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captainsophiestark · 6 months
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The One and Only Exception
Percy Weasley x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2023!
Fandom: Harry Potter
Day 13 Prompt: "Come with me, hurry."
Summary: When Y/N and Percy end up in a small closet together hiding from angry Slytherins, certain feelings may finally come to light.
Word Count: 1,628
Category: Fluff
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"This is why you're my best friend."
I grinned as Oliver Wood, my regular partner in crime, whispered from next to me in the secret passage where we crouched. Normally, we were partners in Quidditch-based crime, coming up with the most amazing plays to destroy our opponents on the field. We'd been doing it since first year, even before anyone had been willing to listen to us and our Quidditch opinions.
Now, however, we were partners in crime in something that fit our Beater pair more than either of us. But with a match against Slytherin on the horizon and them playing ridiculous, cheaty mind games, I'd convinced Oliver to join me in doing the same.
We were going to get back at them by getting in their heads, the same way they'd been spending time trying to get in ours. And as soon as Marcus Flint came around the corner, ideally with a few other members of his team, our hovering bubbles of water and flour would drop down on them from the ceiling and our revenge would begin.
Thankfully, we didn't have to wait much longer. As we'd expected, Flint came into the hallway with his Beaters trailing him. Oliver and I waited for the perfect moment, then with a wave of our wands, dropped the balloons and flour smack onto their heads.
They froze in their tracks, horror on their faces, before they looked around wildly and angrily. Oliver and I shared a maniacal grin, then took off running in opposite directions as planned as Flint roared.
"WHO DID THAT?"
Oliver disappeared up the secret corridor as I popped into the hallway with the Slytherins, drawing their attention before disappearing around the corner of a castle hallway. Ideally neither of us would get caught, but Oliver was the Quidditch captain, so we needed to make sure he didn't get blamed for this lest the whole team be punished. Hence my part.
I could hear the footsteps of the Slytherins pounding against the cobblestones behind me, but I just cackled and picked up the pace, racing ahead. I flew around another corner, intending to put on a little more speed, but stopped dead in my tracks thanks to an unexpected obstacle. Percy Weasley, Oliver's roommate and one of my friends since first year, was walking down the hallway, completely oblivious of me and the angry Slytherins on my trail.
"Whoa! Y/N, what are you-"
"No time! Come with me, hurry!" I cried, grabbing Percy's arm and dragging him along after me. He immediately slowed me down, and if we kept going at this pace, Flint and his friends would catch us for sure.
Time for plan B.
I readied my wand and leveled it at the nearest door off the corridor, blasting it open before ducking inside, dragging Percy with me. I quickly shut the door behind us, relocking it with magic and then freezing to avoid making noise that would give us away.
"Really, Y/N, what on earth-"
"Percy, sh!" I said, raising my finger to my lips and staring him down with wide eyes. He didn't look completely pleased, but he listened, settling in to stare at me with his arms crossed while I watched the door.
I thought that would be that, but then Percy grabbed my arm to turn my attention back to him, one eyebrow raised almost into his hairline in demanding question. I sighed, then leaned in to whisper in his ear.
In the back of my mind, I realized just how closely together that put us, chest to chest in this tiny dark storage closet. I tried my best to force that train of thought to be quiet, especially since I was sure Percy didn't feel the same as I did.
"The Slytherins have been messing with our Quidditch team worse than usual," I whispered. "So, I'm helping my best friend by getting them back. We set a trap with water balloons and flour in the hallway, dumped it right on Flint's head, and got the Beaters too. After I triggered the prank, I took off and they chased. I ran into you, dragged us both in here so we wouldn't get caught, and now we're waiting for them to pass."
I leaned back at bit to gauge Percy's reaction, and for just a second, I thought I saw a faint blush on his cheeks through the dark. Then, I noticed his deep frown.
"What were you thinking!" he hissed, at least remembering to keep his voice down this time. "You know I'm the Head Boy, don't you? I have to get you in trouble for this!"
"Or..." I started, giving Percy a little smile as an idea came to me. He raised his eyebrows, still looking a little outraged, so I continued. "Percy, did you actually see me do anything wrong?"
"...Well, no. But I just heard you confess to dropping water balloons on the Slytherins-"
"Percy. I just saved you from an angry Marcus Flint, who absolutely had it coming, by the way. For once in your life just be chill."
He stared at me, stress written on every single line of his face, then finally sighed, his shoulders falling as he closed his eyes.
"Okay."
"Wait, really?"
He looked at me again, clearly incredibly tired of my nonsense. Maybe he was just trying to fake me out...
"Really, Y/N. I... you made a decent enough argument that I suppose, just this once..." he cleared his throat and rubbed at the back of his neck, and this time I definitely caught him blushing. "I suppose I can let it go."
"I freaking love you," I laughed, flinging my arms around him and pulling him in tight for a hug. He froze like a statue, then slowly, wrapped his arms around my waist. As he did, I realized what I'd just said, and I felt heat rising to my own face, too.
We stayed like that for a few beats, part of me not wanting to pull away and deal with the tension now blanketing this closet. After a moment, though, I did, slowly. Percy didn't drop his arms from around my waist, and I left mine around his neck as we made eye contact, all the humor and lightness gone.
"Percy..." I breathed. I glanced down at his lips before I could stop myself, and when I quickly looked back up after realizing what I'd done, I found Percy's gaze had wandered to my lips, too.
I smiled to myself, then leaned in and kissed him without letting myself think twice about it. I'd had a crush on Percy since fifth year, and Oliver had spent all of that time telling me to stop being a chicken and just ask him out. Now, two years later, I was finally managing to do just that.
Percy kissed me back as soon as he'd realized what was happening, and I smiled into the kiss. After a moment we pulled away, and I met Percy's eyes, wide with shock but a small smile on his face. I was practically glowing.
"You just kissed me," he said, like he still couldn't quite believe it. I nodded.
"I sure did. And I'm gonna do it again."
Percy huffed a quiet, happy laugh, then met me half way as I leaned back in towards him. Marcus Flint and the angry Slytherins were completely forgotten as I ran one hand through Percy's hair at the base of his neck, and he wrapped his arms even tighter around me.
"Hey, I think it's finally safe for you-"
Percy and I jumped apart and whirled around as the door flew open, revealing Oliver. I guess he'd come to find me once the danger of the Slytherins had passed, unfortunately for me. Oliver, Percy, and I stared at each other with wide eyes for a few moments, and then Oliver's face broke into a grin.
"FINALLY! I've had to spend years hearing you talk about Percy nonstop, only to go to bed and hear Percy talking about you until I hit him with a pillow!"
Percy and I exchanged a glance. I couldn't believe that all this time, he'd been just as hung up on me as I'd been on him.
"Alright, I don't need to see the lovey-dovey stuff even though I'm happy for you," Oliver said, putting his hand back on the door and taking a step back into the hallway. "Y/N, don't be late for practice. I expect to see you on the field in twenty minutes."
With that, he slammed the door again, leaving Percy and I alone in the small, dark space.
"You... you've talked to Oliver about me?" asked Percy, hesitant hope in his voice. I smiled.
"Of course. He's my best friend, and I've had a crush on you for years."
Percy beamed. "So have I."
"Well, I'm glad we finally got that cleared up then," I said, taking Percy's hand in the dark. It was amazing neither of us were literally glowing with happiness. "So... maybe we could do something this weekend? A date, or something?"
"I'd love that," he replied. "It's a Hogsmeade weekend, so perhaps some tea?"
"That sounds perfect." I leaned in to kiss him again, a short peck on the lips, then I pulled back and flung the closet door open. "I need to go or I'm going to be late to practice, and then Oliver will kill me, but... I'll see you in the Common Room tonight?"
"I'll see you tonight," he said with a little nod. I beamed back at him, then blew him one last kiss before taking off down the hallway again, headed for the Quidditch pitch outside, still floating on air. My prank on Flint had worked out even better than I'd hoped it would.
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viridousl · 6 months
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New Percy Weasley Fic yay
Depressed people need hobbies, except the depressed person is Percy Weasley. And the hobby is screaming about his family issues into a microphone.
AKA: Percy Weasley accidentally enters the muggle world and makes friends and joins a band.
Percy remembers, when he was little, when he looked at his older brothers, quiet, steady Bill, and loud, excitable Charlie, and he thought Charlie was cooler. He wanted to be like Charlie, wild and free, and Percy thought that while dragons weren’t interesting to him, he could find something that he was passionate about.
It had been music. Younger Percy loved music. He wanted a guitar, but they couldn’t afford it. He wanted any sort of instrument, he wanted to sing, he dreamed of being in a band.
He grew up, of course. At some point he realized that he had to be responsible for his younger siblings, that he had to do well in school, that silly dreams like running away and joining a band would break his mother’s heart (Bill at least, told their parents he was leaving, but Charlie had snuck away into the night with only a letter. Percy’s favorite older brother changed that night.).
But the fact remained that Percy loved music. When his dorm-mates caught him singing in the showers at Hogwarts, he was embarrassed but delighted when they told him he had a good singing voice. He reluctantly shared his childhood dreams of music, and in his third year, Oliver gifted him a transfigured guitar. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the most cherished gift Percy had ever received.
He taught himself how to play it, using books, and he practiced and practiced, but he didn’t often have time for it, especially since he was unwilling to let anyone hear him play a single note.
Eventually, between Prefect duties and his younger siblings, and O.W.L.s and homework, Percy’s guitar was left at home while he went to Hogwarts, and slowly collected dust. He started bringing it out less and less, until eventually, it lay forgotten until the Burrow is burnt down.
Fred is dead. Fred is dead, and Percy hates this rebuilt version of the Burrow. He doesn’t belong here, with these siblings who surely think he should’ve died instead of Fred, with his father that he didn’t completely reconcile with, in this house that didn’t have his things in it anymore. He fought so hard to make amends right before the final battle, but it feels as if it were all to waste. He heads back to his apartment and feels nothing but relief, ready to go back to his endless, repeating days of Ministry work and quiet.
He takes the Muggle way to work every once in a while, to stretch his legs. To add flavor to his bland life. And that’s when he sees it.
There’s a guitar in the window of a shop, and Percy looks in through the window and sees that it’s a music shop. It feels like the air he breathes in is crisper, for a moment, the air lighter.
He keeps walking. He can’t afford to be late to work.
The guitar stays in his mind, and suddenly he’s walking to work every day, just to look at the guitar in the window sill.
He’s 22 years old, and it feels like his entire life is behind him already, wasted potential and crushed dreams. But his fingers itch to feel the strings on that guitar, and suddenly he starts feeling younger.
He holds out from buying the guitar for a full week, and then goes to Gringotts and takes money out of his vault, and converts it into Muggle money. (He has his own vault, and he can remember when that thought made him giddy with excitement, and now he’s light-headed and smiling again.)
It takes him longer than he’d like to admit, to remember how his fingers are supposed to move. But soon he’s playing and singing in the emptiness of his lonely apartment but he’s never felt less lonely in ages.
He spends every spare minute he has playing, and one day someone knocks on his apartment door. He opens it slowly, wary because no one knocks on his door, and it’s the college student who lives a few doors down. Percy has bumped into the kid before, but can’t really remember his name, but apparently, he knows Percy’s, and he’s asking if Percy wants to join his band.
And, what the hell. He needs friends. So he accepts.
The first time he meets the band, it feels awkward, but then they play a simple song together, and suddenly he’s being smiled at. He learns their names; Jack, the neighbor, who’s the drummer, Daniel, who they joking refer to as their manager, but is actually the singer. There’s also Thomas, their bassist, and Georgia, who had been their lead guitarist before Percy came along, but had gleefully transferred to being their keyboardist. They call themselves The Afterlife Lies, and when Percy asks why, Daniel mumbles something about his grandfather, and Percy drops it. He doesn’t like talking about his family either.
Percy has… friends. It’s a good feeling.
Percy starts talking to people more, starts finding things to do outside of work, stops doing so much overtime, and goes to bars with his friends. He gets one of his ears pierced. He feels alive.
He also starts learning more about the Muggle world. There’s something called a computer, and internet, and apparently not having “at the very least, a television” is strange, so he buys one. Then he buys a computer, because apparently he can have a million books at his fingertips, and the Muggles don’t have magic, but they have science, and that’s fascinating too. He used to hate his father for being so obsessed with Muggle things, especially when he kept his attention away from his own children, but this… this is amazing.
His band uploads covers of songs onto their internet, but soon they begin composing their own songs. It takes Percy months to work up the courage to compose a song for them himself, and even more time before he plays the song in front of them, with his guitar, singing the lyrics with a steady voice.
His friends are dead silent.
“Oh my god,” Georgia says. “Why didn’t you tell anyone you’re a better singer than Daniel?”
“I am not,” Percy protests immediately, ears turning red, but everyone starts talking over him.
“Some of our songs have the right rhythms for Percy to both sing and play guitar, but others we either still need Daniel or we need someone to take over being lead guitarist,” Thomas plans, and Daniel nods.
“I think I know someone,” He says, and Percy gapes at him.
“You guys are going to make me steal Daniel’s spot!” He argues, and Daniel shakes his head.
“There’s a reason we don’t play in venues often, and all our songs get uploaded online.” He says. “I get stage fright. If we can find another person to take over, then we can plan more public performances.” He smiles crookedly. “I always wanted to be the man behind the curtain.”
Percy doesn’t know how to respond to this, and soon Rebecca is introduced to the band, being an ex-girlfriend of Daniel’s, but they parted amicably. She kind of intimidates Percy at first, but she plays guitar well, better than Percy, so he ignores it.
They start going to venues more, and soon they have to choose bigger and bigger places to play, because apparently people like hearing Percy sing, and soon they aren’t choosing places to play just to get their music out there, but they’re choosing venues to play to account for their fans filling the place up. It’s a good feeling, and Percy’s inner child is screaming in delight. Hadn’t he always dreamed of fame, of a bit of recognition? And for it to be about something he was truly passionate about…
He sometimes feels like he doesn’t deserve it. These friends, this music, these fans…
But his friends are there to pat him on the shoulder and give him hugs and they tell him that he is worth it, that he deserves good things . 
He feels so good about it that when he’s 23, he stops by the Burrow for Christmas. He had spent the last one with his friends, and found out that quite a few of them didn’t look forward to the holidays. Mum invites him every year, but it’s been years since he’s actually attended.
It… Well. It goes.
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neowriterperciver · 1 year
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Headcanon 7
Percy Weasley self-harmed during his final years at Hogwarts and relapsed for a few months after the battle, with the memory of Fred dying in front of him and the guilt of not being able to save him and feeling that he had killed him.
Oliver Wood did everything at all times for Percy to recover.
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ffangirlingsince2001 · 3 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.
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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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AUDREY: Sunday
From the flash fic collection Days That End In Y
prompt: finding reasons not to leave
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It wasn’t often that Percy took ill — there was simply no time for it — and never on weekdays if it could be helped. Even then, he was wont to work through the sneezing and headaches and fatigue, except on such occasions as Audrey saw fit to intervene.
But at times, much like everyone else, even Percy Weasley was inclined to be unwell given the right circumstances — or, rather, the wrong ones.
“You know, I think I feel a bit poorly.”
Percy only ever said these words when he neither looked nor felt poorly at all; with a false candour, an affected calm, and always a significant glance at Audrey.
“You’re sure?”
He allowed himself a moment’s reflection before deciding with a nod, “Yes. Is that all right?”
“Of course.” Audrey ran her fingers through his hair, just above his ear. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Sometimes he did, but sometimes there was just nothing to say that she didn’t already know: That he’d had a long week, perhaps, and his patience was hanging by a thread; or that for no apparent reason he’d awoken that day under a persistent storm cloud and wanted nothing more than to withdraw into himself. That as much as he’d like to try, on occasion something in him could not weather George’s quips or his mother’s cosseting or the way he could always tell when Bill was quietly laughing at him, which was somehow worse than when others did it outright.
That even after years and years of practice it was still difficult to bear with equanimity the way anything that made him happy could be spun into something to be ridiculed — no achievement or promotion could be shared without snide commentary; he hadn’t even received congratulations on his engagement back then until after the initial response of, “Audrey, blink twice if you need rescuing.”
That for reasons he often couldn’t articulate even to himself, and despite the tremendous guilt, he simply could not face them today.
Audrey didn’t push when he shook his head, allowing him to fall back into a pensive lull as she busied herself about the kitchen.
At last she ventured, “Anything you’d rather do instead?”
Percy’s mouth twisted in thought as he stared at nothing in particular; then he glanced out the window, where the weather was still fine.
“I think I fancy a walk. When Molly’s nap’s finished?” He gave her a fond smile. “What do you say?”
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screamingpandas1452 · 2 years
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Based off this post:
Ao3 version:
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The Weasley family wasn't particularly known for keeping secrets very well. If someone had a big secret it would probably would be out to the whole family by next week.
That's why, when George sees that his brother, Percy (Percy!!), had several tattoos, he almost immediately told the whole family.
It had happened 10 years after the war(how had he kept a secret that long?), George had his bad days (his twin had died, so obviously), but luckily this day had been pretty good.
He had gone to the bathroom and, since one of his ears had been destroyed, he didn't here the shower on. When he walked in he saw Percy in the shower completely naked, with some tattoos.
Wait, George thought. Tattoos?
He didn't have time for another thought when-
"George!" Percy shrieked, he grabbed the curtain and yanked it close. "What are you doing? Get out! I'm showering!"
George stood there for a few more seconds and then, "Sorry couldn't hear the shower. You know."
His voice came from behind the curtain, "I really don't care. Can you get out and not tell anyone about this?"
"Um- yeah sure, whatever," George said, not really paying attention to what he was saying, and backed out of the room and closed the door.
So, George thought, Percy has a tattoo. Huh, looks like all of the Weasley siblings are disappointments.
It wasn't a secret that Molly was a firm believer of "tattoos and piercings are bad!" It also wasn't a secret that all of the Weasley children had both of those things. Besides Percy, at least. Well, that's what they thought. Apparently he had tattoos as well!
He walked back to the living room. All of the Weasley siblings were there(besides Percy, of course). It was a " Weasley siblings reunion! No partners or children or parents aloud!" The rest of the family would hang out on their own and then come back to The Burrow at dinner.
"You look like you saw a ghost," Bill said with an amused tone of voice.
George rubbed his neck, "I-uh, saw Percy in the shower."
Ginny scoffed, "That's it? Pathetic!"
"No, no, you don't understand!" He leaned in and whispered, "he has tattoos!"
"Really?" Ron said in disbelief. "Are you sure you didn't, I don't know- missee(is that a word?) Something?"
He scoffed, "I may only have one ear, but I'm not blind!"
Suddenly, Percy walked into the room and everyone went oddly quiet.
"What are we talking about?" He asked with a smile.
"Nothing!" Charlie squeaked. "No secrets or anything like that!"
He sighed, "I'm not an idiot. Did George tell you about my tattoos?"
Everyone looked at each other and then nodded.
"Do not tell mum or dad, okay?"
Again, everyone nodded.
"So..." Ginny said. "Can we see them?"
For at least a week it was a secret to the parents. That's a story for another time.
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Black Sheep | Chapter Three: Nicknamers
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Kings Cross station was just as crowded as it had always been, but that day, it didn’t bother Percy Weasley in the slightest. Striding confidently ahead of his family with his brand new owl sitting comfortably in his cage, he didn’t think that a single thing could have bothered him. It was his first official day as a prefect.
He smiled a little to himself as he thought about it. As he glided towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten, he hardly even acknowledged the five of his eight family members walking behind him. In his mind he was alone - and he quite liked it that way. “Percy!” His mother’s piercing voice quickly brought him back to reality.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, the fifteen year old stopped, turning around to find that the rest of his family had stopped as well, though it looked as if his siblings had done it reluctantly. His mother wasn’t looking at him or any of them - with her hand still tightly holding Ginny’s, his mother was looking pensively at a young boy talking to a Muggle station guard not far away. Percy turned his cart back and went over to see what was wrong.
“What is it?” he asked curiously.
“Oh, you know,” started Fred, “Mum’s just demonstrating the art of people watching.”
As Percy rolled his eyes, his mother shushed them all. “I thought I heard that boy say ‘Hogwarts’ as we passed him.”
His ginger eyebrows furrowed as he followed his mother’s line of sight. The boy was small, but all the same he could be Ron’s age, Percy’s youngest brother who was starting at Hogwarts this year. The bespeckled boy had messy black hair and clothes that were much too big for him, but atop his cart sat a caged snowy owl. “Think he’s a Muggleborn?” Percy quipped to his mother.
“That’d be my guess,” she answered with a similar look on her face. “I wonder why he’s all alone. Where are his parents?”
“How do Muggleborns find the platform?” Ron thought aloud.
“I think they’re meant to be told when they get their letter,” the matriarch answered distractedly, her mind obviously elsewhere.
As the boy got more desperate and the guard he was talking to got more frustrated, Percy knew exactly what his mother was thinking. “Should we go and help him?” Percy asked, and as he did, he puffed his chest out a little bit, his prefect badge proudly shining from where it was pinned on the breast pocket of his Muggle shirt. He sharply turned his shoulder away from the twins as they sniggered at him.
“No, no,” Molly said quickly. “I think we’d overwhelm the poor boy. I think it’s best if we caught his attention a little more discreetly. Come on, let’s walk by him again, and follow my lead.”
So the Weasleys turned back, walked past the boy again, stopped, made themselves look busy for a moment, then restarted their trek to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. By this time the Muggle guard had walked away from the boy and he looked hopelessly deserted.
“Lovely morning, isn’t it?” their mother started casually as they started to get closer to the boy. “Percy, come on this side of me so he can see your owl,” she ordered in a whisper, and as Percy followed his mother’s instructions, her loud, causal voice returned. “The walk from the Floo was quite nice, don’t you agree? King’s Cross hasn’t changed in the slightest - packed with Muggles, of course, but that’s to be expected.”
Percy didn’t look back, but the fact that his mother had stopped talking made him assume that she had successfully caught his attention. Sure enough, if he listened hard enough, he could hear the wheels of another cart following close behind them. Leading the way again, Percy slowed to a stop not far from the barrier, and as he turned back to his family, there was the Muggleborn, standing not far behind them, listening. 
“Now, what’s the platform number?”
“Nine and three-quarters!” piped little Ginny, right on cue. “Mum, can’t I go . . .”
“You’re not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy,” his mother said to him, and with her look, Percy knew that she wanted him to be an example for the lone boy. “You go first.”
With an understanding nod to his mother, Percy straightened his posture, turned his cart around, and walked confidently to the barrier, well aware of the bespeckled boy’s eyes on him. As he passed through the barrier onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Percy smiled triumphantly, feeling as though he had exemplified proper prefect behavior in how he helped both his mother and that lost boy. Without looking back, he confidently strode through the crowd to the front of the Hogwarts Express to find the prefect’s carriage.
Alone once again, Percy fell back into the confident, unbothered step he had had before, catching snippets of conversations, dodging carts and running children, squeezing through the gaps in the crowds towards the scarlet steam engine - all without breaking his stride in the slightest. It wasn’t until he was actually on board, loading Hermes into one of the designated prefect compartments, that anything was able to tear his attention away - and that came in the form of the red beam of a hex nearly hitting him as he stepped out of the compartment.
He reared himself up, almost excited to administer his first punishment as a prefect, but someone beat him to it. “Maebh!” called out a stern, feminine voice.
“But Gus said - ”
“I don’t care what Gus said, do not hex your brother!”
Still recovering from nearly being hit by a stray hex, Percy blinked a couple of times and focused in on the two girls at the end of the corridor. They looked fairly similar in age though one was considerably shorter, and with their dark brown hair, dark eyes and distinctive Irish accents, they were unmistakably sisters. His eyes fixed on them, Percy hardly noticed a boy with similar dark hair slip past him towards the girls. Only then did he realize that all three of them were wearing Slytherin robes.
“What makes you think you’ve got more authority than Gus? It’s not like you’re a prefect,” the boy said as he approached the girls. Both of the girls glared at the boy, but the taller one’s face quickly fell as she noticed Percy watching them.
“Go on,” she told the both of them, pushing them away from the prefect carriages. Percy took that as his cue to leave as well, and he went off to change into his robes. By the time Cori McMahan had turned to apologize on the behalf of her siblings, he was gone.
With his Hogwarts robes and shiny red-and-gold badge, the whole thing was starting to feel more official. He walked proudly along the platform, his new robes billowing behind him as he searched for his family to give his mother and sister his last goodbyes. He found them near the very end of the train, looking up at him as he approached. He couldn’t help but notice the look of pride in his mother’s watery eyes.
“Can’t stay long, Mother,” he said as he reached the group. “I’m up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves - ”
“Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?” Fred cut in, a feigned surprise in his voice. “You should have said something, we had no idea.”
“Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it,” said George, and Percy sighed, knowing exactly what was coming. “Once - ”
“Or twice - ”
“A minute - ”
“All summer - ”
“Oh, shut up,” Percy finally cracked, losing his professional demeanor.
“How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?” said George reproachfully, and all at once, Percy felt the weight of guilt fall onto his shoulders. That was the one thing he did feel bad about, especially with how it had made his younger siblings look at him. It wasn’t a secret to anyone that he and his family didn’t have much money, and while he felt he was deserving of the owl his parents had given him in honor of being made prefect, as this was what they had done for Bill and Charlie, the new robes were a bit unexpected. He had seen his mother’s face when he had pinned his badge to his faded hand-me-down robes the day he had gotten it in the mail, and while a small part of him felt the same, he would have gladly gotten used to the looks he would receive from his wealthier peers - it wasn’t anything new. Instead, his mother had splurged and he got the same looks, but this time from his brothers.
“Because he’s a prefect,” his mother said fondly, and he knew that she could not be blamed for the conflicted feeling in his chest. She had only wanted what was best for him, after all. “All right, dear, well, have a good term - send me an owl when you get there.”
His mother kissed him on the cheek, and smiling at both her and Ginny, he turned and strode back to the front of the train, trying to force the guilt from his mind.
By the time he had returned to the prefect’s carriage, it was filled with other badge-wearing students, Percy among the youngest of them. He looked around for familiar faces, but didn’t have much luck. Though it was his fifth year at Hogwarts, Percy didn’t have many friends. In previous years, he would spend nearly all of his time studying, aiding the professors, tutoring, and on occasion, spending time with his brothers (mostly Bill and Charlie - he was much too different from Fred and George to hang around them at Hogwarts). He was surprised to see that Bridget Corner had been appointed as the other fifth year Gryffindor prefect. Sure, she was sociable, exemplified by her current situation of leading a conversation with several sixth years, but she never struck him as someone that was particularly responsible. Instead of trying to insert himself into that conversation, Percy elected to sit by the door of the compartment beside a shy-looking blonde with square glasses.
“Hello,” Percy greeted, sitting beside her. She was familiar to him, and with her Ravenclaw robes he figured she was likely in the same Charms class as him, but he couldn’t place her name. “I’m Percy Weasley.”
“I know,” the girl said, crimsoning. “I mean - uh - ” she stuttered - “we’ve had some classes together - ”
“Charms, right?” Percy offered with a sympathetic smile. “I recognize you, too. What was your name again?”
With a thankful smile, she said, “Penelope Clearwater.”
“Congratulations on making prefect, Penelope, it’s really - ”
But the sight of another girl entering the compartment tore his attention away from the Ravenclaw. Though not many even acknowledged her, one of the last coming into the prefect’s carriage, Percy couldn’t stop himself from staring up at the girl he had seen earlier, reprimanding her sister. He was confused more than anything - hadn’t he overheard the girl’s brother saying she wasn’t a prefect?
The Slytherin’s golden brown eyes met the Gryffindor’s soft hazel ones for no more than a second before, with a tight smile, she turned away from him, sitting in the opposite corner by the window.
“Thank you,” Penelope said to him with the smallest hint of sadness. Though not quite picking up on this, Percy turned back to her apologetically.
With a lurch, the train departed from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, and the first official prefect meeting of the year was underway. “Alright,” started a tall, dark haired seventh year in Gryffindor robes, standing in front of the closed compartment doors. “Looks like you’ve all managed to find your way here, so let’s get this party started, shall we?”
A slender Ravenclaw with strawberry blonde hair sighed as she took her place beside him. “Welcome back to Hogwarts everyone, I hope you’ve all had a nice, restful summer. I’m Virginia Ward, your newly appointed Head Girl.” There was a round of applause for her, complete with some cheers and congratulatory whistles from the older prefects. Smiling, Ward curtsied for them all.
“And I’m Immanuel Tanouye, long awaited Head Boy,” said the tall Gryffindor, and he received an applause just as loud as Ward’s, but with a bit more whooping from the seventh years. As Tanouye did an exaggerated bow, Percy tried his best to hide his sneer.
“Now, before we kick things off, I’d like to do a quick roll call for our newcomers to make sure we have everyone, and of course, to get everyone better acquainted,” continued Ward, pulling out a parchment from her robes. As Tanouye leaned closer to her to get a better look at the list, Percy sat up a little straighter, preparing himself. “From Ravenclaw, Penelope Clearwater and Noe Monian?”
Beside him, the ever shy Penelope Clearwater raised her hand, along with a boy sitting by Bridget Corner. Tanouye and Ward looked up at them, smiling and nodding respectively.
“From Gryffindor,” Tanouye started slowly, squinting at the parchment in the Head Girl’s hands. Percy felt his stomach lurch and sat up even more. “Bridget Corner,” he looked up at her as the brunette raised her hand, “and Perceus Weasley?”
“Percy,” Percy said automatically.
The Head Boy looked around at him with furrowed eyebrows. “What?”
“It’s just Percy,” he continued awkwardly, feeling the heavy stares of everyone around him. “Percy Weasley.”
“Right,” Tanouye said slowly. “Percy, got it.”
As the attention shifted away from him, Percy sat back, his face warming. It wasn’t at all the introduction he had been hoping for. Why had his full name been written?
The Head Girl moved on quickly, and Percy was rather thankful for that. “From Hufflepuff, Dorothy Anderson and Frank Edwards?” The fifth year Hufflepuffs made themselves known.
“And finally,” Tanouye said theatrically, taking the parchment from Ward entirely, “from Slytherin, Felix Manning and Corinna McMahan?”
“I go by Cori.”
The timid voice pulled Percy from his self-pity. With attentive eyes, he looked up and across the compartment to the girl he didn’t even think should be here - a girl with deceptively bright eyes and chocolate brown hair that had been moved just enough from her shoulder to show a green-and-silver prefect badge.
The Head Boy (and practically everyone else, though he didn’t notice) looked from the Slytherin, Cori McMahan, to the Gryffindor, Percy Weasley. “Alright,” Tanouye chuckled amusedly. “We’ve got our nicknamers: Cori and Percy. Nothing to be ashamed of,” he assured as he saw their faces paling. “There are always a couple in a class. Hell, sometimes I go by Manny.”
“No one calls you that, Immanuel,” the Head Girl deadpanned, but Percy did not laugh along with the rest of the prefects. He honestly hadn’t even heard her - his eyes were fixed on the other ‘nicknamer’.
Cori did little more than offer a half-hearted smile as those around her laughed at the antics of the Head Boy and Girl. As she looked up, her eyes met those of Percy Weasley as if there was a magnetic force willing them to do so. She was shocked to see his eyes already on her, and she knew exactly what was on his mind - how was Cori McMahan a prefect? He had been the one that her sister had nearly hexed earlier, the one who had heard her thirteen year old brother squash any authority she had tried to convince herself she had. She had seen the way he had looked at her as she walked into the compartment.
But that wasn’t what Percy was thinking at all. He was thinking that of all the other prefects in this compartment, and certainly of all the other fifth years, he was probably most like his fellow nicknamer. He offered her a smile, and felt a warmth in his chest as she returned it.
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edie-k · 2 years
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Title: A Touch of Mystery
Rating: Teen
Pairing: General; very minor Ron/Hermione and Bill/Fleur
Summary: The Weasley brothers have lunch and learn something new about Percy.
Notes: Happy birthday to Percy, my second favorite Weasley! A huge shoutout to @constitutionalweasleymonarchy for the amazing Percy content she’s put out this month (a drabble every day!). And thanks as always to adenei for the beta help.
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“Did I beat Bill?” George asked, as he slid into the seat across from Percy. He and Ron were already seated at the table inside the brothers’ favorite lunch spot.
“Nope. He’s ordering for all of us.” Ron gestured to the tall partition that separated the ordering queue from the dining area.
“Damn. If I’m paying this week, you better not have ordered anything too expensive.”
“I’m lucky that Ron stopped by my office and reminded me of the time otherwise I would have been last and stuck with the tab.” Percy smirked.
A scowl crossed George’s face.“Thanks a lot, Ron.”
Ron chuckled. “It's a habit. Between Percy and Hermione, I think I spend half of every lunch hour trying to convince someone to eat.”
“Food will be ready shortly.” Bill was levitating a tray of drinks in front of him as he rejoined his brothers. He plunked down next to George and held out his hand. George gave a good-natured groan before dropping several coins in his open palm.
“Looks like we got here at the right time. The line was getting long,” Bill remarked.
Ron grimaced. “This is depressing.”
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percydarling · 2 years
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Hiiii guysss, I've been dead for looooong but rest assured I've been working n the chapters for like all the series lmao.
Also good news
I've posted some old work which is like at the bottom of the tumblr page on ao3 so you can see them. YAY!
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angelblacksmith · 2 years
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Percy Weasley Masterlist
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Ekel Tricity
Percy Weasley x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2022!
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: “You’re making my head hurt”
Summary: Percy and Y/N have been dating for a while, and Percy's finally made the "acceptable guests for a family vacation" list. However, since he's dating a muggle whose family doesn't know about magic, he's going to have to live like a muggle for a week. Despite his best efforts to prepare, he's certainly still got a lot to learn.
Word Count: 1,674
Category: Fluff
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"Percy!" I cried as I flung the door open to find my boyfriend on the other side, looking a little tired but smiling nonetheless. I wasted no time wrapping him in a tight hug, burying my head in his chest as he hugged me back.
"Hello, Y/N. It's good to see you," he said, kissing my hair before we pulled apart. "To be quite honest, I'm just relieved I actually made it."
I shot a grin at him as I led him inside, grabbing his suitcase before closing the door behind him.
"It wasn't that bad, was it?"
"Honestly, I don't know how you muggles do it," he sighed, flopping down in the nearest chair without even taking off his coat. "I spoke to at least three men who just glared at me when I asked for directions, and when someone finally gave me answer, they gave me directions to the wrong place!"
I hid a laugh in my hand as I wrapped my arms around Percy's shoulders from behind, leaning my head against his.
"I'm sorry it was such an ordeal," I said. "But if you want, I could try to teach you how to use a thing muggles use to get around... it's called Google Maps-"
"Y/N, we're back! Is Percy here yet?"
I stopped short, kissing Percy's cheek before pulling away. I shot him a wink, then turned towards the doorway my family was coming through. They'd gone out for brunch earlier, but I'd decided not to go with them so I could be here whenever Percy finally arrived.
My family and I took a vacation together every year, and this time, I'd invited Percy. We'd been together for more than a year, and he'd finally told me he was a wizard a few months ago. Although my family didn't know that particular secret, he'd definitely reached family-vacation status.
"He just got here," I said, smiling as my family made their way in. They'd all met Percy before, and despite his exhaustion, he seemed genuinely happy to see everyone. We all chatted and exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes, but I could see how badly it was wearing on my already-exhausted boyfriend.
"So, Percy, tell us about your trip here," started my mom, leaning forward across the counter like she was readying for a long, in-depth story. I jumped in before either of them could get rolling.
"Actually, mom, Percy's pretty wiped out from the trip. I think we might just go upstairs and watch a movie, or else take a nap," I said. Her eyes widened and she leaned back with a nod.
"Of course! Get some rest. We've got all kinds of fun planned for the week, so you'll need all the energy you can muster."
Percy smiled and nodded, then grabbed his bag as I led him out of the room. We headed upstairs to our shared room, and Percy was clearly dragging as we went.
"Is it pathetic that I'm already missing my wand?" he sighed, dropping his bag at the foot of the bed before plopping down on the soft mattress. I smiled as I moved to sit next to him.
"Maybe a little," I teased, leaning into him. "But considering how immediately weakened I am without my phone... I can't judge you too hard."
Percy nodded. "Yes, I know how important those are to muggles."
I raised an eyebrow. Despite our relationship coming up on the year and a half mark, Percy had learned almost nothing about muggle technology.
"The ekel tricity that buzzes in your hand is clearly necessary, although I must admit I still don't quite get the appeal of it."
I stared at him, honestly too stunned to speak. Before I could figure out how to phrase any of the questions his statement left, he stood with a huff and walked across the room to the tv.
"Well, shall we stare at the telly vision while one of your muggle stories is acted out?" he asked, turning back to me with his hands on his hips and all the confidence in the world. "Or would you rather listen to a music box with ekel tricity instead? A radio, I believe?"
Percy waited for my response expectantly, a proud expression on his face. I gaped back at him. I honestly had no idea where to even start responding to all that.
"I... Perce... what are you saying?" I asked, unable to help a slight laugh in my voice. He frowned, but it was quickly replaced with the same confident expression he'd had before.
"Impressed, right? I may have finally sat down with my father for a few lessons on all your muggle techy nology in order to prepare for my week living as a muggle," he said, giving me a smug grin. I hid my smile behind my hand. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but the past three minutes of his speech had been utter nonsense.
"Perce..." I started, trying to be as gentle as possible. "It is so, so sweet that you wanted to learn about muggle stuff for me and my family. Really, that's wonderful. I appreciate it."
Percy's smiled widened, and he gave me a pleased nod.
"I really hate to tell you this, after all of that, but... almost nothing you said made any sense."
Percy's expression changed to one of shock as he processed my words, then his face fell.
"What? Are you sure?" I nodded, and a fierce blush quickly rose up his neck and across his face, all the way to the tips of his ears. "Oh. Well, that's... hm."
"Oh, babe," I stood and crossed the room to where Percy stood, floundering and clearly embarrassed. "It's okay. It's not your fault that wizards rarely bother to learn things about muggles. You had no reliable source material to draw on, no matter how well-meaning your father is."
Percy sighed. "I suppose. I just... I wanted to impress you."
"You already have," I said, giving him a soft smile and an equally soft kiss. I rested my hands on his shoulder, and I could feel his muscles relax as I moved to kiss his cheek, and then the tip of his nose. "The fact that you tried at all means the world to me. But... if you really want to learn, I could certainly teach you what things actually do here, and how they work."
Percy took a deep breath and let it out slowly, collecting himself and shifting his mindset. He'd come a long, long way from where he used to be, even when I'd first met him, and it made me so proud to see him doing so well.
"I would love that, Y/N," he said, closing his eyes and leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Thank you."
"Anytime. Anything, for you."
He hummed and smiled against my skin, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tighter to him as he did.
"So... if you want to start, this is called a 'tv'. A bunch of tiny particles get sent from a place far away to here, through the air, and the tv picks them up and interprets them. Then we get a visual version of those particles that ends up looking kind of like a moving portrait, but it tells stories that already exist and that don't change and that you can't talk to."
"You're making my head hurt."
"Sorry," I grimaced. "There's definitely a better way for me to explain this... Let me see if I can find something that might be easier to understand-"
I turned to grab my phone, but Percy stopped me with a light squeeze to my waist and I looked back up at him.
"Before we do that... any chance we could take that nap you mentioned to your parents? I think I might need full use of my mental faculties to understand whatever it is you're about to explain to me."
"Not a bad idea," I agreed. I started walking backwards towards the bed, and Percy moved with me. "Thankfully, beds and naps work the same in the muggle world and the wizarding world."
"Thank God for that," he sighed dramatically. I laughed as we fell into the bed together, then shuffled around until we were under the covers. We didn't even bother to change out of our jeans, and Percy only shrugged off his coat as an afterthought.
"I'm going to set an alarm for an hour and a half," I told him, rolling over to grab my phone. He hummed his agreement, and when I turned back to lay my head on his chest, I found him staring at me through tired, squinted eyes. "You okay?"
"I'm debating asking you about that thing you just did with your... telly phone..."
"Later," I decided for him. "After sleep."
"Hmm. I agree."
With that, he pulled me closer to him and closed his eyes. I snuggled up against his chest, closing my eyes as well, even though I wasn't really all that tired. Percy fell asleep in minutes, and I was surprised to find myself not far behind him. The warmth of the room combined with the soft sound of his heartbeat and the safe embrace of his arms was overpowering, and I quickly drifted off next to my boyfriend.
He still had a thousand things to learn about the muggle world, and I was in about the same boat with the wizarding world. But in the end, it didn't matter. We were meant for each other, and figuring out new things along the way would only make us better, together.
I couldn't wait for where our lives of different worlds lead us next. Other than to the tv, and an education of all the best muggle movies that Percy had to see, that is.
Although undeniably, that part would be incredibly fun too.
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1littleshippergirl1 · 2 years
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No guarantees here but I'm gonna try to write 25 Christmas themed fics so I can post one every day in December until Christmas
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neowriterperciver · 1 year
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Percy is gay
X: Did you know every 1 out of 4 siblings is gay?
–Weasley siblings are shocked except for one–
Percy Weasley be like: iits gonna be me…
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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
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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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Black Sheep | Chapter One: The Light
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For the very first time in all his memory, the only sound that he could hear was the lulling ebb and flow of the sea. The wind still howled past his ears, the seabirds still called, and if he really tried to listen, he could still hear the distant but ever-present noise of his rowdy brothers - but louder than them all was the sea. He had never felt more at peace.
Percy Weasley was only five years old, but already he found himself to be happier when he was separated from the rest of his family. He loved them, of course, but as the third of now seven children, there were moments when he just had to get away from them.
The days were starting to get colder as summer came to an end, but in this mid-day, he was still able to find a patch of warm sand to sit on. He leaned back into it now, his small, pale hands sinking into the soft sand behind his back. His face was turned toward the sun, his already-bespeckled eyes gently closed. He timed his breathing with the breath of the waves.
He could have fallen asleep like that, and he would have had a shadow not fallen over him. Scrunching his eyebrows together, the young boy opened his eyes.
“Not going to join your brothers in the water?”
“Aunt Tessie!” Percy exclaimed, as if he had been caught doing something wrong.
The old witch’s wrinkled face curved into a small smile at the young boy’s reaction. He must have expected to be scolded, but Letessa Cuffaro wasn’t the scolding type. Percy watched in awe as the hundred-and-one year old witch gracefully sat beside him in the sand.
For a while there was silence, Letessa squinting against the sun to keep an eye on the other four boys down at the shore, while Percy watched her with wide eyes, taking in every detail of her old but beautiful face. She had a very memorable face, and while it would change drastically in the next twelve years before her death, Percy would always remember it this way, with pronounced cheekbones, a sharp nose, and eyes that matched the color of the sea at high noon. If the five year old knew what the word meant, he would call her elegant.
“So, how are you liking Shell Cottage, my boy?” Letessa asked him, a couple of grey hairs escaping from her updo with the breeze.
Percy readjusted himself, looking out across the beach. Bill, Charlie and the twins were all down at the shore, their pant legs cuffed to their mid-calves, though they all still got soaked as they kicked around in the water. Further up the beach, he could see, not too far away, his Aunt Tessie’s Shell Cottage, planted firmly on the edge of one of the cliffs looking out to the sea. It looked like it could be in a painting. He wondered if anyone had ever painted it before.
“I think it’s my favorite place in the whole world,” he finally said, and nodding his head, he confirmed, “Yes, it is my favorite place in the whole world.”
Letessa chuckled, her face brightening. Percy noticed the happy lines that formed in the corners of her eyes when she smiled like that. “I’m very glad to hear that, Percy.” As she said his name, her smile changed a bit. “Do you know, Percy, that you’re named after your great-grandfather?” 
Percy looked up at her with a tender curiosity in his eyes, and for a moment, to Letessa, it felt like she was looking at her brother instead of her great-great-nephew. The young boy looked remarkably like his namesake, and she wondered if he would grow to look even more like him. With a darkening thought, she wondered if he would even get the chance. 
In her life, Letessa had seen many, many dark times. She had lived through the Great Muggle War, seen its atrocities and inhumanities, and saw how it only increased with a second World War decades later. She had seen the rise and fall of the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald, and had buried her beloved husband because of it. She didn’t think it could get any worse than that, but what she and her family were going through now made that all feel like child’s play. 
Never had there been a greater threat than the dark wizard she only dared to call He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He was the embodiment of the wrath of all the century-long built up tension in the world, and not a single person was left unaffected. Just four months ago she had helped her dearest Molly bury her brothers, and now she took in her great-niece and her children, as it wasn’t safe for them at home anymore. They couldn’t see a single shred of light in this dark tunnel.
But as she looked at this young boy, and out at his brothers at the shore, she knew this wasn’t true. They were the light. Letessa smiled. “This was his favorite place, too. It was all of ours. That’s why my husband and I built that cottage - so we’d never have to leave it.”
Percy almost said aloud that he wished he didn’t have to leave it either, but he quickly stopped himself. As much as he loved it here, he missed his home, with all its oddities and chaos. What he missed the most was having all of his family together again - to see them all happy again.
“Your brothers and I are going to go on a walk along the beach,” Letessa spoke up, “would you like to join us?”
Though what she offered was only the illusion of a choice, as he was only five, it made all the difference to him that she had asked. Now, though he enjoyed the peace that came with being apart from them, he chose to rejoin his family.
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