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mothdruid · 2 years

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himerostia

pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

summary: Amortentia is the most powerful love potion. Fred decides to create something similar, Himerostia. While creating the potion things go wrong, putting the two of you in a precarious situation.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m to f), blow job, vaginal sex, cream pie, consensual non-consensual (it’s because sex pollen), multiple orgasms

a/n: this is my first time writing like a sex pollen style fic so please be kind. i also plan on writing a feral!remus fic along the same-ish lines. also himeros is the erote of sexual desire and unrequited love. so that’s why i called it himerostia

“Is that another batch of love potion?”

“Nope, something special.” Fred’s eyes glinted as they flicked up from the cauldron to your gaze. A subtle smirk adorned his face. You remember the day he came to you, asking for your expert opinion on how to make love potion. As much as you didn’t want to tell him you did, feelings mudding your opinion. It was no secret that you liked Fred, he even knew. A long drunken night at Hogwarts had revealed that ‘secret’.

“Something special? I’m not sure if I can trust that, Weasley.”

“Trust is my middle name though.” Fred tried to give you his best pleading face. Your face scrunched up at his comment. The small bubbling of the cauldron filled the background.

“Last time I checked, your middle name was Gideon.” Fred pushed his lips into a playful frown, bringing his hand up to his chin. He jokingly stroked his chin while acting like he was thinking about your words. “Fred.”

“Now my next question is, when do you become an expert on my middle name?” You felt heat rise to your cheeks. Your eyes scanned over his body, taking in the black t-shirt and regular jeans. Eventually, your eyebrows knitted together at his quip.

“Fred, I'm being serious.” His demeanor changed, dropping the more playful attitude.

“Fine, fine. I’ll tell you. But you can’t tell anyone. Not even George.” A curt nod was all it took for him to continue. “So you know Amortentia?”

“Obviously. Anyone who deals with potions knows about the strongest love potion.” Fred nodded eagerly as he leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. Magic continued to stir the fluid inside, a small bubbling as white noise.

“Himerostia.” Fred smiled when he received a questioning look from you.

“Am I supposed to know what that is?”

“You will, eventually. They will write about it in books and probably outlaw the use of it.”

“Fred, what does that mean?” You inched closer to him, neither of you picking up on the slow increase of noise from the cauldron. Fred tilted his head and looked at you with that familiar glint in his eye.

“Lust potion.” Shock settled over you as you looked at him, the urge to smack that smile off his face. Your shoulders tightened and you hunched slightly, trying to think of all the ramifications of this.

“What are you thinking! A lust potion should not exist! That’s like a major violation of self, same thing with a love potion!” You swatted at his arm, watching as he made a pained face after the blow.

“I never said I was going to use it.” Fred rubbed at the spot you hit while giving you a look that could rival a kicked puppy. Thoughts kept racing through your mind, anxiety flooding your system. What the hell was Fred thinking! Bickering began between the two of you, as the cauldron started to bubble more and more.

"Fred, even making this is dangerous. What if the ministry even finds out?” Fred rolled his eyes, his smirk turning into a small frown.

“They won’t,” his hands settled on your shoulders as he inched closer to you, “because it’s staying between you and I. Remember?” Your demeanor changed as you stared at him, eyes meeting. The look wasn’t meant to be anything more than reassurance, but it stirred something inside of you. You swallowed and nodded, watching as his face lit up once more. “And besides, it’s not like it would be used. I mean, unless you want to use it?”

The heat in your cheeks boiled at his last comment. Fred knew about your feelings for him but had never made a comment quite like that one before. You study his face carefully before shaking your head. You went to reply before he interrupted you.

“Just kidding. Obviously, we wouldn’t use it.” A toothy smile greeted you as he brought his hand to the top of your head. After a few pats to your head he turned around only to find a gurgling cauldron. The two of you had been so caught up in one another that neither of you had noticed. You tilted your head, trying to see around Fred’s frame. The gurgling from the cauldron was borderline violent, causing a small bit of panic to set in.

“Fred.”

“Yeah?”

“Is that supposed to happen?”

The silence gave you his answer. Fred stepped closer to it, taking out his wand. You took out your own wand, wanting to be prepared.

“Immobulus.” Fred flicked his wand as the two of you watched the rod in the cauldron stop. The now violent bubbling continued though. Your stomach clenched at the thought of something like this going bad. “Immobulus.” Fred said once more, only to be defeated by more bubbling. Fred looked back at you, a look for help on his face.

“Don’t look at me.” The chances of you actually knowing or doing something to stop it were slim. Extremely slim. Fred whipped his head back around as the noise intensified. In the blink of an eye there was a large boom, a smoke filling the room. “Fred!” You looked out as his shadowy figure, as more and more smoke poured out of the cauldron. Fred’s familiar voice spoke again.

“Deletrius.” The smoke cleared, finally giving you and Fred sight of each other. The cauldron finally stopped, running out of stuff to turn to smoke inside. The two of you looked around, making sure that no damage had been done to the room. An odd feeling settled inside of you, a warm but strange feeling. Your eyes met with Fred’s again. Heat surged through your body when you looked at him, an overwhelming feeling coursing through your veins.

“You okay?” Fred questioned. A soft pink dusting covered his cheeks. You hadn’t noticed that prior, making you wonder what made him blush. The longer you stared at him the worse the feeling got, turning into an almost burning sensation. Your mouth fell open, letting your pants become more audible. Fred gulped as he watched you. Your chest moved up and down, mouth agape as your breath came out quickly. Fred felt a warmth start to radiate inside of him.

“Fred.” His name came out in a gasp as you reached out for him. Wetness flooded the apex of your thighs, making you let out a soft moan. Fred walked over to you, each step more calculated than the last. “Do you… feel?” His hand ghosted over your arm as he nodded, hesitancy in his movements. You looked at him through your lashes, the heat of his body radiating to yours.

“This.. this is why you shouldn’t make things like a lust potion.” You averted your gaze from his, not wanting to make things worse. Fred’s fingers found your chin, pulling your face to look at his.

He pressed his forehead to yours, “You’re really gonna scold me right now?”

You closed your eyes and shook your head no. His touch was like fire, but a soothing burn. As if it calmed and soothed the flames broiling inside of you. Your core started to ache the longer you stayed touching. “How long is this supposed to last?”

Fred’s breath was hot against your lips, almost close enough for a kiss. “I’m not sure, a few hours, maybe a day. It wasn’t perfect or complete so it’s hard to say.” Fred pressed the side of his face to yours, taking in your scent. His hands rested on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You placed your hands on his chest, breathing in his own scent. His scent seared your nerve endings, making your yearning for his touch much more potent. The muscles in your thighs squeezed together, trying to give you any friction. “That won’t help you.” Fred was pulling back to get a look at you. He could barely contain himself as he looked at you. You could feel his pelvis on your hip, cock hardening against you.

“This wouldn’t be right though,” a look of worry flashed over his arousal ridden features, “we aren’t fully consenting.”

“Fred, it isn’t the potion talking when I say I’ve wanted this for a long time.” You stared at him, taking in his reaction. A soft smile cracked across his lips. “But if you don’t-”

“No, I do. I just never thought this would be the first time.” Fred wedged one of his knees between your thighs as he backed you up towards the counter. A moan escaped your lips when he applied pressure to your core. You back arched making your chest press against his chest. Fred attacked your neck, tongue flicking at your skin. His thigh was tight on your core as you rocked on it. The friction and pressure felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough.

“You feel fucking amazing.” Fred whispered as he nibbled at your earlobe, hands tightening on your hips. His hands helped guide you up and down his thigh, keeping a steady pace. "So filthy, riding my thigh like this." The pressure helped ease the feeling inside you but never quenched it.

"Fred, please." A gasp left your lips as you spoke, turning into a small whine. Fred leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, tongue pushing past your lips. His tongue dominated your mouth while one hand left your hips, hastily crawling under your shirt. His fingers were searing as they trailed up to your chest, squeezing and kneading at your chest. Fred broke the kiss, trailing down your jawline to your neck. A wet was left on your jawline, his tongue lapping at the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Fuck, I need to taste you.” Your hands threaded into his hair, tugging hard to pull him back to your lips. As quickly as before Fred dominated the kiss, his wet muscle sliding into your mouth. His other hand left your hip and started to push your shirt up. An uneven breath escaped you once you were shirtless, his hands finding the clasp of your bra. You grasped at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up before he could remove your bra. Fred groaned once he removed your bra, immediately taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

Fred started a trail of wet kisses down your midsection, nipping at your skin every now and then. Your fingers threaded through his firey locks again, tugging every now and then. Fred’s hands grabbed at your ass and hips, kneading your skin while pulling you closer to him. A moan fell from your lips as he sucked on your hip bone. Fred smiled as he felt your hips cant forward, the effects of the failed potion making your body crave more. “Needy are we?”

“You know I can’t help it.” A whine left your lips as he rubbed his palm against your core, hard. You let your head fall back as he started to undo the button on your pants. The feeling of your waistband loosening made your core clench. He guided your pants down your legs, kissing the skin of your legs in the process. Fred groaned when he saw the wet patch on your panties. He pressed his lips to it before removing your panties too. “Fred, please.”

His tongue dove between your folds, immediately finding your clit. Your hands tightened in his hair as you tried to open your legs up for him. His tongue flicked back and forth, a merciless assault on your clit. The heat searing your body subsided only to be replaced with pleasure. Your body shook without control as each flick of his tongue sent waves through you. You leaned back against the counter, trying to find some type of stability.

Fred put his hands on your ass, while still nestled between your legs, and lifted you up. You let out a squeak at the sudden motion. Fred set you haphazardly onto the counter while keeping up his assault. Your legs fell open immediately, now being on a stable surface. Fred’s hands kneaded at the inside of your thighs as he shook his head from side to side. His name was ripped out of you, urging him to continue. The tightening in the pit of your stomach had started to appear.

“Fuck Fred!” Fred’s long fingers dove inside of your messy cunt, making you moan.

“That’s it, say my name.” Fred went back to your clit as he fucked your hole with his fingers. He fingers pressed and prodded inside, making you whine as you rocked against his face. The tightness in your abdomen was close to snapping. You grabbed at his hair and pressed him closer, whining as you started to ride his face and fingers.

A string of Fred’s name fell from your lips as you came, pleasure coursing through your body. Fred kept flicking his tongue on your clit, sucking on it every now and then. The wet noises from your cunt and your moans were flooding the room. Fred pulled his fingers out as he stood up, smashing his lips to yours. The taste of yourself was intoxicating, making your core clench. He brought his fingers up, pushing them into your mouth after he broke the kiss. Your tongue lapped and swirled around his digits, wanting to clean off all your juices.

“Your mouth feels so good.” A smile curled on your lips as he removed his fingers. The fire inside of you felt quenched for the time being, you knew it’d be back soon. Fred kissed at your neck and his hands set on your hips. One of his hands drifted down to your core once more, his thumb running over your clit again and again. You kissed his neck while your own hands drifted to the waist of his pants.

“It’s time for me to taste you.” You whispered as you unbuttoned his pants. Fred nodded quickly, his own neediness manifesting. He helped you down off the counter while you pushed his pants off his hips. Fred let out a strangled noise when your hand cupped him over his underwear. His size felt impressive, making your cunt clench at the thought of him inside of you. You pushed his boxer briefs down, grabbing his cock afterwards. His cock felt hot in your hand, making you salivate in excitement. You gave him a few strokes, listening to the noises he made before dropping to your knees.

You licked at the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it before taking him in your mouth. You moaned at the taste of him, feeling yourself get impossibly wetter. Fred’s hand fell to the back of your head, trying not to press you hard on him. The noises he made were sinful, making you bob your head with more vigor. Fred let his head fall forward to watch you. You looked up through your lashes, meeting his eyes. His mouth was agape, heavy breaths mixed with moans coming out.

“Can I fuck your face?” You pulled off him for a moment, nodding your head before putting his cock back in your mouth. Fred placed both of his hands on the back of your head. You let your jaw go slack as he started thrusting in and out of your mouth. Drool started to fall down your chin as Fred fucked you mouth without mercy. You gagged slightly every time he hit the back of your throat, not used to the sensation.

“Your mouth is so fucking wet.” Fred groaned as he pulled back, letting his cock rest on your tongue. You held your tongue out while he gripped the base of his cock, tapping it on your tongue. “Fuuuck.”

A whimper was all you let out before he slid back into your mouth. Fred was fucking you with more force this time, almost hitting the back of your throat everytime. One of your hands grabbed at Fred’s thigh while the other snaked to your cunt. The fire inside of you had returned at full force, making you need some type of relief. Your fingers expertly rubbed your clit, making you moan around Fred’s cock. You could tell he was getting closer as his thrusts got more and more messy.

Fred pulled at your hair as he came, filling your mouth. You let his cock fall out of your mouth, holding your tongue out with his cum on it. Fred put his thumb on your tongue, making you wrap your lips around it and swallow. Fred let out a moan as he felt you swallow his cum down. Fred then noticed that you were playing with your clit. “Need more already?” You nodded while his thumb was still in your mouth. “Good cause I need to fuck you so bad.”

Fred’s hand grabbed at your hair, pulling it roughly until you stood up. Fred swiftly spun you around, pressing you tight against the counter. Fred groaned as he watched his still hardened cock rest on your ass. His hips started to rut into your ass, cock pressing hard on your skin. His hot breath rolling on the shell of your ear. His hand was still tight on your hair while he gripped his cock, moving it to run between your folds. A moan whimpered out of you as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit. “Fred..”

“So fucking wet.” Fred groaned as he continued to rut against you. Your own hips started to roll back into him, trying to get a better type of friction.

“Please Fred. I need it.”

“Need what? Tell me.” Fred’s voice was low and laced with lust, nipping at your ear lobe as he listened for your answer.

“I need you in me.”

“You can do better than that.” Smack. Fred’s hand came down hard on your ass, making your body shudder.

“I need your cock! I need it in me, filling me up!” Your voice broke as you yelled out, telling Fred exactly what he wanted to hear. Fred pressed inside of you completely, not waiting for you to adjust to him fully. Fred paused for a moment before pulling back out and starting a brutal pace. Moans poured from your mouth as he slammed into you, hand still grabbing tightly onto your hair. Fred pulled you back by your hair, forcing you to arch your back hard as he looked down at you.

“So fucked out for me already?” His lips smashed into your for a messy kiss. His tongue shoved into your mouth, running over your own. His teeth latched onto your lower lip when he pulled back, tugging on your lip slightly. His thrusts were brutal, slamming deep inside of you. A tightness started in your core once more while your cunt fluttered around his cock.

The hand on your hair forced you down, making your chest collide with the counter. Fred’s hand let go of your hair, finding its way to your ass. Both of his hands kneaded at your ass and spread your cheeks, showing off your ass and stretched out cunt to him. Fred stopped his thrusts before speaking, “Looking so good stretched out on me.”

“Only for you.” You looked back slightly, barely making eye contact with him. Fred tilted his head a little before slamming back inside of you. One of his hands trailed down in between your thighs. You let out a small squeak when he picked your leg up, holding it up near the counter. The new angle let him get deeper, hitting every crevice inside of you.

“Fred! That’s too much!” Fred let go of your leg, letting it drop down. His hands settled on your hips as he pulled out, leaning over to suck and kiss at your shoulder blade. One hand came around and grabbed at your chest while the other snaked between your legs. His fingers immediately started rubbing on your clit, your body arching up against his. Your body shuddered as his fingers worked your clit faster, rubbing in a circle quickly.

The tightness in your abdomen was threatening to snap. You started to squirm as Fred was pinning himself to you. His fingers continued rubbing against your clit, making the tightness snap. Your legs trembled this time, almost giving out. If Fred hadn’t had you pinned to the counter you would have fallen to the floor. “Is that too much? All this pleasure too much?”

Fred’s fingers didn’t let up, rubbing harder on your clit and you shook. You shook your head no, wanting everything that he could give you. “Good.” Fred removed himself from you, spinning you around. His hands cupped at your ass and lifted you up. Normally you would be surprised but your mind was still hazed by your previous orgasm. Fred set you up on the countertop, spreading your legs quickly. He bent down for a moment to lick a stripe up your exposed cunt, making you squirm more. Fred positioned his cock at your entrance, capturing your lips as he pushed inside of you.

His mouth muffled your moans as he thrusted into you. You body quivered while he fucked into you, each thrust hitting the perfect spot inside of you. Fred pressed his forehead to yours and his hands grabbed underneath your knees, bending them closer to your body and spreading them wider. You stared into Fred’s eyes before letting your head fall back, whining every time Fred thrust inside you.

“You’re so wet and tight,” Fred groaned while gripping your hips now, “so fucking good.”

One of Fred’s hands moved up to the back of your head, grabbing your hair and tilting your head down. The sight of his cock plunging into your cunt was all you saw. A thick milky layer of your own cum covering the base of his cock. “Look at that, me milking your cunt.”

All you could do was moan in response. The image was something that would be burned in your brain. Fred brought his hand down to your core one last time, placing his thumb on your clit. You squirm while he starts rubbing your clit, the overstimulation causing your brain to blank. “Fred..” It was barely a whimper that led into a chorus of his name on your lips.

“You gotta cum on my cock.” Fred stated while starting to fuck into you again. He let go of your hair and brought the hand to your hips, trying to stabilize himself. The tightness in your abdomen was already close, your skin felt like it was on fire as your next orgasm crawled closer and closer. The overstimulation was overwhelming, making you cry out once your next orgasm arrived. Your legs shook as they tried to clamp together, Fred’s thumb stopping on your clit.

Fred groaned while you tightened around his cock, making him fuck harder into you. Both of his hands sat on your waist while he fucked into you. His grip on your waist was bruising. Fred’s thrusts got more messy as his second orgasm approached. His hips stuttered as he let out a loud groan, coming inside of you. His thrusts kept going as your cunt milked him. Fred rested his forehead against your chest and shoulder.

“That was..”

“Amazing?” You added before he could say anything.

“Yeah, but that feels like a touch of an understatement.” Fred chuckled a little bit as he pressed his lips to your collarbone. Fred shifted slightly, he still hardened cock pulling out. You let out a moan when he gently pushed back into you.

“This is gonna be a long few hours.” You whimpered. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Fred smirked as he looked up at you. He pulled out and pushed back into you once more, “Me either.”

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley smut #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x female reader #harry potter smut #harry potter fic #hp smut #hp fic #.

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browsethestacks · 1 year

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The Legion Of Super-Heroes

Art by...

1) Mike Grell

2) Curt Swan

3) Rich Buckler

4) Fred Hembeck

5) Doc Shaner

6) Patrick Zircher

7) Steve Lightle

8) Gil Kane

9) Mike Grell

10) Alex Ross

#Comics #DC Comics #Legion Of Super-Heroes #Science Fiction #Alex Ross #Mike Grell #Gil Kane #Curt Swan #Doc Shaner #Fred Hembeck #Rich Buckler #Patrick Zircher #Steve Lightle #LSH #Legion #Art #DC #Superboy #Superboy And The Legion Of Super-Heroes

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mikaikaika · 4 months

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One thing I'd like to point out is how different qTubbo's behaviour towards Fred was, it was so reserved and withdrawn. Yeah it's given that he was blindsided by seeing Fred out of nowhere but the way he slipped into his cool persona of Mr. I don't even care almost felt natural. However, what was more obvious was the way the he reverted to staying in the corner and stuck to giving out one word/phrase curt replies.

Which is in absolute contrast to the last time Fred saw Tubbo all jumping with joy with having found him back, the bantering, the shy-sly looks they exchanged along with their flowers. The air was filled with unspoken promises and unspoken future plans and it was the first time they opened to each other properly about their feelings. Only for all of it to be for naught as they got snatched away from each other's arms yet again.

And now here's a way more traumatised Tubbo who had already yet again given up on his love - as each time makes him crawl way deeper into his closed isolated self - and he had finally decided to "move on" albeit in his own fucked up way of just shelving all his feelings away and pretending they don't exist.

And in his eyes he truly felt he was doing a pretty good job of it and absolutely handling it well and absolutely not projecting his emotions. He finally felt like he had the control the high ground over his feelings and now here comes Fred again accidentally marching back into Tubbo's life - not like they fully left - and he calls Tubbo "the boy with the pretty eyes" and all the control Tubbo thought he had has now come crashing down on him yet again.

#They are so hurt both of them #And wounded and scared of a billion things #Damn #Such a sad cubito #qsmp #tubbo #Fred #Frubbo #Pen pals #Mika mumbles #Meta

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tubchunk · 7 months

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q!tubbo, fred, and how far are you willing to go?

So I have THOUGHTS about the lore today :D

FIRSTLY:

When watching the stream, I was so convinced that the letter Fred left asking q!Tubbo on a date was fake, a trap by the federation. But now, realising that it was actually genuine, it was a real desire they expressed, and q!Tubbo never lost faith once that he meant that invitation, breaks my heart. I don't know when Fred realised that their feelings may be something other than just friendly (if they even are completrly), but I bet the movie date and q!Tubbo's endless kindness and patience towards her is what made them want to push a bit further. I wouldn't be surprised if Fred forgets about the Federation, what they have done, and what their position means, when they're talking to, thinking about, or simply with q!Tubbo. Because he never treats him as "Federation Worker WA02". They're Fred. They're someone who exchanges letters with a curious, kindhearted, chaotic engineer, using flowers to communicate things too large to put into words on a page. That's who they are when picking up the letter where q!Tubbo says yes to a date, telling him to pick him up whenever.

But then, like with q!Pierre, q!Quackity comes and kidnaps him, and that stark reality returns. Because to the other islanders, he is a Federation employee, working for an organization that has hurt, tortured and manipulated the people of the island to the point of memory loss and trauma. In q!Pierre's case, Fred was DIRECTLY involved in what happened to him, and to q!Quackity, he is the symbol of what took everything from him. They don't care about what Fred may be like away from the office, he is an employee of the vessel of their worst nightmares. This isn't usually a problem for them, he defaults to the persona she must adopt as a high-ranking employee, with no fear and curt responses that don't reveal much.

Until they bring q!Tubbo into their threats.

And that shakes them up, something in them twists. Not him, he has nothing to do with any of this. Fred says that every time, cuz to them, q!Tubbo is the part of their life that is untainted by the things he has done as a Federation employee. He's the boy who taught him what a friend was, who always wished he was healthy in every letter he wrote, who promised to protect him with what little he had cuz he cared. They have never seen q!Tubbo as anything other than kind, patient, and understanding. He needs them to stay separate, both for q!Tubbo's safety, but also his own. Because they think the moment q!Tubbo finds out what he has done, he thinks he'll leave. Why would someone as kind as him stay by his side after finding out they're a monster?

But q!Tubbo isn't exactly what Fred thinks he is, either.

The same boy who excitedly showed him Wall-E in the cinema, who picked flowers to give him every time they wrote, is also the one who laughed down the barrel of Cucurucho's gun pointed at him, before making his escape. He's snuck into the Fed office multiple times and broken into all its parts, he's broken several rules and continues to do so without a care. HE WENT TO THE NETHER !!! HE LAVACASTED A FED BUILDING!! MAJORITY OF THE ISLAND CURRENTLY WANTS HIM THROWN BEHIND BARS AND HE DOESN'T CARE !!!

Quackity (the cc) had said during the Brazil meetup streams that following events would push the people of the server to see how far they would be willing to go. And I can so clearly see how this would factor in for fred and qtubbo's arc.

Fred has been convinced by q!Quackity that q!Tubbo now hates him. But he doesn't know that, despite q!Quackity trying everything, q!Tubbo refused to be angry at Fred. His faith in them is unwavering TO A FAULT. And he has said before, he does not CARE whether Fred has hurt people or harmed them, because that's his friend (cough cough partner). He knows Fred better than anyone else, and would not think to abandon him through anything. And if he's done bad things? q!Tubbo would not care, he'd probably be willing to walk down into hell with Fred's hand in his if it came to it. Who's to say, to get Fred back, q!Tubbo wouldn't snitch to the Federation? Anything to get the one he cares about back. He promised to protect them. That's how far he's willing to go. Even if it means everyone on the island hates him even more. If it's Fred, he's willing to do it.

q!Tubbo would be willing to burn all his bridges if it meant keeping him and Fred warm.

i was kinda disappointed with the lore today cuz i had hoped it would be more qtubbo centric, but i guess shit must havebeen shifted around cuz tubbo is travelling and it wasnt the best convenience for him but PRAYINGGGGG they do something with this and qtubbo gets his true neutral/villain arc for fred toxic yuri coded frubbo are so real to me

#qsmp tubbo #qsmp #fred qsmp #qsmp theory #qsmp lore #qsmp character analysis #frubbo #fredbo #i went a bit insane with the lore analysis can you tell frubbo have consumed my mind

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gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley · 10 months

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what's wrong, my little firework? [f.w. x reader]

Summary: Woebegone, uncommunicative Y/N. Painfully oblivious Fred. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: rushed ending.

Over the last few painfully long hours, Y/N had grown morose.

With a piece of ink-stained parchment in one hand and a quill in the other, she thoughtlessly scribbled quick squiggly lines, supposedly cursive. She paid no mind to the hair-raising sound of the tip of her quill scratching away at her parchment, but instead mindlessly thought about him.

Fred Weasley, the boy who was out on the quidditch pitch sweating away and batting bludgers seamlessly.

The boy whose heart supposedly belonged to her, and she the same.

While he was out there flaunting his beautiful quidditch skills, she was stuck in the library with at least a week’s worth of predictions she had to submit to Professor Trelawney. Forget about how she’d die to a pack of peckish pixies three moons from then, she’d die right there right then if she had to sit a moment longer without Fred.

“Earth to Lovesick Y/N, earth to Lovesick Y/N?” Hermione waved an ink-smudged hand in front of Y/N’s face, redirecting her attention back to Earth, and not in the clouds.

Y/N blinked and snapped back to reality, “Huh– yes, ‘Mione?”

"Merlin, your head was in the clouds!" Hermione's eyebrows knitted together, but she couldn't seem to stifle the tug at her lips, or the glint of mirth in her eyes, "If you had a mirror right now, you'd see- oh. Wait."

Hermione whipped out her wand, and, with a swish and flick, transfigured her quill into a tiny rustic pocket mirror. She glanced at her dubiously but was impressed nonetheless. Top in transfiguration as always, that's my girl!

Then, she glanced into the mirror.

Merlin and Morgana, she was as red as Fred's quidditch robes!

"See? All you ever think about is him!" Hermione chuckled, shaking her head light-heartedly like how a mother would.

"No, I was thinking about..." Y/N trailed off as her eyes darted around the library to come up with a quick lie.

Her eyes then landed on a copy of one of Gilderoy Lockhart's books. His beaming face stared back at her. She swore she saw him wink.

"...Professor Lockhart?" She knew how much Hermione swooned over the Professor, successfully changing the topic.

She couldn't shake it off, though. He flew around on his broom in Y/N's mind every minute and every second of the day.

Did he feel the same, though?

The nagging feeling tugged away at her heartstrings, now that she had come to think of it. Did Weasley ever initiate contact? On their first kiss; it was Y/N who had pulled him in by the collar of his striped pyjamas. It was Y/N, to both of their surprises, who had grabbed him by the chin (with a little tip-toeing, of course) and leaned in.

Did Weasley, Fred Weasley, ever care enough to... try?

Y/N's thoughts shouted at her, screamed at her, drowning out the sound of Hermione boasting passionately about Gilderoy.

With a pained smile, a curt nod, and a tight grip on the mirror, she bid herself to make it through the study session with this tight feeling in her chest.

- -

Dinner rolled around, and students strode into the Great Hall with ravenous stomachs from scribbling on parchment, snoozing through lessons, and snoring in the common rooms.

Y/N made it to her house's table, but her eyes were elsewhere but the delectable array of food that lay in front of her. From the front of the Great Hall to the very end, she searched for the head of fiery-red hair.

Oh! There he- never mind. It was Ronald. Stuffing his face. As usual.

Demoralised, she heaved a sigh of resignation and began to swish her wand, floating a serving of pudding onto her plate. Her appetite hadn't been picking up, but still didn't allow herself to neglect her well-being.

Before she could even take a spoonful, a pair of large firm hands hand snaked their way around her waist, catching her off-guard.

"Fuck- What the fuck, Fred!" she swore elegantly.

Fred chuckled delightfully and lifted her chin so that she was looking at him smiling goofily, "There's my little firework!"

And, without warning, he picked her up effortlessly (humming in the process too), swished his wand to take her plate of pudding with them, and danced out of the Great Hall, paying no mind to the hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at the spectacle.

A boy carrying a girl (who was quite being vocal about protesting) bridal style out of the Great Hall, with a plate of pudding trailing behind.

- -

He took her to the Great Lake, where the Giant Squid seemed to be basking in the golden rays of the sun that was setting. It seemed as though it had managed to make a pair of sunglasses for itself with a piece of kelp.

Never mind that, she was gingerly placed on a checkered picnic mat.

"Fred? What's this?" Y/N asked, wide-eyed.

"Why, a picnic of course! Merlin, do you need glasses like Harry, too?" Fred snickered mirthfully.

She scanned the containers full of food. Some had sandwiches with the crust removed, some were filled to the brim with glistening golden fried rice, and that.

A tall glass of trifle, with two boastful glasses of butterbeer to accompany it.

This was what they ate on their first-ever date. Trifle and some butterbeer to wash it down.

For some odd reason, her eyes started to prickle with tears.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, and met his expectant eyes, "You remembered?"

It was their first anniversary.

His mouth opened agape as shock painted his face, "Of course, I did, love! The time, place, what we ate, everything!"

He then noticed the pained look on her face. Quickly, he scooted over and wrapped an arm around her. Y/N leaned into his warm chest, seemingly lost in thought as she kept quiet. Their heartbeats synced.

"What's wrong, my little firework?"

It was strange, seeing him like that. By day, he wreaked havoc 'round the school alongside George. He was a ball of fire that no one, not even George, could tame.

Then, she came along, and he seemed to fizzle down. Only she had seen this side of him, the Fred that he had kept locked away for someone. And that someone was her, his little firework.

"It's just that," you licked your lips that seemed to dry out in the evening breeze, "all this time I..."

She choked on her words that seemingly refused to come out. They lived in different worlds; she was a bookworm, and he was an athlete. She couldn't communicate how she felt, and he had no filter when he was upset. They were polar opposites, yet he still stayed. He still looks lovingly into her eyes. He dedicates every bludger he had ever whacked to her.

However, it seemed that vulnerability was not her forte after all. He intuitively picked up on it. Gingerly, he raked a calloused hand through her hair, massaging her scalp.

Fred leaned into her ear and whispered, "You?"

Emblazoned by his touch (that she had dearly missed), she swallowed her pride and composed herself. Here goes nothing.

Y/N turned to face him. She looked up into his eyes with her red-rimmed ones that glistened neath the golden sun.

"All this time, I thought I meant little to you- Merlin, hearing myself say this already sounds ridiculous and I know what-"

A pair of lips shut her up before she could ramble for hours and hours and turn the food cold.

"You mean the world to me, firework."

a/n: surprise !!(???) rushed ending i know but i've been reading good shit on ao3 and just suddenly felt the sudden urge to write again and then i saw this request and i just had to and i know i received this a while back but i just had no will in me to write this and Oh My God it just feels great to be back on here (i will still be MIA) but i just had to, yknow?

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley/yn #fred weasley fluff #fluff #insecure y/n #well #harry potter #harry potter oneshot #fred weasley oneshot #muggle y/n #communication

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