#FRED IS 100% CHIN

[hotvintagepoll]

This is not a 100% orthodox ask but I don't know of a better place to ask. I'm the same person who sent an ask about starting swing classes a while ago, and there being a photo of Fred Astaire in the class room. Well, I've been trying to google it, and cannot find it anywhere and it's messing with my head XD maybe you or one of the people here know it/have it at hand? it's a B&W close up of his face; he's resting his chin on his right hand, and he's looking upwards and to the right. Sorry to bother you if this is too much :D

Oh man! I can't place it offhand but I'm posting your comment so all the Fred Astaire fans can help figure it out. You didn't send a pic of it to me, did you? I'll go digging in the old asks if so.

[sastrology]

the rising and you

(part 1/3)

ARIES RISING: FOREST FIRE

pictured: (Rihanna and Stevie Nicks, Aries Rising)

Individuals born with an Aries rising stand out of a crowd. They typically have exuberant personalities and an easy time drawing friends. They're likely to be quite opinionated and are not the type to keep beating around the bush or react well to passive-aggressive behavior. They love anything that is new and fresh. These individuals are known for being quite go-getters who will not settle. They can be very blunt and to the point which can irritate the softer rising signs, but they prefer to let people know where they stand and hate beating around the bush.

With a Cancer 4th house (if sign interceptions are not present) they can have a strong bond with the family and feel as though they are the family's protector which can make them act out impulsively if they ever feel threatened. Even if they are the youngest sibling, they often become a sort of mother figure to the rest.

Build wise they will appear more masculine, and athletic even if they don’t work out. They really pop in sportswear regardless of build. Red and black colors are flattering and make their features pop. Pointed chins that form into a well-defined square jaw with thick and defined eyebrows. Being the first sign of the zodiac they can also appear quite younger than they are. They may also have a lot of scars or bruises on the face and body.

TAURUS RISING: ROCKS AT A SEA SHORE

pictured: (Fred Rogers and Vivien Leigh, Taurus Rising)

Individuals with a Taurus Rising exude a calm, stable energy that a lot of people crave. They're stubborn, generous individuals who can be very pleasing and practical to speak with. They really enjoy luxury and beauty items and take a lot of time for self-care. They are the types to not really want to involve themselves in drama as they can think of 100 other things they'd rather be doing. They’re never going to say everything you want to hear, they will say what you need to hear. They are strong individuals who can bare the weight of the waves that can crash down on them.

With Leo in the 4th house (if sign interceptions are not at play) it shows they needed a lot of love growing up. Whether that was met or not is ambiguous, but Taurus Rising individuals are either made strong or born strong. They may have great pride for the home and enjoy throwing family get-togethers and cookouts and do it tastefully.

Facial features tend to be very symmetrical with naturally curly hair. They’re built with a well-formed body, average-to-short statures, larger arms, and a strong neck. Thick, curly hair is more likely. Thanks to the Venusian influence, these risings can have softened almost refined features. As to be expected, these risings look great in greens and burnt umbers. They typically care quite a bit about what they look like, so beauty can be a focus.

GEMINI RISING: KALEIDOSCOPE

pictured: (Amy Winehouse and Drew Barrymore, Gemini Rising)

Gemini Rising individuals are bright, vivacious, and expressive individuals. You can usually spot them pretty easily since they love to talk and communicate and use a lot of hand movements. They have keen observation skills and the ability to read people quickly. They are very light-hearted, yet impulsive individuals, who love to give their opinion on anything. They are very strong communicators with a lot of charm. They're very changeable in nature and can change their minds often as they are constantly seeing the world from a new angle due to their curious mind that never stops working.

With Virgo in the 4th house (if sign interceptions are not present) we see organized individuals who strive to help their loved ones improve. They will provide a lot of acts of service to the family and constantly strive for more ways to better assist them. If something goes wrong in the house or family, they can become bogged down on the tiny details and become frustrated. They are very good at organizing as they are able to see all of the little details to help make something perfect.

The eyes are clear and sparkle, especially when they get to talk about something they're passionate about. Broad foreheads and they may appear younger than they are. They typically have slim builds and average to tall heights. The limbs in general are quite long, including the fingers, legs, and neck. VERY expressive facial expressions.

CANCER RISING: SPRING RAIN

pictured: (Selena Gomez and Farrah Fawcett, Cancer Rising)

Individuals with a Cancer ascendant are remembered for heartfelt talks at 3 am, intuitive nature, and innocence they project.

With Libra in the 4th house (if sign interceptions are not present) they will be known for having an aesthetically pleasing house. They may be a bit messy, but it carries a certain charm to it. Venusian in nature, they may make great designers and have a knack for interior designing.

With the parents they may measure a lot of their worth on the approval they get from them. They could have a low tolerance for arguments in the household and have mastered the role of peace keepers.

As with most rising signs, the eyes can be round buckets of depth. People with a Cancer rising typically have rounded features. The hair and skin can be very luminous and carry a healthy glow and plump to it. They pull off silvers, charcoals, and greys like they just walked off a 1940s film set. Women with this rising typically develop femininely quite young and carry a fuller figure.

as always, I am not an astrologer. This is based on my astrology books and online research over the years. This is a very basic assessment of the rising sign, as a LOT of other factors can influence a person's personality.

[the-scooby-gang]

Us... But not quite

Part 1

Crossover: Mystery incorporated x My Scooby Gang

Summary: After falling through a portal while they were being chased by their most horrifying monster yet, The Scooby Gang finds themselves in a place they have never been before. A place called Crystal Cove.

No one saw the portal.

Shaggy was running ahead of them, each step faster them the last, Scooby in rapid pursuit. Fred, Velma, and Daphne were not far behind while the ghost from Blackhill facility loomed over their backs way to close for comfort.

The hallways of the old medical facility were narrow, without a window on sight, either covered in mold or falling apart. Each step taken resonated in the walls and a thousand same steps followed you, echoing in the stale air. The light system was barely functional, flickering on and off like it was candlelight on the wind, each movement made in the weak light or in the complete void with only their lanterns to lead the way.

Shaggy spent most of the night handheld by one of the gang while his other hand was firmly attached to Scoob’s collar. Since the gang started dating, Shaggy had shed his fears little by little, taking comfort and support from their presence and encouragement. For months he, and by extension Scooby, was getting more confident, especially with their acting and disguises.

“Like, its easier to be brave when you are pretending, you know?”Shaggy had said after a case. He was smiling from the back of the van, Daphne helping him sew one of his dresses back together after the skirts having being lacerated by the ghost lions from the Pongie circus, one of their more festive cases.

But there was something different in this particular mystery. And it was not only Shaggy that noticed.

The Blackhill scientist was a grotesque creature. There were local myths and legends that said that one of the lead scientists tried several experiments with himself as the guinea pig, trying to make himself something more than human. Something better.

But not even armed with this information was enough to prepare them.

His skin, rotten and blackened, was falling away from his body like rags. The fingers no longer had any flesh on them and the white bone looked more and more like claws the closer he got; where the right eye should be there were only maggots and darkness; and the smell… Shaggy, Daphne and Scooby, the three with the best noses on the group, were beyond nauseated when they made the first contact.

“It smells like something rotten. You know, like roadkill that was left for days in the rain and then put to dry in the Arizona sun” Daphne had said in a whisper. The absence of windows and precarious old led lights gave the place an eerie feeling keeping them all on edge.

“Yeah. Like, as if something started to eat it and then threw up all over the carcass” completed Shaggy, that had his hand on Daphne’s strong grip, whispering even softer them Daphne did. Scooby whimpered and got closer to his best friend.

Velma and Fred had walked just some steps ahead and hadn’t known what frightened them more: the roadkill description; the smell; or the fact that even with both of them whispering, they could hear them perfectly. No wind passed them by. No door creaked from years of disuse. There was no sign of the pitter-patter of the rain that they knew they left behind.

But what truly made them pause was when they noticed.

Their feet no longer made a sound on the marble floors.

This was when it appeared again.

Now they were running. Running, running, running. It was just behind them approaching slowly like it had all the time in the world. Each step it took, more and more of its skin graced the floor like rotten autumn leaves. But the most unsettling thing about it was the bottom half. Where in any other human-shaped being a pair of legs would be present, the Blackhill monster had… something else…

They could not see clearly over the flickering dim light. Only that it was big. Big, contorted, and decaying. Just like the rest of the creature.

Even running they could not take their eyes away from the thing. How its sheer presence consumed the entire dark corridor. How they were, even without knowing, running from its shadow as if it was a second entity entirely.

Maybe if they were more attentive they would have seen where the creature was leading them. 

Maybe they would have seen the portal.

Falling, falling, falling. The portal appeared endless and void of anything. It was cold. Far colder them any cemetery they had ever wandered and darker them any night they had ever seen. There was no sound coming from nowhere. Even their screams refused to leave their throats.

There was no sound in the silence.

Grabbing each other for fear of being torn apart, they fell, and fell, and fell.

And then they stopped. They laid on the ground groning not too far apart from each other.

They were outside again and the sun was just starting to rise.

Fred was the first one to take a grasp on his senses.

“Hey gang, is everybody ok?” he said, crawling slowly to where Daphne was sited, one hand in her head, trying to make the world stop spinning for five seconds.

“If by Being Ok you actually mean I feel like a used spinning top, then yeah. I’m doing ok” Even Velma’s sassy voice sounded dizzy. Her glasses where nowhere to be seen. “What exactly was that thing?”

“To what are you referring to here? The sleep paralysis demon following us or the Alice in wonderland’s rabbit hole that we fell into?” Daphne was now standing, supported by Fred’s arms, cleaning her skirt the best she could. The world was still spinning, even if now in a more calm way.

“The portal, silly” Velma said, a little smile wanting to creep its way on her face. “The creep was what all the creeps are. It was probably just some dude in… to be fair, a really convincing costume…” here her voice vacillated a little. Even some of their most scary crooks didn’t pull this kind of… felling of dread from them.

“Well, man, if it was a crook in a suit we have found the most invested lunatic on the planet! Like, what did he do? Bathed in the remains of a poor cow somewhere in the local slaughterhouse??? That man stinks.” Shaggy said not too far away from them. Scooby was perched on his back like he was an extension of his body, the poor pooch still terrified from the entire ordeal.

Velma giggled and approached slowly the blurry form that had Shaggy’s voice. When she reached them, her clumsy fingers tried to discern with of the fluffy heads was Shaggy’s sandy hair or Scoob’s soft fur. When she found out which was a man, and with was a Dane, she asked Daphne for a Scooby Snack while she patted the pup between his ears. Scoob’s whines stopped almost immediately and he happily started wagging his tail.

“What a ham!” Said Fred when he approached arm in arm with Daphne, the promised treat already in hand.

While Scooby happily devoured his snack to the sound of the giggles of the gang, Shaggy started looking in his pockets. With a small Aha, he brandished a pair of red glasses like they were the most important artifact created by humans.

He slowly cupped Velma’s face with his hand while the other gently put the spare glasses over her eyes. When she finished adjusting them he leaned down and gave a little kiss to her nose, causing a new wave of giggles to escape her lips.

Scooby started snickering and slowly he left his perch on Shaggy’s back and took place by Daphne’s side, who had already forced the world back on its axis and was no longer using Fred as a beefy staff.

The atmosphere had regained its light, and the dread that had consumed them was now on the back of their heads.

“Ok gang, first things first. We have to figure out where exactly we are before we figure out how we got here. Velma, any ideas?” Fred started to look around, searching for something familiar on the small road they found themselves in.

“The air is windy and salty. This indicates that we are close to the coast, no more them five kilometers away I would say” Velma was looking around too, looking for any signs or tall buildings, but wherever they have landed it was more of a  road in the middle of nowhere them anything.

“Shag, do you smell anything?” Daphne asked. 

Shaggy had over the years of cooking and gardening developed a keen nose for all the foods and spices known to man, so much so that in one mystery he was able to locate a salt mine by smell alone. Since that day, the gang began to ask Shaggy what he smelled in the air. More times than not it was really useful for them to locate themselves, sometimes even give them clues. You would not believe what the local food said about a place.

He stopped looking around. Shaggy closed his eyes and straightened his back,  slowly filling his lungs with the night air. Fred and Velma stayed quiet, waiting. He took two more deep breathes before he opened his eyes again.

“There is a restaurant up north, like, probably a trucker stop or the first and last food joint before you leave a town. It’s American food that’s for sure, but it appears to have some europian influence?” here he took another deep breath “Yeah, definitely europian. Spain, if I’m not mistaken” another deep breath “Velma was right, like, no one eats that much fish and clams if they are not close to the coast! Do you guys know how expensive it is to import clams to non-coast cities? Man, it’s almost an arm and a half!”

Shaggy started to widely gesticulated the more into the local cusine he got into. The lanky man could go for hours just talking about preposterous food prices and the most ecletic recipes know to human (and dog) kind.  

“Ok, ok, Chef Rogers, we get it” Fred hugged Shaggy from behind, giving him a small kiss in the cheek “No matter how cute it is, now is not the time to get worked up on food prices”

Shaggy let himself relax agains his boyfriend’s chest and cuddled more into Fred’s warm arms, grumbling something about overpriced fish. Scooby was nodding his head saying something about expensive ralmon. Velma and Daphne laughed of how surreal it was that even the man’s dog appeared to have his broad culinary knowledge .

“Ok, so we are close to a Spanish influenced American coast town. So far so good. What you guys say that we go walking towards this road restaurant and see if we can find any more clues about where we fell on?” Said Daphne with one hand on her hip and the other pointing north, like she was one step away from starting a new adventure.

“Sounds good” Agreed Fred.

“The most logical” Said Velma.

“Restaurant! Yummy, yummy, yummy” Scooby was already licking his lips.

“Daph?” said Shaggy, having left Fred’s arms, now looking up at something.

“What?” She turned towards him, a questioning look in her blue eyes.

“You memorized the entire road map, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah, and all the cities, towns, and historical sites from across America” she responded, not understanding where his line of thought was going.

“Where exactly Crystal Cove is them?”

“What?” They turned their heads towards Shaggy, then towards were his eyes laid.

Above their heads, a green sigh, one that they should have noticed before, read in big white letters:

CRYSTAL COVE. 3 MILES.

They all looked at Daphne, waiting for the answer.

But her face was getting paler and paler the longer she looked at the sign. Frowning, once in concentration, them in confusion followed by horror, her blue eyes turned to her lovers and their dog, with her words loaded with dread.

“There is no Crystal Cove”

[harrypotter-imaginess]

If you want to Commission a love letter from a character, info is here!

Bill

* He’ll give you a massage

* And not like a sexy massage, just a regular massage

* He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most of the time

* He’ll just see you doing work, or hanging out, and stands behind you and starts rubbing your shoulders

* “Is that book any good?”

* Also Bill is oddly into nutrition, if he notices you’re feeling off he’ll start meal prepping a bunch of shakes and snacks

* “Bill, Babe what is this?” You ask, looking at the cup in front of you

* “it a mango, pineapple, papaya, ginger and turmeric antiinfamatory smoothie- drink up”

Charlie

* He takes videos of the dragons he takes care of so that he can send them to you

* Also- he’ll definitely try to take goofy pics with the animals/dragons at the sanctuary on his phone to send to you

* His snap score is probably like 800K, not for promiscuous reasons, but because he’s always sending you snaps at work

* “Oi Charlie get off your phone and come and help me!” His co worker shouts as Charlie tries to get a cute selfie with the dragon in the background

* “In a minute Seamus, I’m trying to take a picture!”

* Also if you have a robust hobby, like painting or reading your boy will get into it just so you guys have an activity to do together

* “Turn the page love” He’ll say

* you’re basically sitting on Charlie’s lap, his chin resting on your shoulder as he peers into the book in your hands

* “Charlie, I know you said you wanted to read with me, but I didn’t think you meant this”

Percy

* He buys you gifts

* Now before you get all excited- it’s not how you think

* With Percy it’s never something nice like flowers and choclate, or a teddy bear, or even a card

* It’s always something really obscure that he just happened to see, and that happened to make him think of you

* “Hey, I saw this and thought of you” He’ll say, handing you a wrapped package

* “Candles?”

* “Yeah, because they bring light, just like you”

* The dork isn’t even trying to make a joke, he’s being 100% authentic

* “You’re such a dork” you laugh, but he smiles when he sees you sniffing the candle with an approving expression

* So you like it, he grins

* It feels like he was in darkness until you, and then you just barged into his life

* And brought him so much joy

Fred

* Fred’s love language is words of affirmation

* He’s always very consistent with his compliments, telling you that you look good or that you’re smart, and that you’re killing it

* Another part of that is that he always, always makes sure to communicate

* Sometimes maybe a little too much

* “Hey Fred would you mind running to the store? I need tomato paste for the pasta”

* He’s already putting on his shoes

* “Sure love, any particular brand?”

* Kinda a weird question

* “No anything’s fine”

* “Alright what size?”

* “Um, the medium one I guess”

* He lets out a hum and you think he’ll be on his way

* “Do you want me to get more than one-“

* “Merlin Fred, would you just go!”

* He just wants to make sure he gets you the right thing, exactly the way you want it

George

* George’s love language is definitely acts of service, so he’ll do these little things for you

* Like if he notices there’s a certain chore you don’t like- even more than the other chores- like washing dishes or folding laundry, he’ll do it instead

* “George did you already finish that? I was going to do it later”

* You admit you were procrastinating a bit, you know you need to clean it’s just kinda time consuming, and- well, it’s not exactly your favorite thing to do

* “Ah yeah, don’t worry about it, it’s no big deal”

* George always opens doors for you, even the car door

* He’ll get out of his side of the car and jog over to your side, just so he can personally open the door for you

* One time he was in such a rush he slipped and hurt his knee

* You spent your date at the hospital instead because he wouldn’t stop bleeding and you thought he might need stitches

* It’s usually pretty cute

Ron

* Your boy is hella proud of you

* Like, even your own parents aren’t that proud of you

* And they made you

* He’s always bragging about you

* “There’s no one smarter than (Y/N), they would even give Hermione a run for her money”

* You wear a new outfit/try a new style and-

* “Ron what are you doing?” You ask as he pats your pocket

* “I’m just looking for who gave you the absolute Audacity to look this good”

* You laugh

* “I mean how’s anyone supposed to get any work done around here when you’re this good looking” he shakes his head in mock annoyance

* He’s your number 1 hype man

Ginny

* Ginny’s a jock, but she’s also really into music

* She makes you a playlist every few days, and the title is always an inside joke or based on a conversation you had

* “Ginny did you seriously name this playlist ‘snorting vanilla lattes in Malibu’?”

* She just shrugs, it’s not her fault you laughed so hard you snorted vanilla latte all over a Malibu themed place mat.

* She also leaves you little notes

* You reach into your coat pocket only to feel a piece of folded paper

* “You’re prettier than an avocado?” You read to yourself

* ....not all her notes are winners

* They still make you smile though

[omg-imatotalmess]

George Weasley Headcanons

Hey guys! I couldn’t just put up Fred headcanons and leave George out. So, here they are. My handful of things that I like to imagine make up George. Also please validate me on these. 

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George was insanely sensitive as a child and could cry at the drop of a hat. Like any strong emotion would end up manifesting as tears.

He's still a sensitive boy but hides it well. 

However, he will 100% cry if he sees you crying. 

As a kid, Molly let him help her cook precisely one time, and he managed to blow up the pot on the stove. While he wasn't badly hurt, he ended up with a scar on his chin that most people wouldn't notice unless they looked for it. 

He talks to himself when he's super focused on something. 

Sometimes he sings himself through tasks that are giving him troubles. 

Absolutely loves playing guitar, but if anyone asks him to play for them, he'll actually throw it out the window to get out of it. 

Sleeps odd hours and can sleep anywhere. 

His favorite places to sleep are armchairs, under the kitchen table, and sprawled out on top of you so you can't move. 

Molly used to read him love stories as bedtime stories when he just couldn't get to sleep, and now he's a hopeless romantic but awkward about it. 

Like he'll plan super sweet, romantic dates in his head. Please let him take you on them. 

He's actually deeply insecure because he sees himself as the less important twin. 

Loves it when you kiss his hands. 

Has a scarily convincing American accent. 

When he was little and just learning to ride a broom, he ran into a tree and got stuck in it for like two hours before one of his brothers found him. 

He's way shyer than he'd ever let on, but it's easy to tell when you get him flustered. 

He had a pretty mild stutter when he was little, and now it only shows up when he's super embarrassed about something. 

Also, can't stop talking when he's embarrassed. 

Then he gets more embarrassed and stutters harder, and it becomes a vicious cycle until someone stops him. 

Absolute fucking powerhouse of a brain. 

Like you could ask him pretty much anything, and he probably knows the answer. 

Almost got expelled once for punching a guy who was being creepy with Ginny when she was definitely too young. 

[arrowflier]

Prompt Thing: does Micky know that Ian isn't a gold Star gay any more? What would be his response? I can picture Lip mentioning something casually in front of the pair about the whole ordeal.

Content warning: nsfw under cut due to frank discussion of sex

It's late on a Saturday night.  Liam is at the library, working on a paper for school, and Franny is at a sleepover.  Fred is already down for the night, and the grown Gallaghers--plus Tami and Mickey, Gallaghers by association--are gathered around the kitchen table for a late family dinner.

Debbie brings a steaming pot over to the table, ready to dish out the meal she had been slaving over all day.

"Who wants to go first?" she asks. "It's a new recipe, so you have to be honest."

"But only if you like it," Lip mutters, and holds up his hands when Debbie glares at him. "What? Am I wrong?"

"Come on Debs," Ian says, disrupting the tension. "I want to see what you did with those tomatoes I brought you."

"This asshole and his fancy ass tomatoes," Mickey grouses as Debbie dishes up. "He tell you how much that shit costs out by the new place?"

"Shut up, Mick," Ian says, taking a bowl and spoon from his sister. "I'm trying to eat, here."

Conversation stops, all eyes on Ian as he digs his spoon into Debbie's latest experiment.

He slurps. Eats a chunk of something from his spoon, and slurps again.

Stops.

Grimaces.

"Debbie," he says slowly, the family hanging on his every word. "Congratulations, it tastes like vagina."

Debbie beams. Lip shrugs, reaching out for his own bowl. Carl grins--awesome--and follows suit.

Mickey stares at Ian.

"Wait a sec," he says. "How the fuck would you know?"

Lip is the one to respond first, spoon already halfway to his mouth.

"Didn't he tell you?" he asked Mickey with a shit-eating grin. "Old boyfriend convinced him to try it; I came home to Ian scrubbing his mouth out at the kitchen sink."

Mickey frowns, squints while he thinks.

"Old boyfriend?" he follows up. "You mean the one he took it up the ass for?"

Ian buries his head in his hands, stew long forgotten in front of him.

"No," Lip answers easily, " the one that cheated on him, said it was cause no one was 100% gay."

"Can we not talk about this right now?" Ian begs.

"What, you aren't having fun on the trip down memory lane?" Lip asks.

"No," Ian answers plaintively. "And you won't be either if you keep going, cause I remember the rest of our little talk that day." He lowers his hands from his face just to raise his brow. "All 4% of it."

Lip just shrugs.

"Whatever, man, still think you're missin' out." He lifts his spoon, points it in Mickey's direction. "I bet Mick here knows what I'm talkin' about. You used to sleep with chicks, right?"

"Lip," Ian warns, but his brother ignores him.

"You have to have gone down on at least one of them," Lip continues. "Come on, man, spill."

They're saved by Liam coming in through the back door, laden with books.

"Hey guys," he greets. " What's for dinner?"

"Vagina," they all answer in unison.

Liam hightails it up the stairs before they even finish laughing.

---

Later, once they've gotten ready for bed--they're staying the night in their old room, both of them having had too many to drive--Ian brings it up again.

"Have you?" he asks as Mickey strips down to his boxers.

"Gonna have to be more specific, Gallagher," Mickey says. "I've done lots of things."

"Gone down on a woman," Ian clarifies, fidgeting with the frayed edge of their sheet.

Mickey pauses with his shirt half over his head, then finishes pulling it off.

"No," he answers, twisting the worn fabric in his hands. "What would be in that for me?"

Ian just looks at him.

"The pleasure of your partner?"

Mickey snorts.

"I was a horny kid, Ian," he explained. "I fucked chicks cause they let me and it felt good, not because I was interested in how they felt about it."

It's quiet, for a moment. When Mickey turns around, Ian is frowning.

Mickey sighs.

"What now, Ian?" he asks, Ian's name soft in his mouth.

"Nothing," Ian says. Bites his lip, waits a beat. "Just..."

"Fuckin knew it," Mickey mutters, and catches the pillow Ian throws at him.

"How do you know you don't like it, then?" Ian asks. "If you've never done it, I mean."

"Don't know," Mickey answers with a shrug. "Just don't."

When Ian looks unconvinced, Mickey steps closer, between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. He puts a hand on Ian's chin, makes his husband face him.

"What's this really about, huh?" he asks. "I know you ain't actually concerned that there's a chance I'd like eatin' pussy."

Ian grins at that, faint but there.

"It's just," he starts. Stops, tries again.

"What Caleb said, back then," he settles on. "It kind of made sense."

He looks up at Mickey with those wide green eyes.

"If you want to try it, you can," he offered nervously. "It's not cheating if I give you permission, and I don't want you to--"

"To what?" Mickey interrupts. "Leave you for not lettin' me do somethin' I don't even want to do?"

Ian looks almost offended, but not near as offended as Mickey feels.

"But you don't even know if you--"

"Stop," Mickey cuts him off again. "Just fuckin stop, alright?"

He moves his hand from Ian's chin to his shoulder, shoves him down onto the bed. Climbs over him, hovering close.

"Do you have a fuckin vagina?" Mickey asks, point-blank.

Ian shakes his head.

"Then I don't never wanna touch one again," Mickey says. "And that's all there is to it. I'm not your shitty ex-boyfriend--who I'm gonna kill, by the way--I'm your fuckin husband. You're it, man."

He pushes down on Ian's shoulders, then drops his chest to settle against his husband's.

"Besides," he mutters as he feels Ian relax beneath him. "That shit's nasty as fuck, man. How'd you think I found out I was gay? Some girl tried to shove me down there, almost threw up in her pubes."

Ian's resulting laugh moves through Mickey's body like an earthquake, and it's the best thing he's heard all day.

Except Ian's description of Debbie's cooking, of course. That was right up there too.

[fredshufflepuff]

hey girlie, could i request a fred weasley x reader smut where the reader has to use the safe word and the end is just fred reassuring reader and its super cute and fluffy ? If not its 100% okay! :))) have a nice day/night

safe in my arms || f.w ✧˖*°࿐

summary: you use your safe word.

warnings: heavy degrading in the beginning, slight slapping, fluff. let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 671

fred fucked you from behind with your arms pinned against your back, the boy holding them back with one hand while the other gripped your ass roughly.

“such a stupid little slut, only used for my pleasure” he growled behind you, slapping your already red ass harshly as you jolted from the action.

“only for me, yeah?” he asked, small grunts falling from his lips as he panted from behind you. his dick thrusted at a violent pace, his balls slapping against your skin loudly.

you didn’t answer him, you couldn’t.

your vision was cloudy and your mind was fogged up, pleasure was no longer in the question—you were in pain.

you felt overwhelmed and uncomfortable, the burning sensation rising more and more by the second as he continued to fuck you from behind.

you knew fred was close, and wanted him to cum. but he wasn’t and that’s what made you start to break.

you wanted to continue for him, but when you realized he wasn’t slowing down—you couldn’t keep going.

“stupid little whore, incompetent of speaking like a normal fucking person” he spat when you didn’t answer, his words sending you over the edge as tears streamed down your face.

“gryffindor!” your safe word slipped past your lips before you could process anything, your mind going fuzzy as fred waisted no time in pulling out.

“gryffindor! g-gryffindor, gryffindor” you babbled out, your body shaking and your mind so gone that you didn’t even notice fred had stopped.

“darling, princess hey” your boyfriend cooed, falling into his soft and caring self as he cautiously touched your arm, stroking it gently to bring you back, “hey baby, freddie’s here.”

your legs curled up to your chest as you extended your arms out for him, your bottom lip quivering as you begged for him to hold you.

fred didn’t hesitate to take you into his arms, his bare body enveloping your small and tired figure as you cried into his chest.

you felt stupid for saying your safe word. you’ve never had to before, so why would you do it now?

“i-i’m sorry” you rushed out, hiding your face in his chest as his eyebrows furrowed together, “i’m sorry f-for ruining your high—”

“baby you did absolutely nothing wrong. i’m sorry for not noticing your discomfort” he cut off, lifting your chin up gently so your eyes would meet his.

“you didn’t ruin anything, okay? and i’m so glad you told me.”

“r-really?” you sniffled, slightly confused since you thought fred would lowkey be mad at you.

this was the first time in almost a week you had slept with fred, yes he was your boyfriend but school and exams had consumed both your schedules.

you thought he would be mad because he waited so long for a release, and you ruined it by chickening out.

but fred would never in a million years shame you for using your safe word.

heck, he was the one who suggested having a safe word, claiming he wanted you to feel comfortable no matter what was going on.

“yes really. you did exactly what i told you, you used your safe word.”

you nodded in response with a small smile, fred wiping away your tears before kissing your puffy lips softly.

“i’m sorry for hurting you, princess. i never wanted to make you uncomfortable” he whispered, his voice softening as you shook your head quickly.

“it was just too much for tonight, and i know you’d never intentionally hurt me, freddie.”

“i’m still sorry, love. i’ll be more aware next time” he promised, giving you another kiss as you smiled once again against him.

“now, you go take a nice warm bath and i’ll sneak into the kitchen and get us some snacks. how does that sound?” he suggested, your heart swelling as you nodded in response.

“that sounds great, freddie.”

“just don’t get caught by filch” you add, fred chuckling as he shakes his head at the thought.

“that would be dreadful. i much rather prefer cuddling with you than him.”

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[ghostdrew22]

i am such a fucking sucker for the “hold my jaw with your hand and tilt my face upwards so that our eyes meet because i’m shorter and you’re taller and we can both feel the tension as you look down at my lips and then back up again quickly before the moment’s lost” cliches so can u maybe write something like that for Draco and Slytherin reader please

Five || Draco Malfoy

I REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS THE OTHER DAY (AND I FUCKING MISSED IT LIKE A DUMBASS BITCH BUT I’LL DO SOMETHING IF I GET TO 200) THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! <3

I did get a bit carried away with the banter but it’s only because I seriously love this trope and the build-up is the best part, anyway I hope you like it and  I hope the ending made you happy! <3

Thank you for this request, I honestly had so much fun writing it, it’s adorable!

Requested: Yes Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!fem!reader Warnings: swearing and major cockblocking, I feel like it’s quite fluffy but if there’s anything you think I should add let me know <3 Summary: Y/N and Draco have been desperately trying to relieve the tension between them both but someone always has to get in the way.

WORDS : 1955

Fred Weasley is your best friend.

Fred Weasley is, also, a massive piece of shit.

Not that you don’t love him because of course you do, he is your best friend after all.  

Buuuut, that doesn’t mean he’s without his flaws. For example, he’s got a disgusting habit of getting in the way of your romantic endeavors, especially when they involve Draco Malfoy. And it’s not even because Fred’s into you, because he’s definitely not, but it gives him an odd sense of pleasure to watch your jaw clench when he interrupts one of you and Draco’s ‘moments’, as he likes to call them. It’s his hobby.

“Y/N…” Fred whines as he tugs on your right arm.

“No.”

“Please?” He pouts and you roll your eyes as you pry his hand off of your arm.

“No, I told you that I hate watching your practices.”

He gasps dramatically and places a hand on his heart. “Because you don’t love me?”

“Because it’s so bloody cold that I almost freeze my toes off every time.”

“You can wear my jumper.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“And the Slytherins are practicing with us today.”

“I know, I am one dumbass.”

“So you’ll come?”

“No Fred, let it go for fucks sake.”

By now you ought to know that you can never win an argument with Fred Weasley, but it’s nice to pretend. After a further 5 minutes of arguing he’d somehow gotten you in his jumper, pulled you down toward the Quidditch pitch and left you sitting by the bleachers while he walked down to the field to join practice.

“Bloody hell.” You mutter to yourself as you watch the ginger skip down to join his teammates. You hear a chuckle erupt from your left and turn to find Draco approaching you.

“So we’re wearing Weasley’s clothes now?” Draco raises his eyebrows at you as he stops to stand right in front of you.

You laugh and shove his chest playfully. “We’re not doing anything but I’m relishing in the warmth of Fred’s jumper. Nothing warmer on planet earth.”

“My arms beg to differ.”

You laugh and shake your head. “You’re such a nonce, go practice.”

“I think I’d much rather stand here with you if I’m being honest.”

“I don’t blame you.” You shrug, “I can’t imagine anyone who’d prefer the company of a sweaty Quidditch team compared to me.”

“Cocky.”

“But with reason, no?” You raise your eyebrows with a playful smirk.

He doesn’t respond but instead clenches his jaw to wipe away the smile that was begging to surface.

When his eyes finally turn back to meet yours there’s an atmosphere of tension that envelopes you both once again. You can’t tell how long the two of you stand there staring into each other’s eyes, it could be seconds, minutes, hours. But it all fades away into nothing when his blue hues travel down to capture the sight of your lips, and you have to swallow hard to reconnect with planet earth again.

His fingers grace the space beneath your chin softly, pulling your face up so that he can stare directly down into your eyes because Merlin, he’s so tall. And you think that this is it, he’s going to kiss you, because why wouldn’t he when his lips are so close that you can practically feel the air expelling from his lungs coming into contact with your face.

His lips barely brush over your own when,

Fred fucking Weasley happens.

“Oi, Malfoy! We’re all waiting down here for you so that we can get started.”

You groan in frustration as Draco lets his hand fall and a heavy sigh escapes him.

“I’m coming.” He responds curtly, frustration clearly lacing his voice, and Fred resists the urge to smirk from behind you both - he fails.

“Hurry up then!” Fred responds and you send Draco an apologetic look.

“I hate him, I want you to know that I actually hate him.” Draco says simply.

You laugh and shake your head, “Go on.”

“Weasley:1 and Malfoy:0.” Fred says to Draco when he finally reaches the bottom of the stands.

“You’ve got a load more than 1 at this point.”

“I know but I like to refresh the score every week so that you feel the weight of my power, you know?”

Draco doesn’t respond.

But Fred does get a nice taste of grass when his face comes in contact with the ground because Draco tripped him.

“You git!” Fred exclaims as he jumps off the ground and starts to chase after Draco - who’s running off with a mischievous laugh and a glint in his eyes.

~~~

Blaise Zabini is Draco’s best friend.

Blaise Zabini, like Fred Weasley, is also a massive piece of shit.

“Y/N, please pass me that.” Draco mumbles as he stirs the cauldron. You oblige and grab what he was gesturing to before passing it to him. Your fingers run over each other for just a moment and you can’t help that small smile that finds its way onto your lips.

“We studying together after school today?”

Draco turns to you with an apologetic look and you sigh, “I’m so sorry Y/N, I’ve got detention.”

“What did you do to get detention this time?” You ask with a roll of your eyes and he gives you a sheepish smile.

“Promise you won’t be mad.”

“I’m already mad.”

“Y/N…” He whines and you roll your eyes again but sigh in agreement.

“Fine, I won’t get mad.”

“You know the flag pole out front?” He raises his eyebrows at you as he finishes up with the potion and sits comfortably in his seat beside you.

You nod hesitantly, “Yes…” 


“So, Blaise dared me to-“

“I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t take anymore of Blaise’s dares?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Okay, yes, but this one was too hard to resist. He looked at me like I wouldn’t do it!”

“You’re a pussy.”

“I guess I am what I eat.” He says with a smile and you feel the air leave your lungs.

You look up at him with the intention of clapping back with something smart. But how can you possibly say anything when he’s looking down at you like that.

Merlin, if this boy doesn’t kiss you-

“Sorry, don’t mind me, just passing through.” Blaise says as he steps in between you and Draco to grab your notebook off the table. You’d told him earlier that if he needed help then he could borrow your notes, but you hadn’t meant that he could borrow them right as you were about to get a kiss from the Slytherin Prince.

You peer your eyes at him and notice a faint smirk on his lips. oh. He was not just passing through, he was cockblocking and he was cockblocking you hard.

He turns to leave with your notes and, without even thinking, you and Draco both spread your legs out. Blaise, fixed intently on the writing in front of him, doesn’t notice what’s happening until he’s already halfway toward the ground.

In retrospect he had it coming. He’s been working with Fred for weeks now to keep you and Draco from finally locking lips. Was it objectively deserved? No. Did it feel good? Hell fucking yes.

But Snape seemed to think that it was out of order, and that was how you got yourself a front row seat in detention, next to Draco.

“I’m surprised Fred wasn’t in detention.” Draco mumbles as the two of you finally leave the detention classroom.

“He reserves Thursdays for detention.” You respond and Draco laughs. “To be honest, I was half-expecting Blaise.”

“Oh no way.” He shakes his head as the two of you walk down the hallway. “His mom will kill him, and me for that matter, if he gets another detention this year.” Draco adds with grimace.

“Why you?”

“I’m usually the one who ropes him into stupid shit.”

You giggle, “No surprise there.”

“Uncalled for!”

“Considering your track record it was 100% called for!” You exclaim as laughter continues to shake you about. You don’t even notice how far ahead of Draco you are, until he wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you back toward him.

Your face almost collides with his chest and you let out a yelp at the sudden movement. When you move your head up to look at him and ask him what he’s doing, you find that words escape you completely.

“Y/N.” Draco whispers as he brings his face down to yours.

“Draco.” You whisper back with an inquisitive smile.

“We’re alone.”

You turn your head a bit and observe that the hallway is, in fact, completely abandoned. “Holy shit, it seems like you’re right.”

He smiles down at you, “I’m tired of dancing around this, I want to kiss you.”

“Then do it.”

His lips are inches, inches, away from your own when some random first year stumbles into the hallway, whistling about like he’s auditioning to be fucking Mickey Mouse. You’re so frustrated that you don’t even know what you’re saying until the words have already left your mouth.

“If you do not leave right fucking now I will hex you so badly that your unborn grandchildren will feel it.”

The student’s eyes widen and they immediately turn back the way they came from.

“Well that was-“ Draco starts but you cut him off as you grasp the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss you.

Maybe all the tension was worth it, because wow.

Draco sighs happily against your lips as his hands find home on your waist. It’s almost too perfect, like the two of you are doing a dance that you’ve rehearsed over and over again. The kiss goes on for so long that you completely lose track of time, almost forgetting that you need oxygen to live.

But then, once again, Fred fucking Weasley happens.

Except for once, he’s too late.

“Oh for fucks sake, no!” Fred groans as he steps into the hallway and you grin as you pull apart from Draco to face him.

“Suck on that, Fred!” You exclaim as you stick your tongue out at him.

“Weasley:3. Malfoy:1.” Draco adds.

“Actually…” You start as you stare into Fred’s eyes and use your hand to bring Draco’s lips down to yours. “Malfoy:2.”

“3.” Draco adds as he pecks your lips again.

“4.” You smile widely.

“If you don’t stop I will dye both of your heads red.” Fred says with a playful glare.

“I say do it just for the hell of it.” Blaise shrugs as he joins the conversation from out of nowhere.

“That includes you Zabini.”

“What the fuck, why?” Blaise asks in disbelief and you and Draco struggle to hold in your laughs.

“You didn’t do your part in preventing this!”

“Excuse me but last time I checked this was a two man job!?”

“Well, thanks to this one man’s failure,” Fred starts as he pushes an accusatory finger into Blaise’s chest, “We all have to suffer the wrath of Draco and Y/N’s sappiness!”

“How was it my failure when it was your turn to watch them?”

Draco chuckles and your eyes immediately leave the two arguing boys to find Draco’s. He smiles goofily down at you and you smile back. “We should’ve picked nicer friends.”

“As if anyone else would put up with us.” You respond with a smirk and he nods.

“Fair.”

That familiar tension from before is back, except now with a hint of something else- assurance perhaps? The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a while before those blue iris’s find the curvature of your lips again and you swallow hard with the growing anticipation.

“5?” He asks breathily and you merely grab the back of his neck to capture him in a kiss.

When you finally pull away all you whisper back is, “5.”

<~>

Everyday I wake up and wonder, why am I a dumbass bitch? University of Kent just offered me conditional acceptance but I don’t think they’re going to accept me because I have NOT met the conditions, and it’s literally just because I have one braincell that can’t do math.

Anway, if you have any feedback on whether I should do a fluff or angst sequel for ‘Falling Out Of Love With Astoria Greengrass’ then please let me know <3

love you all,

your favourite shitshow, jean <3

[potter-imagines]

Pre-Game Rituals (Fred Weasley)

Request: Hiya!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with Fred. Where Ginny kind of idolises her like at hogwarts she’s always goes up to the reader and asks if she can do her hair for quidditch practice or something...

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4.3k

The common room was dead with activity for a Saturday, although that was in large part due to the anticipated match up between Gryffindor and Slytherin tonight. You loved attending Quidditch games, especially seeing as most of your friends were on the Gryffindor team and you got to cheer them on alongside Hermione. Getting to see your boyfriend knocking opponents around and acting as a human bowling ball was an obvious plus as well. Before most games, your boyfriend would coin you into a pre-game ritual, which happened to be a nap. He claimed these snooze sessions next to you gave him his energy to play but, you’d seen him take his O.W.L.s on two hours of sleep and a ‘stay-awake’ creation him and his twin brewed up. Cuddled up in bed sounded like a blissful dream to you on any given occasion but currently, you were in the middle of another event. Not only did you have a pre-game ritual with your boyfriend, you also had one with his little sister who was on the team as well. A few hours to the start of every Gryffindor match, Ginerva Weasley goes prancing around the castle with her hairbrush in hand, searching for you and today was no different.

Your fingers brushed through the ginger locks as you separated the left half of Ginny’s hair into three parts. The silk like strands slipped through your parted fingers as you detangled the frizzed knots. Ginny’s hair was by far the most beautiful you had seen so you hardly turned down her request when she’d ask you to braid her hair. Her deep red hair mixed with auburn tones and long wisps was a unique find outside Hogwarts. Having the Weasley siblings around meant you saw a head of ginger around nearly every corner. In the Muggle world though, you had only passed a few with hair that resembled theirs.

However in those sightings, you never saw a single person whose hair was as fiery and bold as Ginny’s. There were times Ginny despised the color as it made her stick out like a sore thumb and put no mystery in identifying her. Everyone knew on sight that she was a Weasley. To you, she felt the flaming shade complimented Ginny, as well as her personality, to perfection. The youngest Weasley differed immensely from her siblings. Not only in terms of gender, personality as well. It could be argued she was the bravest of the bunch. Already faster on the Quidditch pitch than her older brother Ron, and possibly sneakier than her older twin brothers, Fred and George.

With a small pull, you began to braid from the top of Ginny’s head. You raked in a new strand of hair after every weave. Ginny’s hair was not only long but thick and heavy in weight. It always took a bit more force and harsh knotting to make sure the braids actually stuck, especially seeing as she’d be flying like the wind in a few hours, she needed them tight.

Ginny Weasley sat lazily in a criss-cross style shoulders hunched forward. It was unusual for her not to be talking your ear off in these moments. Ginny always had a story to share, a secret to tell, or an embarrassing memory of her brothers to spill. There was yet to come a day where she ran out of cringe worthy moments of your boyfriend, and her brother, Fred, to leak. In those countless hair sessions, a friendship outside your connection to Ginny through Fred formed. Within a month of hanging out with the youngest Weasley, you sincerely considered her to be a close friend. Between the endless laughter and feistiness of Ginny, a strong friendship grew. You could tell something was off but with Ginny, it was better to give her time to come around and at least open up a bit before you questioned her.

That moment seemed to be approaching as the bottom section of the braid fell from your grasp as Ginny moved her frame abruptly. Her head falling to face the floor caused your hold in her hair to grab her body back a bit. Resting your hand on her shoulder, you leaned her back so she was up snug against the bottom of the couch you sat on.

“You gotta stop fidgeting, Gin. Your braid is gonna be crooked if you keep squirming around!” You smiled softly down at Ginny but as her head turned to face you, you were shocked to find her face was dull, long like a horse. That one-of-a-kind glimmering light that typical lit her eyes was blown out. The residue left a worrisome display instead. She sent you an apologetic look then turned back to face the fire. Her body was as straight as a line and as stiff as Harry’s Great Aunt.

“Sorry… just a bit distracted.” The raspiness in her voice made you wonder if she felt ill. Usually before a match the young girl couldn’t sit still! Her knees would bounce in excitement and you’d have to pin her down to get the braids in but today, she was hardly moving an inch. Pausing your braid in the middle of her scalp, you arch your brows to Ginny.

“What’s on your mind Ginny?”

“A bit nervous about the match- that’s all.” She dismissed your worries with a sigh, clearly still crackling under stress. Although Ginny was your boyfriend's little sister, with time, she became your little sister. You stopped thinking of her as Fred’s sister and one of your best friends. Seeing her flooded with pressure caused concern in you as well but she looked up to you and it was partially your duty to make sure the self doubts you had as a young girl never disrupted Ginny.

Giving the girl a gentle smile, your hands began to rake through her hair again. The first braid was half way done so you resumed your work as you reassured her,

“Slytherin never plays fair but I believe in you guys. You’re gonna pull it off, don’t stress. Just fly clear of Malfoy and Flint and you should be fine.”

“Yeah you’re right…” She trailed off. Furrowing your fixation on her hair, you slowly pried further.

“What else is the matter-” But before you could seek out any further information, your body jerked forward as two arms snaked around your upper body. You shrieked in freight then quickly whipped your head around to see Fred Weasley grinning down at you. Should’ve guessed, you thought to yourself. He was bound to come searching for you sooner or later and drag you to his room for a nap.

“Ah, I was wondering where the two of you snuck off to. Good afternoon, angel.” Fred leaned his head towards you to kiss your cheek. After leaving one, he left another, and another, and another until you had to push him back. You managed to hold onto the already started braid as you held Fred back with your hand on his chest. His hand immediately went to cover yours and squeeze on your grip, then pulled away glancing between his sister sitting in front of you and yourself.

“Hello, lovie. Where is the other, less annoying half of you?” You smiled a sickly sweet grin to Fred as he gave you a warning glare. Reaching up, you used your free hand to pull Fred down by his collar and placed a sugared kiss to his lips. Always ready for your affection Fred returned the kiss softly, his hands cupping around your chin to leaned your head back. An awkward cough ruined the mood as Ginny fidgetted silently. Fred released his grip on your face at once and threw his leg over the couch. Inviting himself into the conversation, he threw either leg over the maroon couch and slipped in besides you. His face was bright and gleeful, the apples of his cheeks a tint red. The orange hair sprouting down to his shoulders was brighter, shinier than normal. You felt your heart race at the sight. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, Fred glued himself snug to your side.

“Flirting with Alicia or Katie, can’t tell,” He tossed his head back to motion over to his twin talking up your friends in the corner. The three were laughing and talking hushly, all huddled close. You stopped your hands to glance over, then looked down as you felt Ginny moving beneath you.  Fred drummed his finger on the right unbraided, half of her head causing the girl to blindly swing her arm backwards trying to swat at him. You scolded him sternly, threatening him if he messed up the half you were working on. Chuckling at her flailing arms and your attempt at being stern, Fred leaned back into the couch and tossed his arm around your shoulder. “You ready for the big match, Gin?”

Although the only portion visible was the backside of her head, both Fred and yourself watched her shudder and wince at the inquiry. Fred was happier than ever which was a typical mood for him on any given day but especially the day of a match. Most felt the nervous butterflies and sickening feeling before an important game but Fred? You were almost 100% positive Fred had never experienced the feeling of anxiousness. His confidence seemed to flourish under pressure.

Ginny was never to the big stage, though. She didn’t bask in the glory and attention the same way her brothers did. There was that fear of not living up to everyones expectations that crept into her mind as she took the pitch each match. Ginny ducked her head as she scratched the side of her neck.

“Uh huh.” Ginny’s sigh earned a frown on Fred’s lips. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t adorable. The concern read from his features as he sent you a short look. He had an idea based off the alarming gleam in your eyes, but as her brother, he wasn’t willing to back off. His long arms tightened around your shoulder as he tilted his head to Ginny in question.

“You don’t sound very confident at all- what’s the matter with you? It’s the biggest match of the season!” He cheered loudly, causing the young girl to jump in her spot. You tucked the three strands in a weaving pattern trying everything in your power to finish as quickly as you could so Ginny would be free to escape this conversation. Maybe it was a male thing but Fred was just not reading the room correctly. Between Ginny’s uncomfortable shifting and your stern stares, he still just wasn’t understanding her nerves. You snatched the hair tie off the couch cushion and wrapped it around the end of her braid. Tapping his side with your elbow, you looked to Fred sternly.

“I think she realizes that, Fred. Let’s not stress her out even more.” Your tone was pointed and you expected Fred to pick up but clearly, it went straight over his head. This earned a raspy chuckle of disbelief from Fred. Slipping his grip from your waist, Fred leaned forward. Placing his elbows on his knees, his chin rested in the palm of his hands. He had a teasing look as he scoffed,

“Stressed? Since when has a game ever stressed you out, Ginny? You’re the youngest starter on our team! There’s no need to be worried about anything.” Fred’s face was bright with excitement at thought at the upcoming match. His rosy cheeks were squished as he smiled gleefully. A loud groan emanated from Ginny as she threw her head back in frustration, though remained silent. Her once lively orbs reddening by the second as salty tears brimmed. The grin vanished from Fred’s face. He turned to you in confusion, his face resembling that of a wounded puppy.

At times, Fred had moments where he didn’t particularly like his little sister, but he always loved her. It was the brotherly instinct in him; the constant need to keep a watchful eye out for Ginny. He knew she could hold her own, but he couldn’t help that protective nature. Sending him a sharp look, you muttered quietly under your breath,

“Nice work…”

The common room was slowly beginning to scatter out as students made the most of their time before the big match. You caught a glimpse of George walking out the portrait with Lee by his side. You wondered what kind of mischief they were up to, it certainly couldn’t be anything good. Harry and Ron were trudging up the staircase to their room assumingly and Hermione was sitting on the opposite side of the room reading quietly. The atmosphere was relaxed like the calm before a storm. Win or lose, the common room would be buzzing with energy tonight. It was just a matter of happy celebration, or tense aftermath of defeat.

You reached out for the right half of Ginny’s hair and repeated your steps. You parted the bright strands and braided them tightly.

Fred on the other hand was lost to his sister’s emotions and eager for answers. Reaching forward, Fred squeezed Ginny’s shoulder in a comforting manner. His face was scrunched together in concern as he sweetly asked her,

“… what’s the matter, little one? I’m sure your big brother can help.”

You had to physically bite your tongue to keep from ‘aweing’ at him. The one thing you loved more than anything about Fred was how caring and comforting he could be. Your heart was dripping in adoration. There had been a handful of moments you heard Fred refer to Ginny as ‘Little One’. It was typically in mocking sense or playful, however in her fragile moments, it was said with such serenity and gentleness. He was always there to help his little sister and protect her. You couldn’t help but imagine how great of a dad Fred would be in the future. He was the only man you could ever see yourself with and knowing how great of a person he truly is just made you even more certain.

Standing from the couch, Fred shuffled around the two of you so he was sitting in front of Ginny. She sniffled quietly using the sleeve of her sweater to rub her eyes. Your eyes darted between the half finished braid and the pair. Fred was patient in giving Ginny her time and finally, she came around.

“What if I lose it for us? If we don’t win, everyone is gonna hate me! It’ll be my fault and Oliver will probably kick me off the team and I’ll have nothing! And you’ll all be mad at me and mum and dad will be disappointed-” Her frantic ramble was shut down when Fred started to talk over her. It was a crazy thought; one he could not allow to marinate in her mind.

“What’re you talking about? Do you even hear yourself, Ginny?” His voice was booming causing both Ginny and yourself to jump in surprise. Your eyes met for a brief second before he took a deep breath, “First off; Oliver Wood has lost a handful of matches for us and he’s still our captain. I mean, Harry has fallen off his bloody broomstick how many times and he’s still our top Seeker! You’re the best one on that pitch Ginny- well besides George and I, but you know what I mean.” Fred chuckled a bit as a small smile cracked on Ginny’s lips. Her eyes lifted from the ground to glance up at her brother. From your spot on the couch, you couldn’t read her features. You were also too invested in the braid to look away. But Fred bending down to wrap his arms around his sister and practically squish her was answer enough. Ginny squealed at Fred’s bone crushing grip, pleading with him to let go.

You rolled your eyes at the siblings, laughing to yourself as you finished securing the hair tie in the finished braid. Leaning back you smoothed your fingers over the weaved pattern. Her hair was somehow more ginger in this style and you adored it. Peaking your head over Ginny’s shoulder, you pointed out,

“And I don’t think it’s even possible for your parents to be disappointed in you. Fred, George and Ron destroyed the family car and your parents still love them and forgave them.”

“Well I wouldn’t say forgave-” Fred winced as he recalled the event. It had been years and Molly still brought it up when she was angry with the boys. They all knew it was something they’d never fully live down in Molly’s eyes. Even on her deathbed Fred was certain she’d find a way to bring it up. Flicking the material of his sweatshirt, you glared playful at Fred for his interruption. You wrapped Ginny in a hug from behind, your arms captured around her shoulders. She melted in your grip, embracing your comforting hold. Fred folded his legs together and just sort of watched.

There was a sudden jolt of awe, that moment where everything just clicked. It came out of nowhere like a car speeding through a red light. His back pressed into the coffee table for support while he just stared. There was no one more important in this world to Fred Weasley than his family. Seeing his little sister hurt and finding solace in you, it was difficult for Fred to string together the proper words on how it made him feel. The emotions brewing inside him were entirely new- like the feeling of opening presents on Christmas morning and finding you got everything that you asked for. This sheer hypnotic haze that covered Fred went unbeknownst to you as your attention stayed locked on Ginny.

“What I’m trying to say is, it really is just a game. No one's gonna disown you if you make a mistake; Freddie here makes twenty mistakes before breakfast every morning. And even if they are bigger and play dirty, you’re faster and smarter than their entire lineup combined. We all believe in you, Ginny. I’ve seen you do it a million different times and I’ll be right there cheering you on.” Letting go of her, your head lifted to greet the eyes of Fred Weasley. Immediately you took notice of the change in his gaze. Still mesmerizing as ever to be under, yet heavier than before. Instead of throwing a childish jab back, he just held your stare, speechless for once.

Your head tilted in confusion at his odd behavior as Ginny placed her hands on either side of her body to push herself up. This seemed to pull Fred from his trance as he mimicked her actions and stood from the floor. Brushing off her pants and sweater, she gave you both a look of gratitude and said,

“Thank you, Y/n. It really means a lot- thank you too, Freddie.”

“ ‘course, we’ll always be here for you- even if we do lose, you’ll still be my favorite sister.” Fred said with a cheek smirk. Ginny rolled her eyes in slight annoyance. Just when he was sweet, he was sour once again.

“I’m your only sister Fred but thanks. I should probably go get some homework finished so I’ll see you down at the pitch later. Thanks for doing my hair, Y/n. You’re the best- I wish you really were my sister.”

“So you’re telling me, after all this time, I’m not your sister?” You asked teasingly. Ginny laughed happily, clearly pleased with your response. Fred knew how much Ginny looked up to you, how badly she wants to follow in your footsteps, and it makes him thrilled. Not only does he loves how much his sister adores you, but how great of a role model you are to her. He understood how easy it could be to shove her away or dismiss her, and Fred wouldn’t blame you if you did. However you never once turned Ginny away and it played a role in his feelings evolving so intensely. Her cheeks tinted red as she gave you one last wave and skipped up the steps to her dorm. As she disappeared from view, you looked over to Fred only to see his eyes already planted on you. The weight of his stare was suffocating and made you fidget. The second you met his gaze, Fred’s mouth dropped open as he confessed,

“I’m in love with you.” The word vomit rolled effortlessly from his lips. The contagious smile Fred seemed to constantly cause rose to your face. Having been together for some years, Fred was no stranger to broadcasting his feelings for you. Something about this felt more serious than the other times. Sinking into the cushion, you nodded over to the boy in agreeance.

“I’m in love with you, too.” Shaking his head, Fred lunged forward so he was kneeling in front of you. His hands slipped inside your own as he set your intertwined hands in your lap. That playfulness has been swept away as his eyes read full honesty. Fred’s soft features were rough, sharp on the edges as his jaw clenched with tension. Giving your hand a loving squeeze, Fred locked his eyes on yours.

“No, Y/n, I’m like, Alice fell down the rabbit hole, deeply in love with you- I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Just… promise me you’ll stick around, okay?” His voice was filled with worry and fear. You jumped forward to crunch him in a tight embrace. Fred chuckled at your abruptness but exchanged the hug nonetheless. His fingers trailed up and down the bones of your spine drawing circles and shapes as he rubbed your back. You could feel his nose pressing into your hair and soon enough, a sloppy kiss was planted on your head. Grinning like a fool, you glanced up to him with a cheesy smile.

“Hate to break it to you, Fred, but I’m not going anywhere, sorry.” You remarked, reaching up on your tippy toes to kiss his lips. Fred leaned into your lips, his hands wrapping around your waist for support. As he pulled away, you noticed that one of a kind glint reached his eyes. Before you could hypothesize his next move, Fred’s arm swooped around your lower back to scoop you up from your legs. He lifted you up and repositioned so he was carrying you in his arms. You hollered in surprise as Fred just chuckled.

“Good, don’t think I’d let you anyhow, angel. Now c’mon, someone owes me a nap.” He stated, sending you a cheeky wink. Fred began to walk towards the stairwell heading towards the boys dormitory. Clinging to his arm, you glared deathly to Fred.

“If you drop me I am writing to Molly the second I can reach a quill and parchment.” You threatened. Fred walked through the opening to the staircase then started to skip up the steps, still holding your body. You shook with every step, trying your best to mask your giggles with angry looks and sneers. Tightening his face, Fred thought on it for a moment then scowled at the idea.

“Relax, Y/n. Don’t have to take it that far- I just said I’m in love with you and that’s how you’re gonna treat me.” He teased you. His room was on the second to top floor and you could tell you were approaching by the way he slowed down. Fred’s fingers tickled at your side as he made his way towards his door. Instead of setting you down, Fred swung the door open still grasping on to you. He wasted no time slamming the door shut and practically flinging you onto his bed. Your melodic laughter filled every inch of his room making Fred glow red in pleasure. He tugged off his robes and tie, then crawled into his bed next to you. You reached over the side of the mattress for a comfy shirt of his and some pajama pants he kept lying around. He couldn’t tear his gaze, nor did he want to. Winking over to Fred, you threw his comforter over your body and cuddled up next to him.

“If it’s any constellation, I’m like, furthest rock down in the ocean, deeply in love with you.” You admitted softly. Fred’s head snapped down in your direction as he grinned to himself,

“I reckon that’s gotta count for something, love. But could we switch so I’m the little spoon? You know we’ll lose the match if I’m not and then it’ll be your fault, not Ginny’s.”

You let out a dramatic groan as you flipped around to throw your arm over Fred. His face was lit in joy as he snuggled into your hold. You smiled to yourself as you felt his lips brush against your hand and leave a small trail of kisses on each finger. Fred and his rituals, you laughed to yourself as the feeling of sleep entered your body and your eyes fell shut. The soothing sound of Fred humming was a perfect lullaby for any person to find sleep in but it had become your favorite sound. Soon, Fred would have to get ready and go face Slytherin but for now, your arms seemed to be the only place he wanted to be.

[amazingmaeve]

Candlelit - Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley Masterlist // Harry Potter Masterlist

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Fred have been married for a year and have been trying to get pregnant for 6 months. But nothing’s happened. What makes it even worse is that Ginny already had a baby and Hermione announces she’s pregnant.

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, swearing, mentions of sex, fluff at the end

AN: not my gif

Y/N sighed as she washed her hands in the bathroom. She and Fred were at the family’s house for dinner where Hermione announced something.

She was pregnant.

Don’t get her wrong Y/N was happy for her friend and sister basically. But that problem was with herself.

Y/N and Fred got married a year ago after dating since their 4th year. But sixth month ago they want to have a baby and started trying.

Every month Y/N got her monthly visit she would more and more disappointed. Fred was staying optimistic for her.

Later that week Fred went to see if it was his fault and it wasn’t so the problem was with her Y/N thought. What would happen if she couldn’t have kids?

She stared at herself in the mirror and could feel tears prickle her eyes. Y/N could see a tear roll down her cheek.

She let out a sigh and bit her lip to stop herself from sobbing.

Y/N used the back of her hand to wipe the couple tears away. She had to make sure no one knew she was crying.

But she was pretty sure Fred knew. He knew how upset she was when she didn’t end up pregnant. He knew that this would hurt her.

God Ginny has already had a kid and Hermione has one on the way. What was wrong with her?

A knock on the door made her jump.

“I’ll be out in a second,” Y/N shouted after trying to make her eyes not look so red.

“Sweet heart,” Y/N heard Fred’s soft voice from the other side of the door.

It had been about 15 minutes after she told him she had to use the toilet. When she didn’t come back after 10 he got worried and decided to wait a couple minutes to see if she came back.

And when Y/N didn’t he went to go and find her.

“I’ll be out in a minute Fred,” Y/N cleared her throat.

Fred let out a sigh knowing he she was just crying from her hoarse voice.

“I’m coming in,” Fred Warner before opening the door to see Y/N sitting on the lid of the toilet. “Oh thank god I thought you didn’t finish,” He jokingly put his hand over his heart.

“Why couldn’t you just wait for me outside,” Y/N whispered looking down at her hands picking the skin around her nails. It was a nervous habit of hers.

“Because you’re my wife darling,” Fred knelt down in front of the girl who hadn’t looked up at him. “And I’ll always be there for you,” Fred put his hands on hers.

Y/N lifted her head to reveal the redness around her eyes. They were tears coating her eyes.

“It’s not fair,” Y/N murmurs looking at Fred who was looking at with comfort in his eyes.

“I know it’s not love,” Fred pulled Y/N up on her feet and pulled her into a hug. He rested his chin on the top of her head comfortingly rubbing his hand down her back.

Fred’s heart aches for his wife. He knows how it feels not having a kid but it’s worse for her. She thinks it’s her fault and he knows it’s not.

As Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and sobbed slightly into his chest.

“I know it may not seem like it but we’ll be happy I know it,” Fred murmured as he kissed her forehead.

Y/N backed away from Fred slightly his arms still around her waist.

“You sure,” Y/N asked as mascara stained around her eyes.

“I am darling,” Fred wiped his finger under her eye trying to wipe some of her tears but only ended up staining his hand with her mascara.

Y/N let out a laugh at something which made Fred scrunch his face with confusion.

“I think I ruined your shirt,” Y/N laughed and pointed to his shirt where she was crying and there sat two blotches of mascara.

Fred let out a laugh as he saw what happened to his shirt.

After that Y/N and Fred left to go to their flat since it was 11 and they needed to get to work the next day.

When they fell asleep Fred’s arms wrapped around her waist spooning her and pressed a kiss to her neck.

“We’ll be fine love,” He whispered. Y/N fell asleep hoping that she would get pregnant and have a baby of her own.

For the next month and a half Y/N and Fred have been at it like bunnies. Whenever they got a chance to be alone they had their clothes off in the next five minutes.

She also talked to Ginny and Hermione about her needs for a baby. Hermione apologized to her but Y/N told her it wasn’t her fault and she was happy for her and Ron.

Y/N was trying to be more optimistic but she had her days and Fred was always there for her on those days. But even if she didn’t get pregnant it didn’t matter all she needed was Fred.

And Y/N knew there were other ways to have a child and she knew her and Fred would try anything.

For the last couple of weeks Y/N and Fred have been so busy with work and with each other she didn’t notice she had missed her period. That was until she noticed it on the calendar what date it was.

Y/N didn’t get her hopes up but had excitement bubbling in the bottom of her stomach.

Y/N had gotten some magic pregnancy tests that would be 100 percent true if you took it. These test were right all the time since it was magic.

Y/N paced in the bathroom biting on a fingernail feeling nervous. She really hoped that this was happening.

When the timer went off Y/N froze before picking up the test with closed eyes making sure she didn’t touch the side with the pee on the side.

Y/N took a deep breath before opening her eyes and saw that the test held positive.

Tears stung Y/N’s eyes as she smiled. Finally it’s happening.

Y/N put the phone done thinking of the perfect way to tell Fred over a candlelit dinner. She called Fred while he was at work and told him she was making him dinner and had good news.

He promised Y/N to be home early and bid farewells before Y/N went to go and make some spaghetti.

Y/N loves spaghetti and now that she was pregnant it intensified.

A couple hours later the spaghetti was almost done and Y/N lit some candles to make it more romantic. She couldn’t wait to tell Fred, she knew he’d be excited as her.

She put the spaghetti on the plates as Fred entered the flat and ran his fingers through his hair. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed that his wife was already done with dinner.

He looked down at the watch and noticed he was a bit more late than he promised to be home.

“Damn it love I’m sorry I’m late,” Fred apologizes sitting down at the seat looking at the cooked meal.

“Don’t worry darling food just got finished,” Y/N pressed a kiss to his forehead before sitting down next to him.

Throughout dinner Y/N and Fred chatted about her day and Fred wondered what her surprise was.

He was happy to see a smile on her face and noticed something different about her.

“Ok what’s the surprise,” Fred asked as he wiped his mouth when he finished dinner.

“Ok don’t know how to say this,” Y/N put her hands on his.

“Use your words love,” Fred joked.

“I’m pregnant,” Y/N blurted out with a huge grin on her face.

Fred had a surprised and happy look on his face.

“What really,” Fred asked sitting up straighter than before.

“Yes Fred I’m serious I wouldn’t lie about this,” Y/N laughed squeezing his hand Fred pulled her into a hug and twirled her around with a grin.

He pressed his lips to hers and wrapped his hands around her waist.

“Told you love I knew it’d happen.”

[darthwheezely]

amanecer - f.w.

This is 100% based on my experiences waking up in the morning to Fred in my realities and when I tell you I cried writing this :,))))) so if it’s so bad I’m so sorry I wrote this in like one go

Warnings: minute angst, shirtless Fred (bow wOW) alludes to sex but nothing too crazy

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You couldn’t stop looking at him. Seriously, you just couldn’t. Why waste an opportunity to miss just admiring the way his eyes fluttered in the midst of a dream, or the way his breath hitched when producing light snores, or how his short but still kinda floppy red hair hit his eyes sometimes in moving and he batted at it like a cat trying to move it.

You were a goner for your husband, Fred. That was to be expected.

From the day he walked in in Potions fifth year to the day you had your first fight that left you in tears to the day he pulled you into the lake wearing all your clothes and screamed “shIT I DROPPED THE RING HOLD ON-“ - you had all you needed. He had inserted himself loudly and albeit, clumsily into your world, and Fred Weasley was never quite one for giving up. And thank god he didn’t. You could’ve made as many walls and obstacles for yourself to hide but oh no, he still managed to break through every time.

“You’re annoying when you care,” you had told him through tears countless times.

“You’re annoying when you assume I don’t, love” he had responded softly back to you.

But then there were these moments. Moments like these that continued to tarnish the idea that you could not possibly fall more in love with this man - waking up next to him.

You had brought your index finger to trace his defined cheekbones and his chiseled jaw, letting his skin barely be touched by your hand. He hummed softly at your connection there in sleeping, and you let the back of your hand ghost his neck and chin.

At this point he had started to shift and had clumsily thrown his arm out pulling you in as close as possible to his bare body, causing you to leave light, soft kisses to every freckle on his chest. At this he started to stir.

“Good morning, Mrs. Weasley” his eyes still shut, but his mouth quirked in a lazy little smile. His hands moved to thread your hair. You always found his morning voice to be intensely sexy (as it was deeper than George’s regular voice) but there was also something soft in the way he used your shared name there, too.

“Good morning, Mr. Weasley”

“Angel, are you trying to seduce me at” he opened one eye like a cartoon character looking at the clock. “-6:45 in the morning?”

“No, Fred, that was yesterday” He chuckled and rolled his eyes, taking the opportunity of your distraction to flip you over so he was on top, peppering kisses down from the top of your head, to your nose, lips (for a bit longer than anticipated, naturally) then down the column of your throat. You giggled against his touch. When he hit your collarbone you pulled him back to your mouth, his lips tasting like the remnants of firewhiskey and marshmallows from the s’mores and drinks crafted in your fire pit the night previously.

“Probably taste like cavities” he murmured against your lips before pressing his mouth to yours again.

“No that’s what George tastes like, Freddie”

“Okay, that’s it-“ he tickled you then, your sides and face scrunching up and him giving you a kiss attack all over your body like a puppy. But then he stopped.

“Y/N, baby, look” he pulled you to sit up and look at the window.

The sun had began to rise over the lake by your home, the reflection of warm oranges and yellows and reds reflecting across the water. The sky had erupted in an orchestra of colors, and it was all for you and your husband to see.

“Good morning, my love.”

“Good morning, Freddie.”

[lunnybunny12]

sirius black x reader where they have a kid maybe? just something fluffy :)

Sirius Black x Reader (I’ll think about it)

Thank you to @msmb for the request. hope you enjoy 

A/N: In this fic, Voldemort died after killing James and Lily and that was the end of him 100%. (Set after the prizoner of azkaban. Sirius is a free man and harry lives the pair of you.)

Master list

"Please, (Y/N) I want one"

"You think you're responsible enough for one?

"Yes. I'll feed it, water it, hell ill even teach it to sit on command." Sirius joked, following you into the kitchen.

The Weasley house was full of life, as usual. Filled to the brim with colourful personalities that all seemed to intertwine into a perfectly knitted jumper known as your family. If you could describe the scene in front of you in one word it would me "Wholesome" While Molly was cooking up another round of pancakes, Arthur was hugging her from behind and all of the children were sat at the table stuffing their faces.

"Are the pair of you talking about getting a dog? Because if so, I'd happily walk it" Harry said taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

Your husband whined as his hands wrapped around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

With an amused smile, you answered "Shush! we don't need that topic brought up AGAIN."

"So a cat?" Ginny asked with a bright smile.

You heard Molly chuff. "Ginny dear. The day your Aunt gets a cat is the day hell freezes over" She smiled dumping another pile of hot pancakes on the table with a huff.

"Right on the money, Sissy." You said finding a spot to sit.

Molly wasn't really your sister but she might as well have been. You'd practically known each other from birth and had been best friends ever since. She was always there, where ever she went you went with her. You were there when she met Arthur and she as there when Sirius asked you out.

"Well, what is it? "Arthur chirped "You've been talking about it all week."

"Arthur! that's none of our business" Molly slapped his arm.

When you turned to Sirius, he was looking at the kids. They were all so happy, just chatting away amongst themselves, naive to what the world was like. It radiated off of all of them and it gave off a contagious feeling of cheerfulness that you couldn't deny.

Admittedly, you had thought about having a kid multiple times in the past and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want them too. You had no reason to not have a kid... you just liked seeing Sirius beg for them. You just loved to see happy he got when he talked about having them. What he wanted to do with his kid that his family never did. How he would give them the childhood he so desperately wanted when he was younger. It made your heart swell and you knew that if you did have a kid, he'd stick to his word.

You turned to face Sirius and pulled him close to you. Your hands weaved themselves into his hair and your eyes met his. "You really wanna be a dad?" you whispered so that no one else could dear you.

With a sigh, he rested his forehead against yours. "More than anything"

That was all you needed. You slowly reached for one of his hands and placed it on your belly, and in a clear voice you said "Then all you have to do is wait 7 months"

The look on his face was priceless, a mixture of shock and utter joy. The only other time you had seen that look was when you were walking down the aisle on your wedding day.

"A-are you being serious with me? Is this real? you better not be joking"

Everyone at the table stopped to look at the pair of you and the smile you gave him was all the answer he needed.

"I'm gonna be a dad! IM GONNA BE A DAD!!"

He looked like an excited child, jumping around and fist-pumping the air.

"Molly, Ginny. You're going to be Aunts! Arthur, Fred, George, Percy, all of you... you're going to me Uncles."

"HARRY! My boy, you're gonna be a godfather, why? Well because IM GONNA BE A DAD!!" Sirius laughed.

The whole time, you were stood there with a massive smile on your face. Everyone slowly started to realise what was going on and they became just as excited. One by one they came to give their congratulations and you couldn't have been happier.

Harry was over the moon at the news and was arguably just as excited as his uncle. He made you give a hearty laugh when he told you later that day that he thought that you'd be a great mum after dealing with Sirius for so long.

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When the day finally came and when your son was in the world, Sirius didn't keep his eyes off of you. After all of the screams, cussing and almost breaking his hand he was there to whisper encouraging words.

It was quiet that night at Grimmauld Place. No one was there except for the 3 of you, curled up on the bed, with your son asleep in the middle of you. The fire crackling making the room warm and cosy.

"What do you think Remus will think about us naming your kid after him?"

"Oh, he'll probably die of embarrassment but then love him as much as we do."

You smiled, looking back to your son. He was so small all swaddled up. (your hair colour) hair and Sirius' black hair, tiny hands, tiny toes, tiny everything.

The pair of you had never been so in love with each other in your lives and you were going to do everything in your combined power to give that child everything it deserved. You didn't need to say it but you did anyway.

" I love you, Black. More than you could know" "Right back at you, Darling."

[fredweesleyismyslut]

Class Has Started - Weasley Twins x reader smut

A/N:  Sorry it took me so long to get to this.  I finally finished my exams for summer classes and actually did quite decent so yayyy!!  Anyways, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it while singing along to BTS and jpop songs at the top of my lungs haha.  Bye!!!

You were left to go to Hogwarts alone, well you still had your friends, but your boyfriends had gone.  During Umbridge’s tyranny, they had a grand exit which you along with the other students celebrated.  The look on Umbridge’s face, you wish you had your camera with you right then, the utter horror of what the twins had done left her stunned. Well, for a good minute before she started yelling at everyone again.  Now it was your last year and Umbridge was gone, everything was back to normal, as normal as it could be the looming knowledge that he-who-must-not-be-named was coming back.  The twins had opened up the joke shop that they had always dreamed of and it was very popular, you were incredibly proud of them, the loves of your life.  You were shopping for your new items along with Ginny, whom you had gotten incredibly close to since you spent most of the summer at the Weasley’s.  You saw her give Harry a quick glance as you whispered in her ear, “Keep staring and his hair might catch on fire.”  Face reddening the color of her hair, she slapped your arm softly, as you chuckled.  You walked into the joke shop, watching as items buzzed around, children running around to buy things.  A finger poked your shoulder, thinking it was one of the twins you turned, smiling brightly.  Instead, you were met with a face you were vaguely familiar with, a Ravenclaw boy you had classes with the year before, his name was...Jack...no Jeff?  Well, Jack/Jeff or whatever, smiled brightly as he gave you a very obvious once over, focusing on your chest.  Rolling your eyes softly you politely asked, “Can I help you with something?”  He nodded before answering, “I was wondering….Well, maybe you’d like to go out sometime….maybe tomorrow?”  Scoffing slightly, you replied, “Sorry, I’m going out with my friend tomorrow.”  you replied, motioning towards Ginny.  His face darkened slightly, “I’m sure you’d have a lot more fun with me than those Weasleys.  I mean, what can they give you...hand me down towels?”  You scowled softly, before putting on a smile as sweet as you could, “Well, I’m sure I will have an infinite amount more fun with her than you.  I mean, heck I’d have even more fun with a slug than you.”  You gave a quick once over, as you continued, “And since I’m not in the act of giving out charity, I’ll kindly decline hanging out with you before I kindly put my fist in your face.”  Grabbing his chin you whispered, “Talk shit about my friends again and I promise I won’t be so nice next time.  Now run along.”  He scowled, “Whatever, you’re not that hot anyways.  Little too round for me”  

Rolling your eyes you ignored the comment and walked off before quickly bumping into two broad chests.  “Hey beautiful.” a voice said as an arm draped around your waist, you looked up see your favorite Weasleys, who were both sporting frowns.  Fred continued, “We were about to butt in but you handled that very nicely, sweetheart.”  You blushed softly, “Well, I can’t always depend on you two...especially since you won’t be-”  George cut in, “You know we’ll be around, y/n especially if dickwads like that wanna hang around you.  But we really are genuinely sorry for doing that without telling you, we just didn’t want to drag you into it.”  He offered a soft smile as his finger traced your jaw, “We know how much finishing school means to you, and we would never want to drag you down with us, bunny.”  Looking up into his eyes, you motioned around the place, “I think you guys made an upgrade if I say so, should’ve dragged me in, I could’ve been your receptionist or something.”  They both chuckled as Fred considered thoughtfully, “Hmmmm...I mean if it’s an opportunity to see you in a sexy pencil skirt-”  You elbowed Fred’s stomach, “In your dreams, Weasley”, lowering your voice to a whisper, “And if you wanted to see me in a pencil skirt all you have to do is ask, we could do some teacher-student…”  A red-faced Ron cleared his throat cutting you off, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear any of that.  I might have to bleach my ears out later though, thanks y/n.”  The three of you collectively looked at each other as you laughed, as Fred said, “What’d you want, Ron?”  “How much for this?” he said holding something up, “Five galleons.”  the twins replied in unison.  “But I’m your brother.”  They both looked at each other before replying, “Ten galleons.”  You chuckled softly, as Ron scoffed before walking away.  “You two mess with him too much.  Oh, since we’re talking about Ron, I was going to take Ron and Ginny out for a little dessert date later.  Ginny wanted to try out that new shop down the street.”  The twins nodded as they smiled down at you, “That’d be nice.”  George replied, “It’s nice that you get along with them.  You know I’m pretty sure Ginny loves you more than us.”  You chuckled as Fred added, “Our own mother even had the audacity to say she wished you were her daughter instead of having us two.  I mean who would want to replace our genius minds.”  Laughing you replied, “I think the two of your IQs added together is less than 100, boy genius.”  Fred rolled his eyes as he stuck his tongue out at you, tipping onto your toes you licked his tongue.  A look of surprise crossed his face, “You violated me” he said, dramatically grasping his heart.  Sticking your tongue out, “Don’t put your tongue out then.  Anyways, see you two later, I have to finish up shopping.”  They nodded and before walking to find Ginny you walked back, kissing both their cheeks, “And congratulations on the shop.  I’m so proud, honestly...and if you two are good I have a surprise waiting tonight.”  Finishing with a wink, you found Ginny and walked out of the shop, continuing your journey to find school supplies.  

Later that evening, you had an owl fly by the joke shop with a letter, “Come over to my place for your present.”  Sweet and to the point, you lived near the Weasleys and your parents were gone for the night.  Once the sun had gone down you heard a doorbell ringing.  The twins had arrived at your door, George holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.  “For me?!”  you asked, dramatically placing your hand on your forehead, “Thank you, but we’re celebrating you two.  Okay, so don’t upstage me in my present.”  Fred chuckled as he kissed your forehead, “I smell something delicious.”  Motioning to the kitchen, you smiled, “I made a cake, to celebrate.”  They practically drooled as they filed in, “We were starving, thank you, y/n.  I didn’t think it was possible to love you anymore but apparently it is.”  George nodded along, as he sat in the dining room.  As they were eating cake you excused yourself to the bathroom, pulling out a pencil skirt, tights, and tight button-up blouse, along with a fake pair of glasses.  Grabbing a pointer stick you slowly walked down the stairs you dramatically stopped at the front of the dining table, raising on leg up on a chair.  “Time for class to start.”  The twins’ jaws were dropping as they took you in before Fred stuttered out, “Y-Y/n.”  Softly tapping him with the stick you smiled, “It’s Miss.Y/n to you.  Finish your cake and we can really get this party started.”  You didn’t think it was possible for someone to shove a whole piece of cake in their mouth but the twins managed it as they gulped it down.  Fred jumped up from his seat as he threw you over his shoulder as he shushed your protests of being to heavy for him to carry, “What do you mean, you’re light as a feather.  You sure you’re eating?”  he continued, “You know you can’t do this to me, baby.  I can’t handle myself when you look like this.”  George followed in pursuit as you giggled.  

Fred practically threw you down on the bed before quickly going to remove your tights, ripping them off.  George settled behind you, hands skillfully unbuttoning your blouse, slowly letting it fall off your shoulders.  George ran his hands down your arms, shivers going down your spine as goosebumps arose.  He huskily whispered in your ear, “We should punish you for trying to be a tease.  I’ve been thinking about you all day.”  His hands ran down your chest before stopped beneath the curve of your breasts as his lips pressed kisses down your neck, biting and sucking.  Fred, on the other hand, was driving you crazy as his hands wandered up your legs, pressing kisses on the inside of your thighs, biting at the soft flesh.  A moan left your lips involuntarily, as Fred’s two fingers pressed against your core, as he pushed the material of your underwear aside.  “We haven’t even started and you’re already this wet, kitten.”  “Stop teasing…” you muttered out to both of them.  George whined softly, “Isn’t this our present?  We just want to enjoy it as long as we can.”  A short guttural whine arose as Fred continued to bite your thighs, fingers pinching your clit before pulling his hand away.  “Don’t be so impatient, y/n.  Good things come for those who wait.”  You whined even louder, needing to feel some sort of friction.  Chuckling he pushed the skirt up, “Do you see how hard you’ve got me?” he questioned.  You looked, his cock was practically begging to be let out from his pants.  You leaned forward, palming him through his pants, before unbuttoning them, swiftly pulling them down along with his briefs as you gulped greedily.  Wetting your lips, you pressed your lips around the tip of his cock, tasting the precum, as you took it whole.  Suppressing a gag as it hit the back of your throat you relaxed, breathing through your nose as Fred praised you,  “Good girl, taking my cock like that.”  You continued bobbing your head on his cock letting it hit the back of your throat as you felt George’s hand slide up your legs.  His fingers rubbed your sensitive clit as you moaned.  Feeling the wetness drip down your legs at George’s attention to your clit made your nerves flare up with sensitivity.  “So, wet for me,” he whispered in your ear, as you felt George’s cock press against your core before sliding in.  His hips thrust forcefully, as you almost lost balance.  The sound of skin smacking skin filled the room as George’s hips met the curve of your ass, as one of his slapped down.  Fred’s cock twitched in your mouth as he reached his high, licking up the side with shorter strokes you finished with taking him whole again and breathing through your nose, letting his hands take your hair as his hips thrust forward.  Fred’s breath hitched as he rode out his high, thick cum filling your mouth as he pulled out.  His finger cleaned away some that slipped from your lips as he smiled, “You took me so well, y/n.”  George’s thrusts seemed to get sloppier as his fingers reached around to give more attention to your already sensitive clit from all his attention earlier.  Moaning filled the room further as your walls squeezed around George’s cock as you felt a feeling of euphoria wash over, head slumping on the bed as you tried to catch your breath.  George thrust a few more times before stopping as you milked his cum out, as he gave a last couple sloppy thrusts before pulling out.  Cum slipped down your thighs along with the empty feeling as you both caught your breath.  George leaned forward pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you for everything today, my love.”  Fred returned from the bathroom which he had retired to take a shower after finishing earlier, “Thank you, sweetheart.”  He ran a cloth over you, cleaning you off as he threw a second one at George, “I’m not cleaning you off, mate.”  “Didn’t ask you to.” George replied, with a hint of humor in his voice.  Fred leaned down, pushing hair away from your face and pressing kisses all over.  You laid down on the bed as George and Fred climbed in on either side, “Love you guys…”  Your eyes fluttered softly as you tried to stay awake, as you heard a reply in unison, “We love you too, y/n.”  Then, you heard the soft banter of the two redheads arguing over who was taking too much of the blanket before you shut your eyes soft smile on your lips, wondering how you got so lucky.

[oh-for-merlins-sake]

Hi! For the sleepover could I get a blurb with Fred? Something along the lines of you having a nightmare and him waking up to comfort you and making you hot chocolate? Congrats on hitting 100!

thank you so much!! this was such a cute idea and i hope you like it!

You bolted upright in bed, sheets clinging to your sweat-soaked body. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your limbs were numb. You yanked the chain on your bedside lamp to illuminate the overwhelming darkness surrounding you.

You clearly startled Fred as he popped up in bed too with squinty eyes and disheveled hair. He turned to you as he registered your rapid breathing. “Are you all right, princess? What’s the matter?” He rubbed his eyes with one hand and placed the other on your back.

“Had a nightmare,” you mumbled as you slowly processed your surroundings.

Nightmares were a common occurrence in your house since the war. You and Fred had a routine for coping.

“‘M sorry, love,” he said, pulling you into him. You nuzzled into his shoulder while he ran his fingers through your hair, gently rocking you back and forth. You felt a single tear escape, and you rubbed it away.

It was just a dream, you reminded yourself.

“How ‘bout I fetch you a warm drink? Would that help?” He asked.

You nodded. Even after all this time, you still struggled to shake the embarrassment that came with these awful dreams.

He kissed your forehead and slipped out of bed. You propped your pillow against the bedframe and pulled the covers to your chin. Your breathing was finally returning to its normal pace.

You heard some clatter in the kitchen as Fred presumably put a kettle on the stove and rummaged through the cupboard for the perfect mug. He returned no less than ten minutes later with your favorite mug, which was slowly releasing steam from the top. The mug was shaped like a rotund hedgehog; a gift from Fred from your first birthday with him.

He carefully crawled into bed, keeping the mug steady. He nestled against your warm body and handed it to you.

You basked in the immense warmth that pulsed through your body from holding the hot beverage in your shaky hands.

“We were out of teabags. Hope hot cocoa’s okay,” he said, tucking your hair behind your shoulder.

You giggled. “It’s perfect, Freddie.”

“I even put some marshmallows in there — that’s why it took a while. I was scouring the house for marshmallows,” he chuckled, pointing at your mug.

You peeked in and saw the marshmallows bubbling to the surface.

“You’re truly wonderful, you know that?” You said with a soft smile.

“I try,” he teased.

You blew on your beverage before taking a cautious sip. Fred sure knew how to make a mean mug of hot cocoa — with just the right amount of marshmallows.

He slouched down to rest his head in your lap. His arms were wrapped around your waist as his thumb gently stroked your hip. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

“It’s the same thing it’s always been.”

He nodded, knowing exactly what you were referring to.

It was true; your nightmares usually recounted that dreadful night, the night you almost lost him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured, giving you a squeeze.

“I know, Freddie.” You took another sip of your hot cocoa, using your free hand to stroke his soft, ginger hair. “I know.”

[holidaywishes]

hazy nights

  Requested: 👍

  Summary/Request: Hello, I’m devastated by tonight’s game but I’m sure Freddie is taking it real hard especially with the media :( can you possibly do a “cheering up Freddie” fluffy smut?

  Warning: Angst, fluff, soft smut (my favourite)

  Author’s Note: The game that anon is talking about was the game against Ottawa on February 15th and I 100% agree. I was hella upset with that game but that video of Freddie fighting Tkachuk has been living in my mind rent free ever since. Anyway, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write this one but the last couple requests both hit some snags so I’ve been moving a little slowly with these. This one is pretty short and I wouldn’t say it’s my all-time favourite that I’ve done but I hope you still enjoy it! Look out for the next one, it’s the same vibe so I almost combined them both but... I didn’t so... there’s that. Enjoy! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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  Song Credit: Hazy Nights -- high on you. ft. Richelle Ziola

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  You couldn’t be at the arena because of all the restrictions but you watched everything live and you saw how angry Freddie was. You wanted to be there for him but all you could do was be there for him when he got home; you ran around the house, trying to make sure that there was no mess for you to take care of so you could fully focus on Freddie. As you sat in bed waiting for Freddie, you started to chew on your nails nervously. What is taking him so long?, you thought to yourself, he should’ve been home by now

  “Baby?” you finally heard him call

  “Freddie?” you replied, “Freddie, where have you been?!”

  “Sorry, I just needed to be alone for a bit” he admitted

  “Okay,” you replied, biting your lip before continuing, “I wish you would’ve called but I get it. How are you doing?” he exhaled sharply

  “Did you see it?” he asked and you nodded, rubbing his back as he sat down at the kitchen island, “what did I do wrong?”

  “Oh baby,” you cooed, moving to sit on his lap, “baby you didn’t do anything wrong”

  “No?” he asked, wrapping his arm around your hips while his free hand rubbed your thigh, “so why did we lose?”

  “Freddie--” you sighed before he interrupted you

  “Why did we lose so badly?”

  “Baby, this isn’t on you”

  “I’m the goalie. I’m supposed to stop shots...”

  “You’re only as good as the guys in front of you,” you said softly, “I’m sorry, baby, but they weren’t good for you tonight...” you kissed his temple before letting him rest his head on you, his ear flat against your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat.

  “Your heart’s so steady...” he whispered and you smiled, stroking his hair gently as he spoke

  “Why wouldn’t it be?” you said

  “I don’t know,” he replied, looking up at you with a grin, “maybe because of.. where my hands are” you smirked as he moved his fingers between your thighs. You stood up, keeping your hands on his shoulders, so you could straddle him, his hands grabbing your thighs as soon as you sat on his lap

  “I want to make you forget about everything...” you whispered close to his ear before kissing his neck, letting your hands trail his chest mindlessly, “make you feel better...” you dragged his shirt over his head, both of you keeping your eyes on each other, letting your memory of his body take over as your fingers made their way down his body, reaching inside his shorts to stroke his member

  “Should we go upstairs?” he asked shyly and you smiled, kissing along his jawline before shaking your head

  “Why?” you smirked, “I don’t see anything wrong with right here” his hands gripped your sides tightly as he leaned in to kiss you, deepening the kiss with every heartbeat either of you took. The cold marble of the counter made you gasp in surprise, which Freddie only smirked at as his rough hands crept under your shirt, pushing your shirt up so slowly you felt like you might break under his touch. “Freddie...” you moaned at the sensation of his hands continuing to glide up your body until he eventually moved your sleep shirt past your head carefully, leaving one hand steadily on your back. His eyes went to your breasts that were bound by a lacy blue bralette and you giggled at the response, one that he seemed to have every time you removed your shirt

  “What?” he said, not taking his eyes away from your chest before he unclasped the bralette and set your breasts free. “Mmm,” he hummed, “yeah that’s better” you laughed before bringing his lips to yours, pressing your breasts against his bare chest as tightly as you could, wanting to be as close to him as possible. You continued to stroke his cock until his thighs began to flex, tightening underneath your body

  “Are you gonna cum baby?” you smirked, kissing his chin as he lobbed his head to the side

  “Fuck babe,” he groaned, “that feels so good.” His head fell back as his thighs continued to shudder in pleasure and you were able to kiss his exposed neck before he let out a whimper that you’d never really heard before; feeling his sticky juices covering your hand.

  “Feel better?” you smiled as he regained his composure, bringing his head back to its normal position, smirking at you in response

  “Not yet,” he finally said, cupping your breasts before kissing your nipples as if awakening them, running his tongue over them to add a new sensation, “we’re not done” he locked you into a kiss as he lifted you onto the counter, slowly laying you onto the cold service. “Cold?” he chuckled when he felt you shiver and you nodded, trying to stay as close to his warm body as possible but he moved away; kissing down your body, looking up at you only when he felt you lift your head

  “Fred...” you breathed as he nipped at your hips before he kissed the inside of your thighs, forcing a moan from your throat at the feeling of his beard scratching your skin. When he flattened his tongue against your folds, your hand instinctively grabbed his hair, “oh my god!” you exclaimed, arching your back as he continued to edge you closer to your climax with every movement of his tongue and the addition of his long finger. “Hmm, fuck, Freddie..” you moaned, feeling him return a moan as it vibrated through your body and you couldn’t stop yourself, releasing yourself onto him before he hovered over you again

  “Hi” he whispered

  “Hi” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss that led to him lifting you from the counter to straddle him once more on the bar stool. You kept your chest close to him as his hands clutched your skin and your lips moved in sync slowly while his hardened member slid into you and both of you moaned at the feeling. You slowly began to ride him as your bodies remained stuck to each other before the pleasure consumed both of you and his large hands gripped your hips to encourage you to bounce faster along the length of his shaft. You leaned back, placing your hand on his knee to steady you, as he thrust into you.

  “Fuck” he moaned as your hips began to crash into his, signalling that you were close to your climax, filling the room with heavy breathing; you brought your chest back to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging on his hair

  “Fuck, Freddie,” you breathed into his ear, “oh shit, fuck, faster baby” you begged before he bit your shoulder to contain his loud moans and lifted you back onto the counter to get better leverage, fucking you slowly and watching as you bit your lip. “Freddie,” you breathed before he began rocking into you, eventually releasing himself into you before falling onto you

  “Shit,” he breathed harshly against your chest, “baby I’m sorry”

  “What?” you replied, confused

  “I tried not to finish before you...” you tried not to laugh at him but it was so sweet that you had to giggle

  “It’s okay, my love,” you cooed, “there’s always time for that later. I just wanted to cheer you up” you smiled but he just scrunched his eyebrows together

  “No,” he insisted, “making you feel good is how you’ll cheer me up...”

  “Freddie, baby,” you started, trying to get him to slow down before he made any hasty decisions, “baby, relax. I’m fine.. you don’t need--” before you could finish your words, his fingers were playing with your still sensitive clit and your breath was building in your chest. He hadn’t taken himself out of you yet, so he was steadily thrusting into you until he saw your legs begin to shake and he pushed himself as deep inside you as he could and pumped himself in you, “FUCK!” you cried out, unable to control yourself now, “fuck, baby, oh god!” when your body finally went limp, Freddie took himself out of you and carried you to the en suite upstairs to clean you up. “I can’t feel my legs” you whispered

  “I know,” he chuckled, dragging a damp cloth across your body to clean you up, “thank you, baby...” he said as he kissed your temple

  “For what?” you asked quietly, looking up at him as he grabbed one of his t-shirt that was hanging on the rack, placing it over your head to cover your bare body

  “For making me feel better” he smiled when the fabric cleared your face

  “It was my pleasure,” you smiled back, kissing him when he leaned down, “really” he carried you to the bed and tucked you under the covers before he jumped in the bed from the other side, wrapping his strong arm around your waist and you both fell asleep; completely at ease.

[official-weasley]

Love, William (Bill Weasley x OC) - Chapter 11

WARNINGS: nothing I can think of 🤔

Chapter 11 - Theodora's Confession

“How is everyone? Are you nervous?” Angelina stood up from the bench in the Quidditch tent.

Theodora, Harry, and Katie nodded while Fred and George swung their hand as if it’s just another game.

“I’m nervous too, it’s okay!” Angelina smiled faintly.

That made Theodora feel better because ever since Angelina became captain after Oliver left, she had a feeling nothing could disturb Angelina from her calm composure. Apparently, playing the final game of the year did the trick.

“We might not be playing against Slytherin and we have beaten Hufflepuff plenty of time but for most of us this is the last Quidditch game.” Angelina looked at Katie, Fred, George, and Theodora.

“Harry, you’ll probably be captain next year.” She smiled gently at him but that didn’t make Harry’s nervousness disappear off his face.

“So, I am not going to make this long. We had a lot of practice matches in the past two weeks. It has been an honor to play with all of you. Truly, you are the best team a captain could ask for and I finally understand why Wood was so excited every time to play.” Angelina said with tears in her eyes.

“He was excited to play because all he can think and talk about is Quidditch.” Fred giggled.

“Also that, probably.” Angelina couldn’t fight back a chuckle.

“No matter what happens on that pitch today, know that I am proud of you and wish that we could play together some more.” Angelina took a deep breath, trying to appear strong in front of her team.

“We got this! It’s only Hufflepuff!” Fred threw his hands in the air.

“Are you lot ready to listen to Lee being on our side and thus get glared at by McGonagall one last time?” Angelina extended her arm and the rest put their hands over hers.

“We’re ready!” The whole team shouted.

They all turned their heads when Madam Hooch stepped inside their tent.

“The game is about to begin.” Her golden eyes sparkled with excitement.

Each of the team members took their broom and followed Madam Hooch out of the tent. The second they flew on the pitch, their ears were filled with Lee’s voice.

“Witches and wizards, teachers, heads of house, and Headmaster!” Lee shouted into his microphone. “Today is the last House Cup match of this school year. Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff and it’s going to be emotional!” Lee pretended to sob.

“Five members of the Gryffindor team are never going to be seen on this pitch again after today’s game. The same goes for three members of the Hufflepuff team! I bet you are all curious to see who will be taking their place next year!”

“Remember Madam Hooch’s whistle sound, seventh years, as you won’t be able to get to hear this amazing melody again!” Lee heard McGonagall sigh behind him while it sounded like Professor Flitwick was sobbing next to her.

“The game has begun! The Snitch is out, the Quaffle is in Theodora Cork’s hands and the Bludger is already searching for its first victim!” Lee clutched the microphone with excitement.

“And Cork scores! 10 – 0 for Gryffindor. Not really a surprise there! It’s a miracle this girl isn’t considering playing Quidditch professionally.” Lee shook his head.

He understood and supported his favorite Quidditch trio to open their own joke shop but he couldn’t help to think how amazing it would be if they all continued to play Quidditch. Perhaps, he wasn’t ready to let go of his current job as a commentator just yet.

“The game is getting intense and it seems it is not going to end any time soon! Maybe neither of the teams want it to end and we’re all going to be here for days!” Lee said excitedly.

It was now 100 – 70 for Hufflepuff and Harry still couldn’t spot the Snitch. The day was beautiful for their last Quidditch game of the year but the sun shining so brightly also didn’t help him to see where the golden ball could be.

“What’s this now? Did the Hufflepuff Seeker finally spot the Snitch? She is moving rather fast across the pitch. Harry, go check it out!” Lee waved his hand at Harry.

“Mr. Jordan, do I have to remind you to stay neutral for the last time?” Professor McGonagall put her hand on Lee’s shoulder and tried keeping her voice as gentle as possible.

Of course, she couldn’t deny she wanted Gryffindor to win the game but since Lee wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was on the side of his house, she had to step in.

“I apologize, professor, but this is our last game, the last time you are hearing my sweet voice.” Lee made puppy eyes at professor McGonagall who only sighed and sat back down.

She couldn’t hide a small smile painting her face. She knew very well this was their last game and no matter how many years she spent teaching, she always felt sad when another generation left the school.

“Both of the Seekers are now after the Snitch! It’s 100 – 90 for Hufflepuff and whoever gets that Snitch will win the game!” Lee yelled into the microphone more than ever before, now standing up and ready to jump if his house wins.

“Of course, I hope that Gryffindor wins! And Johnson scores! We have a tie!”

“Mr. Jordan, what did I say!” McGonagall leaned toward Lee again and raised her voice.

“My head of house is about to murder me with her stare...but I am simply too excited professor!” Lee forgot to put his hand over the microphone so everyone heard what he said.

Pomona Sprout and Filius Flitwick started laughing as they found his commentating amusing. Severus Snape, however, pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping that the match is going to end soon.

“It seemed that the Chasers have stopped trying! This truly is an unbelievable sight. Both teams are now hovering on their brooms and letting the better Seeker win!” Lee was leaning over the fence of the commentator stand, trying to better see what is going to happen.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. The players of both teams just stopped – observing their Seekers – while the Beaters were flying around and trying to keep the Bludger as far away from anyone as possible.

“Hufflepuff and Gryffindor are making history today and to everyone watching this, you should know that you are very lucky to witness such an occurrence!”

Hufflepuff players were waving and smiling at the Gryffindors. The latter were doing the same and laughing at Lee’s commentary.

The Beaters of Hufflepuff’s team were passing the Bludgers to Fred and George, simply having too much fun.

“I think it’s safe to say that the real legend here is Madam Hooch as she isn’t doing anything to stop this game, non-game, whatever you want to call it at this point!” Lee was shaking, now sitting back down.

“Should we do something about this, Minerva?” Professor Sprout said to McGonagall who simply shook her head, her hand over her mouth to hide her smile.

“Potter flew past his opponent and is now flying after the golden ball with his left hand extended!” Lee stood up so abruptly that the microphone almost fell out of his hand.

“And...and Potter caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins 250 – 100! Look at the Hufflepuffs cheering for Potter and congratulating the rest of the team! No doubt they would be happier if they won the game but second place isn’t that bad either!” Lee cheered.

“Only Hufflepuffs can put their ego aside and show how the winners should be treated! Everybody roar for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team!” Lee roared into the microphone and the other stands followed his lead.

Professor Sprout cupped her mouth and cheered for her team then stood up and congratulated professor McGonagall for her team winning.

“This has been a pleasure everyone but sadly, I have to say goodbye. It has been an honor and I hope I didn’t damage your eardrums with all my shouting during the years. Thank you for cheering, for being the best, and thank you Professor McGonagall for not throwing me off the stand! My name is Lee Jordan and it’s time to party!”

McGonagall shook her head behind Lee and wholeheartedly laughed as she couldn’t deny that she will miss Lee’s inappropriate comments.

—

“Lee, mate, your commentary today was spectacular!” Fred hugged his friend over the shoulder.

“I knew McGonagall wouldn’t be able to do anything about it,” Lee chuckled, “if it was up to me, it would be like that every time.”

“It will be, once you have your own radio show.” George nudged him with his shoulder.

“And talk about the game, what in the bloody hell happened!” Lee laughed.

“We honestly don’t know. We were playing normally, Chasers trying to score, Beaters keeping everybody safe, the Keepers looking out for their hoops and then we all simultaneously stopped when we saw the Snitch.” Fred shrugged.

“That little ball was nowhere to be seen for such a long time!” George sighed.

“It was probably due to the sun.” Lee rubbed his chin.

“Yeah and then we all just watched. We had the same amount of points there was no point in playing, really.” Fred said excitedly.

“If you were playing against Slytherins that would not happen.”

“You can say that again, Lee.” George took a sip of his drink.

“George, is that boy hitting on our Theo?” Fred asked his brother while nodding his head to Theodora who was talking and laughing with a fellow Gryffindor on the other side of the common room.

“We’ll celebrate with you later, mate. We have to go and see what’s going on.” George lifted his glass and clanked it against Lee’s.

Lee nodded and kept his eyes on the twins until they reached Theodora. He then turned around, poured himself another glass of punch, and walked to Angelina and Katie.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” George put his hand on the boy’s shoulder, making him turn around.

“Theo, is this guy bothering you?” Fred asked his best friend.

“We’re just discussing the game, Fred.” Theodora rolled her eyes playfully knowing exactly what was coming.

Whenever Fred and George saw her talk to a boy they didn’t recognize, they went full-on protective mode and tried to get rid of him for her. It usually put her in an awkward position, especially if she fancied the boy.

“You can do that with us and you,” George turned from Theodora to a now annoyed Gryffindor, “can go discuss the game with someone else. She has a boyfriend.”

“What?” Theodora chortled. “I do not.”

“Do you want us to tell Bill you said that?” Fred gasped dramatically.

“Not this again.” Theodora rolled her eyes and crossed her hands on her chest.

“I’m sorry, they just get a bit overly protective but they are harmless.” Theodora tried explaining to the boy.

“It’s okay. I didn’t know you have a boyfriend. I didn’t come to you just to talk about the game.” The Gryffindor’s cheeks turned red.

“Oh.” Theodora put her hand over her mouth surprised by what he said.

“See, we got you covered.” George winked at Theodora the second the boy left.

“I was doing just fine.” Theodora pursed her lips. “We were just talking and you have to stop saying to everyone that I have a boyfriend!”

Theodora didn’t know what to do with her two best friends ever since they found out about her letters to Bill. Even though they promised they were going to stop with the teasing they were both doing a rather poor job and they have been telling everyone willing to listen that she has a boyfriend.

The second they spotted her talking to any boy, even if it was a first-year, they intervened immediately and made them back away. At first, Theodora found it annoying but at this point, it was simply amusing.

She would never admit it to the twins, but she loved how protective of her they were and she couldn’t help but hope that their teasing meant that they would approve if she and Bill ever start anything more than friendship.

“Speaking of you having a boyfriend.” Fred wiggled his eyebrows.

“Did this party make you drunk enough to finally tell us how you and Bill started to get all lovey-dovey?” George followed his brother’s lead.

Theodora didn’t have a clue but this was their plan all along ever since they knew they were going to have a party. They might’ve been with Lee for most of the night so far but every time either of them saw that Theodora’s glass was empty they quickly filled it up.

They were hoping to get her drunk enough for her to start talking about Bill. George suggested that they ask Bill about it but they didn’t know if Theodora told him that his brothers knew about their correspondence and with how angry Bill was when they and Charlie locked the pair in the broom closet they quickly changed their mind about asking him.

“First of all, I know what you two are trying to do – getting me drunk to tell you all my secrets,” Theodora giggled, “and second of all, we are not lovey-dovey.”

Theodora knew she would have to tell her two best friends sooner or later. But if she could do anything about it, she would rather it be later. She looked down at her half-empty glass, hoping the twins were not observant enough to see how much just thinking about Bill made her blush.

“Yet.” George made a kissy face. “You’re not lovey-dovey yet.”

“Why do you two care so badly, anyway?” Theodora bit her lip, trying to hide that she was nervous.

“Is it wrong if we want to know what is happening between our eldest brother and our best friend?” Fred sounded offended.

“I told you we are just writing letters to each other.” Theodora defended herself.

“So you will never meet up?” George lifted his eyebrows.

“We might.” Theodora shrugged as if it’s not a big deal.

“A-ha!” Fred pointed his finger at his best friend. “I knew it. Pay up, Georgie.”

George sighed and reached with his hand in his pocket. He took out 3 Galleons and put them into Fred’s revealing palm.

“What is this?” Theodora watched their exchange.

“We made a bet,” George explained.

“You made a bet about what?” Theodora narrowed her eyes.

“George said that you are only going to stick to letters and that Bill will never gather up the courage to ask you out while I had a bit more faith in our brother,” Fred smugged.

“You bet on our relationship?” Theodora slammed a hand against her forehead.

“Your relationship? So you are in a relationship?” George exclaimed.

“No, no. That’s not what I meant!” Theodora buried her face in her hands.

She felt like sitting down so she leaned against the wall and slid down until she felt the floor underneath her bottom. The twins cornered her and she said too much already. She wasn’t lying to them – she didn’t know what she and Bill were and she found it weird to talk to the twins about it because, despite all the sweet things they said to each other, she didn’t know what it would lead to.

“You said what you said, Theo.” Fred sang as he and his brother sat on the floor, one on each side of Theodora.

“C’mon, tell us.” George prodded.

“Fine!” Theodora sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“How did you start sending letters to each other?” Fred asked the first question.

“He sent me a letter and a gift for my birthday,” Theodora answered casually.

“He sent you a gift?” George asked surprised.

“I bet he got her flowers.” Fred giggled.

“How did you know?” Theodora asked with a surprised expression on her face.

“Because Bill’s a romantic and a gentleman,” George smirked.

“Right, so what was in the letter?” Fred continued.

“I’m not telling you that,” Theodora scoffed playfully, “it’s enough that you read one already.”

“He was so sweet from the beginning?” George said incredulously.

“No,” Theodora shook her head, “at first we just talked about school and his job.”

“And then?” Fred wanted to know more.

“And then we started talking about other things.” Theodora pulled her legs toward herself, crossed her arms over them, and buried her face in them.

“Why are you holding back so much?” Fred asked puzzled.

“You never hesitated to tell us about a boy before.” George agreed.

“Because this is not just a random boy, it’s your brother,” Theodora said nonchalantly.

Fred and George exchanged looks as if they both got the same thought.

“And because, as I told you for the 100th time, nothing is going on between us.” Theodora continued as the twins didn’t say anything.

“Theo,” George tilted his head, “are you trying to hold back because of us?”

Theodora looked up at him, biting the inner side of her lip.

“I’m telling you the truth,” she whined.

“And we believe you but we can see that you are hiding your excitement and I can feel you shaking,” Fred said gently, putting his arm around Theodora’s shoulders.

“Fred, Charlie, and I didn’t tease you and Bill all summer just to have a laugh. We genuinely want you two to be together.” Theodora looked up at George as he said those words.

“Yeah,” nodded Fred, “we reckon you two would be great together.”

“You do?” Theodora whispered.

“What did you think?” Fred gave out a silent laugh.

“I don’t know,” Theodora shrugged her shoulders, “perhaps you would find it weird if I was involved with your brother.”

“Theo, you fancy Bill since our second year,” George smirked.

“We knew it was going to happen sooner or later and we can’t protect you from boys your entire life.” Fred chuckled.

“Okay.” Theodora swallowed her nerves.

“So, can you loosen up now?” Fred ruffled her hair.

“And tell you what? How shocked I was when I got his letter and a birthday present? How happy each letter he sent me made me? How surprised I was when he wrote that he missed me and not just as a friend? How I was pacing up and down my dorm, beating my head when he started signing his letters with Love, William instead of Bill? How he started sending me roses and how all of a sudden we didn’t talk about our lives but how much we want to see each other and be together? How my heart starts to beat faster by just thinking about him or how I am in love with him? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Theodora buried her head in her hands again. She felt her cheeks burning and she thought that her heart was going to escape her rib cage any second now, reminiscing on the last few months. She couldn’t stop the tears gathering in her eyes.

She felt great finally talking about Bill to Fred and George, especially now that she knew that they wanted them to be together. But she hated how she got her hopes up – how their words made her hopeful.

“That’s all very sweet,” Fred said gently.

“And as much as we would like to read all those letters and start planning your wedding,” continued George, “why do you sound like all of that isn’t exactly what you want?”

“Because,” Theodora sniffed, “we didn’t see each other since last summer and as much as the whole thing is great, it’s too good to be true.”

“What, why?” Fred wiped the tears off her cheek.

“Oh, come on. You really believe Bill feels the same about me? About me?” Theodora pressed her hands against her chest.

“He clearly thought that I was too young last summer and now all of a sudden he changed his mind and wants to be with me?”

“Look,” George pulled Theodora in a hug, “I don’t know what Bill wrote to you in those letters or what he promised you but I know that our brother is not a liar. So if he, at any point, said that he wants to be with you, you better believe him.”

“George is right, Theo. Bill wouldn’t lead you on or suddenly change his mind when he would see you if that’s what’s going through your head. He might’ve been stubborn during the summer but we wouldn’t tease him if we thought he doesn’t fancy you.”

“Why is it so hard to believe that you two could be in a relationship?” George lifted Theodora’s chin so that she looked at them again.

“I don’t know,” Theodora sighed, “because I never felt this way about anyone. Because he understands me on a completely different level. Because he treats me like an adult. Because I get this warm feeling of belonging when I think about him.”

“And what, you think you don’t deserve that?” Fred lifted his eyebrows.

“I guess.”

Now that she was talking about it – about the thoughts that were dwelling inside her mind for months – the whole situation did sound kind of silly. When did she become so pessimistic?

“Rubbish!” George said with a cheeky grin.

“Bill’s great and so are you, so you’re a match made by Godric Gryffindor himself.” Fred sent Theodora a wink.

“I am so lucky to have you as my friends.” Theodora put her arms around Fred and George and hugged them.

“Of course, you’re lucky. If you weren’t friends with us, you would never get a chance to kiss Bill.” Fred made a kissy face.

“Yeah, you’re welcome by the way!” George laughed.

Theodora playfully rolled her eyes, wanting to smack her two best friends over their heads but since they have been nothing but amazing throughout this conversation she decided to let them mock her, just a little bit.