#no fred but this was too cute not to share

[gogandmagog]

Anne of the Island, Chapter One!

And wellll, I guess I’m actually starting off before chapter one! And it’s two things, really.

First, this inclusion, before Maud even adds her own sweet dedication:

I sometimes wonder how many then-contemporary readers saw this, knew the whole source, and fully took it as a spoiler… either way, it’s pretty clever. These four lines of Tennyson are taken from the poem “the Day-Dream,” specifically from the third part called, “the Arrival.” And maybe predictably, it’s about the Fairy Prince’s arrival into the titular Day Dreamers (who btw reverts inward to avoid harsh realities, in case it wasn’t Anne enough already) life. And of course anyone who’s already read Anne of the Island will know that this is a huge theme in the overall arc of the novel. I also like that Maud took this little verse patch in particular, because it aligns sooo precisely with Anne and Gilbert’s romantic beginnings… the ‘precious thing discovered late,’ for sure, but also in mention of the drawing of ‘the veil’. Anne of the Island directly follows Anne of Avonlea, which ended nicely with Miss Lavendar’s wedding to Stephen Irving, and very importantly, also this kind of naked moment between Anne and Gilbert where they each recognise their shared future and feelings, and the narrative says, “...it was as if a veil that had hung before her [Anne’s, that is] inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings…” So, yeah. This epigraph is pretty much perfect.

Besides which, I also want to be even more extra annoying, and say that Tennyson is already in general a reocurring soft spot for Anne and Gilbert. It’s Anne’s playing at Tennyson’s Lady of Shalott that sees Gilbert saving her life for the first time, and it’s that near-drowning that ushers in Anne’s real forgiveness for Gilbert’s old slight. Other things too! Later in the series, when Gilbert pronounces Captain Jim dead, he uses a Tennysonism and tells her that Captain Jim has “crossed the bar.” (Here’s Crossing the Bar, just in case.) LATER later, in Anne of Ingleside, Nan mentions Anne “read to her one night from the old volume of Tennyson Father had given her long, long ago…” + many more such cases, and imo just cute.

But really, onto Chapter One! The Shadow of Change.

A slam dunk of a title. The Shadow of Change could nearly be considered a proper character in this chapter because it’s eeeeverywhere. There’s liminal space for like miles, in all directions. There are obvious things, spelled out to the reader, in grocery-list fashion... the season is changing from summer to fall, Diana is engaged to Fred Wright, Anne is leaving Avonlea behind for college, and Mrs. Rachel is moving into Green Gables. I could almost cite this whole opener when trying to pick out a chapter highlight, because Maud’s prose is so visceral here, on hopes and anxiety. I always get a real lump in my throat about it. But there are other things changing, too. When Gilbert overtakes Anne on the bridge, they're lingering over their past, rather literally. It's only been one tiny week since the events of Anne of Avonlea, where an "unseen finger" turned the page on Anne's girlhood, leaving before her "womanhood, with all its charm and mystery." Gilbert was midwife to that transition, and now here he is again, placing his hand over Anne's, and teasing out a brand new (and involuntary) womanhoody physiological reaction, one "not strictly sensible,” from her, to top it all off. And even though it kind of scares her (I feel like this is a good point to remember that while Anne is 18 here, Gilbert is nearly 21, which imo kind of contributes to him being in an awkward position; kind of one-or-two-steps-ahead of Anne, and perpetually needing to wait for her to catch up), Anne's still reflecting on the pleasantness of his touch, later toooo... complete with a dig at poor Charlie Sloane lmao.

Also, really fast, when Gilbert's mentioning that Kingsport "has the finest natural park in the world", the Maud scholars, when it comes up for them, like to supplement this postcard! Since fictional Kingsport is based on non-fictional Halifax, Point Pleasant Park is evidentally the likely inspo behind for Kingsport's nameless park.

Okay, what else??

Davy. Davy is the original Sour Patch Kid. First he says something sour, and then he says something sweet. But for me… the first big laugh of this book is always, “But if you did want to catch a man, how would you go about it? I want to know.” 💀 Can you imagine?

Now anyway, I’m sure this post is full of ugly typos and bad syntax and incomplete thoughts but it’s 11:50 and I’m for bed! But I’m so excited to be reading this book with so many friends. I always learn so many new things from you guys!

[boxofoxberry]

found siblings, anyone?

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Green is the colour of jealousy

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Requested by @maxsisly

Request gist: Fred and George get jealous because the reader is spending more time with her male friend. She comes home late one night and they’re mad. Pure smut and a bit of fluff.

A/N: Thank you for the request! Once again, I am truly sorry for not seeing it sooner. It was in the inbox section in the settings (which I never check). This took me a while and I really got sidetracked and rambled on some points. But no matter, it's ready and written.

T/W: Unprotected sex, Jealous and possessive twins, Degradation, Double penetration, Clit spanking, Aftercare

The twins had always learned to share.

Growing up in the Weasley clan meant handing down clothes and toys from the brothers who came before. So when the twins were born, they only had one of everything instead of one each. So they became pretty good at sharing.

Even after the twins met you, they shared. They both loved you and they knew that you loved them both. They had spent their whole life sharing, from toys to partners alike.

But that didn't mean they liked sharing with other people.

Over the past couple of weeks, your friend had been around more often. He was there when the twins finished work, he was on the phone to you during your spare time, he even seemed to be around when you went out on the town. He seemed to be everywhere.

You and Matthew had been friends since your first official job after Hogwarts so he had always been a constant in your life. He knew you were dating twins and supported you wholeheartedly, something you found refreshing since others looked at you oddly. He knew the twins and was a regular in the shop, so the twins somewhat knew him. Although at first, the twins thought he was a regular because you worked there.

The twins trusted you without a doubt. They knew you’d never sneak around with some other guy. It was this new guy they didn't trust. But when you came in one night and told them that you were planning on hitting the clubs with said guy, they put on fake smiles and told you to be safe.

Hours went by and yet you still did not return. The twins started feeling uneasy. This guy had to have been doing something? What if he took you back to his place? What if he was having his fun with you? What if…

The door unlocking caught the attention of the twins. You came in, looking just as you did when you left. No hair was out of place, no makeup smudges. You looked perfect and most importantly, you looked untouched.

But they wouldn't take any chances.

The way the twins were sat was like two mafia bosses waiting for a meeting. They even flicked the light on when you walked in. The way they stared you down was like a predator waiting to pounce. Fred was the first to speak up.

“You’re finally home, love. What took you so long?”

“Well, me and Matthew were at that club. We didn’t think we were there that long until we left”

Both of the twins tensed at Matthews name, as if a sour taste lingered on their tongues from your words. George got up and stalked towards you, his fingers wrapping around your wrist in a surprisingly tender touch despite the situation.

“You’ve been spending so much time with him, baby. Maybe it's time you spent a little time with us. You won't be thinking about Matthew once we’re done”

He moved quicker than you, pulling you to the bedroom with Fred trailing behind you both. Your hands were itching to remove your dress, to pull off your underwear and show your boyfriends what they wanted to see. You knew that the twins were jealous, it was as plain as the nose on their faces. But sometimes stirring the pot led to sex that was too good to pass up.

Fred tugged your dress up, bunching it around your hips while George kneeled before you and pushed your underwear to the side. He didn’t touch you, he just stared at you soaked folds.

“Did Matthew make you this wet? Were you giving him those cute little ‘fuck me’ eyes? Have you been a whore all night”

Fred’s hand moved from your rumpled dress and up your sternum, keeping you pressed against his chest. His lips ghosted across your ear.

“Answer Georgies question, slut”

You had to resist the urge to rub your thighs together, to give your clit the friction and attention that you’d been craving from them. And to get that attention, you’d have to bend to their will.

“S’not for Matthew, it's for you. I don’t want him. I need you guys”.

Fred and George shared a look, as if asking one another how long to prolong your suffering for. They could edge you all night if they pleased, or they could overstimulate you until you were nothing but a crying mess. Fred was the one who decided your fate.

“You need us? Prove it and take it”

Fred pulled you to the bed where he laid down first and tugged you by the hand to lay on him, your back to his chest. Your underwear was pushed down your legs just enough to grant the twins access. George could tell what Freds plan was, as always. That's why he got the bottle of lube from the nightstand.

You caught wind of their plan when you felt the familiar cold gel on your tight hole, making you squirm. Freds hands on your hips put a stop to that. His hands slid down under you and the familiar sounds of a belt buckle rattling and a zipper filled your ears. Fred pushed the tip of his cock against the ring of muscle, not stopping until it gave way and his tip was inside. George stroked your cheek, noticing the small twitch in your features from the slight pain that followed.

Fred kept pushing, stretching your hole around his shaft until he bottomed out. Tears gathered in your eyes and slipped down your cheeks, leaving a black trail from your mascara. George took a step back, admiring the sight of his brother's cock stretching your tightest hole. Freds arms stayed around your torso, pinning you against him.

George unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out before taking his rightful place between your thighs. He tapped the head of his cock on your clit, making your shudder and whine. He could see how each tap made your hole clench and it only made him chuckle.

“You like it, love? Can see how you’re squeezing Freddies cock. Maybe next time you need punishing, I’ll spank that sensitive little clit till you’re soaking wet”

When he started pushing inside, you already felt stuffed. Your mind numbed into a blissful state where only the pleasure they were giving you mattered. The twins bottomed out, enjoying how tight you felt. Fred’s hands moved back to your hips, moving you and down for their pleasure. All you could do was lie there and let them use you.

In that moment, you became a toy for their pleasure. You took everything they gave you without complaining.

The twins thrusts got quicker and sloppier the closer they got. Their need to cum overtaking everything else. Their cocks seemed to pulse and swell before they came, making it feel like you were being stretched further. Freds arms tightened around you while George gripped your hips, leaving bruises identical to his hand prints. Fred panted in your ear.

“You wanna be full, baby? Ask nicely and we’ll cum inside you. And if you cum before us, Georgie might just make good on his promise to spank your pretty pussy”

A whine slipped from your lips and your eyes darted up to Georges. Your expression turned to one of need and a begging pout.

“Please Georgie, Freddie. I want you both, I need it. Please cum inside me. I want only you two”.

That admission of your submission to only them was all it took. Your pretty begging was such an ego boost. Their cum spilled from their cocks, painting your walls and leaving their mark inside of you. But they wouldn't leave you unsatisfied for long.

Fred trailed his hand between your thighs, finding your clit between your folds and giving it a harsh spank. A squeal escapes your lips and your legs jolt, trying to close around George's hips. Freds spanks remain harsh and insistent. Like he’s trying to make you cum from this alone…which you do.

Your body shudders as your orgasm floods your body, slick gushing from your hole. The twins held you steady, Fred spanks turning to circles to work you through your orgasm until that pleasure bordered on oversensitive pain.

George slowly pulled out before making his way to the bathroom, leaving you in Freddies arms. Freds hands stroked your skin, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your head. He slowly sat you both up and pulled his cock slowly from your hole, admiring the way it stayed stretched and the way his seed slowly started to leak out.

When he heard George's voice, he picked you up gently in his arms and carried you into the bathroom, where George had run a hot bath filled with bubbles for you. Rough sex may have been the twins forte, but aftercare was one of their favourite aspects of said rough sex. They got to look after you, comfort you, and give you all the kisses and cuddles your fucked out little brain could ever need.

Fred helped you to remove the last of your clothing before gently lowering you into the bath, but not before pressing a chaste but tender kiss to your forehead. The way they looked at you was like admiration. As if they were admiring the Mona Lisa or a statue of Aphrodite. They looked at you as if you were the most beautiful and precious thing on this earth.

Because to them, you were.

[marsmaximoff]

🏛️ emperor caracalla ; headcanons ⋆₊𐕣˚𖤐 ݁｡☽

content warning: fem!reader. mentions of blood, killing and sickness, cheating, possessiveness, toxicity. idk if there’s anything else.

word count: 0.7k

author’s note: first time writing headcanons, so constructive criticism is welcomed. and english is my third language so please bear with me. i apologize for any mistake 🙏🏻 also, i’m unlocking a new obsession, so i needed to write for caracalla asap. i’m gonna write for other fred characters too because that man has me down bad. that’s it! enjoyyy! <3

emperor caracalla is a menace with an insane duality and you know that better than anyone

we have 1) mad ruler with an insatiable thirst for blood

you ALWAYS go to the games

he demands wants you there with him

(not like you have much choice being married to him)

but still, he loves to know you’re there. mostly because he actually enjoys sharing his passion and spending time with you. buuut, also because he REALLY likes to show you off. (you love seeing him all giggly clapping and yelling tho)

and let me tell you, he takes every opportunity to do so. to remind everyone that you’re his. and to brag in front of his pretty much unmarried brother.

i’m talking hand rubbing your thigh when sitting by his side (he does it absentmindedly, it’s genuinely cute), arm around your waist during feasts, sitting on his lap when watching combats, theatre or any sort of entertainment and a ton of PDA.

both of them are possessive, but he is more subtle, not as straightforward

regarding Geta, you two have an… odd relationship. he’s thankful there’s someone else to deal with his brother’s madness. but he’s suspicious of your intentions. tho jealous.

some would even say not only of the marriage itself…

caracalla knows, and absolutely feeds on it. he finally has something that belongs to him and only him

god forbid someone doesn’t get it

Dondus has grown to adore you. you’re like his other parent -he’s adopted you as such.

squeaks at you and happily climbs your arm to rest on your shoulder

loves using your braids as little ladders

and snuggling against your neck too

he’s just so cute can u tell i love him :3

anyways

and 2) sappy child

he follows you around like a puppy

you hate it when he gets overwhelmed, he tends to hide and isolate himself

you end up acting like his mother

gets insecure of his real face and keeps it from you

needs a lot of reassurance

the guards always look for you when he has an outburst

your touch and presence are the only things that ground him

LOVES LOVES LOVES cuddling

clings to you like he needs you to breathe

good luck waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom 💀

play with his hair and he’s GONE

big on pet names

to you is always “my love” “my dear” “my darling” “my wife” “my empress”

emphasis on the “my”

everything’s fine with him but “sweet boy” makes him melt

and obviously “my emperor” cause it makes him feel powerful

and compliments too

spoils and pampers the shit out of you

jewels, clothes, animals, entertainers, you name it

absolutely whipped

loves kissing

now, it can’t all be a fairytale 😞

sometimes you feel like he loves Dondus more than you

and it seems that some men being forced to kill each other brings him more happiness than you ever could

he can switch from sad to angry in a matter of seconds and sometimes his sudden change of tone and expressions startles you

🚩 🚩🚩

being married to a sick man is hard

many palace servants and guards feel bad for you

paranoid

thinks you don’t love him anymore and are going to leave him quite often

obsessive

if you say something that feels ‘off’ to him get ready for an intense interrogation

possessive and extremely jealous

cause why the fuck where you laughing with some random man?

he’d threaten to kill him and would probably get rough with you

hates other people touching you

gets violent

has hurt you before during one of his fits

regrets it afterwards but has a hard time apologizing

would probably be unfaithful. i know, i hate it too 🥲

over all i think he wouldn’t be that bad of a husband, like it could be way worse

and i say he could genuinely love you, it just wouldn’t be the healthiest of loves

but you can try to fix him girl ✨✨

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Door.6 ~ Scrolling through winter ~

Simon Kalivoda x girlfriend!reader

warning : fluff, kissing

Summary : Just because Shadyside didn't have the best reputation, was constantly having accidents and being murdered for as long as you could remember doesn't mean you can't have fun. Especially when someone shows up at your door and brings the warmth.

info : I just love Fred Hechinger, he is so cute, not only as Caracalla but especially as Simon, have fun reading :)

masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In winter it is dark, cold and above all dangerous something that hardly played a role for the sunny side the winter there was mild, just enough days off and enough fun for everyone.

On the dark side, however, Shadyside had its hands full trying not to drown in snow, the roads too covered, the wind too icy and the icicles had already claimed a few injuries.

It was a merciless winter, the only good thing was that parents could drag themselves to work if they could, and high school students rarely had time off, but it was the season of mercy.

Even if you have time off out there, you're going to get yourself killed, she thought, looking out of the kitchen window onto the street, the snow was already clearing and she could hear the wind whistling.

Shivering, she reached for the kettle, the bubbling of which had diminished, and made herself a hot, warming fruit tea to perhaps get into the Christmas spirit.

But it only brought a sigh as she went back to her room and puffed on the cup, missing her friends, missing the local Christmas market and most of all wishing to see Simon again, ,,What are you doing I'm cold” she said out loud as she tapped the keys of her computer that had eaten all her summer vacation salary.

She had been texting with Simon over here since this morning and the day before and before that, the phone network had its hands full trying to get through in the snow and apart from a rustle she could hear him.

His reply made her smile “Waiting for your hot love” was written there and she missed his warmth, his hugs and the kiss he always pressed on her cheek.

The writing between the two of them dragged on for hours and her mood became increasingly depressed, as beautiful as the winter was, the more she missed him...until the moment when the doorbell rang on her front door that evening.

Dinner was over and her parents were lying on the couch, she decided to open the door and looked at a snow-covered Simon, ,,Sweetheart, I've finally made my way to you" he said and gave her a hug. It didn't matter that he looked half like a snowman with all the white flakes caught in his tangled hair, a sweet sight.

Even now he seemed warm and she returned the gesture, wiping the snow off his clothes and taking his face in hers to place a kiss on his lips, ,,My brave Simon" she replied, wanting to pull him into the warmth, which he gratefully accepted.

After half a lie and excuse, her steady boyfriend showed up in such a snowstorm that she took him with her and his hand never left her, too long ago it seemed that he had held it. For him, there was nothing warmer than their shared love.

A few minutes of patting him on the head to make the snow go aways, making a warm cup of tea and wrapping him in a blanket, they sat together on her bed, ,,I couldn't leave my love alone," he said as he took a sip of the tea and opened the blanket and she came to him, cuddling up and feeling him play with a strand of her hair.

,,My sweet snowman,” she joked, letting her hand wander over his, sensing the smirk and hearing the relaxed breathing that was no longer clenched by the cold.

The smell of fruit, past smoke, and cookies they were nibbling on lingered in the air as she lay in his lap, hands entwined and they just listened and listened and kissed over and over.

Maybe winter in Shadyside wasn't so bad after all, especially when you were reunited with your love.

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@potatoesenpaii , @hechingerquinn , @simonsrealwife , @cottoncandiescupcakes , @myromanempire81

@bel0ved-heretic

[wethotcrazy]

ON A RANDOM TEUSDAY NIGHT

pairing: Ollie Bearman x F1 Academy Driver! Reader

word count: 1792

this was just super cute in my head i hope you guys think so too.

Ollie Bearman stood in the bustling paddock, his helmet dangling loosely from his hand. The familiar roar of engines and the acrid smell of tires burning against asphalt filled the air, but his mind was far from the track. His gaze lingered on her—YN, who stood a few meters away, animatedly chatting with one of their mechanics. Her laughter carried over the noise, light and carefree, and Ollie felt the now-familiar tightening in his chest.

She’d always had that effect on him. From the very first time he met her on a karting track years ago, her fiery determination and quick wit had captivated him. Back then, they were just kids with big dreams and even bigger egos, battling it out for podiums. He wasn’t sure when his competitive admiration had turned into something deeper. Maybe it was the way she celebrated her victories with unrestrained joy or the way she consoled him after a bad race without a hint of condescension. Whatever it was, it had only grown stronger as they climbed through the ranks together.

And now, as he prepared to step into Formula 1 with a rookie seat for Haas and YN geared up for her debut in the Formula 1 Academy, Ollie realized he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was in love with her.

“Bearman, you’re staring again,” a familiar voice teased. Ollie jolted out of his thoughts to see his Prema teammate, Fred, smirking at him.

“Am not,” Ollie muttered, his ears turning red.

Fred raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Sure, mate. Just try not to make it too obvious. You’re like a puppy following her around.”

Ollie groaned, shoving Fred lightly on the shoulder. “Shut up.”

“Hey, don’t worry. She probably thinks you’re just being your usual, annoyingly nice self,” Fred added with a grin.

That was the problem, wasn’t it? YN did think he was just being nice. She’d always been oblivious to the way his heart raced whenever she smiled at him or how he fumbled his words around her. To her, Ollie was just a good friend, someone she could count on in this cutthroat world of motorsport.

“Earth to Ollie,” YN’s voice cut through his thoughts, and he realized she was suddenly right in front of him, her helmet tucked under her arm.

“Uh, hey!” he said, a little too quickly.

“You ready for the simulator session, or are you too busy zoning out?” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Ollie tried to play it cool, shrugging. “I was just... mentally preparing. You know, visualization.”

“Right.” YN smirked, clearly not buying it. “Well, if your visualization involves staring off into space, I think I’m safe to beat you again.”

He laughed, falling into step beside her as they walked toward the team’s trailer. It was moments like these that Ollie cherished the most—easy banter, shared jokes, the kind of connection that came from years of friendship.

But it wasn’t enough. Not anymore.

As they settled into the simulator room, YN shot him a competitive grin. “Ready to lose?”

Ollie grinned back, masking the butterflies in his stomach. “Not a chance.”

The session flew by, with both of them trading times and trash talk. By the end, YN had edged him out by a mere tenth of a second, and she celebrated with a dramatic fist pump.

“Admit it, Bearman. I’m just better,” she said, her cheeks flushed from excitement.

“Luck,” he retorted, though his grin betrayed him.

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” she shot back, ruffling his hair as she walked past him.

It was such a simple, casual gesture, but Ollie’s heart skipped a beat. He watched her leave, his resolve hardening. He couldn’t keep pretending that he was okay with just being her friend.

“Hey, YN,” he called out, his voice stopping her in her tracks. She turned, tilting her head curiously.

“What’s up?”

Ollie hesitated for a fraction of a second, the words on the tip of his tongue. I like you. I’ve liked you for years.

But all he managed was, “Good luck with the F1 Academy test next week. You’re going to crush it.”

Her face lit up with a smile, and she walked back toward him, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Thanks, Ollie. That means a lot.”

As she walked away again, he let out a frustrated sigh. Fred’s words echoed in his mind—a puppy following her around.

He needed to tell her. Soon. Before they both raced off into their separate futures. Before it was too late.

But for now, he could only watch her walk away, his heart pounding in time with the hum of the engines around them.

Ollie Bearman had a problem—a persistent, heart-thumping, words-stuck-in-his-throat kind of problem. And her name was YN.

Over the years, he’d tried everything to tell her how he felt. Subtle hints, not-so-subtle hints, moments that felt perfect in his head but fell apart the second they happened. It wasn’t for lack of trying; Ollie just seemed to have a knack for sabotaging himself whenever the opportunity arose.

There was the time he invited her to a supposedly "quiet dinner" after a long day at the track. He’d booked a cozy Italian restaurant, the kind of place with soft lighting and tiny tables meant for whispered conversations. YN had walked in, all smiles and obliviousness, and promptly started chatting about strategy for their next race. Before Ollie could steer the conversation toward his feelings, Fred and two other teammates had “coincidentally” shown up, loudly ordering pizza and plopping themselves down at their table. Ollie had glared at them, but YN didn’t seem to mind the sudden crowd, laughing and joking like it was the best night ever.

Then there was the time he suggested they “explore the city” during an off weekend. He’d imagined them walking along quiet streets, maybe even holding hands if he was brave enough. But YN had turned it into a full-blown sightseeing tour, complete with maps and recommendations from her social media followers. By the end of the day, they’d been joined by a group of fans who recognized them, and Ollie had spent the evening taking photos instead of confessing his feelings.

Even his teammates were in on it now. Fred and the others took every opportunity to drop hints.

“YN, you know Ollie’s been talking about you all week,” Fred had said one afternoon, not-so-discreetly winking at Ollie.

“Oh, yeah?” YN replied, raising an eyebrow at Ollie.

He’d panicked, blurting out, “Just about how fast you’ve gotten recently!”

Fred had rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of his head.

It all came to a head on a random Tuesday night. Ollie hadn’t planned anything special; he was just dropping by YN’s flat with Chinese takeout after they’d both had grueling days at the simulator. It was supposed to be a casual hangout, like so many they’d had before.

YN opened the door in sweatpants and a messy bun, her face lighting up at the sight of him. “You’re a lifesaver,” she said, grabbing the bags of food from his hands. “I’m starving.”

They sprawled out on her couch, cartons of noodles and spring rolls spread across the coffee table. The TV played softly in the background, though neither of them was paying much attention.

“So,” YN said between bites, “how’s F1 prep going? Ready to be a big shot?”

Ollie chuckled, though his heart wasn’t in it. “Yeah, it’s exciting. Nerve-wracking, but exciting.” He glanced at her, his stomach twisting. “What about you? Academy’s a big deal.”

She shrugged, brushing a stray noodle off her lap. “I’m excited, but it’s hard not to think about how different things will be. You in F1, me still working my way up. Feels like we’re finally splitting off after all these years.”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. That was the last thing he wanted—to drift apart, to become just another chapter in each other’s racing stories.

He set down his carton, his appetite suddenly gone. “YN…”

She looked up, her brow furrowing. “What’s up?”

This was it. No more excuses, no more interruptions.

“I… I need to tell you something,” he said, his voice steady but his hands gripping his knees. “I’ve been trying to tell you for ages, but I always chicken out or something gets in the way.”

Her expression softened, curiosity replacing confusion. “Okay. Tell me.”

Ollie took a deep breath, his heart hammering so loud he was sure she could hear it. “I like you. I’ve liked you since we were kids in karting. And it’s not just because we’ve spent so much time together or because you’re an amazing driver, though you are. It’s… it’s everything. The way you light up when you talk about something you love, the way you always make people around you feel like they belong. You’re kind, and fierce, and you make me feel like I can do anything just by being there.”

The words spilled out faster than he could think, but he didn’t stop. “And I know I’ve been awful at showing it, and you probably think I’m just your dumb, overly nice friend who brings you noodles and crashes your sightseeing trips, but I—”

“Wait,” YN interrupted, holding up a hand.

Ollie froze, his heart sinking. This is it. She’s going to tell me she doesn’t feel the same.

But instead of looking shocked or awkward, YN was… laughing. Not a mocking laugh, but a soft, incredulous one.

“Ollie,” she said, setting down her food and shifting closer to him. “You think I don’t know how much you care? I mean, sure, I thought you were just naturally sweet, but…” She trailed off, her cheeks tinged pink. “I guess I never thought you’d actually feel the same way I do.”

Ollie blinked. “Wait, what?”

YN smiled, and it was the kind of smile that made all the failed attempts and awkward moments worth it. “I like you too, you idiot.”

For a moment, neither of them said anything, the weight of the unspoken finally lifted. Then Ollie broke into a grin so wide it hurt.

“So… does this mean I finally get to take you on a proper date?”

YN laughed, nudging his shoulder. “You mean not one that turns into a group hangout or a sightseeing tours?”

“Exactly.”

“Then yeah,” she said, her voice warm. “I’d like that.”

As the night wore on, the food grew cold, and the TV played forgotten in the background. But neither of them cared. For the first time, the words they’d left unsaid were finally out in the open, and everything else could wait.

[missetbilu]

KEEPING A CLOSE EYE*

perv!fred weasley x fem!reader, smut

when fred overhears you and the girls chit chatting about boys that you fancy, he can’t keep his mind from wandering, nor his hand.

warnings: perv concept, jerking off

"Come on, Y/N, there's gotta be someone you fancy." Ginny elbowed you, trying to get a response.

Angelina, Hermione, Ginny and yourself were in your favorite little spot in the library. A very secluded area, where you could study, sneak in some food, talk, without prying eyes or ears.

Although in that afternoon, you were not very much enjoying the topic of choice. Boys. Too shy to come clean about your little crush, you would much rather gossip or even focus on the charms essay due next week than engage in the conversation. But the girls were not having it.

"Yeah, even Hermione admitted to being completely, head over heels, in love with Ron." Angelina teased.

"Hey!" The girl blushed and looked away for a second, but curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the argument. "She's right tho, you're the only one left."

"I just don't think of any guy here like that."

"In this castle full of boys, you expect me to believe not even a single one of them is your type?" Ginny said.

"Unless you're into girls."

"I'm not." You laughed at Angelina's curious expression. "I like men."

"Then name one you would" Hermione stopped herself mid sentence, suddenly a bit shy, "...you know."

"Fuck?" Angelina completed her thought and they all laughed, Hermione also shushing her and looking around to make sure they were alone.

"Alright." You took a deep breath and tried to sound as nonchalant as you possibly could. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

"Aw dude, are you serious?" Ginny's disappointment was so clear in her face that the three other girls bursted out laughing.

"Shhh, guys, I don't wanna get kicked out." Hermioned said between giggles.

"Sorry, babe, but this was too good not to laugh at." Angelina responded, still chuckling.

"Too good? All my friends wanna fuck my brothers."

And you all fell into laughter again.

-

It had been a week since Fred discovered that spot of yours to hang out. Whenever you and the girls disappeared from his sight, he would get anxious, wondering where you might be.

Until the day he was looking for a potions book, but found something far better: you.

He managed to hide in the corridor next to the one where the group of girls would sit on the floor and chit chat. Usually he took no interest in the conversations you would have. But not that day. Throughout the whole week he listened to each silly subject the girls brought up, only paying attention to the sound of your angelic voice when you made a comment. That day it was different. Once the tables turned from homework to guys you fancied, Fred felt his heart skip a beat.

He was nervous, his palms becoming sweaty as each of the girls rambled about one boy after the other. He barely listened to the guys his sister brought up, nor to the mentions of his brothers. What mattered most to him was what you were going to say. He was so afraid of hearing another man's name fall out of your pretty lips; so afraid you would confess to feeling attracted to someone else.

But he was also infatuated with the possibility of his name being the one in your mind. You quietly listened to what your friends had to say, too scared to say something yourself, Fred saw that in your expression as he tried to eye your figure from the place where he was hiding. Just thinking about it, being him the person you kept yourself from mentioning, made his trousers feel a bit too tight. His hand travelled down to his growing bulge, but he didn't move it, he didn't want to risk not hearing you.

Your silence allowed his imagination to run wild. Maybe this whole thing got her thinking about how good I would fuck her, and she's afraid of sharing those filthy thoughts. He stroked his cock once, over the fabric of his clothes. Or perhaps she's so lost in the desire of getting filled up with my cum, she didn't even notice how quiet she's been... oh fuck... He did it again and had to hold back a moan.

Fred knew he shouldn’t, but it was as if he had no control over his actions. His hand slipped past his boxers and he stroked his dick, trying so hard to imagine it was you doing it.

Has she ever had a wet dream with me? He wondered. She would wake up sweaty and out of breath. Her panties are completely damp, but it's not because of the sweat, it's arousal. I bet she would be embarrassed, looking around the dorm to see if the other girls are sleeping, before she goes under the covers and... He gasps quietly, his hands going a bit faster now. And she lets her hand touch her dripping cunt... He bites his lip to stop himself from cursing. Her sweet fingers would tease her clit and she wouldn't be able to stop a moan of my name from coming out.

"Alright." When the word left your mouth he slowed down his movement, focusing on the head of his member. It was almost painful the way he teased his tip, trying to pay attention to what you were about to say. He even held his breath, that and the expectation making him even more sensitive. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

Fred was really thankful for the loud laughter of the group that followed your confession, because the minute he heard your sugary voice saying his name, it was too much. He came in his hand with a low grunt.

He didn't listen to anything said after that. He didn't move or took his hand off of his trousers. He was in shock. As much as he wanted that outcome, it felt unreal now that it happened. He had imagined how you would sound saying you fancied him, what words you would choose and what exactly would be the look on your face. But none of it compared to the reality of it all.

You, such a perfect picture of beauty, intelligence, kindness. The most incredible, endearing and angelical woman he had ever set his eyes upon, out of all people, wanted him.

Fred waited until you all had left to pick himself up from his spot on the floor and attempt to use some spells and his robes to hide the stain in his pants. He did a good job, it wasn't too noticeable, but deep down he didn't care. There was something, or rather someone, much more important in his mind.

He stood in front of the corridor where you had been just a few minutes before. "I guess Fred is kind of cute." That played in his head over and over again, like a broken record. And Fred definitely didn't want to fix it.

[desideriumwriter]

Anyone But You | Chapter 15

Summary: You decide to pretend that nothing happened the last day you stayed at the burrow, have an awkward conversation with Fred, and hear some bothersome rumors.

WC: 1.7k

A/N: another shortie! but this next chapter is gonna be messyyyyyy so lock in, also merry (late) christmas!

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You left the night you kissed Fred. Deciding it would be the best to run away from the awkward tension for now. 

You could at least prepare for the tension that would be there when you got back to school.

Though you tried your best to prepare. You still weren’t ready.

On the express back to Hogwarts, you sat with Angelina and Katie. Angelina left a few times to go see George.

You did your best to act like nothing had happened between Fred and you. Pretending like you never cried to him, again, slept in his bed, cuddled him, and kissed him.

Trying to convince yourself none of that happened. You planned to do this for the rest of your time at school. Maybe your entire life too.

You avoided any possible subject that would lead to bringing up the twins. 

You laid down on your seat in your booth anytime the memories became too much, you slept most of the ride to avoid them.

The Start-Of-Term Feast wasn’t too awkward as you expected. 

Of course, Angelina wanted to sit by George, her new boyfriend. Katie and you followed along and sat with the twins.

Surprisingly, you were able to make conversation with the both of them. Fred especially.

It seemed he had the same plan as you, to pretend like nothing happened between you too during Spring break.

Nothing happened. No crying in his arms, no snuggling in bed, no close moments in the kitchen, no kissing.

That was the plan for the both of you. But it showed you were both still thinking of those moments through the quick glances and looks you shared with each other.

Katie nor Angelina had caught any of them, or at least hopefully they hadn’t. You just really wanted to get back to your dorm and away from all this tension.

The rest of the first years that were chattering in the corner went up to their dorms. Leaving the only remaining people in the common room being Fred and you.

Fred was on the sofa, sketching something on a piece of parchment, his face extremely focused, the tip of his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth. It was kind of cute.

You were sitting on the chair opposite from the red leather sofa. Feet sitting on the cushion beneath you, reading a book that was laid against your knees. You weren’t tired yet, but you hoped this would make you sleepy.

Yet, you couldn’t stop looking over at Fred. Not being able to focus on the words on the pages for more than a minute at most, your eyes kept darting up to the redhead across from you.

This time, you were the first to speak.

“Already working on a new shop idea?” You half-joked from behind your legs. Fred looked away from the paper.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Just updating one of the firework ideas we had.” You hummed and nodded in response, looking back to your book.

“So, how was the rest of your break?” Fred spoke, going back to sketching.

“It was good. Fine. Yours?”

“Mine was good too.” Fred nodded. You wanted to scream, you were cringing in your skin at the amount of awkwardness between the two of you. 

You’d rather go back to him pissing you off than to deal with whatever this was for another minute.

You put your book down before blurting out your next few words.

“I…I missed you.” There’s no way those words just came out of your mouth. Your last year self would be gagging at the sight of this.

The sound of Fred’s quill scratching the paper ceased.

In your peripheral, you could see Fred look at you. Most likely some confused and surprised look on his face. 

You didn’t dare look at him, your eyes focused on fluttering flames from the fireplace.

“Yeah. I missed you too.” Fred took a minute before he spoke.

“I like you, Fred. More than I care to admit.“ Your eyes went wide at your sudden confession, wondering what the hell was making you say all this. 

“Oh. That’s…nice to hear.” Fred breathed out.

“I’ve been stopping myself from saying that for a while.” You let out a scoff of disbelief, looking down at your hands in your lap. 

The cogs were turning in Fred’s head, trying to figure out how to respond. You were unpredictable now that he wasn’t getting on your nerves, this was a struggle.

“What’s been stopping you?”

You opened your mouth and hesitated, then closed it. Waiting a moment before attempting to speak again.

“I don’t know. I think I’m just afraid.” You fiddled with your fingers.

 “Of what?” Fred pressed, you wished he wouldn't. You wished you never said anything at all.

“Of liking you too much.” There was a bigger word you could’ve used there instead of “like”, you were afraid to say that one too. 

You were denying that you felt that strongly.

“What’s so bad about that?” Fred shrugged, you hesitated to speak.

“I don’t know. It just feels…wrong.” You scratched at your arm. 

“Nothing wrong with someone being likable. You’re likable, surprisingly.” He teased, it earned a breathy chuckle out of you.

“Look at us, being friends and all nice to each other. After all the times I’ve been an asshole to you.” You let out a guilty smile as you finally looked up at him.

"I’ve never cared about any of that. I'm just glad we're not at each other's throats any more.” Fred shrugged, giving you such a heartwarming smile as he began to gather his things.

God, why was he so sweet? Why was he so sweet to you, out of all people?

“I also realized I never said thank you for…everything really. Getting me out of the crowd during the attack, the gifts, inviting me over.” You rubbed your hands down your face, the realization and guilt eating you alive.

“Thank you. For being so nice to me, I really don’t think I deserved any of it after how I’ve treated you.” You let out a nervous laugh, not finding anything amusing, just nervous as hell.

“Maybe, I think you’re just too pretty for me to be mean to. Goodnight, Y/N.” Fred said as he stood up, leaving the room and going up to his dorm before you could even fully process what he just said.

You guess your impulsive confession led to one from him as well.

You really tried not to be stuck on Fred’s words for the rest of the night, or next few days. He called you pretty. It made your chest tighten.

Things moved on normally, Fred and you were good enough at acting as if nothing happened between you to the point where it felt like nothing actually did. Though deep down, you both still could remember what your lips fell like pressed together.

Katie and Angelina, nor George or Lee ever caught on to those occasional glances. Actually, you wondered if George was ever told about it. George and him are twin brothers, of course they tell each other everything. He definitely knew.

You tried not to dwell on the thought of that as well.

You and Fred carried on with the act, talking to each other as if that secret yearning didn’t return in both your chests.

Later on, you started to believe Fred was moving on, or had moved on. His eyes didn’t linger on your face for too long anymore, he didn’t shoot those glances with a certain emotion behind them, maybe he’d just gotten good at pretending. Maybe he had moved on. Deep down, you really hoped it wasn’t the second possibility, you’d never admit that though.

Maybe Katie and Angelina not catching on wasn’t the best thing. 

Sure, they were already suspicious of your true feelings about Fred. But as of now, they had no idea that anything more than sharing a bed had happened.

Angelina and Katie walked together into your shared dorm, coming back from Quidditch practice tired, Angelina falling onto her bed as Katie was next to her, leaning on the nightstand. They greeted you and you looked up from your hunched over position above your textbook, seeing the lingering smirks on both girls' faces.

“Hey, what’s with the look?” You smiled and let out a confused laugh.

“I heard that Alicia has her eyes on someone.” Angelina sang, crossing her legs lazily over each other on her bed.

“Spinnet? No way, who?” You sat up straight, excited to hear gossip.

“Freddie Weasley.” Angelina grimaced, as if it pained her to say it. There was a strange twist in your stomach. 

This was probably another quip to try and get them to prove you had feelings for Fred, they wanted to see you jealous and then use it as evidence of you liking him.

“He’s definitely been eyeing her back too.” Katie whispered, as if she’d get caught saying it at a normal volume. There was a strange twist in your stomach. You made an unbothered face, playing it off.

“Fred can have his eyes for anyone he wants, it’s none of my concern.” You shrugged. Trying to ignore the feeling of a pit growing into your stomach.

“They were all over each other today. They’ve definitely got something going on.” Angelina let out a giggle, but then it faded when she caught your excited smile falter and go away, you swallowed and looked back down at your book.

“Leanne swore she saw them kissing in the-“ Katie was cut off by Angelina’s elbow hitting her in her side, Angelina widened her eyes at her for a second. Katie got the memo.

“That’s just a rumor though. She was probably just being dramatic, you know how she can be.” Katie let out a fake cough.

“It’s fine, really, I don’t care. Plus I don’t want the image of Fred shoving his tongue down a girl's throat. Or really the image of anybody doing that.” You scoffed, closing your textbook.

You hated that you cared. That you wanted to know if there was really something going on between Fred and Alicia.

You despised that twisting feeling in your stomach when you saw them talking in the hall. The way it twisted more when Alicia grazed her hand down his arm.

You were excited when Lee invited you to a party at his house that following weekend. Knowing that Katie and Angelina were going with made you comfortable.

It felt as if all that excitement was all wiped away when you heard Alicia ask Fred:

“You’re going to Lee's party this Saturday, right?”

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a place to belong — william j. moriarty x wife!reader

tags: fluff, family dynamics, comfort and care, short drabble

author: for rose from the ask here. i always love her little ideas lol, they're so cute. also, this is kinda funny because i had the freakiest rap playing in the bg while i wrote this 😭

"this will be your room for the next few days," william stated, pushing open a door to reveal a spacious chamber, warmly lit and outfitted with four small beds, each with a thick quilt. "make yourselves comfortable."

he turned to look at the children—a ragtag bunch, clothes tattered, face smudged with dirt and eyes wide with awe and cautiousness all at once. they limped as they stepped inside, blood slowly dousing the bandages they had just been treated with before coming here.

the eldest kid, perhaps twelve, stepped forward cautiously—taking a protective stance of the three kids behind. the kid audibly gulped, hesitation clear on her face before finally speaking. "...why are you helping us?"

william's gaze softened just slightly. "because i can."

before he could elaborate, a voice called from behind. "william? i thought i heard you come in—" you appeared at the doorway, clothed in your nightdress. your face swept over the scene, the wounded children clustered together, scared and looking like cornered animals, and softened. "and who are these little ones?"

"they've had a rough time," william smiled warmly at you, his expression becoming gentle upon seeing you. "i thought it would be best if they stay here while they recover."

"alright then." you said, nodding your head. you approached them slowly, before crouching to their level. "i'm (name). you'll be safe here, i promise." a pause, and then: "have you eaten?"

the youngest, a boy about six, shook his head. the others followed suit. "well," you got off your knees. "that won't do. let's see about getting you all fed. how does stew sound? louis has only made fresh bread today, too."

the children exchanged hesitant glances, but when the youngest nodded, the others followed—guarded faces easing a little.

over the next few days, your warmth had gradually brought them out of their shells. during the day, you led them through the gardens, and they all seemed impressed by flowers and herbs. even fred looked happy teaching them the names of the flora growing there. the children shared their meals with you, and at night—you read to them before they fell asleep.

the younger two children followed you like shadows while the older ones began to pepper you with questions about the manor and it's mysterious rooms that they weren't allowed in. they really thought of you as a mother figure—one time, the youngest one had even accidentally let the word slip, calling you 'mom'.

it was the younger girl who asked one evening, after supper. "can we see mr. william's study, mrs. (name)?"

the other children perked up at the idea, their curiosity plain and present on their faces. you paused, pretending to consider.

"his study?" you whispered, feigning shock. "hmmm, i'm not sure. that's where he keeps all his most serious and boring things. are you sure you children are ready for such a place?"

the young boy tugged on your sleeve—giving you the biggest puppy eyes. "...please, mrs. (name)?"

you had to bite the inside of your cheek to hide the grin that was creeping it's way up your face. you sighed theatrically. "alright, but you all must be very quiet. agreed?"

the study was dim and imposing, it's walls lined with shelves brimming with books, maps and strange instruments. the children tiptoed their way in, eyes wide as saucers.

"wow! look at this!" one of the girls whispered, pointing to a celestial globe on the desk. another flipped through a book of intricate mathematical diagrams, while the remaining two crowded around a large map pinned to one of the walls.

you moved among them, explaining what you knew. you picked up an item, pretending to use it—which made the children giggle. their innocent laughter rang softly through the room.

unbeknownst to them, william stood just outside the door—leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. he watched quietly, a faint and warm smile playing on his lips.

"mrs. (name)," one of the children curiously inquired, pointing at an item on the low shelf. "what's this thing?"

before you could answer, william cleared his throat. "that," he explained as he stepped inside of the room. "is an astrolabe."

the children flinched, caught in the act. they face him slowly, the youngest muttering a little "oops." you shrug your shoulders, speaking smoothly. "we were just.... admiring your collection."

"is that so?" william asked, raising an eyebrow but his tone was mild. he walked to his desk and picked up the celestial globe. "If you're going to explore, you might as well learn something."

he set the globe on the table and motioned for them to gather around. the children hesitated at first, but eventually crowded close as william began to explain the constellations. his voice was calm and patient and he seemed to take genuine satisfaction in their wide-eyed fascination, unable to stifle his soft laughs at the children's amused "ooh"s and "ah"s.

you leaned against one of the bookshelves, watching the scene unfold in front of you. warmly smiling your husband guide their little hands over the globe—it was an endearing sight.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

What is your ideal meet cute for Fred and George? Or mistaking them as the other meet cute? (I love the twins)

A/n: I too love the twins 🤭

•Fred Weasley•

It’s the first weekend trip to Hogsmeade of the year, and the chilly autumn air is bustling with students excited to visit the shops. The Three Broomsticks is packed to the brim, with nearly every table occupied and the bar swarming with people ordering butterbeers. You, however, have just managed to snag the last empty booth in the corner, cozy but big enough to share if someone asks. You’re lost in your own world, flipping through a book you brought along, sipping your butterbeer, and completely oblivious to the chaos around you.

Enter Fred Weasley, juggling three butterbeers and a handful of snacks, heading back to where George is waiting at a table,except someone else has taken their spot while he was away. Mildly annoyed but mostly amused by George’s lack of table-saving skills, Fred scans the room and spots your table.

“Excuse me,” he says, leaning down so you can hear him over the noise. You glance up, locking eyes with his freckled face and mischievous grin. “You wouldn’t mind sharing this table, would you? My dear brother seems to have failed me as a table guard.”

You blink, startled but too polite to refuse. “Sure, I guess. As long as you don’t spill anything on my book.”

Fred slides into the booth across from you, setting the butterbeers and snacks down. “Wouldn’t dream of it. What are you reading?”

You hold up the cover, and his eyes narrow as he dramatically scratches his head. “Ah, yes. ‘Advanced Potion-Making.’ Riveting stuff. Do you read this for fun or…?”

“It’s for Slughorn’s essay,” you reply, smiling faintly. “But thanks for the sarcasm. Very refreshing.”

"Ah must be a Ravenclaw..could be the answer to me never seeing you." Fred grins, leaning forward giving you a wink. "You’re welcome. Oh...how rude of me. I'm Fred, by the way. I’d shake your hand, but they’re covered in crumbs from these suspiciously addictive pastries and you are?”

"I am in fact a Ravenclaw and I do know how you are Weasley. I think everyone at Hogwarts knows you and your brother." Your lips twitched into a smile. "But I'm Y/n."You stated and before you know it, the butterbeers he was meant to take back to George have been long forgotten as the two of you start chatting. Fred’s quick wit has you laughing, and your dry comebacks seem to entertain him just as much.

Eventually, George finds him. “So this is where you disappeared to,” George says, arms crossed but smirking. “If you’re done flirting, Fred, our table’s open again.”

Fred barely glances at his twin. “Flirting? Please, George, I’m merely making a new friend. And besides,” he looks back at you, his eyes sparkling, “our table is much better company.”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth creep up your neck fiddling with the pages of the book. “You can go, you know. I won’t hold it against you.”

Fred shakes his head with a teasing grin. “I don’t think so. Someone has to make sure you don’t overwork yourself with all that potion-making nonsense. I’m staying right here.”

George rolled his eyes but the smile on his face showed he wasn't bothered by it as he gave his brother's shoulder a pat. "Alright mate...see ya back at Hogwarts."

And just like that, a chance encounter turns into the beginning of something far more exciting than a potions essay.

•George Weasley•

It’s the day before the school’s Halloween feast, and the Great Hall is buzzing with decorations being set up and students sneaking in early to help (or cause mischief). You’re perched on a ladder near one of the floating jack-o’-lanterns, carefully enchanting it to spit out harmless sparks in alternating colors. The first year's would love it and it's not like it's going to harm anyone.

Unbeknownst to you, George Weasley has decided this particular pumpkin is the perfect place to hide one of his new prank prototypes a harmless (mostly) enchanted bat that flutters out at random moments to scare passersby.

As you mutter the final part of your spell, the jack-o’-lantern suddenly jerks forward, shaking violently. Before you can react, a loud POP echoes, and a small bat leaps out, flapping wildly. Startled, you lose your balance and tumble off the ladder, your arms flailing as a small yelp escaped your lips.

Before you can hit the ground, a pair of strong arms catch you mid-fall. “Blimey, didn’t think you’d be part of the decorations too,” a voice teases as you’re set gently back on your feet. You turn to see George Weasley grinning at you, his freckled face brimming with amusement.

“That wasn’t funny!” you exclaim, though the heat creeping up your neck as you stepped a few feet away from him brushing off your skirt.

“Funny? No. Brilliant? Absolutely,” George replies with a mock bow. “I’ll take full credit for that bat well, unless it gets us both detention. In which case, it’s obviously my twin’s fault.” He gave you a wink.

You narrow your eyes at him but can’t help smiling as you fixed your yellow and black tie. “So you’re saying you sabotaged my perfectly good pumpkin just to test one of your pranks? Rude."

He gives a sheepish shrug, though the grin never leaves his face. “Sabotage is a strong word. I prefer ‘enhance.’...made it slightly better.Besides, it was a bit boring, don’t you think? Needed a little excitement.”

“You’re impossible,” you reply, shaking your head.

“But entertaining,” he counters, leaning against the ladder with a confident smirk. “Tell you what, I’ll help you fix it and maybe not rig any other pumpkins as long as you promise to join me at the feast tomorrow. Consider it my way of making it up to you.”

You blink at him, caught off guard by his forwardness. “You mean as an apology or because you think I’m gullible enough to trust you again?” You teased as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Bit of both,” he admits with a wink. “But I promise, no bats this time....pinky swear."

You can’t help but laugh. “Fine. But if you try anything else, you’ll be the one fixing all of the decorations.”

“Deal,” he says, offering his hand to shake, though the playful glint in his eyes suggests he’s far from done with his pranks.

And as you both set to work on repairing the pumpkin, you find yourself smiling more than you’d expected because maybe, just maybe, a little mischief isn’t so bad when it comes with a charming partner in crime, especially when he's as cute as George Weasley.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

IS THAT WRONG?

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George and you tend to sleep and cuddle in the same bed. Warning: none?

you always found it normal, it was like an instinct to you

you've been doing it since you were kids, and over the years it just felt natural.

it started when you first came to the Burrow, you guys were 8, Fred and George invited you over for a sleepover.

you played the whole day together and when it came to bedtime, Molly said you would probably have to take the couch as there was no more room.

But George said you could share his bed, so you climbed into his bed and he set up a pillow wall inbetween you both.

you were woken up by the sound of a loud thunder and the flashing lights of the lightning. It was an understatement to say you were scared of storms, you were terrified.

you woke up George by your light sobbing and he found you under the covers, shaking.

he removed the pillow wall and put them on the floor. he pulled you closer to him, whispering that you were ok and safe. that when he's there, nothing will be able to hurt you.

you latched yourself onto him and he held you in his arms. letting you fall asleep.

from then on, when there was a storm, he would hold you and make sure you felt safe.

when you got to Hogwarts, that didn't change, the first time it stormed in your first year, you tried your best to just sleep but you couldn't. so you went to his dorm room and opened the door, finding his bed and crawling in to it, curling up next to him.

the movement woke him up and he cursed, scared by someone in his bed with him suddenly

"I'm sorry" you apologised, explaining the storm.

he wrapped his arm around you and went back to sleep after telling you it was ok.

that morning he said that if there was a storm and you couldn't sleep, to just go there to him and he'll keep you safe.

later on throughout the years you often found yourself just going to his room anyway, it started off just because you couldn't sleep, then because you felt like it, now it's just because you like it.

you like feeling safe and protected in his arms. you liked feeling his warmth and comfort. you liked it, and he liked it too, he, on the rare occasion will come to your room to sleep with you if you didn't go to his.

you and George's roommates didn't mind at first. in the first few years they thought it was cute, you guys found comfort in each other, they found it sweet.

but now that you're in your 6th year, they began to find it odd.

weird, even. I mean your friend Angie, who you shared a room with thought it was still cute, but that's because she found the idea of you two together cute. but she still felt like it was weird. and something about it was wrong.

you guys weren't together, it was only platonic, but the way you two entwined with each other while sleeping was strange to say the least, but you and George didn't think that.

even when you had a boyfriend for a bit in your 5th year, you still went to George in the night.

neither of you ever questioned it.

so when Fred finally brought it up with his twin, George grew curious and confused. there was nothing wrong with it.

"what do you mean it's weird?" George questioned his brother

"friends don't do that type of thing" Fred informed him "it's just not- it's odd"

"it's not odd, it's normal" George shrugged

"it would be normal if you were dating, not if you're only friends" Fred tries reasoning

"we're best friends" George corrected

"that doesn't make it any better- you know what, forget I said anything" Fred sighed

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George thought about that for the rest of the day. was it really that weird, or was it just Fred that thought that?

so when he heard you come into his room that night, softly walking towards his bed, he started wondering.

he watched your figure crawl into his bed and curl up next to him

"hey" he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled into his chest

"hey, Georgie" you whispered

he looked down as you tangled your legs with his, your hand in his hair.

he stared at you, the moon hitting your figure perfectly.

he drew shapes on your side with his fingers gently, hearing you hum at the contact. he smiled down at you as you rested.

after a while of thinking about it, George wanted to discuss it with you

"hey Y/n?" he shifted, getting more comfortable, you groaned in protest before humming in response.

"is it wrong?" he questioned.

you moved, moving your hand from his hair, eyes remaining closed

George felt bad, you were just trying sleep and he was laying there, admiring you, wondering why you two do this.

"is what wrong, Georgie?" you grumbled

"this"

you fell silent, and he wondered if you fell asleep

"Love?" he nudged you

"huh?" you whined

"do you think it's weird that we sleep together?" he interrogated quietly.

you moved away from him, opening your eyes as you yawned

"do you?" you inquired tiredly

"no" he responded shortly

"then why are you asking?" you frowned

"I don't know, you don't think it's wrong?" he leaned up, supporting himself on his elbows

"well now I'm starting to" you rubbed your eyes

you both went quiet for a moment, making it awkward

"I'll just stop coming over then, if that makes you feel better" you removed the covers and starting getting up off of his bed, he reached up and grabbed your wrist

"no, no, I like it. come back" he pulled you back into his bed. he put the covers over you and held onto you, resting his head on your chest

"I don't know, Fred was saying it wasn't normal. that friends shouldn't do this. it's a couples thing" he told you. he felt your hands in his hair again, and he felt himself begin to relax.

"well then you should know what to do" you shrugged

you weren't gonna deny your feelings for him, after all the late nights where he would hold you and tell you he's there for you, you couldn't help but wish you guys were something more

luckily, George always felt the same deep down, how could he not. the way you curled up next to him, your hand resting on his chest, right on his heart. it made his heart beat faster, and he was sure you could feel it.

"what should I do?" he questions cluelessly

"you should ask her out, that's what" you heard Fred but in from his bed

"Fred?" George sat up, looking over to his brothers friend

"don't try to deny it. you both fancy each other." the older twin said casually as he turned in his bed

you and George both looked at each other, seeing the love and care in your eyes.

"do you- uh, Hogsmeade? t-"

"yes" you cut him off, smiling up at him. he smiled back, laying back doing, holding you in his arms.

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[littleoddwriter]

can't believe Instagram waited until today to show this video to me... this is just too cute! their brotherly bond during the Gladiator II press tour was palpable, and I love it so much. <3

[video description: a short ten second clip of actor Paul Mescal at the Gladiator 2 premiere in London. he says, "I would trust Fred Hechinger not just to defend me, but with my entire life, all of my secrets, and everything that I possess," while a clip of them laughing together during the Gladiator 2 press tour is shown to underline this bond they share, all while swelling music is playing. it ends with a photo of both actors together at the premiere with some red heart emojis edited over it. end video description]

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[yupthisisshe]

The Best Present is Love - Ron Weasley x gn! Reader

Warning: feelings of inadequacy; mild cursing (in my writing, not actually spoken by them and it’s only once)

A/N: we get a little angsty during holiday celebrations but I swear it’s resolved at the end; we get kinda sappy cause that's how I roll

You went to his room to find him and, sure enough, there he was, sat off the side of his bed producing a melancholy you could sense from his doorway. One of the gifts he received during the gift exchange sat in his hands as he stared at it, his mind clearly elsewhere. He hadn’t even noticed you at the door until you spoke.

“Hey Ron,” you said, informing him of your presence, “What’s up?”

“Oh just, looking at my gift from George and Fred. It’s surprisingly harmless,” he tells you, looking up at you with a bit of a smile. As soon as these words leave his mouth, he looks back down, under the guise of inspecting his brothers’ gift to him. But he’s not hiding anything from you. You saw him just now. He’s upset about something. Whether or not he’ll tell you right now is a different story.

“Yeah, better look out,” you say with a nudge. “But really,” you say, looking into his eyes, “what’s up?” As you say this, he looks back into your eyes. Caught off guard at first, but then giving a surrendering and soft look, and almost sort of smile.

“Should’ve known I can't hide much from you,” Ron says.

“No,” you say, cupping his face and applying a gentle kiss to it, “you can’t. So tell me, sweetheart. What’s bothering you? What's wrong?” you ask, still holding his face ever so tenderly, with so much love in your eyes. He could feel it, and so he shared his qualms with you.

“I’m afraid that you may not like it here, with my family.” You look at him, puzzled. He senses the question “Why?” occupying your mind right now. However, rather than interrupt, you chose to kneel down in front of him and wait for him to speak at his own pace. You placed your hands in his lap to comfort him and give him the opportunity to fiddle with your fingers if he wished. He did. “S’ just that, we’re so messy and- and loud and, well, we are far from perfect and we aren’t like other pureblood families and-” You stood up, and Ron stopped talking. He wasn’t sure why you stood up. He thought that maybe all he had done was mess up, and you realized he was right and he should've never said anything and-

Oh. You were hugging him.

You stood there, cradling him, and he just accepted it. He didn’t try to deny anything, he just accepted your embrace and care, left himself bare to you, and you took him in for all he was, you took his family in for all it was, and you loved it. Most of all -well you honestly could hardly just pick one thing- but you loved how much love there was within the Weasley household. And as for Ron, you loved him. You loved his hair, his eyes, his cute little nose, his body heat, and the way he always ran warm so you'd snuggle him in the common room when you studied and you were cold. Or even when you weren’t cold. You loved how he would occasionally complain that it was “too bloody hot” but would hold you tight as soon as you made any motion of leaving. You loved his sarcasm and -as much as you wanted to smack him sometimes (lovingly, of course)- you loved his smart remarks. You loved the way he could and would confidently state the obvious as if it were a new revelation of sorts. And although it could be frustrating at times, even his tendency to be rather dense was cute at times. You especially loved how sweet he was to you. You knew that he would let the world burn if it meant that the people he loved were protected, and that included you. You felt the same way about him.

“Ron,” you looked at him sweetly and then continued, “I love it here.”

“You… do?” He looked genuinely confused.

“I love it here too, Ron. I love the love that flows through this house. I love the chaos. I love the lively energy and how there’s never a dull moment —especially when George and Fred are bored. I love how each person in your family is so unique —you and the twins included— and how everyone has such a strong personality- yes, you included!” you added with a smile as you gripped his shoulders strongly but not roughly. “I always have an amazing and wonderful time here and I wouldn’t change anything about it.” This time it was Ron who pulled you into his grip. The hug was strong and firm and full of emotion and unspoken words. Unsaid, but understood all the same. That was another thing you loved about him -two actually: his bear hugs and the fact that even though he couldn’t always express himself in words, he made damn sure you knew he loved you and appreciated you. And you made sure he knew you loved and appreciated him just as much.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

what’s this?

pair: Fred Weasley x reader

requested by anonymous

could you do fred with a reader whose been hiding that she still sleeps with her lovey stuffed animal from when she was a baby and how Fred reacts :))

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You and Fred were getting ready for bed, and you tried to hide the nervousness bubbling up inside you. It had been an amazing day with him, full of laughter and teasing, but now the thought of him discovering your little secret made your stomach twist.

As Fred moved around the room, getting comfortable, you kept glancing at the stuffed animal tucked under the covers. It was your old, worn-out bunny—one you'd had since you were a baby. You still slept with it every night, but you’d been doing your best to keep it out of sight whenever Fred stayed over.

You slid into bed and pulled the blanket up, trying to make sure the bunny stayed hidden. But Fred was Fred, always quick to notice when something was off.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Fred asked, raising an eyebrow at you with that playful grin of his. "You’re acting weirder than usual."

"Nothing!" you said quickly, a bit too quickly, and that only made him more curious.

"Really? ‘Cause it looks like you're hiding something..." he teased, his voice light but his eyes sharp, like he knew he was onto something. Before you could stop him, Fred reached under the blanket and pulled out the stuffed bunny.

For a second, you froze. You didn’t know how he’d react. Maybe he’d laugh, maybe he’d make a joke—but the embarrassment hit you anyway.

Fred looked at the bunny, then back at you. “What’s this?”

You sighed, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “It’s... it’s my stuffed bunny. I’ve had it forever. I know it’s childish, but I still sleep with it.” You braced yourself for whatever he was going to say next.

But Fred just looked at the bunny again, a small smile creeping onto his face. "So, this little guy’s been your cuddle buddy this whole time, huh?"

You nodded, avoiding his eyes. "Yeah, pretty much."

Instead of teasing you, Fred gently placed the bunny back in your hands. “I get it,” he said, his tone softer than you expected. “Everyone’s got their thing. Yours just happens to be a cute bunny.”

You blinked, surprised by how calm and sweet he was being about it. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

Fred chuckled, pulling you into his arms. “Weird? Nah, it’s adorable. And honestly, I’m a little jealous that the bunny’s been getting all the cuddles.”

You laughed, feeling the tension melt away. “I guess you’ll just have to share.”

Fred grinned, pulling you closer. “I can live with that.”

You settled into his arms, bunny tucked between you, feeling more at ease than ever. Fred kissed the top of your head and whispered, “You can keep your bunny, Y/N. But just so you know, I plan on being your favorite cuddle buddy from now on.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling your heart swell. “Deal.”

[muzsmocsing]

Reviewing tgcf characters because I have thoughts

I finished S2 recently and I need somewhere to put my not exactly hot but like warm (?) takes because it's taking up too much storage space in my brain.

🤍 Xie Lian 🤍

It's a good thing I'm not into guys because if I was I would be on my knees for this man in every sense of that expression and his pet menace to society would mince me up like garlic.

So I'll try to be brief about my overflowing feelings about him. Xie Lian is the best main character I have come across in a WHILE. He's the embodiment of compassion and kindness. And also a cold blooded murderer. A babygirl. A father figure. A terrifying martial god. A silly little guy. A pathological liar. The most genuine man you'll ever meet. He's everything, and Hua Cheng is 100% valid in his obsession. I'm right there with him.

Rating: 10/10

❤️ Hua Cheng ❤️

Idk if we ever figured out who wrote My Immortal but I'm pretty sure we have our culprit.

"Hi my name is Hua Cheng Crimson Rain Sought Flower Red-Robed Ghost King and this is my evil weapon of death E-ming. I've killed soooo many gods with it!! My dark power is I can summon storms of BLOOD and SUFFERING. I have my own scary city of DEMONS and they all love me and think I'm HOT but I only want my BOYFRIEND who's the only REAL GOD so STOP FLAMING HIM YOU POSERS-"

Needless to say I love him. Being the 8 time winner of the Loverboy of the Century Awards with unbeatable records in the yearning olympics is truly a remarkable feat.

Rating: 9/10

(Bonus: E-ming. Cute little guy. Likes his stepdad more than his real dad. Not afraid to show it's feelings even if it makes it look like a muppet, 10/10)

🧡 Feng Xin & Mu Qing 🧡

Tweedle dee and tweedle dum gets a shared rating because they would hate to be grouped together like that and that's funny to me. Their dynamic is great, they're good characters, I wasn't sure which one was which until midway through the second season. But then also I have a pair of 7yo twin cousins who I still can't tell apart despite them not looking even a slight bit similar so that might just be a character flaw on my end. Oops.

Rating: 7/10

🩵Shi Qingxuan🩵

I'm doubling the rating because she is best boy and best girl at the same time. I love that I can use any and all pronouns for him because he's literally a pride parade personified and therefore all of them are correct. You don't get that type of chaotic fun just anywhere.

He is truly living my dream, presenting as whatever gender they want depending on what's more convenient and/or funnier in the moment. Super useful, for things like gathering intel and terrorizing Feng Xin by being a woman.

And I personally think we should crown her the new emperor. She'd look significantly better on that throne, with her Barbie-like radiance and flourishing Kenergy.

Rating: 20/10

🖤 Ming Yi 🖤

Listen, I hate to say it because I like a sunshine x grump moment as much as the next gay but he's just... not giving what he thinks he's giving. Everyone is whispering ominously about him having some dark devastating secret but MY point is no matter how big his boobs are in his female form, Shi Qingxuan could do better. I'm sorry. She really could.

Rating: 4/10

💙 Lang Qianqiu 💙

Just an honest man with good intentions and a sickass fucking sword. He did NOT hesitate to attack the infamous Crimson Rain Sought Flower on SIGHT and I respect a quick decisionmaker, even if it shows some himbo tendencies. He also has the same distinct energy as Fred from Scooby Doo.

Rating: 6/10

💚 Qi Rong 💚

He's got some odd dietary and moral choices going on. Definitely. But he's just such a fun villain!!! Being Xie Lian's nr 1 source of migraines SHOULD make me like him less but I'm sorry, every time he was on screen I was LIVING. He would do numbers on reality TV. Someone put this guy on Kitchen Nightmares, I need to see him 1v1 Gordon Ramsay.

Rating: 7/10

🌚 Jun Wu 🌚

He has his emperor status & DILF card going for him but something about this man just ain't right. If he came to a party I was attending I would cover my drink is all I'm saying.

Rating: 2/10

🔥Pei Ming🔥

I don't know much about him besides he had that one shady empolyee or whatever (could not hear the plot over the deafening sound of Hua Cheng's yearning) but I'm partial to a good manwhore character. The thought of people praying to him like "Hugh Mungus, who art in heaven-" really tickles me.

I know he's probably straight but I headcanon him as at the very least bi-curious because you can't be that hot with that much game and not use it for evil. (That evil being causing large scale gay awakenings among his soldiers.)

Rating: 7/10

❓Pei Xiu❓

Unreliable, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed.

I remember not a singular thing about him besides fucking up Xie Lian's daughter's life and also being on my last nerve from the jump. If you're going to be evil at like least be memorable about it, you know? You can't be a bad person and a bad character at the same time. Pick a struggle.

Rating: 1/10

📚 Ling Wen 📚

I heard she committed some war crimes but honestly if I had to do an entire realm's tax returns by myself AND teach Pei Ming how to read (I refuse to believe that man is literate, just look at him) I would want to rage on occasion too. I hope she has a hot wife waiting for her at home to give her massages after carrying the whole system on her back all day. It's what she deserves.

Rating: 8/10

Thank you for reading!! Opinions might change once I read the books but as of now this is it. Remembering everyone's names has been a journey and a half so this post is sponsored by @kirstenly 's character cheat sheet go look at it! and everything else too!!!

[futurewriter2000]

Dares and Shrooms

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I finalyl found the time to actually finish it. I really like it becaus it's just so cutee. Hope you like it <3

PAIRING: Fred Weasley x reader

REQUEST (wattpad) @_SlytherinsLoser_: Can you please write a fred x reader, where Y/N wants attention, but fred doesnt give it to her and then Y/N does something to get Freds attention (use your fantasy here, i am very stupid and not creative)?

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Mother said flutter your eyelashes, give him a soft smile, fawn over him and make him believe that you were the only girl in the room.

Mother knows you best... sometimes... and sometimes, she forgets that you are not her.

Your eyes were following his figure over the tents, his laughter was very much loud and identical not only to his twin brother but all of his siblings. You have probably walked the same path, passing his family's tent, about a dozen of times and not once has he looked your way.

You remember him and since the moment you do, he has been the very much, the one. Or something. You turn romantic when it comes to love. Suddenly, you feel pain and love, you think of every possible scenario with this boy, from the moment he kisses you at your wedding to the moment you rock on chairs until the very old age. You've remembered his eyes, his hair, his every freckle that painted his pale skin but at last, you had not once made such a move on this boy.

You've been staying with your cousin and his friend, Cedric but Cedric as charming as he was, he just wasn't Fred Weasley. He was funny but he wasn't hilarious and to be honest, the two of you never connected. Besides that, Cedric pretty much gave you the same attention as Fred did- none. He was mostly with his father and your cousin. You and your cousin were just quite close and he was always quite protective of you, like a big brother. Growing up and sharing your whole life together was what made the bond so much tighter. Besides that your cousin was a half-blood and you were muggle-born, which your family never understood and spend most of their time away from you. You've been pretty much excluded from your family, so your cousin was the closest thing you had to having a family. Cedric's father always wanted a daughter, so he treated you exactly like one from the moment you met him.

"Tea, dear?" he said as he already brought a cup in his hand for you.

You smiled widely, feeling your heart flutter from warmth. "Yes, thank you."

He sat beside you. "The boys are out there playing hooligans, so I thought you and I might spend some time playing chess?" he said as he pulled out a checkboard.

"I only know how to play the Muggle version." you said as you sunk into the sofa.

"No worries, I know how to play that too." he winked and started to place down the pieces. "White or black- pick your poison."

"White." you put down your cup of tea and sat up straight.

As he placed the pieces down, a silence followed and you more times or so, you would feel uncomfortable in it but with him, it was only comfort and safety. You envied Cedric for having the father figure you had always wanted. "You know my wife was Muggle-born as well and to be quite frank with you, I was kind of an idiot to her about it at first." he said as the two of you moved your pieces. "The more I got to know her, the more I realised she was shy and insecure about her magic because it was a whole different world to her than the one she was used to as she grew up." he said and looked up to you.

"It's not easy, no." you replied, giving him a shy smile.

"She thought me this game because she didn't know how to play our version as well." he smiled. "And in my opinion, I find it less vulgar and quite stimulating for the mind." he continued, taking a pause as he calculated his next move. "At first she always beat me at this game, there was this confidence shining through it when she did. So I always let her win, so I wouldn't take away the one thing she knew more to do than me." he continued .

"But you're not letting me win, are you?" you eyed him.

"Well, you're not my wife- not near it. You've got more fiercness in you-"

His sentence was cut short when a tumble had reached the entry of your tent. Both of you shot your head and in the blink of an eye, Amos was standing in front of you with his wand out towards the intruders.

Twin boys scrambled on their feet and looked around. "Well, George, this surely isn't our accomodation." he grinned and the other laughed.

Amos sighed and put his wand away, laughing. "You boys surely know how to make an entrence."

"Apologies, mr. Diggory. We weren't watching where we were going." said George and started to back away. They both saw you sitting there and you didn't know whose eyes lingered longer on you but only George seemed to wave his hand as he backed away. "Hi, (y/n)." and they were out the door.

So this was only one out of many examples of how brief your interactions were with those boys. Pure nothingness from the boy you were falling in love with.

And so the chess game continued.

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The night was peaceful. You could hear the crickets and the wind as you fell asleep but it wasn't until somebody in your dreams started to scream your name.

"WAKE UP (Y/n)!" you opened your eyes wildely as you hazed out of your dreams. Cedric's eyes were worriedly looking at you and you couldn't place the time and space for the life of you. "Put your shoes on- we have to run."

You didn't even think when he took you by the hand and dragged you out. "What's happening?"

"We're being attacked. " he said as he continued to rush through the crowd.

"Mark-"

"He's with my dad- I just ran to get you when the attack started. We said we'd meet at the Portkey. Or that's what I think he would want me to."

"What?"

"Just follow me."

It was cold and you could barely wake up your legs to run but Cedric was pulling you so hard behind his fast pace that your legs draged and flew behind him. He was squeezing your hand so tightly it started to hurt but you felt safe knowing you couldn't lose him due to it. He was not about to let go and you were sure of that.

The two of you came up the hill near the woods and the whole Weasley family was there already, their friends, your cousin and Amos. You looked around and you saw Fred's eyes glimpse at your holding hand with Cedric's but you couldn't let it go from the grip he held. To be honest, you didn't want to since your heart was pumping with fear and adrenaline. It wasn't until Mark came into your embrace and almost knocked you down . "Oh thank God, you're okay!" he checked you from head to toe. "I wanted to get you but the crowd seperated us and I already saw Cedric running towards the tent- Amost was pulling me away, said to trust him."

"What's happening?" you said, completely dazed and confused. It was as if everything happened in one milisecond and you couldn't place the surroundings at all. Your hand though was aching from the grip and you continued to shake it.

Cedric seemed to notice and gently took a hold of it. "Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly.

"No." you laughed. "But that's one hell of a grip you've got there. Surely wasn't gonna fly away."

He laughed and brushed your hand with the palm of his, soothing it and causing odd feeling appear in your stomach.

Your cheeks flushed when all of you touched the Portkey and just before the transportation, you saw Fred's eyes, looking at you intensly.

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School started off soon after and you haven't been much active in it since it did. The drive that starts at the beginning of every school year, ran away just as fast. You promised, you'll do homework every day from the moment you get assigned... but... well... it was your cousins fault actually. He kept driving you on those little adventures.

This night you decided to go to the Forbidden Forrest... on a dare of course and you were never the one to back out of it. You were content with anything really- except the giant spiders. That was where you knew you'd probably die an excrutiating death.

You stood there, Cedric and Mark both behind you. They smiled, you waved confidently back but when you faced the darkness, your confidence died- your whole soul died.

You brushed off the fear and just started walking further and further into the forest. The dare was to bring back something to make sure you were deep into it- that you didn't cling to the coast of it.

"Okay..." you whispered to yourself as you saw there was nothing but quiet. With every step, you grew more courageous and soon you actually started to look for something that you would bring back.

And there it was... an actual glowing mushroom. Your face lit up. You knew of mushrooms but there was actually a rainbow-glowing one!- A BUNCH!

You giggled to yourself and knelt down. You couldn't stop smiling but at the same time, you couldn't tear it away. You felt awfully sorry for the little glowing thing... but you had to take something, so just so you were about to touch it-

"NO DON'T!" somebody screamed behing you and you screamed back.

"AHHHHH!!!!"

"AHHHHHHH!" they screamed back and you fell back, crawling backward away from them and looking widely. Your wand was already pointing at them and just before you could shoot, they screamed back. "No, no, no, IT'S ME, (y/N)?!" you saw the dark figure lift their arms up.

He approached you and you saw "Weasley?" and laid on your back, exhaling. "Bloody hell- you almost killed me." you closed your eyes and heard a chuckle.

"No- that thing would kill you if you fucking touched it."

You raised your head and squinted your eyes at him. "What are you doing here?"

"What are YOU doing here?" he replied.

"I asked first." you squinted suspiciously at him again and took his hand as he offered you one to help you back on your feet. And just as you felt his hand on yours, you knew who it was- exactly who it was. "So, it's Fred." you said confidently and with a gentle smile.

He smiled grinned and looked away for a while. Maybe if there was some light in the dark forrest, you would say he was impressed. "Yeah- how'd you know?"

"Easy guess." you shrugged, brushing off the thoughts in your mind. "George isn't stupid enough to be here and scream at me."

He laughed. "Touche." he replied and the two of you spent a minute in silence, just looking and smiling at each other.

"So, what are you doing here?" you asked but just as he was about to lie, you pointed your wand at him. "And don't lie because I can feel the lies brew in that head of yours."

He kept looking at you. "Let's head out and I'll tell you along the way." he said and you nodded.

A few moments after the start, he kept clearing his throat and you felt your stomach knot in little pieces. "So?"

"So..." he started. "I kind of stalked you here..." he said and you laughed, not believing him.

"Yeah, right."

"I did." he said. "I heard about the dare and I thought you wouldn't be stupid enough to actually go through it." he eyed you, grinning. "But you were." he continued and put his hands into his pockets. "I thought that those other two idiot would follow you to make sure you were alright but they just stood there and waited."

"It's- it's just a stupid dare." you said without knowing what else to say.

"You're foolish- stupid to think this Forrest isn't dangerous." he turned to you, his hands on your shoulders now.

"You're here."

"Yeah, because I needed to know you were safe-"

"You're acting like you care." you put out your lower lip but he didn't smile.

"It's not funny- it's simply idiotic." he said, looking seriously in your eyes. "And if you touched that stupid glowing mushroom- you'd be spending most of your days in the hospital wing and I wouldn't be really fond of that."

You stood in the silence for a while- surprised he even payed so much attention to you- any really. "I'm sorry." was all that you said.

"Let's just go back." he took a hold of your hand and pulled you with him but as soon as he realised, he quickly let go. "I'm sorry- I didn't mean."

"It's fine." you smiled and took his hand into yours again.

He stopped again and turned to you, inhaling deeply and looking at you with worries on his mind.

"I didn't know you'd worry about me like that."

"I do that to people I really like." he looked down and you felt your whole body freeze in that moment. Your ears stopped listening and your sight blurred out for a moment.

"You what?" you asked again. Maybe you missheard, maybe you did touch that shroom and now you were delusional.

But you weren't.

"I like you- I had liked you for a while now." he started, looking at you frequently and then back to your hands. "I've always found you quite charming and beautiful but I didn't know I liked you much until that attack on the quidditch tournament with Cedric." he shuffled his feet and you put you moved your eyes to catch his eyes. "And then when I heard about that stupid dare- you really captured my full attention and I just- I didn't believe you would be so courageous to actually go through with it- and with Cedric at this point. I guess, I kind of knew at that point that I wouldn't want to see you with nobody but me."

"That's funny." you said and he quickly tore his hand away and brushed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, it's embarrassing. I'm sorry."

"No, don't be." you said and took his head into your hands. When his eyes met yours, he knew he was worried for nothing because something in your eyes were about to tell him, that you felt quite the same- but you felt more, really. "I've always liked you too... quite a lot." you smiled and he smiled with a big sigh of relief.

"You're not just messing with me, are you?" his hands were now on your hips.

"I think that's more your job." you smiled and leaned a bit closer- where he followed you.

"Oh..." he smiled and leaned into a kiss, soft at first, just to touch the surface but your chest was burning from desire and you couldn't help yourself but grab his jacket collar and pull him closer. He understood that as a sign to deepend the kiss but he couldn't help himself to smile widely as he did. He slid his tongue into your mouth and the two of you kept kissing until you could barely get away for some breath.

You had always wanted that. You had wanted him and you never thought it was possible but he was here and he was real and you could feel his hands shaking on your hips but gripping them tighter and you could feel yourself leaning on his chest, both burning, heating up. To you, life never felt this good and you smiled with a pull.

"I really hope this isn't the shroom making me delusional."

He laughed and embraced you into a hug, lifting you up on your toes. "I was bullshitting about that. I have no clue what that shroom would do. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you."