone to get him to stop his rambling but also as a kind of harbouring secret feelings confession

(I'm not sure if your requests are open or if you would want to write this so feel free to chuck it if you want just thought I'd ask cuz I'm in such a Fred weasley rut at the moment lol)

what about me?

FRED WEASLEY X FEM!READER

note: first request :’)))) also some clueless fred and lovesick reader ….. also forgot to post this yesterday for their bdays </3

Summary: Fred’s constant recklessness finally pushes you over the edge, and secret feelings are at last revealed.

WC: 1.5k

TW: blood, injury (??)

You felt like your head was going to explode.

Fred and George were up on their brand new brooms — that your family had gifted them — and were tossing gnomes to each other.

Molly and Arthur had left for the week, to go visit Charlie with Bill and Fleur.

Thus leaving you in charge, considering Molly didn’t trust the twins enough to give them control.

Harry and Hermione had also come for the weekend, and the rest of the summer holiday, joining you on the list of honorary almost-family members.

When Molly had kissed all of your cheeks and made sure there was more than enough food in the Burrow, she turned to Fred and George and said the same things she always did to them.

“Now boys, if Y/N tells me either of you have misbehaved at all, I’m taking away the brooms for the rest of holiday.”

They both nodded and answered at the same time, “We’ll be on our best behaviors, Mum.” Not forgetting the shit-eating grins either.

Both Fred and George knew you would never snitch; you loved them both far too much to ever get them in trouble.

Sure, you never agreed with what they did, but you would never spoil their fun. Unless, of course, it was dangerous.

And there you were, standing in the grass, with Harry and Ron, watching the two of them charm and toss and kick squirming garden gnomes to each other.

Both had the same goal, to knock the other off his broom. Neither had been successful thus far, but George had spun upside down a few moments ago.

“You two are going to get hurt!“ you yelled up to them, earning a loud laugh from Fred.

“Don’t fret, Y/N/N! The gnomes love us!” Fred smiled, before grunting and kicking a small and screaming gnome with all his strength.

You huffed and crossed your arms, shaking your head as Harry and Ron cheered them on.

Hermione and Ginny were inside finishing up their summer reading, something you had tried to get all the boys to do.

Of course, unsuccessful, but at least you tried.

Fred grabbed the large gnome by the grass coming off it’s head and swung it in circles above his head. George smiled and steadied himself, waiting to dodge the blow.

Fred too steadied himself, his biceps flexing as he brought his arm back and threw the thrashing creature as hard as he could.

It happened in slow motion, George’s eyes widening as he realized just how strong his twin was, and then the crash as the screaming gnome collided with George’s face.

Just as you were about to turn away from the boys and let them face their own pain, a loud yelp from Fred rang out, and George fell off his broom.

He lifted his hands off the broom in order to guard it, which he was too late for, and thus making himself lose balance.

He fell from his broom, and everyone froze as he dropped 30 feet down to the ground.

“Shit!” Fred cursed, diving down, hoping to soften George’s fall.

It was too late, and George landed on a bed of yellow flowers.

“George!” You yelped, rushing over to your best friends side. Ron and Harry followed closely behind, and Ginny and Hermione stuck their heads out Ginny’s window to watch.

“Fuck, George,” Fred sighed, dropping down to his side.

“Is he okay?” Ron asked as Harry and Fred hoisted George’s limp body up.

You quickly examined his body, a few cuts adorned his arms and then a gash along his temple. All would be curable; he was lucky he didn’t break any bones.

“Yeah, he’s just knocked out,” you sighed, your heart still racing.

“Ron, help Harry take him inside. I need to speak to Fred.” You said, rather harshly.

Ron nodded, not wanting to be on the receiving end of your wrath. Fred gave you a smile, hoping to calm your mood, but he could tell you were already raging.

“Y/N,” he started, reaching out to run your arm.

You moved it out of the way and narrowed your eyes at him. “Fred. I swear to God—“

“Please don’t yell…” he winced, waiting for the venom about to seep out of your mouth.

“Do you not think, like ever? Did you really expect that to go perfectly and both of you come out unharmed? Merlin, Fred, sometimes I don’t understand how I’m friends with you!”

At this point, you knew George was awake because you could hear his small remarks that he and Ron were sharing from the doorway.

You turned your head to the side and gave him a glare to shut him up, also seeing Ginny, Hermione, and Harry peeking to see the altercation going on outside.

You looked back to see Fred rolling his eyes, obviously not fully grasping the seriousness of the situation.

“Do you really not get it?!” You practically screamed at him.

All the twins did was worry you. It’s like they found a weird satisfaction in making you anxious, making you care for them.

But it seemed like Fred didn’t understand how much you truly cared for him.

So much that you willing messed up your mixture in Potions so he wouldn’t be alone in detentions.

When you told Flitwick that it was you who charmed the candlestick to hit Marcus Flint in the back of the head; just so Fred wouldn’t get another session of pain with Umbridge.

Or when you pretended to be into Cormac McLaggen, just so Fred and George could be allowed on the team again. Because, if Cormac wanted you on the team, that meant the twins had to be too.

He was so oblivious to it. To the lovesick look in your eyes whenever he was around. How you clung to his words.

Even the tiniest compliments he would give you drove you wild. Everyone knew. It wasn’t hard to tell.

But no. You were just Y/N and they were just Fred and George. Best friends. That’s all.

You were around to keep them in check, scold them when some of their “harmless” pranks went too far.

Fred would never see you the way you saw him… you had already told yourself to not let your feelings get in the way of every thing else.

Fred’s voice broke you out of your clouded thoughts.

“Everyone’s alright, Y/N. He’s fine. Im fine. You’re fine. Where’s the issue?” He scoffed, enjoying seeing you all worked up.

You didn’t respond, but Fred could tell how frustrated you were getting. So, of course, he decided to egg you on (the most reasonable thing to do, obviously).

“I don’t know why you worry so much, we always end up okay.” He became calmer now, trying to get you to do the same.

“You don’t understand,” you started.

“What happens one day when it goes too far? When you don’t wake up? What happens then?” You could feel yourself reaching the breaking point.

The strain in your voice was obvious. Fred knew you were upset, but he didn’t realize how emotional you were over this.

“Y/N,”

“What about me?” You choked out. Your voice finally betraying you.

A confused look overcame his face. Behind you, Hermione and Ginny shared a knowing look, and George smiled. You finally admitted.

Ron opened his mouth to ask Ginny what it meant, but Fred beat him to it.

“You? What? What do you —“

Not being able to bare the space between the two of you anymore, you leaned forwards and got onto your tiptoes before planting your lips onto his.

He stumbled back, causing you two to break apart, your eyes widened after realizing what you had done, but his reflexes were faster.

He pulled you back into his large frame, and wrapped his toned arms around your back, securing you tightly to his body.

Your lips met again, and molded together flawlessly. It was like they were sculpted to fit the other perfectly.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for forever,” Fred sighed against your soft lips, running one of his calloused hands through your hair.

All you did was nod, putting both of your hands on his cheeks, securing him in place.

A loud cheer from behind you two caused you to pull apart. Turning around, you were met with a grinning George, a clapping Harry and the two girls sending you knowing smiles.

Ron was looking between you two, awfully confused. “How did you do that, Fred? She was screaming at you and then you were practically sucking her face off!”

Fred chuckled at his younger brother’s awkwardness, “You’ll learn one day, Ronniekins,”

Ron, not appreciating the nickname, rolled his eyes and huffed.

After you all stopped laughing, Fred placed a hand on the small of your back and led you into the Burrow, before pulling you onto the couch, and re-attaching his lips to yours.

“Oi! Get a room!” Ron loudly interrupted, earning a pillow to the face from Fred.

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#imagine #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley angst #fred weasley x y/n #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley #harry potter #ron weasley #george weasley #angst #maeve writes 🎀

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luveline · 2 years

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a special friend, part 7 [Fred Weasley x reader]

summary: fred takes you window shopping, ruins your new dress and defends your honour [11k]

tags: smut, mental health issues, implied/referenced self-harm, she/her pronouns used for reader, fem reader

chapter list here

You were gaining weight and not sure how you felt about it. You filled out your clothes like before you'd left Hogwarts, which was perfectly fine. You were perfect just the way you were, Fred assured you.

It wasn't always your changing appearance that bothered you, it was the idea that you'd been eating a lot of food, mostly at Molly's expense. And what gave you the right to do that?

You started making excuses not to go there on Saturday's, even when you could tell Fred was puzzled and maybe even upset. He finally had enough that morning.

"Ghost. Whatever this is, I need you to tell me. Because my family likes you, my mother adores you, and they feel like they've done something wrong and I'm worried they did, too."

You were aghast, rushing to explain. "No, it's not your family. I like your family, your mum is an angel."

"Then what is it?" he asked. You knew he was frustrated and you couldn't blame him this time. Family first.

You looked down at your hands. He took a breath.

"Whatever it is, just tell me," he said softly. "Tell me."

"I don't feel like I deserve to eat," you said, words all squished together.

"You don't deserve to eat?"

"Yeah."

He looked gutted. "Ghost, you need to eat," he hooked an arm around you. You melted into his side.

"You don't need to lose any weight," he continued.

"It's not a weight thing," all the time, you didn't say.

"Then…"

"Just. I never had an appetite before, you remember. I don't like it."

He frowned at you. "You don't like eating?"

"I don't like being hungry and then eating like I deserve to not be hungry."

"You don't deserve to be hungry, Ghost. Nobody does."

"Your mum makes food for me, I'm using up her time."

He pushed the bed covers off of your crossed legs, trying to climb over you. "She likes cooking for you. She likes seeing you. She knows you're around for the long haul," he said, running his hands through his hair. You had to crane your neck to see his eyes.

"I am?"

"You know you are. Now get dressed before my mother dies of heartbreak, if you will. Please come."

He didn't ask for much and you couldn't say no to him.

"Y/N!" Molly cried at the sight of you. "I was beginning to think we scared you off!"

"Sorry, Mrs Weasley. I've been a bit busy," you lied.

She waved her tea towel at you. Something in her face made you think she knew the real story. Maybe she did - she was a mother after all.

"No apologies dearie. And it's Molly," she corrected, for the thousandth time.

"No Bill and Fleur?" Fred asked his mum, dotting a kiss on her cheek. She frowned.

"Not today, the baby has colic and they don't want to move around much. Poor thing."

She shepherded you into the kitchen where everyone else was eating already. You were always making Fred late. George pushed Ronald bodily down the table to make room for you, so Fred sat opposite.

"Ghost, my darling, I thought I'd never see you again."

"You saw me yesterday."

"Did I?" he sniffed. "Can't remember that."

"Idiot," Fred said. He started the whole meal time routine of pushing foods onto your plate. George helped.

"Guys, really. I can do it myself."

"Can you?" George asked.

"Only for the 17 years before I met you."

"Key words: before you met us," Fred said, cheerily buttering a bread roll to put on your plate.

The idea of eating anything was making you feel sick again. You crossed your legs under the table. Arthur was chattering away about something to Molly who kept asking him to repeat himself over the din of the scraping plates and Weasley chatter. Percy was reading, a book propped up against a jug of water.

The younger generation were practically screaming about changes made to the Hollyhead Harpies, who Ginny was very passionate about.

You didn't want anything too soggy or mushy looking today. You skirted around the beans and mushrooms on your plate, instead choosing to eat the bread roll with nothing in it. George put two sausages on your plate pointedly.

You were bouncing your leg under the table. You couldn’t help worrying about how much money all this food cost all the time. You were spiraling, you felt sick. What if it was morning sickness? You started panicking about being pregnant, even though you always drank the potion.

You tried to make eye contact with Fred. He would definitely know if you were pregnant.

“What?” he whispered.

You couldn’t actually ask him, that would be crazy.

“What?” he asked again, laughing.

Him being so happy and carefree put you at ease. If anything was wrong, Fred would know.

“Okay?” he mouthed.

“Yes,” you mouthed back.

“What’s the story?” George asked.

“Nothing at all. Where’s Angelina?”

“Breaking my heart somewhere,” he grinned. “Practice, always. She finishes soon though. I think you should try talking to her again when she gets here, Ghost. She wants to be friends. She said you haven’t had a ‘girls night’ in weeks..”

“She said that?” you asked.

“Yes,” George nodded.

You felt warm inside. “Really?” you couldn’t keep the pleased tone from your voice even though you tried,

“Really.”

“Oh, awesome. Okay.”

“Don’t psych yourself out. She likes you. She liked when you were almost friends,” George said.

You were excited and terrified at the same time. You hoped you’d be with Fred for the rest of your life, so it was imperative you got along with his twin’s girlfriend. And if you weren’t with Fred forever (Godric forbid), hopefully George would remain your friend. This was important and too much pressure.

But still, someone wanted to be your friend. Someone who wasn’t the twins. How exciting!

Fred was watching you fondly. “She’ll be fine.”

You and Angelina got on like a house on fire. You decided before she even sat down that you would try hard to be friendly and push through your shyness. It was easier now, with some self-esteem restored through Fred and George’s friendship and Fred’s support and affection. And you felt guilty for almost abandoning your budding friendship.

You especially enjoyed sharing the privy details of the twins’ lives with each other, as the twins were so alike.

“And he doesn’t ever remember to turn the lights off!” Angelina complained. You nodded rapidly.

“Or the heaters on at night.”

Obviously you’d talked to Angelina before, lots of times, you only thought that maybe she spoke to you for George’s sake alone. You weren’t just smiling and nodding, you were really trying - you felt like you could try. That your presence wasn’t a burden she would carry until you left her alone.

When the sun was beginning to make its way down the darkening sky, you walked down to the end of the garden to side-along beaming like an idiot.

"Shall we go somewhere?" Fred asked.

"Like where?" you asked curiously.

"Anywhere! Our lives are the size of the flat at this point."

I kind of like it like that, you thought. He disapparated, throwing you through space in the blink of an eye. You came out in a dark alleyway.

"Freddie, I trust you, but what the fuck," you murmured.

He squeezed your hands together so tightly you felt like his heartbeat and yours were on one circuit, pulling you out into the main street. It was a city town, what city you couldn't begin to guess, bustling with life and bright lights.

"Where shall we go?"

"We don't have any muggle money," you pointed out.

“I have enough for dinner. We'll window shop," he said confidently, leading you into a storefront. The shop was big, full of chairs and mattresses and bed sheets. There was a nice song playing over the speakers, cheery, slow. Fred weaved in and out of the chair's and sofas until you were staring down at the mattresses.

"I wanna lie on it so bad," you admitted.

Fred laughed in relief. "Oh my god I'm so glad you said that. Me too."

You threw yourself face down. Fred went for a backwards approach. You sunk into the mattress almost moaning out at the comfort of it.

"We need one of these," Fred said.

You tossed and turned. "It's too soft."

"Let's goldilocks this bitch," he said. You laughed madly following him to the next mattress.

You pulled the hair out of your mouth. "This one feels okay."

"It's too hard."

You giggled. "We're really goldilocksing it."

"Here," he helped you up, nudging you to the next one.

It was, as you might predict, perfect.

"How's this one?" you asked.

"I would love to tell you it's juuuuust right," he started quietly. You watched his mouth form the words, watched him roll his eyes with the same amount of nauseating love that you always did.

"But," he continued. "Something doesn't feel right."

"It's because we're not touching," you said instantly. You knew it like you knew the sky was blue. Shifting and wiggling, you cuddled close to his side, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Now?"

He brought his arms up to hug you. "Obviously you were right, brilliant girl."

A store attendant cleared their throat from halfway across the room.

"You're such a good friend!" Fred said loudly. "What a nice non-sexual hug we are enjoying in this mattress shop!"

"Fred!" you protested, rolling away from him. The attendant was glaring. Fred stayed stretched out on the mattress and you had to tug him off of it.

"What's your obsession with pushing me out of bed?" he asked from the floor, his lovely hair splayed around him. You realised you must look ghastly from this angle and turned away from him.

"Hey, Y/N! Don't leave me here."

You heard him scramble to his feet, felt his warm hand on your elbow.

"Am I such a bad bedfellow?"

"Grow up, Weasley."

"Weasley!" He stood in front of you. "Is that anyway to address your good non-sexual friend?"

"I thought you were my bedfellow?"

"I can be both!"

"As your girlfriend of 3 months, I'd prefer it if you were my bedfellow."

He wagged his eyebrows suggestively. "Doll, I like you and all, but public isn't my style."

You leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth. He tried to turn his head, kiss your mouth. You pulled away and teased, "Friend's don't kiss on the mouth."

"Our friendship's special, isn't it?"

"Not that special," you said, dragging him down the aisle to look at bedsheets.

"Dollll," he whined.

"Thought public wasn't your style?" You poked through the sheets, feigning indifference.

He caught your moving hands and brought them to his mouth. "No more games," he said, kissing your knuckles. "A truce, if you will."

You grinned. It wasn't often Fred Weasley gave up on a joke. "Ginny told me a long time ago you were whipped for me."

"Oh did she? That's good to know. Great information that I'll definitely file away and not act on later at a time most terrible for her."

"Don't torment your sister, you tyrant. And give me back my hands, I want to choose new sheets."

"These are all too expensive anyways," he said, pulling your hands onto his shoulder. "Kiss me before I cry in the mattress shop."

You went on tip toe to whisper close to his mouth, "Stop saying 'in the mattress shop' at the end of a joke to make it funnier."

"But it works so well."

He kissed you chastely. He may as well have snogged you for the way butterflies started in your stomach.

You moved away.

"The lady's getting so mad."

"She should be. PDA in the mattress shop of all places."

You walked away without checking he was following. You looked through throw blankets and pillows, feeling the luxurious materials under your hands. Fred commented on which ones he thought were tacky. You’d seen the way he dressed before 7th year, but you wouldn’t judge. He held up a blanket with a huge wolf emblazoned across it, laughing before he could even get the words out.

“This in our front room.”

When he said ‘our’, you knew he meant his and George’s. Still, it felt like he meant yours and his.

“No,” you shook your head, “absolutely not under any circumstances. Even-“ you cut him off, his mouth open, about to speak, “if you’re dying and this is the only blanket that would save your life.”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” he said unconvincingly, folding the blanket to put back.

You both wandered out of the store and back onto the street, the sky darker and headlights from cars brighter.

“Look,” Fred said. He pointed to a charity shop three times as wide as the one near your home. To get there you had to cross the busy roads and you did so, screaming at Fred’s sudden sprint. He pulled you by the wrist, laughing at your fright.

You panted. “What’s wrong with you?”

“So many things,” he said, kissing you on the cheek. “Don’t be mad, Ghost. You’ll get frown lines.”

“I will not!” you said, letting him guide you into the charity shop. It was dimmer than the blinding white lights of the mattress shop. There were patrons all over the place, you could hardly count the people in here. Couples and old women and a man who couldn’t be older than you or Fred with a chihuahua in a baby carrier.

“We should get a dog,” Fred said.

“So you can carry it around like a baby?”

Fred set off down the aisle towards the end of the row. “If I wanted to carry something around like a baby, I’d have a baby.”

“By yourself?”

“Yes, Ghost, by myself,” he said sarcastically. You passed rows of clothes and big thick coats.

“Now this is interesting,” he said, pausing at the bric-a-brac. He picked up a little robin statuette, made of coloured glass. “What’s this do?”

“Nothing, I suppose.”

You poked a ziplock bag full of beads. They rattled. Fred sorted through the stuff with more interest than yourself, and it struck you that, as a pureblood, he might not be used to muggle stuff like this. The only charity shops he’d been to had been small, mostly clothes, yourself not long ago. It was fascinating, watching him discover old-fashioned lighters, a bread cutter that had seen better days, a flashlight you had to wind up with your hand.

You let him do his thing, setting your sight on a circle clothes rack laden with dresses of every kind. Slips, shifts, body cons and a-line skirts. You picked at the sequins on a particularly bad mermaid silhouette dress.

Fred came up behind you.

“That’s terrible.”

“This one?” you said, faking a dejected tone. “I quite liked it… you don’t?”

“I was-“ he cleared his throat, “-it was sarcasm, Ghost. It’s lovely.”

“No it isn’t,” you said normally.

The way his face lit up when he realised you’d got one over him was adorable. “Fiendish thing, I was about to pretend I liked that dress for the rest of our lives.”

“Hmm,” you said, pushing dresses across the rack in search of something actually nice enough to wear.

Something caught your eye. It was a satin binding mini dress with a v-neckline. The dress was cut in 3 panels, deep red contrast lines starting at the bottom of the dress and contouring up naturally where your breasts would begin, bisecting the champagne fabric.

It was stunning.

“That’s lovely,” Fred said.

“Very modern,” you said, running the single layer fabric between your fingers. “I don’t think I’d fill it out right.”

“I’m determined to prove you wrong,” he said, looking through his pockets and extracting his wallet. You turned the tag of the dress over and was pleasantly surprised at the price.

The lady at the front counter smiled at you both. “You’re a cute couple.”

Fred put his hand on your shoulder. “We are.”

“Thank you!” you said, accepting the bag from her, beaming.

“Where to now?” you asked Fred, almost tripping down the shop’s ramp and back into the busy street. It was almost dark.

“We spent all our money on your lovely dress,” he said, swinging your hand between you both as you walked.

“So no dinner?”

“We could go somewhere in Diagon Alley?”

“It’s all shut now,” you sighed through your nose.

“We could just go home. I can make pasta! Fettuccine or red pesto or something?”

“Mmm, that sounds nice,” you said.

He stuttered to a stop and you gave pause. “What, Fred?”

He was looking through the windows of a jewellery shop. The display was full of rings and bracelets, necklaces and big fat diamond earrings that sparkled from the streetlights and shop signs. Inside, you could see a couple who didn’t look much older than you with an assistant, showing them rings out of the glass cabinet.

He squeezed your fingers. You squeezed back.

“Come on, Ghost, let’s go home. It’s too cold.”

“Gonna drag me down a dark alleyway again?”

He dragged you down the dark alleyway. You disapparated to just outside the shop again. It was quiet down Diagon Alley, the silence broken only by the shop’s moving arm chugging up and back down.

You let him unlock the door, thinking your fingers might be too cold to turn the key. You left behind the alley, the shop floor like you’d left it the night before, the stairs to the flat. You kicked off your shoes at the entrance.

“George?” Fred called into the flat.

He didn’t call back. He was likely at Angelina’s for the night, where he spent most weekends. It was weird as you got older, when you first met the twins they were always side by side, always planning. Even a weekend away from each other felt alien.

Fred pulled his scarf and coat off. You didn’t bother, still cold. Fred wrangled them off you while you protested, edging away from him.

“I’m cold, Fred.”

He was laughing, peppering kisses all over your face as you tried to fight his thieving hands. He put your coat up next to his and pulled you into a hug.

“I’ll warm you up in no time.”

“This isn’t working,” you said, lips smushed against his chest.

“No?” Quick as a flash, he’d pulled his shirt over your head. You wrapped your arms around his naked back. He peered down his neckline at you.

“Cosy?”

“Super cosy.”

He walked you backwards to the kitchen and you laughed all the way, almost falling backwards on the slippery kitchen floor.

“I can’t cook with you in there,” he said.

You kissed his chest. “Too bad, heartthrob,” you said, then extracted yourself anyway.

He smoothed down your ruffled hair and turned away to start cooking dinner. You tried your best to help him, ultimately getting in the way more than anything. He put you on stirring duty.

It was in moments like this that you thought back to Hogwarts and how, if it weren’t for Fred and George’s inherent and abundant kindness, you would probably be spending every evening alone or with your mother. You might be dead.

That was a scary thought to have. Scarier still to watch your boyfriend chopping vegetables and think, Godric, there was a chance I never would’ve watched him cutting vegetables. And it wasn't special or intimate or anything like that, but it broke your heart. You wondered if that’s how it felt for Fred when he found out you were hurting yourself, if he’d looked at you in the shower dripping wet and thought, I might never have seen her do this at all.

There were so many things you would’ve missed out on and still so many more. Had the ghost of you wasted away in that castle a thousand miles away, you never would’ve gone to that perfumed smelling charity shop and had your boyfriend buy you a dress. You never would’ve lived a life surrounded by people who loved you and wanted you to show up for family breakfast every single Saturday and saved you a plate. You never would’ve understood how sex with somebody doesn’t have to be just sex, that it could be beautiful and silly and you could laugh the whole while and not ruin the mood.

All your life you’d felt as though something was missing - was there a reason you couldn’t find people who understood you? Were you the wrong shape, the wrong size? What about your face, was it the wrong face? Your body?

Worse, was it your personality? Your humour, your interests? You’d tried so hard to be someone people could love, erasing and erasing the parts of you that made you you until there was nothing left. Or almost nothing.

Until two brilliant boys saw something in you that you thought you’d rubbed out a long time ago. Until they never gave up on you, never pressured change, never thought an ‘I love you’ would fix every wrong part of you.

Fred had given you so many chances and so much forgiveness that it made you sick. Did that make him your god, the fact that from everybody on this whole planet, it was him that you would seek an absolution now?

Because whatever you did in this miserable and exhaustingly happy life, it would be for Fred now. You couldn’t live for yourself, you hadn’t, but you would for Fred. You promised yourself that.

And whatever was missing from inside you, Fred didn’t care. Or maybe he cared so much it got all filled up.

“Fred?” you asked.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

You didn’t bother forcing a moment, didn’t bother to stop stirring the soup. Saying it didn’t make it more true than it had been for hours, for days, for weeks and months. From the night you slept in his bed at Christmas or the day he gave you the necklace or the afternoon he and George realised you’d been standing behind them all along, that you’d heard every word they’d been saying.

You were dirty and tired and full of cuts and welts from scratching and your hair didn’t ever look perfect, your clothes weren’t anything to write home about. You didn’t have an award-winning smile, you couldn’t model with your body.

None of it mattered. You might not be special to the world, but you were special to Fred Weasley.

Fred felt a bit more passionately about your declaration than you thought he would, immediately abandoning the cutting board, turning off the heat.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“I know you do,” you said. You weren’t arrogant. You just knew.

“I was going to say it first,” he said, sliding his hand down your forearm. You gripped his back, like a pact.

“You already did, Freddie. A million times before.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “I love you. I’ll find a million different ways to tell you.”

And that was that - a million different ways, he said? Then you would find a trillion. You stepped on his toes and he stepped on yours, laughing when you pulled back only to try again, till you were almost shrieking at his offense.

“Think about how many siblings I have and then reevaluate why what you just tried was stupid,” he suggested.

You turned the heat back on under the saucepan, smiling even though your toes hurt.

Fred finished chopping up the ingredients and soon a delicious smelling sauce was cooking away on the stovetop. You sneaked spoonfuls of sauce when he wasn’t looking, though a tell-tale trail of green around your mouth gave you away.

He batted your hands away from the saucepan and told you to set the table, which was extremely funny to you because setting the table in the twins’ flat consisted of two coasters and two forks on either side of the table. Fred finished cooking the pasta and added it to the sauce, blinking away the hot steam that drifted into his face. He levitated the bowls onto the table in a display of skill that served to remind you just how smart and skilled he was. He didn’t spill a drop.

He pushed his place setting over to be next to yours, uninterested in a romantic candlelit dinner. His thigh brushed up against yours every time he moved, his elbow against yours when he took a mouthful. The elation of being loved so deeply you knew it like you knew there to be blood in your veins made it so that you didn’t think, not once, about being sick or giving up.

Plus, what better way to say you loved someone than to eat a plate of their food and compliment it? You took a moment between mouthfuls to press your fingers to his arm, giving in to the urge to always be close to him if only for a second. He tilted his head and neck so that his cheek covered your hand.

“How is it, doll?” he asked, sipping at the large glass of water you’d poured for him.

“It’s nice,” you said. “Would've been nicer if it were spaghetti.”

“Not funny, at all,” he said. The smile colouring his voice said otherwise. How funny to think it had been almost two months since that night where you’d eaten pasta and heard that horrible man complain about spaghetti.

It felt surreal and not. It was your life, it was a lot of things. You’d given up on the perfect girlfriend facade and the urge to punish yourself for little things had slowly fallen away, never completely, but enough to live your life. You’d done that for Fred and everyone who cared about you, including yourself.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it tonight - how you were sickened by gratefulness. It wouldn’t stop rushing through your head. You let Fred finish his meal, let him pull you down into the sofa with the TV, channel surfing. You let him make silly jokes and poke your ribs with the remote and still couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Fred.”

“What?”

“When I said I love you, I meant to say thank you. Or maybe I meant both. I do love you, and I love you separate from the thank you, but I didn’t actually say thank you. So thank you.”

He listened so compassionately it made you glad you’d spoken up about it.

“I guess I have some thank-you’s to give you as well. Thank you for every word you’ve said to me when you felt like you couldn’t talk. Thank you for those months where you were alone in Hogwarts. Thank you for trying so hard,” -he played with your fingers in his hands- “I know you did a lot of stuff just because I asked you to.”

“I did.”

He hummed. “You make it easy to love you.”

It was so far from how you perceived yourself and your actions it stopped you. You laughed, “Fred, I’m lots of things, but…”

“You’re more than easy to love. I swear I loved you before I knew you, because where else would it all have come from? There’s so much of it.”

“You’re getting sappy now,” you said ironically.

“Accept my sap, you sap. Or don’t be so you and I’ll find a way to overcome this.”

“I don’t want you to overcome this.”

“As if I could.”

You kissed his stubbley jaw. “Wanna try on my new dress?”

“Gosh, don’t I just wish I could. You’ll have to wear it instead, doll,” he said, voice dripping in ire.

You pulled out of his grasp to go find the dress. It was folded nicely in the bag and it hadn't been too long to crease. You stripped out of the clothes you'd been wearing to your underwear and bra and wrestled with the dress. It was a tight fit, though shapely. You couldn't reach the zipper between your shoulder blades and your bra straps ruined the whole thing, you decided, pulling it off.

"Fred," you called into the flat. "Can you come help me, please?"

"What?" he asked, appearing in the threshold of his bedroom. His eyes softened at the sight of you. "Oh, Ghost, don't you just look like something else."

You twirled, finishing with your back to him. "Zip me up please."

He did so. You had shivers at the proximity, leaning so that your hair wasn't in his way. He steadied the fabric at the small of your back and zipped you up so that the fabric was now tight to your breasts.

"Tada."

You turned to face him again. "How do I look?"

"Divine, my darling," he drawled dramatically. "Stand upon the bed so I might appraise you further, my dearest beloved."

You entertained this command, climbing onto his wobbly bed, feeling your sock-clad feet sink into the mattress. He walked back and forth the room.

"Simply divine," he said again, rubbing his forehead. "Godric, I must alert the press."

"Okay," you said, moving to hop down. "That's enough of that, Shakespeare."

He met you at the edge, looking up into your face with his hands on your waist. "Shakespeare was the playwright, not the actor."

"Let me down, contrarian bastard. Who even told you about Shakespeare?”

"Bastard! I might just tell your mother about that one."

He spun around, presenting his back to you. "Climb aboard, madam."

"What? Fred, I'm too heavy."

"Shut up."

You curled your hands around his neck. "You're so rude sometimes and I don't think you notice."

He reached his hands back to hook your calves into place. "Whatever you say. Are we ready to go?"

You sighed into his hair. "I regret this and we haven't even moved."

He straightened out. You felt his every step in your whole body, jostling you so that the dress was hiking higher and higher up your back. You feared your underwear were on public display and attempted to loosen one hand to fix it. You almost fell off.

"Hold on tightly!" he demanded. You'd done a lap of his room and were now off out into the rest of the flat. It was kind of fun. You pecked the top of his ear peeking through his hair, grinning to yourself.

He ruined the moment by taking off into an all out sprint. You knew if there were cameras pointed at you both that neither of you would've looked particularly attractive, Fred's face screwed up in concentration so that he didn't drop you and your own contorted in abject fear.

"What is your obsession with carrying me around like a sack of potatoes?" you shouted.

"You're a gorgeous little sack of potatoes!"

"Put me down!" He didn't, of course, charting a course around the sofa to almost slip on the rug. You wailed. "Weaselbee! Put me down or I want a divorce."

He stopped at the bathroom door, turning his neck to look at you. You adjusted so you were hovering over his shoulder, face to face.

"You can't divorce me, we haven't married yet,” Fred said.

"It's a preemptive divorce. And I want half of everything."

"I always knew you were a gold digger."

"Get a prenuptial if it bothers you so much."

"You can't get a prenup if you're already married."

"You just said we weren't!"

He leaned down to let you slide from his back. You breathed harshly, grateful for your feet to be back on solid ground. The dress was a little rumpled.

"Did I? I don't remember."

"That's definitely early onset-dementia."

Fred gasped. "You can't joke about that!"

"Apologies. So, do you seriously like the dress?"

Fred smirked at you. "You look brilliant. I have amazing taste."

"You should buy all my dresses from now on."

"I wasn't talking about the dress."

"As seductive as that is, I literally asked you specifically about the dress. For a smart guy, you lack basic comprehension."

"My 'bondrelenshun' is just fine, thanks."

You laughed at his joke, smiling beatifically.

He simpered. "Godric, you're lovely. Do a spin again."

You did as he asked. The delicate edge of the dress flared out like a tulip's petal, waved and soft on your thighs.

“Worth every penny,” he said, sidling forward.

He used the full length of his hand to steer your face up. You straightened your back, giving yourself the height you needed to kiss him.

Your stomach was aflame. Shyly, you brought your hand up to his waist, almost standing on tip-toes to kiss him back. Where your hand touched him you could feel the heat leaking through his shirt into your palm. He leaned down further so that you could go flat on your heels again, deepening the kiss. You felt yourself drift backwards to lean against the bathroom doorway.

The saying ‘give an inch and they’ll take a mile’ was astute in this situation. Fred took your retreat as an invitation, which it was, to crowd you, second hand travelling up your arm to your neck. He slid his finger under one of the spaghetti straps of your dress and pulled on it gently.

He slid it to one side. The dress fell down an inch. You laughed into his mouth.

Fred was trying to seduce you. Whether it was working or not was another thing. You were susceptible if nothing else, letting him move you about every which way till you were leaning on the bathroom threshold, trying to reach up on your toes to kiss him back.

He grinned to himself, hunching down so you wouldn’t have to go to all that trouble. He led one way and you followed with your mouth, eager and attentive to the subtleties in his movements. He tried his luck, fiddling with the strap on your dress. You laughed in glee, pushing the other strap down so that the fabric was held up by the peak of your breasts and nothing more.

You tried to reach back for the zip. “Don’t,” Fred implored you. “It’s such a nice dress. Don’t take it off.”

“You wanna fuck me in my dress? Fred, you romantic.”

“You’re so lewd,” he said, pulling you up against his chest. You kissed his neck once, twice.

“Yes, I want to fuck you in your dress,” he admitted.

“Magic words?”

“Please?”

You smiled all evil, eyes full of happiness. “I like it when you say please.”

“I’m not fucking you in our bathroom,” he said instead of replying, pulling you by the hand to his bedroom. Or, he could say, your bedroom. It smelled more like you than it did of him. You had a pile of clothes on his desk chair, your earrings were all over his desk and your dirty socks were at the bottom of his bed.

You sat on his bed and shuffled backwards against the headboard. Fred followed, laying you out flat so he could hover over you and put kisses wherever he felt you needed them. He brushed his thumb over the healed cuts on your leg and kissed your chest, straight down the middle of you till he was kissing the space between your cunt and your bellybutton through fabric.

You pulled it up. He would’ve laughed at your eagerness had he not experienced you like this before. He kissed the freshly exposed skin, nipping lightly to bask in your tremors.

“We never put music on when we do this,” you commented, your feet moving back and forth restlessly.

“What a weird way to say you’re bored,” Fred said, deadpan, resting the side of his face against your abdomen. He could hear your stomach making sounds.

You carded your hand through his hair. He rolled in the pleasure of such simple contact, tempted to sleep right there on your stomach.

“It’s funny listening to you breath,” you said. “I think, if you died, I could pretend to be you through your breathing alone.”

“Again, weird way to say that.”

“You’re impossible,” you said, pushing his face off your stomach. Fred frowned. Damned girl. He could almost predict the trick you were about to play.

You pushed him flat on his back and climbed atop him, planting yourself directly over his crotch. He felt his entire body heat up. You pushed your gentle hands flat-palmed up the length of his stomach, his shirt bunching up at the armpits, to plant your own row of kisses down his torso.

You shuffled backwards. Fred groaned, dropping his head back on the bed. You laughed at him knowingly, purposefully gracing the bulge forming in his trousers with the side of your hand with the pretense that you were adjusting yourself to plant kisses at the skin above his waistband.

Your face was much too pleased. Fred felt at once that you were about to do something evil, and he couldn't help from balling his hands into fists. Your cheek never left the skin of his stomach as you kissed him, even as you began unzipping his trousers.

You took the whole of him in your hand, face resting on his stomach, to pump lazily, sluggish movements that slowly took his semi to a full erection. Fred hardly minded if you took your time; you had all the time in the world.

When he was finally hard you inched forward, kissing a line until your lips were against the base of his shaft, the side, the tip. You licked the bead of precum that was forming and took the tip of him into your mouth.

He shuddered. You were so incredibly careful with him that he felt at once privileged and insane. Where you couldn't fit him in your mouth you jerked his dick. Where you could, you were a dream, licking and swallowing around him so that he found himself a whimpering, pathetic mess of a man. He weaved his fingers into your hair, pulling you back.

You whined, moving forward again. You took a deep breath, making valiant attempts to fit his length to the back of your mouth. Fred wasn't eager for this, afraid of making you gag.

"Enough, Ghost."

"C'mon," you pleaded. "Let me. Think how cute it will be when you cum in my mouth."

"Ghost," he said, voice an octave higher than usual.

You pouted but pulled your mouth away, using his abdomen as a cushion again while you pumped, rubbing your thumb over the tip of his head with the other hand at the base.

"Come use your mouth up here instead," he begged, weary of his oncoming climax. If you managed to undo him before you fucked it might take longer than either of you wanted for him to be ready again.

You crawled back up his chest, rubbing your clothed cunt against his aching dick. He pulled you down, grimacing at the accidental force of it, to kiss you again, opening your mouth up with his. When you pulled back a string of spit connected your lips.

You wrinkled your nose. "Grim," you said. Fred just laughed.

He pulled your underwear aside, feeling along your slit with his fingers. He retracted his hand, spit, pushed it back between your legs. He rubbed your entrance, smiling to himself at the way your eyes drifted closed.

He pushed his fingers inside in a long, dragging motion, curling them up into your walls. You shuddered, collapsing against him.

He always tried to be his most gentle at this part to put you at ease. You went boneless under his touch, keening when he spread his fingers inside you, soon relaxing in response to his ministrations.

"Alright," Fred said, dragging slick out of you when he pulled his fingers free. You sighed, annoyed even if you wouldn't say. "Lie down."

You extracted a perfect leg from his side to lie by his side. He quickly climbed to his knees to maneuver you into a terribly erotic position. He knew that this image of you would litter his thoughts for a long, long time. You looked at him with all the adoration he could ever wish for.

"Are you ready?" he asked from the space between your knees.

"Go slow?" you asked, outstretching your hands towards him.

"Anyway you want it, sweetness."

Your dress was all pushed up over your stomach. He positioned himself at your entrance, taking a tiny shallow thrust before reaching to hold your open hands.

He stayed kneeling, using his hips to thrust into you. You tightened your hands on his, white-knuckled. He was pleased, perhaps more than any man should be, at your reaction, your happy little whimper at the stretch.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yep," you replied shortly, going back to making little sounds that made him feel like he might cum then and there.

You were extremely reactive, every thrust pulling a sound from you. He knew it made you embarrassed to be so loud, but it wouldn't stop him from trying his very best to ease them out of you. He was only a man, after all, and you looked so good, flushed and shy.

Fred had almost pushed his entire length in you when you closed your eyes. "Ghost," he cooed. "Won't you open your eyes?"

You shook your head.

"How else will you see how cute you looked all fucked open?"

Your full-body was wracked with shakes. "You can look for both of us."

He used where you were connected by hands to pull you down onto his entire length, bottoming out. He felt you constrict around him, the feeling sending heat deep into his stomach. Your eyes opened reluctantly, raising your head to look at where your bodies were connected.

He stayed seated deeply inside you, moving his hips up and down. You were biting your cheeks hard to keep from making sounds. Fred stole one of his hands back to press down on your abdomen. You cried out, trying to push his hand away.

"You felt that, Ghost?"

"You're evil."

"You didn't like it?"

"I don't want to play this game with you," you lied. You'd made it clear several times you really liked playing this game.

"If you didn't like it…" He pulled out.

"Fred."

"Y/N."

You sighed, your hips moving down to compensate for the loss. "I liked it," you admitted.

Fred pushed back in.

"But you already knew that," you said breathlessly.

He did.

He pushed his hand back down on your stomach the way you wanted him to and used it as leverage to thrust into where he thought you liked most. You gave up on being quiet, grip startlingly tight on his wrist.

He was constantly trying to assess what you were feeling during sex. It had been a big concern of his at the start of the relationship that you might do anything he asked you to without actually thinking about it if you wanted to do it, so he asked a lot of questions for his own peace of mind.

You seemed to be enjoying yourself, but verbal confirmation never hurt.

"How's that?" he asked, pushing his thumb into the soft flesh of your clit to draw stars. "Okay?"

You lifted your leg up, knee wobbling every time he drove into the hilt. "Yeah."

"Yeah? Feel good?"

"Feels good," you confirmed, voice clouded with pleasure. Fred held your leg up to take some of the effort from you. Now with both hands free you played with your breasts through your dress, the hard buds of your nipples. Fred was never a painter but he swore you were a work of art. He would've learned to draw, trained his hands until his fingers bled if he thought he could ever make something that captured the essence of you.

You'd never had a high threshold when it came to your climax, the sensitive skin of your clit may as well been an instant on button, especially as Fred refused to pace himself like you would've yourself, rubbing the sweet little bud until every inhale was a gasp. The leg he held closed instinctively, almost knocking his hand away.

You came in fits and starts. He cherished the way your chest lifted from the sheets, how you couldn't seem to draw breath, and the illicit moan that you failed to cover up with your hand.

He pulled out, weary of your shaking legs because of how rough he'd been with you. You protested weakly.

"You didn't cum," you pouted.

Fred palmed himself using your wetness as lube, grinning.

"You did," he said smugly.

You sat up, pushing your hands between your legs so you didn't fall straight flat again. "Can I?" you asked, eyes on his dick. He fell back on the bed, knees aching.

"You don't have to ask me," he said. He was more than happy for you to continue what you'd started earlier.

You shuffled forward, dress falling back down to cover you up. A loss, in his eyes. You arranged yourself to lie on your stomach, elevated by your elbows. You stuck your pink tongue out to lick the underside of his dick.

You'd only done oral a handful of times. Your first time, weeks ago, nervous and excited and adorably eager, you'd bitten him only twice and apologised so profusely he couldn't find it in himself to mind.

You'd made some strides since then, in Fred's humble opinion.

He gathered your hair out of your face to hold in one hand, the other rubbing the tightness out of your shoulders. You hummed gratefully, the sound causing him to twitch and buck into your mouth.

You giggled madly and did it again.

Fred groaned, pushing himself into your mouth gently so as to allow you time for adjusting. You didn't care for it, bobbing up and down with little regard for your comfort, though you were careful of your teeth.

You pulled all the way back to give special treatment to his head, slurping the dribble that worked its way down his shaft. He pulled you away from his shaft when he knew he was close, letting you pump with increasing speed until he'd spurted white down your fingers, down your arm.

You licked your hand clean. Fred resisted the urge to propose marriage, lest anyone else ever see do such a thing.

"Don't look at me like that," you said. "I didn't do anything."

"You know what you did," he said, helping you up from your stomach. You kneeled on the bed across from him, both your knees interlocking. You leaked a mess all over his sheets with little regard, taking his hand in yours to pepper kisses up his forearm.

"I love you, Freddie," you said.

Fred felt as though he could cry. He pulled you up, you protesting as your naked cunt slid up the fabric covering his thigh, leaving a wet mark.

"I love you too," he said, hoping to convey the tenderness he felt in his hands, pushing your hair out of your face to kiss your hairline.

You rocked against his thigh.

"You'll kill me," Fred said, sighing in defeat. He would let you.

Lee Jordan's birthday party was maybe the first outing that you and Fred had reason to attend as a couple, and it worried you sick.

You didn't know what to wear, or how to do your hair. Would Fred be disappointed if you looked bad? Would it embarrass him? What if he took your dressing up nice as a ploy to get the attention of other people?

You stressed out in your bedroom. Fred lounged on your bed, flicking through a scrapbook from your childhood.

"You were not a happy child," he said softly.

"No, I was miserable. All I wanted to do was sit in people's laps and read."

You shrugged off the dress you were wearing to try on another. Fred flipped a page.

"What's wrong with the one we bought last week?" Fred asked again.

"You know exactly what's wrong with it, Fred Weasley."

"We'll get you a brooch."

You peeled off the next dress and chucked it at him. He caught it effortlessly.

You tried on the next one. They were all too short or out of fashion, this one was long enough to cover everything important, except the scars on your leg. This didn't truly matter, but still. Fred Weasley would not have a fuck up for a girlfriend, you told yourself. You'd wear something sweet and you'd talk to all his friends, even if they all already knew the mess that you were in school.

You sank down onto your knees, peering into your wardrobe. Godric, was it you, or was it getting hard to breathe in here? You picked uselessly at the skin of your hip, wondering why even though you felt fine, this was a small setback, you felt like you could shut down. Why couldn’t you get past this? Why were you always that stupid young girl who covered her ears and stopped speaking when the smallest of things didn’t go right?

Fred sat down beside you, crossing his legs.

“We don’t have to go,” he said.

“Yes, we do.”

“Not if it’s going to upset you.”

You smiled at him. “I’m not upset. I just wanted to lie down.”

“Then lie down,” he prompted. “Your own personal pillow right here.”

You put your face in his lap. He set upon your hair instinctively, pulling threads of it from your face to tuck behind your ears. “What’s wrong with this one?”

“It doesn’t cover my leg.”

“It doesn’t have to, doll. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Plus, you have beautiful legs.”

You wriggled your face into the meat of his thigh. “I’m not sure I want people to know.”

He nodded. “Tights? You could wear pyjamas if you liked.”

“I want to look nice. I want people to know I’m different now.”

Fred brought his arms around you in a hug. “Ghost, you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. The only person whose opinion should matter to you is your own.”

“Your opinion matters to me.”

“Yeah, ditto babe. So let’s worry about ourselves and fuck everybody else, okay?”

“I’d prefer if we only fucked each other, also.”

He tickled the back of your neck. “Don’t be difficult, Y/L/N.”

You were reluctant to move from his lap, though your knees hurt and your make up was probably getting smudged against his trousers. He didn’t seem eager to move either, fingernails finding pathways through your hair to trace your scalp. You shuddered, shying away from his touch.

“My shy girl,” he murmured. “Wear what you want. If anyone so much as looks at you funny, I’ll take care of it.”

You went to tease him, say something saractasic, like, oh, Fred, my bad boy. But it was so nice, so sickeningly lovely, to have somebody say that to you and knew they meant it that all that came out was hot air.

You knew he’d let you lie there in his lap and forget the party even though he wanted to go. You reluctantly left the warmth of his lap to scrounge up a pair of tights to wear. It was an undignified performance to put tights on in front of somebody else, though Fred watched as though you were performing a magic trick. The dress you were wearing was dark, slate grey. You skipped your feet into your tall shoes, marveling at how tall they made you whilst standing next to Fred.

You lead him down the stairs and out through the front door. “Bye, Mrs Y/L/N!” Fred called out.

“Oh, bye darlings! Be safe!”

“Yep, see you!” you called back, closing the door behind you both.

You shivered all the way down past the wards. Fred held his hand out. You accepted, letting him side-along you to the path outside Lee Jordan’s flat.

He’d been traveling for a few months with work, and was now home for at least a little while, Fred had told you. Fred was more than excited to see his friend from school, the happiness basically rolling off of him in waves.

Fred and his friends had always been popular, a fact you conveniently forgot. You felt wickedly special that out of all the girls in your year, Fred had somehow needed your with you. You didn’t have to knock, the door flung open, lights and music streaming out of the door.

“His neighbours can’t be very happy,” you mumbled, feeling yourself drift closer to Fred’s side in reaction to the sheer amount of people. Most you recognized.

“What was that, doll?”

You shook your head, it didn’t matter. Lee Jordan was surrounded by people, George close to his side. Fred cheered. “Lee!”

They engaged in a friendly bro hug, patting each other on the back. You watched them celebrate, smiling.

“You know my girlfriend, Y/N,” Fred said, pulling back to wrap his arm around your shoulder.

“Y/N! Girlfriend now? That means he can be my best friend again, right?” he asked, laughing in goodnature.

“Happy birthday,” you said, shifting from foot to foot.

“Thank you, thank you! I’ll be drinking soup from a straw soon enough.”

They descended into a conversation you couldn’t quite edge into. It was always the same when it came to the twins and Lee Jordan, had been that way at school. When they talked it was a dance you didn’t know. Lee ushered Fred into having a drink. When he offered you something to drink you accepted, even though you weren’t keen.

You caught George’s eye. “Angie’s in the kitchen with Alicia, if you want to go see her! It’s a bit quieter in there.”

“Yeah? She won’t mind?”

“No! She asked me if you’d be here tonight, she wants to see you!”

You blushed. “Okay, I’ll go look.” You were both speaking quite loudly to be heard over the music, the vibrations so strong you could feel it in your chest.

His flat wasn’t large enough to get lost. You wandered into the kitchen, feeling nervous, to find Angelina and a group of Gryffindor girls you knew via association. You took a large gulp of your drink in preparation.

“Hi, Angelina.”

“Hey! Guys, this is Y/N, you remember. She’s Fred’s girlfriend.”

“Wow,” Alicia said. “That makes you and Angie, like, sisters-in-law.”

Angelina shifted where she was leaning on the countertop to make room for you. You put your cup down behind you and leaned back too, feeling the sound of your heart in your ears.

A girl you didn’t know the name of but remembered as being nice enough smiled at you. “Fred Weasley, huh. How do you deal with all that? I’d be looking over my shoulder waiting to be pranked at every corner.”

You smiled at her in understanding. “Fred never plays games on me.”

The group of girls couldn’t believe it. “What, never?”

“No,” you smiled nervously. Was he supposed to?

“That’s so cute,” Alicia said.

“I’m jealous,” Angelina said. “George won’t leave me alone. He charmed my hairbrush to turn into a rubber rat when I picked it up this morning. I screamed bloody murder.”

Your stomach turned. “Is it a bad thing?” you asked, insecure.

“No! It’s adorable,” one girl jumped to say.

“Plus, he’s probably a bit worried you’ll get freaked out,” one girl said. You knew her face but not her name. The girl next to her elbowed her in the side.

“What? She’s-“ her friend stomped on her foot. She looked appropriately scolded.

Somebody coughed.

“Have you seen Lee’s cake?” Angelina asked you. You downed the rest of your drink before answering.

“No, is it cool?”

“I think it’s one of those trick cakes,” Alicia said, mixing her drink with a straw. “Like, somethings gonna jump out of it. Refill?” she asked you.

“Yes, I think so.”

She grabbed your arm, tugging you over to the table of drinks in the living room part of the flat. It was so crowded you couldn’t see Fred anymore.

“I’m Alicia,” she said, ditching her cup for a fresh one. “You already know that, but I thought I’d introduce myself properly.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know.” She laughed to herself, pouring a shot's worth of something into your cup and her own. She topped them both off with lemonade and ice. “Ignore Melissa, she’s just jealous. You and Angie made away with the cutest guys here.”

You laughed abruptly. “I didn’t really notice.”

“Fred’s a nice guy. Plus, I hope it’s okay to say, you seem heaps happier now than you did in school.”

“I - I am,” you stuttered. “I’m much happier.”

She nodded, bringing her drink to her lips. “That’s great! School isn’t for everyone, you know?”

You took a convenient sip of your own, unsure of what to say. Somebody pushed past you, almost sending your drink all over the place. There was a gaggle of boys laughing so loudly they may as well have been standing right next to you.

“When did you and Fred get together?” she asked.

“About 3 months ago.”

“Really? I thought you were dating in school.”

“No, just friends.”

“I wish I had a friend like,” she laughed, eyes following somebody across the room. “Ew, who let Cronus in?”

You felt your entire heart drop into your stomach. Cronus, as in Jonathan, your ex-boyfriend? Alicia pointed through the crowd, and sure enough, Jonathan was laughing with a group of girls, his head tilted back.

“You don’t like him?” you asked. Everyone liked Jonathan.

She shook her head. “He gives me such smarmy feelings.” Her hand dropped.

You hugged your arms tight across your chest. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him in person - he was the year above in school, had left before you even made friends again. The version of you that knew Jonathan didn’t exist anymore.

As though he could feel your eyes on him, he looked up. A smile warped his face. You looked down at your chest, heart pounding. You should go find Fred, or George.

And ruin their night? Right. You let yourself have a stressed moment of panic. It wasn’t as though he’d approach you.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, a deer in headlights. He was barely taller than you and somehow still managed to look down his nose at you. You felt yourself slip into a version of you that didn’t exist anymore, smaller and neater.

“Cronus,” Alicia said.

Jonathan smiled like something was hilarious. “You look great. And you too, Spinnet.”

“Thanks,” you muttered.

He was entirely too close. You shrank into yourself, covering your chest tightly.

“New style?”

“Yes,” you answered, almost automatic.

“It suits you. Couldn’t play mouse forever, I suppose.”

You faltered. “People change.”

“No, they don’t. Say, Alicia, could I have a moment alone here?”

“You’re alright,” Alicia said, planting her feet. “I think I’ll stay.”

His lip curled. He smoothed it all down, falling back into his friendly facade. “Come on, Spins. Me and Y/N were a thing before, you know? Let us get reacquainted.”

“Alicia, stay,” you said, trying your best to stare him right in the face. “Please.”

He put his hand to his chest, looking so sincerely offended you almost believed him. “Y/N, have I done something? I thought we ended on good terms.”

“We ended just fine. I don’t want to be reacquainted, is all.”

“I see.” His eyes darkened. He was annoyed now, his sense of justice taking over. You’d been rude to him. Jonathan couldn’t stand rudeness. “You know, I liked you better when you didn’t talk so much.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Fred had to shout to be heard over the din of the room. The people closest to you stilled. You felt yourself relax at his arrival, though his tone of voice sent shivers down your back. He was straight backed, Lee Jordan by his side, watching with as much surprise as you imagined you held in your own expression.

Jonathan turned to him, eyebrows quirked. “Weasley.”

“What did you just say to her?”

Jonathan rolled his eyes. “I said I liked it better when she didn’t talk. You know, she’s a rude thing.”

Lee Jordan clapped Fred on the shoulder. “A misunderstanding, Freddie, I’m sure.”

“She’s hardly rude,” Alicia denied, putting her drink down with enough force to have it sloshing over the edge. “Learn to take rejection with grace, Cronus.”

“Are you guys making a joke? I asked little mouse how she was, she responded with rudeness. I hardly see how I’m out of order.”

“I highly doubt that,” Fred said. “Maybe you’re just a tosser.”

Jonathan held his hands up, a picture of innocence. He looked between you and Fred, eyes calculating the space between you, how you’d moved closer to him without thinking. His eyes narrowed.

“I see. Weasley knows you well, I’d say, from the strength of his reaction. Very well. He know your dirty little secret?” he asked, grinning, hand drifting to his thigh.

“Some men can see past it, Jon. Don’t jump ship at the first sign of difficulty,” you said, fists balled.

He smirked. “More fool him. God knows the only reason I stuck around. You’re so quiet, but you have some volume in bed, don’t you sweetheart?” he said this quietly, smugly.

It was a blur of movement. Fred struck Jonathan so fast and so hard he was on the ground before you realised he was going to do anything at all. You found yourself clambering backward in surprise, almost pushing down the whole drinks table behind you. Fred wrung his fist, throwing his fingers out, hissing.

“You say something like that about my girl again, I’ll kill you,” Fred said, much too cool.

Jonathan sprung to his feet, incensed, quicker than you thought he’d be able to. His cheek was already red and purple. He sniffed, pulling his wand from his sleeve. You took yours from your own pocket and pointed it at him. Multiple people did the same.

“Oh, do us all a favor and fuck off home,” Lee Jordan said. “Take it like a man, I beg.”

“Yeah, fuck this,” Jonathan said. He pushed a path through the crowd, almost toppling over some poor dyed nearest the door.

“And you can get back to your party,” George called. Tens of pairs of eyes turned away guiltily.

Alicia rubbed a hand up your shoulder blade. “Are you okay? Godric, what an arsehole.”

“Y/N?” Fred moved to your side. The way he said your name had tears forming in your eyes. You willed them away, smiling, your lips wobbling.

Alicia patted your shoulder, “I’ll leave you to it. I’m in the kitchen if you need me.”

“Thank you, Lis,” Fred said.

He seemed hesitant to touch you. You felt a mixture of shame and guilt, holding your hand out towards his. He let you take it, let you assess his bruising knuckles.

“Are you okay?” you asked him.

He sighed. There was anger in his frame, which you were completely used to. “I’m embarrassed. Are you okay?”

You brushed the pad of your thumb over his knuckles. “I feel like I’m gonna fall over.”

“Okay, okay,” he pushed his arm under your shoulder, leading you down the hallway and into the bathroom. He left the door open, shut the lid of the toilet and encouraged you to sit down.

You knew you should talk to him, it was important, but you just couldn't open your mouth. You wrung your hands out.

Fred squatted in the space in front of you.

"Okay?"

You couldn't speak. You met his eyes and couldn't choose one, moving back and forth and back again. He caught your forearm in one hand, pushing your hand to his chest like he desired the closeness.

"Doll, what can I do?"

You shook your head. Your throat was dry. "It's okay," you said.

"Is it?" he asked.

"Did you hurt yourself?" you asked, eyes drifting to his other hand. His bruised hand.

"It could be worse."

You could hear yourself breathing. Slightly too fast, too loud.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," he said.

You took him in. Crouched down in front of you, looking up into your face, concern lining the corners of each feature. His freckles were stark in the bright bathroom lights.

You wanted to say, no, Freddie. You've never scared me once. But you weren't sure that was the right thing.

He brought his ruined hand up to grasp your other forearm, your wrists, grip gentle and firm to press both of your hands to his chest. He spread your fingers over his heart and started counting, so quietly it could've been confused for the buzzing lights.

You exhaled raggedly. "I wasn't scared."

"No?" he asked, covering your hands with his.

Your fingers tightened in the fabric of his shirt. "No."

You counted to yourself until you felt like you could speak properly again. You remembered, suddenly, where you were. What you were doing.

You could see Jonathan hitting the floor again. Could see Fred, steely-eyed, could hear his voice. My girl.

"Sorry," you said.

"Don't be. My fault."

"You always say that."

"It's always true."

"Thank you for defending me. He surprised me."

"I didn't know he'd be here, I swear."

"I didn't think you did," you said. "Want me to fix your hand?"

He shook his head. "If I'm gonna hit someone, I should probably deal with the consequences."

“The consequences…” you brought his bruised hand to your mouth and kissed it.

“This is positive reinforcement,” he said, though he didn’t pull away.

“He only said that for a reaction. I’m not even loud in bed.”

Fred said nothing, looking vaguely amused.

“Or, I wasn’t,” you amended.

He stood up, letting you keep his hand in your grasp. He tilted your head back like you were a posable doll and kissed your forehead. “If you are or you aren’t, that twat shouldn’t get to say stuff like that in front of your friends.”

“They’re more your friends,” you said gently.

“You’re breaking George’s heart and he can’t even hear you.”

You pouted. “We should go back to the party.”

“In a minute,” he said, looking down into your face with an unnameable expression. “Let me look at you.”

You obliged, looking right back.

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Chapter 4: Healing Process and Flirty Comments

(This is NOT gif. Credit to the creator <3)

series summary: when your protector returns, he finds you broken and abused and helps you climb out of the darkness

chapter summary: the healing process is never fast and easy, but your okay taking it one day at a time as long as you have them

pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

warning: acts/mentions of abuse, cuursing?

word count: 2.1k

A/N: So sorry this is getting out so late! I had a long day at work yesterday. Ew. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, really liked writing this chapter. I know it seems like the cahracter is getting comfortable with the team a little to fast but its only because shes close to Jay and Kim. Just thought I’d clarify.

The nightmares plagued your mind. They played over and over and over until they had begun to make you go mad. It was always him. He was there in the back of your mind as you laid against the unfamiliar sheets that covered the foreign bed. It was like he was laying next to you. You could see his evil smile that sent shivers down your spine. Although you tried not to succumb to the darkness, sleep did come, unwilling.

In your dreams you couldn’t fight. It’s like you were frozen in place but you could still feel his blows. The way his fist drew into your stomach makes you nauseous and your ribs ache. You could smell the cigarettes on his breath as it fanned over your face. His laugh was all too real as he continued his abuse. You felt stuck in those dreams. You were screaming in your dreams but your voice would fade until you could no longer hear yourself.

You only woke to the feeling of hands shoving at you and the screeching sound of yelling that was so much more closer than your abusers. You would jolt awake, shift to the other side of the bed while white hot tears ran down your cheeks. You stared at her, your new roommate and new friend, who has been nothing but kind to you. You weren’t afraid of her. You were afraid of him, and how he seemed so normal and nice at first. And that made trusting so hard for you.

She stared at you, tears of her own welling in her eyes. She sat next to you, face scrunching up in a grimace at how you flinched. She spoke softly, promising not to hurt you as she pulled up into her embrace, cradling you and whispering soft words that slowly began to ease the tension that built in your shoulders.

Kim Burgess was one of the kindest people you’ve ever known. How she managed to wiggle her way in your heart in such a short notice was beyond your comprehension, but you didn’t mind. You only wished you weren’t a burden, which she has assured you, you aren’t. You had a hard time believing her on nights like those.

The mornings were the hardest. Kim would slide out of your bed once you had fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning to head back to her own, so you woke up to an empty bed and a sense of fear. It made you tremble and grip onto the sheets for any sort of comfort. Although, soon enough you found the courage to venture out, like every morning, and pour yourself a cup of coffee that Kim left for you. It was becoming a normal thing. You yearned for that sense of stability. You hoped it would stay this way for a while, before you eventually had to find your own place and get a job.

Days came and went like usual. You switched channels on the tv until you ultimately didn’t find anything to watch. You attempted to read a book but nothing was interesting. So you cleaned, washed and folded clothes, cooked dinner for yourself and Kim before cleaning again. You needed something. You were feeling lonely. Lonely and scared weren’t a good combination, so you put in an application for your old job. It was a long shot, and hopefully you’d get a response back soon.

The only phone calls you had gotten that day were an update from you lawyer about Kade’s upcoming trail, and Kim asking if you wanted to come to Molly with her and the team, and after hearing your lawyers confident voice, you accepted and decided to drive yourself there instead of having Kim go out of her way to come and get you.

Your lawyer was almost certain that Kade would be put away for a couple of years at the least. You hoped that was enough time to heal. He had made bail a couple of days after the incident, luckily you were staying in the hospital at the time, recovering from your injuries. From there Kim had offered you a place to stay after making fast friends with the woman who stayed with you when Jay couldn’t be there.

The lawyer, Jameson, was one of Hank Voights long time friends. Hank is Jay and Kim, along with the rest of the team's boss, their Sargent. He was there when Jay had saved you, you recall leaning on him for support a couple of times. You had met him officially at the hospital. He didn’t touch, he didn’t ask too many questions unlike Adam and Erin. You didn’t hold too much of a grudge, they just needed your statement on what happened that night. You hated remembering it, but it lived on in your head as you sat alone in Kim’s apartment.

But now, you were finally going out. You needed it. You needed to be surrounded by other people that weren’t just Kim and Jay.

“He’s a good man,” said Kim before taking a sip of her beer. Your eyes wandered across the room to your hero, only to find him looking back at you. A smile spread across your face when you saw his playful but flirty grin. You let out a short laugh, running a hand through your hair. You face Kim again, finding she too wore a grin, a knowing grin. Sitting next to her, Erin takes a sip of her beer bitterly.

“You know I know that. I just need time,” was your excuse. It was the truth, but only half of it. The other half was you were scared, not of Jay. You were scared you couldn’t give him everything he wanted. At least not right now.

“I think he knows that. You know he talks about you a lot. Voight nearly choked him while we were on stake out last night.”

A blush settles over your cheeks, you could feel it rising up your neck.

“He talked about me?”

You bite your lip at the thought, trying your hardest not to glance at him again.

“Oh yeah girl!” Said a new voice, joining you all at your table. He’s a dirty blonde man named Adam, who you had the pleasure of meeting at the hospital through Kim. They had a complicated relationship. “I wonder what she’s doing right now. Should I call her? I should probably call her. Kim, you don’t have her sleeping on the cough, do you?” Was Adams sad attempt at imitating Jay. He was met with a slap to the back of the head by Jay before he and Kevin joined the table as well. You moved over, letting Jay slide in beside you while smiling at you sheepishly. Kevin placed a chair at the end of the table, giving you a nod, which you returned with a pleasant smile before turning your attention back to Jay.

“Shut up, man,” Jay snapped, only making the rest of the group snicker. You looked down at your drink,, swirling the brown tinted liquid in your glass.

“Should’ve called me,” you teased, shrugging with a smirk playing on your lips. There were a couple of “oohs” that spread around the table. You settled your gaze on him. He looked shocked for a moment, his mouth open and closing, trying to find words to say.

“Damn, cat got your tongue, pretty boy?” teased Kevin. Jay grumbled, which only made them tease him more. You let out a laugh, cocking your head to the side as you stared at his adorable pouty face.

“I hate you guys.”

“Everyone but her, huh?” Kim asked, tilting her drink towards you. Your eyes widen slightly, you hide your smile when you throw back the rest of your drink.

“I’m gonna need another drink,” Jay sighed, getting up and walking to the bar, leaving you all laughing.

Jay Halstead is something. He’s always been the flirty type, even when he was younger, so when you made him speechless, you were pleasantly surprised. He seemed to always have a response. From what Kim said earlier? His attention seemed to be on you and you hoped it lasted longer than it did with the other girls he had before. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you thought about what it would be like. You and him. You felt like a fifteen year old again. That girl crush you had on him resurfacing for a moment.

You loved having his attention. Every flirty remark or cute comment had you weak at the knees and wanting to forget about why you were holding back and not letting yourself fall into his arms every time you craved to. You knew better, everything kade had done to you, stuck. It’s only been a couple of weeks, Kade hadn’t even gone to trial yet. The best thing you could do was better yourself, get right in the head before starting a relationship. Even if you were completely in love with Jay, and have been since your college graduation.

Getting better was going to be a long process, but this was a good start, being here with your new friends made you happy, something you haven’t experienced in a really long time. Even Adam seemed to put you in a good mood, even though he never seemed to shut up.

You found yourself wanting to laugh. They have grown on you in the last couple of weeks. As you glanced around the table at them, Jay who had finally returned with another round and a simple fruit cocktail for you, you knew would find yourself quicker than expected. You were slowly pulling yourself out of the dark room you locked yourself in years ago and your doing it with their help - with Jay's help. You were scared though, about how quickly it was happening and how quick it would be to fall back into that darkness, but you decided not to worry about it. Tonight was your nightC and nothing was going to ruin it.

“You take anymore shots and you won’t be able to drive home, and you're not staying with me,” argued Kim, pointing her finger at Adam, who threw back another shot tauntingly.

“Don’t tell me what to do. I can hold my alcohol, woman.”

“You love him…don’t you?”

You couldn’t say you were shocked by Kim’s question. You stared up at the ceiling of your bedroom, holding tightly to the blanket placed over your body. You nodded shortly, tears entering your eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah I do. I just - I don’t know when I’ll be ready.”

You knew the love you had for him was buried deep down after your brother's funeral, the night Jay had left you standing on your doorstep, tears in your eyes and hope in your heart. You hoped he would come back…but he didn’t, and you felt as if you had lost him along with your brother.

“Be patient with yourself. You're going to get there, and I guarantee he’ll be waiting for you when you do.”

Her words gave you a sense of hope, and you decided to hold onto them instead of listing the reason why he would or shouldn’t, wait for you. You closed your eyes, listening to the sound of the traffic outside. It took over the eerie silence that made you feel uneasy.

“Is this a bad time to tell you guys I’m awake?”

The sound of Adams' groggy voice draws you from your near sleeping state. You groan, intentionally knocking his phone off the night stand to hit him on the head. He whines out a complaint, making Kim snicker. He raises up, shooting you a tired glare.

“Why couldn’t you take the couch?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. He shrugs.

“Need to make sure you guys are protected.”

“I’m a cop.” Kim resorts.

“And I’m a ma-“

“Finish that sentence. I dare you.”

“We should do this more often. I love bonding with you guys,” says Adam, leaning his head on the bed with a cute grin.

“Go back to sleep Adam,” you mutter, closing your eyes, attempting to welcome the sleep you desperately needed after the long night of fun you had with the team.

“I’m gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, aren’t I?”

“You're going to have a black eye too if you don’t go to sleep.” Kim threatens, leaning over your body to look down at him. You take a peak at him, grinning as you see his smirk.

“Can I have a pillow please?”

Kim grunts, taking one of the extra pillows and hitting him in the face won’t it.

“You guys are so damn mean.”

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