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oxyvouge · 9 months ago

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: ̗̀➛ wax wings ༊·˚

summary: after the news of Sirius cheating on you broke out to the whole wizarding world, you confronted him about it.

━━ ✦ pairing(s): husband! sirius black x wife! reader

━━ ✦ warning: cheating

━━ ✦ word count: 1,382

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'M BACK but several months late 😭🙏. here's your request, @lilacspider. hope y'all enjoy <333

YOU DIDN'T exactly remember how you got in this position; with your eyes screaming anger, sadness, and regret all in one in front of your husband himself, Sirius Black.

You didn't get it, why would he do this? And you will never get it. What was the reason? Were you not enough? Aren't you both happy? Why did everything lead to this? There were so many questions floating in your head yet you preferred if they were left unanswered.

Tho, you quite vividly remembered how you watched your son going back to his playroom after giving you a letter he found somewhere inside the house. How Marlene drank all the remaining butterbeer, putting it down on the table with a loud clang.

How Marlene also started talking shit about Sirius. "Honestly, Black can fuck Merlin's Beard. He and his bloody dick can't control itself." How Dorcas kicked Marlene after hearing what she said. "What? I'm right tho. If he controlled his dick, Y/N wouldn't even be in this situation now."

Everything could ramble all over your fuzzy mind but you would never forget how you looked into a specific page of the Daily Prophet reading Sirius' name. BLACK'S AFFAIR BRINGS SHAME TO FAMILY LEGACY. It was written on the headline.

You couldn't bring yourself to read the whole article. It was heart-wrenching. What would become of your son if he was to know? That the whole wizarding world knew about his father's affair except for him.

But you couldn't bring yourself to tell him about it so here you are, confronting Sirius about it with angry tears from the all-for-nothing years that were wasted because of a single affair.

Letters burnt but a single is saved yet crumpled in between your tightly closed hands.

"Be careful with that one, love. He may have already left the Black household, but what runs through him will never leave. He will do what it takes to survive." That was what Dorcas said. Was what they all said. But did you believe it?

You heard rumors about him yet never once in your life have you doubted Sirius' faithfulness until now.

"Are you happy now? Do you feel proud of yourself?" You managed to crack out. "You got back at the legacy you've always been talking about. And now you have a broken family. Congratulations." Legacy. Such a word to risk something important for. But was it just something important?

Sirius didn't say anything. Maybe he was too ashamed to even say anything. He should be. Sirius opened his mouth to speak yet he didn't say anything. You noted how his jaw clenched and his eyes darting everywhere all at once refusing to look you back in the eye.

"You think you're so slick, don't you? Slithering around behind my back like some kind of serpent. You should've been with the Slytherins like your whole family. Tell me, Sirius, why did you do it?"

A scoff was the only sound that came from his mouth. Sirius set his eyes on you, courage slowly building up and that lump in his throat disappearing. "You were gone. I was alone and lonely." Was the only thing he said.

It didn't need you a minute or two to put things together. It's his dick. It always has been. "Was she worth it then? Trading our vows for your lack of companionship?"

"This isn't the first time, Y/N." Dorcas took a look at you and held your hand in an assuring way. "You've married an Icarus, he has flown too close to the sun." They must've been laughing at you already. Noting how dumb you could be, especially in the face of love.

"No! She was no one! She begged me." Sirius cried. He never cried like this so hard ever since he left the Black household for the better.

You laughed. It was stupid. Men and their ability to make stupid decisions with their dick. "Because you were alone? Do you even know why you're alone, Sirius? Because you refuse to come home and now you're pulling me that bloody excuse of loneliness like it was my fault when it wasn't!"

"But I still love you, Y/N!" He kneeled, wanting to grab your hand and beg to all of the Gods out there, Merlin, but most importantly, to you.

"No. I refuse to believe that. That became a lie ever since you were entangled with that woman." You felt tears building up in the corner of your eyes but you would never let it fall. Not when he could see and may use for his self-pleasure. "My—Cepheus, our son, was always coming to our bedroom asking when you'd be back." You emphasized. "You know what I always tell him? I tell him, "Daddy will come home, honey, once you're a good and big boy already!" and he must've already memorized it."

"I'm a big boy now, aren't I, mother?" Your 6-year-old son asked as he stood in front of a measuring tape for his height.

You've always been in front of your porch, waiting when Sirius would come home. "When was the last time he came home?" You remembered Lily asking that and how you stayed silent thinking carefully, when did he last come home? But you never knew the answer to that.

"Every time I look at you now, I see nothing but betrayal etched into your face. That must've been the reason why you never come home."

Maybe you should've burned the article moments ago so you didn't have to be in this position. Like how you burnt the letters he gave you. "Did your wax wings melt? Because I would never understand where you got the courage to do that and admit it like it was never your fault."

You turn from him and into the table where the newspaper lies. You turn to snatch it from there and show it to Sirius. You let out a chuckle, "It was ironic, honestly. You've always talked about legacy; legacy this, legacy that." You took a moment to compose yourself yet your eyes never left Sirius'. "Are you that blind Sirius? They aren't your legacy Sirius. Your legacy isn't your family who you turned your back on. Not Hogwarts. Not the Marauders. Not the Wizarding World. Not them but us. We are your legacy."

You've married the brightest star in the sky, he collided with another and everything exploded. "You've left scars on my heart that may never heal, all because you couldn't keep it in your pants."

You regained your posture and said, "By the break of dawn, I want every each one your clothes and things gone from this house."

"Mommy, is everything alright?" You heard a soft voice calling out to you. You turned to look at the door and saw how your son was holding onto the doorknob, peaking with his tired eyes that came from his sleep. Sirius stood up from the floor and turned away from Cepheus. "Dad?"

You passed Sirius and walked straight towards your son. "Baby?" You bent down to look at him and saw how he rubbed his eyes with a yawn. "Come on, let's go to bed. Daddy has things to do and he's in a hurry baby."

"He's always gone." Your son muttered, catching Sirius' attention. You both left the room and closed the door behind you.

"Did you and dad fight, mommy?" You only managed to smile.

Dear Y/N,

You're the person I want to spend my entire life with. You're the match in a world full of moths and it's drawing me to you. I chased you ever since first year and I don't plan on just walking towards you anytime soon. I want to run. Let's run till we can't anymore. I would watch the world burn, let the supernova engulf the Universe, and let everything fall apart in front of us as long as I'm with you.

I love you so much, my love. Words can't explain how much I love you to the Saturn and back. But maybe, I'm certain, every time I look at you, I fell a million times over.

Let's build a family. A new legacy of the Blacks. It'll be for us all; and maybe, just maybe we can show them what being a Black is really like.

With all love,

S. O. B.

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this is the most beautiful thing i've written 🥹🥹

ps. i still hate cheaters.

#dead gay wizards from the 70s #marauders era #sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black angst #fic request #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #lily evans #oxyvouge writes

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axxio-sriracha · 1 year ago

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Angst- Drarry.

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That's it- it's the title.

For people who love to read traumatized Harry!!

And for people who don't.... well? Sorry??

Good luck <333

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Harry stood abruptly from his seat in the Great Hall.

He had managed to make it so far.

He made it through the fucking train ride. He made it through sitting in that same car he met Remus Lupin in. The same car he had met Ron and Hermione and Neville in.

He managed walking through the gates, watching as now everyone around him could see the thestrals only himself and Luna could see just last year.

He managed the sorting, the fact that there was less than twenty first year students total, each looking even more nervous than the last.

He made it through Slytherins not clapping at all, some looking as terrified as the kids who were put into their house.

He made it through the names, oh Merlin the names, the names of families he now recognized, each sending a jolt through him like lightning.

He made it through McGonagall being the one to stand up and give the speech, through her apologetic smile, scanning over the gaps in tables where students no longer sat.

Through the first half hour of conversations.

Through all of the new faces at the staff table.

Through Hermione checking in on him every few minutes.

Through Ron barely touching his food.

He made it.

But then he made the mistake of looking up.

It was an old habit, he had no idea why he even felt the need to do so now. It was a habit he picked up eight years ago, when he constantly felt the need to check whether the Slytherin was doing anything nefarious.

And there he was.

Blond hair unstyled, half hanging in front of his eyes. His face held a large scar across his cheek now, his hands shaking as they brought the goblet to his lips with difficulty. His wand sat in front of him, close by, something Harry needed to do as well.

Harry stood abruptly, shocking his friends out of their quiet reveries.

"I have to go." He mumbled to nobody in particular, stepping over the bench and making his way to the door.

He had made it so far before he snapped.

And of course it would be those haunted gray eyes that would do it for him.

"Potter." A voice called as he practically tore down the corridor, needing to get away from it all.

He froze.

That voice.

Familiar yet so, so different. Resigned but worried, a hint of fear.

Harry turned on the spot,

"Malfoy." He breathed back.

Merlin what had he done. He couldn't handle this conversation. Couldn't handle the look on Malfoy's face, the way his hands lifted up slowly to show he wasn't actively armed.

Harry knew the action meant little, both of their wands lay upright in the pocket of their robes, both prepared to draw it at moments notice, at a flicker of a shadow.

"Are you alright?" Malfoy asked carefully.

"No." Harry replied. He'd given up lying about it a long time ago. He'd been asked a million times. Nobody ever believed him anyways, they could see it, there wasn't a point in pretending.

The honesty shocked Malfoy, he reeled in surprise for a moment before composing himself, "Is there something you need right now? Something I can help you with?"

He'd heard those words a million times too. Yet somehow...

"Yes." Harry whispered, his resolve hanging by a thread.

His quick answers bubbled to the surface. I need to be alone. I'm fine. I'll be alright. No, I just need time.

None of them came out, Harry's shaking breath was the only sound to break into the tense silence.

"Okay." Malfoy continued his slow approach, his hands still out and visible, "What do you need?"

"Out." The word was a quiet plead, tearing through him before he could stop it.

He wasn't sure it made any sense to Malfoy, hell, it barely made since to himself.

Malfoy seemed to understand.

"Come on." He closed the distance and took Harry's hand, disapparating on the spot.

With a whoosh of air and a dizziness Harry wasn't sure he'd ever get used to, he found himself in a large field.

"What-" Harry started, looking around.

"It's a new safety protocol. All of the prefects were given permission to disapparate to this specific field in case of emergency. This is the only place you can do it to and from Hogwarts and it's incredibly secured."

Harry looked around, he noticed the shimmer then, high above them like a force field, protecting the area from people coming in from the outside.

"That's ridiculous they never added this before." Harry thought out loud. A safety evacuation spot only prefects and teachers can reach? It was perfect.

"It was my idea." Malfoy told him quietly, he shrugged, "Kids shouldn't be forced to either fight or wait to die. There should be a safe zone to bring them to in case something like that ever happened again."

"It's brilliant." Harry turned to look at him, realising with an odd flutter that their hands were still clasped tightly together.

He didn't let go.

Neither did Malfoy.

"Do you need to sit down?" He asked. Harry shook his head,

"No, fresh air is enough. Thank you." He whispered.

They stood in odd silence for a while, their hands held tight, their eyes focused on a random point in the distance, careful not to look at each other.

"Do you think they can see us?" Harry asked quietly. He didn't know why, he'd never wanted to talk about it before, always triggered easily by the mention of them. Draco didn't need to ask who,

"Maybe." He replied thoughtfully, looking up to the sky.

If the conversation bothered him he didn't show it. Harry was surprised he was so calm himself.

He told himself it was just the fresh air and not the steadying pressure of their laced fingers.

"I saw them all when I held the resurrection stone. Everyone I'd lost." He cleared his throat, "I know it sounds stupid but it... it seemed so real."

"It could have been real." Malfoy looked at him now, turning his gaze away from the clouds, "I don't know of anybody who's used the stone before and stuck around to talk about it, maybe you really did see them."

Harry looked up too, "Maybe." He muttered.

He wondered what his parents would think of him now, what they would see in the half life he wandered through. He wondered if they'd have still been proud had they watched the lives it took to keep his safe.

He wondered if they met the others, if Fred had told them what Harry had cost the world.

He hadn't realised he started shaking again until he felt a gentle tug at his arm, Malfoy pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close.

He relaxed, the pressure making his heartbeat slow and his thoughts focus in on the moment.

"I'm sorry." Malfoy murmured, "I should have asked first... this is what Pansy does sometimes. It-" He hesitated, "It helps me feel like I won't fall apart. Like she's holding me together in a way."

Harry couldn't speak. He nodded numbly, letting the truth of Malfoy's words wash over him.

Malfoy was holding him together.

He didn't break the way he thought he did when they locked eyes. It was an explosion of a dam. It was release.

It was tension he wasn't allowed to acknowledge, emotions he wasn't allowed to feel. Grief he hadn't had time for and respect he shouldn't give.

Malfoy didn't have that look in his eyes, terrified of him breaking down. Malfoy looked at him like he was waiting for it, expecting it, hoping for it. And he looked like he was sure he would be there to pick him up again.

Malfoy held him together, and suddenly Harry was crying. His heart finally letting go of all the pain it carried around. His tears flowed, his hands clutched at the back of Malfoy's robes, grateful to have something secure to hold on to.

And Malfoy let him. He didn't try to reassure him, he didn't tell him to calm down. He let him cry. He let him grieve and grieve and grieve until he was empty.

And the pain was gone.

"It's gonna be okay." Malfoy told him after he'd been silent for a few minutes, "It took me a while too, to get to the point where I let myself feel. But you'll feel better soon, you just can't hold it in all the time."

Harry nodded, letting his comforting words wash over him. His strong hands and kind voice. Malfoy was there to piece him together as many times as he needed to break.

And, oddly enough, it felt right that it was him.

"Thank you." Harry whispered after the silence had stretched again.

"Don't worry about it. I'm here however many times it takes until you're alive again." He cleared his throat, leaning back a little so they met eyes,

"It's never going to be the same, Potter. That's life, that's war. We'll never be the people that we once were, so don't expect yourself to be. You're allowed to have scars now, you're allowed to be a little broken, but you can't mend anything if you won't acknowledge the cracks are even there. I won't judge you for anything that happened when we were younger, or for anything you needed to do to survive. You're here now, that's what matters." He took a deep breath and nodded, "I'm glad you're here, Potter."

Harry smiled weakly at him. The words felt so nice to hear, comforting in their sureness. It wasn't empty promises and vague advice. It was facts. He was never going to be whole again, but that was okay. He could live with okay.

He could allow himself to break, as long as he knew it was Malfoy going to be there to help him pick up the pieces.

"I'm glad you're here too, Malfoy." He whispered.

And he meant it, more than he'd ever meant anything in his life.

In this meadow, in Draco Malfoy's arms, for the first time in his life, he was at peace.

He was home.

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#harry potter #draco x harry #harry x draco #draco malfoy #drarry #drarry headcanon #drarry hc #drarry things #drarry textpost #angst #so many feelings #sorry not even remotely sorry #love writing traumatized harry #ptsd harry

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mydictionary-yume · 2 months ago

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WAIT HI I WANNA HEAR ABOUT KNIROUN LUSAKU

Rubs my little paws together. You have no IDEA how bad the kniroun lusaku brainworms are, this is prolly the most developed AU next to romijuli hehehe...

LET ME PREFACE THIS WITH THE FACT THAT I KNOW JACK SHIT ABOUT ARTHURIAN MYTH AND LEGEND. THIS IS ENTIRELY COMING OUT OF MY ASS. Okay we good? Good<3

So. Lu's character is named Gardenia, she's been working at Arthur's palace since she was pretty young, and met Mordred through having to serve him on a few occasions. When they were young, they played together when they had time, since she was one of the few people around his age he saw often. Gardenia always found him a bit stiff, but they had fun<3

When they were a bit older, and Mordred had started his swordsmanship lessons, he often taught her after he was finished, and they sparred when they could. Of course, the older he got, the less time they had to spend together, with Gardenia having to pick up more difficult tasks and remain more professional around the royal family, and Mordred working to become more of an attendant to Arthur.

THE PLOT OF KNIROUN IV HAPPENS. Mordred gets possessed, Lancelot and Gawain bring down Merlin, yadda yadda yadda, Mordred is severely injured and is going through a lot of mental strain.

Because of this, he's forced to be bedridden by Arthur's demand, and Gardenia is assigned to care for him while he's unable to attend to his duties. It's really awkward at first, since they haven't directly spoken in years by this point, but she still does her best for him.

I love the idea of Mordred thinking something like She's really gentle, I don't remember her being like this... What happened? and Gardenia something along the lines of, He was stiff, but never like this. What happened?

After a lot of resistance and refusal from Mordred, he allows Gardenia to care for him, and he ends up falling for her first. Soon, he finds himself "accidentally" bumping into her here and there, and asking to see her when she's free.

Gardenia starts to wonder what's going on, but enjoys the chance to catch up.

Eventually Mordred confesses blah blah blah yeag<333 I love the lusaku kniroun au they're everything hehe

#THANK YOU CHEL I LOVE THIS AU I JUST HAVE NEVER HAD THE TIME OR ENERGY TO YAP ABOUT IT #ask games #acting angels #man now I wanna write some snippet fics of this but... colleg...papers...ough

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fluffypotatey · 7 months ago

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Rowan: (i think you have an oc named Rowan, if not another freebie)

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

i think you mean Roland my beloved squire <333

Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

so, quick little trivia about Roland: she joins the Camelot knight’s in training regiment posing as a boy, and this later becomes one of the squires’ many worst kept secrets where everyone of them deny that Roland is a girl to King Arthur’s face. Roland’s weapon of choice is a beloved axe gifted to her by Gwen (before Gwen became queen). and Roland is Merlin official/unofficial squire/magical apprentice, helping him on his adventures s4 and onward

now to the question

gotta say, i have never considered something like this with Roland (tho i have not thought of her or the squires in months smh). i’d say her family life lingers over her since she’s not a noble nor a dude and playing knights with her siblings was one thing but actually leaving her home to become one? that took a lot of risk since there was still uncertainty of being accepted into the training.

there could also be the looming threat of Merlin’s destiny that grows to haunt her as she continues to insert herself as his aid and apprentice. she understands how much weight Merlin means to people with magic the more she is near him. she understands why Merlin will spend days lost in thought, eyes vacant as he himself is haunted by the past and future.

so that’s something

#would be super funny if i did have a Rowan and forgot lmao #asks #ask game #bbc merlin #squires of the round table #SotRT #oc ask game

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magicalmischel · 2 years ago

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mischel!!! <3<3<3

thanks for joining the siken cult game <3

how about prompt 9? you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.

Thanks! <33 But be prepared for pain, fyre 👀 <333

It was more, wasn't it?

Not destiny. Not exactly friendship, or love. It was just more. So much more than that. Like his entire being -- body and soul -- was connected to Arthur.

And it was gone.

Merlin sat on the shore of the lake, Arthur's lifeless body in his arms, his fingers slowly carding through his blonde hair. He was staring at nothing -- eyes unfocused -- as the gentle ripples moved across the water, as every breath he drew was accompanied by dead silence.

Tears stained his face.

Because he'd discovered something he didn't even have a name for -- and it was lying dead in his arms.

#ask #writing game

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mediawhorefics · 2 years ago

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Book ask! 1, 10,19, 20! 💙

book answers <333

book you’ve reread the most times?

excluding the series that shall not be named... i have a few ~comfort reads that i've found myself revisting over the years. the watchmater of filigree street (natash pulley) is one of them. shocker i know, none of you expected this!! i've also read the captive prince series (c.s. pacat) a few times, esp. kings rising the last book. i really don't like diana gabaldon as a person (i think her stance on fanfiction is not only stupid as fuck but also hypocritical considering she stole her male lead from old doctor who episodes and didn't even change his name.) but the first outlander novel remains a favourite of mine in the historical romance department and i've read it many times. the series got lost along the way (at least i lost interest) but the first one is really entertaining! also time travel and scotland, you know i'm there for it. i've read red white & royal blue (casey mcquiston) a bunch. 3 or 4x ? it's got that classic romcom vibe and i deeply connected with the way it approaches grieving someone when you're young/for the first time. i've also read cyrano de bergerac (edmon rostand) a lot. both in the original french and different translations. it's excellent.

10. do you have a guilty fav?

i don't know if i believe in guilty favs tbh! as long as it's not hurting anyone, why should i feel guilty about art that i enjoy? but for the sake of the game/for the sake of argument, i'll try to come up with a list. i guess i read a lot of star wars novels (big nerd over here) and they're very quick adventure-y types with a sprinkle of character study so it's hard to consider them as literature sometimes? so a few of those would be on the list. i really enjoyed the padme trilogy, padawan, master & apprentice, all of claudia gray's sw novels, the rots novelisation, brotherhood etc. there are a few het romances i also love a lot that i suppose i could include here? outlander is the first. but i adore emily henry's writing too which makes me feel pretty basic bitch, but she writes a lot of fun romances with bookish themes and that's like catnip to me. any of the darth vader comics ?? that counts, right? oh! i recently read an arthurian retelling that cast merlin as a queer teenager coming to camelot impersonating her brother and meeting young arthur and kind of falling in love with him. i suppose that had a cringe cover but i had so much fun with it. one of my fav ya i've read recently. it's the other merlin! idk that i'd describe it as a favourite book overall but....

19. most disliked popular books?

i loathe the all for the game series that was popular on tumblr a few years ago? there was nothing compelling about it to me. it wasn't that well written, the characters weren't that compelling, the sport was boring and the romance just didn't have the ooof i needed from it. i truly never understood the hype. i tried reading the kiss quotient (helen huang) which was huge in the romance circles a while back and never finished it. ok this one comes from the depth of my childhood and will not be relatable to many of you but les chevaliers d'emeraude (anne robillard) is SO awfully written it gives me hives. i don't know if it counts but i despise jules verne too. fuck that guy, i know he's ~classic but his writing is so fucking dull. and i haven't read albert camus since high school so my opinion might change if i revisit him, but i remember him making me soooooo angry. i think everything written by cassandra clare is pretty awful. i hate her style. sooooo many people were gushing over boyfriend material (alexis hall) and i hated that. the main character was annoying and immature and simply not charming at all to me. i don't think i laughed even once. i need to laugh in a romcom, come on!! it has a four stars rating on goodreads and i simply do not get it. it was boring and i hated the writing style. and apparently, there's a sequel too ??? talk about the most unnecessary book written ever. sorry to fans of it, it was just no my cup of tea.

20. what are things you look for in a book?

not necessarily all at once but:

a historical setting (i esp. love the first half of the 20th century)

some fantasy elements. it doesn't have to be high fantasy (though i like that too) but a little sprinkle is always fun.

romance !!!!! i love a good pinning, swooning, soft, tender romance!!! (duh) enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, strangers to friends to lovers. it HAS to be a slow burn because instalove turns me off.

i love a good found family/a good friend group!!

time travel is not a must but it's an easy way to seduce me

my main character type is heart of gold/noble intentions/heroic but struggling with anger issues... so a bit of that and i'm sorted.

snarky female characters. (actually just well-written female characters in general, which feels like a very basic ask but we allllll know it's not that easy)

i looooooove a good mystery. not a murder mystery, i'm not super into those. but i love a book that presents us with something to solve (like the shadow of the wind)

i'm not super into unhappy endings (tho. i don't mind them once in a while) but i love melancholic stories and Drama. just something that makes me FEEL.

it has to be atmospheric/it has to transport me.

i love poetic writing/beautiful prose.

also it (almost always) has to be gay. lbr.

book asks

#about me #books #book rec

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ladyvesuvia · 3 years ago

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i live and breathe for ur writing actually aND U DESERVE ALL UR FOLLOWERS AND SM MORE CONGRATS OMG AND 🛣🛣🛣 with ron where its a fluffy flirty fun thing they have but there arent any labels yet and the reader is ginny’s best friend and jealous mione makes an appearance bc☝️☝️☝️

Having a flirty thing with Ron but there aren’t any labels

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THANK U <333 sorry this took long </3

“[Mr/s]. Weasley,” said Ron, tipping an imaginary hat your way as you entered the common room.

You bowed curtly before greeting him with the same tone. “Mr. [Y/L/N].”

It was routine now; probably out of habit, you weren’t quite certain but one may say it resembled the idea of muscle memory.

You took your seat by the couch, your neck aching. “Does anyone here want to go get waffles with me?”

“It’s almost curfew,” said Hermione, not looking up from her book for Ancient Runes, “and it’s Friday tomorrow.”

Ginny was half-asleep when she raised her hand, earning a scowl from Hermione.

“You want me to come with you, wifey?” Ron said, tossing his long scroll aside with a laugh.

You were about to open your mouth when Hermione began silently slamming her book shut before packing her stuff. Ron was standing up to follow you and Ginny when you took Ginny’s hand. “Actually, I think I’ll just go with Ginny.”

“Oh,” said Ron dumbly, taking his seat again, “alright, then.”

As soon as you and Ginny stepped out of the common room, she knocked at your head hard. “Ow! What was that for?”

“No, what was that for?”

“Felt bad.”

“For who? Yourself?” Ginny scowled.

“No, Ginny,” you started as you two took a turn, “for Hermione. I have to stop being so . . . you know.”

“No, I don’t,” said Ginny. “and you’ve been flirting too much for so long it’s unbearable! You should hear him talking about you. We’re talk about the post and he’s all, ‘You know, [Y/N]’s thinking about getting an owl.’ We talk about future careers and he’s all, ‘Oh, yeah, [Y/N] is actually considering being a professor here.’ We learned more about you from him than we did from you for the past years. Just — Merlin — snog him already!”

“Ginny!” you exclaimed. As soon as you calmed down, you cleared your throat, the imagine of Ron talking about you fondly popping into your mind. “Does he really?”

“Does he really?” said Ginny in a mocking voice before walking ahead of you, leaving you alone in your thoughts of possibly becoming something with Ron. You could’ve heard she was muttering, “And they’re taking each other’s names. . .”

You shook your head. “Ginny, wait for me!”

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donttouchtheneednoggle · 3 years ago

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I literally love the idea of Elyan adopting the Druid ghost boy it’s just 🥺🥺🥺 it’s so lovely

Do you have any headcanons about it/ about their relationship/ things they get up to together that you can share without spoiling the story if you’re still writing it 🥰 (I’d love to hear them but don’t worry if you’re saving them for the fic 😊💕)

LOSIGN my mind there is so much i want to do with this and i've barely written any of it down but tysmmm for this ask <333

so i recently realised i could set the fic after In the moment we're lost and found so that's happening :D

everything that happened in 4x10 is the same except gwen's already queen and lancelot's still alive cos ain't nobody got time for that shit

the boy is found in the woods by a patrol like the day after freezing cold soaking wet and absolutely terrified

elyan's the only one he lets near him and to start with he lives in the next door room to him in the knight's corridor and has nightmares like every night

after a few nights of this they move into the smith's old house in the lower town that gwen's just left so the boy's not literally surrounded by the source of his trauma

the boy's still pretty terrified and el's pretty eehhhh about the knights and everything now anyway so lowkey quits and starts working part time at the forge bc the people they gave it to have just had a baby so it works out well

the boy is scared of the dark, water, silence and cold so the forge despite not being the most child friendly place you can think of is actually really good for him :D

poor elyan's going through a very confusing time bc he went through this trauma that's completely turned his view of arthur and the knights and literally everything upside down he and percival literally just confessed their feelings and kissed, he's barely thought about ever being a parent and KAZOINK suddenly he's got this kid who is dependent on him he's up every night with him he's worrying about how he can ever be as good a father as tom was even when he had to work so much of the time and elyan can afford not to do that but what if he lets the kid down anyway like he lets everyone down-

thankfully he has gwen and percival to help him as the boy starts to trust them too and el doesn't have to do this alone :')

gwen teaches the boy knitting and brings him cakes and she's the second person he becomes comfortable around

el's like to percy ik we weren't expecting this and you didn’t sign up for this and its ok if you don't want to be with me- and percy's like wellll you didn't sign up for this either maybe let's just see what happens?

percival's mother was a druid so he's familiar with some of their traditions and stuff some of which the boy remembers so that helps a bit and he's so gentle and def had younger sibs and even though the boy doesn't trust him to start with he does grow to

it doesn't happen officially in the fic but yeah later on percy adopts the boy too :D

the boy still gets overwhelmed when there's a lot of people and different noises so gwen makes him a matching hoodie thing to el to help block out some of the sound :D

he really likes hugs but only from elyan and even when he starts to make happy memories and isn't so frightened he doesn't really talk or smile much but no one ever bugs him about it <3

he doesn't remember very much of his life before and doesn't even remember his own name which is so sad but elyan tells him he can pick a new one for himself like el did himself and after elyan tells him about his dad he settles on thomas <3

i do have another fic set like four years later even tho the timelines are a bit shaky that's much more likely to get finished and is basically just pure fluff, magic's been legalised over the course of the last fic, elyan and percy are married and thomas has a little sister, percy's left the knights too and is the physician's (merlin's) assistant, and things are just wonderful 🥰

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thegeminisage · 2 years ago

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2, 6, and 10 for how arthur got his groove back?

HIII thank you <333 ok, how arthur got his groove back:

2: What scene did you first put down?

well, i write in order, but the first scene that hit me was actually in chapter 4, whether arthur is on fire and nearly burns down camelot as a result. actually, the title of that chapter, “the burning prince,” was the working title of the fic for a little while. i liked the one i ended up with better, but i also liked that one too much not to use it, so for that reason i decided to give ALL the chapters names so it could still be in the story in some way <3

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

HMMM well do the circumstances of writing it count...i was Going Thru It prior to/around the time i watched merlin and sort of lost the ability to care about writing anything whatsoever (leading to the single unfinished work on my ao3. GOD) and then i was like, well i simply must write a merlin fic and i did and i got to exorcise a lot of that bullshit. hence the title bc i also got my groove back <3 so it will always be very special to me for that reason!

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

what, making it pre-slash instead of slash? i just didn’t think there was room for romance AND the rest of it. i see now a few places where i might’ve squeezed it in, but i wouldn’t have done it JUSTICE, and this fic was the sort to end with a lot of potential storylines that hadn’t quite concluded. i talked more about it here in the notes i made for a sequel that i’ll never write, but it just felt like it would’ve required another 50k at least and enough is enough. i had a specific goal in mind for the plot and a romance subplot would’ve gotten in the way. i can confirm they DEFINITELY get together eventually though

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harrypotterbrainworms · 4 years ago

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A Very Weasley Winter

Summary: (request): ask and u shall receive!! reader (who is in a relationship with George) is spending the summer/winter holidays at the burrow and molly absolutely in love with them <333

Pairing: George Weasley x Male Reader

Key: (Y/N)-your name, (H/C)- hair colour

Word Count: 1125

The snow fell quietly as the group of teens waited for Arthur and Molly Weasley to pick them up at the station.

“Cuddle me, (Y/N). It’s so cold” George pouted while rubbing his gloved hands together outside of the station, his breath visible in the afternoon air.

“You’re a child, you know that.” (Y/N) sighed, pulling an extra scarf out of his bag and wrapping it around his boyfriend’s neck pulling him in for a kiss.

“Pretty please” He pleaded harder, making himself shiver while holding his arms together, trying

“Fine” He said, defeated by George. The taller redhead turned (Y/N) around wrapped his hands around his waist, snaking them under his shirt. (Y/N) yelped as he felt the cold nip at his stomach.

“You’re so warm” He cooed into (Y/N)’s neck as he nuzzled into place, only sending down his boyfriend’s spine when his voice vibrated low in his chest.

“And you’re so annoying.” He huffed out, crossing his arms as scanned the station for any sign of other redheads.

They waited a few more minutes before seeing an unfamiliar car occupied by a pair of familiar faces. They all waved to the car ready to stuff all 5 trunks into the boot of the car, but quickly quieted down when they heard an argument in the works.

“Another car? Another car?! Arthur, have you not learned your lesson yet?! Are you draft?!” Molly Wesley jumped down her husband’s throat, though it seemed like she didn’t completely mind seeing as she was in the car.

“Please dear, I promise it’s not enchanted this time.” He replied apologetically, (Y/N) was reminded of when dear little Ronikins borrowed the old car crashing it into the weeping willow and almost wiping out a chuck of the school. (Y/N) hadn’t found it very funny, but the twins, Merlin, they were laughing for weeks.

“That’s exactly what you said last time and what did i find out?! It was enchanted.”

The small minivan was quickly silenced when Molly saw her children and (Y/N). Molly Weasley immediately waddled to her daughter giving her then the 3 boys hugs.

“We’re been worried sick!” The worried mother pinched and kissed her children’s faces before immediately turning to the twins. Their faces immediately looked to the ground in shame while their mother glared daggers into their heads.

“You two. If I hear about one more dangerous or ridiculous prank that you pulled, you will never I mean NEVER see the light of day.” She poked each of them harshly in the chest, squinting her eyes. Her motherly urge to scold them further was softened by the look of guilt on their faces.

“Yes, mum. Sorry, mum” The twins looked up at their terrifying mother who immediately softened up, giving them each a pinch and a kiss.

“(Y/N)! Dear! You're as handsome as I thought you would be, let me take a lot at your face” Molly immediately brightened up when George moved out the way to reveal a very red faced (H/C) boy behind him. The cold air not painting his face nearly enough as the bright smile on Molly’s face.

“Thanks, Mrs. Weasley” He said shyly, trying to hide his embarrassment as she hugged him tightly.

“Just call me mum, dear. Has George been treating you right, if he ever gives you trou-“ Molly immediately went on a tangent, gesturing for his boyfriend to load (Y/N)’s trunk into the car.

“It’s alright, Mrs. Weasley. He’s as sweet as ever” He laughed, throwing a small smirk to George who just glowed 10 more shades of red.

“Shut up.” George spat out sheepishly, earning another dagger to the back of his head which shot shivers up his spine.

“Scary.” The twins said in unison while helping Ginny with her trunk, the only one left was Percy’s which sat an inch above the ground while he struggled to haul it into the large minivan boot.

“Of course dear, I don’t doubt it. Come ride with me in the front, won’t you?” Molly laughed and opened the front door of the minivan, pushing (Y/N) in without another thought. Not having a choice whether or he would, but he didn’t mind.

“I’d be delighted to” He smiled, sliding himself into the middle seat next to Mr. Weasley who gave him a sheepish smile as (Y/N) turned back to help Molly into her seat.

“See, boys. This is manners. What a respectful young man” She hummed in satisfaction as she looked at the backseat, making sure everyone was strapped in and ready.

After a long car round of asking every question possible in a relationship, George managed to steal (Y/N) from his mother to his room. They dropped their heavy trunk into the twins’ bedroom and immediately collapsed onto George’s bed with a thud and a sigh.

“Wow” (Y/N) huffed out with an arched stretch of his back, the stairs upon stairs really wearing him out.

“Yeah- uh- sorry. Mum’s a lot.” His boyfriend exclaimed quite nervously, to his disappointment the first mother-boyfriend interaction turned out exactly as he predicted.

“I love her!” The tired boy smiled widely at George, who looked rather surprised. This was the furthest he’d ever gotten with a relationship, being less committed than a life sentence.

“She’s so sweet, my brain can’t comprehend how nice she is” He beamed as he collapsed next to George, snuggling into his frame.

“Really?” George subconsciously wrapping his arms around (Y/N)’s body, starting to play lightly with his hair.

“Of course” He yawned out, stretching out his limbs before turning to face George. His boyfriend put two hands on his face planting a kiss on (Y/N)’s forehead which left him smiling even wider than before. His face glowing with cold winter light and happiness.

“Of course, haha. You really don’t cease to surprise me, I swear to Merlin” He planted an extra kiss on his forehead as he nuzzled face into (Y/N)’s chest listening to a short inhale as (Y/N) was about to talk.

“She told me about her baking and- of course- I’ve always wanted to know how to bake since you love biscuits so much oh and she said if I wanted to I could come over next holiday too-“ He rambled on while George sighed in relief and ecstasy just grabbing him to cuddle.

They sat there together looking through the window while the snow fell once again while they each took turns changing the subject sporadically to whatever came to mind first. Molly peered through the door every now and then to hear how happy her son was just listening for once…

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mojjisxng · 3 years ago

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when reality blows up in your face (literally)

chapter 1- ‘that damned potion’

member- heeseung

word count- 1.1k

warnings- none

a/n- I’VE FINALLY WRITTEN IT AFTER A MASSIVE BREAK FROM WRITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but it’s not very long and probably horribly written. this is my first scenario in my fairytale au ‘series’; i’m very excited for this. the first scenarios for each member will be setting up their character and their situation, and later scenarios will get into their actual journeys. well i hope so anyways ahaha. so anyways, i hope at least one person enjoys this <333

in which heeseung is an apprentice at Wendlyn’s apothecary; he’s good at everything, well almost everything. he just can’t seem to perfect one particular potion, which leads him on a journey to discover his true abilities...

KABOOM!! electric blue explosions seemed to pause the dreary weather for half a second, before the granite clouds continued their miserable performance, as pitiful rain came back into view. at the back of the quaint apothecary, a frustrated and slightly singed heeseung sighed in defeat, as he loosely held the remnants (literally one shard of glass) of a conical flask in between his thumb and forefinger which was dripping in blood. it had failed again; another one of heeseung’s attempts at making that damned reality shifting potion, which was meant to be a swirling bright blue liquid, usually allowing people to teleport to different realities when ingested. in heeseung’s case, the potion merely exploded, shaking every shop on the main street. every. single. time. the poor boy was sick and tired of his failure, yet hope still managed to bloom in his chest that he may succeed even after countless attempts. after all, the explosion was the right colour this time, much to heeseung’s bewilderment. however, as quickly as the feeling of joy flashed into his heart, it was swept away just as fast, by the remembrance that he had to clean the entire shop as well as the insane amount of mess he had created.

eventually, an exhausted heeseung gave the swinging sign above the doorway, which read ‘the hidden universe apothecary: helping with your aches and ailments since 1346’, one last lick of paint, before he could clock off for the day without a scolding from his younger yet surprisingly professional boss. the young apprentice snatched up is bag and tattered cloak, locked up the apothecary and set off trudging to pay for the light damages to baker’s across the street, which had been hit by the colossal explosion just a couple of hours earlier. after the awkward yet fairly friendly exchange with the kind baker boy, heeseung traipsed back to the cramped two-bedroom house he shared with his mother, who sold woven goods from their home.

as soon as the lanky boy stepped a foot onto the flagstone of the dimly lit living room, his mother looked up at him over the brim of her rounded spectacles and chided with a slight eye roll, that heeseung did indeed see, “i’m guessing by the smell of burning emitting from you and the ash all over your face, that you failed that potion yet again.”

“it was the correct colour this time though,” heeseung retorted, turning his nose up, “a blinding electric blue in fact.”

“well at least there’s been some improvement to your efforts, but what would your grandfather say if he saw you struggling so much to perfect the reality shifting potion that he mastered at the age of twelve. then again, it’s his absence that has meant you have gone without proper training for so many years.”

“if he would be that disappointed, it’s a good thing he’s been buried for god knows how many years then isn’t it?” heeseung snapped, as his mother gave him a disapproving scowl. she knew how hard it was for her son to try to live up to the name of the great merlin, his grandfather; and it irritated her as much as heeseung, that he could not grasp the manufacturing of the ancient potion. “i’m sorry to nag all of the time my son, but you’re an absolute ace at everything you’ve ever set your heart on doing, so it hurts me to see you struggle so much,” she exclaims apologetically. at hearing his mother’s sweet words, heeseung approaches his mother and bends down to engulf her into a tight hug, just like he did when he was a child. “i’m sorry mother, i guess all of the added pressure has got to me, but i’m going to succeed. i’ll try with all of my might. in fact, i’ve been planning to seek out some of my grandfather’s friends, both students and teachers of his, in order to improve my magic skills. if you would let me of course.” the middle-aged woman in front of him blinked, trying to process what her son had proposed, but after a minute she spoke up again, “of course you can go sweetheart, but you have to be careful, there’s a lot of evil out there, just as much as there is goodness. so if you’re setting off on this important yet dangerous journey, you will have to keep this around your neck at all times.” heeseung’s mother then produced a gleaming chunk of black jade threaded through a thin silver chain. ‘ahhhh…black jade…it helps to protect me from evil and negativity on new adventures,’ heeseung thought, as his mother roughly shoves it over his head, in turn, tousling his brown locks.

about an hour and many shed tears later, heeseung waves goodbye to his mother from the end of the garden path up to his house, promising her that he will keep safe and eat regular meals. his first stop however, is to slip a note into the apothecary to notify his boss of his plans, hoping, actually more like praying, that his boss understands, even though deep down, he knows his boss is too kind to scold him and will appreciate the apprentice’s efforts further down the line.

with that job over with, heeseung weaves his way through the streets, swinging his battered old suitcase to the beat of the wind, withhis head held high. “i’ll show everyone that i’m no dithering fool. i can master this potion and so much more. i can do this. just be confident, just be confident, JUST BE CONFIDENT,” he muttered to himself, yet the slightly crazed mantra actually rose to a yell, earning him some confused stares by some concerned villagers. gradually, he reached the entrance to the great enchanted woods which stretched out for kilometres, covering the ground with gigantic looming trees, shrouding the nearby city from both the wonders and horrors held inside. upon peering through the bars of the intricate golden gate that guarded the pitch black woods, heeseung couldn’t help but to feel a strange concoction of fear and wonder creep up into his chest, making him smile at the new adventure ahead of him.

whether the grin painted across his face was genuine or just there to mask his growing terror, he did not know, but he was sure he would be finding out soon enough.

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jaanii · 3 years ago

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n and u? :)

n: name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

i don’t think i have a main fandom anymore but uhh three things i wish i saw more in every piece of media i enjoy is brown eyes on people of colour because it’s so common to have a mixed character or a person of colour and give them blue or green eyes let them have brown eyes !! um number two is cis men with long hair because yeah and number three poly relationships cause they exist irl ! and they deserve to exist in media !!!

u: three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they're your favorites

HOW DO I CHOOSE THREE DIFFERENT FANDOMS okay we’ll do atla merlin (</3) and ofmd my fave characters are sokka, arthur, and frenchie <333

sokka is my fave for obvious reasons i mean everyone that follows me should know yknow but it’s about teenage boy that is an eldest daughter who was forced to grow up so quickly and become a warrior and take after everyone what a tragic character i love him and he still manages to bring a smile to like everyone’s faces everybody loves him so so much oughhh

arthur pendragon i mean his last name is the same as howl’s from hmc how can i not love him but anyways like he’s such a jerk i think i love characters that are jerks he is amazing and caring and gets attached so easily and is very similar to zuko but like he was also forced to grow up too fast and also forced to become a warrior so young (i’ve been trained to kill since birth…) because of his father’s expectations and the expectations placed on him because he’s the sole heir of a kingdom and a prince who’s body isn’t even his own it’s like he’s been put in a machine and forced to do what he’s told and what his father thinks is right and i love him so much because when he meets a loser who is mean to him he falls in love cause this is the first time anyone has ever spoken truthfully to him and put him in his place and he understands that and takes it to heart but not in a bad way !! also a terribly tragic character

frenchie my goddd we get so little information about him but he’s this adorable funky little bard who is bad at sewing but still likes to sew and he’s so adorable also i can sense that he’s another tragic character who was ALSO forced to grow up faster because he was a servant for years working with different bitchy rich people and still manages to be lovely and sweet and call people dear and babe and I LOVE HIM

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ickle-ronniekins · 5 years ago

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just friends

request from anon: I desperately need a fake dating trope with our fav Georgie boy with a cutie Gryffindor girl <333 pls?!

word count: 6.7k holy hell mates

A/N: WAIT OMG i’m obsessed with fake dating trope stories—they’re so cute! and i’ve never written any before! i don’t think, at least lmao. thank you for blessing me with this request, am so excited, also sorry i got a tad carried away

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“Quick! Hide me!”

George Weasley normally doesn’t mind the fame, if you will, that comes with being part of the most well-known duo Hogwarts has ever seen.

In fact, he welcomes the attention. Maybe not as much as Fred, but he welcomes it, nonetheless.

That is, until a boisterous Ravenclaw is doing everything in her power to grab his attention. How many times can he possibly tell her, in the nicest way possible, that he doesn’t fancy her?

Maybe being nice, Fred explains to him, isn’t the way to go. He doesn’t need to be rude, but he needs to be aggressive—or, blatantly obvious in a way that she won’t be able to ignore. Why can he not seem to shake this girl? She’s undeniably obsessed, Ron laughs one day, as George does his best to push his headache away, his eyes tired from constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure that feisty Ravenclaw is nowhere to be found. He was finding it harder than usual to concentrate in classes—and not in a good way.

George is used to the teasing by now—from his brothers, from Ginny, from Harry, from you—the friendly, fellow Gryffindor prankster—giving Fred and George a run for their money.

He ducks closer to you when he spots her peering, and you nearly choke on your soup during the feast, as the Ravenclaw twirls her hair, watching George with what can only be described as googly eyes.

“Oh dear,” you begin sarcastically, elbowing George next to you, “someone’s in rare form tonight.”

“Ha-ha,” he replies sarcastically as he shifts in his seat uncomfortably, doing his best to block her out by adjusting himself so that Ron’s head covers her face. She notices this, and schooches over in her seat, until George is in her line of view again.

“Merlin’s beard,” he says through gritted teeth, looking down at his food, “I laugh at one of her jokes one time and she can’t seem to let it go.”

“These girls are crazy,” Ron says as he sips on his pumpkin juice, only to receive death glares from you, Hermione, and Ginny. “I—I mean, just that girl—not all women—” he uncomfortably clears his throat and smiles, the tips of his ears turning a bright shade of scarlet.

“Have you tried landing yourself in detention more often than not?” Seamus Finnegan pipes up, “in me own experiences, girls don’t fancy a lad who’s always getting scolded,”

George shakes his head. “The more outrageous the prank, the more brutal the scolding, the more obsessed she becomes,” he tells you all begrudgingly, “I can’t bloody take it anymore.”

As the feast ends, George’s admirer stands up, eyeing him curiously, ready to make her move, yet again—but he finds himself scurrying out of the Great Hall as fast as possible—he’s flying up the staircase and it doesn’t even register with him that he’s not breathing until he enters the common room and lets out a huge sigh of relief. Only narrowly escaped that Ravenclaw, he did. He’s resting in an armchair as the rest of you wander inside a few minutes later, laughing at the flustered sight of him.

George doesn’t know what he’s going to do to get this girl off of his back. It seems as though he’s tried everything.

Unless?

A solution pops into his head very late at night whilst laying in bed, staring up at the curtains of his four poster in the darkness. He jumps up, checks his watch, and groans when he sees the time. In the bed next to his, Fred is sprawled out over his bedsheets, snoring quite loudly as if to say, I’m having a lovely sleep, thank you! George sucks in a breath and lays back down—his mind now swimming with ideas, his smile cheeky, his eyes widened. If this doesn’t give her the hint that he’s not interested, he doesn’t know what will.

It’ll just have to wait until morning, he supposes.

— -

“Y/N!”

You jump a little, not expecting to hear your name yelled across the Great Hall so very early in the morning. George spots you from the entrance, and after making sure there are no other unwanted guests around, he calls out to you and rushes toward the table.

“Hi, George,” you begin, smirking a bit, “you’re up early for someone who has a free period.”

“Needed to catch you before your Herbology lesson,” he places himself across from you and pours himself a bit of coffee—it’s aware to you now that he still needs a little bit of a pick me up. “I need your help.”

“Ah,” you reply and clap your hands together. “The time was quickly approaching—I’m in need of a good prank, you know! It’s been a bit since I’ve gotten involved in a bit of mischief, classes have been so bloody draining lately—so what were you thinking?”

George laughs at this. He does admire your sense of adventure and your equal love of pranking, but no. That isn’t what this is about. He sucks in a breath as he shakes his head, eyeing your curious look before opening his mouth again.

“I think I’ve figured out a way to get… you know who,” he eyes the Ravenclaw table suspiciously, “off of my back.”

You gasp audibly, bringing a hand to cover your mouth as your eyes widen. “Blimey, Georgie—you know who? Why didn’t you tell me that Volde—”

George nearly spits out his coffee due to a snort. Thank goodness he doesn’t. “Ha-ha, anyone ever tell you you’re absolutely hilarious?” He sinks into his seat and rubs his hands over his eyes, as if to brush away tears from laughing too hard. He then continues, after a bit of a laughing fit, “She just needs a push in a different direction, is all.”

You furrow your brow in confusion and bite into a piece of bacon. “And you need my help for that?”

“Precisely,” George tells you, scooping some eggs onto his plate. “Just hear me out.”

“That’s not a great way to start things out, you know.”

He scoffs and then grins cheekily at you. Then, he says, “You need to pretend to go out with me.”

You nearly choke on your piece of toast. “I beg your pardon?” you ask, completely stunned by his request. As you begin to laugh, George feels his insides tighten, and he wants to say, What the bloody hell is the big deal? but instead, he waits, and ends up laughing too.

“Oh, George,” you say after regaining your composure, spreading some more butter onto your toast, “you’re a riot, you are.”

When he doesn’t answer, but instead licks his lips impatiently and takes another sip of coffee and peers at you, as if waiting for your answer, you freeze.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“You’re bloody right I am.”

“So you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend so she’ll end up stalking me too?”

The two of you erupt into a fit of laughter. Then he peers solemnly at you with wide eyes, as if to beg. “Pleaaaase, Y/N?”

You eye him suspiciously. “What’s in it for me?”

He scoffs again. “Extra time spent with me,” a loud crunch comes from his mouth when he bites into his piece of toast, and he winks. “I know you can’t get enough.”

You snort. “Don’t flatter yourself, Weasley.”

He picks up his cup of coffee, holds it up across the table to you and asks before you have time to think things through, “We have a deal?”

You roll your eyes at this gesture, but he’s patiently waiting for you to agree. What will this mean, exactly—pretending to date one another? You’re about to ask him, but it’s almost as if you know—it won’t last long. Soon she’ll get the hint, and the shenanigans can end. You go against your better judgement, acting on the very fearlessness that landed you in Gryffindor house to begin with, pick up your cup of tea and clink it with his. Feeling very pleased with himself, he leans back in his chair and grins cheekily, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You narrow your eyes and say, “Fine—but only because you’ve asked so nicely.”

Just then, you both notice a giggling gaggle of Ravenclaws enter the Great Hall, and George is already feeling his insides begin to swirl nervously. He’s doing things before he can even fully register what’s going on—

He leans across the table and takes a chunk out of the piece of bacon you’re currently also biting into, his face just inches from yours. You nearly choke on it due to surprise of how close he is to you, and he can’t help but begin to laugh, yet again. Always laughing with you, he is. “Erm—excuse me! Eat your own breakfast, you git!”

Just then, you notice her eyes flicker back and forth very quickly between the two of you, before she slowly passes you both by on her way to the Ravenclaw table, careful to listen to whatever the two of you are speaking about.

George can hardly contain his nerves, but figures he might as well get started on this fake dating thing. The sooner she leaves him alone, the better off he’ll be, “Love it when you talk sweetly to me, darling.”

— -

“You two’re out of your bloody mind.”

Fred does not hold back his laughter later that evening when George divulges your plans. The unmistakable sound of Ron snorting bounces off of the walls in the common room, and he turns red in the face.

“You two? You two?”

“What?” you and George chorus together. George continues explaining to the younger redhead across from him, “It’s perfect—we’re best mates already, and we’re all in a bunch of the same classes together—maybe this will finally give her the hint,”

“It’s not going to work.” Ron replies, looking rather amused. He shoots you a look.

“Well, can’t make any promises, of course,” you tell the lot, “but I reckon we put in the work, it’s bound to fix the problem eventually.”

Ron, Harry and Fred continue to roar with laughter in the common room. “She will never fall for that!”

“Why not?” George asks a bit angrily. He’s nervous now—if this plan doesn’t work, he doesn’t know what the bloody hell he’s going to do. Transfer to a school on the moon, at this point.

“Because,” Ron starts, holding back a snort, “Y/N’s Y/N and you’re—you.”

You and George glance at one another, and then back at Ron. The common room is now buzzing with chatter and gossip and it’s becoming hard for everyone to focus on the conversation. “Meaning?”

“I dunno,” Harry pipes up. “You guys just don’t really look like you’d be a couple.”

“Exactly,” Fred agrees, “you’re too—close. Friendly. You’re just.. friends,” he leans back casually in his chair with his hands behind his head, “it wouldn’t work. But, by all means—” he puts his hands up in surrender, chuckling before he continues, “—go for it and embarrass yourselves. I’m in a good need of a laugh.”

— -

Charms is, by far, George’s favorite class at Hogwarts. If he could take that and only that, he reckons he would. But with Little Miss Obsessed on the other end of the corridor, watching him as if her life depends on it, he can’t help but count down the seconds until the lesson is over—or, at least, the seconds until you get here.

You walk up next to him, finally, with Fred on his other side. “Morning, you two,” you tell them through a yawn. Your few cups of tea haven’t seemed to help your exhaustion from the night before—multiple games of exploding snap and copious amounts of butterbeer until the late hours of the evening did not do you good. You lean against the wall and close your eyes. “Are we awake yet?”

“Morning, Y/N!” Fred says brightly, patting you on the shoulder, waiting for Professor Flitwick to arrive and open the door to the classroom.

“Merlin, Fred, it is far too early to be this bloody excited about anything.”

Next to you, George laughs sleepily and nudges you with his elbow.

“Oh,” Fred replies. You can hear the smirk and mischief in his voice, even with your eyes half closed, “I just thought you’d be more excited to see your boyfriend this morning.”

This certainly wakes you up. You jump slightly and peer at George, who’s rather alert now, as well. You’d almost forgotten. Nearing closer to the classroom entrance, you eye the Ravenclaw, who’s watching you both very suspiciously and whispering to her cronies around her. Before any of you can register what’s happening, you lean over and place a kiss onto George’s cheek.

Fred stifles a laugh, Flitwick is opening the classroom door, the Ravenclaw is fuming, but all George can focus on is what just happened. Through gritted teeth and a very cheeky smile he’s trying his hardest to suppress, he asks you, “What the bloody hell was that?”

“Just abiding by the rules of your request,” you whisper back, grinning at him. “If she’s going to think we’re a couple, we better act like it, haven’t we?”

George hadn’t really thought about this—embracing you, kissing you, holding your hand. If he was being honest, he didn’t think about it because everyone had already mistakenly taken you two for a couple just a few months prior, when all you two had been doing is exactly what you’d done all along—be friends. He kind of just assumed the same thing would happen.

“Right,” he says, the heat of the fleeting moment dying down. “Yeah, of course.”

The three of you waltz into the classroom and take your seats near the middle, with the Ravenclaw sitting a few rows ahead, trying her hardest to peer stealthily over her shoulder at the two of you. It seems as though she’s definitely noticed something.

Flitwick begins the lesson and you lazily lean your head against George’s shoulder, sticking the back end of your quill in your mouth and listening as Flitwick tells you the desired page to turn to in your textbooks. Teasingly, George asks, “What am I—your pillow now?”

You turn to peer up at him. In a low voice you tell him, “If I’m going to be your fake girlfriend, you’re going to let me lean on you when I’m sleepy. Deal?”

You turn your focus back toward the front of the class and George can’t help but smile at you, shaking his head in admiration. He slings an arm around you and props himself into a more comfortable position.

“Okay, then. Deal.”

— -

George is now finding it incredibly easy to pretend to be your “boyfriend”. The hand holding, constant embracing, and laughing into oblivion seems to come naturally—it doesn’t even feel strange to him, and he’s amused to see that you’re taking it the same way. Probably because you got on so well with one another before all of these shenanigans started. Right?

While his admirer’s persistence has seemed to die down a bit, she still winds up watching and cornering him in corridors from time to time—but it’s easier with you arm in arm with him. She doesn’t linger too long, or continue to flirt obnoxiously with him. It seems as though your plan is working. Now, if only she can find a significant other of her own to pay attention too—

You’re sitting in Transfiguration, working on the bird conjuring charm you’d been dying to perfect in your free time whilst McGonagall steps outside for a moment to meet with Professor Sprout, and you’re doing your best to ignore the glares from the other end of the classroom.

“How d’you reckon the plan is working out?” Fred asks you both.

“Well, she’s certainly not as persistent,” George tells his twin in a low voice, eyeing the Ravenclaw stealthily across the classroom, “but I’m not sure she’s entirely convinced.”

You break your focus on the charm and turn toward the twins. “Reckon she will soon.”

“Yeah?” they chorus together.

“Yeah,” you reply, picking up your wand, not giving them any further information.

Fred crosses his arms and looks at you quizzically. When you neglect to continue, he asks with a twinge of sarcasm to his voice, “And how, may I ask, do you know this?”

You stifle a laugh and practice your flourishing movements without conjuring the charm. “—‘cause.. she’s just got to, hasn’t she? I’m telling you—we keep this up for a bit longer, and she’ll forget all about you. Mark my words.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“Avis,”

A puff of smoke emits from your wand, along with a loud blasting sound, and then a flock of birds twitters in front of you and you stand up straighter in front of your desk, feeling extremely pleased with yourself.

“Bloody hell,” Fred and George say together, peering admiringly at the flock of birds you’d managed to conjure. George continues, “That is N.E.W.T Level stuff you’re doing, Y/N!” He picks you up and spins you around, your hair flying into your eyes. You’re weightless to him. When he places you back down gingerly on your feet, he brushes the hair gently out of your face and says, “You’re brilliant, you are.”

Breathlessly, you answer him, “Thanks,”

His hand is still in your hair, his fingers delicately brushing your cheek. George can suddenly feel his insides tighten and his face go rosy—but why?

The entire world seems to stop around you both. It’s as if nobody else exists.

Thankfully, though, when both of you snap back to reality at the sound of McGonagall re-entering the classroom, you both see that nobody else has seemed to notice your small intimate moment.

You pull nervously at the edges of your sleeves and take your seat again next to George, who is running a hand through his hair. When he turns to look at Fred, who must’ve noticed this small exchange, George is relieved to see that there’s no cocky or amused expression on his face—he’s merely pouting due to the continuation of the Transfiguration lesson.

— -

The weather is surprisingly warm for a winter day. George is seated up against a tree near the water’s edge, fiddling with something in his hands—an invention, no doubt—when you plop down next to him with a slight groan.

“Long day?”

“Why in the hell did I decide to take Double Herbology?” you whine, letting your bag sink into the ground next to you. You place your head into your hands, grinding your knuckles into your temples to rid yourself of your headache. You elbow him slightly, “How come you didn’t stop me?”

George laughs, looking back down at this knick knack in his hands yet again. “You were pretty adamant about taking doubles,” he recalls, thinking back to when you’d originally picked these few classes, “don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, well,” you begin, breathing in the smell of the sweet air, picking at the grass in between your fingers, “I suppose it was sort of a silly decision, wasn’t it? I’m bloody exhausted.”

Up near the castle, Ron spots you two and is about to run down to join you both, when Fred tugs on his robes and holds him back, nearly choking him. “Oi!” he exclaims, turning back toward his older brother. “What the bloody hell was that for?”

“Before we all head down there to join the lovebirds,” Fred begins, grinning cheekily at Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, “I’d like to pick your brains.”

“About what?” Ginny and Hermione ask together.

“Well, precisely what I’ve just said,” Fred tells them, leaning against the entrance of the castle, his bag slung over his shoulder. “The lovebirds.”

Ron and Harry glance at Fred quizzically. “What about them?”

“I’m starting to believe this whole fake dating nonsense isn’t really fake at all.”

Harry laughs at the site of Ron’s agape mouth, when Ginny just shakes her head at her older brother. “You’re off your rocker, Fred. No way they’re really together. They would’ve told us, no?”

Fred crosses his arms. “I’m not so sure of that.”

Harry asks him, “How d’you reckon?”

“I was watching them in Transfiguration the other day,” Fred begins to tell them, watching to make sure the two of you are still out of earshot. “We were all chatting whilst McGonagall needed to step out, Y/N was doing some really advanced type of magic—N.E.W.T Level,”

Still, Ron’s jaw is dropped. He’s seemingly impressed. “Blimey—really?”

“Not the point of the story, Ronniekins.”

Ron turns a bright shade of pink and goes very silent at everyone’s slight snickers. Fred continues, “Anyway—we were all talking about how this plan of theirs was unfolding—to be honest with you, I haven’t seen much of that Ravenclaw around, but George swears she’s still pining over him. So, Y/N does this really advanced charm and George nearly topples over, picks her up and spins her around—you know,” he turns toward his brother and sister, “like those scenes in those silly Muggle movies mum watches. Then, everything went really quiet between the two of them, and they were just—looking at one another, for a really long time.”

Hermione asks, “Like how, exactly?”

Fred thinks on this for a moment. Then he replies, running a hand through his hair, “Like they’re in love.”

Ginny narrows her eyes. “So? Doesn’t mean they’re actually in love. I mean.. they are supposed to be acting like a couple—that’s the point of all of this.”

“So,” Fred says, ignoring everything else Ginny has just mentioned, “I’ve got a plan.”

Ginny turns toward Hermione, “Never a good sign.”

Fred nudges his sister playfully through bits of hearty laughter from the group. “I think we should slip them both a love potion—see if anything changes—if it does, we know they truly are faking. I’ve got the antidote all ready to go.”

“A love potion?” Harry asks.

“Those pink bottles you’ve got all over your room at home?” Ron adds.

“Yes,” Fred says brightly. “Admittedly—it’ll probably be one of our most popular inventions in due time. But Merlin, they are dangerous—you know, when it comes to love, and all that.”

After nearly everyone agrees, Fred begins to put his plan into action—when it will happen, the time of day, just exactly how they’re going to pull it off—when Hermione decides to interject her opinion.

“Nothing’s going to change, you know.”

Ron nearly drops his bag onto the ground. “D’you know something we don’t?”

Hermione laughs. “No, of course not, but—well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?” But clearly, it isn’t quite as obvious as it should be. “They’re already in love!”

Before Ron, Ginny, and Harry can interject their thoughts and objections, Fred turns toward her and says, “Cheers, Hermione.”

“You agree, do you?”

“I do,” Fred replies, now focusing his attention on the two of you down by the lake. It seems to him, he realizes, that while your love may be obvious to some, it’s the two of you that are completely oblivious. He watches as you sink back into George’s chest, his arm slung around your shoulder as you both continue to laugh animatedly about something. Fred points and says, ”Just look at them, would you! D’you see the Ravenclaw anywhere near here? No.”

“Fred,” Harry begins, “if you think they’re faking, then why in the bloody hell d’you want to waste a love potion on them?”

Fred just smiles evilly. “So it’ll be easier to get them to just admit it already.”

— -

“Okay then—enough homework for one evening, I’m absolutely knackered,” you tell the twins, folding up the parchment of your Potions essay and slipping it carefully into your bag, “you two coming back to the common room?”

“Yeah, in a bit,” Fred says, a look of absolute disgust on his face as he flips through his spell book, “this assignment is a right pain in the—”

He stops himself when he notices Madam Pince in the corner, eyeing him suspiciously. You ask them both, “You sure you don’t need any help?”

“Nah, that’s alright, I know you’re exhausted,” George tells you, appreciative of all the help you’ve given them already. “You go on.. we’ll meet you before you head off to bed.”

“Alright,” you reply sweetly, leaning in to place a featherlight kiss to his cheek. His hair at the nape of his neck feels so soft beneath your fingertips, “See you later.”

The Ravenclaw at the next table, Fred notices, isn’t quite as angry at this exchange as she would have been a few weeks ago. Has everything truly been working in their favor?

But George hardly notices—he just looks back down at his bit of parchment and continues to work on his conclusion, trying very, very hard, in Fred’s opinion, to suppress a grin. It’s rather noticeable alongside the cherry red color of his cheeks.

Only a few minutes pass by of silence between the twins before Madam Pince is hurrying everyone out of the library. The group of Ravenclaws make their way, albeit slightly reluctantly, to the opposite end of the castle toward their common room. George has never been so happy to be heading up to bed.

“Oi, Georgie,” Fred begins as they trudge through the corridors, “how long d’you reckon this thing between you and Y/N is going to last?”

“Dunno,” George tells his twin truthfully through a yawn. His four poster is so close, just a few more corridors to get through… “Until that Ravenclaw stops showing up everywhere I go, I suppose.”

Fred snorts at this comment. “Well, you can’t help class, mate.”

“Yeah, but, I mean everywhere else.”

Fred tugs on his brother’s robes and gets him to stop right before the entrance to the common room.

“C’mon, just be straight with me,”

George just glances at him with a confused look.

“About Y/N,” Fred prods.

“What about her?”

“You may be fooling everyone else, but you’re not fooling me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Fred’s feeling slightly annoyed at his brother’s obvious denial now. “I know how you feel about her, Georgie. I see the way you look at her. Why don’t you both just come out and say it so you can be together for real?”

George actually has to place his bag on the ground. He rolls his eyes—somehow, he knew this was coming. “What the bloody hell are you on about? We’re just friends, like you said—this is purely strategic.” George turns around, picks up his bag, and is about to say the password to enter the common room, but—

“Strategic,” Fred echoes his twin. “Right. So I guess I can go along with my plan, then, slip you both love potions, make sure there’s definitely a change in your feelings toward one another so we know you are truly faking—”

This certainly grabs George’s attention. He can feel his heart thundering in his chest. He turns back toward his twin with narrowed eyes and asks, “What plan?”

“Oh, sorry—forgot to mention,” Fred jokes, careful not to wake any sleeping portraits, “I told the rest of the lot that I’ll be conducting a.. bit of an experiment, if you will—for research, you know. Don’t worry—got the antidote ready to go for when you both, of course, fall madly in love—”

“Fred,” George says through gritted teeth, but lets out a laugh, as well, “I’m not taking a love potion. First of all, those are prototypes for the store, remember? Reckon I’d need to be barking mad in order to take one of those anyway—we know full well how powerful they are.”

Fred’s been ready for George to argue about this. “But I told you, I’ve got the antidote—” Fred’s grinning cheekily at his twin now, he doesn’t even mind getting cut off completely.

“The answer’s no, Fred. You’re out of your bloody mind.”

“What are you so afraid of mate?” Fred laughs and punches George in the arm. “Are you scared that your feelings are going to change?”

George doesn’t want to answer this. He quickly runs a hand through his hair and suddenly seems a bit on edge. He absolutely hates getting cornered like this—he can’t shake the feeling that there’s something sharp lodged in his throat. He opens his mouth to argue, but once again, Fred takes him by surprise.

“Or, I wonder—are you afraid of them not changing at all?”

— -

George hasn’t slept in days. Weeks, maybe. No, that’s being too dramatic—maybe three days, tops. But to him, it certainly feels like a much longer time.

He drags himself, quite reluctantly, toward the dungeons. He’s looking forward even less to the Potions lesson in front of him. He can barely pay attention on a normal day—now, when he’s sleep deprived and running on not much other than caffeine and his own musings, he’s almost certain he’s going to fall asleep just walking there.

Until he spots you, of course, strolling down the other end of the corridor. You see him, too, wave frantically, and bounce your way over to him. Perhaps, he thinks, Potions won’t be so bad after all.

“Hey,” he says brightly, nearly over the moon to see you.. even if it is early in the morning.

“Georgie! I’ve got news,” you say excitedly, poking him in the ribs and wiggling your eyebrows at him. “Guess what I’ve found out?”

George is peering at you, as if in a dreamlike trance. His voice floats through the air between the two of you. “Tell me.”

“It’s about you know who,” you tease, “got herself a boyfriend, she has.”

George suddenly feels very warm. Blimey, it’s hot. He loosens his tie a bit, a hitch in his voice, “Wait, r-really? Where’ve you heard that?”

“Saw them together in the Great Hall—some Slytherin bloke,” you tell him, clutching your spell books tightly in your arms, “she was nearly drooling all over him—reckon her obsession will move to him now, no?” When George doesn’t share the same enthusiasm you do, you prod him with your wand and joke, “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen for this girl.”

“Merlin, no,” George answers quite quickly. You watch as his expression changes from sullen to chipper within a matter of milliseconds. “That’s great news! Gets her off my back, doesn’t it?”

“Exactly,” you reply, “and now you don’t have to hang around little old me all the time. Not that I don’t enjoy your company—” you add quickly when George furrows his brows, “I just mean, now you’re able to go after any girl you fancy, not worry about her anymore—”

“Yeah,” a laugh escapes his lips, “yeah.. reckon you’re right! Blimey, have got to tell Fred.. he was starting to get freaked every time she so much as glanced over at us.”

Students begin to walk a bit more speedily, and you both realize the sound of the bell is drawing nearer. You push playfully on his chest and say, “Anyway—wanted to tell you before class! Meet me in the common room before dinner, yeah?” And before he can answer, you flash a toothy smile and turn in the opposite direction, making your way as quickly as you can toward the library.

You want to tell him. You want to tell him that you’d heard him and Fred that night when they’d been discussing love potions and whatever Fred has up his sleeve—you’d gotten caught up in the corridor around the bend, chatting with another student about an assignment, and had heard the entire exchange. You reckoned it was best to just end it now, before things get really messy.

Things seemed to be working in your favor, though. You hadn’t lied. That Ravenclaw did find herself a boyfriend, so, it seems as though the plan you two had formulated had worked, and that’s a good thing—right?

It’s the first time in—weeks, months?—that you and George part ways without a kiss on the cheek, a tight, romantic embrace, and it makes him feel weird. Off balance. He doesn’t like it. Is he really.. missing those times? Doing those things with you? He shakes his head in defiance, begrudgingly making his way toward Potions. Fred’s words ring in his ears. Just friends. Even if he does feel those things, it’s obvious that you don’t, he realizes. You’re nearly bouncing off the walls knowing that this fake relationship is over. So, why doesn’t he feel the same way? Why does he feel so sad?

He swallows thickly before bumping into Fred. They make their way into the classroom, George’s head and heart feeling heavier than they have in weeks.

Little does he know, you’re sitting in the library, staring into space, a piece of blank parchment in front of you, feeling, if not more so, the exact same way.

— -

A few days later, George can finally sit in the Great Hall in peace without ducking behind anyone, crouching down in his seat, or skipping feasts altogether. His prior admirer seems so wrapped up with her new love, that George Weasley might as well not even exist. He feels relief wash over him.

He’s sitting with Fred, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione, but you—you’re nowhere to be found. In fact, he hasn’t seen all that much of you in a few days time. Guess he sort of got used to always having you around. Loads of Herbology assignments, you told him the day before with a cheeky grin, reckon Doubles is catching up with me.

“So Georgie,” Fred says brightly through mouthfuls of potatoes, “reckon we should get back to our regularly scheduled mischief now that our unscheduled hiatus has been lifted, yeah?”

“Oi, Fred, can’t you see that he’s not listening to you?” Ron asks before lifting a hand to slap George right across the face.

“Easy, you two,” Ginny scolds them and grabs Ron before he can do anything. Then she taps her older brother on the shoulder, “Hey, earth to George.”

“What?” George says, finally joining the group, the haze above his head lifting slightly, “oh, erm, sorry.. was—distracted.”

Fred eyes his twin curiously. There’s a tiny bit of sarcasm in his voice, “What’s going on, mate? You’ve been awfully quiet since your little plan wrapped up.” But even in his delirious state, George knows what Fred is trying to do. And he’s so bloody exhausted and tired of fighting everything that he doesn’t even argue. Instead, he takes the group by surprise, and stands up without touching his meal. “What’re you doing?”

“Something I should’ve done months ago!” he calls as he flies toward the entrance, maneuvering himself between students and professors alike. He’s doing things without fully registering what’s going on, he’s taking steps three at a time, he’s jumping through the portrait hole in a huff, he’s panting heavily with a very confused you in front of him, baffled at his state.

“Hey there,” you say brightly, “you alright?”

When George catches his breath, he takes you by surprise. “‘m doing just fine, love.”

“Love?” you ask teasingly, “you missing what we had, Georgie? Our fake little relationship?”

“It wasn’t fake.”

You shoot him a glance and freeze completely. George is almost certain he can hear the pounding of your heart reverberating off of the common room walls. He’s thankful, now that he’s recognized, the two of you are completely alone. “It—it wasn’t?”

“Of course not.”

You offer a nervous grin, and George knows he’s said the right thing. The tension between the two of you is rising and you ask him jokingly, “This isn’t a love potion talking, is it?” Realization hits him like a ton of bricks and he lets an exasperated laugh escape his lips. Damnit, Fred. He shakes his head no and waits with bated breath for your next words.

“So this,” you say, pointing back and forth very rapidly between the two of you, “it’s..it’s been real this entire time?”

“Of course it’s real, it’s always been real,” George is finding it difficult to breathe correctly now, “hasn’t it been real for you?”

But you realize, as you’re choking back tears, that by saying yes, you’ll only be delaying the inevitable—which is, of course, to kiss him into oblivion. And you’d both waited bloody long enough already, hadn’t you?

So instead of saying anything, you bite back a very large grin before stepping forward and pulling on his tie and pressing your lips to his. He’s not even surprised—if anything, he’s relieved, to finally know what it feels like to have your lips on his after many moments having dreamt about it. Immediately, you want to ask him why you two haven’t been doing this the entire time, but you can’t bring yourself to break from him now that you’re intertwined together. It’s slow and warm, his lips molding perfectly with yours, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek, soft moans escaping his lips, the rest of his fingers making their way through your soft hair. It sort of feels as if you’re floating, actually, bouncing delicately from cloud to cloud, high above the trees and the castle. Breaking slightly and pressing his forehead to yours, he says, “So, erm, silly question—but are we—?”

“If you even have to ask if I’m your girlfriend for real now, you’re out of your mind, Weasley.”

George’s head is spinning. He leaves trails of kisses along your cheeks, your neck, and your collarbone, all before finding your lips again, and as they form a smile against his own, he can’t seem to shake the feeling like he’s coming home.

A very amused voice startles you both, making you part at the mere sound of the clearing of a throat. “Alright then, Ron, Ginny, Harry—you all owe me two sickles each. Hermione—cheers again, reckon you did well to agree with me on this one.” And then, when he notices you two watching, Fred says, “Oi—well it’s about bloody time.”

“I’m sorry,” you begin, doing your best to not think about the scarlet color of your face, or the fact that they’d all seen quite possibly the most intimate moment you and George have shared together, “you lot placed bets on us?”

“Sure did,” Fred replies, looking rather pleased with himself as he’s handed his earnings from a very grumpy looking Ron and Harry. He slides the sickles into his pockets and crosses his arms in delight.

As Ginny and Hermione squeal excitedly and wink at you before heading up to the girls dormitory for the evening, George pulls you back into his arms, confidence engulfing him, and says to the others, “If you don’t mind, we were kind of in the middle of something here.”

The tips of Ron’s ears turn extremely pink and he smiles warily. “Guess you didn’t have to use those love Potions after all, Fred,” Harry says.

With a wink at you both before making his way toward the stairs, Fred replies, “Was never going to, actually. Just had to make them think I was. Knew these two would break eventually.”

“Hate to admit it, but you’re kind of brilliant,” Ron says admiringly, but continues to pout when Fred slings an arm around his shoulders and tells him,

“Next time, Ron, just side with your wiser, older brother, yeah?”

You turn back toward George, your arms around his neck. When you make sure the others are finally out of earshot, you say to him, tugging gently on his tie again, “He’s outrageous, he is.”

“Got us together, though, didn’t he?”

“I suppose I’ll give him that one.”

“Oh,” Fred calls from the top of the stairs, “and Y/N? No snogging my brother until the wee hours of the evening, alright? He needs his beauty sleep.”

“Shove off, Freddie,” you call. A cackle of laughter floats down from the boys dormitory, but you find it easy to ignore. What do they know? The two of you have tons of lost time to make up for. You stand on your tippy toes, press your forehead to George’s before he kisses you again. He lets out a soft laugh when you say against his lips, to a Fred who can’t hear you, “Can’t make any promises.”

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