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ffangirlingsince2001 · 4 months

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The Great Upheaval of Percy Weasley: Avoidance

Percy Weasley x OC

Description: Percy Weasley has been avoiding her and that will certainly not do.

Percy had been acting weird, not normal Percy weird, more like nervous schoolboy weird. And while Percy behaving strangely wouldn’t have worried Elle any other year, this year it was getting in her way. He was supposed to be her distraction, instead he was avoiding her. She was sure he couldn’t still be annoyed about her disappearing a few days ago. His kiss was enough to prove that. Yet, since then he hadn’t said a word, and ignored her invitations. She yanked her jumper over her head so hard it ripped. It was all she could do not to scream.

As she changed one black jumper to the next, she glanced out the window at the pouring rain. It was only one more thing to glare about. First Quidditch match of the year and she was going to be working in the rain, without warm lips to come back to.

“Hurry up, I want a good seat,” Dinah called.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Elle responded stepping out of the bathroom and grabbing her slicker.

“Wow, that’s some incredible house spirit,” Dinah said, noting her black jumper.

“I’m neutral.”

“Sure, until we win and then you drink like the rest of us.”

“Details, details.”

“Just make sure you take care of our team faster than theirs. I have a bet with Quinn, and I do not have the funds for a loss.” Elle rolled her eyes; this was the same conversation they had before every Quidditch match since Elle had started working for Madam Pomfrey in her fourth year.

“Do you want me to promise and lie, or just stay quiet.” Dinah only smacked her with her umbrella in response. “What’s the bet today?”

“Hufflepuff wins due to Gryffindor losing its seeker to an unforeseen injury.”

“You really have to stop betting on details and stick to just the winner.”

“Harry hasn’t been injured for ages.”

“Have you seen the weather; you could be injured in that storm.”

“It’s not that bad,” Dinah says as they pushed the door open, stepping into the torrent outside. The heavy oak pushed them back as the rain instantly soaked them.

“You were saying?” Elle yelled over the wind.

“Shut up,” Dinah yelled back, ducking her head as they marched towards the Quidditch pitch. They were halfway to the pitch when Elle realized she had left her wand sitting on the windowsill by her bed.

“Fuck, I forgot my wand,” she yelled.

“What?”

“I forgot my wand,” she yelled again, making a motion with her hand. “I’ll see you after the game.” Dinah waved her away as she continued her trek towards the pitch. Elle turned and ran back towards the castle, the wind pushing against her back all the way. She yanked open the doors and smacked right into the boy who had been avoiding her. His eyes widened and she accidentally glared.

“Elle-.”

“Move it Weasley, I’m on a deadline.”

“Wait-.”

“No, you’ll have to wait, I forgot my wand,” she growled pushing past him.

“Accio wand,” he announced, “Now, do you have a moment?” She whipped around. He’d been avoiding her, and now he had time to talk.

“Listen here, Percy Weasley, I don’t know who you think you are but-.” And then he was kissing her, right in the middle of the corridor, as if he didn’t give a damn about who came around the corner. She yanked herself away despite not wanting to.

“I’m sorry, they’ve got me following Potter. I haven’t been able to get away,” he said, catching her wand before handing it to her. She licked her teeth and glanced over her shoulder for anyone who might be watching, and then grabbed him by the tie kissing him again. When she pulled away, they were both grinning.

“Restricted section, after the game?” He kissed her again and she took that as a resounding yes. He pushed open the door for her and they both stepped back into the pouring rain that didn’t seem as cold as it did before.

When they reached the pitch, they waved their goodbyes and she slipped into the locker room, searching for Wood. She passed the girls changing and marched into the boy’s locker room.

“Wood!” she hollered, peaking around corners. She ran into the twins who both grinned but pointed her in the right direction without a suggestive comment from either, it seemed they remembered her threat from the last time they had crossed paths. “Wood.”

“Jesus Elle, you’re not supposed to be in here.”

“Oh shove it, I’m here to warn you.”

“About what?” he asked with a cocky grin and she slugged him in the arm.

“Listen, I know you like to take risks, don’t, not with the way it looks out there today.”

“Elle-.”

“Don’t argue with me. Just know there are two ways to fix broken bones, easy ways and hard ways, don’t make it the hard way.”

“You really know how write pep talk.”

“Shut up and win.” With that she walked out, noting Harry as she went and praying that Dinah would be winning money her bet today. She walked onto the pitch and winced at the spray of rain before finding Poppy in the medical tent.

“They shouldn’t be playing today,” the nurse fussed, and Elle nodded, glancing up at the sky.

“I couldn’t agree more.” She prepped everything they might need and sat at the edge of the tent, just out of reach of the rain. As she waited for the players to enter the arena she searched for Percy among the crowds. It wasn’t until Hufflepuff stepped out that she found his ginger curls whipping around in the wind, but she didn’t have long to stare before Madam Hooch tossed the quaffle into the air and the game began.

For being the worst weather she had ever seen, the first half of the game was without much injury. It seemed Wood had headed her warning (there was a first for everything). It wasn’t until the end of Katie Bell’s broom was struck with lightning that Elle was forced to make her way onto the field. She quickly put out the fire and checked the chaser over.

“All clear,” she yelled over the wind and then Katie was gone, back into the downpour the moment she was cleared. Elle returned to the tent only to run back out a few moments later as one of the Hufflepuff beaters was struck by lightning and came crashing down.

He wasn’t getting back on his broom anytime soon. She dragged him and his broom through the mud towards the tent and then levitated him onto a stretcher. She poured a thick white mixture into a cup and tipped it against his lips. Even through unconsciousness his nose scrunched at the smell, but she tipped his head back and poured it down his throat anyway. She was checking him over when she heard the gasps from outside.

She rushed into the rain just in time to see Harry hit the ground and Hufflepuff win the game. It seemed Quinn was going to be making her money today.

She dropped to her knees and checked for a pulse, shocked to find how cold he was. No bones seemed to be broken and he had only suffered from a few minor scrapes and bruises.

“Poppy,” she hollered over the rain, “Bring the stretcher.” She raised the boy onto the stretcher and glanced wearily around at the students watching her. She yanked her attention away from them and back to Harry. “We need to get him warm, but other that he should be fine. Someone stopped him from hitting the ground hard enough for it to cause any damage.” Poppy nodded as she levitated the stretcher towards the castle. Elle rushed back inside and waited for the rest of the teams to wander through for their checks.

No one seemed particularly cheerful as they wandered through her tent. Whether that was the loss or the dementors she couldn’t be sure, but from the gloomy looks on the Hufflepuff team’s faces she guessed the latter. Everyone seemed to be fine but she asked Katie to stop by the Hospital Wing for a quick check up, just to make sure, and then levitated the Hufflepuff boy back to the castle.

Both teams had beat her back, and the Hufflepuffs were waiting patiently for their teammate.

“He should be awake in a few minutes,” she assured them before finding Poppy. The nurse sent her away, assuring her that there was nothing more she could do. She checked just to make sure, but Poppy had no problem swatting her away from patients either. She grinned and turned, doing her best not to sprint out of the Hospital Wing and towards the Restricted Section. However, she was intercepted on her way by a pair of cold hands and warm lips.

“I thought we agreed the Restricted Section?”

“Too far,” he murmured against her lips, locking the door behind him before pushing her against it. “How long will he be in the Hospital Wing?”

“A couple more hours at least.”

“Perfect,” he said before pulling her close again. He was almost as famished as she was as he hoisted her up and set her on a desk. His hands slipped beneath her jumper and she jumped at the cold tips of his fingers. “Are you okay?”

“Your hands are just cold,” she laughed grabbing his hands in hers and blowing softy. She could feel him shiver against her breath. She glanced up to meet his eyes before dropping his hands to cup his face before kissing him again. Warmer hands dropped back to the hem of her jumper before finding her skin once more. This time, instead of jumping away, she leaned in closer, relishing the feeling of his fingers creeping along the dips of her stomach. He peeled off her jumper and goosebumps followed his touch to the band of her bra.

She tilted her head as his lips found her neck and tugged on his curls, still damp from the rain. She was vaguely aware of his fingers tracing the band around to the clasp. He fumbled with it before giving up and simply resting his hand beneath the fabric. His other hand found her thigh, pulling it up against his waist. The denim stretched against the apex of her thighs as he pulled her closer.

“Elle,” he whispered against her skin and she pushed him away only to pull his lips to hers.

“Never again Percy Weasley, you hear me?” she asked against his lips, but he only cocked his hand in confusion. He pulled his hands away, as if he had done something wrong, but she caught him before he could fully retreat. “Never again will you ditch me like that,” she said before kissing him again. She pulled away once more to study his face, “Do you understand me?”

“Crystal clear.”

Excellent,” she laughed, emphasizing her pleasure with a harsh kiss to his jaw. She traced her thumb over the spot where she had kissed him moments before. “Excellent,” she repeated.

“You’re excellent, and trust me, if I’m stupid enough to disappear again I will cast the curse for you.” She grinned and wrapped her legs around his waist, yanking him closer. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she breathed him in, drowning in the euphoria of warm lips while thunder crashed around them.

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percydarling · 1 year

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My Pride and Joy

Chapter 1 : Percy

It was the end of a decade / But the start of an age

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He’s glad he has an apartment to go to at this moment in time. That somehow he foresaw that something would happen, the event that would drive him out of the Burrow, in need of another shelter.

He didn’t realise that the event would be an argument with his father.

He had expected an argument with his Mum or the twins or Ron but never in a million years would he imagined that it would be Dad, Dad who never raised his voice, who left Mum to deal out the punishments, who never had a problem with him.

Percy was flabbergasted.

He let himself inside the apartment, the walls not white, but blue, dark blue and a comfortable couch he could sink into. Of course he hadn't selected a plain white apartment, something he was sure his siblings thought boring Percy would do - select an apartment that lack color and be as boring as he was. No, he had selected an apartment with is favorite color and had decorated it as such, a bookshelf full of Muggle and magic books and a great deal of furniture from chairs to tables to lamps and whatnot. He had even put up photographs!

He charmed the door shut and fell onto the couch, drained and miserable.

The words stung.

Every word that came out of his father’s mouth seemed to taunt him starting from the implied accusation of Percy being a spy to Percy being arrogant and proud. He had not entertained the possibility that his father would be anything but happy that he had secured a position in the volatile Ministry of Magic. After that previous mishap...

Percy will be the first person to admit that he was prideful, that yes he had a bit of pride in his work, he delivered what was required and more, he did what he could to improve and worked towards a goal that wasn’t impossible.

But being proud was not a bad thing, wanting better for yourself is not a bad thing.

All his life, all he wanted was respect, a decent life with no monetary problems, no more clothes with holes in them, no more murmurs of the Weasleys being poor and pitiful looks his way.

He wanted to live, just live a good life.

He hadn’t wanted to be famous or rich, he just wanted a bit of respect and admiration. Was that too much to ask for?

How could he have that, someone else’s respect when his own family didn’t respect him? When even they think that he’s some monster or a fool or a prat. Someone who didn't belong to their home?

Percy drags himself out of the couch, striding towards the kitchen. He needed a drink, a strong one. Percy wasn’t a drinker (that was Charlie) but the occasion of calling his father a “good for nothing pauper” deserved a stiff glass of his best Firewhiskey.

With his wand, he summoned a glass. Looked at it and then returned it back to its place grabbing the entire bottle. Forget a glass, this occassion required the entire bloody bottle.

He wants to forget everything, he wants to go back home, he wants to keep his pride, he wants his Mum, he wants to apologise, he wants to giht even more, he wants everything and nothing.

He knows there’s a bit of truth in his words - no, not the insults he hurled - but about the money situation and if only his father had dared to do better, earn more to feed a family of nine. If only he had thought - “Hmm I have seven children to feed and they require supplies, maybe I should ask for a raise or promotion?”

Percy’s still bitter about it, he’s allowed to be. He couldn’t even work in the Ministry without someone remarking about him being one of Arthur’s sons and the state of their family. The taunts, the insults about the red hair and the freckles.

Which is why he had ensured that he wore the best quality Ministry robes, money could buy - at least they couldn’t comment about their clothes being hand-me-downs.

(Not that it mattered, he's already earned a reputation by not noticing that his boss wasn't really his boss)

He doesn’t know if the fight was about Harry and Dumbledore or the fact that they were poor or that no one in the family respected Percy. Maybe a mixture of them all.

His parents believing Dumbledore was something he should have known, after all the horror Ron and Ginny had gone through, they still believed he would protect them. That wizard would sacrifice them if it assisted his agenda. He couldn’t care less about them, about his students and Cedric died, under his watch!

He had known Cedric, a nice kind boy who could go places but he couldn’t because he was dead.

Percy takes a gulp of the drink, letting the bitter taste overwhelm him as his thoughts of Cedric fade away. Cedric wasn’t his friend, but he was someone Percy knew, someone Percy respected and it doesn’t get better than that.

He had attended the funeral, something Harry oh our saviour Potter hadn’t managed to do. Cedric’s parents were grief-stricken and it struck Percy how uncanny it was that they were burying their son who hadn’t even graduated.

For some reason, he had thought about Ron, if he would even graduate or even be alive to graduate because if he kept being best mates with Harry...it's bound to get him killed. He hated the fact that he had such a thought.

He had offered his condolences to Amos Diggory, Cedric’s father who had looked him in the eye with such defeat, it had moved Percy.

"You don't deserve this, he didn't deserve this", Percy had stated, he doesn't know why because the words are worthless.

"No he didn't", Amos replied looking at his son's coffin, " he really didn't".

Percy took a deep breath as he drank again.

His fight with his family was unavoidable, he knew it was going to happen. The way they treated him.. it hurt. He didn’t deserve it, he knew his self-worth, even after years of tearing him down, he knew he deserved better than this, than whatever this toxic relationship with his family was.

Maybe that’s why Bill and Charlie ran away.

He still remembers the way Mum looked, when Charlie said he was shifting to Romania, to work with dragons (the scariest creatures). Mum's face had turned red as she argued with him about the cost, the danger of it all, the risk and the farness of it all.

Charlie had left anyway, leaving Mum crying and disappointed, instead weaponising that anger into caring for her other children still with her.

A naive Percy had promised that he would never hurt her the way Bill and Charlie had done. And he hadn't.

He had hurt Dad instead.

They've hurt him too, he doesn't know how oblivious they are and can be to his situation. Did they really not realise that their words have consequences on his mental health? Do they think calling him prat daily, was simply a nuisance to him and not one more reason to add to the list that his family hates him with a burning passion? It's almost laughable how they believe him to be the fool when they're the ones who fool themselves into thinking that it's Percy, he doesn't care, we can say hurtful stuff about him to anyone and everyone!

They made fun of him polishing his badge fifty times.

They didn’t know he had scrubbed the blood from the safehouse a hundred times and it still shone red.

They made fun of his large vocabulary and proper speaking skills.

They didn’t know Aunt Muriel had slapped him every time he wrote or pronounced a word wrong.

They made fun of him being an ardent follower of rules.

They don’t know that breaking one of the safehouse’s rules had almost led to his demise.

They didn’t know and he hoped they never would. It’s not something he’s willing to share because the way they think of him, they’d probably say he deserved it.

People would look at him, aghast that he would say something like that about his family, that he’s overreacting and they’re his family and they love him.

But if Ron can call him a Slytherin traitor in front of his friends and the twins can lock him in a pyramid in a foreign country and Ginny can betray his secret to her brothers letting them tease him about Penelope and Father could laugh along with everyone at his expense, then saying that he deserved awful things is the least harmful thing they’ve said to him, his whole life.

He still can’t believe it was his father who verbally abused him. His Dad and him were cordial, he would say, it wasn't as if Percy didn't love his dad, of course he did! But with Mum, Percy was different more closer to her and that's to be expected, his father isn't even home half of the time and by the time Percy had met his father, he was six and a Mummy's boy as they say.

It's not his fault that he was fighting in the war and before he was born, his father had spent time bonding with Bill and Charlie so they had a close bond and by the time the war ended, there were the twins and Ron who had required fatherly love.

Really, Percy was perfectly fine with his relationship with his father, it wasn't close but it wasn't far enough to make him a stranger.. although today's event might just really make them strangers who had known each other for some time.

Percy shakes his head, he stops drinking and throws the empty bottle in the wastebasket as he makes his way to the bedroom.

All he’s ever wanted was to feel safe and ensure his family was safe. Being raised during a war does that to you, that a normal life without fear is a gift and it is.

It’s dark. He hadn't realised how late it was at night, everything and everyone silent and peaceful. He pulls the curtains together, making the room even darker as he charms his door shut letting his wand rest on the table beside him as he lies down on the bed.

Somehow he’s failed at everything, his family, his friends and himself but not his career, not yet. He’s not planning to.

He thinks about today and he realises he’s not felt this good in years, letting all that anger out of his system (though a bit unfair to his father) had done him good.

He feels free.

And in a long time, Percy doesn’t have nightmares, doesn’t keep awake wondering when it will be dawn, instead Percy sleeps peacefully, in this new home.

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jabean-fanfiction · 10 months

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Does anyone have any Percy Weasley-centric fics that they’d recommend? I usually prefer something multi-chapter that’s on the longer side, but other than that have no other preferences.

#percy weasley #percy weasley fanfic #looking for fic recommendations #harry potter fanfiction

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percyweas1ey · 11 months

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Coming back to tumblr after forever so I thought screw it, I’ll make a new blog (and like eventually RT over a load of stuff from my old main and tag that as well)

Anyway my introduction to Percy Weasleyblr is this snippet from my Trans Percy WIP

His first day back home, Percy had spent an unusual amount of time sat in front of the small mirror besides his desk, staring into it examining himself. He’s started to let his hair grow longer at the end of the school year, watching as his thick red curls begin to tickle his cheekbones, a small feeling of warmth beginning to bloom in his chest as it slowly grown inch by inch. Knowing what his Mother would say, he’d caved and cut it back to his usual length at the end of the year out of cowardice. The same could be said for the chipped remains of red nail polish, nearly entirely gone except for small patches at the base of his nail bed. Penelope had painted them for him, quiet whispers in an abandoned classroom agreeing that he could make feigned arguments of house pride if questioned. Penelope always helped to solve things like this. She was the only person in Percy’s life who truly saw him for who he was, even when that scared him.

There’d been many conversations like that, conspiratorial whispers engaged out of fear, his fear, that some suspecting person was sat on the other side of the door, waiting to burst through with a cry of “Aha!” Should Percy say too much, say the things that he refused to admit even to himself. Penelope had whispered back to him without any of the judgement he reserved for himself.

Trans Percy is unapologetically one of my fav headcanons but there’s so little content (and even less that’s quality) thanks to the chronic under appreciation of my fav so be the change etc etc

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amethyst-writer · 11 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: George Weasley & Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley & Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley & George Weasley & Percy Weasley, Percy Weasley & Weasley Family Characters: Percy Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Oliver Wood, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger Additional Tags: Percy Weasley-centric, Percy Weasley Needs a Hug, George Weasley Needs a Hug, Protective Ron Weasley, Brothers, Angst, Post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Sad Percy Weasley, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Protective George Weasley, Percy Weasley Redemption, The Weasley's are trying their best but aren't doing so well in terms of parenting in this fic, Fred Weasley Dies, Post-Canon, Mental Health Issues, Hurt Percy Weasley, Depression, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Ah yes the age old trope where George blames Percy for Fred's Death, Every fic with that trope is incredible Summary:

“Leave me alone,” George ground out. “Better yet, just get out of our lives! We didn’t need you back then and we certainly don’t need you now.” He finally lets the spoon clatter onto the table. The noise rang harshly in Percy’s head. He tried to focus on that, instead of everything his brother was yelling. “Pack your shit and get out, Percy.” ------- Even though Percy felt the gaze of several Weasley’s burning a hole into his back when he walked out the door with his suitcase, he didn't turn around. Percy would prefer to pretend that they’ll miss him. Just for a moment. Even if he knew, in the end, none of them will.

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that-one-weird-fangirl2020 · 11 months

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Percy Weasley Fanfic!

Hello people of Tumblr! My lovely friend over on Wattpad has written a Percy Weasley fanfic and it desperately needs love. It's called 'Mischief Managed'. It's a completed fic with 57 parts! She an amazing writer! She has no idea I am even promoting her fic, so it would be a lovely surprise for her.

Here is the link!

#harry potter #wizarding world #percy weasley #percy weasley x oc #percy weasley fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #the golden trio #Weasley twins #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy

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catastrxblues · 1 year

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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

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iifishizzleii · 1 year

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ron is a moral compass.

u cannot convince me that ron weasley isn’t a mother hen. because while hermione is a child prodigy, she’s breaking laws and committing war crimes half the time when it benefits her. and harry ‘i’m the Chosen One’ potter attracts danger like a flame would a moth.

so while they’re a duo of danger, there’s ron.

who grew up with siblings and spent a lot of his childhood making sure ginny didn’t get hurt playing in the mud.

who’s as nervous as Molly when Charlie works with the Dragons, and panics when Bill gets attacked by the werewolf.

who steals specific concoctions from the twins when they try to prank Percy because it could possibly harm him.

who wraps harry’s wounds when he gets hurt and is too tired to see madam pomphrey. who helps hermione understand why killing Rita in the jar wouldn’t help in the long run.

Ron Weasley, the worrier and moral compass of the Golden Trio. he doesn’t believe how many times he saved the wizardry world by simply being himself. and everyone at hogwarts but him can see it.

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cherry-pop-elf · 1 month

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hiya, i was wondering if you could make a headcanon sorta thing with the weasleys and them realising they’re in love with reader

Gasp, that sounds so fluffy. I MUST!

Weasley siblings the moment they realize that they are in love

Warnings: Only really for Bill honesty. I have to make it from his werewolf wounds. So medical gore warning. Bullying as well, with some scared Ron. Because it will involve spiders.

William ‘Bill’

The moment his working eye was able to focus, he was able to see you. See you there. You were fast asleep next to him. Curled up in his side, with your arms tucked in on yourself. That way you wouldnt mess with his bandages and wounds. He was in so much pain, and could hardly breath, but you were there. He was able to see your hands were slightly red, seeming to be irritated. Thats when he noticed the bowl of water on his bedside table. Along with a bloody rag. You must have been busy with washing his fresh wounds, while he was knocked out. You were taking care of him, until you needed sleep as well. That warmed him, as he was clearly taken care of. Especially given where he was. The Wolf Ward. A place for people suffering werewolfism are stayed. People tied to beds, chained, hooked to IV's, near death, already dead, so many cases. Yet.....Here you were. You stayed. You stayed, made sure he was taken care of, and made sure he wasnt alone. You loved him. Loved him so much, despite the risks. Even as far as sleeping in the same bed as him. That was when he knew it. Knew he was in love. His breathing was able to move easier, as he wrapped his arm around you. Hurt like hell, but worth it. Worth it, as he was able to see you smile.

Charlie

"What?” He blinked, as he stared out his bedroom window. Looking down to see you there. “You heard me. I’ll cause a distraction. I know you are packed. Go on and go-!” You called, as he was jaw dropped. He had been arguing with his mother for ages about this. Molly didn’t want him to have such a dangerous job. But of course precious golden child Bill got to be a curse breaker. One would argue is even more dangerous. Despite the letters of people wanting him to work in Romania, his mother refused. Over and over again. Seems like someone had other plans. You. You knew this could be the last time you see him, but you just couldn’t let him rot away in England. So, you hatched a plan. You would distract Molly, and give him enough time to sneak into the fireplace and get to Romania. “You are bloody insane….I like that-“ Charlie had to smile, as you would run around to the front of the house. Leaving Charlie to make sure he was properly packed. While he made sure his dragon hide gloves were inside, he could hear you knocking the front door. The familiar creaks of his mother leaving her room, and heading to the front door. He tossed his bag over his shoulder, and hurried down the stairs. “Where is the floo-?” He hissed. Of course she would hide it. Making sure he couldn’t sneak off. Course, you were smart enough to think ahead. “Oh come in. I’ll fix you something. Poor thing out in the late night cold. Come on-“ The moment she stepped to the kitchen, you ran over to him. Handing him your bag of floo. “Go go-“ You whispered, as he stared into your eyes. His heart never felt so full. “Better promise to visit-“ And before you knew it, he was kissing you. Kissing you goodbye. You were dazzed, only to snap back when the flash of green of the fire place echoed. “What was that-?!” Molly called. “NOTHING-!” You squeaked, with your face flushed. Left Charlie in a sappy smile, as his new chapter begun. With you in it.

Percy

“Leave him alone!” Percy heard you shout, as he was currently being dangled from his ankle. For being a prefect, he sure did not get treated as such. Was ambushed by a gaggle of Slytherins, younger then him no less, and now he was up in the air. Unable to grab his wand, as he just did not have the core strength. Another taunt at him. “Oh? What will you do if we don’t?” A bully asked, as you kept your fists tight. Percy didn’t want you to fight for him, but you were willing to even though you knew you would lose. And lose you did. Hard. Least in the chaos, Percy was able to escape. Running off to get a teacher, and catching them red handed. Needless to say, suspension will not be to light. Now, there you two were. Sitting in the medical wing. Both sharing a bed, as you two sat together. “You didn’t have to-“ He muttered, as he fidgeted with his bandages. “Yeah I did. Someone’s gotta. Bill and Charlie were busy.” You tried to play off, before you felt his hand holding yours. “Still. Pretty stupid…” He grumbled, but you returned the hand holding. “Someone’s gotta be stupid, so you don’t have a stick up your butt.” You smiled, as he rested his head on your shoulder. Comforted, and at peace.

Fred

“Wicked-“ Fred whispered, as the two of you were huddled together. Hidden away in a corner of the Three Broom Sticks, as you two were bonding over the map. Able to just people watch so happily. George had been given detention, and Fred was able to have a reassuring comfort in seeing him on the map. Knowing he wasn’t anywhere dangerous, given what happened to Ginny. It also was comforting to be sitting with someone as well. The two of you just snuggled in the tavern, during a winters day. It was soft. Different from the normal madness he’s used to. It’s different, and he liked different. Different also meant a change in habits. Such as feeling you rest your head on his shoulder. Trying to snuggle closer, to get more warmth. He couldn’t help it, as he wrapped his arm around you. Just you cuddling, and oblivious, as you watched the map. So curious by it, as he was more fascinated by you now. Taking advantage of how distracted you were. Maybe quiet moments were nice. Couldn’t help but rest his head against yours, and take in your scent. A quiet moment. A moment to think, and he was thinking hard. Maybe he wanted more quiet moments like this. Couldn’t help his smile, as you pointed at a name on the map. Making up some speculation on why they were there at this time. Had him laugh, and just melt into the moment. Yeah. He wanted more of this.

George

“George George Georgie Georgie Georgie-!” You just wouldn’t stop shouting, as you were soon crashing into him. Right when he left the shop he was in. Having been helping his younger siblings with getting school supplies. “Hey-! Who says I’m George-?!” He joked, as you didn’t let go. “Because you are actually nice-!” You tease, as he was hugging you back. “Also you have a mole on your neck, Fred doesn’t-“ You whispered. That had him blink, as he reached to said neck. “Ha-! Made you look-!” You giggled so deviously, before he pushed you away. He was cackling though. “You got me, I won’t lie-!” He snorted, as you two were just in giggles. It was so nice. He liked to laugh, and sometimes laughter from someone who wasn’t identical to you was nice. You felt as natural to laugh with as Fred. That’s something special. You don’t come across that easy. He knew you were special, and that simple moment was nice. “George-! Help-!” Ginny called, as she struggled with her supplies. “Coming Gin Gin-!” He would hurry over, with you in toe. Instantly helping, all the same. He couldn’t stop his smile, as he watched you help Ginny out. Shit, he was in love. And he knew it.

Ron

“HELP-! PLEASE! SOMEONE-!” Ron was screaming bloody murder, as he was cowering in the corner of the stone corridor of the courtyard. A decently large spider was keeping him trapped on a bench, and trying to hide his body as much as he could in the corner. He was in tears, as he was trying to hide from the spider. Luckily, you could hear him. “IM COMING RON-!” You shouted, as you ran across the stones. Coming into view, and seeing what was distressing him. He was already expecting you to yell at him for being such a baby about it. You didn’t, but instead you focused on getting the spider away. You pulled out your wand, and remembered what Hermione taught you both. “Wingardium Leviosa-“ You called, and lifted the spider into the air. You then made sure to make as much distance from Ron as you could, and let it escape into the wild. Other side of the courtyard, and outside a window. That way it would return to the forest. Once done, you hurried back. Quick to hold Ron. “It’s ok, it was a big spider. Spiders can be pretty dangerous.” You comforted. Not teasing him, or calling him a baby. Not making fun of him, but actually took his fear seriously. The relief was in his tears, as he held you back. Holding you tightly, as you pet his hair. You understood it was a fear, and fears were serious. He was so relieved. You were his hero, and he owed you for it. His guardian Angel. “Thank you-“ He hiccuped, as you kissed his head. “You would have done the same, shush.” You tease, as you didn’t discount that he can be brave. That was the kicker that sparked something inside of him. He was smiling, as you held him. For as long as he needed. You cared about him, and he was sure caring about you.

Ginny

“Do you think I’ll ever become a Quidditch player-?” Ginny asked you, as you two were busy in class. Was History Of Magic, with Professor Binns. Boring as hell, so it wasn’t like you two were paying attention. “Yeah, doubting yourself?” You asked, as she played with her Quill. “Maybe…” She mumbled, before plopping her head on the table. Ever since that incident in the chambers, she got depressed far easier. Bill said that’s often a side effect of being involved with a long term curse, or being exposed to a Horcrux. Curse breaker stuff, so you didn’t really focus on it. Well, until Ginny needed help. She needed a cheerleader, and like hell you wouldn’t grab your Pom Pom’s and cheer. “You’ll be an amazing Qudditch player. I know it. The best even! You’ll make history.” You beam, as she watched you. Unable to really hear you, as she sighed. So, you did what you’ve seen her brothers do. You hugged her, and refused to let go. “Get off me-“ She whined, but you refused. “I shall suffocate you, until you say uncle-“ You warned, before she started to giggle at you. “Seriously, stop-“ She pleaded, but was giggling away. “Not until you say you are the best quidditch player ever. I mean it, I’m stubborn-“ You warned, as she threw her hands up in defeat. “I yield I yield. I shall be better than the likes of Viktor Krum, even-“ She spoke with sarcasm, but it’s a step. “Nope, you gotta mean it.” You refused, as she giggled again. “Eh, you’re comfy.” She retaliated, as you two ended up in a cuddle bundle. She was able to smile, and mean it. Was hard to do, since that incident. She liked it. Liked how you were able to do it so easy for her. Had her heart all a flutter. Guess that’s another thing she will need to ask her older brothers about. What to do when someone gives you butterflies?

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They are in love your honor.

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aceofsages · 6 months

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tear me to pieces for the WIP ask game :) I've seen you post about it and I'm so intrigued by the fact that it's Percy Weasley centric, because he's definitely an underused choice for a character study ! (atleast from what I've seen so far)

(also curious about the hp has a twin story and the Santa Clarita diet one, but I've only watched the first two eps of that show, so any literary brilliance would be completely lost on me 😅)

thank you so much for your interest!! percy weasley has the potential of so much nuance and i love him your honor.

here's a snippet: Penelope is his first friend and for a long time, his only. Her blonde hair and blue tie and clear eyes and calm countenance feel like a balm to his soul—he, who has only ever been surrounded by red, and is still surrounded by it, has chosen to be surrounded by it by choosing Gryffindor. Oliver takes time—the love Percy has for Penelope has always been instant, and Penelope will always be his first everything, and if Magic wills, his last—but it’s all the more special for it, the thing Percy feels for Oliver. It’s a purer love than that he has for his brothers, a love untinged with bitterness, without the ghosts that haunt that love between siblings. It’s a choice—he chooses Oliver in third year, and perhaps the thing that really, truly, cements his choice is when Oliver chooses him back. (Choice is a powerful thing, a cruel thing, a beautiful thing. Family of choice is the toughest thing one could ever make—because there are no ties of blood to hold you in hurt, in bitterness, in contempt; you choose and you keep choosing for the rest of your life—and hence it’s all the more beautiful for it. Choosing to be brave is a separate matter altogether, but Percy hasn’t learned that lesson yet.)

as for hp has a twin, I've wanted to write a slytherin character for so long, and i've wanted to fix so many damn things that bugged me about hp so I was like hey! what if? and there you have it! a morally ambiguous girl who was born on august 1st, after harry, and abandoned by petunia and never knew she had a twin! of course, harry also doesn't know about her existence and my plan is for the fic to follow all seven years of hogwarts.

a small snip: A pause. Then, “Alright. A word of advice, though. You underestimate your brother." What do you know, you’re a Hat. The hat chuckles. “I look forward to seeing you thrive in SLYTHERIN!” (Jasmine doesn’t look at Harry when a stunned silence descends on the Great Hall, when she takes off the Hat and has to practically keep holding it before McGonagall comes to her senses and her grip tightens. She doesn’t look at him when she starts walking towards Slytherin, when polite—albeit surprised—cheers start to ring in the air, when she sits down at the far end of the table, away from Malfoy, but still with other First-Years. She doesn’t—can’t—and so she misses Harry’s cheers and his disappointment at not being able to meet her eyes.)

tbh, it takes a while to really get into santa clarita diet, so you're good! i myself barely watched the first episode and left it for a while before circling back. my fic is about abby hammond and what she does after the series ends, which, in this fic, is serial-killing lmao

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ffangirlingsince2001 · 2 years

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The Great Upheaval of Percy Weasley: Horror

Percy Weasley X OC

Summary: Not all Halloween horrors require a mask.

Warnings: fluff, angst

MASTERLIST

horror -n- the thought of you missing

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It was Halloween and it seemed everyone they knew was at Hogsmeade. Everyone except for them of course. While even Percy enjoyed the occasionally butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, having Elle in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as she kissed his neck made him drunker than even the strongest fire whiskey.

And she was wearing black lingerie.

Of course, they had studied at first, for five hours they did nothing but work, but the moment she got bored she feigned heat was getting to her and her shirt came off. That was the end of studying, not that Percy would have been able to focus anyway. Now his mind was practically liquid. That however did not stop him from worrying.

“Elle?”

“Yeah?” she asked, lips still pressed to her neck.

“You didn’t want to go to Hogsmeade?” God, he really couldn’t just enjoy anything could he?

“Nah, until The Weird Sisters or Green Day start playing in the square it’s not really my scene.”

“Green Day?”

“Muggle band, don’t worry about it. Why? Am I boring you?” Grand, now he had offended her.

“No, no of course not. I just-.”

“I’m kidding,” she laughed before kissing him softly. She pulled away and he tucked a piece of hair that had fallen from her braid behind her ear. She shifted in his lap, avoiding his eyes as he did so.

“Why braids?” She paused before answering, and Percy was sure she was considering whether to tell him to mind his own business or answer truthfully.

“Mostly because my mother doesn’t like them.” She had gone with the truth.

“And the rest?”

“Because I like doing them. It’s meditative.” Percy snorted; she didn’t seem like the type to even consider meditation. She quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t believe me.”

“I just can’t imagine you meditating.”

“Not that type of meditating, you dolt. Here, you try.” She began unbraiding her hair, pulling the elastics onto his wrist.

“I don’t know how to braid hair,” he stuttered, and she rolled her eyes.

“I figured. Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” She finished pulling out her hair on one side and the turned nimble fingers towards the other. When she was done, he couldn’t stop staring. Her hair was longer than he had once thought, falling almost to the end of her back and the crimped waves made her look almost ethereal. The small fly-aways were her halo, highlighted by the light of the setting sun as it came through the stain glass windows. It was strange how different someone could look based solely on their hair, but Elle was a completely different person. She turned around as she slid off his lap and onto her knees. He swallowed again, doing his best not to think about it. “I’ll do the first side and you watch, and then you’ll do the other okay?” He didn’t fully trust himself to speak, so he simply nodded, completely forgetting she couldn’t see him.

He watched with unadulterated fascination as her fingers pulled hair around itself, twisting and folding tight braids against her scalp and then all the way down her back. He wished she would leave it down, but when she finished, he allowed her hands to guide his, nonetheless. It took him a couple tires to get the pattern right, but when he finished, as she ran her fingers down his work he couldn’t help but feel her appreciation.

“I’m impressed,” she teased, turning around and resting her chin on his knee. He swallowed again, the position had only gotten worse for his concentration.

“Didn’t think I could?” he managed to ask and she laughed.

“I didn’t. Last man to do my hair was my father and the snarls were awful.”

“I like to think I’m better with my hands than your father,” he said, instantly regretting it when she burst out laughing, disgust curling her lip.

“Oh gross! Please, I beg you, don’t compare yourself to my dad.” Percy could feel blush warming his cheeks as she continued to laugh. He would have defended himself, or apologized, or anything to assuage his mistake had a scream not echoed from the hallway. Her laughter died and he jumped up quickly, pulling on his robe.

“I have to go; it might be nothing…”

“But it also might be something.” Percy nodded sullenly, stalking towards the door.

“Go be a hero, Head Boy.” She yanked him down by his tie to kiss him once more before waving him a goodbye.

He grinned and found himself unable to stop until he reached the crowds that had gathered around the Gryffindor portrait. That was when it seemed like he wouldn’t be smiling for the rest of the day.

“I am Head Boy, let me through,” he yelled over the crowd, shoving through layers of younger students. It this was merely impatience he was going to have a fit. First, screaming over nothing and then the audacity of the Fat Lady, it was enough to make even the most levelheaded explode. But when he reached the top and found the three jagged slashes through the portrait he was instantly on high alert. He could hear Dumbledore pushing through crowd as he had, and he did is best to get them to move, but then he was being trampled as someone called, having found the Fat Lady. He pressed himself against the wall as tightly as he could. He took elbows to the stomach and heavy shoes to feet as they all rushed to find their beloved portrait. He tried to join the rush but kept getting shoved back against the wall. He scowled and shoved them to the side, trampling first years as he went. The rumors flew back through the herd and when he finally caught up to Dumbledore he realized they were all true. She was hiding in a field of cows, screaming about Sirius Black in the castle. His eyes widened and he would have run to find Elle in that very moment had Dumbledore not grabbed his arm.

“Mr. Weasley, I would like you to find Professor Lupin and instruct him to find Mr. Potter and then assist in escorting the students down to the Great Hall. They will sleep there tonight.”

“Yes, Professor.” And then he turned, pushing back through the mob. He made his way towards the classroom where he regularly got destroyed. He threw open the door and found Lupin already talking to the boy he was supposed to be watching.

“Percy,” the professor said surprised and Percy quickly straightened his appearance.

“May I speak to you, Professor?” With a brisk nod, Lupin joined him in the hallway. He filled him in quickly, talking as fast as could. He answered all his questions, anxiously waiting for the moment when he would finally send him away. When he did, Percy had never run faster. He grabbed students who still dared to wander the hallways and hurried them towards the Great Hall.

And that’s all he did for the next five hours.

By the time bells were declaring midnight, Percy wanted nothing more than to crash. He had herded third years, stolen points from seventh years who felt above the rules, and assuaged fears of everyone in between. The doors of the Great Hall were shut and locked. He was dreaming of his bed as he half listened to Dumbledore give instructions. He might have fallen asleep while standing up if a scream didn’t echo around the mostly silent hall. He turned to the Gryffindor corner while Dinah was fighting against the hold of Professor Snape.

Students were sitting up from their beds to watch the excitement.

“Go back to bed,” Percy ordered as he walked towards the commotion. He pulled Dinah away from Snape who looked ready to curse her into submission if someone didn’t remove her immediately.

“Dinah-.”

“No, you listen here, Percy Weasley. You and then entire Ministry of Magic can’t stop me, my best friend is out there with a serial killer,” she yelled and Percy froze, he had forgotten about Elle. Dinah almost slipped out of his grasp, but he pulled her back.

“Dinah, you need to stay here.”

“Oh fuck off, I’m going and-.”

“I’m going to go find her, but I need you to stay here.” Dinah eyed him suspiciously before relaxing. He waited a moment, just to make sure she wasn’t going to run, before releasing her. “Now please, go back to bed.” She took a step back, blue eyes never leaving him. “I promise, I’ll find her.”

“If she’s dead, I’ll kill you Weasley,” she snapped and as Percy marched past curious students and nervous professors, he prayed she wasn’t dead, and not only for his sake.

The castle was completely empty, his footsteps echoing against the stone walls. He wanted to be quiet, the thought of being caught by the murderer sending him spiraling. He checked the classroom where he had left her, the astronomy tower, and every classroom in between. Now he was standing in the library, hollering her name now that Madam Pince wasn’t here to scold him. He was about ready to go and fall under Dinah’s knife when his eyes turned to the restricted section.

He pushed open the gate and walked down the dark aisles until he arrived at the end, where the only table in the restricted section resided. And there she was, sleeping on a book. He let out a breath and fell to his knees beside her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her awake. She glanced up; the edge of the book pressed into her cheek.

“Oh hi,” she said sleepily, a yawn stretching across her face.

“Oh hi? Oh hi? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he yelled, and she jumped, anger replacing shock as quickly as it had come.

“Last time I checked; I don’t answer to you.”

“Elle-.”

“No, just cause I’m snogging you doesn’t mean that I have answer your every beck and call.”

“Elle-.”

“Stop interrupting, I-.”

“Sirius Black is in the castle.”

“I- wait what?”

“That’s what the screams were about. Sirius Black attacked the Fat Lady. Everyone is in the Great Hall, except you. Dinah was freaking out and I came to find you. That’s why I’ve been searching for you,” he rushed out. He waited for backlash, but the only thing that came was her lips against his. He pulled her closer and he realized, sleep wasn’t really what he needed at all. He relaxed into her hold, pulling her down to the floor.

“Thank you,” she whispered. He nodded, kissing her again, relishing in the feeling of his muscles relaxing at her touch. “I’d give you a proper thank you, but I think you said there’s a murderer in the castle.”

“Of course,” he whispered breathlessly, cursing every word that came out of his mouth. When she was kissing him, he almost didn’t give a damn about Head Boy, or Sirius Black, or anything in between. She helped him up, throwing her bag over her shoulder and leading him out of the library. He was itching to touch her, but he kept his hands by his side, sparing a touch only as he ushered her through the door. She leaned into his hand before pulling away towards the Gryffindor corner, meeting Dinah halfway. He watched as Dinah hugged her and wished he could do the same. Thirty minutes ago, he had been sure she was dead and now he had to give her back up to the masses. He wished he had been able to convince her to stay hidden a bit longer.

He shook his head, that was dangerous thought, one that implied real care, one that study buddies and snog sessions didn’t allow. She glanced over her shoulder as Dinah dragged her away, mouthing one final ‘thank you’. He awkwardly raised his hand before returning to the Professors.

“I’m glad you were able to find Ms. Wilton,” McGonagall whispered, and his eyes shot to hers, nervous that she knew, nervous that everyone knew.

“Uh, yes, me too.” She turned away and Percy breathed deeply before allowing his eyes to wander back Elle and Dinah. They were whispering to one another, sharing a bed mat as they spoke. He turned away before anyone noticed and followed McGonagall towards the rest of the professors, ignoring all instinct to return his gaze and pushing away all dangerous thoughts

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percydarling · 1 year

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My Pride and Joy

Chapter 2: Arthur

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye You were bigger than the whole sky

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Molly slams the door in his face. The other kids are holed up in the twins room, murmuring among themselves, saying what, he doesn’t know. All he knows is that he made a big mistake.

He hadn’t meant to drive Percy away, all he wanted was to caution his son against becoming a pawn. However, Arthur had lost himself when Percy decided to accuse him of being an ‘ambitionless fool who had led his children to poverty’

All he had seen was red at that moment and blurted out all the things he shouldn’t have said to his son. When arguing with Percy, it hadn’t felt like a fight with his son, rather a fight with one of his brothers’ or peers’. That had shocked Arthur.

He didn’t treat Percy as a son. He treated him as he would treat one of his co-workers.

He makes his way to the couch, readying himself mentally for the uncomfortable night ahead and hoping his back doesn’t hurt him in the morning.

Arthur wishes he felt guilt for what he had done but he didn’t. He did regret saying what he said to Percy but not enough to owl Percy and beg him back.

Arthur would not beg .

He sinks his body into the couch, the sensation of uncomfort crawls over him making his body hurt. He can’t. He cannot lie here, instead he sits up and stares blankly outside the window.

A son. Arthur did treat Percy as his son, hadn’t he? He’d done his best with Percy, didn’t he? With Bill and Charlie it was easier, they were childish and immature in the sense that had mellowed over the years, yet they still could get up to mischief and require their dad scolding them to bring them back to their senses.

But Percy was just so mature, for his age! At any age really, bloody hell sometimes he made Arthur feel like a child! Him, a 40 year old man for Merlin’s sake!

It was..it was different .

During the war, the first one that is (because Arthur knows, he knows there is going to be another one, Dumbledore is right there has to be) Arthur was fighting, fighting for his family, for Molly and for his kids and his brothers and then he was grieving, grieving for his friends and for his brothers.

So many people died, so many innocents, so so many.

Arthur wasn’t the same after the war. Not the same person he was when he was with Bill and Charlie. The same with Molly because she too had been changed by the war, orphaned but not familyless, never familyless.

He didn’t have a chance with Percy. By the time Percy had seen him for the first time, he had learnt to walk, learnt to talk and Merlin he could talk! Arthur had never heard a toddler speak so fluently and that too with such a large vocabulary. He wanted to know Percy but then there were the twins and Ron and Ginny..

And that’s not an excuse. Arthur reprimands himself. It wasn’t fair to Percy, he wasn’t fair and it hurt him that he wasn’t as close to his third son like the others. It burns him from the inside.

He slowly gets up from the couch, adamant on not making any noise. Ginny’s a light sleeper, (especially after the diary incident), once she’s awake, she refuses to go back to sleep, the dark circles under her eyes keep increasing day by day.

He climbs up the stairs as softly as he can, skipping the step that creaks ( he had intended on getting that fixed, must have slipped his mind) and on the landing, all doors are shut except for one.

He must have forgotten to shut his door.

Arthur steps inside, the window overlooking the backyard where the hen coops are placed. It’s not a very large room. Suddenly, the house that had seemed so huge feels very very small in this space.

He sits on the bed, staring at the bookshelf that now seems half empty, 2 rows empty and the third row with half of the books filling it. Of course, he took his books, what would he do without them? Why did Percy hole himself up here all the time? It’s a ridiculous question to ask. Arthur knows why or he can make a decent guess - escape.

To a boy who grew up shielded from the terror, hiding from the world, maybe escape is all he can yearn for.

Arthur cracks a smile, he doesn’t reflect on the fight or words he’s spewed about. He had a fight! With Percy! In a roundabout wrong sense of the word (“Arthur have you gone mad?!” Molly scolds in his head) it feels good to fight with Percy.

He has never fought with Percy, Percy never made a mistake that he had to punish him for. Never. Percy was bloody perfect, the pinnacle of ‘the perfect diligent child’. Even Bill had caused trouble before that had Arthur fuming! As he fought with Percy, it had made him feel like Percy was his child because whatever the kids may believe about Molly being the one with the temper, they got it from Arthur, the red flaming taste of anger, yes that was all Arthur.

It had made him feel so excited and pumped up because he was fighting with Percy, Percy of all people!

And it shouldn’t.

It definitely should not make him feel alive and feel like he’s energised and wants another go at someone. It should not and in the morning, he’ll regret thinking that. He’ll regret it when he’s thinking straight, he’s driven his son out of his home.

Exiled him. That’s too big of a word to use but it fits the situation.

He lies down on the bed, it’s comfortable and warm. It’s Percys’.

Suddenly all that about feeling good vanishes as he hugs Percy’s pillow close to his chest and cries as softly as he could. Clutching the pillow, just so he could have something of Percy’s in his hands, he’s not sure how long before he could hug his son like this.

What had he done?

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