#awww Freddy (who i never think is a forward??)

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the deweys photos are from this video: https://youtu.be/5xTwJho44ao?si=bPw8MZZ327lCogVZ aren’t they just everything

kissing you and the minnesota wild official media team (with consent) full on the mouth, THANK YOU THIS VIDEO IS EVERYTHING 🥰🥰 i have seen pieces of it before i think (connor petting a shark 🥹) but the entire video start to finish is such a delight, 10/10 would recommend

[mediocre--writing]

Reflec’twin’

(haha like “reflection” but reflec”twin” - i find myself hilarious)

this is the result of me combing through my lost google docs and finding something i wrote like two years ago :/  honestly ignore it, just put it here so I don’t loose it again

i’m not even really writing for hp any more (FUCK JKR THE ABSOLUTE ASSHAT SHE IS) but enjoy this little thing-a-ma-jig that’s 5.5k words

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Sometimes, late at night, it seemed like the school creaked with the wild winds.

Fred and George’s creeping around late into the night was never stopped by this fact, even when it sounded as if there were someone screaming late at night, though, upon second thought, that could’ve been Myrtle.

To Fred and George, the screaming of wild winds had become like white noise in the back of their heads, something they’d learned to tune out.

So when the quiet footsteps of their favorite professor were tapping lightly behind them, it became something they tuned out with the wind, until they were dragged backwards by the necks of their sweaters.

Little yelps came from both of them as they turned to look at each other, then the teasing smile coming from their Charms teacher, Professor Agnello.

“Well, fancy meeting you here,” Fred quipped lightly, smiling as he and his brother were dragged through the halls towards her office.

“Yes, what are you doing out this time of night?” George quipped.

“True, it could be dangerous for beautiful women like yourself,”

“Awww, you both really think that I’m not sending a letter to Molly about me finding you out of bed again,” Derya chuckled as she shoved her class door and office entrance open and shoved the boys into seats in front of her desk,  “This could be dangerous for beautiful twins, like yourselves,”

The twins sunk in their chairs as her words sunk in, they were in some deep shit this time.

“So,” Derya exhaled as she sat in front of the boys, leaning back in her large, cushioned chair, “Why don’t you tell me what’s up with the blank parchment in your hand, Freddy?”

“Oh,” Fred’s eyes widened as he realized he was still holding onto the folded parchment they’d nicked from Filch’s office, which had gotten them caught in the first place.

“Just old parchment,” George chimed in.

“Yeah, nothing special,”

“Don’t even remember why we were carrying it, right Fred?”

“Exactly! Should’ve chucked it in the bin ages ago!”

“You’re not fooling anyone,” Derya sat forward to lean on her elbows on the desk, “So if you boys want to continue on your quest to prank everyone in the school, you should coordinate your lies better.”

A silence took over the room, but the charms professor stuck her hand out to the boys, silently asking for the parchment they were still holding.

Fred gingerly placed it in her hands, then folding his hands in his lap again.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” Derya said loudly and clearly as she pointed her wand at the parchment, which began to fill with scribbles.

Fred and George sat up in their seats, interest piqued with the paper that seemed to be drawing on itself.

“The Murderer’s Map?” George asked, alarmed.

“The Marauders’ Map, actually,” Derya corrected, opening the map onto her desk, pointing out her office and the people in it. “It shows where everyone in the school is at all times,”

She was tracing her finger along the outside walls of the castle, lost in her head.

“Who are the Marauders?” she heard one of the twins ask, her eyes not lifting up off the page.

“Nobody you’d know, boys,” she sighed once again before folding the map up once again, muttering “Mischief Managed,”

“Does your mother ever talk about your uncles, Fabian and Gideon?”

“Not much, she cries over them on their birthdays though,”

“Yeah, everything we know is from dad’s stories,”

“Did you know them?”

“Are they the Marauders?”

“I did know them and no, they aren’t the Marauders, though they did aid the makers in the end, came up with the phrase to open and close it, actually.”

“My brother, Josh, was really close with the twins, actually,” Derya took a long breath before getting into her story. “I was a few years younger, 2 years behind them in school, but I was really close with them in their last years at Hogwarts and during the Wizarding War.

“They were like my own family, mine was kinda crappy, and they were far too much like you both, causing trouble left and right, pranking their friends, enemies, sometimes their teachers. One time they made a Polyjuice Potion to look like Dumbledoor and walked around like that for a few hours, asked people weird questions pretending to be the Headmaster.”

There was a sad chuckle, “Gideon asked me if I knew what Star Wars was and if I could buy him a lightsaber. Quite funny, really, looked just like the two of you, too, bright red hair, joyous personalities, always driving Molly absolutely insane,”

The twins were intrigued, they’d never heard much about their late uncles, only the little things they could hear from their mom or dad, but neither said much anyway, so they were left in the dark on much of it.

“How--” Fred cleared his throat, “Mom never told us how they… how they died?”

A short gasp was heard from Derya, to which both twins told her that she didn’t need to explain if she didn’t want to.

“I was there, actually,” Her eyes flickered around the room as she remembered the day. “We were fighting Death Eaters--it was, like, the middle of the day and all of a sudden there were about seven masked men standing in a circle around us, so we kinda just started throwing jinxes around hoping that it would put them off. Eventually, I got hit with the Cruciatus Curse and was down on the sidewalk,

“Once I recovered, I went to stand up again, but got pushed back down by another curse. Then, both eventually got hit with the killing curse.I mustered up enough energy to apparate away to…I, um, I went to your mom’s house first actually, her and Arthur had just found out they were pregnant with Ginny, and I was lying all bloody on their kitchen floor.”

Derya chuckled at the memory, not so much from the hilarity of the situation, but from the look on 10 year old Bill’s face when he saw her in his kitchen when he had gone in for a snack.

“Wait,”

“We were three when they died?”

“I thought they’d died a while ago,”

“Yeah, way before us,”

Derya shook her head slowly, surprised at the sparsity of information that Molly had given them, “No they were your godfathers, Gideon was Fred’s and Fabian was George’s. Wait, you guys really didn’t know?”

“Nope,”

“This is all new news for us,”

“Wait, then who are our godmothers?”

“Uhhh,” Derya’s eyebrows furrowed together as she played with her fingers under the desk, “Fabian’s girlfriend, Kathrine, was George’s, but she died a little after he did, she was muggleborn, so she kinda had a target on her back--”

“Then who was mine?” Fred asked, eagerly.

“Wow, I was in the middle of my explanation, a bit of patience, if you don’t mind,” Derya lifted a finger to tease Fred, “I don’t have to tell you, ya know?”

“Sorry, just curious,”

“Understandable, I’m surprised Molly really didn’t tell you guys anything, though. Are you sure you just didn’t care to listen?”

“We know everything she’s told us,”

“She says how good of people they were,”

“And how she misses them,”

“And that we remind her of them sometimes,”

“Can’t really blame her, though, they were her baby brothers, she loved ‘em, practically raised ‘em, too,”

“Were you close to mum, too?”

“Ehh, she didn’t really like me that much, I was too wild and we had too large an age difference,”

“Can I be rude for a moment more?” Fred asked.

Derya nodded, unsure.

“Who is my godmother?” He enunciated each word as he spoke it.

“Oh, me.” Derya smiled lightly.

“Seriously?” Fred blinked a few times to clear his head.

“That’s not fair!” George jokingly complained, “Both my godparents are dead and you get a fun and cool godmother!”

“Eh, not that cool and not very fun,” Derya chimed in.

“Wait but you said mom didn’t like you very much!”

“She was running out of options, and had too many kids. No offense to your parents, brothers, or sister, but that house is at maximum capacity… and so is your mother’s temper,”

The twins had bonded with their charms professor that night, she didn’t give them detentions or call their mother, but she didn’t give them the map either, though the fact that it was on her desk in the classroom was kind of a giveaway that she wanted them to take it again.

They would talk a few times each month after first year. She would give them anonymous congrats on their pranks or little adjustments they could use to perfect their prank products.

They became close friends, but the twins never really mentioned her name beyond her being their teacher to their mother, with fear of making her upset that they’d discussed their uncles and the fact that, apparently, they weren't the best of friends anyway.

Fred and George learned more and more about her through more than their conversations.

When Professor Lupin showed up in their fifth year, she seemed happier and would talk with him frequently, but when asked she just said he was a friend from school. They soon learned that he was Moony, from the Marauders Map, and Sirius Black was Padfoot. They also learned that Derya also had some say in how the Marauders Map was made, making sure the Room of Requirement stayed hidden off the map. They’d never felt as proud of her than the day they found out she was just as mischievous as they were.

In their sixth year they noticed how drained she seemed, making sure that Harry Potter was taken care of since, in her words, “I don’t trust Mad Eye as far as I can throw him, and he’s been gaining some weight these days,” It turned out that she was right, and she also grew closer to Harry, Ron, and Hermione that year.

They also learned how close she was with their brother, Charlie (when he came down to monitor the dragons for the first task), who was babysat by her and the Prewett twins when they were younger, apparently they all had been at some point, all except Ginny, who hadn’t been born yet.

That summer, Molly had first heard talk of their charms professor outside of a professor/student conversation. Harry and Ron had been talking about how helpful she was and all the strange knowledge she held about counter curses and jinxes. Molly threw a fit, yelling about how they shouldn’t be jinxing anyone and how she didn’t like that she was teaching them things like that outside curriculum for a charms teacher.

That was also when Fred and George really realized that they shouldn’t bring up their conversations with her.

In their seventh year, when Umbridge arrived, she was one of the few teachers who openly encouraged students to piss the pink toad off. She and McGonagal seemed to grow very close that year. She chewed Umbridge out once she found out that she’d been carving into student's hands, and though she was threatened with being fired, she never was taken from her position as Charms Professor. She also helped Harry with the formation of Dumbledore’s Army, along with aiding in their practice with various lessons that Harry found hard to teach.

Fred and George found out they had magpies for their Patronus, which Derya had mentioned their godfathers also had, and she personally had a Greyhound, which lept around trying to catch the little magpies flying around, just as they once did for Fabian and Gideon’s magpie Patronous’.

They had gotten her advice when they had left Hogwarts, for she had been the one who had suggested the fireworks display their logo for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

She didn’t see them after that, until they invited her to their soft opening, reserved just for friends and family to see what they’ve accomplished.

She cried when she walked in, hugging the boys who she’d taken under her wing in their first year.

Molly threw a tiny temper tantrum when she saw that it had been Derya Agnello who aided her sons in their wild behavior.

“Why won’t you leave my family alone?” Molly asked when the others had moved forward into the store, she’d held her back and had a stern look on her face.

“Molly--”

“No!” She was still whispering, but there was nothing that compared to the wrath of Molly Weasley, “You got both my brothers killed and I told you to stay away, but look where we are now! They have been doing stupid things for years, dropped out of school, opened this damn shop, and it’s always been you! You always mess with my family!”

“Molly, you and I both know that Fred and George are far too stubborn for their own good. They would have accomplished this whether I had intervened or not, they’re insanely smart, they’re just not school people.”

Molly scoffed, turning around, but Derya grabbed her elbow lightly, turning her back around.

“They have excelled in charms through the years, the only time they fail is on tests, they get nervous. How do you think they would have done all this if they were complete imbeciles? This is the work of years of potions, charms, transfiguration, all wrapped up as harmless fun in colorful packaging, which they have already made a small fortune selling at school.

“Molly, I would never have done anything to hurt your family, and I loved Gideon with all my heart, and I loved Fabian, too, they were like family to me and I never wanted them to die, you should know that better than anyone, but I’m not going to let you continue to place blame on me for their death because you don’t want to admit that it was just by chance that they happened to die, but it was a war, and people were going to die whether we like it or not.”

“Are you aware that they’re not stand-ins for Fabian and Gideon?”

“I’m actually well aware, Molly, they are completely different people, even with their similarities. Are you aware of that little fact?”

With that out of the way, Derya wiped any tears that may have fallen onto her cheeks and walked to where the rest of the group was standing, staring at little pink balls of fur--Pygmy Puffs-- or says the sign hanging above them.

While Fred was talking to the group, George slipped away and threw an arm over her shoulders, “You good? Ya look teary, or has our success brought you to tears?”

“Yeah, it’s definitely that one,” she chuckled, leaning to his side, bringing up her hand to ruffle his hair.

“Hey! I put gel in today, had to look nice,” George playfully scolded as he reached to fix his hair.

“Ah, it’s just family and friends, I don’t think anyone cares about your hair,” Derya looked around at the shop and at Fred who was explaining the complex work that had gone into some of the products. “I’m really proud of you boys. You have no idea how incredible and intelligent you both are,”

“Is this just you trying to make me cry with you?”

“Is it working?”

“... Maybe a little bit,” George chuckled as he blinked the tears away.

“I’m gonna miss you little psychos running around Hogwarts, ya know that?”

“I think things will be a lot quieter without us, but I think that you are welcome here whenever you feel inclined to visit, Professor,”

“Cut that bullshit!” Derya laughed, “You haven't once called me ‘Professor’ during your entire time at Hogwarts!”

“I’m making up for lost time, is all.”

The rest of the day went swimmingly, everyone invited enjoyed the shop, along with Fred and George’s dedication to their craft, even Molly, who had even gone as far as to hug Derya when they left.

After the next year, Derya was throwing herself into her job, along with any Order of the Phoenix assignment she could accomplish, the main one was keeping an eye on Harry Potter and his friends during their time at Hogwarts, though it was awfully boring most of the time.

The summer after, however, she went with the other Order members to retrieve Harry from his home on Privet Drive. She was paired with George on a broom, which she was an expert at, given she was the chaser for her house’s quidditch team in school.

Things were going pretty well for the situation, most people had made it to their safe house already and most had been unscathed, despite the few nicks they may have had here or there.

Molly Weasley had become anxious when everyone has returned but George and Derya, she fears the worst, and, in her head, finds another reason to be mad at Derya. THough, when she hears the crack of apparition in her front yard, she rushes to the door.

Walking towards the house is Derya and George, though he seems to be leaning on her completely, causing her to wobble as she walks/carries him to the house.

Arthur rushes out to help Derya carry him to the door and into the living room, where he’s placed on the couch.

His face is completely covered in the blood from his missing ear, and Derya is also covered in her fair amount of his blood, too.

As he’s laid on the couch comfortably, Derya stalks backwards, going into the hallway, only to collapse once she’s out of sight from the rest of the Weasleys and Order Members.

She’s gasping for breath and covers her mouth to quiet her sobs when Bill comes around the corner to see her on the floor. He immediately kneels down to the older woman, bringing her into his arms and gently hushing her while stroking her back.

Her heart was beating so fast that Bill swore he could feel it through her skin, and she was shaking so bad, he was terrified, both for her and her health after this. He was drawn from his thoughts when he heard her start stammering, trying to get words out.

“G--G--Gideon--” Derya sobbed out between breaths as Bill’s eyes widened at the mention of his late uncle. He pulled her closer to his chest in an attempt to calm her down. He didn’t know how this worked for his mother, but he was absolute crap at calming people down.

Fred came around the corner into the hallway a few moments later, almost tripping over Bill’s long legs that were extended across the hallway. It was then that he noticed Derya’s heavy breathing and sat on her other side, rubbing his hand along her arm.

“George’s ok, I promise, he’s joking around and everything,” Fred assured her as she quieted her sobs for the purpose of hearing how George was doing. “He said that he’s ‘saintlike’ because he’s holey now, how ridiculous is that?”

Derya coughed out a small laugh, pulling her legs closer to her body, “He’s ok?”

Her voice sounded more like a rough croak, as opposed to her usual calming voice.

“Yeah, he’s perfectly fine,” Fred said, finally catching her bloodshot eyes, “I promise, he’s exactly the same, just missing an ear,

“I imagine he’ll use it as an excuse to not listen to any of us,” Bill chuckled.

“That he will,” Fred nodded, a smile gracing his face as he looked down at his lap.

“What happened with you? You get hurt?” Bill asked, finally taking a minute to look over her body and looking especially hard at the spots where there was blood, though it seemed to be more from George’s bloody wound than any of her own.

“I’m okay,” She sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her hand, “Just got shaken up a bit, that’s all,”

“Am I supposed to believe that?” Fred raised an eyebrow as he looked at her.

“It would be nice if you were a bit dumber,” Derya joked, smiling lightly, but she still had a far off look in her eyes, almost like she couldn’t focus.

“Well,” Bill paused, “Ready to go back into the living room?”

It took Derya a minute to answer, her eyes flickering around the walls and pictures, eyes still not focusing fully, “Yeah,”

So Fred got up first, grabbing Derya’s hand and pulling her up, Bill standing on his own. Derya was still shaky while standing, and you could still see the shiny lines on her cheeks from crying, but as she started to walk towards the end of the hallway into the living room, her posture improved and she shook her hands before walking in.

“How close were you two when she babysat?” Fred asked his older brother.

“I’m not really sure, close for a babysitter and a child? Charlie and I were about 10 or 11 when she stopped coming over, but her and Uncle Fabian and Uncle Gideon would always babysit us on weekends so mom and dad could have alone time.”

“Yeah, I know that, but like what was that about?” Fred gestured his hands wildly, referring to her little meltdown.

“I’m not sure, honestly,” Bill sighed, running his hands through his hair, which had grown out quite a bit and now almost touched his shoulders.

The boys ended their conversation soon after, going into the living room to see George sleeping on the sofa and Derya leaning on the coffee table, watching George with her knees pulled to her chest.

“Wanna sleep in a bed tonight?” Bill asked, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“No,” Derya responded almost robotically without tearing her eyes from George’s sleeping body. “Thank you.”

“If you change your mind, just let us know, okay?” Bill asked, trying to get her sad eyes to look at his face.

“Sure,”

The boys went upstairs after that, it had been a long night for everyone and they all needed to sleep, but it seemed like nobody could get what they wanted.

Molly had been tossing and turning in bed, trying not to wake Arthur up but she just couldn’t get comfortable. She threw the knitted comforter off her side of the bed and walked down the stairs towards the kitchen, going to get a glass of water to clear her head.

She was startled at the sight of Derya sitting against the coffee table watching her son sleep.

“What are you doing awake?” Molly asked quietly, but with a rough tone underneath.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Derya’s voice cracked in the middle of her two word sentence, “Molly, you were right,”

Molly’s head shot over to where the girl was sitting, utterly astounded at the comment, as it was the first time she’d ever heard the girl truly apologize to anyone.

“I should have stayed away from your family. I’m so sorry,” Derya choked on her own tears as she sobbed quietly again, pushing the heels of her hands into her eyes, which were already agitated and puffy from her previous crying.

Molly slowly walked over to the girl, crouching down to take her hands away from her face, pulling her up.

“Let’s get something to drink, alright?”

Molly led her into the kitchen, where she sat her at the kitchen table. Molly then proceeded to open a cabinet, then pull out the back wall of said cabinet, grabbing, what seemed to be, a very expensive alcohol.

She snatched two glasses from one of the taller cabinets and set all the stuff on the table in front of Derya, who was still drying her eyes, confused at what was happening.

As Molly poured the alcohol, her eyes flickered over to Derya every few seconds, watching as she shifted uncomfortably in the seat.

A glass was handed to Derya, “Here’s to the constant stress of everyone in this house,”

Derya slipped a small smile at Molly’s obvious aggravation with just about everyone in the house and took a small sip of the drink, which was much stronger than she predicted it to be.

“Thank you,”

“I’m sorry,” Molly confessed, looking into the bottom of her drink, “I’ll admit that I never really liked you. I thought you would corrupt my brothers, then you and Gideon became a thing and I started to like you, but the night they died…”

“I understand.” Derya offered a half smile, “If roles had been reversed, I would have hated me. Actually, I hate me now. I spend everyday thinking that it was my fault, but I’ve finally started accepting that it would have happened one way or another, that if it wasn’t us, it would have been some other Order members who had been out at the time.”

“I get that, Derya, I really do, and it was easy to blame you for it,” Molly took another sip of her drink, “We never talked much, there was the age difference and everything, but I think I always knew that you didn’t corrupt my brothers, or the twins, it just kinda runs in the family,”

Both women chuckled lightly at the mention of the second set of redhead twins.

“Did you ever hear what happened that night?” Derya asked gently, knowing that she had only ever told her brother, John, and Dumbledore, but she didn’t know if it ever got around to Molly.

“The gist, you were cornered, they were killed, you showed up in my kitchen all bloodied up, Bill ran to me screaming,” Molly recalled.

“Did you get details?” Molly shook her head, “I owe you an explanation. Well, I owed you an explanation like 20 years ago, but I didn’t think I could stand the shame.”

Molly gently wrapped her hand around Derya’s in a comforting way.

“I begged Gideon to go with me to get ice cream from this little place down the street, and he kept telling me not to go, but I ended up dragging him and Fabian along, and we got ice cream. They both got strawberry, and they teased me for getting vanilla, and we threw away our napkins, and walked back towards the apartment. Kathrine was still there, she didn’t feel like getting ice cream.

“On the walk back, I jokingly shoved Gideon over towards an alley because he kept poking my face, then someone grabbed his neck and threw him down.” She took a deep sigh in, trying to will the tears down.

“I don’t really remember exactly what happened--adrenaline rush, ya know? So they hit Fabian first, then they got Gid, and I-- I apparated here.”

“Wait, pardon my asking, you were covered in blood,”

“Yeah, when they grabbed Gideon they kinda punched him a bit, probably broken nose, blood on his face, I had a pocket knife so I was trying to stab one of the Death Eaters, as a distraction. Because I did that, they--they used the Cruciatus Curse on me a time or two, some other spell that gave me little cuts here and there. But that’s how they got Fabian down, he got distracted because I went down, so they shot the Killing Curse at him.

“Gideon, he was being choked by a Death Eater, but I kicked the guy’s leg out from behind his knee, and Gid got free, and helped me stand up, but they shot him down as well, and I got scared to go home so in a split second I apparated here.”

“Oh my god,” Molly whimpered, covering her mouth with a shaky hand, tears falling slowly down her cheeks.

“I got really scared tonight, Molly,” Derya’s voice cracked, “I was flying, and George was holding onto my waist, and all of a sudden there was a splatter of blood that flew past me and George screamed and one of his hands let go to grab at his head and I thought he was falling and all of a sudden I was 24 again and Gideon was murdered by a Death Eater.”

Both women were sobbing at this point, glasses empty.

“I never meant to cause harm to you or your family, ever, Molly. You should know that,” Derya could barely talk but she was speeding through her words like she couldn’t get them out fast enough, “I distanced myself from you guys after they died because I knew you were mad at me and I didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. But the twins came to Hogwarts and I caught them in the hallway with this map of the school and they just reminded me of the boys and all of a sudden, they were like my little brothers and I couldn’t let them go.

“Molly they are so smart and kind, you know your boys, they’re geniuses and they funneled everything from school into something that they enjoyed and they found peace in this world and a job that they love, you should be so proud of them.”

Molly sniffled before getting out of her seat and walking out of the kitchen, back to her room.

Derya sat, stunned, at how abruptly Molly just left, but took in another breath when she saw the ginger walk back into the kitchen, holding a shoe box.

“I was cleaning a few weeks ago, and I found this box of photos, back from when Arthur got his muggle camera, and I thought you may like to see one of them?”

Derya gingerly took the lid off the shoe box and looked inside, pulling out a small stack.

The first photo was of Molly and her brothers, on either side of her, all with bright smiles.

She moved to the next photo, which was a blurry one of just the twins, but they were most definitely trying to get on one another’s back.

Her theory was confirmed when the next four photos, that were also blurry, were of the twins on each other’s backs.

As she flipped through photos, she smiled through tears as she looked at the photos of a much younger Molly and Arthur, some of the twins, a few of Molly and Arthur with Bill as a swaddled baby, then she finally moved onto another stack.

“Those are some of the best ones,” Molly said through a sad smile.

The first photo in the pile was of Gideon and Fabian, who each had their respective girlfriend on their back.

The next few were of Kathrine and Fabian, who were wearing a dorky two person sweater, which Molly had made jokingly for them.

“Gideon tried to get us into one of those but we ripped ours,” Derya told Molly as she passed her the photo, “They were really soft though,”

She continued flipping through photos before coming across one of her and the twins, each with a gross face, sticking their tongues out, middle fingers up. The photo behind that one was of Molly swatting at Gideon, who had moved his hands to a defensive position while Fabian and Derya were laughing at him.

“I remember this!” Derya said quietly and excitedly, “This was--”

Derya’s face dropped at the reminder, but quickly shuffled through the photos, trying to find the one she was looking for, and then it was there, in her hand.

“This was the day he proposed to me,”

The photo was of Gideon on one knee, Derya with her hands cupping his face as they looked at one another. The next was one of them kissing, and the one after that they were being embraced from behind by Fabian, all three laughing.

Molly rubbed Derya’s knee soothingly, remembering the day they got engaged vividly.

Derya began to pull the neck of her shirt down, producing a silver chain with a ring strung through it, “I still wear the ring,”

“Oh, darling,” Molly finally embraced her, it was one of the most emotional hugs that Derya had been in for a while, let alone a normal hug, and she basked in every moment of it.

She basked in Molly’s arms until Bill walked into the kitchen to see his mother and old friend sobbing in each other’s arms, but they broke apart to stare at whoever walked in the kitchen.

“I just wanted water,” He put his hands up like he was guilty, the girls chuckled at his actions.

“You both alright?” He raised an eyebrow, but they nodded and looked at one another, before nodding again. “Well go to bed soon, it’s late for you old folk,”

“Bill I will beat your ass, I don’t care if you need to look pretty for your wedding,” Derya playfully teased.

“Oh, I believe you will, but you both need to sleep, so go to bed,” Bill snarked, ever the sassiest of the Weasley siblings.

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It's the Lease I Can Do

Platonic! Weasley Twins x Reader

BG: The Weasley twins are so close to having their joke shop become a reality. They had found the perfect location but they had hit a minor problem that could cause them everything. You want to help, but how can you when they, the birthday boys themselves had given up?

a/n: I had this idea for a almst a year now and waited til ther twins bday to write it. I hope you enjoy.

WC: 2111

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Fred and George causing a ruckus in the common room is a daily occurrence that everyone is accustomed to. However ever since the start of Year 7, the amount of commotion these two had caused can be counted in one hand.

At first glance, it could be attributed to NEWTS or in this year's case-to a pink toad acting as High Inquisitor. Still, more and more nights the twins had claimed the back corner of the common room.

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The last remaining batch of students were making their way through Filch's checkpoint (an added security protection which also serves for Umbridge having a list of names on who comes in and out of Hogwarts). You glanced down at your watch- 2:27pm, they’re late. Weird, the twins never pass a chance to go to Hogsmeade.

You hear the castle door open behind you. Thank Merlin, you thought but instead you were greeted with a disheveled Angelina. “I’m coming! Wait!”

“Have you seen Fred and George?” You called as she ran past you.

“I think I saw them in the common room!” Angelina shouted back.

The common room? “What are they up to now?” You sighed. Stomping heavily up the stairs. “Ditching me….”

~

“Oi Weaslebees! I know you’re in here!” You rounded the corner of their secret spot. “AHa!”

You caught them red handed, midway into shoving papers into their “Weasley & Weasley'' Trunk. Though what they were hiding, you weren't exactly sure.

“Y/N!” Fred greeted, grabbing onto your shoulders, effectively covering George and the table. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Narrowing your eyes at him. “Really?” Hands on hips you blatantly say “2:15 am, courtyard?? Ring any bells?” Fred shook his head.

Meanwhile George’s head shot up. “Oh shit, y/n we’re so sorry!”

Fred turned to his brother, still clueless on what the heck George was talking about.

Abandoning the trunk, George gave his twin a classic smack on the head. “Hogsmeade, you idiot! We were supposed to all go together.”

“OHHHH FU--” Fred knew he was screwed. “I’M SO SORRY! WE’RE SORRY.” Seizing the messy trunk, he strategized. “Right, here’s the plan: I’m gonna quickly drop this off back in the dorm while you two make your way to the gate. If you run, I guess you can make it. I’ll catch up with you two then.”

“Fred….. We’re not gonna make it” you argued.

“Not if we don’t try.”

“It’s almost 3, Filch would be closing the gates by now.” You sat down on Fred’s empty seat. “Besides we can go to Hogsmeade next time, we could just hang out here. I miss having my best lads around.”

“Awww…we’ve been upgraded from annoying pricks to best lads!” Gushed George, pulling you into a side hug.

“Yea, I could help in whatever it was you guys were doing before I came. I don’t mind.”

At that, you could feel George tense up, his arm around you dropping. “Uhhh…” He looked to the older twin, silently conversing.

You gaze between the boys, sometimes they get so caught up in their scheming that they don’t notice that to others, especially those who had known them for years that their non verbal communication is not so sly.

In the end, Fred gave his brother a subtle shake. “No, that’s alright. I’ll just put this back and we could play gobstones or something, anything you like.”

As Fred headed up to his dorm room, you noticed a piece of paper under the table. Picking it up, the header caught your eye. RE: Lease Agreement. Were the twins looking for a new home after graduation? You didn’t mean to pry. You were close friends, they would tell you if they were moving right? This is big news….you decided to brush it off until another line caught your attention. The shop premise located at Number 93 Diagon Alley. Shop? They are trying to set up shop? That’s brilliant! The twins would get to showcase their inventions to the world! You could feel your pride swell. Leasing Agreements would not proceed if tenants, Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley, are unable to provide an endorser by the date of 31st of March.

“Where’d you get that?” George standing across from you, gobstones on one hand and another pointing at the document. There’s no backing out now.

“It was under the table.” You explained. “I didn’t know you were this far along with the shop.”

“Yea, well it’s not happening now is it?”

“What?”

“Cmon y/n. I know you read it.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright. We aren’t getting the place anyway.”

“Wait what? Why?”

“No endorsers.” George stated matter of factly but you sense the pain in his voice.

“How about your parents surely-”

George laughed. “As if mum would suddenly have a change of heart. You knew how she disapproves of our inventions, calling it a waste.”

“Arthur then.”

“Mum won’t let him.”

“Anyone then?” George huffed in defeat. “How about me! I could back you up.”

“You have to be an adult with a proven financial stability.” He stated, effectively shutting you down. “Forget it y/n. The hold ends in 3 days. We’ve tried everything. Just don’t let Fred know that you know. He’s devastated. Promise?”

“I promise.”

“And no pity, sad eyes!” He added as footsteps are heard descending the staircase.

“But I suck at poker faces!”

“Then let’s hope that Freddie is distracted even to not notice.”

~

It’s been 4 days since you had sent the letter to your father.

“Dear papa,

I know that this is a huge favour to ask but I believe it would be worth your while.

So remember back in the summer when you caught Fred Weasley, George Weasley and me snooping around with the Extendable Ears but let us go because you were so enamored?

Well turns out the twins and trying to get a shop up and running! How amazing is that?

The only problem is that they need an endorser to back them up in order to proceed with the lease agreements. The are currently on hold for the Shop Number 93 in Diagon Alley until the 31st.

This is where the huge favour comes in. Could you please be their backer? You did say that you’d love to help in some part in their invention, be an investor of sorts. Please papa. I would love to do it myself but I have to wait a couple more months to qualify. Plus it’s their 18th birthday on April 1st. Imagine their surprise if it were to come through.

I’d love to hear from you soon, regardless of your choice.

Your favourite child

y/n.”

The twin’s 18th birthday was spent with absolute love and madness.

Lee had unloaded his stash of butterbeer and firewhiskey, Fred had slipped Angelina with one of their new prank inventions- which changes the person into a sickly color of vomit green, a perfect way to ditch class or events.

Upon learning that the color would last for a few days and would only fade with the ingestion of an antidote, antidote that George said they still had yet to create. Angelina (understandably) threw cake at them. The Gryffindor chaser with perfect aim, hits its mark. However, Fred using his beater skills, instinctively blocks the incoming cake.

Resulting in a wide splat zone. Fred’s arm was covered in frosting, having sprayed everyone around him in whipped cream during the impact. George wasn’t safe too, despite being across from Fred, the rebounce of the cake had made him the new target.

You had just changed into your pajamas when a tapping sound came from your window.

Your family owl, Lanny, was outside carrying a large yellow envelope.

Quickly letting him in, you gave Lanny a gentle pat and brought out some owl treats for the tired bird.

Unscrolling the note tied to his leg, you begin to read.

“My dearest y/n,

My sincere apologies for the late reply, it’s been quite hectic at work.

In regards to your favour, you need not worry. Everything is taken care of. I had met with the landlord of Number 93 Diagon Alley and had all the documents settled. I had also gone and checked to make sure the two lads aren’t being ripped off. Fred and George had picked a nice prime location.

Greet them a happy birthday for me alright? And tell them that I look forward to witnessing them succeed in their endeavors.

They would undoubtedly be bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times. The people would be thankful for them.

I also had Lanny bring the twins’ copy of the Lease Agreement.

I can’t wait to see you all soon.

Much love,

Papa.”

~

Fred was grateful that their friends had retired into the night, leaving him and George to sulk into the dreadful reality.

“We were this close Georgie, this close!” Fred winced, pinching his fingers close without touching.

“I know but there was nothing else we could have done.” consoled George but even he himself was having a hard time. Number 93 was the perfect location for their joke shop. But now it’s gone.They are back to square one, scouting for locations.

“Fred! George! There you are! I have great news!” You yelled, not caring if you could wake up the other students.

“Oi Y/N! Be careful!.” Even in a bad mood, Fred Weasley couldn’t help being protective.

You banged the envelope on the table. “Surprise! Happy Birthday! From papa and I.”

“Another gift?” wondered George.

“So you don’t want it then?” You challenged, crossing your arms. You tried to look intimidating but the pajamas weren’t doing any good. “Cause I bet a hundred galleons that you’d shit your pants if you were to reject it.”

“That confident eh?” Smirked Fred, taking the contents of the envelope out. “ What do you think is so grand that Georgie and I would---BLOODY HELL! Y/N!” Fred kept looking down at the paper and up to you, unbelieving.

“What is it Freddie?” asked George leaning over to read whatever it was that left his brother speechless.

Re: Lease Agreement

Mr. y/l/n has submitted his endorsement to Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley.

The turnover of the leasing property of Shop Number 93 Diagon Alley would begin on April 1st …..

“Oh My- Y/n? Is this real?” George whispered, afraid that if he were any louder this dream would end.

“Yes, absolutely, 100%.” You affirmed. “The shop is yours! Opff-”

George embraced you tight, catching you off guard. You could feel your right shoulder getting wet. “Heyya big guy, don’t cry.” Running a hand up and down his back.

“But how?” Fred with brows creased was still stuck in a trance, you could see the paper shake in his grasp.

“You left the agreement noticed a couple of days ago. I might have accidentally read it. George said to not let you know cause you might get angry-”

“YOu KNEW?!?”

“George only knew I saw the paper. Nothing else.” You defended. “I thought i might try and help, so I called in a favour with papa. You knew how much he was impressed with the Extendable Ear, so I mentioned if he wanted to back you up. I only got his reply just now, said he’d love to and got onto ironing out the paperwork and viola!” Pointing at the document. “Oh and he also said Happy 18th Birthday, looking forward to your success and the people would be thankful for bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times.”

“Thanks Y/n but this is a lot we can’t possibly-”

You cut Fred off before he could say more. “Oh please, you have done countless things for me. And I know what you’re gonna say- but see you would do the same for me. Besides think of this as your first investors. We want to help. We see your potential, we know you two, Fred, George, are gifted with bringing laughter and joy to people with your inventions."

"Thank you, truly y/n and to your dad too." Fred admitted, opening himself up. "No one's really backed us up with our inventions before, we've been always told off for being childish. It really means a lot."

“Hey, it’s the lease I could do.” You replied, causing the twins to chuckle immediately lightening up the mood.

It's great to see them relax again after weeks of stressing over the shop. Times might be changing but at least tonight, you got your best lads back.

~

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[bubblyani]

Limit of Love

(Freddie Jackson x Reader)

Part 1 of Freddie Jackson Two Shot

Request by : @97freaknik

Rating: Mature (18+)

Author’s Note: When the idea of Freddie being in love was presented to me, it really did feel very challenging to imagine, given what we see in The Take. But anyways, we all can dream and imagine. And based on the request, I went through a rollercoaster ride myself writing this. Separated this into two parts, so that I can really get in to this. Hope you all enjoy!

The sun shining at nighttime was a phenomenon considered impossible. But not for you. Especially whenever those eyes, mixed with green and blue were in view. Whenever that smile, that flashed with happiness never left you alone. The smile that hinted happiness that only both of you could ever share.

All this, belonged to Freddie Jackson. And fortunately, he belonged to you.

“Busy with work?”

The question escaped your lips ever so casually, as your boyfriend entered the flat. You may have sounded so, but only you knew how excited you were upon seeing him.

“Mmmm yeah yeah...more or less” closing the door behind him, Freddie pondered while answering,“How about you?” His attention proceeded to move over to you, who seemed to be leaning on the pantry, scribbling something with focus.

“Oh! the same...yeah” you replied, tone filled with empathy, eyes unmoved.

“What you up to?”

“Ah...I got to fill these out for mum..” you said, pointing with your pen when he peeped from your side.

“It’s funny...” you began, “...when my parents used to tell me how busy they were, I wouldn’t believe them for one sodding bit...but now...” chuckling, you continued, “I understand...”

You didn’t hear his reply. In fact you didn’t hear anything at all.

“I hope you know...I’m not that kind of girl...to give you an awful time just cause I don’t see you for a few days an-Freddie? are you listening?”

Your question finally seemed valid, especially when you felt the zipper of your dress slowly being undone, and you knew Freddie was behind you.

“Hmmm? Yeah go on...” his mindless response made you chuckle, for you knew where this was heading.

“Anyways, I’m really alright with th ...” you suddenly paused, “....that”. You were suddenly aware of the tight claps of your bra as it was finally loosened, when he unhooked it.

“Hmmm...”

In a concentrated world of his own, Freddie went ahead to brush your hair upfront. Your skin  was rife with life with his feathery kisses landing on the back of your neck.

“So...how about...” shivering, you continued , “you?”  

Holding on to the pantry, you were fully distracted from your previous engagement, “Things still sour with Ozzy?” You struggled to form that question with all your might when his kisses descended down to the your now exposed back.

“Yeah....not much has changed with that selfish bugger...” he muttered on to your skin. You sighed, slowly turning to face him.

“I’m sorry Freddie...” you said, stroking his cheek, “he might think highly of Jimmy now. But it won’t last forever...”

“Yeah well... let’s not talk about that fuckin’ geezer...when I’m here with you. Come here-”

With his hands on your waist, he kissed you on the lips.You were clearly reminded of the magic you shared with him the moment the lips touched.

As the magic sustained, those hands skillfully wandered back, tightly holding on to the openings of your dress. And in one clean motion , you felt him pull your dress down, the unhooked bra catching up, until you remained in just your underwear. Giggling into the kiss, you were definitely not surprised.

“Awwww...hello darlings...” Freddie cried out affectionately, his eyes moving over to your bare breasts. Brushing your hair back, you offered him a better view. “Fuckin’ hell...” you watched him lick his lips,“I missed these so much I even fuckin’ dreamt of them...” leaning forward, your head titled to the side as you felt him kiss your jawline. He was indeed serious, quickly cupping your left breast with his right hand, his palm encircling your nipple until it grew hard. All this,  you were no stranger to. It was merely one of the things he enjoyed,and you certainly didn’t mind.

“Did you miss me?”

He pulled away from your neck, the moment you asked him that. You may be fine not seeing him for a while, but it did not encompass your insecurities about his feelings for you.

His left hand that remained on your waist suddenly disappeared, grabbing your face only to kiss you once again. You felt your entire body de solidify when his kiss grew intense. You wanted to take all those words back when his tongue entwined with yours, deepening it within seconds.

“Every ...fucking ...day babe” he breathed. Excitedly, you bit your lower lip upon his satisfactory response. Finally your hunger were on par with his.

“You know...”

“Hmmm?”

“It has been a while...” you purred, guiding his hand from your face, over to your buttocks, “since we-Ahh...” gasping, you felt a dose of pleasure when he took your nipple between his fingers, “...fooled around on the pantry” you moaned, immersed in arousal as his fingers rolled the hardened bud.

Chuckling low in victory, Freddie gave it a playful pull, making it swollen and red. Once he savored your moan which followed, he kissed you hungrily, showing his approval before lifting you up, placing you firmly on the pantry top to begin your lustful escapade.

6 months. You couldn’t believe you didn’t know of him, you didn’t know of this bliss 6 months before.

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(6 months ago)

A zombie would have approved of the way you stepped into the pub, for it was a spot on imitation.The pub was almost deserted, and fortunately you preferred it that way. How else would it mirror your emotions? Sliding into a bar stool, your heavy sigh signaled the bartender of your arrival.

The vodka you ordered did not seem to help one bit, leading you to take another sip with a larger volume. You wished you could melt away just like the alcohol that melted away in your tongue. In the midst of all the melancholy, you were suddenly startled when a figure sat right next to you.

“Oi! Billy...the usual, mate”

This voice, it hinted somewhat of an attractive tone. It was the tone you liked. And as you stealthily turned your head to lay your eyes on him, you knew your instincts were not mistaken. His half opened shirt showed off the gold chain around his neck. And the way he scratched his ear, gave his rings and piercing quite the attention. But nevertheless, he looked appealing. He was handsome in your eyes, and you knew you weren’t the only one who stood by this. And all the sudden, you felt aware of yourself.

“You like what you see, babe?”

Eyes widened, you were now definitely aware of how he caught you staring.

“Oh!” turning away in an instant “I’m sorry...that was rude” you said weakly. He chuckled.

“Ohhh...naaahhh” he shook his hand in the air“it’s alright, it’s a free country, innit Billy?” He said, looking at the bartender.

You chuckled, feeling more at ease. It seems you haven’t screwed up yet.

“So...” the man began, “...what’s a beauty like you...” he continued, pointing at you, “doing here alone..at a time like this?”

The mere fact he acknowledged you as beautiful was a progressive step forward. And it cheered you up even more.

“Well...this ‘beauty’ just got fired”you said, raising your glass “Here’s to no future!”

“Awww fuckin hell...” with a dejected tone, he turned to  you “ I’m sorry love” he said, to which you responded with shrugged shoulders,  “Billy...another round for her..on me”

Heart wrapped in warmth, you looked up from your glass, “Thanks”

Along with the second round, came in introductions, and more excuses for conversation.

“So...what were you doing?”

“I was a hairdresser” you said, “at Lola’s”

“Blimey...is that right?” He asked with surprise. You nodded with a smile.

“Uh huh” you uttered, making you sad later on.

“Well,...”he began,“it’s a fuckin pity they lost themselves a great employee..” he said, lighting up his cigar during.

“Heheh you don’t know that” you said, with your elbows on the table “for all you may know, I might have been the worst one”

“Nahhh...you know what? I don’t believe you” he stubbornly disagreed, as his piercing gaze caught your attention.

“Well...” You muttered, “then I won’t stop you”  you smiled.

Looking back at him, you realized you’ve never seen eyes as beautiful as his. And how they held their own against those luscious lips he owned. Thick, inviting and very kissable.

Funny, your thoughts even went that far.

When you went home that night, your stomach ached from laughter, your jaw ached from smiling the entire evening. But your heart didn’t ache, for it was lifted. For you made a friend out of Freddie Jackson.

Your heart continued to remain lifted when the your phone rang frantically the next evening. With its shrill tone, it urged you to answer.

“Hello?”

“Y/N...” that tone echoed in your ear, “Hello babe...”. You squealed in glee.

“Freddieeee...” you cried out, “oh...how are you?” You asked, holding on to the phone “I was just thinking about you...”

“Oh yeah?” He sounded pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah...” your reply was instant “Oh Freddie...I got my old job back!”  

“Fuckin’Hell you serious?” He exclaimed. You nodded, “I am ...”. His chuckle through the line made your heart sing.

“Well congratulations babe...”

“Thank you...” your tone grew soft. “Hey..why don’t you come over tomorrow?” You said, leaning on the pantry “I’ll cook ya something” you said, excitement filling your bloodstream.

“You sure I won’t choke to death now?” Freddie asked teasingly. You giggled.

“Very funny ...you won’t cause ...I'm actually quite good”

“Really now?” You involuntarily nodded to his curiosity, “Fuck! My mouth is watering just thinking about it”

Suddenly that tone his, held you by the hand and took you somewhere. Somewhere quite dirty. Suddenly you imagined his eyes washing over you, as if you were the mouthwatering meal.

“Oh um uh...heheheh” you struggled with your response, for you were too busy blushing “...well I’ll see you tomorrow”

The moment you hung up you knew impatience was to rule the day.

Your heart couldn’t stop racing with excitement as you waited for him “tomorrow”. You clearly  remembered how you impatiently floated your way towards the door the moment knocks made themselves known.

Although, when you opened the door you were faced with a man who did not look as joyful as you. Instead, there he stood, feeling his own pulse, looking lost.

You swore your heart sank.

“Freddie?” You asked softly, “What’s the matter?”

Wiping his eyes with his fingers, he cleared his throat.

“Nothing babe...I’m fine” he forced himself a grin. You were not entirely convinced.  However, you didn’t want to force your way in either. Nevertheless, there he was right in front of you.

Little did he expect you to surprise him by wrapping your arms around him, pulling into an embrace.

“ I am...so glad you’re here...” you breathed into his shoulder, “ ever since I met you I...I feel happier. My life...seems better”

His grip tightened around you.

“Me too, babe”

The shivers you felt running down your spine were indeed real. When you felt him slowly take a whiff of your hair, that heart of yours suddenly remembered to race again. Ready, set, go. There it was.

Pulling away slowly, you looked up shyly to find Freddie’s lips staring at you.Those lips always looked good. But up close, oh! so much better.  

“Did anyone ever tell you...” those lips began to  form words, “...how fucking good you smell?”

“No...” you whispered, hypnotized. You wanted to kiss him. With all your heart. They were calling out to you.

Before you could inhale, Freddie moved in swiftly, snatching your hopeful lips with his hypnotizing ones. How relieved you were to know he felt the same. As you pulled him in, you knew he’d wholeheartedly agree to the events that will follow.

You were never shy with the idea of lust or the pleasures of the flesh, but that was it. They were interesting, experiential and stimulating; but in the end of the day, you were empty. For love never bothered to get to know you. But that night, when you saw him, when you held him, when he conversed with you through words and touch, you you felt the presence of something you never felt before. You felt love.

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(The next morning)

When he exited the building, he did it with a swagger full of pride. He certainly welcomed the morning looking refreshed and ready. Wearing a toothy grin, he turned back to find you joining him outside.

Hands were enveloped tightly, and greetings were exchanged inaudibly. All before he held your face lovingly, to plant a kiss that would almost last the entire day. Satisfied, you could not help but utter words of affection to him, when he stared in to your eyes with longing.

With a chuckle, the hands quickly parted, allowing yours to wave back at him as you ran to catch the bus. All the while he stood there, lighting his cigarette, eyes glued to your disappearing figure until he finally left for business.

All this, she watched. And as she did, fidgeting seemed non-existent for a few minutes for she was busy holding her breath. Proceeding to bite her manicured nails, Jackie Jackson could not believe what she witnessed just then.

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Reconnecting (Chapter Twelve)

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader

Word count: 2529

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger have been friends since the cradle. When they’re suddenly pulled apart and reconnected years later, they both can tell that the relationship has evolved. They lead very different lifestyles now. Can they continue what they had, or go for something more, with this gap between them?

Warnings: A mugging (violence), cussing, drinking, mentioned sex

A/N: I did not combine the names of my two doctors to make the doctor’s name in this chapter...nope...not at all... Also, I’m sorry if the gif doesn’t move on a computer, I don’t know what’s up with it. And on mobile it may look like one big block of text but there are paragraph breaks! I’m sorry it looks so awkward, I’ll try to figure it out.

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(Not linking the Spotify playlist because Tumblr’s been having issues with Spotify or something. Either way, it’s not working.)

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You were struggling, mentally and physically. Mentally because your life was not where you wanted it to be and everything seemed to be going wrong. Physically because you were stumbling down the streets, trying to remember how to get home. You only realized half an hour after leaving the bar that you probably should’ve let John help you home. You were so out of it at that point, however, that you didn’t even hear the footsteps of the men behind you.

“Hey,” one of them called out threateningly. You turned around, trying to focus your vision on what was in front of you. “Give us the bag.”

“What?” you slurred, still not understanding what was happening.

“Give us your bag!” a short, angry man yelled.

“No!” You hugged your purse to your chest, backing away slowly. “No, it’s mine!”

One of the men, the tallest of the bunch, stepped forwards and grabbed one of the straps, yanking on it as hard as he could. Being drunk and weak, you lost your grip on it, falling forward onto your knees from the force of having the object yanked from your arms. One of the men kicked you in the ribs before turning tail and running away with the others.

You lay there for God knows how long, groaning in pain and trying to contain your tears. You didn’t want anyone to find you, fearing the worst could happen. Eventually, you pulled yourself up with the help of a bush, this time limping on towards your house.

When you finally arrived, you slammed the door shut and slid down the wall, finally letting out all your tears. You could feel that your ribs were bruising, and taking a breath in hurt. Not to mention you were without all of your cash, ID’s, credit cards, and key to get into the studio.

You phoned Freddie’s house about an hour later, after finally having been able to calm down. “Hello, Paul Prenter speaking, Freddie Mercury’s house,” the person on the other line said.

“Paul, I need to talk to Freddie.” You yawned, the alcohol and crazy night catching up to you.

“He’s busy, (L/n),” Paul said, clearly annoyed. “What do you want?”

“I want to talk to Freddie,” you said, slurring your words together again.

“No.” With that, Paul hung up on you.

You sighed, flopping down on the couch. The rest of the band was likely asleep, meaning you couldn’t call them for help getting into the studio tomorrow. Well, you knew Roger was most definitely not asleep, but you didn’t want him to pick up the phone in the middle of having sex with some random woman.

You decided to just go to bed; you’d figure it out in the morning. You stumbled into the bedroom, getting under the covers without even taking off your day clothes. James stirred, but you thankfully didn’t wake him.

While Roger was sharing a bed with some one night stand, you were sharing a bed with James for the first time in forever.

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“Who was that?” Freddie asked, looking over at Paul. The two of them had gone back to Freddie and Mary’s flat after things at the bar had calmed down. They were watching a movie and getting more drunk when they got your call. Freddie and Mary had been laughing too hard at something to be able to hear Paul say your last name.

“No one.” Paul sat back down, unmuting the movie.

Freddie frowned. “Well, it couldn’t have been no one if they have my number.”

Paul rolled his eyes. “It’s no big deal, (Y/n) just wanted to tell you she’d gotten home safely.”

“All right…” Freddie was skeptical. He made a mental note to call you back once the movie was over. But he never got the chance; he passed out five minutes later.

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Roger did end up having sex with the girl. Her name was either Amanda or Amara, he couldn’t remember. He sat at the foot of his bed, smoking a cigarette while she was fast asleep behind him. All he could think was that the experience was so unspeakably boring.

He’d done this countless times before. How many women had he brought home and done the exact same thing with? They’d want the same type of boring, everyday sex, which was fine with him at first, but now it all felt wrong. He felt like there was something better he could be doing with his time.

The entire time, he also couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, like there was something in his life he needed to fix. But he couldn’t pinpoint it. He only realized as he smoked that cigarette what it was. It was things with you.

He hadn’t seen you leave the bar, and the empty pit in his stomach was the anxiety he felt. He had seen you take those shots, and he knew you’d be drunk. He wanted you to be safe. He acknowledged that he’d been irrationally angry, and going and finding a woman just to spite you made him kind of an asshole. Okay, a supreme asshole. The king of the assholes.

“Rogieeeeee,” Amanda/Amara suddenly whined, drawing out the last syllable. “Rogie, come back here. Let’s do that again.” He looked back and saw her sitting up, sheets pooled around her waist, smirking.

He rolled his eyes, turning back around. “Not interested.”

She slowly crawled over to Roger, hugging him from behind, making sure one of her hands landed low on his stomach. “C’mon, babe. While the night’s still young.” She leaned her head down, biting his neck, no doubt leaving another mark.

Roger groaned, rolling his shoulder back to push her off. Amanda/Amara sat back onto the bed, letting out another whine. “Why nooooot?”

“Because I’ve got shit to fix.” Roger stood up, not even bothering to put pants or boxers back on. He flew into his living room, picking up the phone and dialing your phone number as fast as he could.

But you didn’t pick up. Because you were asleep. Roger slammed the phone down, putting his head in his hand with shame.

---

You managed to get to the studio first the next day. You wanted to be there when the next person got there, so they could let you in.

That next person ended up being John. He looked relieved to see you alive. Without mentioning last night or the way you were still limping, he unlocked the door and walked with you into the studio.

Brian came next, and then Freddie, which was strange. Freddie never arrived before the rest of the band. Where was Roger? You knew the answer, but just didn’t want to admit it.

Roger walked in almost an hour late. He had a coat on, a scarf around his neck, and a small bouquet of roses in his hand. You tried to avoid looking at him and the scarf, which you knew was covering various hickeys, but the roses caught your eye. He hovered awkwardly by the door for a few seconds before shuffling over to you. He held out the roses to you, not making eye contact. “These, um...these are for you.”

You blinked, grabbing them out of his hand. “Um, thanks. But, why?”

Roger sighed, actually looking at you now. “Because I feel bad. I was a jerk last night and you didn’t deserve to be snapped at like that.”

You smiled, setting the roses down on the couch and standing up. “How thoughtful, thank you Roger.” You opened your arms, inviting him into a hug.

He breathed a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around you tightly. However, he squeezed in the wrong place on your back, causing your ribs to flare up with pain. You yelped, falling back into your seat with his arms still around you.

Roger took a step back, frowning. “What? What happened?”

You put a hand on your ribs, taking a few deep breaths. “Ugh, if that guy cracked my rib--”

“What?” Roger asked more insistently. “If who cracked your rib? Did James--?” The look in his eyes could kill.

“No,” you answered quickly. “No, not James. I was mugged, but I’m fine.” You slowly leaned onto the armrest, trying to ease the pain.

Roger’s eyes went wide, and he looked like he was trying not to cry. “W-when?”

“After I left the bar last night.”

Roger nodded, pressing his lips together. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Just my dignity.” You tried to laugh, but Roger didn’t want to play along.

“Guys, I’m taking (Y/n) to the hospital,” Roger stated to everyone else, reaching out a hand to help you up.

You chuckled. “Rog, I’m fine, trust me. I’m not in too much pain if I don’t mess with it. Or shower.”

“Remember when we both broke our arms when I fell out of that tree?” Roger asked suddenly.

“Um...yeah?”

“You ran for help, even when you were in excruciating pain. You helped me. And now it’s about time I helped you.” He grabbed your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Awww, how adorable!” Freddie practically squealed from the corner of the room, a large, toothy smile on his face. You smiled while Roger rolled his eyes at Freddie’s antics.

Roger helped you off the couch and assisted you out into the parking lot. The two of you took his car to the nearest emergency room. He helped you into the building, because the pain had slowly gotten worse since you’d gotten up that morning. You checked in, told the receptionist the problem, and waited for a tech to call you back for a CT scan and X-ray.

Your best friend stayed with you the whole time. He stood off to the side, with a heavy shawl draped over his whole body to protect from radiation, as you got the X-ray, and stood right next to you, in a similar heavy garment, talking to you soothingly while you were sent into a large donut for the CT scan. You felt a million times better with him there next to you.

You and Roger waited in an exam room for what felt like forever. Finally, a doctor named Dr. Hinton came in, holding the results of your X-ray and CT scan.

“The X-ray didn’t show us anything,” he explained, “which is a good sign, it means nothing is seriously broken. The CT scan, however, showed us a couple of fractures. Nothing terrible, but you’ll still need to treat it. We recommend some pain meds and icing the area as much as you can. Does it hurt to breathe?” You nodded. “Okay, well, you can’t be afraid to breathe deeply. You need to do that so your lungs don’t get weaker, you could get pneumonia. Try not to do too many strenuous things, you could make the injury worse. Come back and see me in a week.”

You and Roger then took a trip to the local drug stores to get one of those ice bags people use in cartoons when they injure themselves, and then to a grocery store for a large bag of ice. Roger filled the ice pack in the parking lot before gently placing it on your abdomen area. “There,” he whispers. “Feel good?”

You nodded, putting your hand over Roger’s and holding the ice pack in place. “Thank you so much for helping me,” you said, looking up at him.

He gave you a sad smile. “My pleasure. I’m sorry I acted like a dick last night. I just...need to learn to control my temper.”

“Took you twenty-six years to figure that out?” you joked, nudging him in the arm with your other fist.

Roger nodded, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, you’d think I would’ve gotten it before this.” He moved his hand to your face, kneeling down so he could be more level with you. “You know I care about you, right? I know I can be a whiny little bitch at times, but I’ll always be there for you when you need me.”

You smiled, grabbing his hand and holding it. “I know, Rog. And I greatly appreciate you and everything you’ve ever done for me.”

Roger sighed, pulling his hand away and going to sit in the driver’s seat of his car. He started the engine, driving off towards his house.

---

The two of you sat on Roger’s couch, cuddled up together, watching a movie while you iced your rib. You couldn’t help but wonder, as you sat there happy as could be, if this could be your life. He’d kissed you, you could tell he had feelings for you. But could you actually date a person like Roger Taylor?

“Hey Roger?” you asked.

“What’s up?” he responded, suddenly more alert. “Do you need more ice? Are you in pain?”

“No, I’m fine.” You slowly repositioned yourself so you could see his face. “I was just wondering...just...what am I to you?”

Roger blinked, as if he didn’t understand the question. “Well, you’re my best friend.”

“No, but...do you want me to be more to you?” When he still looked confused, you kept talking. “I mean, we kissed at that bar the other night, I was wondering if that meant you wanted a different kind of relationship with me.”

Roger thought about it for a second. “I mean, that sounds nice, but you know I’m not stellar at dating.”

“I know,” you answered. “But, if you really like me in that way, then maybe you’d be more willing to try?”

Roger sighed. “Probably not,” he admitted.

You felt like you’d been punched in the gut. “But...why not?”

You could tell he was getting agitated. “I don’t know! Because...ugh. I’m too rowdy for you. I party too hard and have too much sex and drink and smoke too much, while you’d rather stay home and drink some warm tea and read a book. We weren’t meant for each other.”

You blinked your tears away. “Roger, that’s crazy. If we both like each other, we should be making an effort to see if we could make a relationship work!”

Roger shook his head. “There’s no point. Eventually, you’re going to get tired of having a boyfriend who comes home at four in the morning, drunk and horny, all the fucking time.”

“Better than what I’m dealing with now!” you shouted. As the shock registered on Roger’s face, you tried to smooth over what you’d just said. “Let’s not fight, we just made up. Let’s just watch the movie. Forget I said anything.”

Roger looked like he was going to blow up again. He sat back, taking several deep breaths. “Do you want to stay over tonight?” he asked suddenly.

You sighed, leaning over onto him again. “Yeah,” you breathed. “I suppose.”

The two of you sat in silence. The movie played, but neither of you were interested. He was busy thinking about how he’d just fucked up, and you were too busy scolding yourself for having such a foolish dream of a life with Roger.

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Fred Weasley x Reader Imagine: "The Girl Who Read"

Going to Flourish and Blotts, and meeting Fred there, and him offering to buy you a book. I got this idea from a relateable post I saw on pinterest: it said I wish that a guy, instead of buying me a drink, a guy would come up to me at Barnes and noble and buy me a book" or something like that. So here's my fantasy put into an imagine... It was your fourth year at Hogwarts, and you went to Diagon Alley to pick up all of the school supplies you would need. You were a muggleborn, but both your parents had abandoned you after they found out you we're a witch. They never supported your hopes and dreams anyway, so it was no surprise when they kicked you out of the house for being something that they considered so grotesque and unnatural. You didn't mind though. You had enjoyed being in the wizarding world more than being with those people. You refused to call them your family, because they weren't yours, instead you had an owl named Kate, who was a golden masked owl. She was the prettiest owl ever seen, but that's not the main reason you loved her. You loved her because she had a heart of gold. (Get it? Because she's a golden masked owl? Bad joke, sorry) She loved all other owls, and protected you from humans she didn't trust. She kept you out of trouble, and helped you though a lot. Not to mention she was smarter than any other human you had ever met. You were currently sitting on the second floor of the bookstore. You had chosen a bad day to come, because the store was full of witches who were obsessed with some git name Gilderoy Lockhart. It was so loud and crowded, which was why you chose to stay upstairs. You were sitting on a bean bag, sipping warm pumpkin juice, reading an incredible book about magical creatures, which you were totally obsessed with, when you heard the bell on the door ring, for the millionth time today, and saw a large group of red heads, with one brunette. You knew who they were, they we're the Weasleys. Although you didn't know them too well, since they weren't in Ravenclaw, you had heard plenty about them. Percy, the stuck up prefect, Ron, the wizards chess legend, and Fred and George, the adorable pranksters. As soon as the brunette boy was seen, everybody turned around and made a big fuss, so you immediately knew who it was. It was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. But you were (y/n), the girl who read, or at least was trying. You looked up, to see one of the twins staring at you. You knew it was Fred, you we're one of the few people who could tell them apart. At this point, Kate was sitting next too you, and she gave you a hoot of approval,telling you that you could trust him. "Um, can I help you Fred?" He turned red as soon as you asked, and said, "(y/n), I know you don't know me," you interrupted him and said, "oh I know exactly who you are Fred Weasley." Kate gave a hoot of laughter and you shot her a look telling her to watch it. "Right, well, I saw that you looked really into reading it, so I wanted to buy you that book." You were still curious, so you stood up and asked him, "um, any reason why? Oh wait, let me guess: you want me to owe you a favor, so later I'll help you with your homework or something." He looked you straight in the eyes and said, "no, I just-I just really like you." He said with a smile. "You what?" "I like you (y/n). As like, more than a friend, and I'm sorry if I'm being forward, but I needed to tell you, so..." You gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he stopped talking, and blushed once again. "Yes Fred, you can buy me this book." He looked very hopeful and happy. "So, you like me back?" You giggled, "of course. I think you're cute, and funny." "Really?!" You winked at him, like he always did those cute winks of his. "Fred! Where are you?" Molly called. "Is that your mum?" "Yeah." He looked down and blushed. You lifted up his chin and said, "Don't be embarrassed, she is super sweet. Once I saved Ron's arse by helping him write a report for his midterm, since he would have failed without me, and she sent me a box of her amazing fudge. But I don't know how she found out." He sheepishly said, "Oh, Ron told me, and I told her you saved him." "Awww, that was so sweet of you Freddie!" "FRED WEASLEY! Where are you!" Molly called again. "Well, you should probably get back." "Of course, but I should buy you this book first. " he said as he gently took it from your hands. "Oh, right. You know, it really is quite interesting, you should give it a read. Better than Lockhart's books for sure." You said as you went down the stairs. He went to the register and pulled a few sickles out of his pocket and gave it to the man standing there. The two of you walked up to his family, and Molly let out a sigh of relief, "oh there you are Fred, where have you been? " she turned to you and said, "Oooh! And who is this? " Fred put his arm around your shoulder and said, "Mum, this is (y/n). She's the smart girl who helped Ron with his homework last year." Her eyes lit up, "Oh! so you're the one Freddie's always talking about. My, you're even prettier than he said you were!" He blushed as soon as she that. "Well, now that you're here, I don't suppose you'd like to continue shopping with us, would you?" Fred turned to you and looked at you hopefully. You said, "of course! I'd love to, I'm here all by myself anyway." Fred smiled wide, gave you a hug, and planted a kiss on your temple. He opened up the book, and suddenly became very interested in it. You were reading it with him, until Draco Malfoy walked up to Harry and got up in his face about being too famous or something, (you never really paid any attention to anything he said,) when Ginny went up to him and told him to leave him alone, he said, "oh look Pottah, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" You couldn't stand to see him being such a jerk so you said, rather loudly,"Hey everyone look, Draco's jealous! " he quickly replied, red in the face, "am, am not! " "ooh look, he's blushing! " (ps guys I ship drarry) just then, while everyone was laughing, draco's father walked in, and everyone tried to contain their laughter, but continued giggling. "Draco, what's happened here? " he asked. "Nothing" he quickly replied. His father continued to make extremely rude remarks about Hermione and her parents, and the Weasleys, when he said something that made you loose it. "What's the use of being a disgrace to the wizarding world, if they don't even pay you well for it?" You got up in his face and said, "What's the use of being an asshat if no one gives a shit about it? Huh, Lucius?" "Well, you must be the other smart one. The girl who read. Obsessed with books I see? " "Yea, because at least I know how to read. " He looked at you with a shocked face, almost as much as everyone else's. No one ever stood up to Lucius Malfoy like that, and no one stood up to defend the Weasleys, either. He clearly had no words to say, so you waved him good bye and gave Draco a sarcastic smile, and they both stormed out, with looks of embarrassment on their faces. You turned to the Weasleys and said "let's get going, " as if it was no big deal, and then Fred gently but quickly grabbed your face and planted his soft lips on yours. You put your hands on his neck, and when he pulled away, he looked you in the eyes, his hands still on your face, and said, "thank you so much, (y/n). " you asked, "for what? " and he took his hand off your face and said, "for standing up for us" you still didn't get it. Ginny said, "(y/n), no one's ever stood up to him like that. " you suddenly understood. You looked back at Fred and said, "well Fred, I guess we're even now. " he laughed and said, "trust me (y/n), that won't be the last book I buy for 'the girl who read'." And he gave you a wink, that you absolutely adored.

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Make The First Move

George Weasley x Reader

BG: The Yule Ball is only a month away, but the boy you were hoping to ask you out still hasn’t make a move. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.

(With guess appearances of Fred and Cedric)

This is an entry for @heloisedaphnebrightmore​ ’s 1k Followers Writing Challenge

Fluff prompt #1 “Do you find it sexy when girls make the first move, or should I wait for you to do it yourself?”

Fluff prompt #6 “If you want to make a move, today would be the perfect time to go for it.”

Trope #8 Friends to lovers

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y/n l/n is not a girly girl. You would categorize your fashion mentality to value comfort and functionality more than style.

Yes, during the weekends, you do tend to rock a graphic tee, jeans, soft sneakers and a outwear of choice, depending on what you’re feeling that day- be it a leather jacket, causal blazer to a denim jacket.

Hey in your defence, the Scottish Highlands where Hogwarts is located isn’t exactly the warmest place, besides students are only allowed to wear casual clothes during the weekends.

But every now and then you do wanna pop on a skirt or a dress, especially when its warm outside.

This upcoming event though…. you, like everyone else is oh so very much do want to feel like a star! To feel elegant! Luxurious!

That’s right the Yule Ball is only a month away. It is all that is in every single student’s mind ever since it was announced. Who would their date to the ball be? What outfit would they wear?

A number of students had already picked their respective dates and dresses. However, a remaining select few have not done either- Like yourself. Time is running out and the pool of available potential partners is decreasing day by day.

You didn’t mind going alone, as long as you have a great time with friends, going alone it isn’t really a big deal. But there is a small childlike wishful thinking that wants to have a fairy tale experience.

It also isn’t helpful that you had started to develop feelings for a certain redheaded twin over the summer. You swear that he too felt the dynamic changed between the two of you- who knew that 3 weeks tinkering with joke shop ideas and fixing out the burrow’s garage could be so impactful.

Though now coming to think of it, could you have just read the signs all wrong? The lingering stares, the tighter and longer hugs… Could this be signs that he planning of ways to murder you? Because if this were all romantic signs, wouldn’t he have had asked you out to the ball by now? It was no secret that you hadn’t said yes to anyone yet.

So, what’s taking so long? George Weasley is one of the most confident and popular guys on campus. Surely, he wouldn’t chicken out or get nervous to ask you.

Right??

Pushing boy trouble aside, you focus back on the dress catalogue your mum had sent you earlier today.

Flipping through the pages, 2 dresses caught you eye. One was a short tule the other had a long side leg slit.

You were in the process of bookmarking the page when you felt the catalogue being pulled out of your grasp.

‘Hey!’ You instinctively shouted to the culprit.

‘What’s this?’ George said, turning to the front cover. ‘“Madam Bella’s Evening Gowns, Autumn/Winter 1994”’

‘Give it back George!’ You tried to take it from him, but he quickly held it above his head.  

You stood on the bench in hopes to extend your reach. You could almost take hold-

‘Catch Freddie!’ Shouted George and threw it across the table.

Fred flipped to the dogeared pages. ‘Ahh..’ He was scanning through the choices you had circled. ‘Great choices indeed, my dear y/n!’

At first you weren’t sure if he was teasing you or being sincere.

That must had shown on your face as Fred continued, ‘I’m serious y/n/n!’ He placed his left hand on his heart and raise his right. ‘I swear! But you would look good in any dress anyway.’

You blushed at his compliment. ‘Thanks for the confidence boost Freddie.’

He hands back the catalogue to you, and as you took it, he whispered in your ear. ‘A little hint though,’ He shifts back a bit- now being face to face. ‘My vote is on the slit dress...’

Your brows scrunched together- was this boy seriously giving you fashion advice?

‘….I know George would like that..’ He steals a quick glance towards his twin, who has now turn bright red, both from being embarrassed and furious at him. ‘… I-I mean, it would match George’s dress robes.’

Fred sends you a final wink and bids you both goodbye.

You watch Fred exit the Great Hall, never letting him out of sight until he turns the corner. Which George to grateful for, as that had bought him time to calm his face down.

That was the one of the weirdest exchanges you’ve ever had yet, but you also couldn’t help but wonder if there was some truth to it.

George cleared his throat ‘So…y/n...Have you got a date yet?’

‘No why?’ You look over at him and you thought that you might give your hypothesis a try. Smirking hopefully, you asked ‘Are you gonna ask me?’

If you only knew what was going on inside of George’s head, the boy was panicking.

It was as if time slowed. Or it was because George’s thoughts are going a thousand miles a second.

Of course, he wanted to ask you to go with him!

But his brain was feeding him of insecurities. What if you didn’t want to go with him? What if you did say yes but only as a friend?

Plus, he didn’t want to ask you in front of all these people, thinking that you might be pressured by the crowd to agree.

No, he wanted to do it in a private, more intimate setting. Deserving of your beauty and grand place to confess his feelings.

He’d dream that in return you would say ‘Yes, I loved to go to the ball with you, George!’ and perhaps even say those 3 words he’s been dying to hear-more in the romantic nature than of friendship- and if he was lucky, maybe even share a kiss, that would be the best case scenario.

The worst-case scenario would be you rejecting him, possibly forever ruining the relationship with his best friend and having his heart broken- at least that case, nobody else would witness that.

‘Eh George?? Georgie?? Hello??’ You frantically wake a hand in front of him. ‘Earth to George Weasley!!!’

Great, when you finally had the courage to ask him to be your date-albeit indirectly- You broke him.

‘uuh.. I… I have to go...’ George looked like a deer caught in headlights

‘What?’

His eyes, dart upwards, thinking of an excuse. ‘Yes, I have to go… GO CLEAN MY SOCKS!’ Unfortunately, for him, in an uncharacteristic manner, he failed to think of a believable lie. ‘I’ll see you later!’

And with that he rushed out the Great Hall, leaving you once again gawking with a confused face at another Weasley twin.

~

You had your back against one of the rock formations near the Black lake, deciding which of the 2 dresses you would be wearing to the ball.

You were enjoying the last good sunny autumn days, taking in the sights of other students having a picnic on this beautiful Saturday. When suddenly a figure had landed right in front of you.

‘Ahhh!’ You had jumped in fright, causing you to slip a bit.

‘I got you, I got you!’ You felt arms holding you tight, preventing you from falling off the rocks.

Once you had regained your balance you check to see the perpetrator that had gave you a heart attack.

‘CEDRIC DIGGORY!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU TO STOP DOING THAT!!’

The boy chuckled. ‘I know y/n/n, but I just couldn’t help it!’

You narrowed your eyes at him. Which made him laugh even more.

‘You know you love me.’ He gushed, bring you into a hug.

‘And that is my weakness’ Your reply being muffled by his shoulder. You Cedric were as close as brother and sister, having basically grew up together as both your families super close. Your father is best friends with his father and so are your mothers ever since their Hogwarts days. Therefore, naturally you and Cedric have a close bond too, being joined at the hip since birth-the only time part was the 3 months that you are older by.

It has been a while since you two had caught up with each other, him being busy with the Triwizard Tournament ofcourse.

‘Have you got any idea about the second task?’

‘Yeahh’ Cedric gulped.

You crocked a brow. Not buying his bullshit.

Cedric scratched the back of his neck. ‘Fine, I haven’t….’ Gazing towards the lake, he continued. ‘But I think it’s got something to do about the water.’

You take hold of his hand. ‘Hey, it’s alright. You’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out.’

‘Thanks y/n. I thought initially you wouldn’t be against me joining.’ He confessed.

‘You know I would support you no matter what. But don’t get me wrong, I’m worried for you Ced, always am. The tournament just upped it to level 1000! But I know that you have it in you to win this, to be the Triwizard Champion!’ You beamed. ‘Imagine that Ced, a Triwizard Champion in the family!’

‘It would be great, would it?’

‘Now to the matter at hand, The Yule Ball.’

‘What about it?’

‘Have you asked someone yet? You enquired.

‘Well there is this gorgeous lady that I’ve been meaning to ask…’ He hinted. ‘Though I am waiting for the right opportunity to ask her, you see everything has to be perfect!’

‘Awww, what an absolute sweetheart!’ You swooned.

Behind Cedric, you could have sworn that you saw someone in the trees. However, in your eagerness to know more of Cedric’s possible date, you brushed it off as the swaying of the branches and falling autumn leaves.

‘How about you? Has Mr. Beater asked you yet?’

You sighed. ‘Not exactly…’

Cedric leaned forward with hands on his chin, interested to hear more.

‘He asked if I had got a date yet, to which I said no. Then teased if he was gonna ask me.’ You recalled. ‘Then he froze. I guess I broke him, cause the next thing he said was that he’s got to go clean his socks.’

That had Cedric doubling over. ‘George really said that?!?!!?’ He had his arms wrapped around his stomach. ‘Clean his socks?!!??’

‘Yeah yeah yeah, laugh all you want Diggory. But you still hadn’t asked Cho out yet.’

‘Heyy! I told you I am waiting for the right moment!’

‘C’mon Ced, Sweet intentions aside. Cho has been declining offers to the ball, time is running out and I bet she is getting tired waiting for you to make a move, especially this close to the ball.’ You know how much Cedric likes Cho and hate to see him sad if and when Cho doesn’t get tired of waiting for him. ‘Sooner or later she might just say yes to some other guy, cause you’re talking so long!’

‘I’m sorry Cedric.’ You had realized that you projected your own frustrations on him. ‘I didn’t mean to go off on you like that.’

‘I know y/n, it’s alright really.’ He smiled, having come up with an idea ‘How about this, the next time you see George, YOU ask him out?’ He suggested.

‘ME?!?’

‘Yes.’ He insisted. ‘That why we would get a definite answer. And this time not more asking in an indirectly direct way. - We don’t want another system error in that head of his. Deal?’

‘Deal’

Picking up the discarded catalogue, he remarked. ‘Hmmm, I think that the long one would suit the occasion better, don’t you think? Being it a formal event and all.’

You agreed. ‘and you‘re not the first one to say that too.’ You muttered-more to yourself.

‘Huh?’

‘Nothing!’

‘So what color are you thinking? Blue or…’

‘Oh I got that all figured out! I was thinking that since the point of the Triwizard Tournament is school unity, I want the grown to be featuring my house colours.’

~

Fred had ran back to the Gryffindor dormitories as fast as he could. Glad to spot that his twin brother laying down on the bed.

As much as he enjoys teasing his siblings. He could no longer endure the obliviousness of his brother and y/n. He can no longer take the constant nonessential pining, especially when they obviously like each other.

Fred had been trying to get them together for the past month, but it seems that subtly pushing them to the right direction isn’t working. Which leaves him with no choice.

‘If you want to make a move, today would be the perfect time to go for it’ Stated Fred.

‘What?’

‘I can’t take it anymore Georgie!’ He grabs his brother by the collar. ‘I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I KNOW YOU LIKE Y/N AND BELIEVE ME GEOGRE WHEN I SAY THAT SHE LIKES YOU BACK OKAY.’ Fred pleads, shaking George with each word. ‘AND YOU HAVE GOT TO MAKE A MOVE TODAY! NOW! ASK HER TO THE BALL BEFORE CEDRIC DOES.’

George now dizzy, mumbled. ‘What? How?.....How do you know this?’

‘I saw them together at the lake and me being the best brother that you have decided to eavesdrop.’ Fred admitted. ‘And guess what, Cedric plans to ask a gorgeous lady- y/n- to the yule ball but is just finding the perfect opportunity.’

‘Therefore, brother dearest, it’s only a matter of time til that happens. And I your very supportive wingman urge you to freaking ask y/n out RIGHT NOW before it’s too late.’

That news that Cedric might ask y/n to the ball before he does, had put George back into his senses.

In record time, George had tidy up his clothes and fixed his hair. ‘Right.’ He turned to Fred who was looking smug leaning on the door frame. ‘How do I look?’

‘Smashing.’

‘Great, Now get out of the way you prick.’

~

George was busy thinking on how to ask y/n out to the yule ball and possibly even side in the chance to ask to go on a date with him, when he accidentally bumped into someone.

‘Wooooahh careful George!’

Damnit! he thought, out of all the people in this huge school, he just had to bump into the one person he doesn’t want to see.

‘Diggory.’ George growled.

‘You two alright?’ Said a voice beside them.

In his annoyance towards Cedric, George hadn’t noticed that you were close by. ‘Yeah, I’m good.’

‘Heyy’ Cedric interrupted. George had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. ‘I’ll see you later okay?’

Cedric kissed your forehead and whispered. ‘Good luck.’

This was is. George interpreted that sibling affection as you going out with Cedric to the ball.

Accepting defeat, he cleared his throat. ‘I guess imma go too-‘

‘Wait George!’ You held onto his arm to prevent him from leaving. ‘I wanted to ask you something.’

‘Go ahead.’ Replied George, curious onto what it is that is so important to ask him.

‘Do you find it sexy when girls make the first move, or should I wait for you to do it yourself?’

‘Hmm?’ George once again confused.

‘Gosh you are slow sometimes aren’t you.’ You chuckled. You take a step closer to him, coming up face to face. ‘George Weasley will you go to the ball with me?’

It took a second for George to believe what he was hearing. ‘YES!!’ He exclaimed then recomposed himself. ‘Yes, I would love to go to the ball with you.’

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he decided to take it one step further- cause what else has he got to lose? ‘Will you y/n l/n go on a date with me?’

You bring your arms to his neck, his him close. ‘I’d love nothing more.’ You grinned, pulling him into a long awaited kiss.

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