#no need to look into my beliving im cursed

[applepixls]

I think theres a certain level of heart break to jimmy's secret life episode 4 title that hasn't been acknowledged

it is titled "Its happening again" and in that episode jimmy and martyn become the first 2 reds on the server

every season before secret life jimmy had died and been out of the series first which we call the canary curse around these parts

so with that background knowledge theres this element of dread about that title, like he thought this might finally be the season where he broke the curse and didn't die first. yknow?

this sounds really stupid but i personally have a sort of curse? i don't believe in a higher power but I've noticed a pattern with my friendships where i tend to run away or everything tends to crumble around me between 3-6 months after going skating with the group? its really stupid and I'm just drawing connections between things that arent connected, they're coincidences. but the reason I'm saying this is because i genuinely feel a bit cursed. so its like... i know the dread; each time i make a new friend, become part of a new group. i feel like a ticking time bomb like its my fault everythings blown up before and i ought to warn them it'll happen again. i just have a big sense of dread each time i make new friends, feeling like i want to stay away, to not get so close so maybe I'll not feel so bad when it inevitably falls apart but eventually the momentum of a friend group, they pull me into their orbit and i jump full in almost like i don't remember the curse

jimmy each season says "i'm not going to be out first, I'm going to play it safe" but be it a soulmate getting blown up or just a series of freak accidents he always ends up first out. so the pure dread and knowing he can't escape being doomed by the narrative in that title has kinda come back and punched me in the throat.

great work everyone.

[haruchi-slit]

PLEASE MASTER!!

synopsis:

You're a servant under Suguru Geto's temple, for he is known as a "god" in his temple. for some circumstances, you caught his attention, a mere non-sorcerer caught his attention.

warnings: dubcon, suguru fooling the reader (you) that you have a monster inside, virgin! reader, reader is mentioned that she had masterbated,

"Y/n..." you hear Getou called you, causing you to look back,

"Master, you called?"

"There's something inside you, a Monster." He says causing your eyes to widen in shock,

"M-master, please, please tell me you can expel the Monster inside, please master!" you nearly cried, quickly kneeling down to the floor begging for him to exorcise the devil inside you.

"Then come here, silly girl." he says with a stern voice, a commanding voice, that made you obliged in a matter of second.

"Come" he sits infront of the massive statue of himself, tapping his lap, signaling you to sit on his lap, you walked your way on to him, sitting on his lap, he seems calm, but don't be fooled! it was his facade to hide his devious plans, planned just for you, only you.

He stares at you, deeply, looking at your figure, helpless and fragile beneath him while you were unable to contain the eye contact.

"Master, have you felt t-the curse yet?," you breath out, stuttering. Getou then slides his warm hands beneath the hem of your skirt, playing with the edge of your panties.

"Shush your mouth servant, or i won't be able to feel the curse and save you." he warns, as he continues to roam his hands on your body, your neck, waist, boobs, stomach and all, leaving no spot untouched by him, his warm breath against your neck and ear.

you'd be lying if you said you're not turned on, by the way he touches you, the way he makes you feel him, and the way your back gives out to lean on him, you're legs were spread wide, luckily the other servants and belivers were at town, spreading getou's words, while the other were asleep and doing temple chores, it's just you and him.

"Follow me to the confession room, you need you confess your sins while i exorcise the devil out off you."

you nodded in response, following him in the confession room.

he stood infront of you while you kneel before him, "lift your head and stand, servant" he commands which you soon obliged, he grabs your jaw and asked, "what are your sins?"

"I've been, I've been not spreading your words for a while now..b-but-"

"Shush, sit down, and open wide for me.. you've been cursed by a evil curse, i need to fuck it out you." he shushes you down.

"O-open wide?, Fu-fuck it out off me?! But master I'm pure, I'm a-a virgin" you jolt

he nods in response "That's not a problem servant" he respond as he awaits for you to open your legs, you were hesitant to do it but...you trust your master, he won't do such thing! Without any choices left...you opened your legs lifting your skirt up, revealing your pink laced panties with wet stains on the its middle.

"Geez, wet already?" he groans, sliding your panties aside, he leans you back to the hard wood of the room as he puts your left leg on his shoulder and bucked your hips infront of his face he stares on it "so fucking wet" as he slides his digit in you, scissoring it's way to your g-spot.

"Getou-Sama nnn~ please mhmm!~" you wailed as he pushes his thick fingers in your gummy walls. "Confess." he says you pressed your eye lids together while your jaw hung out,

"mngh, i-i masterbated once on my b-bed!"

you screamed gripping on the hard wood behind you.

"Such dirty secret you have for a pure maiden just like you.." he cackled making you more embarrassed, "master~ the monster..have you felt it yet?" you asked as getou's hand scissors deeper on your tight pussy

"you're making such mess" his finger still going in and out of your hole, you shiver from the pleasure as he latches his plump lips on your clit, sucking on it,then he slides his free hand on your clothed boob tugging on your nipple, "soo good~ im g-going to c-um!" you said as you spurt on his mouth..

"mhm, the monster's gone, for now..." Getou says, smirking on your mess, "you'll have to meet me more often servant" he wasn't done yet, not yet.

a/n: part two?

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song

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sitting down sadly

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fire

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if married

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wasn't made for

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pondered my orb

make him pregnant

not sane <;/3

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kinnie moment

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really need my mom (big ass post ngl)

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beware of the pipeline

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receptionist Rook

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misunderstanding

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flaasshhbaacckk

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trio

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help make a canvas!

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[darkduck80]

4AM and Morro needs a parent figure

its 4 am and i relized ther is a lack of redeemed morro au with Morrro actullying having a parent figure i dont care what you think but thats a child! and it needs some parent figure like anyone ecxept for WU like i dont hate Wu it just he dossent deserve Morro you saw what Wu did to him when he took care of him. exactly so he needs anyone else and idc if Morro is fucking 70 years old. ghosts dont age and he clearly died from age 12 to 15 a minor a child and dont forget the Queen of the cursed realm yeah pretty sure she fucked Morro up more than Wu over here so child at heart brain looks NOW moving on resones why he deserves a parent figuers

1- he needs someone who has a brain

2-he is full of truama and needs help

3- he needs someone to love him

4-parents are the best and everyone deserves a good parent

5-because i said so

6-whos going to get him out of trouble and if you say Wu that old man ass only sits in his room drinking tea and medteting half the time annd other times he says oh i forgot to tell you something like no 100% he has 0 idea whats Morros doing

7-idk look at this poor truama baby dossent he deserves a good parent that will actully help him and not fill his head with lies *coughs Wu coughs the Queen of crused realm*

Now who is the best for this mission

for me it Cole here ill tell you why

1-Cole is the best dad

2-he can actully relate to some stuff when Morro is talking about being a ghost

3-Cole chould ground Morro better then everyone since earth and whateverand keep hhim from troubles

4-Cole would do Morros hair in the moring (i like the hc that cole knows how to take care of hair and braid since he did thay to his mother)

5-cole would check on morro every now and then since he care

6-Cole would help morro getting used to human body again and would learn alot about morro(good things)

7-hes the best option between the ninja tbh

8-Morro would propbly have alot of nightmare of every single shitty thing in his life about propbly his whole life and would propbly will be scared so much he will have the guts to go to the most trusted ninja between them Cole and he would stand outside Coles room opening the door waiting to Cole to see that hes here and cole would wake up to see 2 pupils of eyes looking at him from his door frame propbly shaking and when he askes if Morros okay Morro will deny it saying that hes not scared and just making sure Coles not scared amd cole would just say mhm(clearly knowimg morros scared) get in and make room for morro to join him

9-okay belive me i have more but by brain is not working anymore now its 4:33Am and im siting in the bathroom typing in my small ass phone so yea heres why Morro should have a parent figeur thank you for reading

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[hellonoblesky]

Could you tell us more about Execution AU? It sounds SO fascinating and deliciously horrible (what horrible for Fukuzawa is delicious and good for me the angst enjoyer!). Mori just offering him a job is such a Mori thing to do. I wonder how he fares in this AU, and whether or not Tripartite is still even exists.

GRABS YOU VIOLENTLY. YOU. YOU UNDERSHLAFDKFJLHSDLFBKJDS I <3 Old Man Angst

IM. Going to put this under a cut because it's probably going ot be really long because I am insane and the executionrot in my head is soooooo vast and insane um um ok !!!!!!!!! Let's go!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Warnings in advance this AU is horrible for EVERYONE involved, not just Fukuzawa, so warning for: Death, awful toxic old men in an awful toxic relationship, etc]

The First Part: The Executions of the Armed Detective Agency.

The ADA functions as well as it does because of how well everyone in it meshes together to create a cohesive and well-rounded team. So to counter that they're split up. Their executions are in different places at different dates under different conditions, the members of the ADA are put through a cycle of disorientation where they are manipulated into losing track of time, day, month, any semblance of anything to keep track of where they are in time or space, until the days of their respective Executions.

The only one exempt from this, is Fukuzawa.

Because all that they need to keep Fukuzawa in line is to threaten ADA members.

He attempts to maneuver out of a grip? Remind him that Yosano hasn't been doing very well recently, and they can and will make the situation worse for her.

He tries to handcraft a blade? Remind him that Ranpo is still in custody and his skills of deduction will only get him so far.

Remind him that the better he behaves, the more he stays in line, the better the ADA gets treated.

Of course, he believes that if he's good, then the ADA is going to be treated well. They say the ADA is being treated well. They are lying.

He doesn't know that.

But one thing he does know, is the look on each member of the ADA's face when they're executed. And their final words. And exactly how the executions go. Because he'd made to attend all of them, Fukuchi standing directly beside him to force him to stay while it happens.

While Yosano stares dully into the crowd with a look on her face he hasn't seen since he first fought to get her away from Mori.

While Kyokya sobs because she tried so so very hard to be good and avoid this happening to her.

While Ranpo yells and struggles to get free, cursing everyone because HE knows why they won't belive him but maybe if he can just convince them...

While Tanizaki looks terrified, wishing and praying that Naomi is safe and that it'll at least be ok for HER.

While Kenji asks over and over again for the Executioner to make sure that his family is alright after this.

While Atsushi cries, trying still to explain that the ADA is innocent and they didn't do all of that and they have it all wrong.

While Kunikida resigns himself silently to his fate, even though you can hear the cracks in his composure as he states his final words.

While Dazai stares blankly up at the sky before the bullet hits home, not a single joke about suicide or way to slither his way out of this.

Fukuzawa watches it all. He sits with his nails digging into his palms harsh enough to make them bleed, struggling to keep his own composure, as one by one, the members of the ADA drop lifeless.

With each execution, his spirit becomes more and more.... broken. His eyes become duller, his usually straight posture begins to loosen, his composure rots away, he becomes less and less active, responds to outside stimuli less and less, falls deeper and deeper into a spiral of loss and grief. He blames himself for this. He thinks "If I'd only seen the signs in Fukuchi sooner" or "If I'd just struck a little faster" or "If I'd just reached him in time" or "If I'd evacuated them immediately" or "If I'd never started the ADA" or "If I'd never given Ranpo my business card",, a spiral of "If I...."'s and "Why didn't I...."'s.

When the day of his execution arrives, he's barely there. His hair is a mess. His eyes are dull. He sits where they tell him to sit. He watches as Fukuchi draws his blade (not the Azmogen, a plain blade), lifting it, leveling it with Fukuzawa's throat before he draws the blade back, prepares to slice through his childhood friend, and Fukuzawa tilts his head up, smiles faintly at him, through the exhaustion and the agony, he's just glad it's going to be over.

That's when he sees the man on the ceiling. And his face must have shifted when he saw him because Fukuchi turns to look. And suddenly there's screaming and glass shattering and bullets firing and Fukuzawa sees the blade swing towards his neck and the rabid look in Fukuchi's eyes as he strikes with intent to kill, but there's a man with white gloves and a deadly red scarf draped over his shoulders who's grabbing Fukuzawa as a smaller man with bright orange hair lands a kick square on Fukuchi's back and suddenly Fukuzawa is running and falling and being driven through streets and he doesn't want to think about what's happening, because he WANTED to die just then. And he hopes the Mafia fails to rescue him.

The Mafia doesn't fail.

But Fukuzawa doesn't have anywhere else to go.

(Oh yeah also him and Mori are gay here this is a zskk au they're gay i forget if i've mentioned that before but yeah they're gay and in love in the most blood-soaked violent awful tender way possible)

So when Mori is so very gentle to Fukuzawa, apologizing and offering his sympathies for the loss of the ADA, Fukuzawa lets himself fall right into it, leaning into his arms, passing out with tears in his eyes, relying more and more on Mori to retain his sanity.

So when Mori asks him to help him kill a man, he takes the sword he's handed and does the job.

And when Mori asks him to assassinate for him, he agrees.

And when Mori asks him to be his bodyguard, he agrees.

He seeps into this darker life slowly, but surely. Mori holds his hand and leads him down a darker and darker path, because the lantern Fukuzawa had been relying on is broken now, and where else does he have to go?

The Second Part: The Silver Wolf and the Port Mafia of Yokohama

The Mafia, with the loss of the ADA, and the government police beginning to fall apart as Fukuchi carries out nefarious plans of war and hell within the government, becomes the one thing holding the city together in any semblance of the word.

This begins with a changing of the guard, perse, as new Executives are promoted and Executive numbers are shuffled. The Executive lineup is as follows:

Kyoyou, 1st Executive

Verlaine, 2nd Executive

Chuuya, 3rd Executive

Hirotsu, 4th Executive

Higuchi, 5th Executive

They work in tandem to keep the mafia running and to maintain the city populous' safety, (Chuuya and Hirotsu dealing in special forces and other combat groups, Higuchi managing grunt missions and a vast swath of general groundwork, Kyoyou handling professional security and preservation, Verlaine handling foreign issues), while Mori alone deals with the government, Fukuzawa silent at his side.

Fukuzawa, technically, is far lower ranked than the majority of the mafia's forces. The Executives easily outrank him. Which Fukuzawa doesn't mind, because all he has to do is make sure he doesn't fuck up and lose someone else he loves (Mori).

(Oh also Fukuzawa has an unhealthy codependency on Mori at this point)

(Like he's given up on living for himself)

(He only keeps himself alive because he refuses to let the last person alive he's let himself care about die because of him)

Which is. It. Plotwise. Everything else is. Silly awful horrible mental issues and Mori cultivating this codependancy Fukuzawa has on him while Fukuzawa is, in fact, aware that that's what's happening, but just doesn't CARE anymore. The Executives are a whole other matter tbh they're a rather new addition to this AU in my head actually (I only figured up the lineup like. FOur days agao), so. LOL!!!

The Tripartite:

It fell apart so drastially that. yeahit doesn't exist anymore.

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Fred Weasley my biggest childhood crush <33

i love skimming through the content warnings and catching the little surprise tools for later

"Fred calls himself Daddy and the reader is way into it" so am I actually (congrats Fred Weasley for making it to the very select list of men I'd call daddy)

(i actually forgot this had smut in it KSKSKSK i was so focused on the ANGST and self made suffering)

"It seemed that just yesterday, you were a bright-eyed young girl" this entire first big paragraph goes so hard

"and it left you the laughing stalk of the courtyard" the prank rivals to lovers story we've been hoping for <3

"So - on with your revenge, it was" I love these two so much

"the quiet robotic hum of ‘Jingle Bells’, occasionally overlapped by ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" this is such a funny prank idea

"inside the teacher’s copy of the textbook on McGonagall’s desk" KSKKSKSKS OF COURSE HE FUCKING WOULD

"You had a crippling fear of heights" which is a surprise tool :3 that'll help us out in a minute ("help" us out i guess)

"because watching Fred doing something he loved was a good distraction from just how high up you were" he'd also look Delicious playing

"he wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders and he told you that he was genuinely sorry" 🥺🥺🥺🥺

"planting his hand firmly on the railing at the other side of your waist" this gives me the same giddy feeling of someone holding me by the waist to get by behind me

"Finally. I thought the two of you were never gonna get on with it" nothing could make me belive all the Weasleys weren't making bets on how long it'd take them

"shortly after Fred’s birthday, when everything came crashing down around you" and so the horrors begin 😟

"I guess I was stupid enough to believe that I was part of that dream!” // "Would’ve been a waste of parchment writing to you, anyway"

"any thought of what potential career you might take on was tossed aside when the world went into upheaval at the hands of Death Eaters" YEAH !!! FUNNY LITTLE THING ABOUT WORLD ENDING WARS

"Fred smirked, proud that after all this time, he could still draw a laugh out of you" the unbreakable curse of liking the "Funny Guy", he's Still funny even after a fight/breakup (it's almost humbling in a way)

"Fred, an utter death grip around his waist, until you heard him let out a grunt of pain" KSKSKSKS you love me, suck it up <3

"In the back of his mind, he thought that Wood would be proud" oh 🥺

"He likely would have died with that tight grip still around your wrist in those moments if someone had hit him with the killing curse" hey Sunny it's me knocking, let me in I just wanna talk 🔪 oh this ? don't worry about that

"Freddie, please, I don’t wanna die!” 🔪 Sunny I'm coming in

"his *thick* arms coming to cradle your back" 👀 okay

"You wanted to sob, you wanted to laugh, you wanted to scream" YEAH !!!

" with a look of intense concern on his features. “Whatever you need.” my hands are shaking as I try not to think about the implications

"He couldn’t possibly be talking about…? No. No, he wasn’t" im hitting both of you on the head with one of those rubber squicky hammers

"You had never seen Fred Weasley so sad before" im screaming and crying and ripping the wallpaper off the walls

"I can’t lose you. You almost slipped out of my hands.” 🎵 waaaaaar is oooveeeeer 🎵 (kinda, maybe, yes ?)

"If one of us were to die tomorrow, I couldn’t live my last day knowing that I wasted it not being yours" I AM RIPPING MY OWN HEART OUT OUAT STYLE, MORE BLOODY MAYBE

"You grabbed both sides of the sport jacket and used it to haul him down toward you" YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH !!!!!! I looove a good intense kiss scene 🙂‍↕️

"his bedroom had some silencing wards around" 😈 we'll put it to good use 😈

"That part of him screaming that he should be the one on his knees serving you, that he needed to better apologise" 🤫 I agree actually but shhh

"Did you miss it, darling?” He asked... with a cocky smile stretched across his soft lips" 😳😳😳😳😳

"Fred Weasley’s cock was a marvel that you couldn’t have forgotten if you had tried" are they identical in every way i wonde- *a gunshot sounds off*

"his broad shoulders in those fine tailored suit jackets" damn those are CRIMINAL indeed

"give into your personal curiosity about what the heavy sac would feel like against your tongue" EEEEEVIIIIIL WOMAN !!!!! :3

"When I cum tonight, it’s gonna be deep inside your sweet cunt, yeah?” 🚨🚑🚨🚑🚨🚑🚨🚑

“Go on, good girl.” *holding the tmi jar very close to my chest* stop spilling all my secrets

"Shh, darling, Daddy’s got you" 👀

"perfect heat of your cunt began sucking him in for the first time in over a year" and you KNOW they have not gotten with ANYONE in that time (only the company of their own hand for a whole year)

"that you should have reached out to him sooner and told him that you wanted him back" there's nothing worst than a fragile, hurt ego

"All mine, all mine, darling, all mine" im soooooo normal about this 🫣🫣🫣🫣 dont look at me

"a small collection of your things were still in there" of course he kept all that shit :3

"Unfortunately I don’t have any panties for you, so…” oh noooo what a nightmare (he's a fucking liar btw, the panties are under his matress)

"Fred quietly let out a ‘yes’ in celebration" *punching the wall* he's such a dork

"soft planes of his muscles that had come from hard work rather than a distinct workout routine and the beautiful bit of fat on his lower belly" i am foaming at the mouth

"his core was a Dragon Heart’s String, and that heart beat for you just as fondly as his own did" INSAAAAAAAANEEEEE

"Can you fill out a post-orgasm survey to clarify, please, and make sure to-” KSKSKKSKSKS

"but just as Fred’s lips brushed yours, George let out a loud, fake gagging sound" siblinghood is so real

I LOOOOOOOVE THIS SO MUCH !!!! Also ! Now they get to be each other's dates to the wedding !! hoorayyy !!!!

The Way You Miss Me

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

I’m not trying to say I don’t wanna stay, I just know how this story ends.

Use my body against me - and all of our history.

I hate the way you miss me. 

Summary:

Fred broke up with you. He made it clear that he was going to have a new life when he opened his shop, and he didn't need you to be a part of it. You being stuck on him was just another joke in a long line of pranks that he pulled.

And life kept on laughing at you when your fear of crippling heights was triggered by a potentially life ending mission the Order put together that had you dangling hundreds of feet over London, held up only by Fred's strength and determination.

So what does it mean when the two of you land, and he's the only thing that can stop your shaking panic? What does it mean when he's looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, holding you tight like a lover would?

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Smut. Set during Deathly Hallows.

Word Count: 18,500

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Full warnings list and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this is equal parts angst fic and smut fic; the reader is a cis woman - uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; there is no mention of the reader's looks, race, hair colour, etc. in any way; this fic does use Y/N (and L/N as in Last Name); this takes place mostly during the beginning of Deathly Hallows, so there are mentions of dark topics, like death, and the cult-like following that Voldemort has developed; this is Exes to Lovers - Fred and the reader dated for a while during their time at Hogwarts and then broke up; (there is flashbacks in this fic to times during Goblet of Fire and Order of the Phoenix); the reader is half-blood - she has one parent who is a muggle and lives in a muggle city and the other parent who is loyal to death eaters (and there is a later mention of the reader's mother being killed due to anti-muggle sentiment as Voldemort becomes more powerful); there is no mention of what Hogwarts house the reader is in; the reader has a crippling fear of heights (which is a large part of the plot for this fic); mentions of nausea and vomiting (as a fear response) (no one actually throws up during the course of the fic); the reader experiences actual life-threatening danger while on a broom - she nearly falls to her death, but Fred catches her; Fred does struggle to hold the reader's body weight, so it doesn't imply that he has super-human strength or that the reader is particularly petite (I wanted his reaction to be realistic for someone of any body weight); for part of the fic, Fred is disguised as Harry using Polyjuice Potion (but there's no confusion about his identity because the reader knows he took the potion); the reader experiences a panic attack due to the life threatening fall, and Fred helps her calm down; mentions of blood and semi-graphic descriptions of George's canon injury (his ear being blasted off); there is general emotional angst from the characters being in close proximity to danger, death, and life threatening situations; Fred calls the reader 'darling' and 'love' and 'sweets' and 'pretty girl' (in sexual and non-sexual contexts).

For the actual smut section: this is not their first time together as a couple and neither of the characters are meant to be virgins; there is undertones of sub/dom dynamics - Fred is a teasing soft dom and the reader is submissive to him (and there is mentions of the reader experiencing what could be considered subspace) (but there isn't any specifically laid out roles - it's more so one person enjoying taking care of the other, especially after experiencing the emotional turmoil of a near death experience together); there is Daddy kink in this (not until a bit later into the smut section, but it just came to me and I realized it suited Fred so well) Fred calls himself Daddy and the reader is way into it; praise kink - Fred calls the reader 'good girl' specifically because he knows she likes it; lots of dirty talk (Fred has a filthy mouth); oral sex - Fred receiving (she blows him as a thank you for saving her life) (also slight ball worship); mentions of the reader 'choking' on his cock (but there is no major breathplay or breath restriction); slight spit kink (it's a messy blowjob and he loves it); teasing and brief orgasm denial (toward both parties); hair pulling (toward both parties) - not with the intention of causing pain, but to direction someone's attention and to show appreciation and affection to the person; thigh riding - she humps herself on Fred's thigh while she is still wearing clothes; penis in vagina sex; creampie kink (I'm not gonna say breeding kink, because there's no mention of procreation or getting someone pregnant, even in theory, but they are both very turned on by the idea of him cumming inside of her); this could be protected sex OR unprotected sex - he cums inside of her raw but we can all pretend that they used a magical pregnancy prevention method if you want even though it's not mentioned in the fic; cockwarming (reader doesn't let Fred pull out for a while after he cums); I think that is finally it for this fic.

A/N: This fic is titled after a song by All Time Low, which I highly recommend listening to paired with this fic. This is actually part of an idea I had for a much longer multi-chaptered Fred x Reader fic, but I kept thinking about this one moment in the fic and how much I wanted to write it - so I did. And I decided that it would make a good oneshot. And I am actually insanely proud of myself for managing to capture the same emotions in under 20k that I originally thought would take me like 50k or 100k to properly communicate. I think this is fantastic, and it's one of the best things I have written in a while - and I really hope you guys enjoy it! Especially if you like angsty, emotional, exes to lovers fics.

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Very often, you wondered when life had become so complicated. 

It seemed that just yesterday, you were a bright-eyed young girl, dancing around a beautifully magical winter ball with the love of your life on your arm - and now, you were a confused woman who was terrified of how your life would end up because of a dark wizard and his cultist followers trying to overtake your world. 

These days you didn’t even have that lover to comfort you through all of the confusion and dread that clouded the world around you. 

You and Fred used to be perfect. That’s what a lot of people would have called the two of you - the ‘perfect’ couple. 

Your story was something straight from a romance novel - the two of you were best friends when you were young, and that friendship quickly blossomed into affection. That affection naturally led into a sweet romance. When you were with him, your life was full of moments where you felt like a beautiful, flowery, desirable protagonist because of how he treated you. Your life used to be full of laughter, full of smiles, full of romantic gestures. 

You and Fred were in the same year at Hogwarts, so naturally you knew each other. You weren’t really friends - at least not at first. You knew of each other, especially because you had some classes together. 

But you didn’t truly meet Fred Weasley until more than halfway into your first year of classes together. You had the misfortune of accidentally running into a prank that was meant for a Slytherin Prefect - someone who had taken one too many house points off Gryffindor for the twins’ liking. And after being doused with red and gold paint and tripping over a toy rubber snake that had been charmed to hiss realistically when you got near it - you were reasonably frightened and crying, and it left you the laughing stalk of the courtyard - someone to be pointed at and mocked by everyone. 

Fred hadn’t meant for it to be you. With the way he looked at you after the incident - full of guilt while everyone else pointed at you and laughed, imitating your frightening screams and attempts to jump away from the fake snake - it didn’t take you long to figure out the culprits behind it. And it didn’t take you much longer after that to plan your revenge. (Especially because, as much as Fred looked guilty, he didn’t simply come forward and apologise. Too afraid to look like a weak moron in the eyes of his brother and his other Gryffindor friends. So - on with your revenge, it was.) 

You figured that all good pranksters should be due to be a victim sometimes, too. If the twins couldn’t laugh when they were on the receiving end, then they should stop playing pranks. 

So you came up with something that you considered masterful. During your trip home for Christmas, back to Muggle London where your mother lived, you asked her to take you to a shop to buy a couple of greeting cards for your classmates. The ones that sing Christmas carols loudly when the hinge of the card is opened. Something clever, and not needing any magic at all. 

And when you returned to Hogwarts after the break, you found a moment where the twins were distracted, and you stole their book bags in order to pull off your epic, amazing prank. You taped those singing greeters into the back of their Potions textbooks - a class that you shared with them, of course, so that you could enjoy the show. And then you waited. 

You had trouble containing your laughter when Professor Snape escalated from annoyed to downright scalding angry as his class was filled with the quiet robotic hum of ‘Jingle Bells’, occasionally overlapped by ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’. It was made even better by the fact that both of the twins clearly knew that the music was coming from somewhere in their surrounding area, but they had no clue what the exact source was or how to stop it. And with every snivelled demand of ‘just open your books and get to work’ - the music only started up again. 

By the time they had been sentenced to detention for disturbing the class, you were nearly breathless and your ribs were aching from trying to hold back your laughter. Which, of course, meant that Fred easily spotted you out of everyone else - who looked equally confused or annoyed with the low hum of the music. And as soon as the class ended, he brought his textbook to you, thanked you for the worthy prank, and asked you how to stop it. He looked entirely amused and impressed when you pulled the tiny device out of the back, and proceeded to ask you a million questions about it. 

You weren’t surprised when the next week, the annoying singing greeter ended up inside the teacher’s copy of the textbook on McGonagall’s desk. 

From that moment on, his crush on you steeped inside of him like a fine tea, developing from an innocent adolescent attraction to full-blown, ‘drive you crazy’, ‘I would do anything for you’, love. It was lucky for him that you easily felt the same way. 

Through the years of being by his side, becoming his best friend, pulling pranks together and trying desperately to get him to study - it was difficult not to fall for Fred Weasley. 

You had been overjoyed when Fred invited you to the Quidditch World Cup. Even though you weren’t the biggest fan of Quidditch (and Fred knew that). The only reason you had started attending the games at Hogwarts was because he joined the team. And you only bothered to attend the games he played in, so your bias could be spotted from a mile away. But in his letter, with the ticket to the World Cup slotted into the envelope, he told you that it was ‘the game of the century’ and you ‘simply couldn’t miss it’. 

You wouldn’t miss out on spending time with him, so you eagerly agreed to go. 

This left you with only one glaring problem. 

You had a crippling fear of heights. 

It was one of the reasons that you never really gotten into Quidditch in the first place. You had absolutely no interest in playing, and even less interest in watching if Fred wasn’t involved. The idea of even flying on a broom being something that made you nauseated and shaky just from thinking about it. 

The mandatory first year flying lesson was the only class at Hogwarts that you ever failed, but Madame Hooch took pity on you when she saw you crying and fisting the grass after only getting your broom about five inches off the ground. So she passed you anyway - just barely. 

When you set out to watch Fred’s games at Hogwarts, you usually had to take some kind of anti-nausea tonic beforehand to make sure that you didn’t puke all over everyone else in the stands. And you usually couldn’t even make it up to your seat to watch unless one of your good friends held your hand. But you were alright once the actual game started, because watching Fred doing something he loved was a good distraction from just how high up you were. 

Telling Fred about your intense fear had been one of the most honest, vulnerable moments that you ever had with him. Your friendship was usually all pranks and laughter, which you loved. 

But one summer day, when you were hanging out with the Weasleys, they wouldn’t stop nagging you to join one of their family Quidditch matches because they needed an extra player to make the teams even. And after the twins’ endless teasing, saying that you were ‘afraid to lose’ or that you would be ‘too distracted by their daring good looks’ in order to play properly, you broke down crying and stormed off into the woods, because you were too anxious to admit the real reason that you couldn’t play.  

Fred was the one who found you off in the trees behind the Burrow, tears still streaming down your face, and asked you what he had done to so greatly upset you. He had been terrified at the idea of making you upset, so hurt that he had been the one to make you cry. And after he found out about your fear, he didn’t laugh or mock you for it or play it off as something stupid like you thought would be so typical of him. No - instead, he wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders and he told you that he was genuinely sorry. And he promised that he would never invite you to play Quidditch again. 

When you had accepted the invitation to The World Cup, you had forgotten how much your fear of heights played into watching Quidditch as well. The giant, impossibly tall temporary Quidditch stadium that had been set up for the event had been looming over you all day, but you didn’t want to quit and go home because of some silly little fear. 

You wanted to spend the time with your friends. You wanted to enjoy the event because the people you loved most were having fun there. So you pressed on, ignoring the inevitable, letting yourself get caught up in the pregame revelry. You walked around the seemingly endless campgrounds with Fred and George, in awe of all the decorations and the different wizards from all over the world, showing off things from their homes. You chatted and charmed along with them as they collected bets before the game. You let Fred paint your face with large, ugly shamrocks because even though you didn’t entirely care about the teams or fully know them, you were rooting for Ireland to win simply because he was. 

But the unavoidable nature of your problem became very apparent as Arthur guided everyone to your seats, and you climbed up more stairs, and more stairs, and more stairs - and the higher up you got, the more you found yourself shaking, especially when you looked down to the ground and saw that the people down there looked like little more than bugs. You hated it when your mind, naturally, went to what would happen to you if you stumbled over the railing and fell down all that way. You would splat on the ground, squashed like a bug. You would die within seconds. 

You held on tighter to Fred’s hand - he would have said that he had grabbed your hand in the first place so that he wouldn’t lose you among the bustling crowd, and not simply as an excuse to be closer to you. You didn’t even realise how badly you were trembling in his touch as you looked over the railing (still a few flights down from your final seats) with intense apprehension. 

“You alright?” Fred asked you simply. 

“‘m fine.” You mumbled out the lie, giving him a large, forced smile - hoping that he would believe it. 

You knew that if you told him how you were feeling, he would insist on escorting you back to the tent. Perhaps he would even insist on staying with you so that you wouldn’t have to be alone. So he might miss out on a once in a lifetime Quidditch game all because you had a bit of petty anxiety from being so high up. 

So you tried your best to push down all your feelings and ignore them, even if it was making you shake and making your stomach churn. When you got to the top, peering over the edge of the railing of the very, very high up seats that Arthur had gotten as a thanks for his work on helping to organise the whole thing (apparently, the higher up the better to actually see the game), you felt an incredible sense of dizziness, and began swaying on your feet. 

This was so much higher up than the Quidditch stands at Hogwarts. 

Naturally, Fred noticed. It wasn’t something he would easily admit, or even something he did consciously, but he always kept an eye on you. Partially due to a knack for admiring your beauty, that adolescent love-struck feeling always making him more prone to staring at you. But it was also partially due to the fact that he felt a need to watch over you. Whether it be as a friend or as something else, he always wanted you to be safe, and happy. 

And right now, your sickly, terrified face stood out like a sore thumb among the crowd of excited, cheering fans.  

“Y/N,” 

He called out your name in a serious tone that was so uncharacteristic of Fred, something that snapped your attention from staring anxiously at the ground toward him immediately. He cemented your attention on him when he put a hand on top of your tight, tense knuckles on the railing. His touch was warm, as always, and oddly grounding, removing even just a slight bit of that dizzying anxiety that you were feeling. 

“Do you wanna go back down? I can bring you back to the tent,” 

Of course. Just as you had predicted. 

“No.” You easily answered, shaking your head furiously, biting your lip. “I-” 

You didn’t want him missing out on such an important event because of you, but more importantly: 

“I - I don’t want to be afraid.” You heaved out, your chest tight with anxiety. “It’s stupid - people do stuff like this all the time, right? I shouldn’t be afraid-” 

“It’s not stupid.” He said firmly, quickly squashing down any self-belittling that you might be tempted to do. “You can’t control how you feel.” 

Coming from him, it sounded like the most firm truth ever. 

“If you want to stay, I’ll be right here with you.” Fred added on, giving you a warm, reassuring grin. “But just let me know if you want to go back down, and I’ll walk with you, alright?” 

You nodded, hating that even though his words gave you that nip of courage you needed, you were still pulsing with a dull panic. The undeniable reaction that fear caused in your body. 

Fred hated seeing you shaking, hated the deep frown that cut through your beautiful features - so what he did next was instinctive. He took his hand off yours and reached that arm, the one closest to you, around your back, planting his hand firmly on the railing at the other side of your waist. This trapped you in a close-knit hold beside him, something that made you feel instantly more secure - even if it was just from the warmth of him at your side. 

“I’m not gonna let you fall, yeah?” He said quietly, leaning closer into your ear to be heard - the warmth of the reassurance causing gentle tingles down your spine. “I would never let anything happen to you, darling.” 

Between the intense loving safety that he words wrapped you in with the sweet nickname he added on, and the firm cradle of his arm around your back, you knew that you would have no problem sticking it out for the game. But your brain was still trying to cope, your anxiety so incredibly nagging, and you couldn’t help it when your eyes drifted back to focus on the ant-like people on the ground, becoming shaking and nauseous all too soon from staring downward. 

“Down look down.” Fred scolded you gently, using his other hand to grab your chin, forcing your gaze back up - it ended with your eyes locked with his, admiring the way the breeze blew his too-long ginger hair into his eyes. “Just look at me, alright? It’s gonna be far worse if you keep starin’ down there. Just look at me, love.” 

“Just look at you.” You repeated in a quiet mumble, already so utterly locked in the powerful orbit of his gaze, feeling like it was near impossible to look away from him. 

You felt his forehead brush against yours before you realised just how close he had gotten. But you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. 

And ultimately, feeling the stands shaking beneath your feet as a particularly hard gust of wind came through and having another swell of anxiety rush through you was what drove you to closing the gap, sealing your lips on his in your first kiss. Fred made you brave, almost stupidly so, and you hoped that you had finally used that bravery for something good in capturing his lips. (Rather than the stupid mischief that the two of you usually got up to.) 

Fred smiled into the kiss and George cheered loudly behind him - you thought it was due to the game starting, and when you pulled back sharply to look around for the players, you were met with nearly all eyes in the group on you, clearly gawking at the fact that you and Fred had kissed. 

This included Ginny smirking almost evilly before she said: 

“Finally. I thought the two of you were never gonna get on with it.” 

This left you squirming with a mild embarrassment, and definitely not thinking about how high up you were anymore. 

Looking back, the memory was painful - not sweet or fond as it had once been to you. 

But it wasn’t nearly as painful as the memory of the day you and Fred had broken up. 

He had asked you to be his girlfriend officially only a few days after the World Cup. He wanted you to know what that kiss meant to him, and he wanted the privilege of more kisses from you, on top of the ‘honour’ (his exact wording) of going back to Hogwarts with you on his arm as his girlfriend, making all the other boys in your year ‘pathetically jealous’. Of course, it was everything you wanted, he was everything you wanted, so you said yes. 

The two of you dated for nearly two full happy years - right through your sixth year and into your seventh, until in April of your seventh year, shortly after Fred’s birthday, when everything came crashing down around you. 

It wasn’t unusual of Fred to pull you away after a class - his hand in yours, igniting fluttery giggles from your lungs as he pulled you down the corridors to whatever secret little spot he had picked out. Even with Umbridge at Hogwarts, implementing more rules and cracking down on ‘fraternisation’ between students, you and Fred still found ways to sneak off to have your private little moments together. 

So when Fred took you off to one of those private corners on chilly spring afternoon, you assumed that this was no different. You fell into the natural rhythm of pinning him against a wall, sealing your lips firmly to his in a kiss and waiting for his hand to sneak up your skirt while his tongue ventured into your mouth. You were shocked when this time, he didn’t kiss you back. He was limp and unreceptive against you, and that was when you realised that you had read the tone of the interaction very wrong - even if him dragging you away by the hand always led to making out in a quiet corner, and more than a bit of groping. 

You pulled back, looking at him with confusion and disappointment plainly across your face. 

“What’s wrong, Freddie?” You asked, well in the habit of using the nickname for him. 

Fred’s expression was filled with sullen dread, and it made your stomach twist. It truly made you fearful of whatever he was going to say next, and you took a step back from him, widening the gap between the two of you in the dusty, draughty old stairwell. You suddenly felt too cold, even with your uniform sweater and thick robes on, and wrapped your arms around yourself to compensate. 

“There’s something I have to tell you.” He announced quietly, continuing to lean on the wall that you had pressed him up against, staring at the floor, his eyes unwilling to meet you. 

What? Had he cheated on you? Did he want to break up? 

What terrible thing could possibly make this bright, funny joker so damn sad and serious? 

“What is it?” You asked, filling with dread, your throat tightening up more by the second. 

“George and I have decided that it’s about time we take our leave.” Fred announced, his eyes only flickering to you for a moment, looking for some kind of reaction. You were only further confused, and waited for him to explain. “The lease for the shop in Diagon Alley finally came through, and-” 

“Well that’s great news, Fred.” You said, trying to sound happy and upbeat beyond the tension that was still tight in your chest. You had no clue why he was so downtrodden - the joke shop was his dream, and now that they had secured a location for it, that dream was coming true. 

He heaved a sigh, his eyes turning to gaze out a nearby window for a moment before he turned back to you. 

“It means we have to leave, darling.” He said sharply. 

Your insides became heavy. 

You knew it was a very Fred and George thing - so intent on not doing their exams, desperate to escape any further academics. You wanted to ask why they wouldn’t stay until the end of the school year, but you knew that you would get answers about how they didn’t need marks from exams that they were likely going to fail anyway to run a shop that they now owned. 

It was something founded on their own talents and ideas, and they didn’t need the approval of professors marking them wrong or right in order to do it. 

It was the life they had always dreamed of. And you were intensely proud of them for it. 

So why did you still have that overwhelming feeling of dread? 

“So - when are we leaving?” You asked, trying to sound confident and firm in your words even though you knew what was likely coming next. 

You felt intensely disappointed when the all too predictable outcome smashed you in the face. 

“You’re not coming with us.” Fred said quietly. 

“Why not?” You argued gently. 

You would drop everything and go with them - you felt far more emotional attachment to being with Fred than you did to finishing your year at Hogwarts. You knew that you could be a useful hand around the shop. Any venture helping Fred would be a worthy one to you. But staring you down were the calculating eyes of someone who had been telling you over the past years how much he didn’t want to disrupt your studies with his antics, because he thought you had a ‘brilliant mind’, and you were ‘so much smarter’ than him and George. 

He thought that you could actually pull some decent - no, brilliant grades on your NEWTs and truly make something of yourself. The shop was a big dream of his and George’s, but Fred knew that you were destined for something so much greater that truly challenged and fully utilised your brilliance. So he wasn’t going to let you be dragged down to mediocrity by him. 

Realising this, part of you still ached. Why was he so intent on leaving if it meant leaving you behind? 

“Please don’t be stupid-” Fred sighed, rolling his eyes. 

“Oh, so I’m stupid now?” You scoffed. 

He hadn’t meant to let the harsh word leave his lips - at least, he hadn’t meant it in such a harsh way. 

“Y/N-” Fred used your actual name, something he rarely did, but you barreled right over whatever he was going to say with your next words. 

You were hurting now, and you didn’t entirely care what he had to say. 

“If I’m so stupid, then why should I even bother to stay here and take my NEWTs?” You hissed, twisting around his accidental slip into something he had never meant. “Or am I too stupid to even work at a silly little joke shop with you?” 

Fred scowled deeply. It didn’t suit him. 

“Y/N, this ‘silly little joke shop’ has been my dream since I was five years old!” He barked, now taking your heat of the moment words and running away with them. “You don’t-” 

“I guess I was stupid enough to believe that I was part of that dream!” You cried out in return, cutting off his words once again. 

‘You are.’ He choked down the words. ‘But I can’t bear to bring you down just because I want to be with you. I could never be so selfish.’ 

“I-” He choked on whatever he was going to say, swallowing it down. “I can’t do this right now.” 

He moved to storm off completely, hoping to speak with you later when you both had calmed down, hoping to have a proper, happy goodbye with you before he and George actually left. 

But your next words made him freeze on the spot, and wiped away all of those hopes within him. 

“Fred Weasley, if you walk away, we’re done.” You said, now choking on tears. 

You were utterly insulted that he wouldn’t even fight for you - that he wouldn’t even promise that his heart would be waiting for you after you graduated. To you, it was a sure sign that he was saying that his shop was more important to him than you were. That you were just some stupid schoolgirl fling to him; that along with the shop, he wanted to move on to other women, to find someone that he actually wanted to marry. 

You had never been a part of the dream he had for his life - you had just been a passing fancy in his eye. 

For Fred, it was all too painful. This was the conversation he had been utterly dreading since he and George had decided to take their leave, and it was going far worse than he had planned in his head. He couldn’t face the pain - he couldn’t face hurting you. He couldn’t face missing you, even during a few short months apart before you did graduate. 

So he then did something so terribly stupid, looking to bomb the relationship wide open - hoping to end all of the pain before it even started. 

“Good.” He said, barely turning his head to even look over his shoulder at you. “Would’ve been a waste of parchment writing to you, anyway.” 

With those final, painful words, he stomped off down the stairs, leaving you to collapse against one of the nearby walls in a puddle of tears - for the first time in a long time, without Fred to muffle your sobs in a comforting hug. 

You hadn’t been there to watch him and George ride off on their brooms when they finally gave Umbridge everything she deserved - you had been locked in your dorm, sobbing into your pillow because of that horrible, relationship ending fight. You had only heard from other people later that they had left Hogwarts in a blaze of glory, and you were the only person who knew for certain where they had gone and what their plans were now. 

You hated to admit it - but you missed Fred Weasley. 

You tried your hardest to get over him. You threw yourself into your studies, and you did pass your NEWTs with some of the highest marks in your class. But then, any thought of what potential career you might take on was tossed aside when the world went into upheaval at the hands of Death Eaters. And unintentionally, you were right back at Fred’s side again. 

It was a dreadful thing - being forced to see your ex on such a frequent basis. 

The last time being just a few short days ago when he had come into the Apothecary that you worked at in Diagon Alley, looking for some ingredients for a new WWW product that he wanted to make a test batch of. You had still spent last Christmas with his family, at the nagging insistence of Molly. After your mother had turned up dead and your father was missing, and you had to face the fact that he had likely defected to the Death Eaters out of fear (and the stupidity of his ingrained ‘old ways’), you didn’t really have any other family to turn to, aside from the Weasleys. 

You saw Fred a lot more often than you should - more often than you wanted to, in fact. Because the more often you had to see him walk into your shop with a grin on his face and bear the small talk he would force you into before he finally put in his order, the more you ached. You wanted nothing more than to be able to get away - to go someplace far away that Fred would never find you, so that you could finally heal, could finally get over the way he had broken your heart. 

But the country, and likely the state of all Wizardkind, was in upheaval. So many lives were at risk, and you had your part to play. You had signed on to become a member of the Order the minute you turned seventeen, and you weren’t prepared to shirk that commitment now, just because of a bit of girlish heartbreak. 

It was the reason that you were standing in the now empty residence of Number Four, Privet Drive. You had been called upon last minute to replace Tonks on this particular mission, for reasons that everyone seemed tight lipped about. But you weren’t going to question it - you were just going to step up and do your duty so that Harry could be transported safely, and hopefully go on to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all. 

According to Mad-Eye Moody, it was all very straight forward. Six of the fourteen members of the group would take Polyjuice Potion to turn themselves into decoy versions of Harry, making for seven Harrys in total, and the other half of the group would pair off with a Harry each to be their escort. 

You weren’t a huge fan of the idea of Fred disguising himself as Harry, essentially putting a huge target on his back - but the plan had already been set in place. He had already agreed to it. There was no room for you to protest now. 

“We’re not a big fan of the idea either, mate.” George spoke up when Harry protested against the idea of people risking their lives by being disguised as him. 

“Yeah, imagine something went wrong, then we’d be stuck as a scrawny, specky git forever.” Fred added on with his usual humorous tone. 

You held back a laugh at this comment, and everyone in the room eyed you harshly as you choked on your own breath. Fred smirked, proud that after all this time, he could still draw a laugh out of you. 

Your sense of humour about the whole situation was soon stamped out when Mad-Eye mentioned brooms. The group would have to be flying because Harry couldn’t apparate or use any other common form of transport without the Ministry knowing. 

“Brooms?” You questioned, knowing that your tone sounded far too panicked. “We - we’re flying?” 

“Yes.” Mad-Eye snipped curtly in return. “What exactly about my explanation was unclear, Ms. L/N?” 

His sharp tone and his glare in your direction, along with his use of your surname, instantly transported you back you Defense Against the Darks Arts classes in your sixth year, when you had been intimidated by the man - even if, strangely enough, you hadn’t been taught by the same man who now stood before you. 

You swallowed tightly, a large lump forming in your throat already - an involuntary, wicked reaction overtaking your body because of your fear of heights. Fred looked at you with sad knowing in his eyes, and you didn’t notice when he clenched his fists tightly at his sides, resisting the urge to swaddle you in a comforting hold. 

“Nothing was unclear, just-” You stuttered, breathing in deeply, trying to calm yourself. “I don’t have much experience with flying, and-” 

“Weasley - er - Fred, has already informed me of that.” Mad-Eye said, correcting himself when he realised just how many ‘Weasleys’ were on this mission and how utterly confusing that would get. “He’s insisted on taking you due to your lack of experience. Is that all?” 

Obviously, you didn’t want to publicly admit to your fear. You couldn’t reveal it as the terrible weakness that it was, especially not when there were so many other worries at play. 

“Yes, it’s fine.” You said, nodding, trying to keep the conversation short and keep the attention off you. 

“Good. Now if we’re all done dawdling, we need to get to work.” 

It was downright strange seeing Fred transformed into Harry. 

Even complete with the dorky clothes and the glasses, you still easily spotted him out of the crowd of ‘specky gits’. Maybe it was the years of practice that you had telling him apart from George that made it so easy for you, but he was still so irritably Fred. The fact that he slid his wand into his back pocket - something you had warned him dozens of times would likely result in the wand crunching in half and breaking when he sat down (and annoyed you to the point of you snatching it out of his back pocket to save it, especially before he sat down). The way he reached up to scratch his nose, the smirk on his face when he kept glancing over at the other Harry you were sure had to be George. Especially with the way they were steadily side-eyeing each other, speaking volumes with their looks and having a silent conversation that nobody else knew of. 

The fact that his eyes kept flickering to you every few moments definitely helped you to pick him out of the crowd. Even though you were used to a gentle hazel gazing at you rather than that piercing blue, there was still a unique concern behind his eyes when he looked at you from beyond those spectacles - the same kind of gentle seriousness that you hadn’t really seen from him since he had held your shaking hand on the stairs of the stands on the day of The World Cup. 

Stupidly, it only really occurred to you how close you would have to be with Fred, tightly riding behind him on the back of his broom, when you went outside and he ushered you to climb onto the back of his broom behind him. It had been a little over a year since you had broken up with Fred, and since then, you had not touched him. 

Every greeting had been friendly, but from a distance. Even when he came into the Apothecary and laid his hand on the counter, you snaked out of the way in time to avoid his fingers so much as brushing by yours. You always laid his order on the counter for him to pick it up himself, so that his fingers wouldn’t accidentally brush against yours. You made sure never to have contact with him. And now, you were being forced to climb onto the back of his broom, to hold him tight. 

But you couldn’t protest. You couldn’t demand to switch partners now because of some petty angst you were harbouring about a break-up that had happened so long ago. (Would you call it angst, or stupid, longing, painful heartbreak?) You couldn’t complain - not when this was about transporting Harry safely. This was about something so much bigger. 

Sure, it wouldn’t be exactly the same as holding onto your Fred (not that he was yours anymore - you had to remember that). He was Harry-Fred right now, so he was much shorter and thinner, and you could easily pretend that he wasn’t Fred at all. Which is what you forced yourself to think about as you swung a shaking leg over the broom and climbed on, wrapping your arms around his waist, preparing for take-off. 

It was a bit harder to pretend that this wasn’t Fred when you caught the faintest whiff of his expensive cologne (something he had only started wearing once the shop took off, something you noticed on him for the first time when he came to visit you at the Apothecary). It was definitely still lingering on his skin, something that was so painfully Fred even while you stared at the back of Harry’s wild black hair. 

It pierced your heart a little bit more when he peered over his shoulder at you, striking you as so Fred with those somehow warm, caring blue eyes and gently asking: 

“Good?” 

To which you replied: 

“m fine.” 

The most terrible lie you had ever conjured - something that was soon covered up by Mad-Eye shouting some last minute instructions and waving everyone off. 

When Fred kicked off the ground, you were immediately met with the most sickening wave of nausea that you had ever experienced in your life. You got way too high up for your liking within seconds, the houses on the ground growing far too small in your view, and you couldn’t fight the urge to shut your eyes. 

Unfortunately, it only made you dizzier, but it calmed your nerves a slight bit. You didn’t even realise how tightly you were clutching onto Fred, an utter death grip around his waist, until you heard him let out a grunt of pain from his stomach muscles being strangled by your arms with your fingers digging into him like claws, holding on for dear life. 

“S-sorry.” You stuttered out, shivering from the pure fear of it all, rather than the cool breeze that was whipping at your face. “Sorry, sorry!” 

“I’m sorry!” Fred replied - it was still strange hearing him speak in Harry’s voice, and you were glad that it was temporary. “I should have told them you weren’t up to this mission, I-” 

“I’m fine!” You barked back, hating the idea that your fear would make you unfit for a mission. But in a sense, you knew it was true. You would have spit in the face of any Death Eater, but your fear of heights was so utterly crippling. “Fred, don’t you dare for a moment suggest-” 

“We’ve been breached!” You heard someone - Arthur’s voice, shouting from up ahead. 

Your eyes whipped open and suddenly, you were filled with an entirely different kind of fear. Smoky black clouds of Death Eaters whipped through the sky around you - somehow, they had discovered the plan. And now, they were targeting all of the fake Harrys, firing off curses in every direction, looking for the real one. 

They were targeting Fred. 

That was the only thing at the forefront of your mind - they were going to hurt Fred. 

“Y/N-?” 

“Just get us out of here!” You told him. “I’ll cover you!” 

You knew that you couldn’t close your eyes now. Of course you would step up to protect him. No matter if the two of you were lovers, friends, or something estranged - you still loved him in your heart, and you would protect him no matter what. 

You grabbed your wand out of your jacket and gripped it stiffly, firing a stunning curse at the first silver mask you saw, still tightly gripping onto Fred’s jacket with your other hand. He used both his hands on the broom, gripping tighter with his legs to steer better, years of Quidditch honed skill coming in handy. His ability to be calm and fly mindfully while Bludgers were flying at his head made him a lot calmer with multiple Death Eaters firing potentially deadly curses all around him. In the back of his mind, he thought that Wood would be proud. 

You were still shaking horribly, and a few of your spells didn’t land on the first try, but you kept trying. You centred yourself, remembering what you were doing, who you were here for. In your mind, it wasn’t about Harry, it was never about Harry - it was about Fred. It was because Fred had approached you about the last minute replacement, it was because Fred was the one on the broom in front of you, the one you would have died to protect. 

You didn’t see when someone Apparated in a thick cloud of black smoke behind you, and raised their wand in your direction, hitting you squarely in the back with a heavy jinx. It was the force of a brick wall smacking you, something that sent you and Fred tumbling end over end through the sky and sent you flying cleanly off the broom because you didn’t have the instinct to grip the wood with your thighs like he did. 

You let out a shrill scream as you felt yourself falling, your worst fear coming to life. 

Thankfully, Fred was quicker than gravity - quicker than death. 

He laser focused on you, and suddenly, everyone else was gone. All the supposed danger, all the Death Eaters - even other members of the Order who might have needed his help - they all vanished in his eyes. 

It was only you. 

He turned the broom into a deadly nose dive, racing down toward you, reaching with his hand out, and in seconds, while you were still hundreds of feet off the ground - he snatched you. He had your wrist gripped so tightly in his hand - slightly sweaty, already slipping. But he wouldn’t have let go of you if Lord Voldemort himself commanded it.  

He likely would have died with that tight grip still around your wrist in those moments if someone had hit him with the killing curse. 

He slowed the broom down, turning up out of the dive, intent to get you away from the fight, driving forward. Scarily, his arm muscles were already shaking from holding up all of your body weight. 

You stared up at him with tears of pure terror dancing in your eyes, and though he was wearing the mask of The Chosen One - in those moments, the terrified, caring, loving eyes of your Fred were staring right back at you. 

As much as you trusted him, you felt yourself slipping out of his grip, and more fear swelled inside of you. 

“Freddie, help me!” You screamed, shaking, flailing under his grip, trying to reach your other arm up to help as he struggled to hold onto you. “Freddie, please, I don’t wanna die!” 

“I’m not gonna let you die!” He replied, desperation gripping his throat. “Just - look at me. Don’t look down.” 

Of course, you were distinctly reminded of that day at The World Cup. And somehow, you felt the same sense of safety with him now that you did then - even if you didn’t have the railing or even the gravity of something under your feet. 

His muscles shook harder, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold onto you for much longer. 

He had to pull you up. 

“I’ve got you.” Fred huffed, straining with the effort. “I’ve got you-” 

He tried pulling you up, but his muscles shook harder in protest, and he let out a harsh, murderous scream of frustration. And then he did the only thing that he could think to do. He gripped onto you tighter, and he used his legs and his other hand to do a sickeningly sharp barrel roll, twisting the broom completely around by leaning with his right shoulder. He flipped the entire broom with the hopes that you would get the chance to be flipped back onto it safely. 

Luckily, even though you let out another terrified scream, you got the hint and hooked your leg around the wood mid-air, holstering your shaking body back behind him. You gripped onto Fred even tighter then, and one glance around told you that luckily, or unluckily, the fight had cleared off from around the two of you. 

Perhaps they had heard you call this imposter Harry by the name ‘Fred’, perhaps you had given the real Harry away and ruined the whole plan. As you squeezed your eyes shut again and shoved your now tearful face into Fred’s back, selfishly, you couldn’t bring yourself to truly care. 

The rest of the trip went on too long for your liking - you were still crawling with anxiety and eager to have your feet back on the ground. 

Toward the end of it, you felt Harry-Fred’s body shift back into the tall, more muscular form that you were familiar with (somehow a bit more muscular than you remembered, but you tried not to get caught up on that detail). You were more than relieved when you felt your feet brushing against the ground with the landing. Distantly, you heard the familiar, comfortingly worried baulking of Molly’s voice, and you opened your eyes to see that Fred’s head was much higher up than it had been before, and his hair was thankfully returned back to its bright red state. 

Molly rushed over to Fred, and there was some conversation, but you couldn’t make it out - blood was thumping in your ears, your body still overtaken by all the horrible symptoms of your fear. The moment that Fred dropped the broom in order to step away from it, you stumbled off into the grass on weak legs. 

You hardly realised that you were hyperventilating - you simply felt dizzy, felt your chest aching from the lack of breath; you noticed that your vision was blurred with tears, and you knew that you weren’t getting enough oxygen. You pressed now muddy hands to your face in desperation, trying to usher more air past your lips, and it was then that a streak of orange fell into your view as Fred dropped to his knees in front of you. He had heard you gasping, and of course, rushed to you with nothing more than concern flooding his system once again. 

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He murmured, trying his best not to panic himself at seeing you like this - he gently took a hold of your face, guiding your vision toward him. “Look at me. You’re alright now. You’re safe.” 

Of course you knew that. You knew that you would always be safe with Fred. 

But your body hadn’t even registered the fact that you had landed yet - the panic only now fully setting in, bringing with it the most cruel, shocking symptoms you had ever experienced. You did the only thing you could think of - the only thing that would truly make you feel safe. Something you knew would truly ground you after experiencing such chaos so high up in the air. 

You launched yourself toward Fred, pressing your face into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist in a firm hug as you tried to stifle down sobs. He easily accepted this, his thick arms coming to cradle your back, selfishly thankful to have you back in his arms. He gently rocked you back and forth as he peppered more soothing words beside your ear. 

“You’re alright now, darling.” He said, letting the pet name slip so easily that it frightened him. He rubbed a hand up and down your back, feeling your gasping panic all too quickly soothe away under the firm warmth of his touch. “You’re alright.” 

Almost instinctively, he laid a kiss on your temple, not entirely realising that this wasn’t necessarily something an ex-boyfriend would do - he was so ripe with the urge to comfort you, the need to make your pain go away. He couldn’t help but take a little something selfish as the empathetic waves of your panic echoed over to him. 

“I was never gonna let you fall.” He whispered, almost speaking these words to himself - a sacred promise. 

He had regretted every day since the break-up, and even if he couldn’t be your lover, he was never going to let you get hurt. 

You gripped him tighter, your breathing almost back to normal now, and you pushed your face tighter into his chest, relishing in the firm warmth of his body against you. This was something you hadn’t felt in far too long. Fred placed another kiss on the top of your head. He was about to say something entirely dangerous when another bit of chaos came tumbling through the garden, distracting him away from you and causing the words to die off in his throat. 

Remus, hauling George across the grass - and George, slumped over, a massive amount of blood dripping down the side of his head. 

“Georgie.” Fred gasped quietly. 

Your head whipped around at this, and in sync, you and Fred scrambled to your feet, rushing to see what had happened to him. Fred lifted George’s other arm to help get him inside and safely rested him on the couch. 

It was a horror show. 

The flesh of George’s ear had been blown to bits, blood smearing down across his face and spilling down the side of his neck; he was sickly pale and barely conscious. His eyes only flickered, giving you some sense of life in him when Fred called out his name after making sure he was resting comfortably on the couch. 

“Georgie?” 

There was a rare quiver in Fred’s voice that made your stomach quake. Fear. You were not accustomed to hearing Fred fearful, not of anything. Even when he had abandoned Hogwarts and dove into a career as a shop owner without a single clue if he would find success, he did so without a single bit of fear in his heart. 

But of course - seeing his dear brother like this, knowing that someone he loved had been so close to danger - it made him terrified. 

“Hey, Fred.” George croaked back weakly. 

At least he was conscious enough to speak. That gave you quite a bit of relief. 

“How’re ya feeling?” Fred asked. 

“Saint-like.” George replied, a tired smirk gracing his lips that told you he was forming a joke - something that was utterly hilarious in his mind that would only make sense to others when he delivered the punch line. 

You wanted to sob, you wanted to laugh, you wanted to scream. Of course he would be making jokes only moments after nearly being killed. 

“Come again?” Fred said quietly, tentatively. 

Perhaps it sounded partially dangerous to him like it did to you. Perhaps George felt Saint-like because he was too close to death. 

Both of you and Fred held your breath as you waited for the reply. 

“Saint-like.” George grinned. And then he lifted a tired hand and gestured toward the bloody hole on the side of his head before he delivered his glowing punchline. “I’m holy. I’m holy, Fred. Get it?” 

Fred grinned, and you let out a gasping chuckle that you knew was mostly tears. Behind you, Molly inhaled sharply through her teeth, running a hand over her forehead with the stress, and Ginny shook her head as she exhaled an exhausted sigh. 

“The whole wide world of ear related humour, and you go for ‘I’m holy’?” Fred replied, unable to resist humouring George. “That’s pathetic.” 

You knew that if either of them knew anything about the story of the Muggle painter Van Gogh, then they would have been making jokes in that lane. 

“Reckon I’m still better looking than you.” George added on tiredly. 

“You were always better looking than him.” You said, your voice throttled by tears, unable to resist. 

When you turned around to retreat, you saw Ginny clutching onto Molly, clearly hiding tears in her mother’s shoulder, Molly’s face dancing with a kind of sadness you had never seen before. You knew you couldn’t run from your pain. You had known the Weasleys for so long, loved them too much. You had a distinct kind of duty here. 

“Molly, do you have a cauldron around?” You asked, hating how choked with tears your voice was. “I can whip-up something for his pain. I do it at the shop all the time. And a Sleeping Draught, so he can get some rest.” 

It was true - one of your many duties working at the Apothecary was making and bottling simple, common potions to sell (pregnancy test potions, simple multi-use pain potions, Dreamless Sleep Draughts, cures for warts and other common rashes) - many people liked the convenience of coming in and buying a potion for everyday uses rather than having to make it themselves. 

“There’s no need-” George began to protest, but Fred easily cut him off. 

“Come off it.” Fred hissed toward his brother, not taking kindly to ‘selfless’ idea of George not accepting something for the pain he was clearly in. Then, Fred rose up from his place beside George and turned to you with a look of intense concern on his features. “Whatever you need.” 

… 

You had barely begun to set up everything you needed for the brewing when the others finally came in, bringing more chaos with them. Remus accused Harry of being an imposter, which was quickly proven false. Apparently the Order had been betrayed, which explained the presence of Death Eaters on the mission so easily. They had used inside information to know when Harry was being transported - it was only luck that they had been thrown off by the Polyjuice Potion, having to chase down multiple Harrys and not knowing which one was real (even if George got gravely injured in the process). 

Mad-Eye had been killed. 

You weren’t sure if what you felt was mourning for the man. You hadn’t known him all that well. Not the true version of him, anyway. You continued to weep quietly as you worked on the potions, but you knew it wasn’t specifically for him. His death only served to remind you how truly dangerous the mission had been - how close you, Fred, and George, and the others had all come to death. How lucky it was that nobody else had been killed. 

You tried not to let the suffocating gloom that had overtaken the Burrow due to the near failure of the entire mission disrupt the process of making the potions needed for George. When Molly didn’t have some of the ingredients that you needed, you gave Fred your spare key to the Apothecary and he popped over to get them for you. Mr. Michaelchuk, who ran the place, had always told you to ‘take what you needed’, and this was the one time you had actually taken him up on the offer. 

When Fred returned, he fussed at George’s side, helping him change into pyjamas (when everyone else had cleared out) and tucking him in comfortably to a makeshift bed on the couch, with lots of pillows and extra cosy blankets, to the point where he got annoyed with Fred coddling him. You always knew that the two were good friends in addition to being brothers, as close as two people can be, but you had never seen so much abundant affection between them. It was sweet. 

Molly came back downstairs wearing a plaid dressing gown, with a pair of tiny reading glasses balanced on her nose, her slippers scuffing along the floor. She mentioned that Arthur was already ‘snoring away’ - but of course, she had no intentions of going to bed herself. Because of course, if George was down here on the couch, it was so that she could watch over him while she busied herself with knitting - much like she had when Arthur had been on the ward at St. Mungo’s after he had been attacked by the snake. You had gotten a particularly nice jumper for Christmas that year, one that you still wore often when it got particularly cold outside. 

Fred had settled to sit on the couch by George’s feet, and the two had fallen into a hushed conversation, though you didn’t hear most of it. And of course, it wasn’t long before Molly rushed Fred off to bed, just like she had done with everyone else, wanting to give George the space to rest without distractions from visitors. 

“-just get her back, you idiot.” You hear George hiss in a whisper before Molly pushed Fred toward the stairs. 

He couldn’t possibly be talking about…? 

No. 

No, he wasn’t. 

You didn’t think about it. Instead, you let yourself get lost in the meditative process of brewing, making sure that the potions were perfect. You made sure that George was pain-free and lost to a deep, restful, healing sleep (with a few pre-brewed bottles of the potions to spare that would keep his pain at bay for the next few days) before you finally went upstairs, ready to collapse with exhaustion. 

You passed by Fred and George’s room on your way to your final destination, Ginny’s room, where you would be staying with her and Hermione, from now up until Bill and Fleur’s wedding. After which, you would return to your apartment above the Apothecary and try to resume your best sense of ‘normal’ life. All of your things were already unpacked in Ginny’s room, and you had a sleeping bag set up on the floor there. 

But of course, you naturally came to a stop at the mouth of Fred’s open bedroom doorway, letting an instinctive caring overtake you and participating in the need to check on him. 

The sight you saw made your heart ache. 

Fred was sitting on the edge of his twin bed, his posture slumped with pure exhaustion. He hadn’t even changed out of the now ill-fitting Harry clothes that he had to wear for the mission: jeans, a tee shirt, and a grey sport jacket that were now coated in dirt and traces of George’s blood, all oddly short in the limbs and emphasising his tallness, his hands still stained bright red in a way that couldn’t be washed off. 

His face was marked with tear tracks, and his tired, dead gaze was fixated on George’s still neatly made matching twin bed. A space that was hauntingly empty across from his - a sign that his brother was missing. A sign of just how easily someone precious could have been taken from him that night. 

“Freddie?” 

You croaked out, the nickname slipping out in a way you couldn’t control once again, causing him to snap out of whatever distant, depressing thoughts he was caught in. His head jolted toward you, only now realising that you had been standing in the doorway for so long. 

“Y/N,” He responded, his voice choked by tiredness, sadness. 

It was so alarmingly strange to see someone who was usually the pinnacle of laughter reduced down to this. You had never seen Fred Weasley so sad before. 

You had seen him angry, on occasion - like when someone insulted you, or when he had been banned from Quidditch for getting into a fistfight with Malfoy. You had seen him annoyed - like when he found out that the age to enter the TriWizard Tournament was seventeen, and he was only a few months away from being eligible. (You were thankful for that one, and secretly thankful when his Ageing Potion had failed). 

You had seen Fred go through a lot - but you genuinely believed that was the first time you had seen him so deflated in the face of the world. 

He rose to his feet, turned his back to you, almost as if trying to hide. He raised a hand to his face, and your heart ached more when you realised that he was trying to wipe away tears. 

“Come on, let’s get you ready for bed.” You said, moving forward, gently putting a hand on his shoulder, moving up to peel the sport jacket off him. 

You knew that the sadness, something he so rarely felt, had paralyzed him. You knew that sleep was what all of you needed right now - some rest to get your heads on straight. And you wanted to help him in any way that you could. 

“I can’t-” Fred huffed, stepping away from you, putting some distance between the two of you in the small room. “I can’t do this right now.” 

Your stomach curled into a horrible knot as he echoed the words he had spoken to you on that horrible day, when he had broken up with you and relinquished himself from your presence without a second thought. 

It truly hit you then - he didn’t want your help. He didn’t want to be near you now. He had only held you close a few hours ago because it had been a matter of life and death. He had helped to calm you down because it was the friendly thing to do. He didn’t want you here now. 

“Okay.” You choked out, nodding, taking a step toward the door. “O-okay.” 

A hot tear rolled down your face, and you moved to make your way toward Ginny’s room. You were harshly whipped across the emotional spectrum again when Fred stopped you. 

“Y/N, no.” He said, reaching out and grabbing onto your elbow. “Wait.” 

“What, Fred?” You wheezed, your body breathless and exhausted from the horrible roller coaster that you had been on that night. You knew that you glared at him horribly, but you couldn’t help it. “What is it that you want from me?” 

Fred took a step back, as though you had burned him, running stiff hands through his hair. You could have easily run off, turned your back on him and never spoken to him again. Just like he had done to you on that day so long ago. But you waited with your chest tight, waiting for him to finally give you an answer. Did he want to be friends? Did he want you to disappear from his life completely? Did he want-? 

“I can’t-” He choked out, clearly struggling for breath. “I can’t…” 

He swallowed around a fat tongue, and after a heavy moment, he finally got the words out. 

“I can’t lose you.” 

The words spooked you more than the sight of George’s bloodied, blown-apart ear. 

You stared Fred down with a ghost in your eyes, somehow more terrified than you had been when you had been dangling hundreds of feet above London. He was frantic, rapidly searching for more words to explain himself. 

“I - I almost…” He gasped, his throat tightly constricting again. “You almost slipped out of my hands.” 

He spoke the words as though they were a horrible curse, raising his hands in front of him as if to demonstrate the point, as if to demonise his own limbs for not having enough strength to hold you up. His hands shook with undistilled anxiety, with anger towards himself. 

His declaration gave you that sickly sense of nausea, as though you were back up in the air again. You realised that maybe he hadn’t been sitting on the edge of the bed, mourning about potentially losing George - but instead, he had been thinking about you. 

“I didn’t. I didn’t slip.” You replied, the words choked off in your throat, rushing to assure him of the good he had done. 

You were unable to resist the urge to reach out and take his hands in yours, steadying his grip with a firm anger of your own. You were unsure how he could be so cruel toward himself when he had saved your life only hours before. 

“You held me up, Fred. You didn’t let me fall.” 

He let out a huff, shaking his head negatively. 

You knew there was something more troubling him - something deeper that he had yet to speak of, or perhaps wouldn’t tell you at all. He grinded his jaw tightly and slipped his hands away from yours. You stood there, looking at him tensely, wondering if he was going to clue you in, or if he would simply say goodnight and let himself stew with whatever horrible emotions he was feeling. 

“I can’t live like this.” He declared harshly, his throat raw. “I can’t live with you at arm’s length.” 

So what? Was he saying that… he was upset about the break-up? 

Was he saying that he hadn’t actually wanted to be apart from you? 

A look of pure confusion knit across your features, and in the murky silence, Fred moved on to explaining. 

“I let you go once before.” 

He whispered, the words so quiet on his lips, a crazed type of regret dancing in his eyes - in an instant, you knew he wasn’t talking about the mission or flying. He was talking about how easily he let you go from his life - the break-up. 

“I let you slip away from me far too easily. And it was the stupidest thing I have ever done.” 

“Freddie-?” You choked out, more chaotic emotions rocketing through your body now. Anticipation, anxiety - that love for him that you had bottled away slowly creeping back in. But you couldn’t bear to let it flow through you, not yet, not until you knew. 

“If one of us were to die tomorrow, I couldn’t live my last day knowing that I wasted it not being yours.” He declared, the pure passion in his words causing every small hair on your body to stand up on end, making you dizzy. “I know that I’m the biggest git on earth for what I did to you, and for not apologising sooner, but please, please, please, darling-” 

You couldn’t take it anymore. 

You grabbed both sides of the sport jacket and used it to haul him down toward you, planting your mouth firmly onto his, moaning into a kiss that you had longed for, having so sorely missed the touch of his lips on yours. 

You had missed him so damn much. 

Fred was quick to keep up, letting out a delighted sigh of his own, his stomach doing flips in delight, almost in disbelief of just how lucky he was that you hadn’t slapped him across the face and stormed out. 

When your hands ventured down, smoothing across his body - he became even more delighted that you seemed to want more than a kiss out of him. And he was quick to prepare. 

He reached to his back pocket for his wand and pointed it at the still open bedroom door, performing a quick spell that slammed it shut and locked it. In the back of his mind, he was thankful that his bedroom had some silencing wards around it from the days when Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes had been in its infancy, operating their prototype experiments out of this room in the darkest hours of the morning. (Percy got sick of being woken up by the twins’ excited voices and the sound of sputtering cauldrons, and put the silencing wards around their room for his own sake, not knowing how much more it let the twins get away with.) 

Fred was surprised when you took another fitful grip on the front of his shirt, using it to direct him back toward his bed and shoving him down onto it with a strength that he barely knew you had. He fell sideways across the small twin bed, his knees crumbling along the side of the mattress, leaving him sitting with his feet on the floor and his body half collapsed against the tightly tucked-in covers that his mother had prepared before everyone’s arrival. 

He was utterly weak to your whims, anyway, and would have gone wherever you put him. 

He was expecting you to climb on top of him, something needy inside of him yearning for the feeling of your body on top of his after missing it for so long. And he found himself further surprised when you dropped to your knees in front of him, settling your shoulders between his spread thighs, forcing him to spread his legs wider apart to accommodate you. The action spiking a sharp breath out of his lips when you shoved up the hem of the shirt that technically wasn’t his and reached for the button on the jeans that fit him even worse as his cock grew to life underneath them. 

“Y/N, darling-” He choked out, breathy and sharp through his teeth, an intense wave of lust hitting him all at once. 

All night, both of you had been through the emotional ringer - calm determination, fear, possessiveness, mild relief, grief. All while trying to hold back your emotions for each other, balancing right on the edge. Trying desperately to hold each other at arm’s length. 

And now he had you right where he wanted you, where he had been dreaming of you being for months since the break-up; and for some stupid reason, some part of him still felt that it was wrong. That part of him screaming that he should be the one on his knees serving you, that he needed to better apologise-

He reached for your shoulder, clearly trying to coax you back up onto the bed with him, and you swatted the touch away. 

“Don’t-” You choked in return, continuing on your determined path, ripping his zipper down and tugging at the waistband of his jeans. “Freddie, please. Let me do this.” 

You looked up at him with a glassy heat in your eyes that he had never seen before. All the times he had pinned you against walls in quiet corners at Hogwarts, with his hand up your skirt - he had never seen you so wild, so desperate. 

Something utterly possessive rippled through you - something that screamed that you needed to have him weak and moaning for you, that you needed to worship him, to thank him for doing the impossible and saving your life. He was a strong, wonderful man and you needed to taste that strength. You needed to know that you were the only thing that could have him weak, quivering, begging. 

“Fuck-” Fred hissed out when you reached past the band of his underwear and grabbed his cock - your warm touch wrapped around his shaft felt like a deadly awakening, especially when it had been so long since anything but his own had had touched his cock. 

All too soon, he surrendered to you entirely and lifted his hips, slipping the fabric of his jeans and his underwear down completely past his thighs, letting you have whatever you wanted from him. He supposed that’s how it always went with the two of you - he would let you have whatever you wanted, even before you asked. (That’s why the break-up had gone down the way it had - it had been the one time he had been stubborn on something, not simply letting you have your own way.) 

You took him in your hand, slowly pumping his length as you admired him, gently re-familiarising yourself with his body, feeling like it had been far too long. 

“Did you miss it, darling?” He asked, looking down the length of his body at you with a cocky smile stretched across his soft lips. 

You rolled your eyes, hating the possibility of making his ego any larger. 

“Oh yes, your wonderful big cock was the thing I missed most about you,” You griped in return, hoping that your sarcastic tone was more than apparent. 

“I knew you only wanted me for my body.” Fred chuckled. 

As much as you wanted to deny it - Fred Weasley’s cock was a marvel that you couldn’t have forgotten if you had tried. 

During your time apart, it haunted your heated dreams, turning them into nightmares of pure want, your mind dangling something in front of you that you couldn’t have. It made things even worse when he would come into the Apothecary, flirting with you and flashing you a smile, showing off his broad shoulders in those fine tailored suit jackets and making your eyes flicker to his zipper in an utterly whorish way. 

Now, you felt spoiled to have it in front of you again - the perfect beastly eight inches, lean and tall just like he was, curved off slightly to the side, sticking off from a sparse patch of ginger hair. 

Your pussy clenched as you thought about having him inside of you again for the first time in so long, giving you that perfectly full feeling that your fingers never could - but you craved his taste first. You wanted him under your control - you knew part of it was driven by all the fear you had experienced that night, all the chaos that had made you feel so powerless. You needed to feel alive, needed to wield power over someone, something. 

You got your mouth on his cock with a downright feral hunger. 

Fred let out a deep moan and threw his head back, collapsing onto his elbows as the heat and wetness of your mouth enveloped the heat of his cock - it sent another wave of lust zipping through him, reminding him just how throbbing hard he was, just how much he needed you. This was made even worse when you moaned around him - you couldn’t help but to enjoy the feeling of his cock in your mouth, perfectly full, making you choke in such a beautiful way when you dropped down to take more of him. 

“Fuck, darling, shite-” 

You quickly became drunk on the feeling. 

Your eyes fell closed and you simply let yourself enjoy it, loving the fullness of his big, beautiful cock filling up your mouth. With a hand loosely wrapped around the base of his cock, your jaw wide as you began bobbing your head. Your tongue flat against the base, tasting as much of him as you could while you enjoyed the feeling of him so fat and thick in your mouth, gagging you slightly whenever the round tip hit against the back of your throat. It was a perfect, slow rhythm that agonised him and delighted you, and soon had spit pooling around your knuckles. 

The wetness drove him even more insane, especially when it allowed for your soft lips to move slicker against his shaft. 

“Goddammit, please, please, oh-” 

You could feel his thighs begin to quake and quiver beside you, and you wondered if he was close already. 

You couldn’t resist the urge to pull off - wanting to tease him a little. Part of you wanted that bit of revenge, wanting to get him back for the pain he had caused you when he had turned his back on you that day. Though you weren’t entirely cruel, and you didn’t leave him hanging out to dry completely. 

You kept your hand pumping on his now spit-slicked cock (it was that slow, agonising rhythm that caused him to pant like a needy dog), and you moved your mouth downward, giving in to the personal urge to lick and suck on his heavy balls. You did want to drive him a bit more insane, and give into your personal curiosity about what the heavy sac would feel like against your tongue. 

“Fucking - oh - darling, what are you doing to me-? That fucking mouth-” 

Fred wasn’t sure if this was heaven or hell. 

It left him stuck in some sick purgatory where the woman he loved had turned into a sex-crazed vixen, but wouldn’t let him touch you everywhere he wanted to most. Instead, he was sentenced to stare at you as your gorgeous mouth teased his aching cock, making him harder, driving him madder with every stroke of your little devilish tongue. He couldn’t take it anymore - not when your pretty fingers gripped around the base of his cock just right and your lips suctioned so perfectly around one of his bullocks. 

He wouldn’t waste the night cumming over your fist without getting his hands on you properly first. 

He weaved his fingers into your hair and yanked you back, caused you to let out a small yelp - not one of pain, but a bitter sound of complaint as you were pulled off his cock too early for your liking. The sharp tingle of him pulling on your hair caused your tongue to lull out, trailing a filthy bit of spit back to his balls that had him growling. 

Before any words could form, he leaned down and used this grip on your hair to guide you to his lips, shoving his tongue into your open, waiting mouth - something that had you moaning once again, and easily following his lead as he guided you up to sit on his thigh. 

“Don’t expect that I’m gonna waste it all over your hand, darling.” He murmured against your lips between heated kisses. “When I cum tonight, it’s gonna be deep inside your sweet cunt, yeah?” 

You moaned loudly at this. 

You had devolved past the point of words now - having his cock so thick and heavy in your mouth only making you fuzzy-headed and more needy for him. You unconsciously canted your hips against his thigh, grinding your pussy against him through the fabric of your jeans, needing more. You panted against his cheek as he moved deft fingers to undo the button and zipper of your pants while he continued to speak. 

“I need you, pretty girl.” 

He growled lowly in your ear, the pure passion of the declaration causing such intense waves of lust through you that you would have collapsed - if not for the brick wall of his muscled body holding you up. (Hold you up for the dozenth time that night, only for a drastically different reason this time). 

“I need to see you cum on my cock. Missed this pretty cunt so much, can’t wait-” 

He trailed off in his crazed lustful ramblings when he shoved his fingers past the now open fly of your jeans and into your underwear, quickly finding a distinct wetness and landing on your clit with a firm touch like a magnet. 

“Freddie!” You wept into his neck, bucking into the touch as you tumbled into a madness of your own. 

He began circling quickly on your clit, enjoying your gasps and other sounds, enjoying the feeling of you bucking so wildly on his thigh. All too soon, he was overtaken by a little pinch of mischief that always crept up on him. The urge to get you back for your earlier teasing. He quickly removed his hand and felt a smirk spread across his lips at the deflated little whimper you made, your eyes snapping open just in time to catch him licking your wetness off his fingers. 

“Fred-” You began to protest, sharp demanding in your tone. 

“Come on, get these clothes off,” He said, giving you a firm pat on the ass that made you far too weak to his whims. 

“Freddie-” You whined this time - and rather than giving into you, he brought up a fantastic point. 

“The faster you get your clothes off, the faster I can get my cock in you.” He whispered hotly against your ear, making you shiver. 

You hated that he was right. 

You stood up, moving to strip your shirt off over your head, glaring at him the whole time while he also began to strip himself. 

“Go on, good girl.” 

You hated how those words made you even wetter. You hated how easily he manipulated you based on weaknesses he knew so well. 

“I hate you.” You mumbled quietly, absolutely no heat in the words as you reached to unclip your bra. 

“Oh darling, if only that were true.” 

He said pointedly, mourning peeking through that bit of mischief in his eyes. Something you didn’t have too much time to decode as stood to his full height to untangle his jeans from his legs, knowing that you would quake in his shadow and become even more turned on from this. 

Once you were both naked, he ushered you down onto the bed, making sure that you were comfortable with your head on the pillow as he captured your mouth in another needy kiss. You moaned against his lips, easily sucking his tongue in as you tangled your fingers into that fiery red hair and gave an appreciative tug. You then tucked your knee up over his hip, opening yourself up to him - this caused his heavy cock to brush against your wetness, making you gasp into his mouth as the two of you made contact for the first time in far too long. 

“Freddie-” You gasped, unconsciously bucking your hips up, causing your pussy to wetly slide against his cock in a way that forced a deep groan out of him. “Oh, fuck, oh-” 

“Shh, darling, Daddy’s got you,” Fred replied, palming across your forehead and your hair in an almost gentle way while he further parted your thighs with a firm knee. 

His words caused you to choke on another moan. 

You had heard Fred refer to himself as ‘Daddy’ before - but much like everything else in his life, it was always a joke. He would be buying his favourite sweets and mumble ‘come to Daddy’ before tearing open the package and devouring them. He would say that his codename was ‘Big Daddy’ when setting up a particularly epic prank. (George was ‘Big Red’ and you were usually ‘Darling’ or ‘Garden Flower’. They were not the most useful or top secret codenames.) You had heard him jokingly shout ‘Daddy’s home’ when returning to the Gryffindor common room, only to have the expected laughs and jokes in return. 

You had never expected that the name would turn you on so much. But you had never, ever expected to hear it in this context. You had also never expected that it would sound so natural in this context. But it suited him so well. It seemed to only compliment the gentle kind of caring he gave you - how protective he was over you, how safe he made you feel. 

“Daddy,” You moaned in return - Fred gripped your hip with a deadly, bruising grip and looked at you with a fierce heat in his eyes. 

Hearing that word from your lips turned him on in a way he couldn’t explain. And in that moment, it took every bit of his personal will not to slam his cock into you and hammer his hips forward until you said it again, and again, and again. Until you screamed it. 

He took a hold of his cock with the other hand, and you expected him to slide into you, finally giving you both what you truly needed - but instead, he began rubbing the round head of his cock against your clit, further teasing you. You let out a gasp and looked at him with pleading in your eyes. 

“Freddie,” You whined, attempting to angle your hips up, fruitlessly trying to trick him to slip his cock inside of you. You knew him too well, knowing that once he got the tip in, he wouldn’t be able to resist fucking you senseless. But he held you down with the hand on your hip, making you barely able to move at all against his muscular hold and the awkward angle he had you pinned with. 

“Come on, sweets,” He purred, laying a kiss on your forehead, and then your cheek, trailing kisses down your neck as he murmured against your skin. “Tell Daddy what you need. Say the word and I’ll give you anything you want.” 

He began roughly smacking his cockhead against your clit, making you jolt and gasp sharper, making your pussy leak furiously against the bed. You cried out and gripped his hair tightly, almost meanly, desperate for the teasing to end. You didn’t see the way he was staring at your cunt, mesmerised by the sight of your swollen pearl kissing against his cock, glistening, wet and needy. Something that he would burn into his brain forever and most definitely revisit on lonely nights. 

“Please, Daddy!” You moaned, hoping the name alone would goad him into giving in. But you knew what he truly wanted, and you couldn’t wait any longer. “Please - fuck - I need your cock. I need you to fuck me, I need-” 

Perhaps he was truly satisfied by this, or perhaps he couldn’t take the teasing anymore himself - either way, he finally guided his cock down to your pulsing entrance and pushed in, swearing hotly under his breath when the tight, wet, perfect heat of your cunt began sucking him in for the first time in over a year. 

“Oh, oh fuck, Freddie,” You moaned, tugging on his hair. “Oh-” 

“Fucking perfect,” He swore into your ear. “Dammit, I’ve missed this pussy so much.” He choked on a groan as he continued slowly inching his hips forward, splitting you open with his massive length, making your pussy ache and burn in the most perfect way. “Good girl. So good for me. So good for Daddy,” 

You both moaned loudly once he was fully seated inside of you - you, feeling that deep satisfaction of feeling so perfectly full once again, and Fred so deeply enjoying the wet warmth of your pussy around him that was so irreplaceable because it was you. 

Sensing your need, especially after all his teasing, and after spending so long without him - he didn’t make you wait any longer. 

Fred began rocking his hips into yours at a gentle, even pace, not wanting to hurt you. From the sound of your gentle whines and the feeling of you squirming beneath him, he could tell that you needed more. He could tell that now wasn’t the time for holding back. 

He let out a gentle grunt and you became even more heated and curious as he began shifting around, some clear intent on his mind. You let out a sharp gasp when he raised himself up on his knees, poising himself in the perfect position to fuck you hard, deep, and powerful. Then, he made it even more deadly when he grabbed you by the backs of your thighs, making more air hiss out through your lips when he pressed your body practically in half, pressing your knees up toward your chest before he hooked his arms under your legs to keep them there and planted his hands firmly on either side of your chest. 

The two of you were even closer, even more intimate, and you felt him so much deeper inside of you. 

“Freddie,” 

You croaked out darkly, already feeling him so much deeper as he settled in above you. Your pussy was leaking furiously around him now, clenching tightly and waiting for him to move as a ghost of dark mischief danced through his eyes that promised you were in for the sweetest kind of hell. 

“Good?” He asked, smirking at you. 

“Yes, but what about-?” 

You wanted to warn him not to make too much noise, not to break the bed, which was already creaking in protest underneath the two of you - but he didn’t entirely care. Fred never truly cared about the consequences of his actions once he got an idea in his head - to him, the thrill was more than worth whatever pain may befall him. 

The only time that hadn’t been true was when he had made the foolish, heat-of-the-moment mistake of breaking up with you. And now, he had to make up for it. 

He put all the power into his muscled thighs (the same muscled thighs that had saved you just a few hours ago by gripping onto his broom and steadying the flight) - and ploughed forward with intense power. This began an unforgiving, hard rhythm of pounding into your cunt in hard, deep, fast strokes. 

In seconds, you were putty beneath him - he had you perfectly pinned in place so that you couldn’t have moved an inch if you wanted to, all you could do was lay there and take it. You were weak against the savage movements of his long cock fucking into your swollen pussy over and over again, filling you up in the best way you could have imagined, becoming everything you needed in the world. 

As the room filled with the harsh, wet slaps of his skin against yours and your weak moans, followed by his increasingly animalistic grunts - all there was in the world was you and Fred, the space where the two of you met, the place where he had your thighs pinned open so that his cock could absolutely ruin your pussy.  

“Good girl, such a good girl for me,” He growled against your lips - you moaned pathetically in return, flooding even more wetness around his cock, making the sound of him fucking into you embarrassingly slicker. “Never should have let you go. Should have kept you right here, right where you belong,” 

You wanted to tell him that perhaps the fight was both of your faults, that you should have reached out to him sooner and told him that you wanted him back. That the time apart had been so dreadfully tender for you too. 

But your brain was soup, only further stirred up by the tip of his cock poking around in your guts. So any words you could have said chased out of your lungs with every passionate thrust of his hips up into your wet pussy, and all you managed in return was: 

“Daddy! Fuck, oh-!” 

“Shh, darling, I know.” Fred mumbled into your neck, taking a sloppy, greedy lick of your skin. “I know, sweets. Daddy’s gonna give you what you need. Gonna keep you fucked n’ full. Never gonna let you go again. Never gonna let anyone else touch you-” 

Fred’s hips stuttered and you tightly squeezed around his cock at the words. 

Perhaps it was a wink of his personal insecurity peeking through. The horrifying idea that because he had broken up with you, you might find somebody else. When in fact, you had been so caught up on him, only thinking about him, waiting for him. (The whole time, thinking that he had broken up with you because he no longer had any favour in his heart for you.) 

“Just you, Freddie.” You breathed out, desperately trying to get air past your now very chapped lips. “Always yours-” 

“Yes, mine.” He replied, that crazed desperation returning to his voice. “Mine, my girl.” 

He sealed his lips against yours, grinding his hips tightly against your pelvis rather than fucking you with any kind of rhythm now - showing you just how deep he was inside of you, just how much he owned you, truly, from the inside out. It was something that made your stomach clench, made your body buzz with electricity, and made you whine around his tongue. 

You were close. 

Fred knew this - he knew you too well. He moved a hand down to your clit, letting one of your legs drop slightly, and had two determined fingers on your throbbing clit while he picked up the pace again, pulling his lips back from yours. 

“You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum for Daddy like a good girl?” 

His words, his velvet voice speaking to you so commanding yet so sweet, were what truly brought your orgasm to life in your belly. His voice made the fullness of his cock and the sharpness of his fingers on your clit all the more electric. You likely could have cum just from his words alone if he kept speaking to you that way. 

“Yes, Daddy.” You moaned in response. 

“Good girl. Come on,” 

He breathed hotly against your chin, his eyes now eagerly dancing from your face to the space where your cunt hugged his dick, leaking around him in such a wonderfully filthy way. Clearly, he wasn’t sure where he wanted to look, what part of the show he was more eager to witness after missing out on you for too long. 

“Come on, cum on my cock. Cum for me, love, good girl-” 

His heated words trailed off as your head snapped back and your eyes squeezed shut, your fingers digging sharply into his bicep as your orgasm rocked your body. Fred grunted as he continued to fuck you through it, his eyes glued to you, taking in every single inch of the sexy beauty that was you, the love of his life, as you thrashed and moaned and came on his cock. It was the most perfect sight he could have imagined, and he easily ingrained into his mind forever, praying that he would never have to miss out on it - to miss out on you - ever again. 

“Yes, yes darling, so good for me, so good-” He practically choked on his own words, his voice so thick with lust that it barbed the insides of his throat. 

As he felt the last weak spasms of your pussy around his cock, he stopped rubbing your sore clit and became possessed with a new need, becoming slightly selfish now. He fucked his hips forward even harder, determined to find his own pleasure inside the sweet, soft walls of your cunt. 

“Fucking hell-” He choked out a groan, dropping his head into your neck again as you petted through his hair, encouraging him through it while he unintentionally sent sharp zaps of overstimulation through your pussy with every needy, sharp push of his hips. 

“Freddie,” You breathed out. “Come on, Daddy, cum for me. You’ve been so good to me, come on-” 

He let you another loud growl and pounded into you harder, dropping his hold on your other knee and letting your legs rest to cradle around his waist as he blindly chased his own end inside your soft, wet cunt. 

“Gonna fill you up, gonna fill you up so good,” He whispered into your neck, chanting like a man possessed, sending another unexpected wave of heat through you that made you moan weakly. “All mine, all mine, darling, all mine, gonna give you what you need, fuck-” 

He tried to silence his moans into your neck as he stiffened his back and finally came - his own orgasm hitting him like a firework. He shoved his hips forward stiffly one last time, seating his cock deeply inside of you, stuffing you full, just like he had promised. He gentled grinded his hips against yours in mindless, stuttering strokes while he pumped spurts of hot cum deep inside of you - something that made your body buzz with even more heat and made you moan in return, clutching onto him tightly with your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. 

“Oh darling, oh-” He muttered quietly against your neck as the last waves of his orgasm washed over him. 

It was so perfect, and made you feel so utterly connected to him. It was a distinct reminder of everything you had missed - his warmth, his caring, the thrill he gave you while at the same time making you feel so damn safe. 

When Fred moved to pull away from you, moving to break that connection, every instinct in your body screamed that it was wrong. You clenched your legs around him, digging a heel into his lower back to keep him close, and he let out a grunt - still dizzy from his orgasm and unsure what you were doing. But he settled back into place, creating a filthy ‘squish’ between the two of you. 

“Just hold me.” You said, having no clue when the tears had returned to your eyes, making your voice so clearly wet. “I missed you. I can’t lose you.” 

“Hey, hey shh.” He said, leaning up to kiss along your cheek, rushing to kiss away those tears. “I’m right here with you, darling. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going to lose me.” 

He wrapped his arms around you, wiggling his grip between your back and the mattress to do so. This created the most stunning cocoon, forcing your two bodies even closer together - it wasn’t long before he became soft inside of you, but he stayed there for as long as he reasonably could, kissing along your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, uttering quiet reassurances that you weren’t going to lose him, that you wouldn’t have to miss him any longer. 

It made you incredibly content and warm. At least while it lasted. 

When Fred finally pulled out of you, you felt a deep sense of dissatisfaction and loneliness, which you tried to ignore. Especially because you weren’t sure if he would want you to sleep in his bed - which was something that you wanted very much, especially after the long day you had. But you weren’t sure if he wanted to be left alone to contemplate all of it, to be sure of his decision to take you back. 

You jumped to get out of the bed as though it were on fire, and when you looked to your rumpled clothes on the floor - your jeans still stained with dirt from when you had collapsed in the garden, your shirt likely reeking of sweat from the nerves of everything that had happened - the idea of putting those clothes back on wasn’t exactly appealing. 

Then, something else came to mind. 

“My things are in Ginny’s room…” 

You sighed, realising that if you wanted a pair of pyjamas for the night, or even a fresh pair of underwear, then you would have to waltz in and wake her up - and likely be interrogated about where you had been. She was all too knowing anyway, and any excuses you gave about spending the time caring for George or simply having a ‘talk’ with Fred would be seen right through by her. 

Fred hummed, and stood, and you were surprised when he comfortably went over to the chest of drawers against the wall at the end of his bed, going right to the top drawer. The drawer where you used to keep some of your things when you stayed with the Weasleys on holidays - and surely enough, a small collection of your things were still in there. 

Things that he had never returned to you after the break-up that you had never thought to ask for. You had no idea that he often came to this drawer, sneaking mournful whiffs of your scent - even used your shirts as a pillow case if he was feeling particularly lonely. 

He pulled out a pair of your comfortable sleep shorts and a large, soft, worn green tee shirt with a large shamrock on the front and a ‘94 on the back that he had bought for you as a souvenir from The World Cup. It had been your all time favourite sleep shirt, and you had wondered where it had disappeared to when you moved into your apartment above the Apothecary once you started the job. 

“I hope these still fit.” He said, handing you the clothes. 

“They should.” You said - quiet, careful not to acknowledge the elephant in the room. The fact that he had kept your things all this time. 

“Unfortunately I don’t have any panties for you, so…” He trailed off, a filthy grin plucking up over his cheeks once again when the implication hit the air - the fact that you would be commando underneath your clothing. 

“Yeah, very unfortunate in your eyes, I’m sure, Fred.” You huffed, turning toward the door. “I should go get cleaned up.” 

You let out a small squeak when two strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you sharply back, causing you to collide with the wonderful, bare, muscled, now slightly sweaty body. You couldn’t help but to melt into the touch, and you let out a quiet moan as he began kissing your neck - not in a particularly lustful way, but in a way that was purely loving and affectionate. 

“Don’t think you’re getting away from me that easy, darling.” He whispered in your ear. “Please, do come back afterwards. You know I like to cuddle,” 

You didn’t think that you had ever heard Fred Weasley say ‘please’ for anything so plainly in his life. But, as usual when it came to him, you wanted exactly what he wanted. 

“Only if you insist.” You joked lightly, smoothing a hand over his arm that was still tightly encircled around your middle. “I suppose I can clear some time in my very busy schedule for cuddling,” 

Fred quietly let out a ‘yes’ in celebration, and hesitantly let you go. He then collapsed back onto the bed, relaxing spread eagle, still confidently naked against the covers with his hands behind his head against the pillow. You couldn’t help it when your eyes did a once-over of his body, admiring the soft planes of his muscles that had come from hard work rather than a distinct workout routine and the beautiful bit of fat on his lower belly that made him so warm and nice to cuddle. Of course, when your eyes met his, he was smirking at you. 

“I’ll be waiting, love.” He told you with a wink. 

You rolled your eyes at this, biting your lip to suppress a smile at his somewhat deserved cockiness. 

You moved to leave the room with your newly acquired clothes, wanting to freshen up in the bathroom a bit before going to sleep (the bathroom was right across the hall, so you would have to sneak across the way naked and hope that nobody would catch you, but it should be fine at this time of night). But when your hand twisted the knob and it didn’t budge, you remembered that Fred had locked it earlier. 

He moved to grab his wand from the pocket of his pants, splayed out in the middle of the floor, but you reached for the jeans first. Your wand was still downstairs beside the cauldron that had brewed the potions for George, but often, you found that Fred’s wand worked fine for you. 

Ollivander and other wand experts said that a wizard couldn’t find the same kind of success using a wand that wasn’t their own, but you found using Fred’s to be just as natural, like an extension of your own arm. Perhaps it was because his core was a Dragon Heart’s String, and that heart beat for you just as fondly as his own did. Either way, it was a fine substitution. You unlocked the door easily and tossed the wand back to him where he was sitting on the bed, and then you snuck across the hall to clean up and get dressed. 

When you came back, Fred had crawled under the covers and was starting to fall asleep. When you crawled in alongside him, you found that he hadn’t bothered to get dressed, so you locked the door again, just in case. It was a basic charm that anybody could get through, but it would give the two of you a few minutes of warning to make yourselves decent if somebody did come knocking. 

It felt like the most wonderfully natural thing in the world to settle beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist while he slept on his back, putting your head on his chest and feeling his sleepy fingers brush across your head from behind. 

“Goodnight, love.” He whispered, so quiet as though he was afraid to break apart a beautiful daydream. 

“Goodnight, Freddie.” 

… 

You wondered if all of it had been a dream. 

Fred apologising to you, begging for your forgiveness, the two of you having amazing sex - it was something you had dreamt about many times before. It was something you had wished would come true, only to find yourself waking up alone in a cold bed. So waking up next to Fred, with his large, warm body coiled up against your back like a koala was one of the best ways you could have come into a new day. 

It wasn’t long before the smell of Molly’s cooking reached your nose - the wonderful fatty sizzle of sausages and the bready warmth of toast that told you she was frying up a full English (likely because she had been having trouble sleeping after the events of the night before). Your stomach gave a painful pang, making you want to get out of bed to eat just as much as you wanted to stay cuddled up with Fred. 

You gently petted a touch along Fred’s heavy arm that was wrapped possessively around your waist, and soon, he sucked in a sharp breath as he too began to stir. 

“Merlin, I missed this.” He said, leaning in to smother you with more of his perfect warmth as he somehow crowded tighter against your back, kissing along your clothed shoulder and up your neck once again. 

Your heart fluttered with the sweetness, the fondness of it all, and you wondered how such a hellish night had made way to such a perfect morning. 

“I wish we could stay in bed forever, Freddie, but I think your Mum is making breakfast.” You remarked, finding yourself more aware of your hunger as you woke up more, and more drawn to the delicious smells. 

“We can stay here for a bit longer.” He hummed into your neck. 

Just then - his stomach let out a loud groan of protest, and you giggled. 

“Come on, Big Daddy needs to eat too.” You said, using the nickname in a more playful, joking manner as you patted his thigh, untangling yourself from his arms as you got out of bed. 

You were surprised, and slightly victorious when you saw a slight blush tinging his pale cheeks because of the teasing, the way you had used the nickname. It was amazing to see someone like Fred go from so powerful and confident to fluttering with shyness. 

“I have to find some trousers,” He remarked, suddenly remembering that he was naked. 

“I’ll meet you downstairs,” You grinned, walking across to the bathroom, lucky to beat anybody else there before the others started waking up. 

When you hit the bottom stair, Fred was standing at the back of the couch with his back to you, now fully dressed in a pair of comfortable plaid sleep pants and an old Chudley Cannons shirt that must have belonged to Ron. (It was only because of many winding discussions about Quidditch among the boys that you hadn’t even wanted to hear that you knew the Cannons were Ron’s team and the twins hated them.) 

Fred was leaning over, clearly talking to George, who was still laying where the two of you had left him the night before. You hated that your instinct was to stand back where neither of them had seen you and listen in on their conversation - but you had only learned such matters from Mr. and Mr. Extentenable Ear themselves. 

“...well, yes, I would say that it did go well, but I would still have to classify the nature of the relationship as dubious. Or friendly at best.” Fred said in a rushed whisper. 

Your stomach gave a twist. This time you had to assume that the twins were talking about you. Talking about what had happened between the two of you the night before. 

“Dubious?” George’s voice baulked, clearly trying to stay hushed himself, but having a hard time restraining his volume due to frustration - frustration at not being able to get a better answer out of his brother. “The two of you had sex and you’re classifying the nature of the relationship as dubious? Are you an idiot or was the sex that horrible?” 

You choked down a laugh at this, not wanting to be caught just yet, and resisting the urge to speak up and clarify that the sex was, in fact, great. 

“No, she seemed perfectly satisfied, thank you very much.” Fred hissed back, full of sass. You would have said more than ‘satisfied’ - for once, Fred was actually being humble. “But I just didn’t think to stop and ask: oh, by the way, does this mean that we’re back together and you still love me? Or were just scared and lonely after almost dying and wanted a decent lay? Can you fill out a post-orgasm survey to clarify, please, and make sure to-” 

An arm came up from the couch with a pillow, smacking Fred clear in the chest - hard enough to force a small grunt out of him. George was certainly feeling better. You were glad to know that your potions had done him some good. 

“You should have just asked, you numpty!” George scolded him. “You’ve been mooning over losing her for-” 

“Y/N,” Fred cut off his twin’s words by saying your name, announcing your presence as that smack with the pillow had caused him to finally turn his head and spot you there. 

“Fred.” You grinned, not at all ashamed that you had been caught. 

You walked over to the couch, leaning over to find George grinning at you in a way that said he was holding back a barrage of stomach shaking laughter because of the conversation you had caught the two of them in. 

“For the record, I would call the sex more than satisfactory.” You said, a mischievous grin coming over your lips. “And I do still love you.” You announced, turning toward Fred. “I was lonely and scared last night, but that’s why I came to you. You’re the only person I want to go to when I feel that way. I missed you. And I want you back if you’ll have me.” 

“Merlin, of course I’ll have you.” Fred breathed out a sigh of relief, now grinning as well. “I love you more than anything, darling. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” 

“I have some idea, and it was bloody annoying.” George muttered out, only to be ignored. 

You leaned in for a kiss, naturally, but just as Fred’s lips brushed yours, George let out a loud, fake gagging sound - one that had Molly running into the room, clearly fretting and worried that George was actually ill. 

“I’m fine, Mum.” George groaned as Molly began patting down his head with a wet cloth - clearly, his night had been filled by the annoying, but loving fuss of his mother watching over him. 

“Yes, yes of course.” Molly nodded, hesitantly putting the cloth down. “It’s time for breakfast anyway - do you feel up for sitting at the table, dear?” 

“I would love to get off this bloody couch.” George groaned. 

Fred rushed around to help him up, and after a moment of struggle to his feet, you grabbed his other arm to help him along into the kitchen. 

“I suppose it all worked out for the better.” George said, smiling at you. “Even if you did end up with the less attractive twin.” 

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile at this.

...

A/N: This fic is a oneshot, and there will not be a continuation or a 'Part 2'. This is a capsule story meant to be read independently, and in terms of the narrative, there will not be a continuation. If you are going to leave a comment, please comment about the body of work that has been written here, do not comment asking for more. If you would like to read more of my fics, please take a look at my Harry Potter Masterlist, more specifically, my other Fred Weasley fic - Kisses Like Fire Whiskey. Thank you if you have gotten this far, and happy reading!

[purplecraze]

Beauty and the Beast AU 38

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:45 PM

"mm...." Fugo calmed himself, looking more serious. "Do you.... dislike being reminded of your mother a lot?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:46 PM

He shaked his head

"Not really, it reminds of her but in a good way, umh- whats the word...nostalgic? Yeah"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:51 PM

"It's bittersweet?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:53 PM

"Yeah" he smiled "But i liked it...when i was little it was nice to belive that someday some fairy or things like that would make things better"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:54 PM

"..........did they?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:57 PM

He laughed "Nope! I was on my own till i found this place" he smiled "but somehow it kinda looks like a fairytale anyway right?"

He stopped and snorted

"Dont laugh, but when i kissed you for the first time it was because i really belived that some 'true love kiss' bullshit would happend"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:00 PM

"....." Fugo stared at the pages ahead of him.

"well.....maybe it did."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:02 PM

"Well, the curse its still here" he puffed his cheeks

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:05 PM

"hmn..." he poked a tomato that was on the table, causing it to rot at high speed.

"but between the dome and the full moon.... maybe that kiss was the last push it needed?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:06 PM

He smiled "maybe so...But i wish we could find a solution that works always"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:06 PM

"true. But it did work... you did safe me, Narancia. in a lot of ways." He looked at him.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:15 PM

Narancia blushed, looking away "mh.."

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:18 PM

he leaned on his wrist, staring at him.

"you're my fairy~"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:24 PM

"I-Im not a fairy..." he murmured

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:25 PM

"mmm~?? what part of you is not like a fairy?" he taunted.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:39 PM

"W-Well i dont do magic! And i dont have wings or pointy ears etcetera.."

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:41 PM

"....." Fugo leaned his knuckle to his chin, hiding a smirk behind it. "do you WANT me to say the embarrassing stuff as a reply?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:42 PM

He sighed "at this point" and looked away again

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 2:00 PM

Fugo laughed loud. damn, so cute~~

"hh~ let's see~

I disagree about the flying part, with how you flutter around the castle, light on your feet~

Ever curious, bouncing around, you bring life and sunshine that's more powerful than magic to this cold place. These halls haven't heard laughter in a long time, but every day my jaw hurts from smiling and laughing and talking.

You managed to lure this wretched hermit out of his shell within a few days, even though I had vowed to not approach you so I wouldn't get attached.

Within a week, you even found a way to touch me. And despite everything, you love me unconditionally.

You accept me for who I am, no one has ever done that...

You're my personal little angel and I can't get enough of living happy days like this with you."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 2:03 PM

More Fugo talked, more Narancia blushed, from the cheeks to the tip of his ear and the neck, to the point he had to hide his face with both hands

"Nh...T-That was really cheesy" he murmured but even with his face covered, you could see a smile on his lips

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 2:04 PM

"m? too much? then I'll stop~..." he pretended, trying to get the other to confess he actually did like it

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 2:23 PM

"A bit too much" he giggled removing the hand

"I-Im not too used to compliments.."

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 2:26 PM

"hoh... then maybe I should go on until you've gotten used to it..."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 2:31 PM

You want to kill him? Because thats how you would kill him

Nara didnt added anything, right now sitting the sauce was really interesting

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 2:33 PM

Fugo snickered, even though he was pretty embarrassed aswell. But poking fun at the other was too much fun.

"Why so shy, bellino~?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 2:35 PM

"I-Im not shy!" He squeaked, still looking at the pan

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 2:36 PM

"Really? Then look this way? show me your pretty face?"

Now he's just bullying him.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 2:37 PM

"Nhh but the pan its gonna stick to the sauc- the sauce its gonna stick to the pan.."

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 2:38 PM

"And that's the only reason, bello?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 2:57 PM

"Yep!" Totally

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 2:58 PM

Fugo snickered some more, but finally gave it a rest.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 3:00 PM

Narancia sighed after a bit, as he cooled down.

On the other side, it was nice to see Fugo getting more confident; even it meant being teased

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 3:00 PM

Just one last push:

"I love you~"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 3:03 PM

"...I love you too Panna" he smiled softly and finally faced him, cheeks still red but not as before

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 3:14 PM

"......yes. I know." He whispered, a warm smile on his face.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 3:15 PM

"A-Anyway! Wanna keep reading or its my turn?"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 3:16 PM

"no, I'll read, if you want to." He browsed further in the book.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 3:17 PM

"Nice!" He sat down again, waiting for the other

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 3:18 PM

"done steering, all of a sudden~?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 3:18 PM

"Uh yeah-" he snorted

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 3:19 PM

"fufu, right~ what kind of story do you feel like?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 3:21 PM

"Umh one that ends up good?" He murmured, but its was pretty clear he liked the princesses one

"I like the ones with animals too!"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 3:29 PM

Fugo considered. Nara did seem to like princess stories, so the obvious choice with animals was Snow White. It also had a true loves kiss breaking the spell, like they talked about. So he went and read him that one.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 3:31 PM

Narancia seemed happy to hear, even if those were stories he aready knew, there was sense of sofness to have someone read for you

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 3:37 PM

Fugo scooted some closer so he could read along.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 3:39 PM

When Fugo was over, Narancia glanced one of the books

"Can...Can i try to read one too?"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 3:41 PM

"hm? Of course..." He shoved the book over, trying to not make a point out of it. "just a sec. It's a bit cold." He got up and went to get a large blanket. He sat down and wrapped it around the both of them. Even ifvthey couldn't touch, they could still share warmth like that.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 3:45 PM

Narancia grabbed the book and flipped the pages for a bit, trying to find something short he could read.

At the end he setted for Goldlocks, it was not magical or fsncy as the others, but probabily he could manage to read that.

As he read his cheeks were a bit flustred, expecially when he would have to stop and re read something, yeah he sounded a bit more like a school child having to read in class than an almost adult

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 5:44 PM

well, talking bears that eat soup and sit in chairs and sleep in beds is magical enough...

Fugo listened carefully, not interrupting him when he made any mistake. It wasn't the time for that right now.

He preferred to hear Narancia just talk about all and nothing in his usual voice, but he appreciated it none the less.

"Thanks, that was nice~ you're doing pretty well, actually. I doubt most kids your age can read."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 5:46 PM

"Nhh maybe" he replied "i wish i was better tho"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 5:46 PM

"You'll get better with practice. you didn't get the chance a lot, I'm sure?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 5:48 PM

"Yeah. Expecially since mon was gone" he replied "she would make me pratice by reading the signlas on the steets or the names of the shops" he laughed "if we had a book usually we would rate sell it or if it was really cheap, use it as fuel for the bonefire'

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 5:49 PM

"It's quite remarkable that Mela could read too, really..."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 5:51 PM

He nodded "to be fair i dont really know of her life before she married dad"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 5:51 PM

"................if....uhm..."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 5:52 PM

"Mh..?"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 5:53 PM

".......if.... we find a cure somehow.... and I can leave this place.

we could try to find out more about Mela..."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 5:54 PM

"Oh" he smiled

"That would be nice...to be fair there is a bunch of things i want to see! Oh right! How do hot hair baloon flies??" He asked as he remember the question he did to the night fugo some days ago

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 5:57 PM

"hm? oh, it's not that difficult, actually. hot air is lighter than cold air, so it moves up. then when it cools down again, it goes down. that's how wind exists too.

now, if you can somehow trap that hot air in a balloon with a flame underneath it, it will rise along with the hot air.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 5:58 PM

"Ah! Thats so cool!" He exclamed

"Someday i want to see one with my eyes"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 6:01 PM

"hmm........... want to try making one?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 6:03 PM

"Uh??"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 6:05 PM

"Not a real one. but it should work with carbon paper and a wick. It won't fly for very long, though."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 6:06 PM

"Yes!!" He exclamed "i go fetch what we need! You stirr the ragu time to time!"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 6:08 PM

"eh? n-now??"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 6:10 PM

He stopped "not now?"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 6:14 PM

"...." he thought it over for a sec. "................sure~ why not?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 6:16 PM

"Yay!" He got back running off, coming back some minutes later with the stuff, laying it on the table

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 6:18 PM

"you're so impatient..... we'll also need thin wire and mmm.... something to bridge in between, as light as possible. like a few very thin pieces of wood

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 6:19 PM

"We have toothpicks!" He said as he looked in the cabinets

Sorry foog, you have an adhd boyfriend years before it was even a thing

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 6:21 PM

"mmm.... the thickness is great, but it needs to be longer."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 6:22 PM

"Mhhh" he got out and got back with some sticks, and started to shave it with a knife

Here he was in hyperfocus mode

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 6:27 PM

"fufu~ it'll take a while, but I guess it could work. the toothpicks can still come in hand, though."

he took the carbon paper and tied the corners with rope, forming it like a type of bag.

"I'll need... at least 6."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 6:28 PM

"Sure!" He replied and keept shaving the sticks

[thericeballofcamelot]

I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back

 A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

(Haha, like I would hang out with a prep.)

“I HAVE FOUND MYSELF OK YOU MEAN OLD MAN!”

“Im good at too many things! WHY CAN’T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT’S A FUCKING CURSE!”

“Its okay but we need a new led snigger.” Samaro said.

“Wel………..I said Im in a bnad myself.”

I cudnt belive it. He used 2 b goffik!111

“OMFG u guyz r so scary!11” said Britney, a fucking prep.

She looked down over her pale body, and frowned. 'Where are my emo clothes?' She asked herself in confusion.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Fearfull Proposal

Summary: henry plans a romantic proposal... and instead of coming clean about your secret fear of heights and ruining his romantic plan, you put on a brave face... well until your nearing the top of the london eye.

Warnings: fear, fluff, swearing, typos.

You quivered as you rose higher and higher over londons skyline.

Fuck why? Why the fuck had you got in this dangling glass death trap. A faulty few bolts and you'd be plummeting into the fucking thames!

Henry was standing by the window looking out at the glittering lights in awe.

You were standing with your back turned to the houses of Parliament hands clutching the rail eitherside of you knuckles white. Knees knocking.

God this was the stupidest thing you'd ever fucking done! And it was your own fault.

"Babe, look! God big ben looks soo small never been on this at night"

You hummed nodding but continued looking to the floor.

Henry paused when you didnt correct him with the whole 'big ben is the bell' you usually countered

He turned looking back to you and his stomach dropped.

"Babe? Whoa are you okay there love?" He asked frowning as he saw your eyes clenched shut almost as if you were in pain.

You were trembling and pale to the point he fearded youd pass out.

"Here come sit down and relax, i packed some snacks-" he said placing the specially packed bag of snacks and screw top mini wine bottles.

"No! No I'm fine... I will just stay here... By the saftey bar" you said giggling nervously sparing him a glance and patting the metal you were holding onto for dear life..

Henry faltered and really took in your apperance unsure what to do. It wasn't like he could get you off, you had to ride the ride.

"Babe? Are you scared of heights?"

"Nooo dont be sillyeee- OH MY GOD IM GONNA FUCKING DIE!" you began laughing him off then screamed as the ride stopped.

Instantly you ducked crouching whilst wrapping your arms around the silver bar shouting bloody murder.

It didn't help you were bathed in purple light so couldn't see shit.

Henry got up and rushed to you standing over you arms rounding you holding you securly.

"No, no its fine love... shh its fine baby, they said it could stop to let people on poppet remember?" He said quickly rubbing your sides as you cowered trying to fend off the temptation to look at the thames below.

"Y-yeah fuck hen- im sorry i just..." you mewled turning towards him tucking your head to his chest.

"Scared of heights huh? Why didnt you tell me?" He sighed pressing kisses to your head as you whimpered adn the ride began moving once again.

"Because you went to all this trouble, you planned this surprise and i didnt want to ruin it, you were soo excited" you sniffled blinking at him.

"Hey shh you silly girl, you should have told me. You wouldnt have ruined anything you silly sausage" he cooed winding himself around you tighter.

He was actually annoyed at himself, how the fuck had he not known his girlfriend of a year and a half was scared of heights?

He'd suspected a fear of heights when you both went on holiday for your birthday, but youd managed to convince him it was a fear of flying and planes... not heights.

And come to think of it you didnt even like the glass lifts in shopping centers, you ran to the corner and held on eyes locked onto the doors the entire time.

So this was the worst surprize he could of planned for tonight. Things weren't going to plan. Fuck.

"Babe im sorry" he apologised feeling like an asshole.

"No no dont be, this was extremly sweet bear" you said quickly not wantin to make him feel bad fpr your own short commings.

"Theres noting sweet about terrifying you"

"Do... do you want to sit down? Ill hold you the entire time" he offered peaking to the central bench where both your bags sat.

"I.. yes okay i think sitting will be better" you said then yipped as he prompty scooped you up and placed you in his lap securly.

"Im so sorry love, I just wanted to make this special and romantic" he muttered holding you as close as he could letting you know that you were safe and sound.

"It is! It is love really im just a baby" you said quickly grasping his face pulling him closer before peppering his face with kisses.

"Your not a babe we all have our fears" he said quietly pressing his forehead to yours.

"You dont" you sighed closing your eyes trying to ignore the snails pace of the pod that still rose over london.

You could barely feel it, but your fear amplified it.

"Oh but i do~" he replied peering at you, as yur eyes fluttered open.

"Like what?" The questionnescaped before you could think.

"No" he said eyes now becoming worried, anxiety clouding them.

"No?"

"Yes, at the moment thats my biggest fear" he said releasing a shakey breath as you frowned at him not following but didnt dwell as your ees darted to the side seeing the houses

"You see, i was trying to be all romantic and wait untill we got tp the top, but i think you'll be too terrified"

"Henry?" You said leaning back unsure about the serious tone he seemed to take.

"I brought us here, to the spot we met two years ago today..." he said drawing deeper breaths as the reality of what was about to happen hit him.

"Was it really?" You asked surprized he'd remember something like that. Anniversary? Definitely. But the day you first met? And asked for a selfie with a series of embarrassing squeaks? No you didnt think he'd remember.

"Yep. I remember doing a promo and shoot on this thing, then got off and was sat next to you in wagamama"

"And i squeaked for a selfie" you groaned with a small giggle.

"Im glad you did, i scanned instagram for days after- scouring my hashtag trying to find you... i kicked myself for not getting your number~"

"I still cant belive you did that... but im gld you did henry"

"Who'd have thought the nervous little thing trying not to even breath in my direction would be my girlfriend six months down the line"

"Or that we'd last this long?" You quipped at him trying to reme,ber to breath.

"And.. hopefully a lifetime? Despite me dragging you intoyour actual living nightmare- which i promise to never do again! Not even lifts"

You scowled and tilted your head to him not sure if you heard him correctly.

Untill he pulled the small velvet box from his pocket.

"Henry?! What? You cant be serious?"

"Oh but i am love, as much as i want to do this right and drop to one knee i doubt you'll thank me for releasing you?"

"Dont you dare let me go!"

"I think you'll find im trying to do the opposite~" he chuckled opening the box revealing the simple elegant ring three tiny diamonds.

"Im trying to marry you..."

You gasped eyes glazing over as you locked on to the dainty ring pinched between his fingers.

"I love you y/n, and i want to know if you'd become my wife and share your life with me. Will you marry me?"

"Oh god yes of course its a yes henry i love you bear!" You cried throwing your arms around him making him grunt and quickly clench his fist arohnd the ring before he dropped it.

He groaned into you rocking from side to side littering your head with kisses before peeling you away to sit the ring on your finger.

You looked at the glittering stones on your finger weeping. You may have been cursing yourself for getting into this godforsaken glass bauble in the sky.

But now you were he happiest woman alive.

"I love you bear"

"I love you too"

"Would you like some wine? I brough the little cute bottles you like" he offered nodding to the bag of snacks.

"Err lets not push it hun" you whined not sure wine at this altitude was a good idea.

You kept glancing at him still sniffing and giggleing unable to look from your ring for long.

"Gotcha, no wine"

"You look surprized i said yes?"you quipped needing to talk and take your mind off the fact your at the tippity top.

"I made you face one of your nightmares i thought you'd slap me silly when i ask" he scoffed pressing a kiss to your cheek unable to stop.

"Never love... but please never ever get on this thing again okay?" You pleaded fluttering your lashes at him pleading.

"I swear. Never again, but seeing as this is our one and only ride we should take a few selfies? Mark the occasion?" He said standing letting your feet hit the floor but never once did he let go.

"Absolutly, gotta show off my new fiancé" you hummed rising to share another kiss with him not really paying attention to the height you'd now reached, you had more important things to think about. Like sharing the rest of your life with this glorious man.

"My thoughts exactly" he grinned pulling out his phone aiming it at the two of you, makeing sure to have the hand that rested on his chest donning his ring in shot.

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Mass Fic Teaser post November

Here is my latest teaser post with extracts from Will of the gods, Breeding a human, Mans false gods, Hysteria and the stand in. I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: dark fics, rpf, nedical play, swearing

"My you are suffering arent you my little firey mortal~" he teased again trailing his fingers around avoiding where he knew you needed it.

"What have you done to me?! What have you done!" You sobbed panting and pliant. As much as you hated it, his light touches were the best thing you'd felt since this terribly feeling had taken over you.

"Cursed you." He said simply admitting to his deed.and then he did possibly the crulest thing he has ever done since his birth. He pulled away, leaving you wanting. Body almost convulsing with the trembling wanton shudders.

"Cursed?! What- thats insane I've been drugged, moved I have to get to the hospital- find out what youve slipped me!" You cried out to him frightened more then ever because you almost belived this deluded man and his tall tales.

"Its nothing more then lust. It will pass once you've been saited. Well for a time." He preened seeing the reality of your situation wash over you, he could hear it in your breaths. You were beginning to understand he was a god. A king and your undoing.

"Of course there is now only one thing that can do that now and thats me. I might lie with you now if you ask nicely, I might even forget what I have planned for you too." His teasing was designed to ignite you, to pull your anger and panic out, he wanted the two to mix and become something explosive that he could then smother himself with the rawness of it all..

"No way am i having sex with you you crazy cunt!"

"I want you to remember i did give you a chance to avoid this" came the ominous reply, amused words hid a vague threat. A fanged grin showing the true excitement the god had.

"And like the perfect little female you are. You'll do a magnificent job in looking after our little homestead and bare me a child soon." He uttered quietly into your neck pressing soft kisses to your skin, his lips burning you with their chaste kisses. You could have wept, bawled your eyes out and begged himcto reconsider , plead with him to release you but it was too little too late. Kal was a god who felt he was owed payment, that saving the planet and protecting the human race meant he was entitled to keep one as a pet. Unfortunately you caught his eye and there was no escaping that all seeing gaze.

"Just think love, you'll spend all your time raceing around the place chaseing our precious little one" he spoke in deep growls, insanity just below the rambling madness. His chest heaved against you as hs own words worked him up. Shallow breaths warmed your skin making your neck damp as his hand slid you your hips tugging you slowly towards him rubbingnhis hardenong length against your tummy.

"They'll soon have playmates, our second, and third, and forth- as many as we can as quickly as we can!" He muttered closingnhis eyes as he let himself get swept away in the fantasy. Him returning home to a small battalion of dark haired blue eyed children. All various ages running and flying around the place playing with one another whilst you moved about the kitchen platingnup a fresh cooked meal. Ready for him to come home safe and sound.

no please- daddy please! i dont need it-mama?! Help! Help mama daddy- please!" You cried fighting with all your might terrified of what was comjng! Diana helped move you sitting next to you as kal slumped you over his knee his own thighs trapping your kicking legs.

"Come on now it will be over soo quick pumpkin, so quick" you cried out trying to look back and see what was going on but a huge hand was holding your shoulders down. diana cooed at you petting your head softly watching the doctor just as closly as kal. You squirmed wailing hands tugging at diana who was doing her best to calm you.

"N-oo no dia-mama please-dont let them do this dont-im scared please i'll be good! I'll be good! I swear i'll never- never ever try to leave the house again, i swear im sorry- im sorry i was bad!" You shouted frantically diana moved ducking down to you placing her hands on your face making you look at her

"oh no no sweetheart this isnt becuase you were bad love~ mama and daddy just want to know your safe..." you swallowed sniffling up at her then jumped when you felt the small alchol swab over the lower curve of your bottom. You jerked trying to buck away, somehow in your mind it eas a good idea, if the doctor didntnget a clean shot then he couldnt stab you with the huge needle!

"Your robe love? Or would you like some help finding it?" He purred scoffing, chuckling to himself as you melted, stumbling over your words. Sherlocks grin widened then with a sigh he sat up throwing his feet over the side of the bed before standing and dropped the sheet in favour of stretching.

"No-sherlock oh christ?!" You floundered as he stood and approached you with no shame. Not that there was any need for it because by god this man was immense in all aspects. You froze willing yourself to look away but just couldnt seem to pull your eyes away. His feet carried him down the side of the bed and he paused for a moment and then reached down plucking the heavy house coat from the floor and held it up.

"Turn" he said softly voice smug yet gentle. You didnt need to be told twice. You pivoted and shuddered as the house coat was placed on your shoulders sherlocks hands smoothing it over your shoulders and then rested on your biceps before tilting forwards and kissing your head.

"Now why dont we get up and have some lunch and then you can explore your nursery~" you frowed as he stepped away from you rounding you to a small wash basin and a cloth. Stepping upto it and dipping the rag into the water.

"Nursery? You have a nursery for the children already?" You pried dropping the blanket youd been trying to wrestle from him and quickly wrapped your house coat around you before sitting on the bed. Trying not to think of what he was washing from his privates whilst as he hissed from the cold water that had sat there all night.

You sighed and snuggled closer to him curling into his side, tired but content. Grinning like a love sick fool when he rolled his shoulders and tugged you flush against him.

"Daddy? Babe why have you been holding out on me all night?" He teased sweetly nuzzling your neck nipping at it playfully.

"I didnt mean to call you that, it just happened?" You hummed shrinking into him feeling shy over the pet name youd cried when lost in the passion. You half expected hime to laugh at you.

"Well it can happen anyday~ fuck i cant belive i managed to snag myself a kinky little miss~ Any other kinks you want to share?" you just flushed pressing your face into him wanting to hide the stubborn blush as your unexplored kinks crossed your mind. Being a virgin left you with nothing but your imagination for sexual exploration and that meant fantasies and erotica. And erotica led to developing kinks~

"Theres more? Fuck me!" Henry exclaimed chuckling to himself smirking at the possibilities. All the kinks and fantasies youd want to explore, he could only hope you were open to a little roleplay~ because he himself couldnt help wanting to fuck you in character.

"...Give me a mineut love jeez" you replied making you both laugh. Henry placed a kiss to your damp shoulder.

[skibrewscoffii]

VENTI X READER WHO DOESN'T BELIVE IN ARCHONS EXISTENCE

Late Venti B-Day present lol

Word count: 492

Warnings:anger issues idrk,angsty?? Cursing a bit

Also this is probably kinda last minute thing I made

[low-key for my comfort so it's a bit angsty I'm not feeling in the mood for fluff aa]

he would see how you would roll your eyes when Barbara would mention the archons, you weren't someone to be rude or mean, he knew you very well. He did get his suspicions but decided it's best to not pry on the topic.

Then again when you looked you both were Speaking with each other Venti brought up something about the archons you could only sigh.

His birthday was coming up and you didn't want to have a fight with him on your opinions, he believes in the gods existing you don't it's simple.

“darling do you not seem to believe in the archons existence?” you shook your head tilting your head to face the bard, smiling at him.

“I don't if they did wouldn't everything be so better? Even if they existed I will never forgive them for being oh so irresponsible” Venti did feel a bit guilty for not doing his job properly, “what if they can't, as in you can't really judge them?” “Venti I don't want to argue not now your birthday is a few minutes far, let's not...” you sighed, you weren't feeling in the mood to even speak with him on this topic.

“why not? Didn't you say you will explain everything I don't understand about you? We promised Right? Well what if- what if I'm barbatos? Will you leave me just because I'm a Archon?” Venti was starting to ask questions on questions with a fear growing within him what if you left?... if you left him he would be so lonely all over again...

You took his hands in yours “Venti, will you care to explain why you're getting so defensive it's not like you are the archon? If you did tell me that I'd say you're drunk” you pecked his cheek “oh look it's your birthday!" when you looked over at Venti he looked rather upset.

"what is the matter?” “promise me you won't leave please” “what are you on about” “Im the anemo Archon” you were simply confused, he wasn't drunk today then what's he on about “is this a joke-" he cut you off “no I'm serious love please don't leave me just because I'm a Archon please” “Venti I'm sorry I need some time to process this I don't- I don't understand” everything was becoming blurry like you were in some nightmare you looked everywhere desperate to grab a hold of your mind.

“I can't do this right now” not now. Not now. Not now it kept on repeating and repeating until with a gasp you woke up looking around your surroundings realizing Venti was never real...

“goddammit, fuck this ARGH” you cried feeling tired of everything and everyone

[Can you tell I have anger issues me too,,]

[ryderdire]

Live blogging hollow mind because im scared

starting the ep now and im afraid

jumping straight into the plot i see

HOW THO flash back whispers of an attempt to invaid the empoeres mind with wild magic RAINE!!! DARIUS EBERWOLF??????

THEIR.... DOING GLYPHS

LUZ MY BELOVED WAIT OH NO RAINE KNOWS EDAS KID IS TRAPPED OOOOH ANGST

(Walkie takie scene)

SIBLINGS NO CUZ I USED TO DO THAT WITH MY SISTER IM

LUZ TAUGHT KING SPANISH ANGST IM SCARED IM TERRFIED SAME LUZ IS RIGHT THE TiTAN HATES HIM belos = Phillip

Proof that hes up to somthing

Fear

Thats such a good point

iS SHE GONNA ASK ABOUT THE GRAVESFLEID SYMBOL RAINE NO LUZ IS EDAS KID U PUT HER IN DANFER OH So THATS WHY FLAPY ISNT WITH THEM

"you wanna prove my uncle is evil and you think ID wanna help???!" HUnter honey

why do i feel like thats gonna age

luz ily

hunter honey uhhhh

HE WAS PROBALY A WITCH SACERFICE HUNTER NO WHY DOES DARIUS LOOK SO SAD BITCH WHAT DO U THINK HIS MENTOR IS GONE BECAUSE BELOS IS AN ASS

(okay m being mean hunters been in this cult his entire life hes basically been brainwashed to belive alot of shit) SO If theres a baby belos then

yep wHAT IS THAT OH DAMN WAIT ITS THE CURSE UHHH TGHATIl;K"bgfm,.bvcdkl[o

;blk'

THAT CHILD IN THE BG LOOKS JSUT LIKE HUNTER ALSO THE BIRD THAT WENT BRRR THAT WAS IM SHAKING SHIT SHIT HUNTERS BOUT TO FIND OUT IM SCARED being punished bc you provoked his innerself

HATE THAT NO HAD A THOUSAND GLOWING EYEBALLS lol darcy

oh nooooo eye ballls

dude istg

THE WALKIETALKIE HAS MCFUCKING RANGE FlAPJACK protective hunter is protective

edas gonna be so worried

i need a mintue hold on

Okay okay so

hunters def a clone or smth

i wonder if belos is like

some kinda werid ass fusion between the collector and phillip

idk how that would work but eh

hes def cursed

probs cuz of his own actions

okay back to episode

Eda is such a mom

get away

strong emptions matrailize

concerned about bby hunter (probs cableb) having his eyes scratched out HUNTERRRR LOVES HIS LITTLE BIRB AWWWWW Luz >:} baby belos

kid belos

sense of guilt

sense of innsonce

INTO THE PAINTINGS

B plot eda saves her daughter and her soon son

raine in the bg

"cool cool time to save luz" DARIUS " SHIT DAS MY SON" LOL raine knows how to sneak into edas house

Titan his old mask

i call bullshit

HES ALWAYS BEEN A PEICE OF SHIT TO HUNTER

The rest of these

Its was a lie

it was all an lie

"Its for the greater good"

hunters rlly drikin that koolaid and it hurts

a city can rise from the ashes

but a soul

hE KILLED A BITCH sacerfices

still alive

STILL HAVE SOME WORK TO WHAT THE FUcK FUUCK

WHAT

THE HELL WHAT THE HELL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

im currently like dying WHAT IS THAT THING Hunter.... Siblings

they are siblings

ofc The collector

nine bright hues

collector

wants to play Oooh

im starting to think i make these things just to destroy them

WHAT HUH GRIMWALKER EDA WOULD ADOPT U SO EFFEN FAST pallismin Child is evil didny see that coming

hunters so dead

he knows he knows he knows he knows heknowsheknowsheknows

HE KNOWS LUZS NAME IDK WHY THATS SENDING ME GET AWAY FROM THEM

Wheepy pallismin souls

UR SUCH A BITCH

hunters so scared

shout out to his va cuz

to our family

HUNTER!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NONO HUNTER NO NO FUCKING NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NI NI NIO NO NO NO NO WITCH HUNTER WITCH HUNTER WITCH HUNTER ITS PHILIP

i need a minute

LUZ DONT CRY PLEASE IM HAVING SO MANY FELINGS THERES ONLY 3 MINS LEFT

plz save hunter

plz i cant do this

okay okay okay i keep pausing i need a mintue I NEED 5000 mintues

LUZS REACTION HURTS STAY AWAY FROM HER

hes about to kill her and hes taunting her and its making me cry

she looked up to him its sending the ren

raine secert sercet sercet admirer the titan blood

save hunter please

HUNTER OML HES OKAY HES OKAY HES OKAY I LITERALLY SCRREMEED HES OKAY HES GOING TO BE SAVED he made it

im

im shaking tf

i need a few mintues

HES HAVING A PANIC ATTACK IM SCARRED I YEETED MY HEAD PHONES IM

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

[hellstar-donutqueen]

Summary: Your John's fiance, but you meet John's team and you relise that John's never told them about you

Y/H/C: Your hair color

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A few months ago John joined the legends, you stayed behind because soon after he decided to go you found it you were pregnant

John frequently comes to visit you, but this time he said he needed your help, your the daughter of Damien Darkh so your magic was very useful for his case

He didn't want to ask you for help because he didn't want to risk anything happening to you but after he asked there was no turning back

Your mind was already set on helping him

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The ship landed outside Constantine's house in England

Evreyone existed the ship there eyes Immediately went on a woman with Y/H/C Hair slightly showing with a small bump

You walked up to John and hugged him before waving at his team

"Hi I'm Y/N Darkh" You introduced yourself and Sara eyed John suspiciously

You invited them inside and they were met with tea on the table

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You had left to puke in the bathroom and the team eyed John and loaded him with questions

"Who is she?" Sara asked in a gossipy schoolgirl tone

"Anyone else notice the baby bump?" Zari asked the team and Charlie nodded

They all looked at him expectingly

[This is in season 4, Mick isn't with them at the moment]

"Yeah alright, she's my fiance and she's pregnant" John told them and they continued asking questions."Didn't see you for the settling down type" Charlie finally said as You finally came back

"He's not" You told her interrupting the conversation.

"But I don't expect him to be, I love John for who he is" You explained as John put his head down slightly and you swore you

could see a blush

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"So I'm assuming Johnny's never told you about me since you were so shocked by my pregnancy" You assumed and they all nodded and Zari smirked

"Yeah, I thought he was cursed to walk the earth alone" Zari joked and John shrugged

"He loves me to much to break up with me, belive me he's tried" You said as your ego took over and John laughed slightly

"Seriously I'm John's best friend how was I last to know he was here!" Chas exclaimed from the doorway as he walked inside

"This is Chas, John's bestie, they've been freinds since kindergarten sand boxes" You teased and Chas laughed

"I thought you said you didn't have freinds and if you did they were dead" Zari says confused on John's lies. "That's half true, Me, Chas, Zed and Garry are his only freinds" You teased more and he pecked your lips lightly. "And we wouldn't have it any other way" Chas joked before hugging John from behind and in the process squeezing you tightly in the hug

You both looked at Chas "Chas, Chas, mate, your gonna kill my bird" John joked and the three started laughing and the team looked at John very curiously

They had already gotten what they needed an hour ago, but they liked seeing this side of John that wasn't drinking, smoking or wallowing in self pity

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It had been an hour, you were now cuddled in Johns lap and Sara was the only legend that hadn't gone back to the ship

John was about to put you in the bed and text you that he had to leave but Sara shook her head

"John stay here for a while" Sara told him in a soft voice so she wouldn't wake you

"What? But I thought-" John started and Sara shook her head and smiled

"Hunting down magical creatures can wait, spend time with your fiance and let me just tell you, I saw how protective you are over her, your gonna make a great father"

John smiled lightly at Sara's words and you started to stir awake and Sara smiled at the sight of John subconsciously touching your stomach once and a while reminding him of what's to come in his future

Sara left as you finally awoke

"Hey, are you leaving?" You asked as you relised the legends were already gone

"Nah im gonna stay for a while lov" John told you and a large smile grew on your face

Chas walked over with food for all

three of them

"Cant let the little bugger go hungry" John said as Chas handed them the food

"Your an amazing father already and Chas your an amazing freind" You told the two as you started to tear up

"I'm tired" You told John and he laughed before letting you sit up a little more so you could eat

Chas put a blanket over you two as you started shivering and John shook his head at you as you hadn't touched your plate

"You half to eat, eat, then sleep" John told you and you nodded before starting to eat

"I love our family already and the little buggers not even born yet" John admitted when Chas left the room

"Me too" You agreed

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Hiii i saw your matchups/cakes and I LOVE THEM. English is not my first language so i am sorry for any wrong spelings and grammar use lol. Can a Get a boy from Hq?????? I am a capricorn, with a lot of fire sign in my chart. ISTP. Tall girl, 175cm. Dark blond hair to under my shoulders, blue eyes. Lean bulid, but mby a little broad shoulders and waist. Enything else is normal ig. I indeed have cheek bones and jawline, a caps face traits a think. Stretch marked on my ass and things. Im just gonna keep my personality short cuz i dont know how to talk about myself. Im Shy and intro and first, then i will open up and become a messy and late-coming person. Im never on time to anything. Once you know me and logical thinking, feisty, dark humor type of funny, sly, stubborn, determind, strong minded, oberetiv and a daredevil. I will do enything for somthing in return. Nobody can hold me back. I am also a Clumsy person, a will let a word og two slip and offend somone, will break or forget somthing. Im always there my friends, help them out with everthing and my door is always open for them. Street smart all the way, i Can talk about enything and give tips and trix on enything. Im not the Life of the party, in a party im either outside or taking care of Ppl or i am sipping for other ppls drinks. I listen to pop/rock but i Can vibe to anything. I also love pasta. And cats, but im allergic): I overthink a lot, tend to bottle up on my emotions and then just let it burst when im alone. I got bullied as a kid, thats why i keep to myself and have Some close friends and then friends i dont trust that much. I like long lasting realtionships and friendships. I wont settle for somthing that i dont belive will work. I just want to feel safe and loved and held, lol. Am i rly ugly cryer btw so i wont look into another persons eyes. I train a lot, do sport shooting, wresle a lot with my friends and dad in a safe way ofc. I love to have a friendly and funny wtesle. I lough a lot. I said i do sport shooting, and i hate it when ppl take it the wrong way and starts to compare it to illegal activity. That my biggest pet peeve, and loud chewers. I LOVE CHEES AND CARD GAMES. Also late night means and snacks. My favorite time is like late at night, after sundown. Late night walks. Laser tag or paint ball is a must, Water and pillow fights AGH my dreams. Also, just to chill in a bathtub👌🏻✨Pfffff Idk what more. I would like a boy form Haikyuu, whos taller than me. Would be up to my randome and mby dangerous ideas, but also calm and relaxing when it fits the mood. Dosent need to know how to comfort a crying person, just like do the basics and ill be fine. THANK YOU SO MUCH😘

@sussebassen

Romantic Matchup

Tendou Satori

How Y’all Met

Ahhhh

Y’all had a class together

And EVERY SINGLE DAY you would show up late

Every. Single. Day

It doesn’t matter if you we’re 5 minutes late, or 15 minutes late

You never showed up on time

This peeked Tendous interest...

So, he asked you about it

You then explained how you never try to be late, it just always happened

Then one day

Satori was walking to class

The bell was going to ring soon so he was trying to hurry

Then he saw you

You were also just trying to get to class ON TIME for once

But you tripped...

And you fell...

And ALL of your papers went everywhere 🥲

You silently cursed to yourself before rushing to pick up your things

And you we’re startled when a certain redhead began to help you

You guys had gathered all of your things before RUNNING to get to class

And you guys were still able to make it on time 😃

The teacher made a remark that maybe you should hang around Tendou more often if it gets you to class on time

Little did he know that you would do just that

Apparently you both had similar interests

So you guys became really good friends

And feeling began to bloom over time

Poor bb was to scared to confess to you tho :(

He didn’t want to scare off one of the only friends he had

Of course he told all of this to Ushijima

And of course Ushijimas LOUD MOUTH

spilled the beans

Unintentionally of course

But still

He just didn’t get the gist that all of this was supposed to be a secret

So one day when he and Tendou were walking together

They saw you

And Ushijima was just like “ah your that person that Tendou likes correct?”

You:😳

Him:🙂

Tendou: 🥲

Tendou then took you aside and properly confessed his feelings

He was 100% sure you were gonna reject him

“I like you too Tendou”

I’m sorry what????

He was SHOCKED

Baffled

Beguiled

But SUPER DUPER HAPPY

he pulled you in for a bone crushing hug

And promised to be the best bf ever

Awww my boy luvs ya

What They Love About You

Ight I’m just gonna say it...

Mans ADORES your stretch marks

He thinks they’re so cool!!!

He often compares you to a tiger because of them

Oof

He LOVES your sense of humor

He also has a darker sense of humor

So you guys mesh very well when it comes to that

Loves that you have the combo of being sly and a daredevil

If there’s one thing satori loves...

It’s pranks

So those traits of yours make pranks so much easier to pull off 😩

He loves how he can talk to you about ANYTHING

He knows that if he’s ever distressed about something he can go to you

So he’s vv grateful for that 🙏

Favorite Things To Do Together

Oh he LOVES to play card games

His favorites is slap Jack

WARNING: he gets REALLY into that game

So he hits HARD

So be prepared...

He 100% swoops you away to stores in the middle of the night

Have you guys been caught sneaking out?

Yes

Was that the last time you did it?

Absolutely not

LASER TAGGGGGG

YOU WILL GET DESTROYED

MANS IS THE KING OF LASER TAG

So just take that L

Also paintball

He’s not that good at paintball

Mans aim is booty

But he still likes to play!

Random Hc

You’d actually be quite shocked on how chill he could be

Like sometimes he just reads his manga sin silence

If you want to talk then sure

But those are the moments he prefers to be quiet

The reason he’s so good at laser tag...

Is because kids used to target him 🥲

So he had to adapt...

And now he’s a pro!

If you ever want to talk to him about your bullyed past

ON GOD mans is always there for you

He knows what it feels like

So his goal is to comfort you when it comes to that

Honestly

Mf chews loud...

So that’s something you’d have to work on 😃

But he’ll try his best to stop if it bothers you THAT much

Astrology

Capricorn + Taurus

When Taurus and Capricorn come together in a love match, it’s a practical, sensible partnership.

These two Signs share a certain down-to-earth logic and interest in efficiency.

Taurus is not interested in risking more than is necessary in terms of emotional connection and involvement, and Capricorn is similarly disinterested in risk, but more in terms of money and career.

Capricorn’s career is one of the great focuses of their lives; they’re interested in scaling the heights and tend to set very high standards for themselves to adhere to.

Taurus has high standards as well, but regarding love, relationships and possessions.

These two signs admire ones dedication and strength, but, while they have this in common as well as a dependable, realistic, somewhat conservative approach to life (Capricorn more than Taurus), a love relationship between them can go stale fast.

The problem? They’re actually rather different at their cores.

Taurus may begin to find Capricorn too conservative and restrictive

Capricorn may start to think Taurus is too lazy and doesn’t care enough about career and status.

If Taurus can encourage Capricorn to relax a little and appreciate the fruits of labor, and if Capricorn can help motivate Taurus to achieve goals and make dreams a reality, their union can be smooth, happy and long-lasting.

Overall Aesthetic

Chaotic Teenage Romance

Songs

Electric Love- BØRNS

Line Without a Hook- Ricky Montgomery

Scrawny- Wallows

Hey Lover- Wabie

[zmayadw]

Evening to all :)

Time for the next part :)

Have a nice evening :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 10

I woke up with a terrible taste in my mouth. I had no clue what time was it, but the sun was out already, making me squint my eyes. I got in sitting position slowly, banging in my head intensifing with every move i made. Ugh, i'm never drinking again, i scolded myself. Squinting, I focused on the little alarm clock that was on the night stand. 10.34. Whoa, i cant remember the last time i slept this long. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. I filled the glass with wather, rinsing my mouth a few times before gulping down two glasses. My stomach growled at it, i just hoped not to throw up .Taking a shower would be a wise thing to do, so i just threw the clothes i had off and entered the shower. The warm water felt good, i just let it pour over me for a while. I wrapped myself in the towel taking some painkillers for the headache. Getting back to the room, i dressed up, and sat on the bed. I felt a bit better, but still not enough. Coffee, i tought, thats what i need now. I got up, going for the purse i threw on the floor when i got in, searching for my phone. Shit, i cursed, it wsnt there. I checked every pocket, even Jake's hoodie, but my phone was nowhere to be found. Crap, i probably left it at a the Aurora last night, when Jessy and me wer taking pictures. Or at lest i hoped so. Well, i was going for coffee, so i could stop at the Aurora eitherway. I grabbed my backpack with drawing stuff. Who knows, i might be up for some drawing, no matter I still felt woozy from last night drinking. I putted my sneakers on, grabed my stuff and car keys. Walking wasnt an option this time, i wasnt feeling well enough for it.

When i parked my car infront of the Aurora, I saw Dan's car was still there. I smiled as i left the car, guess i wasnt the only one sleeping late today. I hoped Phil was there already, and my phone too. I entered the Aurora, relieved at the sight of Phil behind the bar. I was washed with the smell of coffee, and as i neared the bar, I pleadingly said to him, sitting on the stool „Please, please, please, tell me i'm not wrong and that is coffee i can smell.“ Phil turned arround , not noticing me when i entered. He grinned at me „You are most definitly right! Would you like some?“ „Yes, pretty please.“ I said, as i putted my hand on the bar, and leaned my head on it as on a pillow. Phil chuckled at me „Want any sugar with it? Or milk?“ „Yes, please.“ I replied, and he vanished through the storage doors. He returned with a big cup of coffe putting it infront of me. I rised my head, took the cup, taking a deep breath of its smell, before taking a big sip of it. „Thanks, Phill, you're my saviour:“ i smiled at him as i settled it back on the bar. „Here to help.“ He said, winking. „Rough night?“ he asked teasingly. „Oh, i dont know how you can be so cheerful.“ I started „I feel like a truck hit me lastnight.“ He laughed „Practice to perfection.“ „I think i would need years of practice to be even close to that kind of perfection!“ i said, making a skeptical face. He smiled at me „So, to what do i owe the pleasure?“ he asked. „Dont get me wrong, im glad to see you“ he said, that devilish spark in his eyes again „But i doubt you came just to see me.“ „You caught me.“ I said, even tho it was nice seeing him. „I was hoping that i might have left my phone here yesterday.“ He shook his head at me, crouching down searchin for a few seconds under the bar, giving me my phone as he got up. „Better be carefull next time, good thing i noticed it as you left.“ „Yay, thanks Phil, again.“ I told him, giving him a big smile. „I owe you big time! Both for the phone, and coffee.“ His phone rang then „Sorry business calling. Be right back“ he said, answering his phone and going through the storage door. I checked my phone with him gone, finding out few missed calls and messages from Jessy. She was worried i havent answered her jet, so i decided to call her while waiting for Phil. The tone barely sugested it rang when Jessy's voice boomed from the other side. „Finaly! Do you know how worried i have been? Are you allright? Where wer you? Why didnt you answer me before?“ It made me smile a bit, her worrying for me like that was so sweet. „Im sooooo sorry Jessy“ i said pleadingly „I left my phone at Aurora last night, i just got here to get it.“ Phil returned at that point, and i mouthed to him 'Jessy's' name, indicating who i was talking to. Her voice boomed again, and i moved my phone a bit from my ear, wich made Phil laugh. „Ofcourse you did! Its no wonder after all the whiskey you had! Dan is still sleeping like a log! You two really had it last night!“ „Aww, Dont be cross, Jessy.“ I started pleadingly again „I promise next time we wont over do it.“ Phil was grining at me now, and i stuck my toung at him, trying to calm Jessy down. „C'mon, you cant tell me you didnt have some fun yesterday.“ I started „I have some pictures on my phone as a proof of it.“ Phil threw his thumb up, showing me i said a good thing, and i grined at him. „Alright, i admit last night wasnt all that bad.“ Jessy started, sounding calmer now „But you're still not off the hook completly.“ „Thanks, Jessy“ i started, grining as a sign of victory to Phil. „You can scold me some more at lunch, if the deal for it still stands.“  „Ofcourse!“ Jessy cined cheerfuly from the other side „Dan will be a sleep for God knows how long, and im already bored here.“ I quickly moved my phone from the ear checking the time. „Its 12.20 now, when do you want us to meet?“. „I'll meet you around 14 at the Aurora. I doubt Phil will mind you hanging there with him till then.“ She replied, teasing me. „Somehow i think you're right.“ I said, looking at Phil with a devilysh smile. „Cya later, Jessy.“ I sadi, lovering my phone. Phil looked at me,a bit confused „Wat was that about?“ „Oh, just Jessy being Jessy.“ I told him, grining. „Fine, fine, be all mysterious.“ He teased me. „Awww, c'mon, you wouldnt find me so interesting if i was an open book.“ I told him, smiling sheepeshly. He looked at me, with that intensifing look again, making me feel heat spreading through my body „You're not wrong about that.“ Crap, what are you doing again, Maya, i scolded myself. Phil was definatly into me, and i was toying with him like this. It really wasnt my intention, i didnt want him to get the wrong impression about anything. But it felt so easy for me, talking to Phil, compared to Jake. Why does all have to be so tough and complicated with him? It feels like walking on egg shells every time im with him: dont do this, dont say that. Shit, it shouldnt be that way, should it? Was i really that much into Jake? Blah, i dont know anything anymore. I wish he would be more open with me, it would make things so much easier. I was lost in my toughts when Phil finaly snaped me back to reality „Maya? You allright?“ I looked at him, shaking my head,  to clear it from all the 'Jake' toughts. „Yeah, sorry.“ I started „Guess the coffee didnt kick in properly yet.“ Phil looked at me, and i could see he didnt really belive what i told him, but decided not to take the matter any further „If you say so.“ Was all he said. I smiled shyly at him. „Do you mind if i just hang here for an hour or so, before metting with Jessy? I dont feel up to driving back to motel, and the coffee isnt bad here either.“ I tried, smiling, waving my empty cup at him. Phil looked at me, rising one of his eyebrows, and smiled devilishly „How could i say no to a beautifull woman?“ He took my cup, winked at me vanishing through the storage doors. I could feel my cheeks flushing again, and my heart beating faster. Shit, shit, shit..

When Phil came back with another full cup of coffee i asked if its ok if I sit at one of the booths, to wich he said  fine, since he did have some work to be done. I took my stuff and coffee setteling at the booth. I had a bit over an hour before metting with Jessy, i hoped some inspiration for work might come to me. I took my stuff out of the backpack, took my sneakers off, sitting with my feet up on the booths perch. I liked drawing like that. Leaning my drawing pad on my knees i tried to focus on my work, but my toughts just kept wondering off.  I tought about Phil, sneaking glances towards the bar. He was good looking, always nice to me, even tho everyone warned me that he was a 'no good' considering women. He never showed any sign of it towards me. He was easygoing, i enjoyed his company, we definatly clicked. Then there is Jake. I was definatly drawn to him, cant deny that. When im near him, it feels like when a moth is drawn towards fire. Cant fight it, its driving me crazy. But nothing with him is easy. Its like taking one step forward, then not one, or even two, but ten steps back. Its so frustrating. And with all that had happened, i feel like all the progres we had was completly gone. My head was still too woozy for thinking of stuff like this. I setteled my drawing stuff down, taking my coffee, leaning back in the booth. Maybe Jessy would have some advice fore me. Two heads are smarter then one, or so they say. But i should definatly talk to Phil, at least try to explain things to him. I dont want him thinking im giving him some false hope here. As if he could sense my toughts, he turned around, took his coffee and walked towards me. „Mind if i join you?“ he asked, and i smiled „Ofcourse i dont. I guess my inspiration is still sleeping, so no work to be done at the moment.“ He grined „Thats good for me. I can have the pleasure of your company for some more then.“ I chuckled at that, siping some more of the coffee. But i tought again about talking with him about everything.  My face must have gotten some serious expression, 'couse Phil looked at me a bit serious, before asking „Whats bothering you, Maya? I have a feeling you want to talk to me about something.“ I looked at him, those deep eyes of his gazing intensly at me, trying to dig up my toughts. „I do.“ I admitted after a moment „But to be hones, i dont know how to start .“ „Well, just do your best.“ He said, and i started to get the feeling of a knot at my stomach again. „Allright.“ I said, but the words didnt come easy after that. „I like you, Phill.“ I said finaly after a moment of silence. He chuckled „Ok, thats a good start.“ „Ah, but that was the easy part.“ I started „Now comes the tricky one.“ I could notice him tensing a bit, like he knew where this might lead to. „Ok, go on then.“ He said. „I enjoy your company, talking to you, its so easygoing. I feel we clicked, that theres some 'spark' between us, and i know you noticed the same.“  „You're right about that.“ He replied. „But..“ i started, and Phil interupted me, sighing „Ahh, there it is, the famous 'but' part.“ „Please, Phil, just let me say what i have, then you can hate me.“ He looked at me, his face getting a soft touch „I couldnt hate you, Maya.“ „Dont say it untill im not done talking.“ I said, a bit sadness creeping to my voice. „Alright. Please, continue.“ „Ok. As i started earlier,i like you, but i dont want to get your hopes up.“ I settled my coffe on the table, my hands fidgeting with the cup. Why was this so hard? „Shit, Phil, im a complete mess at the moment.“ I started „I myself dont know what i want, and its tearing me up inside. There is someone, and i dont know where I stand with him. And i dont want to start something new, if im not a 100% sure that its the right thing, that its something i really want. With no loose ends catching up on me.“ I looked up at Phil, him still not taking his eyes off me. „Am i making any sense to you here?“ i asked, lovering my head. I really didnt want to have this conversation, but that was me being honest. All of a sudden, i could feel Phil's hand covering mine, and i looked back up at him. He still had that softness written all over his face. „I appriciate your honesty, Maya.“ He started „Now let me be honest also.“ „Ofcourse“ i said „I expect nothing less.“ „Good.“ He looked at me more serious now. „You know i like you, you said it yourself. I dont know why, but i felt drawn to you the moment i saw you. Theres something in you that makes a man bedazled by you, i cant explain it differently.“ He paused for a moment before continuing. „And i get it, you dont want to get into something half hearted. And i applaud you for that. Because, if anything was to happen between us, i wouldnt want it that way either.“ He looked at me now, his gaze intensifing again, and i started to feel that heat again. „If it was to happen“ he continued „I would prefere if you wer in it with every inch of your body and soul.“ I was mesmerized by his words. He was so open with me, the words came so easy to him. Why cant it be like this with Jake. „Allrighty, that was pretty honest there.“ I said finaly, making an aqward smile. „You wanted me to be honest.“ He said, adding „And just so you know, im not going to make it easy for you.“ He looked at me now, with that devilish spark in his eyes again. I looked at him puzzled „What do you mean by it?“ He grined at me „Its like this: i will continue to act like i did so far, and you can do the same, cause, lets face it, we both like it.“ His grin widened, and i smiled back at him. „Good, you get me. But, until i get a confirmation from you about freely taking it a step further, i will do whatever i can to maybe, just maybe, help you feel a bit less messy and steer thigs in my favore.“ „And what if it wont end as you hope it would? Can you be ok with just being my friend?“ i asked him. He looked at me for a moment, before answering. „Honestly“ he started“i cant say i wouldnt be dissapointed, a little hearth broken probably, but i would respect your choice. And yes, Maya, if that would be so, i would gladly be just your friend.“ “Thanks, Phil, i appriciate all you said.“ I told him „I was kinda affraid of having this conversation with you.“ „You, affraid? I cant belive that“ he said, teasingly „Belive me, i was scared as hell.“ I said, adding to it „But im glad we had it. I didnt want it to become aqward between us at some point.“ „Not gonna happen.“ He said, winking at me. I smiled „Shit, you know, even thou i had enough yesterday, i could actualy use a drink right now.“ Phil lughed so hard „Awww, you really did get scared. We are in a bar afterall, you just say the words and ill bring you that drink.“ He said, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. „Only if you join me“ i said, grining at him „ And if you dont tell Jessy about it.“ He got up from the booth, smiling and winking before he left for the bar „Deal!“

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His Gift

Y/N or Ship(s): Ship (SakuAtsu)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Cheating, Foul language (cursing)

Summary: When Atsumu asked Sakusa to be his partner. He made promises, and so did Sakusa. They said they would forever fulfill, til death did their part. But maybe they were just empty words. Words out of a fairytale for Sakusa. Maybe they meant nothing.

A/n: Please enjoy and request what you want next! The longer version is out on my archive account! Sorry for grammatical and spelling errors!

The Fight

As soon as Atsumu got home he ran through the room. Finding the thing he wanted he grabbed his lover tight. He had immediately regretted it seeing the pure fear in his lover's eyes. He dropped his arm down and bit his lips for a second.

“Sorry om-” he tried to say.

“Fuck.” Sakusa ran to the bathroom locking himself in. He felt disgusting not because he didn’t like his lover touching him. It was quite the oppisite he craved his touch. But, his germaphobia had spiked up lately and he couldn’t control it. He started a shower, washing himself as clean as possible. As he came out Atsumu rushed over.

“Sorry I wasn’t thinking” atsumu whispered.

“Of course you weren’t when do you ever think?” Sakusa screamed.

“Are you serious? I didn’t mean to do it, I just wanted to hug you. I am sorry I forgot that I don’t have a normal boyfriend,” Atsumu shouted back. The look from Sakusa's eyes changed completely.

“What?” Sakusa couldn’t belive his ears

“I wish you had yourself as a boyfriend. You suck. You fucking suck. You never listen and you never respect my boundaries. I told you it was high this week and instead of listening you immediately Wanna touch me. God knows where you were. I really wish I wasn’t dating you. You are too loud. You are too clingy. You're disgusting, you touch everything. So if we are talking about normal. I hope you realize your the farthest thing from normal.” Sakusa said, looking dead into his eyes.

It took a second for Atsumu to feel the full weight of his words. Tears brimmed his eyes as he bit his lip.“Sorry.. I..I won’t bother you for the rest of the week,” he managed to whisper through the tears. He grabbed his keys and phone leaving to his brothers. 

“Wai-” Sakusa was already too late, the door slamming behind Atsumu.

The Aftermath 

They hadn’t talked for over a week. He didn't know what to think about it, and he needed time alone. Sakusa soon stopped trying to contact him as much, only calling twice a day.

Atsumu’s phone rang. Slowly he reached out and looked at his phone. There was his caller ID. “My Omi” Unknowingly tears began to fall as Atsumu picked up.

“Hello?,” he could hear Sakusa’s soft voice.

“H..Hey,” he forced the words out.

“I’m sorry.” The words just fell out of Sakusa’s mouth so effortlessly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Atsumu wished didn’t pick up the phone. “Please..”

Shit. Shit. Don’t please. Don’t you dare Atsumu. You can’t keep running into his arms. He needs to learn the weight of his words. But.. No you can’t he has done this before, just think for once. ~ Atsumu

But even though he told himself no, The words wouldn’t come out, “One chance...” he whispered, “Only one more Om- Sakusa.”

“Thank you...” A smile could almost be heard in his voice. A smile full of lies. One he knew would hurt him but he couldn’t resist it. “Let’s talk about it when you get home okay?”

“Okay talk to you soon, love you.” Then silence as he hung up.

A Month Later

Fuck. How could you fall again? You knew it was coming and yet you didn’t leave him. You are so weak. Weak for him. ~ Atsumu

There stood Sakusa, his arms around another person. God damn it. Yamaguchi looks over at Atsumu. Surprised to see how ‘okay’ Atsumu looked.

But he wasn’t okay. He wanted to leave but then again he couldn't control himself suddenly the words fell out.

“Do you love me?” Atsumu whispers loud enough for Sakusa to hear.

He turns to see Atsumu. “Baby..” his voice was soft.

“No seriously do you love me, or has this been a joke to you?” His voice breaks a little. “God fucking damn it. Do you even know what day today is?” His eyes now filled with so much hatred. As the silence hit him. So did the realization, then the pain.

“I..I” Sakusa didn’t know what to say. His arms around the other person slowly dropped.

He looked at Atsumu still trying to process what he had done. He bit his lip. The flavor of the cherry chapstick still is strong on his lips. The flavor is so sweet, yet bitter.

The tears came to his eyes.

Stop it Sakusa. Stop it! It is your fault stop it! You keep hurting him. What are you doing? Stop it. You love him don’t you? ~ Sakusa

No, he needed them to stop. It was his fault and he needed to remember that. “I do love you my ‘Tsumu.”

He looked dead into Sakusa’s eyes hurt.

“What...?”

“Love? You call this love? Well I guess my parents were right. Love is the best thing ever.” Atsumu’s voice was soft yet it felt like he was yelling. The sarcasm rolled off his tongue with ease

Sakusa’s head hung low ashamed and embarrassed. “Im sorry..” was all he could force out.

Love? How can you lie so effortlessly. How dare you still call me your’s? ~ Atsumu

Atsumu took a deep breath. “Om-“ he stopped himself “Sakusa you are only sorry because you got caught. Osamu, Suna, Oikawa, Kenma, Hinata, Tendou, Yamaguchi... everyone but me could see how much we didn’t work.” Atsumu tightened his grip on the gifts. He looked down.

Yamaguchi finally spoke, “Sakusa, I hope you realized how much you messed up. He fucking loved you so much. He told us that you would change. So how long has this been going on?”

Atsumu gulped, not wanting to know himself. “Please let’s just go..”

Yamaguchi looked at Sakusa with disgust, “Not yet. Sakusa has it been a joke since day one?”

Please say something. Please just answer omi.. ~ Atsumu

No of course not. I love him! I love my ‘Tsumu. Come on Sakusa say it! Tell them how much you love him ~ Sakusa

Silence.

I’m Sorry Atsumu... I can’t keep hurting you. I want to be with you but I know that I will just keep hurting you. Give me some time I promise my baby, I will gain your trust again. I will prove to you, that I love you. I will show everyone how much I love you. Trust me just this once please. ~ Sakusa

“Thanks for the answer.” Yamaguchi cursed.

Atsumu finally was able to make eye contact with his lover. Slowly he put the bag down. “Happy anniversary love...” He bit his lip and gave one final fake, broken smile. “We should take a break. Thanks for my gift. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for everything. Goodbye.”

His eyes watered as he walked away.

Sakusa knew in a week this was not going to be fixed yet, he still wanted to be with him he still wanted to be his.

I am sorry that I broke our promises. I am sorry that I lost your trust. I love you so much. Goodbye my love. ~ Sakusa

Why did you have to lie? Why did you have to break our promises? Why... wasn’t I enough? ~ Atsumu