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supercorpkid · 1 day ago

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Would it really kill you if we kissed? Part 2

Supergirl. Baby Danvers. Kara Danvers x B!D!Reader, Alex Danvers x B!D!Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader, Esmé Danvers

Word Count: 3010

Previously on part 1. Part 2 of 3.

You start spending more time with Esmé, filling your days with her endless energy and her excitement over everything new on this island. You’d planned on being here for the family time anyway, but lately, it’s become easier to dodge Kara’s concerned glances and Lena’s quiet observations. Esmé, at least, never asks questions you’re not ready to answer.

It doesn’t stop Kara from trying, though. You find yourself slipping out of family dinners early, ducking behind palm trees when you spot her coming your way, feigning sleep when she knocks on your door at night. You know it’s getting obvious—Kara’s face fell when you bailed on last night’s dinner, and Alex’s knowing sigh was almost loud enough to break through the silence you’ve wrapped around yourself. But would they even understand if you told them?

Esmé’s simpler. When you’re with her, it’s just fun, silly games and laughter that doesn’t get weighed down by questions. For now, you let yourself hide behind that. That is until Esmé notices, of course. Kids always do, with that unfiltered clarity adults forget to keep.

It catches you by surprise when the two of you are building sandcastles, the sun heavy and warm, and she says, “I miss hanging out with Aunt Kara and Aunt Lena together. You know, like… like we used to.”

You tense, your hands pausing mid-sculpt. “They’re busy with grown-up stuff. It happens.”

Esmé gives you a look, so knowing it’s almost painful. “You’re a bad liar.”

You sigh, brushing sand from your fingers. “I guess I am.”

“Is it because of that thing you can't tell Aunt Kara, but you can tell my mom?”

It takes you by surprise, the perceptiveness of it, the way she’s pinpointed exactly what’s unraveling between you and your sisters without even understanding why. You swallow, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Sort of.”

“I wish I had a sister. If I did, I'd tell her everything! And she would be my best friend!”

"Well, your mom is my best friend and she is my sister too."

She spares a look over her shoulder, to Kara on the other side of the beach swimming alone in the ocean. "I bet Aunt Kara feels lonely."

It’s… whoa. A lot more insightful than you'd expect from a six-year-old.

Kara’s attempts to reach you haven’t gone unnoticed. She’s patient, but only for so long, and it’s clear to everyone around you that you’re holding her at arm’s length. But what's worse is that you avoid Alex too, because you don't wanna tell her what happened. She's gonna tell you that you missed your chance to come clean, which is obvious and yet extremely unhelpful.

It’s so evident you're keeping your distance, that when Lena finds you sneaking behind a bush one evening, she doesn’t even act surprised.

"Hey!" Lena’s voice makes you jump, her warm presence somehow amplifying your guilt. "Why are you hiding behind a bush? And why does it feel like I haven't seen you in days?"

"What? It hasn't been days." It has. She raises her eyebrows, and you smooth your hands over your clothes. "I thought I saw a hedgehog," you lie, forcing a smile. She doesn’t look convinced. "What are you up to?"

"I thought you and I could go on a walk," she says, her smile soft, irresistible. You’re about to argue, but she throws a cheap shot. "You know, you did promise me some alone time."

"Did I?" You try a joke, but, as with the last few attempts, it doesn’t quite land with her.

"You don’t have to come if you're more interested in the hedgehog. I could probably hold my own against the wild animals in the forest."

"Yeah, I’m sure you can, but I’d hate to miss you fighting a snake, so I might as well tag along. Wouldn’t want to miss the show."

"Very kind of you, darling." Lena’s eyes light up with humor, and the two of you start toward the nearest forest trail. It’s close to the resort—too close for any real wildlife, which is probably the point.

The conversation is supposed to be casual, just friends catching up. She asks about your thesis, even a few things about your superhero life. But as relaxed as it should be, you can’t shake the tension simmering beneath the surface. Every laugh, every shared glance, every tiny silence, and you’re swallowing feelings, nearly choking on unsaid words. Your heartbeat drums in your ears, terrified that one slip-up could give everything away.

"Kara is so thrilled to have you to share these experiences with. I bet it’s lonely, having to figure out this superhero lifestyle on your own."

"I don’t think I’m helping that much, to be honest. I’m just… following her lead most of the time."

"I think you're more important than you give yourself credit for." Lena touches your arm, her eyes soft and unwavering, making it impossible to shrug it off. "For everyone, not just Kara."

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” You mutter the words with such disbelief that Lena almost flinches.

She doesn’t let it go, though. She stops, making you pause too, her expression puzzled but determined.

"Y/N, darling." Just one word—darling—and your heart is pounding, each beat a tiny betrayal. "You know I mean it, right? We wouldn’t miss hanging out with you so much if you weren’t—"

"So fun to have around!" you cut in, your voice unnaturally bright.

Lena reaches for your hand, her gaze softening in a way that makes it impossible to hide. "If you weren’t so incredibly special."

This is it—the moment you could be honest, vulnerable, bare open like she is. But Kara might be in love with her. And she’s probably in love with your sister too, because who would choose you over Kara? No one. Not even you.

So you bite your tongue, force a smile, and watch the moment slip past. “Yeah, I—I don’t know. Maybe the superhero life just isn’t for me.”

“Oh.” Lena blinks, visibly thrown, and when you realize what you’ve just said, it’s too late. Can’t take it back. You’ve tried so hard to hide how you feel about her, you didn’t even think about the other secrets you need to protect.

“Not that I’ll stop!” you rush to reassure her. “I’d never stop supering and leave Kara to it. I just… wonder, sometimes. But, um, everyone wonders about things they’ll never act on, right?”

You can feel Lena’s gaze linger on you as you stumble through your words. Her silence feels weighty, loaded with questions she doesn’t voice. Instead, she’s watching you with that careful, gentle look she has—the one that makes you feel like she can see straight through every defense you’re barely managing to hold up.

“Y/N,” Her voice is low, softer than usual, and you can tell she’s choosing her words carefully. “If you ever feel like talking… Really talking, I mean—I’ll listen, you know that, right?”

You breathe deep, trying to keep your expression neutral, but the way she’s looking is too much; she’s seeing right through you, and every instinct you have screams to deflect, to put distance between you and that sharp, all-seeing gaze.

“I know, Lena. I just—” You pause, forcing the words clawing up your throat back down, swallowing hard against the sting of tears that threaten to break free. “I don’t have much to say right now, but… thank you.”

Her fingers brush down your arm slowly, lingering for a split second before letting go. She doesn’t push, but there’s something in her eyes, something searching, that leaves you feeling bare. She’s not fooled, you know that. But she doesn’t press further, only offers a soft nod.

“I just want to make sure you know that you’re not alone.” Her voice is so gentle, it makes your throat tighten.

Her words land with a bittersweet ache, a reminder of exactly how not alone you actually are—and yet, how impossible it feels to share any of it. You swallow, nodding a little too quickly, desperate to end this before you give yourself away completely.

“I appreciate it,” you mumble, unable to meet her eyes. “Anyway, uh… we should head back before it gets dark.”

A tiny smile curves her lips, one filled with patience, and it only makes the weight in your chest feel heavier. She sees through you, sees the things you’re too afraid to say. And as you walk back, her presence beside you is both comforting and unbearable, the knowledge that she’d listen if you let her like a gentle but relentless pressure against the wall you’re so intent on keeping up.

When you finally reach the resort, you mumble something about needing to freshen up before dinner, ducking away before she can say anything else. But her words stay with you, lingering in the back of your mind: you’re not alone.

Even though you've never felt as lonely and isolated as you do now.

This trip, this whole thing, was a really bad idea.

You throw together your bag in a rush, moving faster than any human eye could see. This trip was supposed to be a break, a chance to breathe—but with each day, it feels like the land on this tiny island is getting even smaller. There’s nowhere left to hide, and the weight of your secrets presses harder, threatening to escape the moment you open your mouth. It almost did with Lena, so you desperately need to leave.

You knock lightly on Alex and Kelly’s door, hoping not to wake Esmé. It’s late, but Alex answers quickly, slipping out into the hall and shutting the door quietly behind her. She gives you a concerned once-over, her expression softening in that big-sister way.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers. “Lena said you two hung out before dinner, but then you didn’t show up—”

“I’m going back to National City.” You say it quickly, barely letting the words settle before you look away, as if that might make it easier. Alex’s eyes shift down to your bag, and she lets out a long, disappointed sigh.

“You can’t keep running forever, you know.”

“No, but I can tonight.” You set your jaw, bracing yourself. Alex is going to try to talk you out of this, and you can’t let her. “I’ll help keep watch over National City with J’onn and M’gann. Say goodbye to Esmé for me.”

“Absolutely not. You want to leave her, you tell her yourself.” She opens the door a fraction, enough for you to glimpse Esmé’s little sneakers by the bed, and you feel something twist painfully in your chest. She knows it’ll be harder for you to look Esmé in the eye, to break your promise of a trip full of fun with her favorite aunt. “Man up.”

“Sexist,” you mutter, half-heartedly, as you step inside. But before you can call for Esmé, you freeze. Kara is sitting on the floor, her gaze sharpening the moment she sees you.

“You’re leaving?” She stands up, arms crossed, and in that moment, she doesn’t look much like your sister—she looks every inch of Supergirl, unyielding. Kelly clears her throat, mumbling something about checking on Esmé before slipping out of the small living room.

“Yeah, I have this… thing.”

“Is this ‘thing’ called a massive crush on Lena that you’re too scared to deal with?” Kara’s voice is quiet but piercing, an eyebrow arching as she studies you, making you feel as transparent as glass. “Or is this ‘thing’ a problem you’ve got with me?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Oh yeah, I forgot everything has to be about you.”

Before you can get another word out, she’s right in front of you, moving faster than even you expected.

“It’s becoming about me because you keep dodging me and shutting everyone out,” she says firmly. “You have to stop running, Y/N. Why won't you deal with your problems like an adult?”

“Oh my God! Is there a version of this conversation where you don’t sound like my mother?”

“I don't know. Is there a version where you don’t sound like a moody teenager?” She fires back, voice sharp as a blade.

"Go to hell, Kara," you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper, knowing full well she’ll catch every word. You try to push past her, but she steps in your way, resolute, daring you to challenge her. Fine. If she wants a fight, you’ll give her one.

“Stop acting so tough,” you say, each word sharp and unyielding. “You’re not Alura. You’re not Eliza. You’re not even my oldest sister.” You pause, just long enough to let it sink in, to make sure she feels the sting. "You don’t get to act like you’re in charge."

Kara flinches, just a fraction, but you catch it. And part of you hates that it hurts her—almost as much as the rest of you wants it to.

A hand catches your arm as you make to leave, and you know it’s Alex without even looking. Her grip isn’t harsh, but it’s inflexible, the quiet authority of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing.

“This has gone too far.” she says, her voice low.

“Alex,” you say, a warning lacing your tone. But your sister doesn’t budge. She’s as immovable as Kara in her own way, and you can tell from her stance that she’s done letting this slide.

“No. You tell her now, or I will.” The seriousness in her voice roots you to the spot, and you stare at her in disbelief. “Don’t test me, Y/N. This has gone on too long.”

“Alex,” you plead, the warning fading, replaced by something that feels like betrayal. “I trusted you.”

But Alex’s stance only hardens. She glances at Kara, crossing her arms in front of her chest, each movement deliberate, telling you in no uncertain terms that this is the line she won’t let you cross.

“You want to know what’s going on?” your voice comes out loud, it's almost a yell in the quiet of the night, voice cracking as you throw the question back at them, your fists clenched so tight they’re shaking. “Fine. Let’s do this. You want honesty? Here it is.”

Kara and Alex fall silent, but they’re staring, eyes wide. You can’t tell if they're surprised or concerned, and for once, you don’t care.

“I’m in love with Lena,” you spit out, practically choking on the words. “There it is. Happy? But it doesn’t matter, because she’s yours, Kara. Everyone is. Everyone who matters, everyone I could ever care about, they’re all yours.”

“I don't—” Kara starts, but you’re not finished. Not even close.

“Don’t!” you snap, cutting her off. “You have no idea what it’s like to be around you, day after day, having to act like it doesn’t kill me. Watching you looking at her like… Like I do. And I just—” Your voice wobbles, a tremor of frustration bubbling up with the tears you’re fighting to keep down. “I just get to stand there and smile and play the part of your perfect little sister, like I should just be grateful to even be a part of your story.”

Alex takes a step toward you, hands up, but you move away, barely holding it together, so you don't hurt her. “Do you know how exhausting it is? How much do I dread putting on the suit, being the hero, pretending this is all I ever wanted? Because it’s not. It’s never been. I hate it," your voice comes out so raw, your throat hurts afterwards. "and I can’t even tell anyone that because you’d all look at me like I’d failed you. Both of you would.”

Alex steps back the slightest, her face twisted in a mix of surprise and sadness. Kara looks stricken, her mouth parting like she wants to say something, but you don’t give her the chance. You’re too far gone, the anger pushing past your better judgment.

“You get to be perfect, and I get to be… what? The second-rate version of you? The one who’s not quite as brave, not quite as good?” You only realize you're crying when you taste your own tears. “The one people don't even glance at because they are too busy looking at you — the super girl. And now you want me to watch you with the person I love too? You just get to take everything.”

"That's not true! None of it is—" Kara reaches out, but you take a step back, hands up like it’s a shield.

“You don't get it! So don’t—just don't.”

Her expression crumples, and for the first time, you see the real hurt reflected back at you. But the ache inside you is too loud, too sharp to ignore. A small part of you feels vindicated, glad that she’s hurting too—at least now you’re not the only one carrying the weight of pain.

You turn away, ready to escape the suffocating atmosphere, but Alex’s voice cuts through the tension, pulling you back.

"Y/N, wait." Alex tries, voice sweet like you didn't even know she could master. "Let's all take a breath and just… talk about it."

"Oh no," You turn to her. "you don't get to do this. I trusted you with this, and you just—” You can’t find the words, the tears breaking free, your voice shaking. "You just chose Kara over me. Like everyone does. So you don't get to ask me for anything." The next words leave from the depths of your core, it shakes the entire room. "NONE OF YOU get to ask me for ANYTHING!"

Sometimes hours can feel like minutes, and sometimes a single second can last a lifetime. "I'm done pretending we're one big happy family." This is it. This is that second. The second you burned every bridge, every connection you've had and flew away from it.

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katharinanadiaa · 10 hours ago

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this chapter is such a perfect closure and ending for this story. i love how you write their relationship is at the start, how it felt so natural and shows how they’re close and truly fit each other, the way gee invited him to the parents day just shows it even more, and that melts my heart. mason then being the biggest sweetheart at that, for making himself be seen as he sees how gee’s feeling and then recording her performance tooo, also how him saying she’s his baby girl. i love how he’s also reassuring y/n about coming there after being distant for a few days.

my heart breaks for them at them at the argument, how they’re just confused and shocked. but you wrote the whole argument soo well. even though he shouted at her, the way he picked up gee and then stay at the house, i think also shows how deep down he’ll always care about them despite anything. how both of them are already vulnerable afterwards only after a few hours hurts me, and then y/n hugging him. her having a big heart and admitting his words are true is admirable, also how mason himself apologize for shouting and then making effort in being more level headed also how he tucked y/n into his side and then getting happier as the convo goes on. also lovee that throughout the conversation, they truly confessed and pour out all their feelings. love that y/n’s able to clarify the stuff mason told before in the best way and being honest, also giving those reassurances. how she wants him to feel all the love he makes her feel every day is soo sweet. i love how throughout the convo, mason shows how much love that he has for y/n since they’re teenagers and also gee, especially at how y/n’s opening up about her past relationship with jack and how being a single mother affects her through the words of affirmation thats genuine and heartwarming. the 240 miles part, her always being his number one is soo adorable, with that little speech of him saying he’s in love with her. how he asked her to stop crying to then saying it because he can’t kiss her again is soo cute, he’s always able to make her smile, also the little things when he noticed her feeling nervous so he pulled the cover back and then tucks her is so sweet. love how there’s a lot of kisses in this chapter and how mason said fifteen year old is losing his mind makes it even better, shows how long they’ve known each other. also the way he asked her to go on a date is soo smooth, along with the little promise about the pasta. shoutout to ell for being such a great best friend for giving y/n that tough love at the start and making it possible for the both of them to have that conversation.

how there’s a new little one shocked me in the best way, the way its revealed is so lovely along with leo being such a happy baby especially with his daddy and calm enough that makes it possible for them to go on the trip🫶🏻 the way gee’s calling mason as a daddy also made me emotional, like even though mason’s been her father figure since her birth, it feels more real and official, the little part of him joking to her melts me. the mrs mount part leading to the proposal and it being in y/n’s dream place is perfect, along with the instagram post. this truly felt like a happy ending, how their wishes since teenagers are coming truee.

congratulations on finishing this series, six weeks felt so fast but you wrote this series so well. thank you so much for your efforts creating this heartfelt story of two teenagers best friends that finally get their happy ending together, along with wonderful characters, except jack☺️💗

Change Of Heart

The End - Part Six

Note - wow, I can’t believe we made it to the end 😭 thank you all so much for reading and for your kind words throughout. I really hoped you enjoyed this as much as I have and thank you again to Elisa for being so patient with me. I’d love to know what you all think and enjoyyyyy

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 10.7k

Warnings - series contains angst & fluff

Day and night you thought about Mason. About what your life would be like if you got the guts to let him in and tell him how you really felt now but everytime you thought about it, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Months passed and all you did was fall deeper and deeper for your best friend. Seeing him more often than ever didn’t exactly help the situation either but the fact the pair of you were so domestic just made it all even harder.

You were in a perfect routine with him. Home games with you both in his shirt when you could and away games if they were close by. Dinner together as a family at least twice a week with Mason picking up Gee from nursery every Wednesday to give you some time to yourself but you knew he liked taking her out for treats as well. So much so you pretend you didn’t see anything when she came back with chocolate ice cream stains down her dress as her happy smile made up for all of it.

You wondered if he’d maybe caught onto the fact your feelings had changed. It felt so obvious to you in the way you acted around him now as he made you so nervous and flustered, but if it was obvious then he didn’t say anything. He was still your typical kind and loving Mason and you were trying so hard to be his best friend.

You didn’t know what was holding you back. You were pretty certain he felt the same but it had been so long since you’d heard him say anything of the sort you’d managed to talk yourself into thinking that his feelings had vanished. What exactly did you have to offer him anyway? You were a single mum who was just about getting by when he could no doubt have any girl he laid his eyes on.

That didn’t make you feel any less for him, if anything as the months went by all you did was fall for him more. He made you feel happy and warm and filled your house with so much laughter and love that when he wasn’t around you felt lost. Even when he was by your side you still found yourself drifting off into your own imagination to think about what life would be like if you were an item and right now was no different.

You knew Mason was talking, but the piece of paper in your pocket was burning a hole through your jeans and it wasn’t long before he noticed you were in your own world and bumped your shoulder gently.

‘Y/n? You listening to me?’ He scolded lightly. Turning to face you and he must have picked up on the moody look on your face as his face dropped as soon as you caught eyes. ‘Y/n? What’s wrong’

‘It’s nothing-‘

‘No don’t do that’ he interrupted, placing his arm around your shoulders for a bit of comfort and you had to refrain from nuzzling yourself into him further. ‘You know you can tell me’

‘It’s Gee’s nursery’ you huffed. Figuring you may as well come clean. ‘They’re putting on a parents day thing for Christmas and… I don’t know, I'm just overthinking it too much. You know what this time of years like, it’s all gonna be about families and there’s gonna be all those kids with both parents there for them and-’

‘Stop it. You give Gee everything. You’re mum and dad rolled into one and Gee loves you, she thinks you’re a superhero’ he reassured you and you didn’t realise how much you needed to hear that from him until he’d said it. Your eyes filling with tears as you hid you face away again to take some breaths but he held you the whole time.

‘Will you come? To parents day?’ You asked. His eyebrows shooting straight up in shock but you just sent him a reassuring smile. ‘I know it’s a bit of a weird ask but she’s actually invited you’ you laughed, looking at his confused face as you pulled the invitation out so he could see his name written on the front under yours in Gee’s best attempt at writing. ‘If you’re busy it’s fine but she’s written your name and everything’

‘Well how can I say no to that huh?’ He laughed and you could tell he was a little emotional about it as his eyes became glossy. ‘I reckon if we asked Woody over we could recreate that picture’ he laughed, trying to mask how emotional he was with a joke. ‘Where is Gee anyway? I’ll go tell her I’m coming’

‘Watching tv, she said she had a long day and needed to unwind’ you told him, rolling your eyes at her sass and he quickly placed a kiss on your head before going to join her.

You joined them too not long after. Laughing as they were both laid on their bellies with their faces in their hands so they could watch tv together and it struck you how alike they were. You always thought Gee could pass as Masons own child but having had him be around consistently for well over a year now they were like little twins.

'Do you wanna stay for dinner?' You asked him, brows raised as you looked over to him but there was an expression on his face you'd never seen before and it made your tummy drop.

'Oh um I can't, I've got plans already' he nodded. Sitting up to face you and scratching the back of his neck as he looked to the floor so you decided to play dumb and see what he said in hopes you could confirm your suspicions.

'Oh, is Woody visiting? You didn't tell me'

'No, it's um… it's no one you know' he shrugged and you knew he was never going to come out with it so you decided to call him out.

‘Wait a minute, are you going on a date?' You asked him and his face told you everything you needed to know. A sinking feeling in your tummy at the realisation but you made sure you kept it together.

'I date, I just don't broadcast it everywhere’ he laughed. Your mind reeling and trying to think back when he may have been out before with someone without you knowing but you shut it off quickly. Not liking how you felt when thinking about him with another girl but thankfully he didn't let you dwell on it as he stood up and gathered his things. 'I better go, I need a shower and everything. Are you alright?'

'Yeah fine, sorry um, have a nice time, yeah? Good luck’ you spluttered, trying to look busy so he couldn't see the heat travelling up your neck but his hand on your wrist made you stop in your tracks.

'Thanks love' he smiled, kissing your forehead quickly just like always but all you felt was sadness.

The rest of the evening went by slowly. You and Gee getting into your pjs after dinner so you could watch some Disney films under a blanket but you couldn’t focus on anything for too long. Thoughts of Mason and who he might be with filled your mind and you’d never felt more miserable.

If he was going out on dates then he’d clearly moved on and left his feelings for you in the past. It's not like you could blame him, you’d never given him a sign that you wanted anything more and he’d waited long enough. He deserved to be happy but it was tearing you apart that it wouldn’t be you that could give him what he needed now.

You were up and out early the next morning as you were meeting Ell for breakfast but you saw the way her face changed with just one look at you. Waiting until Gee and Tommy were in their respective seats before she dived in.

‘What’s wrong?’ she asked carefully but you didn’t know what to say. She’d guessed a few months back that your feelings had changed for him a little bit but knew you weren’t ready to do anything about it and never pushed you. Right now you wished she’d had though and as you were still feeling just as miserable.

‘Mason, he’s um… he went in a date yesterday’

‘Okay?’ She breathed. Looking at you questioningly as if she couldn’t understand what the big deal was and you knew you’d have to explain further.

‘I don’t know, I just feel weird about it. He’s never told me before but I bet he’s been on loads. I mean look at him of course he has’ you sighed and you felt your eyes sting the more you thought about him with someone else.

‘Oh babe’ she pouted. Reaching over and taking you hand and as much as you didn’t want Gee seeing you upset you couldn’t seem to hold it together.

‘I’ve missed my chance haven’t I?’ You croaked. Using you other hand to quickly wipe your cheeks so your tears went as quickly as they came.

‘Not necessarily. You said he was just on a date right? That could be anything, it’s probably just a first date’ she tried to reassure you but your mind was already reeling.

‘Yeah but it could also be a third or a fifth or maybe he’s actually got a girlfriend and they’re in bed right now and she gets to kiss him and do all the things I should be doing’ you spiralled and before you knew it you were snatching your hand away from hers and grabbing your phone out of your bag. ‘That's it, I’m calling him’

‘Y/n, no! You can’t’ Ell cried out. Reaching for you phone and somehow snatching it from your hand before you’d even realised.

‘Why not?’

‘Whatever he’s doing he’s allowed to do! He’s single okay, don’t ruin it for him’ she told you and it’s like her words were a slap to the face.

She was right. He wasn’t yours anywhere else but in your own head so if he was in bed with someone else right now then it didn’t matter how much it was tearing you apart. He was well within his rights to see whoever he wanted and it made you feel like crap to think about. This was your own doing though and when you looked up to Ell she was looking at you sympathetically.

‘Look, i think you need to tell him how you feel’

‘I can’t’ you croaked, your emotions attempting to get the better of you but you swallowed them down as best you could.

‘You can, okay? This has gotten way out of hand like you can’t be trying to jeopardise his dates and keep tabs on him if you’re not going to tell him what’s going on in your head. So you either tell him how you’re feeling and move forward or you keep quiet and leave him be’ she told. ‘I’m sorry for the tough love babe, but I just want you to be happy and I know that Mason would give you the world if you just asked’

‘I don’t know, I’ll think about it’

‘Well I’m keeping hold of your phone until we’re done’ she winked and even though you knew she was being serious you knew she was trying to make you laugh.

You didn’t hear much from Mason over the next few days. You knew he was busy in recovery whilst also trying to get a few personal projects off the ground but you also didn’t feel like you could message him. Pulling yourself back from him a little bit as you were feeling awkward and sad about the whole situation but you knew deep down you were just incredibly jealous.

It got to the point where you weren’t sure if he was even coming to Gee’s performance anymore but as soon as you’d got in from work you felt your phone buzz and Masons name pop up on your screen.

The thought of seeing him the next day filled you with mixed emotions and you couldn’t tell if you were excited or completely terrified. One the one hand you knew you’d have to hear all about his date and how well it went but you but on the other hand you had missed him to the point you didn’t care and just wanted to be around him.

You dropped Gee off early so they could get her into her costume and asked Ell to save you two seats whilst you waited outside for Mason. He was taking a while though and you thought you might have to abandon him soon so you didn’t miss anything but as soon as you turned back to the door his voice rung through the car park.

‘Hey sugar’ you suddenly heard from behind you and when you turned to face him, he pulled you straight into a hug before you could even look at him.

‘Sugar?’ You laughed but he didn’t explain himself. Just held you tighter and buried himself into your neck. ‘I was beginning to think you’d be late’ you told him, pulling back and budging his shoulder but the ever persistent cheeky smile he gave you made you smile back just as wide.

‘Couldn’t find anywhere to park, I've been walking for about ten years’ he joked. Slinging his arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead before his eye landed on the two huge Christmas trees dangling from your ears. ‘Nice earrings’

‘I’m just trying to get into the spirit of things’

‘Well you look great. Makes me look under dressed but I thought it was best I keep things on the down low’ he winked before his face turned a little more serious. ‘I’m sorry if I’ve seemed a bit off, I really wanted to be completely free today for Gee so I had to move some things around but you’ve got me uninterrupted for the rest of the day’

‘That’s okay, you don’t need to explain’ you told him but he just shrugged as he let you go so you could walk into the main reception.

‘I know, but I’ve missed you. I haven’t even had a second to think about anything else but work but it’s like now I’m back with my favourite people’

‘I’ve missed you, too’ you whispered. It hitting you then that you really had and now you knew he had the rest of the day free you thought you’d make sure you could spend as much time as you could with him. ‘Maybe after all this is over you can come back and we can catch up a bit more?’

‘Did you even need to ask’ he laughed.

Mason helped himself to the complimentary mince pies on the way into the hall before sending you a wink. Letting you lead him over to the two seats so he could say hello to Ell and Noah before you got settled for the show to begin.

‘So how was your little date the other night?’ You asked before you even realised what you’d said and you wished you could take it back. You didn’t want to know about him and any other woman but you couldn’t turn back time now. Not even having the courage to look at him as he answered but you knew he wasn’t looking your way either.

‘It was fine’ he shrugged.

‘Just fine?’

‘Yeah’

‘Wow Mase, say how you really feel’ you laughed sarcastically, your eyes flickering over to him for a second and you could see his cheeks were bright red and he was biting back a smile.

‘Fine, you wanna know how it really went?’ He asked, turning towards you in his seat as he wrapped his arms around the back of your chair and as much as you wanted to say no you didn’t.

‘Yes’ you whispered.

‘She didn’t stop talking, like non stop to the point she was talking whilst she ate and she accidentally spat pasta into my eye’

‘Oh Mase’ you giggled. Finally turning to look at him as you covered your mouth with your hand but he just rolled his eyes as he squeezed your shoulder.

Has he always been this gorgeous? you thought. His bright brown eyes full of warmth as he looked down at you and you could feel yourself blushing under his stare.

‘So yeah, that’s how it went’

‘Safe to say you won’t be seeing her again?’

‘Safe to say I won’t be seeing anyone again, at least not for a little while anyway. She’s traumatised me. The only other person I’ve seen that Messy with pasta is Gee’ he grumbled. Turning back in his seat as the lights were dimming and the show was almost about to start.

You felt a weight lift from your heart immediately knowing there was no other woman you had to worry about now but the reality finally settled in that you would have to let him know how you felt before another came along. He’d mentioned that he didn’t want to date but you didn’t know if he was being serious or not and figured you better tell him while you had the courage.

You noticed Gee as soon as she stepped out on stage in her Giant Christmas tree costume but you could tell straight away she couldn’t see you. Her eyes frantically searching the crowd as her bottom lip dropped in fear you might not be there but it was Mason who made himself known. Standing up and waving his arms whilst calling her name and she found him within an instant.

You thought Mason had wanted to be inconspicuous today from the way he was dressed and what he’d said earlier but that had clearly gone out the window as he’d just announced himself to the whole room so Gee wouldn’t get upset thinking you weren’t there for her.

It was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen, the look of relief washing over her face which quickly turned to excitement as she waved back at him before blowing multiple kisses to which he returned. A chorus of quiet awwws ringing out through the room as she continued to blow kisses to the whole crowd so after you’d given her a wave to let her know you were here too, you pulled Mason back down to sit next to you and he gave you a shy smile.

‘What happened to being on the down low?’ You laughed but he just pursed his lips with a smile and shrugged his shoulders.

‘Yeah that’s gone out the window a bit hasn’t it. I won’t have my baby girl being upset though, so it was worth it’ he told you but he must have caught onto the shocked expression on your face and knew he needed to explain a bit further. ‘I know she’s not mine, but she sort of is’

‘Sometimes I think she’s like your double’ you smiled at him. Thinking back to them sat watching tv together the other day but you didn’t have a chance to say anything else. The sound of rocking around the Christmas tree blaring through the speakers and suddenly everyone was silent.

You could barely see what Gee was doing through the tears that were welling in your eyes. It was a dance she’s been practising at home with you for weeks but to see her front and centre shaking her stuff as she sung her heart out made you feel like the proudest mum in the world and when Mason slid his hand into yours and squeezed it to offer you some comfort, you held on tightly.

It had been a long road to get here. Long nights of uncertainty of whether you were doing the right thing by becoming a single mum and moving hundreds of miles away from anyone you knew but it was moments like this that made you realise it was all worth it. She was the most important thing in your world, a reason for you to get up in the mornings and carry on and you knew as long as you had her you’d always have everything you’d always dreamed of.

Once all the theatrics were over about an hour later there was time for all the parents to chat but you mostly stuck with Ell as the pair of you didn’t really know any of the other mums, and you let Noah and Mason grab you all some drinks whilst you waited for all the kids to come out.

You knew all eyes were on Mason, and you knew he knew that too. Standing right by your side with his cap on low to hide his face but that was all out the window when Gee came back. Chucking her up in the air until she was giggling like a maniac and it wasn’t long before the first dad came over with their son to ask Mason for a cheeky autograph and a selfie.

‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’ You asked, watching a mini queue form but he just shrugged as he turned to you with a big smile.

‘Probably not, but I hate saying no’ he told you and thankfully it didn’t take too long to get through everyone. The four of you deciding to head out and back yours for some food and you watched with a soft expression as Mason walked the kids back to your car with one on each hand.

As Mason was parked a road or two away he let you know he’d meet you back home and dashed off but as you reached for Gee, Ell stopped you.

‘I’ll take, Gee. You need to talk to him’ she told you firmly and you knew she was right.

‘I will’ you nodded. Quickly putting Gee’s car seat in Ell’s car and telling her you’d come and get her later but she seemed excited about going to Tommy's house for a bit.

You were full of nerves the whole ride back, trying to think about what you wanted to say but the ride was short and sweet and all you felt was an overwhelming sense of nerves by the time you got back.

‘Hey, where’s Gee? And I thought they were all coming back here?’ Mason asked as you got out of the car. He was lent against his own but he followed you up to the front door whilst you frantically thought of an excuse as to why you were on your own.

‘Oh um… Gee was kicking up a fuss about ice cream and wanting to see Ell’s Hamster so she’s taken her for a couple of hours with Tommy. Thought maybe we could finally have a bit more of a catch up like we said?’ You offered and he sent you a nod as his cheeks reddened.

‘Okay, yeah. Let’s do it’ he smiled shyly. Letting you lead him into the house before ushering him into the living room whilst you got him a drink.

You used the time you were in the kitchen to calm yourself down a bit. This was Mason you thought to yourself and when you made it back to the living room he was looking at you with a huge smile as he waved his phone in the air.

‘You fancy a cheeky maccies? I didn’t have lunch I’m bloody starving’

‘Go on then’ you laughed. Taking his phone from him so you could add your order and before long you were chatting away as you shoved nuggets in your mouth. Thankfully the pair of you kept away from the whole dating topic and just spoke about upcoming plans and how he’d been playing recently after another short spell out but thankfully he was in good spirits about it all.

‘I fancy a coffee, you want one?’ You asked him after you finished off your last fry and he was nodding his head as he shoved the last in of his own so you quickly tidied up and made your way to the kitchen to make you both one. It suddenly hitting you that you hadn’t spoken about what you’d meant to as you were so caught up in just being together so you used the few minutes the kettle was boiling to think about how you were going to broach the subject.

‘What you watching?’ You asked as you walked back in with his coffee. Placing it down on the coffee table before taking a seat next to him and when he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his body you just went with it. Cuddling up with him on the sofa and he scrubbed the video back to the beginning.

It was a video of Gee from earlier, right at the front singing her song and doing her little dance and you felt your eyes sting again at how proud you were of the tiny human you’d created.

‘She’s so funny, I still can’t believe I cried through the whole thing’

‘That’s why I thought I better record it, thought you wouldn’t be able to see much through all the tears in your eyes’ he laughed but you just patted him on the chest playfully.

You both sat and laughed at how into it she was, cuddling into Mason like you couldn’t get close enough and when you looked up at him as the video finished his lips were merely an inch from yours.

The air shifted within a nanosecond. Time suddenly standing still as he froze in front of you and you did the only thing you wanted to and pushed up slightly. Placing your lips on his in a gentle kiss before pulling back to gage his reaction but he hadn’t moved. He didn't kiss you back but you didn’t exactly give him a chance to and he wasn’t backing off so you leaned in again in hopes this time he’d reciprocate. Thankfully after a beat or two he did and as you both sighed into each other's mouths you deepened the kiss even further.

It was like any sense of anything left your bodies as you kissed each other. Your free hand holding his jaw as he kissed you back softly and you thought you might have died and gone to heaven. Not believing yourself that this was the first kiss the pair of you had ever shared and your tummy was fluttering with how gentle he was being with you. Both lost in each other as you wondered what had taken this long to get here but soon you didn’t have time to think for too much longer. Feeling Mason pulling away and she shook himself out of whatever trance he was in and you felt all the blood in your body rush to your cheeks.

‘Shit, sorry y/n I-‘

‘No don’t be sorry, it wasn’t you. I kissed you first’

‘Yeah but I shouldn’t have kissed you back’

‘Why?’ You breathed, confused as to why he seemed so upset with himself but he was now looking back at you just as confused.

‘Cause you don’t want this’ he told you, speaking to you like he was talking to a crazy person. ‘You’ve told me this isn’t what you want so many times-‘

‘I was wrong, I do want this’ you cut him off, sitting up properly so you could finally speak to him properly about your feelings but this wasn’t how you expected it to be coming out or for him to be looking back at you.

Shocked? Maybe. But horrified? This wasn’t on your list.

‘What? I don’t… what do you mean?’

‘I was just confused, I’ve wanted you and us for the longest time I swear. I heard you talking to Gee when she was a baby and telling her how you still loved me and-‘

‘What? That was years ago’

‘I know, and I’ve been thinking about it for years’

‘You knew and you didn’t say anything? He asked, his voice easing slightly but you knew it was just because he was upset with you.

‘Mase please just listen’ you pleaded. The hurt across his face was unbearable and you wanted to reassure him in some way but you were so flustered you couldn't get anything out properly. ‘You’re my best friend, yeah? Always have been but hearing you still loved me, like after all this time still, it just made me wonder what life would be like if things were different and somewhere along the way I got confused like you’re so good with Gee especially after Jack left you really held us all together and you’re always there for her-‘

‘So because I’m good with Gee you think that’s enough?’

‘No, not at all Mason that’s just an extra-‘

‘So what then? Are you confused?’ He cut you off and you’re starting to get frustrated at how he kept batting you away.

‘No Mase’ you huffed, wishing he would just listen but you understood why he wasn’t.

‘Well what is it?’ He demanded. His voice desperate as he moved himself away from you and you felt your heart plummet as he moved to stand on the other side of the room.

‘Will you let me just talk? You know how much I hate being interrupted’

‘Let me guess, Jack always did the same?’ He scoffed and you were confused as to why he’d bought him up even if he was right.

‘Well yeah he did, and I don’t need you doing the same’

‘Why do you always fucking do that?’ He exploded and you were taken aback by the way he was being. He’d never once spoken to you like this before and whilst you knew you had nothing to be afraid of in anyway it still shocked you.

‘Do what?’

‘Comepare me to him all the fucking time?’

‘I don’t-‘ you defended but it was no use. Mason was furious and ready to give you it with both barrels.

‘You do!’ He insisted even louder. ‘Apart from what we’ve got between our legs I’m nothing like him and you know it’

‘Mase-‘

‘When he left, who picked up the pieces and expected nothing in return, huh? It was me, yeah? It was me and I’ve looked after you and Gee like she was my own ever since just for you to tell me I’m the same as the scumbag that never deserved you? Who left at the first sign of a struggle. It was me that stepped up, me that took care of everything, of you, and you take every chance you get to tear me down’

‘Mase please’ you sobbed. Wanting him to calm down a bit so you could talk rationally but every word that came out of your mouth seemed to just wind him up more.

‘And now you wanna tell me you wanna be with me? You’ve known how I’ve felt about you this whole fucking time and you’d stayed silent. Why now huh? Why have you strung me along for so long? so I can babysit?’

‘That’s not it-‘

‘What is it then? I’m good with Gee and you think that’s all it takes for us to work? You didn’t say one thing about me, it was all about what I can give to you’ he carried on. Getting more wound up with each word that came out of his mouth and you had no idea how to stop him now.

‘Mason please, I got confused’ you whimpered and even though he’d stopped shouting you could see he wasn’t done yet. Expelling all the air from his lungs in a shaky breath before sliding his hands over his face and you wondered what he was about to hit you with next but to your surprise his voice was much quieter yet more emotional.

‘I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember y/n’ he croaked and you felt your heart shatter as his bottom lip wobbled. ‘Everytime i see you I can feel it and it’s torn me apart that you’ve never felt the same’

‘Thats what im trying to tell you though, i have, I do feel the same Mason, I just couldn’t tell you’

‘Why not ?’ He demanded, but you didn’t have an answer for him. Not a reasonable sounding enough one anyway but Mason was coming to his own conclusions as he looked at you. ‘Is this because I went on a date the other night?’

‘No-‘

‘It is, isn't it? You thought you had me wrapped around your finger but now you know i'm not you’re saying you like me so I don’t leave you’

‘Will you just stop-‘

You were cut off by your phone ringing in the side, looking down to see it was Ell and you knew you had to answer so you quickly cleared your throat before picking up in hopes you’d sound as normal as possible.

‘Hey Ell, everything okay?’

‘Yeah fine, I think little miss is getting tired though, I think it’s best you come get her’

‘Of course. I won’t be long, okay?’ You told her but before you’d even hung up Mason was already making his way to the door.

‘I’ll go, I need some air’ he told you, leaving before you could say anything else and once you were finally alone you let yourself fall to the sofa and let your emotions out properly.

Even in your worst case scenario in your head you never envisioned this happening. You figured he’d be somewhat confused and a but unsure at first but the pure rage coming from him was so out of character and you weren’t sure what the future held for the two of you now.

You knew Mason could tell you’d been crying when he got back. Placing Gee on the floor so she could run to you and you scooped her up and held her close whilst Mason shuffled uncomfortably at the door.

‘Listen, I’m gonna head off yeah. Let you put Gee to bed’ he nodded quietly and you felt your heart sink.

‘Oh’ you breathed, wondering why he didn’t want to stay and talk things through, especially after how upset you clearly were but you just nodded and placed Gee back on the floor. ‘Go say goodbye to Uncle Masey and we’ll get ready for a bath, yeah?’

Your heart broke as he placed little kisses all over her face, her giggles filling the hall as he told her he’d see her soon before nudging her back to you.

‘I’ll um, I’ll see you soon then’

‘Okay’ you whispered, unable to look at him so you picked Gee up and made your way up the stairs without another look at him. Your tummy dropping when you heard the door shut a few moments after and you knew he’d gone.

Gee was quiet as you got her bathed and ready for an early night. Not sure if it was because she was tired from the days events or she could tell you were upset but you were thankful that she wanted to go to sleep now even if she was being a little clingy. You stayed with her though until she was fully out but all you were thinking about was Mason and how you’d both move on from here.

That would have to wait for now though. All you could think about was the chocolate cake in your fridge that you’d saved for a moment alone so when you were certain Gee was definitely fast asleep, you gently kissed her head and made your way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

‘Fuck!’ You squealed. Hands clutching at your chest as your heart threatened to burst free. The sight in the corner of your eye making you do a double take before you were jumping out of your skin. ‘What the fuck, Mason’

‘Sorry’ he whispered. Standing by the fridge with his arms crossed over his body and you noticed he hadn’t looked directly at you once.

‘How did you get back in? I never heard you’ you asked, gulping to try and readjust your breathing as inconspicuously as you could but it didn’t really matter as his eyes were still trained on the floor.

‘I never left in the first place’ he told you and you realised that when you heard the door shut earlier he never actually left but had simply shut the door and waited downstairs for you.

He’d stayed for a reason, but you weren't quite sure if he knew what that was. Clearly he wanted to talk but right now he had his arms still crossed over his body and his head down as he looked at his shoes but you could tell he was chewing on his bottom lip which meant he was trying to keep his emotions in.

All you wanted to do was comfort him. Not sure if he wanted you close to him but you pushed that to the side and slowly made your way over to stand right in front of him.

He didn’t move a muscle, just kept his eyes down as you waited for him to look at you, but you knew he wouldn’t without a little encouragement so in the end you held him at his jaw and tilted his head up so he’d finally look at you. The tears welling in his eyes made your heart ache and all you wanted was to reassure him and let him know you were serious.

‘I’m so sorry, Mase’ you whispered, your tummy dropping as he shut his eyes and his tears spilled over. Wiping them away as quickly as you could before uncrossing his arms and placing them around your waist in hopes he’d hug you and once your arms were around his neck he pulled you in as close as he could.

‘I’m sorry for shouting at you’ he whispered. His voice full of tears as he spoke into your neck, but you just shook your head to let him know it was okay.

‘It’s okay, i probably deserved it’

‘No you didn’t, I just… I’m so confused’ he told you, peeling himself away so he could look at you properly and you hated the way he looked so vulnerable.

‘Shall we talk then? Talk properly and figure it all out?’

‘Okay’ he nodded and you took his hand to lead him back into the living room so you could talk. The smell of your untouched coffees from earlier still hanging thick in the air as you tried to clear your mind of all the angry words he’d thrown your way not too long ago but you could tell he was in a completely different mind set now. The anger subsided and vulnerability in its place and you just prayed you could finally get your thoughts together and tell him how you felt properly.

‘I’m a bit nervous’ he chuckled. Making sure you were comfy on the sofa as he tucked you into his side and you smiled up at him as you were feeling the exact same.

‘Me too. I don’t really know where to start’ you laughed and even though he’d clearly calmed down and wanted to talk you still didn’t want to set him off again.

‘You said you heard me talking to Gee once? What did you hear?’ He asked quietly but he could see you were nervous to talk so he took your hand and squeezed it gently. ‘It’s okay, you can tell me. I’m not gonna have a strop again I promise’ he chuckled and you felt your shoulder relax.

‘It was when she called you dada for the first time and you told her you weren’t but you wished you were’ you whispered, watching him recall that moment in his head but thankfully he was still smiling softly. ‘That you loved us and that it hurt knowing I was your person but I didn’t see it’

‘I see’

‘That’s not when I realised my feelings had changed though’ you confirmed and you noticed his brows furrow in confusion.

‘When was it?’

‘When you stayed with us that week before you moved into your house and you told me I had to share you with Gee‘ you laughed. ‘It just slapped me in the face that I don’t want to share you with anyone. And then her second birthday party you were just perfect and it made me feel all this new things for you that I never had’

‘That was over a year ago, love. Why the change of heart? Why tell me now?’ He asked quietly and you could tell he was in a completely different headspace to earlier.

‘Cause you were right’ you wept, using your free hand to dry your eyes so you could carry on talking sensibly but you were finding it hard to hold it together. ‘I didn’t like the thought of you going on a date the other night and I almost called you the morning after thinking you were still with her in hopes I could ruin it but Ell stopped me. I know how it sounds, I know. But it’s not me messing you around or keeping you wrapped around my finger. I’ve just had enough of keeping things to myself when I know we could be happy together’

‘I just don’t get why you haven’t said something before. I thought we told each other everything’ he told you sadly and you knew you had to just be open with him.

‘I was scared’

‘Of what, love?’

‘That you’d react like you did’ you laughed and even though he was smiling back you could tell he was still feeling guilty about it all. ‘Plus when you were talking to Gee that one time you told her you’d try to move on and I didn’t want to make an idiot out of myself just in case you had’

‘All you had to do was tell me and I would have been yours from that very second’ he told you matter of factly but you didn’t like the way he was using the past tense.

‘Does that mean you won’t be now?’ You pouted. Eyes full of tears that you’d waited so long to come clean but he just smiled at you softly and pushed the hair out of your eyes so he could see you better.

‘Why do you think I'm here, love?’ He asked quietly but you just shrugged as you looked down to your lap. Tears spilling down your cheeks but he was quick to hook his finger under your chin and make you look at him again. ‘I think about you, and what we could have, every fucking day’ he whispered. ‘I’ve loved you since we were kids, that’s not something I can just throw away and move on from’

‘I know it’s taken me a while to realise it but I love you too, Mase. I really do’ You gulped. ‘I’ve never felt like this about anyone before and I’ve never felt how you make me feel before’

‘What do you mean?’ He asked. Trying to contain his smile at the fact you’d just told him you loved him but he needed more from you clearly.

‘When Jack left me… well I’d never felt so ugly in my whole life. I hated everything about myself you know, like no matter what I did I was never enough’ you told him. ‘But you’ve always made me feel beautiful’

‘That’s cause you were. You are beautiful, y/n. So so fucking beautiful’ he whispered as he pulled you further into his lap and you were so close now your noses were touching as you spoke.

‘I think there’s this part of me that’s felt like I’ve never deserved you. You’re you, you know? And I’m a mess. A single mum who’s just about getting by like what do I have to offer you?’

‘Don’t ever say that again’ he whispered. Cutting you off as he cupped your jaw and stroked your cheeky softly. ‘You deserve whoever you want and whoever makes you happy. And I know I will do everything I can every single day to make you happy’

‘I know you will, you already do. This last year has driven me insane’ you laughed. ‘I don’t know how you’ve done it for so many years’

‘Well they say If you love someone you set them free. And if it’s meant to be you’ll find your way back to each other. We always find our way back no matter what happens right? That's got to count for something’ he told you and before you knew it the ghost of your favourite cheeky smile was adorning his lips. ‘You try and put 240 miles between us and i will hunt you down’

‘Well when you say that…’ you laughed, trying to pull away from him as a joke but he was having none of it. Pulling you in even closer so he could kiss your cheek and the feel of his lips on your hot skin made you shiver.

‘I really am sorry for earlier, I didn’t mean to go off like I did. I think I was just in panic mode and it’s been hard on me too. Like coming here and getting to play house with you sometimes but knowing I’d never get that happy ending was a lot but I still did it cause I’d take what I can get with you’ he confessed quietly. ‘That still doesn’t make it right though’

‘It’s okay, a lot of what you said earlier made sense but I need you to know I didn’t fall for you just because you’re good with Gee I promise’ you told him. ‘Even though you’ve stepped up and basically been her father figure without me asking you too. You know I’ll always be thankful for that’

‘Well I love the pair of you more than anything. And I get why me having a good relationship with Gee is so important to you’

‘It’s hard, being a mum and wanting to do right by your kids whilst also trying to have a bit of happiness for yourself’ you sniffed, not having spoken to him about this topic before but since you both seemed to be getting stuff off your chests you figured you’d go for it. Letting him wrap you up close to his chest so you could take in a breath of his relaxing scent before you continued. ‘Gee’s always been a big factor as to why I’ve held back with relationships cause as much as I want someone for myself, she’s my whole life, you know? She’s part of me and I’d never forgive myself for bringing someone into our bubble that could hurt us. So yeah, your relationship with Gee is huge for me cause I don't have to worry about that. You said it yourself earlier she’s basically yours and I don’t think I’ll every trust another man with her like I trust you with her’

‘And I promise you, you’ll never have to even think about trusting someone else okay? You guys are my family. Always have been always will be’ he told you softly and you had to pull back again to look at him as you missed his face already.

‘I’m sorry too though, for keeping it from you, and for comparing you to Jack a lot. I didn’t realise I was even doing it but now I do and I need you to know you’re nothing like him’ you told him tearily and you could see it all over his face how much that meant to him.

‘Thank you’ he whispered, tears still flowing down your cheeks that he gently wiped away and you could see from the frown on his face he didn’t like that you were so upset still. ‘Hey come on, please stop crying baby’ he whispered, the pet name making you smile wider than you had all evening as your tummy swarmed with butterflies. ‘I can’t kiss you again if you keep crying, and I really wanna kiss you right now’

‘You can still kiss me’ you chuckled. Letting him help wipe your cheeks so you didn’t look so upset and when he cupped your jaw you felt your heart flutter at what was about to happen.

If he was as nervous as you then he didn’t show it too much as he tipped your face up towards his. A small smile on his lips as his eyes flashed downward but you could see his pupils had dilated whilst his breathing had deepened but you couldn’t look for too much longer. Shutting your eyes just before his lips touched yours and you felt every nerve ending in your body sing. Your mind foggy as he carefully brushed his lips against yours but you felt whole for the first time in a long time.

‘I’ve waited ten years for that kiss’ he whispered. Lips ghosting yours as he peppered kisses to the corner of your mouth and back and you couldn’t stop giggling before he captured your lips once more.

‘Sorry it took so long’

‘Don’t be. I’d wait another ten, you know that right?’

‘I can’t believe I’ve been so blind this whole time’ you sniffed. Resting your hands on his chest as another wave of guilt hit you. ‘I’ve been so in my head about Jack and then trying to look after Gee and then the move. It’s like all I’ve been doing is trying to keep my head above the water but now I feel like I can take a breath and my visions cleared and you’ve been standing right under my nose this whole time’ you breathed, feeling him pull you closer into his body. ‘I’ve never told you enough how much I love you, like even just as friends. I know I was never great to you over the years and I’m just so sorry for how I’ve acted and how I’ve made you feel all this time. Kinda makes me wonder why you even still like me’ you giggled but just smiled as he rubbed his nose against yours.

‘Cause I don’t just like you, I’m in love with you. Good days, bad days and everything in between. Yes it’s been rough but even if I knew it would hurt as much as it has sometimes I would have still loved you like I do now’ he whispered. Tears springing to your eyes again but you were determined to keep them inside. ‘But I understand, my minds kinda blown and I don’t really get any of this either like when I woke up this morning this wasn’t on my bingo card’

‘Well I’ve been thinking about you for a while and Ell told me I had to be honest with you’

‘Yeah? What have you been thinking?’ He asked, clearly wanting to tease you even more and the prospect of saying divulging even more made you blush furiously as you tried to stutter out a response but he was quick to kiss your cheek and squeeze your sides. ‘You can just say you fancy me, it’s okay’

‘You’re unbelievable’ you laughed. Not being sure if you wanted to pull away or nuzzle in closer but you went for the latter in the end. Wrapping your arms around his neck to you could hold each other and you could feel yourself melting in his arms.

‘And you’re tired’ he whispered into your neck, making you laugh at the way he could read you so well. This whole evening had been exhausting but there was still so much you wanted to ask him. ‘Do you wanna head to bed?’

‘Only if you’re coming with me’

‘Of course’ he whispered, squeezing you tightly for a moment before pulling away and helping you to stand. ‘We can talk some more up there I just wanna be comfy’

You both got ready for bed fairly quickly and Mason was under the covers before you meaning he could warm it all up just as you liked. You’d shared a bed with Mason a few times over the years but this felt different, every other time he’d been basically fully clothed but this time he was just in his boxers and your mouth was watering at the view of his chest. He could tell you were a little bit nervous so he pulled the covers back and tucked you into his side just like normal. Your cheeks flaming as he held your jaw and kissed you again gently but your mind was still reeling with questions.

‘Can I ask you something, cause I feel like you never told me’ you asked as you pulled away from each other.

‘Yeah? Course you can’ he laughed tickling your side gently as you got settled on his chest, his skin warm against your own and after you’d nuzzled yourself into him a bit you were looking up at him with a smile.

‘Why did you pick United?’ You asked and you saw his cheeks redden a touch like he knew why you were asking.

‘Why wouldn’t I?’

‘I’m just curious. There’s so many other clubs that were in for you’ you shrugged before settling your head back down but you noticed his heart rate had picked up slightly.

‘Why do you think I chose here?’

‘I don’t know’ you shrugged. Hoping if you played dumb and not accuse him he’d come out and tell you.

‘I mean I picked here cause I thought it would be the best fit for me but I can’t lie and say the thought of being closer to you wasn’t at the forefront of my mind’ he confessed quietly. Confirming what you sort of had always suspected and rather than scare him off you kept your head down and traced patterns on his chest gently to see if he’d elaborate.

‘Yeah?’

‘When you first told me you were moving, I was so crushed. I thought that was it, you know? Any shot of us ever being more than friends was gone but not even just that. You were so far away it’s like I wouldn’t know if you’re safe or not and it tore me apart that I couldn't protect you anymore. Especially you being up here when Gee was so little. So yeah, you being here made have made it on the list of pros for signing here’

‘It’s your life, mase. I would have never expected to be on your list for something that big’

‘You forget, you are my life. You and pickle are everything to me like even after you told me you didn’t want this I’ve still never been able to let you go. And maybe that sounds a bit pathetic but I just always knew deep down we’d get there one day’

‘Well here we are’ you laughed.

‘Here we are’ he smiled. Kissing your forehead gently before looking down at you with a coy smile. ‘Anything else I need to confess to? Come on, out with it’ he laughed, knowing you and more to say and you figured since he was on a roll you may as well ask no matter how insane you seemed.

‘When you said you date… like how often are we talking?’ You laughed. ‘Cause I had no idea no idea, you’ve never mentioned anything before so it was a bit of a shock’

‘I mean it wasn’t often, every now and then. I’m not all that good at dating I’d don’t think, seemed to just compare everyone to you’ he laughed, rolling his eyes a little bit. ‘But after you moved up here I was with someone for a few months’ he confessed and even thought it was over quite clearly you still felt a weird sinking feeling in your tummy.

‘Oh? Was it serious?’ You asked carefully but he just shrugged.

‘Could have been. But then I had to move and she wasn’t up for long distance so we decided to leave it. I think she kinda knew my feelings towards you too so that probably didn’t help but since moving up I’ve only been on like two dates including last weeks’

‘Does that make me your third time lucky’ you smiled. Your fingers gently tracing his ribs as he smiled back down at you and you couldn’t help but reach up to peck his lips gently.

‘No way, you’ve always been my number one’

‘Is that why you didn’t tell me?’

‘Sort of, I guess I was just holding out hope that you’d come round one day and I didn’t want you thinking I’d moved on from you even if you didn’t care that I had at the time. I didn’t even really want to tell you about last weeks but you’d figured it out and I couldn’t lie. I hope that doesn’t make you feel any differently about me’

‘Not at all. You’re a human Mase, and I wouldn’t expect you to wait for me if I was giving you nothing back. You don’t have to worry about that anymore though cause I wanna give you everything’

‘Oh yeah’ he grinned. His eyebrows wiggling suggestively but you just rolled your eyes as you tapped his chest.

‘Yeah. Like I fell for you because of how I feel when I’m with you and I wanna reciprocate that, you know? I want you to feel all the love you make me feel every single day’

‘I feel it, always have done’ he whispered but all you knew was that you wanted to give home more.

‘Well then buckle up cause you’re about to be overwhelmed’ you laughed. Cupping his jaw and kissing him again but this time he didn’t let you go. Chasing your lips when you went to pull away but it was his hand that was on your lower back that was begging to explore your skin that made your heart race even faster. Gasping into his mouth as he gave your bum a cheeky squeeze and you both pulled away breathless before anyone took things any further.

‘I can’t believe I get to kiss you now. 15 year old me is losing his mind’ he chuckled, pecking your cheek as you both got your breath back. ‘If you wanna be my third time lucky you’re gonna have to let me take you out on a date then’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, of course. How about this, Lew is coming up next week so he can make a start on some Christmas stuff, why don’t I ask if he can have Gee for an evening and I’ll take you out. I’ve been planing this in my head for years so all you need to do is turn up’

‘Yeah?’ You laughed, loving the excited expression on his face but you were just as excited to get to experience whatever he was dreaming up for the pair of you.

‘As long as you don’t spit pasta in my eye’ he winked and you knew that was a promise you could most definitely keep.

🤍Four Years Later🤍

‘Gee! You ready to go baby?’ You called, standing by the door with her bag and everyone else’s belongings.

‘Coming!’ She shouted. Her footsteps bounding down the stairs suddenly and as you looked to your left, she was running up besides you with a big smile on her face.

‘I’m gonna put all your stuff in the car, okay pickle?.’

‘Where’s daddy?’ She questioned, not wanting to leave without him clearly but you just smiled and stroked the top of her head.

‘He’s coming baby, don’t worry’ you reassured her and she gave you a quick nod to let you know she understood.

‘Right that’s all locked up out back, just need to do the front. We ready?’ Mason smiled, rounding the corner from the kitchen before his eyes were on you. A cheeky and excited look on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist and even though you two were excited, you were full of nerves at what you were about to do. ‘You okay love?’

‘I’m nervous’ you giggled. ‘I can’t believe we’re finally going’

‘I always promised we would, didn’t I?’

‘You did’ you whispered smiling up at him before he dropped a soft kiss to your lips.

‘Which one are you taking?’ Mason asked. Looking over to Gee who had a protective hand on the handle of the car seat which made your heart thump in your chest.

‘You take Gee and lock up, I’ll get Leo in the car’ you smiled and with another quick kiss to your lips Mason had picked gee up and was stuffing her into a hoodie so she wasn’t cold.

‘Come on little man, let’s get you all strapped in, yeah?’ You cooed. Watching Leo giggle as you tickled his tummy.

Leo was around 10 months old now and he was the apple of Masons eye. You still remember the look on Masons face when you told him you were expecting and even though it was a bit of a shock, it was something the pair of you had spoken about often and you knew he was waiting to hopefully give Gee a sibling.

When you’d first booked this trip, the pair of you had no idea about Leo even existing. His arrival making you question if you should postpone the trip you’d always dreamed of but Gee was already excited and with Leo being such a calm little guy you figured you should just go for it and finally live your dream.

‘Hey mate, you all ready to go?’ Mason asked him sweetly. Coming up behind you as you’d finally got him sat in the car all strapped in and that was all it took for Leo to send him a bright gummy smile. He was such a happy baby but he always reserved his biggest smiles for his daddy.

‘Daddy! Come on!’ Gee suddenly called from the seat in the back next to Leo. Clearly getting frustrated you hadn’t left yet but Mason just playfully rolled his eyes as he smiled down at you.

‘She gets that from you, you know’ he winked. Dropping a heavy kiss on your lips before bending down to talk to Gee. ‘Oi you, I’ll throw you with the lions when we get there if you’re not careful’ he teased but Gee was giggling soon after as he began to hype her up about the trip and get her excited, behaving like he was your third child.

‘Come on, we best head off’ you laughed. Pulling his arm so he’d look at you and the smile on his face made your heart flutter. ‘You sure you got everything?’

‘Got all my people, that’s all I need’ he beamed. Cupping your jaw and kissing you deeply to the point you knees went weak.

‘I can’t believe we're actually doing this, it’s like my biggest dreams coming true. I know I’ve said it a million times but thank you. I love you so much, dimples’ you smiled and it was worth it to watch the blush creep over his cheeks like always when you called him that.

‘I love you, too’ he whispered. Squeezing your sides softly as he kissed you again. ‘But what have I told you about calling me dimples?’

‘Doesn’t matter what you say, your face says it all’ you whispered. Knowing how much he complained about the nickname you’d given him shortly after you’d finally gotten together, but you just didn’t believe him. Watching the way he’d turn into a blushy mess each time told you he secretly loved it and you loved making Mason feel good. ‘Come on then, before Gee loses the plot’

‘Your chariot awaits Mrs Mount’

‘Easy, I’m not Mrs Mount yet’ you laughed, tapping his chest and even though it was something you’d spoken about, Mason was yet to pop the question.

‘It’s only a matter of time’ he whispered. Kissing your head before he let you go and get in the car but it was only when you were out of sight that he checked his pocket for a very important piece of cargo. The small black box felt huge between his fingers but he couldn’t think of a more perfect time for him to ask the girl of his dreams to be his wife than on the trip of her dreams with their two babies in tow. Finally getting to be the family the both of you had always dreamed of.

y/n

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y/n wild and free… but not for long 😌 it’s always been a dream of mine to come here but i never imagined just how special it could be. The easiest yes I’ve ever had to say 🤍

masonmount the easiest question I’ve ever had to ask 😏 I love our little family so much ❤️

y/n I love you more, dimples 🥰

masonmount 🙄

ell_197 it’s about damn time guys!!! So so excited for you, congratulations 🥳 🩷 I knew this trip would be special for you girly but who knew just how much 🥺

masonmount yeah I’ve left it a little late huh 😂

y/n he’s lucky he’s cute 🤭 can’t wait to start planning with you Ell! 🩷

lukeshaw23 he finally did it huh 😂 he’s been talking to me about it for months. Thank you for saying yes so he doesn’t have to come and live with me!

y/n why do I feel like you’re saying this because you actually want thank you happen 😂

Mummy_y/n oh I’m over the moon. I remember watching you two growing up and knowing you’d be in each other lives for a very long time. So glad you’ve found your soulmate baby girl 🩷

y/n Mumma 🥺 he’s been here this whole time I’m just glad I finally saw 😭

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clockwork-carstairs · 1 day ago

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“You made yourself a different person than the one I loved” – on Kit’s letter, his projections & idea of Ty

aka where i try to make sense of kit’s letter in the context of who ty was to him. basically i think that understanding that kit may not have had an accurate image of ty in his head helps to contextualise why kit believes the things he does, regardless of whether they’re fair to ty or not. it makes more sense reading lines like:

“in all the world, kit had never met anyone he believed to be so incapable of evil”

“all his energy had gone into ty, all his devotion and hopes for the future”

because you can see so clearly how much kit was projecting onto ty. ty, more than a friend—or whatever you might call it—was also the personification of this new world and all it meant for kit. kit saw him as this overwhelming force of good, beautiful as an angel, someone who not only wouldn’t do evil but was “incapable” of it.

so you can kind of see why everything was lost for kit once ty went through with the necromancy: because by doing so he was breaking the image kit had of him. of ty as a saviour of sorts from kit’s previous life, the person who convinced him to stay, who made kit feel like he was really a part of something, something magical and exclusive that not everyone got to be.

further evidenced by other lines:

“he had been too fixated on losing ty to tell him what he needed to hear” -> kit knows he should have told ty much sooner how he really felt about the situation. kit knows he deflected and in various ways lied to ty about trying to bring livvy back. but kit had wanted to stay by ty’s side, stay included in ty’s plans, more than his desire to tell ty the truth that he hated the idea.

“you made yourself a different person than the one i loved” -> ty as a person being shaped by kit’s projections of all his hopes and dreams, the face of this new world kit was drawn into, the first person he really got close to after he was pulled from one world to another, the person who convinced him to stay.

was the “person [kit] loved” an accurate reflection of who ty really was, flaws and all? unlikely. and the image of ty in kit’s head didn’t allow room for the real ty’s complicated, overwhelming grief, either, and the ways he would try to cope with it: and i believe this is part of why kit was so shocked by what happened and why he’s still so angry at ty. because ty proved to him that he wasn’t what kit believed him to be, and so all of kit’s hopes for his new life came crumbling down.

do i think it’s fair to ty? no, i don’t. but i think both can be true: that kit is upset and had gone through a traumatic situation, and has valid feelings about it while also understanding that he had a very skewed perception of ty that wasn’t fair to him.

mostly i think we need more room for understanding ty’s feelings*. how it must have felt to lose his twin sister in a horrifying way, devised a plan that (to him) seemed completely reasonable** only to have his best friend switch up on him last minute, tell ty he loved him mid-ritual, later say he wished he’d never met ty and basically tell ty that he was selfish and then on top of that leave without saying goodbye.

i also stand by my belief that “how long do you think it will take you to forgive me” is something both ty and kit could/should be asking each other, not just one way around. i honestly don’t understand why both kit and ty would think only kit needs to forgive ty and not both ways. mostly i just don’t think the narrative that ty’s the only one who needs forgiving is very fair, or makes much sense with their characterisation + the context + what actually happened.

in sum, when kit says “you made yourself a different person than the one i loved”, the person he’s referring to is an idealised version of ty whom he had projected all his hopes and dreams for the future onto, and by going through with the necromancy ty completely shattered kit’s understanding of him. this is consistent with other lines in his letter: “you wanted that more than you wanted me”, “when you brought livvy back, you changed yourself” (did ty really change? or did he just prove to be different from kit’s idea of him? genuine question), and perhaps most strongly evidenced by this line: “i don’t know the person you are now. you took yourself away from me. i can’t forgive that.” i don’t understand why he can’t forgive ty for not being the person kit thought he was, nor how on earth ty was supposed to know this, but i digress.

* i hope this is addressed in TWP because between TDA and now, we’ve had FAR more insight into kit’s thought processes than ty’s and as such we’re only really seeing one side of the situation.

** i also think part of the glaring misunderstanding between kit and ty can be understood from their respective backgrounds. obviously for kit, growing up away from the shadowhunter world, something like necromancy is completely out of the question. the way it would be for you or me. but ty grew up in a world where bringing people back to life was something that could and had actually happened. so it’s a far crazier, more impossible idea to kit than it would’ve been to ty.

#kit x ty #kitty #ty blackthorn #kit herondale #tbh – i could write a LOT more on this as it’s something i’ve been wrestling over in my mind since the letter came out #but i’ll stop there for now!#the more i go back and reread bits from tda coupled with kit’s letter and newer content #the more i think he wasn’t really seeing ty as Ty the Real Person with flaws etc. and more of #this dream and a personification of everything good about the shadowhunter world + majorly putting ty on a pedestal #so no wonder kit was so violently shocked by this not being true. but equally idk how it makes sense to be so angry at ty for that? but #maybe that's just me lol #the dark artifices #tda #twp #cassandra clare

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joelsgoldrush · 1 day ago

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wip wednesday: "lovers once a year" (dbf!joel miller)

hello to you, tiny people on my phone. reaching the end of this semester has thrown me onto a motherfucking rollercoaster. if i even think about the amount of finals i have to sit for, i'm afraid i'll tear up. so here i am, drifting away from real-life responsibilities </3 still working on this dbf!joel fic cause i haven't had much time to write lately, but i'm trying not to be too hard on myself. i really like how it's coming along. i'm close to finishing, though i'm not going to promise a specific posting date because i never seem to manage it LMAO

anyway, thank you to @elflutter @joelsdagger and @ovaryacted for tagging me!!!

No one could’ve ever said Joel was a great best friend. For one, he was terrible at remembering important dates. His mind just didn’t catch hold of details like that—never had, really. He wasn’t the affectionate type, either. At best, he’d manage a pat on the back or a firm handshake, maybe even a call on Christmas if he remembered. Emotional displays weren’t in his nature, far too used to keeping things at arm’s length. Luckily for him, Stephen never seemed to care much about these things. They’d been friends for over forty years—which is, well, a hell of a long time, especially considering each had gone off to carve out his own life. They’d trudged through both primary and secondary school side by side, and Joel felt Stephen’s absence like a hollow ache the day his friend left for university in another state. Technology eventually offered them more ways to connect, but it didn’t make keeping up any simpler. The years had tested them, and somehow, they’d held on to the quiet strength of their friendship—a bond they’d forged across decades and distance, held steady like the roots of an old tree. Stephen was the laid-back type, always down for anything as long as a cold beer was part of the deal. It was rare for him to lose his temper, having a way of letting nuisances slide. Joel could bend every rule, yet Stephen’s patience never wavered. He was unflappable, hardly bothered by Joel’s mood swings, which was what made them a match made in heaven. Nothing seemed to throw him off. Though Joel doubts Stephen would stay so calm if he knew what he’d done to his daughter. As mentioned, Joel’s not exactly what you’d call a good friend—particularly considering he’s slept with his best friend’s daughter. Just once, to be fair. One ephemeral, impulsive encounter. Right here, in this very house, exactly three hundred and sixty-five days ago.

AND

Apart from the glint in your eyes, he catches the persistent, quiet ache of want. He isn’t sure if it’s just physical attraction, if it runs deeper, or if that’s all it is for him, either. He doesn’t need to know. The simplicity of it all is a short-lived relief. It’s an easy escape, though, this bare minimum of understanding—you want him, he wants you. Let it be enough for one more moment, for tonight, just another memory he’ll have to lock away. Yet he’s aware, deep down, of his own pattern: promises broken just as easily as they’re made. He’s only fooling himself. The part of him that knows this isn’t something he’ll let go of so easily sits there, silently taunting him, daring him to make another promise he won’t keep.

tagging: @lubdubology @zloshy @princessanglophile @cavillscurls @guiltyasdave @tightjeansjavi @mrsmando - so sorry if you've already been tagged :( - and anybody else who feels like doing it!

#wip #fic: lovers once a year #joel miller #joel miller fic #dbf joel miller #dbf!joel

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badger-tales · 2 days ago

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Partners in Crime// G.W x reader

a/n: my requests are open guys who and what i write is pinned on my account

request: George x reader and their strictly best friends, except everyone thinks their dating and they just go around messing with people to keep the joke going

(I just need platonic Twins fics 😭😭😭)

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The Gryffindor common room was alive with its usual post-dinner energy, the air filled with laughter, the crackle of the fireplace, and the clatter of chess pieces as students played games. The warm glow from the fire cast dancing shadows across the walls, making the room feel cozy and inviting.

You were perched on the arm of a well-worn sofa, a thick book propped open in your lap. The chatter of your friends filled the air around you, but you were focused on the passage you were reading for Defense Against the Dark Arts, trying to ignore the distractions. It was a futile effort, of course, given where you were.

George Weasley’s voice cut through the noise, a familiar, teasing tone that made your heart skip a beat even as it annoyed you. He strolled over casually, his usual mischievous grin in place, and without missing a beat, he draped an arm around your shoulders, leaning in close to peer over at your book.

"What’s this, then? Some kind of romantic novel?" he teased, his breath warm against your ear. The proximity made your pulse quicken, but you kept your expression neutral.

You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly with your free hand, though there was a smile tugging at your lips.

"It’s for Defense Against the Dark Arts, you git," you shot back, trying to keep your tone serious, though the corner of your mouth betrayed you by curling upward.

George chuckled, unfazed, his arm still resting comfortably around you as if it belonged there.

"Well, it’s a shame," he said with a mock sigh, "because I was hoping for some juicy plot twists."

The two of you exchanged playful banter, a dance you both knew well. George always had a way of disarming you, his easy charm and effortless humor breaking through your concentration no matter how hard you tried to focus. But what you didn’t notice was the way a group of first-year students huddled nearby, whispering behind cupped hands as they shot glances in your direction.

"I swear they’re dating, right?" one of the younger students murmured, her wide eyes darting between you and George. "They’re always like that."

"Definitely," her friend agreed, nodding vigorously. "I mean, look how comfortable they are together."

You didn’t hear their words, but you could feel the curious eyes on you. George seemed completely unfazed, still leaning against you as he pretended to be deeply interested in the contents of your textbook. He was so close you could smell the faint scent of broomstick polish and the lingering aroma of dinner on him.

"You know, if you’re going to keep pestering me, you could at least try to be useful," you quipped, closing the book with a decisive thud and turning to meet his gaze.

George’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he shrugged, finally releasing his hold on your shoulders but not before giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Useful? I thought I was here for moral support," he said with a mock-serious tone, pressing a hand to his chest as if deeply offended.

"Moral support, my arse," you muttered, though you couldn’t help but laugh. It was always like this with George—easy, comfortable, full of light-hearted teasing that made everything else fade away, if only for a moment.

But as you shared this lighthearted moment, the whispers around the common room grew louder. The younger students weren’t the only ones who had noticed the way George leaned into you, or the way your eyes lit up whenever he was around. A few Gryffindors near the fireplace exchanged knowing glances, nudging each other with grins that said, I told you so.

Unaware of the spreading gossip, you gathered your things, preparing to leave.

"Alright, Weasley, if you’re not going to help, at least don’t distract me," you said, standing up and slinging your bag over your shoulder.

George gave you a mock salute, still grinning.

"Aye, aye, captain. But you know where to find me if you need more... moral support." He winked, causing a fresh wave of giggles from the onlookers.

As you turned to head toward the girls’ dormitory, you couldn’t shake the feeling that half the room was watching your every move. You shot a quick, confused glance around the room, but everyone seemed to quickly turn back to their conversations.

With a final wave over your shoulder, you made your way up the stairs, George’s playful words still ringing in your ears. What you didn’t realize was that, in your wake, the rumors were already beginning to spread, the whispers of a budding romance between you and George Weasley taking on a life of their own.

Because to everyone else, the way he looked at you, the way he lingered just a bit too long, was all the proof they needed.

The Gryffindor common room continued to buzz with activity, the sound of chatter and laughter blending into a comforting hum. You were halfway up the stairs when you heard a familiar voice call out to you, stopping you in your tracks.

"Hey, wait up!" George’s voice rang out, filled with that unmistakable tone of mischief. You turned, eyebrow raised, as he strolled toward you, that all-too-familiar grin already spreading across his face.

He tilted his head slightly, leaning in closer, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Did you hear that?" he whispered, though not quite softly enough to be discreet. His eyes flicked toward the group of first-years who were still gathered nearby, their heads bent close as they whispered furiously.

You smirked, already knowing exactly where this was headed. George’s mischievous grin was enough to clue you in on what he had overheard, and you couldn’t help but play along. You tilted your head, giving him a knowing look.

"Shall we give them something to talk about?" you asked, your voice dripping with mock seriousness.

George’s grin widened, his eyes lighting up with delight. He turned slightly, his posture shifting as he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear. His voice was just loud enough for the nearby students to hear, carrying easily across the room.

"So," he began, his tone smooth, "when are we announcing our relationship to everyone, love?"

The word "love" made your heart skip a beat, but you quickly masked it with an exaggerated, dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes for good measure.

"Oh, George," you replied, loud enough for the eavesdroppers, "you know I can’t commit until you finally get me that pet Niffler you promised."

George chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he straightened up, clearly enjoying the performance. The group of first-year students let out a collective gasp, their eyes going wide as they turned to each other, whispering even more furiously. It was as if they’d just stumbled upon the juiciest piece of gossip in the entire castle.

You exchanged a quick glance with George, and that was all it took for the two of you to burst into laughter. As George lifted his hand, you gave him a secret high-five, the two of you trying to keep your faces straight even as you fought back laughter.

The younger students were practically vibrating with excitement, their eyes wide as they shot glances your way. They clearly couldn’t believe they’d just witnessed what they thought was the confirmation of Gryffindor’s newest romance.

George nudged you playfully with his elbow, his eyes still glinting with mischief.

"Think they bought it?" he asked, his voice low, meant just for you.

You shrugged, smirking.

"Oh, definitely," you said, stealing a glance at the group. They were still staring, practically on the edge of their seats. "But you do realize you’re going to have to keep this up now, right? They’re going to expect some very public displays of affection."

George sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

"Ah, the things I do for love," he said, a mock expression of suffering on his face.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up inside you.

"You’re impossible, Weasley."

"And yet, you still put up with me," he shot back, his grin widening.

You shook your head, the two of you turning back toward the common room. As you walked back together, you exchanged glances, trying to hold back your laughter while the whispers continued behind you, growing louder with each passing second.

If they’re going to make assumptions, we might as well have some fun with it.

It wasn’t like this was anything new—people had been making comments about you and George for years. The only difference now was that you both decided to lean into it. Besides, the looks on the younger students’ faces had been priceless. And the best part? You knew George well enough to know that this was just the beginning.

As you settled back into the common room, George flopped down beside you, his arm draped casually across the back of the sofa, brushing against your shoulder. He winked at you, his expression still filled with that familiar mischief.

"So, about that Niffler," he said, his voice teasing. "Do I actually have to track one down, or will a chocolate frog do the trick?"

You let out a groan, swatting at his arm.

"Keep dreaming, Weasley."

But even as you rolled your eyes, you couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through your chest. There was something about George—the way he made everything feel lighter, like it was all just a big joke you could laugh your way through—that made all the rumors, all the whispers, feel a lot less daunting.

And as the fire crackled softly beside you, the two of you settled back into the couch, the rest of the common room slowly fading into the background. Whatever the rest of the castle thought, whatever assumptions they made—you didn’t really mind. Because in this moment, surrounded by warmth and laughter, there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

The dungeon classroom was dimly lit, the flickering light from the torches casting long, wavering shadows across the damp stone walls. The heavy scent of bubbling concoctions filled the air, mingling with the cool, musty smell of the underground chamber. Students were hunched over their cauldrons, trying their best to follow the complicated instructions on the blackboard while avoiding the ever-watchful gaze of Professor Snape.

You and George had been paired together for the double Potions lesson, a decision that, quite frankly, had likely been made to punish the both of you. Snape’s disapproving glare seemed to linger longer on your table, as if expecting something disastrous to happen any second.

"Darling," George said, his voice pitched loud enough for the students nearby to hear, "would you pass me the powdered asphodel?" He shot you a flirtatious grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You couldn’t help but play along, feeling the amused glances from your fellow Gryffindors and the irritated stares from the Slytherins. You let out an exaggerated sigh, clasping your hands to your chest as if overwhelmed by his request.

"Anything for you, dear," you replied, handing him the jar with a flourish, trying to suppress the giggle that bubbled up inside you.

As George began measuring the powdered asphodel into your cauldron, you heard a low, annoyed mutter from the next table.

"Can they get a room already?" Draco Malfoy grumbled to Blaise Zabini, his voice dripping with disdain.

George’s grin widened. He leaned closer to you, his voice loud enough for the entire dungeon to hear.

"Oh, did you hear that?" he said, winking at you. "Seems we’re making some people jealous."

A chorus of groans erupted from the Slytherin side of the room, their expressions ranging from disgusted to bored. You could see Pansy Parkinson roll her eyes dramatically, while Blaise just shook his head in exasperation.

But George was in his element now, thoroughly enjoying the reactions. You tried to focus on your potion, but George’s infectious energy was impossible to resist. Just as he leaned in to whisper another teasing comment, the air around you seemed to drop a few degrees.

"If you two are quite finished with your nauseating display," came the unmistakable, cold drawl of Professor Snape from directly behind you. You both froze, George’s grin faltering slightly as you turned to face your Potions master. Snape’s dark eyes were narrowed into thin slits, his expression one of pure annoyance.

"Perhaps you could focus on your potion before you turn the entire class into frogs," Snape continued, his tone dripping with disdain.

George, however, was not one to be intimidated so easily. With a mock-serious expression, he straightened up and gave Snape a cheeky salute.

"Anything for you, Professor," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "But I must warn you, my lady here has stolen my heart, and I fear I’m distracted."

You bit down hard on your lip to keep from laughing, your shoulders shaking slightly as you tried to maintain some semblance of composure. Snape’s expression, however, was as stony as ever.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," he said coldly, not missing a beat, before turning sharply on his heel and sweeping away like an ominous shadow.

As soon as Snape was out of earshot, George turned to you with an exaggerated look of shock, clutching his chest.

"My, my, ten points," he said with mock horror. "Who knew our love was so costly?"

You couldn’t hold back your laughter this time, the sound escaping you in a bright burst that drew a few curious glances from your fellow Gryffindors.

"You’re impossible," you muttered, shaking your head as you stirred your potion, trying to salvage whatever focus you had left.

The rest of the class passed in a blur of suppressed giggles and exaggerated sighs. George made a point of calling you “darling” and “love” every chance he got, much to the annoyance of the Slytherins. But despite Snape’s glares and the occasional warning, you managed to finish your potion without blowing anything up—a success, given the circumstances.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson, you gathered your things and made your way toward the door with George beside you. The dungeon was slowly emptying, students hurrying to escape Snape’s oppressive presence.

"Ten points, really?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at George as you nudged him with your elbow. "Was it worth it?"

George turned to you with that familiar, mischievous grin that made your heart do a little flip.

"Absolutely," he replied, not missing a beat. "Besides, we’re just getting started. I have plenty more where that came from."

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as the two of you ascended the stairs, leaving the cold, dark dungeon behind.

"You’re going to get us both into trouble," you warned, though there was no real heat behind your words.

"Ah, but you love it," George teased, nudging you with his shoulder as you reached the top of the stairs. The light from the corridor above was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the gloomy dungeons below.

And you couldn’t deny it. The playful banter, the shared glances, the way George’s laughter made everything seem lighter—it was all worth it. If they were going to keep spreading rumors, you might as well enjoy yourselves in the process.

As you walked side by side, the castle alive with the sounds of students heading to their next class, you couldn’t help but feel a little thrill of excitement. Whatever was brewing between you and George—whether it was real or just an elaborate game—one thing was certain: this was only the beginning.

And if George had anything to say about it, he’d make sure it was a story that the entire school would be talking about for weeks to come.

Hogsmeade was bustling with life, the crisp chill of the late autumn air biting at your cheeks as students wandered between shops, their breath visible in the cold air. The village was alive with laughter, the scent of fresh pastries wafting from Honeydukes, and the sound of cheerful chatter filling the cobbled streets.

You and George had decided to take your little act outside the confines of the castle, fully committing to the role of Hogwarts' most outrageous couple. As you strolled down the main street, George’s arm was looped securely through yours, his warmth a pleasant contrast to the chilly breeze. Every now and then, he’d lean in close, murmuring playful comments that sent you into fits of laughter.

As you passed by The Three Broomsticks, you couldn’t help but notice a couple of Ravenclaw students nudging each other and pointing in your direction, their eyes wide with curiosity. George, ever the performer, turned to you with an exaggeratedly swooning expression.

"Oh, darling," he drawled dramatically, making sure his voice carried just enough to be overheard, "shall we grab a Butterbeer? My heart longs to share a drink with you."

You nodded enthusiastically, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you played along.

"Yes, my love," you replied in a breathy tone, "but only if you promise to share it with me. You know how I adore drinking from your cup."

The Ravenclaws’ jaws practically dropped, their whispers turning into full-blown speculation. You could hear snippets of their conversation as you and George continued on your way, barely containing your giggles.

The two of you ducked into The Three Broomsticks, the warmth of the pub enveloping you instantly. George guided you to a corner table, where you ordered a single Butterbeer. When it arrived, George made a show of taking a sip before passing it to you with a flourish.

"A sip for you, my beloved," he said, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

You took the mug, holding his gaze with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh, George, you’re too good to me," you said, taking a long, exaggerated sip as you locked eyes with him, both of you trying not to burst into laughter.

As you left the pub, cheeks warm from the Butterbeer and the laughter, you turned the corner and nearly collided with two familiar faces: Fred Weasley and Lee Jordan. They were lingering near the entrance to Zonko’s Joke Shop, their eyes widening in surprise as they took in the sight of you and George, still walking arm in arm.

"Well, well," Fred said, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "So, it’s official, then? Hogwarts’ newest couple?"

George’s grin widened, and without missing a beat, he threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close.

"Jealous, brother?" he teased, his tone dripping with mock arrogance. "She’s finally realized I’m the better-looking twin."

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, playing along with an exaggerated sigh as you patted George’s cheek.

"I settled for him, Fred. Sorry," you said with a wink, earning a burst of laughter from Fred.

Lee Jordan shook his head, a grin spreading across his face.

"You two are absolutely insufferable," he said, crossing his arms as he watched the two of you with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "But I have to admit, it’s entertaining."

George shrugged, unfazed.

"We aim to please," he said, giving you a quick wink that sent another round of giggles through you.

Fred, ever the curious one, leaned in a bit closer, his eyes narrowing playfully.

"So, how long is this charade going to last?" he asked, his voice low enough so that only the four of you could hear.

You and George exchanged a quick, conspiratorial glance before turning back to Fred and Lee.

"Who says it’s a charade?" you said with a sly smile, raising an eyebrow.

George nodded in agreement, squeezing your shoulders with a grin.

"Maybe it’s real," he said with a tone of mock seriousness that had you biting your lip to keep from laughing. "Maybe I’ve won her over with my undeniable charm."

Fred snorted, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Well, if that’s the case, you’d better treat her right, or I’ll have to step in," he said, giving George a friendly shove.

"You wish, Fred," you teased, wagging a finger at him. "You missed your chance. I’m afraid George has stolen my heart."

Lee threw his hands up in mock surrender, his laughter blending with the sounds of the bustling village around you.

"Alright, alright, I can’t take any more of this lovey-dovey nonsense," he said, shaking his head. "You two are a menace to society."

As you all laughed, the tension that had built up from pretending to be a couple for the entire afternoon began to ease, and you realized just how much you were enjoying this little game with George. There was a thrill in it—a spark that made your heart beat just a bit faster whenever he leaned in close or threw you one of his mischievous grins.

As Fred and Lee waved goodbye, heading off toward Honeydukes, George turned to you, his smile softening just a touch now that you were alone again. The playful act you’d been putting on all day had been fun, but there was something different in his eyes now—something that made your stomach flutter.

"So," he said, his voice low and teasing, "should we keep this up, or do you think we’ve caused enough chaos for one day?"

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin thoughtfully.

"Hmm, well, I suppose we could stop... but where’s the fun in that?" you replied, grinning up at him.

George’s eyes lit up, his grin turning into a full-on laugh as he leaned in closer.

"That’s the spirit," he said, his voice a soft whisper against your ear. "Let’s see how long we can keep them guessing."

As you walked through Hogsmeade, arm in arm once more, the crisp air biting at your cheeks, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. What had started as a silly game to mess with the rumor mill had turned into something that made your heart race in a way you hadn’t expected.

And with George by your side, you knew that the fun was only just beginning.

The Gryffindor stands were a sea of red and gold, students cheering at the top of their lungs as the players zoomed overhead. The sound of roaring chants and the blare of magical trumpets filled the air, making the crisp afternoon even more electric. The match against Ravenclaw was in full swing, and the Gryffindor team was putting on a spectacular show.

You stood near the front of the stands, a homemade banner clutched tightly in your hands. The words “GO GEORGE! ❤️” glittered in bright red and gold, the enchanted letters shimmering under the afternoon sun. You had spent hours on it, determined to make it as eye-catching as possible. After all, if you were going to commit to this act, you might as well go all out.

As George zoomed by on his broom, his eyes scanning the stands, you cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled at the top of your lungs,

"That’s my boyfriend!"

A few students around you gasped, some even clapping in response, their eyes widening in surprise. The bold declaration seemed to send a ripple through the crowd, the whispers starting up almost immediately. You could practically feel the rumor mill turning as your voice carried over the noise of the match.

Up in the air, George turned his head toward you, a grin spreading across his face as he caught sight of your enthusiastic display. Next to him, Fred shook his head in mock exasperation, leaning closer to his twin as they dodged a speeding Bludger.

"Merlin’s sake, George," Fred called out over the roar of the crowd, "you’ve got her whipped."

George just laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he shot you a wink before racing off to intercept a Ravenclaw Chaser. Your heart did a little flip, but you quickly reminded yourself that it was all part of the game—the act you two had been putting on for weeks now. Still, there was something thrilling about seeing him smile like that, knowing it was because of you.

The game continued with Gryffindor dominating the pitch, and the stands were filled with cheers when the final whistle blew. Gryffindor had won, and the entire house erupted into joyous celebration. Scarlet and gold confetti rained down from above, enchanted by some particularly enthusiastic seventh-years, and the sound of victory chants filled the air.

You were making your way down from the stands when George appeared out of nowhere, still in his Quidditch gear, his face flushed from the cold air and the thrill of victory. Without warning, he sprinted toward you, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around.

"Anything for my biggest fan!" he shouted, his voice full of laughter as he spun you in circles. The students around you erupted into cheers and wolf whistles, only adding to the frenzy. You could hear snippets of conversations—“I knew they were together!” and “Did you see that? They’re so cute!”

As he set you down, you were both breathless from laughter. George leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear so that only you could hear him over the noise.

"I think we’ve convinced the entire school by now," you whispered, your breath warm against his cheek.

George’s grin was wicked, his eyes gleaming with delight.

"Oh, we’re not stopping yet," he replied, his voice a low, teasing murmur that sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled back slightly to look at you, his gaze lingering on your face longer than necessary, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away.

You could feel your cheeks heating up under his intense gaze, but you refused to back down, raising an eyebrow.

"You do realize this act might come back to bite you, Weasley," you teased, unable to stop the grin that was tugging at your lips.

He shrugged, completely unfazed.

"Worth it," he said simply, giving you that lopsided smile that always made your heart race. "Besides, if I get to see you cheering like that every match, I’d say it’s a fair trade."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest.

"Fine," you said, poking him playfully in the chest. "But don’t think this means I’m making another banner for the next match."

"We’ll see about that," George replied, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

The Gryffindor team began making their way off the pitch, but George stayed by your side, his arm draped casually around your shoulders as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The two of you strolled back toward the castle, the cheers and celebrations fading into the background.

You couldn’t help but steal a glance up at him, your heart doing that annoying fluttering thing again. What had started as a joke—a way to mess with the gossip mill—was starting to feel... real. But you pushed that thought aside. This was George, after all. Your best friend, your partner in crime. Surely, this was all just part of the act.

But as you walked back together, surrounded by the glow of a Gryffindor victory and the laughter of your friends, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was something more to the way George was looking at you now.

And if there wasn’t? Well, you’d cross that bridge when you got to it. For now, you were content to bask in the warmth of the moment, George’s arm around you, and the thrill of knowing that whatever came next, you’d face it together.

Because if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that with George Weasley by your side, life would never be boring.

Professor McGonagall’s office was as imposing as ever, with its high ceilings, dark wooden furniture, and the ever-present scent of parchment and ink. The sunlight streaming through the tall windows did little to soften the stern atmosphere. As you and George sat side by side in the stiff, uncomfortable chairs facing her desk, you couldn’t help but feel like two children caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

Professor McGonagall sat behind her desk, her eyes sharp as she looked over her spectacles, fixing the two of you with a gaze that could rival a hawk’s. Despite her stern demeanor, there was a flicker of something in her eyes—something that looked suspiciously like amusement.

"I’ve received multiple reports," she began, her tone clipped and no-nonsense, "that you two have been... distracting the other students."

You could feel George shift beside you, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him lean forward, his signature grin already forming.

"Just spreading a little love, Professor," George said with a wink, his voice smooth and confident.

You bit back a laugh, trying to keep a straight face as McGonagall’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. But there was no stopping George once he got started. He was in his element, charming and cheeky as ever, and you could tell he was enjoying every second of this.

Not wanting to be left out of the fun, you nodded earnestly, turning your best innocent expression toward McGonagall.

"It’s all in good fun, Professor," you chimed in, your voice as sweet as honey. "We promise we’ll behave."

McGonagall’s lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes darting between the two of you. For a moment, the silence in the room was so heavy you could practically hear the tick of the clock on her wall. But then, the corners of her mouth twitched, just the tiniest bit, as if she were fighting a smile.

"You two," she said slowly, adjusting her spectacles, "are a menace." She let out a long, suffering sigh, but there was no mistaking the hint of amusement in her eyes now.

"While I understand that... enthusiasm is to be expected from Gryffindors, I would appreciate it if you could channel that energy into your studies, rather than—" she paused, searching for the right word, "public displays."

George shot you a triumphant look, his grin widening.

"See, love," he said, nudging you playfully, "even Professor McGonagall can’t resist our charm."

You rolled your eyes, nudging him back.

"Careful, Weasley," you muttered under your breath, "or she’ll deduct even more points from Gryffindor."

McGonagall cleared her throat pointedly, drawing your attention back to her.

"If you two are quite finished," she said, though the slight quirk of her lips betrayed her struggle to maintain her stern demeanor, "I suggest you remember that not all of your professors are as... lenient as I am."

You both nodded quickly, trying to look as repentant as possible.

"Of course, Professor," you said, putting on your most serious face. "We’ll be on our best behavior from now on."

"Scout’s honor," George added, raising his hand in a mock salute.

McGonagall’s eyes narrowed once more, though there was a lightness to her gaze that hadn’t been there at the beginning of your little meeting. She let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, then leaned back in her chair.

"See that you do," she said finally, her tone firm but not unkind. "I don’t want to hear any more complaints from the staff... or the students."

As she dismissed you with a wave of her hand, you and George quickly stood, practically tripping over each other in your eagerness to escape before she changed her mind. The door closed behind you with a quiet click, and the two of you exchanged a quick glance before bursting into laughter as you made your way down the corridor.

"Spreading a little love, huh?" you teased, giving George a playful shove as you walked. "I’m pretty sure McGonagall almost turned you into a toad back there."

George shrugged, his grin as wide as ever.

"Worth it," he said with a wink. "Besides, I’m pretty sure we got her to smile. That’s a win in my book."

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief.

"You’re ridiculous, Weasley," you said, though the fondness in your voice was impossible to hide.

He threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked down the corridor together.

"Ah, but you love it," he teased, giving you a sidelong glance.

You didn’t deny it. Because as infuriating as George could be, there was something undeniably fun about the way he could turn even a stern lecture into a shared adventure. And as you walked back toward the Gryffindor common room, still giggling like first-years, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this little act you two had started wasn’t entirely an act anymore.

Whatever it was, it was yours, and you weren’t ready for it to end anytime soon.

Because with George Weasley by your side, life was always an adventure—one that you were more than happy to keep going on.

The empty classroom near the dungeons was dimly lit, the dusty air carrying the faint scent of old parchment and forgotten potions. It was the perfect spot for a bit of mischief, away from the prying eyes of teachers and prefects. The corridor just outside was bustling with students heading to their next classes, and the faint echo of footsteps filled the air.

You and George stood just inside the doorway, exchanging a quick, conspiratorial glance. This was it—your most dramatic performance yet. The plan was simple but brilliant: stage a fake argument, draw in an audience, and watch the confusion unfold. It was George’s idea, naturally, but you had been more than happy to play along.

The moment you heard the sound of approaching footsteps, George leapt into action, staggering out into the corridor with all the subtlety of a theater actor in his prime.

"How could you betray me like this?!" he bellowed, his voice carrying down the corridor. He clutched his chest dramatically and, to your utter delight, dropped to his knees as if he’d been struck by a curse.

A group of Slytherins passing by froze in their tracks, eyes wide as they turned to watch the scene unfold. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, but you quickly composed yourself, crossing your arms and fixing George with a glare that could have melted ice.

"You brought this upon yourself, George," you retorted, your voice dripping with mock fury. "You never appreciated me!"

George’s eyes widened, and he raised his hands to the sky as if appealing to some higher power.

"But, darling," he cried out, his voice filled with exaggerated despair, "after everything we’ve been through! You’re tearing my heart to pieces!"

The Slytherins exchanged bewildered looks, clearly torn between staying to watch the drama and hurrying to their next class. You could hear a few muffled snickers and even a couple of gasps as George continued his over-the-top performance, crawling a few inches closer to you on his knees.

"It’s too late, George!" you declared, turning your back on him with a dramatic flick of your hair. "You’ve made your choice. Now live with it!"

George, not missing a beat, threw himself onto the cold stone floor, reaching out toward you with one hand as if he were in some tragic love story.

"Don’t leave me!" he shouted, his voice cracking with faux emotion. "I can change, I swear it!"

The Slytherins were now fully invested. A few had even stopped in their tracks to watch the spectacle, their eyes darting between you and George like they were watching the latest drama unfold in the Great Hall.

But as soon as the last of the Slytherins turned the corner, their laughter and whispers fading into the distance, you and George burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the now-empty corridor.

"Did you see their faces?" George gasped between bouts of laughter, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "I swear I saw Blaise Zabini almost choke on his own tongue!"

You leaned against the wall for support, your sides aching from laughing so hard.

"Honestly, George," you managed to get out, still giggling, "I think you missed your calling as a professional actor."

George grinned, standing up and brushing the dust off his knees.

"Well, what can I say? I’m a man of many talents," he replied with a wink.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

"If only you used your powers for good," you teased, nudging him playfully with your shoulder.

"Ah, but where’s the fun in that?" he shot back, his grin widening. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, it’s a lot more entertaining to keep them guessing, don’t you think?"

You had to admit, he had a point. Stirring up the rumor mill and playing off the assumptions everyone made about the two of you had become a game—one that you were both enjoying far more than you cared to admit.

As you both gathered yourselves, preparing to head to your next class, George reached out and grabbed your hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

"Thanks for playing along," he said, his tone softer now, the mischief in his eyes giving way to something warmer.

You squeezed his hand back, your smile turning genuine.

"Always," you replied.

The two of you walked down the corridor side by side, the sounds of the school day resuming around you. Whatever chaos and rumors you had stirred up today, it was worth it—for the laughter, the shared glances, and the unspoken connection that seemed to grow stronger with each new prank.

Because as much as it was all a game, there was a part of you that was starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was something real beneath all the teasing and the jokes.

And if George’s lingering gaze and the way his hand lingered in yours were any indication, you weren’t the only one thinking it.

The Gryffindor common room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the dying embers in the fireplace casting a warm, flickering light over the room. Most students had already gone to bed, leaving the space quiet and peaceful. The usual hustle and bustle had faded to a comforting hush, the only sound the occasional crackle from the hearth.

You and George were sitting together on one of the overstuffed sofas, still riding the high from your latest prank in the dungeons. The two of you were talking in hushed voices, trying not to wake the stragglers dozing by the fire. It was one of those rare, calm moments where you could actually catch your breath and just enjoy each other’s company.

But that peace was short-lived.

Fred and Lee Jordan appeared seemingly out of nowhere, their expressions a mix of exasperation and amusement. They cornered you and George like two parents about to scold their mischievous children. Fred crossed his arms over his chest, while Lee leaned casually against the back of the sofa, his eyebrows raised in mock seriousness.

"Alright, you two," Lee began, his voice low but firm. "You’ve fooled the entire school. So, are you secretly dating, or are you just completely mad?"

You exchanged a quick, mischievous glance with George, the unspoken challenge clear in both your eyes. There was no need for words between you—it was as if you could read each other’s minds. George leaned back with that trademark grin of his, looking as relaxed as ever.

"Nope," he said, the grin spreading wider as he looked from Lee to Fred. "Just having the time of our lives."

Fred groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"You two are absolutely ridiculous," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Honestly, how long do you think you can keep this up before someone catches on?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, leaning into George’s side with a grin.

"As long as it’s fun, I suppose," you replied, shooting Fred a playful wink. "After all, why stop now when we’ve got the whole school eating out of the palm of our hands?"

Lee let out a low chuckle, clearly trying to suppress a smile.

"I’ve got to admit," he said, shaking his head, "I didn’t think you two could keep it going for this long. But I have to know... is it really all just a game?"

George tilted his head, pretending to consider the question as he draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you in just a little closer.

"A game?" he echoed, his tone playful. "Maybe. Or maybe we’re just too good at keeping secrets."

The way George’s fingers absentmindedly played with the ends of your hair sent a shiver down your spine, but you refused to let it show. You had to keep up the act, even if your heart was starting to betray you with how it skipped a beat whenever George looked at you like that.

Fred narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced.

"You’re both mad," he declared, though there was an unmistakable note of admiration in his voice. "But I’ll admit, it’s impressive. Even McGonagall seems to be buying it."

"Ah, but that’s the beauty of it, Fred," George replied, giving his brother a cheeky grin. "Why spoil the fun by admitting anything? As long as they keep guessing, we’re winning."

You couldn’t help but laugh at that.

"Besides," you added, looking up at George with a playful smirk, "who’s to say what’s real and what’s not? Maybe even we don’t know anymore."

The way George’s eyes softened as he looked down at you made your heart flutter, but you quickly turned your attention back to Fred and Lee. Whatever was happening between you and George, it was yours to figure out in your own time. For now, you were content to let everyone else wonder.

Lee let out a dramatic sigh, pushing himself off the back of the sofa.

"Well, whatever this is," he said, waving a hand between the two of you, "just know that half the school is rooting for you to end up together for real."

George just shrugged, his grin never faltering.

"Let them root," he said with a wink. "We’ve got a good thing going here, don’t we, love?"

You nodded, playing along as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

"The best," you agreed, your voice soft but filled with genuine affection.

Fred and Lee exchanged a knowing look before turning to leave, shaking their heads with exasperated smiles.

"Alright, you two troublemakers," Fred called over his shoulder. "Just don’t get caught by Snape. I don’t fancy losing any more points for Gryffindor because of your little... escapades."

As they disappeared up the stairs, the common room fell quiet once more. George turned to you, his playful demeanor softening as he searched your eyes.

"So," he murmured, his voice low, just for you, "think we convinced them?"

You laughed softly, shaking your head.

"I think they’re just as confused as the rest of the school," you replied, meeting his gaze. "But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?"

George’s smile faded into something softer, something almost vulnerable. For a moment, the line between what was real and what was pretend seemed to blur, and you couldn’t tell if the warmth in his eyes was just part of the act.

"Yeah," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I guess it is."

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you, the flickering firelight casting dancing shadows across George’s freckled face. You could feel the unspoken question hanging between you, but neither of you was ready to answer it just yet.

Instead, you leaned into him, letting the comfortable warmth of his arm around you chase away the lingering doubts. Whatever this was—whether it was a game or something more—you were happy to keep playing along. Because for now, this felt good. This felt right.

And maybe, just maybe, you’d figure out the rest later.

For now, you were content to let the rest of the castle wonder, while you enjoyed the comfortable closeness that came with being George Weasley’s partner in crime.

The Great Hall was buzzing with the usual morning chaos, the clatter of cutlery, the chatter of students, and the occasional hoot from the owls delivering the morning post. The long tables were filled with students eagerly digging into their breakfast, completely unaware that they were about to witness the culmination of a weeks-long prank.

You and George exchanged a conspiratorial grin as you stood near the entrance, ready to put an end to the elaborate charade that had kept the entire school guessing. With a quick nod, George took a deep breath, and with his signature grin plastered on his face, he climbed up onto the Gryffindor table, his goblet in hand.

The sound of metal clinking against glass cut through the noise, and heads turned, students pausing mid-bite to see what was happening. George cleared his throat dramatically, raising his goblet high above his head.

"Everyone! Attention, please!" he called out, his voice carrying across the hall. The usual hum of conversation quieted as every pair of eyes turned to him. You could see a mix of confusion, curiosity, and excitement on their faces as they wondered what George Weasley could possibly have up his sleeve this time.

Taking a deep breath, you joined him on the table, standing by his side as you looked out at the sea of expectant faces. The two of you had practiced this moment, and now it was time to deliver the punchline.

"We have an announcement to make!" George declared, his grin widening as he placed an arm around your shoulders. You could feel the tension in the room rising, everyone hanging on his every word.

With a flourish, you took over, projecting your voice so everyone could hear.

"We’re not dating," you announced, your voice carrying clearly across the hall. "It was all a prank."

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, the hall erupted into chaos—a mix of laughter, groans, and applause as the students realized they’d been had. Some of the Ravenclaws looked impressed, the Hufflepuffs shook their heads in disbelief, and the Slytherins wore expressions that ranged from amused to annoyed.

Down at the Gryffindor table, Fred leaned back in his seat, clapping slowly with a grin stretching across his face.

"Well played, you two," he called out, his voice carrying above the laughter. "Well played indeed."

Beside him, Lee Jordan was practically doubled over, clutching his stomach as he laughed.

"You two are absolute legends," he managed to get out between gasps.

As the applause died down, George hopped off the table and offered you his hand to help you down. The hall was still buzzing with laughter as students began to piece together all the ridiculous moments they had witnessed over the past few weeks. The way George had swooned over you, the staged arguments, the over-the-top displays of affection—it all made sense now.

As you made your way out of the Great Hall, George leaned in close, his voice low and teasing.

"So," he said, nudging you playfully with his shoulder, "what’s our next act of chaos?"

You grinned up at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas," you replied, your voice full of promise. "Hogwarts isn’t ready for us."

George let out a laugh that was pure delight, the kind that made your heart skip a beat. He threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked down the corridor together.

"That’s my girl," he said with a proud grin. "Can’t wait, partner."

As the two of you strolled through the castle, the echoes of laughter and applause still ringing in your ears, you couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of satisfaction. What had started as a prank had turned into something so much more—something that had brought the two of you closer than ever before.

And as George’s arm tightened around your shoulders, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, this partnership wasn’t entirely an act after all.

But that was a thought for another day. For now, you were content to enjoy the moment, knowing that whatever chaos came next, you and George would face it together—side by side, partners in crime, and maybe, just maybe, something more.

Because with George Weasley by your side, every day was an adventure, and the best part? You were only just getting started.

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