In hindsight, a wedding in the middle of a war was not the brightest of ideas they’d ever had. So many people tried to talk them out of it (George, Molly, Remus, Hermione and Harry were the ones who seemed the most unsure about the entire thing) but the argument only ever went so far before the inevitable ‘we might die by the end of this, and I at least want to be married to the love of my life before that happens’ speech from Bill silenced everyone.
Everyone had a correct point as to why the wedding should or shouldn’t go ahead and now even Fred was worried. Bill couldn’t blame his sudden shift in allegiance though, surely seeing your twin bleeding out on a couch with an ear missing would change anyone’s perspective.
And yet, Bill continued standing his ground.
No one was talking him out of the wedding.
If people didn’t want to attend anymore, then so be it. But he was marrying Fleur before this war officially took off and that was that.
And it’s because of that stubbornness and inability to see reason that Bill stood here now, among the chaos and destruction that once was his own wedding, staring down at the dead bodies of his distant relatives and friends, people crying and screaming from all angles, his own wife one of them as he held her close while she sobbed into his chest. The Death Eaters had either left or were among the dead, leaving only his family and Aurors behind to clean up the mess and survey for any injuries – every other guest had rightfully apparated out of there as soon as they could.
“Did they get away?” He heard Ginny ask someone. “Harry, Ron and Hermione - did they escape? Did anyone see them escape?”
“They left, I saw them leave.” Remus spoke up, sounding out of breath.
“Oh thank Merlin…”
“Is Fleur okay?” Tonks asked.
“I think she’s just in shock, the poor thing.” His mum replied.
Bill was listening in but wasn’t able to get his mouth to work properly, the only thing his body allowed him to do was comfortingly rub his wife’s back while she cried, his eyes fixated on a single spot a few feet ahead of him where a table was flipped.
“Is anyone else hurt? Ginny, is your head okay?”
“It’s just a graze, I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? It looks like a lot of blood…”
“Just nipped my temple, honestly I’m okay. Me and George can rock the matching head bandages for a while now, at least.” She tried to lighten the mood.
Bill’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of his brother, his eyes never blinking.
His mother gasped slightly. “Oh my! Those loud noises surely did nothing to help his hearing… Georgie, you alright dear?”
Bill knew no one was going to answer.
“George?”
Everyone else was so busy during the fight that they hadn’t seen it. They didn’t see as Bill and George fought alongside each other, blasting hexes and curses at every Death Eater within their vicinity, a truly unstoppable brotherly duo.
“Has anyone seen George?” His mother was sounding more worried.
Bill had seen George. He’d seen him as he saved his twin who’s back was turned and dealing with his own Death Eater from a stray spell but leaving himself open for his own attack to hit him square in the chest, sending him flying through the upturned table Bill was staring at.
“Is he with Fred?”
Bill remembers the second of fear he felt at thinking his brother had just been shot with a killing curse right before his eyes, but then George groaned from the landing, clutching his chest and alerting to Fred that something was wrong, their twin bond working almost on instinct. As Fred ran to George, kneeling down beside him to examine the damage, Bill assumed they would be okay. The twins always worked best when they were together, and there was no reason for him to doubt that today.
“Fred!”
Just another thing that Bill had gotten so wrong about this entire day.
“Oh my… where are they, Arthur?”
Fred had barely had time to check on his brother before more spells came their way, and maybe it was the protective instinct they both shared for one another, but Bill had never seen Fred fend off so many spells at once on his own, standing in front of George to form a barrier so his brother could recover and join the fight.
“Remus?! Where are my babies?!”
“I-I don’t know… did anyone see them?!”
Bill had seen them. Seen them as a Death Eater apparated behind Fred, George not even managing to shout a quick warning before his twin was hit on the back of the head, sending him slumping down to the ground in a heap right beside him.
“Fred! George!”
George watched his brother drop, and Bill remembers the look in his eyes as their eyes locked onto one another in that split second. The look of not only fear - but acceptance. George knew Bill couldn’t get to them in time. He knew there was nothing he could do to protect his twin and fight off the incoming attacks.
But what he could do was grab Fred’s hand as the Death Eater looming over them reached down to place a tight grip onto both of their shoulders. What he could do was silently tell Bill ‘it’s alright’ before he closed his eyes and prepared himself.
“Fred!! George!!”
All Bill could do at the time was scream as he raised his wand, blasting a stunning spell in the direction of the cloaked attacker, but as the spell left the tip of his wand, there was no one for it to connect to.
“Where are you?!”
The Death Eater was gone.
“Are they- are they among the bodies… can anyone see them…?”
So were Fred and George.
“They’re not dead.” Bill finally croaked, his eyes still staring at the table where his brothers were only minutes ago. He felt the silence around him more than he heard it. Everyone staring at him, waiting for the explanation that they all knew was there but didn’t want to accept.
“Bill…” Remus approached him carefully, like he was worried to scare the Weasley. “Where are they?”
Bill sniffled. “I couldn’t stop it… I-I didn’t have time…”
“Stop what, son?” His dad spoke up now, the shakiness in his voice evident that he too already knew the answer.
Finally, Bill tore his eyes away from the table, looking over his shoulder to his mother who looked at him with the same look of fear and knowing George had. “They’re gone. They took them.”
Molly wailed, hands covering her mouth as she broke down to her knees, the sob of a heartbroken mother echoing around the silent tent as everyone stood in shock. Ginny pressed herself into Arthur who held onto her as tightly as he could manage, trying to keep himself strong for his family despite his own turmoil and anguish. Remus and Tonks looked down at Bill with sad eyes, their knowledge of what this meant weighing on them.
Bill stared back at the table. “They took them…” He repeated, to no one but himself.
Fred and George were gone. Taken by Lord Voldemort’s henchmen and the cruellest wizards and witches known to man.
“do you think you’ll still be writing fanfic when you’re 90?” yes, I do, and I hope AO3 is still here with me when I’m a 90 year old childless fanfic writer who writes slow burn dead dove do not eat dubcon gay sex enemies to lovers. next
Once again i have arrived, realised a fandom i'm in doesn't have enough whump fics for my liking (especially for my favourite characters) and decided i'll just write some myself.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Hola amigos. I have a Bad Things Happen Bingo card that i plan to use for Criminal Minds whumpy fics (mostly targeting our dear precious Reid but also some Hotch and Morgan for variety)
Here is the first one!
PROMPT: Side Effects
Summary: “You’re going to be okay, Spencer.” He said softy, easing into it. “But you have to let me help you, okay?” The broken man nodded into his chest, letting out a muffled agreement. Aaron prepared himself. “So you need to give me the Dilaudid.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
My fav thing to do is just appear out of nowhere with a random new fic.
It's my first Criminal Minds fic as i ease into the idea of potentially writing more, but i wanted to test the waters with these characters a little first.
Minor Hotch/Reid, but mostly just Aaron having a crush on Spencer cause who can blame him. oh and protective Hotch cause its my fav.
Enjoy!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I am back with a new fic within a new fandom that i've been wanting to write for for YEARS but just couldn't find any inspo.
And then i was scrolling the AO3 page there was just not enough whump fics for my liking so you know i had to fix that.
Therefore i present my first NYSM WHUMP FIC.
This will be a series based on Whumptober 2023 prompts (i know its late shush) but will all be one collective story focusing on my dearest boys Jack, Merritt and Danny.
Next Used As Bait fic should be posted this weekend! Woo!!
Also, I’m gonna start cleaning up my AOOO a little bit so I’ll be deleting the ‘hurt bingo’ series and uploading each chapter as it’s own fic, as I feel there’s some hidden gems in there that deserve their own spotlight 😉
