#The Hour of Mischief; Open Starter

[krovscastlerpg]

OUR SPRING MISCHIEF EVENT HAS BEGUN!

It's finally here! Krovs is celebrating the beginning of spring with some fun known as the castle’s annual “Spring Mischief” event. Weather magic courtesy of the magic consultants has been cast upon the areas surrounding the castle and Krovs Town to replicate the weather of an early spring day in New York City. Flowers are blooming, birds are chirping, the sun’s shining, and most importantly, mischief is brewing.

Krovs Castle’s magic consultants have created these “magic wands,” all imbued with specific spells that will cause a variety of temporary and harmless effects when the wielders speak the incantation written on them. This has been approved by the council as part of the event and councilmen are all aware of the spells being used. Each wand has one spell and a one time use. They’ll be available in the magic consultant offices in Krovs Castle and in various shops in Krovs Town for all characters (even non-magic ones) to gather and use, free of charge. Batches will also be delivered to the Undercroft for unclaimed slaves to use on each other.

Since the spells are temporary and wear off after time, there is no way to reverse the effects with magic. There is also no limit to how many wands characters can collect and they can be used to affect anyone they like. 

In addition, all slave and staff power negating collars will be deactivated during this event so that they can enjoy some of the mischievous spells to the full extent. However, any attempts at escaping will likely be impossible. Krovs still has its powerful, magical barrier around the castle to keep any unwanted intruders out and all slaves inside. Any slave or staff member who attempts to use their abilities to harm others – especially a master or council member – will immediately lose the privilege and receive a punishment determined by the council (players must get this type of plot approved by the admins before threading). Claimed and purchased slave collars will remain active in negating their abilities unless their master decides otherwise.

Our list of magic anons will be posted shortly – stay tuned!

OOC INFO

Our fourth annual Spring Mischief event will last for two weeks until Monday, March 25th. Players are not required to participate although it is highly encouraged for everyone to join in the fun. OOC time equals IC time, which means Spring Mischief will be a two week long occurrence in Krovs.

It’s up to players whether they would like to pause prior non-event threads during the event or not. We only ask our members to communicate their plans with their partners on this, even if it’s a general message in the OOC for awareness.

Players should only post starters (both open and closed) that are related to the event during this time. Please ensure to tag all event-related open starters with #krovscastlestarter and mention @krovscastlestarters so that we can find and reblog them easily. Our open starter rules linked here still apply! Players should respond to other opens instead of just relying on posting their own. Open starters NOT related to Spring Mischief will not be reblogged to our starter blog until after the event ends.

In order to prevent tag flooding and an overwhelming amount of open starters being posted, please refrain from making every single magic anon effect an open starter. The limit for players with multiple characters during this event allows them to post up to two open starters on two different characters per week, but with a 48 hour timespan in between so that other players have a chance to get their own starters out (see the starter limit section in our rules linked above). There is no limit to posting closed starters and players are allowed to use their character responses to the anons they’ve received as informal starters as well. Anyone looking to use their magic anon responses as a potential starter can toss links to them in our Discord OOC #event-ideas channel for visibility!

All players are highly encouraged to send as many magic anons to others as they like! Everyone is also highly encouraged to reach out to other players when they receive anons for plotting purposes.

Magic anon effect durations are IN CHARACTER ONLY. Please feel free to wiggle around with timelines OOC; players do NOT need to wait 1-3 days before their character can take on another magic effect.

Stacking multiple magic anon effects is allowed. Players are free to stick with only one anon at a time or combine multiple effects at once affecting their character at any time. That said, players are NOT obligated to using or playing out every single magic anon sent to them for whatever reason.

Rule #63 magic anon. For those who’ve reserved female FCs for this ahead of time, you are guaranteed to receive this anon during the event. Players without a reserved FC who receive this anon MUST have their genderbent FC approved by the admins BEFORE posting it on the dash and playing it out. Our list of taken genderbent FCs can be found here for reference.

Rules for masters, slaves, staff, and villagers still apply! This means slaves who misbehave in the castle will have to face a punishment either by a master or the enforcer or the police officers/chief if they break town laws. Masters, staff, and villagers who break the castle or town rules will be punished as well. Anyone looking to have their character disobey IC rules MUST have their plots pre-appoved by the admins BEFORE following through on the dash.

Claims and purchases will stay intact throughout the event. Unclaimed slaves will remain in the Undercroft unless otherwise rented by a master, staff member, or villager.

Applications will still be accepted during this event. 

Most importantly, we hope you all enjoy! Let the mischief begin! :)

Players please LIKE this post so that we know it has been read.

[okayhaneul]

this festival was nothing more than work for haneul. while others had the luxury to run amuck and cause mischief, he found himself sticking close to somi for the better part of the day. after her performance though, he was granted a lunch break and he found himself exploring the grounds. as the bodyguard idly walked, he passed a 'quiet zone', reading the sign that explained that this was a place to relax and recharge amongst all the activities. without hesitation, he took a seat at one of the tables, heaving a tired sigh when he realized this was the first time he was sitting for hours. drumming his fingers lightly on the surface, han's terse expression relaxed when he spotted the coffee kiosk right next to the seating area. he needed caffeine, desperately. so, he fished around in his pocket for his wallet, glancing over in time to spot someone new entering the quiet zone. " — gonna grab some coffee. want anything ? "

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — OPEN starter !

[nerdwhoauthorinserts]

Pokemon!AU: The Kyurem challenge

Possible trigger warnings?: -N/A

Genre: Unknown/AU (Pokemon!AU)

Context/Synopsis: Loki explains how Pokemon training works in Asgard, particularly the Kyurem challenge; the challenge all Asgardians have to complete before they're considered warriors.

...Then Blake finds out he has to do the Kyurem challenge, too. (I basically took a normal-sounding 'trial' to prove oneself a warrior by defeating a monster and mashed it with the basic idea of a nuzlocke, lol.)

Characters featured: Loki, the god of mischief. (W/ their partner pokemon Suicune.) Copycat, the author insert. (W/ his partner pokemon, Hedorah the Garbodor.)

"You mentioned Pokemon training was kinda different in Asgard, right?" Blake asked, taking a bite of the Kasib berry in his hand. "So, what's it like, then?" Blake broke off a piece and handed it to his Garbodor, who munched on the bit happily.

Loki raised a brow before handing a blue poffin to their Suicune. Suicune gladly munched it down, enjoying the taste of the dry treat. "Well," Loki replied. "That would depend on what you want to know. We have a lot of things we do differently."

"How about… starters? Partner Pokemon, I mean." Blake gestured to Loki's Suicune. "I noticed Asgardians have wildly different partners. Most of the time, each place has three you would choose from, but it doesn't seem like Asgard does that."

"Indeed, we don't," Loki replied, then took a sip of tea. Loki glanced upwards at the surrounding trees, noting a small group of Pidgey watching them, likely waiting for them to leave so they could pick for scraps. Blake's Alolan Persian watched the trees as well, her tail flicking from side to side as she watched the bird Pokemon. "We find our partners. They're not given."

Blake frowned. "Find?"

"Ah, of course." Loki muttered, remembering Blake wouldn't know of Asgard's Pokemon trials. "…Are you familiar with 'Kyurem'?"

"The legendary ice dragon Pokemon?"

"Yes. Kyurem is a beast far older than even Odin himself, a nigh untameable creature of frost and draconic power." Loki explained, using his magic to summon a tome into his hand. They opened the book, placing it between them on a particular page. On it, Kyurem, bulky and grey, with yellow eyes and wings made of ice. "In mortal legends, they claimed Kyurem was Odin's partner, but the beast has been wild for centuries."

"Well, I guess it makes sense. The old Norse legends were wrong about a lot of things, apparently. So, why wouldn't it be about Kyurem, eh?" Blake chuckled, and Loki nodded slightly with amusement, a slight huff of air from their nose.

"Of course, mortals seem to get many things wrong in legends, don't they?" Loki continued with their explanation, though. "Kyurem lives atop the highest mountain in Asgard, never coming down for more than a few hours, when it waits for challengers to face it in combat." Loki turns the page, the next depicting Kyurem fighting an Asgardian and his partner Pokemon.

"So… what does that have to do with getting your partner Pokemon?"

"I'm getting to it," Loki assured. They glanced back at Suicune, who laid down and stretched, yawning and curling up to nap. "When Asgardians reach… Perhaps the equivalent of sixteen to you Midguardians; We begin what is called 'The Kyurem trial'." Loki turned the pages back a few times, showing an image of an Asgardian with a Pokemon egg. "If an Asgardian wishes to call themselves a warrior, they must beat the Kyurem trial."

"I assume that means you beat Kyurem, right?"

"You assume correct. However, there are rules one must follow. First, you must collect an egg from one of the nine realms; this will be your partner and must be the first egg you collect." Blake tilted his head, raising a brow.

"So, you just go anywhere in the nine realms and pick up any random egg?"

"Yes."

Blake furrowed his brow, having assumed it would've been a lot more complicated than that. But, he recalled the Kyurem challenge, so he pressed. "Then what? You build up a team and beat Kyurem?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Loki replied, taking a bite of their cheesecake. He finished before continuing, not wanting to speak with their mouth full. "The Pokemon you hatch is the only one you're allowed to have. It's after you've beaten the trial that you're allowed more."

"So, you grab a random Pokemon egg and just hope it's powerful enough to fight Kyurem?" Blake almost didn't believe how difficult that trial sounded. He couldn't imagine what it would've been like if he had to beat such a powerful beast with his partner. Hedorah likely wouldn't have lasted two seconds!

Loki knew Blake would respond that way. They smirked. "It has to be difficult; otherwise, it wouldn't be a challenge." Blake nodded, going over the odds and trying to think of a strategy that might win. Of course, it's easier said than done, as a pure poison type has very little against an Ice-dragon type.

"So, you beat him?" Blake asked after a moment of thought.

"It took a few tries, but I succeeded eventually." Loki replied with a nod and a proud smile, recalling Suicune dealing the finishing blow.

"Oh, so you can do it multiple times?" Blake was relieved about that, at least. So, even if you lost, you could always try again later? That made it seem a lot more forgiving.

"Of course, it wouldn't be fair otherwise. Though, by the time your partner has healed, Kyurem would as well. So, you can't rely on Kyurem's old wounds to shift the odds in your favour." Loki explained. "You're also not allowed to bring any healing or status items with you, so-"

"So, it has to be a perfect run through."

"Exactly." Blake could only imagine how stressful that would be. Unable to use items, especially against a Pokemon with such a typing; No status items to help with paralysis from dragon moves, freezing from ice moves, or healing items. Blake could only imagine how hard that fight would be for a grass type.

"Wait, Suicune is a water type, right? You beat Kyurem with a Pokemon who's weak to it!"

Loki chuckled with a smirk. "It's easy when you have the right strategy, Blake."

"What strategy was that?"

"Ominous wind, Aqua ring, and Substitute." Loki replied. Blake nodded, realizing what Loki was saying. Substitute to block the attacks, Aqua ring to heal, and Ominous wind to increase Suicune's stats; its attacks made more powerful and its defence more sturdy.

"I see." Blake paused, which Loki noticed.

"Are you trying to think of a strategy for your Pokemon?" Blake shrugged with a slight chuckle. "Well, if you ever had to fight Kyurem, I'm sure Hedorah's current moveset would be fine."

"You think so?" Blake asked, raising a brow.

"Stockpile, Swallow, and Metal claw? Those on their own would work, I'm sure. Even without his poisoning moves."

"Yeah… I guess that's true." Blake picked up his soda and drank some. A thought came to mind, "If I want to move to Asgard, would I have to do the Kyurem challenge since I have Pokemon?"

"Seeing as you're my right hand, yes."

"Oh, joy," Blake muttered somewhat sarcastically under his breath. "So I guess I should train up Hedorah a little before we go, huh?"

"Actually, no." Blake blinked in surprise, but Loki explained. "You'd need to fulfill the entire trial, which includes retrieving a new egg." Blake almost spat out his drink, barely avoiding doing so.

"Wait, what?!"

"I'm afraid so." Loki fiddled with the book again, turning to a page with what Pokemon were common in which realms. "It's good that you brought this up. It almost slipped my mind."

[badassxbirdy]

Edit: If I’ve unfollowed, refollowed, or you’ve softblocked, please see this post and let me know accordingly!

May Activity Update (Pinned Post)

It’s time once again for an activity update! If you’re new here: these monthly posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brainfog strikes. This update includes things posted or in drafts for the month of April. Everything else can be found in previous monthly updates under this tag. There’s also the thread tracker here.

The full activity update (along with OOC house keeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens, memes, and the wishlist, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Ty on Wire for IC texting.

Now onto the update!

OOC Housekeeping:

I want to start doing more story arc development on Ty’s blog again, so expect a few posts about that to come soon.

Posted a round of opened starters, for anyone who doesn’t know: those are explained here.

I’m going to be tagging people in replies to get around the current notes issue and any others that may arise. If I forget to do it, I’ll shoot you a message instead.

Fixes for the notes issue can be found here and here for those who need it.

Thread tracker has (for the most part) been updated. Thanks to everyone who got back to my DM’s about old threads. ❤️

I still haven’t found the login for Ty’s discord. 🤦‍♀️ Until I do, tumblr DM’s or Ty’s Wire are the best ways to reach me both IC and OOC.

Threads, replies, memes, and other IC interactions:

(In alphabetical order by username)

At the motel (link) - @demcnsinmymind

Car trouble (drafted) - @demcnsinmymind

“You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” (link) - @demcnsinmymind

Ty takes Lance on a hunt! (drafted) - @demcnsinmymind

Birthday gift mischief: the peanut gag continues! 😂 (link) - @demcnsinmymind

Birthday gift mischief: a crossbow! (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Universe differences (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Ty is scarred for life. (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Damon shields Ty. (link) - @derschwarzeengel

The truth about Darklighters (queued) - @derschwarzeengel

Damon encounters Dark!Ty (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Getting out of jail (queued) - @derschwarzeengel

Roasting 50 shades (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Vampire!Damon (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Making their escape (queued) - @derschwarzeengel

“I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.” (link) - @drkroots (Shannon)

“Is there a reason you’ve been following me for an hour?” (drafted) - @drkroots (Deacon)

Kit offers a flower, Tyler says 👁👄👁 (link) - @florafound

Birthday mischief: baking unsupervised is probably a bad idea. 😂 (link) - @heavenguided

Meeting Captain Hook (link) - @hvbris

Ty is confused by Wednesday (drafted) - @hvbris

Birthday mischief: “hey! you didn’t tell me it was your birthday!” (drafted) - @imprvdente

FBI!Fish babysits Human!Ty (drafted) - @imprvdente

At the fair (link) - @indyflanery

Attempting to babysit the Doctor. 😂 (link) - @innerwar

Jokes with Charm (drafted) - @innerwar

A demon problem (drafted) - @magaprima

“Can I just be normal?” (link) - @nightiingaled (Mel)

Time for “The Talk” (link) - @nightiingaled (Mel)

Ty is ANGY and Proteus is BABY. (link) - @nightiingaled

Banishment gone wrong (link) - @normallyxstranger

The way out (drafted) - @razorfst

NO BEING BAIT. 😤 (link) - @unbearablyindifferent

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

FMK poll results: Ty needs therapy. (link)

Ty’s favourite holiday (link)

“Would you still love me if I was a worm? 🥺” aka KilliTy being disgustingly cute. (link)

Sinday questions: One thing a partner should never do. (link)

Sinday questions: mood killer, how adventurous is she, one night stands, and one thing she’s dying to try. (link)

Sinday questions: does she crack jokes, does she get emotional, does she like to go out as aftercare, and physical affection/cuddling. (link)

Tyler can’t NOT make jokes. (link)

A gem from discord: Ty telling Killian about her arm scar. (link)

KilliTy moodboard by Rookito. 🥹 (link)

I think that’s everything! As always: please let me know if I’ve missed something. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, rest assured that if it’s not here I simply have not seen it. Remember to be kind to yourselves, and hydrate your flesh prison. ❤️ — Em

[maligns]

@txnichtgut​  /  starter id: ingrid brandl galatea

she keeps replaying the motions of the battle; the amalgam of fire and gore in her mind. she remembers hefting her lance forward, the tip of metal sinking through flesh and bone, then a cry behind her. when she whirls around, it’s to the sight of horror, of red hair matted with blood and the shatter of breastplate armor. in her dreams, he is still and unbreathing. eyes open towards the sky and dulled -- gone.

the infirmary is cold at night, when the wickers have all burnt low and the attendants are asleep. she still hasn’t been able to break her bad habit of mischief  ( despite her own reflexive nagging, she concedes ) ,  carries a blanket and torch to pass the night next to sylvain’s prone form. breaths weak and wispy as he fights for his life. she’s caught by manuela sometimes, and she does feel bashful when amber eyes shoot her a disapproving look, but not enough to stay away.

amid the long hours, the hand in her twitches slightly, and drowsiness falls from her quicker than water. she leans forward slightly, anticipating, watching the flicker of his pale eyelids for a sign. was it wishful thinking? was the movement of his eyes a trick of the candlelight? shaky fingers reach forward to cup his unshaven jaw, stroking soft at his cheek, a gentle beseech. “s-sylvain?” she asks urgently, “can you hear me?”

[hitemwithboth]

✘ main ✘ bio ✘ face ✘ muse ✘ wishlist ✘

about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Barrel is a canon character from The Nightmare Before Christmas, and his portrayal is a mix of movie lore and headcanons. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write him into crossovers or AUs.

default verses:

storyverse: A largely canon verse that takes place in Halloweentown after the events of the film. Barrel and his siblings are freed from the influence of Oogie Boogie and getting into mischief as usual.

fableverse: When the storybook worlds collapse, Jack manages to get most of the Halloweentown residents safely to a contemporary town called Fableton. Trapped in a human body and with limited magic, but temporarily free from Oogie Boogie's torment, Barrel works at the local hospital to comfort the souls of the dead, although he can no longer cross over with them. (bio)

ever!after: Characters are reincarnated versions of their fairy tale counterparts, and few know who they truly are. After the death of their parents in a lab accident, Barrel and his siblings are raised by their oldest brother, Jack.

[gonnadieoffright]

✦ main ✦ bio ✦ face ✦ muse ✦ wishlist ✦

about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Lock is a canon character from The Nightmare Before Christmas, and his portrayal is a mix of movie lore and headcanons. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write him into crossovers or AUs.

default verses:

storyverse: A largely canon verse that takes place in Halloweentown after the events of the film. Lock and his siblings are freed from the influence of Oogie Boogie and getting into mischief as usual.

fableverse: When the storybook worlds collapse, Jack manages to get most of the Halloweentown residents safely to a contemporary town called Fableton. Trapped in a human body and with limited magic, but temporarily free from Oogie Boogie's torment, Lock uses his talents to help Hades at the Underworld casino. (bio)

ever!after: Characters are reincarnated versions of their fairy tale counterparts, and few know who they truly are. After the death of their parents in a lab accident, Lock and his siblings are raised by their oldest brother, Jack.

[chaotic-cucurbita-archived2024]

((Tag dump.))

[nix-writes-mcyt]

hello :D i've realized i have run dry on Mumbo x Reader content, so any fluffy and romantic things with Reader and Mumbo would be amazing!! (i will give you free reign on the rest of it, i'm not too picky lmao)

First Mumbo fic of Season 9. Love to see it. I do hope it's fluffy and romantic enough!

Flower Pot

Oneshot Contains: Fluff. A Lot Of Fluff. --------------------------------------------------

Since travelling to the new world you've spent a lot of time on your own. After everything that happened before you and Mumbo agreed to make your own starter bases for now.

It was hard at first, staying a little further away from the man you love, but it had lit quite the fire.

Basing away from Mumbo for the first time in 3 seasons was strange, you found yourself missing him. It cemented that you really do love him.

Grian, knowing this, had been keeping you up to date on your partners happenings. Something the mischief maker was very good at. It didn't take him long to find out some information which you would be able to use.

Mumbo had decided to become the richest hermit. If there's one thing you know it's that Mumbo hasn't always made the most profitable shops. Some not profitable at all. And by some you mean most.

So, your plan was set. Since then you've been back and fourth to his vault a number of times. Getting in wasn't hard, you've lived with this man for long enough. You've been leaving diamonds in his chests at random.

Your shop was doing well so far, you'd made a handful of diamonds. But your main source came from mining. Hours and hours of it. But you needed the resources for your build and your shop, the diamonds had just come as a bonus.

You open your valuables chest, cringing at the mess inside. Without a sorting system you'd created quite the chest monster. With a shake of your head you grab a stack of diamonds, stuffing them in your pocket.

You make your way towards spawn, careful to look for his name as you approach from behind The Entity. Nothing. "Good. Wish me luck." You say to The Entity, giving a little pat and smiling as its heartbeat gets slightly louder.

You sneak toward the entrance to Mumbo's vault, checking for his name once again before pressing the buttons in sequence. The vault door opens, much louder than you hoped, but there's no sign of the man you love. So you enter his small starter base, waiting for the door to close behind you before moving any further.

The inside of the vault hasn't changed much since you were last inside. Mumbo always relied on you to help with interior decoration, so with you gone it's down to bare structure for the most part. The decor he did have wasn't much, a few item frames, a map, an empty flower pot.

You wander further in, imagining all the ways you'd spruce the place up. Literally and figuratively. It would look nice with some spruce, everyone loves it. Some leaves, maybe a few pictures. Many many flowers. (Something Mumbo wasn't fond of at first but grew to love.)

There's a lot you could do with the space. But you're not here to do that. You're here to give Mumbo a stack of diamonds that he just.. misplaced in a chest in the back.

Then you spot the one. It's not a chest but a barrel, placed in the wall as decoration behind a double chest. It's perfect.

You go and open it up, placing the stack of diamonds in a random space as well as a couple odd bits you had on you. That should serve him nicely.

You hear the piston doors open. Panic. It fills you up from head to toe. You check your pockets for your emergency invisibility potion. It's not there.

You stand still, seeing Mumbo turn the corner, eyes focused on the book he has his nose in. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, every breath seems just too loud as he walks closer without even knowing you're there.

Then his eyes snap up. The shock is evident in his face and you can feel your entire body tense up under his gaze. You've missed him. It feels like forever since he last looked at you.

"Y/n?" He asks. You say nothing, paralysed by love and fear. You shouldn't be in here after all.

Mumbo stares at you for a while, the silence is deafening but with a comfort you've missed. You take him in as he is, his hair slightly messy, suit clean but his collar isn't sitting flat nor is his tie straight.

He places his book on top of a crafting table and walks toward you. His hands cup your face, eyes soft as he takes in that you're really there.

"I've missed you so much." He whispers, dropping his hands down to pull you in for a hug. "I've missed you too." You reply, just as hushed as him.

After a long hug he pulls himself away from you, "why are you here?" He means no harm with the question, it's genuine and full of love.

"I.. I've been hiding diamonds for you to find." His eyes widen. "You've been putting the diamonds in my chests? Y/n-"

"I couldn't be here to support your goals, I didn't know if you wanted me around." "Of course I want you around, being without you has been lonely. I love you, I miss you. I miss having you around. I even went and got some of these."

He pulls out a small bunch of your favourite flowers, somehow still in good condition despite being in his inventory. You feel yourself melt at the thought of him displaying your favourite flowers in his base for him to see.

He smiles softly, walking over to place the flowers in what will be their home, the empty pot you spotted earlier.

"I don't know if you've thought about it much, but if you want to.. come live with me again?" The hope is his voice is vast. Just like the hope you've had in your heart.

"I will." You smile, happy to know you'll be back with him soon enough, together as a pair, as you're meant to be. Just like the addition of the flowers to the flower pot.

Alone the two of you are very different, different skills, different purposes. But when the two of you are together you work perfectly, complimenting each other and adding something you both need to each others lives. You the flowers to his empty pot.

[mistress-ofmagic]

Unexpected Encounters 

Request: Can you write an imagine similar to "Around the Realms in 80 days" where reader and Loki are sharing a tent and reader walks in on Fandral and Lady Loki making out? 

A/N: this is my first request! I hope I've done okay lol!

It was getting late and you were cold. The sun was almost down, but you took a second to admire the beauty of the Asgardian sunset. 

Sighing, you decided it was probably time to leave your post, and head back to camp. You hadn’t exactly been fruitful; you were hoping to catch something for dinner but nothing had appeared. At least that’s what you told yourself; to be honest you weren’t completely sure what you would even do if some sort of animal did turn up. You were pretty sure you wouldn’t have the gaul to catch it or kill it for food. 

You shuddered. No, best perhaps to stick to the vegetables you had found. 

Although the last time you had brought some “vegetables”, Loki had immediately smacked the food out of your hands and informed you they were definitely poisonous. 

At lest you tried. 

This time you were hoping the food you found was at least edible. 

You held on for a few moments more, reluctant to head back. Travelling with a hoard of Asgardian guards was not a quiet affair, and you enjoyed the peacefulness of being outdoors away from the men. 

To be honest, you were sort of sick of the arguments; for grown men they sure as hell bickered a lot. 

The worst by far was Loki and well…everyone now you thought about it. You weren’t sure if it was actually possible for Loki to go a whole day without causing chaos. Being the God of mischief you wondered if it might actually be out of his control. 

You had been suck in the same place for a while now too, the weather had been awful over the past few weeks, causing floods to grow across the land. Until the water died down, the party was stranded. 

The lack of movement of course created a breeding ground for boredom, arguments and pettiness, and you tried to stay out of it as best as possible. 

Perhaps though, actually, the worst of it was the arguments between Loki and Fandral. You knew there was some sort of past between the two although you hadn’t been privy to those particulars, the situation you were currently in was resurfacing some sort of drama. 

If you could sit from a far and watch it, you might have found it somewhat entertaining. As it was, you were currently sharing a tent with the Prince, meaning that you were more often than not in the vicinity when the arguments erupted. 

They seemed to know exactly how to wind each other up, and you couldn’t decide if they actually secretly enjoyed it or not. Why else did they make any excuse to get the other ones attention?

You picked your feet up and slowly headed back to camp. Ignoring the sound of shuffling animals in the bushes so you didn’t feel too guilty about bringing nothing back. 

To your surprise (or not) it looked like the men had already eaten and had started to head to bed. The feeling of stagnation had irritated even the most patient of men, meaning they headed off to their own tents to get away from each other. 

You scoffed the food that had been left for you, and left your vegetables near the camp; someone could decide tomorrow if it was suitable to eat.

Ready for a good nights sleep, you started to walk round to Loki’s tent. Loki preferred to sleep away from the rest of the men, so had set up a little further out. As it turns out, this was a good thing, and meant you didn’t get woken up at an ungodly hour every time someone wandered past to relieve themselves. 

As you got closer, you felt something was off. For starters, the tent flaps were slightly open; Loki normally loved privacy. You guard was up, and you tiptoed gingerly closer to the tent, listening out for anything that could be wrong. 

You could hear movement and the sound of rustling and… wait was that a moan?

You stood at the edge of the tent and slowly, quietly peaked round, worried about what you would find. 

There, sat on the bed was Fandral, naked from the waist up, making out with a lady who straddled him. 

Your brain short circuited, and your first stupid thought was “why is Fandral getting it on with someone in my tent, doesn’t he have his own?” 

You almost interrupted them to tell them that but something stopped you. There was something almost familiar about the woman but you couldn’t remember where you’d seen her before. She had long silky black hair, and high cheek-bones. She was wearing a short silky green robe that was tight with thin belt, demonstrating her long thin legs. The robe was rather askew in a haphazard way, displaying one of her full breasts. On her head, she wore Loki’s helmet. 

Loki’s going to be soooo pissed you thought, as you assumed this was some sort of set up on Fandral’s behalf to get back at him from an earlier argument. 

The couple came up for a breath, and Fandral caressed the lady’s face gently. You were surprised at the gesture, you had never seen him look so tender; to be honest you hadn’t really thought it possible. 

His chest heaved,

“Mm, Loki…”

....

What??

Suddenly it clicked in place, that the lady currently looking adoringly down into Fandral’s eyes was Loki. 

You knew Loki was a shapeshifter sure, but you had never actually seen them as a female before. 

Not that you would ever tell Loki, but it was a good look. 

After the initial shock, the next feeling you felt was irritation. This was your bed too, why couldn’t they have gone to Fandral’s tent? 

Loki suddenly pushed Fandral hard down onto the bed and moved her hips over his groin. 

Fandral moaned. “What are you going to do to me, Mistress?”

You hadn’t necessarily taken Fandral for the submissive type, although, you mused, you hadn’t necessarily ever really thought about it before.

You suddenly remembered back to yesterday afternoon, when Loki had shoved an unsuspecting Fandral into the nearby pond and told him to watch his step. Fandral had gone quite pink, you thought out of anger but perhaps he rather enjoyed it.

“Oh, Lo-Lo!” Fandral moaned. 

Lo-Lo? Forgetting for a second, completely the situation you were in, you chortled. 

The couple on the bed stopped suddenly and Loki whipped round to face you. 

“Um…bye then.” You turned quickly and tried to leave.

In a flash of green magic, you were sitting on the chair in the middle of the room.

Fandral looked anxious and Loki was glaring at you. Luckily you knew Loki enough to not be too scared of him.

“Oh come on… I won’t tell anyone!” You groaned. “Or could you at least put some clothes on before you kill me, this is not the last view I want to have before I die.” 

Loki rolled her eyes.

“How long have you been there?”

“Far too long, it just took me by surprise. So… is this like a thing then?” 

Loki and Fandral glanced at each other, and after a pause Loki nodded curtly. 

You grinned,

“And I’m the first to know?”

Loki eyed you suspiciously. “What do you want mortal?”

“Who me?” You blinked innocently. “Come on, I’m genuinely happy for you! I think this is a good thing.” You said sincerely. 

Loki raised an eyebrow.

“Ugh, can I go now? This is way worse for me than it is for you.”  You complained. 

Fandral and Loki sighed and Loki rolled her eyes again. 

“Fine. Leave.” 

You stood and hastily exited the tent. Making sure you were well clear of Loki’s wrath but still within earshot you called back,

“See you later Lo-Lo!”

[starboundanon]

Hi Herbie!

For the WIP tagging thing - Tookaverse starter??! I’m super intrigued!

Please, do tell 😮🤩

Tookaverse Starter

A collab with @brassknuckled: An AU in which we explore desert mysticism on Tatooine, spliced with single tooka!dadakin shenanigans. More on this verse can be found here.

It was early. Too early to be awake. The primary sun would not begin to rise for an hour at least, yet his kit had already woken. Anakin peeled one eye open at the muffled sounds of mischief, spotting his young son at the mouth of their den. A gentle clack-clack-clack sound filled their home as Luke hammered a black melon against a rock, attempting to crack it open like a mudhorn egg.

“Luke,” Anakin called, voice heavy with sleep. “What are you doing?”

The answer came to him as a feeling; a picture without words.

Thirsty.

Send me a title!

[weelittleweasley]

safe and sound (f.w.)

prompt: after getting caught in the rain and chased by death eater, you stumble upon a house and look for a safe haven inside. little did you know who would be waiting for you in that house.

pairings: fred weasley x fem! reader

warnings: running away, mentions of death, mentions of war, language, anxiety, sexual tension (of course), food, some classic longing stares, don’t worry it’s a fluffy ending 

word count: 9.7k (its so long im sorry)

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The engine of your car roared as rain slapped against the windshield, your chest heaving with fear, constantly checking your rear view mirror, pressing down on the gas as hard as you could. You whispered tiny prayers, hoping that you were going fast enough to outrun whoever was chasing you. Looking at the speedometer, you see that it slowly climbs to 85 miles an hour, then 90, then 95 as you search the dirt roads ahead of you for a clearing or any sign of life. “Please, please, please, please,” you whisper to yourself as you continue to speed through the English countryside, thunder rumbling behind you as the speedometer climbs and climbs. 

With each flash of lightning you jump a little in your own skin, mistaking it for the flash from someone’s wand, casting a hex on you. But you remind yourself that you must be miles and miles away from them and that you were safe. For now at least.

You continue to scan your surroundings, not recognizing where you were, the rain blurring your view outside. Regardless, you continue to drive, straight down the road, until you reached some place that looked like it had life. 

But your car had other plans. As you slammed your foot on the gas, there was a screeching sounds, and then a rumbling boom, before smoke started to appear from the front of the car. “Oh, come on! Not now!” you yell out in frustration, pushing your foot on the gas harder, hoping that the action would keep the car going. But much to your dismay, the car came to a simmering halt as you threw your head back with a groan. With the little life it had left, you pulled the car to the side of the road and put it in park, even though that would change a thing. The car was dead.

You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to think of something. You were stranded in the middle of nowhere, with just your wand, a small bag of your belongings, and dead car with half a tank of petrol. “Fuck,” you curse slamming your hands down on the wheel. 

Through the rain, you try to scan your surroundings again. The nearest town was still some ways away and you had no way of contacting anyone. Your best bet was to wait out here in the car until morning when the rain would hopefully stop and you could walk to the nearest town and get some help. “Bloody brilliant,” you huff, zipping up your jumper, folding your arms. 

As you lean in the driver’s seat, you try not to focus on the events that had precipitated previously; the thought was far too terrifying for you. Instead, you focused on the raindrops that streamed down your car window, as you pit one raindrop against another, making them race down the glass. 

But as you watch the raindrops fall, through the rain, in the distance, you can almost make out a small building. A house. Through the brush and the trees was a small home, the windows illuminated meaning there was a sign of life. “Thank Merlin,” you whisper to yourself as you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

You flip up your hood, trying to protect yourself from the rain, but to no avail. When you step outside of the car door, you are saturated in an instant, the cold and unforgiving rain soaking your jeans and jumper, dampening your hair through your hood. “Shit,” you huff as you start to take up a light jog, hoping and praying that the company in the small house was welcoming.

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“I need another bucket!” Ron calls out as he stands under another leak in the Burrow, holding a small mug up to catch the dripping water. Ginny runs to the kitchen and grabs another bucket under the sink before handing it off to Ron. He places it on the floor before scurrying off the previous leaks that seem to appear throughout the Burrow. “Gin, can you take care of the leak on the second floor?” Ron calls out to which Ginny replies an On it! before scurrying up the stairs.

Molly Weasley is scrambling throughout the house before plucking her band from her dressing robe, “Reparo!” she casts as the roof seems to mend itself. She casts it a few more times around the house with a frustrated sigh each time. “That should hold us over for a while now. But keep the buckets there in case the leak starts again,” she tells Ron with a kiss on the forehead. 

“The attic seems to be fine!” George calls from the top of the stairs. “No water damage and no leaks inside. Can’t speak for the rest of the place,” he shrugs as he descends the stairs, Fred following not too far behind. 

Molly sighs, “Well, that’s the best we can ask for right now. One of you go help your father in the shed. He says there’s a tarp in there that we can lay out in case the storm gets worse.” With a curt nod, Percy starts outside to help Arthur out in the shed. The rest of the Weasleys flop on the couch with a huff. 

Storms like this always brought more bad than good. It did wonders for Molly’s garden, but as for the infrastructure of their house not so much. The Burrow was old and needed some renovations, but money was tight. Instead, simple fixes here and there did the trick during stormy weather. 

Ginny helps her mother light more candles around the house before heading over to the fireplace to get a fire going to warm the house. Ron shivers a little before running up to his room to grab a jumper to keep him warm. Fred looks over at George, mischief in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. George looks at his brother before picking up on his wave length. A stormy day always made for the most interesting quidditch matches. 

The twins rise from the couch, grabbing their coats before Molly interrupts, “And where do you two think you’re off to?”

Fred, without looking at his mother, speaks, “The weather is perfect for a quidditch match. Great practice. Reckon you’ll join, Gin?” Fred asks the youngest Weasley as she looks at him with excited eyes.

“None of you lot with be playing quidditch in this weather!” Molly exclaims with a firm tone and folded arms. Ginny looks at her mother with pleading eyes to which she brushes off. “The weather is wicked outside!”

George laughs, “Yeah, wicked for playing quidditch.” Fred joins in on the laughter, offering his twin a high five with his accepts.

“If you two disobey me, you’ll be in a wicked amount of trouble. Now put your coats down and help me start the fire. Fred, go fetch the old newspaper. George, get the wood from upstairs. We need to warm this place up before we all freeze to death,” she huffs as George and Fred reluctantly take off their coats with a groan. Yet they still obey their mother. 

George looks over to his twin, “You shouldn’t have told her we were playing quidditch. You should have made up something.”

Fred scoffs, “And said what? We’re replanting the peonies?” George rolls his eyes. “That’s what I thought. Now go get the fire wood like you’re told,” he teases his twin, earning him a slap upside the head. “Wanker.”

George disappears upstairs as Fred goes into the kitchen and grabs the old newspapers from the dining room table. Page by page he rips them into small pieces, crumpling them up, creating a fire starter. 

Suddenly, a great rumble of thunder comes from outside, startling the house Weasley family. They all quickly laugh it off with a shake of their heads. The storms were brutal in the summer months. But there it was again, another sound. But not quite thunder.

“Was that thunder?” Ron asks, crouched down by the fire place, helping George throw in the logs. 

Fred shakes his head. “No,” he listens closely again before it sounds again. Four bangs on the front door. Fred looks to his brothers and sister and speaks, “I thought Harry and Hermione were coming next week?”

“They are,” Ron answers with a puzzled look on his face.

Again, four more bangs on the front door, but now followed by a, “Is anyone home?”

Everyone’s eyes are wide with confusion. They expected no visitors, especially during a storm. But this only peaked their interest as to who was at the Burrow’s door at this time of night during a summer storm. Without much hesitation, Fred walks to the front door and swings it open.

In front, there you were. Body and clothes completely soaked with rain, shivering from the cold, lips purple and teeth chattering as you clung onto your thing jumper. Your hair was matted down with rain as droplets cascaded down your face as you looked at the tall, ginger haired boy in front of you. If you weren’t freezing your ass off, you would have stared at the handsome boy longer. But too consumed with the cold, you speak, “I need h-help.” Your words are shaky from your clattering teeth.

Fred looks at you, completely enthralled with the being in front of him. How could someone look so divine when drenched in rain water? Your lips were pressed together and shivered in your lavender jumper that matched the color of your lips. Small droplets of water fell from your hair and onto your feet as you sniffled. The sight was oddly charming. He snapped out of his thoughts and called out, “Mum!! We’ve got company!!” With a small smile, he opened the door further and welcomed you into the house as you sighed. “Come on then.”

You let out a breathy “thank you” as you entered the house, which wasn’t much warmer than outside, but it was better than being in the freezing rain. You stand in the middle of the house, a shivering, wet mess as you feel all eyes on you. Fred instructs Ron to get the fire started as he looks over to you, “How long have you been in the rain?”

“Uh, not long. I was in my car and then it broke down and I saw your house, so I ran over. Maybe ten minutes,” you shrug as the house slowly descends into madness, trying to help you out.

“Ten minutes too long,” Fred huffs with a smile before looking over at his mother. “She’s been walking in the rain. She needs to get warm,” Fred tells Molly whose face is painted with worry even though she didn’t know who you were. 

Molly rushes over to you and places her hands on your shoulders. “Oh, my dear! You’re frigid! Fred, start a kettle of tea! George, grab the quits from your room! Ron, is that fire ready?” she starts tossing orders out as her children comply, darting in all different directions. Molly guides you towards the living room where the fire was, placing you directly in front. “You poor thing. Where are you coming from?” she asks, rubbing your arms. “Here, give me that saturated jumper. Ginny, go fetch one of your jumpers to give...what’s your name, dear?”

You smile at the sweet woman and speak, “(Y/N).”

Molly smiles, “(Y/N). Go fetch (Y/N) a jumper.” Ginny darts off to her room as you sit in front of the fire, the heat already radiating making you feel much better. “My name is Molly, dear. That’s Ginny who ran off, this is Ron, and in the kitchen are Fred and George. My husband, Arthur, and other son, Percy, are in the shed, but they should be in in any minute.”

You furrow your brows as you look at Molly and then around at your surroundings at the people around you. Red hair. Small house. Molly. Arthur. Many siblings. They must be the-

“(Y/N)?” a voice calls from the other room in the door frame.

You look over and there Percy stands, a familiar face with matted curly red hair, wet from the rain. “Percy! Hi!” you smile as Percy walks over to you with a small smile before giving you a light hug. 

He laughs, “What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be with Alyssa for the weekend?” 

From behind you a voice speaks, “Wait, I’m confused. How do you two know each other?” Ron looks between you and Percy confused as to how you recognized each other.

Percy speaks for you, “(Y/N)’s family works in the ministry. (Y/N) works as one of the assistants. Her father has high rankings with the ministry.” You smile up at Percy. It was true. Your family was heavily involved with the ministry, specifically with the regulation and control of magical creatures. That’s why you never really ended up going to school. You were guaranteed a job when you were born. Sometimes being at the ministry 24/7 was boring, but when you met Percy, it was a change of pace. Someone close in age to you and a new face to talk to. The two of you became fast friends. “We’ve been co-workers for sometime now.”

You look up at Percy and sigh, “I was with Alyssa. But, um,” you gulp, heart racing at the memory. “Something happened.” Percy gives you an inquisitive look as you look around you, now all of the Weasley’s eyes interested in what you had to say. So much for some privacy. “Alyssa’s father...he...got himself mixed with some of the wrong people...” you trail off as Percy sighs. “Lucius Malfoy decided to pay us a visit and...he killed him. Alyssa and I and her mother and sisters made it out in time, but we got separated. She just yelled at me to drive and...” you start becoming overwhelmed with the images of what had happened and tears start trailing down your face as a small sob escapes your lips as you quickly cover it.

Percy places a hand on your shoulder and rubs your back with a sad smile. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers as you pull yourself together with a deep breath. “You’re safe here. I promise that. Mum will take good care of you. We all will,” Percy gives you a small smile and for some reason, that makes you feel relaxed. Looking around at the people in the room, you feel comforted and safe. Something you needed after today. 

Coming back was Ginny with a fresh jumper. She gave you a good look and said, “You know what? Just come up to my room actually. You can wear some of my clothes and get out of those wet ones, yeah?” she offers you a kind smile and her hand as you gladly accept, following her up to her room.

As you disappear up the stairs, Fred watches you with a small smile on his lips. Molly and Arthur occupy themselves with talk about where you would sleep for the night and how they would reconfigure sleeping arrangements. George and Ron start fighting about how the fire isn’t big enough. But Fred just can’t stop watching you go up and up and up the stairs.

He clears his throat and then speaks, “Perc...hey.” Percy walks over to his brother. “This (Y/N) girl...she didn’t go to Hogwarts...did she?” he asks.

Percy shakes his head, “No. She’s been studying under her father since she was born practically. She’s a great person. Really funny, really smart, and damn good at her job,” he explains to Fred, who clings onto every last word. Fred didn’t know what it was, but there was something about you that just drew him in. And he wanted to know every thing there was to know about you. Percy quickly recognizes the look in his brother’s eyes and says, “Don’t get any ideas, Fred. Come on, she’s my friend.”

Fred shrugs, “So. Does she have a partner?” Percy sighs. “Great. So she’s available,” he wiggles his eyebrows as Percy slaps his arm. “I’m not gonna make a move on her, Percy! Godric...not yet at least.” But before Percy can slap him again, Fred is running away in the other room to join his twin and younger brother on the floor.

Practically jumping on George, Fred smothers his brother as George groans, “Would you get off of me, git?” Fred laughs before taking a seat next to him. “What’s got you so excited?” George looks at his twin before instantly realizing the change in his mood. “Good Godric, really? You fancy the girl? Merlin, Fred, she just got here and she’s clearly in distress over what she saw today!” George whisper yells at Fred who is too happy to care about what his brother scolds him over. 

He simply speaks, “I don’t plan on jumping on the girl tonight, George. I just am looking to get to know her better.”

“Before you jump on her,” Ron speaks, making George laugh as Fred slaps his younger brother upside the head.

“Hey! Who said I was doing to do any of that!” he defends himself. “I think she’s beautiful. I don’t know. There’s something about her that I...just can’t put my finger on. I don’t know. I just wanna get to know her better. Alright? Can you live with that?” Fred speaks to his brothers as they look at each other knowingly. 

But before Fred can defend himself further, you are back in the room, changed into fresh clothes from Ginny. You pull the jumper down more, covering your midriff as you sit back down on the floor in front of the fire with Ginny, you and her making light conversation. And the while, Fred steals little glances here and there. 

“So, you didn’t go to Hogwarts, but you learned under your father?” Ginny asks as you nod happily.

There was a part of you that felt like you really missed out on an experience. Not attending Hogwarts was a choice that your parents made without your input and you wished every day that you had spoken up and told them that you wanted to go. But instead, they argued that learning directly under your father would be a better education and whatever you didn’t learn, you could easily pick up with some help from your father, your mother, or any of their friends in the ministry. Other than that, you had a relatively happy childhood, working with magical creatures daily, running around the different departments with other children you could find. Life was good, until trouble started to appear in spurts.

You reply, “Yeah. When he steps down from his position, I’ll be there to take it over. It’s what I’ve been working towards my whole life.” When you spoke the sentence, it stung. It wasn’t like you had a choice. Your future was set out for you since the day you were born. 

Ginny smiles, “That’s really cool though. You don’t need to work about OWLs or NEWTs or any exams. Sounds pretty sweet.” You give her a weak laugh. Pretty sweet. 

Molly comes back in the room, a small cup of tea in her hands. “Black tea, cream, no sugar,” she coos. “Percy told me how you take it,” she winks as you smile and thank her graciously. “I’m glad to see that you’re in warm clothes now. For tonight, and I hope you don’t mind, you’ll spend the night in Fred and George’s room. George will spend the night in Ron’s room and Fred will sleep on the couch down here, so you’ll have some privacy,” Molly speaks with a smile.

You look around the room, “Oh! I can take the couch! Really! I don’t want to kick anyone out of their room!” you tell the group as they all give you small smiles.

“Nonsense!” Molly smiles. “A guest deserves to sleep on a proper bed. Besides this is just for tonight. Tomorrow morning, Arthur and Percy will get the extra mattress from the attic and bring it down into Ginny’s room.” You shake your head and profusely thank the twins for giving up their room and the both of them just smile while Fred drops his left eye into a wink, making your heart flutter in your chest. “You can stay here as long as you need, dear. We can find someone to come in and fix your car.”

But before you can protest, Fred speaks up, “Actually, no need to call someone, Mum. George and I fixed the flying Ford Anglia, I’m sure we can fix some muggle car.”

“What the bloody hell are you on about, we ne-”

Fred nudges George in the stomach, making him double over with an oof, as Fred smiles and continues, “We’ll have it repaired in no time.”

You look over at Fred with curious eyes and a small smile. There was something about him that just was so magnetic. His brown eyes, tufts of messy red hair, loose t-shirt that clung onto his arm muscles that flexed so gently underneath the green fabric. Just his smile was enough to have you captivated for eons. “Thanks,” you simply state with a smile and he nods. “Um,” you break away from his gaze. “I’ll, uh, get ready for bed then, I guess. It’s quite late.”

You rise from the floor and scurry up the stares, feeling eyes on you, and for some reason, you hoped that Fred was one of them.

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It was two in the morning and the whole house was dead asleep. Except for you. Each time you closed your eyes, you felt the feelings and panic from hours before. Your heart thumped in your chest as you toss and turned in your sleep, an unsettled feeling wrestling in your stomach. 

Giving up, you sit straight up and huff, hearing the clock tick insistently on the wall, mocking you. You roll your eyes and swing your legs over the unfamiliar bed and rub your face. Standing up from the bed, you start to slug over to the door and down the stairs, trying to see if maybe a change of scenery would do you some good. 

When you walk down the stairs, you are careful to be quiet, not to wake up Fred. But lucky for you, he was wide awake, sitting on the floor in front of the fire place that was mere glowing embers. Fred turns and looks at you, a small smile dancing on his lips when he sees you. “Didn’t think you would be up,” you smile at him before taking a seat next to him on the floor, him scooting over so you could enjoy the residual warmth from the fire. 

Fred shrugs, “Couch isn’t super comfortable. The springs are digging into my back.”

You give him a sorry smile. “I’m sorry that I took your room for the night. I told you that I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. Not too late to take me up on my offer...” you give him a joking nudge, earning a light chuckle from one half of the Weasley twins.

“Very kind of you, but you take the room. I don’t mind sharing. Especially if it’s with a pretty girl,” he flirts as you feet heat rise to your cheeks, turning away from him so he couldn’t see your small smile. But Fred knows and that’s only earned him a proud feeling in his chest. “So,” he starts. “You’re friends with my dork brother, eh?” 

You lightly laugh, “He’s not a dork. Percy has been a really great friend. I really don’t know what I would do without him.” Fred gives you a small smile. “Truly. He’s really been my best mate.”

Fred wiggles his brows, teasing you. “Best mates, eh?” He bumps his shoulder into you as you giggle and roll your eyes. 

“Percy and I are just friends, come on,” you give him a playful shove. Fred smiles and shakes his head as you feel suddenly confident, a flirtatious comment falling off of your lips. “If we were, do you think I’d be down here talking to his cute brother?”

The comment makes Fred look at you, at first with wide eyes which eventually fades into a little smirk with ruby red cheeks. He chuckles, “Touché.” 

You and Fred sit next to the fire and continue to make conversation, talking about you, your life back home, and Fred and the joke shoppe. The more you talk to him the more you realize how easily conversation flowed between the two of you. Talking with Fred was like breathing; you didn’t need to think about it, it just happened so effortlessly. He made you laugh until you clutched your sides, doubled over in pain, which made his heart swell. Your laugh sounding like a beautiful melody of a familiar tune, something he could never grow tired of hearing.

“The shoppe really is a dream come true,” Fred smiles to himself as he watches the fire dwindle down. “It’s what George and I have always wanted our whole lives.” Watching Fred talk about the joke shoppe and seeing all the joy and passion behind his eyes was like watching fireworks. Captivating. The way he spoke about running his own business with his best mate and brother made a smile creep its way onto your face. “I can only imagine it’s the same way you feel about taking over your father’s position,” Fred looks to you with a hopeful smile as you gulp thickly.

You shrug, “Yeah. You can say that.” You wished you sounded more enthusiastic, but truth of the matter was you had no passion behind what you did. Sure, growing up you dreamed of taking over your father’s position and becoming head of the department. But as you grew up, you took up other interests and hobbies that outgrew your love of magical creatures. 

Fred instantly noticed your change in tone and twisted his eyebrows together. “That’s not a very convincing answer,” he laughs as you lightly chuckle. “You don’t want to take over his position?”

With a sigh, you rub your hands over your face. “I do, but...I don’t?” you look at him, wrapping your arms around your knees, bringing them close to your chest. You turn towards Fred and start, “I mean, my whole future was planned out for me when I was born. First born takes over the position. I’m first born so everything has been etched in stone for me. I love my family and what they do and I’ve always been passionate about it...but somethings missing, you know? As I grew up, I took different interests and now...I don’t know if I want to be in that position. I don’t want to be a part of the ministry anymore.” The confession was a lot to dump onto Fred, but for some reason you felt like he would understand. That he would listen to you. “I’m sorry that was a lot to unload.”

“Don’t apologize,” Fred smiles at you, placing a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently, making your heart race at the simple touch. Fred turns to face you, knees brushing against each other as you nibble on the inside of your cheek. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what do you want to do with your life?”

A small smile appears on your face. “I want to own a book shoppe. I know it sounds dorky, but I want to own my own book store with every book in the world. Fantasy, mythology, history, science, maths, everything under the sun. I want people to come in and read and sit and learn new things,” you light up at the thought of having a place to call your own. “I regret every day not getting the ‘real school’ experience, but in a weird way, I think owning a book store would make up for it?” you lightly laugh as Fred stares at you with a dreamy smile on his face.

The way you spoke about books and people and learning was unlike anything he had ever seen. You completely lit up like a Christmas tree and Fred was smitten. “You want to know my opinion?” Fred asks as you nod. “I think...you should leave the ministry and open up your own bookstore,” he tells you as you lightly laugh. “I’m serious. You don’t have half the passion for the ministry like you do for the bookstore. This is your dream. You should follow it.”

“Okay, but opening a bookstore requires money and investors and actually getting books. I don’t have nearly enough,” you sigh as a mischievous smile appears on Fred’s face. “Uh oh. I don’t like that smile.”

Fred laughs, “It’s a good smile, don’t worry. What if...George and I were your first investors. I mean, the joke shoppe is booming and we have the money to invest in a small business.”

You start shaking your head. He was being overly generous for someone you just met today. “Oh, Fred, I couldn’t ask you to do that. That’s you and George’s money and-”

“And I want to use it where I see fit. And I think your business proposal is very promising,” Fred tells you with a small smirk as you sigh, heart fluttering at the way his face is illuminated by the embers of the fire place. “Sleep on it. I don’t need an answer right now. But you should think about it, (Y/N).”

You smile softly, playing with the cuffs of Ginny’s maroon jumper, heart thumping your chest. Slowly, you look up at Fred and his eyes are glued on yours, a soft smile on his pink lips. The two of you don’t say a word, just sat there, looking at one another, taking each other in as the fire crackles, the faint smell of burnt wood filling your senses. In this moment, Fred looked like someone you had known your whole life. Like you were supposed to be here, looking at him right now. You can feel his knee brush against you again, making the hairs on your arms stand up, goosebumps erupting along your skin as you inhale sharply. 

Clearing your throat, you start to stand up. “I should probably get back to bed,” you interrupt the moment as Fred follows suit.

“Yeah, uh, you’re right. I gotta get up early anyway to start fixing your car,” Fred scratches the back of his neck as you make your way back to the stairs. “Goodnight, (Y/N). Sweet dreams.”

You stop on the third step and smile shyly at Fred. “Goodnight, Fred. Sweet dreams,” you repeat before walking up the stairs, a bright grin etched on your face.

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Two days have past since you arrived at the Weasleys. Morning comes quickly, day light streaming in through the window as you wake with a large stretch. You rub your eyes and look at the clock on the wall, the hands pointing to 10:13am. You had slept in later than expected, but maybe that’s what you needed. Slowly, you peel yourself from the bed and make your way downstairs, the hustle and bustle of the Weasley house in full swing. Ginny, Percy, and Ron are at the table, eating toast and eggs. “Look who decided to join the land of the living,” Percy teases as you smile with a groggy hey. “You hungry? Mum made enough eggs and toast to feed every fifth year at Hogwarts,” Percy laughs as you take a seat next to him, accepting a full plate of eggs, buttered toast, and a cup of tea the way you like it.

“Thank you, Molly,” you smile at the woman who places dirty dishes and pans in the sink as the magically begin to wash themselves.

She sends you a sweet smile and a wink, “Don’t mention it, dearest. Eat up. If you’re still hungry, there’s plenty more in the fridge.” 

As you start to eat, Ginny and Ron start to talk about the plans for the day, talking of maybe playing a quidditch match in the yard, Ginny entertains the idea of taking a trip to Diagon Alley, Ron going back and forth if he should visit Hermione or not. Percy just states he’ll be doing work from his room as you roll your eyes, nudging him lightly at how studious he was. You scan the table and the living room to see no Fred or George. They couldn’t be sleeping still, Fred wasn’t on the couch and Ron’s room was empty when you passed it. “Where are the twins?” you ask Percy as you bite into your toast.

“Outside fixing your car. Fred’s been working on it since Mum woke up. And she gets up early,” Percy emphasizes as you laugh. “George should be out there too or he’s in the shed looking for spare parts,” Percy sips his black coffee.

You nod and finish munching on your toast and eggs before rising from the table, placing your dish in the sink, and making your way outside to see what was going on. 

As you step outside, the warm sun engulfs you as you realize just how hot it was. Not the weather for Ginny’s heavy jumper that you slept in. But before you can complain about the heat, your eyes stumble on a sight that made you feel weak in the knees. 

You gulp thickly as you mouth run dry as the desert. Fred is leaning over the hood of your car, arms flexed as he tightens knobs on the engine, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Surrendering to the August heat, Fred pulls his shirt over his head to reveal his toned back muscles that glisten with summer sweat. He runs his grease covered hands through his hair, sweeping it back, his biceps flexing before he returns to his position covering over the car, grunting as he uses his strength to tighten and fix the bolts. His pants hang low on his waist as the tops of his boxers peak out from the material, making you inhale deeply. It felt so wrong to look at him, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the toned man in front of you. 

Finally snapping yourself out of your trance, you clear your throat, making your presence known. Fred turns towards you and a smile immediately forms on his lips. “Working hard or hardly working,” you tease him as you walk towards the car, leaning against him as Fred chuckles.

“Well, I’ve been up since six in the morning trying to fix this thing with no avail. So maybe the latter is more fitting,” he jokes as you smile. “How did you sleep last night?”

“Just fine,” you shrug before saying, “Um, thanks for staying up and talking with me for a bit the other night. It was nice.”

Fred smiles and folds his arms across his chest, your eyes darting down quickly to watch how his strong arms flexed over his toned chest, making you stomach do a flip. “Yeah, of course. You make great company,” he winks at you as you can’t help but giggle at his flirtatious remark. “Anyway, have you thought about my proposal?” he ask, raising his eyebrows and leaning over the hood of the car, closer to you as your heart stops at how close he was to you in this moment, mind drawing blank as your eyes scan over his naked top half. Fred notices your stare and he smirks, “Cat got your tongue, darling?” he coos.

But before you can speak, a voice interrupts, “Fred, would you quite harassing the guest?” You turn around to see George making his way back with a tool box and a wrench that he tosses to Fred who catches it with ease. “Morning, (Y/N),” George beams as you smile at him. “If my brother will stop flirting with you, hopefully we’ll get the car fixed by tonight.”

You chuckle as Fred rolls his eyes, continuing to work on the engine as you pry yourself from the car. “I appreciate it a lot. Taking the time out of your day to fix the car,” you tell the twins as they both smile and say it was no problem. “I’ll, uh, I’ll catch up with you two later,” you walk backwards back to the house before leaving the twins alone to fix the car as a smile lingers on your lips.

Fred watches you walk away, disappearing back into the house, his mind fixating on the way you looked in that jumper and sleep shorts, going to places where he shouldn’t really be thinking about. George punches Fred’s arm and snaps him out of his daydream. “Are you kidding, mate?” George laughs. “Come on.”

Fred groans, “I can’t stop thinking about her, George.” George rolls his eyes and shoves Fred out of the way, taking a look at the engine of the car. “We talked the other night for hours. She’s smart, and she’s funny, and bloody hell, she’s fucking gorgeous,” Fred huffs, running his fingers through his hair at the thought of you. He had just met you two days ago and you were already the first and last thing on Fred’s mind when he woke up and went to bed. “And I know there’s something there, mate. It’s just...awkward since we’re around everyone all the time,” Fred explains. “But I like her, George.”

George looks at his brother, giving him a look before realizing the sincerity behind his eyes and hopeful smile on his lips. George sighs and speaks, “Alright then. I’d say go for it, mate. If you think that there’s potential, what’s holding you back?” 

“Her life,” he breathes out as he leans against the car. “She works for the ministry. That’s where her life is, but she hates it. She told me that she wants to break away and move and open her own bookstore. (Y/N) wants a different life, but her obligations are holding her back,” Fred explains to George to tightens a bolt on the engine before looking up at his brother with a face that reads And? “I want to help her,” Fred speaks. “And not because I have a crush on her. Because she deserves it. After everything she’s been through, I want to help her live her dream,” he tells George who folds his arms over his chest. “Our dream came true and if we didn’t have help from Harry, who knows if and when our business would have taken off. The same can be said for (Y/N) and her dream.”

George goes back and forth as Fred anticipates a positive answer from his twin. With a sigh, George says, “Alright. Let’s do it. But under one condition!” Fred furrows his brows. “Don’t be doing this just because you fancy her. You really want to help her, right?” he clarifies.

Fred smiles gently, thinking about you and how happy you would be to receive the news that your dream is becoming a reality. “More than anything. She deserves it,” Fred speaks quietly as George smiles at his brother.

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Night had rolled around just as quickly as the morning came and you were sat on the floor of Ginny’s room on the mattress as everyone got ready for bed. In your hands, a letter from Alyssa, that an owl had brought in just minutes ago. She was safe, thank Merlin, back in London, waiting for your arrival. But the thought of leaving the Weasleys now, when you were just getting to know everyone, made your chest feel tight with sadness. Getting to know your mate’s family was enjoyable, especially with this newfound connection with Fred. Leaving now would just screw things up. 

But you had duties to attend. The ministry, your family, Alyssa. You needed to get things back on track before staying here caused them to derail yet again. 

You hear footsteps coming from down the hall as you fold the parchment and tuck it in your waistband of your shorts as you rise from the mattress. Instead of Ginny appearing in the door way like you expected, it was a freshly showered Fred in his pajama bottoms and an old white t-shirt that was just thin enough so you could see the outlines of his toned torso. His lifts his hands up so he can hang on the door frame, his eyes tracing you up and down quickly. You smile gently, “You fix my car, Weasley?”

He chuckles, “Come take a look for yourself.”

The two of you start down the stairs, leaving the rest of the Weasley family behind as you made your way outside. The summer night is mild, the sounds of crickets fill the air, and the breeze smells of grass and dew. Fred runs over to your car that’s a few feet away from the back of the house and jumps into the driver’s seat, putting the key in the ignition, and the engine roars. You smile and clap your hands, a job well done. Fred hops back out as you sit yourself on the hood of the car, facing him. “Nicely done,” you compliment him as he pretends to tip his hat to you. “So, how long did it take you two to realize that there was a spell for fixing the car engine?” you reveal as Fred’s eyes widen.

“You knew this whole time and yet you made us work in the bloody heat?!” he exclaims with a small smile on your face as you laugh out loud, throwing your head back and clutch your sides. “You’re a monster!” he teases, slightly shoving your arm.

You laugh, “Come on, you had to admit it was funny. Ron starting placing bets on who would figure it out first. Molly even joined in at one point.” Fred scoffs and rolls his eyes. “But still...a job well done. Thank you. I’ll have to think of a way to repay you.”

Fred gives you a look and speaks, “I have a few things in mind...” Your heart starts beating quicker as your mouth becomes dry as Fred moves to stand in between your legs, hands on either side of you on the car. “First of them being,” he starts, “Move to London and start your own business.”

Part of you is disappointed with the request, wanting something else from the fire haired boy, but you sigh, “Fred, you know I ca-”

“George and I spoke this morning. We both want to help you get you on your feet, so we’re investing in your bookstore,” he gushes as you look at him with wide eyes. “There is an available building across the street from the joke shoppe. With your consent, we’ll put the down payment on it tomorrow and the shoppe is all yours. When business is booming, you can pay us back. But until then, the store is all yours. Ready to go when you are,” Fred tells you.

You are completely overwhelmed with the news and can’t wrap your mind around why they were doing this. Why you? You were speechless. “Fred, I-” you stutter. “I don’t know what to say...thank you...this is...I don’t know how to describe it, but I don’t kn-”

“You don’t have to thank me or George. We wanted to do this. Seeing you talk about how passionate you were made me want to help you out. It reminded me of when George and I were dreaming of starting a business. We wanted to help someone who we saw potential in. Or I saw potential in,” Fred tells you, scratching his neck, nervously looking down as your heart swelled. “And since you’re across the street from the shoppe, that means we can see each other more often,” he says. “If you want that is. It’s also a good way for Percy to come see you too if you prefer that over seeing me or George, you know. I don’t want to assume anything,” he rambles as you giggle.

Fred looks into your eyes as you gently smile at him. The moon illuminated his face in the darkness, softening his sharp features as he sighed, looking at you. In this light, you were close to perfection. Fred wanted to melt on the floor when you looked at him with those eyes. Eyes that held so much beauty and adoration. 

It wasn’t until his forehead gently touched yours that you realized you were moving in closer. Fred gently brushed his nose against yours, making you lightly laugh before he slowly connected your lips into a gentle kiss. When his lips touched yours, it set your body on fire. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips were soft and sweet against yours, moving gently, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, kissing you deeply. The kiss made you feel lightheaded and foggy, losing your senses, but at the same time, all of your senses felt heightened in the moment. Fred was addictive, you wanted more and more and more and that’s what made him dangerous. But you were too caught up in the feeling of his hands on your skin, lips pressing against him, soft moans falling from your lips into his mouth. 

As Fred wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands brush up against something tucked into your waistband of your shorts. His laces his brows together before plucking it from your waistband, breaking your kiss as you whine when he does so. “What’s this?” he asks, holding up the parchment, confused.

You sigh and take it from him, playing with the letter in your hands. “It’s a letter, from Alyssa...she told me she’s safe with her mum and sisters. She’s in London,” you tell him as he smiles, rubbing your leg, knowing that her safety was important to you. “She’s...waiting for me...to come back to the ministry so we can get back to work,” you tell him.

Fred just laughs, “Well, you’re gonna have to break the news to her. I’ll get Errol and you can send her a letter tonight, telling her not to wait up.” But before Fred can run inside and get you parchment and a quill, you grab his hand and stop him, giving him a sad look. His happy eyes turn into confusion which turn into realization. “You are going to quit the ministry, right?” he asks as you sadly look away from him and back down at the parchment in your hands, nervously fumbling with it. “(Y/N), you hate it there. You have to quit.”

“I have duties, Fred. To my family. To the ministry. To myself. I can’t just throw away everything I’ve been working towards for years just for a silly dream!” you exclaim to him as he frustratedly runs his hands through his hair.

He scoffs, “A silly dream that I believe in. That George believes in. That you, at one point, believed in! I can help you! I’ll...I’ll...I’ll go down to the ministry with you tomorrow and help you face your father and Alyssa and all of them. We can move you out and into a flat and you can start living the life you wanted. Don’t you want that?” he throws his hands in the air defeated.

The whole situation had you torn up. Fred was offering you the chance of a lifetime. Your dream. Everything you desired Fred wanted to give to you with no strings attached. He just wanted to see you happy, doing the thing you loved. But on the other hand, you had an obligation to your family and the ministry. Leaving them would get you into some deep shit that would be too hard to recover from or climb out of. The last thing you wanted to do was pull Fred down with you. 

You retort, “Just because I want it doesn’t mean it’s right for me, Fred!” Fred stands there in silence, shaking his head. “People are depending on me to assume this position after my father steps down. If I let them down, the whole ministry will have a vendetta against me. Do you realize what that means for me? It means I’ll lose everything. My dreams. The shoppe. My family....you...” you trail off at that last bit, but Fred catches it and looks at you with sad eyes. “Fred, I like you. I really do, but I can’t put you in a position that will make life a living hell for you.”

Fred shakes his head, “I am ready to take on whatever it is if it means you are happy. If it means that there’s a chance for us.”

His words make your heart ache with how much he already cared and it had only been three days since you met. But something deep down told you that this was something to fight for. Something to fight like hell for. But you didn’t know if you were prepared for that fight. “Freddie...I can’t...” you whisper to him, holding his face in your hands, trying to reach his sensibilities. 

Fred gulps and stays quiet for a moment, but it feels like years. “Okay,” he simply states. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” The tone of his voice makes your heart break. “I, um, I should probably get back inside. We both should. It gets cold out here quite quickly.”

Peeling himself away from you, he starts back to the Burrow as you hop down from the hood of the car. “Fred,” you call out as he turns around. “I’m sorry.”

He looks back at you and shakes his head. “Me too.”

Fred continues to walk back into the house as you stand outside, in front of your car, letter in your hand, heart breaking in your chest. The decision you made was right, but why did it feel so wrong?

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“Percy, I can carry my own backpack to my car,” you laugh as you follow him down the stairs, Percy a few steps ahead of you.

Without looking back he speaks, “I insist. Now, go put something in your stomach. The drive back to London is long, so fill up.” You smile and shake your head as you walk into the kitchen as the rest of the Weasleys are sat around the table. You take a seat next to Ginny you passes you a plate full of pancakes as you graciously accept it. 

Everyone greets you with a small smile or a good morning, but Fred just looks up at you with sad eyes before going back to pushing food around his plate. But that didn’t stop you from glancing at him every now and again, wishing you could make him happier. The fact of the matter was that neither of you were happy with the decision that had to be made. Fred had offered you the world on a silver platter and yet you refused in fear of the consequences. You had only known him for two days and yet he was so ready to help you, to make you happy. How could he be so sure of something when you were so unsure of everything. 

But you push the thought aside and start to eat your breakfast. Ron starts conversation, “So, what’s the first thing you’re doing when you get back, (Y/N)?” he asks.

You think for a moment with a sigh. “There’ll probably a stack of work for me to sort through. I’ll tend to that first. And after that’s done...I don’t know. Probably try to get back in the routine of things, help my father out, tend to some department issues,” you speak plainly. The mundane nature of life back at home made your stomach twist as you thought of it in comparison to what life could be back in London in Diagon Alley with a bookstore to call your own...Fred right across the way...

Your thoughts are interrupted with a short chuckle from George. “Doesn’t sound like too much fun,” he tells you as you sigh with a small smile, figuring that Fred told him that you were taking him up on their offer of investment. 

“Is work supposed to be fun?” you ask, taking a bite off your fork.

Fred sarcastically laughs. “Yes, actually. George and I love what we do for a living. Work isn’t supposed to be a task, it should be something you love. Something you have a passion for. Something that makes you want to get out of bed and work towards. Otherwise, what’s your life then? Something so mundane and boring and when you’re dead you end up regretting what you did with it?” Fred blurts as George elbows him under the table. Fred stops, realizing that he may have gone too far. 

His words start to circle and dance around in your head, each one of them hitting you in the chest like a bullet. He was right. Why waste all of your time and effort into something you couldn’t care about? But it was too late. You were set out for the ministry and your family expected your arrival today. 

You finish eating breakfast and circle back to Ginny’s room, doing a once over to make sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. As you walked down the stairs of the Burrow, you felt sad to leave. Even the three days you spent here were the best days of the summer. Each day brought something new and exciting. Waking up each morning to see happy faces, Fred’s face...that was something you would cherish. 

One by one, you say your goodbyes and profusely thank the Weasleys for letting you stay for so long. Molly insists it was nothing and you can come visit whenever you liked. When you get to Fred, you don’t know whether to hug him or just move on. But he decides for you. “Can I walk you to your car actually?” he asks you as you nod gently. 

You give Percy a tight hug as you speak, “I’ll see you at work, Perc.”

But Percy turns to speak in your ear, “Will I?” You pull away from him sharply, giving him a look. Percy just smiles and speaks, “You’re a smart girl, (Y/N). A talented one at that. You are too big for the ministry.” You give him a gentle smile as he whispers, “Get the fuck out of there. For my sake.”

But before you can say anything, Fred and you are walking out of the Burrow and to your car. The walk to your car is awkward and quiet as you play with the hem of your t-shirt, kicking rocks as you walk down the dirt path. Fred digs his hands in his pockets as he walks to your car.

When you make it to your car, you turn to the tall ginger and sigh. The two of you just look at each other for a moment before Fred reaches out and brushes a piece of hair from your face as you lean into his touch. His touch makes your heart flutter as he smiles gently at you before pressing his lips to your forehead, kissing it sweetly. “Goodbye, (Y/N).”

Fred gives your hand a squeeze before letting it go gently, walking away from you and back to the Burrow. Your heart is beating a mile a minute and walking him walk away is like someone stabbing you in the gut. This isn’t how things were supposed to end. He wasn’t supposed to let you go. But if he was gonna let you go, you weren’t going to let him go. 

“Fred!” you call out, making him halt in his tracks and turn back to you, shielding his eyes from the bright August sun. Your chest is heavy as you gather up all the confidence you have in your body. “I fucking hate the ministry. I hate my job. I don’t want to take over for my father. I don’t want to take this path that’s been made for me!” you exclaim, arms stretched. Fred just looks at you. “I want to open a bookstore. I want to help people learn. I want to wake up every morning, excited for the day. I want to wake up every morning and...see you,” you confess to him with a smile. “I want you, Fred.”

Fred just stands there for a moment before slowly walking back towards you and you inhale deeply, trying to keep your negative thoughts at bay. When he reaches you, he lets a small smile creep its way on his face. “I want you. I want to wake up every day and see your beautiful face staring back at me. I want to be there for you, to make you happy, to support you, to protect you. To make you feel safe and sound. I want you, (Y/N),” he confesses back as you smile widely.

The two of you waste no more time as his lips connect to yours, holding you in his arms. His lips are smiling into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. He pulls away with a goofy grin on his face as you chuckle, “My parents are going to kill me. The ministry is not gonna be happy about this.”

“Fuck the ministry,” he laughs as you join in. “I’m going to be by your side the whole time, helping you through it all. I swear. Through all the ups and downs.”

You hold his face in your hands as your heart swells in your chest. “I don’t like that I’m getting you into so much trouble,” you admit.

Fred rolls his eyes, “Oh, please, sweetheart. Trouble is my middle name.”

The two of you share another quick kiss before Fred grabs your hand and the two of you walk back to the Burrow, happily linked together. Fred calls out, “Ron! Go get the mattress again! We’ve got company!” 

[twdeadfanfic]

St. Patrick’s night III

Murphy MacManus x Reader

Summary:  You’re left alone on St. Patrick’s night, the people you were supposed to hang out with  seemingly having forgotten you, but what seemed to be an awful night turns into something completely different when you meet the MacManus twins.

Another chapter for this thing that was supposed to be a one-shot but got out of hand...

The next day at work, you were once again distracted thinking about the MacManus twins. You wondered if they meant it when they’d said they’d pick you up from work that day, you were a bit worried that they wouldn’t, but you couldn’t see them lying like that…maybe they’d forget, though, or something else would come up… You knew it was better not to overthink it, though, and you tried to focus on doing your job.

It wasn’t easy, though, as you kept wondering about Murphy, and how he hadn’t said anything about having kissed you, and he hadn’t kissed you again either… You knew it was probably because he’d kissed you only because it was St. Patrick, but, what if he thought you didn’t want to kiss him? That you weren’t interested? Maybe you should have said something when he’d kissed you? You wouldn’t mind kissing him again…

You wouldn’t mind taking time to get to know each other either, see if you both wanted to go on dates or something…your cheeks heated up at the idea, feeling nervous already and it was just an idea in your head…and Murphy might not even be interested. He hadn’t said anything about it after all. Maybe you should try to gather the courage to actually ask him yourself…it sounded intimidating, though…

Focusing on your job was proving to be hard, even if you tried your best, and you couldn’t stop counting the hours until you were done, barely managing to eat your lunch. Once the clock marked five, you and your coworkers began to clean up your desks and put everything into place before gathering your own stuff and leaving.

You walked in front of a group of your coworkers, who were talking and laughing together, ignoring you, but you didn’t care anymore, you were better off without them. As you walked outside, you saw the MacManus waiting for you, and you couldn’t help your smile. Yes, you were much better with the twins as your friends than trying to socialize with the assholes you worked with.  The brothers smiled too when they saw you, approaching you to greet you.

“Hi, lass.”

“Hi, you came.” You didn’t mean to sound like you had thought they might stand you up, but you did sound a bit surprised.

“Of course, love, we told ye,” Murphy said, frowning.

“Yeah, yer a woman of little faith, lass,” Connor teased you, but he frowned when he saw your coworkers walking out of the building too, stopping at the door to chat and say goodbye to each other without even giving you a glance. “Don’t blame ye, considerin’ the kind of pricks yer surrounded with,” Connor said, didn’t seem to mind if your coworkers hear him or not…you were a bit afraid of their reaction if they did…but no, Connor was right, they were pricks.

Murphy was looking at your coworkers too, but he wasn’t frowning like Connor, instead, he smirked as his eyes filled with mischief, and you barely had time to wonder what he was up to before he’d stepped even closer to you, reaching to cup your face, and then he was kissing you.

It wasn’t as tentative and soft as the St.Patrick’s kiss, neither as brief, and you felt your brain sort of melt as butterflies seemed to flutter in your belly. Your hands found their way to Murphy’s shoulders almost by their own accord, but he didn’t seem to mind, as he placed a hand on your waist while the other kept cupping your cheek, even when he pulled back.

You could only blink at him in silence, your brain still feeling a bit numb in the best way, and Murphy smirked at you.

“Better than the St.Patrick’s kiss, love?” He asked, loud enough for your coworkers, who had gone silent, to hear. You nodded, still wordless, and Murphy’s smile went bigger.

“So…should I kiss the lass too or…” Connor said, and it was obvious that he was joking, but Murphy frowned nonetheless, scoffing as he shoved his brother, who chuckled.

“Come on, love, let’s go.” Murphy smiled at you, offering you his arm, and you felt a bit shy but hooked your arm with him, smiling bashfully when Murphy smiled at you. Connor smirked and walked to your other side, hooking his arm with yours too, and Murphy rolled his eyes. “Will ye quit?!” He complained, trying to hit his brother, and so you ducked your head.

“Hey, not fighting while I’m in the middle…” You joked, chuckling.

“Sorry, lass,” both twins apologized as you three began walking, Connor letting go of your arm.

“So…do you have plans?” You asked as you walked.

“What if we get somethin’ to eat and go to our place before goin’ to doc’s?” Connor suggested.

“We live right in front of the pub,” Murphy explained.

“Well, that’s convenient,” you chuckled. “Okay, sounds good.”

The Irish neighborhood wasn’t close to your work, but you went walking anyway. You didn’t mind, and neither did the twins, who kept arguing about what to get for dinner. Murphy wanted pizza and Connor Chinese, and both twins were trying to win you to their side, but you didn’t mind, you liked both.

“Come on, ye have to pick one,” Murphy told you. “And sure ye know pizza is better, aye?” You didn’t know how Murphy could look like trouble one second, then the next he could give such convincing puppy eyes, but you were about to cave and pick pizza even if ye were leaning more to Chinese.

“We literally had pizza yesterday,” Connor complained, rolling his eyes at his twin before looking at you. “Seriously, lass, we’d only eat pizza if it were up to him.”

“Ye weren’t complainin’ that much when ye ate a whole pizza by yerself…” Murphy grumbled.

They both looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to choose, and you tried not to give in to Murphy’s puppy eyes. “Well, if you had pizza yesterday, then I’d say it’s fair that we have Chinese today.”

“Aye!” Connor nodded, looking at his brother with a smug grin, and Murphy scoffed.

“Can’t believe ye betrayed me like this, love,” he pouted, but then he was smirking, and so you knew he didn’t mean it.

“We can have pizza any other day,” you offered, smiling.

“Aye? Ye wanna eat with us another day?” Murphy asked, grinning in that way that lighted his face in such a pretty way that gave you all the butterflies.

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, looking down shyly. “If you wanna.”

“Sure we do, love,” Murphy said with that pretty grin and Connor nodded, smiling.

“Okay..okay, great.” You smiled bashfully, glad that it seemed they did want to eat with you any other day and hang out with you.

*

The brothers hadn’t been kidding, they did live in front of the pub, in an old building that didn’t seem quite fitting for housing… You didn’t know how you expected their place to be, but certainly not what you saw when you walked in, and you blinked as you looked around.

It was…it was illegal lofting, that for starters, you were sure of it, and the distribution was…peculiar, so to speak, especially for people not living alone, considering that there were no rooms. Not even a bathroom, there was no wall or anything at all hiding the toilet, neither the row of showers against the wall. You get that the MacManus were twins and all that but…they really did not seem to care for privacy. You really hoped that you didn’t have to pee while you were there, because you weren’t about to do it in front of them.

The place was small, and there wasn’t much there. On one side, there was a couple of mattresses on the floor, separated by a nightstand table in which you saw a couple of mugs and bottles of beer, a small table with some more empty bottles of beer and empty packages of pizza, and a couple of ashtrays full of smoked cigarettes, and some mismatched chairs around it.  Against the wall, there was a tattered sofa that seemed about to die, a small tv on top of an even smaller table, and for some reason, the fridge was between the sofa and the tv, with a lamp on top of it…peculiar, but the whole place was…peculiar.

On the other side, there was a small, old stove, an older sink, and a small worktop which surface was almost covered by bottles of booze, some still full but most empty. If you had any doubt that the boys liked to drink, it was gone by now.

You didn’t want to seem rude or shallow, or judging, or anything like that, and so you stopped looking around like that. The brothers hadn’t seemed to notice, though, or to care, they walked in and took off their rosaries, hanging them on a couple of nails on the wall next to the door, and then Connor left the Chinese takeaway on the table.

“Ye hungry, love?” Murphy asked you and you nodded, since you had barely been able to eat your lunch as you wondered if the MacManus might forget that they had made plans with you, which now sounded silly, you shouldn’t have doubted them.

“Let’s eat,” Connor said as he began to take the food containers out of the bag, the smell making your mouth water already.

You stepped closer to the table to help him with it, and your eyes landed on an open notebook under a beer bottle, spotting some drawings and doodles on it, though before you could get a closer look, Murphy snapped it, almost making the bottle fall, and he closed the notebook and threw it to one of the mattresses.

You frowned, confused, but Connor snorted. “Murph likes to get all artistic sometimes,” he said, prompting Murphy into hitting his twin’s head as he snapped at him to shut up.

“You draw those?” You asked, looking towards the notebook on the bed before looking at Murphy, who to your surprised, seemed almost shy. For how cocky and smug he seemed to look more often than not, it was strange to see him looking almost embarrassed, and you didn’t like it. You hated that you had made him feel like that.

“Yeah, he drew our tattoos in that notebook of him,” Connor said, nodding.

“Told ye to shut up,” Murphy snapped again and this time Connor was quick to stop his hands before he could hit him.

“I think that’s really nice!” You rushed to say, and you meant it, you were impressed. “Seriously, it’s great!”

“Aye?” Murphy looked at you like he thought you didn’t mean it, or even like you were trying to make fun of him, and so you nodded eagerly, smiling.  He still seemed a bit embarrassed, but he smiled at you. “Connor draws too, he tattoed all mine,” Murphy said, gesturing to his neck, and before you could say how impressive that was, Connor spoke.

“You did all mine better.” Connor shrugged, reaching to grab Murphy’s arm and frowning at the tattoed cross. “Parts of this look wonky.”

“I think it looks great!” You said, impressed. “Both his and your tattoos, it’s so impressive, seriously!”

“Aye?” Murphy asked you, his smile bigger now.

“Yes!” You nodded. “Seriously, you not only draw your tattoos but you tattoo them too?! It’s amazing! If I ever want a tattoo, I know who to ask!”

“Ye’d ask me?” Murphy asked with a smile that made you feel all funny and smile too, and you nodded.

“Sure, why not?” You shrugged, and Murphy gave you that pretty, bright smile, that made you consider if he might mind it if you kissed him again…

You barely noticed Connor as he began fumbling with the food containers again, focused as you were on Murphy and that damn smile, but when you finally looked at Connor, you noticed that he seemed amused at Murphy and you. You felt your cheeks heating up a bit, and you tried to kick your brain into working again, helping with the food.

You three decided to settle on the sofa for dinner instead of at the table, since Connor suggested that you could watch a movie, even if you weren’t sure that old thing would hold you three without falling into pieces, and so they dragged the tv in front of the sofa. Connor had a small stack of what seemed old action movies, and once again you had the final vote on what to watch, since the twins kept arguing about it, Murphy complaining that they’d seen the movie that Connor’d picked a million times already while Connor retorted that it was classic worth watching another million times.

You didn’t give it much thought, you didn’t care much and you didn’t want the food to go cold while the boys argued. Since you had sided with Connor on what to eat, this time you voted for Murphy’s choice of movie. He smiled smugly at his twin, but Connor didn’t complain much, since he liked that one too.

It was so much fun, to eat and watch the movie while the twins kept commenting on it, usually Connor saying details that you hadn’t cared to notice before, things that he liked, and Murphy just making fun of it until they both hit each other from time to time, but you knew they didn’t mean anything bad by it, so it was fun too…you didn’t know what was more entertaining, to watch the movie or to watch the MacManus…they had a way of moving in sync most of the time that was hypnotizing, even if it was just to bring food into their mouth, but when they began bickering they were so endearing and funny…you loved it.

At some point, though, once you three had finished your food, you started to find it hard to focus on the movie, as you felt Murphy’s fingers playing with your hair. You froze for a second before looking at Murphy, who was sat down between Connor and you. He smirked at you and you felt your cheeks heating up but a smile tugged at your lips too, it seemed that every time that Murphy smiled, you couldn’t help but smile too.

Murphy’s smirk went wider at that, and his fingers caressed your hair again before he casually placed his arm around your shoulders. It felt nice, to have him so close to you, almost kind of holding you, but you couldn’t stop your shyness and nerves. You tried to relax, though, you didn’t want Murphy to think that you were uncomfortable or that you wanted him to move away from you…not that there was much space left on the small, tattered sofa though.

“Ye both ain’t lookin’ at the screen, yer gonna miss the best part of the movie,” Connor complained, and you looked away from Murphy and to the tv, a bit embarrassed at being caught by Connor staring at his twin, but also part of you was kind of glad to escape Murphy’s intense glance, that made you feel shy while also making you feel twirls in your belly…

“The whole movie is the best part of the movie for ye,” Murphy scoffed, chuckling.

“It’s a damn good movie,” Connor said as he shoved his brother, pushing him closer to you…not that Murphy seemed to mind, and honestly, you didn’t either, even if it made you shy.

You still wondered what was Murphy’s deal, though, if he wanted just to mess around and have fun, kiss you sometimes, hold you while you watched tv it seemed too, and that was it, or if it meant something else, more. You still didn’t know how to bring it up, how to ask, you knew you should, so as not to obsess, thinking and wondering about it all the time, but the idea of asking him made you feel so awkward… You decided to just enjoy whatever it was, at least for that night.

Once the movie finished, and Connor’s monologue about it finished too, you three made your way to the pub. No sooner had you stepped inside, you excused yourself and rushed to the bathroom. You had been needing to go for a while now, but since there was no walls or anything hiding the toilet at the MacManus’ place, you had been waiting until you were at the pub, no matter neither of the twins had seemed to have any qualms about it while you were there.

Once you left the bathroom, you noticed that the brothers had sat down on one of the tables instead of at the bar counter, and you liked it more. They were sat down next to each other, and when you approached them, Murphy smiled at you, pushing a pint towards the seat in front of him, while Connor looked at you seeming amused.

“We ordered ye a pint, love, hope it’s okay? Murphy asked you.

“Yes, it’s perfect, thanks.” You nodded as you sat down, but you frowned at Connor, wondering why he seemed so amused, and he noticed it, smirking.

“So, lass…I was tellin’ to my brother that ye were too shy to take a piss at home and that’s why ye ran to the bathroom like that,” he said, and you almost groaned aloud, mortified and beyond embarrassed. Your cheeks burned and you almost hid your face on your hands. “See…told ye.”

Connor chuckled, looking at his brother, and you felt like hitting him in the head like Murphy sometimes did…they both seemed to enjoy embarrassing each other, and you hoped Connor, or even both, hadn’t decided to extend it to you too and try to embarrass you too.

“What…but lass, ye got nothin’ to be embarrassed about!” Murphy said, which just made you feel more embarrassed. “We all gotta piss!”

“Can we just…talk about anything else at all? Please?” You begged, feeling your face so hot that you wouldn’t be surprised if it caught fire.

The twins seemed to take pity on you, letting it go, and they began telling you about one day at work in which Murphy got himself locked inside the bathroom of the meatpacking factory. and Connor had to “throw the door open to rescue him, lass, we had to pay for it, ‘cause Murphy was an idiot,” he explained, earning a shove from Murphy.

“I ain’t an idiot, the lock was not openin’ no matter what, I promise, love,” Murphy insisted as if it was a matter of life or death.

“I believe you,” you assured him, laughing, and as the brothers began bickering again, you couldn’t help your grin looking at them, they were just so fun to be around, that soon you had forgotten your earlier embarrassment.

Unsurprisingly, the MacManus finished their drinks before you, and so Murphy went to the bar counter to order a couple more. The waitress was busy waiting tables, Murphy had been right when he told you that the pub was busier at the weekends, there was almost the double of people than you had seen before, and so the twins didn’t want to bother the waitress.

You looked at Murphy as he waited for Doc to get him the drinks, getting lost in thought again. You had tried to, but you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to what Murphy thought of you, of this thing that seemed to be going between you and him, whatever it was…

You heard Connor chuckling and when you looked at him you felt your cheeks heating up at his amused smirk.

“Do I wanna know what are ye thinkin’ lookin’ at my brother like that…or don’t I?” He teased you, arching an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” you murmured, looking down, and judging by Connor’s chuckle, he didn’t believe you.

“He’s been all corny and givin’ ye the heart eyes since St. Patrick’s too, it’s made it easier to mess with him, gotta thank ye for that,” Connor chuckled again.

You felt as if your heart had done a summersault while butterflies decided to flutter in your belly…Murphy gave you the heart eyes? Really? Connor knew his twin, so it must be true, right? Unless Connor was just messing with you…it didn’t seem like so, though.

Connor looked at his brother, who was coming back with their drinks. “Don’t go breakin’ my brother’s heart, though, lass.” His voice let you know that he was joking, but anyway, you didn’t plan on doing that, you were more concerned about the opposite…still, the sight of Murphy’s grin as he sat down in front of you, had you smiling like an idiot again, despite the mess of feelings in your heart and the mess of thoughts in your head, despite any concern about what was going on between you and him.

*

Well, we got kisses.

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[offscriptif]

If it's okay to ask for a polyam ship can I ask, for the love asks, 'we should hug it out' the prince AND the heroine? Ty!

love starters || Carmen/Archie || Accepting Two More Prompts ||

The atmosphere is thick enough to be cut by a knife. 

It had started as a petty argument, but Carmen and you had dug into your sides and refused to give in. Now, the both of you are sitting in the parlor, deliberately ignoring each other as each of you focus on your respective hobbies and most definitively do not steal glances of the other while wondering if an apology is warranted. 

It is, but both of you were being stubborn as a distraction. Arcturus had been too busy to meet you over the last two weeks and you both miss him. As proud as the both of you are of his dedication to the Kingdom and its people, there are times you simply miss him. His smile, his warmth, his calloused hands. 

You miss him, and if you had decided to start a petty argument with Carmen to distract yourself from the fact... Well, Carmen had responded quite enthusiastically to your words, so the blame did not lie on your feet alone.

Still, you did feel a little bit guilty.

Glaring down at the same page you had been stuck at for the last half an hour, you sigh softly and glance up, only to freeze as you catch Carmen looking at you. Cheeks heating up, you avert your gaze to the side, just in time to see the door open as Archie steps in all his glory.

He takes a long moment to look between the two of you, before he sighs fondly. 

“Again? I thought we agreed not to turn petty arguments into fights to avoid boredom,” he says, expression wry as he walks into the room and closes the door behind him.

You share a look with Carmen. 

“It was more to avoid thinking about how we missed you so, Arc,” Carmen admits finally, as she closes her book and lets it fall to the side. “It’s been two weeks, princeling.”

Archie sends her an apologetic look as he walks up to you and offers you a hand to pull you up, then carefully guides you to Carmen’s side and offers his other hand to her.

As soon as she places her hand on his, Archie pulls her up and looks at the both of you.

For a second, you can swear there is a spark of mischief on his expression but it’s there a moment and gone the next. 

“I think we should hug it out,” he declares after a moment of silence and does not wait to pull you both into a hug. “I can’t do anything about the time lost, but I can ensure that we don’t lose any more time on your pettiness. What was it about this time, anyhow?”

Settling into the embrace, you sigh happily as your left hand moves to rest on Carmen’s hip and your right hand grasps the back of Archie’s blazer. You feel as Carmen’s hand settles in your shoulder, and cannot help but smile into Archie’s chest. 

“We were arguing about whether the British Bake-Off or Nailed It! is better,” Carmen deadpans as you feel her shrug idly. “I was clearly right.”

“Hey-!” You begin to argue, but stop as Archie squeezes your waist softly. 

“I hope you both know I have no idea what either of those are,” he says cheerfully as he presses a kiss to your forehead and to the top of Carmen’s head. 

“We know,” you both say at the same time, fondness seeping into the words. 

[dimittere]

scuffles are quite honestly commonplace to the aged combatant, seen as mere stumbles, pebbles caught in the soles of shoes, more than anything WORTHY of fussing over. nevertheless, he doesn't want to live here with a target painted boldly upon his back, content instead to live as a pariah, a creature of the shadows. breath of fresh air CAUGHT in his throat as he spills out onto the pavement, raucous, drunken laughter pricking his ears. he sighs, eyes seeking an escape before the man who tried to pick a fight with him wakes up - and finds his pockets a little lighter. he stops wandering a ways away, city blocks beyond the location of his mischief. long enough for him to rest and think and burn off what LITTLE tipsiness touched the tip of his tongue. 

casting his eyes upwards, marble statues of holy figures looking back with blank and expressionless eyes. he hates, no DESPISES the church of onoma, but in the current hour, it may as well be his best bet for peace and quiet. little else does he despise more than the ever present WAVE of some grand destiny threatening to choke him and leave him a mere pawn of the games of gods and goddesses. he's felt it upon the sea of time, realities he was never destined to have. whatever the reason be, the fates have TWISTED his goals, pulled them in one direction or another. he's TRAINED for the vestiges of war, to bare teeth and concoct great sorceries, but oh, when he was very young, it all BEGAN with a desire for protection.

❝i did not expect to see someone else at this LATE hour,❞ when he cracks open those great doors, he's unsurprised - yet not wholly disappointed. perhaps conversation would replace the STATIC swimming thorough his mind. ❝i HEARD that there would be no services tonight.❞

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[midnightsaboteur]

Open Starter

Daniel Walden - 42, bisexual, rockstar (AU)

In the privacy of his own home, Daniel Walden cared little for modesty. He lived by the old adage ‘If you’re going to be a fucking rockstar then fucking go be one’ and had done so every day since he’d made it big in music, one of the many results of that being he didn’t care about walking around in just his briefs at 3′o clock in the afternoon. Indeed, Daniel had only been awake for a few hours following an all-night partying binge that had seen him mix all manner of drink and drugs within his system, although as he walked around there was nothing but signs of warmth and positivity emanating from him. 

“Babe, do we really need to go to this thing later?” Daniel asked when he sauntered into the bedroom, a knowing grin upon his lips given he knew full well he’d put on his charming best to persuade them to stay home. “These awards things bore the fuck out of me if I’m not up for anything and I’d much rather stay here with you, especially if I get to see you in that dress and that underwear all to myself...” Daniel added, eyes alight with mischief and smirk just as devious upon reaching their bed, the male unable to resist adding “Come on, I give you a show like this all day, least you can do is give me one...” whilst indicating his muscular, tattoo laden form.