not team green or black.. just a slut for Daemon

Masterlist: updated on 30th March 2026

Essieverse:

Jewel in a Crown

Little Jewel moments

Essie meets Mister Solomons

Essie’s first drink

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The Tudors:

“So I’m gonna hold you till I’m old, this is your home. I won’t let you go”

“Hiya Dad”

George drops his coat on a sofa and stares at himself in the mirror before looking away. Between working at the shop and an endless stream of dates, George hasn’t taken the time to stare at his reflection. Most days he can’t stand it.

He thinks if he looks he’ll see his twin brother again. That it’ll be too hard to move on.

“Want a cuppa?” When George doesn’t get a response, he turns to his Father and frowns. Arthur is staring at a recent photo of Ginny, Ron, Bill, Charlie, George and Fred, his thumb tracing Fred’s face.

It was taken at Christmas. They move in the same poses each time and Arthur closes his eyes hoping to make Fred appear

“Dad?”

Arthur looks up, eyes red as he clears his throat. Something in him broke when Fred died. Everyone knew that “Yeah a cuppa’d be nice. Thanks mate.. You know you can come home Georgie..”

“Dad..”

“I mean it,” Arthur nods “If life is beating you down. If the shop and the flat is too empty.. you can come home”

George breathes out, hands shaking as he holds his Mum’s tea caddy and the first pained sob leaves his lips. It’s been seven months, he’s barely scraping by without the other half of his soul

He’s pulled into a hug, firm.. steady. The kind of hug that the Weasley boys melt into when they each get their Dad alone.

For a while, George cries. He does nothing else but hold the tin he gifted his mother and cries into his father’s shoulder. His own shoulders shake and he finds it hard to breathe

He can come home. Home to Sunday roasts and laughter that fills such a small space. To winter where it snows and the Weasley family huddle in the lounge with hot chocolate.

“Daddy.. I want to come home”

Suddenly Arthur is transported to when George was six and he slipped and fell off his first broom.

Molly was beside herself, screaming and fretting. George merely stood up, lips wobbly and eyes filling with big sad tears and he sobbed into his Dad’s chest as Arthur rubbed his back. But this time he doesn’t say anything.

Arthur just holds George as the reality of losing Fred comes crashing down around them. Arthur rubs George’s back and rocks him.

Solid. Steady. The way he’s always been with his family. The one who never panics. The one who says ‘we’ll manage’ with a smile that shows his sons and daughter that Dad will always make things work

Arthur isn’t an overly sentimental man. But he loves his children and wife more than anyone realises. He sacrifices meals and cuts corners so the boys can have coats and Ginny can have shoes

“Right. Up to bed hm?” Arthur nods to the stairs and watches George as he plods up the stairs

Arthur sits down as the kitchen goes silent.

He stares at the moving photo of his sons and daughter until the sun fades in the sky outside the window