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Things I wont do

Shota/loli content

incest

Scat/pee fetish material

Homophobic/racist material

Things I will do

dead dove do not eat

NSFW

Cannon or Non cannon ships

Music Fanfiction

Lgbtq+ themed fanfiction.

black stories (since I am a poc)

Warnings

I do not do things on a deadline so it'll take a while before your fanfic is out, I don't like getting paid for fanfictions since this is not really something I need money for so please DONT PAY ME. (unless you want too)

I am not in certain fandom's like (harry potter, jjk, ect) so I don't know the token ships or the characters all too well.

I am horrible with grammar, but I will edit everything so it turns out great in the end.

I have a life so please don't Spam dm me for your fanfiction, again it takes time to write and make sure everything sounds great.

Fandoms I'm mainly in

Gravity Falls

Hazbin/Helluva

The Beatles

Gorillaz

Nirvana

Ralph Bakshi

TEOTFW/IANOWT (I am not okay with this/ the end of the fucking world)

Evangelion

Yaelokre

Lore Olympus/Greek Mythology/Percy jackson

Heathers

Thriller films

the owl house

Happy Fall!

Bill lying lifeless on the floor, his face covered in blood and cuts. His shirt ripped from claw marks. And you know. You know that Greyback attacked him. You’re best friends, you’re beautiful best friends that you have loved since Charlie introduced you in third year. You run towards him as Dora makes sure Rowle is completely stunned. Your knees hit the floor with a loud thump as you press two fingers to his pulse point. Breathing out the breath you didn’t know you were holding when you feel the heartbeat. You turn your head to lock eyes with Dora as she holds Ginny on the rumble covered floor. “He’s alive.” 

The next chunk of time is lost on you as you try to hold the blood into Bill’s body. Ginny sat beside you holding Bill’s hand, tears dripping down her cheeks. You know she is blaming herself just as you are blaming yourself. Dora left to get Remus and Madam Pomfrey. It seems as though hours have passed before they return. Pomfrey takes over the wounds you were holding, as Remus gently removes Ginny from her brother and into your arms. You stroke her hair, holding her tight. Ron and Herimoine come up just as Madam Pomfrey explains that he needs to go to Saint Mungos for treatment. Ron silently cries at the sight of his beaten older brother. You all walk towards the apparition point together with Bill floating behind you. Ginny has yet to let go of your arm. You reach the apparition point when Ron and Herimone state that they can’t go with you due to having to help Harry. Remus tells them that he will let them know when we have news. Ginny refuses to leave, stating she will be going with you. 

When you all arrive at St. Mangos, they are ready for him. Taking his straight back as a nurse hands Dora a few forms to fill out. Remus leaves to get Molly, and Arthur. Ginny seems to be coming back to her senses slightly, she shifts so you can wrap your arm around her. You had always been close to her. Not having any siblings of your own, and her only having brothers meant you were a big sister. Molly came into the waiting room with tears running down her face quickly followed by her husband, Fred, and George. Ginny dove straight into her father's arms, crying softly again. Molly wrapped you in a hug as you cried for the first time. She whispered sweet things in your ear before pushing you back enough to cup your face. “What happened?” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and began explaining the best you could as to what happened. At the end of your story sobs had taken you over as you apologize for leaving his side, stating that it was all your fault. You left him and now there was a chance he was going to become a werewolf. You ruined his life. If only you had taken over the fight, and let him go and Ginny instead of you. Then we wouldn’t be here. His family wouldn’t be worried out of their minds as to what was to come. He didn’t deserve this. Remus had come to explain a few things to Molly and Arthur, so George pulled you down to sit on his other side. As if sensing your thoughts he said, “This isn’t your fault. Just like Mum told you. This is Greyback’s fault. You saved Gin, you couldn’t be in two places at the same time. He told you to go. Don’t blame yourself. He’ll be fine, Dragon.” 

His words didn’t fully help you understand that it wasn’t your fault, but you did understand that you really couldn’t have helped both. The next couple of hours went by slowly. Molly took you, and Ginny, to get cleaned up in one of the restrooms. Fleur arrived with her parents, but stayed away from the whole family. George became a pillow to you as Fred did the same for Ginny. Remus had left with Dora for a meeting at Headquarters. When the doctor came out he took Molly and Arthur into a room away from everyone else. It was completely silent till Fleur's mother broke it. 

“What happened?” She all but sneered at the four of you. “I mean I understand that it was a werewolf who attacked, but how did this happen?” 

You opened your mouth to explain what had transpired, but Fred beat you to it. “It doesn’t matter how it happened. It did. Now we deal with the after effects.” 

You had never heard Fred talk with a tone like that before. Everyone knew that Fleur and her family didn’t really get along well with the Weasley family and vice versa. You personally had no problems with her if you didn’t count the rude looks she would give you when you spent time with Bill or when Molly called you her daughter. You had known the Weasley since you were twelve when Charlie asked to bring you home for christmas since you family wasn’t going to be home. You had watched Ginny and Ron grow up, and had a very close bond with the people who you called your family. You had tried to distance yourself from Bill to give him some more time with Fleur since you knew she didn’t like you. That only resulted in a scolding from Molly, a strongly worded letter from Charlie about how he didn’t care if Fleur was Merlin that you, him and Bill had always been incredibly close, and he wasn’t going to let her ruin that just because he wasn’t there, and a incredibly long apology from Bill who apologize for any and everything he possibly could have done wrong. 

The Delocur’s turned their nose up at Fred’s response, and you were positive that Fleur's Mum would have said something else if Molly had not come to retrieve her children so they could see their brother. You remained seated as they disappeared around the corner until Fred came and grabbed your hand stating that Molly meant all her children which earned you yet another glare from Fleur. That was the one thing that you didn’t understand about FLeur. She was Bill’s girlfriend, yet at the time when he needed her most it seemed like her only concern was that you were getting to go back with the rest of the family. But she didn’t even protest. Molly would have let her come had she asked, that was something that you knew for sure. Molly was too kind hearted towards everyone even if she particularly didn’t like you very well. It was just her motherly nature. 

Your heart shattered when you entered the room. Molly was weeping in her husband's arms at the sight of her eldest being so injured. Ginny was holding her eldest brother's hand while George and Fred looked at Bill with broken eyes, but this wasn’t the thing that hurt the most. It was Bill’s face. Scar was running down the length of his left cheek. They were red and puffed up due to them being so fresh. This was something that your best friend was going to  have to deal with for the rest of his life. Bill was in no way vain, except maybe when it came to his hair, but this was not going to be an easy road. You knew from Dora how Remus felt about his scars and were positive that this is how Bill was going to feel as well. Determination set in your mind as you thought of ways to prove to Bill that he was still beautiful even with the scars. You knew that Charlie was also going to be playing a part in this as well. Charlie had plenty of scars from his dragon obsession, but he seemed to have no problem with them often stating that they made him look more “badarse”. 

You took the seat beside Ginny, leaning your head onto her shoulder. None of you spoke for a while all content with watching Bill’s breathing. After about an hour or so Molly stated that Ginny needed to get back to Hogwarts, and Fred and George needed to return to the Burrow as they were falling asleep while leaning against the wall. 

“I’ll stay with him.” Arthur told his wife. “You take the kids back to the Burrow and Gin back to Hogwarts.” 

“I’ll stay. You can go home, Arthur, if you want. I know you had work today, and tomorrow if you’re going in. He’s stable and we are just waiting for him to wake if you want to go home with Molly.” You said quietly. 

“Let (Y/n) stay dear. She’s right. And I’m sure Bill would rather see her pretty face then yours when he wakes anyway.” Molly’s statement made you blush furiously, but Arthur agreed, telling you to contact them if anything changed. After hugs and goodnight where given, you were left alone. You pulled the chair closer to Bill’s bed, holding his hand in yours. The doctors came and told everyone earlier that they had given him the Draught of Peace potion and that he would probably be asleep for a while. You rested your head on the edge of the bed near Bill’s arm. A small smile made its way onto your face when you saw that he was still wearing the braided friendship bracelet you made with Ginny on your third summer at the Burrow. It was one of your fondest memories. You and Ginny had spent hours under the large tree in the backyard making everyone in her family a friendship bracelet. You still had the one that she had made you and you wore it religiously around your ankle. The last thing you saw before sleep over took you was the intertwined fingers of yours and Bill’s hand. 

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The feeling of being watched was what woke you. A groan escaped your mouth as you slowly woke up. Something squeezed your hand. Wait not something, someone. You shot up like a rocket when you realized what was going on around you. Bill was watching you, laughing softly at the look of surprise on your face. 

“Bill! You’re awake! How are you feeling? Are you in pain? Do you need anyth-” You started rushing questions out as fast as lightning. 

“Woah there, Dragon.” He winced a little at the pull of the scar on his face. “I’m fine. A little pain, but not bad.” 

Tears sprung in your eyes again. He was fine. He was okay. He was alive. Bill tugged at your hand getting you to sit on the bed so he could hug you. He was comforting you when he was the one laying in the hospital bed. You wrapped your arms gently around the one that he had wrapped around your stomach. Laying your head on his shoulder you cried some more. You cried from relief that he truly was okay. You cried from the fact that it happened in the first place, and that no matter what anyone told you it was your fault. You weren’t sure how long you laid there, but the sound of feet in the doorway made you look up. 

Fleur was standing at the threshold staring at Bill. Just staring, like she had never seen him before. You sat up and removed yourself from the bed. “I’ll give you two some time. I need to owl your parents anyway.” 

Bill looked at you with furrowed brows. Just by the look you could tell that he didn’t understand why his girlfriend of almost a year was looking at him like he grew a second head. But you knew. You knew it was because of the scars that littered his handsome face, obstructing the freckle constellations. To you it didn’t matter that he had those scars. They made him look tougher, more handsome. They didn’t change who he was as a person. He was still going to be the same incredibly caring, kind, adventurous, loving man that you had known for years which was why you didn’t say nor act any different. You could only hope that Fleur felt the same. You gave Bill a small smile before walking past Fleur. Your eyes met for a brief moment, and your heart sunk at the thought that the look of disgust was directed at Bill this time and not you. 

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You managed to keep busy enough for an hour so that Bill and Fleur could get some privacy. There was no way in Hell that you were leaving even if Fleur decided to stay with Bill. You had promised Molly and Arthur that you would stay and you were going to. Walking back down to Bill’s room you noticed that the Delocur’s were no longer in the waiting room. Maybe they left when Fleur went back or maybe they were with her. You smiled at the nurses who looked like they could use a break, noticing that when you got outside of Bill’s room the door was open and it was completely silent in there.

 “Bill?” You knocked before entering just in case Fleur was in there, but she wasn’t, and neither was Bill. The adjoining bathroom door was shut signaling that someone was in there, you hoped and prayed that it wasn’t Fleur and Bill having one of their “moments”. You had heard and seen a few too many of those. When the sound you heard emitting from the room was sniffling followed by a soft sob you immediately jiggle the handle. “Bill? Open up. It’s (Y/N).”

“No. Go away, you won’t want to see me anyway.” Bill’s muffled voice came through the door. 

“Won’t want to see you? Of course, I do. You have till the count of three before I open the door whether you are decent or not.” When you didn’t get a response you began to count. “One…….Two………...Three. Alohomora.” 

The door unlocked with a click. You opened the door to find Bill sitting on the floor with tears running down his face looking into a small handheld mirror. His eyes were red and puffy making you wonder how long he had been crying. He looked up at you with a look that made a lump form in your throat and your own tears spring in your eyes. You sat down beside him and pulled him to yourself. His head buried itself in between your shoulder and neck. His tears soaked into your shirt forming a small wet patch. You stroked his hair pulling him impossibly close. 

 “Oh, Billie.” You whispered. “What happened? Where’s Fleur?” 

Another sob wrecked his body, and it took a couple of minutes before he could answer. “S-she l-l-left me……” White, hot fury took over your body. How dare she? At a time when he needed all the support he could get right now, and she left. “Said-said that sh-she couldn’t b-be with some-someone wh-who was covered in sc-scars.” 

You squeezed him just a little bit tighter. Thoughts of ruining that stupid Veela’s face flashed in your mind. She was so inconsiderate. She just left when her boyfriend needed her. Molly was going to throw a fit. She never liked Fleur and now you understood why. All that girl cared about was looks, not about what was on the inside. The sounds of sniffles pulled from your violent thoughts. Bill had gotten rid of any space left between and his breathing seemed more labored then before. You gently pushed him back to see his face, cupping it in one hand you grabbed his other and placed it above your heart so he could feel the beat. “You gotta breathe, Billie. Feel my heart, yeah? Listen to my breathing. In and out. In and out.” 

He started following you breathing. He squeezed your thigh gently letting you know that it was working. You rubbed your thumb against his cheek, wiping the tears that were there. “I need you to listen to me, okay? Squeeze my leg if you’re listening.” 

Once you got his squeeze you started, “I know that you are hurt right now. I know, I get it. But I need you to remember that if Fleur doesn’t want you because you have those three little scars on your face she never deserved you at all. You were handsome before and you are handsome now. Do you wanna know why? Because it is not what defines us on the outside, but the inside. And I have known you for years now and I can tell you without a doubt you are the most beautiful person in and out. You’re so caring towards everyone, not just your friends and family. You are incredibly clever, Hell you're a curse breaker for crying out loud. You alway help anyone you see struggling. You take amazing care of your siblings. And most importantly you love without reserve. And I know this because you are my best friend, and my favorite Weasley, just don't tell Charlie that.” 

By the time you got through your little speech a small smile had etched itself onto his face. You smiled back and placed a small kiss on his now scarred cheek. 

“Thank you.” He whispered into your hair.