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what’s love got to do with it? (part 1) - james potter x reader

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a/n: hi everyone!! soooo this was supposed to be my entry for @rosaliepostsstuff​‘s 80′s hits writing contest but i’m slow as HECK and school’s been on my back lately so this is so so late. i hope y’all still enjoy it tho!

also: i didn’t include peter in this because i literally forgot so uh -- enjoy the lack of a rat!

song reference:  what’s love got to do with it - tina turner

word count: 1,066

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"Aw, you’re just adorbs, Siri,” you cooed as you looked over at the dark haired boy sitting beside you on the field. “I missed you so, so much this break,” you continued as you put a hand to his cheek.

Sirius sneaked a glance at Marlene, sitting a few feet away; she looked over curiously. Spotting this, Sirius met your eyes and replied loudly, “me too, babe.” Marlene narrowed her eyes and Sirius grinned.

You resisted the urge to your eyes and instead smiled back at him, trying to channel the look of a young girl madly in love.

Just think of the 10 galleons he owes you -- yep, just think of how many sugar quill you’ll be able to buy, you silently thought to yourself. Oh Godric, it’s no use, why’d I agree to this anyway!” you cursed yourself. 

Thankfully, Marlene had looked away and didn’t catch this slip in your facade. You breathed a sigh of relief.

Somehow, Sirius had convinced you to fake date him in an attempt to make McKinnon jealous. You had flat-out refused at first, but he whittled you down slowly, and you finally caved when he had offered the bribe. Now, though? You were regretting that decision more than ever -- you simply didn’t feel anything more than platonic love for him, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for you to keep this up.

Sirius seemed to have noticed this, because he leaned over to block you from Marlene’s point of view. “Just one more month, Y/N,” he pleaded. And how could you refuse that good ol’ Black charm? 

“Godric, alright alright, you git, but not a minute more” you relented.

******

Over on the other side of the field, James scowled at the scene.

“Don’t you think they’re taking it a bit far?” He remarked to Remus. “They might as well make it official at this point.”

Remus cocked an eyebrow. “Jealous?”

“No! No! I just think it’s a tad bit over the top, you know. Don’t want them catching real feelings -- because then they’ll ruin their friendship, y’know? And then it’s going to be quite awkward for the both of us.” James hastily counters. “You ought to be worried too, Moony!!”

“Mhm,” Remus assented, utterly unconvinced. “James, they’re faking it. And you know that better than anyone. So stop your moping and enjoy the weather.” With that, he turned back to his book.

James scoffed but nodded his head.

******

“Y/N! I reckon it’s working!” Sirius was positively bursting with excitement. “Today in Potions, she asked me to be her partner, and then gave me a look, y’know? Just like this,” he demonstrated, adding a cool wink as he glanced at you. You rolled your eyes but felt a twitch at your lips.

“Well, good, because Godric knows I can’t keep this up for much longer,” you replied, giggling at the fake frown on Sirius’ face.

You spun around to head to your class, and bumped right into James, who had been headed your way the moment he saw you and Sirius alone. 

“Might wanna get a pair of glasses yourself, Y/N/N” the boy teased. “Don’t want to be knocking into chaps left and right, do we?”

“Oh clamp it, you toad,” you retorted, but smiled at him nonetheless. “Walk me to class, you’ve got Minnie too, don’t even try to deny it!”

“Your wish is my command, m’lady, I would never dream of deceiving you,” James joked, and linked his elbow with yours. To your horror, he started to skip, and of course, dragged you along for the ride. 

“I take it back, let go of me you idiot!” You urged, but to no avail, and to be honest, you liked the feel of James’ arm in yours.

You whipped your head around to stutter a quick goodbye to Sirius, but saw that he was laughing. You scowled and gave him the finger.

“Aw, love, that’s not something you want to give the absolute light of your life, do you?” Sirius cackled.

You glared at him, missing the frown James had donned for a second at Padfoot’s words.

******

It was 11pm in the Gryffindor dorms, and the three marauders were sprawled around the room: Sirius and James on their beds, Remus at a desk.

“So, Pads, how long are you and Y/N going to keep it up?” James poked, trying to sound inconspicuous.

Remus glanced at him and sighed, but kept quiet.

“Keep what up?” Sirius replied, distracted.

“Dating -- I mean, fake dating,” James replied.

“Oh that! Well, til McKinnon likes me back I s’pose,” he shrugged, “shouldn’t be long now.”

James glared at him. “I don’t think you’re being fair to Y/N, using her to get to Marlene like this. Have you even thought about how she feels?” he sniped.

Sirius blinked, surprised at his friend’s outburst. “Woah, Prongs, you know it’s fake. Y/N doesn’t feel anything for me and neither do I. She knows what she signed up for.”

“Well, what if her feelings have changed?! What if you’re leading her on and she gets hurt and all you care about is Marlene?!” James didn’t even bother trying to hide his anger this time, and Remus looked up from his homework with concern.

Sirius was shocked. He couldn’t understand why his best friend was acting so aggressive, so irrational, so in love! “Prongs! Wait a damn minute. You like her! You like Y/N!”

“Like her? He bloody loves her, you idiot.” Remus cut in, glancing purposefully at James.

James felt his face heat up as he hastily shot back, “What’s love got to do with it? Y/N is one of my best friends, I’m just looking out for her!”

“Looking our for her, my ass.” Sirius smirked. “How did I not notice? All those times your smile disappeared when we were acting it out!”

Remus smirked and added, “Go for it mate, she likes you too.”

At this, James dropped his front and looked at the werewolf in awe. “Really? You really think so? How -- how do you know? I don’t wanna ruin our friendship though! I- oh god what do I do?!”

“Must I tell you everything,” Remus rolled his eyes. “You sneak glances at each other alllll the time! It’s frustrating to watch. Just ask her out to Hogsmeade already and put me out of my suffering.”

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[destourtereaux]

secrets and confessions - f.w.

a/n: hi everyone! this is my first ever fic, a cute little fred weasley x reader, please reblog if you enjoy it! also feel free to leave any suggestions or advice below! (this is inspired by me being a math nerd :))

warnings: none; a tiiiiiny bit angsty in the beginning but mostly fluff

word count: 1,024 (short but sweet!)

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You couldn’t quite remember when the older Weasley twin had begun to carve his way into your heart. Of course, you had always loved him, but as a best friend, a brother, a fellow Gryffindor -- never more than platonically. But now? His every word seemed to make your stomach flutter and that cheeky smile never failed to bring a tint of red to your face.

Sadly, you had long resolved to push these feelings away, because never in a million years would Fred ever reciprocate them. It hurt, but you were sure it was the right choice. 

Then, on an early winter morning in the Great Hall, you were finishing up your sausages when Fred suddenly jumped onto the Gryffindor table, scattering dishes everywhere. You were less than impressed -- no doubt the twins had a new product to showcase -- and dug right back into your breakfast. Mere seconds later, however, you heard a shared gasp echo around the table. Out of nowhere, Fred had produced a fresh bouquet of gorgeous daisies.

Your jaw dropped. This was it, you were losing him, losing him to another lucky girl. Involuntarily, you felt tears welling in your eyes. You scanned the nearby area, looking for the object of this obvious display of affection -- there, Angelina. You clenched your jaw and looked down, stabbing at your eggs viciously. You had been foolish to believe you even had a chance. And it didn’t help that you couldn’t hate Angie either, she was super sweet and a killer quidditch chaser, perfect for your Fred.

But much to your surprise, the red-headed boy didn’t turn in Angelina’s direction, nor Katie’s, and not even Alicia’s. Instead, his warm brown eyes found yours and he offered you the bouquet. 

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his face lighting up with joy. “Would you do me the honour of accompanying my handsome, kind, and respectful ass to Hogsmeade?” 

Laughter erupted around the long Gryffindor table at this, but unlike usual, you didn’t join in. It’s a joke, you thought, this is just some stupid marketing ploy, just another Weasley prank, and tried to push down the hope that had threatened to flood your body at his words.

“Oh piss off, Freddie,” you chuckled, hiding the embarrassment climbing up the nape of your neck, “you can cut it out now -- reckon you’ve got just about everyone’s attention, is that bouquet a new product you two came up with?”

To your surprise, Fred’s grin seemed to dim, but luckily, no one else noticed -- everyone in the Great Hall was looking for your reaction.

“No, love, I’m serious -- I’ve liked you for years! I just didn’t realize. But now, I’ve finally got it all figured out! It just took some deep thinking,” he confessed.

At this, George cocked an eyebrow. 

“Annnnnd some help from friends --” Fred added hastily, “Y/N, I swear. I wouldn’t joke about something like this. From the moment you jinxed that prat who made fun of my hair to the time you absolutely squashed Malfoy in quidditch, I’ve been mad for you. It’s just taken a hell of a long time for me to realize,” he finished with a sigh. “Of course, there’s no pressure or anything, I’d understand if you said no, it’d be bloody embarrassing, of course, but -- I love our friendship just the way it i--”

He was cut off by you pressing your lips to his in a moment of bravado.

The kiss tasted just like you thought it would: sweet, but also fiery, almost like fireworks -- and you could’ve sworn one had just been set off in the Great Hall from the thunderous cheering that ensued.

You smiled against Fred’s lips and whispered, “Had to shut you up somehow, Freddie, wouldn’t want you getting carried away and ruining that I don’t give a damn reputation you’ve worked so hard to build.” 

At this, Fred was the one who laughed. “Always lookin’ out for me eh, Y/N? Well I guess that’s why I love you.” Then he broke the kiss and took a bow, thriving in the spotlight while you tried to process what he had just said.

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You were sitting in a booth at The Three Broomsticks, sipping from a mug of steaming hot chocolate. You looked up to see Fred watching you and smiled at him, could this day get any better?

“Your bill, dears,” Madame Rosmerta cut in, and placed it on the counter. “It’s ten sickles and three knuts before taxes... so afterwards, that would be...” she paused and whipped out a calculator.

“11 sickles and 5 knuts,” Fred interrupted. 

Madame Rosmerta glanced at her calculator, then back at him, her eyes widening. “Precisely, sir,” she said, “just leave the payment on the counter when you’re ready.”

You whipped your head around to your date in confusion. “How’d you do that Freddie? You’re rubbish at Arithmancy!”

The boy donned a wounded expression. “Aw that hurts, Y/N, that you’d think so little of me. Oh it pains me!”

“Shut it, Weasley,” you rolled your eyes, but you felt a smile creeping onto your visage. “I just meant -- well you asked me to tutor you in that same subject! What’d you do that for? You just calculated taxes faster than Madame Rosmerta could type! You don’t need my help at --”

Your eyes dawned in understanding. “So that’s why you would never show me your test marks! Because they were probably even better than mine! I- all this time I thought you were ashamed of em!”

“Oi! Quiet down Y/L/N! we can’t have everyone figuring out that I’m actually good at school,” Fred frowned as he pressed a hand to your mouth, muffling your voice.

“Well those study sessions were useless then!” you practically shouted. “You already knew all the material!”

At this, Fred just grinned. He glanced at his hand on your cheek, the two drinks at your table, and took in your rosy cheeks and bright eyes shining with curiosity.

“Well... I wouldn’t say completely useless,” he smirked, as your lips met.

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