#i got nervous that people might not see the connection to the prompt so i'll clarify

[callmelyrus]

I'll Be Right Back

AN: @fogno prompted me to write about a kiss out of habit. Here it is! Thanks for the tag!

“Alright, I need to go,” Tav sighed, wrenching herself away from Shadowheart’s body. She had been entwined with that body for hours, while the two women had watched episode after episode of the new season of their favourite show. But it was time for her to go home. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

Shadowheart frowned. “If you absolutely must…” she grumbled, getting on her feet with Tav.

Shadowheart walked Tav to the front door of the flat the two of them had spent four consecutive days cooped up in. It was strange for Tav to leave now. The place had started to feel much like home.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Tav said nervously, kissing Shadowheart briefly on the lips.

“Bye,” Shadowheart murmured and closed the door behind Tav.

As Tav walked home from Shadowheart’s flat, she recounted the events of the past few days. After a night of card games and wine at their friend Karlach’s flat, the pair of them had walked into the night together. Tipsy from the wine and giddy from a night in the company of all of their best friends, they had begun to playfully nudge each other. Their eyes had locked for just a moment too long, and Tav had finally had the courage to lean in to kiss her friend.

Instead of going home, Tav had joined Shadowheart in her flat. Hours had turned into days, as the two women shared kisses, had mind-blowing sex, and talked about how long they had wanted to take this leap of faith from friends to something more. Tav’s lips curved into a silly grin as she reminisced about the feeling of Shadowheart’s warm skin under her fingers as their bodies had learned each other more deeply. For too long she’d been wondering whether the platinum-haired woman felt the same connection between them as she did. It had been hard to tell; Shadowheart never was the kind to reveal her mysteries easily. Tav thanked the gods for the wine to have made her so bold as to kiss Shadowheart. Who knew how long it would’ve taken Shadowheart to make a move.

During the four days Shadowheart and Tav had stayed in and enjoyed each other’s company, they had taken every opportunity to share little kisses here and there. Sitting next to each other, watching TV, Shadowheart would suddenly lift Tav’s hand to her lips. When either of them left the room for any reason, there would be a little peck on the lips, almost a promise that the other wasn’t going far. The shift from best friends to lovers had felt effortless. Like this was how they’d always been. And, frankly, the two of them had harboured feelings for each other for so long it might as well have been always.

So, why was Tav going home tonight? Astarion had invited the entire gang over for a wine tasting. A very posh evening for this very regular group of people, but Astarion had insisted on hosting them at his gorgeous house, so who could’ve declined? As such, Tav needed to wear something fitting for the occasion. She and Shadowheart had also agreed not to tell their friends about their situation just yet. Although it felt right, they didn’t want to jinx it by inviting their friends’ curiosity on them. These people were some of the most wonderful beings on the planet, but, boy, were they nosy! It was better to ease into their relationship first, before unleashing their friends all over it.

Tav picked out her outfit the first thing when she got home. A royal blue dress paired with simple gold heels. Feeling happy with her choice and nervous about the day to come, Tav went straight to bed in an attempt to fall asleep immediately. A message from Shadowheart distracted her:

I miss you already. I don’t know how to be around you tomorrow without attaching myself to you like a baby koala.

Tav laughed at the image of Shadowheart clinging to her with all four limbs wrapped around her torso. She sent back a laughing emoji and wished Shadowheart goodnight. It felt awful to put her phone down instead of continuing to chat with Shadowheart after multiple days of breathing the same air. However, she would need her wits sharp tomorrow.

Tav dreamed about nothing else than Shadowheart’s lips on hers.

*****

“You made it, darling!” Astarion greeted Tav as the heavy wooden door opened to reveal the blonde man with sharp features and piercing eyes. The smile on his face was dazzling and genuine. “Come on in,” he motioned Tav to follow him inside the lofty abode.

Walking through the house, Tav took in the expensive artwork adorning the walls. The oak panelling along the hallway left no trace of uncertainty regarding the financial situation of this roguish man, who was perhaps the most unlikely to fit into their tight group of friends. In another situation, Astarion might’ve been more of a loner, but it had been Shadowheart who’d befriended him and brought him into the merry fold.

The living room was already occupied by several of their friends. Platters of delicious-looking canapés covered the coffee table, and a gilded art deco bar cart in the corner was stocked with wines and other beverages. This was set to be a very good night. Tav was hugged by Karlach, Gale, Wyll, and even Lae’zel, and, although they’d only last hung out four days ago, a wave of elation washed over her. It was truly special to be surrounded by so much love. But one guest was still missing, the guest whose love she craved most.

“Shadowheart should be arriving soon,” Gale said, looking at his phone. “She says she had some kind of a holdup, but she’s in an Über now.”

There was a hum of approval from the whole group and they settled down on Astarion’s luxuriously plush settees. A happy cacophony of chatter ensued, as Karlach began to tell a story of what had happened to her and Wyll at the gym yesterday. Some girl named Minthara had approached them, making eyes at both of them. Apparently, she’d called Wyll “saucy”.

The doorbell ringing broke the continuous flow of conversation. “Oh! That must be Shadowheart,” Astarion exclaimed and sauntered away to open the door.

Tav was suddenly incredibly anxious. Her heart beat furiously against her ribs as Astarion re-emerged into the living room with Shadowheart in tow. Shadowheart’s eyes flickered towards Tav, who couldn’t help but smile. Shadowheart saved Tav to be the last person she hugged as she greeted everyone in the room. The feeling of Shadowheart’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist made it nearly impossible for Tav to conceal her affection towards the platinum-haired woman. 

As Shadowheart pulled away from the hug, Tav got a good look at her up close. Her makeup was done meticulously, her green eyes surrounded by a beautiful blend of black and gold. She wore her long, blonde hair in an elaborate plait with a dainty chain woven into the updo. Tav’s breath hitched in her throat, which she tried to mask with a cough. She’d always found Shadowheart attractive. Yet, somehow, now that she’d seen all of her, knowing Shadowheart returned her feelings, the woman looked more gorgeous than she’d ever done before.

“So, now that we’re all here, why don’t we start this wine tasting with one of my favourite vintages?” Astarion began to speak. Shadowheart settled to sit next to Tav, her arm pressing against Tav’s. This was nothing out of the ordinary. Tav was sure that, to their friends, nothing seemed amiss. So why was it that Tav was suddenly feeling self-conscious about how close Shadowheart’s hand was to Tav’s thigh?

The wine flowed and Astarion showed them what cheeses, crackers, and other delicacies each should be paired with. After what Tav believed was five glasses of red, each more exquisite than the last, she was in desperate need of the bathroom. 

“Need to pee. I’ll be right back,” she whispered to Shadowheart, giving her a quick, soft kiss on the lips. Shadowheart responded to the kiss by closing her eyes and tilting her head. Realizing what they were doing, they jumped up in a minor panic.

The room had fallen silent. Five pairs of eyes were staring at Tav and Shadowheart, who stood there, in Astarion’s decadently furnished living room, both of their faces vermillion with embarrassment. Four faces had a look of utter disbelief on them. Karlach was beaming.

“Woooooo!” she screamed, both fists high up in the air in triumph.

“Well, isn’t this a surprising turn of events,” Astarion mused. Others nodded with him.

“Ladies, this is incredible!” Gale enthused, rushing to hug both of them.

Wyll and Lae’zel stayed silent, blinking furiously, still dazed by what they’d just witnessed. Tav glanced at Shadowheart, who was looking right back at her. Their secret was no longer a secret.

Their friends began to barrage them with incessant questions and bicker amongst themselves whether anyone actually had any idea of this dynamic between Tav and Shadowheart. 

“Sorry,” Tav whispered into Shadowheart’s ear. “I think we were both at fault there,” Shadowheart responded.

Tav grinned. “That’s not what I mean,” she murmured. Shadowheart looked at her quizzically. “What do you mean?” she asked, confused.

“I still need to pee. You’re on your own,” Tav said quickly, and, with a peck on Shadowheart’s cheek, she left the woman of her dreams alone to fend off their friends’ eager questioning.

[caramelmochacrow]

[YUKAESO ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION POST 2/2]

Drawing details Fic details (You are here!)

Second on the celebration list is the fic details I liked! Just pretty much rambling about certain parts of my writing and pointing out details I liked. I'm going on prompt order, of course :3c Because the fics aren't a static image, I'll only talk about my top 3 favorites with the excerpt. For days 5-7, I need to make it into a reblog, so you'll see it later.

Before we continue, I just want to give a shout out to my older sibling who not only had to hear me complain about my drawings and how hard planning them were, but proof-reading all of YukaEso week and giving feedback. Thank you so much. (Sorry for making you deal with me lol)

Also! Because this is talking about my fics, there will be spoilers! (Duh) I'm writing everything like you know what happens in the fic.

(Word count: 1728 words)

Day 1, Rain~!

I made sure to pay very close attention to the shoe-wearing part. Weird, I know, but I wanted to make sure people wouldn't get confused even though as the writer, I was skim reading that all the time. I kept checking it over and over for both Yuka and Esora if they successfully wore their shoes. Lol.

Throughout the fic, some parts with temperature (Esora realizing her and Yuka are sharing an umbrella and the rain hitting her shoes) are slight references to actual thermodynamics. My older sibling told me about it while they read because it reminded them of thermodynamics. From what I recall, they told me that when someone's hands feel cold, it might be because the person who touched them has hot hands. Of course, I was kind of confused with the explanation decided to use that confusion with Esora and made her wonder if what she felt was real.

This part -- and actually the whole fic in general -- was inspired by Monthly Shoujo Nozaki-kun. Specifically, the part when him and Sakura were under the rain. Most of the rain parts were written while I sifted through my many memories being under the rain, specifically in the Philippines. It was easy writing how cold it was because I think this was being written around the end of Autumn/Fall, so I was really in the mood.

I love that paragraph so much. Sorry, lol. Esora knows she'll separate from Yuka (in terms of when the rain stops they'll stop being huddled up so closely and Esora having to go home) so she wonders if the rain will stop because it got lighter. She takes note of how close Yuka is so she doesn't forget about this moment. All of this connects to the sentence after the paragraph; time is passing, but Esora can still stick close to Yuka. I don't know, I just found that nice.

This is the last part of the fic, and because I made Esora spend the whole fic blushing and being nervous around Yuka, I decided to turn the tables at the end by making Esora hold Yuka's hand. Esora was too busy being embarrassed she didn't realize she also made Yuka feel the same way. I wanted to make sure people remember that both Yuka and Esora can tease each other and it can work on each other. Yeahhhhh :D

That's all for day 1, onto day 2! Gift!

Okay, one thing I'm glad about was finally being able to write Maika (yippeeeee!!!!) because she's one of the special-est "oc" ever to me. Like, ahhhhh she's there!!! People know what she looks like to me!!! Yayyyyyy Anyway, explaining the outfits was so fun, even though I based most of it off the deja boon outfits. Maika's was based off my own wardrobe/how I would've dressed for the occasion.

Maika, in general, was such a joy to write in this fic. I want to write her more in the future. I love the trope when someone has a younger sibling and the sibling is both a Certified Moment Ruiner and a Wingman. (Not inspired by me in the slightest.)

Another is the fact I imply Yuka's pockets are so huge, she fit a whole instant camera in there. My reasoning in my head was that her dad bought her one with big pockets (one that specifically can fit a whole damn instant camera). It was an error on my part (I should've visualized the camera more) but it's a funny one.

Okay, so this part, is actually a really niche love live reference (somewhat). Eli Ayase's English VA (Erica Lindbeck) voices a lot of women I like. Funnily enough, Yuka was voiced by the English VA of Eli's younger sister, Alisa Ayase! (Brianna Knickerbocker). So, I wanted to make this reference by making a reference toward Eli with Maika because of that. If people caught this as they read, I would respect you a lot.

Maika's mutterings in English were inspired by myself and my younger sister. Every time we something that mildly annoys us or something romantic, we mutter it in Tagalog so people don't notice. I like to think the Sasago sisters do this when Yuka gets better with English (lol).

Okay I just realized all of the facts I wanted to explain with images involve Maika. Whatever, anyway, Maika was a liar here. There wasn't a line at the bathroom, she didn't even use the bathroom for the amount of time she left. She finished using it but noticed Yuka was, erm, "gaying" it up so she stayed near the restroom for her older sister's sake.

Last one, this time no image: I love the paragraphs on Yuka's gift. It sound pretentious, but the way I wrote just makes me hooked. I love imagining the photos and how they would be framed all the time; I think it's because it's YukaEso though.

Anywho, Day 3! Holding-haaaaaaaands <3

Before I start, I'll start with a little digression: This was inspired by me fainting and me going to my first con (especially the con part). While I was writing this, it has been a few months after I went and remembered all that I did with my one Friend(tm). (iykyk) and was like "OH! I can use that as my premise with Yukaeso!" and did not think about the implications of that until months later. So, yeah. It's a bit sweet to read because it reminds me of all the fun things I did but also the stupid embarrassing stuff I did with that friend. (I'll go more in depth later on.)

This is referencing MagiRevo yes. Specifically Anisphia and Euphyillia because of the collaboration event. I'm still not over it by the way....

This part was taken from when I was with my Friend. I wanted to get love live keychains and she bought them for me with her money (orz...) I still feel a little in debt to her for that (and the other stuff she bought). Unlike me, Yuka didn't get it, so yeah. I didn't want it to be too similar to my experiences.

Connected to the next one but: The Ibuki Doujinshi Part. Why did I put it? Because I needed something funny. I remembered the Ibuki fan club existed so... yeah :3 (I like affectionately bullying Ibuki). Also there's a Jun7 reference that's hella obvious in the text.

Of course, I had to do this type of thing. I think I haven't ever told anyone this, but the way I write is by having a vague idea, then making shit up on the spot. Everything you see written was made up on the spot, while I was walking home from school or discussing what to do with my older sibling. Yeah. Oh and the thing with Esora's legs shaking was inspired by the few times I got surprised by something. One time I was so surprised my legs were shaking like crazy.

Also: when Esora was about to faint, I had to REALLY dig in my memories on what I felt like before fainting and mixing it in with what it was like in that con. It's vague now because it's been a year since it happened, but while I was writing at that point in time it was really easy. I also had to remember what it was like when I was recovering, so yeah.

SOOOO! I'll stop talking now, onto day 4! Au!!

It's not a secret I based off this whole fic after the Make My Song episode of First Mix. After all, this is a Roleswap AU with RinRei. I'll save the explanation but because I couldn't exactly get into how Rinku thought during the episode I had to make inferences and figure out what Yuka would do in Rinku's situation; same with Esora, but with some intricacies.

Yuka really wants to be useful to Peaky compared to her original self. Especially with the fact I took that detail of Muni not being noticed compared to the other Happy Ara members and made it Yuka's reason to help Kyoko and Shinobu find a designer. I'm kind of spoiling my Yuka essay, so I'll stop here.

Before the next part, I'll just say here that the hardest part for me to write in this fic was Yuka trying to figure out what kind of outfit to do and actually explaining what Esora does in her class. It was a pain trying to think of it but now? It really adds an extra amount of world building that I like a lot :3

I feel like Yuka would sort of forget that Esora is in the school. Not in a bad way, but more like she would forget that the daughter of the Shimizu Group goes to Yoba because it's been three years. She would know the name is familiar but can't place why. Out of Kyoko, Shinobu and Yuka, Yuka was the only one who knew that Esora was going to the school in middle school.

I couldn't do it here but fuck it, I'll say it here. I actually wanted Yuka to part away Esora's hair, but then I remembered I needed the photo for a very important part later on. Instead, I imply her yearning. Also yes the top half is what I depicted in the picture in my drawing for this day.

This part was very much based off Make My Song. The first few lines of dialogue were taken from the episode and adjusted to fit the members of Peaky. I never said this before so: In this AU, Kyoko would be swapped with Muni and Shinobu with Maho. Other than Esora, Kyoko is the closest to Yuka in Peaky and Shinobu being swapped with Maho is because of DJing. (There's more but I'll keep it short.)

Unlike Rinku, Yuka's a fumbling mess. (Affectionate) Yuka made her relationship with Esora start as co-workers or partners in a business (I help you, you help me) compared to Rinku and Rei making theirs a teacher-disciple relationship. (I teach you, you remind me the joys of beginning) so the way Yuka refers to Esora would be different. Instead of "Rei-chan-sensei" like with Rinku, Yuka calls her "Shimizu-sama". Though, unlike Rinku, she does it on accident.

[anxiousbread]

I did a one word writing prompt. It's short, but these characters might return in other things I write. Prompt was "Difference"

"So you wanna know what I do, huh?" Boomed a voice in the near empty bar.

"Y-yes! You and your companions seem to have quite the bond, and I want to know how!" Said the more frail voice of a journalist, readying a notepad.

"Well, let's start at the beginning, shall we?

Now, I wasn't always as confident as I am now. Hell, I'm still not very confident these days either. But back then, I was a real nervous wreck. Couldn't do nothing. One day when I was out on a walk, I came across a small creature. I don't know why, but when I saw him, I just had to see what was wrong. He looked extremely distraught. So I crouched down to his level, and I says to him,

"Hey, kid. You alright?" And when I says that, he looks up at me, as if he didn't notice I was there. I must've frightened him, cause it took him a second to respond. When he does, he says,

"Well not really, no." So I invite him to walk with me and explain what's troubling him. To see if I can help, y'know. It takes him a while to open up, but soon I learn that he had run away from home.

Apparently his folks hadn't treated him very well, and, when he saw the opportunity, he got out of there. But now he has nothing. No money, no food, no direction. So I ask him his name, and then I says,

"Ricky, here's what's gonna happen." I says that we gonna stick together. That we gonna find a questboard, and we'll take up some easy quests. And so we do. Turns out Ricky was pretty good at close quarters combat, and I was able to help by throwing dead trees and things. Through our questing, we meet a bunch more people all with different stories. There's Grace, who watched some of her closest people die. Bill, who's completely blind. Terrence, Polly, and Fred, who're all in the same body. And plenty of others too. And every night, at our camp, we gather round a camp-fire and take turns talking 'bout our problems. And we all brainstorm ways to help each other through our problems. And even though none of us come from the same places, we're still able to connect, and help. They're all great, and they don't seem to believe me when I say that. But they are. I love my crew, and I know we all feel the same."

"Where are they now then?" Asked the journalist.

"Oh they're back at the camp. I'm actually here to get our weekly supply. Speaking of, Bartender! You got the goods?"

"Of course, Sir! Same price as always!"

"Thanks, but none of that Sir crap. You know you can just call me Roger."

"Of course, Roger. Sorry."

"Hey, you're fine," Roger said, lifting two kegs of liquor up and heading to the door. "You're welcome to join the camp-fire story telling tonight. I'm sure you've got a great tale. You too notebook guy!"

"Oh, I'll pass. Thank you, though!" Said the bartender.

"I'll pass as well, but I do have one question." Said the journalist.

"Yeah?"

"Have you heard of group therapy?"

Roger paused for a second in the door, before turning to look at the journalist.

"What the fuck is therapy?"

[statisticalcats2]

Cats-pril 2023

Day 2 - Memory

[inglourious-imagines]

Piece Of Cake (Fred Weasley)

Summary: Fred claims that asking a girl out to the Yulle ball is a piece of cake. Harry and Ron dare him to prove it.

Prompts: fluff list: 2 - "I don't care, just hold me." & angst list: "Try to see things in my point of view." & miscellaneous list: 4 - "My mum thinks I'm dating you." (changed a bit)

Warning: angst at the beginning, some swear words, fluff at the end

Author's Note: This is for @lunalovecroft 's 1K writing challenge! Probably it was meant to be the other way around, but that idea suddenly strucked me and I decided to give it a go. Happy reading ♡

HP Taglist: @alienoresimagines @95swifi

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"You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have." - F.S. Fitzgerald

All the Yulle Ball decoration were making Y/N beyond sick, every ribbon reminding her that she still did not have a date to accompany her throughout the approaching evening. Molly Weasley was so kind to send her as a gift the most beautiful dress Y/N had ever seen in her life and now she was genuinely thinking about not going to the ball at all. 

When she threw herself at the bench in the Great Hall right next to her best friend Hermione who was sitting way too far from Ron, Harry and the twins were seated. Y/N knew about the brightest witch's secret crush on the young Weasley that was slowly but surely growing into something more than just a simple crush. She'd even swear that Ron felt exactly the same about Hermione but she had to promise not to get involved or play a cupid. 

"He didn't ask, did he." Y/N dared to speak up first, glancing from Hermione's sad expression on her face to absolutely oblivious Ronald just a few metres away from them who seemed to be stuffing as much food as possible into his mouth as fast as he could. 

Y/N's eyes wandered from one Weasley to another, much taller one, who's smile was so contagious that she found herself grinning like an idiot for no particular reason.

"What do you think, Y/N." Hermione sighed bringing her back from her daydreaming, "guess he's not the only one who didn't ask, right?" 

Y/N looked at her friend again, simply nodded as she wasn't able to react in any other way. As much as she tried not to, she felt a bit disappointed when the only person she wanted to go to the Yulle ball with, hasn't asked her.

"They've been bickering for the past 15 minutes whether asking a girl out is easy or not." Hermione stated, clearly upset with the whole situation.

"Are you serious, 'Mione? What are their points of view?" 

"Well, Harry and Ron are obviously struggling to even compliment a girl in the right way but Fred reckons there's nothing easier." 

The girls look at each other and burst out laughing in the next second. "Like he'd know how to ask." Y/N managed to get out of her through her laughter, "however, I must agree with Harry and Ron. They're the most oblivious idiots." 

"Tell me about it." Hermione giggled but a trace of hurt flew over her face and Y/N suddenly felt really sorry for her dear friend. 

"Hey Y/N!" Fred shouted out of the blue, his clear voice echoed through the Great Hall causing other students to perk up their heads in order to find out what possibly he has in mind now. 

Y/N threw a look full of question marks to Hermione before turning her head to the tall red-head. "Yes?"

The moment his typical mischievous grin appeared on his face Y/N knew that something either funny and unpleasant to her or something embarrassing is about to happen.

"Will you..." Fred kept on talking as loudly as possible while wildly gesturing with his arms - apparently pretending to dance, "go to the ball..." now he was just pointing at her and him, "with me?"

Y/N's whole face turned brightly red, her nervous eyes wandering from student to student with such awaiting and amused expressions on their faces. Her heartbeat fastened in the matter of seconds that it seemed like it might jump out of her chest. Y/N looked at Hermione for help with such desperation hidden behind her gaze but her friend just simply shrugged, absolutely shocked with the sudden question, just like Y/N was.

A few seconds passed and Y/N was still sitting at her spot totally speechless. She imagined many times how Fred would ask her to the ball but never in a million years did she think it'd be like this - shouting at her in front of the whole Great Hall with absolutely no sign of sincerity or romance; to her it seemed like some sort of a bet to prove his point.

Their eyes for a moment and Y/N realized that Fred was convinced that she's going to accept his offer, confidence was basically radiating off of him. She knew he's not bragging, Fred was one of the kindest people she'd ever met but sometimes, sometimes he just wasn't able to estimate the situation. 

Anger was slowly bottling up in her as she quickly stood up grabbing all her books. As much as it hurt her to say it, Y/N was still able to straighten up looking directly into his eyes. "Sorry, Weasley, not interested. But thanks for the offer, I feel flattered." The sarcasm in her voice was more than obvious. 

Y/N winked at Hermione, rightly feeling satisfied with her as she heard a few laughs from many students when she walked out of the Great Hall leaving absolutely speechless and embarrassed Fred Weasley. 

•••

Y/N rushed into her dormitory, not wanting to deal with anybody at the moment as the anger was slowly transforming into hurt. This wasn't what she imagined.

She threw herself at her bed; her books were casted off on the ground, papers flying all over the place.

"Y/N! Wait!" a muffled voice of the too familiar Weasley filled her ears and before she knew it, Fred was standing in the middle of her dormitory with flushed cheeks due to the long run, doors slammed shut behind him. 

"Let me explain." he almost begged taking a few steps towards her. She quickly got on her feet as she shook with her head couple of times. "Please, no. I don't care if your intentions were the noblest, but it happened and that's it."

"If you could just let me talk."

But Y/N didn't see the regret in Fred's eyes, or how his hands trembled a little bit, she was way too furious to notice all these things.

"Try to see things from my point of view, Weasley! You basically shouted at me in front of the whole school if I want to go to the ball with you! I understand that you just wanted to prove something to Ron and Harry but this is not a game for me."

Every single word that left her mouth went straight to Fred's heart. He never in a million years intended to hurt Y/N, he'd rather suffer himself than have something happen to her. But he was scared, Fred felt truly terrified of asking her out and when the boys confronted him about it, he panicked. He didn't have an idea why he reacted that way. The pounding heart, sweaty palms, the hotness in his cheeks - all this was new to Fred Weasley and he wasn't sure what do to with his stormy emotions.

"I'm real sorry, Y/N. I didn't want to offend you but that doesn't mean I don't stand behind what I said earlier." he tried to ease the tense in the small room, his lips even formed into a cute little innocet smile.

"I don't know, Weasley. I simply think-"

"Let me make it up to you! The ball's tomorrow, just say yes."

Then they were there - Fred's puppy eyes that no matter how serious the problem was, Y/N wasn't able to bring herself to say no. She knew he's very well aware of that fact, he somehow managed to melt her heart.

"Fine. I'll go to the Yulle ball with you, Weasley. Don't make me regret it."

"I can certainly promise you that, Y/L/N."

•••

Y/N was nervously pacing in her new white dress that she got from Mrs. Weasley while Hermione was watching her with an amused expression.

"You know, this isn't funny." she frowned but a part of her was telling her how unreasonably ridiculous she is.

"Actually it is," her best friend couldn't held back the laughter, "you'll be fine. I bet he's even more nervous than you are." 

"Hermione! His mum thinks I'm bloody dating him!" 

"That's just so perfect. Maybe you will be after tonight."

Their eyes met for a moment and then, as if their minds were connected, the girls started giggling like some 13-year-olds. Y/N finally relaxed a bit, just like Hermione did, as they both promised themselves to look after each other during the evening.

"So what do you think?" Y/N winked at her friend, "shall we?"

"Absolutely."

•••

The duo walked together down the stairs leading to the dance hall, side by side, both of them smiling widely. Y/N found Fred's tall figure right away as he was nervously pacing back and forth mumbling something under his breath while George watched him amused. Just like Hermione watched her a couple minutes ago. God, how similar they could be.

"Well done, brother dear. Fucking well done." George whispered into his twin's ear tapping his shoulder. Fred's gaze immediately landed on approaching Y/N making him stop in his tracks. George just smirked and left with his own date to give them some privacy.

Fred was closely watching her every step, how elegantly she carried herself through the room, the beautiful white dress flew around her making her look like an angel descending from the sky. 

"Blimey, I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful like you." Fred breathed out, his eyes roaming all over her body.

"You don't look too bad as well, Weasley." Y/N blushed at his compliment as she sent him one nervous smile. The truth was, he looked way more better than just 'not bad' and she had to remind herself not to stare at him too much. He pulled her into his side, his scent and warmth immediately embracing her, and she found herself falling for this dangerously good looking red-head. 

"Everybody's turning their heads after you. I swear I even saw a smile on Snape's face." Fred pointed out, his voice filled with obvious jealousy as his grip on her waist tightened. 

"I don't care, just hold me, Fred." Y/N gave him a reassuring smile taking his hand in his, "just hold me."

"I never wanted anything more."