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BARNESPIDEY’S MASTERLIST
i update it very often so it’s all up to date! x (feel free to reblog/like!)
i figured i’d just put the notes next to them - starting at +100 (in case anyone looks at that before reading) instead of adding different symbols next to them :)
❁ Peter Parker/Spiderman x reader
- “Is that your girlfriend, Spidey?” - Peter gets hurt in a mission and you finally meet the Avengers who never knew you even existed. (+600 notes)
- “Protecting” you - Peter wants to break up because he is sure that’s the only way he can protect you. (+350 notes)
⚓ PART 2 (+200 notes)
⚓ PART 3 (+200 notes)
❁ Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier x reader
- “True love never dies” - Steve goes to Peggy’s funeral and sees someone that looks so familiar and then he makes it his mission to make the woman meet up with someone who was very important to her 70 years ago… (+250 notes)
- “I’m afraid- so terrified I can hardly stand it. But what am I supposed to do? I’ve got to keep trying.” PROMPT (+100)
❁ Tom Holland x reader
- “You’re so cute when you’re half alseep like this…” - Visitng Tom and just being cute and tired. (+500 notes)
- “Exams and movie premieres don’t cooperate” - Tom really wants you to attend an important for him event but you have an exam the day and can’t, and he ends up mad (or something along these line) (+400 notes)
- “Home” - Visiting Tom in England after a few months of not seeing each other (+500 notes)
- Dating Tom Holland would include… (+550 notes)
❁ Draco Malfoy x reader
- “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to” PROMPT (+250 notes)
- “Alright ”- some fluff for yall (+150)
❁ Sirius Black x reader
- being in a bad mood (kind of Sirius x reader) would include… (+1k notes whAT EVEN)
- being Harry’s guardian (another kinda Sirius x reader) would include… (+350 notes)
- “Happier” - Sirius’ girlfriend seems to be happier without him. (+300 notes)
⚓ PART 2 (+100 notes)
❁ Zach Dempsey x reader
- “Stupid tapes” - Zach doesn’t want to tell his girlfriend about the tapes and she has enough and then Bryce Walker makes things even worse.(+500 notes)
⚓ PART 2 (+300 notes)
❁ Shawn Mendes x reader
- “Too tired” - Shawn stays up late to finish one of his songs and a very sleepy y/n comes to check on him. (+650 notes)
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Imagine: Being Sirius’ girlfriend and being best friends with the Marauders, Regulus, and Lilly. You force them all to have a sleepover together and secrets are revealed.
Not requested.
A/N: ANSGT WARNING! Also, I’m so happy with the way that last gif turned out! I’m such a loser lol (Sadly, I wasn’t able to find a good enough Regulus gif to fit in there though)
You were in Divinations class, trying your hardest to stay awake. Your boyfriend, Sirius, is shamelessly sleeping next to you, James is drawing on his face, Peter is staring up at the ceiling, and Remus is the only one actually taking notes.
Class eventually ends and you rush towards the door, you promised to meet your best friend Regulus before going to dinner with Lilly. It was difficult being friends with people who can’t stand to be around each other, but you loved them all so much, so you were willing to make it work.
“Y/N,” Your divination professor calls as you reach the door, “Can I speak to you for a moment.”
You sigh and walk up to her, “Yes Professor Opal?”
“I sense a very bad energy around you my dear,” You stare at her, a bit worried. Professor Opal has never been wrong with any of her predictions before, “Someone very close to you is in danger. A friend will die tonight if you cannot stop it.”
You heart races, “W-what?! Who?”
“That I do not know, I’m only telling you what I sense.”
“Thank you,” You nod, your head spinning. What do I do…?
Night fell, and you’re frantically pacing back and forth your dormitory, “Y/N? Will you tell me what’s wrong…?”
You ignore Lilly, once again. You finally come up with an idea, “Lilly! I need you to come with me!”
“What?! Where?” She says as you take her hand and drag her out of the dormitory. You don’t respond, you just drag her up to the Marauders’ dormitory, “Y/N, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but I’m not going in there!”
“Trust me Lilly! This is important!” You say, doing your secret knock on the boys’ door.
“Hello love!” Sirius says, opening the door, he looks confused when he sees Lilly, “Um… hey Evans…”
She nods awkwardly, “Hi…”
The moment he hears her name, James is on his feet, “Lillyflower! Just can’t stay away can you?!”
His face falls when he sees your expression, “What’s wrong Y/N?”
“Look, this is going to sound crazy, but we all need to spend the night in here tonight,” You explain, Lilly’s jaw instantly falls and she turns back towards the door, “Lilly! Wait!”
“I am not staying in here Y/N!” She enunciates.
“Please! Just listen to me!” You finally convince them to listen, and you explain what Professor Opal told you, “I’m bloody terrified. So, please just do this.”
They all share your worried expression at this point. Lilly was a bit skeptical as she never truly believed in divination, but even she knew that Professor Opal has never been wrong until now.
“I have to go get one more person, please just stay here.”
“Wait! Who else-” James’ voice is cut off as you shut the door and run off to look for Regulus.
You find him in the library; he planned on spending the night in there to study. It was Saturday tomorrow, but he had a make-up test scheduled in the evening, so he was a bit annoyed that you forced him to leave. He was even more annoyed when you told him he’d have to spend the night with his brother and his friends, but he was understanding when you told him why.
Sirius’ POV
“Who is she going to get mate?” James asks me.
“I don’t know, Alice?”
“Alice was in our dorm when she brought me here, she would have just brought both of us,” Lilly finally speaks up. Until now, the poor girl has just been sitting in awkward silence on Remus’ bed on the other end of the room, “Maybe she went to get Marlene.”
We sit in silence for a little while longer until Y/N finally knocks on the door. Peter rushes up to open the door, and my jaw drops. Regulus. I haven’t spoken to my brother since last summer, when I left home, I didn’t even know that Y/N was so close to Reg.
He stands there, even more awkwardly than Lilly, he gives a small wave, avoiding eye contact with me.
Y/N’s POV
You all sit around in silence. At least they’re not fighting. You sigh and finally speak up, “We’re going to be here all night, we might as well do something.”
“How about truth or dare?” James suggests, wiggling his eyebrows at Lilly, who scoffs in response.
“Sounds good to me,” Regulus replies staring at his brother.
You’re in the middle of your game and at this point, Sirius and Remus have switched clothes, you’ve made out with Sirius, Peter has his makeup done, and Lilly is on James’ lap -looking absolutely miserable.
“Sirius, truth or dare?” Regulus asks, every time Regulus’ turn comes up, he asks Sirius, and every time Sirius chooses dare.
Sirius puts his hands up in defeat, tired of being picked so much by his brother, “Truth.”
“Why did you leave?” The room falls silent.
A pained expression crosses his face, “You know why… I couldn’t stand to be around them anymore.”
Regulus nods, and Sirius continues, “Regulus, truth or dare?”
Peter is about say something about him not being allowed to question Regulus back but you stop him, “Truth.”
“When I left you didn’t say a word, why do you care now?” You can tell he’s trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice, and you take his hand and gently run your thumb over his knuckles in attempts to calm him.
“You think I wanted you to leave?!” Regulus says, his voice rising, “But what was I supposed to say Sirius? You just got up and bloody left!”
We sit in a tense silence for a moment; finally Regulus speaks up, “Sirius truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Why didn’t you take me with you…?” His voice cracks slightly and your heart breaks for your best friend.
“I’m sorry Reg…” Sirius says, looking down. He looks up to see Regulus running his fingers through his hair, Sirius’ eyes widen as he sees something poking out from under the cuff of Regulus’ shirt.
Anger floods his eyes, and you gently whisper, “Sirius, don’t-”
“Regulus, truth or dare?”
“Tru-”
“I dare you to roll up your sleeves,” Sirius interrupts.
“I picked truth Sirius,” Regulus chuckles nervously.
“I said roll up your goddamn sleeves Regulus!” Regulus looks at you desperately, but you know there’s absolutely nothing you can do or say. Everyone stares at Regulus, he sighs and slowly rolls up both sleeves on by one. The second they see the dark mark on Regulus’ arm, James, Remus, and Peter pull out their wands, Lilly lets out a loud gasp, and Sirius looks away in disgust and hurt.
“GET OUT!” James roars, Regulus argues and James steps closer to him.
“STOP IT!” You cry, stepping between them, “It’s not what you guys think! Just stop!”
“You knew?!” Sirius finally speaks up, absolutely furious, “You knew Y/N, and didn’t tell me?!”
“Sirius,” You say calmly, “It wasn’t my place, just hear him out!”
“There’s nothing left to hear,” He responds.
“Will you listen to me for once Sirius?!” Regulus burst. Everyone shuts up and turns to him, “I had no choice, you left me in that house. I could either run like you or I could join what our family believes. But I don’t have friends like you, I had nowhere to run to. I’m sorry!”
Regulus breaks down into tears, the boys have put their wands away and look incredibly disappointed, and Lilly has tears in her eyes like you. Sirius takes everyone by surprise when he pulls Regulus into a tight hug, letting out a throaty sob, “We’re going to be okay. I promise Reg, I promise.”
After the sentimental mood dies down a bit, you decide to call it a night -hoping the danger has already passed. You use a duplication spell to create two more beds, and you push all the bed closer together to fit them. Everyone gets his or her own bed and you share with Sirius.
Once everyone is settled in, Sirius finally wraps his arms around you from behind and whispers in your ear, “I’m sorry for yelling at you my love. I should’ve trusted you knew what you were doing. Thank you for taking care of my brother for all these years Y/N.”
You turn in his arms and place a kiss against his lips, “You don’t have to apologize Sirius, I can’t even imagine what you had to go through.”
“I love you Y/N,” He whispers, the sadness is still prevalent in his voice.
“I love you too,” You say, kissing him once again.
The next morning, the seven of you make your way to the Great Hall, making sure no one saw you together. When you finally get inside, Dumbledore makes an announcement, “The library caught on fire last night, luckily no one was harmed, it will be closed off for today while we work on repairs.”
You and your friends exchange glances with one another and all turn to Regulus, who mouths back ‘thank you’.
End.
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Guilt (George Imagine)
Requested by: Anon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: “I know that I am probably putting you through a lot.. But could you write how the reader would refuse to move on from Fred’s death but eventually and after a lot of breakdowns and agony(etc etc) she starts having feelings for George. George has feelings for her too but the guilt is present. Until something happens and.. Oh, well. All emotions break loose?? (Happy ending, please?)“
Character/s: Fred(ish) and George
Form: Full fic
Warnings: Angst, death, spoilers?, probably got details wrong,
A/N: Sorry if it sort of sucks and that it took so long. I feel personally like I could have done better. Thanks for requesting though!
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Dead. That was the word you had dreaded long before and will for long after as well. You knew life in the wizarding world was going down hill, but you never expected this much death or who would die. You wouldn’t even have believed he was gone if you hadn’t seen his body with your own eyes. Said eyes are tearing up with the thought popping back into your head, you feel sick and start shaking.
You were happy you were alone at the moment, you were tired of the pitiful looks and no one understanding at all. This whole situation has messed you up, you gained anxiety, depression, and a picture forever engraved in your mind all from one day. It was all so much, you jump up and run to the bathroom afraid of being psychically ill. You ended up just laying alone on the floor of the dark and cold bathroom. You hated this feeling of wanting to be all alone and wanting to also find you and care at the same time.
Today was one of the occasions when someone would stumble upon you. You heard a knock at the front door, you glance up at it slightly showing no real motivation to go open it. The knocking continued and it became apparent that just laying there and not getting it might not work out for you. “Y/n I know you’re in there.” you hear a familiar voice say and your heart leaps, but just as quickly falls.
You wipe what remained of the tears from your eyes and took a deep breath in as if to say ‘You can do this.’ You walk slowly to the door and open it, still trying to regain composer. “Um…hey, come in, George.” You say and step aside to let him in. You hoped he wouldn’t notice that you had been crying also that you hadn’t cleaned or done anything healthy in your apartment since you had got there.
He sighs after you close the door, “Are you okay? And please don’t lie to me again.” He said look down at the ground and glancing up to you at the end.
“Well I’m fine by my standards at least, I’ve been eating and I pick up some times. I still do get the panic attacks though and I still haven’t went anywhere except the store.” you say as nonchalantly as you possibly could though you knew he could probably see through it. He always could, he was just like his brother. You try to shake his thoughts but you knew they’d linger until after he left then manifest.
“Y/n, I know you’ll say no but I really want you to consider this. Please, move in with me and my family? No-one else will get what you’re going through like us and I think you really need it.” He said looking at you with a serious stare with a hint a sadness hidden.
You sighed knowing that it wasn’t like him to beg like that and that you did need it. “I will.” you say more agreeable than usual.
This causes him to do a double take, he never in a million years thought you would agree about that so quickly. He doesn’t say a word but comes over and hugs you tightly. After an awkward silence following the hug you two made plans to help you move.
The first few days living there were pretty awkward, you felt like the worlds biggest inconvenience and so many things in the household reminded you of Fred, even his family did. You were lucky it wasn’t crowded there everyone had moved out by then, except George who moved in to help you and honestly himself a bit.
After a while you had finally adjusted and had gotten a lot better as well. You had been there nearly a month without a panic attack and you were fully eating and meeting up with people again. You were already pretty close to the family but now you felt practically like you were sworn in. You were even allowed to chose your room, so you choose the one next to Georges.
It gave you a chance to talk to George a bit more, not that you didn’t talk. You talked quite a bit actually, in fact maybe a bit more than you should have. You were getting feelings for him and though it was cliche, it felt wrong but right. He looked just like Fred, so didn’t that make it all wrong?
You wished you could tell him but you really couldn’t it would be too much and you couldn’t handle rejection. It would so awful and you didn’t want to break down over that or make things awkward. You sigh deeply and make you way down the stairs to the kitchen.
You make your way into the kitchen, with your eyes closed from a large yawn. When you open your eyes you see the kitchen full, which is by no means what you expected to see. It was the whole family, plus Harry and Hermione there with Ron and Ginny; to make it worse they were all staring at you. You sit there for a second taking in the situation when you spin around on your heel and head back up the stairs.
You knew you should have stayed but the situation was embarrassing and you got anxious at just the thought of it and the people. There was no doubt in your mind they were talking about you right now. You curled up on your bed and tried not to cry. You stayed right there for a long time, actually the whole day.
You didn’t even get up to change clothes or go eat, plus you ignored all the knocks and people coming in to check up on you. You acted like you were napping every time they came until everyone left or went to sleep. You rolled out of bed and as quietly as could went downstairs.
You grabbed some food and crammed it down with some water. You sat at the table and stared out the window out at the stars, contemplating what the hell you’d do tomorrow. You heard some noises upstairs and tensed up momentarily until you realized they were coming from inside George’s room. You walked up the stairs slowly to avoid making extra noise, and walked to George’s door. You didn’t know why you were there but you did know he was awake and you wanted to talk to him.
You creaked the door open slowly and in a voice not even above a whisper you made sure he was awake, “George?”
There was a short pause then a half awake voice responding, “Y/n? Bloody hell it’s late, are you okay?” He asked sitting up and turning on a lamp beside his bed. You closed the door and walked over to a chair in the room, sitting down with a sigh.
“Yeah I’m fine.” you said looking down.
“Y/n.” He said sternly as if to call your bluff. You knew he could see right through you, maybe that’s why you went into there.
“Okay,” you pause for a second, “I may or may not have been avoiding everyone today.” You say and look up to see George nodding to urge you to continue.
“I knew I should’ve stayed and talked but it was all too much, nothings been the same since Fred-” You don’t finish the sentence when you feel your breath hitch.
“I know it hasn’t Y/n, we all know, and we all lost him.” George says softly trying not to make you feel worse about it. “I mean honestly It’s like I used to be a set and now one halves just gone and the other one got cracked in the process…” he adds, trying hard not to let on how hard it was to really admit that.
“Yeah I get that, I feel like I may have lost my other half too.” You admit. If only you knew home much it hurt him to hear you say that. He longed to be with you but it would never be that simple, he knew that, and it hurt him. For now though he had these moments when it was only you two and the only people you trusted with these feeling were each other.
There’s a short silence and you fill it with what was “You’re the only person I can talk to about this…. I- I just wish” you try to get the full sentence out but you’re cut off but hard sobs racking your body and lungs.
“Hey, hey Y/n…” he opens his arms wide to offer a hug, not certain what else to do. You look up at him standing up quickly and hug him tightly on his bed letting the tears stream. When you hug him back, though he’s not expecting it, he starts to cry too. You realize this when you feel his chest staggering against your head.
You two hold this position for quite a while, not saying anything because words weren’t really necessary. Eventually your tears let up quite a bit and you felt like you really couldn’t cry anymore and you still stayed there in his arms. Because for the first time since that day you felt happy and comfortable, though it was bittersweet. You closed your eyes and unbeknownst to you fell asleep.
George looked down to you and realized you were asleep, a soft smile a appeared on his face. He wiped some tears from off his cheeks and leaned over to turn off his light. He knew he probably shouldn’t, but he laid you down slowly on his bed along with himself. He slowly fell asleep with his arms around you, fearing the guilt he’d soon feel.
Your eyes fluttered open and you looked around, you were in a Weasley house room but it certainly wasn’t yours. You felt a shift in the bed beside you and an arm around you waist, you were immensely confused. You turned a bit to see ginger locks and a familiar face, it couldn’t be him could it? He opened his eyes and you closed yours trying to fake sleep out of nervousness.
He smiles a soft and sleepy smile, then he kisses you lightly on your forehead. He was about to get up and out of the bed to head downstairs before someone burst in and saw this when you said, “Morning, Fred.” Sleep lacing in your voice. You had assumed this was just a dream so you felt safe enough to say that, until you opened you eyes again and the reality hit you.
You saw a pale faced and clearly hurt George in front of you and remember the night before and your mistake. There’s a long silence as you both take in what had just happened. You get up and then look at him, “I-I’m so sorry.” you say and rush downstairs to get some breakfast. You play it off that you felt sick yesterday and that’s why you didn’t do anything.
You notice George doesn’t come downstairs for another hour, and you’re overtaken with pure guilt. How could you do that to him? You looked down and held no appetite, especially not when he came down. You avoided eye contact and all contact at all. It would have been one thing if this was just for the one day, but this had lasted over a month.
He wanted desperately to come over and apologize for all the awkwardness. He also really wanted to go back to that situation of having you in his arms, when you weren’t crying and actually looked happy, undisturbed, and comfortable. He’d give anything for you to look like that all the time, like you use to. He felt another pang of guilt, you only looked like that when you were with his twin, the twin he could never be or replace.
One night he laid awake haunted by the same painful thoughts, when he took a deep breath in. He had had enough of this and had to talk to you once more, he knew his brother would want both of you to move on. So with a deep breath in he pushed your door open to see you were awake. You were, he partially knew you would be, for he shared your insomnia.
There was a heavy silence as you stared at each other in the darkness. You instantly get anxious, was he here to yell at you? He had no idea what to say, he probably should have planned ahead. He just throws out the first thing that pops into his head. “Y/n… I’m so sorry for all this awkwardness… I just,” deep breath George you can do this, “I think I love you.”
You’re completely froze up, you expected him to be in there to finally bitch you out or kick you out. You had never expected this. Before you knew it your whole face was pink and you there were tears welling in you eyes. “I- um love” is all you can mutter out.
“You love Fred still, I know.” he says looking down to his feet and turning to walk away dejected.
“No!” you call out to him springing up from your bed and nearly sprinting towards him. He turns to you eyes wide in surprise but they grew even more when you slammed your lips into his and closed your eyes. He wraps his arms around you and bends down slightly so you aren’t on your tiptoes, closing his eye’s as well. Both of you have some tears falling.
It was tender and sweet, and everything you had ever dreamed. You hoped this would cover for the fact you couldn’t properly spit out a confession. You both got so entranced in the moment that you failed to notice quite a few sets footsteps coming upstairs after hearing you yell no. You pulled away from the kiss and opened your eyes slowly, “You know, that night when I said ‘I just wish’ I was going to say ‘I just wish we could be together’”
You snap out of the moment however when you hear four ‘aww’s’ and two ‘eww’s’. You turned to see Ginny and Ron cringing and the rest of the lot with stupid grins. You both grinned back, happy for more reasons than I can even list. He turned his head and smiled down at you fondly, eyes holding more admiration than words could ever describe or you could ever know.
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Reunion (Sirius Black Imagine)
Requested by: Anon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: 4, 11, 19
4. “I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.” -Pocahontas
11. "Why me?“ "Because you saw me when I was invisible.” -The Princess Diaries
19. "I have made the decision to trust you.“ "A horrible decision really.” -Tangled
Character/s: Sirius (Post Azkaban) x fem! reader
Form: drabble
Warnings: Swearing
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It had been a long time since you had seen him, and honestly you had gotten use to the idea that you never would again. Azkaban did have the best security but part of you still hoped, I mean someone could figure out how to escape it would be him. You knew you had feelings for him when he was sent away and believe that he didn’t do anything he was accused of. Though that was a long time ago and though you had moved on when he escaped you were still pretty excited.
Though after he never came to see you or anything after escaping you thought he may have forgotten you or just stopped caring. A while after the news of his escape you started hearing a voice in your sleep. They sounded familiar but you couldn’t pin point who it was. You would have some full blown conversations in those times though you knew how dangerous that was you did it anyways because you were lonely and a part of you said they were lonely too.
The voice started saying things along the lines of, ‘We should meet up Y/N.’ After he said that you took a couple nights to think it over coming to the conclusion that A. There’s no way the voice in your head is Voldemort so you’re safe there and B. If you took your wand you’d be fine. So one night you sigh and in your most confident voice said, “I have thought over meeting up and I have made the decision to trust you.”
You hear a chuckle almost mocking you with it’s familiarity, “A horrible decision really.” That statement should have raised a red flag but it was almost like you were mesmerized by this person and felt safety in their presence. You still figure you should hold off a bit after him saying that
“Fine, than I won’t meet with you.” you say flatly.
“No, that was a joke. I still want to see you again.” he says. You instantly get confused, again? Maybe you were right and you did know this voice and person. Was it maybe him…? No, no way you dismiss those thoughts and wake up to get ready to meet this mystery person.
You slowly approach the spot you had decided upon for meeting. You saw a tall figure in the distance and gripped onto your wand tensely. As you approached he turned and smiled at you, “Hello Y/N, long time no see.” You felt like you were just stabbed through the chest as you gasp and drop your wand, slowly tearing up from seeing him again and from the shock.
“Sirius?? I- um- how, you are, aaa, WHAT?” you stutter out, not able to think straight. He chuckles at that, finding your confusion adorable.
“I missed you so much Y/n.” He says holding a soft smile and shakes his head.
At this point your crying due to being so overwhelmed. He notices this and realizes he may should have maybe done this differently. “Hey don’t c-”
You interrupt him, finally getting a hold of yourself. “Why are you back now? Why didn’t you talk to me or tell me who you are sooner? I thought something happened to you or,” you pause and take a deep breath, “Or that you didn’t even want to know me anymore.” You say, still holding enough trust in him to admit that.
He walked over and wiped the tears off your face, grabbing your chin to turn your face up so he could look you in the eyes he loves so dearly. “I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.” he says in a sincere voice, giving you a comforting smile at the end.
You smiled a little bit and shook your head a bit looking down, “Why me?” you ask looking back up to him at the end.
He wraps his arms around you, “Because you saw me when I was invisible.”
You were confused by that statement and softly ask, “When have I ever done that?” You thought for a second he didn’t even hear you because of how quiet you asked it, not wanting to ruin the moment.
He backed up a step, unraveling his arms from around you staring down at you in disbelief that you couldn’t know. “When have you not? You were there for me and believed me when they were going to take me away, I know when I escaped you would write to Harry asking if he’d seen me and if I was okay, and even when I talked to you in your sleep and you didn’t know who I was you were still polite and perfect to me. Y/n you’re the best woman, no person I have ever met and ever will meet!”
He finishes up with his little speech and your whole face was red. The man who you had loved for what felt like forever just said he thought you are perfect. You try to process it all and respond but he just laughs and says, “Man you’re even adorable when you’re flustered.” This only makes it worse, he just hugs you again.
“I missed you…” you mumble into his chest.
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Meetings (Sirius Imagine)
Requested by: Anon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: “If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself. – Nikita Gill ” Could you write something about Sirius? Anything that reflects the quote. Or even insert the quote somewhere along the story? All those feels… My! (Could it be an age difference-romantic x female reader?)
Character/s: Sirius x Fem! Reader
Form: Somewhere between a drabble and a full fic
Warnings: insecure Sirius, angst,
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You checked a small wristwatch you had, it read 12:35 which meant it was time to sneak out. You slowly got out of your four post, trying not to make any creaks. You tip-toe out of the common room with almost no trouble, you’d been doing this long enough that you had no real worry. You brace yourself as you step into the brisk cold air outside the castles walls.
You step out and clutch your robes closer to you slowly making your way towards the Whomping Willow. You try your hair back as well as you could as you approached the tree not wanting your hair to cover your eyes or worse, end up caught. You dodge the branches that try to slam down and crush you, you race towards a small opening in the roots and below the tree. You softball slide into it not caring about the dirt getting on you clothes.
You stand up the best you can and brush some off, letting your hair down and shaking it back into its place. After that you notice your dorky, but handsome, boyfriend staring up at you with stars in his eyes. “What’s that look for?” you ask.
“Better question is what isn’t it for?” he says smirking as you blush a bit. It’s not obvious though considering your cheeks are already rosy from the current temperature. “You look cold, come here Y/n” he says opening his arms for you. You gladly accept this gesture and come into his arms, smiling as they wrap around you.
You two stay just like that for quite a while, with him warming you up with his own heat. It felt like almost no time at all, it never did when you guys would meet up. You sigh lovingly and smile up at him, he smiles down at you twice as radiantly so happy to have you as his. You hear wind whistling as it hits the entrance to your little hideaway. “I don’t understand why we still meet up here of all places.”
He replies with a smile displaying in his voice, “Well it worked the first times I would hideout here.”
“You don’t even live near here!” you say and throw you arms up in the air jokingly.
“Yes, and you,” he boops your nose as if to punctuate, “can’t leave the school grounds.”
You look back to the door and admit defeat, “Fair enough.” You hear the wind howling outside and it sends a small chill down your spine. You snuggle back up with Sirius and close your eyes. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you tighter and nuzzle his face into the top of you head.
There is a comfortable silence, but within it your mind started wandering as it often does. Your smile fades a bit as you consider telling him about some of the stuff that’s been bugging you lately. You were in your seventh year and with only a few months left until graduation you knew maybe this relationship wasn’t a great idea.
While you had no intentions of breaking it off with him, you were still nervous of what might happen if you were found out. Your parents wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to find out you had a fugitive, twice your age boyfriend. You loved him and you knew he loved you as well so it shouldn’t be an issue but if you’re found out so is he.
You two tended to narrowly avoid this topic if it almost came up. You trusted this man with your life and he had trusted you with so much. You knew it was only right to tell him how afraid you were and you’d probably work through it. The moment never felt right, especially not right now with him humming happily and cuddling you. “One of these days we’re going to be caught.” was all you said to stop his humming and cause his breath to catch.
You sat that in what went from comfortable loving silence to awkward silence. The air felt thick and heavy the moment the words left your mouth. You looked down while you anxiously waited for a reply. “What? Where is this coming from?” he says turning you slightly to look at you. You see he has a questioning and slightly concerned look on his face. When you look in his eyes you can tell he’s been thinking about this too and he’s just as nervous to have this conversation.
“Well, I have to sneak out at night and if I get caught, then you will too.” you say.
There’s a pause and a sigh, followed by your own. This conversation had just began and it was already taking a lot out of you both. Now it was Sirius’ turn to look down. He was overtaken by guilt, you had a point and he knew it. You were putting a lot at risk just for him, plus he didn’t even remotely consider himself boyfriend material.
“Yeah…” was all he said for a while, not certain what else there was to say. He then mustered up the courage to ask you, “Does this mean you’re leaving me then?” God he sounded pitiful to himself, it probably seemed like he was trying to guilt trip you.
You’re very taken aback by this, letting out a small gasp you looked at him once more. You wondered how could he think that? You would never leave him, you loved him too much and you thought he knew that. “No, no, no, NO! I would never leave you Sirius.” you say hoping his spirits might lighten and the room would get more chipper.
“I don’t see why not.” he says sounding rather depressed. He knew he shouldn’t be talking like that but all his insecurities had manifested in this moment. You’re once again surprised, he had never acted this way. You felt incredibly guilty for being the cause.
“Because I love you!” you say putting your hand to your chest. He just kept looking down, questioning why you even do. “Sirius, look at me.” he does and you see him on the brink of tears. You were never great at helping people when they’re crying. “You’re kind, funny, sweet, warmhearted, and all around just amazing. I would never leave you and if I did, you might need to look around for some polyjuice potion somewhere.” you say smiling a bit at the end.
He grins at you with a few built up tears rolling down his cheeks. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you pulling you closer to him. “How did I end up with someone as great as you?” he asks shaking his head a bit.
“Well if you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.” you say gazing up into his eyes. He puts a hand under your chin and kisses you softly on the lips. You both close your eyes and take in the moment. He pulls away slowly and looks into your eyes with his old cheerful smile on his face, “and that’s what I get everyday with you, love.”
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Draco’s Birthday (Angst, Headcanon)
Draco’s Birthday (Angst)
- Not understanding him when he told you he didn’t like celebrating his birthday.
- Surely Draco Malfoy would adore a day made out just to celebrate him, right?
- Him telling you why he doesn’t like his birthday.
- “It’s just always a long string of disappointments. ‘Draco didn’t do this’, ‘Draco didn’t do that,’. Plus, it’s far too cheesy for my liking. Seeing all the family, having to react a certain way to it all- it’s just too much for me. Putting up a polite act to keep our image squeaky clean. Plus, I’ve never been big on parties. Huge celebration every year, lots of important people, more people to have to impress, more people to let down…it’s just not fun, y/n.”
- You’d insisted that at least the two of you had to celebrate his birthday.
- He’d reluctantly agreed, saying he didn’t want anything extravagant or over-the-top.
- So, you’d simply made a reason for Narcissa and Lucius to leave the house (they completely knew what you were doing, they thought it was sweet…mostly Narcissa.)
- You’d made a somewhat decent dinner and had it ready for when Draco got to Malfoy Manor.
- You surprised him with the dinner, grinning proudly at him.
- “What…what is this?”
- “It’s something I made for you! I’m not the best cook…”
- He’d insisted it would be wonderfully before you could finish your sentence and began eating.
- The dinner wasn’t horrible, it was mediocre.
- (Although Draco insisted it was the best meal he’d ever eaten.)
- You’d gone out to the garden and just lay down with him, snuggling together under a blanket and talking to each other the whole night.
- You two falling asleep at sunrise, still curled up together.
- This was one of the happiest days of Draco’s life, and he was made you fully aware of it every day after.
- Just the two of you, with a meal that was always a little below par, a blanket under the stars and talking until sunrise.
- You two telling each other you loved each other an abnormal amount of times.
- The gesture making Draco cry.
- He’d never admit it to anyone else, but the fact that you did this for him completely melted his heart.
- But, the next year at Hogwarts, Draco simply didn’t show up for his birthday.
- He hadn’t been able to face you, knowing what he had to do, and what he had already done.
- He thought he was too far in to go back.
- So, he just didn’t go back.
- And everything came to a screeching halt.
- Just like that, his first birthday he truly appreciated became the last one he ever celebrated, and one of the last times he ever saw you again.
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Waiting For Him
Hey guys! Listen, I’m in a really weird mood after a few things have happened recently and this is what’s coming out of it. I’ll try to get going on requests. I know that I’m taking 45 years on them. I’m not really sure what this is, but I hope you enjoy.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Requested: Nope
Warnings: Swearing, angst(?) ((Idk what else to call this))
You laid in bed, moonlight bathing you in a soft silver glow that you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy. Not anymore. Ever since Draco had left you to go with his parents, you found that you didn’t enjoy much. It also came to your attention that you spent most of your waking hours alone. Not always alone in the sense that there was no one around you, but alone in the sense that no one understood what you felt. Isolation. Being alone wasn’t really what bothered you though; it was the emptiness that you carried in your chest.
Watching the night sky, you heaved a long sigh. Sometimes you were envious of the stars. They couldn’t feel empty or alone for they were simply stars. You rolled away from your open window, staring intently at the empty space next to you. Draco should be there, mumbling about how ‘his father would hear about this’ in his sleep.
“I miss you,” You said. The open air took your words, devouring them so quickly that you weren’t entirely sure you’d said anything at all.
“I hate you.” Again the words vanished.
You rose from your bed, wondering vaguely what time it was. Probably late. Not that it mattered. You lived by yourself because you had some absurd notion that he would walk through your front door one day and slip into bed with you, just like he had back at Hogwarts. You padded into your living room and sat on the couch, listening calmly to the deafening silence. Nothing existed to fill that void for you. You looked around the room as though you didn’t see it everyday.
It was plain, like no one really lived in it. The walls were a dusty grey, illuminated by the light of two white lamps sat on either side of a blocky, grey couch. No pillows rested on said couch. There were no pictures on the walls. There were no books on the little wooden coffee table, not even a magazine. The cool wood of the floor didn’t even have an area rug. Not even the windows had a speck of life. They were covered by blinds rather than curtains. It all looked so impersonal. For a reason only you seemed to understand, the room held all the warmth and comfort of a hospital waiting room.
“You’re never coming back.” Hearing the words aloud stung. It made them real.
Shaking your head, you laid back on the couch. The weight in your chest gave way to the usual emptiness. It throbbed in it’s usual dull ache somewhere in the very center. At first you’d thought someone had hollowed out your chest but, as usual, you realized it was only you curling loneliness. With that, you fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning, you woke with a crick in your neck and a soft throb from the hole in your chest. You stretched. You wondered again what time it was, though you had no real way of knowing. You didn’t have a clock in your house. At some point, you’d stopped caring to know what time it was for the simple thought of it consumed you.
“What am I waiting for?” It was a good question; one you’d been asking for years.
That waiting was what gave you the emptiness in your chest, what hollowed out your insides, what make you get rid of your clocks. You knew the answer to the question, but you had no interest in answering it.
A knock echoed through your home. Odd. Everyone you knew just walked in. You stared at the door as though it would open all on it’s own. It didn’t. Finally, you pulled yourself off the couch and opened it. There stood a tall blond with grey eyes and a haunted face. In front of you, stood Draco Malfoy. You blinked, wondering if you’d finally gone batty or if you were dreaming.
“Hello,” He said.
“Hi,” You responded.
Draco watched you with tired eyes and you knew he was wondering how you would react. You just stared, stepping aside to let him in. He seemed startled by the way your place looked.
“It’s been a long time,” He said as you took a seat on the couch.
“It has.” Draco stood in the middle of the room like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do.
“How are you, (Y/N)?” He asked.
“Surviving, I suppose,” You sighed. He gave you a concerned look as he looked around the room. Your living room had a surprising effect on people, like a Dementor, it sucked happiness away. Life itself.
“How long have you lived here?” You thought for a moment.
“Since just after the battle,” You said.
“Oh.” His pale face creased in concern. You wondered if it was real.
“You came back,” You noted emotionlessly. Finally, he sat next to you, clasping his hands in front of him and resting his elbows on his knees.
“I have,” He said. You watched him. He looked just as beaten down and tired at sixteen as he did now. That was worrisome to you. You always hoped that he’d been better even if you hadn’t been.
It was odd. Sometimes you told the air that you hated him and sometimes you told it that you loved him, but seeing him brought a certain kind of numbness that you’d only felt in dreams. It was pleasant. For once, you chest didn’t ache from the constant emptiness. The hole there seemed to have drawn itself nearly closed. Nearly.
“Why?” With a nervous glance, he ran a hand through his hair. You noted that he didn’t keep it slicked back anymore.
“I can’t exactly describe it,” He said.
“Try.”
“I can’t!” He snapped, glaring at you fiercely. You didn’t even flinch. You’d known him long enough to know that his bark was much worse than his bite.
“Are you empty too?” You asked. Somewhere in the back of your mind you thought you sounded like Luna. Grey eyes snapped up to meet yours with a look of surprise. They looked wet.
“Yes,” He said, relieved. It must have taken up a lot of his time thinking about what he felt.
“I’ve been empty for a long time. It was like you took a piece of me with you the day you left,” You said, unsure of why you were telling him that. For a moment, he looked guilty.
“I’m back,” He said, quietly. You turned to look at him fully, anger that you hadn’t felt for a long time flared.
“Are you gonna take some more? Hollow me out a little more?” You hissed. He flinched and, as quickly as it came, you anger fled. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. There wasn’t any point in being angry. Or sad. There wasn’t much point in feeling at all. You shook your head.
“I’m sorry,” Both of you said at once.
A silence fell over the two of you. Not the deafening silence that you usually experienced, a nice one. You could hear his ragged breathing, like he was trying his best not to cry. No tears came to your eyes despite the feeling of your heart splitting in two for the second time in your life. Reaching out, you placed the very tips of your fingers against his cheek. Then you both broke down. Both of you began to sob as you fell into each other. You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat and cried, but he pressed you so tight to his chest you wondered if you’d just become one person. It seemed okay at that point.
You looked up into his face. Draco was oddly beautiful when he cried. His eyes turned to a muted grey, the color one would see just before a storm over the ocean. You wondered what yours looked like. The paleness of his face seemed to have had life breathed into it, redness lingering in his cheeks. Tears glistened, making shiney paths down his face until they dripped off his clenched jaw.
“I missed you,” You whispered. He pressed a cheek to the top of your head.
“Merlin, (Y/N), I can’t even begin to explain how much I missed you,” He said. You buried your head in his chest, letting out a soft sob.
“I hate you,” You said. He held you impossibly closer and nodded.
“I do too,” He whimpered. You gripped the back of his shirt so hard you feared you’d rip it. You hated that he sounded that way. Pulling back, you looked up at him again. His eyes were brimming with tears again.
“You were never coming back,” You said. A wave of pain washed over his face and he cradled your cheek.
“Of course I was. I’m here, aren’t I?” He said, softly. You breathed a somewhat hysterical laugh.
“I don’t know.” He stared at you.
“Pardon?” You laughed again.
“I don’t know. I’ve had this dream so many times and it was so real everytime, but I always wake up,” You said. He pulled you against his chest again and you offered little resistance.
“I’m so sorry, love, merlin, I’m so sorry,” He mumbled into your hair. Your cheeks laid against his chest, feeling the warmth radiating through his shirt.
“You’ve never said that before.” He stiffened, slightly. “This isn’t a dream. You’ve never been sorry before.” You knew he was staring straight ahead, trying to convince himself not to cry.
“I’ve been sorry since I chose them over you,” He said. You placed a hand on his chest. It felt solid, just like always.
“You can cry, you know,” You said, calmly. He pulled in a shaky breath.
He didn’t say anything else, but you knew that he was crying again. Somehow, you felt satisfied. Not because he was crying, but because he was close to you again. You could smell his cologne. It was awful. Something about it make your lips hitch up into a little smirk.
“You never changed your cologne. Still smells terrible,” You said, a hint of a laugh in your voice.
“Only you would think to say something like that in a situation like this, darling,” He said. You detected a hint of a laugh behind his tears as well. You sat up fully, wiping his tears away with the pad of your thumb. He leaned into your hand almost as though he’d forgotten how your touch felt. Then again, you’d nearly forgotten what it was like to be held by him (or anyone else).
“Are you gonna stay?” You asked. He turned his head, kissing the palm of your hand.
“If you’ll have me,” He replied, his voice holding a nervous undertone.
“I didn’t wait this long just to kick you out.” He chuckled, the soft vibration moved across your skin.
Slowly, you removed yourself from the couch and pulled him towards the bedroom. It was the only room in your place that looked like anyone had lived there. The walls were the same soft grey of the living room, but covered in pictures and the bed was a mess of (F/C) tossed around sheets. Draco smiled at it though, so you did too.
“I’ve been staring at an empty bed for so long it’ll feel weird having someone next to me for once,” You said, slipping into it.
“I know the feeling.” He got in next to you, turning so you both could look out the window. The sky was just beginning to darken. You’d spent a whole day crying with Draco. You took comfort in the fact that it was with him not over him.
“What time is it?” He asked, warping an arm around you.
“No clue. I don’t own a clock,” You said, relishing in the warmth of the body behind you.
“What?” You smiled softly as you turned to face him.
“I spent so much time staring at them that I just got rid of them,” You said. He sighed, but smiled.
“Alright then, I suppose it doesn’t matter anyway.” You snuggled into him, placing your head just under his chin and listening to the gentle beating of his heart.
After that, there was nothing more to be said. If this was a dream, you vowed that you wouldn’t wake up. If this was real, then you could bring yourself back into your usual swing. Either way, you just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being whole for the first time in a long time.
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A Life for a Life
Hey, guys! This is a pretty cool request and I hope I do it justice. Hope you enjoy!
Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Requested: Yes
@innocentignorance Requested: I have a request :) if you don’t mind, could you write a fic about George having a girlfriend who’s a Seer and before the final battle she Sees Fred is going to die, and to save her boyfriend’s twin brother she dies instead? (George and her were very much in love and planned to get married.) Pretty please :)))
Warnings: Death, swearing
Distantly, you could hear things breaking and exploding, but you really weren’t sure why. Fred and Percy were fighting someone off. You weren’t sure why you knew it was Fred, but you had no doubt that it was. You watched as dirty, terrified people ran past. Why were they running? Where were they going?
Fred turned and looked at Percy, cracking a joke that you heard very dimly in the back of your mind. He then turned, backed by a stone wall, and grinned. Then everything slowed down and came into a sharper focus. You could see every move that Fred made, you could hear Percy scream something, and then there was an explosion. The only sound that wasn’t held back. Loud, destructive, and no less terrifying knowing that it couldn’t touch you. Fred’s face moved into a terrified stare as his body was shoved harshly forward by the blast.
Fred’s eyes remained open as he lay on the ground in a broken heap, bleeding from somewhere, but already gone. You knew because they were totally hollow. They stared into nothing, into you, for you were nothing and everything in that moment. You were nothing more than a cosmic third party observer. You had no power to help, nor could you harm. All you were meant to do was watch. See. Then, as though you were being thrown down a well, you saw the picture flying away from you. Maybe you away from it. Blackness surrounded you and there was truly nothing.
You shot up out of bed, panting, sweating, and scared half to death because of the dream you had. Most of you visions happened through dreams and you knew damn well what you Saw. Fred was going to die. In the final battle for Hogwarts and the wizarding world, Fred would die. Tears slipped down your face as you got out of bed.
“Fuck, fucking fuck, this can’t be happening,” You muttered, shaking hands running themselves through your hair.
“What’s wrong, love,” George mumbled, picking his head up. You looked at him, wondering what to tell him. You shook your head. You couldn’t bear to see that sweet, sleepy face all twisted up in agony over something that hadn’t even happened yet.
“N-Nothing, bad dream,” You said. He sat up, suddenly alert.
“Did you See something?” He asked. You shook your head. As much as you hated lying to him, you just couldn’t tell him.
“No, just a nightmare.” He held his arms out to you and you crawled into them. He rested his chin on your head, beginning to pet your hair. You cried for a little while longer before finally falling back asleep. Sleep had been so elusive lately that you’d just take what you could get.
The entire next day, you couldn’t look at either of them without tearing up. You knew full well that George couldn’t live without Fred. Every time you saw them, you’d have to turn around and walk away. You didn’t know what to do. If you told them, sure they would be prepared, but then Fred would be careless in the battle. If you didn’t, then you’d have to carry around the guilt for the rest of your life, knowing that you could have helped them prepare. Eventually, George caught you while you were stocking things in the shop.
“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He asked, cupping your cheek and forcing you to look him in the eye.
“Nothing,” You said, pulling away.
“It’s not nothing, love. You’ve been avoiding me since that dream of yours,” He said, gently.
“Okay, okay, I guess I’m just worried about losing you guys,” You said. Not technically a lie. You really were worried.
“You’re not going to,” He laughed, kissing the top of your head. If only he knew. If only you’d tell him.
“I’m still worried.” He smiled softly at you.
“I know. I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you or Fred either,” He said. You winced, trying to hide it so he wouldn’t know. You’d have to find a way around Fred’s death. Sometimes the future could be manipulated. You smiled at him.
“You won’t lose me,” You said, pecking his lips.
“Promise?” You nodded, linking your pinkies together with a tired smile.
“Promise.”
Then came the battle. You knew the exact day it was going to happen and it did. Things went haywire. People were dying, going missing, and fighting for their lives. All you could think about was Fred. You knew he was going to die. You gripped George’s hand, looking up at him.
“I have to find, Fred!” You yelled over the chaos. Sure you were fighting in the same area, but you weren’t close to him. George gave you a strange look.
“Freddie’s going to be fine, (Y/N). Stay with me so I know you’re safe,” He yelled back. You shook your head, tears springing to your eyes. Now you had to come clean. You pulled him behind something and tried to avoid his eyes.
“He’s going to die today,” You said.
“You’re too worried. My brother’s a big boy, he can take care of himself,” George reassured, placing a hand on your cheek.
“I Saw it, George.” Shock took over your boyfriend’s face.
“What?” You closed your eyes and let the tears run over your dirty cheeks.
“I Saw it. I think if I can find him I can prevent it. I have to go, George,” You said, evenly. A curse broke off a chunk of whatever you were hiding behind. He nodded once.
“You really suppose you can save him?” He asked.
“Yes,” You said, standing up. “And, George, when this is all over, will you marry me?” He stared at you for a long minute before grinning. It felt odd to see him grin at a time like this. You found yourself grinning back.
“Where’s my ring?” He joked. You laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“I love you, George.” Something felt wrong, like this was the last time you’d ever say it. You shook off the feeling as you bolted towards another redhead.
“I love you too. Give ‘em hell, (Y/N)!” He called after you. Another round of tears poured from your eyes, but you weren’t really sure why. When Fred realized you were running at him, he gave you a huge grin. Then you knew. This was it. He was backed by the same stone wall with that wild grin on his face.
“Fred, move!” You screamed. He furrowed his eyebrows the question ‘why?’ forming on his lips.
George can live without me better than him, you thought, grabbing Fred’s hand turning your body to the side to throw him away. He landed on his hands and knees a safe distance away, but you kept going. You felt your back hit the wall and you squeezed your eyes shut. Time felt as though it had gone wonky. Fred stared at you like you’d lost your mind, Percy yelled something, and you could only hope, for the split second you had left, that it would be painless.
Everything went dead silent. “I’m sorry, George.” And the wall blew.
You felt only a split second of mind numbing pain and heat before you were gone. Your body landed exactly where Fred’s would have in the same broken heap. It was odd. You could see yourself, your body, but you knew you were dead. You looked down at your clothes to see that they were just like new. Unseen, you watched as things began to unfold.
“(Y/N)?” Fred asked. By the quiver in his voice, you knew he was sure you were dead. Percy appeared next to him and helped him drag your body somewhere safe.
“Merlin, (Y/N), why’d you go and do that? You’re gonna break Georgie’s heart,” Fred muttered, pushing the blood matted hair from your blank eyes.
There was a small period where you weren’t sure what was happening, you were just shrouded in darkness and everything was quiet. When you came back, you were laid out in the Great Hall with the part of the Weasley family standing over your body. You stood behind them, watching. You wondered vaguely how much longer you’d get to stay. You could feel yourself getting tired, but you knew you had to wait. So you waited. Soon enough, George came along.
“Where is she? How badly is she hurt?” He yelled, panic evident in his eye.
“I’m not hurt,” You said despite the fact that he couldn’t hear you. Somehow, it didn’t feel like a lie. You just felt sleepy.
“She was trying to save me, mate,” Fred started. George watched him with pleading eyes. He was begging his brother not to tell him what he knew he’d hear.
“Please.” That one word. That one simple word. It was a plea. Fred’s eyes teared up and, probably for the first time in his life, he couldn’t look at his twin.
“She was gone the second that explosion went off,” Percy said, shaking his head.
“C-Can I see her?” They parted and let him sit next to your body.
The shaking started in George’s hands as he ran a single finger over your cheek. Soon it escalated to his entire body. You hadn’t meant for this to happen. Hurting him was the last thing you wanted but, between your death and Fred’s, you figured he’d be able to come back from yours. You stood next to him, stroking his hair.
“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry,” You breathed.
Fred knelt next to him and, as though a rubber band snapped, George began sobbing. Molly stooped down next to him (through you) and wrapped an arm around him. No one knew what to say. There was nothing to say. You were gone and there was no making that better. You watched as George held Fred in a death grip, like he might go next. You hoped that he wouldn’t. George couldn’t handle losing both of you. A tear fell down your cheek.
“That should have been you,” George whispered. Fred blinked, unsure of what to do.
“I know you loved her but…” George shook his head.
“No. It was supposed to be you. (Y/N) Saw it,” He sobbed. Everyone looked at a loss for words.
“My poor boy,” Molly murmured, stroking George’s hair.
“She wanted to get married.” The words hung thick in the air. You felt terrible for leaving him after that. You hovered over your body, kneeling to meet his eyes.
“Still want to,” You hiccuped.
“Oh, George,” Molly whispered. He leaned forward and took your hand in his with an angry look in his eye. The expression on his face was totally wrecked, but his eye were blazing.
“You promised. You promised me I wouldn’t lose you,” He whimpered. That hit you like a knife to the heart.
“You need him more than me,” You said. He placed his lips delicately on the back of your hand, like he was afraid he’d wake you. The thing was, you did look like you were sleeping.
“You promised.”
“I know.”
You felt an icy hand on your shoulder and you jumped. As you turned, you saw Death standing behind you. You gave the creature a smile and cast a glance back at your heartbroken boyfriend. It was time, but you had to wonder if death would do you a favor. You looked up into Death’s hood, finding that it wasn’t nearly as scary as people say. Death didn’t really look like anything, at least, nothing distinguishable. It was dark, but beautiful in a terribly morbid way. You stood and faced it.
“Can I please just say goodbye?” You asked. Death shook its head, but you persisted.
“Please, I have to. I need to tell him I love him one last time before I go.” Death stared at you for a long moment. It felt like looking down the barrel of a gun while playing Russian Roulette. You didn’t know what to expect.
“Please,” You urged one last time. Finally, Death nodded once and waved a great hand over you. The family gasped, so you figured they could see you. You knelt down in front of George, placing a hand on his wet cheek.
“(Y/N)?” He asked. You smiled. “I thought…”
“I am. God, George, I’m so sorry,” You said. He took your hand in his.
“What am I supposed to do without you, love?” He asked.
“Move on.” Everyone stared at you like you’d lost your mind. Maybe you had. You were dead after all. Not much left to lose after that.
“I can’t,” He said, voice cracking. You brushed his tears away.
“You can. If it had been Fred you couldn’t have, but it was me. I want you to move on and find someone who makes you happy,” You said, evenly. He shook his head and you caught his face again, making him look deep into your eyes.
“I love you,” He mumbled, brokenly. You kissed his lips one last time, attempting to imprint the feeling into your brain and his.
“I love you too.” Death reached for you. You’d said what you needed to say. You looked at Fred.
“Take care of him, Freddie. I didn’t save your ass for nothing,” You laughed, with a light smirk. Fred nodded and you faced Death again. Something in its indistinguishable face looked apologetic and you smiled at it. It was okay. You weren’t scared. Death picked you up as though you were little more than a doll and carried you away. Your last thought was a vague hope that they knew you were at peace. One last smile came to your face before you felt yourself slip from existence entirely.
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Omg this is hilarious
@always-imagine-a-dream PLEASE I’M DYING
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The Wrong House.
Nonnie Ask: Could you write and imagine where the reader really wishes to be in Slytherin. Her family doesn’t put any pressure on her. But she’s sorted into Ravenclaw. She becomes friends with Cho and Luna. (Even though she’s older. Same year as the twins) And George helps her get through this “being sorted into Ravenclaw” crisis and they get together? (Additional note: I have nothing against Ravenclaws or any house. It just came to me because I’m in Slytherin but Ravenclaw is my 2nd favorite house)
Sorry Nonnie it took so long to complete, but this turned out so much longer than expected! This got 2 030 words (whaatt really) and George really save the day! Hope you’ll like it!! :))
Things in life don’t always go as planned. The sorting ceremony was one of them. All your life you had expected to be sorted into Slytherin. After all, your parents had been Slytherins and your big brother was one too. But it wasn’t what happens. Despite your bedroom being painted bright green, despite the Slytherin banners you have stolen from your brother’s room, despite the little snake you had drawn in all your books, you were sorted into Ravenclaw.
Your parents were very proud of you, Ravenclaw was, after all, the house of knowledge, wisdom and practical mind. It wasn’t bad at all, but it’s not what you have expected and you were even more bitter with it because the Sorting Hat had not even hesitated a bit to put you in Ravenclaw. Not even a single, thought of, maybe Slytherin, no, nothing. Professor McGonagall had put it on your head and he hadn’t said nothing at all, nothing expect it muttering to you, I know just what to do with you, before shooting Ravenclaw.
You had stayed sat on the three legged stall, frozen in disbelief as Professor McGonagall had encouraged you to move towards the table that was cheering you. As life doesn’t always go as planned, you had, to make matters worst, some difficulty in making friends. You had always found your fellow Ravenclaw a bit too brainy for you and you were wondering sometimes if they could enjoy something else besides reading and studying.
You couldn’t hang out with your brother, anyway, people would have probably taken this on the wrong side of you, to hang out with some older Slytherin, but it was all you had always wished. You had tried to make friends amongst them, but it had failed. They were a very closed pack and you needed to earn their recognitions to enter the group, which you have obviously not.
You had tried to see this positively, but it was hard, and even though you were now in your sixth year, the Sorting Hat decision was still hunting you. You could still stay awake late at night, wondering what was wrong with this decision, trying to persuade yourself that the Sorting Hat surely had some flaws and that he had been wrong for you.
You had found some comfort and a good friend when the little Cho Chang, one year younger than you, had been sorted into Ravenclaw. She was a vivacious, strong head girl and you had always wondered why Ravenclaw for her when she had typical Gryffindor traits. But everyone out there seems to think that the Sorting Hat could not be mistaken.
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I’ve told you so.
Sirius x Reader
Nonnie Ask: Can i ask a young Sirius black imagine where the reader is like Hermione and is one of Marauder and Sirius never agree with her and always do something reckless and at last reader says, ‘I told you so’ proudly and Sirius gets all annoyed but there comes a time when Sirius and reader accept their feelings for each other after another argument(Sirius kiss her all of sudden after she again say 'i told you so’) Thank you!
Hope you’ll like Nonnie ! :)
You were sitting next to the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, talking with James about the last Defence Against the Dark Arts class you had, when Sirius burst into the portrait of the Fat lady, followed by a half-choking-out-of-laughter Peter.
-What’s wrong Pads? James asked him as he let himself down beside you, seeming in a very bad mood.
-McGonagall caught me because of your stupid idea! He shoots at James, glaring furiously at him. James looked at him over his glasses, as Peter was still trying to stop laughing.
-What idea? Remus asked, looking at the both of them with gravity.
-Potter’s stupid idea to took Hagrid’s Pumpkins and give it to the House Elves, telling them that it was for the next supper! Why only me!? Pet’ was there and James too!
-I’ve told you so. You said to him and he turned his head at you, narrowing his eyes with disdain. -Don’t look at me that way, you know it’s true.
-Oh come on, you don’t even know what fun means, so don’t you lecture me this early in the morning, you’re already giving me a headache. He snapped at you briskly.
-Bringing giant pumpkins from the ground to the kitchen wasn’t your most brilliant idea Sirius. You told him in a reproachful tone as he shook his head, getting up.
-Well shit, as always, I wasn’t expecting any form of support from you Y/N. He said coldly before passing next to you and climbing two by two the stairs up to his dormitory.
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Just imagine Remus Lupin
waking up, only to find out that his best friends got murdered, one got sent to azkaban, and the other betrayed his friends
Just imagine everyone else rejoicing over the fact that the dark lord had disappeared, except Remus, who had locked himself in the apartment that he has once shared with Sirius, and just imagine him crying over the fact that all his friends were gone in just one night
Just image Remus having to go through every full moon alone.
Just imagine him slowly walking to Godric’s Hallow and seeing all of the nice notes that were left on the sign in front of the house.
Just imagine him writing one too, just a simple “I miss you all and think of you everyday.”
Just imagine him thinking for 12 years that Sirius was the one who betrayed James and Lily, instead of Peter actually being the one to do it.
Just imagine him going to Hogwarts, and for the first time, alone, without his companions.
Just imagine him waking up to see James-no, his son Harry, in front of him.
Just imagine Remus Finally finding out the truth about Sirius and Peter, only to have Peter run away and for Sirius to still be a mass murderer.
Just imagine Remus watching his only friend left on earth falling back into the veil, never to be seen again.
Just imagine all of that.
wolfstargay
who gave you the right?
Whattt the hell!? Thanks for the awful feels SATAN
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Connected [Draco Malfoy x Reader, Modern AU]
A/N: this is the fluffiest shit i have ever written enJOY
Word Count: 5,008 (literally the longest imagine I’ve ever written)
Warnings: Cursing, unnamed time skips, MAJOR FLUFF, MODERN AU
Summary: Draco had ended it with (Name) years ago after being in a relationship for years. What happens when they reconnect in a hotel bar and live the scenarios they thought would never happen again after their separation?
Draco Malfoy.
What a bittersweet name.
Even after all of these years, his name still came up in her mind from time to time.
Everyone has that one ex who is always kind of just… There. They don’t leave your thoughts, but at the same time, there are no feelings that remain.
The two had the perfect relationship. (Name), being young and vulnerable, thought it was true love. And honestly…? Even now at the age of twenty-one, she didn’t doubt that it was anything but love she felt back then. The wonderful age of fifteen—my was it a time. Draco was the perfect boyfriend in her eyes—handsome, caring, protective but not overly… What had gone wrong..? He had showered her with love and she did the same to him, so she couldn’t really recall where everything went downhill.
Sure, he had girls falling for him left and right, but he would always shrug them off. He let (Name) have her space and she let him have his, but only when needed.
She remembered her parents were devastated when she announced their separation. They absolutely adored Draco. They always told her to marry someone like him—well off, strong, and kind. Draco had loved (Name’s) parents almost as much as she did.
Often she wondered how he was doing now. Was he engaged? Married? Single? Who knew. He went off to Harvard in Massachusetts (His father was quite proud of that) while (Name) went to Cornell University to pursue her dreams of becoming a research botanist. Right now she sat on a leather stool in New York City. Her college friends had decided to go four hours from Ithaca to enjoy everything the city had to offer while Spring Break was still going on. Even though (Name) opposed their offer to drink until they couldn’t see the floor and instead suggested ordering pizza in the hotel room, she was dragged to the hotel’s bar. Stupid college students and their drinking.
A black cocktail dress that clung to her figure and stopped mid-thigh made her look like she cared more than she actually did. Her makeup consisted of black winged eyeliner and deep red lipstick, along with light mascara and eyeshadow. The highlight her friend suggested made her cheekbones look perky and bright.
Her friends were with their boyfriends or boys they were in ‘flirtationships’ with (whatever that was), leaving her to herself.
She sipped on a glass of wine while scrolling absentmindedly through her phone contacts.
Her thumb stopped on a familiar contact name. 'Draco’.
Countless times she thought about calling or texting him, but she never did. All she wanted to do was catch up and talk about what happened.
…
….What exactly did happen?“