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Fairy

Request: Yes / No Day 2 of Halloween fics! (This is based on a Drawlloween made by RikiSayPOOF I believe)

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Fred Weasley x Fem!Fairy!Reader 

Word count: 2593

Warnings: Nothing I think?

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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A/N: Yes I based this off of the Tinkerbell fairies and used some characters from it, so I pretty much just mixed the worlds :)

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I was so excited we were bringing fall to the mainland! I was going to Hogwarts with some other fairies, but I was told to talk to Fern. I was confused as to why I was being sent to see our leader, but I didn’t let it dampen my mood. I fluttered into her office and she looked slightly stressed. 

“Hey Fern! What’s up?” I asked, as I sat on her desk. She sighed at me and took a seat. 

“I need you to keep your eyes on the job and not associate with the wizards that are there.” She said and I gasped. 

“Of course! Why would I-” 

“Don’t even try and pretend, Y/N, we both know you are fascinated with humans, and wizards fall under that category.” She said with a pointed look. 

“But they throw such awesome parties!” I whined. 

“Y/N, I’m serious, we can’t associate with the humans. It’s dangerous.” She said and I frowned. 

“But the wizards and witches know of us already.” I said and she sighed. 

“I know they do, but that doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous. You know our dust is more powerful than their magic and some of them are going to want to use that for themselves.” She said and I sighed. 

“But the students wouldn’t, I mean come on Fern, they’re just kids!” I said and she sighed once again. 

“Do you not remember Tom Riddle? He almost got one of the Winter Fairies! Do you know how much more dangerous he would be if he had managed to kept them?” She said and I groaned. 

“That was one in a million chance.” I waved her off. 

“No parties. No associating with humans. Just do your job and come back.” She said, extremely serious. I deflated and nodded sadly. 

“Fine…” I answered quietly. 

“Good, now go get ready it’s a long flight.” She said, waving me out of her office. I flew out of her office and to the dust tree to collect my extra ration for the trip. I fluttered up to the counter and rested my chin on my hands. 

“Hey Y/N, what’s with the disappointed look? This is your favorite time of the year!” Terence said as he pulled out the new bag of dust. 

“Fern just gave me a talking to about socializing with the witches and wizards.” I sighed and he chuckled. 

“She’s right, you know.” He said, writing on his clipboard. 

“They’re not dangerous, she’s being dramatic!” I said, throwing my hands in the air. 

“Y/N/N, they are dangerous, they’re humans with magic, that makes them extra dangerous!” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Terence, they’re really not dangerous.” I said and he shook his head. 

“Hey guys, Y/N, you ready for the trip?” Lilac asked as she floated down next to me. 

“She’s disappointed that Fern told her she couldn’t associate with the humans.” Terence answered with a smirk before I could say anything. 

“Aww, she’s just upset she can’t talk to that wizard boy she has a crush on.” Lilac said with a smirk. I blushed and looked down at my bag of dust. 

“I do not…” I mumbled. 

“You have a crush on a human!?” Terence shrieked. I quickly covered his mouth and looked around. 

“Hush!” I hissed and pulled my hands away. Lilac laughed and I shot her a glare. 

“I don’t have a crush on Fred!” I hissed and she smirked. 

“I never said his name.” She said in a sing-song tone. I blushed deeper and snatched my bag of dust. 

“I’m going to get ready for the trip.” I said and flew off. I heard Lilac giggling as Terence asked her if I was crazy. 

We had made it to Hogwarts and got straight to work. I was with Lilac flying over the grass to make it grow a bit taller. We flew past the Gryffindor tower and I heard the party they were throwing through the windows. I paused what I was doing and looked up at the tower. Lilac stopped flying a bit further ahead of me and flew back to me. 

“Y/N, we gotta finish the grass.” She said and I bit my lip. 

“I heard the humans throw awesome parties…” I mumbled and she sighed. 

“If you finish this grass with me then I’ll keep my mouth shut and you can go hang out with your crush for a bit.” She said and I shot my head over to her. 

“Really?” I asked with a huge smile. 

“Yes, now come on!” She giggled. I flew off as fast as I could and made the grass grow as fast as I could. Lilac met me at the end of the section and she laughed at me. 

“Can I go now?” I asked and she nodded with a giggle. 

“Go get your wizard boy.” She winked. 

“Thank you!” I hugged her tightly. I flew off and into the castle. I got to the Gryffindore painting and transformed into my human size. I looked back at my wings and frowned. I couldn’t hide them… I shrugged and turned to face the painting. 

“Password?” She asked and I smiled. 

“Caput Draconis.” I said and she opened. I stepped inside and smiled. I loved parties! I walked over to the alcohol table and smiled. Human drinks were always great! Sure they got me drunk so fast, but Lilac will watch out for me. I poured myself some fire-whiskey, it was my favorite! I felt someone wrap their arm around my shoulder and graze my wings. I snapped my head to the right and saw a ginger boy with a huge smile on his face. 

“I didn’t think I’d see a fairy here tonight.” He said. I smiled brightly at him as I faced him. 

“I was told by my superior not to associate with humans tonight, but I managed to sneak away. You know I love a party.” I said and he nodded. 

“Carful with the drinks, love, you still gotta fly back tonight, don’t you?” He asked and I nodded as I took a sip. The war feeling spread through my body and I sighed happily. 

“Yeah, but what’s a party without a few drinks?” I asked and he shook his head with a smile. 

“Let’s not drink and fly tonight, yeah?” He asked and I sighed. 

“Fine, one drink.” I said, taking another sip. 

“I’m holding you to that, I know you’ll get drunk off just one.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Not my fault your alcohol isn’t made for people of my size.” I said and he laughed. 

“I could always get you a thimble to use as a cup, I think Hermione has one.” He said and I glared at him. 

“I’m perfectly capable of drinking from a human cup, thank you very much!” I said and he chuckled. 

“Finish your drink, then we can dance.” He said and I smiled. I quickly downed my drink, which was a mistake because I almost instantly felt the effects, but I didn’t care. Fred bowed in front of me and offered me his hand. I slid my hand into his with a giggle and he led me to the middle of the room. I stumbled a bit, but he caught me with his hands on my waist. 

“Carful, love.” He whispered in my ear and I blushed. He pulled back and smirked at me… he definitely knew what he was doing to me. The two of us swayed to the beat of the song and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. We were pushed against each other and his mouth was inches from mine. The effects of the fire-wiskey clouded my brian as I lent in, placing me lips on his. He instantly returned it and I smiled slightly as he kissed me back. When we pulled apart he rested his head on my forehead. 

“I missed you, Y/N.” He whispered, his breath fanning against my face. 

“I missed you too, Freddie.” I whispered back. 

“You should come visit more often, it’s no fun only seeing you a few times a year.” He pouted. 

“I would love to, but you know how the fairies feel about humans, especially after that Tom boy.” I said with a sigh. 

“I’m not like that, I like you for you, not your magic dust.” He said and I smiled. 

“I know you are, most of you witches and wizards are, but they don’t believe me. They’re all scared of being captured.” I sighed. 

“The only reason I’d capture you would be to keep you with me…” He trailed off and took a deep breath. 

“I fancy you a lot, Y/N.” He said and I smiled at him brightly. 

“I fancy you too, Fred, have for a long time now.” I replied. He smiled at me and pulled me in for another kiss. 

“Freddie! Oh, sorry to interrupt.” George said and we pulled apart. Fred glared at his twin and I giggled. George smirked at us and gave me a wink. 

“Finally he said something, I was sure I’d have to give him a love poition to admit his feelings.” He said and I laughed as Fred smacked him in the head. 

“I’ll leave the two lovers be, nice to see you Y/N!” George said as he ran off into the party. Fred sighed as he looked back at me. 

“Of course he had to ruin the moment…” He grumbled. I gently caressed his face and smiled. 

“It’s not ruined.” I whispered. Fred smiled and pulled me impossibly close to him. 

“Good.” He said and kissed me again. When we pulled apart I noticed a glowing yellow ball outside the window. I furrowed my brow and pushed my way over to it. Fred followed me as he called my name. I made it to the glass and my eyes widened as I saw Lilac floating there. She frowned at me and motioned for me to come outside. I sighed and deflated a bit, but nodded. She flew off and I turned to find Fred looking at me concerned. 

“You alright?” He asked and I sighed. 

“I have to go, Lilac just told me it was time to go back.” I answered. He frowned, but pulled me into him. 

“Stay.” He caressed my cheek. 

“Fred I-” 

“Please, Y/N, stay here with me.” He begged and I looked into his brown eyes. They were pleading with me to stay, but I sighed. 

“I can’t, if I stay I’ll run out of dust and get sick. I have to go home…” I said. He sighed but nodded. 

“Let me walk you out at least.” He said and I nodded with a small smile. The two of us walked out of the Gryffindor room and headed for the entrance to Hogwarts. Lilac was there floating, waiting for me. I smiled at her, but Fred turned me to face him before I could go back to my normal size. He kissed me deeply and I happily sighed into the kiss. 

“Come back soon, okay love?” He asked and I nodded. 

“I’ll try my best, promise!” I said and pecked his lips once more. I transformed back to my normal size and flew up to Fred’s face. I kissed his nose and he chuckled. I waved to him before Lilac and I flew off. She looked at me with a knowing smirk and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. 

“So you got your wizard boy?” She asked and I sighed happily. 

“He told me he loved me.” I said and she gave me a smile. 

“You know it’s not going to work, you don’t really age like humans do and you can’t even go see him whenever you want.” She said and I sighed. 

“Way to ruin the moment…” I huffed and she laughed. 

“I’m just being realistic, Y/N/N, it’s not a relationship that you can have. You’re not even supposed to be around him.” She said and I groaned. 

“Don’t remind me.” I said and she laughed. 

“My lips are sealed.” She said, making a zipper motion over her lips. 

“Thank you, you’re the best!” I said and she giggled. 

“Y/N, Lilac, where have you been?” Chleo asked as she flew in front of us. 

“We were finishing up the grass over near the castle, like you asked.” I said and she looked at me suspiciously. 

“Lilac?” She asked and we both turned to face her. 

“Yeah, do you wanna go look?” Lilac asked. Chleo glanced at both of us before sighing. 

“You swear you didn’t go see any of those humans, Y/N?” She asked and I shook my head with my hands behind my back. 

“Nope, I promised Fern.” I lied as best I could. 

“You better be telling the truth because if Fern finds out you went to see the humans and lied about it, you’re gonna be stuck on hole digging duity for months.” She said and I groaned at the idea. 

“I swear, I’m telling the truth!” I insisted. She smiled slightly and nodded. 

“Good, go help the others with the leaves then we’re going back.” She said and we both nodded. We flew away and Lilac looked at me. 

“That was close.” She said and I hushed her. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said and she giggled. We helped the other fairies color the rest of the leaves on the trees, making some fall to the ground when I got an idea. 

“Lilac, cover for me real quick, will you?” I asked and she looked at me confused. 

“What are you doing?” She asked. 

“I’m gonna leave a little gift for Fred.” I smiled as I collected some leaves. She looked at me with wide eyes and looked around us. 

“Y/N! There’s too many fairies here, they’re gonna see you, then they’ll tell Fern, and you’ll be-” 

“On hole digging duity, I know, but just cover for me and there will be no problems.” I smiled as I quickly tied the stems together. She sighed but flew off to color more leaves. I quickly finished tying the leaves together and flew off towards the castle. I said the password once I got to the Gryffindor painting and flew inside. I flew right up to Fred’s dorm room and quickly slipped under the door with the leaves in my hands. I placed the leaf crown I made on his bed and smiled. I quickly flew out the slightly opened window and back to the fairies. Lilac smiled at me as I flew next to her. 

“What did you do?” She whispered. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I winked at her. She shook her head with a smile as we finished our job. 

The sun was just starting to rise as we finished up and we quickly began the flight home. I looked back at Hogwarts as we were leaving and sighed. Lilac gently nudged me and gave me a sad smile. 

“I believe you’ll see him again, I mean it is you.” She said and I laughed. 

“I hope he likes the crown I made.” I said and she smiled. 

“I think he will.” She said and I smiled at the thought. I was so determined to come back to Hogwarts, even if it meant I would have to steal some dust. I would see my Freddie again.

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[fairy-writes]

Hey! Could you please write about Fred porlock, where him and the reader go on a mission and there’s loads of tension between them and everyone can tell please? :)

BE CAREFUL

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): Fred Porlock x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Arguments, Tension

Notes: I’m starting to forget things about mtp 😭I need to go back and reread the series

This one is specifically a female reader, unlike my typical gender-neutral one

References to but not explicitly depicted with sleeping with someone.

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“What the hell were you thinking?” 

You knew you messed up when Fred began to curse and swear. But you paid him no mind. You stand in front of the full-length mirror, unlacing your corset with some difficulty. 

“I did what I had to do.” You say as you yank at the lacing. Your crinoline and skirts had been discarded in the corner, and you could see Fred pacing angrily by the bed. 

It wasn’t often that you would see him so angry. 

“You could have ruined the mission! Seriously! Doing something like that—”

“If you’re going to reprimand me, then at least use the proper words.” You cut him off, and he whirls to look at you, anger glittering in those dark gray eyes of his that you loved so much. You can see him through the mirror, his jaw clenched and teeth grinding.

“You slept with him. And for what?!” He snaps, and you huff.

“For information. I told you this. There was no other way for me to get to his chambers without being seen. William asked that I do what is necessary, so I did.”

Fred was running his hands through his hair, positively fuming and angry. He had discarded his scarf and coat on the bed, leaving him in his trousers, suspenders, and white button-down. 

You finally manage to get your corset loose enough to wiggle it down over your hips and step out of it. You didn’t want to bother unlacing it all the way at the moment. Your body aches in an unpleasant way, and as you head toward the bathroom that’s adjacent to the bedroom to clean yourself up, you can’t help but step gingerly. 

Just because you had done what you did, doesn’t mean you liked it. 

So you clean yourself up the best you can, run a bath, and sink into the steaming hot water. Your hair is carefully pinned out of your face, and you lean back against the porcelain, closing your eyes in relief. 

You sit in the tub until the water goes cold and notice that the entire time… Fred doesn’t come in. Normally, he does, if anything, at least to wash your hair for you. 

Perhaps you had been pampered for too long by Fred’s affection. 

The next day was awkward, to say the least. 

While Fred and you did share a bed, he had made it a point not to speak to you. He didn’t throw an arm over your waist like he usually did. Instead, he stayed on his side of the bed, back turned you as he supposedly slept like a rock. You, on the other hand, were wide awake the entire night.

Was he really that angry?

As the two of you headed down to breakfast, you were silent. However, just as you reached the double doors of the Moriarty’s dining room, you opened your mouth to speak.

“Fred, I—” The door opened, and Moran ushered you both inside. 

“Took ya long enough! I’m starvin’!” He exclaimed loudly as everyone had seemingly waited until you two arrived to start breakfast. 

Your elbow brushed his, and you mumbled an apology. At that, Moran looked up from his eggs and sausage with an eyebrow raised,

“What’s the matter with you? You never apologize.” He asked, and you rolled your eyes,

“I have manners too, y’know.” You retort, and now William looks up from where he had been conversing quietly with Albert and Louis. He caught your attention with a call of your name.

“Good work last night. Your information was invaluable.” Was all he said, and you ducked your head, ears burning with the praise. 

Abruptly, Fred stands and leaves the table, leaving his picked-at meal behind.  You watch with wary eyes, but he doesn’t meet yours and instead slips through the doors, allowing it to shut with a bang.

Immediately, eyes are on you. 

“I think it’s best you go after him,” William says gently, and you sigh,

“He’s just being dramatic.” You say and move your eggs around your plate. William chuckles, and you look at the man who had changed your life. 

“I think it’s a bit more than that. Go after Fred. I think what he has to say will surprise you.” You get to your feet and gather your skirts about yourself. Just as you leave, you hear Moran speak up,

“What’d she do now?” 

Fred is halfway down the hall, sitting with his back against the wall and head on his knees. He looks up when he sees you,

“Are you okay?” You ask as you take a seat next to him. The skirts of your dress billow out around you, and you take a moment to push them down. 

“It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done.” He says quietly, and you frown, taking a moment to lean your head on his shoulder. He relents and wraps an arm around your shoulders, tilting his head back on yours.

“I’m sorry. For not taking your feelings into consideration.” You say softly, and he tightens his grip marginally. 

“I was just worried.” He replies, and you look at him with a frown.

“I was careful.” You say, and he shakes his head,

“It only takes a moment for something to go wrong. Especially in situations like that.” He says, and you sigh, leaning your head back on his shoulder. 

He presses a kiss to your hairline.

“Just… be careful, alright?” He says, and you smile, bringing one of his hands up to kiss his knuckles.

“Of course, I will be.”

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[cameronspecial]

I know we’re pass Halloween but I’ve had an idea.

Drew smut (only if your comfortable) where he and reader as a cute matching costume like Flynn and Rapunzel or daphne and Fred from scooby doo and they go to a party with all the cast members and he just can’t keep his hands to himself.

So when they finally get home they get freaky lol on the island in the kitchen and he lifts up her dress/skirt cause he can’t wait anymore and it’s so hot but cute.

Drewbie Doo, Where Are You?

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: DARK SMUT and Swearing.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.6K

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Y/N loves costume parties and dressing up for them. She always goes all out for them, coming up with creative spins on classic costumes. Like right now, Y/N and Drew are dressed up as Daphne and Fred, but with the twist that they are both serial killers. The idea came to her mind as she was looking through different costume inspirations and she saw a couple dressed as Ghostface and one of his victims. The girl’s white dress is stained red with the red handprint of her boyfriend and the idea stuck to Y/N. She knew Drew wanted to dress as Daphne and Fred, so she decided they could combine their two wants. This is how she finds herself giggling while Drew covers his hand in the fake blood she bought from the costume store. His hand rounds her body and brings it down to her bum. He gives her ass cheek a squeeze, causing her to let out a yip in surprise. He smirks down at her and brings his bloody hand to her cheek to smear some red on it. His hand brings her lips to his. They pull apart from each other and look at themselves in the mirror. 

The red of his handprint stands out against her purple long-sleeved dress, which she admires with a little wiggle of her butt. He lets out a chuckle at her action, giving her a small spank. She jumps forward a little bit and giggles, “Come on, we are going to be late for the party.” “Darling, I don’t know if we are going to make it to Madeline’s party with how your ass is brandishing my handprint on it. It shows everyone that you are mine,” he growls, pulling her in by the green scarf around her neck. She steps out of his reach and picks up her fake knife, “As much as I would love to stay home and let you fuck me. Madeline will kill us if we skip out on her party.” 

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Everyone’s costumes looked stunning. Madison is wearing a fairy costume and Madeline appears to be dressed for the 1950s. Rudy seems to be the back half of a cow and Y/N can only guess that Elaine is the front half. Chase is dressed as Woody while JD is Buzz Lightyear. She spots Carlacia dressed as Barbie, talking to someone Y/N doesn’t recognize. Seeing other people’s costumes is one of Y/N’s favourite things about dress-up events. Squeals pull Y/N out of her observations and she turns her head to see Madeline running towards them. “You guys look so good, but you are late,” she scolds, twirling Y/N around to admire the costume. “You naughty girl. Is that Drew’s handprint?” Y/N’s head bows down and Drew brings her to his side by her waist. “Damn, right, it’s my handprint. Who else do you think it is?” he grumbles, resting his hand back down to her bum where the print is. 

“God, you are so possessive of her. Now, I know why you guys were late. You guys were probably having sex,” Madeline comments. “She wouldn’t let me,” he whispers under his breath as Madeline goes off to greet more guests. Y/N swats Drew’s chest, “Really? Did you have to say that?” 

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Drew couldn’t keep his hands off of Y/N throughout the night. As she talks to the various castmates, Drew’s hands roam around her body, leaving a trail of fake blood all over her purple dress. He begs her to go home, whispering in her ear all the naughty things he wants to do with her. The final straw that breaks the camel's back is when she is standing in the kitchen and she is pouring herself a drink. Drew comes up from behind her, the strain of his dick pressing perfectly into the dip of her buttcrack. “Feel what you do to me, Darling? I could be making you feel so good right now,” he mutters into her ear. His hand moves up to her breast, staining the fabric of her dress as he cups it. She takes his wrist into hers and drags him out of Madeline’s house. 

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They close the door in a frenzied kiss. It only gets locked when Drew begrudgingly pulls away from her. She is about to make her way to their bedroom, but he stops her by grabbing her wrist and bringing her to his chest. She lets him waddle them to the kitchen, where he pushes her hips into the counter. One of his hands keeps her pushed into the surface and his other goes to pull off the ascot from his neck. He takes both of her wrists in one hand, tying them together with his orange scarf. He shoves her back down onto the counter, so her elbows meet the cold granite and her wrists are in front of her. Drew's mouth meets the shell of her ear, “See if you had let us leave earlier in the night,  then you would have gotten sweet and passionate Drew. The Drew that lets you cum. But since you didn’t, you are going to take what I give you like the good little slut you are.”

She has to stop herself from moaning out at his words and the way his front is pressing up against her back. She knows her noise will only darken his mood if she lets them out without his permission. He knows she secretly loves it when he gets this way. Foreplay is not an option as he just needs to feel her walls close in around his dick. He unbuttons his pants and tugs his pants down just enough so he can pull himself out of his briefs. He doesn’t even wait to take her clothes off. He lifts the bottom of her dress just enough so that he can rip her thong off of her. She lets out a quiet gasp at the feeling of her underwear being torn off. 

He shushes her, kissing the back of her neck which is exposed by her hair falling to one shoulder. His tip finds her pussy and he gives her no time to process it before he slams into her. She can’t adjust to his size because he begins his harsh thrusts at an unforgiving pace. Luckily, she is already wet enough from their party antics to lessen the friction. She tries her best to keep quiet as he brings his dick in and out of her. “Go on, Darling. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel,” Drew orders, pulling at the scarf around her neck so that her back presses against his chest. She obeys his command, crying out about how much she loves his cock. His pace keeps going and she feels like he is trying to fuck her into the kitchen island. His lips find their way to her neck. He nibbles a hickey on her skin, loving the melody coming out of her mouth. He can feel her tightened walls around him. He lets out a low laugh, “Tell me you're sorry for not letting us stay home. Tell me we should’ve stayed home and let me fuck you like a good girl. And then maybe I’ll let you cum.” 

His hips have stopped moving and he is still inside of her while he waits for her pleas. She tries to bring his hand up to her throat, but she forgets her hands are tied. He smirks down at her attempts and brings his big hands around her throat, squeezing gently around it. Knowing he will love to hear her breathy voice, she calls out, “I’m sorry for being a whore and not letting us stay home because I wanted everyone to see me in my slutty costume. I’m sorry you didn’t let you have sex with me sooner.” 

His dick twitches inside of her at her words and he knows he doesn’t have long to make her climax before him. His forceful thrust picks up again and the hand around her neck goes to her clit. He starts rubbing her bud in quick circles. Her moans and his groans mix with the slapping of their skin and they are slowly being brought to the edge. Her bound hands reach above her to the other side of the island, so she has something to grip as her pussy swallows Drew in a tighter hold. She orgasms with a scream of his name and he follows soon after her. His cum shoots into her in ropes as he fucks her through their high. He collapses onto her, smushing her breasts against the granite. His head falls to wear he bites a hickey into her skin and kisses up and down her neck. His hands reach up to untie his orange scarf from her wrist. She brings her wrist over her shoulder so he can kiss the forming bruises. He slowly slips his flaccid penis out of her, bringing her up to stand straight. She turns around in his arms and rests her head on his chest. The thump of his heartbeat starts to slow down. 

His lips find her temple, “I hope I wasn’t too hard on you, Darling. I know you didn’t use our safeword, but I didn’t even eat you out first.” She shakes her head against him and kisses the exposed part of his chest. “No, Baby. It was perfect. Like you,” she mumbles, still a little groggy from her release. His fingers run through her hair, “Good. I love you, Darling.”

“I love you too, Baby.”

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good enough // george weasley

Summary: A Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor don't go together. Perhaps that's why George didn't ask you to the Yule Ball. Perhaps he prefers a Hufflepuff, which is why he asked Susan Bones instead of you.

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: two idiots in love, a little angst with a happy ending

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @allyjoe755​ for proofreading this!

This was a request by anon. Hope you like it!

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“Has he already asked you?” Your friend inquired.

You simply shook your head, attempting to hide your disappointment, but you knew you couldn't fool Cho; she knew you better than anyone else.

Truth is, you had been waiting for your best friend and long-time crush George Weasley to ask you to the Yule Ball, and you had even subtly hinted to him that you didn't have a date, but the ginger boy didn't seem to pick up on your signals.

Roger Davies was the first one who asked you to be his date, and even though he was a nice fellow Ravenclaw, you didn't want to rush in and say yes because you were hoping George would ask.

A few days later, Adrian Pucey approached you as you were leaving your potions class with Cho and Luna, both girls secretly squealing at the cute Slytherin. Despite the fact that Adrian was labeled as a nice guy, considering his house, you turned him down, again hoping for the ginger boy to ask you.

As the weeks passed and the ball got closer, you began to lose hope that George would ask you. You knew Fred was going with Angelina– you were there in the Great Hall when the older twin asked her– and you also knew Lee had asked Alicia Spinet. So what about George? Did he have a date that he didn't tell you about? Why hadn’t he asked you to go with him? It’s not like you expected him to ask you to be his girlfriend. You would even accept going with him as friends. You would take anything he would offer you. But, sadly, he was radio silent about the Yule Ball, and you weren't confident enough to ask him yourself, as Luna suggested, preferring to go alone rather than risk rejection.

And that’s how you ended up, sitting in a chair between Harry and Ron, who were both having an awful night as well, because neither of them were with the person they wanted to be with. You seemed to fit right in.

But your night was made even worse when your gaze was drawn to the redhead you'd grown to love as more than a friend, and your heart clenched inside your chest. You could feel your eyes welling up as he twirled Susan Bones and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her closer to his chest.

He had, of course, invited a Hufflepuff to the dance. A Gryffindor and a Hufflepuff made an excellent match. But a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw together? That sounded like a story from one of those Muggle fairy tales Hermione told you about. But you refused to cry, especially when you saw George approaching you, thankfully alone.

“Hey, snookums,” he greeted you, using the term of endearment he gave you when you were 11. You shared a compartment with him and Fred on your first ride to Hogwarts. It always warmed your heart that the pet name was exclusively yours, but now you wondered if he also used it with Susan.

You forced a smile.

“Hey, you.” You tried to sound as even as possible, not letting on that you were about to cry before he approached you. “You having fun?”

He just smiled and nodded before looking to the sides as if looking for someone, “Where’s your date?”

Susan appeared from behind him and linked her arm with his before you could even respond to his question. “Come on, Georgie. I love this song.” And he was dragged away from you.

“This is the worst night of my life,” Ron muttered.

And you had to agree.

You avoided George at all costs after that disastrous night; you couldn't just hang out and listen to him brag about how much fun he had with Susan, and a part of you resented him a little for it.

Stopping hanging out with George meant stopping hanging out with Fred and Lee as well, and there was nothing you could do about it, even if you felt bad about making them pay the consequences of George's stupidity. The twins were always joined by the hip with Lee at their side.

You had no idea if George had noticed your absence from his life, or if he even cared. What you knew was that he made no attempt to approach you.

But George had noticed it. How could he not? You used to spend most of your free time with him, either in the Gryffindor common room or in the library; he would always drop by when you were studying and sit there for hours just watching you, teasing you now and then, calling you a bookworm and a smartypants. Sometimes you even helped him and Fred with some pranks.

Now, when you saw him in the corridors, you turned the other way, avoiding him like the plague. It hurt him. It hurt him even more not knowing what he had done to upset you.

Because, how could he even fix it if he didn’t know what he did wrong?

So he sought advice from his brother and best friend.

“You’re joking, right?” Fred stated. He was aware that his brother could be stupid, but not that stupid.

But George's helpless expression revealed nothing but seriousness.  

“You screwed up, mate,” Lee chimed in.

His friend's response confused him even more. The Quidditch Commentator simply rolled his eyes at his pal's folly. “She fancies you.”

“What? No, she doesn’t.”

Were his friends pulling his leg? You couldn't possibly feel that way about him. It sounded too good to be true. For Godrick’s sake, you were a Ravenclaw! You were incredibly intelligent, witty, kind, and beautiful...

“You must be the only jerk who hasn't figured it out yet,” His twin's voice jolted him out of his reverie.

“She's upset because you brought another girl to the Ball,” Lee explained. “That's a git move on your part, if you ask me.”

“She also went with someone else!”

“No, she didn’t.” George regarded his brother as if he had grown a second head. “A couple of guys asked her but she turned them down.”

“Because she was expecting you to ask her.”

“Then why didn't she tell me?” George approached you at the Ball and inquired about your date, and you appeared to be in good spirits.

Fred sighed and rolled his eyes. “Do we have to explain everything to you? She was most likely embarrassed! She must think you don’t feel the same way.”

“But I do! I do like her… She’s — How could I not like her?”

“You haven’t been the best at showing it.”

George sulked deeper in the lovearm seat, a hand running through his dishevelled, fiery hair. “How am I gonna fix this?”

“Don’t worry, Georgie, that's what you have us for.”

The last thing you expected from your friends was to drag you out of bed at midnight and lead you all the way through the castle to the Quidditch pitch. You wondered how they got into the Ravenclaw common room and the girls' dormitories in the first place, but didn't bother asking them because you knew they weren't going to give you the answer you were looking for.

“I swear to Merlin, if Filch catches us, I'll hex you.”

Fred and Lee didn't seem phased by your threat, and once you arrived at your destination, they left you alone, ignoring your question about where they were going.

“You better not try to pull a prank on me!” You screeched to no one in particular; you were standing alone, but you knew your friends were hiding somewhere, waiting for whatever was about to happen.

A deafening bang reached your ears, followed by an impressive display of fireworks that made your jaw drop. The sight of them exploding in the night sky was unforgettable. As the colors and light spelled out ‘Do you want to be my girlfriend?’, it created a magical atmosphere.

You stared at the sky with wide-open eyes that you couldn’t shut. The display of colors and sparks in the sky didn’t seem to fade, so you guessed they were enchanted. You were so taken aback by what you were seeing that you didn't notice a lanky, tall ginger standing beside you until you heard him speak. “Do you like it?”

You turned to face him, a little startled. “George! You scared me!”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

When you didn't say anything, the silence between the two of you became uncomfortable, and George began to feel anxious. A wave of thoughts filled his mind, the majority of which were that his brother and Lee had duped him and that you didn't actually fancy him as he had been told, and you just didn't know how to turn him down. Despite this, the younger twin worked hard to push those thoughts away and regain his usual confidence.

“What’s all of this about, George?”

“What do you think this is about?” He pointed out at the sky, “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“What about Susan?”

“I don’t like Susan.”

“You took her to the ball.” You looked at the ground, feeling small and unable to hold his gaze.

“I know. It was a blunder on my part,” he apologized, “but I couldn't ask you and risk ruining our friendship. I didn’t know how you felt until Fred and Lee pointed it out to me, and I felt like a total git for hurting you.”

“You really like me?” You inquired, still unsure. George's words were everything you'd hoped to hear for years, but they were too good to be true.

“Love, I have been hooked on you since the first time I saw you.”

A small smile started breaking out on your face. “You are really a git.”

George reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek in one hand and resting the other on your waist.

“You didn’t have to do all of this, you know?” You said, referring to the fireworks show. “You could have asked me like a normal person.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” As he got closer, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest and butterflies in your stomach. “Besides, this is more my style. You should know that by now.”

George’s eyes stared into yours. His gaze exuded love and adoration. Then it happened. He closed the small gap that was keeping you apart. He kissed you. Your lips met like the north and south poles of a magnet. Kissing George was better than you could have imagined. You could feel the hollowness that had been left inside your body filled with passion. It felt like you were lost in a dream from which you didn't want to awaken. You held tightly onto him as if you were both merging into one.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” he mumbled against your lips as you parted to catch your breath.

“Wasn’t that a good answer?” Due to the proximity, your lips brushed his when you spoke. And you had to hold yourself from kissing him again, missing the warmth and softness of his lips.

“I’d prefer a verbal confirmation,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, but you gave him what he wanted.

“Yes.”

#george weasley #harry potter #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x you #george weasley fic #george weasley one shot #harry potter imagine #fred and george weasley #weasley twins

[nancy-reads]

am I the one you think about?

part 2!!

pairing: fred weasley x reader

summary: having your heart broken before love really blossomed hurts more than it should. but fred's flirty banter never quits. maybe your love story isn't quite over?

warnings: slightly angsty but with a happy ending

authors note: i am so sorry for how long this took! school got crazy and college applications are a nightmare. however, i hope you all had a good holiday season and enjoy this late christmas gift!

part one

CROSS-POSTED TO AO3

You refused to cry as you stomped back to your shop. Fred could do whatever he wanted. It wasn’t like the two of you were together or anything. He just flirted with you like crazy and you developed a massive crush on him. 

And of course, the girl Fred was kissing was gorgeous. You couldn’t get her face out of your mind. Clear, gorgeous dark skin and eyes, black hair in a braided ponytail that looked effortless, and a tall figure that looked like she was meant to be a model for Quidditch robes. 

You didn’t know how you even thought you could pull someone like him. Fred was gorgeous and strong and funny, and you were just…well, you. Not anything special. 

You swore as you stepped into a massive puddle near your shop. Tears were beginning to prick your eyes, but you blinked them away. You would not cry over a man you knew not even twenty-four hours. 

And it would be better if it didn’t work out, you thought. You were going to be very busy with your shop once it opened, and you wouldn’t have time for any sort of relationship. It would be an absolute logistical nightmare, and you had to focus on your business. 

You nodded to yourself as you stepped inside your shop, decorated with candles, fairy lights, and plants. This was where you belonged. This was the important thing, not some stupid boy you met once. 

*

MAGICAL HERBS AND HEALING GRAND OPENING!!!

You smiled to yourself as you lowered your wand and took in the exterior of your shop. Everything looked perfect. The plants were in place, the widow displays were shining, and best of all, the banner hung front and center, inviting anyone and everyone to come in. 

People were beginning to trickle into Diagon Alley for some early morning shopping, so you rushed inside your shop and flicked the sign from open to closed. You bounced on your heels as you did some final checks to make sure that everything was in place.

You had already checked about seven times, but there wasn’t any harm in one more, was there? 

Soon enough, you didn’t have time to check anything, too busy ringing up the barrage of customers who entered your store. The line was spread throughout the shop, and you couldn’t stop smiling as your products and potions flew off the shelves. 

Your dreams were coming true. Everything was running smoothly, the customers were marveling at the aesthetics of your shop, and you’d gotten many promises to come back.

But the day couldn’t stay perfect forever, and your eyes widened as a familiar face entered the shop. You couldn’t help but notice Fred’s handsome face and body, but you cursed yourself. You would not be thirsting for a taken man.

Attempting to look as busy as possible, you straightened the boxes behind you and fussed with the register. You could feel his stare on your back, and it took every ounce of your will not to turn.

He is a taken man. He has a girlfriend. 

And he is still staring at you.

After a generous amount of time, Fred cleared his throat. You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment, and finally began to turn around. As slowly as humanly possible. 

“That excited to see me, huh?”

You ignored him.

“And what are you looking for today sir?”

His eyes widened. “Sir? You haven’t forgotten my name already, have you?”

Taken man. Taken man. Taken man.

This was going to be an exercise in self-control.

“Just-” you paused. “Come on, Fred-”

“I knew you remembered-”

“This isn’t a great time-”

“Well then tell me when is,” Fred said. “I’d be glad to arrange a date.”

Why did he have to say these things?

“Are you really going to make me do this now?” you asked, anger coloring your tone. “It's opening day, and I’d really rather you not ruin it.”

“Ruin it?” he asked, dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”

“You know what? Fine,” you snapped. “Come here after closing. We can talk then. I have customers to help, and I’m sure you do too.”

Fred’s eyebrows were scrunched together, and his mouth pulled into a frown. “I-” he paused when he looked at your face, and a defeated expression appeared on his face. “Okay.”

You stared at him as he left, and a part of you wondered if you’d hallucinated the whole thing. He seemed so earnest, like he actually wanted to talk to you. Like you were important, not some other girl he wanted to have on the side. 

But you couldn’t think like that. He probably had some other ulterior motive.

You turned to the next customer in line. “Hi, how can I help you today?”

*

You had to give him credit, Fred was at your shop door at six pm sharp. You tried to ignore him for a while, but he eventually caught your eye as you wiped down the counters.

He gave you a big smile as you opened the door, and part of you wanted to melt. His smile was so bright and full of ardent hope. His freckles made him look younger, and it really added to the sweetness of his face. 

“So,” Fred began after a moment. “Why didn’t you come see the shop? It’s been weeks.”

You sighed. “Look, Fred. I just don’t think us talking like this is appropriate.”

He scrunched his brows. “Appropriate? Why not?” his eyes widened. “I haven’t been impolite, have I? I swear I’ve never meant to say anything weird, I just like to have a laugh-”

“No! Nothing like that,” you said. “I’m not interested in the kind of relationship you want.” There you said it. You would not be someone’s side piece or a good fuck. You wanted something real.

You should have known he was too good to be true as soon as you hit him with those boxes. 

“Oh,” Fred said, his face falling. “I’m so sorry that I assumed-” he paused, “I mean, yeah, sorry, you’re really busy so…yeah.” He forced a smile and stepped back. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I’ll see you.”

You ignored the disappointment in your chest as the bells rang, signifying Fred had left the shop.

*

The shop was still packed a few days later. You supposed word had spread about your low prices and fast wait times because potions were flying off the shelves. You’d begun to think about hiring someone else to help check people out while you brewed in the back. 

Plus, people seemed to like the idea of a small A&E in the back, and you’d definitely need more help with that. 

You’d just finished restocking some salves when he walked in. His brown eyes sparkled when they met yours, and that easy, earnest smile was back on his face. There was no hesitation or the anxiety you’d seen the other day. He was acting like nothing had happened. 

You hesitatingly smiled when he reached the counter, but your jaw dropped when you noticed the bruise that had formed around his eye. 

“Holy shit, Fred!” without thinking, you reached to touch his black eye. “What happened?”

He scoffed. “This is nothing. We just had a slight malfunction with one of our new products.”

“This doesn’t look very slight.”

“I’m fine. But,” he smirked. “I do appreciate your concern.”

“It’s professional concern,” you muttered as you searched for the anti-bruise cream behind the counter. “You’re not special.”

Fred’s jaw dropped dramatically. “You hurt me, dear lady.”

You snorted. “I think you can take it.”

Fred’s hand brushed yours as you handed him the cream and the anti-swelling potion. Your cheeks flushed, and he gave you a sweet smile as he left the shop. 

You could feel yourself smiling throughout the rest of the day, and you cursed yourself every time.

 He isn’t actually interested. He’s just a flirt. 

*

The next time Fred came in was a week later, and this time he had a cut branching up his arm. Thankfully, it was nearly closing time and most of your customers had trickled out by then. 

“What is this?” you fretted, grabbing his arm. “You hurt yourself again?”

“It was just a small incident with one of the pygmy puffs,” he chuckled. “They don’t like being told what to do.”

“Probably because they’re your orders,” you joked. “They can probably sense the stupidity from a mile away.”

“Hey!” he mock-yelled. “They don’t listen to George either.”

“My point still stands,” you said, tapping the cut with your wand. You held back a shiver as your thumb brushed his strong bicep. Was it just you, or did he have goosebumps?

“You don’t even know George.”

“He’s your brother, so if he’s anything like you, I’d be worried about his intelligence.”

Fred pouted. “They don’t listen to Angelina either, and she’s got a good head on her shoulders, so I think they just don’t listen to anyone.”

You paused your cleaning of his cut for a moment and tried to make your face as neutral as possible. “Who’s Angelina?” Could she be the girl he was kissing?

“Oh she’s George’s girlfriend,” he said, oblivious. You breathed a silent sigh of relief. “I don’t know how they’re still together, honestly she could do so much better, but she likes him, I suppose.”

You hummed, finally letting go of his arm to grab a potion. The cut was just barely a scratch now, but you wanted to make sure it didn’t get infected.

“Make sure you drink this, Fred, tonight and tomorrow morning. It’ll wash out any weird pygmy puff or whatever you call it infection from your body.”

“Yes ma’am!” he saluted and headed for the door. You couldn’t help but watch him make his way back from his shop, a spring in his step and a smile on his gorgeous face.

*

It kept happening. Fred came in with food poisoning, many more bruises, and even boils at one point. They were apparently from his inventions and experiments, but you were starting to get worried. Who gets injured this much?

The last straw was when he walked in with an injured leg. Your A&E hadn’t been opened yet, but you had hired a retired healer to run the counter so you could run in and out on occasion.

You were in the back, mixing a new potion when there was a loud commotion at the entrance. You had a sneaking suspicion of who it was but continued to stir the liquid until Martha poked her head into your office. 

“It’s your boy,” she said. “And I think you’ll want to see this.”

That got you out of your seat immediately. Most of the time Fred’s injuries honestly seemed more like excuses to come see you, for what reason you didn’t know, but Martha’s tone made it seem much more serious.

“What’s wro-” fear shot through you as you saw the pain on Fred’s face, and the fact that he was leaning on….a direct copy of himself?

You weren’t sure whether to be more worried or confused. Had Fred somehow invented a cloning machine? 

As you looked closer, you realized that they weren’t completely alike. The person next to Fred’s face was more rounded, and his nose was slightly bigger. His face was a bit uneven, and there was something off with his ear, but you couldn’t tell from far away. 

Suddenly, it all clicked. 

“You must be George!” you exclaimed. “Fred, you never told me that you had an identical twin!”

“Pleased to finally meet you,” George said, turning to Fred. “I can’t believe you never mentioned we were twins!” He glanced at you, mischief in his eyes. “It’s like you don’t care about me or something.”

“Shut up, George,” Fred said, turning your attention back to him. “I’m sorry to bother you again, darling-” your heart jumped, “-but I’m in quite a bit of pain and I was wondering if you could fix me up again?”

He is just a flirt. He is just a flirt. He is just a flirt. 

“Yes, of course,” you scooped Fred’s other arm over your neck and helped George carry him into the patient room. “Martha! Can you hold down the fort for a bit?”

You didn’t wait to hear her affirmative before slowly and carefully lowering Fred down onto the patient bed. His face was contorted in pain, and you couldn’t help yourself from squeezing his shoulder in support once he was safely in bed. 

“Drink this,” you said as you passed him a cup full of silver liquid. “It’ll make the pain go away for a bit.” Fred gulped it down, and a goofy smile filled his face when he finished. 

“You’re so pretty,” he said lazily.

You could feel heat creeping up your face, but you ignored him.

“Sleep well.”

You cleared your throat and turned to George. 

“Judging from the dirt and the Quidditch robes, I assume he fell off his broom?”

George nodded. “Yeah. He got distracted and a Bludger came flying toward him and…” he made a violent gesture, “Crash!”

You nodded. “Did he fall unconscious at any point, or hit his head?”

“He was a bit confused at first,” George said, hesitating. “He kept asking to come here though. My girlfriend kept trying to convince him to go to St. Mungos, but he wasn’t having it.” George smiled. “Are you two together? Because he kept asking specifically for you.”

Call the fire department, because your face was scorching. “I-” you stammered. “I thought he had a girlfriend or something?”

George snorted. “Fred? A girlfriend? He hasn’t dated anyone in a long time. I was honestly starting to wonder if he was gay and just afraid to tell me or something.”

“Really?” Your mind was spinning. Had you actually just hallucinated seeing Fred kiss someone outside of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes? “I thought saw him kiss a girl outside your shop a few months ago.” You sighed for a moment. “They looked really happy, so I didn’t want to intervene or anything.”

“That would be news to me,” he paused for a moment, lost in thought. “Wait, what did she look like?”

There was an insistent knock on the door. 

“Sorry, we’re busy right now!” you called. “Ask the counter if you need anything.”

The door burst open, and your jaw dropped when the women came crashing in. She was much less put together than the last time you’d seen her, her hair flying everywhere and her cheeks flushed. But she had the same dark skin and hair, and the same commanding appearance that made you see why Fred liked her. 

“I’m sorry,” you said politely. “But I’m currently busy with a patient. Please wait outside or go to St. Mungos if you-”

“She's fine,” George interrupted. “This is Angelina, my girlfriend.”

Suddenly, it all clicked into place. It wasn’t Fred you’d seen kissing a girl, it was George. Who was kissing his girlfriend. Like a normal person. 

You were completely and utterly stupid. 

“Angelina, this is that girl that Fred won’t shut up about.”

“Oh excellent!” She strolled over to you and stared at you seriously. “Please go out with him. Just to put him out of his misery. All I hear about anymore is him whining that some beautiful girl from the shops won’t date him and I need it to stop,” Her eyes were wide and solemn. “Please.”

George snorted. “Way to expose Freddie there.”

Angelina grinned back at him. “I think he needs it.”

“Well,” you clasped your hands, ignoring the redness in your cheeks. “I’m just going to do a quick skull exam just in case he hit his head, and then I’ll set his leg and let him rest.”

You couldn’t believe you’d messed it up this bad. Of course, you’d just seen Fred’s identical twin kissing his girlfriend. How hadn’t you thought of it before?

You quickly began your work, murmuring spells to yourself as you ensured everything was fine. You winced at the loud crack that sounded when Fred’s leg was set, but a final “Episkey,” finally healed the break.

You turned to face George and Angelina, who were watching with rapt attention. “Fred needs to sleep for an hour or two, just to make sure he doesn’t feel all the pain right away. I’d prefer to keep him here, just to make sure he stays asleep and pain-free, and I’ll also be able to check him over again once he wakes,” you said. “But I’ll do whatever you guys want.”

Angelina elbowed George before he could speak. “I think Fred will be perfectly content with staying here for a few hours.”

“Yup,” George said. “He’ll be fine.”

*

You’d been running in to check on Fred for what probably was close to every 5 minutes for the past hour and a half. Martha had given you multiple suspicious nods and knowing looks every time you stepped out of the back room, and she winked at you as she left at the end of her shift.

The store was closed and empty after another long and busy day, and the urge to go check on Fred was already pulling at you. 

Just in case.

It seemed your intuition had been correct, as he began to stir the moment you opened the door. His nose twitched adorably, and there was a small smile on his face as his eyes opened, the sleep still present in his stare.

Without thinking, you stroked his hair, but Fred didn’t seem to mind. He actually leaned into your touch, the smile on his face growing. It was all so domestic, and you couldn’t stop your own smile from spreading across your face. 

“Your smile is so pretty,” Fred mumbled. “You should do that more.”

Warmth filled your face. “I like yours too,” you sat on the edge of his bed. “Does anything still hurt?”

“Not when I’m looking at someone as beautiful as you.”

“You are shameless!” you giggled, smacking him on the side.

“Are you slapping a patient?” Fred teased. “I’m gonna have to report you to the Ministry.”

“You’re making me wonder if you have brain damage that I missed somewhere.” You said as you helped Fred sit up on the side of the bed. “Let me check again.”

Fred, much to your surprise, passed all of his exams with flying colors.

“First time that’s happened,” he joked. 

“I guess that means you’re sane enough for me to do this.”

You leaned in and brought your lips against his. Fred gasped into your mouth and responded eagerly, his hand rising to cup your face and bring you closer. His mouth was soft and gentle, and you almost wanted to cry with how sweet he was. One of your arms wrapped around his neck, while your other hand grabbed his bicep.

Fred leaned back for a moment, chuckling. “I guess you’re finally free to touch my arms now.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Don’t pretend that you haven’t been thirsting over my arms the entire time we’ve known each other.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He laughed again as he leaned back in, taking control of the kiss this time. He was more passionate now, and you let out a gasp as his tongue brushed against yours. Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before, and you had to break the kiss because you couldn’t stop smiling.

After you leaned back, Fred just stared at you for a moment, a soft smile on his face. Sure, he was already handsome, but that smile made him look ten times better, and even younger than before. His freckles made his smile boyish, and there was childlike joy in his face as he looked at you. 

“What made you change your mind?” Fred asked after a moment, his brows furrowing. “I thought you didn’t want a relationship.”

“So here’s the thing,” you laughed nervously. “I thought you didn’t want a relationship.”

Fred’s eyes widened. “I think you’re the one who needs to get your brain checked, love. Because I think I was being pretty obvious.”

“Hey! You’re supposed to be nice to me now.” You poked his chest. “But remember when I told you I’d come over to see your shop the day after we met?”

“Vividly.”

“Yeah, so I ended up seeing George and Angelina kissing in front of the door to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and since someone,” you stared at him pointedly, “didn’t tell me he had an identical twin, I assumed it was you.”

Fred was silent for a moment. “I have been coming to your shop nonstop for months, and you still thought I had a girlfriend the whole time?”

“Well now it seems stupid-”

He kissed you lightly before you could finish. “You can never make fun of me for being clueless again.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find a way to upstage me.”

Fred wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You couldn’t stop the stupid smile that was on your face, and you were sure Fred had a similar one right next to you. He squeezed your shoulder, and you leaned your head against him. Warmth enveloped you, and you’d never been so comfortable before.

“Don’t worry, love,” Fred said. “You’re the only one I think about.”

*

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[theemptyspacehelmet]

Attention-Seeker

Pairing: Fred Weasley x female reader

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), unprotected sex (cuz fiction), tit sucking, oral (female receiving), handjob, light dirty talk, Fred is kinda a brat

Summary: Fred Weasley is tired of his girlfriend not giving him enough attention. 

A/n: No stealing. Like it? Reblog. Make any requests if you want, not sure if I can get to them any time in the near future though. 

Finals were in two weeks and you couldn’t afford to waste a single moment. Every minute you had outside of class was being spent holed up in either the library or your dorm cramming and trying to figure out what the fuck was the difference between a fairy and a pixie. 

All you could care about was studying; it didn’t matter if other aspects of your life had to be put on the backburner until then, even if it meant ignoring Fred Weasley as he snuggled his face into your stomach as he laid on the bed shirtless. 

You weren’t even sure at what point he came in, or even how he managed to sneak up into the girls’ dormitories in the first place. Fred always somehow got past the enchantments that prevented boys from climbing up the stairs; you never questioned it since first off, he’s Fred Weasley, there were very little things he can’t pull off, and also you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer. He had found you sitting on your bed cross-legged, parchments scurried all around as you studied intensely. You were so focused that you hardly even regarded him as he walked over and made himself at home on your comforter. 

Fred had tried to grab your attention by striking up conversation, only receiving mere grunts and “hm?” in response. Unfazed, he went on to mindlessly play with your hair as you continued to look over your notes. Running his fingers through your hair, the way he knew got you tingly each time you two got intimate, he casually pushed it to the side in order to place soft ticklish kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. 

“Not now,” you muttered, shrugging him off just as he lightly bit your earlobe. “I need to finish this.”

He huffed, and, like the brat he was, adjusted himself in order to lay his head down on your crossed lap; he looked up at you expectedly, amber eyes glittering. 

“I don’t have time for this,” you sighed, not setting down your papers but also not pushing him off. “Just go hang out with George or something.”

But go he did not. Fred was unbelievably horny. Ever since exam season arrived, you’ve hardly given your own boyfriend the time of day. Your bedtime activities have hit a sudden hiatus, and Fred wasn’t the type to go cold turkey. He wasn’t leaving this room until he at least got something out of you. 

His head remained firmly in your lap and you just decided to leave him be. Time passed and you two remained in that position as Fred continued to try and focus your attention on himself. 

He wrapped his arms around your torso, creeping his hands up your shirt in order to fiddle with your bra strap. There was no resistance from you as he unclasped it and pulled it out and began playing with your bare breasts, shirt still on. You bit your lip lightly as he continued to flick you nipples but determinedly focused on your homework. A task that became considerably harder when Fred decided to pull your shirt over his head in order to start sucking on your tits, tongue flicking playfully. You let out a small squeak, and gave him a light-hearted slap on the arm.

“Later!”

All you received in return was a frustrated grunt, but he complied and took his head out. Instead, Fred sat up and pulled his own shirt off, leaving his upper-body completely bare. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, knowing this was his way to try and distract you. 

You had always loved looking at Fred’s body. Obviously he was very fit, being the Beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team after all, but it wasn’t in an obnoxious muscular way. It was more subtle, in a way where you only realized how toned he was when your were tracing along his arms, admiring the blanket of freckles that decorated his shoulders. But now wasn’t the time for that. 

Casually, he rested his head back on your lap, burying his face into your stomach, snuggling. This much intimacy was fine, you’d allow it. But of course it wasn’t enough for Fred. 

It was long before he hands were already exploring your body once more, particularly at the end of your skirt, his fingers inching up your led and tracing your stocking. Eventually he pulled them off— placing a trail of light kisses on your inner thigh, making your breath hitch. 

At last, you decided to indulge him just slightly. You though providing him with a little pleasure might let him back off on his advances and finally give yourself room to think. Not even looking up from your notes, you reached down to his trousers and began to palm his cock through the fabric. Fred let out a low groan, lifting himself off your thigh. 

His body began to jerk, long limbs stretching across the mattress and hips rutting in the direction of your hand in order to increase the friction. Panting, he cried out your name. 

“More...”

“Don’t be greedy,” you said, rustling through your notes. He let out a small whine and shifted, lifting up your leg so he could have a view of your clothed cunt. 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he urged, leaning in to leave a firm kiss directly on your clit, still covered under your panties. You just barely held back your moan. “It’ll make for a good stress-reliever...”

He continued this action until he could feel your grip on his cock begin to weaken as you started to submit into the urge. Hearing the papers finally slip out your fingers and scatter to the floor, he silently celebrated and eagerly tugged off your panties. 

“Oh, sweetie, how much have you been holding back until now?” he cooed as he admired the view. You were much better at hiding your pleasure than it appeared; your cunt was already dripping and pulsing for satisfaction. Not wanting to waste a single moment, Fred dived in.

You let out a gasp as he ate you out like a dog lapping out of its bowl, leaning back to place your back completely on the bed. His tongue circled your clit just before he began to suck to area, causing you to cry out his name in ecstasy. 

“F-fred!” you whimpered, feeling unbelievably turned-on. “I-I–”

“Shh, just let this happen,” he said, head still in between your thighs. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back.” 

So you simply let out another moan and gripped the sheets as he continued on his work. His tongue swirled inside you and you were just about to reach your peak, a knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter when suddenly he stopped. 

Coming up for air, Fred lifted his heads and locked eyes with you. He started to unbuckle his pants.

“Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits bounce as I fuck you dumb. Let all that studying go to waste.”

You listened, swiftly unbuttoning your top as he pulled off his he rest of his clothes. His cock was already hard, and dripping with precum. He helped you out of your skirt before positioning himself to your entrance, hands firmly on your waist. 

He pushed himself inside, arising a sharp intake of breath from the both of you. Soon enough, he was thrusting. 

You two had been together long enough that it wasn’t wrong until you fell into the right rhythm. Fred’s hips snapped to yours forcefully and you moved your waist to his thrust in order to get his cock deeper inside of you. You couldn’t stop your whines and moans as his pace started to get rougher.

 “Yeah? You like that? I can feel yourself getting tighter around m’cock,” Fred grunted, gripping your waist even tighter. He then used one of his hands in order to thumb your clit, increasing the volumes your pleasure to a new level. “Tell me how you feel.”

“Good. I f-feel good,” you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist. “S-so good, Freddy.”

“You better remember this the next time you try to ignore me then,” he growled, leaning over to bite your lightly on the shoulder. “Forget exams. I’m the one you should focus on. OWLs could never make you feel as good as I do.”

“No. Only you,” you breathe, grasping Fred by the neck as he began to leave a trail of marks along your collarbone. He was numbing the rest of your senses. At that moment, he was the only one who existed in the universe. “I only want you right now.” 

You could feel him smirk against your skin. Stars were appearing in your eyes and you reached out to kiss him. You could taste yourself in his mouth as your tongues tangled together. 

It wasn’t long until you could once again feel the familiar tug in your stomach. The burning pit in your belly. You were just about to be sent over the edge. 

“Fred, I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m about to cum, I—” you groan and he continued to thrust into you. 

“Cum with me doll.”

In a couple more harsh snaps, you were both groaning, drowning in the pleasures of your orgasms and burning in your bliss. 

Fred pulled himself out, causing you to sharply inhale, and he fell down at your side, breathing heavily. You leaned over and placed a kiss on his temple. Just as you were pulling away, he caught a quick kiss on the lips, which you happily leaned into.

“Happy now?” He nodded giddily, wrapping his arms around your waist. You smirk and sit up, releasing yourself from his grasp. “Then could you please let me study now?”

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fic #harry potter oneshot #harry potter smut

[moriartyluver]

May I request William as a father hcs? Preferably to a quiet prodigy son as the oldest and a spoiled rotten sassy daughter as the youngest🤭 (also Albert and Louis as uncles to them if that’s not too much💕)

A/N: I wasn’t sure if this was a platonic character x child! Reader request so I just decided on making it a William x reader and they have two children too. Thank you for your request btw! I love father! Liam smmm

(Also in terms of the timeline, I’m thinking the first son would be born before liam “died” and then the daughter would be born when he returned.)

Characters: William James Moriarty x fem!Reader

Format: headcannons

Genre: fluff

Prompt: William as a father of a quiet son and a spoilt but cute daughter headcannons

Warnings: Reader is female, reader is William’s wife, reader takes William’s last name, reader has a similar personality to William but can be a bit spoiled and competitive (mostly when she was younger though. She’s not implied to be unkind dw), Reader is a prodigy in a more literary and philosophical sense , mentions of childbirth & children, cursing, some nsfw themes. THE TIMELINE ISNT ACCURATE

When (sons name) was born, both you and William were ecstatic. You both weren’t planning on having any children but when you both found out that you were pregnant, you had no objections to keeping the child.

He was such a peaceful child even as a baby. You could tell he took after his father a lot but in terms of looks, he looked like a genderbent you but with scarlet eyes just like his father’s.

I think William would be a pretty gentle parent but also quite disciplined. He loves you and his children more than anything in the world and he tried his best to show it despite being quite busy and (unintentionally) emotionally distant. He wants his children to grow up in a loving environment that he never had but will be strict if it’s for the sake of their safety.

Everyone in Team Moriarty adored your son. Jack would often comment on how similar he was to William when he was a child, sometimes calling him “little will” just like he did for your husband except it would be his own nickname instead of ‘Will’

Moran would also play card games with the young boy, (even though he was barely tall enough to look him in the eye as he knelt down) and would usually lose. James would often tease him for his inability to win against a toddler.

James really liked playing dress up with him, even though (sons name) would usually get all pouty when James tried to put make up on him but he was happy when your daughter came along, as she was a lot more fond of dress up games (but I’ll get onto that later)

Your son probably got along best with Fred due to their shared quiet nature. He had taken a special interest in the flowers in the garden and would often go and talk to Fred about how he would grow them and their different meanings.

It didn’t take either you or William long to realise that your son was a prodigy (who had especially taken a liking to the sciences) just like you two. Instead of playing outside or socialising with other children his age, he would stay in the library or William’s office while he worked silently and read whatever he could get his hands on, whether it be a fairy tale (which he had gotten tired of by the time he turned 3) or a book on philosophical concepts that he found on your desk

William once caught his son trying to mark his own papers and he didn’t even do anything incorrectly either.

“(Son’s name)? What have I said about being in my office while I’m not there?..wait are you-?”

“I’m marking your papers for you, father.” (He spoke very politely and had a wide vocabulary despite his young age) he held up his red crayon to show him “I noticed you didn’t have much of one to spend with Mother recently so I wanted to give you some free time to enjoy yourselves so I can have a little brother or sister .”

William blinked and got a bit flustered at the comment about his son wanting a younger sibling but was more focused on the fact that his 3 year old was marking advanced mathematics papers. He picked up one of the papers and looked through all the corrections. “Not a single mistake..”

“Of course there are. He got only 69% on the test after all,” his son said, thinking he was referring to the paper “You really should be checking on some of your students..now may you please go make a little sister, or brother but preferably sister, with mother?”

It was only natural that you’d have an incredibly intelligent son with a quiet personality, he took after both of you. His parents were some of the smartest people of the century ,after all.

Once the two of you noticed his abnormal intelligence that seemed to be even grander than either of yours, you both decided to give him more resources to aid his brain development. He would tend to understand material fairly easily and often got bored of the childrens textbooks you would give him.

If Sherlock ever met your son, probably post time skip, he would constantly point out how intelligent he was and although your son would find his attitude occasionally ridiculous, he would soon become very close to him, even referring to him as ‘uncle sherly’ which annoyed Louis a little. They’d do science experiments together and Sherlock would take him under his wing, teaching him everything he would ever want to know.

Your son was only a about 4 years old when his younger sister was born, who you originally thought would have to be raised by only her mother, and he was quite happy about her, despite asking for confirmation on his theory of how babies were made whenever he saw his baby sister.

“Mother, did you and father have s-“

“(Sons name)! Who taught you that?!”

“…the biology textbook..also Mr Moran might have had some involvement in my extended knowledge..”

Safe to say that Moran wasn’t allowed to babysit again.

As for your youngest daughter…she could certainly be a handful..

She had taken after her father quite a bit, but with slightly younger and more feminine features. She had your eyes though which complimented her pretty blonde hair. Even as a baby, she was incredibly beautiful and people would often tell you that whenever they met her.

She grew up a lot more spoilt than her older brother. Not because either of you favoured her more, but it was mostly because (daughter’s name) required a lot more attention than her brother who was alright with peace and quiet to read his science books in.

James would often dress the little girl up in pretty clothes that he would insist on buying her, Moran was very fond of her too, Fred would give her flowers to put in her bedroom, Jack would offer to a babysit and would treat her like his own granddaughter.

Sherlock would sometimes compare her to James’ previous us identity as Irene Adler due to her cunning behaviour (she was very good at getting whatever she wanted) honestly he was kinda scared of her, but would hope that she would grow into a girl like yourself some day.

She was on a similar intelligence level to her brother but could get jealous at his achievements if she felt insecure. Sometimes she felt as though she didn’t fit in as much with the rest of her family but both you and William would remind her that it was okay to be different and she gave personality to what would otherwise be a quiet and slightly boring family.

(Daughters name) grew up to be quite competitive with her brother and other people she knew. She had a fairly sarcastic and spoilt personality, a lot more extroverted than you, your son or William. At parties, she would be well liked and she made friends a lot easier than her brother would. Although she could come off as rude, she was very kind at heart and you and the rest of your family all knew that.

William also had the tendency to shower her in affection and spoil her with gifts, but he made sure to raise her in a way that she wouldn’t forget her own privilege and treat those less fortunate than her as inferior, which she surprisingly had no issues in understanding and would often stand up for those of the lower class.

Bonus headcannons for Louis and Albert as uncles

Albert would be like the rich wine aunt trope. As your children grew up, he would spoil both of them with expensive gifts, for your daughter it would be dresses, make up, dolls and other things she liked whereas your son would receive microscopes and up to date science equipment.

With your children, he would tell them stories of William in his youth and if he had known you for long, he would do the same for you.

If your children ever asked about how the two of you met, trust Albert to give them a long ass romance story about your relationship from the start, when the two of you met, to present day where you were both just as in love as ever.

I feel like he’d get along with both children equally as well. With your daughter, he could be a bit more fun and a slight gossip about which nobles were doing what. As I said earlier, he’d shower both children with gifts but especially your daughter who could be very materialistic sometimes. He’d try to keep her in check though, as he didn’t want her to turn out like his younger biological brother.

With your son, he would be more of a listener to what he had to say. An easy way to make the quiet kid to come out of his shell was to mention anything about a subject that he would be hyper-fixating on and boom 💥 he’s blabbering on about it for at least an hour while all Albert has to do is sit and listen while he drinks his wine. His knowledge astounded him more than William’s did when he was his age, which was very difficult indeed. While you were a literary and philosophical prodigy, and William was a maths prodigy, your son had more knowledge than most scientists of the era.

Your children both really liked uncle Albert, especially when they grew into teenagers. Your daughter would always smile with glee whenever she got presents from him and your son would often come home and ask his father for confirmation on the stories his uncle had told him. They’re only issue with staying with him was that he was a terrible cook and everything he made would either be burnt or undercooked, no in between.

Louis as an uncle would be a lot more serious than any other adults that the siblings would interact with. He was very loving too but would show it in other ways.

Your daughter was a fairly picky eater, and sometimes you would worry for her because of it. Louis was surprisingly tolerant of this though and would ask her for her favourite dishes so he could cook them for her alongside the meals she didn’t tend to like as much, which she was incredibly grateful for.

Louis really liked your son too, mainly because of how nostalgic he made him feel. The quiet boy would remind him of William when he was a child. The same looks of excitement when they found new pieces of information, the protective nature over their younger siblings, their intelligent personalities. They were almost carbon copies of each other.

Louis was very protective of the kids. If Sherlock ever came home after a day of teaching (sons name) science experiments and how it could tie into detective work, Louis would frown and drag the boy away as he said goodbye to uncle sherly, then clean him up and ask him if Sherlock had been reckless with him, which your son would deny.

If your daughter was ever criticised for her big ego or given subtle remarks about her looks, it is on sight!!! Louis would not hesitate to get into a fist fight for the sake of his niece and nephew.

If you ever needed someone to babysit, Louis is the best option. He would be able to take care of your kids better than you and William could take care of them.

He also noticed that your son took after William in terms of his strange eating habits but he didn’t mind. Oh he want tomato shortcake with chocolate and sausage icing? Why the fuck not? He’ll make it in seconds. William wouldn’t have a problem with it and would just remain 😊 while you would try not to throw up at the sight.

Overall, both of the uncles absolutely adore their niece and nephew and protect them with their lives. Nobody would ever even look at the kids funny and remain in one piece afterwards.

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp william #sherlock holmes #mtp louis #louis james moriarty #louis moriarty x reader #Louis moriarty #albert moriarty x reader #mtp albert #albert james moriarty #albert moriarty #Albert moriarty reader

[discodreaming]

HELLO! i've now opened my inbox for my followers/mutuals to talk to their favorite character!

you can send in random sentences, inbox prompts that you see on my blog or even confess your love!

please be sure to be respectful and kind to not only me but the muses.

this will be very much like roleplaying. to continue communication you can send in more inboxes or you can even link the inbox to a conversation to communicate with your beau/family/friend!

please do not request any minors/anthropomorphic in romantic or sexual ways, I'm begging you. i will only reply to the platonic/familial ones.

you may talk to at least 2 muses at once in one message, all to prevent being overwhelmed. this may change once i get comfortable enough to handle more.

all romantic and nsft inboxes or starters towards muses will require slow burn

all ships are multishipped but can be single shipped if you guys can build up their romance meter!

this will only be reader x character, oc x character i will put on either another blog or a different post.

* note: i will accept 5 oc x character in this post for the time being: 1/5

however for certain events i can bend these rules for you to get a romantic scene with your crushes!

or even just hanging out with your friends!

characters i will write for right now:

note: this list will change every now and then as i advance further into the shows or a character is requested more!

if you don't see a character you like here and would like to see me try my hand at playing them, don't be shy to tell me!

bold = characters I've played before

one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

up to debate: please ask !

rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot

psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando

debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report

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[celestial-grls]

Paper Purposes / Robin Buckley x Reader 

Summary: You’re the managing editor of the school newspaper. Robin joins as a fill-in photographer for the newspaper. As a result, there are a lot of bad jokes, a newfound fear of darkrooms, the possibility of some fairy photography, and cheesy fries. [6.0k]

Warnings: School newspaper editor!reader, photographer!Robin, a slow burn from strangers to acquaintances to friends to lovers (eventually? Maybe in the future?), r and robin are both a little shy but show it in different ways, fluff, mutual pining, etc. Also a tiny bit is written in Robin’s POV

A/N: I hope you guys like this! I also turned on anons now, so feel free to send me any requests, your thoughts etc. There’s a 'That 70s Show' reference in here, PLEASE let me know if you catch it 

Nancy Wheeler runs the Hawkins High school newspaper with an iron fist. Some of the sophomores who she assigns to write puff pieces call her ‘Queen Stalin’ when she isn’t around to hear them. The school paper only gets one room in the entire school to do all of the typing, printing, arranging of the spread, and holding meetings. You’ve known Nancy since last summer when you met at an internship for The Hawkins Post. You two quickly became friends over the ancient Mr. Coffee machine and sweated in your only pair of stockings while doing sandwich runs together. Once she had a lead for the Mrs. Driscoll story, she needed someone to cover for her to lessen any suspicion. The rest is history. 

It’s the first of the month, so everyone waits for her to delegate assignments for the next issue. They’re all sitting at the long table with Nancy at the head, you in the seat next to her. She starts, “Okay. We have a big month ahead and a lot to cover. Y/N, you’ll cover the student council elections and the upcoming pep rally.” She looks down at her notebook and lists off who’s covering what. You start writing the dates of your assigned topics when the door opens and someone shoves through. 

“...Hi. Sorry,” Robin Buckley apologetically moves through and searches for somewhere to sit. 

“It’s fine, Robin. Just going through this month’s assignments.” Nancy’s a little ruffled but after Robin finds a seat she picks up where she left off. You know Robin. Well, ‘know’ is generous. You’re aware she’s in your grade and in band and that somehow she and Nancy know each other, but she’s never been a part of the paper. She’s doing her best to quietly take out something to write with, but it’s pointless because Nancy hasn’t assigned her anything yet.

“Alright, that leaves the cover story for me and…uh Robin, just stay for a minute with me and Y/N. That’s it for today’s meeting.” There’s the sound of papers shuffling, backpacks being picked up, and some sophomores huffing about their assignments until the room is cleared. You look at Robin and wonder what she’s doing here if Nancy hasn’t assigned her anything to write. 

“Any updates on Fred?” You ask Nancy. He hasn’t been able to pick up anything heavier than a fork after breaking his arm photographing a football game. It’s safe to say he will no longer cover the sports section. 

“Um, he’ll be gone for a little while,” Nancy sighs, “But the doctors say once the bone is set he’ll be back in about a month.” 

“Yikes,” Robin grimaces. 

“Yeah. Yikes,” Nancy looks between you and Robin, “Robin’s filling in for Fred until then. I don’t have as much time as I wish I did to introduce her to everything so she’ll be with you while you write.” 

“As my writing partner?” You ask for clarification, looking at Robin and examining her face for any displeasure with being paired with you. She’s biting the inside of her cheek and tugging on her jacket sleeve. Maybe she’s nervous, but hopefully not upset about being paired with you.  

“As a photographer. You’re the only other person with access to the darkroom and I’m swamped with college apps…” Nancy glances at her watch “Speaking of which, I have to take Mike home and start on my Emerson application but I’ll check in with you guys in a week.” That leaves just you and Robin. The room feels so much bigger without anyone in there, and you get to really look at Robin. She’s tall, taller than most of the girls in your grade. She’s also un-permed and un-hairsprayed, with dark blonde hair that comes to her chin. Even if she did make more of an effort to look like the other girls, it would fail. She sticks out a little regardless. When she clears her throat, it snaps you out of your assessment of her. 

“So…I-I’m not sure how this works. I was sort of expecting a very detailed instruction manual written by Nancy herself,” She quickly realizes it might’ve come off like she didn’t want to work with you so she backtracks, “Not that I’m upset or, um annoyed or anything. With working with you, I mean. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—” 

There’s this look on her face like she can’t get enough air in her lungs and you know she didn’t mean anything by it so you stop her before she talks herself into a deeper hole, “Robin, it’s okay. I know what you meant.” She still doesn’t look convinced. “Nancy actually made sure I wrote the instruction manual on my arm so you could read off of it. We’re trying to use less paper.” Maybe if I tell a joke she’ll be able to take a full breath. Even if it isn’t a funny one. 

Something loosens in her face, a tiny deflating in her shoulders. She even breathes out a laugh. “Even the best journalists have to cut costs somehow.” She actually replied to your joke with her own, a small victory. You rip a piece of paper from your notebook and write ‘Room 122. Wear sneakers’ and hand it to her. “That’s the darkroom number. The camera’ll be in there and anything else we might need…” 

She takes it from you. Your fingertips brush hers for half a second, hardly noticeable if you weren't so hyperaware of everything right now. “Wear sneakers?” She questions. 

“We’ll be doing a lot of walking.” You answer. “We can get started tomorrow after school. If that’s fine with you, of course.” 

“Uh, yeah,” She bites the inside of her cheek again, “I’ll see you then.” 

-

Robin's POV

The uncertainty doesn’t even let her bike all the way home before it creeps in. Did I have to do the paper? Should I have just joined chess club? The questions bounce around her brain like a broken pinball machine. God, what if I break my arm taking pictures like Fred did? Or worse, take photos and not realize my thumb was taking up half the frame? It’s junior year and may be too late for trying anything new. But the fast-approaching future of life outside of Hawkins is demanding and if she had something other than three years of marching band and one summer job scooping ice cream under her belt, she’d feel better about her college applications. Except that the thought of spending the next month on the school paper (which she knew next to nothing about), seems to be having the opposite effect. Even when she flops down on her bed, face buried as far into the pillow as she can get, that feeling she got in the newsroom comes back. Like she can’t get enough air into her lungs. She’s trying to distract herself from the feeling that she’s in over her head. She thinks back to the joke you made earlier ‘We’re trying to use less paper.’ Robin did know you. Well, ‘know’ would be generous. She knew you were in the same grade, that you’ve always written for the school paper, and that you know Nancy from the summer internship you both did. But she’s only spent five minutes alone with you. There’s a whole month left before anything goes to print. From what she can tell, there’s an obvious reason why you’re Nancy’s second in command. Where Nancy is detail-oriented and hands-on, you seem more laissez-faire in your approach. Where Nancy is more focused to the point of tunnel vision, you seem more scatterbrained. The little piece of paper you handed her is shoved between a used copy of Making Movies by Sidney Lumet. She pulls it out to examine your handwriting. Room 122. Wear sneakers. Your handwriting is loopy and girlish, but the note is audacious. It’s a request, one you expect to be followed. If she reads between the lines the note would say ‘Meet me. Wear sneakers. Don’t be late’. Robin sticks it back into the book, carefully this time, and retreats further into her pillow. It could be worse. I could have to do it alone. The promise of your company isn’t completely reassuring, though. You’re still a trusted editor, one that could judge her and nitpick and get annoyed if Robin doesn’t get things right away. You’re still someone Robin hardly knows. But the thought of you being mean to her stirs a bit of cognitive dissonance. Y/N is probably nice. She joked with me. Why would she do that if she thought I was totally incompetent? She decides that it doesn’t even seem in your nature to be cruel to someone you hardly know, but there’s an aloofness that’s still impenetrable about you that tells Robin to proceed with caution. An ease about you that probably comes from years on the paper. Undoubtedly, it’s just as much your domain as it is Nancy’s. The self-doubt cycles back, signaling she’s broken the pinball machine in her brain again and now it dings incessantly. I just have to get through tomorrow. Meet Y/N. Wear sneakers. Don’t be late.

-

Entering the darkroom feels like stepping into an eerie, evil cabin in the woods. It’s something out of a horror movie, glowing red and otherwise dark. The smell is pungent and distinctly metallic, so chemically that it feels dangerous to spend more than five minutes in it. There are long metal tables with plastic bins filled with a clear solution. What looks like wet photographs hang from clothespins strung up on the ceiling. Robin’s early. She’s shifting from foot to foot waiting for your arrival and too scared to walk around the room and do any exploring. She’s tugging at her jacket sleeve and adjusting her hair in the reflection of something clear and reflective to her right. She’s nervous enough to only hear the squeaking of her shoes, the fast thump of her heart. Something touches her shoulder and she’s so startled that she yelps. 

“Shit, sorry! I’m sorry! I thought you heard me come in.” It’s only Y/N. 

“No, it’s okay! I should’ve been paying attention,” Robin sounds nervous and the same thought you had in the newsroom comes back. Make her laugh. Even if it’s not a good joke. 

“Does this place give you the creeps?” There’s a concerned lilt in your voice while you’re asking her. 

Robin nods, “It looks like an evil lair.” 

You deadpan, “I come here to drain the souls of sophomore editors.” Thankfully, she laughs at that. You move past Robin to reach for the camera bag. It’s big and bulky with a Hawkins tiger patch on it. 

“That explains why it smells like gas. Are we going to start liquifying if we stand here too long?” Even if Robin’s joking she’s still nervous. She eyes you pulling out a camera and 3 rolls of film and then putting them all back into the bag neatly. 

You turn to her, looking at her even if it’s hard to discern the details of her features under the red light. “We’re safe. I spend hours here at a time. Fred used to spend more.” Both of you seem to remember that Fred’s in the hospital at the same time, so you quickly follow up “But he’s y’know, not liquefied. He’s a lot safer in here than anywhere near the football field.” The bag is all packed, you sling it over your shoulder and step towards the door. “Follow me.” 

-

There are a million questions going through Robin’s mind right now, but her mouth is a little dry so she won’t ask any of them. It also doesn’t help that she’s a tiny bit intimidated by you. Not because you seem mean or cruel, but because it just looks like you know what you’re doing. There’s a self-assurance about you that not many people Robin knows possess. Maybe she just thinks that because she doesn’t know you much yet. It’s not like you’re cold to her, but she can’t shake this need to make you like her. Okay, maybe ‘like’ is farfetched. She’s decidedly shooting for you to find her tolerable. It’s not like Robin to be so quiet around people. She’s usually talkative, bordering verbose, and a little sarcastic in a way she hopes people find charming. She can talk a million words a minute when she’s around Steve. She has no issue rolling her eyes and loudly firing back at some idiot in band who’s using his clarinet as a pretend dick. This entire time she’s so focused on sifting through why she wants you to not hate her, she didn’t realize where you were taking her. She didn’t even think to question it. It’s only a ten-minute walk from the school’s east exit but it may as well have been Jupiter. It’s a big wooded area with patches of wild mint growing and a loud hum of insects. It’s how secluded it is that worries Robin. The question leaps out of her mouth before her brain even registers what she’s saying. 

“Are you going to murder me, Y/N?” If she didn’t sound so squirrely she could’ve played it off as a joke. 

You look a little surprised, mouth forming a little oh shape. But then you decide to poke fun at her. “With what? A roll of film?” To be fair, you did lead her to a wooded area with no signs indicating people have inhabited this space. It’s a trail you know that’s only about 2 miles long. There are thick maple trees and several rings of mushrooms scattered around the forest floor. Robin is taking it all in. You couldn’t see much of her in the darkroom, but now in plain daylight, you could observe. The jacket sleeve she tugs on every now and then has a blue patch with yellow writing that says ‘handle with care’. You’re…interested. Something in you twitches because you realize that her jacket is telling you more about her than she is. 

“What is this place?” Robin questions. 

“It’s a fairy trail,” You put your hands on your hips, “Or, I call it that. It’s really just a normal trail but, you see those rings of mushrooms? Those are called fairy rings.” 

“Okay. I guess…it sounds like the last place you’d murder anyone. 'Murder in fairy trail' would make for a weird headline”

Robin wears all of her questions on her face. It’s like reading a billboard. You try to fill in as many gaps as you can. “This is praxis. Umm…your first lesson for the newspaper,” Robin looks like she’s starting to get it. “Since you’re taking pictures you need to know all the things that go into taking a picture. I know it sounds sort of obvious but there’s a surprising amount of things to think about when you take a picture. The subject, the light, the color, the composition. And I know it’s the school paper so who cares what the pictures look like but still, I think it’s worth trying to get right.” She’s taking in what you’re telling her. Then you realize you never answered the biggest question practically bulging out of her forehead right now. “Oh! Sorry, I forgot. The trail is so we can capture subjects that don’t move. Y’know, before we get to any game-winning action shots or…I don’t know, moody portraits of whoever doesn’t win the student council election. I promise it’s not so I can murder you.” Robin relaxes a little bit, glances up at the way the sunlight is coming through the gaps in the leaves, and settles into how pretty of a place this is for Hawkins. Like she didn’t really think Hawkins could look like this. 

“It’s so pretty here. But how the hell did you find it?” 

“In the summer, when my grandparents would come to visit they would take me ‘fairy hunting’. According to all of the stories fairies like hanging out where it’s lush and there’s lots of plants.” 

“I’d say this fits the criteria. Have you ever seen one?” Robin’s still taking it all in. She seems more comfortable around you now that she's not in the darkroom. 

“I thought I did once. It was too quick, though and the wings could’ve been a big dragonfly. But my grandma sort of believes all the Pagan stuff about them being wise and spiritual beings and that when you come across them, it’s because you’re meant to.” 

“Oh my god, my mom too! Well, my mom and dad. They’re more like domesticated hippies though. My mom is always shoving a crystal in my face whenever I get a headache or have like a big test to study for.” 

“Do you believe in any of it?” You ask her, only because her being a reformed hippie didn’t really make sense with your perception of her until she said it. All of the things Robin reveals molds the perception until it matches with the person in front of you, who’s kicking a pinecone with the toe of her converse. 

“I guess I don’t have any reason not to,” Robin shrugs, “I don’t know if I’d believe in fairies unless I saw one, though.” 

“You didn’t believe in the tooth fairy?” 

“My parents never told me about the tooth fairy, actually. Whenever I lost a tooth, I’d give it to them and they’d put it in this hollowed out coconut they brought home from their honeymoon in Florida.” Her face is breaking out in a grin because she’s never really revealed the inherent silliness of her parents. No one her age has ever asked her this much about herself. It's a little disorienting.

You’re grinning yourself because the thought of all of Robin’s baby teeth being kept safe in a coconut is so precious, you almost forget the purpose of your trip to the trail. “If only we had some coconuts or baby teeth here to take pictures of. It’d be much more interesting subject.” You pipe up to add, “I also brought you here for another reason. We need to get to know each other.” Shit, that probably sounds weird. Your hands itch for something to do so you take out the camera and load a roll of film into it before continuing. “Uh, everything with the paper works better when you know each other better. I mean, like it shows in the paper. We rely on each other, kind of. We also have a whole month together. So I don’t want you to feel lorded over by me or anything.” 

It feels so weird that Robin isn’t the one rambling. This is the most she’s heard you say at once. The confident austere she’s come to associate you with slips a little. She feels better knowing it isn’t just her who’s nervous. “So do we…start now?”

“Yeah, uh,” You hand her the camera and notice her hands. There are some silver rings on a few of her fingers and dark red nail polish on all of them, “we can start now.” 

You both walk the entire trail, it takes you each a slow hour. The first walk-through is mostly filled with commentary about your surroundings. You point out more fairy rings, the beginnings of some ivy growing on a tree, and the exoskeleton of a dead dragonfly. Robin dutifully takes photos of each thing you point out. Eventually, you stop pointing anything out, hoping she’ll trust her own ability to capture something. Robin holds the camera up to her eye, squints the other, and takes a picture of a little carving on a tree of a heart with some indiscernible initials. You’re both stil talking, but it’s never forced. There’s enough gaps in conversation for you each to enjoy the sounds of little chipmunks chasing each other and the distant rush of a creek on the far side of the trail. Robin tells you more about her parents, Melissa and Keith. The image of them starts to form, mixes with what you know about Robin. You wonder idly who she gets her voice from. It doesn’t sound anything like how someone your age would sound. She rasps like someone who’s been singing on stage for 30 years and had too much fun to bother about the health of their vocal chords. You sprinkle in a tip or two about taking pictures, everything you know was taught to you by Fred. His absence meant you had to shoulder writing articles and taking some pictures for a bit. A wash of gratefulness falls over you, At least now Robin can take the pictures. On the walk back Robin steps forward, leaves crunching under her converse, and holds the camera up to her eye again to take another photo. There’s the sound of an empty click. 

“Think this roll is finished,” Robin tells you. 

“We’ve taken enough for today. It’s gonna get dark soon, we can start heading back.” You adjust the camera bag over your shoulder and Robin hands you the camera to put back inside. 

Robin’s lip curls into a half smile, “No little pixies photographed today.” 

“Says who? We won’t know until we get it developed.” You reply like it’s obvious. “I’m starving. What about you?” 

“Definitely hungry. The sneakers were a good call.” 

“Okay,” You wrap the jacket you’re wearing around you a little tighter, the chill in the air starting to blow in. “let’s eat.” 

-

It takes more effort than either of you want to expend to fit Robin’s bike in the trunk of your car. Your boxy beige Ford has seen better days but a run-down used car is exponentially better than no car. You climb into the driver’s seat while Robin fastens her seatbelt. You make quick work of turning the heater on. After a beat, you ask, “Could you open the glove compartment for me? My tapes are all in there.” It’s so stuffed with tapes that about four fall out onto the floor beneath Robin’s feet. Most of them are regular cassettes, but some look to be made by you with their own special names written in your loopy handwriting. 

“Jesus, have you recently robbed a record store?” Robin’s joking as she looks through the ones that fell. 

“I like having options,” You shrug and point to the tape in the very corner “Oh! Put that one in.” 

Robin’s sliding the tape in and you both hear the big, energetic drums kick in. She shyly admits, “I haven’t listened to this album yet.” 

“What!?” You’re giving Robin a face that says it’s impossible to have not listened to Blondie’s Eat to the Beat album. There’s just no way Robin hasn’t heard it. You start, “Take the tape home, then. I don’t want it back until you’ve listened to it once all the way through. Consider it homework.” 

Robin doesn’t protest. “I have listened to Parallel Lines, though. Pretty Baby is one of my favorite songs of all time.” 

“That’s because you haven’t heard the best four minutes of music in  Blondie’s entire discography, yet. ‘Shayla’ is such a good song, I almost named my cat after it.” 

“Well, why didn’t you?”

“He’s a boy. So I named him Bowie instead.” You’re not floundering the way Robin still is. Definitely not as intense as when you first met, but things aren’t coming as easy to her. Here, in your car, she’s wringing her hands and worrying the inside of her lip. Robin’s thinking, she’s being nice because she has to be. Because Fred’ll be back in a month anyways. It shouldn’t really matter what Y/N thinks of me. It’s still continuing as you step into the only diner in Hawkins, only a few patrons sit inside. The seats are dark green and worn, and the smell of coffee and the powdery notes of your waitress’s perfume hit you as you slide into a booth in the corner. You order a coke, Robin orders a shirley temple, and you both share a plate of cheese fries. You’re talking more about music, you both differ in opinion on who has better movie hair (Robin thinks Molly Ringwald reigns supreme, you argue Slone from Ferris Bueller’s day off has more volume), and of course about school. Robin’s waiting for you to bring up what is almost always discussed when she’s alone with any girl her age: crushes. She doesn’t blame anyone, it’s what’s on everyone’s mind and that’s fine. She’s used to it. So used to in fact that she’s already picked out some ordinary boy in her history class to use as a fill in crush for when you inevitably ask. She waits for you to. And then she waits some more, but you don’t ask about who she has a crush on. You’re still going on about Sloane Peterson. 

Robin’s looking at you over her Shirley temple, “Okay, is there any other vital information I should know?” 

You chew on the end of a cheese fry, “About the paper? We don’t have to do any more lessons for today.” 

“No, no. I-I meant about each other. Y’know, other than your cat being named after David Bowie.” 

“Oh.” You recall telling her that you both should get to know each other. For paper purposes, of course. “Well, what do you wanna know?” 

“Hmm,” Robin’s mouth twitches in the corner while she’s thinking, “Why the paper?” 

“I could ask you the same thing.” 

“I asked you first.” 

“Okay, fair. Short answer–I didn’t really consider doing anything else. I’ve been with the paper since freshman year.” 

“And the long answer?” Robin’s genuinely curious. It’s refreshing to talk to someone that you haven’t known since you were a kid, there’s no shared history to compete with–only the present. It feels good to be sitting across from her. To watch little bubbles of condensation sweat off her glass and see the plate of fries slowly disappear. It’s late, both of your feet hurt a little from the walking you did, and you’re no longer complete strangers to one another. 

You shrug a little, “I like to write. It comes naturally, I guess. I’ve kept a notebook since I was 5. I think when I was 7 I interviewed everyone in my family about their favorite ice cream flavor and wrote it in a little notepad and everything.” 

Robin’s eyes soften at that, “Little reporter Y/N.” 

“Exactly. Now your turn.” 

“Hmm. I’ve never been great at short answers so I’ll give you an ‘answer’ answer.” 

“‘Answer’ answer is fine with me.” 

“I knew the paper needed a fill-in for Fred. I figured maybe it was time to try something new and as much as my mom would love it if I learned how to sew and bake apple strudel in the home ec room, photography seemed more interesting.” 

You nod at her, “What about band? Do you still play an instrument?”

“I do. But I don’t know how far I’d get in college by playing the trumpet.” 

“Okay. Yeah, that makes sense. Is the paper for college then?” 

“Sort of.” You can tell she needs a little encouragement, a signal to know you’re just as curious about her. 

“C’mon Robin! That was hardly an ‘answer’ answer. I gave you a peek at a childhood dream. A little embarrassing one, at that.” 

“Wait, no! I thought it was cute, not at all embarrassing.” You hang onto that one word, despite all logical reasoning not to. She’s means 7 year old you. It’s normal to say anything a kid does is cute. But still, the word cute is echoing in your very tired brain. While you’re lost in thought, Robin’s spurred on by you, so she reaches into her backpack and pulls out the book she’s been reading. 

You take the book into your hands and eye the cover and read it aloud, “‘Making Movies by Sidney Lumet’?” 

It’s actually unnerving to say aloud, seeing as she hasn’t even verbalized it to anyone. Even if this little corner booth and cold night somehow feel like a little universe in which it’s just you two and some ice slinking in your cups, Robin is still waiting for something to go astray. In all likelihood, it would come from her saying something wrong, and then she’d have to quit the paper and lose a new acquaintance all in one fell swoop. It wouldn’t be fair. It’s her first day on the paper, she hasn’t even gotten to see how the pictures she took today came out. The ugly nervous edge in her brain starts to go away with more time she spends talking to you, it’d be a crime if she was the one to stop something before it started. She tries not to feel the weight of your question, and fails, but takes one look at you and changes her mind. You’re looking back at her with pure interest, maybe Robin is being naive but her intuition is telling her there’s no ulterior motive here. You just look like you want to know about her, and that’s already scary in its own right. So Robin answers you, “I picked it up at the used bookstore when I was a freshman. I don’t even remember if I thought much about it other than that it was only $2…but I really like movies. Not just enough to work at Family Video, but more than that, I guess. And, I don’t know, I’ve always wondered what’d it be like to be behind the camera and when school started this year I kind of freaked out about the future. Even now, I still freak out. But I felt like if I spent enough time behind a camera this year… eventually a video camera wouldn’t feel so far off.” Immediately after she feels like she’s having a bad dream where she’s in her underwear on stage and the audience is fully dressed. Maybe I said too much? Did any of that make sense? Was I babbling? I was definitely babbling. But then you look at her nicer than anyone who isn’t her mom has looked at her in a long, long time. You’re looking at her like you get it, and that she wasn’t being incomprehensible and babbling. You open the book and find your note stuffed in between a chapter on the basics of directing. Room 122. Wear sneakers. It’s such a little thing. Robin probably just shoved it into whatever was closest to her so she wouldn’t lose it. But still, it makes something in your stomach flip to know she kept it. 

“Is that the plan? Film school somewhere on the West Coast…getting to sit in that uncomfortable-looking chair and direct everybody around?” There is no meanness in your asking, it’s just fun to tease her a little. 

“Something like that.” She does this crooked half smile, and it mildly annoys you because you don’t know why but you want to say something to make her smile fully. You like Robin. You like her enough to consider asking for the second marachino cherry in her shirley temple, but decide against it. It’d be too much. You’d scare Robin into politely saying yes and probably regretting it. It’s something a closer friend would ask, and you aren’t that to her. Robin’s felt like the conversation has stayed about her for a bit too long. She teases you back, “But your plans must not be far off either. Writing at a big paper on the East Coast…draining the souls of more people but this time they’re college students wearing loafers?” 

You secretly hate how witty she can be, but decide to deadpan instead. “Ha-ha. If directing doesn’t work out you might have a spot on Saturday Night Live waiting for you.” 

“We’d both be on the East Coast, then.” 

“Yeah, I guess we would be.” It’s fun to talk about the future like this. Like it isn’t hiding around the corner waiting to kidnap you, but rather something light and fanciful. Robin is twisting at a ring on her finger and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks a little tired, but so do you. The diner is going to close soon and since it’s a school night you both should head out. That still seems like the last thing you want to do, because it’ll disrupt this little space in time you and Robin spent carving out with each other today. When was the last time you made a new friend? “Can I ask you something, Robin?” 

She doesn’t look nervous like you were expecting her to. She just chews on the fry and replies, “Shoot.” 

“Do you ever feel like…stuck? I mean, here, in Hawkins.” 

She doesn’t have to think about it before answering you, “Yeah. A lot, actually.” There’s a pause, you glance at your waitress wiping the counter, and refilling someone’s coffee. 

Your tiredness is probably doing more of the talking than it should be. “I just hope college is…different I guess. I hate that feeling like…the walls are closing in or something.” You worry you sound too serious or sad. You’re thinking of a joke to make to give yourself an out. But then Robin interjects your thoughts. 

“I know what you mean. Sometimes, I’d rather die than think about still being here after high school.” There’s only empathy in her tone. You’re not sure what you expected from Robin, but under different circumstances, it feels like you two would’ve never crossed paths. Okay, never, is an exaggeration. Maybe you guys would’ve exchanged ‘hi’s’ at Nancy’s graduation party, or she would’ve rung up your rentals at Family Video, or you would’ve seen her playing the trumpet for two seconds at a pep rally before sticking your head down into your notepad and continuing to take your notes of the event. But over a plate of cheesy fries that are long gone by now, you two are something resembling friends. 

“You don’t have to die to get to a better place,” You tell her, “just drive 50 miles in any direction.” She’s laughing into her jacket sleeve, because she knows you’re right. You’re laughing with her. There’s a whole month left before you guys go to print for the next issue. It’s nice to know that Robin’s your partner for the next month, nice to know you have time together. For paper purposes, of course. 

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Fred Weasley x reader

soft/ comfort.

Fred asked you to the Yule Ball.

Can I kiss you?

You'd hesitated as Fred asked you in his usual cheeky, devil may care way but ultimately you said yes. Of course you did, having the most ridiculous crush on him. But you were glad you did, seeing how he looked at you now, goofy smile in place yet looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon.

That and he looked gorgeous in blue.

You matched he had asked what colour you were wearing so you were both wearing royal blue dress robes as he gently took your hand. Walking you into The Great Hall that had been transformed into a winter wonderland, all icy blue and silver and white.

Magical snowflakes that drifted down from the ceiling scented like peppermint and pine, landing on you for a short time but not melting. Softly sparkling table tops with permafrost coated floral arrangements.

You couldn't dance yet, you hated the thought really but if Fred wanted to you'd give it ago. You all had to wait for the champions but Fred didn't let you go, glance always drifting to you.

But the champions finally did come in and my didn't Harry surprise everyone with his date at least they could help with his horrible dancing. The champions danced first and eventually Fred was tugging your hand gently.

"Come on, beautiful." You matched his eager smiled and let him lead, the two of you were closer than the dance called for with Fred's arm around you waist holding you close and your head rested on his shoulder but it was lovely.

He lead you through each step and never once did you stumble like you had in practice when your head of house had been teaching and he took the chance to mumble affectionate things to you. It was as though you were in your own little bubble. Of course until it was popped by everyone sitting for dinner.

Afterwards though, when the teachers backed off and The Weird Sisters came on Fred took one look at the crazy dance floor and lead you to the courtyard. It was chilly but refreshing with the twinkling and dancing fairy lights and icicles.

Fred stopped by one of the pillars and looked up.

"I'm really glad I asked you, you know. I wasn't planning on going really I was going to skip."

"Mandatory or not." You smiled and he grinned back with a nod. Intertwining your fingers.

"Yeah. But I changed my mind when Harry complained about not being able to figure out how to ask someone and we'll annoying Ron was a bonus. I took the chance to ask you and I'm so glad I said yes." You both were silent for a moment. "Well George was annoyed he had to find someone to ask and dress robes since it wasn't like he was going to bunk alone."

"He'd never last hidden without you." You joked.

"It's true I tell you, tell 'im all the time." You laughed and Fred joined once the laughter died down you stewed in comfortable silence for a little while.

At least until Fred's foot stared tapping and his hand started to sweat, you didn't particularly mind you actually thought it was you but then Fred's grip tightened.

"Um. Can I ask you something?" You nodded. "Can I uh kiss you?" You grinned, confident Freddie was really a nervous dork and you loved it.

"Yes." He leant to you and you bumped noses and it was a bit awkward at first but then he leant in again and pulled you close and tried again and you couldn't help smiling against his lips, tiptoeing to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"Sorry." He leant his forehead against yours. "That was a bit awkward."

"It's okay." You grinned. "I'm sure we'll have lots of practice to get it right." He pulled back and scanned your face for a moment.

"Really." You nodded. "So does that mean we're dating?"

"Would you like to?" He blushed bright red to the tips of his ears and you tucked some of his hair behind his ear.

"Yeah." He sounded a bit breathless in awe.

"Then of course, Hun." His cheeky brown eyes lit up enormously and he grabbed you into to a happy hug, spinning you around.

"Bloody brilliant." He whispered against your lips as he snuck another kiss before tangling your fingers together again and lead you back into the chaos of The Great Hall.

~~{ Wixafix [Wixabear] }~~

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Masterlist I

Updated: September 13, 2023 [Completed] !Masterlist II Here!

Bnha

A Beautiful Tail Dead Man Running Pt1, Pt2, Pt3 What It's Like To Be A Dad Hate Kind of Love Yandere Shoto Todoroki Headcanons Trying to Breakup [Deku, Bakugou, Shoto] Man-Eating Bird Male! Toga

Voltron

I Don't Hate You

Swat Kats

A Pretty Kat Chance Furlong Headcanons

SVTFOE

A Sick Love

Sailor Moon

Escape The Squad

Kim Possible

Maybe We Need A Break

Hansel & Gretel

A Look into the Dark Fairy Tales Pt1, Pt2, Pt3

Lego Ninjago

The Green/Gold Ninja

Scooby Doo

Yandere Daphne Blake Yandere Scooby Doo

Own Characters

Are You The Villain Harry the Lawyer Priest Son Yandere Loser

Thunder Cats

You're a Prince? Fuck-

Charlie Brown

What an Annoyance Aged Up! Schroeder [Peanuts] Headcanons

Monster High

Yandere! Porter "Paintergeist" Geiss Headcanons Yandere! Cleo De Nile

Euphoria

Yandere! Nate Jacobs

Red Shoes & The Seven Dwarfs

Yandere! Prince Merlin Headcanons

Ben 10

Keep My Girlfriend's Name Out Of Your Mouth

Invincible

Yandere! Mark Grayson [Invincible] Headcanons

Big Mouth/Human Resources

Yandere! Pete Headcanons Loving You So [Connie]

Skip Beat

Yandere! Ren Tsuruga Headcanons

Lolirock

Yandere! Lolirock Headcanons

Metal Family

I'm Not a Stalker!

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Yandere Aang Headcanons

Miraculous Ladybug

Chloe x Reader x Mari

Percy Jackson

Yandere! Percy Jackson Headcanons

Twilight

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Free! Swim Club

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Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Yandere Sabrina Headcanons

Assassination Classroom

Yandere Karma Headcanons

My Life As A Teenage Robot

My Neighbor was a Robot

Phineas and Ferb

Ferb Fletcher Headcanons

The Originals/Vampire Diaries

Yandere! Klaus Mikaelson Headcanons Yandere Klaus Courting Yandere Elijah Mikaelson Headcanons Yandere! Damon Salvatore Headcanons

Shadows of Rose

My Only Friend [Drabble]

Welcome Home [COMPLETE/FINISHED]

You are Mine [Drabble] [Wally] Lovey Dovey Darling [Wally]

Bob's Burgers

Being a Belcher Calvin Fischoeder Headcanons

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

Futurama

Yandere! Philip J Fry

Megamind

Yandere Metro Man

There's Someone in your House

Yandere! Zach Sandford Headcanons Sneaking Off with Zach

Barbie

Why Don't You Love Me? Yandere Ken! Headcanons I Love You Like a Doll [NSFW] Pleasurable Sin [NSFW] Red Faced Loser I'll Never Stop Loving You Don't Run from my Love

Clone High

Yandere! Joan of Arc Headcanons JFK Headcanons

Sabrina the Teenage Witch [1996]

Harvey Kinkle Headcanons

Corpse Bride

Yandere! Victor Van Dort Headcanons

Fairytales

Yandere! Male Cinderella Yandere! Peter Pan

Merlin BBC

Yandere! Merlin Headcanons

ICarly

Childhood Crush [Fred Headcanons]

IT

Ben Denbrough Headcanons Fear and Anxiety [Eddie]

Scream

Yandere! Billy Loomis Headcanons Call Me, Baby [Yandere! Billy Loomis] Lively Party Bloody Hands

SVU

Detective Chester Lake Headcanons Dr. George Huang Headcanons Rafael Barba Headcanons Sonny Carisi Headcanons

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𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 || 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

pairing: hermione granger x reader

summary: after crushing over hermione you finally get the chance to ask her to the yule ball, although, it’s not how you planned it to go

warnings: very bad writing, fluff

word count: 1.0k

a/n: this is my first post so it’s probably horrific. please give me pointers for what i can do to make my writing better :)

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Hermione walked down the stairs from her dormitory and came to a stop once she saw you sitting on the sofa in the common room.

“Hey y/n.” Hermione said as she walked around to stand in front of you.

“Hey, ‘mione.” You greeted as you looked up from your book and saw Hermione trying to contain her laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re holding the book upside down.” Hermione said as she finally laughed out loud.

“Oh, that’s why I couldn’t understand it. I thought I was going dyslexic for a moment.” you chuckled out feeling your face go a little red. You placed the book to one side giving all your attention to Hermione.

“I, erm, I’m heading down to the library to do a little bit of studying and I was wondering if you wanted to come too?”

“Oh, I would but I have to see Harry for something about quidditch. I’m waiting for him to get back.”

“Oh okay, maybe another time.” Hermione nodded before she began to walk towards the portrait door.

“Wait Hermione.” You said as you stood up, making hermione turn back to look at you.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe I can make it up to you later?”

“How?”

“Meet me here after dinner? It’ll be a surprise.” You said as you gave her a cheeky smile.

Hermione nodded her head, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. She smiled and waved at you, stepping out the portrait hole to go to the library.

You felt you face turn completely red at the kiss. You groan a little as you lean back and slump into the sofa, melting into a pile of mush.

You jolt in shock as you hear a chuckle from behind you, turning to see Ginny making you roll my eyes.

"What do you want, wicked witch of the west?"

Ginny ignored the comment as she walks up to you, crossing her arms with a smirk gracing her lips.

"Who knew the great y/n, known for their skills and charming personality, to be horrible at flirting."

"Shut up!!"

“I wasn't that bad.”

“Sure you weren’t.” Ginny chuckled as she came to sit beside you. “You we’re practically drooling at the site of her.”

“I mean who wouldn’t.”

“Are you finally going to ask her to the dance?”

“Yeah, some how.”

“How are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know.” You said as you scratched the back of your neck. “I’ll just be myself?”

“No one wants that.”

“Hey!” You shout as you hit Ginny on the arm.

“I'm joking.” Ginny laughs as she holds her hands up in surrender. “She’ll love what ever you do.”

“You think?”

“Have a little faith in yourself.”

“I’ll try.”

“Hey.” You said as you stood up from the sofa once you saw Hermione come in through the portrait door.

“Hey.” Hermione smiled.

“You ready for the adventure of a lifetime?”

“Yeah. But where exactly are we going?”

“That’ll ruin the surprise, Granger and there’s no fun in that.”

“Tell me.” Hermione said as she dragged out the ‘e’.

“Only to the astronomy tower. I don’t really want to get caught by Filch. He still hasn’t forgiven me when I helped Fred and George.”

“That’s your own fault.”

“Hey! It was for a good cause.”

“And that good cause was…”

“Giving Filch puking pastilles.” You said like it was the most obvious thing causing Hermione to break out into little fits of laughter.

The two of you continued to walk through the halls of Hogwarts before finally coming to a stop at the bottom of the astronomy tower.

“After you.” You smiled and Hermione gave a small nod before walking up the stairs being followed closely by you.

“Wow y/n this is beautiful.” Hermione gasped as she looked at the scene before her.

A picnic blanket was placed on the floor surrounded by blankets and pillows. The whole thing was lit up by fairy lights that were scattered around the place.

“How did you manage all of this?” Hermione asked as she went to sit down.

“I had a little help.” You shrugged as you sat beside her, looking out at the night sky.

The two of you engaged in a conversation about anything and everything that popped into your minds. The tranquility of it all placed you both in a state of euphoria.

“Do you know any constellations?” Hermione asked as she looked up into the sky.

“Uh I think that's the Big Dipper and just below it is the Little Dipper.” You pointed out and Hermione leant her head on your shoulder so she could see it making you tense up a little.

“Oh yeah.” Hermione said fascinated, however it sounded somewhat sarcastic.

“It’s not, is it?” You said as you looked down at her.

“Not even close.” Hermione chuckled.

“Alright, why don’t you tell me where they are then.”

“Look a little to your right.”

“Oh.”

“See it?”

“Yeah.” You said but it came out as a whisper. Hermione lifted her head off your shoulder and you suddenly felt very aware of the close proximity that the two of you were in.

“‘Mione?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Hermione didn’t say anything, instead she closed the gap between you two. As cliche as it sounds the world around you felt like it had stopped. Hermione brought her hands to your shoulders and she wrapped her hands around the back of your neck. Whilst you placed your hands on her waist bringing her a tad closer.

You both slowly separated from one another, both breathing heavily, but in time with one another. You kept your hands on her hips but Hermione moved her hands from the back of your neck and placed them on your chest.

“I really like you Hermione.” You said with your voice just above a whisper.

“I really like you too.”

“Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“That’s a bit out of the blue but yeah.“

“I didn’t really plan on kissing you but I would happily do it again.”

“Oh would you now?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think I’d mind it.”

“No?”

“Definitely not.”

#hermione granger #hermione granger imagine #hermione granger imagines #hermione granger x reader #emma watson #emma watson imagine #emma watson imagines #emma watson x reader

[fairy-writes]

Hi!! If your still writing for him can you do a Fred Porlock x fem!reader where the reader is an apothecary (like your other one) and her and Fred are pining for each other but are both shy so neither will act on it so the gang helps set them up? Thank you!!

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): Fred Porlock x Female!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): FLUFF, Pining, First Kiss

Notes: Based vaguely on the song of the same name (Accidentally in Love) by Counting Crows

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Fred Porlock wasn’t sure when he fell in love with you. 

Was it an accident? 

He wasn’t completely sure. 

Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn’t.

Either way, he wasn’t too upset about it. Except for the fact that he knew you didn’t reciprocate.

Because why would you?

He was him, and you were you.

You were a famous apothecary renowned for your remedies for just about anything. You were clean (almost extremely so), you washed your hands until they were cracked from the lye soap you used, and grew all your own herbs in your back garden.

So it wasn’t a surprise when William went to you for poison.

But it was a surprise when you agreed and got roped into their schemes. 

You were nearly ecstatic when it came to helping out. From coming up with different concoctions. To delivery. You always did it with a smile on your face. 

He never realized until later that you only ever smiled at him. Louis was always met with a neutral expression. And Moran? Ha, he was met with a scowl.

Fred pushed open the door to your little shop, the bell above the door jingling, signaling to you that someone had arrived. He heard a crash and some tumbling in the back room and nearly went to help before he remembered your very strict rule of do not go into your back room.

You appeared in the doorway a moment later, some herbs in your hair, a mysterious stain on your skirts, and a sheepish smile on your face. Fred smiled, his cheeks warming as you tried to get your appearance in order. 

“Fred! What a wonderful surprise!” You exclaimed, and he ducked his head, scuffing his shoes on your hard dirt floor. Your shop was in the slums of the city, among the overcrowded streets of England and on the outskirts of town. You often helped the people there regardless of their status, only charging the rich who came seeking your skills. Your compassionate heart warmed his own. 

It was one of the things he loved about you. 

“Mr. Moriarty said you had a package for me?” He said and pulled out the folded envelope of paper in his pocket. He stalled, however, when you tilted your head in confusion. 

“Package? I never received any information on this. Did Moran forget to drop off instructions again?” You said exasperatedly, dusting off your hands and setting one on your hip, and holding out a hand for the paper. “Let me see the paper. Maybe I can whip it up quickly.” 

Fred handed the envelope over without looking at it, slightly miffed at Moran for forgetting such a thing. 

“Um… Fred? What is this?” You whisper, and he looks up from where he had been fiddling with his fingers. You’re staring expectantly and look more than a little embarrassed. The paper is held delicately in your hands, and he frowns. 

“What do you mean? It’s instructions from Mr. Moriarty, isn’t it?” He says and holds out a hand for the paper, pointedly ignoring how his fingers tingle and his heart stutters when your hands brush. He looks down and reads the handwriting. It’s Moran’s.

Just kiss and court her already!~Sebastian Moran

There are a few bills crumpled up in the envelope that he dumps out in his hand. 

His heart and brain freeze simultaneously. Court you? You’d never allow such a thing… would you?

He feels hands gently cradle his and looks up to see you smiling timidly. 

“If I may… I think Mr. Moran is giving you a night off from your responsibilities.” You say softly, and he finds himself smiling in return, cheeks red with embarrassment. 

A night off? 

That sounded nice. 

But a night off with you? 

That sounded like heaven. 

He takes you to dinner on the shore of the Thames late into the night. It’s a small picnic, but something you seemingly adored. You squealed in delight when he uncovered his hands from your eyes, taking in the candles and picnic basket in the center. He had to admit, not bad for panicking and coming up with it on the spot. 

Your skirts had puffed up, and you pushed them down as you took a seat on the ground, Fred following suit and trying not to act too nervous. 

It was a first date. That’s what this was… wasn’t it?

The picnic went smoothly, with Fred occasionally asking questions about your current clients or remedies and you asking about the cats he had hidden in the Moriarty estate. 

It all came together when your hand brushed his. He looked over, and you were watching him with those deep eyes of yours and a soft smile lit by candlelight. 

You were beautiful. 

He found himself leaning in and watched as your eyes fluttered closed. His eyes shut as well, and his heart exploded when your lips touched his. 

You tasted like starlight and the little pies and pastries you had been enjoying. Your lips move tentatively, and he takes the lead. Not that he knows what he’s doing. Because, of course, he doesn’t. He never had time for anything like this. 

But you didn’t mind, instead cradling his cheeks as you brought him closer. 

He needed to remind himself to thank Moran later. 

#fred porlock x reader #fred porlock #ynm fred #ynm fred x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty fred #moriarty the patriot x reader #moriarty the patriot fred #mtp fred x reader #mtp fred #fairy writes #fairy writes 900 followers #fairy 900 followers

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Thank to everyone that filled out my lil form! You can still fill it out if you haven't already but here are some of the notes from those who left questions/requests ♡

Writing for Eddie Munson, I have honestly been considering writing for him, Steve and Robin for a while. I won't write stuff going along with the cannon storyline it be fluffy, non related stuff but if thats something others would want to see I can add them to my character list (marauders would always come first tho xx)

single! parent character x reader, oh yeah I like this xx epecially if it's rem, james or siri

fairy! reader, mermaid! reader yes x feel free to request any au like this x

more reggie? I hear ya loud and clear sweets xx

Dorca meadows, yes, just yes

Charlie weasley, honestly lil nerdy dragon guy would be super cute with a luna lovegood! reader

George Weasley, sadly I'm such a fred girl that I struggle writing for George

Oliver wood, scottish nerdy Quidditch jock, I do love his character but platonically

Severus, yeah if i vibe with the concept as romantically i just pretend it's Alan from sense and sensibility

I also would like to say I will be doing all of the long and short fics, the form was to help me figure out what to start first ♡

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fred weasley x fem!reader

This is for @feetoffthetable ‘s 500 follower writing challenge. Congratulations again on 500!!

hope you like it.

prompts:

“What happened to their happily ever after?”

“Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

warnings: angst, spelling/ grammar mistakes.

word count: 3.1k

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Almost every girl can remember the days where they’d dream of their fairytale romance. Dancing, a prince charming and a kiss in the moonlight as every problem faded away; A thrilling fight between the lovers and the evil villain ending with the two wrapped in each other’s arms. Despite being muggle tales, the wizarding world had also grown to adore these stories, smiles widening on even grown witches' faces with each ‘once upon a time.’

You’d grown up reading about maidens being swept off their feet into the arms of their knight in shining armor, fate seemed to encompass every story you laid your eyes on, so when Fred Weasley entered your life, with a charming smile and a playfulness that had you wanting more, you couldn’t help but fall.

And so began the pining. Stares across the classroom at the wave of red hair, crossing your fingers when group projects were announced, peeking down corridors to see if you could catch the prankster twins in action, and daydreaming from dawn till dusk. You could barely get words past your lips if he ever smiled in your direction. You found yourself wondering what it would feel like to run your hand through his hair. Doodling his name on parchment became common, and dreams of dancing with him plagued your mind. You were young, and in love. You could almost feel your fairy godmother pushing you towards him, fairy tale magic coursing through your veins whenever your eyes would meet.

It took a couple years, but you found your voice. Starting small with congratulations after quidditch games, an occasional joke during classes, a couple more smiles here and there.

The unrequited love, became returned. Fred Weasley thought you were just the shy girl from his transfiguration class, quiet and meek. When you built up the confidence to strike up conversations and joke about Snape’s hair, he found himself hanging onto your every word.

The older twin went from not knowing your name to looking forward to even his most boring classes just to catch a glimpse of your face. Making you smile became his mission, and Godric did he love it when your face would completely light up. Not just a small smirk, but when your eyes sparkle, your lips pull up far enough to see your teeth and your cheeks go a bit pink, that was most definitely his favourite sight.

Even the most enchanting storybook couples would stare amazed at the adoration Fred Weasley and Y/n L/n shared for each other. Two best friends pining for the other without realizing the mutual warmth that had grown. Spending countless hours together, hiding their flushed cheeks, sweaty palms and loving eyes to enjoy every moment spent together.

When the Yule ball was announced Fred had fallen flat on his face running up to ask you. He’d spotted you in the clock tower courtyard with one of your friends and he knew immediately, you were the only person he’d want to go with. He sprinted up to you intending to drop to his knee and ask, but his foot got caught in the stone and he fell for you the second time. Now any other person may have lost hope and ran away, but Fred Weasley was determined to make the most of it, rebounding it with a cheesy pick up line, In true Fred fashion.

Cinderella would’ve glared in jealousy when the two of you waltzed across the dance floor. Not only was the night magical, but it was awkward, nervous, and fun. It didn’t seem like the far fetched dance at the end of a film, it felt real. You’d step on his toes and he’d shuffle his hand around your waist, but when it came down to it, you didn’t care. You really did feel like a princess dancing in the arms of her lover, swaying to the beautiful music as other students starred in awe at the two gryffindors gliding around the room, laughing happily while moving their feet in a mesmerizing waltz.

That night Fred Weasley finally asked you to be his girlfriend, he got down on his knee in the middle of the dance floor, pouring his heart out to you, his confession wiping even the soliloquies of Romeo Montague out of the water.

“Y/n, from the moment you started to talk to me in our third year, I fell. You make me smile, laugh, blush and always know how to cheer me up. Honestly, why didn’t you start talking to me sooner? I never knew how much I needed you, but my eyes have been cleared, my feelings in tune and now I’m asking you on the dance floor to maybe take this foolish man to be your prince?”

Droplets emerged from your eyes as you shook your head up and down, happy tears flowing free as you pulled the red-head up again.

The entire student body had paused to take in the scene before them, watching in surprise as Fred Weasley stood to his feet to dip the girl with tear stained cheeks into a low kiss, only standing again to catch his breath before stealing you away out the door.

You’d give anything to go back to that night. The seed of young adoration finally blossoming into a flower of love. Love so true, beautiful and pure you’d probably blind anyone who saw. You ran through the halls to Black Lake, dancing to the beats of your hearts in the embrace of your love, swaying in the moonlight as puzzle pieces of your life finally seemed to fall into place and stars aligned.

Holding your love in your arms is a feeling so surreal and fantastic, something that has an addicting property that you couldn’t help but crave. When Fred’s arms surrounded you, you didn’t feel trapped, enclosed, barricaded. You felt free, as though you could fly.

It is hard to define love, but what was between the redhead prankster and gryffindor dreamer painted a clear picture for anyone to see. Love opens the best in us, it reveals pieces of us never seen before and unlocks emotions never known. Fred grew more in love with you with each passing day and his desire to see the smile upon your face never faded.

Your love for your prince charming was something that would never be taken away from you. Everyday took your breath away and every time Fred smiled at you, your brain seemed to turn to mush, the childhood pining never seemed to leave.

Your last year at Hogwarts brought about some problems, with the monstrous pink toad and Fred’s tendencies for trouble, you could say difficulties were inevitable. Nights where Fred snuck into your dorm broken down, tired, and ready to collapse became frequent, especially after he was banned from the quidditch team. Fred was hesitant to reveal his sensitivity, but with cuts across his hands and the loss of his favourite activity, he was willing to lose it all just to rest in your arms again. Many nights he’d run to you, exhausted and restless. You’d hold him close, soothe him the best you could and heal his wounds to the best of your abilities. You didn’t know what to say, but you didn’t need to talk. Fred was content laying on your chest as you fussed over him, pressing kisses across his freckled face and mumbling rather choice words under your breath about the pink devil as you gently caressed his injured hand as light as a butterfly.

You were the first person he’d told his scheme to leave Hogwarts to, begging you to go with him and start a new life in a place he’d dreamt of since he was a child. He honestly wasn’t expecting you to agree, but how could you not? It’s not like you had much planned. Anyways, you were tired of the pain Fred had to endure during the past year, so if he was ready to leave, so were you.

You’d compare flying a broom into the sky as fireworks flashed behind you, to riding into the sunset on the back of a stallion, but yours was so much cooler. Fred had grabbed you from the floor and pulled you onto his broom, you clutched onto him for dear life as he and George flew their last victory lap and destroyed every last horrid plaque of rules that hung on the walls of the school of magic. Another feeling of freedom was evident throughout the entire building as victorious cheers sound from every window.

This was definitely better than a ride into the sunset.

Life with the twins in Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes couldn’t be defined by just one word. It was exciting, chaotic and the most fun you’ve had in your life. Designing product boxes and using charms was more of your strong suit while the boys caused explosion after explosion, perfecting their concoctions. As weeks turned into months, you and Fred felt as though you were really living a couple’s life. Waking up wrapped in each other’s arm without the worry of being caught, making and eating breakfast to tunes on the radio, dancing to a record player as day bled into night and your feet finally got sore.

This is how fairy tale characters must feel after their story ends, you’d think every day, happy and so deeply in love, relishing every moment together and at peace.

You’d finally been introduced to Mrs. Weasley that coming Christmas, her tender love really made you feel welcome and almost moved you to tears.

“It’s nice to see Freddie finally found someone who loves him as much as you do, I can see it in your eyes darling, you’re perfect for him.”

Fred never understood why they said ‘fall’ in love, sure you may feel your senses fade at times but it was never like a fall. If it made sense he’d say he rose into love for you. You brought him to cloud nine, you raised his spirits whenever you joked with him when he was down. You raised the corners of his lips into a smile by just existing. You raised him further towards his dreams and supported him no matter what. Ironically, he dropped to his knee to propose to you, just like he had in your sixth year at the Yule Ball, once again pouring his heart out to you, this time to truly make you his.

“Here we are again, love.” He laughed as he fell to his knee behind you in a muggle park not too far from Diagon Alley.

“Darling, I love you. I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You push me towards my dreams, comfort me when I’m upset, and make me smile every single day. I realized how much I needed you back in our sixth year, but today I ask you to seal the deal and become, y/n Weasley?”

It is hard to define love, so many forms of it, so many ways to express it and spread it to the people around you, but when Fred Weasley proposed to you, people looked over and felt the unconditional love between two people that brought tears to their eyes. When Fred Weasley looked at you, you were his everything. His past, present and future, his calm during a storm, his brightest star.

When Y/n said yes, you could hear the love of the purest of heart. The love of a best friend and a partner.

Love opens the best in us, it reveals pieces of us never seen before and unlocks emotions never known. Fred could now ensure a smile on your face for the rest of your days, and the childhood pining could finally rest knowing you would be with this man forever.

When the war finally pulled the wizarding world into the dark, the prankster and the dreamer knew they wouldn’t be able to stand to the side. They needed to help bring back the peace, and they would fight beside the people they cared about. The wedding was postponed until further notice, but it was sworn on a pinky promise that as soon as the chaos was over, you’d pick up where you left off and walk down the aisle in your white dress.

As you stood on the Hogwarts school ground, death eaters on every side and Voldemort cackling maniacally, you reached out for your prince’s hand. Closing your eyes to regain your calm before you had to charge into the incoming fight. Fred had squeezed your hand before pressing his lips to yours in the most passionate kiss the two of you had ever shared.

Looking back, you should’ve held Fred there with you, by your side throughout the entire fight. You should have kept your hands interlocked, standing tall by each other’s side, an unbreakable force to be reckoned with.

Instead the two of you charged forward separated, fighting close, but by your friends’ sides, throwing spell after spell to inch closer to a brighter future. Pain didn’t matter, each wave of your wand could be a step closer to a happy tomorrow.

It was almost thrilling fighting by your classmate, protecting them brought a new sense of purpose to your being and drowned out everything else to focus on the task at hand. Things were turning your way, Neville slayed that dreaded snake, Harry returned, Voldemort would never win now right? Everything would turn out fine. Right?

How wrong you were.

Victory was within reach, death eaters were filtering into smaller numbers and your friends were still alive. Your head was swivelling for your love, the only thought on your mind being to find your prince, your knight, the love of your life. The flash of red hair was just ahead, the light at the end of the tunnel was right there. You called out his name and his head whipped to meet yours. Your eyes met and you could see your future, your wedding, a family, growing old with this man.

Then the rubble fell, and in a flash, everything was taken away from you.

It is hard to define love, but when witches and wizards heard the shrill cry of a heart being torn in half, they could feel the love y/n l/n held for Fred Weasley. The pure, unconditional love that would’ve withstanded the test of time and any problem life could throw her way. The love that had so much hope many people turned away, it was too much to bear. The love that had you digging even though your hands were scabbed and bleeding.

Now when you ask how Fred Weasley showed his love in this scenario, the only thing to say was he died with a smile on his face. He died knowing his last sight was the love of his life running towards him, ready to turn to the next chapter of their lives.

You dug through the rock frantically, grasping onto the hope that for some divine reason Fred could be alive.

This isn’t how the story is supposed to end, your prince was supposed to wrap you into your arms and every problem was supposed to melt away, you were supposed to marry, kiss in front of all your family and friends and live the rest of your days together.

Realization hit you like a speeding train, you were never going to walk down the aisle to see Fred’s reaction to you in a white dress, you were never going to hold your child in your arms and see Fred become the amazing father you knew he would become. You were never going to see him grey and old, still a prankster and still deeply in love. You were never going to feel his lips against yours ever again. Hear his whispers in your ear about how much he loved you, or his melodic laugh that brought butterflies to your stomach every time.

Turns out, the villain of your story wasn’t unrequited love, it wasn’t Umbridge or even Voldemort. It was something even more cruel and insufferable. Death is not something humans really understand, even the most powerful witches and wizards cannot deny that death will come upon you, it is inevitable. There is so much about death we do not understand. All we know is one minute they’re here, the next they’re gone. But you might say, this is a fairy tale, there’s bound to be a happy solution and our lovers will get their happy ending. No, this is reality and our lovers were not that lucky, and the loss of half a heart is not something to be taken lightly.

“No.”

When Fred’s body was retrieved, you were joined by the rest of the Weasley family in their grieving, and while you could never understand what it would be like to lose a brother and a son, you’d lost the man you were going to spend the rest of your days with, and that left a hole in your heart never to be repaired, never to heal.

To lose a lover, but to hold their lifeless body in your arms is a surreal feeling you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy, it’s something that has the power to break even the strongest people and make the most positive lose hope. Every ounce of love in your being spilt through tears that held every wish and hope you’ve ever had. That day you lost your feeling of freedom, and a sick sense of being trapped plagued your every move.

This isn’t how the story was supposed to end.

“What happened to their ‘happily ever after?” A young girl asks her father.

“Well young y/n, as you may know you were named after the very girl who fell in love with my brother and lost everything. Some say she died of a broken heart, others say Freddie came back and took her away to paradise.” An older George Weasley smiles down at his young daughter, snuggled in blankets, clutching a picture frame in her small hands.

“But why couldn’t uncle Fred come back? I thought every fairy tale ends with a happily ever after, those were aunt y/n’s favourite stories right?” Young y/n’s brown eyes flash in confusion and hurt as she lowers the photo of you to her lap.

“Yes, they were her favourite. There was no doubt her and Fred had a love greater than any fairy tale, but not all love stories get a ‘happily ever after.’ Sometimes it’s just a ‘once upon a time.”

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