Imagines And One Shots

A/N!!!! I have no idea what the fuck happened but my original post deleted itself when I was making edits and honestly im peeved about it. luckily I had it saved to my phone. so I’m reposting this.

I’ve been on a Star Wars kick recently and I had to do something for the first love of my nerdy ass life, Obi-Wan Kenobi. something angsty because I love making people be sad and suffer before the redemption. 😈 I already started writing a Part 2 so lemme know if you guys want it cuz its a twisty doozy.

I don’t think there’s any warnings I should announce. just Angst because lets be real, if you aren’t angsty are you even a Sith?? Obi-wan being too good for this universe but also a badass.

“Darth Wraithous, I have a task for you. A true test of your abilities.”

   So that is what lead you here, leading a droid army, waiting for a Jedi. Sidious wanted to test your loyalty and you abilities. facing a Jedi. what was so different about this Jedi you didnt know. you’d killed one before and fought many others.

“Ma’am, we have republic tanks on our scanners coming in from the west.” The commander droid alerted you.

“Let them come. I have a score to settle with the Jedi.” You sighed. 

“Roger roger.” The droid left.

“First squadron, fan out to flank them, do not engage until given my order.” You could begin to see the tops of the tanks through the alien trees.

“We’re in position, Ma’am.” the droid came through the communicator, “should we open fire?”

“Wait.” You growled through the comms, “wait.”

You could see the first line of clones clearly, the Jedi not far behind for sure.

“Open fire.” You smirked, you jumped from the command ship, wielding your red saber as you ran towards the clones, deflecting each blaster shot fired towards you with ease. The feeling of severing limbs from bodies released a wave of pride over your nerves.

“General Kenobi! Sith!” A clone shouted. Kenobi? No. You thought as anger spread through your body. Sidious wanted you to kill Obi-wan. He knows, Panic set into your chest.

“Leave him to me, commander!” The voice that was over the recorder was so familiar but so different. The distant sounds of a saber drew closer, you swung towards more clones, jumping up onto a tank, the blade of your saber severing the canon.

You jumped from the tank and deflected shots from clones.The hum of a saber appeared behind you, “Hello there.” The voice caused chills to go up your spine. 

You deactivated your saber and force pushed back the clones, and the Jedi, around you, taking off into the wooded area across the path. Your ship not far away so you ran for it, jumping through the thick vines and trunks of trees. Sliding down slopes, Jumping over a ridge you spotted the black machine in the distant clearing. You took a deep breath and made the walk towards the ship.

You heard a thud behind you. You paused. 

“There is only one person I’ve ever seen move the way you just did….” The familiar warm voice echoed in your ears, “So the stories are true. You turned to the dark side…”

You stood with your back to the Jedi, unable to turn and look into his face for the first time in years.

“Please tell me it’s not true, (y/n).” 

The anger boiled within you instantly, “(Y/n) was weak. She’s dead.” You growled at the mention of your old name.

“And you killed her?” You felt his presence draw closer.

“I’m still killing her.” You snapped, finally turning face to face with the love of your life, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

A gasp escaped his lips at the sight of your once welcoming (e/c) irises replaced with a soul piercing red and gold. His eyes were sad but he’d aged wonderfully, looking more handsome than you remember, he’d grown a beard. Small wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. the same beige tunic but incased in armor baring the symbol of the Jedi order, the same attitude-filled stance. The blueness of his eyes hadn’t changed in nearly 10 years. The sight of Master Kenobi finally in front of you did nothing to lessen the pain in your chest.

“This isn’t you.. we’ve known each other since we were younglings.” Obiwan frowned, shaking his head.

“You don’t know me anymore, Kenobi.” You could feel the tears brewing; after years of being held back, the appearance of the man who sent you down this dark path made them impossible to contain.

“You know that’s not true. I know you better than you know yourself. You don’t want this.” Obi-wan pressed, “Please.. Come back with me.” he reached his hand towards you. You’d never wanted to grasp something so badly in your whole life. but you couldn’t, not yet. you shook the thoughts from your head as quickly as they appeared, anger refilling the space.

“You don’t know what I want! Did you forget what happened when I left the order?” You growled, gripping your saber that was holstered at your side. Obi-wan quickly retrieved his own from his belt.

“Of course I haven’t! It was the worse day of my life.” Obi-wan winced.

——————————————————————————————-

“Leave the order with me, Obi.” You held your hand out. Deep down you wanted Obi-wan to take your hand and leave with you but you knew he wouldn’t.

Obi-wan looked down at your hand and back to meet your eyes, slowly shaking his head, “I can’t. We gave an oath to the Jedi!” 

“Can’t you see they’re tyrants! They’re forcing you to suppress your feelings for me. I feel them in you.” You could feel the sadness overwhelming Obi-wan, your hand grasping onto his only to have Obi-wan quickly pull back. Your heart shattering, “We could be together, Obi-wan. We wouldn’t have to hide. You loved me once…”

“We were young and foolish.” He frowned, turning away. The ache in your chest became overwhelming, with tears in your eyes and your lips trembling against each other, you drew your saber and ignited the green blade, “You give me no other choice…”

“Please don’t.” Obi-wan whimpered. 

You ignored his plea and pounced. After years of practicing with each other you knew every move of his, every secret. And he knew yours. With every attack and block of the sabers, every ear scratching screech of ever collision, your heart broke more. Tears cascading down your cheeks, Obi-wan’s face held no emotion other than his furrowed brows.

Obi-wan caught you by surprise when he noticed your attention falter from the duel, a burning sensation overtook your face. You gripped the left side of your cheek in pain, stumbling back… too far back. You felt a drop but something grabbed your arm. You looked up to see Obi-wan clenching to your wrist.

“Give me your other hand, (y/n)!” His voice cracked over the roar of speeders passing under you, “please!” He reached down. 

You simply shook your head, “let me go.”

“Please don’t. Don’t leave me!” A single tear cascaded down his cheek.

You looked at him, mesmerizing his features, you knew it would be a long time until you could see him again. The dimple in his chin, the crease between his eyebrows that appeared when he narrowed his brows, the curve of his jawline, his soft and welcoming eyes.

You pressed your foot against the wall of the temple, “I love you, Obi.” You forced a smile before pushing off the wall, your hand slipping through Obi-wan’s grasp.

The last thing you heard was Obi-wan’s scream as you fell.

——————————————————————————————-

You blinked away the memory, shaking your head. You looked back up to the Jedi, more angry now than ever.

“Please… don’t make me do this.” Obi-wan regretfully activated his saber.

“You won’t have the chance.” You force gripped Obi-wan by the neck, hoisting him into the air. He dropped his saber to claw at his empty neck. “I loved you, Obi-wan! I loved you more than anything! You were the love of my life and you abandoned me!” You squeezed as hard as you could. Obi-wan was gasping for breath. Terrified eyes met your own.

“Please, (y/n).” It was barely above a whisper but his words pierced into your chest and straight to your broken heart. 

You released a thunderous growl as you hurled Obi-wan backwards, releasing the hold on his throat. As he coughed you pulled his lightsaber towards you with the force, using your own saber to slice the hilt of Obiwan’s into pieces. 

The love you once felt for him replaced with hatred and anger. Obi-wan’s eyes, that you once loved more than any part of him, only fueled the hatred for him.

You took a deep breath and glared down at the Jedi, “I may have loved you, Obi-wan. But the next time I see you. I will kill you. Make no mistake of that.”

You turned your back to Obi-wan, the blue glow of his Kyber Crystal catching your attention. You bent down, pulling it from the burnt metal and clenched It in your palm. You other hand grazing the scar, staring from your forehead, just above the left eyebrow and drawing your finger down it’s path to your jaw. 

Avengers Masterlist

Apologies

Harry Potter Masterlist

Fred Weasley

Arguments (Part 1)

We’re even (Arguments: Part 2)

New Mrs. Weasley

Serpents and Lions (Part 1) (Part 2)

George Weasley

Almost Lost

Sherlock Masterlist

Sherlock

Gotcha! (Part 1)

Star Wars Masterlist

Obi-wan Kenobi

Please…Don't

Supernatural Masterlist

Dean Winchester

Sorry this is a bit short, I had a busy day and I started falling asleep finishing this up, I wanted to post it tonight for you. I hope it’s acceptable!

Pairings: Sherlock x fem!reader, John x platonic!reader

Prompts: 3. Gotcha!

62. It was an accident

Warnings: mentions of the mob, mentions of death. Bit of mentioned violence.

Gotcha (Sherlock x reader imagine)

You pulled your coat closer to your shivering body. The cold London air chilling you down to the bone. You stood staring at the door with the numbers 221B plastered on them, unsure if you would be welcome. You took a deep breath as you walked in.

“What a pleasant surprise.” A deep voice greeted you when you walked up the stairs.

“Sher—Mr. Holmes, I need your help...” you looked at the floor boards instead of the men in front of you.

“Oh and what is it this time?” Sherlock looked up at you from his chair.

“I think Someone’s trying to kill me...” you looked through hooded eyes at the dark curly haired gentleman.

John Watson faked gasped to catch your attention, “Huh, in your line of work? Nooo.” He scoffed.

“I made £3 million off that deal, Doctor Watson, tell me what you do again?” You snapped at the doctor before taking a deep relaxing breath, “I don’t know what else to do... will you please help me..?” You begged.

“How do you know someone’s trying to kill you (Y/n)?” John questioned, looking up from his newspaper and gesturing for you to sit in the chair.

“Well I wasn’t quiet sure until this morning,” you took a seat, “I thought I’ve seen people following me whenever I go out... but I didn’t really think much about it... but this morning when I came home... someone was in my house and there was a note.” You pulled it from your pocket and fiddled it in your hands.

Sherlock took it from your grasp and inspected it. Flipping it around in his hand and inspecting the lettering.

‘Give us what you stole or pay with your life.’

“I’m busy. I have too many cases.” Sherlock spoke in a monotone, he placed the threatening note on the table beside you. He stood and walked to the kitchen.

“You just-“ John started.

“Mr. Holmes please. I’ll do anything. I’ll pay anything.” You stood from your seat.

“I heard that one before.” John muttered.

“It was an accident! I never meant for anyone to get shot!” You cried out, “I needed the money. And I compensated you boys fairly.”

“I was the one who got shot!” John shouted at you. “She shot me!”

“Did you die?!” You looked at him, “and I didn’t shoot you, I simply grazed you.”

“What did you take from them.” Sherlock looked at you.

“I didn’t know who they were when I took it, I saw an opportunity to make $200,000,000 and I had to take it... I needed the money.” you stood and followed Sherlock.

“Two hundred mil— oh my god.” John’s head went into his hand. “Who exactly did you steal 200 million from?”

“Bratva.” Sherlock answered, You remained silent, avoiding eye contact.

“The Russian mob?! (Y/n)?! Do you have a death wish?” John stood and shouted at you.

“Dr Watson will you please stop with the side commentary?” You rolled your eyes.

“What did you take?” Sherlock questioned you.

“I may or may not have stolen a very valuable and rare Chinese necklace... the most expensive necklace in the world.” You picked at the wood of the doorframe, avoiding Sherlock’s gaze.

“If you want my advice... give it back.” Sherlock spoke lowly.

“Well No Shit Sherlock, Don’t you think if I had the necklace I would’ve done that by now. I sold it. I don’t have it anymore.” You glared at the man.

“Then I’ll be sure to attend your funeral. Goodbye.” Sherlock moved around the kitchen.

You growled, “Mr. Holmes, I swear you will never hear from me again if you just help me.” You walked to where he stood and gripped his arm tightly, “help me, Sherlock. Please.” You begged.

Sherlock looked down at you with his crystal blue eyes. Your hand slowly slid into his.

“I’m begging you.”

It has been 1 week and 4 days since you went to Sherlock. After hours of begging you convinced him to help you. You began to stay at his flat after someone had broken into your house and wrote threatening messages on the walls.

Sherlock would never admit it but he enjoyed your presence around 221B. John was in an out constantly, but you would sit and read a book while he sat there. You remained quiet unless he spoke first.

Something about your presence calmed Sherlock. Of course when he and John first met you, he disliked you. You almost completely ruined their case over a £1,000,000 vase that was stolen. But each time your paths crossed, Sherlock grew to tolerate you.

“I’m heading to Scotland Yard.” Sherlock looked to where you sat on the sofa, reading, “John will be back shortly.” He spoke before quickly exiting the flat.

You were nervous about being by yourself, but you did have Mrs. Hudson downstairs. You quickly stood and rushed to Sherlock’s room, where he was letting you sleep. You grabbed your handgun and walked back to the living room.

An hour had passed and John wasn’t home. You heard noises and footsteps, calling out for Mrs. Hudson then they’d stop. A loud crash echoed through the building, “Mrs Hudson, are you alright?!” You shouted once more. Silence.

You jumped up from the couch and about halfway down the stairs there lay Mrs. Hudson unconscious on the stairs.

“Oh my god.” You pulled your phone from your pocket just to feel a pain in your neck.

Not guna lie this took me all day to write. It took me forever to come up with something good. I teetered back and forth between ideas and finally got this one, hope you like it!!. 😬

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!Reader

Prompt: #53. I will always protect you

#72. Keep talking all you want but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you

Warnings: nothing big, mention of dying(??) Mention of violence (I guess??) fluff and general cuteness on George’s part❤️

Almost lost (George Weasley x reader)

“Hello, (Y/L/N).” A voice purred in your ears.

“Hello Weasley.” You smirked, but not lifting your eyes from your coffee, “How are you feeling today?” You looked towards the tall ginger man.

He shrugged his shoulder as he took a sip of coffee you were making for him. You dried your hands on a towel and reached up to grab George’s head, inspecting his bandage.

“Did it bleed much last night?” You looked into his eyes.

“Yeah.” He grumbled.

You sighed deeply, “sit, Weasley.” You pointed to the chair and you rummaged around for new bandages.

You sat in the chair beside him and gently removed the strap from around his head, the bloody gauze falling to your lap.

“I should’ve been there...” you mumbled more to yourself than to George. You never wanted to see George hurt, you hated it. When he was dragged through the door by Lupin your heart dropped. You were absolutely terrified he was dead, and that was when you started to see George as more than a friend.

Your feelings confused you, because you never thought about anything more than friendship with the red haired wizard sat in front of you until you saw him unconscious on a couch and bleeding from his head. But those thoughts were short lived; the war hadn’t even started yet and you already almost lost George. The pain of losing a friend will be much less than the pain of losing a lover.

Your brows furrowed as you cleaned the blood from the side of George’s head.

“I’m glad you weren’t there. Better me than you.” George spoke above barely a whisper but with your close proximity, you heard him clearly.

“I could’ve protected you.” You whispered back, sighing once again. George turned his head towards you, his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours, “You would’ve taken the curse for me. I never want to see you hurt because of me.” He spoke sternly.

“I will always protect you,” you paused, “You’re my best friend. And let’s face it, I’m a better witch than you.”

“Well yes, (Y/n), you are a better witch than I am.” George chuckled and you went back to cleaning his ear.

“You know what I mean.” You sighed, tapping his head.

After a few minutes of silence the tension in the air was thick, you could actually feel it weighing you down.

George let you clean his ear and bandage it back up.

“You’re the most selfless person I know.” George spoke as he buttoned his vest, “You’re always so giving and caring, but you’re not afraid to call someone out when they’re being an asshole.” He looked at you as you stood, Frozen, putting away the bandages and cleaners. He smiled a sweet smile as he walked towards you.

“W-w-where did that come from?” You scoffed awkwardly as you rushed to clean up the table.

George shrugged, “I’ve just been thinking this recently and I wanted you to know.”

“Well thank you, George.” You rubbed your arm and moved to walk by George, but he grabbed your arm, gently.

“I didn’t say that I was done, (y/n)...” His other hand grabbed your other arm, “you have been one of my dorky best friends for years. But somewhere along the way you turned into this beautiful, strong, amazing, talented person...” his hand raised to your cheek and rubbed it gently.

“George... Please don’t... I can’t.” You has to blink away tears.

“What do you mean?” His face fell into a frown, light drained from his eyes.

“What do I mean? George, You could’ve died! The war hasn’t even started and I already almost lost you. And I can’t... The pain of losing you as a friend will be less than the pain of losing you as my boyfriend.” You slowly pulled away from his touch, “I can’t handle that kind of pain. I can’t take the risk. The war is coming and we’re going to be a part of it. We don’t know what’s going to happen, I’d like to keep the collateral damage to a minimum.”

“Keep talking all you want but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you, (y/n).” George smirked as his hand enclosed around yours, “and I want you badly. I’m so in love with you.”

His hand held your chin softly, pulling it up as he leaned into a kiss. His lips were soft and plump. His kiss made your lips tingle and your face warm.

He pulled away but you kept your eyes closed, reveling in the glow his kiss made you feel.

“This war is coming. But I want a reason to fight in it. You’re that reason. I can’t say I know what’s going to happen, but what I do know is that I love you and I want to spend whatever amount of my life I have left with you.” George’s hands gripped your cheeks lightly. You opened your eyes to see him smiling at you.

“I love you.” You blurted out. George laughed and pulled you close to his chest.

“Want me to kiss you again?” He wiggles his brows.

Give me some requests guys!!! You can use the prompt lists posted on my blog if you want or make up your own!!

Fandoms I write for:

Harry Potter/Fanastic beasts

Marvel/X-men

DC (movies and the cw){be sure to clarify}

Supernatural

Doctor who

Sherlock

Criminal Minds

Lord of the rings

Vampire diaries

Star Wars

Star Trek

Sorry this took so long. I’ve been busy with the holidays. This one is short and kinda bad so I apologize in advance if you don’t like it.🖤

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Warnings: cuteness and fluff basically. Sad Fred who needs a hug

I love you, new Mrs. Weasley

You sat in the living room of your house, waiting for Fred to come home. You had already made dinner and put the remaining leftovers in the fridge, making a plate for Fred and covering the plate in foil and placing it in the refrigerator.

Your legs tucked underneath the rest of your body as your eyes glanced over words on a page that didn’t register in your brain. All you wanted to think about was Fred.

He and George were having trouble keeping the shop running with the impending boom of another Wizarding war. Business was down and Fred was terrified he and George would lose the shop. You couldn’t see that happening.

Your husband and his twin where always coming up with new ideas and soon this war would come and end and everything will be fine again.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a door slammed shut.

“Fuckin hell.” Your husband’s voice made your heart dance. You stood and walked down the small hallway to where your husband stood in the kitchen. His hands pressed against the counter as he leaned forward with his head hung. You frowned at the sight of an unhappy Fred.

But you couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked with the setting sun shining through the window that eliminated his bright red hair. His fingers tugged at the tie around his neck, his fingers running quickly through his hair and then resting back on the counter. You silently walked towards your husband.

“Hey Freddy, how was your day?” Your arms slowly snaked around his waist, squeezing him. He smelt like chocolate and smoke. He smelt different everyday after coming home from the shop after working on different gags and things. But you always loved how he smelt.

With your face buried in his back you missed the smile that spread across his face. Fred loved you more than anything in the world. He would come home from being stressed and aggravated all day to calm and happy once he touched your body and felt your lips on his. His hands rubbed your bare arms. Your skin was soft to him, he loved running his fingers along your skin to feel how smooth it was.

He gently grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. You looked up to him as they brushed against your skin with a peck.

“Stressful. But I’m glad I’m with you now.” He grinned, looking back at you, “I missed you.” Your eyes blinked up at him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You kissed his shoulder. Being that that was the highest part of him you could reach with his tall frame.

All Fred did was shake his head, “I’d much rather cuddle my beautiful wife and talk about her day.” He spun around in your arms and gently held your face with his hands, pecking your lips softly.

“Freddy, come on. Somethings bugging you. I want to talk about your day.” You pressed.

Fred sighed and kissed your forehead, “I’m worried.”

“Mkay, about what?” You rest your chin against Fred’s chest, looking up to him as his hands snaked around your waist.

“The shop, you, my family. I just worry everyday about what’s going to happen. What if George and I lose the shop. Everything we worked for will be for nothing...” Fred mumbled.

“Freddyyy,” you gripped his face, forcing him to look at you, “you won’t lose the shop. You and George have enough to stay open. People are scared, when this is all over, everything will be okay. Right now is just a bad time. Everything will work out.” Your hands played with his hair as you spoke.

Fred nodded, “That doesn’t change the fact that I’m scared.” He mumbled.

“The only reason you should feel scared is because of Ron.” You frowned, “but he’s with Harry and Hermione. I’m sure he’s fine. If he wasn’t they would find a way to tell us.” You rubbed his back as you pulled him down into a hug.

Fred nodded and sighed deeply, squeezing you tightly against his body.

“Freddy, your family is okay. I’m okay. You’re okay.” You were warmed by the embrace of his hug, Fred always gave the best hugs. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know. But I hate leaving you home alone. Why don’t we go stay with my parents? We haven’t seen them since the wedding.” Fred pleaded with you as you chuckled, pulling away from your hug.

“Fred, the wedding was barely 2 weeks ago.” You laughed.

“(Y/n), If we do stay with them, you will be with mum when I’m at work. I’m sure dad will feel better about someone being there with mum. And I know I will be 100 percent content knowing you aren’t here alone.” Fred rubbed your arm with one of his hands.

“Alright. Just because it will help you feel better.” You stood on your toes with puckered lips, Fred leaned down to complete the kiss.

“I love you, new Mrs. Weasley. So much.” He muttered as he leaned into one of your hands.

A lot of people asked for a part 2 so here it is guys. Hope you like it.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x slytherin!reader

Prompt: no prompts

Warnings: a bit more angst but a fluff happy ending

Sequal to the request by @themagicafox

Serpents and lions: part 2

3 weeks. 3 weeks of avoiding, 3 weeks of running, 3 weeks of sadness. You focused on your lessons and quidditch. Thankfully Slytherin hasn’t played Gryffindor since your fight with Fred. That made it easy to avoid him. Your only problems were Potions class, which gryffindor and Slytherin had together, and meals.

But you kept your back turned to the Gryffindor table and when every Weasley tried approaching you to get you to speak to Fred, your fellow housemates all but attacked them.

And in potions you stayed close to professor Snape, if Fred so much as even breathed near him, Gryffindor lost house points. And you were one of the few students who didn’t annoy the potions professor, often. Although, he told you on several occasions that you had horrible taste in men. Now you agreed with Snape, you did have horrible taste in men.

But now Slytherin is up to play gryffindor And there you stood, in your quidditch uniform, waiting to fly into the quidditch pitch.

“Want me to smack a blodger at him?” The Slytherin beater, Danny, smirked at you.

“No. I’ll be fine. It’s just quidditch.” You shrugged. You weren’t fine. You were the opposite of fine. You didn’t know what to expect in this game. Would the Gryffindors attempt to murder you for breaking up with Fred? Would George chuck a blodger at your head? Would Fred? You and your team flew onto the field, you went straight for the Keeper zone.

“(Y/n)!” George shouted and flew over to where you sat on your broom.

“Go away, George. I’m honestly not in the mood.” You sighed.

“I wanted to talk to you after the match. Not about Fred. So don’t run off after, okay?” He smiled. You glared at him but nodded. He flew off to his starting position.

20 minutes into the game and gryffindor was winning by 10 points. You couldn’t keep up with it all, your mind would drift to Fred.

As Angelina flew towards you and chucked the quaffle, you smacked it to a Slytherin chaser with the tail end of your broom.

“(Y/n)!!! Blodger!” You heard Danny shout. You saw a flash of red in front of you and it plummeted to the sand.

“Fred?!” You shouted and flew your broom downward. You jumped off and ran to him as he clenched his arm.

“Are you crazy, Weasley?!” You shouted at him, “what were you thinking?!”

“Did you want me to just let you get hit?” He snapped back at you.

“Yes! Now your arm is broken! Why didn’t you just smack it away?! Honestly Fred.” You bent down and gently grabbed his arm as madame hooch and players swarmed you both.

“I swung and I missed okay. It hit my arm. The important thing is that it didn’t hit you.” Fred grumbled.

“If this is your way of apologizing it’s incredibly stupid.” You blushed first but spoke sternly at him.

“(Y/n), Fred. I’m sorry, I was trying to keep it away from Malfoy. I didn’t mean to swing it at you.” Danny ran up panting.

“It’s okay, Danny. Just be careful or I’ll throw one into your face next time.” You looked up to your teammate.

“Let’s get you to the hospital wing.” Hooch spoke and shooed you away.

You flew back up to finish the game, which didn’t take long once Harry spotted the snitch and caught it.

You flew from the Pitch straight towards the castle, not bothering to change. You ran into the hospital wing to make sure Fred was alright. He stood speaking with Madame Pomfrey.

He looked towards you and smiled, excusing himself and walking over to you, “Were you worried about me?” He spoke smugly.

“Not in the slightest, I didn’t want to miss an opportunity to see you in pain. Looks like I missed out.” You frowned.

“You did... (Y/n)... can we talk?” Fred looked down to the floor sheepishly.

“Fred... I don’t think there’s much left for us to say.” You crosses your arms in front of your chest.

“I have a lot to say... mostly I’m sorry.” Fred gently grabbed one of your hands before looking deeply into your eyes. “I’m truly, truly sorry. I was angry at you and I should’ve just been happy because seeing you like that... I was so proud of you... I’m a right fowl git, I’m a poor excuse for a boyfriend...” Fred spoke quickly, it took you a few moments to register what he said.

“Fred. Stop it... you were an amazing boyfriend. Just a tiny bit of a moron...” you chuckled at him, his hand moving to your jaw.

“Then take me back. I love you.” He ran his thumb along your cheek.

“It’s not that simple... you really hurt me Fred. You were the one person I trusted to never do that...” You turned away from his touch. The tingling sensation his skin made you feel.

“Then let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I love you (y/n). Please.” Fred’s other hand moved to your waist as he pulled you into his embrace. Your hands resting on his chest.

You looked into his chocolate brown eyes, frowning. Every thought in your head told you to push him away but your heart pulled you towards him. You groaned slightly before speaking, “i love you, I’m still incredibly pissed off at you.”

Your hands left his chest and snaked into his ginger hair as you pulled his lips down to yours. Your lips tingled as you smiled against him.

Fred pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours, “I can live with that.”

Tags:

Here ya go! Sorry it took so long, I’ve been busy taking finals before winter break. Also, part 2 of the last Fred request is up!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

Prompt: angst #4: “I never meant to hurt you.”

Warning: a lot of angst, sadness and heartbreak.

Serpents and Lions

You climbed off of your broom and ran to Fred, your boyfriend. “That was amazing!” Slytherin, had just beaten Gryffindor in a Quidditch match, where you played Keeper. Fred let you jump on him but his grumpiness showed.

“Come on, Fred. You beat us last time and I wasn’t such a sore loser.” You jumped up to kiss his cheek, teasing him and laughing.

“Because last time we won fair.” Angelina spoke as she walked passed you both, holding her broom.

“Excuse me?” You turned towards her.

“I think you heard me, (y/l/n).” She turned to glare at you.

“Oh yeah, I heard you. I was giving you the opportunity to rethink what came out of your mouth.” Your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Well it’s not my fault Slytherins are a bunch of entitled, cheating, tantrum throwing brats when they don’t get their way.” Angelina looked between you and Fred.

“We don’t cheat. We simply find loopholes within the rules. Still a fair game. You’re just not cleaver enough to think of such tactics. I think you’re just being a sore loser.” You chuckled a little which only seemed to make Angelina more angry.

“You call that cleaver?” Angelina raised a brow at you. “Fred, you-.”

Your fists clenched as you took a step forward, “Fred stays out of this. I can fight my own battles.” Fred grabbed your arm, stopping your would-be expulsion-inducing assault on the Gryffindor.

“Would you knock it off?” He growled, glaring down at you.

“You’re kidding me, right?” You scoffed.

“No. I’m not.” Fred rolled his eyes.

You ripped your arm away and turned your anger to him, “she’s accusing me of something I didn’t do! I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit here and let her spread lies about me!” You shouted at him.

“Will you shut up?! You’re such a repulsive serpent, just like every other person in your house. No wonder everyone hates Slytherins.” Fred shouted at no one in particular, just more to himself. You stood back, blinking at your boyfriends outburst. After a few seconds you came to your senses and gripped your broom. You ignored Fred’s voice calling after you as you swung your legs around and took off towards the castle.

You stormed into the packed celebrating dormitory, slamming doors behind you. Causing quiet to fall around the common room.

You stayed in your dormitory all night, thinking about everything Fred said. Did he mean it or was he just angry about losing.

“Hey, you okay?” Your best friend, Baylee walked into your dorm, “everyone’s in the common room talking about you.” She sat on your bed across from you.

“No... Fred. He said something and it just got under my skin and I stormed away because I didn’t know what else to do.” You sighed heavily, your fingers running through your hair.

“Well what did he say?” She raised a brow.

“Well Angelina Johnson accused Slytherin of cheating and so I was like excuse me bitch and I was about 2 seconds from ripping her head off and Fred stopped me and said ‘Will you shut up. You’re such a repulsive serpent. just like every other person in your house. No wonder everyone hates Slytherins.’ And I just kind of stared at him and then left. I didn’t know what to do.” You looked at Baylee and shrugged.

“Are you kidding me??” She sat with her mouth agape. You shook your head.

“I just don’t know what to do. I think he was just mad that he lost.” You scratched your head lightly.

“Even if that was the case that’s not right for him to say anything like that to you. You’ve been nothing but an amazing girlfriend to him and you always supported him.” Baylee growled.

“Yeah I know. I don’t know what to do.” You looked at her.

Baylee sighed, “Well I think you should break up with him... I just want you to be happy and you deserve someone who treats you like a queen. And that’s not Fred.”

“I guess you’re right...” you nodded. Tears brimming your eyes at the thought of ending your relationship.

“Wana come down and party with me?” She nudged your arm.

“No, I think I’ll just go to bed. I’m really tired.” You forced a smile, starting to undo your quidditch robes.

“Okay. If you need anything I got you.” Baylee clicked her tongue and left the dorm. You changed into pajamas and crawled into your bed.

When you woke up the next morning you went to the showers to clean up and headed for the great hall, in need of a delicious breakfast.

Fred hated that you would wake up so early for breakfast, as he liked to sleep in as late as possible. But when you approached the doors to the great hall you saw a tall mop of ginger hair in gryffindor robes.

“(Y/n)!” Fred shouted once he spotted you. You ignored his call and kept walking to the Slytherin table. Fred followed you and spent your whole breakfast trying to get you to speak somehow.

“Hey princess, look at this.” He laughed but you kept your eyes on your eggs and bacon.

“What do you say we skip potions and go to the black lake?” He nudged your arm, you shifted away from him.

“Why don’t we go to hogsmeade after classes?” He spoke again.

When you finished your meal you got up to go towards the library to study. Fred of course followed you out.

“(Y/n)!” Fred shouted as you kept walking but with his long legs he easily caught up to you. “Why are you ignoring me?” He grabbed your arm gently. You ripped it out of his grasp, glaring daggers at the ginger Gryffindor.

“Seriously?” You laughed, “how thick are you?!” You caught the attention of the entire corridor. Your voice cracking as you yelled.

“Come on, (Y/n). It was just a game.” He laughed.

“Okay, first of all. You were the one pouting. Second of all, Angelina started that fight and you sided with her.” Tears brimmed your eyes, “i was your girlfriend, Fred! And you picked the half-blood?! That hurt.”

“She’s my friend. And I didn’t even mean it... I never meant to hurt you.” Fred frowned. You hated seeing him like this but you were too furious to care.

“But you said it and you did hurt me and that was my mistake for trusting you to not hurt me.” You scoffed at him. You turned away from him to once again have his hand grab onto your sleeve.

“Keep your filthy blood traitor hands off me!” You hissed as you pushed him away.

Fred whimpered. The sound broke your heart but your face remained neutral, “I tried Fred. I was happy with how I was before but you changed me. I tried really damn hard. But I’m not going to let anyone put anyone or anything else above me, I deserve better than that.”

“Wait- What... what are you saying?- So were not together anymore?” Fred stepped back from you. The pain in his voice was just enough to let tears fall down your cheeks. You quickly wiped them away.

“That’s what I’m saying. Why don’t you go hang out with some courageous lions. Merlin forbid anyone see you with a repulsive serpent like me.” You stormed away with a cold expression and a broken heart, leaving Fred alone in the hall and other students whispering.

“Angelina is just my friend. You’re more important than her. I didn’t mean anything. I was angry because Gryffindor lost.” Fred ran in front of you, stopping you from walking.

“I don’t care! I know she’s just your friend! But you still put her in front of me. Do you know how many people I’ve put in front of you??? NONE! I’m not making that mistake again. I’m putting me first now. Whether you meant what you said or not, you said it. Slytherin has lost a lot of games to Gryffindor and I was always happy for you because I loved you. And when slytherin wins you pout like a baby, instead of being happy for me.” You growled at Fred, walking around his tall frame.

“You love me?” Fred chased after you once again.

“Loved. Past tense. I loved you until you told me that my entire house, and myself included, were repulsive serpents and no one likes us.” You glared into the eyes you once loved looking into. Now they just fueled the fire of anger in your bones.

“I love you... do I not get a say in this..?” The desperation in his voice making your heart cry out for him.

We’re even (Arguments: part 2)

Alright guys, here’s part 2!!!!

Warnings: none, just cuteness.

You felt a subtle gentle pressure brush along your cheek. Once your eyes fluttered open you saw the cause of the sensation.

“Fred.” Your voice was hoarse.

“Hi. How are you feeling.” He smiled at you with love and adoration in his eyes. His brown irises looked over every inch of your face, mesmerizing every mark.

“S-Sore.” You groaned as every muscle sat like concrete in your body.

“Here, have some water. I know it will be hard for you but try not to talk a lot. You’re still very dehydrated.” Fred held a glass with a bendy straw up to your lips. The cold liquid soothed your dry throat.

“W-w-wha-.” You stumbled over words before Fred looked at you with his stern ‘you better listen to me’ Face.

“Are you asking what happened?” Fred ran his fingers through your hair. Your head nodded slightly. It still throbbed with a dull pain. He chuckled and placed a soft kiss on your head, like he read your mind.

“You really scared me, (y/n). You passed out, looking like a fate worse than death... and I just grabbed you and I apperated to St. Mungo’s. Thank Merlin they knew what was wrong as soon as they saw you.” Fred kissed the hand of yours that he held, “don’t you ever do anything like that to me ever again, do you understand?” His eyes were serious and filled with tears.

You nodded and cleared your throat, “a-are y-you still mad...”

“Baby, I can’t stay mad at you.” He pressed his forehead against yours before kissing your nose, “I’ll go get a healer, tell them you’re awake.” He walked out of the room and you noticed the other Weasley in the room.

“Hey Georgie.” You forced a smile up at him.

“You scared us all to death.” Unlike Fred, George could be strict with you and enforce it, there’s was no way of getting out of his glare by batting your lashes.

“You really did, we were all worried about you... and Fred was a mess. What would we have done if Fred wasn’t there with you and you died.” George sat in the chair Fred was in minutes ago.

“I-I don’t know...” you looked down, picking at your nails.

George’s hand enveloped both of yours, “You’re one of my best friends. I would be devastated losing you. All the Weasley’s would be heartbroken. You’re our family.” He rubbed your hands.

“I k-know.” You smiled.

“We’re all happy you’re okay. But seriously think about quitting your job.” George mumbled and stepped away from you, knowing you’d smack his head once you’d register what he said.

“What?” You furrowed your brow.

“You know your job has been pulling you away from Fred. You two have been in love since 4th year. You risked your life to save him in the Battle of Hogwarts. You can’t let your Slytherin ambition get in the way of what really matters. Fred loves you. And that’s all that matters now. Your job is what put you here, without Fred your job would’ve killed you.” George placed a hand on your leg, “he’s unhappy. And you’re unhappy.”

You sat and thought about how in love you were with Fred that you did risk your life for his...

-May 2nd 1998-

You u ran up the stair cases to get to the seventh floor corridor. You had a bad feeling and had to make sure Fred and George were okay. You stunned and blasted deatheaters as they came across your path.

“Fred!!!” You shouted, calling out for your boyfriend.

“(Y/n)?!” You saw him down towards the end of the hall. You breathed a sigh of relief. You ran towards him, pulling him into your arms.

“I had a terrible feeling. I had to make sure you were okay.” You panted. Fred knew about your ‘feelings’ you had an act for always being able to tell when something bad would happen.

“I’m alright, love.” You heard sparks flying and you knew he was still fighting death eaters but you just wanted to hold him and make sure he was okay.

“As sickly cute and adorable you both are, we have a battle to win here.” Percy spoke which made you two break away.

That was when you felt it, the overwhelming dread. You turned to the left to see a death eater.

“Hello minister!” You heard Percy shout just before you cast a spell at another death eater, sending them flying backwards. You fought off another one soon enough you heard Fred laughing.

“You’re actually joking Perce!-“ the death eater flicked his wand and Your stomach dropped realizing what what about to happen.

“Bombarda!” The death eater growled just before you flung your wand towards Fred and Percy.

“Protego!” A shield reflected in front of Fred and Percy causing the charm to reflect back at the death eaters. The explosion sent you backwards into a wall of rubble. A few pieces collapsing onto you.

“(Y/n)!!” You heard voices shouting.

“Ow.” You grumbled before sitting up slowly. The bad feeling went away instantly.

“Are you crazy? You could’ve been killed!” Fred pulled you into his arms, “I’d rather me be killed than you!”

“I’m fine, Freddy.” You grinned, “and you’re fine.” He tried to stay mad at you but he just huffed.

“You saved my life.” He looked at you lovingly.

“You’ll just have to marry me and make it even.” You grinned and kissed your boyfriend.

-Now-

“I guess you’re right.” You grumbled, thinking about how pointless the fighting was.

”I’m always right.” He laughed.

Fred walked in with a healer right behind him.

”Good to see you awake, Mrs. Weasley.” She spoke softly.

She did a quick check up and gave you the all clear. You had to stay at St. Mungo’s for one more night under observation.

When she left you looked to George, “can you give us a minute alone, Georgie?” He nodded and left the room.

“What’s the matter, love?” Fred looked petrified.

“I want a moment alone with you... I’m sorry, Freddy. For everything.” You whimpered quietly, “I never really knew my mother before she died, I never really had a great family connection and I guess I was just scared at the thought of becoming a mother... I was scared of making all the mistakes she made...” you took a deep breath before Fred placed a hand on your cheek, making you look at him.

“You’re not your mother. You’re sweet, caring and kind and loving and funny. Any child would be blessed to have you as their mother.” He spoke softly. You smiled and leaned into his hand.

“I love you.” You kissed his palm.

“I love you more.” He smiled.

“So I guess you’re guna divorce me now huh?” You smirked.

Fred raised a brow and looking generally confused.

“I saved your life, you saved mine. Call that even wouldn’t ya?” You laughed.

The realization hit Fred’s face as he burst into a smile, “Hm, I think you’re stuck with me now.” He smirked.

Oh my god, I love Fred so much. He’s definitely my favorite character ever and I’m so glad you requested him.

I might write a part two of people ask for it.

Prompts:

Illness/sick:

#5. “No, baby, just keep focusing on my voice don’t pass out listen to my voice don’t do this to me.”

Angst:

#24. “I don’t need you anymore. I’ve learned to live without you.”

#22. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

#15. “You’re going to act like everything is all normal now?“

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Warning: just angst and general sadness.

Arguments. (Part 1??)

You came home from work to an empty home. You sighed deeply before kicking off your shoes and walking to the sink.

Every bone in your body ached with so much pain. You unbuttoned your blouse to look at the gray mass forming on your chest; the center resting over your heart in a darkened black/brown color, the grayness fanning throughout your veins. It had grown two sizes since this morning.

“Damn.” You mumbled buttoning your shirt back together. Just as you spoke a knock sounded at the door.

You slowly walked to the doorframe, leaning against it to catch your breath before swinging it open. A familiar pair of brown eyes and ginger hair greeted you.

Your husband.

Your heart sank as you joined the two top collar buttons of your shirt.

“What are you doing here?” You spoke quietly, looking at the floor.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” He whispered. You finally looked up at your husband. His hair was a mess, his work suit disheveled, his face red and puffed.

“What are you talking about, Fred?” You held your breath as you leaned against the door.

He pushed by you, letting himself into your once shared home.

“I spoke with Ginny today. And she told me that Harry told her that you got hit with a curse.” Fred’s brow burrowed at you. Even when he was trying to be stern his eyes were soft when he looked at you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You closed the door and leaned on the wall. Your breath becoming shorter and vision blurring.

“Really? So everything Ginny said, you getting cursed, going to the hospital, the doctors having no idea what kind of curse it is. None of that is true?” Fred shouted from the living room. “You’re my wife. And you didn’t tell me?” His face looked pained.

“I thought I wasn’t your wife.” You growled at him.

-7 months ago-

“I don’t understand what you want from me!” You shouted at your husband. This was a common occurrence now, fighting.

“I want a family!” He shouted back. “We’ve been married for 2 years and I want to have a home with you. Mini versions of us running around. You’re always off working, being an Auror. You risk your life with no thought for how I would handle losing you.” Fred turned his back as he spoke.

“Do you know how hard I’ve worked to get to where I am? Kids would get in the way.” As you spoke your throat dried, The tears made your eyes sting. You refused to let him see you cry every time you fought.

“The girl I fell in love with couldn’t wait to have a family of her own.” Fred whispered.

“That was before I knew how hard this would be. You’re my husband. You should support me.” You growled at his back.

“If you were my wife you’d want a family with me.” Fred looked back at you. Your heart dropped to your feet. Your voice whimpered against your will.

“I’m going to George’s for a few days.” He grabbed his coat and disapperated from your sight.

— now—

“(Y/n)... you know I didn’t mean it...” he frowned at you.

“And that’s supposed to make everything okay? You apologized, so magically everything is okay? You’re going to act like everything is all normal now? You leave me, for 7 months, and now it’s supposed to be okay?” You shouted at him, finding some energy to fight him. You regretted your words almost instantly as the pain in his face reflected the harshness of what you said.

“Yes because you’re dying and you need me!” Fred walked towards you. You flinched away from his touch.

“I don’t need you anymore. I’ve learned to live without you! It’s not so easy, Fred... all we ever did is fight! And look! You walked in the door not 5 minutes ago and we’re fighting!” You walked away from him. Fred’s footsteps approached you, you felt his hands gently moving your hair, his fingers still making your skin tingle where his touch met yours. You quickly moved your hand to your neck.

“(Y/f/n) (y/m/n) Weasley. You show me what you’re hiding.” His eyes begged you to show him.

You sighed heavily, leaning on the kitchen counter as you unbuttoned your blouse once more.

The reality and weight of the situation hit Fred like a freight train, his face falling and his hands covering his mouth.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” He looked at you with tears in his eyes, falling down his cheeks.

“I didn’t want you to...” you paused to catch your breath, “I didn’t want you to... resent me.”

“Resent you? What would I resent?” Fred chuckled at you.

“I don’t know... being with me.” You sighed, looking down.

“Being with you is the greatest decision I’ve ever made. Sure we fight, but that’s just because we’re so much alike. We but heads but who doesn’t. I’ve never loved anyone the way I loved you.” He kissed your cheek softly, unsure if the gesture would be appreciated. You leaned into his touch slowly.

“I have missed you.” You chuckled while resting your head on Fred’s shoulder. You grew more and more tired. Your arms falling like bricks at your side.

“(Y/n), are you feeling okay?” Fred’s voice sounded panicked. You nodded your head slowly but Fred knew better. Your skin had paled drastically and your eyes dropped. “(Y/n), darling.” He held your chin up, “baby look at me.” You forced your eyes open. Fred’s face dropped, your (e/c) eyes were blood shot and your lips chapped. Your skin began to dry out and crack under his fingers.

“Hey. Hey. (Y/n)?” Fred gently pat your cheek. You only grumbled at him. “I need you to stay awake.” His voice was desperate as your vision began to fail. Your hearing became clogged, like when you dive underwater and someone tries to speak above you.

“Fred.” You managed to squeak out before grasping at his jacket in desperation.

“How could you?”

“So that’s it... after all this time, it’s just.. over?”

“You never deserved me.”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“I thought you wanted this... wanted me gone...?”

“I loved you and you just left me stranded!”

“I never wanted this.”

“Don’t you dare let go”

“I’m not yours anymore.”

“Let me move on with my life...”

“I never forgot about you..”

“You don’t get to just walk back into my life like nothing ever happened between us!”

“I never lied to you.”

“This is the only way I can forget you.”

“You’re going to act like everything is all normal now?“

“One thing never changed... you.”

“Even after everything, I still love you.”

“Do I mean anything to you?”

“I never should’ve loved you.”

“Things are different now.”

“I’m not good enough for you.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

“I’ve spent months picking up pieces of my life after you broke me.”

“I don’t need you anymore. I’ve learned to live without you.”

“Don’t— don’t touch me.”

“Loving you was the best form of self destruction I’ve ever performed.”

“I was foolish to think you’d ever care about me like that.”

“We all want things we can’t have... and I wanted you more than anything...”

“When you left I didn’t just lose my boyfriend.... I lost my best friend...”

“Not me! Save (him/her)!”