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with a thousand lies and a good disguise hit 'em right between the eyes - ned weasley

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evanrcsiers·:

he hadn’t realized it until it was almost too late, he had ducked seeing the bludger just a second before it had hit him square in the face, “thanks,” he breathed out a sigh in relief before shaking his head, “are you alright?” he had placed a hand on his arm, trying to assess any damage knowing he wouldn’t be able to do much either way. 

Satisfied that he’s put enough distance between them and the bludger for now, Ned hops off his broom, though he keeps his bat at the ready. He offers the man a grin when his hand arrives on his arm, equal parts an attempt to reassure him and a display of bravado. “Yeah, fine - think I got off lightly, seeing as I was in the air when it all kicked off,” he says, looking around at the carnage and feeling privately, stupidly glad that the Bats had decided to host this match at their grounds. “So, what’s your deal - healer, auror, concerned civilian?”

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vcnities·:

                 it’s   with   a   near   frantic   yelp   that   emma   ducks   from   the   bludger   ,      already   having   had   a   much   too   close   encounter   with   one   earlier   that   took   her   off   her   broom   and   left   her   aching   all   over   .         ❝      the   fucks   got   into   them   !      the   fucks   happening   here   !      ❞

In another set of circumstances, Ned might’ve laughed at the irony - usually it’s his job to hit bludgers towards Emma, rather than away from her. “Don’t know! The quaffle’s acting like a bludger, and the bludgers are acting mental. So much for a fucking friendly, eh!” He dismounts from his broom with a thud, his gaze never leaving the ball even as he finds his way to her side. “You alright, Ems? Not hurt too badly?”

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ainsley-jean·:

Ainsley hadn’t played Quidditch in ages, but she still knew what it meant when a beater yelled to duck. She felt the bludger whoosh past, heard the crack of the bat, and then sprung back up. “Can you see the exits from up there? I need to know if it’s safe to send people out!” 

Ned whisks his broom around, eyes flickering from the new trajectory of the bludger to the exits of the Ballycastle grounds. “I can see them, but you’ll have a bloody difficult time getting anyone out, mate,” he shouts, pulling a face. “Everyone’s had the same idea as you, and they’ve all bottlenecked at the- oh, will you fuck off!”

The bludger is rocketing back in their direction, so Ned readies his bat again, his brow creased with a frown. The balls for all league games are supposed to be regulated by the Department of Magical Games and Sports - it isn’t normal for them to target the stands like this. “It’s a fucking stampede down there, Podmore. What’s your plan?” He asks as wood meets iron once more.

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emmcvance·:

it took a frazzled moment to realize that he wasn’t thanking her, no ned weasley was trying to rip her a new one – “the words you’re looking for are thank you – you ungrateful git” she huffed, “i ripped my trousers for this –” indignant as she saw that her knee wasn’t doing so well and that was a problem for another time. 

“merlin’s saggy ballsack?” she repeated, the glare in her gaze nearly deadly, “what are you? fifteen? i’m sorry your fragile ego couldn’t handle a helping hand, next time i’ll let you take your chances, but instead of knocking it around with your bat, maybe – just fuckin’ maybe we should stop it completely rather than playing an open match in a crowd of thousands” 

“your job is to play the game and my unfortunate job is to save your sorry arse – so how about instead of taking an ego trip, lets handle this, yeah?”

Ned snorts, rubbing angrily at the tender spot forming on the back of his head. He’d been thrown to the ground so unexpectedly that there hadn’t been time to try and protect himself from the impact - it’s lucky he’s got such a thick skull. “The words I’m looking for I won’t say, seeing as there are a lot of kids around-” Not that that had stopped him from swearing once already. “-and I didn’t ask you to rip your bloody trousers, did I! Serves you right for sticking your oar in.”

He refuses to be cowed by Emmeline’s glare, resolutely meeting her eye with a mutinous look of his own. You don’t live with Cedrella Weasley for twenty years without developing a certain level of tolerance for these things. “What do you suggest then, smart arse? I’ve not got my wand - they make you leave ‘em in the changing rooms so nobody can accuse you of cheating.” He’s better off with the bat anyway. Emmeline might be an auror, but this is Ned’s domain, and his pride isn’t without merit. He knows his business well.

It’s then that a thought occurs to him, his anger ebbing somewhat.. If this were a match, Ned would be pushing the offensive, playing aggressively to secure a victory, and as his eyes track the movement of the rogue bludger, he wonders if the same principle wouldn’t apply in this case as well. After all, it’s better to pursue than be pursued. “How’s your flying, Vance?”

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mollyprcwctt·:

she didn’t hesitate to hit the ground at the sound of his command - one hand clutching the most precious thing in her life, besides the man she couldn’t find – molly was paralyzed with fear as she hunched over, other hand gripping the grass firmly as she steadied herself – looking up, tears welling in her gaze – pure relief as she set her sights on ned, “thank godric – you’re alright” she breathed out as she tentatively stood up, arms winding around him tightly – a broken sob left her lips, “i can’t find him ned – we need to find him now” 

The bludger is belted clean across the field, and Ned pulls his broom up short, landing heavily on the grass at Molly’s side. He hasn’t seen her since his fight with his idiot brother, but he sees the way her arm is curled around her stomach, and it makes his insides lurch. Fuck. “Yeah, I’m fine - are you alright?” He reaches for her, meaning to help her up.

Cold realisation trickles down his spine at her words. There’s only one 'him’ she could mean, and when he looks around there is no shock of strawberry blond hair blustering its way towards them. Come on Arthur, where are you? “We’ve got to get you out, Molly,” he says firmly, because he’s certain it’s what his brother would want. “Come on, I can take you somewhere safe, then I’ll come back and look for him.”

[vanceypcnts]

they were trained for crises, years of practice - every day a new problem and yet that feeling of initial terror never faded. she was moving quick through the crowd, clambering over the first step to get to the stands, she needed a visual –

wand directed at the hazy cloud of smoke, “deletrius” – clearing up what confirmed to be her fear of clustered crowds, people were scrambling to get out and from what she could tell - no one was apparating  – fuck. 

eyes widening in horror as she saw the rogue bludger coming their way, “oi – get down” yelling as she tackled them to the ground without a second thought – “are you alright?” breathing heavily as she rolled off of them, relieved to see that the bludger wasn’t back with a vengeance.

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It’s like this scenario was designed for Ned. He’s had dreams about this, about protecting the panicked masses from rogue bludgers with just his bat and a can-do attitude. He’s primed to do exactly that, is just building towards the swing of his life, and then suddenly he’s flat on his back.

It takes a moment for him to respond to Emmeline’s question - initially because the air’s been knocked out of his lungs, and then because he just can’t make any sound come out, reduced to opening and closing his mouth in outraged disbelief. “Merlin’s saggy ballsack, Vance, what the fuck did you do that for!” He asks indignantly, shoving at her to try and get her off him. “I was handling it!”

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“Oh f- duck!” Ned bellows, barrelling his way over to the stands atop his trusty Comet 220 and slamming his bat hard into the rogue bludger that comes just inches away from taking someone’s head off.

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gracixus·:

“Two firewhiskeys, my good man!” she shouted to the bartender, before turning back to her friend with a grin. “Get that from a bludger in the face or been gettin’ in trouble, Mr. Weasley?” 

“A little of column A, a little of column B,” Ned replies, his broad grin absolutely shameless. “Black eye’s from a bludger that didn’t want to go back in its box, and this-” he gestures at his split lip “-is from a jumped-up little twat I bumped into on the way here, who decided he didn’t like the look of me. It’s ironic, because he now looks worse than I do.”

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avgvstvs-rookwood·:

he’d made a few friends at the bar, but, so far no one who’d come out tonight had seemed very interesting. turning, augustus had almost begun to second guess his choice in locations, when he was saved by the sound of his name from a very excited man. it was contagious though, and why shouldn’t it have been? his night was clearly saved, and ned was headed for him very quickly, which didn’t disappoint augustus at all. no, he moved straight into the ned bubble – snaking his own arm around the man as he latched on. “nah, fuck no, I came out to have a good time, not ruin everyone’s night.” the words come automatically, and so does the laugh, but he feels no shame in them. “what about you? last hurrah before training’s back on?”

After a moment Ned pulls away, though he doesn’t go as far as he thinks he does, nor does he release his grip on the other man. He’s had a fair bit to drink this evening already, and staying close to Gus just seems like a good idea. “Oi, be nice! She doesn’t mean any harm,” he protests, moving one arm so he can give his friend a poke in the ribs. Privately, he can’t help but agree. When a person gets fucked up like Emma gets fucked up, it tends to spoil the fun of everyone else involved.

Ned laughs at that. “Oh, fuck off! When has training ever stopped me from having a good time?” Though, since he does take things marginally more seriously than Emma does, he will be trying to slow down over the coming months - it’s not fair to the team or to the fans to show up for fixtures at anything less than his best. “Come on then, am I buying you a drink, or are we moving on?”

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“Ogs! Oi!” Clumsily disentangling himself from the embrace of his dance partner, Ned staggers out of the crowd assembled on the floor and begins picking his way over towards Augustus. He thinks nothing of throwing his arms around the other man’s shoulders, his lips almost brushing against Gus's ear as he tries to make himself heard over the din of the muggle disco. “What’re you doing here? No Emma tonight?”

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[bilivs]

“no, babe, listen – i’m not saying that you’re wrong” he pauses for the dramatic effect as he leans in, raising a hand to order another drink and unable to help the usual smirk that appears on his face. “oh wait, i am.” sometimes bill liked to argue for the sake of arguing. “i think you lost this one.”    

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“I won’t lie to you, Bill, I don’t really like it when you call me ‘babe’,” Ned says archly, inserting himself in the space between his older brother and the poor stranger he’s been tormenting, giving them an excuse to exit the conversation with their dignity intact. He waits until it’s just the two of them before he speaks again. “Glad to see you haven’t lost your touch - there’s nothing more attractive than telling someone they’re wrong.”

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macmcry·:

                 ❝      oh   near   the   top   of   the   scale   on   the   danger   side   but   since   when   should   a   wee   thing   like   that   stop   someone   ?      ‘sides   ,      if   ye   look   good   doin’   it   the   danger   don’t   matter      ❞         mary   says   with   a   shrug   ,      eyes   falling   to   the   magazine   on   the   table   .         ❝      should   get   a   red   one   ,   seems   yer   colour      ❞

Ned grins, satisfied with their answer, and glad his instincts had been correct. Maybe it’s worth looking into... really, how hard can these things be to drive if muggles can do it with no magical input whatsoever? “Isn’t red your colour too?” He laughs, remembering Mary Sheridan-Macdonald from their brief overlap at school. “But you’re right, amount of risk is directly proportional to a person’s attractiveness. Now I've just got to figure out how I'm gonna get hold of a bike...”

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lorcandead·:

“Unless Emma’s got some other singer stashed somewhere– and I wouldn’t put that past her– that’s me.” Lorcan would normally take offense to being called so-and-so’s friend instead of internationally famous rockstar Lorcan d’Eath, but at least being Emma’s friend implied a certain level of fun. “And you’re.. something about Quidditch. Play it? Write about it?”

Ned laughs, simply because he was thinking the exact same thing. Emma has her fingers in a lot of pies, so to speak. “Well, it’s nice to meet you officially. And now you’ve gotta tell me how she convinced you to write a song about her.”

“Play it,” he confirms, still smiling broadly. “I don’t think the Prophet would like my attempts at sports journalism much - half of it would have to be starred out, and the other half would be really fucking biased. I’m Ned Weasley, I play for the Wasps.” It’s been three years, but he still hasn’t grown tired of saying it.

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wecsleys·:

        ❝   your   ego   probably   does,   mate,   ❞   arthur   teases,   poking   fun   at   his   older   brother   for   simply   giving   him   that   easy   burn.   it   was   almost   too   easy   that   arthur   wasn’t   going   to   do   it,   but   the   words   were   already   out   of   his   mouth.   ❝   no   attic   living   for   us   —   you   and   i   already   did   too   many   years   of   that.   i   thought   molls   and   i   may   deserve   a   bit   more   than   sleeping   with   a   ghoul   under   the   mattress.   ❞   arthur   will   never   forget   the   days   and   nights   he   and   ned   shared   the   attic   bedroom   at   home,   the   walls   covered   in   posters   of   muggle   models   and   actresses   —   truly   a   den   of   masculinity.   

        ❝   honestly   —   that   would   be   more   than   great,   mate.   i   have   to   work   in   overdrive   to   get   everything   up   and,   more   importantly   safe   and   sturdy,   before   the   baby   comes   —   ❞   he   blurted,   thinking   about   how   eventually   molly   will   have   to   carry   even   more   pounds   as   the   baby   grows   and   will   need   proper   railing   to   get   up   the   stairs.   but   as   arthur’s   mind   ran   with   those   thoughts,   he   completely   disregarded   the   fact   that   he   told   his   brother   about   the   future   weasley   coming   soon.

Ned doesn’t dignify that comment with a response, instead snagging one of the nice, embroidered cushions out from behind him and lobbing it hard at Arthur’s stupid head. Honestly, if he ever sought a change in vocation, he could easily make the switch from beater to chaser - all those years wielding a bat have given him a strong arm. “Maybe Molly does, not sure about you though. I’m pretty sure that ghoul was your first kiss.”

The smile freezes on Ned’s face as he absorbs Arthur’s words, a lance of unsolicited panic shooting through his stomach before he arrives at a more satisfactory conclusion. He’s joking. Of course he’s joking. “Ha-ha, very funny,” Ned says, his tone heavy with sarcasm. “You’re having a baby, and I’m dropping out of the league to devote my life to teaching History of Magic. Did you hear Professor Binns finally retired, and that I was the only one with high enough NEWTs to take over from him?”

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daveysgudgeon·:

        “do i honestly even need half this shit? i never understood why you have to bring… everything.” davey huffs as he tries to shift things to fit the last of his clothes into the trunk. “whatever doesn’t fit i can come get later.”

“Maybe because most people that go to Hogwarts plan on staying there, day and night, for a full ten months of the year?” Ned suggests, a glimmer of amusement in his eye. “But then, most of them don’t have their own flat and an extremely fit professional quidditch player to share it with.”

In spite of his teasing, Ned’s privately glad that Davey won’t be going away for good. He doesn’t think he’s cut out to live alone. “Lets go out,” he says suddenly. “Fuck off the rest of the packing until tomorrow - it’s not like it’s going anywhere.”