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The Reunion | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series
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Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW 18+ (minor dni!) oral f & m receiving, handjob, fingering, unprotected vaginal penetration (please be safe please, for the love of god!) swearing, fighting, arguments, angst, fluff, mentions of possible depression
WC: 7k+
Chapter Summary: A year after that infamous night, will flames be rekindled?
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As promised, George and Y/N wrote to one another.
Fred had excluded himself from the letter exchanges as he felt that it would be too painful to put words to paper. He was also worried that the process would bring up deep unsurfaced feelings of regret and remorse.
George would often ask Fred if there was anything he would want him to add to his letters to Y/N. Fred would always say to write; Fred misses you a lot. But that was it.
It had now been a bit over a year since Y/N last saw the boys fly away into the dark sky that cold April night. Keeping her promise, Y/N continued her studies at Hogwarts and immediately began training to become a healer once she graduated. She was lucky enough to be granted a mentorship with the ever so helpful Madam Pomfrey during her last couple months of classes.
Now, on one hot May afternoon, Y/N found herself with Alicia, Katie and Angelina, walking aimlessly around Diagon Alley. All four girls had been so wrapped up in studies and work that it had been months since they last saw one another.
It was nice to finally catch up with her old schoolmates but Y/N did have an ulterior motive to her visit however. As they strides the cobblestone walkways, sitting at the bottom of Y/N’s tote bag was George’s last letter.
And in that letter, contained what seemed to be a plea for help.
Dear Y/N,
I hope training is going well and you are putting everyone in their place like always. We are so proud of everything you’ve accomplished in such a short amount of time. I’ve got to admit though, things aren’t going that well over here. The store is doing fine, brilliant actually! That isn’t the problem. It’s Fred. He hasn’t been getting any better. I know in our past letters you have said that it would take time for him to adjust and get over everything, but I’m not so sure now. It’s been over a year and nothing has really changed. He smiles and jokes around the shop like he always does and I know he loves what he is doing but it’s the nights that are the worst. He turns into a completely different person. I think it's the quietness. He doesn’t like his brain being the only thing he can hear. In the shop everything is so loud and energetic that he can distract him from his thoughts. But once that closed sign is put up and we head up to our flat for the evening he shuts down, almost like all of that energy has been drained out of him. He doesn’t even come out for dinner anymore. I usually just leave things on the table for him and he hobbles out to grab it when he feels like it, only to go back to his bedroom right away. I haven’t been in his room for months by the way and quite honestly, I’m scared to even try. Who knows what type of monster has formed in there. I’m also finding it hard to sleep. The walls aren’t thin in this place so I can usually hear him cry at night. I’ve been constantly casting silencing spells to drown him out but nothing’s working. I guess what I’m trying to say is, could you come visit? Only for a bit, you have no obligation to stay long but I think he really needs it. He misses you and I know you miss him too. So for my sake and both of yours, could you please find the time to come down here? You won’t regret it. I’ll bribe you if I have to, just name it!
Consider it Y/N,
Love George
After reading that letter she couldn't sleep for an entire week. Tossing and turning, Y/N contemplated on whether it was a good idea to go see them... to go see him and what would happen if they reconnected and all of those old feelings resurfaced? It would just make it that much more painful when she would have to leave. There was no sense in showing up only to give him false hope... right?
Then came the call from Angelina asking if she wanted to join her and the girls for a day on the town in Diagon Alley that weekend. Y/N wanted to say no, but something inside her forced her to say yes.
She instantly regretted it, but didn’t have the heart to cancel. She thought that maybe this was her subconscious telling her to finally bite the bullet and walk through those shop doors.
So here she was, avoiding that part of Diagon Alley. The four girls walked around in the heat, stopping along the way to window shop for what felt like hours. They even took a nice long lunch break at the Leaky Cauldron which provided a nice cool down for awhile. Things had been going fairly smooth sailing up to that point. Then they left the Leaky Cauldron and began walking around again. Y/N’s worries of having to face Fred Weasley started to re-emerge. But even though her brain was setting off red alerts for her to stop and turn around, something kept her feet moving along the path to where she remembered George saying they were located.
“You alright Y/N?” Katie asked as she linked arms with her old roommate. Y/N nodded slightly and let out a shaky breath.
“Hey, we don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to.” Katie said with care as she gently grabbed Y/N’s arm to stop her in their tracks. All of her friends knew how Fred and her left things the year before and that it was a sensitive subject for her.
“I’m fine Katie, really. Thank you for checking though.” Katie gave her a sad smile in response. Y/N didn’t know if she was fine to be honest.
The group continued to walk a little longer before they came to a sudden stop. Looking up from her feet for what felt like the first time in a while, Y/N came face to face to one of the most ridiculous looking shops she had ever seen. The huge robotic head tipping it’s top hat that resembled the boys almost perfectly was the first thing that caught her eye. Then she noticed the etched golden letters that spelled out Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes just above the door. It would also be fair to say that the bright orange and purple paint coating made it the most colourful building in all of Diagon Alley.
Of course this was their shop.
“Fancy a visit with the boys?” Angelina asked cautiously. Y/N could feel all of the girl’s eyes on her, waiting to see if she would agree or not. It was now or never.
“Yeah, sure.” She said hesitantly. Katie gave her a reassuring rub on the back before they all walked up to the loud building, dodging hyperactive children rushing past them in both directions.
The second they stepped through the door, a gust of warmth and the smell of gunpowder hit Y/N in the face. The inside of the shop was even louder then the outside. Kids and parents ran around different displays and shelves of magical toys, trinkets and miscellaneous items.
It was incredible and Y/N couldn’t help but gasp at what the twins had created. Everything started to make a bit more sense as to why they were so adamant about leaving before graduation.
The girls began to walk further into the shop, clearly familiar with the space, unlike Y/N. They had formed themselves in a way that Katie and Y/N trailed behind, hidden from anyone’s view.
“Ladies, welcome!”
Y/N froze in place upon hearing that oh so familiar voice. He did sound a tad older though, almost as if his vocal chords had grown accustomed to constantly yelling over the many ecstatic customers they have gained in the past year.
But it was him.
Her Fred.
She began to turn around before Katie grabbed her, keeping her planted in place.
“Hey Freddie, George!” Angelina chirped before sauntering over and engulfing them into a hug.
From where Y/N was standing, Fred seemed nothing like how George mentioned in his letters. His face was bright and radiated a youthful energy.
She shouldn't be here, she thought. And yet something told her to stay. Something more than Katie’s tight grip on her shoulders.
“Guess who came to visit?” Angelina suddenly said with a cheeky grin. Fred frowned down at her, traces of a smile still evident his face.
“Who?” Once he asked, the girls all moved away from where they were standing, leaving Y/N completely exposed. There was no turning back. She had been spotted and struck. No escape in sight.
The second he laid eyes on her, his smile dropped. Everything was happening in slow motion.
Even though it had only been a year, she looked so different. She looked like a woman. Not that her face had aged at all but just from the way she held herself. Like an adult witch who was making her way in the world. She was no longer the young naive Hogwarts student that he had fallen in love with all those years ago.
That love never disappeared though. He could still feel it dancing within his chest and gut as she shifted awkwardly in place, clutching her canvas tote bag in an attempt to grounding herself.
Fred also looked older to Y/N. He had grown taller since the last time she saw him, if that were even possible. He looked more strongly built, most likely from lugging around all of those boxes of inventory day after day. His face had filled in a bit and the waistcoat he had on hugged his sides nicely underneath his colourful dress jacket. He looked great, amazing actually.
“Y/N.” He gasped out as he dropped the small box of fever fudge he was holding.
“Hi Freddie.” Her face was flushed and the pounding in her chest held a strong presence within her. She wasn’t given any more time to speak as he ran up to her and pulled her in for a bone crushing hug.
“I’ve missed you so much. What are you doing here?” He muffled into her hair. It smelled of the lavender and sage shampoo she used throughout their school days.
Such good memories.
“Girls day I guess.” She awkwardly giggled, pulling away from him and looking down at the floor.
He couldn't help but stare at her intently, happy she had finally decided to come see him.
It didn’t take long for Fred to take Y/N’s small hand in his. He gently tugged her away from the group and pulled her through the chaotic space, showing her everything that him and George had worked so hard to obtain. It was as if he had completely forgotten about the last year.
With every minute, Y/N became more and more relaxed. She watched him intently as he explained things with so much animation while his hands flailed around rapidly. It was really nice to see the childish excitement behind his eyes again, the childish excitement that made her fall in love with him in the first place.
Shit.
“You’re staying for dinner right?” He asked out of the blue while the other girls bid their adieu to the younger of the two twins.
“Freddie I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I have a lot of work to catch up on an-”
“Please.” His big brown puppy dog eyes were exactly why she shouldn’t have come in the first place, but it was too late. She had already been caught in his web.
“Alright. Only dinner though, and then I need to head home.” His face lit up and his eyes formed those same old endearing crinkles in the corners that she adored so much. Not thinking clearly he began to lean in for a kiss before he stopped himself, suddenly remembering where they were in their relationship.
“Sorry.” He whispered bashfully as Y/N shifted away from him, looking everywhere else but his baby browns. She had to set boundaries.
“You coming Y/N?” Alicia asked as the girls started to exit the shop.
“Umm,” Y/N looked between Fred and the girls, finding it difficult to decide on what she should do. Fred’s hand then found itself placed on her lower back, sending a nice tingle down her spine. Her final decision was finally made.
“You lot go ahead. I think I will stay back for a bit.” The girls nodded, grins sitting on all of their faces. This was clearly planned and Y/N had fallen for it.
“Thank you ladies for your help.” George muttered under his breath while he led them out and placed the closed sign on the door. Y/N thankfully didn’t hear him say a single word.
Once the shop had fully settled and filled with quiet, George began to subtly examine his brother's behaviour, already noticing a difference. His shoulders weren’t slumped over and his eyes weren’t hooded with pessimism and exhaustion.
“I’m really glad you came Y/N.” George explained as he finally walked over and went in for a welcoming hug. It had been sort of difficult to do so earlier, since Fred had kept her glued to his side the second she got there.
“Nice to see you to Georgie.” She replied with a small laugh. Once they finally detangled from one another, the twins led the third member of their long lost trio up the stairs and into their shared flat .
It was a good thing that she was there really. The twins couldn’t cook to save their lives, so the minute they began preparing dinner, Y/N shooed them out of the kitchen, only allowing them to approach if she needed help with something small or uncomplicated. It was like the good old days when their mum made meals for them. The scents of cumin and cooking oil as well as the sounds of long lost laughs wafted through the space. Things were going swimmingly, and if anything, solidified the fact that Y/N had missed Fred and George dearly.
“Godric, Y/N. It really is great to see you again.” George beamed as he sat back in his chair, easing into the fullness he was feeling from Y/N’s amazing grilled chicken dish.
“It took me a while but yeah, I’m glad too.” She stated, blushing slightly as she looked over to Fred. With the three of them together, everything was fine. It reminded her of when they would run and hide within the halls and walls of Hogwarts at the peak of their pranking careers.
Y/N being alone with Fred however, was a completely different story. Wounds had yet to be fully mended and deep scars still very much remained.
George took a moment to dart his eyes back and forth between Y/N and Fred as an obvious awkward aura danced around the cozy flat. George knew exactly what to do to remedy the tension.
“Well, I’m stuffed. Should probably be heading off to bed. I’m so glad you agreed to dinner Y/N. I hope we do this more often.” She abruptly looked up at the younger twin with a pleading look in her eyes that screamed; please don’t leave me with him!
He read it perfectly, but chose to simply give the begging girl a sly grin and an obnoxious “good night.” before patting his brother on the shoulder and retreating down the hall to his room.
Damn George Wealsey. Damn him to hell.
The awkward silence remained but it was now so much louder. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Fred shift around in his seat, trying to calm the uneasiness that they were both clearly experiencing,
Someone had to say something before one of them spontaneously combusted from all of these pent up emotions.
“I’m sorry.” They said collectively. There was a moment of shock that they had spoken the same words at the same time, then small smiles that led to shy blushes.
“I meant everything I said that night you know. About me waiting for you.” He said while staring down at the table, folding his napkins over and over again to busy himself and ease his anxiety.
“Fred I-“
“I’m serious.”
“Then why didn’t you write to me?” Her words were laced with hurt. It was quiet for a moment. He then bowed his head slightly in shame before bringing his hands up and through his red strands of hair, letting out a sigh.
“It would have hurt. Trying to keep something alive that you didn’t want anymore. But the minute I saw you walk through that door this afternoon, I felt like hope was restored.”
She relaxed slightly at his answer, but only slightly. She never wanted it to end, so for him to think she wanted to let go of what they had killed her. This conversation was happening though, and that was all that mattered
“It’s been a weird year. I found myself at times picking up the phone or running to grab parchment to tell you about crazy events that had happened. Then I would remember, remember that you weren’t there.” He frowned, being slightly offended by this.
“I never really left. If you wanted to, you could have. Called and written that is.”
“You’re one to talk.” She scoffed, folding her arms.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He retorted in a state of defensive confusion.
“It means you aren’t allowed to be mad at me when you didn’t contact me once all year!”
“You hurt me Y/N! I had everything planned out for us and you ruined it!” Voices were beginning to rise.
“I’m sorry?” She was this close at screaming at him. The first time they fought, she had been scared. This time was different. She was stronger, maturer and quite honestly, sick of his shit.
“Last time I checked, you were the one that left school to open a fucking joke shop! What? You just thought I would up and leave an actual future so I could be your little housewife? Fuck you Fred Weasley!” They were both standing at this point, moving in closer and closer to the point of them almost touching. He towered over her and she couldn’t help but notice that feeling.
“Oh get off it L/N.” He spat down at her. The image they took resembled a Chihuahua trying to gain dominance over a Great Dane.
“You, are a man child Fred Weasley. When the fuck are you going to grow up and face the real world?” She shoved a finger into his chest, which didn’t even him an inch.
“A man child?” He chortled mockingly with a raised eyebrow and obnoxious smirk.
“Yeah.” She retorted, grounding her feet to make herself feel bigger and stronger. Her Gryffindor was shining through like no tomorrow.
“Say it again.”
“What?” She asked confused.
“Say it, again.” His tone was low and direct. He exerted an intense sense of power and strength that she secretly loved.
“You are a man child Fred Weas-“ Before she could finish her sentence, he grabbed her cheeks into his palms and slammed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened in pure shock but she quickly closed them and grabbed his wrists in her hands, giving into the sensation. It was a sensation that she had been craving for so long. They moaned and groaned into each other’s mouths before he pushed her back and hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter by her arse. His hands then squeezed into her sides, causing her to squeak and squirm.
“Fuck.” She whispered as their mouths seperated for a moment of breath since she had gripped the base of his neck hair and pulled him away from her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She continued as he moved his lips down her neck. She was slightly mad at herself for giving in to him so easily. Deep down though she knew it was going to happen eventually. She had just been too proud to admit it.
“Why?” He whispered as he sucked on her jugular, making sure to reach every single beauty mark that painted her neck.
“B-because I-. Fuck Freddie I can’t speak.” Her words were getting lost with each lick and smooch he planted on her jawline.
“Then don’t.” He muttered into her flesh. She dropped the subject and chose to grip on to his hair once again. His hands slowly moved from her hips down to her thighs, stroking them softly. The feeling triggered Y/N’s memories of the night he left. She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs; Don’t leave again! But all she could do was whimper at the touch of his warm and inviting fingers circling against her quads.
The whimpers she was releasing made Fred stop and look into her eyes which he had been dreaming about for over a year now.
“You are so beautiful.” He stated as tears began to form in his lower waterlines. He hated himself for being such a prick and for not fighting hard enough for her. Instead he chose to put his tail between his legs and accept defeat. That wasn’t the Fred Weasley he knew.
But this girl, this stunning girl with her chest heaving and legs open had changed him. She had changed him for the better.
Just from the mere sight of him crying made her tear up herself. Unable to watch him suffer any longer, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into her chest as he continued to silently sob.
One of her hands crept up his back in hopes of soothing him. She began to rub gentle circles between his shoulder blades. Her other hand came up to caress his hair as she shushed him gently.
“I’m sorry.” He choked out through weak whimpers.
“I let you down.” Her heart broke at this statement.
“You didn’t let me down. I’m sorry too Freddie. I didn’t mean what I said about the shop. I am so proud of you and all the hard work you have done.” She leaned down to kiss the top of his head. This made him tighten the grip he had on her.
She let him hold her for as long as he needed. Merlin knew just how much they both needed it.
When he finally started to feel the emptiness within him fill slightly, he pulled himself away from her grasp to look into her red puffy eyes.
“Stay? Please?” He was desperate for her. Desperate for her touch, her body, her laugh, her voice, her smell and everything in between.
“Freddie, you know I can’t.” She spoke softly while she closed her eyes, forcing out a tear.
“Just for tonight, please.” She sighed as she laid her forehead against his shoulder in frustration, wrapping her calves around his waist to pull him in closer.
Neither one of them spoke for a while, instead choosing to listen to each other’s laboured breathing, finding that missing comfort in the inhalation and exhalation.
“Just for tonight.” She spoke quietly. He closed his eyes in relief, smiling to himself before pushing her off of his shoulder and gently taking her face in his hands.
“Thank you.” He spoke, lightly pecking her on the lips. She smiled back and removed her hands from his neck.
“I’ve missed you.” She said in a whisper as her right hand grazed down his torso, stopping at his crotch. She began to palm him, making sure not to break eye contact. He sputtered out and buckled at her touch.
“Fuck.” He softly groaned, his face tucking into the curvature of her jaw and neck.
“What do you want, baby?” She asked, speeding up her movements.
“You.” Was all he was able to vocalize. This sent a sensation right down to her underwear.
“Stand up straight love.” He followed her instructions immediately, pulling all of his weight off of her and struggling to find a solid stance. She then hopped off of the counter and found her way down onto her knees, preparing herself for what was to come.
He tried so hard to not go absolutely feral as he watched her look up at him with these soft doe eyes. Her hands then came up to tug at his belt, making it so his hips dipped forward from the force of her pull. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that the sound of a clanking belt would be so heavenly.
“Need you.” He said through a gasp, gently stroking her hair. He could feel her fingers dance along the elastic band of his boxers before tugging them down to above his knees along with his work trousers. The cool air hit his member once it sprung free and lightly tapped his lower stomach. The feeling sent shivers down his spine and caused his leg hairs to stand on end.
His tears had now become dry against his cheeks as he strangled out a new cry. This time from pleasure as Y/N thumbed the tip of his member gently.
Noticing how desperate he was, Y/N continued to stroke him until his cock was covered in any kind of wetness he could offer.
Once she felt it appropriate she leaned forward and took a deep breath, taking him into her mouth and as far down her throat that she could. Everything she couldn’t swallow was dealt with by her hand.
Fred groaned profusely through his bitten lip, trying hard not to be too loud. His brother was just down the hall after all.
“Fuck love.” He encouraged, holding the back of her head lightly in a make shift ponytail as he gently thrusted forward, causing her to gag and slobber slightly. The strangled chokes she let out around his member made him subconsciously quicken his pace. No longer in control, she gave up on taking care of him with her hands and chose to lay them flat agaisnt his tense thighs for support instead.
Her breathing began to shorten and the choking was becoming a tad bit unbearable, so she lightly tapped one of his thighs, making him pull her off of him and up to her feet. She wobbled slightly at the feeling of coming up to fast and from the lack of oxygen as she fell into his arms.
“You alright love?” He asked with concern through erratic pants. She could feel his still rock hard member cuddled up against her hip as she leaned against him.
“Yeah, just thought we should take this into the bedroom.” He nodded in agreement and let go of her for a moment to pull up his trousers and boxers. He hissed at the fabric grazing against his sensitive area but paid it little attention. He couldn’t worry about himself since he wanted to be fully invested in Y/N and her wants and needs. He would be dealt with soon enough, that was for certain.
Once he was fully clothed again, he decided to pick Y/N up, catching her off guard by throwing her over his shoulder and making her squeal out in excitement.
“Shhh, don’t want to wake up George do we?” He whispered through a sly smile.
“Depends.” She spoke seductively.
“You cheeky little mink.” He growled jokingly while placing a palm down on to her arse with a firm smack, making her squeal out once more, this time in pleasure.
He carried her down the hall and into the room right across from the one George disappeared into. Once they were fully inside, Fred threw Y/N down onto his unmade bed.
She took a moment to take in her surrounding, mentally referring back to the letters George had sent her. She thought about how worried he was about the depressive hole Fred had found himself in and that his room would be a good indication of it, even if he himself hadn’t been in there in months.
It wasn’t terrible. Laundry scattered the floor, clearly making it difficult to differentiate dirty from clean. A few bottles of fire whiskey sat in a dark corner by his work desk, almost as though they were being shunned from the rest of the room. Used tissues were placed on his bedside table in the formation of a small hill, making it unclear which ones were used from his nights of tears and which ones were used for his nights of self pleasure to calm the tears, both actions having her in mind.
She observed all of this as he laid on top of her and licked up her neck.
“Freddie.” She moaned out, finally coming back to reality from her thoughts.
“Yes baby?” His lips attached to her upper chest.
“Off.” She said, brain too fried from the pleasure to speak in fully formed sentences.
“ ‘f course.” He mumbled before detaching himself from her collarbone and sitting up to straddle her waist. His fingers traced up and down the buttons on her light summer dress before he started to unbutton it, allowing her bra to be exposed to him. It wasn’t a fancy lace or an elegant silk, but rather a sweet light yellow cotton that drove him absolutely mad.
Because it was her. It was always her.
He took a moment to admire the canvas that was laying below him that he couldn’t wait to paint before tugging the bra down, revealing her breasts to him. She let out a small whine as the cold air struck her bare skin, making her nipples perk up in the process. He shifted his gaze between her face and her chest. She nodded slightly, giving him the go ahead. With her approval, he leaned down and latched his tongue and lips around her delicate areolas.
She hummed with ease and shimmied her hips underneath him. He took a good minute to praise her supple mounds before bringing his hand down and underneath her dress, tapping her hip. She caught the hint and lifted herself up, allowing him to pull the floral patterned fabric from underneath her and toss it amongst one of his numerous piles. She then arched her back, making it so he could remove the constricting bra fully. He let out a small groan before shifting his body, specifically his lips, down her stomach to her navel. His lips littered her skin with kisses but he could tell she was craving a different kind of touch.
“So good f’ me, love. Have always been so good f’ me.” She smiled at this and shut her eyes as he started to tug her underwear down her bent legs. Almost automatically her knees fell open, giving Fred admission to his own personal holy grail. His gaping mouth emitted a hot breath that hit her centre, causing her to squirm.
“Freddie, please, right there, ‘m ready for you.”
God she was so perfect.
“I know baby. I can see it, can see all of it.” His index finger stroked down her wet folds, making her shudder.
“So sensitive.” He tutted softly as he grabbed both of her ankles and tugged her further forward, placing the back of her knees over his shoulders.
“Need it now,” Her whining made it abundantly clear that she was unable to handle much more of his teasing.
He couldn’t torture her any longer, so he leaned in and let a small amount of spit to drop from his lips and on to her sensitive clit. Then he brought his tongue down to swirl the liquid he released around her entrance, making her moan out loud to indicate to him that he was doing his job really well.
All he could think about was the sounds she was making and how she tasted just like he remembered.
So sweet.
“Taste so good love.” She gripped the sheets at the vibrations of his words of encouragement.
“Whenever you’re ready, come f’ me.” He spoke as he stopped his movements against her clit and dropped her legs, allowing her to be laid out for him. He then laid himself on his stomach between her legs and I nserted a couple of digits into her hole, hoping to speed up the process of bringing her to a fully euphoric state.
“Okay.” She whined, along with a submissive nod that was so innocent, he couldn’t help but rut his hips into the sheets beneath him to try and calm his own ache. His fingers sped up and he attached his lips to her once more. She dug her heels into his upper back, pushing him further against her heat.
“Right there, right there, fuck I’m go-going t-” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as she released onto his face. They both wheezed out in exhaustion and once he felt like he could finally move, he sat up, kissing her roughly, making it so her wetness transferred from his lips to hers.
“Too many clothes Freddie.” She sighed out as she weakly tugged at his waistcoat button, while she slowly came down from her orgasm.
He was utterly bewildered by her and what she had just done that he had no choice but to scramble to sit up more and almost rip off his clothing in anticipation.
He moved off of the bed and tried to keep eye contact with her as she leaned back on her elbows, naked and open for him. He could see their mixture of slick fluids covering her thighs reflect in the moonlight.
Once he was fully nude, Y/N stopped him from moving towards her like a dog in heat by pressing her foot against his chest.
“Stay there. Wanna get a good look at you.” He tilted his head slightly in confusion, but obeyed his queen nonetheless.
She just wanted to see how he had changed over the past year. A year since they first made love. His arms were more toned and his abs carried a deeper definition. His thick thighs made her practically salivate.
“Okay.” She breathed out shakily.
“Get over here.” She continued, giving him the come hither motion with her finger. He smirked and quickly crawled over to her, hopping on top of her, pinning her down underneath him and smothering her with kisses.
She laughed out, trying to pry him off of her small frame.
‘Okay, okay enough! You’re crushing me!” She giggled.
He finally stopped, not expecting her to then lunge at him and roll them over so she was on top.
Her naked figure straddled his hips and he couldn’t help but to stare up at her in awe as he stroked her figure gently.
“I’ve missed you.” She said out of the blue. He smiled sadly in return.
“I’ve missed you too.” They both went in for a kiss.
“Want you inside me baby.” She mumbled against his lips. He nodded and shifted so she was hovering right above his erect shaft.
She let out a shaky breath of release from her sweaty, heaving chest as she eased down onto him, making him groan out loudly and grip her hips harder than before.
It had been a whole year since he had felt the touch of a woman but it had been totally worth it in the end. Because it was with her and that’s all that mattered.
“Oh Freddie.” She moaned, placing her hands against his chest as she began to rock back and forth. He could feel his toes curl just from the mere sight of her getting off on his cock. Her lashes sat gently against her soft cheeks and her plush lower lip was stuck between her teeth.
Unable to bear it, Fred began to thrust up into her with a rapid and rough pace, trying to catch up in the chase. The sounds admitting from both of them and their collective wetness grew. He knew neither of them would be able to last much longer. Especially after being away from one another for so long.
“Come ‘ere.” He panted, sweat forming in his hairline and on his upper lip. She nodded and leaned down so he could wrap his arms around her in a hug. They stayed like this for a while as he continued to slam up into her again and again. He made sure to have her ear close to his lips, so she could hear just how good she was making him feel.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He winced as his orgasm began to rise to the surface.
“It’s okay, let go.” She struggled to whisper. He nodded in response and squeezed her arse, pressing her further down on to him with every rough slam of his hips.
He then let out a shuddering sigh as he finished inside of her, all of his muscles relaxing that had been clenching during their heated escapade.
Y/N continued to whine and rut herself against him, making it clear that she hadn’t reached her climax yet.
Fred laid his head back on to his pillow in exhaustion, taking her with down him. He wasn’t done though. This was all about her and Fred be damned if he didn’t make her come at least twice.
His hand crept between their sweaty, connected bodies and pressed his fingers to her sensitive clit. Small ministrations were made to her bundle of nerves and she couldn’t help but kiss up his neck and grind down on him in return, a lot like when she would use her pillow after they broke up, always thinking of him of course.
“Freddie, baaaby!” She cried out, making his body tense up again as well as his cock.
“Yes baby?” He asked while stroking her arse with his other hand.
“Almost there.” She answered through heavy breaths.
“You look so good for me, love. Using me as your personal sex toy. Fuck I love you so much.” His words encouraged her to quicken the pace of her hips which made her clench her thighs against his sides.
“Oh god.” She groaned out as her eyes rolled back slightly before shaking and then relaxing, dropping all of her body weight on top of him.
Hot air deflated from her lungs, hitting his sweaty chest.
“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He quietly chuckled while rubbing her moist back with one hand and combing through his now wet hair with the other. She giggled in return and dragged her lips over the skin of his chest tiredly before reaching up to kiss him.
“I love you.” She hummed.
“I love you.” He responded candidly.
It didn’t take long for sleep to take over the young couple as they held on to each other for dear life.
May 8th, 1997
The next morning Y/N woke up with a jolt. Remembering it was a Sunday she relaxed again.
Her eyes roamed around the space for a moment, recalling that she never made it back home the day before.
Looking to her left, she saw Fred laying naked on his stomach with a leg draped over her torso and his arms tucked underneath his pillow. His face was sunken into the feathery fabric as he emitted soft peaceful snores. The poor bloke probably hadn’t had this good of a sleep in over a year.
She didn’t want to wake him right away. Instead she allowed herself to watch him and enjoy his beautiful features that she adored so much. Almost as if he were a spectacle.
She shifted over so she was laying on her side. Fred’s leg slipped off of her frame in the process. Her hand then came up to his face to caress his cheek.
“Mm, hello there.” He spoke through a dopey smile and deep morning voice, sending her into a tizzy. She chuckled lightly and began rubbing his exposed bicep in a soothing manner.
His eyes stayed closed as he let out a deep sigh, pulling Y/N further into his chest.
“Freddie?” She asked quietly. He hummed in response, pressing her even closer to him.
“I should be going soon.” She hated to break up the lovely moment but she couldn’t stay for much longer.
What would happen after this moment, no one knew. But what was most important was that the year of silence was now finally over.
“No, don’t.” He whined and pouted as he shifted down a bit to nuzzle his face in between her breasts. His favourite place to be.
She let out a sigh and gently played with the hairs at the back of his neck.
“Freddie, you promised.” She warned. He groaned out in a huff and finally let go of her, followed by getting out of bed begrudgingly.
She watched him as he walked around the bedroom, picking out an outfit for the day from the numerous piles of clothes.
“Fred talk to me.” She hated the silence.
“I don’t want you to leave.” He was unable to look her in the eye as he paced around his room, continuing to get himself dressed.
“I don’t know where we go from here.” He gripped his dark oak drawer at her words, frustrated that she was still being so stubborn, even after the events from the night prior.
“Look, I want you here, always. I want to wake up in the morning and have your face be the first thing I see, then have it be the last thing I see before I go to sleep. Is that enough of a forward for you?”
She groaned in aggravation and threw herself back down on to the bed. It seemed as though no compromise was ever going to be made.
“Look Fred.” She stared up at his ceiling.
“We can take it slow. I can make more of an effort to come see you on the weekends and you can make more of an effort to write to me. We will see where things take us, you know… slowly.” He turned at this with a sigh and walked back over to the bed, crawling over to her and placing a loving kiss to her lips.
“If it means the possibility of us being us again, then yes, I’ll do whatever it takes.” She smiled and grabbed his face, kissing him once more.
“Deal.” She sat up enthusiastically and stuck her hand out for him to take. He looked down at it as if she had an extra thumb. She waited patiently and he rolled his eyes, finally grabbing her hand in his and shaking it, almost as if they had just closed a business deal.
He then tugged her towards him by the hand which made her land on top of him. He began to tickle her and she immediately squirmed in his grasp.
“Stop, I need to get dressed!” She squealed.
“Who’s the best shag of your life?” He asked teasingingly.
“You!” She laughed through her struggle.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you love.” He further pushed through a cheeky grin.
“Fred Weasley is the best shag of my life!” She knew this was the only way that he would let up.
“Right answer.” She scoffed at his smug response as he let go of her.
“Only shag is more like it.” She muttered jokingly, just loud enough for him to hear.
“And don’t you forget it.” He winked before smacking her bare arse and rolling off the bed. She yelped and gave him a look of light hearted warning.
She soon got up herself and began to change, noticing out of the corner of her eye, Fred watching her from the doorway.
“What?” She asked in false annoyance.
“Nothing, just looking at you is all.” He was beaming from ear to ear. She rolled her eyes playfully in return.
Once she was done getting dressed, he reached his hand out for her to take. She walked over and grabbed it, allowing him to lead her out of the room and down the hall.
When they reached the kitchen, they didn’t initially notice George sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a bowl of cereal.
The couple were to busy poking and prodding each other as they looked through the fridge for breakfast.
“Mooorning.” They quickly shot up and shut the fridge, turning to see George smirking at them, who was as it seemed, clearly aware of what had occurred the night prior.
He gave them a wink and a knowing look before going back to his bowl.
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She will kill us all- Fred Weasley Imagine
GIF IS NOT MINE
(Summary: Your two best friends rope you into their recent prank little did you know you would be hurt too.)
Fred Weasley X Reader
So basically I’ve seen a lot of people being like ‘oh just imagine Fred’s death being a prank and at the funeral George stays behind and Fred just wakes up saying what a good prank.’ so uh here is something similar. There will be a second part!
April 29th , 1998
“Hey Y/N.” The twins say in unison as I enter their shop.
“Hey why is the closed sign up?” I say pointing to the door.
“We have a plan-“ George starts.
“-a brilliant, heart wrenching, sad idea.” Fred finishes.
“The both of you and plans is never a good thing.” I say sighing.
“Also if it’s just the both of you doing it why did you guys call me?” I ask confused.
“Well our mother won’t kill you for the idea we have planned.” Fred says nodding over to his brother who agrees.
“Just spill your brilliant, heart wrenching, sad idea” I say looking at them suspiciously.
“Well so you know how the whole situation with the Dark Lord is happening.” George says.
“Yes?” I question looking at them.
“Well one of us is planning on fake dying-” Fred says.
“I already hate the sound of this.” I cut him off.
“So I can fake die then at the funeral you guys can hide my body then we can all go home.” Fred finishes raising his eyebrows at me.
I dryly laugh. They can’t be serious. That idea is insane.
“We know what you're thinking-” Fred starts.
“Yeah that you’re insane!” I exclaim looking at them.
“She will literally kill us when she finds out!” I say rubbing my eyes in disbelief.
They really want me to be a part of this!
“She won’t hurt a hair on your head.” George says as Fred nods agreeingly.
“You know what. The thing I get in return better be amazing for helping you gits.” I groan.
“Yes, she’s on board!” George and Fred cheer circling around me.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
May 2nd, 1998
Today’s the day.
Instead of you-know-who killing us Molly Weasley definitely will.
I can’t believe I agreed to this.
“You ready guys?” George asks looking over to Fred and I.
“Ready to die at the hands of your mother.” I say sarcastically as I twirl my wand along my fingers.
They both laughed at my words and George headed inside.
Fred and I stare at the chaos engulfing around the school.
“After this we should go on a date.” Fred says swaying back and forth.
“Oh Fred Weasley you’ll be the death of me.” I groan softly looking up at him.
“Not if my mum kills you for helping us.” He says laughing as he stares back at me.
I roll my eyes at him and punch his arm.
“So will you?” He asked a playful smirk resting on his lips.
“Sure.” I say giving him a side hug as I notice Percy come upstairs.
“You go with Perce. I'll help fight inside. I promise I’ll be safe.” I say letting him go kissing his cheek.
“I promise I’ll stay alive for our date.” He says kissing the top of my head before going with Percy.
I run inside the building dodging the falling rocks and have my wand held high prepared for the fight of my life.
Little did I know it’ll be the one thing to fight for.
Later in the Great Hall
I walk beside George slightly limping as we enter the Great Hall. Immediately being met with sadness seeing our fallen friends whose lives have ended.
“Why is my mum crying?” George says as he stops abruptly.
“George who’s that on the floor?” I ask stopping next to him as my body grows cold.
Molly looks over at us, tears falling down her face.
We run over to her, dropping to our knees next to Fred’s body.
“There was an explosion that sent him flying into a wall. There was nothing I could do.” Percy said stunned as he watched the pair cry.
“No. You arse you promised!” I whisper angrily as I clutch his clothing tears already making its way down my face.
“Fred! Oh my gosh Fred!” I sob as I shake his body vigorously hoping his eyes would open.
”Come on brother please this was supposed to be a prank.” George whispered for only us to hear.
“He’s dead. My precious boy is dead.” We hear Molly say as we stand.
I look over to George and hug him. We both sob in each other’s arms, parts of us dying with the boy that lie on the floor.
One Week Later
I look into the mirror as I smooth out my black dress.
Today is the funeral. Fred’s funeral.
I take a deep breath and head down the stairs meeting the Weasley family.
We stand together mourning the loss of Fred, each of us nearly tearing ourselves apart as we look at his body lying peacefully in the casket.
“I wish this was a stupid prank.” I whisper to myself.
George walks up to me and stands beside me.
“So much for the plan.” George said sadly as we watched Arthur and Molly cry as they held one another.
“We’ll lay him down tomorrow morning. Morning was his favorite.” Molly said as she headed inside.
Soon enough the Weasleys head inside leaving George and I with the casket.
“You know he promised me he’ll stay safe. He even asked me out before the whole mess.” I say breaking the silence between us.
“Before the war he wanted to ask you out. He fancied you a lot. Ron and I bet each other a galleon if you two got together. I guess I owe him one.” George says laughing quietly recalling the memory.
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“They surely will get together.” Ron said as he stared at Y/N and Fred laughing and scheming together.
“They won't, they're both scared.” George said watching the pair.
“They would look cute together. Have you seen him when she’s near.” Ron said, staring at his brother sitting in front of him.
“You should’ve heard him yesterday talking about her. She walked in and he turned as red as our hair.” George says laughing.
“We should set a bet. One single galleon.” Ron said, smirking as he watched as Y/N slapped Fred’s arm playfully.
“You’re on brother. I bet that they won’t get together. This will be easy; they are both too scared to ask each other out. The Yule ball was pure luck for them. It’s been this way since second year.” George says confidently holding out his hand.
“I bet that they will get together.” Ron says matching his brother's confidence and gladly shakes his hand.
“Remember when he stepped on my foot during the ball.” I say laughing with him.
“I thought you would never walk again after. I was surprised he asked you seeing as you burnt the paper ball he threw at you to ask you in the first place.” George says laughing as we both reminisce on the events of the Triwizarding Tournament era of our lives.
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“He won’t ask me Angela, it's pure knowledge. Fred Weasley doesn’t like me.” I say sadly looking ahead at a Hufflepuff pair of students walking hand and hand after being asked to the infamous Yule Ball.
“He surely will. Just give him time.” Angela says comforting me.
“I sure hope so.” I say looking at her and get back to writing in my book.
Later on…
We all sat in the Great Hall as Snape walked past us, book nestled in front of his face.
Fred has non stop been flinging paper balls my way nearly getting me in trouble.
Out of my peripheral vision I notice him ball up another piece of paper.
I pull out my wand concealing it under the table as Snape walks past up stopping right behind Angela, who might I add is sitting right next to me.
Fred chucks the paper towards me but I react quickly.
“Incendio.” I say pointing my wand to the paper watching it burn and the charred pieces fall onto the table.
“Fred Weasley if you throw another paper ball my way I will use that spell on you.” I say glaring at him as I naturally get fed up.
“Open it next time.” He hissed looking at me.
Angela and George snicker watching the two of us bicker at each other.
A few moments pass and I silently pray that he won’t throw another.
I look around the room and hear a small thud in front of me.
I look down noticing a scrunched up piece of paper in front of me resting on top of my book.
I look over to Fred who’s motioning for me to open the paper.
I uncurl the ball and read it.
‘Georgie told me you were complaining about not having anyone to go with to the ball. So Y/N Y/L/N I invite you a one night Weasley special. Will you go to the ball with me? As friends.’
I smile at the scribbled writing and look up at him. He’s mimicking a ball like dance and nods to me. I roll my eyes and nod back as he cheers silently.
Although it was only as friends I was overjoyed.
“Told you.” Angela whispered to me as the twins get back to work.
Day of the Yule Ball
“Does this color seem tacky?” I ask Angela as I twirl in the mirror.
“It’s simple and cute. Fred will lose his mind looking at you in that.” Angela says as she smooths out her dress.
The dress wasn’t too elegant but it wasn’t plain either. It was a simple blue dress with glitter cascading the bottom half reminding me of the night sky.
I link arms with Angela as we head down the grand staircase making our way to the twins.
George and Angela grab each other’s hand and walk away leaving Fred and I standing alone.
We stare at each other not sure of what to say.
“You look beautiful.” Fred said looking at me.
“Thank you. You don't look too bad either.” I say laughing as we head inside where the students gather waiting for the champions to arrive.
After a while everyone dances with each other. I on the other hand stay sitting down watching the night unfold before my eyes.
“Come on you said you’ll dance.” Fred said walking over to me holding out his hand.
I grab his hand reluctantly and he pulls me to him as we sway back and forth to the beat of the song.
That was until we twisted too quick and his foot stepped harshly on mine causing me to wince in pain.
“I am so so sorry.” Fred apologizes profusely as he guides me to a table.
“It’s alright just remind me to never dance with you ever again.” I say jokingly as I slip off my heels noticing a large bruise slowly appear on it.
“Noted.” He said sheepishly as he helped me stand and led me to Madam Pomfrey.
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“You alright.” George says snapping me out of my memory.
“I will be.” I say sadly before turning on my feet and enter the Weasley home, leaving George outside.
I head upstairs not even bothering to stay down knowing I’ll break down at the sight of everyone upset.
Meanwhile...
George paces around outside staring at the open casket blankly.
What if the potion went wrong when he got hurt? He thought.
Yes he was scared that his brother was truely dead, the thought horrified him. The day their mum pronounced Fred dead he was scared believing he died.
But what if that wasn’t the case? He thought as he stopped.
He entered the house and looked around seeing if anyone was up. He quietly entered the different rooms noticing everyone asleep from the long day.
He quietly exited the home and went up to the casket staring at his brother's pale face.
Remember George just pinch him and he’ll wake up. We made this up ourselves. George thought to himself as he stood over the body.
His hand waved over his brother’s and pinched the back of Fred’s palm.
George stepped back and stared at him silently praying the potion worked. It had been a week at most since Fred ingested the potion.
Slight movement was beginning to be noticeable and suddenly Fred’s eyes were wide open taking in the night sky. He coughed slightly as George silently cheered.
“Welcome back to the land of the living brother.” George said, helping his brother out of the casket.
“How long was I out from that awful potion?” Fred said his legs buckled as he stood up for the first time in a week.
“A week.” George said, stabilizing his brother.
“Oh man how mad do you reckon they’ll be?” Fred asked, getting excited to see his family's reaction to the whole ordeal.
“Very. Y/N and I cried a lot. Mum and dad cried enough to fill an ocean.” George said laughing.
“You and Y/N cried? You saw me take the potion and I told you to tell her.” Fred said, slightly confused remembering the moment like it was yesterday.
“Beware drinking this might taste like what cat litter smells like.” George said, handing a special blended potion to knock Fred out.
“We don’t even own a cat. How do you know what it smells like?” Fred asked, causing George to roll his eyes.
”I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Fred said as he stared at the bottle.
“Me neither.” George says smiling widely.
“So after I drink this what will you do to wake me up.” Fred said mixing around the liquid watching it swish together.
“All I have to do is pinch you and you’ll wake up.” George said.
“Okay so it’ll affect me later during the war and make sure you tell Y/N so she doesn’t think I died for real.” Fred said as he held the bottle to his lips.
“Of course brother.” George said as he watched Fred drink the potion.
Fred gagged as he drank the potion as the different flavors coated his throat.
“Of course we cried. Percy said you were hit by an explosion that sent you into a wall. I thought you died for real. But later on in the night I remembered the potion would have protected you from anything.” George said as his brother regained mobility.
“So why did Y/N cry?” Fred asked, crossing his arms.
“I never told her about the potion Freddie. She was worked up about the war and it slipped my mind.” George confessed causing his brother.
“She cried over my dead body because you forgot to tell her I wasn’t actually dead! George, that was one thing that wasn’t supposed to happen.” Fred silently exclaimed.
Fred never wanted Y/N to cry over the prank. They already dragged her into the idea he didn’t want her to be heartbroken over the fact that he wasn’t really dead.
“We both thought you were dead Fred. There was no way of telling if you were alive or not.” George argued back.
“Please tell me that she didn’t cry for the whole week.” Fred said, staring at his brother.
George stood silently.
“She will be furious you know. Oh gosh she’ll probably hate me after this.” Fred said, running a hand through his hair.
“She wouldn’t hate you Fred. If anything she’ll hate me.” George says laughing slightly.
“We’ll worry about that tomorrow for the big reveal.” George says shrugging as he guides his brother to a shed on the property.
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“Where’s my boy? He’s gone!” Molly Weasley’s shocked voice pierces through the quiet home.
I quickly get up and head downstairs.
What does she mean he’s gone?
“He should be in the casket Mrs. Weasley. I don’t think we have grave robbers.” I say rubbing my eyes as everyone comes down the steps.
“He’s not here!” She yelled, sounding shocked.
Ron and Harry ran into the living room in confusion as they heard the commotion.
“Who’s not here?” Ginny asked as she walked in.
“Fred.” Molly said as she clasped her hand over her mouth.
I furrow my eyebrows and look around the room noticing one person of the Weasley clan isn’t here. George.
I huff and stomped upstairs. I walk along the hallway and knocked on his door furiously.
“Come in.” I heard him say.
I open the door angrily.
“You better have one hell of an explanation Weasley.” I hiss.
“On?” He asked confused as he sat up from his bed.
“Where is he?” I say crossing me arms.
“Who are you talking about?” He asked as he stood up from his bed.
“The bloody grindylow’s. You know exactly what I’m talking about George Weasley. Where is he?” I ask my voice raising slightly as I tap my foot on the floor.
“Y/N I wanted to tell you.” George started.
“Tell me where he is or you're both dead for real.” I say staring at him sternly.
“He’s at the shop. He’s in the flat.” George said as he stared down at his feet.
“This isn’t over.” I say as I walk out of his room.
I walk over to the room I’m staying in and grab my wand. I grab my old quidditch jumper and apparate to Diagon Alley.
I walked down over to the joke shop. I placed my hand on the handle and opened the door. I made my way towards the flat and opened it. Low and behold what do I see, Fred Weasley.
“Why are you here?” He asked startled.
“You’re lucky I don't have your head on a pike and because I know how to apparate properly.” I spat.
“Look, I know you’re mad.” Fred said as he put down a book.
“That’s not even the beginning Weasley. You had me worried sick you were dead for crying out loud. I cried for you, Fred and you’re here alive. Was the prank worth it? Was it worth the tears and the heartbreak? So help me on Gryffindor’s name was this whole thing worth it.” I yell at him as I bite back tears. Some cascaded down my face and I quickly wiped them.
“Y/N I’m sorry. I told George to tell you.” Fred said, his voice cracking.
“You’re sorry is all you have to say for yourself! You can forget about that damned date! Don’t even contact me!” I spat angrily as I ran out the room and down the steps.
I wiped away my tears and apparated back to my room at the Burrow.
“Stupid Weasley’s.” I muttered as I grabbed my rucksack off the bed. I began to fill it with my things.
After a few minutes most of my things were packed. I grabbed a fresh piece of parchment and sat down at the desk.
‘Dear Molly Weasley,
Sorry I won’t be here for the funeral. My condolences but I’m leaving. I wish you all the best. I'll be with my parent’s. Thank you for giving me a place to stay for the week I appreciate it.
Love,
Y/N Y/L/N’
I sealed the letter with tape and placed it onto my desk. I grab at my broom and open the window. I hop onto the broom and clutch the top. I pushed my feet off the window sill and flew off. The trip won’t be too long but it’ll probably take a while.
I soared through the air and sighed. I am going to miss them.
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Hey!
I would like to request a playlist for maki zen’in, if its alright with you!
let's get started - a Maki Zen'in inspired playlist
My body remembers. But I tried so hard to forget this fear.
⚠️I recommend you to listen to this playlist after getting through the manga⚠️
a/n: I've just finished ch.152 and omg, THIS WOMAN MAKES ME FEEL STRONG AND POWERFUL BY JUST WATCHING HER, I LOVE HER. Also, this might contain some Naoya references, cause we love to hate this man, right? :))) I hate him even more cause he's attractive, so, thank you maki for ruining his pretty face, he deserved that. I'm sorry for adding more than one song per artist but I thought they fit really well
They say I'm different - Betty Davis
And that’s why they say I’m different
And that’s why they say I’m strange
STFU! - Rina Sawayama
How come you don't respect me?
Expecting fantasies
Leave our reality, why don't you just sit down and shut the fuck up
Nightmare - Halsey
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
¿ - Bring Me The Horizon (feat. Halsey)
Got mud on my face but I can′t get clean
Guess my fairy tale had a few plot holes
Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
Throne - Bring Me The Horizon
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
Alphabet Boy - Melanie Martinez
I'm not a little kid now
Watch me get big now
Spell my name on the fridge now
With all your alphabet toys
You won the spelling bee now
But are you smarter than me now?
You're the prince of the playground
Little alphabet boy
Churchyard - AURORA
He told me I belong in a churchyard
He told me I could walk away but I wouldn't get far
Same Ol' Mistakes - Rihanna's cover
Finally taking flight
I know you don't think it's right
I know that you think it's fake
Maybe fake's what I like
Point is I have the right
Not thinking in black and white
Thinking it's worth the fight
Soon to be out of sight
Knowing it all this time
Going with what I always longed for
Venom - Little Simz
They would never wanna admit I'm the best here
From the mere fact that I've got ovaries
It's a woman's world, so to speak
Pussy, you sour
Never givin' credit where it's due 'cause you don't like pussy in power
Venom
Oh, you mad? Then come at me, you prick
Make a move, better patent it quick
I assume you'll be comin' for blood
That makes two of us
MY POWER - Nija, Beyoncé, Busiswa, Yemi Alade, Tierra Whack, Moonchild Sanelly, DJ Lag
he never seen so much rage from a queen
Rage from a queen, queen so strong, thought she was a machine
Castle - Halsey
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
That's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
Mother's Daughter - Miley Cyrus
Oh my gosh, she got the power
Oh, look at her, she got the power
Don't fuck with my freedom
I came up to get me some
I'm nasty, I'm evil
Must be something in the water
Or that I'm my mother's daughter
So back up, boy
Yellow Flicker Beat - Lorde
the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold
This is the start of how it all ever ends
They used to shout my name, now they whisper it
I'm speeding up and this is the
Red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart
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a/n: since @unbotheredfairy and @strangeenbytumi both requested a maki playlist I thought it was okay to include two requests in one bUT I'm always willing to make as many playlists as you want <3 I hope you enjoy this one as much as me! <3
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Godricks Hollow
Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader
Written: December 15th, 2020
Posted: December 15th, 2020
Word Count: 1,665
Warning: None
This was requested from JulzLovDraco4Eva on Wattpad!
Summary: Y/N Granger has been friends with the Golden Trio for as long as she could remember, but her loyalty is tested when the group is on the run.
Christmas Masterlist
Walking through the Hogwarts courtyard, you were engrossed in one of your class textbooks. Your attention being on the book, you weren’t watching where you were going. It wasn’t long before you walked into someone.
“Hey! Watch it!” Draco exclaimed, his voice filled with annoyance. Turning to face you, his expression concerted into something unreadable. “Filthy Mudblood.” He spat.
“Leave her alone, Malfoy.” Harry’s voice sang through your ears, as he joined your side.
Rolling his eyes, Draco didn’t bother to respond before he stormed off with his minions in tow.
“T-Thanks, Harry.” You nodded not bothering to take your gaze off the ground.
“Of course,” He beamed throwing an arm around your shoulder. “What’re friends for?”
Throughout your years at Hogwarts, you had similar encounters. Whenever you seemed to be in trouble Harry always appeared at your side. You were always quick to brush it off as him being protective over Hermione’s little sister. It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to welcome you with open arms. Ron was always protective of you as well, but it was never to the extent that Harry was.
“Y/N!” A familiar voice echoed through the hall.
Whirling around you collided with a firm chest knocking you off balance. A pair of strong hands were quick to wrap about your elbows attempting to keep you steady.
Giggling you couldn’t help the smile that made its way along your lips. “Hi, Harry.”
Clearing his throat, Harry suddenly looked visibly uncomfortable. “Hi, Y-Y/N.”
An awkward silence enveloped you both.
“I...I, uh.” Harry scratched the back of his neck as he was contemplating his next set of words very carefully.
“Yes?” You questioned, gazing upwards at him with a hint of hope in your eye.
“I...I was wondering if you would want to be my date to Bill and Fleur’s wedding?” He rushed out, his voice wavering slightly.
A toothy grin made it’s way to your lips. “Oh, Harry!” You exclaimed as fireworks erupted in your stomach. Quickly, you threw your arms around Harry’s shoulders as you pulled him in for a tight hug.
Harry tensed at your reaction, before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The sound of his chuckles rang through your ears.
“I’ll take that as a yes then.”
---
On the day of Bill and Fleur’s wedding, there was tension in the air. There were rumors of He Who Must Not Be Named, attempting to rise in power once again. Arthur heard at work that the Dark Lord was planning to overthrow the ministry, but nobody knew when.
Since you were staying at the Burrow until the wedding, you couldn’t shake the thoughts of darkness looming around every corner, while the Dark Lord could strike at any moment.
Being friends with Harry, you knew he would go up against the Dark Lord. But the question that plagued your mind was if you were ready to face He Who Must Not Be Named.
Ron would go, which meant of course your sister would go. She and Ron had been inseparable as of lately. Sighing, you knew you would go to protect your friends.
Your mind was beginning to become clear as you sat by the fireplace. However, you didn’t hear Harry join you until he nudged your shoulder gently.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He questioned offering you a warm smile.
“Oh, um.” You sighed. “Just thinking about how everything’s about to change.” You shrugged.
Harry turned his attention to you, as he nodded in acknowledgment. “It’ll be for the better.”
Nodding you locked gazes with him as the crackling sound of the fireplace was the only thing heard. The thought of kissing Harry quickly overwhelmed your mind.
“Hey, Guys.” Ron greeted as he quietly made his way down the spiral stairs.
Taking a breath, you averted your gaze to your shirt as you smoothed down nonexistent wrinkles.
Ron quickly bounded over to where you and Harry sat before he took his place in between you.
“What’d I miss?” He questioned beaming at you.
---
It was finally the day of the wedding. Everyone was scurrying around the house and outside in an attempt to get the last minute things ready. All the bridesmaids spent the day getting ready. Fleur’s bridesmaids mostly consisted of you, Ginny, Hermione, and her little sister, Gabrielle.
The ceremony went by rapidly, it felt like a blur. When it came time for the reception, you were able to slip away unnoticed.
Taking your heels off, you walked barefoot through the grass as the brisk night air danced along your skin. Goosebumps began forming up and down your arms. A content sigh left your lips, as you gazed at the stars.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” Harry spoke as he walked up beside you.
You hummed in response, turning to face him.
“Harry...You look..”
“I know-” He became flustered, as he dropped his gaze to the ground.
“Handsome.” You muttered as you took in his appearance.
“O-Oh, thank you.” Harry spoke, “You look beautiful.”
A blush crept its way along your cheeks. Before you could protest, Harry had shrugged off his suit jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. Quickly he reached down taking your heels from you.
The smell of Harry overwhelmed your senses. Tugging the jacket around you tighter, fireworks erupted in your stomach.
“We should get back before they notice we’re gone.”
Frowning, you nodded your head. Just as you and Harry re-entered the tent, Kingsley Shacklebolt’s Patronus announced the ministry had fallen, while Death Eaters were on their way.
Harry's firm hand was quick to grab yours, as wedding guests began to panic and Death Eaters began showing up. Harry pulled you behind him as he began searching for the rest of the group.
“Harry!” Hermione called rushing toward’s you, as Ron was fast behind her. Before you knew it, you were staring at the familiar Tottenham Court Road.
Your sister's voice echoed through your ears. “We have to find somewhere to change.”
---
Light snow began covering the ground as you and Harry ventured to Godrick’s Hollow.
It had been months since you were first on the run. Every day, everyone gathered around the radio listening to the names of the fallen in hopes you didn’t hear a familiar name.
Walking through Godrick’s Hollow, your arm was linked through Harry’s. The small gesture sent comfort through your body. The streets were dimly lit, which allowed you both to venture around without really being seen.
As you walked through the cemetery, you cleaned off the headstone, only to see the very symbol you had been questioning. The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention. Fear began washing over you.
“Harry?” You gently called. Gazing around, your eyes landed on the man.
Confusion danced along your face before you gazed in front of you.
James & Lily Potter.
Kneeling, you pulled your wand out, making a small wreath on their grave. Standing up, you linked your arm back through Harry’s as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
“Merry Christmas, Harry.”
---
As you were running through the forest, you could feel your breaths becoming more and more shallow. Death Eaters were chasing you while yelling spells.
It had been a few months since your group had gone on the run. Hunting Horcruxes began taking its toll on everyone. Exhaustion was being to feel like an understatement. Anywhere you went, everyone was on edge ready for the next attack. Not even the tent felt safe anymore.
In no time, each of you was captured by the Death Eaters. It wasn’t surprising that they had taken you to Malfoy Manner.
“Take the rest of them,” Bellatrix spoke moving to stand before you. “I need to have a little chat with this one, girl on girl.” She taunted, as her eyes had a hint of mischief in them.
Gulping, your stomach began feeling queasy at the thought of being alone with Bellatrix.
Pushing you down, your back was met with the feeling of chilly wood. Before you knew it, she was straddling you as she screamed in your face.
Pinning your arm down, she began carving the word Mudblood into your skin. Tears began racing down your face as you felt your strength weakening by the second. Screams fell past your lips.
“Let her go!” Harry’s voice yelled.
“Well, well, well,” Bellatrix taunted as she got up. “If it isn’t lover boy, here to rescue the damsel in distress.”
---
After the fight at Malfoy manner, Ron and Hermione apparited to Shell Cottage, while Harry apparited to Saint Mungo’s hospital. The whole way, you had insisted you were fine and that you didn’t need medical attention.
Harry didn’t listen to your pleas as he raced to the emergency entrance of the hospital insisting you be healed right away.
Sitting on the hospital bed, you gazed at the ceiling counting tiles. The healer had come in and healed your scar rather quickly, however you were just waiting for the doctor to let you leave.
“Hey,” Harry spoke softly, as he took a seat beside your bed.
You hummed in response.
“I...I’m sorry.” He huffed. “I...I couldn’t stand to see you hurt. I couldn’t stop it..” His voice trailed off as he dropped his gaze to the floor.
“It’s not your fault, Harry.” You whispered, reaching over and placing a hand on his cheek.
Closing his eyes, he leaned into your touch. “I should’ve been there to stop it.”
Gazing at him, you felt the fireworks return.
“I...I.” Harry let out a frustrated sigh. Opening his eyes, he stood up before taking your face between his hands. He never broke his gaze from you. Leaning down his nose brushed against yours as his breath danced along your lips. Placing a chaste kiss to your lips, he rested his forehead against yours.
At that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.
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An anti dressed up as a shipper, an idiot, and a terf all walk into the same bar.
It’s the same picture person.
A lesson.
Warning: if the title doesn’t give it away, queerphobic content comes up in this from the other party being documented.
So, some of you may have watched a twitter exercise yesterday.
It started simple: concern trolling white knight “for the writers” comes in to angrily declare fans doing something tagged in support of them about Destiel was “out of line.” She claimed things like “Misha was gaslit into supporting Destiel”, and pulled all kinds of stunts.
She immediately got on a soap box yelling “I HAVE A LIT CRIT DEGREE, I KNOW AUTHOR INTENT” of course implying she knew better than EVERYONE around her how to read text. She then pulled, of all things, @chill-legilimens ‘ article about the network gods gutting the show out of the internet, and somehow misread it SO FUCKING BADLY -- SO FUCKING BADLY -- she thought it aligned with HER. She argued that fans influenced the writers, essentially, and basically pulled the exact opposite of the very clearly delivered message there out. When it was pointed out we know this author and even sometimes help edit their pieces, and she was, flat out misreading it while bragging about how good she is at deciphering text, it turned into a SHITSHOW.
I had watched her give a large group of queer people 2 days of runaround, while they tried to be polite, and similarly tried to prove everything while she proved nothing. Just preached. After 2 days of them exhausting themselves on her, I came in doing my blunt & savage thing, because fuck civility culture when it’s used by oppressors. Of course, she immediately started tone policing, while herself being an arrogant shitbrick the whole way.
She continued to preach author intent and talk down about “headcanons.” You see, she knew the authors very well. Berens’ name was mentioned in passing, and she came back with. “Who’s Berens? Is that the author of the article?” after Deirdre’s name had been directly cited in associated with it about 15 times.
(credit: @judgehangman )
But it gets better. She started pulling the “authors have said Dean is straight.” line. Now, at this point, we had already sourced her at least four pieces of information (quite formally too: SPN Official DVD Collection Season 8 episode 13 creative commentary, Edlund and Sgriccia; Dissent Magazine The Attack Queers Bob Berens review; the books in the office with screenshots, and more.) So we issued one simple request: Okay. Source.
For the next-- I shit you not-- 10 hours she bricked the thread to death, finding any and EVERY rabbit hole she could try to venture down. For the first hour or two a few of us tried to actually debate her newly raised points, but still gave reminder that we were waiting for her source. Every tweet was an opportunity for her to drop a 15 tweet thread trying to derail onto a new topic, and often clarifying she had no idea about any of it (Edlund, Sgriccia, Berens, Dabb--who she couldn’t spell the name of--and Deirdre all became an amorpheous blob in her retelling that she swore she looked at sources and wasn’t convinced, while she crossed all the data and comments about the sources). She tried to challenge that anyone could know all the writers and episodes just because she proved she couldn’t, even when multiple people expressed it to her extremely rapidly with not just author and director listings, but cross references on when they overlapped and major elements (like the 15.20 shot 19 tree being the Kim Manners memorial tree). She randomly babbled about Kripke once. Lied her way through and claimed those sources were vague. Etc.
But at some point, I decided, we’re not playing this distraction game. You wanted a debate, you claim you have a lit crit degree, and thus know the entire art is Argumentation. A source, if you’re declaring knowing author intent. One source. Any time she dropped a distraction tweet, I replied to her thread with things like a list of our sources vs her lack of any and a reminder. I installed a counter ticker. How many times had she been asked to either recant her point or give a single source?
Someone made a list of the logical fallacies she used in the argument. It was two tweets long and still missed several obvious ones. That didn’t stop her. Neither did the dozens of requests for a source or a recant. Onwards, she marched, derailing time and again. She brought in a buddy to try to distract, but he fell out real quick when he realized “the burden of proof lies on the arguer” shot him and her both in the feet in record time and he ducked out.
Other greatest hits came out like “Dubs (Dabb’s) fanfic books”, and calling the ability to list authors and episodes “headcanons.”
Over time, the dialogue shifted: see, she came in trying the snide “enjoy your headcanons” downtalk, but as time and time again she was pulverized on every point about the show, or the authors, or anything else while STILL never even giving a single source to even her FIRST POINT and running distractions, it became a reality-- she was told, “We’ll enjoy our canon and author intent. You can enjoy your headcanon of... Dabb’s fanfic books and Lord Barons and the writers being collective hallucinations and whatever else in your hot takes about the show content itself” and she FLIPPED SHIT.
As the ticker for sources approached 100, she started becoming flustered. Before that, even, she started repetitively misgendering Ezra (no tumblr to link in), and Ezra screenshot their bio of they/them and asked them to adjust. Ignored. Ezra linked this request and asked it to be addressed again, and again, and again. 13 times. Ezra linked it 13 times. She even replied to several of them. No avail. No change. Not until literally any and every tweet in her vicinity either had “source?” or “address gender?” for her to reply to did she flee there, and write some giant write-around of “oh, I didn’t see this, sorry” but still refused to actually use it. Or “I’ll use the right one now.” No, just completely strickened pronouns from her vocabulary with Ezra moving forward, after not one mistake, not two, not five, but 13 answers.
At this point, I notice a trend: throughout the entire conversation, she had flip flopped on my pronouns, clearly confused as to what to call me. As I generally don’t care (honestly I prefer he but meh), it didn’t ping me as something to react to while she switched religiously between “he” and “she”. But I realized now, despite all of that confusion: she never once thought to use “they.” Also earlier we found tweets of hers that, while now declaring herself bisexual, she used troublesome wording in the past to blur the line on if she was an ally or, as she phrased it “maybe less than 100% straight in the bell curve” in other conversations.
I mutter about this on the side to Ezra and some friends, but continue on towards the 100 ticker that was the goal to show people in this digital terrarium how disingenuous most people you argue with are -- an exhibit for the class. They know they’re lying and have been caught, but will not cede to admit “oops, I guess I was wrong.” but rather stick, unironically, to their own headcanons about things. After all, they vaguely sorta apologized even if suddenly just refusing to use any pronouns at all on Ezra after that. And she’s so quick to disappear into 15 tweet bombs of distraction trying to play victim for being held accountable at this point, we just didn’t jump to a conclusion on that, alarming as it is.
So. You know. Source.
At this point, she RANDOMLY starts evoking the fact that like, How Dare, She Watched Gay Men Die To AIDS, She Is A Great Philanthropist How Dare How Dare.
I’m sorry, did you just evoke the blood of our dead to run away from the most basic scrap of accountability in what is literally the first wave of a lit debate because for the last 10 hours you have refused to take the necessary steps to move on to the next point? Did you... just... evoke the ghosts of gay men that were genocided to, essentially, pull up a smokescreen and run away from being party to queer erasure? Or even just? Giving a source? or admitting you were wrong on one point in a debate? Wow, you really just did that.
Naturally, people involved got pissed. Her Sources ticker hit 100, but at this point, all that haunted her was how completely fucking vile and inappropriate that was in this discussion.
She got blocked. She then tried to glom onto anyone that hadn’t blocked or muted her and run the same argumentation points she had earlier been decimated in the argument with, while yelling “I ship Destiel too! I wanted them to have sex too! Why does this make me the bad guy?” around the block and hoping nobody actually read the thread. She tried to pitch the “headcanons” point of view again, hoping a new audience would lick her boots. She was, largely, ignored; given a few more comments about her leaving the conversation losing all points and only covered in the blood of our dead she was so proud of; blocked by a few more. (unsurprisingly, if you check her actual tweet history, she seems more invested in Megstiel but)
This is when CommaSameleon -- a professor with two lit degrees and a primary focus in teaching the art of Argumentation -- literally -- stepped in. She initially tried to engage the fact that, well, this woman not only can’t argue out of a paper sack but wasn’t even arguing, she was just running in circles and distracting from all the points and hadn’t addressed a single lit point directly while preaching down at people. But Sam, also, noticed something. This woman kept changing things like “queerphobia” to “homophobia.” Sam mentioned this kinda puts off TERF vibes (I think Sam picked up on the gendering thing herself too.)
Her response? Which she deleted since? But Discord’s embed helpfully saved?
Her inacted non-apologies remain weak, especially in any form of debate be it lit or now queer topics.
Oh I’m sorry, let’s recap her viewpoints: TERF is a slur. “They” is made up and should be avoided at all costs. The blood of dead gay men are a token to use in a lit debate you’re avoiding responsibility in. After this, “authors are headcanons” is suddenly not your worst take, but fascinating that you 13 times didn’t even read the blatant ass screenshot. And I mean, these weren’t subtle or easy to miss these 13 times.
100. She had 100 chances, literally, on a timer, to give a source or shut up with her platforming until she had one. Instead, she chose every rabbit hole she could manifest to disappear into, only to be met by another request for a source, and not moving on until we address the first points. We’ve given ours, now you give yours. Instead, you choose this. This is the hill you choose to die on, rather than admitting, “Sorry, I guess I was wrong” or “I guess I heard that somewhere, my bad.” 100 chances. 13 direct QT requests to address gender which she replied to but didn’t reply to until cornered (and still didn’t, truly, reply to), and “TERF is a slur.” Oh, and after waving around the dead men’s blood she also suddenly Can’t Be A Terf Because She Adopted Two Trans Kids. Lord help those children. Or, you know, the more realistic thing is she’s just manifesting all kinds of bullshit at this point to save face, which is probably why she deleted all the related tweets that show she’s a giant-ass TERF.
So anyway, this is very much a lesson on:
Paying attention to how people manipulate conversation to erase genuine discussion and debate.
Paying attention to WHY they do it. Motivation on methods and tactics will clear up a lot.
Figuring out HOW they try to sound woke about shit and when it’s entirely fucking vile and inappropriate to pull
And by all above points, figuring out that these people are among us, and how NOT to let them influence your conversations.
I don’t care if it’s about a discussion on a ship or show or anything else. People do this. A lot. Extremely dedicatedly, if the 100 asks doesn’t make that clear.
Stop letting people railroad your conversations with disingenuous bullshit.
So anyway in honor of this I made everyone a gif
Use at will. It’s tagged anti-terf if you want to use the search feature on it.
UPDATE:
Just went and checked. She went and deleted literally her entire side of the conversation, hundreds if not thousands of tweets. Luckily, Ezra mentioned repeatedly -- and I do trust them inherently -- that they were saving the entire conversation, so that zip file exists somewhere. How fascinating, after she accused us that we would want to delete tweets. Someone realized they had a bad look and giant failure all around.
Also, a related anon that links to an earlier part of this conversation I didn’t even document where she was crying about “cis erasure” [x] This shit went on so long I legit forgot about that.
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Wish I Were....
Heather Series Chapter 12 (FINAL PART)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
Bonus!:Readers Card Confession
Bonus!:To Hold On, To Let Go, Spencers take
Bonus!:Series Playlist
Summery: Reader no longer wishes she were someone else
Words: 4k
Warnings: Swearing, Description of Birth, just pure, tooth aching fluff
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Y/N: This is it y’all. This is the final chapter of the Heather's Series. I started this journey a little over a month ago, and my god, has it been amazing. I never thought it would pick up the traction it did, and I am so glad I decided to start posting in the first place. I’m gonna take a short break from posting any writing just to recuperate and stuff, but it won’t last longer than a week, and I will still be interacting on the platform itself. I want to thank every single reader who has liked and/or reblogged my work. It means so much to me, and I would not have gotten this far without your support. I love you all with all of my heart. There will be one more bonus “chapter” that I will be posting within the next couple days, but it’ll be mostly headcanons, and answering any questions you may have about the series. I hope the ending is worth it.
With love, your eternal muse,
Frankie <3
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I used to be a night owl.
I used to live in the night, sit under the stars and soak it all up.
I used to not go to bed until hours after the sunset, perfectly content to not waking up until hours after it had risen.
Now, I’m lucky to sleep for a few hours between dusk and dawn.
But I’m okay with that.
The ringing of trembling tears echoes through my ears, and I stir awake.
I rub my face, looking at the clock as I push back the comforter.
4 am.
Oh goody.
“I’ve got her baby, go back to sleep.”
Spencer whispers in my ear, planting a kiss on my shoulder, and I’m not one to argue.
I fall back into the pillows, pulling the blanket back up to my chin, my eyes closing without much resistance.
I wake an hour late, expecting to feel his body warmth against my back.
I turn, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, realizing that the blanket is still pulled back from when he got up the hour before.
Oh dear lord please tell me she didn’t get sick.
I climb out of bed, padding down the hallway towards the soft glow of light emitting from her room.
I pause at the doorway, watching as he holds her close to his chest, a smile draped across his face.
I can’t help but stand and watch as he sways back and forth, watching her sleep in his arms.
I notice her tiny hand is clasped around his ring finger, the gold of his wedding band glowing in the dim light.
I love that ring on him.
I never thought I’d be the one to put it on him.
My heart is pounding in my chest.
Why am I so nervous?
He’s not going to leave me stranded.
Right?
Jesus, get a grip, y/n.
“Are you ready y/n?” Hotch walks around the corner, fixing his cuff links as he walks up to me.
I take a deep breath in, trying to convince myself that I wasn’t going to throw up.
“Yep. I’m ready, I just….” I fan myself. “Is it normal to feel like you’re going to pass out on your wedding day?”
He smiles, coming forward and taking hold of my hand. “It is. And I guarantee you, he’s worse than you are.”
I laugh, just imagining the state he’s in.
He hasn’t seen me in three days, since I’m a stickler for tradition.
It was my bachelorette party, than his bachelor party, and now here we are.
“When Haley and I got married, I was a nervous wreck. I don’t think I took a normal breath until hours after just because I was so worried about everything going to plan.”
He brushes some of the curls framing my face out of my eye sight.
“But, when I met her eyes, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. It was just us, and I knew, at that moment, that everything would be okay.”
I nod, exhaling. “Okay. I’m ready.”
He loops my arm through his, turning to the closed doors where my future waits for me.
“Thank you, Aaron. For giving me away. You’re the closest thing to a father I’ve got.”
He pats my hand. “It’s my honor, y/n.”
I hear the start of the music, and my heart jump starts.
I grip his arm, trying to control my breathing.
“Don’t let me fall.”
“Never.”
The doors open, and for a moment, I panic.
But then my eyes meet his.
And everything else disappears.
His hands are clasped in front of him, and I see him look me over, taking in everything.
Tears are streaming down both of our faces, and god, I never realized how much I missed him when he’s gone.
We reach the altar, where a proud Rossi stands, and Hotch hands me off with a kiss to my cheek.
I hand JJ my flowers, turning clasping Spencer's hands in mine.
When my hand touches his, my breathing returns to normal.
However, before I even notice, JJ is handing me a folded piece of paper that holds my vows.
Weddings always seem longer when you’re not in them.
I unfold the paper, clearing my throat.
“I don’t have an eidetic memory, so I need this so I don’t make a fool of myself.”
A couple laughs from the crowd.
Okay, here goes nothing.
“The first time I saw you, you were sitting at your desk, while Derek and JJ sat around you, watching you explain the scientific inaccuracies of Star Wars.”
He laughs, and Derek pats his shoulder from behind him.
“I was awestruck to say the least. The way your eyes lit up with excitement, how your hands couldn’t stay still.”
I take a breath, trying to keep the tears at bay.
“I fell in love with you at that moment. But I knew I was done for when you looked at me for the first time.”
Rossi produces a tissue from his pocket, and I laugh, accepting and blotting at my tears.
“You are my best friend. You are there for me in my darkest times, and are often the cause of all my light ones. You hold me when I cry, and you laugh when I’m angry at something stupid. You never make me feel stupid. You are the greatest thing to have ever happened to me.”
Christ, why was this so hard?
“I love you. And I promise to cherish you, and not get annoyed when you ramble on about god knows what, because I love to listen to you talk. I promise to never make you feel like you don’t matter, because you matter so much. I promise to love you through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, until the end of time itself. I choose you, forever and always.”
I fold the paper up again, dabbing away my tears.
“Well, look at that, I still made a fool of myself.”
More laughs, and I hear a few sniffles here and there.
Spencer wipes his own eyes. “I don’t know if I can top that.”
I giggle.
He goes into his jacket, and pulls out a white envelope, and my face scrunches in confusion.
“It’s not what you think it is.” He whispers.
He opens it, pulling out a car, and begins to read from the inside.
“You told me once, in a card similar to this one, that the moment you admitted to yourself that you loved me, was on a road trip to visit my mom. I thought it fitting that I tell you that, that was the moment I admitted to myself that I loved you in the same way. So here we are.”
I bring a hand up to my mouth, covering the ugly sobs that threaten to spill out.
“We had only known each other for a month, but you were easily taking over every brain cell in my mind. I was terrified of you saying no, but I asked anyway. Those two weeks were some of the best of my life. I fell in love with your laugh, your smile, the way your hair looks in the sunlight. I fell in love with you from the driver's seat and I’ve loved you ever since. You deserve to be reminded of that every day for the rest of your life. I promise to hold and cherish the heart that you have given me. I promise to catch you, every time you run away. I promise to protect you with my life. You mean everything to me, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of forever with you. I love you, forever and always.”
He closes it, and it takes a moment for me to gather myself.
“I promise I didn’t look at your vows before writing mine.”
I laugh.
Rossi clears his throat. “The rings please, Henry.”
Henry walks forward, our rings sitting on the pillow as he smiles at us.
“Thank you buddy.” I say, taking hold of Spencer’s between my fingers.
“Alright. Y/n, repeat after me. I, Y/n Y/l/n, take Spencer Reid, to be my husband.”
I repeat the words, a smile growing bigger and bigger on my face.
“To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until the end of time.”
Can I kiss him yet?
I say the words, like casting a spell, before slipping the golden band onto his finger.
Rossi repeats the phrase, and Spencer’s smile is as big as mine, if not bigger.
“Until the end of time.”
He delicately slips the ring on my finger, and my heart starts pounding.
“One more question for each of you. I promise, we're almost there.”
He smiles at each of us, before turning back to me.
“Do you, Y/n Y/l/n, take Spencer Reid as your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.”
Not even a question.
“And do you, Spencer Reid, take Y/n Y/l/n as your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do.”
I start bouncing on my toes, too excited to care.
“Then it is my great pleasure and honor to pronounce you, husband and wife.”
He turns to Spencer. “You may now kiss the bride.”
He doesn’t hesitate, cradling my face in his hands as he places his lips on mine.
It’s just me and him, in an empty room.
I move my hands up his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck.
It’s only when we break, that I remember people are here, and the room is filled with applause.
With our hands clasped together we walk back down the aisle, and I swear I am never going to be this happy ever again. And that’s okay.
My eyes fall from his arms, to the dresser sitting next to her crib.
The top is covered with photos, personalized trinkets, and books.
One picture is framed with her name in gold lettering down the side.
My first sonogram.
Through the glass I can see wrinkles in the film.
Spencer carried it with him until the day she was born.
He had always mentioned how he wanted to have kids someday.
It didn’t make me any less nervous to tell him, though.
“Hello?”
“Hi! Is this Mrs. Y/n Reid?”
I stop writing, my pen mid stroke on my paper.
“This is she.”
“Hello! This is Nicole calling from United Health with the results of your pregnancy test.”
Jesus that was fast.
“Oh! That was quicker than I expected.”
I set my pen down, closing my file, pushing some hair behind my ear, looking around to see if anyone was in ear shot.
They weren’t.
“We get that a lot. But, I’d like to say congratulations! You are pregnant!”
I stop breathing for a moment.
“Oh my god. Oh my god! Thank you!”
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
“You’re so welcome! Congratulations again! Have a great rest of your day!”
I hang up, still trying to grasp the words that have just been spoken to me.
I’m pregnant.
I’m fucking pregnant.
Holy fuck.
“Y/n? Baby, are you okay?”
I snap out of my daze to see Spencer standing beside my desk, a look of skeptical worry on his face.
“Uh...yeah. Yeah. I’m fine. Um…”
I have to tell him. I can’t keep this a secret from him, even if I wanted to try and surprise him.
I stand, running my hands over my pants.
“Okay, somethings wrong. You do that when you’re nervous.”
I can’t help but laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Nothings wrong, Spence. Um, I just got a call from United Health.”
He’s confused, setting the file in his hand, down on my desk.
“Why would United Health be calling you?”
There are days when I can't believe he has an I.Q. of 187.
“I went in yesterday, to get a test done. I’ve been gaining weight, and I’ve been getting sick in the mornings. I also skipped my last period.”
I can sense the wheels beginning to turn in his head.
“Wait. Are you…”
I nod, tears falling down my cheeks. “I’m pregnant, Spencer.”
It takes a moment for the words to register in his brain, but then he’s yelling in excitement, throwing his arms around my waist, picking me up and spinning me around.
He sets me down, his eyes red rimmed, his smile one I will never forget.
“You’re pregnant. Oh my god we’re having a baby.”
His hands are placed on either side of my face, and I can’t help but laugh at his infectious excitement.
“Who’s having a baby, now?”
Derek walks up, and Spencer turns, and I know Derek knows just by the shit eating grin on Spencer’s face.
But I just love saying it.
“I’m pregnant.”
Derek’s eyes light up as he claps his hands together, before pulling Spencer into a hug. “My man!”
JJ and Emily gather around, all smiles and squeals as I’m captured in the middle of a group hug.
Penelope walks into the bullpen then, confusion written across her face.
“What’s going on out here? Why are you guys screaming? Who won the lottery?”
I bite my lip, trying to hold back the smile.
“I’m pregnant!” I all but scream.
Penelope’s expression changes in an instant as she practically runs forward.
“Oh my god! Holy crap! Baby genius! That’s so much better than the lottery!”
She catches me in a bone crushing hug before suddenly pulling back.
“Crap. Sorry. Fragile baby.”
“Congratulations baby girl.” Derek swaps places with Penelope, who is now hugging Spencer with everything she has.
“Alright, why are you guys hugging each other?”
Rossi and Hotch walk through the glass doors, taking in the commotion.
I feel Spencer wrap his arms around me from behind, as he kisses my shoulder, my neck, my cheek.
“I’m pregnant!”
A smile immediately forms on Rossi’s face as he comes forward, grasping my face between his hands, kissing me on each of my cheeks.
“Congratulations, principessa.”
“Congratulations, to both of you.”
Hotch is smiling, waiting his turn to give hugs.
“It’s decided, celebratory dinner at my place tonight!” Rossi announces and we all cheer.
I turn my head, placing my hands over Spencer’s which are now resting over my stomach.
“I love you.” I smile.
“I love you, too. Both of you.”
Soft humming breaks the silence of the room, and quiet words float through the air as he sings to her sleeping form.
“Come Josephine, in my flying machine. Going up she goes, up she goes.”
I enter the room then, tip toeing over to stand by his side, leaning my head against his shoulder as I gently stroke her hair.
“Up, up, a little bit higher. Oh! My! The moon is on fire! Come, Josephine in my flying machine going up, all on, goodbye!”
She’s tiny.
I couldn’t fathom how tiny she was a month ago, and she has grown, but she’s still so small.
Has it already been a month?
“Jesus fuck, I promised myself this wouldn’t happen at work.”
I shouldn’t have come in.
I know that.
I know that waking up with contractions is a tell tale sign that you should not go to work.
But she isn’t due for another two weeks. Two weeks is a long time. Hopefully enough time to get a grip on myself so I don’t panic that I’m gonna fail as a mother every time I think about it too hard.
I thought maybe I could just get through the day, but the warm stream trickling down my leg is a big fuck no to that.
I’m trying to steady my breathing, the cup of tea I was making abandoned on the counter as I grip the edge with a force I didn’t know I had.
“Y/n? Is everything okay?”
Hotch walks up, worry creasing his brow.
He places a hand on my back, a comfort as pain ripples up and down my spine.
I shake my head. “I need Spencer.”
I shift my weight from leg to leg. “And a towel.”
He nods his head, looking around for a chair, frowning when he comes up empty.
“Aaron,” I say, turning my head towards him. “Please go get my husband.”
“Right.” He nods, taking a second to make sure I wasn’t going to topple over before almost running towards Penelope's bat cave.
A hiss escapes my mouth as I feel a jab in my side.
“Yeah, I know baby, I wish he would hurry the fuck up too.”
A plethora of footsteps fall upon my ears, and Spencer immediately places a hand on my lower back, taking hold of mine with his other.
“How far apart are they?” is the first thing out of his mouth.
“I’m fine, honey, thanks for asking.” I say as we start to make our way towards the front glass doors.
He gives me a look and I sigh.
“I don’t know. I thought if I didn’t count they’d go away and I could pretend this isn’t happening at work.”
“I wish it worked like that.” JJ laughs, holding open the door and what I presume is my go bag.
“Me too.” I grit, squeezing Spencer’s hand.
“Remember our deal. Not one statistic, or fact is to be uttered from your mouth today. You are not a doctor once we enter the hospital.”
I can see the panic start to form on his face, but he laughs.
“Yes ma’am.”
~~~
I’m never doing this again.
I don’t think I’ve ever been in this much pain before.
I’ve been in this room for what feels like forever, because she’s taking her sweet time being early.
No amount of pillows or soothing rubs can help the aches that are washing over me.
My hair is falling from the bun I threw it up in, sweat coating every inch of skin I have.
I feel gross in every sense of the word.
I lean forward and groan as another contraction rips through me.
How do women do this?
Spencer brushes some hair out of my face and lays a cool washcloth on my neck as I grip the side rails of my bed.
“You’re doing so good baby.”
It feels like I can’t breath.
“I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
He knows there’s not much he can do right now to help, but he holds my hand, trailing his hand up and down my back.
“Just a little bit longer. I promise. She’s almost here. You’re doing so good, y/n. I’m so proud of you.”
If only he knew about the panic flowing through my veins, the thoughts that I’m not ready to be a mom bouncing around my skull like an insistent headache.
A knock at the door, and my doctor walks in, smiles and bright eyes. “How are you feeling, y/n?”
“Like a,” I groan, trying to move away from the pain, shifting forward and backwards. “Like a million bucks.”
She laughs, and I don’t have the energy to be nice and laugh with her.
“Well, I still need to check, but I’m pretty sure you’re ready to push.”
I close my eyes, not wanting to look as she sticks her fingers in a place that will need some R&R after this.
“I was right. You’re ready. Now, your body knows exactly what to do. It’s best to not fight it, and just listen to what it’s telling you okay?”
I start to move myself back away from her, my breathing picking up pace.
I can’t do this.
“No. No. I can’t. I’m not ready.”
She doesn’t seem phased at all, but Spencer easily notices the fear in my voice.
“Hey, Hey, Hey. Look at me.” His hands stroke the sides of my face, and his fingers are wet from my tears and sweat.
I shake my head. “I’m not doing this. I’m not ready. What if I fail? I don’t want to fail her. I can’t. No. I’m gonna be a horrible mother.”
“Y/n, baby, breath with me.” He takes my hand, and places it on his chest.
I can feel his breaths beneath his breastbone, the frantic heartbeats that give away his true state of mind.
I hate that I’m stressing him out.
“You are going to be a great mother. One of the best. I don’t think you could fail even if you tried.”
He brushes my tears away. “But you can’t force your body to stop. You need to let go. I’m right here.”
“Alright, were ready, y/n.”
My eyes pass between Spencer’s and I know he’s right.
I just need to let go.
I nod, and I move back to where I was.
My left hand grips the rail, while my right is situated inside Spencer’s.
I feel the next contraction start.
“Alright I need you to push for me.”
I’m on the brink of a mental breakdown, but I take a breath and let my muscles do the work.
I hear that groaning and screaming can actually help, so that’s what I do.
With every push, my voice grows louder, words lost in the back of my throat.
But I’m getting tired, and I can feel myself crashing.
So when another contraction pulses through me, I push myself forward, and use every muscle in my body.
“Get out, get out, get out, GET OUT!”
I don’t think I’ve ever screamed that loud, but it seemed to work.
It felt like a gush and then crys fill the room.
I fall back onto the bed, tears streaming down my face.
“She’s beautiful!” I hear my doctor say over her screams.
Spencer kisses my forehead, his own tears coating his face. “You were amazing, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
“Here she is!”
My doctor lays a bundle of white blankets onto my chest, and when I see her face, my heart stops.
The world could be burning around me, but I wouldn’t care. Even covered in gunk and red faced, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I sob, holding her close to me, Spencer right there beside me, his hand gently stroking the top of her head.
“Hi, Ettie.” I whisper. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
“She’s so beautiful.” He whispers, his voice thick with emotion.
I can’t take my eyes off her. I never want to let go of her.
Nothing else matters anymore, nothing but her.
Juliet Diana Reid.
Born at 6:08 am, on the third of December.
He places her in my arms, and I clutch her close to my chest as I move back towards her crib to lay her down again.
I don’t understand how I could have ever doubted how amazing my life would be with her in it.
Soft snores emit from her small mouth, and Spencer wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder, only moving when he hears me sniffle.
“Why are you crying, love?” he whispers
I wipe my face, turning around so I can face him.
His hands are on my hips, his thumbs rubbing circles on my skin.
“For so long, I was jealous of so many people.” My hands play with the fabric of his t-shirt, rubbing it between my fingers.
“I was jealous of Heather. Of what she had.”
My hands move up his chest, coming to rest at the base of his neck.
“I dreamed about this. About having this with you. And I never thought I would get it. But here I am.”
I smile up at him. “I have everything I have ever wanted. I wouldn’t wish for another life even if it was offered. I have you, and Ettie, and the life I wanted so bad. I’m just…”
I swallow the noise threatening to spill from my throat, so I don’t wake up the sleeping girl behind me.
“I’m just really happy is all.”
He smiles softly down at me, and he brings up a hand to cup my cheek.
He leans down and kisses me slowly, gently, in a way that always leaves me paralyzed.
“I love you.” He whispers.
I nuzzle my nose against his, before laying my head against his chest, feeling his arms wrap around me, holding me tight against him.
“I love you, too.”
I love you, Spencer.
I love you.
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Home | Final Chapter
Pairing: 13!Doctor x Daughter!Reader
Summary: The final chapter!
Word Count: 3247
Warning: this is a whole lot of angst and drama because its the end with just a hint of extra cheesy fluff
A/N: so this is basically the plot of The Timeless Child minus the whole Cyberman stuff that happened before they were on Gallifrey... hopefully it will make sense when you read it! As always spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)
Part Three | Masterlist
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“So those things, the Cybermasters, they can’t die?” Ryan is trying to get his head around regeneration as the four of you hide out in an empty room and you try to explain what’s happened.
“Technically yes, they can die. But they come back to life almost immediately. The Master made them from the bodies of dead Time Lords, so they can regenerate like The Doctor and I can”
“This is mad!” Graham says, shaking his head in disbelief.
“And now the Master’s got The Doctor trapped?” Yaz asks and you nod “so how do we save her?”
“I don't know” you answer honestly “she’s normally the one who knows what to do in these situations, she comes up the plans, she saves us”
“And you're her brilliant daughter. If anyone can come up with a Doctor saving plan it’s you” Graham says, squeezing your hand.
You give him a small unsure smile and think for a moment.
“Okay” you take a deep breath “we need to get into that room. The Master has the Doctor trapped in some sort of paralysing cage thing, if we can somehow get the control from him and free her then she’ll know what to do next. But how do we get into a room full of Cyber…” you trail off as an idea comes to you “The Cybermasters! We have to dress up as Cybermasters!”
“How?” Ryan asks
“We need to go back to the upgrading room”
“But there’s loads of Cybermasters around there” Yaz says
“Then we use the guns if we have to. Once they die we have about 30 seconds before they come back. We grab as much armour as we can and we disguise ourselves, but we have to be quick. 30 seconds, that’s all we’ve got”
“Okay” Yaz says, nodding as she psyches herself up.
“Lets do it” Ryan agrees
You're about to leave the room and start your journey back to the upgrade room when suddenly you can hear the Doctor in your head.
“Y/N?”
“What- how are you…?”
The fam stop and look at you confused as you're talking to yourself.
“Telepathic link, Time Lord Trick. Please tell me you're back at the TARDIS?” She says, she sounds more panicked than you’ve ever heard her sound.
“No, I’m hiding. I’m with Graham, Ryan and Yaz”
“What?! I told them to stay- you all need to get out of here now! The Master knows you escaped, he’s looking for you. Get back to the TARDIS, she’ll take you somewhere safe”
“NO! I’m not leaving you- Listen we’ve got a plan, we’re going to help you”
“Absolutely not! You're not doing that”
“I’m not asking for your permission. I’m not a child!” You snap.
“But you are MY child! I lost you once already Y/N, I can’t do it again” her voice cracks as she speaks and you feel your heart sink. She really does care about you, even if she is too awkward to admit it. You take slow, silent breaths as you consider what to do next.
“Y/N?” She questions.
“I’ll see you soon” you say before pushing her out of your mind, closing the link. You look up at the fam who are staring at you. “Telepathic link. The Master’s looking for me”
“What do we do?” Yaz asks you.
“We carry on with the plan. He’s left The Doctor alone, if we’re quick we can get to her before he does”
— — — —
After successfully getting your hands on some Cyber-suit armour and disguising yourselves you begin leading the fam back to where The Doctor is. You turn a corner and your heart almost stops when you see The Master walking towards you. You do your best to stay calm as you continue to march down the corridor, hoping that he’ll ignore you. Which he does until you get close.
“You lot!” He shouts, his voice think with anger “go and watch The Doctor. Don't let her out of your sight and if you see the girl, kill her! I’m bored of this.”
With that he storms off, presumably still looking for you. You take a moment to gather yourself before returning to marching.
“You alright?” Yaz whispers and you hum in response.
Finally you reach the entrance to the room where this mess all began. You warily push the door open expecting to see the room full of Cybermasters, but instead the room was empty. Apart from one lifeless body laying on the floor.
“No…” you whisper to yourself as you race down the stairs as fast as you can in the restrictive metal body, removing your helmet and throwing it to the side “Doctor?!”
You fall on your knees at her side and turn her face, pushing hair away from her eyes. The fam stand behind you, removing their helmets as they watch through worried eyes. “Please, please wake up! Please… I can’t lose you… Mum…”
When she doesn’t respond you lean forward and hug her, resting your head on her chest. A quiet sob escapes Yaz’s lips and Ryan puts his arm around her. Graham kneels down beside you, gently placing a hand on your back.
The four of you remain silent for a moment until you hear:
“My fam” the Doctor’s quiet voice makes you sit up and gasp with relief “my Y/N… what are you wearing? Oh” you help her sit up and she looks around the room still slightly dazed “all those memories…the matrix… the memories blew the matrix! Oh she’s clever. I’m clever!” A massive grin appears on her face and she looks at you “We’re all clever. All of us. However many that is”
“What are you talking about? What matrix?” You ask, a confused smile appearing on her lips as you look at her
“You called me mum” she ignores your questions
“Did I? Sorry-”
“No, I liked it” she smiles at you for a moment before standing up and helping you get up “right then, off we go! No, theres something I’m missing.” She thinks “The Master is creating a new race of Cybermen using Time Lord bodies”
“We know, we saw them” Yaz says
“We shot some of them but they just came back” Ryan adds and The Doctor gives him a look.
“An endlessly regenerating army. I have to stop him. Fast. You shouldn’t be here. No humans on Gallifrey”
“This is Gallifrey? Your home Gallifrey?” Graham sounds shocked
“I need to get you off this planet” The Doctor starts running up the stairs and you all follow. She runs down the corridor and uses her sonic to open up a door “Everyone, through here!”
You all rush inside and find yourselves in a room that feels familiar.
“It’s a TARDIS!” Ryan says, as the Doctor presses buttons on the central control. “It is a TARDIS right?”
“Looks like it” Graham agrees
“This can take us all home!” Yaz says happily.
“Not all” you say, watching The Doctor somehow knowing exactly what she’s planning. The fam look at you confused but you continue to look at her and she stares back. “You're staying aren’t you”
“I have to. What he’s created is the most dangerous threat this universe has ever seen. Immortal Cybermen. I can’t let a single one leave this planet, or its game over for everyone.”
“Then let us help you” Yaz pleads
“No. I started this, I have to end it. Alone. The TARDIS will take you back to the 21st century”
“You’re not serious!” Graham exclaims
���Deadly”
“What about you? How will you get back?” Ryan asks
“In my TARDIS” she says, but you don't believe her.
“Why are you lying to us?” You say and she looks at you “You don't think you're going to get out of this alive thats why you're sending us away!”
“Doctor?” Yaz presses. The Doctor continues looking at you before letting out a sigh.
“There’s a weapon here on Gallifrey that when activated will wipe out all life forms on the planet”
“You sure you want to do that?” Ryan asks
“I’m sure I don't want to do that, but there’s no alternative.”
“But you’ll die too”
“That’s the way it has to be. And I would do that in a heartbeat for this universe. For you…” she looks individually at each of the humans stood in front of her before her eyes finally land on you “…my fam”
She turns and walks towards the door, but Yaz runs after her.
“We’re not letting you go! You're not doing this!” She cries as she grabs her arm but the Doctor shakes her off.
“Get off me Yaz!” She pauses and takes a breath, tears in her eyes “please… live great lives”
She turns again and goes to leave but stops just before the door.
“Y/N” she says without turning around and you go to stand beside her “it’s up to you now. Look after them”
You nod and look down as the tears in your eyes threaten to fall.
“This isn’t fair, I’ve only just found you” your voice comes out as a whisper.
“I know. I’m sorry” she pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear “I’m so proud of who you’ve become”
She lets you go and walks away. The room is silent as you watch her leave, the door closing behind her.
You all stand completely still for a moment until the silence is broken by the sound of the TARDIS engines beginning to fire up. In that moment you make a split second decision and before you realise what you're doing you race out through the door.
“Y/N!” Graham yells.
You turn back to look at the fam.
“I’m sorry” you say before slamming the door and holding it shut until it, and the sound of the fam on the other side, fades away.
You lean your head against the wall where the door once was and stay there for a few moments as the reality of what you’ve just done sinks in. The Doctor is going to be so mad at you.
“You really shouldn’t have done that”
You spin around to see The Master glaring at you.
“I am going to enjoy killing you”
— — — —
The Master drags you outside to where his fleet of Cybermasters are stood waiting next to a huge ship. You try and shake yourself free from his arms but his grip tightens.
“Oh no, I am not letting you go this time” he growls before pulling out a device from his pocket and holding it up to his lips. He presses a button and as he speaks you hear his voice echo through the whole planet.
“Doooooctooooooorrrrr…” he sings “oh Doctorrrrrr. Come out come out wherever you are. I have something that belongs to you. Or should I say someone”
He holds the device to your mouth “Don't be shy, say hello to dear old mummy”
“Don't listen to him, stay where you are!” You shout through the mic and he pulls it away from you, letting out a frustrated huff.
“Oh she is like you isn’t she Doctor, annoyingly heroic.” He laughs “well if you want to see your little offspring again, I suggest you get here soon. I’m getting rather fed up of her”
He turns off the device and puts it back in his pocket.
“Why do you doing this? What happened to you to make you so full of hate?”
“I found out the truth. About who she is and subsequently who I am and I cannot BEAR it!” The eye contact he’s holding with you is almost unbearable, you can see the rage, hate and also hurt in him. You're relieved when he finally looks away and gestures to the Cybermasters around you. “They lied about all of it. All our lives, they pretended we were special, but we’re not. We’re just, experiments created by them from her! But oh how the tables have turned. Now they are MY experiments, created by ME! And together, we’re going to take over the universe”
“Not if I stop you” The Doctor says as she appears from inside the spaceship and walks down the ramp towards you. She looks at you and you can tell she’s angry that you are here instead of on the TARDIS. You give her your best ‘im sorry’ face.
“What makes you think you can stop me Doctor? You are nothing compared to me and my army!”
“Maybe not. Unless I had a weapon. A weapon I hoped I’d never have to use. A weapon that can wipe out all life on this planet. A weapon I just installed in your ship”
“If you detonate it you will die too. You and her” he shakes you and you wince slightly at the roughness.
“That’s why I am giving you one last chance. One final opportunity to do the right thing. Stop all of this now and deactivate your soldiers” she pleads with him and for a moment you think he’s actually considering it. But then he laughs and gets out a gun, holding it to your head.
“You don’t get to give me the ultimatum here Doctor. I am the one with the power, not you! I am the one who’s giving you a choice. Give me the detonator control, and I will let her live. Disobey me and I’ll shoot her now. And this is no ordinary gun. This gun makes death as slow and excruciatingly painful as possible. I made it myself, another one of my fun inventions.”
The Doctor looks at you and for the first time you can see real fear in her eyes. You shake your head slightly, trying to signal to her not to take the deal, but The Master grabs your face harshly, his fingers digging into your cheeks.
“She’s scared Doctor, I can feel her shaking and hear her little hearts beating so fast. Do you really want to watch her die? Give me the control”
“Don’t-” you start to say but he squeezes your face even harder, making you hiss in pain. Tears fill your eyes.
The Doctor takes the control out and holds it in view. She takes slow, careful steps towards you both until she’s close enough.
“Put the gun away first” she says and he just laughs “put it away or I’ll activate the weapon now”
“Don't you trust me Doctor?”
“Not really no” she replies bluntly
“Fine” he huffs and slowly puts the gun away
“Let her go”
“I’m not stupid Doctor but I am getting bored of this. Give me the control before I kill both of you”
She holds the control out and slowly pushes it closer to him until his hand is on it. Then suddenly she grabs you and pulls you from his grasp as the device in his hand starts bleeping. He looks at it then up at her in disbelief.
“You…” he says as he realises that she just set off the detonator. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the gun once again at the same time as The Doctor reaches into hers and pulls out a small bronze key. It glows and you hear the sound of the TARDIS. Then in a blur of action the Master points his gun at the Doctor and fires but you jump in front of the her, pushing her out the way. She grabs you as she falls, pulling you down with her. You see the green ray from the gun heading towards you and squeeze your eyes shut as you brace yourself for the impact-
-but it never comes.
You open your eyes again to find you and the Doctor are lying in a heap on the floor inside the TARDIS. She sits up so your head is resting on her legs, and you look up at her confused.
“When will you learn to not jump in front of me when someone fires a gun?” She says before smiling at you “are you okay?”
You sit up and check yourself before nodding at her, still in shock that you're not currently dead.
“Good, because you are in so much trouble!” She stands up and goes to the control panel “Why- WHY can you not just do what I say?! I told you to let me handle that alone. Not to follow me. Not to get yourself caught.” She rants at you and you carefully stand up, hugging your arms across yourself “You could have died Y/N! For real this time! Do you understand how close you came to not being here anymore-”
Suddenly all the emotions hit you at once and you break down. Tears flood your face as you bring your hand up to your mouth to try stop the sobs that are escaping. Your whole body is shaking with post shock adrenaline and The Doctor immediately stops messing with buttons on the control and hugs you tightly into her chest. She doesn’t say anything, she just lets you get it all out.
After a few minutes you finally calm down enough to talk.
“I’m so sorry” you say quietly “I just couldn’t bear the thought of you facing him and all those Cybermasters alone. I had to do something… but all I did was make things worse. I let you down”
The Doctor sighs and pulls away to look at you.
“You didn’t make things worse Y/N. Just, slightly more complicated” she lets out a small laugh as she wipes leftover tears off your cheek “and you didn’t let me down either. What you did was incredibly stupid, but also brave. I meant what I said back on the other TARDIS, I am so proud of you.”
“Don’t make me cry again” you laugh as you turn your attention to the monitor and the view of Gallifrey “I still don't understand what happened… one minute The Master was shooting at us, the next we were here”
“I used the key to summon the TARDIS and it materialised around us just in time.” The Doctor explains
“So that was your plan all along? Why didn’t you just tell us?”
“Because I wasn’t 100% sure it would work. It takes a lot of power to summon the TARDIS like that, I can’t do it very often. Plus she’s not always reliable”
The TARDIS makes a strange groaning noise and you let out a small laugh. You swear it responds to her.
“But what about the Master?” You ask
“The weapon detonated so every living thing on Gallifrey is dead. I’ve done a scan of the planet, no life signs.” She looks at the screen, a brief wave of sadness washes over her.
“I’m sorry…” you say, placing your hand on hers.
“They were already dead” she says as she turns to look at you before taking a deep breath and smiling “Right! Time to pick up the fam”
“Where did the other TARDIS take them?” You ask and she looks at you blankly.
“I don't actually know…”
“You don't know where they are!” You burst out laughing, shaking your head.
“They’re somewhere in the 21st century! We’ll find them…”
She takes your hand and places it on the lever.
“…together”
You both pull down and the TARDIS engines fire up once again, taking you on another adventure.
The Doctor and her daughter.
#doctor who#doctor who fic#doctor who imagine#13th Doctor#13th doctor x reader#13!doctor x reader#Thirteenth Doctor#thirteenth doctor x reader#thirteen x reader#the doctor x reader#the doctors daughter#the master#master x reader#Dhawan!master x reader#graham obrien x reader#graham obrien#yaz khan#ryan sinclair#the timeless children
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Desired Fate, Chapter 11
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Fireflies glided through the air like green-yellow orbs of light. Zelda was grateful for the comfortably humid evening air of Damel Forest, welcoming it against her skin.
She, along with Link and Impa, approached the entrance to the Spring of Courage, which was marked by the wide-open maw of a stone dragon, carved by an ancient tribe in the distant past. Zelda pushed ahead of Link and Impa, ascending the stone steps and moving towards the spring at the end of the walkway, eager to get this whole ordeal out of the way.
Fallen leaves floated in the ankle-deep, crystal clear waters of the spring. Zelda looked back momentarily at her companions. Link had stopped some distance away and had his back turned to them, guarding the two women should monsters encroach on Zelda’s duty at the spring.
Impa gestured for Zelda to get in, giving her a reassuring smile. “Everything is going to work out.”
Zelda hung her head slightly. She made her way over the last bit of the walkway where it started to space apart, carefully balancing herself as she navigated the stepping stones. She began her prayers aloud, watching the water ripple out from her as she waded through the water.
“I will do whatever I can, as I am right now. Even if all I have to give is my faith that things will work out. This is the thread I have been following all this time.” Zelda hated the worn-down quality of her voice.
She came to a stop, directing her attention to the towering Hylia statue in front of her, and she absentmindedly wondered which had been carved first: the monument to the dragon Farosh or Hylia.
She stared up at the goddess statue. It had a simple smile carved onto its face, and Zelda couldn’t help but feel a tinge of irritation. It was almost like it was mocking her, as silly as that sounded.
She was already quite exhausted just from the journey itself. And there was a terrible ache in her heart, weighing her down.
What's wrong with me? Am I not enough or am I just a joke to you?
And Zelda can almost hear the statue whisper back. “It’s because you’re not trying hard enough... You’ve got a poor attitude... It’s because you’re wrong. It’s because you’re impure, not holy like all the royal girls of the past. You’re a stain…”
Every real or imagined slight she’s ever endured came to mind and she broke. Zelda unclasped her hands, letting them fall to her sides. “I can’t… I can’t do this…”
“Princess Zelda?” Impa’s concerned voice called out from the edge of the spring. “Why don’t you take a moment of rest before you continue.”
“But we just got here…” Zelda replied, a little embarrassed that she had lost her composure so soon.
The silent knight turned to give Impa and Zelda a pitying look but said nothing.
Impa clasped her hands, a look of resolve dawning in her eyes. “Okay, I want you to try this. You say whatever’s on your mind and know that there is nothing you can say that will make us think less of you. You can get whatever it is off your chest, and then you can try again with a clear mind. Need to scream and rage? Want to gush about something you love? Anything. No judgment.”
Zelda gave Impa a strange look. This was the most unorthodox suggestion.
“It works for Purah when she gets stuck in her research.” Impa nodded for Zelda to at least give it a try.
“All of the research into the relics - if I cannot awaken to my power -will have been in vain. Impa, you are carrying out your duties with such grace, just as much as Link and the Champions. I am the only one who cannot live up to her own potential...”
“I didn’t ask you to self-flagellate, and there’s no need to butter me up. I’m asking you to air your rawest and darkest thoughts and emotions. Come on, give the goddess a confession that will make her proud.”
“I don’t have anything to confess.” Zelda choked out defensively. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought Purah had used a glamor spell to impersonate Impa. Zelda bit her lower lip, knowing there was no use trying to fool her closest friend and royal aide. “Well, I…” She took a steadying breath. “If you must know…. I can’t help but -”
The Princess’s expression went lifeless, being frozen in place as she was enveloped by a transparent dome characterized by a familiar feverish pink glow and constellations.
“Your Highness!” Impa yelled, noticing with alarm that Zelda’s eyes were glassy, the irises a faded green as if they were viewing something beyond their perception. Her lips were slightly parted as if in surprise.
Link quickly closed the distance between him and Impa, helping the Sheikah woman in her attempt to dispel the magical barrier holding the princess, but it was no use.
Impa pressed anxiously against the dome. “Is this the power? Please tell me it’s the power…” Impa’s voice went up an octave, although already knowing this was a ridiculous conclusion.
Link shook his head, pounding on the barrier with a look of desperation in his eyes.
Zelda’s eyes focus on the Prophet of Doom. They are both standing within an expansive luminous pink dome with its constellations creeping across its surface. Outside the dome, there is nothing but darkness. He’s not facing her, but he looks like he’s waiting for her. Zelda gives a sigh of longing, relieved that he is still alive. He is the one who consumes most of her thoughts. He was the first person she thought of when she woke up in the morning and the last she’d think about before she fell asleep. He had summoned her for some reason, and her heart skips a beat wondering what he could want. He’s not facing her, but he looks like he’s waiting for her.
“Good evening, your Highness...” There’s something about the tone of his voice that sets her at ease. It’s far less antagonistic.
Astor turns to her, and she’s not sure what to make of his expression, but it’s different from the way he looked at her before. She can feel his eyes on her, and she doesn’t move to cover herself, letting his gaze fall over her. His pale complexion does nothing to hide a massive bruise on his cheek, and Zelda’s hand goes to her chest.
Astor’s fidgeted with his hood, trying to hide his face from her. “Oh… You’re wondering how I came to be in such a sorry state? A certain Princess ordered her champions to attack the Yiga Hideout and Kohga’s right hand took exception to that…”
“I did no such thing! I was trying to protect you. I begged you to stay, but you wouldn’t listen.”
“Hmph! It is not befitting for you to fear for my safety. I have seen the future and you have not. I am far more powerful than a mere Yiga footsoldier. Ganon would not allow me to fall, for I have his resurrection and victory to ensure.
Zelda recognizes doubt in his voice, she has heard the same pained inflections in her own prayers.
“Ganon’s chosen or not, you are mortal. I can’t imagine Ganon to be a merciful master who would revive you if you were to fall. Did Ganon even punish those who did this to you?”
Astor didn’t answer, her point having landed.
“So… What are you going to do now?”
The question catches Astor off guard, but he responds with what comes naturally and makes him most comfortable, not ready to feel disloyal to Lord Ganon. “Continue my purpose without them, of course, and when the Calamity returns the Yiga Clan will face the full brunt of Lord Ganon’s wrath.”
“Just tell me… Does my seventeenth birthday mark the return of Calamity Ganon? Is it true?”
Astor nods, giving her a taunting smile, “It is fated by Lord Ganon himself, so you won’t awaken your power in time to stop the Calamity.” He doesn’t know why he persists in torturing this poor girl; not being able to help but fight against Hylia’s plan for him, set in his devotion to Ganon.
“Then… I’ll just have to go to the Spring of Wisdom early. I don’t care if I get in trouble or what happens to me as a result - if my father wants to punish me, that's fine. At least no one could say I didn’t try… not even him.” Zelda thought back to what Impa said, but she wasn’t confessing her most personal thoughts to Hylia, she was telling them to Astor.
“Naughty Naughty... Breaking Lanayru’s decree, are you? Nice try, Your Highness, but you don’t stand a chance of holding back the Calamity, even by going up to Mount Lanayru prematurely.” Astor couldn’t help but admire her devotion to her duty. Perhaps she wasn’t that different from him.
The princess sighs. “Maybe you are what’s wrong with me.” A sad, introspective expression crosses the princess's features. “You… being the reason I can’t find my power… Does that give you some satisfaction?”
Astor blinks. Was she even listening to him? It is like she is in her own little world as she looks at him… And Astor knows he has already lost to her. He is overcome at how vulnerable and beautiful she is at that moment, and he is stunned into silence by her admission. He had summoned her to shake her companions to the core and make a show of his power, or at least that is what he convinced himself of to not feel like a failure before Lord Ganon for wanting to see her so badly, but it is the princess who breaks down all his defenses with her words and her gaze. He can see the weariness and desire in her eyes. A Desire for him?
“What do you want from me? Why did you bring me here?” She asks.
“I- I don’t know…” He says, sounding… afraid? Zelda’s heart melts. Was she actually getting through to him?
“Astor… I hope you will allow me to give you what Calamity Ganon cannot…”
The seer panics, losing all control of the illusion, and the dome that held them shatters violently. Zelda screams, shielding her eyes as she reaches out for him.
Zelda blinked a few times and then looked to Impa and Link with surprise. “Oh…”
“Your Highness, you’re not hurt are you?”
It takes her a moment to fully come to. “Oh no, I’m fine,” she said, managing a melancholy smile. “I… I think I’m ready to continue.”
Link and Impa exchanged suspicious looks.
“Wait a minute. Aren’t you going to tell us what that was?” Impa demanded.
“Oh… That was… Astor.” Zelda said, trying to keep her voice serious in tone, although not being able to hold back a dreamy look in her eye.
“What? That was him? He didn’t hurt you, did he? What did he say?”
“Calm down, Impa. I’m fine, really,” Said Zelda, gently.
They stayed for about an hour more. The Princess eventually grew increasingly exhausted from her training and the group returned to Hyrule Castle.
After a day of rest, Zelda proceeded to the Spring of Power in Akkala, once again going through the motions of what was expected of her.
Her seventeenth birthday was closing in. She was growing more and more disillusioned by the day, although not willing to give up.
Zelda recalled when she’d first began her training at the age of seven. Urbosa had accompanied her to this spring during the winter months. The idea was to push her mind and body to the limit by standing in freezing cold water, and she had done just that for hours growing weaker and weaker. Urbosa had rescued her when she noticed the young girl begin to sway. Zelda had become very ill from that incident.
Now she stood in that same spring nearly a decade later, although thankfully it was a much warmer time of year.
Would prayer really awaken her power? She was questioning it more and more these days.
She thought of her mother, trying to recall memories that were growing dull with age.
Mother promised that her own power would develop within me… But she was wrong…
It was becoming harder and harder to return to the castle unsuccessful, mostly because her father was looking at her like she had disappointed him.
When she returned from the Spring of Power, King Rhoam issued the decree to evacuate Hyrule Castle Town, instructing his citizens to take shelter in villages that were furthest away from Hyrule Castle.
Zelda went to her chambers and collapsed into her bed, quickly falling asleep.
Zelda looks out over what she assumes to be the Spring of Wisdom, which is completely taken over by gelatinous red-purple matter... Malice. And she sees the eyes, like the one she saw in The Lost Woods; like the jewelry Astor wears to signify his role as Calamity Ganon’s chosen, that stare up at her as she calmly steps into the malice, wading through the waist-deep, undulating plasma.
She stands there a moment in silence, just accepting the state of things, and then she perceives a light growing above her. She looks up to see the goddess… Or at least the same woman from her dream before, the same one she had seen playing a harp and singing silently, as Zelda could not hear her voice.
The goddess was looking right at her, trying to speak to her, but again, no matter how urgently she spoke the goddess was silent. Zelda focused, trying to read her lip movements.
“Wake up” or “Don’t give up.” That was what she seemed to be saying. “Go now!”
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do you have any more nalu fic recs?
Sorry, not sorry - you’ve unleashed more than you could’ve guessed. ^^ Always happy to Recommend a List of Fics ~ And thank you for asking! Admittedly there’s a few Recs that aren’t Nalu - I got excited to share my favs. ;)
A Girl Worth Fighting For: Natsu navigates unspeakable horrors to win Lucy’s love or Natsu goes shopping, looking for the perfect white day gift.
A Lesson: Natsu and Lucy can’t keep themselves from expressing their passions - and the results are bed breaking. Short but smutty - smexy in fact. ;P
A Solidly Constructed Kiss: Erza strong-arms Lucy and Natsu into working the Kissing Booth to raise funds for a school trip. Lucy’s never been kissed and Natsu acts like he’s never entertained even the idea of kissing another person. Things naturally come to a head when Lucy and Natsu are given the task to build the actual booth; will they fight over construction or build themselves some kind of relationship?
Fairy Tail Week: A collection of drabbles from tumblr prompts to celebrate Fairy Tail. Fairy, Ladies, Lads, Magic, Guild, Ultimate Team, Stronger, Mashima, Tail. Only rated teen to err on the side of caution, family friendly content featuring most of the Fairy Tail Guild!
Feathers and Scales: Angel/Demon AU. Devils are more than they seem and Angels no less. Pitted against each other in a never-ending battle for souls, a single Angel and Devil trade mercies and fall in love. Warning: major character death(s).
Full Moon Secret: Natsu had wanted to tell Lucy his secrets, to share his family history with the fey…it had just never been the right time. Tonight the truth was going to be revealed, one way or another.
Okay, I could just keep hyping all of my own fics individually - but I won’t - other than to just put in a link to ALL OF THEM. ;) Fair warning, I have a few other fandoms works in all the Fairy Tail stories - from Brooklyn 99 to The Flash, Snow White with the Red Hair, RWBY, Blue Exorcist, Teen Titans and some Hakuouki. Yes, I’m a shameless self-promoter. Speaking of that - one more I need to rec! Natsu’s Stars in Lucy’s Sky. I swear Imma finish this.
I also have more than a few favourite authors who write for Fairy Tail (and other fandoms) ~ some have not contributed lately to Fairy Tail or chosen to concentrate on other fandoms - but I like them and their excellent writing.
ObsessedwithNalu: One of my first fandom friends and pretty much any of her FT stories is gold. @obsessedwithnalu
Christmas Treats: Admittedly a gift to me and very cherished for that fact - and - it’s frigging awesome. Lucy does a little holiday baking at home before Fairy Tail’s Christmas party. Natsu, as always, is there. One thing leads to another…
Thanks, Krov: When Krov decided to relax at his favorite bar after work, he never imagined that he’d be seeing some of his old guild members, especially since he thought they had died long ago. Nalu fluff.
Edo-Nalu love fest: Submissions for the Nalu love fest week of 2014. But instead of regular Nalu, these ones feature Edo-Nalu. Smut-tastic and delightfully mature.
ImpracticalDemon: Another early fandom friend who’s still writing this, that and the other thing - and she’s just GREAT. Again, a link to all her works and a few that are special to me follow. XOXOX @impracticaldemon
May the Best Man Survive: “Gray would never have in a million years thought he’d host Natsu’s bachelor party (Nalu pairing). Why is it his job to herd the bunch of rowdy mages from bar to bar, ending up at the guild where the real surprise party is? Oh yeah, the idiot had asked him to be the best man at his wedding. Hijinks, chaos and hilarity ensue.” ^^ A prompt supplied by me and I’m smirking so wide because the fic Imp came up with delivered more awesomeness than I could have hoped for!
A Star At His Side: “Accidentally Fall Asleep Together” for Endragoneel on tumblr. Natsu and Lucy spend the day together at a festival in Magnolia. Natsu ends up watching more than just the stars when the festival is over…
Christmas Gifts: When Erza walks Wendy home from the Guild’s Christmas Party, Wendy realizes how alone her friend and mentor is feeling. She sets out to recruit Lucy, Natsu and the rest to break Jellal out of prison for just one night, as a Christmas gift for Erza. Meanwhile, Natsu has accidentally burned some of Lucy’s writing. Will she forgive him?
Dark Shining Light: One of the best and most welcoming writers I have ever interacted with! I’m still gobsmacked she’s a friend! She’s a legend and I don’t know what else I could add to any discourse about her writing - but the classics are classic for a reason, yeah? Here’s a few of my personal favourites of her works and just know there’s too many to list them all! AKA @ff-darkshininglight
Mischievous Cat: Let’s just say there have been a few incidents where Happy has come in at a bad time.
What Belongs to a Demon: Everyone knew she belonged to the great demon lord and she would prove that she deserved to stand by his side.
The Truth Revealing Cards: Lucy should have known if there was a card that would reveal her secrets, Natsu would want it.
Eliz1369: Got introduced to her for her Hakuoki fics but she’d dipped her toes into FT as well ~ and this is a great fic. ^^ @eliz1369
The Light of Fairy Tail: The members of Fairy Tail may be their own brand of crazy, but their hearts are always in the right place.
rougescribe: Shame on me for not reading more of this author’s works! @rougescribe
Fire Sprite No 5: For him, Heaven wasn’t a place or a single moment in time. It was a feeling built on memories upon memories, past and present and a hope for future ones all tied down together. All sharing one common denominator: Her. Nalu. Tumblr Valentine’s Event.
Fallen Ark Angel: Admittedly I only have interacted from afar with this writer. I mainly read Nalu fics but I love her take on Mira and Laxus and her next gen offspring characters. She’s got a lot to offer and it’s all superb. @fallen029
Loving Satan: Loving Satan is never easy. But when she loves you back, its twice as bad.
Madartiste: Another one-sided love affair with someone else’s writing. And her stories are all wonderful and prolly appear on hundreds of Fic Rec Lists - but here’s one of my Favs! @madartiste
Hoarding: Getting interrupted gets old fast.
UranoMetria: I added her to my stable of fav authors 05-03-2014. Wow. Eons ago and even if I’m not sure she’s still active in the fandom, I salute her. Kudos.
The Goddess Gate: With six years of partnership, Natsu and Lucy are torn apart by a mysterious visit from a secret magic council. Lucy is kidnapped and her memories suppressed. She fights her way back home to regain her life - with a startling secret revealed as she begins to remember. The lives of all Earthland hang in the balance. **Okay, this is a wicked old fic - but amazingly written and fuelled my own desires for writing. Last updated in 2018 but who knows? Some current attention may slay any demons on her back in regards to writing - and even if not - the hours of enjoyment reading this is worth giving a comment just to say, ‘thank you for writing.‘
Wild Rhov: Do I even need to say anything about this author? Famous, famous, famous. Excellent. Writes a lot of pairings and fleshes every relationship into something REAL. I Can’t Even. @wildrhov
Beastly Possession: Something is murdering people in Magnolia. When Lucy is attacked, Natsu goes on a rampage to find the culprit, and everyone in Fairy Tail wants revenge. But could this bloodthirsty attacker be someone they know? Warning: High octane nightmare fuel! Do not read while eating, and beware of red eyes in the dark!
Shell1331: Introduced via Imp. This writer is in a few fandoms and is worth reading. @shell-senji
Juicy: Impulsivity and poorly chosen words get Natsu into more trouble than he’d expected, which is saying something for him.
AbsentAngel: Everyone should know this writer. Been stalking her since 2014 so that says something. Tho, it’s prolly just that I’m creepy. ;) My suggested fic here is being re-written/has been? into something original and worth being purchased when it becomes available and re-read over and over. No, I am not being paid to shill but I am open to having senpai notice me. @absent-angel
To the Flame: She stares, transfixed, as the blood runs down his fingers and begins to pool in his palm. He holds his hand up to her lips in offering, and she tears her eyes away from the blood to study his face. He is smiling softly. “Go on Luce, I didn’t cut them for nothing.” [Vamp AU]
HawkofNavarre: Loved for awesome and delightful Gruvia content. Looks like there’s a tumblr but I can’t manage to link it. :(
You Stole the Rain: He just wanted to be friends; fine, she just needed to change his mind. Gray x Juvia
Ricardian Scholar Clark-Weasley: Not sure I spelled that right even after checking three times! I usually short hand that to RS-CW in my head. And she’s prolific - has a tonne of fandoms and is a tower of talent. Is anyone reading all my fangirl gushing? 'Cause she follows one of my fics and comments (sorry I haven’t updated that fic in a while) and it’s a source of happiness that someone who writes so well happens to enjoy some of my content. Okay, bragging over - back to the Recs!
Tales of Fairies: A collection of oneshots exploring different friendships, ideas, sad themes, comical scenarios, and lots and lots of pairings…but mainly Nalu.
snogfairy: Another giant in the FT fandom. Impressive talent. @lineffability
naughty nalus: smutty nalu oneshots B) ***Mature content!***
Rivendell101: Another giant in FT and other fandoms. This author would be considered required reading if I ran a fandom course in a University setting. Just sayin’ @rivendell101
Crave: /krāv/ Verb. To feel a powerful desire for (something). They crave each other. And satiation doesn’t come easily. He growls against her again. “Beg for it,” he demands, lips ghosting against her.
Lakerae aka @hidetheremote : Did you think I’d forgotten you? Ha! Gotcha good! You’re an inspiration to me because you’re working so hard to publish your children’s books. Kudos to you li'l sis! You’re busy but still make it a point to talk to me and I love you for that and everything.
The Gift of the Magi: A Gajevy Twist: A retelling of the classic Christmas story “The Gift of the Magi,” with your favorite Fairy Tail couple Gajeel and Levy! It’s Christmas time and Gajeel and Levy exchange gifts. They both are surprised what they receive and learn a lesson of the true meaning of Christmas.
I could add more and more as I search my saved favs on FF.net ~ and I’m sorry to not include all of them - but this is crazy long as it is. If you read and like any of the recommended fics, please be sure to let the author know. To the authors of these and all fanfics, Thanks for everything.
#fic list#rec fic list#fan fics galore#mainly Nalu rec'd fics#sorry not sorry#asks#answered#more than poor anon bargained for
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It didn’t take long at all for you to pack, you wouldn’t need very much but just in case you packed a couple dresses in case they surprised you with a need for them with your jewelry case of Suzienne’s lost collection pieces for an extravagant decoration if needed. Swapping your formerly bloody blouse for your comfy maroon sweater your trunk floated after you as you added your bolero hat over your loose bun of curls now nearly to your neck. Em’s things were already packed for you and she bounced up into your arms ready for the trip nestling on your hip against your chest for the walk through the linked doorway into the King’s Apartment.
Following the sound of giggles you found them in one of the gardens and tight hugs and pecks on the cheeks were traded with the boys as you repeated, “See you Monday.” On your feet again Legolas couldn’t help but chuckle at your hug for him as well he gladly returned, “I’ll bring you back something, be careful not to fall from any trees.” Teasingly making Thranduil smirk you added, “Even if your Dad is able to fall from a hundred feet from one don’t actively try to do that until we get back.”
Legolas chuckled as the boys stood in awe of the fact asking to learn how to do that one day, “I will do my best to wait until your return for my tree diving practice.”
In a glance to Taule you flashed her a grin at her gentle pat on your shoulder you assumed to be her version of a hug before she claimed a tight one from Thranduil, “Enjoy your trip, Little Bud.” Glorfindel wished the boys goodbye as well promising to bring back pictures on a camera you had brought for them to do so with to share what the boys had missed. Trunks were tucked away in your satchel to ease travel and Em was back on your hip ready to go babbling to the men about her own plans for the country she had never seen in person yet.
Through the archway to the one in Pumpernickel they followed you around the hill or archways to another they did not recognize the symbol on. Straight through it their eyes flinched wider at the bustling hundreds around them in varying styles of dress and all speaking a thick rough language close to Khuzdul by their ear.
A single darting glance and a gasp was followed by your whispered name with a wave of heads turned and grins flashed your way. Bobs of heads came from those not willing to approach while those who did puzzled the men scrambling for something to write with and on they held while offering you their pens. Curiously the men watched you scribble out tiny notes and an abbreviation of your name between the mini interactions you had with each. One by one returning the head nods the dark shortened travel robe dressed pair behind you with circlet and crown on full display had issued around you until the flash of the first camera on a reporter went off.
Straight up to you while you made your way through the street and peacefully milling people flowing around you after they had been greeted themselves the reporter asked in thickly accented English, “Miss Black, what brings you to Lower Bulgaria?”
“Traveling through to France.”
Reporter, “Ooh, visiting family for the weekend?”
“Yes and no. Making the trip to film as well.”
A second reporter popped up, “Filming what?”
“Cinderella.” That stirred some grins and subtle ooh’s around you clearly showing the men it was a well known tale.
The first Reporter again asked, “Who are your friends?”
“My Partners, King Thranduil and Lord Glorfindel.”
First Reporter, “Can you spell that, please?”
You did and a Second Reporter asked, “Partners?”
“From The Greater Greenwood.” You nodded and accepting his pen you wrote their names and he nodded his head thanking you as you said, “We got to go catch our train.”
“Of course,” and “Safe travels,” rippled around you. And well wishes came in a muddle of formal greetings came for the pair behind you avoiding more people and a pillar to follow you through the rotating door into the train station. With tracks now opposite King’s Cross Station now in Dale that links with the rest of the British lands now North of Erebor across the small stretch of ocean that runs straight from there to Hogsmeade. The magnificent building stunned the men who turned their heads to take in the odd posters and signs they couldn’t read between statues and trains in the distance. A dip into your bag had you passing the confused pair their travel booklets.
“Your passports to travel in Wizarding Lands.” They nodded and you said, “The other lands are hoping to stick to our usual travel laws in light of all the changes.”
Glorfindel, “How do these come into use?”
When you took your place at the back of the line you also brought out the tickets along with your passport and Em’s saying, “They’ll ask for them, you hand them over and they’ll ask if you have anything to declare, you didn’t bring any food did you?” They shook their heads, “Good, then you say no and then they’ll ask if you’re traveling for business or pleasure and you say pleasure.”
Glorfindel, “Though you are traveling to work.”
“Yes, but you aren’t. There’s a special process of paperwork to earn an income in another Wizarding territory. For taxes and such.” Turning your head at Em’s tap on your shoulder the men joined you in stepping forward to head through the archway to check your tickets and head through to the terminals. At the split of your group the confused men held their tickets and booklets staring between the back of those in front of them and you between them then to the open stations in front of them.
After taking in the patterns of those in front of them they passed the papers over and watched the people pause at the front of the booklets then glance between the pictures inside to the men and ask with their formal titles, “Majesty, on holiday?”
Flatly Thranduil replied, “My partner is traveling for work, I am here for pleasure.”
Glorfindel gave roughly the same answer and they watched their books get stamped, closed and passed back to them and with a soft thanks they accepted them and walked around the stations through the turnstile into the open hall to link back up to your sides to follow you through the milling masses stealing glimpses up at the tall duo. In a settle of his hand on your upper back in a freed moment of taking space at your side when you turned for the right terminal, “I believe we were convincing.”
To which you grinned up at him and Thranduil asked after noticing scattered females also wearing various styles of hats, “Is it common to wear headdresses in this territory for females?”
Turning your head you stated, “Pure Blood tradition, no self respecting Witch would be caught without a hat.” His brow twitched and you giggled saying, “Meaning if you are traveling somewhere you are known you wear a hat. Sort of like your crown. We don’t have nobility but for pure bloods it would be as if they are Ladies, held to higher standard.” Earning a nod from him, “Though it does depend on how hard they are on keeping tradition or even if they like wearing hats or it could just be someone who likes hats. For me it’s tradition and I like my hat.”
Glorfindel, “It does seem to suit you.”
Em stated excitedly, “I’m getting a hat when I’m big.”
“Yes you are,” you giggled and kissed her cheek making her giggle too and curl up against your chest with a sudden big yawn ready for a nap. “This one’s ours.” You said turning to guide the men to the train on your right they eyed curiously in their approach.
Looking forward the pair followed you through the doorway they passed through and into the hall on their left stirring more gasps and waves on your way through to an empty car you opened and led the pair inside. Cautiously Thranduil slid the door shut as if he was afraid to break it and next to Glorfindel he sat across from you while you laid Em out on the bench beside you covering her with a blanket from your bag to let her sleep.
Thranduil broke the silence, “What lands are we in?”
“Lower Bulgria, the portion in the Misty Mountains just above Moria.” They nodded and you said, “You did do well.”
Glorfindel, “Might I ask, what messages did they take?”
“Oh, those were autographs. Um, when you meet someone famous you can ask them for an autograph, usually it can just be a signature or a brief message they choose as a keepsake of their meeting you.” Their brows inched up, “It’s odd, but, you get used to it.”
Thranduil, “That man, who asked you questions, and the other, why-,”
“They’re reporters. For their papers and magazines they can ask questions and they write articles or gossip columns on updates in the lives of celebrities or stories on current events.”
Glorfindel, “And you stated we were your partners? Partners in what, exactly?”
“Like, Life Partners. You’re 15,000 years old I don’t feel right calling you my boyfriends, you’re a bit too far into adulthood to be called boy anything. If you don’t-,”
They shook their heads, “No, no, Partner is good.” Both saying it with grins, feeling their hearts soaring knowing that this could possibly knock them far closer to the rights to propose engagement once a few more markers for their culture was honored.
Thranduil smoothed his fingers over his booklet and asked, “These travel laws, how do they work exactly?”
“Well,” you wet your lips, “We have separate countries, I know we’ve shared this, but each country has its own Ministry of Magic. To travel between them you have to follow certain laws, certain limits on foods, creatures or even cursed or jinxed items,” Earning nods from them. “Now, this is the main line that travels from country to country, but each country has its own train system to get from city to city inside its borders. Because most aren’t small enough to walk from one end to the other in a reasonable amount of time for jobs and such. All of this is to keep law and order, so you now have your own passports though if you notice the letters in the bottom right corner that means you’re both considered under the jurisdiction of the British Ministry of Magic.”
Glorfindel, “Is this common for new found allies?”
“Well, we haven’t found any new lands in centuries actually, however, see, all the Ministries of Magic have a Council they meet on every so often to share updates, part of how we spread the word about the war. Anyways, Remus shared about your people and the lands we’ve met so far and all of them would be willing to meet you.”
Thranduil, “On this visit?”
You shook your head, “No, not yet, a few countries are still holding their own elections, most have their former Ministers. But it would be official with plenty of advance for all the Lords if they wanted. You are considered magical races, Elves, Hobbits and Dwarves, just as we are the ones who have met you first and know you the best until you would be greeted formally and taught about our laws if something were to go wrong with one of your people traveling we would be contacted to take responsibility.”
Glorfindel, “If our people cause trouble they should be held responsible.”
“Well they would, only, see, we represent our countries when traveling, like a second set of parents, so to keep the peace between countries. Let’s say you went to Italy and got in trouble then they would contact the British Ministry, who would have you escorted back to their custody, and you would be penalized there and the British Ministry would ensure any damages be repaid or if necessary jail time be issued for any crimes committed.”
Thranduil, “That does make sense.”
Glorfindel, “How could food be harmful?”
“Certain foods, mainly with seeds could damage the plant life of another country. Like how blackberries can take over whole gardens. Also any hidden insects or animals could destroy crops from another. It can get a bit intense depending on where you travel, before Hogwarts we used to go everywhere with Regulus.” Earning nods from them.
Glorfindel, “Are they having troubles with their chimneys as well?”
“I don’t know. Our systems aren’t linked, goes along with our laws not to aparate into someone’s home, we can outside it just not inside it, so entering another country’s land has to be done legally by train or for the time being, archway. I would believe so, Britain mastered trapping the system in chimneys though I believe most are busy resettling into their shrunken cities into the copied countries on the largest island we brought. Of course their own Muggle borns have been mentally readied to blend into their cities fully with the Muggles they had saved on their own as well. There really isn’t much to England as far as monuments, a few scenic stops and forests then we have museums with galleries of items from past cultures and ages of artwork, not much past the people to make ours difficult.”
Thranduil, “Would it be best if our people do not travel your lands then?”
You shook your head, “That’s not what I meant, you’re all welcome, it would just be best if you didn’t travel alone so you’d have someone to help you through it all when you do travel, social cues and travel tips and all that, especially currency. But they can send a request to our Ministry for passports so they’ll be allowed through.”
Thranduil, “I still cannot fathom that you have no say in the matter after all you have done for all these people.”
With a smirk you replied, “Power and influence are two completely different things. Best I have no power right now.”
Glorfindel, “I trust you, our people trust you, what could there be to fear?”
“Darkness tends to linger near me. Give it time let a few shadows pop out then see where my head is and if I’m ready for power then.”
Thranduil, “You still doubt yourself?”
“I punched the King’s Cousin because he brought up that I was barefoot.” Glorfindel chortled and Thranduil smirked. “I think with the Feanoreans around I should leave the hot headedness to them.”
A whistle had you smirking in a placing of your hand on Em to keep her still in their rock forward and back again at the shifting of the train making them look out the window with lips parted. Details on trains were shared next and with the rest of the four hour drive you enjoyed the meal offered and spread out next to Em to get some sleep while the pair sat chatting about how they might share the travel news with the other Lords. Knowing some might take it as possibly offensive to not be counted as their own territories just yet until the laws are well known.
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One final sway later and the train came to a halt with the pair across from you watching as you helped Em to put her crayons and coloring book back into her bag. Having woken when she did you had shared more of what the pair could expect of the final leg of the trip. In a reach for Glorfindel he grinned hoisting the girl up to his hip while you pocketed her bag in your mokeskin pouch. At your free side Thranduil took hold of your hand at the first glimpse of your jittery nerves wondering how the trip would go.
With the other passengers you emptied the train and through the station you strode catching more grins and comments on your arrival along with the wonder of who your guests were. The clear foot above everyone’s heads made them stick out all the more and into the cool night you eyed the car waiting for you and the media ring around it. Once you passed through the doors a comment to Em had her head turn from the wall of flashes halting you for a moment to focus on the steps it took to get to the car. Once there the driver bowed to the pair around you and opened the door in his formal greeting to them and to you, “Miss Jaqi, welcome back to Paris.”
“Thank you.”
With a nudge from you Thranduil ducked into the car and curiously gathered the tail of his shirt when you stepped in after. Glorfindel was last as the driver greeted Em, “Miss Emelienne.”
She gave a groggy wave making the man smirk and shut the door for a sure to be published in the papers. Inside the warm car Thranduil eased his feet together eyeing his knees nearly to the same level of his shoulders and he asked, “What am I in?”
Giggling to yourself for a moment you summoned your own camera to capture the scene from the front of the car you pocketed earning a playfully furrowed expression from the King while Glorfindel grinned cuddling with Em in her giggling stretch of her legs up his propped up legs amused at the difference. “This is a car.” You said as the driver climbed in and started up the car again, in the shift of gears you said, “It’s sort of like a mini train.”
Thranduil, “Could they not accommodate taller passengers?”
Patting his thigh you said, “Dew Drop, like our deer, we barely break six feet as a majority. But back home if we ever use Arthur’s flying car I will remember the expanding spell.”
Glorfindel, “Flying-,” at the pull out of the car his eyes clinched wider at the lift of the car after a couple feet of rolling forward making you smirk at the pair.
“Flying car. They live on an island just outside of Paris with the Delacour family.”
Thranduil, “If you can make flying cars, then why do trains travel on the ground?”
“Because trains don’t turn easily and are harder to hide from Muggles, who had their own flying contraptions. Cars can turn invisible and easily avoid Muggle planes.” His brow inched up and in a cloud of smoke you make a biplane with spinning propeller and said, “Anywhere from single passenger to those that can hold hundreds, and they all crossed the sky hundreds a day allowing them travel to hundreds of countries separated by oceans or miles of other countries within hours. Not even counting the rockets that went into space.”
Glorfindel, “Space? Among the stars?”
You nodded and said, “I have books at home I can share with you later on their travels. A lot of them ended badly with them dying, but we got some spectacular images and data on our stars. Some of your constellations are the same but no doubt we’ll have to consult your star charts to learn about yours. Our Astrology Professor asked about that especially so we can have a whole new course next year to fit them all in with all the new stories.”
Thranduil, “Of course, I will send a message off when we return to the others to gather their Star Seekers.” The title made you smirk in their turn to inspect the island you were flying over.
Glorfindel, “I do have to ask, why travel this way? Would your door not travel this far?”
“Oh it’s a courtesy to honor the hold on magical transport past approved means, like the train and flying cars until they have settled fully. But in Fleur’s birth it was an allowed event to justify it.”
Landed on the outer edge of the city you named all you passed for them and the pair soaked in all they could especially the size of the castle that you were being driven up to. Each foot solidifying their view as to why with their ancient bloodline you would be expected to marry well as having one of the largest homes on this island. It was a matter of status and wealth and by the group of servants out front you saw that your family had readied and that this was no doubt to be a spectacle within a spectacle leaving you to hope the pair wouldn’t hate you or them after this was all through.
All legs exited the again open door and in Glorfindel’s arm Em drew grins from the waiting line of servants who greeted her and him then grinned wider seeing you after. By the crown they assumed Thranduil was the King you had written of and they bowed again greeting him as well.
A flick of your fingers had your trunks out of your hidden pouch giving the group an excuse to break the awkward stand off to carry the belongings up to your suites. Up the steps you led the duo to the open doors where you saw Eric rolling his eyes to the sound of his parents trying to fix Roderic’s lapel. Clearing his throat however had them ushering Roderic back among the others in their big group making you tilt your head and say in French, “They are people you know, not just titles.”
That made Vivienne’s brow inch up in her approach replying with a cool grin, “You have an attachment to the pair of Lords we are merely-,”
Stepping forward you initiated a hug and sighed out, “Wearing yourself thin.” After a peck on her cheek she mirrored followed by another on the other cheek you continued, “Just breathe and be yourselves. No need for all the flair it is just a work weekend.”
Vivienne reached out to adjust your hair laying over your chest to a more flattering position, “We are old fashioned. Titles will be honored,”
“Then at least just nod your heads, they don’t do the full bow or curtsy, at least here. Tiny bit, baby steps, you’re family they want to be friends with you.”
She sighed and said, “Baby steps.”
Shifting on her feet her gaze shifted to greet Em who called out for her, “Gran Gran,”
Glorfindel stepped forward offering the girl to her flashing a weak grin and returning the much more tolerable head bow, “Lady Vivienne, you have a lovely home. We are very grateful to have been allowed to join Jaqi in this visit.”
In her hugging Em between the child’s own babbled comments she replied a bit puzzled but awed at the title used for her, “Thank you, Lord Glorfindel.”
Thranduil spoke next returning her head bow to him, “Yes, it was an eye opening voyage. The train and then the flying car. Quite marvelous ways to travel and your island seems welcoming to visitors even though we hear your family and the Delacours split rule of it.”
She smirked as you were released by Ollivier and moved on to your great uncles and their families calming each of them with hushed comments. “Yes, well it is one of the largest Wizarding inhabited portions of France.”
Inhaling sharply after formally greeting Ollivier in his step forward to her side, he asked, “If I may, I was wondering, what is your stance on Muggles?” Her brow inched up again while Ollivier claimed Em for a tight hug and peck on the cheek, “I am merely curious. We have heard so much in the short time on Jaqi and her Friends and father’s side of her family on the matter, all rather comfortable around them, however you are from a different country and culture it seems. If you do not mind that is.”
Ollivier chuckled and said, “We do not mind Muggles. Neither attacking or seeking out their company when we can avoid it. We were raised in Wizarding towns so we find ourselves in Wizarding company. Muggles have their own entertainment and topics to converse on and avoid while we find trouble with attaining the facade of comfort among them due to our seclusion from them. Though our Jaqi does try to send word of matters we might find of interest. But, this is a new Paris. Our Muggles have mainly been molded to fit our new cities and by the end of next month it all should be restored to greater than its former magnificence.”
Vivienne nodded, “Yes, and we do hope you do not find this too forward, only when we heard of Jaqi’s plan to stay with us we planned a large dinner, our Minister and his Council will be in attendance, all of whom would no doubt be very pleased to make your acquaintance if you would not mind.”
Thranduil nodded and Glorfindel stated in Thranduil’s answering Em’s question, “As would we. We have heard great things of Jaqi’s travels to France.”
Eric, “Good, and since the country is mostly Wizards now we can grant you the full tour. The film is all itemized and on the drab days we might escort you ourselves while Jaqi irons out the final details.” Secretly the pair dreaded the thought of exploring without you but learning more from the country from those who had lived here while gaining a better link to this clan did seem promising that they could aid in their relaxing around you even more outside of the resemblance to their lost child.
A tour of a glanced at garden for Em had you, Vivienne and Ollivier left behind in the hall outside the entrance allowing your partners a better view of the property while supper was being finalized. To your right your Great Grandfather asked, “Soul mates? We read your letter describing Ones, however, it is difficult to imagine a King and Lord to rely on such a system for marriage.”
Inhaling sharply to try and halt the tears prickling in your eyes after catching a stolen glance from Glorfindel your way between shaped shrubberies. “You know one of the last conversations I had with my cousin Harry alone was me telling him war isn’t a fairytale. That I wasn’t the chosen one.” Their expressions dropped and in the shadow of the ledge over the open doorway they could see the tears pooling in your eyes, and in the crack of your sobering voice their hands settled on your upper back to smooth circles into your skin, “That sometimes I don’t even get to be the ugly stepsister in my own story. They tortured me, and beat me, and burned me and stabbed me and killed me, for years! And no one said anything! Not until the very end!”
Sharply you drew in a strong breath to keep from bursting into a full sob right there. “I want, so much, to believe that I get to be happy now, I get to be safe now. I want to believe that that was there and we can be better people now,” again your voice cracked in a momentary furrow of your brows in another fighting wave of sobs threatening to surface. “I never want Em to face anything I had to, to have to live without me. That we are more than worthy of having a life where we keep dying brutally over and over again and never get anything more. You met and fell in love and it was fate. My parents had their own whirlwind romance through school. We fell here, and these two men who want nothing more than my safety and happiness said they’re my Ones, I want to believe so badly that it isn’t a lie. That they will love and cherish and protect me and Em forever. I just want to be happy. I don’t want my life story to be nothing but pain again and again, and again.”
They had moved closer and your eyes clenched shut to hold on the tears at his lean in to hug you murmuring, “They will love you? The pair of them and never hold a grudge for choosing both?”
“They say they won’t. It is quite common, triangle relationships for Elves and Dwarves. They grew up together knowing they would share my life one day. They waited so long to just meet me.”
Vivienne, “Do you think you could love them enough to bear the titles? They seem to hold you to the rank of Queen already. They refer to us with titles of our own.”
“In their minds due to my place leading the Death Eaters I am one even without our courtship. Even the Grangers, Weasleys and Malfoys have titles by link to me.”
When you looked at her she cupped your cheek with a pained but sentimental gaze, “I just want you to be happy and safe.”
“For that, I need you to help me to believe this could be real. They make me feel so safe it’s terrifying to no end. But, if they could really love me and Em I think I could do anything. Face anything.”
After a lingering peck on the side of the forehead from him he rumbled in taking your hand, “We will get you your Happily Ever After.”
Vivienne’s finger rose, “However, separate beds. No sneaking in this house.”
“It’s not like that,” you said rolling your eyes. “For them when you have sex you’re married. The moment it happens. And they can wait centuries to even meet their Ones and some never are able to get together due to rank and so many other rules their courtship has. We’re taking it slow.”
Ollivier smirked, “You are untouched then, good.”
“I may have screwed things up in your eyes with Barty but-,”
Vivienne’s finger tapped your nose, “As far as Barty is concerned you are as good as divorced. We love Em, it was not meant to last but we have Em now. We have you. Safe and happy readying to be Queen.”
“Mummy! Hippo!”
That turned your head and Ollivier stated, “Ah, yes, we had to drain all we could find into our ponds before the move. Mr Scamander is collecting them on Tuesday for their new habitats.” Crossing the garden between the pair you brought Em over to greet one of the surfaced creatures Thranduil was taking a picture of to capture Em’s giggles at petting the shimmering calf nuzzling against her chest. For the few creatures you could see in their ponds you shared their traits and stood with Em on your hip to head for the dinner now ready.
Around the lavishly set table you all took your seats with the curious Lords seated one near Vivenne and Ollivier at opposite ends of the table while you and Em were in the middle in alternating gender assigned seats for their children and other grandchildren. Each dish of the three course meal added an intrigue to the new culture shift and a shared mental game to try and pull out what exactly was in each meal. Another shock however came in their being led to their own room down the hall from yours and Em’s. A brief reveal of how to work the light switches and lamps was given by the servant in charge of guiding them there who also set the alarm for them to wake on time. It would be an early start and no doubt slightly put off at having to sleep without you and little Em within reach the pair readied for bed and spread out in their own beds under the covers forcing themselves to sleep to be with you sooner.
Pt 30
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