Empath (Sherlock X Reader)

Empath (Sherlock x Reader)

Words: 922

Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This is just something I had been thinking of for a while. I feel like if magic were to be real in Sherlock’s world, he’d definitely end up with an empath of some sort. I feel like he’d be really interested in her ability at first but at the same time not want to have anything to do with her because emotion is not an advantage and whatnot. But soon He’d just give in and it was the best choice he ever made.

There was nowhere they'd rather be. Laying in each other's arms, with no words to say. They wouldn't need them anyway. With only a look, he could see just what she was feeling. With a touch, she could feel what he felt.

Someone who doesn't feel emotion like others and another who felt everything. A sociopath and an empath.

Running her hand over his bare ribs she could feel the pure relaxation and contentment filling him like hot chocolate on Christmas day. His blue-green eyes peered into hers, seeing the dilated pupils and slightly parted lips. His forehead pressed to hers and their messy locks meshed together.

Their legs were tangled together and his hand rested on her fabric covered thigh. He held the back of her head with his other hand, his arm tucked underneath her neck, keeping her close.

Light filtered through the pale curtains while her soft music played quietly in the air and soothed her mind. Her positive energy cleared his mind and filled him with a sense of fulfillment and warmth that he would have never gotten from any substance before he met her.

His brother always said love wasn't an advantage. He'd obviously has never met anyone like the woman in Sherlock's arms. She cleared his mind, drove away the insanity, and filled him with purpose. He had been clean for months now because of her. She had become his drug in a way.

“Figure it out yet?” Her voice was soft and sweet, sending pure delight through him. He hummed.

“I had it figured out about 30 seconds after we met the client,” he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice rumbling in her chest. A smile spread across her face and she pressed her lips to his in an adoring kiss.

“What took you so long?” She teased. “Surely this was a breeze?” He smirked and brought his hand up to run his thumb over her lower lip.

“I was distracted.” He leaned forward to kiss her, only for her to pull back slightly.

“Oh, no! You mustn't get distracted, dear. Lives are on the line!” She grinned at his scowl. He growled and buried his face in her neck.

“It's hardly a five, but you made me take the case. It's not my fault that I find my current company more interesting than whether or not a woman's husband is having an affair with her own brother.”

She chuckled at his grumpy voice and the way he curled his arms around her possessively. Her hand came up to run through his hair, twirling a curl on her index finger.

“Well, you couldn't feel the distress from her handshake. Poor woman, how she couldn't tell that her husband had the hots for her brother is beyond me. Just meeting them both earlier confirmed it. The guilt and adrenaline in the room were stifling.” She scrunched her nose. Sherlock simply observed her.

He adored it when she spoke of what she feels from others. Emotion was something always looked down on in his life, but when he met her, it became such a regular thing that all contempt for it was gone. Now, all he wanted was to hear how people felt through her. Her ability also came in handy during cases when they had some more stubborn clients or suspects. He absolutely adored her.

He grabbed her hand and rested it on his chest, right above his heart. This was his way of expressing his love for her. He still had difficulty wording what he felt, but luckily, he didn't have to with her. She smiled and gently ran her nails over his skin. His body filled with a feeling he once thought he could never feel. But this was coming from her hand. She was pouring her emotions into him. Saying she loved him back.

“Tell me again,” He whispered. She exaggeratedly groaned.

“Sherl, I've told you a thousand times!” she said incredulously, their moment somewhat ruined by his request.

“Please. You know I find it interesting.”

“But I hardly understand it myself.” She pouted. He looked at her with his kicked puppy look. Her frown deepened. “No.” His eyes only seemed to get bigger. “Ugh, fine!”

His face broke out in a satisfied grin. She glared at him.

“Well, it’s like a flow of colors in my mind. All swirling and dancing, sometimes indiscernible from each other. Like a beautiful battle. There’s crimson rage, muddy green jealousy, yellow happiness. When I touch someone, it can see those colors in my mind.” She closed her eyes and ran a hand over his sharp cheek.

“Like right now, I can see orange curiosity, soft blue contentment, and… fiery red love.” She grinned as she opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. His pupils blown and a look of awe across his features. “But there is a sliver of dark grey denial. Still think you can’t love, dear?” She playfully challenged.

“I'll have you know, you are infuriatingly beautiful and intelligent, but you’re wrong. I did once believe I could never feel what I feel for you.” He paused, “granted, everyone else is still morons and I can't stand to be around them. But why do I need to when I have all I need here?”

“Watch out, Mr. Holmes, someone might think you've gone soft.” She chuckled. He laughed in response and smoothed a hand over her hair.

“Soft? No,” he scoffed. “In love? Hm. Yes.

“Love isn't a disadvantage when it's with you.”

Breaking and Entering (George Weasley x Reader)

Request:  Hi could you write 31 and 72 with George weasley!

Summary: George finally works up the courage to ask out the reader, so he breaks into her dorm room.

Words: 1187

Characters/Pairings: George Weasley x reader, Fred Weasley

Warnings: None

Fred snickered to himself as he watched his twin. He was being absolutely ridiculous, staring at the pretty girl sitting at the Ravenclaw table. He was pretty sure George hasn’t realized that his mouth was hanging open and he hasn’t turned the page of the book he was pretending to read in ten minutes.

“Mate, just ask her out,” Fred finally spoke up, elbowing his twin in the side. George jumped violently, his book dropping into the chocolate pudding on the table. He sent a glare to Fred, cleaning up.

“Ask who out?” George hid his blush while busying himself with cleaning off the book.

“Oh please, don’t act like you haven’t been checking out (Y/N) over there at the Ravenclaw table for the past fifteen minutes! It’s obvious you have a thing for her, mate. Just ask her out.”

“Okay, okay, fine. But I’ll need your help…”

“I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. There’s an 80% chance we could die horribly and violently, but this plan is solid, I swear,” Fred whispered, looking around the corner for any teachers, or Filch.

“Thank you, Fred,” George hissed, rolling his eyes. “Not like I’m already freaking out about this.”

Fred laughed and elbowed him in the ribs. “Oh, come on! It’s just sneaking into the Ravenclaw common room and into the girls’ dorm! A piece of cake!”

“Do you even know how to get into their common room?” George hissed as they darted for the door.  A bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle head stared at them.

“Psh, you go through the door, of course.” Fred knocked a few times, maybe someone inside will let them in. Since they don’t know the password to get in.

“What asks, but never answers?” The eagle spoke in a musical voice. The boys looked at each other, then down to the knocker.

“Erm… what?” George cleared his throat.

“What asks, but never answers?”

“Oh! It’s a riddle!” Fred exclaimed. “Okay, um… asks but never answers…”

Fred shrugged after thinking for a few moments and looked to George who shrugged as well, clueless.

“A question.” A soft voice sounded behind them. They jumped away from the source of the sound, soon feeling ridiculous when it was only Loony Lovegood.

The door swung open and the slight girl brushed passed them into the common room. They stood there for a breath and followed after when she beckoned them in.

“(Y/N)’s dorm is up those stairs and her door has gold stars painted on it.” Luna pointed to the set of stairs across from them and they nodded and crept their way there. George stopped and turned to the blonde.

“How did you know we were looking for (Y/N)’s dorm?” He cocked an eyebrow. Luna shrugged and flipped open her book, burying her nose in it.

“You’re not very subtle.” Was all she offered as an answer. George blushed and looked down at his feet. Fred sighed and grabbed George by his shoulder, spun him, and dragged him up the stairs.

They made their way up the stairs, searching each door for gold stars. It felt like ages that they climbed these stairs, going in circles, up and up. George groaned as he stopped for a breather, leaning against a random door.

“Ho-how high does thi-this tower go?” George tossed his head back onto the wood, looking up at the gold designs on the door. Hey, they look like stars. Gold stars. George leaped forward and spun around.

In swirly gold font, ‘(Y/N)’ was written along with her roommates’ names. Fred scoffed and banged his head on the wall. The door had been there the whole time. George shrugged and slowly opened the door, peeking in.

Finding the room empty, he motioned Fred forward and the two slipped into the room. The room was large with five beds tucked into the walls, blue and silver drapes hung around the room and over the bed. Floating fairy lights drifted above their heads, casting a soft glow in the dark room.

The two made their way around the room, looking for any sign of which bed might have been (Y/N)’s. Each bed had picture frames of girls and their families, little trinkets on the shelves and books laid about.

“Oi, George, lookit.” Fred pointed to the bed farthest from the door. Pictures of (Y/N) and her family and friends lined the shelf. Tiny starfish sat in a jar, amethyst and topaz and every gemstone dotted the space. On the bed, a black cat blinked at them, a silver tag hung around its neck.

George suddenly felt like running from the room. Why was he here? To ask out a girl in some extravagant way? What if she said no? this would all be for naught. He was broken out of his thoughts when Fred draped a scarf around George’s shoulders.

“Oh, George~ You are so amazing! I can’t believe you would do this just for me!” Fred danced around the room with (Y/N)’s favorite hat on his head, flipping another scarf around his neck.

“Shh! Fred, be quiet, someone’s gonna hear us! Let’s just get this done.” George ripped the hat off his twin’s head.

“Get what done?” They both froze at the voice. Upon turning, they found (Y/N) and a two of her roommates standing at the door. (Y/N) had a bewildered look on her face, her friends looked suspicious. They knew of George’s crush on their roommate and this was actually really creepy.

“U-um, it’s not what it looks like.” George pulled the scarf off of his shoulders and shoved it back behind him into Fred’s chest.

“What does it look like, then?” She didn’t look mad, but George knew the dangerous calm that settled on her face, he’d seen it on his mother many times before.

“Urm… I uh- well you see…” George fiddled with his wand in his hands, thinking of his plan to ask her out but now that she stood before him, he has lost his nerve.

“George was going to give you this.” Fred handed (Y/N) a small envelope with her name scrawled onto the front with red ink. She cautiously took it into her hands, who knew what the white paper could contain.

George’s face was a red as his hair as he watched her rip open the envelope he meant to leave on her bed along with loads of conjured flowers and chocolates.

Inside the envelope was a plain white card. She rose an eyebrow and looked up to George who was already watching her, gauging her reaction. He winced at her look.

The second she opened the card tiny fireworks exploded from within. A rainbow of colors filled the entire room in a wide range of shapes and figures. Stars and flowers and tiny fish swan around her. A smile overtook her face at the display, her roommates giggling behind her.

As the fireworks came to an end one last firework popped in the air in front of her. Her eyes widened and she brought a hand to her mouth.

                                                     “Be Mine?”

                                                         "Yes."

A/N: Sorry guys I haven’t been posting for the past few weeks! I’ve been going through some tough shit and writing seemed more like a task than something relaxing. but now everything is somewhat settling, so hopefully, I can finish though requests I have left.

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Fight For Love (George Weasley x reader)

Request: George Weasley Romantic prompt. 34. "I don't want to think about what I'd be like without you." 43. "I'm yours, in every way possible." & 69. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." ♡♡♡

Summary: The reader saves Fred from dying during the Battle of Hogwarts, nearly dying. George stays with her in the hospital until she wakes up.

Words: 542

Characters/Pairings: George Weasley x Reader, Fred x Reader (platonic), Percy (mentioned)

Warnings: Near death, slight swearing (if even that), hospitals

Lights exploded all around. Their home, the place they met, the place they fell in love, it was crumbling over them.

Her heart beat heavily in her chest as her lungs burned from the acidic smoke hanging in the air. With her wand held tightly in her hand, she fired spell after spell, blocking when she should and dodging the rest. All to get to the red-head across the courtyard.

George was fighting off two death eaters on his own, both of them firing jets of green light he was just barely sidestepping. Terror filled her along with a wave of rage. She already lost her godfather, Remus, and his wife, Tonks. She was not losing the love of her life, too.

She raised her wand at the two death eaters, “Stupefy!” The first went down, the other turning to look over at her, barely raising his wand before her fist connected with his face. The force was enough to knock him unconscious.

George sat on the ground looking up at her like the goddess she was. “Marry me.” He blurted. She laughed out loud, grabbing his hand and helping him up, pressing her lips to his.

“I’m yours, in every way possible,” She whispered in his good ear. He grinned from ear to ear.

They fought side by side for a while until they split to find Fred and anyone else to help. She was the one to find Fred, backed up against a wall with Percy. A death eater was approaching from the side, unseen by the two brothers, but not her.

Making a decision in a split second, she silently apologized to George for this. She sprinted towards Fred, tackling him to the side, out of the way of the curse that would have killed him. The wall exploded behind them, massive debris falling onto of the two.

“(Y/N)!!” Fred yelled as darkness took over and her body went limp over his.

 She woke to the warm feeling of something holding her hand tightly, something running through her hair. It hurt to open her eyes, no doubt they were bruised and black, like the rest of her body.

“Geor…” Her voice gurgled in her throat.

“Oh, Love! Merlin, I thought… I thought you’d never wake up!” George’s jumped up from his position next to her on the hospital bed.

“’Ow long?” She couldn’t get much else out through her sore throat.

“Five days, love.” George lightly brushed his fingers over her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.

“Fred?”

“He’s fine, up and walking.” There was a pause. And then a sob. Her eyes shot open to look over at George. “H-he’s alive because of you… But shit, (Y/N), you almost died in his place… I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”

Tears pool in her eyes, making her vision even worse. She squeezed his hand in hers, hoping he could feel the love she was unable to express in words. He gave a watery smile, bringing her bruised hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. The same ones that punched a death eater in the face.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, love, but I’m never letting go.”

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