#smol owl prince

[princess-of-hells-littles]

The Magictastical Backflipping Master List (The Caregivers)

Hazbin Caregivers:

@the-spider-cg

@cannibal-auntie

@cherri-babysits

@caregiver-carmine (Currently inactive, please respect this)

@cg-sir-pentious

@papa-kitty

@cg-zestial

@husky-babysiter

@bigsisniff

@princess-of-hells-littles (flip)

@queen-of-hell-lillith (flip)

@the-radio-flip (flip)

@mamamimzy (flip)

@tiny-teevee (flip)

@duckciferthecg / @altlucicg (flip)

@mama-vaggie (flip)

@the-radio-demon-caregiver (flip)

@velvetebabysitvibes (flip)

@enmmyheavenscg (flip)

@bratboyadam (flip/multimuse)

Helluva Boss Caregivers:

@verosika-maydays-caring

@bees-babies

@caregiver-moxxie

@blitzbabysits

@fizzy-whizzy-cg

@your-hellhound-babysitter

@celestial-prince-cg

@octavias-owlettes

@mayberries-daycare

@wackford-cg

@strikerthecg

@ozziethecg

@bigbrother-striker (flip)

@caregiver-fizzarolli (flip)

Broader Hellaverse (aka OCs/non-canons):

@babysitting-hellhound

@fluffycreaturebabysits

@the-wolfie-cg

@riko-babysitz

@the-beatle-namedh0pe

@rae-angelofdeath

@m-and-m-daycare

@dreaming-gaurddog-flip

@cloudscaregiverservice (flip)

@littlest-owl-prince (flip)

@crowthejuicebox (flip)

@big-brother-hez (flip)

@rhea-de-la-bahia (Little)

Beyond the Hellaverse (aka Other Fandoms/Personals)

@Big-Brother-N (Murder Drones)

@rika-caring-services (Pokemon)

@pinkiepiecg (My Little Pony)

@ender-is-smol (IT)

@spider-caregiver (QSMP)

@carerboo (MCYT)

@qpeek-da-bandit (Non-Fandom OC)

@loves-caregiving (Non-Fandom OC)

@big-sis-uzi (Murder Drones)

@mamarabbitsmusical-emporium (Steam-Powered Giraffe)

@artificersshelter

@unclelamb

@the-golden-robot-boy-pepsi (Steam-Powered Giraffe)

@that-goddess-auntie (Epic The Musical)

@cg-deer (Non-Fandom)

@l1ttl3-l0tus-fl0w3r (Flip) (Undertale)

@eda-the-mama-owl-lady (The Owl House)

Razzle, Dazzle, KeeKee, and Fat Nuggets

@razzle-little

@dazzle-littledragon

@kittykeekee

@fatnugget-agere-esa

#hazbin hotel agere #cg!charlie #hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin hotel rp #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel #themasterlist

[try02line]

Golden Owl Caleb Wittebane & Baby Deer Philip Wittebane

I am SO proud of how Caleb looks in this- in true, i did struggle a bit to come up with a nice design for him, but I think he looks SO CUTE. He looks like a prince of the forest! I debated if giving him angel like wings, but ultimately concluded that having the wings being attached to his arms would be much cooler and I am very happy how this looks! I just imagined him hugging Pip (Or Evelyn, or anyone really) and ending sort of hiding them in his wings, and it just made me feel very soft about these kids.

ALSO THE POSE- you guys it took me 2 hours to manage make it look good 😭 BUT ALAS, they are so adorable together, just look at them!

Fun fact, Caleb has lil white spots on his shoulders. This bcs him and Philip are indeed blood related although it does not look like that! That is lowkey the only deer trait Caleb has, contrary than with normal deers tho, his dots on his shoulders and back never really fade away completely! So that part of his heritage always stays with him!

The smol frog is a reference to the amazing animations by a-magpie-in-gravesfield whom I am sure needs no introduction (I am not tagging them bcs I am unsure if they are comfortable with that considering is just a smol reference, but I am sure you all know who I am talking about anyway-)

In general, I am also just so proud of the background and just the warm cozy vibes in general! What do you think about this? Please let me know in comments 🦊

#fanart #toh #the owl house #philip wittebane #try02art #caleb wittebane #emperor belos #the owl house fanart #wittebros #kid belos #toh art #toh fanart #toh au #the owl house au #deer hybrid #owl hybrid #toh caleb #toh philip #the owl house fandom #my art #your honor they are so wholesome

[misccy27]

Series rewatch notes to self

S1E01 “us weirdos have to stick together”; takeout death with Warden Wrath cutting off Eda’s head (using scythe arm); Eda coerces Luz into her first adventure and that’s when Luz decides to stay, deceives her mom for the first time; quest to get King’s crown, him living in a fantasy world; King is a lot more enjoyable when I have the context of his developmental age, but it does make Eda look more questionable

S1E02 Luz draws more direct comparisons between her life and Azura than I remember; directly addresses dangers of living in a fantasy world, main character fallacy, trusting shady old men; Luz trapped in fantasy world and choosing to wake up; parallels between her projecting Azura fantasy dreamland onto BI (presented as hellish from start) vs projecting her depressed cognitive distortions onto the Collector’s fantasy dreamland; Nevareth “teen prince of angstmore” has an animal sidekick I forgot about, as a puppet gets stabbed by Luz.

S1E03 Luz refers to the Owl House as home in the cold open. Reference to Eda’s poor position in BI, Luz not wanting that for herself. Love Willow. Angry outburst and trouble controlling plant magic from the start. Confirmed Best: “Into the darkness you go 😉”. Gus is so smol. Didn’t have to make Amity so mean for how much it ends up being explored. King is treated more like a sentient pet than anything, weirds me out. Willow told to cut Luz, iconic crooked dagger. Abominations as mindless obedient creations. Willow confirmed plant prodigy, Bump says “remarkable.” Amity’s desperate need to be top student. High fives and hugs are human things.

S1E04 LORE. Boiling rain. King teaching about demons, v funny. Eda teaching spell circles bile sac. Owl beast curse; King knows about potions but think they give Eda magic. Luz wants to learn magic so people take her seriously. King dejected that Luz cares more about magic than demons. Bonding. Curse can be managed by elixir, entirely out of control otherwise. First dream memory not knowing who cursed her. Luz learns light spell.

S1E05 Covention. Introduction of coven systems. Eda is such a radical and I love her for it. Friction between her views and Willow and Gus’ societal norms. Lilith and EC get introduced (by Bump, v pro). Another case of mean is bad, nice is good and vice versa. Duel between Luz and Amity. King as a pet again. Lilith is Eda’s sister. Reveal via Kikimora at the end that she’s supposed to be capturing Eda, but she doesn’t try to in this ep. Big emphasis over multiple episodes on whether Eda is a good teacher/mentor for Luz. Eda and Lilith both cheat. They duel. Eda tells her the curse is killing her, “don’t know how many days I have left.”

S1E06 moonlight conjuring. Bad: Eda has a gambling problem; needless friction between Eda and Luz for conflict; Eda as a pickpocket played for laughs, acting like all crimes are created equal. Good: kids are all flawed but cute; Willow insecurity moment; Gus’ bucket list; Willow and Gus trying to protect Luz from Eda’s punishment at the end. Also that guy who enjoys throwing kids off of cliffs, v funny. Tibbles the capitalist. Eda w/o magic getting captured easily (to get handed over to EC). Owlbert doesn’t (can’t?) transform to help. Amity is legit such a bully to Willow.

S1E07 Lumity. But setup begins with Luz, Eda, King; better going into it knowing which split ups occur. Eda and King babysit for BQ, amazing reluctant parent Eda; “joke” at end about empty nest syndrome w parallels to Eda’s Requiem. Luz explicitly interested in befriending Amity because of Azura. Amity blames Luz, calls her a bully (retracts at end); implications for Luz’s guilt later. Twins presented as cool; v mean; rule breakers; inconsistencies wrt illusion magic; revenge on Amity for tattling on them. Amity diary entries.

S1E08 starts with Boscha, Luz recognizes her as a bully (weird framing with Amity). Body swap. Don’t buy premise of them not being able to empathize with each other; series started off with us weirdos sticking together, nothing done to undermine that. Would’ve preferred seeing them bond together. Interesting take with King wrt woobifying/coddling/babying characters. Unfortunate implications wrt framing of King as an adult sentient pet like creature. King is Luz, doesn’t act less mature than her; how old is he supposed to be? Skara isn’t that bad even in this. Luz does spell circles as Eda. Her AND OWLBERT get arrested by the EC. Lilith shows up; scouts react to her presence, she does command respect. Overrides orders to send Eda straight to conformatorium, to try to brand her into EC instead. Show won’t commit to Eda’s crimes. Ep includes rat worms, crow phones. Ends with Eda swapping everyone, it is horrifying, wild magic is dangerous ig

S1E09 Mattholomew human appreciation club. Gus lies about Luz being unbanned. Willow Disapproves. Friction between Eda and Luz about Eda’s ability (interest) in teaching Luz magic. Eda talks to Bump; he’s cool with Luz but Eda has a long permanent record. More about illusion magic. Like how terrible Matt is. Skara gets dragged off by a griffin and later has a cute scene “friendship is the real magic” lol. Gus’ weird wristwatch. Ghosts are little purple goo things?? Luz upset that Gus lied. Why Gus lied: being younger than everyone is hard, you get ignored. Bump promises to not tell the EC about Eda, “I’m a principal not a stooge.” Willow went to help but didn’t get to do anything?

S1E10 OWLBERT YES. King treated like a child, younger than Luz. Eda out of commission due to curse flare up. Willow and Gus (they miss the bus to wait for Luz at Willow’s prompting). Parents get children places by giving rise on staff confirmed. Half-owl beast, Eda “suggestible”. King uses her; he should’ve known better. Potion doesn’t work. King snaps her out of it 😒. Love BQ. Love Owlbert plot. BQ was right. Willow and Gus sidelined again. Gus “became slightly traumatized. Hooray!” No closure on main 3; potions aren’t working on Eda’s curse anymore. Ends on BQ cute.

S1E11 King and Luz write Ruler’s Reach. Eda dealing with curse and Lilith. Lilith starts off looking for bloom of eternal youth for Belos? Eda goes to follow Lilith and she tells Luz she’s leaving to an undisclosed location for a few days and Luz is fine with that. Stakes are building gradually. Skara author fangirl. Premise of Luz and King seems off, framed as King controlling the story. But Luz seemed to be controlling it at first, neither seem good at collaborating. Fun commentary on creative industry. Sentient abomination? 12:06 (see also end of ep 9). Glimpses of s2 Lilith. Interesting look at her and Eda’s relationship: Eda saves her then pushes her over to get to the bloom first; ends on positive note with her waiting for Eda to choose to join.

S1E12 Luz is the one to ditch Eda and King this time, for Lumity build-up. Idea of Azura book club brought up. Amity is much nicer to Luz; the twins are much nicer to Amity. Magic requirement at Hexside. MENTOR EDA. She hasn’t taught Luz any new spells but she has been reading her books about wild magic. Same problem as Teen Abom? Thing where Eda’s teaching method doesn’t work for Luz. Luz steals Amity’s training wand and angers beast. Gets Eda and twins (parental?) captured. Amity cages Luz to keep her safe. That’s what forces Luz to take Eda’s advice and listen to nature. Meanwhile King brings toys to life so that they tremble before him. Hooty murders them (played dark). Love the lore, hate the plot.

S1E13 Luz’s Hexside entrance exam, v interesting. Eda offer for her to back out, Quitter Badge. King eating out of Hexside’s trashcans. Willow explains coven head banners. Basilisk impersonating EC official. Track system; rule book made by EC. Bump follows to get donation from EC. Crystal balls used by oracle track (not just tv) and contain future telling ghouls. Detention track (with Viney). Needs to wait a whole year to try another track? “Maybe you’d do better in a human school” from Bump. Peaks into other classes - oracle seeing to end of life. All of them in there for multitracking 😒. Willow and Gus pitted as antagonists. She is consistently the responsible one of the two. King teaches a class. Bump does try to protect Amity from basilisk. Bump 300 years until retirement joke. Glyph magic hurts basilisk. Bump character growth re multitrack.

S1E14 Really small problems. “ready for trauma” line. About a Ferris wheel that gives you nightmares. Eda profiting off of Luz the human as a freak show. Owlbert is back. Willow gets to take some initiative, is the responsible friend. King portrayed as a kid, younger than the others. Consistent anti-law message with the show. The crowd wanted to see kids eaten. King explains it as demons do crazy things when they miss someone?

S1E15 where did my notes go??? It’s understanding Willow. Willow is hilarious. Christmas-ish is canon. Angry inner Willow is great. There was something else I can’t remember. More about mindscapes? Willow remembers what happened in there.

S1E16 Grom. Starts with Luz re Camila (she’d be freaked out by the demon realm haha). Amity is reflexively mean, catches herself when it’s “Luz and co.” Eda says Luz is human, fragile, so condescending. That’s what motivates Luz to take Amity’s place. This has those good scenes of Luz lying to her mom about her emotions via text. If Grom isn’t defeated everyone on the island has to live out their worst nightmare. “What’s the fun in watching a kid get eaten by a monster if it’s my kid?” I love Eda. Willow is more popular/confident at school now. Gus as MC; calls glyphs human magic. Bonds with King. Immersion broken by annoying meta humor. Grom!Camila hits so much harder now. Lumity displaces touching Eda rescue. Love Skara. End bit with Camila, Vee sending her letters, so cute.

S1E17 sports. Boscha intro, parallels with Willow into in ASIAS? Willow is popular. Amity counters Boscha’s snide comments, she grew up from being obsessed with status and challenging competition. New type of ghost, looks like a ghost. Eda used to play grudby. Can’t reason with crazy. Boscha says Amity went soft after Grom. Not after understanding Willow? Boscha can get away with murder bc sports. Lilith is back. Hooty grabs her from the forest. She’s here to arrest Eda. The jacket Eda gave Luz is her grudgby thing. Skara is mean but only via background looks. Willow has never played grudgby before. Montage joke. Luz pushes too hard. Willow does a last second save like in ASIAS. Willow the realist I love her. Also more anger. Amity really got boring when she gets her crush thing. Eda beats Lilith at grudby, can’t go back empty handed, tell him I put up a good fight. Luz learns fire magic. Skara isn’t on team at the end; sits out bc Boscha rejected Luz’s forfeit? Or just alternate? Starts off good game Willow at the end I love her. Ep ends looking like Amity is joining the squad; deceit.

S1E18 so much plot omg. Kikimora: DOU is approaching, others have blind many rogue witches to covens. Hooty is such an effective intruder alarm. What happened to the magic repelling cloak? Owl beast forever fate worse than death. The kids are so brainwashed. Kiki is the emperor’s assistant. “Witches had access to corrupt knowledge and that dishonored the Titan.” So much. “Good luck with puberty” such good delivery. Belos is straight up consuming palismen in front of scouts and everyone. Also clearly bad health. Threatening Liltih. “Stripped of your rank and banished. You know what happens to covenless witches.” With the heartbeat. Hunter standing there covered head to toe absorbing all of this jfc. Willow and Gus are the best. Interesting. Lilith says “these decrepit relics are useless” when she destroys the healing hat, but Willow and Gus’ relics worked. I wonder if it really could have healed the curse. Scouts are definitely watching Eda and Lilith duel. Bs Eda “wasting her magic” before she knew Luz. Didn’t have to make Lilith go so hard just to up the stakes, have curse triggered some other way. Emotional takeout tho tbf. Owlbert rescues Luz. Interesting found family bit, Lilith “Eda is with her real family.” SUCH a downer ending I love it.

S1E19 the cloak “to a young witch from her proud mentor.” The dagger is back. Luz blaming herself. Lilith to Eda “this is for your own good.” Belos teleporting. Lilith says Eda will become “a useful asset to the coven.” Mechanical staff appears; he uses it to make Eda present in owl beast??? Luz the human on his radar, he wants the portal. Lied to Lilith “don’t be naive it’s the Titan’s will.” He tells her to destroy Owlbert; inconsistent? PERRY YES. Excuse for petrifying her is refusing to join a coven and attacking a coven leader lol yikes. Willow and Gus are talking on their scrolls. Luz hates Lilith. Luz blaming herself again. Eda wanting to protect her. We’re a family 🥺. “You have a family already. Go back to them.” Luz so vengeful against Lilith. [Lilith calls Belos the most powerful witch on the Isles.] Paints it as Eda as a kid worked harder than Lilith, not sure I agree. Apparently well-known Belos quote, “To be great you have to make sacrifices.” Flashback background appearance from Oralia and Alador. Owlbert used to prove Lilith is legit. Perry calls her “Head coven leader” Lilith (when she’s tossed in the petrification cage last minute. (But the spell only hits Eda.) Hunter shows up again at the end. Must be busy after this between the portal door and the “promotion.”

[rush to catch up]

S2E10 Yesterday's Lie hits so much harder now. There is so much to explore with Camila and Vee's relationship. Both when Vee was pretending to be Luz and the immediate aftermath before the others showed up. And then the ending with Camila and Luz. Brutal. Also wish we could have seen Luz and Vee's relationship develop in TTT. Do they consider each other sisters now?

[butterbeerblurbs]

deja vu (but now with you) (f.w.)

💌: it’s hard to get over someone you thought you’d spend forever with... until fred weasley reappeared. 📝 word count: 19.3k words / fred weasley x florist!reader [ex!cedric; smol mentions] / 🌸☔️a lot of heavy post-breakup stuff, but comforting fluff and more fluff, healing process :”) / friends-to-lovers ✨ 💬: okay so, i can’t bear to write this in the way my brain initially jumped on angst, so i approached this song concept a bit differently! enjoy! 🥺

notes: set post-war, fred (and cedric) lives, hufflepuff!reader is a flower shop owner across of weasleys’ wizard wheezes. 🌼

🎧: inspired by deja vu by olivia rodrigo, i recommend listening to this version for this whole thing 💞

every morning when fred weasley heads to work, a location where he’s able to bask in his passion and hopefully bring a smile to others’, there’s one small thing he looks out for. it sparks joy for him almost immediately; dunno why, just does. he takes his time in opening the shop, counting down in his head to the voice he’d hear greeting him good mornin’, freddie! but as the timer goes three, two, one… huh, nothing. 

he gives it a few more seconds as he fumbles with the door, yet not a sound can be heard apart from the world coming to wake, along with the tapping of his heart in his chest and his breathing. confusion sinks into his features as his brows knit, the corners of his lips dragging down as he carefully turns around. as his eyes fall to the location of a certain flower shop that is normally lit up with a soft glow of orange as a sign of warmth and liveliness, is now a contrasting, gloomy hue of blue. 

fred gapes, almost losing his footing on the ground, never quite seeing this before since the day that shop had opened across from his. his senses kick in to shout, yell, do anything but remain still but what is he supposed do? instead, he closes his mouth and his jaw stiffens. his hands now clenched to fists when he swears he sees a silhouette pressed to one column of the glass windows, crouched to the ground and... shaking. 

he’s about to act upon his instincts but a hand stops him and the grip is familiar. his eyes flicker to a pair that’s similar to his and he frowns at his resemblance, “george, get off. i’m gonna–” 

“i know what you’re gonna do, but don’t,” the other warns, squeezing his brother’s shoulder. fred’s face morphs into one of disbelief, his arm flinging to the direction of–”y/n’s our best mate, and we’re not gonna check up on her?”

“freddie–”george licks his lips, sensing fred’s sudden urgency. a thing hasn’t changed since hogwarts when all of you were the best of friends, so george doesn’t expect anything less.

“what if she’s in danger? her shop’s never been–”before fred can continue rambling, george decides to intersect–”they broke up,”–”like that before–”those are the three words fred hadn’t expected to come out from his brother’s mouth. it seems like that was enough to get fred to pipe down, and george can see the words explain embedded in his irises. he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, “hermione sent an owl, said that harry told her, from cho, who’s...” george takes a moment to think through if he had said it right, but decides it wouldn’t matter anyway, “...with that diggory guy now,”

cedric diggory. yeah, that was his name. the person who everyone thought and swore would end up marrying y/n y/l/n and would go on to pursue anything and be successful and happy. because, how could that equation go wrong? the hufflepuff prince and the hufflepuff princess, together; it was a bloody fairytale. there was no way it was going to crash and burn–at least in fred’s eyes, anyway. he didn’t have anything against cedric, even going as far to admitting he was a good guy for you but... fred would be damned a liar if he said he didn’t harbor any feelings for you. 

somehow throughout the years in hogwarts, it seems like strings of fate pulled you into the mix of gryffindors. one day sitting next to fred for charms and he’s charmed. that’s how it all began, being in the same friend group despite being in different houses. fred could easily spot you in a sea of people. it’s as if you had the actual sun following you around, spreading warmth within reach. fred remembers fondly of his years of studying alongside you to be one of the best moments in his life. how unapologetically proud you were of him and his achievements, even being the few that stood up for him when people talked behind the weasley twins’ backs for ditching academics to open a joke shop.

when you got together with cedric diggory, fred saw how your life lit up. the fireworks embedded in your pupils and sparks buzzing on your skin, shaking you visibly whenever you talked about the hufflepuff prefect just seemed perfect. fred felt like cedric was everything he wasn’t able to live up to be. cedric was a prefect, adored by almost everyone he came in contact with, already had a plan that secured him well in the future after hogwarts. fred was planning to leave hogwarts to open a joke shop; without fully knowing if he would ever make it. and... you truly deserved the best. it was a hard pill to swallow, but fred lived the days after that praying for the days ahead of you to be kind and that you got everything you wanted. 

even if it meant he wasn’t the one you spend a forever with.

it wasn’t like you disappeared completely, either. just... in and out of moments. you still kept in contact with him and occasional visits to the burrow (because molly absolutely adores you and wouldn’t go without getting ginny to send an owl to sneak you back for a day or two during the holidays) but it was inevitable when you were together with someone else. your life had been intertwined with cedric’s, and slowly fred got to see less and less of you. 

then, the day came when you decided to pursue your dreams to open a flower shop directly across from his was when fred felt like the light returned to his life. not fully, but fragments and in tiny rays when he’s able to walk past and catch a glimpse of your smile; occasionally ask you out for lunch together with george, being reminded what it’s like to have you in his life was enough.

hearing you greeting him good morning each day like a blessing to be alive during a tough phase since the war ended. for someone who effortlessly lit up the paths you walked upon, it’s... cruel, that all the light was wiped out so quickly. fred feels himself being reeled back to reality when he feels a grip tightening on his shoulder. george wasn’t an idiot, he could read his twin like an open book and despite the fact that fred claims he somewhat got over his crush, doesn’t mean they didn’t just came back flooding like it was the first time he remembers meeting you all over again at the thought of you hurting.

fred releases a shaky exhale, eyes fluttering shut as he turns to face his brother instead of your shop a mere distance away. so close yet... so far away.

“i think we should give her time,” george lightly pats fred’s shoulder, “she’ll come to us when she’s ready, she knows we’re here,” george knows that fred accepts that when he shifts his posture towards their shop, a hand pushing the door open as george’s hand slips from his brother.

“f-fine,” fred mutters, but stops to look over his shoulder, pinning a look down at his twin, “you mark today’s date. if we don’t see her in a week, i’m gonna–”

“what are you gonna do, mate?” george tries to lighten the mood, yet, when fred doesn’t crack a smile, george quickly seals his lips shut. “i’m gonna break down that door,”

george’s smile fades completely, knowing very well that fred wasn’t joking.

//

quiet. dark. cold. alone. all of these things put together made up of your situation; replacing the four words we should break up, filled to the brim until your eyes couldn’t take it any longer. they fell to the wooden floor just like you did. and despite being surrounded by life–the unlimited supply of oxygen from plants and flowers engulfing you in–it felt harder to breathe. your throat felt like it was closing in on you the more you cried, and the more you tried to stop crying the harder it was to stop. the more you ached for someone to come and hold you, the further you pushed everyone away.

heartbreak: the intense emotional stress and pain that courses through your veins and strikes your heart apart. the longing, the loss, the pain. all struck in one harsh blow. you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t see it coming. 

have you ever been in a situation, where you knew the end was more or less near but just decided that hanging on until the last strand was the best resort? 

this. this had been it. this was it. and it came the day cedric brought up the topic of putting things to an end. if there was one thing you had to feel that was remotely positive, was gratefulness. that he didn’t dance around the topic, not quite one to drag things out apart from the timespan of four years together. though initially, it felt like betrayal. as if words and promises that band together as future strings tying you two to each other were all cut loose; burnt bridges almost instantaneously. that day with just four words you felt your world ripping to pieces and you hadn’t known how to put them back in place. something that was always certain, became uncertain; things that fit well on the shelf, all came crumbling down.

you dealt with it the only way you thought was best and that was self-isolation. to grief at your own time, to mourn for the person you were and anxious for who you were about to be. it was daunting; to be alone all of a sudden and to deal with your inner demons yourself. it was the... uncertainty, if you would ever be as happy as you were again; as you once was with him. that joy that was so easily within grasp, disappearing in a heartbeat. it was the pain that swam in your chest, unwilling to let you breathe.

it was the fear that you hadn’t imagined what would happen, happened. and as you sat lifelessly on the ground, trying to pick yourself up, you didn’t find the strength to. you’d hope the world would open up and swallow you a whole and end your misery.

you wanted to disappear.

//

six, five: fred tried to calm his nerves down, convincing himself that he’ll probably see you around. it’s just him overthinking, stretching out to the worst when you could be... fine. he had believed you were strong enough on your own and psyched himself up to not barge over when he had wagered seven days. he keeps to his word, a tiny portion of regret sprinkling over his fragile heart thinking about you suffering alone.

four, three: merely two days down and fred still hasn’t seen you. at this point george is still surprised fred hadn’t crossed his own words and instead chooses to abide by what he promised (or threatened) george.

two, one: feels like the hands of time was going by slower. he notices how certain things had changed from the window of your shopfront. some flowers disposed, a couple of items gone and he has a gut feeling it could’ve been something that cedric gifted. he tries to diminish the thought of you for the day, ultimately failing each time he gets a customer and the door opens that he hopes it would’ve been you.

now: fred’s standing in front of your shop, noticing how some of the flowers have wilted from the lack of life despite being a place so full of it. his hand reaches up to give the door a knock and he’s met with silence.

he thought he would be ready for this day but it turns out he wasn’t. his fingers are trembling as he pulls out his wand, whispering a soft alohomora and the door lock twitches, granting him access. he grips onto the handle, tugging it open gently to step in. what? he’s not a monster. he won’t break down the door when he’s got magic. as the door behind him clicks to a close and the heel of his shoe meets with a crack, he gasps as he flickers down to put together he’s stepped on a piece of a broken vase. the sound resonates through the quiet flower shop and fred has his hands up in defence when a voice that sounds too familiar vibrates his eardrums.

“get out, ced! i said i don’t–!” with a wand pointing directly between the pair of grey eyes you had expected to see, your hand shakily lowers down at the sight of hazel ones greeting you instead. it’s taken you aback, the same time your foot stumbles behind a step, almost losing your balance. the way fred flinches forward as if he’s trying to catch you makes you lower your wand even more, your gaze softening as you keep them on him. as if there was a small enchantment that keeps your attention on him and you can’t look away.

fred takes in your appearance; dark circles lining the under of your eyes that held so much warmth now filled with the kind of sadness that twists his heart. a cardigan hugs your body loosely, now noticing the stains on your shirt as well with your hair askew in a messy bun. he puts together that you hadn’t put in much effort and he doesn’t blame you. he couldn’t... but he still thinks even when it looks like the world is trying to drag you under, you still look beautiful. he presses his lips together, unsure of what to say, not even when you call out his name in a soft whisper: “freddie...”

after what feels like the longest time, fred carefully takes a step forward. when he sees how you’re not moving away, he silently walks towards you and places a hand over yours to put your wand down by your side. he puts his wand into his coat and proceeds to rest his hands on your shoulders. as if he’s testing the waters, he slowly nudges you into his embrace and it’s like a time bomb that ticked off the second you’re in his arms.

the tears fall from your eyes before you can attempt to hold them back, your wand is clinking to the floor as you clutch onto fred. he lets you take all the time you need to scream, shout; all muffled against his chest as you hold him like the only thing keeping you anchored. fred strokes the back of your head, his other arm hooked around your waist to squeeze you tight as you cry. 

the longer you hugged him, the more cedric’s face comes to mind and you hated it. you hated how you still see him even in another’s presence. you hated that you couldn’t hate him, either; flashes of happy memories from the day he asked you to be his, to going to the yule ball with your hogwarts sweetheart, to promising forever that came to an end. it only makes you cry even more, feeling the self-pity tipping your pride and it comes out in desperate cries and painful breaths to force your lungs to keep breathing instead of closing in and letting yourself suffocate.

fred was there to take it all in quietly, allowing your hurricane of emotions to take you in and to wash you out.

//

you didn’t know how long it had been but when a part of your self-dignity manages to pinch yourself, you’re pulling away from him. almost too embarrassed to look at him in the eye although he’s the one who broke into your shop. he does what he does best in situations like this, trying to diffuse the tension. fred keeps his hold on you, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back as you stare at his chest; now with darkened spots of where your tears had been soaked up.

“s-sorry, this must’ve been–”

“if anything, i should be sorry,” fred cuts you off before you can spiral down in your guilt. that earns him you tilting your chin up with a sniff, tears still trickling down and staining your cheeks but a glint of spark in your eyes.

“i mean, i trespassed into your shop so, consider this me making up for it,”

you scoff a laugh, using the back of one hand to wipe your nose, the other clutching onto the material of his coat, “you’re still a dork,”

“a dork’s that’s checking up on you,”

then it hits you, almost like a bucket of ice water over your head. it straightens your back and fred hates how you’re so quick to pull away from him as if he triggered something from within that makes you uncomfortable. his eyes snap shut with a soft hiss directed at himself as you start to walk away. upon hearing footsteps, he opens his eyes and tries to follow after you, past an archway that leads towards the back of your shop; a secluded room that looks like a mini kitchen with cabinets and a wooden round table.

"w-wait, ‘m sorry. i was just–i didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he remains standing by the doorframe, watching as your back’s facing him. you stood by the sink, gripping onto the edges of the counter. your head hangs low, staring down and refusing to look up. you swallow an incoming sob, voice soft as you reply: “no, i’m... ’m sorry, i wasn’t expecting anyone other than...” you took a pause, a deep breath, then his name burns your throat just saying it, even in a mere whisper.

fred doesn’t move from his position, knowing very well you need your space but he wasn’t going to leave you like this. so he waits, patiently, hands behind his back as he leans against the wall beside him.

“could you... give me a minute? i’ll be right out, w-with tea,” you’re stammering on your words and fred can hear the telltales of your crying again but you’re holding them back. he gulps and nods, despite knowing you can’t see. “earl grey, right?”

“yeah,” fred mumbles, watching as you fumble around the cabinets for a kettle and he decides it’s best to give you some space. he quickly turns away just as you turn around and he makes his way back out towards the front of the shop. he switches the lights on and notices some of the flowers had wilted but most of them were still as lovely. your shop had the feeling of nature and home combined in one; congealed with warmth and surely one of the places people came for comfort and messages through flowers. as he walks around, pressing his foot onto a soft crack reminds him of the bits of glass on the ground. he casts a soft scourgify and the shards were all gone, leaving the floor spotless.

he makes his way towards the table by the stairs, taking a seat there and he examines the steps up that led to your home. there were articles of clothing scattered that he whips his wand once, repeating the same spell that neatly folds your clothes and they stack on top one another onto a neat pile by one of the steps. he puts his wand away when he hears you clearing your throat, placing a cup in front of him as you occupy the seat across from him. the table was big enough for the distance, but small enough that he feels a light shuffle of your feet nudging his as you sit down.

“thank you,” he offers a smile and you shake your head at him, eyes pointing at your now neat pile of clothes along with the cleaned floor, “should be thanking you,”

“not gonna tell me to mind my business?” fred inquires, taking the first sip and allowing the tea to ease his thirst. your hands wrapped around the cup in front of you, glued to the surface as you watched it swirl. initially, a witty comeback struck your mind despite the havoc going on lately, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say that. instead, being brutally honest wasn’t quite out of your realm of nature, yet you couldn’t hold yourself back to at least filter through your words.

“how did you know?” your voice wavering as you spoke, eyes stubbornly avoiding his, still swimming in the contents of your tea. he leans back in his seat, a hand pressed to the side of the cup, the other on his lap. 

“hermione sent us an owl,” at the sound of a close friend’s name, you glance at him briefly before looking away again, “said that harry told her that cho told him that she’s... you know,” he lifts his brows in his playful nature before he continues, “doomed the rest of her life being with that git,”

for the first time in two (maybe three?) weeks, that actually made you smile a little.

“always taking my side before knowing the story,” you sigh, lifting the porcelain to your lips and allowing a small portion of your tea to warm your mouth.

“‘m sure i’m not wrong at that,” he leans forward, half-pushing his cup away to fold his arms onto the table. he’s able to smile when you don’t move away from him, now looking up to lock your eyes together. “this time... you might be,”

“you ready to talk about it?” 

“i don’t think i’ll ever be,” you bit down on your lip, stroking the cup to distract yourself. at fred’s silence, you let out another shaky breath, releasing your lip from your teeth to say more to yourself than him, “but then how will i ever get over it if i’m not?”

it’s moments like these fred is reminded of your strength that no one acknowledged you for. how afraid you were to the point you’ve isolated yourself but here you are, welcoming him with tea when he... "broke into your shop”, somehow picking yourself up when you probably didn’t want to. how you were willing to be brave for yourself to overcome your emotions even if you didn’t feel quite ready for it. it’s the unspoken, resilient moments that captured your nature and fred hopes you know how strong you truly were.

“ced broke up with me two weeks ago,” you took a lungful of air, feeling it inflate your lungs and deflate out the nose, hands still finding comfort in fiddling with the cup, “said he didn’t see a future with me,”

“so i left. packed right up, moved back in here and refused to talk to him since. well he tried but i threatened to hex him because you can’t break up with someone and not give them space to at least not hate you for breaking up with you first, y’know?” it was the hint of humor in your voice that sounded to a similar coping mechanism fred knows very well of. he plays along for now, nodding with a supportive of course, bloke’s got his wand up his arse.

“but i’d be a liar if i said i didn’t see it coming,” fred moves his eyes from your trembling fingers to your quivering lips. then he notices the tears pooling in your eyes, “i should’ve said something when i noticed how excited he was to meet with someone else. i should have tried to talk to him when i could tell we’ve had a good run for it and what we felt years ago didn’t compare to the way we did now. that we didn’t feel anything anymore but... i guess i was just ready to settle,”

the tears roll down your face, the same time fred shifts closer and cases your hands against the cup.

“...so naturally when he broke up with me, i... threw a mug at him because how could you eat my pancakes and then break up with me? at least don’t eat them,” the smile on your face slowly fades, replaced with a frown that drags the corners of your lips down when you feel a fresh batch of tears incoming. fred slides his chair closer towards yours and moves to put an arm around you. tucking your head onto his shoulder, he rubs your arm gently, partially urging you to stop or continue; whichever that you wanted was fine and you knew that.

“i still see him wherever i go, freddie,” the soft confession pricks his heart but he can only imagine how painful it must’ve been for you. he nods as a sign he’s listening, waiting for you to continue. “and it hurts, and i hate it. i just wanna forget but it’s so hard,”

fred leans his head by yours as you choke out a few sobs, all while he calmly strokes your arm past the material of your cardigan that hugs your skin. your hands meekly peel from the mug to wrap them around his waist, giving him a small squeeze. when it feels like you’ve quiet down, he finds the moment to say: “you’re gonna do better than he is, y/n. want me to go over his place and plant portable swamps everywhere?”

it manages to make you snort a laugh, lightly pinching his waist, “’m not stooping that low,”

“then know you’re already above him,” he pulls away a bit, looking down at you looking up to him, “and i know, cedric diggory isn’t a complete arse. he’s a good guy, sure whatever, doesn’t mean he didn’t hurt you, though. so if this is your way of coping to get over him, do whatever it takes. and know that my offer of haunting him with portable swamps is always on the line for the taking,”

it’s a soft laugh, but fred’ll take it. he thinks it’s impossible to sound so torn and beautiful at the same time but you’ve proven otherwise as the laugh cracks your throat having cried for days that your voice is giving out. you sniff a couple of times, sucking in the tears and clearing your throat, shaking your head as you lean into fred’s embrace, “sometimes i don’t know if you’re being serious but you always know how to make me feel better, freddie,”

“i’ll have you know, i mean business... and good to know i still have that ability.”

“the fact that this is the first time i’ve smiled in weeks, i’d say you do.”

a few minutes go by and you’re trying to collect your thoughts as you lean against him. as the cloudiness slowly fades, you’re able to ask softly: “freddie?”

“hm?”

“w-where’s georgie?”

“oh shit.”

//

that night you managed to put a bit of effort. going as far as a shower and opting for a (still) messy bun; deciding that jeans with a simple t-shirt hidden underneath your coat would suffice. then it was off to rushing to the leaky cauldron to meet with your friends who immediately light up at the sight of you appearing. they had expected (and would’ve respected) you to ditch because it’s not everyday you’re going through one of the toughest patches in your life. so when you’re here, within reach, they’re beyond grateful.

“was beginning to think you forgot about me,” george huffs, yet his playful demeanour takes over along with his warm embrace as he engulfs you into a bear hug. it felt nice; having people you trust care about you and filled you in that you didn’t have to be alone in your moment of suffering and heartbreak. just because things ended with cedric, doesn’t mean you had to push everyone else away. though, that was the mentality you had the day you moved back into your apartment alone and no one could blame you.

if they did, you had plenty of mugs you wouldn’t hesitate to fling their way.

the atmosphere in the leaky cauldron brings you back to old times especially with your closest of friends. yet, it felt like partial betrayal when they didn’t know of what truly happened behind closed doors. that your relationship with cedric hadn’t been a walk in the park as it had seemed; the rainbows and sunshine that everyone imagines was an imagery that grew further from reach when the butterflies had long died.

you let the night take its’ course, the twins’ ordering for you and slowly creating small talk. from their business, your business, and it reels you away from your toxic headspace of self-exploding for a minute. it was refreshing, talking to people who worried for your state of mind when you hadn’t cared much at all (very evident from the way you decided to show up). for a moment, you’re wondering why you debated to reschedule and for a second it seems like you were doing fine.

not until you spot a certain table at the corner that looks like it belonged to you and cedric; a signature location you two would occupy whenever you came here together. diagon alley became the place where you’d see cedric’s face everywhere considering your shop was located here and the memories came flooding in. you tried to suppress them from surfacing but it was hard. his face flashed before your eyes just as you closed them; how loving his gaze was as he held your face in his hands, smiling as he kissed you without a care of anyone watching. in public, in private; it snatches your heartstrings painfully at the recollection. how whenever people asked if you two were dating he’d proudly say of course, that’s my beautiful girl–“y/n,” fred’s voice makes you snap out of your little trance, dazedly looking up to him with a soft yeah? 

the sight alone made the two of their hearts ache. regardless of anything, you were still their good friend, and they didn’t like the thought of what they knew, what you knew, was upsetting you. 

“c’mon, let’s head back to yours for a bit,” george ushers you to stand, and for someone so unwilling to leave the house, you seem unwilling to leave the outside, “what? n-no–my place’s a mess, it’s–we haven’t finished!”

“oh, now you wanna eat, yeah?” fred snorts, already putting an arm to link with yours and so does george on the other end, “ready when you are, freddie!”

“you two are a bunch of–!” your voice gets cut off the same time whirls and the hues of the leaky cauldron dissembles and the puzzle pieces itself to the scene of the front door of your apartment. the longer you try to stall, the more you know they’ll want to wait so you waste no time in inviting them in and... boy oh boy, you weren’t being humble when you said your place was a mess. 

past the hurricanes and tornados that probably went through here, though, it seemed like a warm and cozy place. fred smiles at the sight; knowing very well if he had to choose an interior design that resembled you the most, this would be it. george nods in approval along with fred, and you groan, dragging them in and pushing them towards the dining table by the door. they meekly take a seat and just as you close the door behind you, you’re about to go to the kitchen to fetch them a drink so they’d drown themselves and give it a rest but a hand stops you.

fred slowly pulls you to sit down between them and you sigh, face buried in your hands. “whatever you two are about to say about my place, i don’t wanna hear it,”

the two glance at each other, fred nodding to george this time as a signal.

“it’s homey,”–“yeah, perfect.”

silence hangs thick in the air, something that the weasleys’ intend to break. starting with fred clearing his throat and george follows suit. “we have a proposition for ya,” george grins, reaching out to gently place a hand on your shoulder. you lift your head up, frowning at him, along with a pout that fred finds adorable despite the situation. “what is it?”

“well... we’re no life gurus,” fred starts out, george taking over from there, “but we think it’d be good if you spent some time with us,”

“yeah, it’s not good to self-destruct, see that diggory’s face everywhere you go in diagon alley,” fred adds on, and you scoff a laugh, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you lean back in your seat, "i’m not... self-destructing,”

“y/n,” you refuse to look at george, staring ahead at the empty seat in front of you that... cedric has sat in countless of times. you blinked his figure away, diminishing the sight of him when you see george waving his hand about your apartment.

“you mean to tell us that all of this,” george’s hand points to the pile of clothes in the corner, bundles of tissues by the bin surrounding the bin, not inside, along with torn papers scattered across the floor, “is a conscious choice of house decor?” when you bite down on your lip, nothing to rebuttal with, fred puts his hand on your shoulder as well, mimicking george’s as the pair of them assure you with a small squeeze.

“and as lovely as your choice of interior design, flowers and plants, some human interaction would do you good,” george nods after fred speaks, adding on, “you don’t even have to do anything, just... be at ours for a while, give yourself time to reprogram,”

sinking yourself deeper into the chair, you gaze at the both of them with a raised brow, “you mean to tell me your shop isn’t a part of diagon alley?”

“who said anything about our shop?”

your eyes flutter shut with a deep sigh, a hand of yours running through your face as you pinched the bridge of your nose. the burrow. a place that was a safe house quite literally during tough times against the last war but also emotionally when the weasleys’ had been nothing but welcoming towards you. molly had always accepted you and going as far as making a scarf and sweater for you. that was the highest compliment in the books. now you felt bad that you hadn’t spared a moment to visit them (molly especially).

“mum’s missed you loads,” fred chuckles, “couldn’t stop asking about you,”

“reckon she asks about you more than us,” george snorts, and the pair of them retract their hands from you when you don’t respond. they would’ve respected your wishes either way, but they strongly felt like this would do you good. better, even. plus, they know you know their intentions when they’ve known you far longer than you can remember. and that they’d never pressure you if you truly wanted to be alone. 

instead of giving them an answer right away, you sit up a little and glance at the both of them, your voice growing soft as you speak, “i’ll... let me think about it,” after a breath, you clear your throat to speak up, “i’ll think about it.”

//

that night, you lay in your emotions as they kept you awake. the floor felt humbling, as the cold wooden floor welcomes you and you managed a feeble blanket to cocoon yourself in as you stared at the ceiling.

what were you doing with your life?

if you started evaluating every single thing, you were set. you had a job you loved, a business that you grew out of the passion that drove you to study your butt off during hogwarts and being under madam sprout’s wing of apprentice for years before you budded off on your own. you were strong, powerful, a bright witch no one could deny. yet... there’s a gaping part in your heart when you start to think of the person who promised a forever; hand in hand when hogwarts faded and your life fully intersected with cedric’s. the honeymoon phase was beautiful, euphoric; the comfortable stage was amazing, filled with support and constant assurances to one another. the downfall was painful, how you could see the waves approaching but still choose to remain still.

everything started to cloud in, the tears in your eyes couldn’t stay there as they fall, soaking the blanket as you took in any bits of air into your lungs as you cried. feeling small, feeling alone, you curled up and allowed yourself to grief. to cry out as much as you’d want... promising yourself that in order to be strong again.

//

you come to wake when there’s a thud on your doorstep. had this been a couple of years ago you’d whip out your wand, a possible perpetrator about to cause a wreck. it’s been years since voldemort’s defeat, and though things resumed back to normal after the months of adjusting, you’d be lying if you didn’t feel a tinge of anxiety splitting your veins. you push yourself from the floor, squinting at the light of day coming through your blinds.

after giving yourself time to adjust, you finally push yourself up to stand and slowly approach your door. cautiously opening it, you frown at the lack of person there, eyes trailing down to a box. it’s small, manageable with one hand and you pick it up, quickly closing the door after that.

this time you opt to sit on the sofa, placing the box on your lap as you eye it curiously. you peel the envelope off the box and retrieve letter from it. as you flick it open, you initially snort at the handwriting. freddie’s got to buckle up on that. you’d imagine being a business owner he’d straighten at least his ‘l’s and ‘t’s but they still look horrible. it makes you smile a little at the effort, though.

y/n,

just know you don’t have to force yourself to come along with us, but this is mum’s effort to making you come. you know how she can be. don’t ever think you’re alone for a split second,

you’re one of the most brilliant people we’ve ever met, and it’ll be a shame if one puny hufflepuff derived you of your excellence, fine, we’ll go easy on all the comments if you do come!

also, the photo was my idea, not george’s. (george got you the snacks and of course, mum’s made the sweater because godric forbid me and george could manage that)

yours always, gred and forge

just as the letter slip from your fingers, you’re greeted with a tailored care package. brushing aside the snacks, the knitted sweater with your initials on it, the tiny trinkets of pranks (each labelled with a way to use it against cedric), you reach in deep and find a polaroid image of yourself. it’s an image of you in the burrow, just as the sun sets in front of you with the orange glow kissing your skin. 

you remember that moment fairly well. around fourth year when you had spent the summer with the weasleys’, fred insisted of having a photo for you to send back to your parents that you were doing great. what better way than to have an impromptu photoshoot? fred (and ginny, who claims fred can’t take a photo to save his life so you’d have a few backup shots from the ginger head girl) probably emptied a good number of films that day and you’re certain some photos ended up in his family’s photo book for keepsake. it wasn’t uncommon to have each other’s photos–you still kept a good number of photos you have of your friends as well, but to have fred send you back a photo of yourself, smiling that bright as if you had forgotten what it’s like to be that person in the image, tugged on your heartstrings.

you sat in silence that morning, inhaling this newfound air of self-appreciation and exhaled out the heaviness that hugged your lungs every night.

//

"we open in five minutes!” fred hollers just as he hears knocking on the door, busying himself with arranging a couple of new stocks on the shelf. he’s trying to figure out which looks better on the front that a few more knocks on the door confuses his train of thought. he huffs and puts the box down, walking around the shelf and approaching the door with furrowed brows.

as he swings the door open he’s–“sorry, love, but we’re setting up–”you grow wide-eyed at fred’s expression of annoyance, that it makes you bite down on your lower lip. in contrast to how he barged into your shop the first time and had a wand to his face, it’s like the roles have reversed. the look on his face dissolves into one of admiration, taking in the sight of you rather dolled up with a gorgeous yellow sundress hugging your body and just a hint of color dusted on your cheeks. you meekly offer the bouquet of flowers as a peace offering, and fred chuckles.

“wasn’t expecting a pretty lady out here as the first customer of the day,” he muses, accepting the flowers and opening the door wider as he steps to the side, welcoming you in. you quietly enter and it’s nostalgia written all over the walls. from the day they opened up until now, the years have gathered into the amount of experience and memories this place houses; it’s amazing how far they’ve come, making you feel this unspeakable feeling of proudness in your heart. their products have increased in range, a few more selected lines introduced and you feel like a kid again being here.

“here,” fred reaches for your bag and before you can tell him no, he’s already snatching it from you while george replaces your empty hands with an apron. you frown at the cloth in your hands, looking up to the two of them, “are you guys making me work?”

“just for the day,” george snorts, eyes urging you to put it on, “so you don’t run off and keep your mind busy instead of thinking of you-know-who,”

“i’m going to report to the ministry the abuse of labor without pay,” you narrow your eyes at the two of them. they half-expected you to throw the apron back at their faces, but fred lingers long enough to watch you put the apron on. of course, the hufflepuff in you would do just that. you’re pleased with the way the orange apron compliments your yellow dress. the small grin on your face almost sweeps them off their feet, a reminder of how precious you were that george and fred nearly have a telepathic message to make cedric’s disappearance appear seamless. 

“well, what can i be useful for, boss?” you look up to george who stands by the cash register, offering you a small smile as he moves to lead you to pick up what fred had stopped earlier. though you weren’t exactly yourself a hundred percent, fred feels relief knowing that things were looking up.

//

if there was a trait that the weasley twins’ had it was definitely smart. they’ve always had the wit and intelligence and you’re betting all your money from gringotts that they’re quite brilliant. just because they’ve invested in a life of jokes and pranks, people didn’t quite put together how they were so clever to come up with these inventions while attending hogwarts. you always believed in them; now you hate them, because they were right.

working in your own shop, there was a time to slack or just close for the rest of the day. well, in between you could actually look across to your now closed shop and it partially fuels you to be ready to go back to your passion. since it’s been closed for weeks now, a couple more weeks couldn’t hurt. it pained you that your flowers and plants have died, but metaphorically it felt like that part of you died along with it.

the day flew by quicker than you had anticipated. filled with tending customers, enjoying their reactions to products you didn’t quite knew what would happen, the bustling and excitement that filled the place felt like a different kind of adrenaline you were used to. at your place, it was more calm and collected; gentle admiration and quiet fondness. here it was the same feeling but elevated; louder, buzzing.

it rubbed off on you a little, that feeling lasting until the night time when the shop comes to a close. george’s off to fetch dinner, insisting that having dinner inside their shop would be better than going out. that leaves you and fred seated by the steps of the stairs as you lean back. fred snorts at the sight, but chooses to join you in attempts to half-sit, half-lay down.

“how you feelin’ today, champ?” fred nudges you with an elbow, and you smile at him briefly, before your eyes gaze to the purple ceiling with stars scattered across, your smile somehow fading. he notices this and the corner of his lips are already drooping down.

“not too bad, better than yesterday for sure,” you scoff at yourself, “slept on the floor last night. i am... a mess,”

“...a beautiful one, i reckon,”

you turn your cheek to look at him, seeing he’s already got his eyes on you.

“i could be covered in glue and feathers and you’d still call me pretty,”

“would i be wrong?”

“well–”before you can reply him, the door opens and it hits fred’s foot, causing two identical yelps to fly into the air along with a soft chuckle from you. “what on merlin’s beard are you two doing?! we have chairs and sofas and the two of you gits choose the stairs?” george huffs, stepping through when fred moves out of the way and you stifle your laugh, moving to stand and meekly reaching out to help george with the takeaway food. fred squints his eyes as you stalk off with quiet chuckles, to the back room where there’s a mini-like kitchen area to eat.

“oi! y/n! did you just laugh at us?” fred’s hot on your trail, george following behind closely. “not polite to do so when we bought you dinner!”

“i have no idea what you’re on about!” you holler, just as you reach the room and begin unpacking the food.

“oh yeah? then don’t eat the bloody food!”

//

it’s one of the first hearty meals you’ve had in a while; able to feel the food rest in your stomach as you lay in fred’s bed (he insisted you took his bed and opted for the sofa). george offered as well of course, but fred butted in and made you take his room instead. so here you lay, well-fed and showered, trying to get some rest after a long, productive day.

yet, your mind doesn’t let you rest even though you’re tired. the circuits are still running like they haven’t been switched off. when you indulge in one thought, that’s a mistake that triggers a domino of never ending thoughts; putting you in a labrinth further away from sleep.

//

fred jolts awake when he hears a couple of clinks from the bathroom. he fumbles from the sofa and rolls over, catching himself before he falls. as he stands on his feet, he gives himself a second to find his footing and he’s off towards the noise. for a moment he’s thought of getting his wand, but when he hears sniffles coming from the bathroom door, he’s quick to put together that the last thing he’ll need is his wand.

finding the bathroom door closed, along with muffles on the other end that he confirms are sounds of you crying, he grows wary. “y/n...?” his voice is careful, gentle, knowing how difficult it was to begin on a journey to pick yourself up.

“i‘m s-sorry–i-i didn’t mean to...” even when he can’t see you, you were still able to make his knees go weak just worrying about you, “i think i might’ve broken–i’m sorry...”

“c-can i come in?” he patiently waits for a soft sound of approval and when he hears it, he moves. his hand carefully twists open the knob, giving a small tug to reveal a sight that has his heart in the thorns. his eyes soften upon meeting yours; stained red and glassy with the tears trickling down your face.

fred gets to his knees and just when he’s within reach, he braces himself for the impact when you throw yourself to him. he catches you, and settles down to the tiled floor with you in his arms. he strokes the back of your head with one hand, the other curling around you to keep you warm as you let out the cries you’ve let rip through your body countless of times before you slept. as if it was a medicine to help you fall asleep; a dangerous knife that cuts deep and wears you down every time yet it’s the only way you know how to fall asleep if it wasn’t for the exhaustion.

fred cradles you, taking advantage of his larger frame to let you settle on him as he sits on the bathroom floor. he sighs when you sigh.

“this is exhausting,” you mutter under your ragged breath, sniffing.

“soon, you won’t feel it’s tiring anymore. then it’s a sign it’s getting better,” 

there’s this small tension hanging in the air when you ask, “what if it doesn’t?”

that’s when fred looks down on you, past your teary eyes and stuffed nose, he smiles, “you are one of the brightest people i’ve ever met,” he gently brushes the tears away with the pad of his thumb, “don’t let diggory take that away from you,”

“he...” you croak out with a sniffle, shaking your head as you tried again, “he didn’t take that away from me,” 

fred furrows his brows at you, hand squeezing your cheek for further clarification. “i took it from myself,” the confession was soft, yet genuinely painful. it hurt fred that you knew; that no one else had the power to do that to you other than you. the fact that you knew that, meant that you had thought about it and to reach to that conclusion alone must’ve been daunting. again, it’s not everyday you go from having a life partner you’d want to spend forever with to... not. self-doubt and self-consciousness would double up and act as a double edged sword which fred imagines would be rather... terrifying to go through alone.

“then let me–”he licks his lips“–let us help you,” 

he gives you a gentle nudge with the grip he has on your face when you don’t answer, only staring at a spot on his shoulder, “baby steps, yeah?”

you let out a tch, gazing down to the bathroom floor, “i’m such a baby right now,”

“hence, the baby steps,” he’s quick to retort, earning himself a smack to the chest. “you bumbling buffoon,”

he’s snickering quietly, taking no offense to your words, raising his brows in hopes to–“so what’d you say?”

"i’ll try... no,” you use both hands to clamp on your face briefly, as if you’re physically halting the tears and your voice sounds different when you suck up the tears: “i will try,”

"then you’re already halfway there, love.” the ginger head boy smiles.

//

whirls of wind engulf you as your eyes clench shut. the scenery before you swishes about in your mind and just as you open them when you found your footing, a familiar looking door is greeting you. you find your heart stuck in your throat, triggering your flight mode to run away because what if you start crying again? before you can let your thoughts overcome you, hands keep you grounded from both shoulders.

“c’mon, y/n, we’re already here,”

“mum’s gonna feed you so much that you can’t even think about running away,”

your eyes flutter shut as you nod shakily. they make a move to keep you hidden as they step forward and upon a few knocks, the door flings open almost instantly. you hear molly’s voice, out of joy as she pulls her two sons into her arms. fred snorts and bends down, george remaining tall as he cuddles the two of them together. words of you’ve gotten thinner! not in my house! and i’ve missed the two of you so much! continuously rings into your ears; the warmth and love molly had for her children made your heart swell. for a split second your mind was about to wonder off into dangerous territories, the small inkling thought of cedric almost pops in but when the twins step aside along with we’ve got a surprise for you, mum.

you remember to breathe and you open your eyes to molly’s loving, brown ones; instantaneously dissolving the imagery of grey ones threatening to surface. your voice can’t find a way out, unable to formulate a sentence or begin to say sorry it’s been so long. everything is swallowed and diminished when molly steps forward and pulls you into her arms. you can’t keep it together, already feeling teary eyed because it’s like she knows even before she asks anything. she hugs you for a while, for what feels like too long, yet not enough when she pulls back and frames your face with her warm hands.

she sniffs and rubs the under of your eyes, nodding to you and herself, “you’re here, y/n,” she presses her lips tight, noticing the tears pooling in your eyes, “you’re alright, sweetheart,”

you’re frowning to stop the tears from falling, hands shakily lapping over hers as you nod along with her. in the midst of all this, fred and george only stands by your side, watching it all unfold with a tight smile on their faces. it warmed their heart and pained them; to see you hurting and healing at the same time. neither of them can find the right thing to say, unwilling to spoil this moment for you but they crack when their sister approaches to hug you instead of them.

“oi, what are we, the mailman?”

“we haven’t see you in a bit and you hug y/n?”

“not your own blood brothers?”

ginny only grumbles a sod off as she steals you to herself and leaving the twins dumbfounded. though, they’re not entirely surprised.

“not even a hug after that?!”

//

time ticks by in the burrow like a dream; one that you don’t want to wake up from. being in ginny’s room takes you back in time as if you were still studying in hogwarts. sure, you weren’t in the same year as ginny but you always treated her like a little sister. something about staying in the weasleys’ for the summer and winter created a bond like no other, what more going through a war? ginny relays harry’s message of not being able to be here but that’s the least of your concerns. ron and hermione were a little occupied as well, but promised to visit you when they could. you’re grateful that ginny came back the moment she heard the news and of your visiting from her brothers.

the day pans out to getting used to being back at a place you grew up in. taking in the interior and the feeling of nostalgia flowing through your veins as it surges your memories of remember when we’s and remember that one time’s. hearty meals and friendly matches of quidditch to loosen the nerves; heartwarming conversations and playful bickering. though you didn’t participate in much, it was enough watching arthur asking the twins’ to incorporate muggle-like concepts into their pranks, the twins’ denying every single one, molly constantly shoving food onto bill’s plate for being too thin after being away, ginny grumbling to you of the events as of late as a player in the holyhead harpies. though not everyone is present, as long as you weren’t alone, that felt like a step forward already.

the night soon wraps up after chatters last into the night and ginny senses your emotional bank is running dry. she excuses the both of you for... the both of you and quickly make your way up. she gives you a look that you don’t need to say anything for the night and you gratefully thank her for that.

//

a soft creak on the stairs informs whoever’s downstairs that you’re about to come down. you hesitate for a moment, unsure if you’re ready for any human interaction when all you wanted a second to yourself to breathe alone. it’s probably nearing midnight if you basing it on your judgements, thus, the tranquility of the house welcoming you. even when it’s quiet and cozy, you can’t seem to fall asleep, which is why you've snuck out of ginny’s room and decided to head downstairs. your breath hitches in your throat when the person calls you out before you can back away, “lovely, i can hear you from there,”

molly.

you meekly make your way down and peek at her from the stairs, seeing how she’s already seated by the dining table. quietly, you make your way towards her. she’s seated near the corner, so you take the seat beside her on the other corner. her hands come flat on the table, faced up. it’s like there was an unspeakable force that directs your hands to place in hers.

she frowns at your cold hands, warming them up in hers.

“ginny told me what happened between you and...” her voice trails off, and you can’t help but giggle at her memory, “cedric diggory,”

she nods with a click of her tongue, “ah! cedric diggory, yes,” 

you can only smile at her, before you trail your eyes to the way she cups your hands. her thumbs stroking your skin lovingly. “i remembered the day you told me you were seeing him, so happy and full of love,” she swallows, shaking her head, “you wanna fill me in on what happened, dear?”

for a second you’re dumbfounded, unsure of how to retell a story you’ve said a couple of times. it feels tiring at this point, yet, the more you do it the more you’re able to succumb to the fact that you and cedric were no longer. that you came to terms with how you truly felt about the golden boy. 

it was true, sparks did fly throughout the initial years of being together but things got... muddled in between. as if feelings faded and you were too stubborn to acknowledge it. even with the way he spoke about cho, you should’ve known, should’ve spoke up about it but it’s a tough pill to swallow that your hogwarts sweetheart started having their heart skipping for someone else... along with yours unable to feel that excitement around him no matter how hard you tried. everything comes out like a small storyline that molly absorbs, listening intently to every word and encouraging you to keep going despite a couple of hiccups in between.

when you’re done, even including details of how you almost hexed fred when he entered your shop, that’s when your throat swells. a sign to stop speaking, a signal for molly to kiss both of your hands as a job well done. it makes you crack a smile, a small one. at your silence, she starts to speak, “sometimes things don’t work out for a reason, even if we don’t know the reason now. people grow apart from each other, people fall out of love and sometimes fall back in. some fall apart and fall for someone new. it’s a natural cycle and... it’s difficult, but sometimes it takes going through the wrong people to find the right one,”

a pout unknowingly forms on your face, squeezing molly’s hands, “what if no one wants me?”

she scoffs–offended at your remark. she gives your hands a good shake and it makes you look up to her. the fire in her eyes remind you of where all her children must’ve gotten it from. “don’t you dare say that in front of me. you. are. brilliant. anyone, and dare i say anyone who is so blessed to receive your love is the luckiest person alive. you hear me, sweetheart?”

you nod automatically, how can you not? one of the brightest witches boosts you up like that, like this, as if it was magic all alone.

"even if you don’t come across anyone,” she mumbles, “you should be enough for you,” then she nudges you with her elbow playfully, “plus, i’ve got six boys for you to choose from if you want. been beggin’ for a daughter-in-law like you,”

“mrs. weasley...!” you gape at her, and she’s surprised at your shyness but soon the pair of you start to giggle at one another. “but you know what i mean, right dear?”

nodding twice, she can hear the genuinity behind your words, “i do, mrs. weasley, thank you.”

//

molly bids you goodnight after a couple more minutes of chatting, allowing you to be alone as you initially intended. she does leave you with a chocolate bar, though, saying that there’s nothing that chocolate can’t fix and you’re agreeing to that a hundred percent. you’re savoring each bite, picking at it slowly as you look around the house, still seated as you admired the photos on the wall and the home decor that changed over the years yet held their homey sentiment.

"can i have some?” a voice perks from ahead and it makes you flinch just a bit. yet your anxiety soothes away when a familiar grin comes into view and fred occupies the seat molly had sat in earlier. his eyes point at the treat you have that molly handed to you and you huff, “your mom gave it to me,”

“you can share,” he persuades, wiggling his brows.

“no,” you answer, yet your actions prove otherwise when you pluck a chunk and direct it to his mouth where he gladly accepts the chocolate candy melting in his mouth.

“had a good chat with mum?” he asks, moving to rest his arms on the table, his head in one of his palms as he looks at you looking down at your candy bar. you nod with pressed lips, snapping another piece and taking a bite, before moving it to where you guessed fred’s lips were. he smiles a little and accepts once more, watching as you try to sort out your thoughts and emotions.

“she... she always knows what to say...” you flick the wrapping with a scoff, “that’s the bad part,”

“how’s that bad?” he snorts. “well, i was doing very good on my own and my self-assumptions so it’ll be nice to wallow in that for a bit,” you break another piece of chocolate, grumbling under your breath, “now i might consider apologizing for throwing a mug at cedric’s face, but he dodged so that doesn’t count, right?”

fred almost instantly shakes his head with a playful sneer, “nah, doesn’t count if the bloke doesn’t bleed,”

you feed fred another piece of chocolate with a smug look, “for that, you get a bigger piece.”

//

when the chocolate had been long gone in your bellies, filled up with some tea to wash the sweetness away, fred wordlessly guides you out the backdoor and you follow without a word. he links his arm with you and it’s a quiet moment of just walking mindlessly, allowing fred to lead the way. it comes to a halt when the pair of you reach a familiar looking lake that became a usual scene through your childhood holidays. summer, winter, they were all here.

yet, another memory as well as you sit on the grass, fred following suit; arms still linked together.

“it was here, wasn’t it?” you stare ahead to the horizon as fred joins your line of sight to where the moon’s reflection meets the water, “the time you said you’d murder ced if he broke my heart,”

he chuckles at the recollection, a promise made merely days since you confessed you had been seeing the hufflepuff, “offer still stands, you know?”

you sigh, leaning your head against fred’s shoulder, hugging his arm, “you’d only be wasting your time,”

“then why did you?” fred feels you tensing rather quick and he does, too. a part of him feels like he had gone too far, that he probably shouldn’t have said that and he instantly regrets it. “sorry–that was... i’m a complete arsehole–”

“i dunno,” your quiet reply soothes his erratic heartbeat, his mouth snapping shut in hopes you’d continue. he’s able to breathe easy when you do. “i guess a part of me knew it wasn’t him, but i was...” it takes you a deep breath in and out before you whispered: “...ready to settle,”

“why settle if he didn’t feel like the one?” fred asks carefully, rather curious at the information. for all he’s known (everyone, really), it always seemed picture-perfect the day you and cedric got together. sure, the occasional arguments and tears fred’s seen you cry for diggory but it wasn’t anything major before. this breakup has got to be the iceberg surfacing and shattering anyone’s perception of your relationship.

“i guess... i didn’t have a solid reason to leave,”

“bet you didn’t have a solid one to stay, either,”

you give fred’s arm a soft punch, and he only smiles at your action. a silent agreement that he’s right but you’re not going to say it–fred’ll take it. he gathers the courage to say: “maybe cedric did you a favor by breaking up with you,” that makes your brows furrow in confusion, peeking up to him a little as he looks to his side, meeting your eyes as he clarifies, “gave you a real chance to find someone who’ll love you unconditionally,”

you scoff a laugh and roll your eyes at him, “you say that as if there’s someone–”your words die in your throat when you notice the look changing in fred’s eyes, how his arm tenses, turning to stone. your body shifts from him and you didn’t mean to make him flinch by doing so; instincts got the best of you. 

fred wanted the lake in front of him to swallow him. he feels his insides turning inside out, doing a thousand of somersaults and making him sick. he can’t look at you in the eye, not when you’re staring at him intently. he tries to take his arm back from you but finds that he can’t when you’re tightening your grip on him, giving him a light shake to at least spare you a glance. when he does, he catches the way your eyes are wide, as if... you hadn’t known this whole while. the surprise poured all over you and rendering you just as speechless as he was.

“freddie...?” timidly.

“...yeah?” softly.

“am i... way over my head to ask if–”he can’t bear to her you say it, cutting you off abruptly, “n-no, you wouldn’t be,”

at his indirect confession, you’re uncertain of what you feel; you were going through a rollercoaster of emotions and this... this takes the cherry on top. your heart skips a beat, unable to hold back the swelling from within, feeling it quicken in pace as you subconsciously squeeze his arm and he tries to brush it off. he’s using his free hand to rub the back of his neck as he hangs his head low, avoiding your eyes, “y-you don’t have to say anything,”

he clears his throat, shaking his head as his eyes gaze back to the scenery he burns his eyes with in denial to look at you because he knows he’ll waver, “this wasn’t the way i planned to–not that i expected anything but i–well not anytime soon but... ah fuck...” clearly he was frustrated with himself and you tried to hold back the question from popping out, but it slipped past and fred catches it clearly.

“since when? before ced...?” you tilt your head at him and he chuckles, unsure if it’s pathetic to confess now but he does anyway, might as well. “way before that bloke,”

“why didn’t you tell me?” it was a genuine question and fred takes this time to look at you dead in the eye, almost scaring you at how serious he looks. you gulp, using a hand to lightly press onto his forearm and he chuckles, looking away and you feel like you can breathe again.

“i couldn’t just walk up to one of my best mates and tell her i’ve been in love with her for years, could i?” his gazes hardens at the water flowing in front of the two of you and you turn your body to face the scenery as well. “we... you were too precious to me, to put at risk of losing. no matter how much i wanted to be with you,” he exhales deeply, his free hand now reaching over to stroke your linked arm with his, making you jolt but... at ease at his gesture, even when he’s not looking at you, “so when you told us you were dating diggory, i figured,” your heart drops, “maybe we just weren’t meant to be,”

a frown pulls the corner of your lips when you turn to get a glimpse of his face; noticing how glassy his eyes look as the moonlight kisses his skin and looms over him, “you deserved someone better. at the time, i didn’t even know if i could survive on my own, let alone take care of someone,” he uses his shoulder to wipe his eyes before he takes a peek at you, unable to make fun of your frown like how he usually does.

“i’d never want that for you and you were happy with cedric. i was happy for you. that was enough for me to know you were in good hands,” he nods to himself, as if he had lifted up the burden from his shoulders by letting this all out to you, even if it wasn’t planned. he clears his throat at the silence that thickly engulfs the pair of you, sneaking in a glance or two to gauge your reaction but he can’t when you’re staring ahead, eyes slowly lowering down to the ground in front of you.

“y-you don’t have to say anything. i was just–”

“i... i mean i know that i don’t not like you,” it sounds ridiculous, but you can’t piece your thoughts together yet, choosing to say whatever comes to mind first. “are you takin’ the piss?” fred scoffs in disbelief and you register how that must’ve come out that–damn it. panic fills your system as you shift to face him and he naturally does the same, bracing himself for the rejection he’s played in his mind countless of times but when you’re visibly flustered, fred gives you time.

“it’s just... freddie, we grew up together. since hogwarts, since i came to spend the summer and winter breaks here almost religiously. i thought that what we had, or what i felt for you was just...”

“family?” he autofills your sentence, and you nod slowly, “yeah... then i tried to figure out what i felt by comparing if i felt that way for george or bill but...” your voice softens, “then ced came along and i thought that maybe it’s best to put it to rest, and that ced and i were meant to be,”

fred notices this time, your tone doesn’t sound as sad as it was the first time you told him of your relationship ending with cedric. you know, that day merely seconds before you’d hex him if he remotely looked like your ex-boyfriend.

“did you love him?” the question leaves fred’s lips before he can stop himself.

“i did,” you smile a little, and fred smiles along with you, grateful that at least you had been happy while it lasted, “i truly did but then i guess... not. he’s the braver one to put things to an end for the both of us,”

another awkward silence falls between you two and it felt like tiny needles prickling your heart at the quietness. fred’s still staring at you staring at his shoulder that it’s rather amusing. he’d be calling out on that if he hadn’t just confessed his love to you after harboring his feelings for years so this is the rare moment he’s waiting for you to speak first. your heart was racing, yet it slows down when you tilt your chin up and lock eyes with fred. there’s no denying you feel something different when it came to this weasley but your heart was still healing, still trying to put itself back together that it wouldn’t be fair on him if you jumped the gun. no matter how much your heart begged for comfort, the bigger person in you thought of the love fred deserved.

and it wasn’t going to be like this. not when you can’t stop thinking of another man. it was the least fred deserved. similar to how he was able to push his own emotions for the sake of yours, it seems like you can understand him a little when you’re willing to push away your emotions.

“freddie,” he was waiting for that. “hm?”

“i... i’m gonna need time to myself. i mean look at me, i’m a mess and–” oh now he can speak? “still quite beautiful for a mess,”

“will you listen?” you hiss at him, pinching his arm and he manages a quiet chuckle, nodding and keeping silent. “i don’t want anything to start between us, not because i don’t like you but because i... i don’t even know what i’m gonna do when we go back,”

he frowns, eyebrows knitted together at the center of frustration and he uses a hand to pillow it against your cheek, slowly directing your gaze to meet his. your eyes soften at the sight of his doing the same; mellowing down, comfortably settling around each other. 

“hey, i’m not forcing you into anything–nor am i asking because... well, i mean it when i say i’ve liked you for years but that’s on me and me alone, nothin’ to do with you,” he sighs, hand moving from your cheek to pat your hand, “i didn’t want to tell you because of this. i knew you’d feel pressured so... just think of me as a friend,” he meets with your eyes once more, finding that the feeling was mutual, “a friend who’s here to be you through a tough time,”

you nod with a smile, leaning forward and entering his arms that naturally spread open for you to enter. “thank you freddie,” your words are muffled against his chest that he gladly takes in, wrapping his arms around you as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, “never need to thank me, silly.”

//

the night for the two of you comes to an end when you two reach the door of ginny’s room. your hand is on the doorknob. you open the door and step in, turning around to offer fred a small smile. he nods for you to head in and you’re about to let the door close behind you but...

...fred hears his name being called out softly, to which he retraces his steps to where he had last seen you walk into his sister’s room. as he stands at where he had heard you call for him, he sees you stepping out and reaching up as close to his cheek. his lips gape at the feeling; a soft sensation tickling his flesh. it was too quick for him to react to it, only choking on his words when he tried to formulate a sentence. 

when you step back, you peek up to him shyly and offer a shy smile. fred’s face seemed to be tinted with a light shade of pink. his hand slowly reaching up to touch where you had kissed him and it makes you giggle. 

then, you disappeared from him when you really decide to head in, whispering a delicate goodnight, freddie before the door closes. he only made a sound in response; a mix of garble and a gasp that he’s embarrassed. yet, grateful that he was alone. he only makes a move back to his room after what felt like forever; his mind on repeat, replaying over and over of what just happened.

as he lays in bed, he’s got a big grin on his face, that rests easy as he falls asleep that night.

((”do i want to ask, y/n?” the red haired girl groggily asks from her bed. despite you being on the mattress beside her bed, you refuse to look up to her even when you can. instead, you dive underneath the blanket, your answer muffled but ginny still catches your voice: “no,”

“can i ask, then?”

“if i said no, will you not ask?”

she chuckles, voice hoarse and dry from her disturbed sleep but it seems like her curiosity was stronger than that, “i mean, you could always choose not to answer,”

you sigh and pull your blanket down, enough to catch her brown eyes staring at you in the dim moonlight, “what is it, gin?”

“did you kiss fred?”

at moments like these you were at least grateful ginny never did fancied beating around the bush. “...on the cheek,” you admit quietly, “any follow up questions?”

she refuses to give into cracking a big smile, allowing you to see just a small one before she falls back into bed and rolls over, “goodnight, y/n.”))

//

the days in the burrow had been blissful. a homey getaway with the people who welcomed you like family. it spanned from witnessing debates between bill and arthur about topics that collectively, fred, george and you decided it was not worth being a part of. opting to play games amongst yourselves by making it two versus two when you had ginny on your team. it most definitely took your mind far away from the thoughts that kept you up at night; finding that you were able to sleep at ease, like a temporary paradise.

temporary being the most accurate word when it came to an end; when you and the twins had a job to head back to. 

molly showers all three of you in kisses to last you for a lifetime. after promising her to return again (you most definitely included), the remaining weasleys’ bid you goodbye before you apparated back to the storefront of weasleys’ wizard wheezes.

when you do, fred and george are already speaking of the next time to meet so that you won’t have a chance to be alone but... their chatters die down when they notice your attention is elsewhere. it felt like you were in a trance, noticing the state of your shop and it how it looks like to everyone now that you got a good look at it. the pair of them watch as you’re being reeled towards your shop and decide it’s best to leave you be.

//

you went through a whirlpool of emotions as you stood in front of your shop. most of your flowers miraculously are still blooming, amongst some that have wilted. it makes you emotional just thinking about them; how they could physically describe your current emotions and situation. your heart ached at the thought of discarding the parts of you that died, wanting to hold onto the dried up petals, but anticipating for the growth and new flowers that could come from it once you had the space.

that night, you couldn’t sleep until you made sure you cleaned your shop to it’s tip top condition. not even caring to put your bags away, left stowed by the stairs as it felt like a much needed mission. you had been so focused that...

...fred and george smile from across the street. the sight of the orange glow slowly transcending brighter in the dark of the night as they watch the contrasting blue disappear. wilted flowers discarded, new flowers appearing at the casting of a spell from a powerful witch. it’s as if all they could do was watch, enchanted with the way sparks illuminate your shop that soon fades and they’re gasping at the flowers that appear.

george nudges fred with his elbow, “you thinkin’ what i’m thinkin’?”

“i’m on it, george.”

//

your morning started out more productive than you had planned. alright, technically, would it ‘start’ if the night didn’t end? your nerves had been buzzing throughout the night since you returned, willing to bring your shop back to life. be it metaphorically connected to you or not, it didn’t matter. what matters now is this... this was one of the things that fuelled your life with purpose and when things were looking up; a plethora of flowers and plants breathing again, it feels like you can, too.

after a well-deserved shower and putting on the sweater that molly made for you along with a pair of leggings, you head back down to your shop once more. cleaning the register, retrieving papers of receipts and invoices as you prepared to have this shop open and running again by tomorrow. as you crawl underneath the counter to retrieve your quill, the loud knocks against your door makes you flinch, bumping your head with a thud at the sound.

“open up!” a voice hollers, and it makes you squint at the sound, slowly rising from your position to get a look at who it is, “we know you’re in there!”

two ginger heads through the window of your door, grinning and relentless with their knockings as it grew more and more impatient. “c’mon now, don’t got all day!”

yeah, only a heartbreak that tore your life apart and trying to start over, don’t got all day to wallow in that in peace.

you pat down on your clothes, rushing your way to the door and opening both the doors with a huff, “couldn’t the two of you be a little patient? ‘m only one person running this–!”a gasp immediately snatches your breath away when the pair of twins step aside, revealing–”a-angie!” she chuckles and gladly accepts your hug when you pull her in for one, only to get distracted with–”katie!” as the girls come to engulf you with their embrace, over their shoulders you’re gawking at–”o-ollie! lee!” 

angelina and katie laugh, easily letting you slip through to allow you to step into two lads who could tower you but they turn to putty in your presence. they dip down and scoop you up, almost sandwiching you with oliver in the front, jordan from the back as a big bear hug. then it escalates when the others decide to join, half-suffocating you that–”g-guys, ‘m–i can’t breathe!”

“that’s the goal,” george whips, and despite your situation you’re able to wiggle a hand past the bodies and smack him. “’lright, let’s not murder our best mate here,” oliver laughs, a little lightheaded as well from the sudden attack. everyone finds their way into your shop; the scent of flora and fauna welcoming them along with this profound sense of home wafting in the air. naturally they found themselves sitting by the table near the stairs, one or two of them opting for the ground as they circled together.

“we brought a gift,” katie wiggles her brows, nudging angelina to–“no... you didn’t!”

it was a vase; a beautiful one, at that. it was bright yellow, with blue accents and plenty of white speckles all over. you’re marvelled by it, cupping the vase as you place it onto the table. when you gaze up, the group grows quiet as they anticipate the way you retrieve your wand, waving it in the air with a soft orchideous. from thin air, sparks follow the tip of your wand as stems of flowers appear; small daffodils blossoming into big and healthy ones as it sits in the new vase.

“to new beginnings,” you smile, at the flowers, then at your friends to are able to smile because you were... and at your own reflection you see on the porcelain.

//

the group continues on with the conversation. each of them taking turns on sharing what they’ve been up to and how things had been for them. when it came to the moment where you’d fill them in on how things ended between you and cedric, fred couldn’t help but notice the way your voice sounded different–not shaky like the first time you told him, not wavering like the second time you told molly. confident, a hint of sadness but... stronger. he can’t help but smile at this, catching your eyes as he does. as your voice lowers to the end of the story, katie and angelina are quick to put their heads on your shoulder, almost cocooning you while the guys... do their best at being guys.

“can i just say,” lee rubs his nose, shaking his head with pursued lips, “i never liked diggory,” at the remark, the group laughs, along with the teasing that starts brewing when george smacks him on the shoulder, “oh yeah? keep going then,”

“that git may seemed like a prince but he didn’t fool me!” lee puts his chest out and you chuckle, returning his fist bump that he extends out to you.

“lee,” oliver slings his arm over the guy, “he gave you a chocolate bar and you were swooning over it for days,” everyone starts to laugh again, wrapping a blanket of embarrassment over lee as he gawks at fred’s incoming words, “you even kept the wrapper, mate,”

“oi!” he huffs, “that was one time! and i was ten, ten!”

the whole gang continues to erupt in laughter, taking jabs at jokes and teases. doing what everyone did best: being there for each other. fred has his turn on poking fun at lee and you can’t help but let your eyes linger on him a while longer. how he looked full of spirit, the way his eyes casually look to yours and it’s like you can see how proud he is of you. his smile growing when you can’t look away, making it a goal to hold eye contact with you as long as possible. it’s not until oliver claps a hand to fred’s back, making the ginger head boy yelp as he whips his head to the brown haired lad.

“did you not hear us, fred? us fellas’ are going to get some treats for everyone,” you blink a couple of times to notice the guys were all getting up to leave, announcing they’d return with some goodies so the three of you would have girl time in peace. fred only frowns, but relents to being dragged out of your shop, to which you can only giggle as you wave them goodbye.

angelina and katie weren’t daft, but they won’t say anything about it. only glad that you’re smiling as if it’s the first time you’ve seen fred weasley all over again.

//

the next few days had been a rush, an actual rush you hadn’t expected. it’s almost like you forgot what it’s like to own a business, to be in control and made sure everything run smoothly as you tended to your customers. it was a nice feeling, reliving your passion of flowers and plants; breathing in life and whispering messages through petals and leaves. there was just something special about them... but man were they a pain to keep up with. it’s been barely a week since you opened and you’re already tired. 

ah, the perks of owning a business.

your eyes flutter shut as you step out to the sidewalk, relishing in the cool air that greets you. you let the door close behind you and after locking it with a spell (and a physical lock, can’t be too careful), your heels turn to lead you to–”freddie...!”

his wolfish grin appears, knowing he probably gave you a scare but he ebbs it away with his arms spreading open for you to step into. “hello there,” he laughs into your ear, giving you a tight squeeze before letting you go. you exhale deeply and blink up to him, grinning, “what do i owe the pleasure?”

“was just passing by, y’know,” he sighs dramatically, earning himself the roll of your eyes as you scoff at him. “and i just so happen to notice you finally stepped out of your shop after godric knows how long,”

from your grin, it turns into a sheepish look as you rub the back of your neck, shrugging, “i kinda got busy,”

fred loves the sight. the way the tiredness came in the form of doing the things you were passionate about. how your eyes are brighter than before, as if they’ve grown stronger. it makes him feel a tinge of warmth, proudness, everything bundled together.

“what about now? too busy to go to dinner with me?” he juts his arm out for the taking, as if he already knows you’ll gladly take it. you do. effortlessly stepping beside him and linking arms with a wink, “never too busy for you, freddie.”

for the first time in a long time, you were able to breathe easy; able to feel like you were one in your own skin and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than here. fred notices every single part of you; glowing. ethereal, almost too beautiful for this earth when you were at your heightened potential and more. he felt blessed, to be sitting across from you, sharing a meal together, and having the opportunity to listen to you talk about your day like a record player he’d rewind over and over again.

as the night ends, you have his coat on and the both of are you are at your doorstep. you’re carefully peeling off his article of clothing on you to hand it back to him and he accepts it with a small pout.

“you could keep it, y’know,” 

“and have you freeze on your way back?” you snort, pushing his hands back to himself once he grips onto the coat, “i’d rather not,”

“i’m only across the street,” he retorts with a playful sneer, making you poke your tongue at him. he offers you a smile as he gazes down at you, one of his hand reaching up to brush the strands of your hair from your face as he then lowers his eyes to reach for yours. it’s as if there was this magical bubble that encased the pair of you in; to be in your own little world.

“i had a great time tonight, freddie,” your voice came out in a mere whisper, shaking fred’s heart and delightfully tugging on his heartstrings. his voice, melts you like honey as he nods, “likewise, love,”

you see it coming in slow motion; the way fred leans in just a little but pauses, as if he’s giving you room to pull away if you needed to. for a split second your body urges you to respond, you’d want nothing more than to put your arms around him and kiss him until your lungs give out but something tugs on your heart just as you try. some unspeakable force holding you down and you manage so far as to brush your lips on his before you turn away, eyes clamping shut because you can’t look at him in the eye.

your lips part as a sob’s about to scratch your throat to escape and fred catches the way your lips tremble. you hear his coat falling to the floor, left ignored as his hands coming out to cup your cheeks tenderly, “hey, no no no,”

“i’m sorry–i just–”your hands hug your sides, as if you’re rooting yourself down. fred hushes you and carefully puts his arms around you, loosely. he remains like that, feeling each second pass like you’re going further and further away. yet, he feels you’re here when your hands gingerly reach out for him and you manage to slither your arms around his lower torso, pressing your face to his chest. he coos of how you’re doing so well, and that you can take all the time in the world if you needed and it makes you smile and feel guilty at the same time.

you really did like fred, but you didn’t know what was stopping you. the fact that he’s waited for so long, and to keep him waiting was–”stop that,” fred’s voice startles you from your thoughts, your eyes peel open at the sound of his voice that drops an octave.

he’s looking at your side profile to his best ability despite the angle, shaking his head when he notices the wrinkles lining your forehead and the creases on your nose as it scrunches from overthinking.

“how’d you know?” your voice’s still shaky, your heart still threatening to fall out.

“that you look like you’re thinking way too much?” he snorts a laugh, reaching up with a hand to pinch your nose, “this usually gives it away,”

you hadn’t realized you were frowning until fred mirrors you, and it became more and more obvious when he doesn’t move away from your line of sight. “told you to stop it,” he murmurs, now using his hand to pillow against your cheek, his thumb tapping the corner of your lips lightly.

“i really do like you, freddie,” your confession barely audible, but fred strings together the syllables perfectly as it echoes in his heart. “i know,”

“i’m sorry,”

“i know that too,”

at his repetitiveness, you’re able to feebly hit his chest, grumbling at him, “what else do you know?”

he exhales deeply and it takes every ounce of him to slowly peel you off him, holding both of your hands between your bodies. he smiles at how your hands fit in his, stroking the back of your hand as he feels your cold flesh warming up in his hold. 

“i know that whenever you’re ready, i’ll be here,” he assures you with a small, crooked smile and the warmth glazing over his hazel eyes. “‘m not going anywhere, y/n,”

“...promise?”

delicately, he brings them up and you watch as he plant a kiss on each one.

“promise.”

//

days since after that incident, things... had been different between you and fred. not quite a big jump but you noticed the subtleties. though you clock it in as him respecting your boundaries, that you’d approach him when you’re ready, it still... tugged a piece of your heart in a way you didn’t know why. or maybe you did know why, that you’d want his attention and adored the way he’d be in your personal space whenever he pleased.

it was as if he was trying to keep his distance and you picked up on it pretty quickly. instead of having his hand on the lower of your back as you walked, he kept his hands to himself. rather than trying to reach for your hand to hold, his hands remain in his coat as you reached whatever destination it was in mind. when he came to visit your shop, he did nothing more than a brief hug before making his leave.

the little things that he used to do; reach out to touch your cheek, trying to get ahold of you whenever he could and oftentimes, resort to locking you in his arms or resting his chin atop your head because he claims it’s not his fault you were at a height perfect for just that.

somehow... you didn’t like that. not one bit.

//

there were two knocks on your door that jolts you from your position on the sofa. you yelp a quick coming! just as you catch yourself before your face meets the ground. as you rise to your feet, you scurry over to the door and adjusted your appearance, heaving out a deep breath before you open it. your eyes expected to meet a pair of brown eyes with ginger locks, that perhaps your excitement visibly dies down at the sight of– “were you expecting someone else?” hermione pouts, already hitting your shoulder.

“no...?” you manage with a squeak, arms reaching up to her sides and grinning. sure, it wasn’t freddie but you would give your life to hermione without a doubt.

“wipe that lie from your face and give me a hug,” she grumbles, yet her actions prove otherwise when she allows you to wrap your arms around her, almost squeezing the life out of her. she returns your hug enthusiastically, chuckling as your leg comes up to hook behind her.

"i’m still so happy to see you,” you breathe, basking in her presence, refusing to let go even when she tries to shake you off (she loves it, she just won’t admit it). hermione had this aura around her that always made you feel secure; comforted you in ways like a sister would and cared for you almost too maternally (cues to the numerous of mother jokes you’d tease her with especially now that she’s with ron).

the two of you begin catching up like the time apart had never got in between. like two puzzle pieces coming together, easily mending and filling each other in of what had happened through the months of not meeting up.

then it got to the golden question, one that hermione was curious of and she’s not quite the type to linger around; target aimed straight ahead. “well...?”

you lower your teacup and sigh at her, raising a brow, “well?”

“...ron told me you went on a date with fred,” both of her eyebrows perk up, along with her lips pursuing; two things that hermione usually does when she’s expecting a follow up to what she had just said. you press your lips together, unsure of how to answer or reply.

you like fred, that much you’re certain of. but you’d be a liar to say you weren’t afraid. the thoughts of being left alone again, the idea that you could be in love with someone and they’d leave you even if they promised they wouldn’t. that fear still... scared you, so much that it’s making you visibly tremble and hermione doesn’t like that. “hey,” she sets aside her own cup, moving closer towards you and your end of the sofa. she waits until you put down your cup onto the floor and she tugs you into a hug, almost immediately resting her head against the side of yours.

“‘m scared, ‘mione,” it’s like you know before i even have to tell you.

“of what?” i do, but i’m gonna ask anyway.

“what if freddie leaves me like ced did?”

hermione frowns at the way your words tremble as the memories come haunting you again–and it’s not going to disappear anytime soon, but that doesn’t mean it can’t. she gives you a small squeeze, taking this moment of silence to properly phrase her words because she knows just how much of an impact they can have on you in this current state of mind. she exhales deeply and rests her cheek by your head.

“what scares you more?” she starts off softly, then her voice grows clearer as she continues, “if you never took the chance to love fred or if you did?”

like a missing piece to an equation you couldn’t figure out, it... all makes sense. between the two, it... scares you even more if you didn’t take a chance on loving fred, to fully come to terms that you were infatuated with him and to act upon it.

the butterflies that seemingly roam about every time you saw him and how they never did go away; possibly suppressed in the arms of another but when that set you free, the waves of emotions come willingly and drowning you in the warmth you ached for. you would regret with every ounce of your being if you didn’t take the chance with fred, and that’s pushing you to a mental decision, almost as if things were all falling into place. not instantly but... slowly, they’ll find their way there.

“'mione, have i ever told you i love you?” you peek up to her, batting your eyes at her. she scoffs a laugh when she sees how you’re literally sparkling, beaming with a newfound confidence that makes her feel at ease, “plenty, but i never get tired of hearing it,”

“well, i love you, hermione jean granger.”

//

before you opened your shop for the day, you decided to go on a small stroll on your own around diagon alley. your feet brought you wherever they wanted, allowing your body to navigate yourself around town. you pass by the bookstore and seemingly stop walking. gazing into the shop, your mind slowly replays of a moment when cedric would read to you summaries of books to entice you to buy them. making you laugh, playfully trying to chase the other down through the rows of shelves. it tugs on your heart, it always will, but the longer you stood outside the bookstore, your mind replaces that imagery with something else. 

the orange glow from one of the shelves morph into a recollection of fred reaching for a book you couldn’t reach because it was on one of the top levels. you remember his tease, the way he said as long as you were shorter than him it meant you’d need him all the time and at the time, you didn’t think much of it. now, as you stood alone and staring at your own reflection looking back at you, the image of fred appears next to you and your heart swells. yet when you turn to the side, reality reminds you that you’re on your own, which you’re fine with but... a thought pops in that it would be nice if fred was actually here.

as you move away from the bookstore, walking further down the streets, you’re able to clear your mind as you explore the places you breathed and lived but now it’s like you’re discovering it all over again. the ghost of cedric in your heart will always remain, but it’s lingering in the parts where it doesn’t have power over you.

what you feel now is the freedom you’ve longed for, the air that gracefully fills your lungs and exhales in gratitude of being alive; of accepting yourself, finding yourself after what felt like forever.

diagon alley became a place for you again... and a place where you’d silently hope to see fred in all the time. your home, was yours... and it’s a place that you’d want to share with fred weasley.

//

you’ve thought about a million ways on how you were going to do this. it’s been bugging you throughout the whole day at work that you couldn’t really think about anything else, especially when you hadn’t been sure of the outcome. well... you’d be a liar to say you didn’t think of the hundred and one ways it could go wrong, but that one where it goes right, you decide to man up and just do it. the second the clock strikes seven, you’re closing up at the speed of light, noticing that from across the street a certain someone was preparing to leave.

//

fred sighs as he leaves the shop, one foot out and then the other, his head lifts up and frowns at the sight of the flower shop he was anticipating to go over to is now closed. darkness enveloped the plants and he wonders if it’s the same fate that he’s feeling. he lazily drags himself to turn around, locking up his shop and deciding to maybe grab something to–”oh my goodness,” fred almost lets out a shout, his voice pitching up at the surprise.

you couldn’t help but giggle at him, opting for a small wave, “’ello freddie,”

he laughs along with you, shaking his head, “hi there, gorgeous.” his nerves ease themselves when you reach out to hug him, which he returns it gladly. he bundles his arms around you tight, lips instinctively reaching to your temple but he stops himself. clearing his throat, he pulls back from the hug and that was more than enough to give you the boost to...

“freddie,” you call out, hands carefully taking his into your own. “j-jeez, y/n, your hands are freezing. here, take my–“you tighten your hold on his hands, shaking your head, “d-don’t,”

fred gapes at you, feeling his heart sink at the rejection. he can’t help but feel like there’s more coming, about to drag him under the surface just when he thought there was a glimmer of hope. he bites down on his lip, nodding as he waits for you to continue. his hands are already growing sweaty at the thought of what’s about to come.

“i... need to tell you something,” you clear your throat after, now gazing down to your hands in his and it... feels right. you can’t put the words to it; unable to formulate the right words that could describe it but... it feels right. here. being with fred, hand in hand, together. two pieces that were meant to fit side by side that found it’s way back home. 

“i’m ready,” 

fred subconsciously tilts his head at your statement, eyes narrowing just a little. he doesn’t interrupt, though.

“at least i think i am,” you ramble on, shaking your head, “no, i am ready,”

“merlin, y/n, are you goin’ to war?” he’s chuckling nervously, swaying your hands, “what are you ready for–”his heart stops“–you, freddie,”

“i... can’t stop thinking about you,” the confession leaves your lips gingerly, threading its way into fred’s ears like enchantment; delightfully giving his heart a tug, “especially after our date and,” your head lowers and fred adores how you’re smiling so wide, yet shyly continuing to speak the words that spins him further and further wrapped around your finger without even trying, “wherever i go, now all i see is you, or all i hope to see is you,”

you inhale and exhale deeply, before gazing up to his eyes where he’s eager to meet yours. “it’s going to take some time before my heart feels like it’s at it’s full again but... i’d like it if you were by my side,”

fred feels his soul returning to his body, remembering that right, okay, this isn’t a bloody dream. this is happening. it’s happening. he coughs a few times, in attempts to clear his throat and to diffuse the heavy tension weighing on your shoulders. “a-anything else?” he raises a brow, wanting to make sure before he gets to say what’s on his mind.

you’re stepping forward, closer to him, tilting your chin up. “could we... try again?”

this time, fred’s unable to hide his smile as he uses a hand to tug you towards his embrace. one of his hands slip from yours to put around your waist to keep you anchored to him. then, his other hand frees itself from yours to cup your cheek, guiding your lips to his and your vision is clouded with the sight of fred that you soon envision the warm hues and tones of ginger as the taste of pumpkin greets your tongue. he has a habit of eating sweets whenever he’s stressed and it makes you smile, knowing that he was possibly just as burdened with confusion as you were.

your lips move in tune with his, eliciting a sound of approval from him as he hugs you closer, wanting to feel more of you. your hands lightly brush over his arms and onto his shoulders, folding and meeting behind his neck to keep him near. it’s a slow kiss, drawn out with kittenish licks and gentle flicks to test the waters; starting out tender, ending gracefully when you’re growing lightheaded and there’s an inkling fred can sense that.

you feel his forehead leaning down onto yours, heavy breaths hit your skin as yours does the same to him. fred opens his eyes first, granted with a sight that he’s only able to see in his dreams, now in his arms. he knows, that this would be a start of something beautiful, but it’ll be taken slowly. at a pace you were comfortable with. when your eyes peel open, your smile grows, a chuckle entering his ears like a sweet melody of all the things done right. all of the things that feel right.

“i wanted to ask something before that,” you feel your cheeks heating up, not from how close his face is to yours but the realization of what’s happening is making your heart swell, so much more when fred’s staring into your eyes like that. he strokes the under of your eye lovingly, his voice hoarse as he asks: “what is it?”

“fred weasley,” you swallow, smile growing wider as you continue, “would you like go out with me?”

you swear on your life that for a split second, you can see the stars sparkling in his brown eyes, “i’d be a fool to say no.”

((”here?” fred perks a brow at your choice, yet doesn’t question it when you nod with a big smile, excitedly dragging him into an ice cream shop of your choice. it had been a recommendation from hermione, that slowly became a go-to place with you and cedric in the past that... well...

the hues of dark blue and white come into your vision as you take in the interior of a place you used to love coming to, now shredding your heart to pieces. it didn’t help that you thought you were going to do so well, perfect even but you can’t. you can’t bring yourself to the counter to order, you can’t pay attention to anything let alone lead fred inside that you run out, feeling your guts twist and turn as nausea takes over your body.

fred catches up with you, hands firmly on your shoulder and clutching onto you before you can apparate away. he’s able to hug you tight, catching you just as the both of you stand by the door of his apartment. though his heart swells at the thought you’ve thought about his home instead of yours, the fact you’re crying and falling to your knees occupies his thoughts even more.

“you’re doing so well,” he murmurs into your hair, an arm keeping you up while the other strokes your hair. you shake your head profusely, ragged breathing distracting your thoughts, “i was–who am i kidding? this is a mess, it’s pathetic–”

“you’re doing amazing,” fred firmly squeezes you, hushing you each time you tried to degrade yourself and you stayed like that for a while. to catch your breath, to catch yourself, as your arms wrap around fred’s torso to hug him closer; it got easier to breathe when fred held onto you like the lifeline you needed.

“i’ll go in first, ‘mkay?” you peer up to him and he nods, leaning in to give your cheek a kiss, “i’ll come in after you, yeah?”

“if i don’t come out running,” you chuckle, and fred tuts, giving your back a small tap and you inhale deeply, exhaling as you push the door to welcome yourself in. you prepare yourself for the visuals of cedric to fill your mind; initially, they attack you like bullets, shooting through your brain. but as you welcomed them and smile to the worker, it all slowly fades.

you stand by the counter where you can peek at your own reflection, choosing the flavor you want. for a second, you see cedric’s smile through the glass, but it dissolves. replaced with just you and that was enough. you were enough for yourself and it was a journey to get here. opting for chocolate and strawberry, you’re about to pay but that’s when you’re reminded you’re not alone.

fred’s arm comes around your waist to string you aside, easily handing the money for payment that it makes your cheeks heat up. all he can do is laugh when you hurriedly take the ice cream in the cup, shoving two spoons before scurrying alone to the nearest–instinctive table that grabs your interest.

in this same spot for two sharing a cup of strawberry ice cream, there was no lingering ghost of the person you used to love. all you could see was your own reflection of self-love you had for yourself as you let the taste of artificial strawberry kiss your tongue and sweetening your throat as it thickly flows down. as you savour the taste of being able to love yourself again, you capture the ember of ginger coming from behind your silhouette. it makes itself known to be freddie when he looms over your shoulder with a smile that reflects yours, arms warmly coming around you and planting a soft kiss to the side of your head.

“got started without me, cheeky little thing,” he huffs, taking his rightful seat opposite you. his frown quickly fades when you offer to feed him a spoonful, which then deepens the initial frown when you playfully slurp it down. he squints his eyes at you and you can’t help but mimic him. he narrows his eyes at you with that thing he does with his lips whenever you tease him, yet they grow wide as saucers when you lunge forward, cupping his cheek to press your lips over his. it’s a blissful moment to share as you kiss him and he welcomes it.

he tastes the light sourness from the flavoring turn sweet as it rolls off your tongue onto his. it’s fleeting, almost as if the way your lips moved along his like a feather, then pulling away before he’s able to fully taste it all.

the aftermath of the kiss has fred feeling warmth spreading all over; as if that one kiss, morphed into butterflies that kept kissing his skin. your eyes, so bright and full of love, staring back at him like he was the world. never did he think he’d feel this, blessed to be the one he’s able to see in your eyes as it reflects his smile. your cheeks almost hurt from smiling so much, as if that’s the only thing you can do as you look at fred. more so as he reaches to feed you a spoonful of chocolate ice cream that it compliments the spark embedded in his hazel eyes.

as the peaceful afternoon drags on filled with ice cream and laughter, fred’s fingers between your own and feeling your lungs expand delightfully and contract as you breathe; this was where you struggled so much to be. and when fred looks at you like he did the day he met you, throughout the years of being by your side; as if he had watched you blossom through storms and hurricanes, now basking in the glow of the sun, you rest easy as your heart feels secure in your own hands, cocooned by fred’s.

a life with fred weasley was the one you’d wanted to live.))

[mini blurbs/drabbles from this au will be written! if you have anything you’d like to see from this, do let me know! i’ll do my best 🥴✨- do label it as dejavu!au to avoid confusion]​

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[resoyani]

Iruma kun wings headcanons 

One thing that has peeved me for a long time is how all demons seem to have the same type of wings. You have so many unique designs and even though the characters get different horns and sometimes tails, for some reason (almost) all of them get the same black bat wings, which just seems like such a missed opportunity to me

So even though at first I only planned to do a few characters I ended up having too many ideas which resulted in me doing the entire misfits + Ronove haha--

Clara - The demon Valac is said to ride a two headed dragon, so I gave her dragon wings. After seeing Urara I started associating his green-blue colour scheme with the Valacs overall, so there you go, Clara

Asmodeus - Azu’s mother is the head of lust, so I thought his family should have elegant, pretty wings. I know pink is stereotypical but their main colour is already pink so pff

Agares - They may be angel wings but actually a lot of demons are presented with wings like these. Agares is a smol prince with a pretty face so I thought soft fluffy feathers would fit him nicely

Jazz - Not much here, black wings seem to fit him fine, I just tried giving them a bit more personality. And they’re not actually torn, his family’s wings just grow like this

Caim - He’s an owl. He already has wings. Why would you give him another pair??

Elizabeta - After seeing that one panel in the manga I’m unable to imagine her wings as anything but gianormous so that’s personal bias. The flower pattern may be a bit too much but knowing her and her design I don’t think it’s too out of place actually

Kerori - Ice powers. Ice wings. Need I say more?

Goemon - It’s fluff, not feathers! He’s a fluffy mop so he gets fluffy wings

Lied - His entire design reminds me of a lighting bolt so I gave him aerodynamic looking wings. I feel like he could swoosh down really quickly with them! (Note I don’t actually know how wings or aerodynamics work please don’t kill me if I made a big mistake)

Sabnock - Cool and edgy wings for a cool future demon king (again they’re not actually torn)

Allocer - They’re chimera wings. I gotta say I didn’t have a great idea for him and wondered hmm what wings can I slap onto a lion and let’s say it’s good enough

Purson - Perfect tiny canon wings nothing to change here

Ronove - Big dragon wings to match his big lizard tail! 

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #m!ik #mairimashita! iruma kun headcanons #m!ik headcanons #too many characters to tag #mystuff #mypics

[thewriterowl]

Hi Owl! The Daddy Vader prompt was really sweet! But I meant adult Luke in my ask 😅. I've really liked reading different prompts about Vader treating rebel Luke like a child (guilty pleasure). I'm just curious how Luke would feel if Vader did something really babyish towards him in public or in front of other officials!

Oh! My bad lol Ok, so you may mean a bit more to @starboundanon level? I can't do his masterful level but I can certainly try!

So, just to be cautious, we'll do a TW here!

TW: mention of sort of infantilism

Vader discovering his child survived, his and Padme's child, short-circuits him. His dream of getting his family has not been forever lost. There is a chance for him to raise Luke and to have him be his baby, regardless that he is in his twenties. Vader sees Luke, sees him as his son, and his Anakin hindbrain goes "baby, baby, baby, my baby, my child, my son, my darling, tiny baby, smol" and is in full blown daddy mode.

Luke is dragged into the life of Imperial royalty and is hissing and fighting the whole way. But Luke doesn't have that level of power that Vader has. Vader is a Master, he has about thirty+ years of training more than Luke and is a direct descendant of the Force (though Luke, is far more powerful with the Force, the favorite). Vader puts him in represents until he can be trusted to not escape. Luke just growls at him.

Vader puts Luke in beautiful gowns to remind him of Padme or in nice, not as sharp but pleasant, white outfits suited for the Imperial family. Luke hates all of it. he tries to rip them up but he is always provided more the next day (he's certainly giving the royal tailors work). However, he does not rip up any that belongs to his mother. He can't help but feel connected and protective over them.

Luke is forced to be greeted as Imperial Prince or his royal highness or something equally horrible that he loathes. Vader always has his hand on his shoulder or back if he tries to fight against the titles, with his deep voice rumbling, "my son, if you do not cease this behavior, I will take it you need a nap and will put you down for one myself."

Poor Luke, in his twenties, is often looked upon far younger than he is. Some stupid delegates give him pats on the head, others speak to Vader on when Luke was a bit older perhaps an arranged marriage would be beneficial (as if he wasn't in marriage age already), or sometimes ignoring him outright as if he was unable to understand what was being spoken on.

Vader absolutely adores his baby. He tells him all the time how beautiful he is, how sweet and little, and how daddy will make this galaxy better and safer for him. That he doesn't have to worry about what those senators say, he'll find Luke a proper spouse later, but for now it is just him and daddy.

Luke is always introduced with so much pride and happiness, "this is my son" that sometimes he is a bit startled and unsure what to say or how to fight. He'd never thought Vader could sound such a way. And it makes him happy, as he had been starved for a father all his life. It was still too much that this man was the one who said it...but it still did something to his stomach whenever it happened.

But when Vader gives him a look through his helmet, or a smack at his buttocks, warning that he will get spanked...and he says this in front of everyone.

Luke is bright red because Vader has proven that he will spank Luke like a three-year-old, and will do it in public if he deems necessary.

#owl inbox #vader & luke

[mooshfluff]

🎥shows for smols🎬

⭐= my personal favorites

❤️Netflix: 

Shera⭐⭐⭐⭐

Miraculous Ladybug⭐

Winx Club⭐⭐

Kipo & The Age of Wonderbeasts

Voltron

Little Witch Academia⭐⭐⭐

The Dragon Prince⭐⭐

Green Eggs & Ham

Sophia the First

Molang

Pokemon⭐⭐

Trollhunters

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

3below: Tales of Arcadia

Avatar The Last Airbender⭐⭐⭐

Legend of Korra⭐⭐

Dragons: Race to the edge

Pocoyo

My Little Pony⭐⭐⭐

The Magic School Bus

Pucca

Hilda⭐⭐⭐⭐

Octonauts

Superhero Girls

Gabby’s Dollhouse

Hotel Transylvania: The Series

The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants

💙Disney+:

Bluey⭐⭐⭐

Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

Doc Mcstuffins

Winnie the Pooh⭐⭐⭐

PJ masks

Star vs The Forces of Evil⭐⭐⭐⭐

Big Hero 6: The Series

Tangles: The Series⭐⭐⭐⭐

Gravity Falls⭐⭐

Amphibia⭐⭐

The Owl House⭐

Big City Greens⭐

Duck Tales

The Lion Guard

Sophia the First

Sheriff Callie’s Wild West

Muppet Babies

T.O.T.S.

Henry Hugglemonster

Vampirina

💗Youtube TV:

Over The Garden Wall⭐⭐⭐

Infinity Train

Spongebob Squarepants

Wild Kratts⭐⭐

Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood

Sesame Street⭐

Max & Ruby⭐⭐

Octonauts

Bubble Guppies

Craig of the Creek⭐⭐⭐⭐

🧡VRV: (mostly anime)

Bee & Puppycat⭐⭐⭐

Bravest Warriors⭐⭐⭐

Usagi Drop⭐⭐

Poco’s Udon World

Hanamaru Kindergarten⭐⭐

Sweetness & Lightning⭐⭐

School Babysitters

If It’s For my Daughter, I’d Even Defeat a Demon Lord⭐⭐⭐⭐

My Roommate is a Cat

How to Keep a Mummy

Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Helpful Fox Senko-San

Himouto! Umaru-Chan⭐

Toradora!⭐

💚Other:

Adventure Time⭐⭐⭐⭐

Curious George

Trolls: Trolltopia

Trolls: The Beat Goes On

Clarence

The Amazing World Of Gumball⭐⭐

Steven Universe⭐⭐⭐⭐

We Bare Bears

My Little Pony⭐⭐⭐

Powderpuff Girls

Wonder over Yonder

#agere #age regression #cglre #cgsre #agere journal #regression journal #agere shows #smol shows #regression shows #regression #sfw agere #sfw cglre #agere cartoons

[burglar-bird]

Been reading Rapunzel ATLA AUs and just realized there's the perfect opportunity to make the tower Zuko (of course Zuko's the princess in this!) is trapped in Wang Shi Tong's library.

Crazy spirit owl obsessed with hoarding things? What's rarer than a smol fire prince blessed by Agni? He's the crown jewel of Wang's collection and basically nobody* knows the kid is there. So. That's ten thousand and one things this spirit bird knows, suckers.

*Admiral Zhao, soon-to-be-moonslayer and conqueror of the northern water tribe has no idea where the beloved lost Prince Zuko is. If he had thought to look for clues of the boy's whereabouts in the spirit library perhaps he could have eased the hearts of the royal family, but alas he did not think there would be preserved records of political intrigue on hand... such a shame, truly.

#prince zuko #atla au #atla fanfic #atla zuko #atla #zuko #rapunzel au #crossover #I made an au of an au trope I like sue me

[theavatar-asami]

HAPPY LESBIAN VISIBILITY DAY YALLLLL

Gonna list the characters I hc as lesbians/are canon lesbians

Azula from atla- suuuuch a gay. I find tyzula a little toxic but if it’s in a not canon au that they can be in a stable relationship in that’s cool

Ty lee, also from atla- such vibes. Would have THE best gaydar. Same stuff as above.

Kya from tlok- canon lesbian duh she’s awesome

Amity from the owl house- another canon lesbian, the gays do be winning

Emira from the owl house- it’s the vibes

Hailing from she ra and the lesbians of power- adora, catra, perfuma, Scorpia, huntara, Mara, spinnerella and netossa are all canon lesbians and I love every single one of them

Janai and Amaya from the dragon prince- cool lesbian aunts that adopt every traumatized smol person that they come across. Love them and they need to be official

Carol from the mcu- obviously. She’s captain lesbian. Stan this queen. There’s loads of good ships with her including but not limited to carolmaria, valcarol and carolnat go check those out

Maria rambeau from the mcu(spoilers for wandavision)- shes AMAZING and her and carol should have been fUCKING CANON and she was a BADASS QUEEN and I can’t believe they killed her off like that

Monica rambeau, mcu- sapphic runs in the family. Darmonica rights.

Ava starr, mcu- edgy ace lesbian. Love it, love aroace Ava headcanons as well.

Nebula and mantis from the mcu- these two both give off the vibe and would be adorable and pretty funny together, bugborg is sweet

Maria hill from the mcu POSSIBLY- I know she’s in agents of shield which i havnt watched so I don’t know everything about her, but if they give her a bit more story it’d be cool

*mentally checks off all the fandoms I’m in* aaaaaand I think that’s all of them! Let me know in the comments, who do you head canon as a lesbian/sapphic?

#tyzula #kyalin #azula avatar #ty lee avatar #kya lok #amity #lumity #janai tdp #amaya tdp #janaya #toh emira #catradora #scorfuma #spinnetossa #catra #adora #scorpia #perfuma #spinnerella #netossa #huntara #carol danvers #carolnat #valcarol #carolmaria #Maria hill #maria rambeau #monica rambeau #nebula marvel #mantis marvel

[purrincess-chat]

Cat’s Not-All-Encompassing Character Ranking

Okay, so I have to admit that I omitted a lot of characters I don't have strong opinions on. Most of them were one-off akumas, so don't get your panties in a twist, your faves are probably still on here (and ranked lower than you think).

As a preface again, these are just my personal opinions. They can't hurt you. You can still like characters more or less than me. And I don't care how you feel about them. This list is for me. And the person that asked for it. So shut up. Go make your own rank list if you’re so butthurt. 

We're going in reverse order this time, starting from the bottom:

84. Gabriel Agreste- I mean, is anyone surprised? I am not private about how I think Gabriel should go to jail. Or fall off a cliff. Or be erased from existence. Rip to those that like him, but I’m different.

83. Thomas Astruc- Honestly, he’s down here on principle. Self-inserts are generally a no-no, and I just laugh every time I see him on screen because he really put himself in this show and said boohoo no one appreciates me XD

82. Bob Roth- I feel like this one should also be obvious. He’s just a dick. Terrible human. I give him 0 stars.

81. Tomoe Tsurugi- We all collectively hate her, right? It’s not just me?

80. Su Han- This mans has small peepee energy. And he bad mouthed Fu, so get FUCKED, my dude.

79. Rolland Dupain- Listen, I get it, he liked Marinette in the end, but I could do without the racism.

78. Nathalie Sancoeur- My opinion of Nathalie took a nosedive after the s2 finale. I just do not care that she is in love with her boss. Don’t care that she’s dying. Just do not have it in me.

77. XY- Justin Bieber ass wannabe.

76. Nora Cesiare- I didn’t care for Nora. I know Thomas loves her, but the overbearing sibling trope is tired.

75. Anarka Couffaine- I underestimated how much I don’t really like her. Like, it’s not full-on hate, but I just do not care for her.

74. Otis Cesaire- Got akumatized because a kid said he could outrun a panther. I’m still not over it, Otis.

73. Andre Bourgeois- No love for the crooked mayor. I hope your wife divorces you. 

72. Alec Cataldi- The real villain of Stormy Weather. Like fr why is he such an asshole?

71. Roger Raincomprix- Is Officer Roger just doing his best? Sometimes. But like sometimes this mans just needs to take a chill pill.

70. M. D'Argencourt- Please get out of the 1600s

69. Ella/Etta- These two are basically the same character, and I am indifferent to both of them.

68. KnightOwl/Barbara- Listen, I would have liked you more if you were less controlling.

67. Majestia- Same as above, but like I guess I like you more

66. Theo- *Mean Girls principal voice* Stay away from underaged girls!

65. Andre the ice cream man- I just want a scoop of chocolate, Andre. Is that too much to ask??

64. Amelie Graham de Vanily- We haven’t seen much of her, but she seems like a snake bitch.

63. M. Kubdel- I mean, if my son wanted to resurrect an ancient mummy and believed in aliens, I’d give the family heirloom to my daughter too.

62. Jalil Kubdel- Lolol, buddy, pal, dude, my guy. Chill.

61. Vincent (Adrien's photographer)- Head empty. Mom’s spaghetti. Idk he’s alright.

60. Manon- I don’t hate Manon. She just gets on my nerves every time she talks.

59. M. Ramier- This mans got akumatized a billion times because he gets emotional about pigeons. I mean, honestly mood.

58. Mme. Mendeleiev- She doesn’t put up with Chloe’s shit, and we respect her for this.

57. Baby August- Someone just give this mans some food. He’s a growing boy.

56. Santa Claus- If I were Santa, I too would list Ladybug as the best kid in the world.

55. Art Teacher- He doesn’t even have a name, but I vibe with him. He seems like he likes to paint scenes of nature with his pet squirrels.

54. Prince Ali- Lil mans just wanted to have a good time. I can respect that.

53. Duusu- Duusu, I get that your Miraculous was broken, but get with the program, girl. You is a hostage.

52. Other Kwamis- Idk, all the ones we haven’t seen as much. I don’t have real opinions on them yet. Just neutral.

51. Sass- He gives me dad vibes.

50. M. Damocles- You go, you funky owl man

49. Jean (Chloe's Butler)- He deserves a raise. What is your name, sir? We may never know.

48. Mireille Caquet- She’s pretty cute. No complaints.

47. Aurore Beaureal- Baby’s first akuma. I love her design. She’s a cutie.

46. Claudie Kante (Max’s mom)- This womans just wanted to go to space and live her dream. We stan a hardworking queen.

45. Hot Dog Dan- I like him more than Andre the ice cream fraud. Sure, my hotdog might turn me purple, but if I ask for chili on it, I bet he’d oblige.

44. Nadja Chamack- I mean, she’s doing her best.

43. Audrey Bourgeois- So, as I said in the episode ranking, I have a love-hate relationship with Audrey. She’s the worst, but that’s why I love her. I love her ironically. Like, yeah she’s atrocious, but I just want to watch her burn the world.

42. Luka Couffaine- Directly in the middle, like he’s always been.

41. Nathaniel Kurtzberg- My opinion of Nath improved after Reverser surprisingly. I ship it.

40. Chris Lahiffe- I like Chris better than Ella/Etta. He’s just a little mans out here living life wanting to grow up. Don’t believe it, Chris. Stay little forever. Being an adult suuuuucks.

39. Fang the Crocodile- The goodest boy.

38. Nooroo- I just want to give him a hug.

37. Mlle. Bustier- She’s doing her best, but I mean, when ya whole class keeps getting turned into supervillains, I’m surprised she’s not an alcoholic.

36. Penny Rolling- I just like her. I think she’s neat.

35. Ondine- Mermaid queen! She’s so sweet, and I love her with Kim. I hope we see more of her in the future.

34. Marc Anciel- Marc is a little cutie bean. Idc if he’s based off one of Thomas’s irl friends. He can stay.

33. Wayzz- He loves Master Fu so much I cry.

32. Felix Graham de Vanily- I know everyone hates canon Felix, but tbh he exudes massive chaotic neutral gremlin energy, and I actually kinda vibe with that. And he pisses with his uncle which is a whole ass mood.

31. Tikki- Tikki is very cute, but bby please work on the preaching. You don’t always know what’s right, babe.

30. Sabrina Raincomprix- Sabrina deserves better. I hope we see good things happen for her.

29. Lila Rossi- Surprised? I actually like Lila. The first fic I ever wrote for this fandom was a Lila redemption. I think she is a good antagonist and foil to Marinette. I absolutely want to see her get dunked on in canon, but that doesn’t mean I hate her.

28. Wayhem- I don’t know why, but Wayhem makes me laugh. I love him XD

27. Uncle Cheng- He’s just a good mans with a birb who wants to make you tasty food. What’s not to like?

26. Trixx- Trixx shot up after GoS. Chaotic bean make Eiffel Tower go bendy

25. Jess- She’s pretty cool. She’s a vibe.

24. Aeon- The cutest bean!!! She saw Adrien and Marinette and said yep. Those two are meant to be together. Jess, we gotta make it happen.

23. Ivan Bruel- Ivan is such a gentle bean. We love him.

22. Mylene Haprele- Smol

21. Fei Wu- I still have not watched the Shanghai special with subs, but I liked her.

20. Gina Dupain- The grandma I aspire to be.

19. Marianne Lenoir- I love her. She is good. She and Fu are so cute. And she seems like she would have kicked le ass back in the day. (and even now)

18. Rose Lavillant- I am so excited for Pigella!! Rose is too cute. We love her. 

17. Gorilla- aka Adrien’s real dad. If the series doesn’t end with Gabriel getting yeeted into the stratosphere and Gorilla adopting Adrien, I don’t want it.

16. Clara Nightingale- She’s in love with Marinette. You can’t change my mind. 16 is also how old I hc her to be, so don’t nobody come for me.

15. Tom Dupain- Most. Supportive. Dad. Soft bean. Just wants to make you fresh bread.

14. Sabine Cheng- Good mom vibes. We love to see her.

13. Juleka Couffaine- Shy goth bean. Just wants to have her picture taken. Definitely a lesbian. We stan.

12. Nino Lahiffe- The goodest boy. He’s just out here doing his best, loving his friends.

11. Chloe Bourgeois- Chloe is another one I have a love-hate relationship with. Her brattiness is funny to me. We had high hopes for her. Honestly, she ranks this high because I like to play with her in fic.

10. Max Kante- He smol and smort. And I adore his friendship with Kim and the fact that he made an AI himself at 14. What a legend.

9. Alya Cesaire- Rip to Alya salters, but I’m different. Outside of Chameleon, Alya is fine. She’s a supportive bff. All yall people that are mad she doesn’t kiss Marinette’s ass all the time need to go out and make real friends. I said what I said.

8. Alix Kubdel- I love Alix. I love how she is always so done with all the lovey-dovey bullshit. She is tiny queen, and Bunnix, while OP af, is still super cool. We love to see her.

7. Kagami Tsurugi- I will fight anyone who shits on Kagami. She has done nothing wrong, you guys are just haters. All she did was exist, and yall said, wow what a toxic bitch?? Disgraceful.

6. Jagged Stone- We are going to ignore the deadbeat dad trope that canon thrust upon him. He is a Marinette stan, and we love that.

5. Kim Le Chien- I really love Kim, you guys. Does that surprise you? Listen, my favorite male character types are sweet beans and himbos. Kim is both of these.

4. Master Fu- If you didn’t pick up on how much I love Fu from the episodes ranking, then idk what to tell you. I want him to be my grandpa. I would trust this mans with my life. He did his best. You paint those pictures, you funky little man. I love you.

3. Plagg- My galaxy trash man. Love him. 10/10 chefs kisses all around.

2. Adrien Agreste- The biggest Marinette stan there is. I just want him to kiss her on the face. And marry her. Idk, I just think that would be neat if he could do that. I just want good things for them.

1. Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Honestly, are you surprised? I have always been and always will be a Marinette stan. If you expected anyone else to be in this spot, then clown suit rentals are off to the left.

#cat speaks #cat spoils #character ranking #okay fr tho dont ever ask me for anything ever again #take your complaints to your dashboard button and off my blog #idc if you dont like my ranks #theyre not for you #heck off

[fandomqueen44]

Descriptions of Illusia characters for art reasons

Probably never gonna give good descriptions in fanfic, so for all your artistic needs, here's the descriptions of characters!

......

Dallas

Human in looks, with large brown wings that look like a mix between an Eagle, Barn Owl, and Hawk. About a 10ft wingspan and his wings reach about the heels of his feet (like barely not touching the ground)

Pale skin with freckles dotted throughout but not heavily.

Wide almond eyes that are blue with a darker blue around the pupil.

Messy brown hair like what he had in the movie, but is much taller on top.

About 6'3

Wears no shirt yet has a pair of pants he wears that are made from brown leather and have a fur wrap around his waist. He has A flower on a vine wrapped around his left bicep. On his other arm he has a vine that moved around to various lengths. Wears a choker with a light blue gem in the center. Wears a flower crown.

Has pointed ears

Has deer like antlers ontop his head, but they look like that of a young buck who's growing them in still.

Very defined cheek bones

Tim Shephard

Human

Messy dirty blonde hair and brown eyes

No freckles but some scars (mainly on his torso where he was stabbed in war)

About 6'1

Usually wears a light gray tunic with dark jacket, dark pants, and brown boots.

Looks kind of like he does in the movie tbh

Strong man

Curly

Long brown hair he keeps tied back (his hair is also curly)

Brown eyes

5'10

Tan skin since he gets a lot of sun

Not as muscled as Tim but still pretty muscled.

Nice jawline

Pretty big eyes for a human.

Wears a red shirt sleeves shirt and dark pants with tall black boots.

Marcia

Smol 4'9

Really pointed ears (like....an elf but even more dramatic and pointy, baby yoda ish)

Solid black eyes that take up a lot of her face.

Little nose

Plump lips

Her skin is pale but like with a tinge of green

Wears I giant yellow flower as a dress

Black hair that has never been brushed ever.

Has a tattoo sleeve of a vine climbing up her arm with flowers on it. No color, just black ink

Cherry

Basically her movie appearance but as a deer centaur

White-tail deer specifically

About 6'0 with the deer body

No shirt but uses hair to cover her breasts

Wears a jade necklace

Has a bracelet made from the same thing as Dally's choker.

Usually has a bag on her side to carry rocks

Two-bit

Mostly human but with some....differnces

Has dragon like eyes even as a human.

Has scales on the really thin parts of his skin (i.e around his eye, elbow, knee, anywhere skin is naturally very thin)

Brown hair he swoops back with his hand and leaves it.

About 6'4

Long nails

His teeth are sharp like a dragons at all times, just smaller

Wears a white shirt, long black petti coat, black pants, black boots.

Large red wings (8 foot wingspan)

Large red tail (doesn't quite touch the ground)

When he's a dragon, he's about 40 feet long and 10 tall.

Solid red dragon

Has scars from many fights

Bob (Robert)

Light purple skin (lavender)

Curly red Linguini style hair.

Glowing orange eyes

About 6'0

Not very muscled, pretty lanky tbh

Soft features (pretty feminine for a guy)

Paints his nails black

Little fangs

Wears a black silk shirt with puffy sleeves, right black pants and black boots. Everything except his sleeves are skin tight.

Randy

Much darker purple skin (like almost black)

Glowing yellow eyes

Slightly bigger fangs than Bob

Silver hair he keeps in a mullet

Silk gold shirt, black pants, black boots. Not as soon tight as Bob's but still tight.

About 6'0

Darry

Tall man (about 6'6)

Dark brown hair

Gray eyes

Nice tan

Chiseled everything

Pointed ears

Elves are stupid pretty tbh

Wears seafoam tunic and white pants that hug that sweet ass, brown boots. Brown vest.

Sodapop

Very pretty like all elves

Wavy strawberry blonde hair styled very fancy

Pointed chin and features, but in a good way

Green eyes

Pale skin

Usually has his nails painted a bright color

Purple tunic with tight sleeves, black pants, black boots.

Lots of jewelry

Has a pet bird named Freddie that likes to sit on his head (a yellow parakeet specifically)

Honestly just a gay disney prince

About 5'11

Ponyboy

A nice mix between Darry and Soda in terms of face.

Brown hair he just kind of....leaves alone? Honestly looks like it's always windblown

Seafoam green eyes

Nice tan but not too tan

5'8

Built but not as much as Darry

Wears a black tunic and white pants with black boots.

Always has a book on him

Johnny

Little man (5'0)

Very pretty butterfly like wings yet they look like stained glass.

One wing has a crack in it which is why he can't fly

Nice coffee colors skin (like a nice medium brew)

Purple eyes

Likes to wear bright things.

So like pink shirt, white pants, brown boots, but honestly of it's bright he'll be wearing it

Curly dark brown hair that's curly and all over the place.

Has a wand with a star on the end like those toy wands

Has a belt with little pouches

Steve

Fish man

Just look up a picture of a zora from Twilight princess tbh

Only instead of a tail on his head he has curly auburn hair

Green scaley skin

Has fins n the side of his face and hills on his ribes

Has fins on the back of his calves

Webbed hands and feet

Smug man

About 6'0

Always has a spear on his back

Btw if you have any characters you wanna know about, just ask.

#the outsiders #illusia!verse #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #Two-bit Mattews #Steve Randall #Johnmy Cade #Marcia #Cherry

[smol-vampire-pwince]

My fav shows to watch/have as background noise for when I'm in smol space 🥺

The Dragon Prince

The Owl House

Trollhunters

Wizards (ToA)

Gravity Falls

3 Below

Avatar

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Little Witch Academia

Some older german kids shows

Sometimes Disenchantment or Carmen Sandiego

Pwease talk to me bout them! Especially the first few! 👉👈🥺

What are your fav shows? I wanna knowwww

#sfw agere #sfw kidre #kidre #agere #agere little #kids shows #age regression #age regressor #agere blog #sfw

[banalbones]

The Petite Prince: Chapter 5

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8

Chapter 5: The Treasure Hunt, Part 2

Summary: Roman is a child. Virgil and Logan lost him, and have been questing to find him for way too long. Remus loves his bro, but is feeling a bit more chaotic.

Words: 2485

Ships: Familial prinxiety, logince and Creativitwins. Eventual familial royality, roceit and DRLAMP  

Genre: Fluff with a side dose of angst

Warnings: A few swears, tiny blood mention, arguing, a mention of being unconscious, a dragon, falling, tell me if there’s any more!

Taglist: @pricklyfish777 @sunflowerblondeuwu  @itriedandimtired @draw-your-perfect-world @cemmy @battlebunnyteardropsinthesun @nonbinary-lizard-2

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The ‘twins’ were doing karaoke with the birds.

“Love is an open doo-oo-oor!”

The song was perfect for the pair, an adorable ‘love’ song for Roman, and a Disney villain tune for Remus.

Roman was grinning madly, his gap tooth showing, as his sweet little child voice perfectly nailed all of the notes.

“You’re really good at this,” Remus commented, taking a break from the song. “But Elphaba’s better.”

Cue the *o f f e n d e d p r i n c e y n o i s e s*.

“She’s a bi- she’s a bird! How can she be b- be better?”

Remus cackled. Annoying his brother was fun, even when he was a child.

He probably shouldn’t be thinking that, but still.

Quoting Virgil, sometimes I just gotta be me-an.

The smol one wacked his leg with the stick.

(Remus truly didn’t know how he kept getting it.)

“You know,” he said, “We could decorate the stick.”

That was a thing kids did right? Decorating sticks? 

Apparently it was, as Roman squealed in delight and jumped around, whilst simultaneously summoning paint and glitter and smaller sticks and a whole lot of other stuff Remus didn’t bother to acknowledge.

I would have just gotten blood.

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“Are we supposed to climb this thing?” Virgil asked incredulously.

Logan wasn’t looking at the tower, so much as the dragon. It had shimmering scales, the color of the sea, covering the entirety of its lithe body, with accents of a bright gold littered throughout. The sunset colored wings however, were the things that stuck out most.

The dragon was quite beautiful and had cool wings, in an abbreviated sentence.

It also appeared to be asleep, which was definitely a pro in this situation of cons.

“If we wish to retrieve Roman, I believe so.”

“Well, fuck.”

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Virgil for all his faults, was loyal. Or so he told himself. Janus (?!?!), when the emo was still a part of the Others, had told him that dark sides were extremely protective of what they deem to be theirs.

So he supposed it made sense that he, the literal embodiment of anxiety, was about to climb a fifty foot tower with no safety precautions, just to save the little prince.

He turned to Logan and grinned sheepishly.

“So, uh, do you want to start?”

Just because Virgil was going to do it, didn’t mean he had to go first.

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The Dragon Witch smirked slightly as she rested her scaled head atop the tower’s black roof, gazing down at the two sides.

Looked like it was time to drop the ladder.

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Logan rolled his eyes at Virgil and began to reach for the tower, not sure what he was actually going to do when he touched it, when suddenly a pile of pili fell on his head.

“What the heck?”

The sub-astute teacher looked up to see… a rope of hair?

What?

“It’s like in Tangled!” Virgil said, somewhat excitedly.

“The Disney movie?”

“The Disney movie.” Virgil nodded.

“So what do we do, climb it?”

“I mean I guess,” The Supreme Dark Overlord of Negative Commerce (That’s a throwback) paused, “Because I don’t see any stairs.”

Logan, once again, rolled his eyes.

Might as well start climbing.

And so he did.

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Roman watched LoLo begin to climb through the fly-eyes. It seemed so fun!

Maybe he could do that one day…

If Remus would let him.

Roman giggled.

He probably would.

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Remus had wanted to add a thorn bush at the bottom of the tower, to be true to the original, ya know? But the smol one hadn’t wanted them to get hurt.

Again.

So instead, he had come up with an ingenious compromise that Logan would have been proud of.

Put vines at the bottom, but make them look like thorns!

It would be so funny to see Virgil panic and try even harder not to fall, especially with the armor-

Oh yeah!

“RoRo, do you want to give them the armor now?”

The little prince nodded enthusiastically, his face scrunching up in concentration.

And then…

“I did it!”

Little did the prince know that Remus had done a slight flick of the wrist, ensuring that the metal protection would… weigh them down.

He may be my brother, and I still love and will protect him at all costs, but I am always a chaotic rat man.

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I can’t believe you acknowledged that you were a chaotic rat man.

I can.

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Patton hummed softly, twirling around as he made the brownies.

He had tried checking on Roman in his room, but the princely side hadn’t answered.

So, he decided to make brownies to give to Roman when he felt like he could talk to him again!

If he ever felt like he could…

Patton shook his head quickly, dismissing the thought.

He would! It was Roman, after all!

Patton swallowed.

It was Roman, after all…

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Logan was halfway up the tower (and the hair) when he felt a weight be placed on his body. A very heavy weight.

The logical side was now extremely glad he had made Virgil stay on the ground.

Gravity tugged a little too hard on Logan for his own liking, and then he was falling.

And falling.

And f

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Into a pile of thornbushes?

Logan inwardly groaned. It was like in the Grimm Brother’s version of the fairytale.

The prince fell into a bunch of thorns and got blinded.

I’m already blind enough, come on!

He barely registered Virgil screaming out his name through the rush of air and thoughts.

And then he landed.

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Virgil screamed as Logan fell.

He was gonna die!

Could sides even die?

He didn’t think so, but what if they could?

The emo’s mind was so filled with what ifs, that he barely registered the dumping of heavy metal on his shoulders.

It was like a weighted blanket but five times heavier.

“Oof.” He was pulled to the floor, just as Logan landed… in a pile of thorns?!

How had he not noticed that?

“Holy shit! Logan!”

He heard a groan.

“Ow.”

Virgil breathed a sigh of relief.

At least he was alive.

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You fell off a tower?!

Yes. I just said that.

How did you survive?

We’re getting to that.

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The teacher figure groaned as he opened his eyes. He wasn’t blind, and he wasn’t bleeding.

That was a good sign.

It seems I have not, in fact landed in a pile of thorns.

“Holy shit! Logan!”

Logan attempted to move his head. A fall like that could not be good for his neck.

He managed it, if only slightly, to see a raccoon-like side running, well trying to run, towards him.

“Hello, Virgil. Before you ask, no, I do not know how I am alive.”

“Are you-”

“Yes, I am indeed hurt,” Logan interrupted, “I fell twenty five feet, what did you expect?”

“I don’t… whatever. How come you’re wearing armor?”

Logan responded with a dry “You are too,” before craning his neck (ow) to see that he was, in fact, wearing a bunch of bulky metal.

It was very blue. Or indigo, depending on how specific you wanted to be.

“Why is it so heavy?”

“That’s because of Remus,” a very familiar, lilting voice answered, as weapons materialized in the boys hands.

“Oh shit,” he heard Virgil mutter.

Logan looked up (once again, ow) to see the dragon that had been sitting atop the tower flying towards them.

It let out a roar.

To mirror Virgil’s earlier words, oh shit.

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Roman stood proudly, brandishing his stick for all to see.

By all, he meant Remus and the birds, as they were the only ones left to see it.

(The other forest creatures had to go, they had told Roman, it was almost dinner time for them.)

Apparently, birds had really weird eating schedules.

Big me had a really weird eating schedule too. He only ate during the night.

That, along with the fact big him never slept at night either led to the little prince forming a rather intelligent conclusion.

Big him was nocturnal!

Like an owl!

Wait…

If Big him was nocturnal (or an owl)…

Did that mean ReeRee was too?

…

“ReeRee… are you a- you an owl? Or noc- or noc-tur-nal?”

The Duke turned.

“Also, do yo- do you li-li-li’ my stick? Its glitty-ery!”

The tiny royal’s big brother looked confused.

“No? Why? Your stick is splendiferous, by the way.”

Now it was Roman’s turn to be confused.

(He was happy with the reaction to the stick.)

“Big me is. How co-how come you aren’t?”

Maybe the lack of sleep at night isn’t something that owl’s do.

Oh! Elphaba’s leaving! Byeee!

The petite prince was so caught up in his train of thought that he didn’t see Remus’s concerned gaze.

Bye bye birdies!

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Virgil stared at the bedazzled dirk in his hand, the onyx gems glinting in the light of the fire.

Wait, fire?

The emo turned to see a large green dragon (?!?!) diving towards him, flames spewing out of its mouth.

A dragon?

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit

“Virgil! Move!” he heard a voice shouting.

But for a moment he was paralyzed.

Then, in a way that was opposite his regular behavior, he let out a battle cry and leapt towards the reptilian rapscallion (Roman would be proud), brandishing his weapon.

The dragon roared as Virgil threw one of his dirks, the sharp metal burying itself in a shimmering teal scale.

No blood emerged.

One weapon wasted.

“What the fuck are you doing, you inbecile? Run!”

For some reason, Virgil decided to ignore the admittedly good advice.

The dragon swiped at the anxious side, knocking him into the hard brick of the tower.

The scaled beast crept forward.

It poked Virgil’s head, slamming it back into the stone.

And then the world was fading to black.

Well, he knew that wasn’t good.

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Logan shut his eyes, restraining a groan of frustration.

WHY did people (metaphysical people) never listen to him?

Virgil was the smallest of the sides (apart from Roman, at the moment) and though he was fight or flight, the anxious side really didn’t know how to defend himself, especially against dragons. It also didn’t help that he only had a tiny daggers and a leaden suit of armor to protect himself.

Logan took a deep breath.

…

When the logical side’s eyes reopened, he was subjected to the view of Virgil being yeeted (slang words) into the tower.

Virgil was quickly climbing up the idiot list.

Very quickly indeed.

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Where am I on the list right now?

The same place as you were when this happened.

Where was I?

That is not important.

What? Yes it i-

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Remus was concerned. Which was weird for him.

What did the smol one mean?

An owl?

Nocturnal?

Was Roman secretly an owl? Or did his twin have a really unhealthy sleep schedule that led to negatively affecting his mood, energy levels and attention span, making him lash out in even the slightest of stressful situations whilst simultaneously causing his metaphysical human being-like health and mental health to deteriorate?

Nah, he was probably an owl.

And with that (most of) Remus’s concern washed away.

His brother was an owl.

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Roman was watching the battle through the fly-eyes. Well, battle was an over exaggeration. It was really just VeeVee getting smacked into a wall by a dragon (who looked suspiciously like the Dragon Witch Big him had killed a while ago).

The prince looked to where Logan was.

The nerd looked reeeeeally annoyed.

Probably because now he had to defeat the dragon all by himself.

What’s he gonna do?

Roman watched as the logical side got up, a broadsword appearing in his grasp.

The prince summoned a bowl of popcorn.

He should throw it. Mama should definitely throw it.

Logan threw it.

And missed.

The sword didn’t even get near it!

Come ooooon, Mama.

The dragon roared and pounced on Logan, baring its teeth.

Roman leaned forward, a handful of popcorn nearing his mouth.

This was getting good.

A drop of saliva dripped onto Logan’s face…

Aaaaaannd…

He was whisked away from the fly-eyes view by a pair of grimy hands.

“ReeRee! No fair!”

“Sorry RoRo.”

The little prince pouted, and Remus held something out to hi.

“Look I made a stick!”

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Did it work?

Did what work?

The stick. As a distraction.

It wasn’t a distraction, I just really wanted to show him my stick!

Liesssss.

It was also a distraction.

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Patton was becoming concerned.

Roman usually would have come out by now.

Maybe he decided to talk to someone else.

But who?

Definitely not Janus, for obvious reasons. Maybe Virgil?

I should check. Just to see if he’s okay.

I’ll bring the brownies.

Just in case…

And so the walk to Virgil’s room began.

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Do it for the child.

That was the mantra that Logan was repeating in his head.

He truly did not appreciate being carried through the sky in a dragon’s claws, especially since it had caused his glasses to fall off of his face.

For the last time, I’m already blind! Why is it always me?

It also didn’t help that every single part of his body was aching.

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Do it for the bean.

That was the mantra that would probably have been repeated in Virgil’s head at this moment, if he wasn’t unconscious.  

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Patton frowned.

Virgil wasn’t there.

Maybe Roman and his dark strange son were with Logan!

And so the walk to Logan’s room began.

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Remus giggled.

RoRo had forgotten about the fly-eyes almost immediately, being too distracted by the glowing stick.

He waved his hand.

A visitor (or two) was about to drop in.

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Patton furrowed his brows.

Logan wasn’t in his room either.

Were they all together?

Who else could they be with?

Remus?

It was worth a shot.

And so the walk to Remus’s room began.

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Back in the dragon witch’s claws, a fully healed, very confused Virgil awoke, and Logan felt all of his physical pain disappear, along with the stupid heavy armor.

And then they were thrown through the window of the brick monstrosity,

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As Patton twisted the door handle,

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As Virgil and Logan crashed through the floor of the tower,

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As Remus looked up to see the ceiling falling in,

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As Patton pushed open the door,

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As the left brain boys fell into the Duke’s room.

Oh boy.

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Roman looked up from the stick to see ReeRee grinning like a madman (That’s pretty normal), VeeVee and Mama sprawled on the floor (Yay! Why’s the ceiling broken?), and Da- Patton glancing around the room with a plate of brownies in his hands (ohnohonohonohonohonoh).

The petite prince was feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“Wha?”

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Thanks for reading this chapter of the Petite Prince!

(And by the way, at the time of the stick distraction, Roman is around five. If you’re confused, don’t be scared to ask.)

Any and all feedback is appreciated!

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Tagged by @paprikat​ (thank you so much!!!)

Tag eight people you’d like to get to know better.

Favorite colors: mostly blues, especially teals, and blues like you see on my sona. I also love a light purpley-blue, like the colour everything is just before the sun comes up. You know the crayola crayon blue-green? that. Lavender and silver are also strong contenders

Last song I listened to: ‘The Science of Selling Yourself Short’ - Less Than Jake

Favorite Musicians: wow ur really gonna make me submit myself to the terror of being known, huh. Okay buckle up lmao: The Highwaymen (and also all of them by themselves), Big and Rich, The Dixie Chicks, Alestorm, Babymetal, Blue Oyster Cult, Rainbow, The Mountain Goats/John Darnielle, The Oh Hellos, Jimmy Buffet, KitCaliber, Rotteen, My Chemical Romance, Joe Hisaishi, Shiro Sagisu, Prince Whateverer, whoever the FUCK composed for Wind Waker, and like, a lot of others but I think u get the gist. There’s no set sound 

Last Film I watched: Village of the Damned (1960)

Last show you watched: GOTHAM, BABEY. wait, actually it mighta been The Owl House haha

Favorite Original Character: THALIA, my DBZ OC. I just, I love her so so so so much? She deserves all the good in the world. People keep betraying her but she never loses that openness to let people into her life. Also she Fights Real Good and likes heavy metal and is the alien equivalent of age 10-14, her species is developmentally different from humans and it’s totally not just me being indecisive.

Sweet, spicy or savory: ???? ALL??? PLEASE??? I like adding sweet and spicy stuff to my meats. I made this rlly good pork loin one time that I had soaked overnight in peach wine and canned peaches and then slathered with peach bbq sauce before cooking it and it was so fucking good but like, I wish I had added spicy stuff. I bought some dried Carolina reapers and crushed em up and put them on chicken, it took me like 40 minutes to eat one little bit of chicken but it was so good.

Water, tea or coffee: TEA. I BUY SO MUCH TEA ALL THE TIME CONSTANTLY. Adagio Teas has my number lmao. Sometimes I do it quick and dirty in the microwave if I’m using bagged tea, otherwise I brew it. I have an electric kettle :3

Pets: Jack Russell Terrier, named Teddy Bear! :3

he looks like babey (and he is) but he can also be very r00d and will step all over u and sometimes sit on your head like his butt is a hat

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Nin’s Matchup!

(SFW + NSFW)

Matchup Profile: Sfw+nsfw matchup pretty pls! (1/5) Name: Nin>Female>5’4>Film & sfx/theatrical makeup freelancer>V athletic in MS-HS: ballet, was in volley ball, soccer &Basketball teams>Miss my prime days>Scared to start workout again b/c I’ll get lightheaded>If sum1 helps push me through initial fear, I’ll keep growing from there> Likes chilling in ballet stretch poses>paints, photographs&draws as hobby>draws a pic a day (mostly portraits)>writing a comic atm >Always plan contingencies.🦄

(2/5) >embarrassed of my loud laugh(it’s like Kuroo’s)>introvert>not afraid to lead a team tho> V shy & quiet most times>8/10 times, feels awk in public,like idk what i’m saying, but others told me I seem social>Once I’m comfy w/ u, i joke a lot(occasional mum jokes 2 annoy+Sassy dirty ones w/ S/O)>hides behind ppl who likes 2 talk, but not when they’re 2 loud>laughs @ mistakes/when embarrassed>Will stop mistreatment, even if I get in trouble>values communication&genuine discussions🦄

(3/5) Sings when home alone>competes @ Street Fighter tournaments, trains everyday 4 it>Sings “Hit Me W/ Your Best Shot” when fighting bosses in game&swears melodically when i lose>eats chips w/ chopsticks >make hats out of my cat fur when bored>Workahokic night🦉>likes 2 teach >full convos w/ my 🐱>LIVES in oversized hoodies & flip flops, regardless of weather>no pants@home!>Feels incompetent sometimes, but keep practicing 2 improve>Analytical fast learner>idk why ppl think i look innocent🦄

(4/5)>Forgets 2 speak eng when tired (Thai 1st lang.)>Headrubs 4 s/o every night b4 bed>will miss u but is bad@texting>yelps like puppy when I’m surprised>Unconventionally resourceful: Wire hangers’s fixes everything! >stress bakes & will gets pouty if it didn’t turn out well.>overwhelmed to water my 50+ 🌱 >Doodles on smt (always have a pen on me)when i feel socially anxious> 2 dance sober @ clubs> Wants a stable relationship where we work tgt like a team to bring out the best in one another🦄

(5/5) I like a s/o who is lovable, kind, genuine, mature, independent and caring, but can also joke & be silly with like best friends. NSFW: open 2 try new things>❤️restraints, blindfolds & sensual tickle sex (as lee+ler) but had always been too shy to share it with any1>occasionally self conscious of food baby+stretchmarks>🥰edging/teasing >has a thing 4 height differences (likes to feel smol lol!) & primal play.>Is a switch. I’m so sorry if it’s too much info! Thank you for doing this!🦄

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A/N: HI LOVE @crushzone !!!! I SMILE WHEN I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS GIRL I WORKED HARD ON YOURS OF COURSE💖 But no matter whaaaat I’m going to be very authentic in my matchups bc they’re based on compatibility and therefore, without further ado, lemme introduce you to your NEW BAE:

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KŌTARŌ BOKUTO 🦉

SFW:

so you’re a theatrical makeup artist.

Aight.

Mind if I offer you a word of advice? :

RUN

“DUDE THAT’S AMAZING IT LOOKS SO SICK!”

Startled by someone’s loud booming voice, you smudged the eyeliner you were applying to your actor’s face all over their forehead. Whipping around to see who had disrupted your work you were faced with a beautiful black and grey haired owl. A rather tall... and very attractive ‘beautiful black and grey haired owl.’

He started walking around the dressing room like he owned the place, touching everything.

“Excuse me, you don’t have a badge. You can’t be backstage—!”

“Pretty obvious don’t you think, Miss ________?”

You didn’t take his bait, refusing to give this stranger your name. Bokuto shrugged.

“Well since I don’t know your name I shall label thee—Miss HOT GIRL of the 9 Kingdoms!” He nudged the knight actor who was sitting in your makeup chair with his elbow. “Did I sound 15th century ish or what??” The owl turned to you expecting to be praised. “I had to meet the person who made the medieval vampire look so scary in the last act. But that guy with the lights didn’t tell me anything about you being so hot.”

You were speechless because he was hot too

But he shouldn’t be back here so you tried to shoo him out anyway

He allowed you to try to shove him out but he was way bigger than you so nice try sis

When he yawned while you panted because you weren’t able to budge him an inch....

Bokuto wagered that he would leave if you agreed to make him look like the Hulk with your makeup skills for a Halloween party he had to go to

You didn’t really want to because you were a professional and you had no idea who this owl was but because you had 15 minutes until the second act and you needed peace and quiet if you were going to finish your job!!! ....

( This boy was not peace NOR quiet )

You agreed.... but because you answered so fast Bokuto kicked it up one notch

Prince of pushing his luck (king is reserved for Shōyo‘s extra ass)

He pretended to allow you to push him out of the makeup room a few steps but before you closed the door he stuck his foot between the door so it couldn’t close.

Smiling, he peered back in, looking down at you:

“AND...... you have to agree to go on a date with me. Tomorrow night?”

“Ugh FINE!”

Bo removed his foot and let himself out with a bounce in his step.

SERIOUSLY WHO LET THIS MAN BACKSTAGE......

Needless to say, after a few dates, mans won you over like he wins EVERYONE over

It surprised you how comfortable you became with him but he just has that affect on people

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In terms of your athletic relationship Bokuto does many things:

He pushes you to go to the gym with him for one

He signs the two of you up for impromptu Beginner 30-day challenges that you both must stick to

So every morning for 30-days straight he jumps on you in bed to wake you up:

“NIN BABY TIME TO HIT THE GYM. BABY NIN TIME TO GET IN SOME SEXY GYM SHORTS. MON BÉBÉ NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN—“

“Kōtarō, please shut up.”

he doesn’t

He drags you there and eventually you get back into the swing of things.. killing it in the weight room with your supportive man cheering on your every rep!

You don’t even need him to wake you up during the second challenge!

Your volleyball player boyfriend also signs you up (without permission) for the neighborhood soccer team that Akaashi’s girlfriend is already on

You hated it at first because it was uncomfortable going back after not playing for so long but you soon realized that all the girls there were ex-athletes too and not stars

You formed amazing new girl friendships (especially with Akaashi’s gf) and double dates with them were one of your favourite nights of the week!

You owed that happiness in your life all to your Owl 🦉🥰

He and Akaashi came to every soccer game y’all had and you and the three of you went to all of Bokuto’s games, obviously

Btw you all were FITTTTTT OML

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In addition...

You already know that your man finds your artistic talents insanely fascinating

On your first anniversary together Bokuto gifted you with a new paint set and new French stand:

Because he admires you Bokuto also tries to draw and paint seriously just like you

You stand over his shoulder and give him corrections and baby owl learns so fast it’s amazing

You two make ‘paint night’ a thing when you move in together and it’s always the most fun event!!!!

Bokuto CONSTANTLY and I mean CONSTANTLY asks for you to add him to the comic you’re writing but you say no because he wouldn’t fit in

He sulks but one day you surprise him by showing him that you drew a cute soaring black and gray owl in the background of almost every outdoor scene in your comic,

you pointed out that it was him

BOKUTOOOO WAS SOOOOO HAPPY

HE WAS SHOUTING FROM THE ROOFTOPS

He called Akaashi right away and almost cried tears of joy hahahahaha

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Your contingent based lifestyle has saved your reckless boyfriend’s life and career many-a-times

It’s one of the things he loves most about you.

Also, it is important to mention that he is in LOVE with your laugh

Bby owl does anything to hear it and showers your face with kisses when you laugh to draw it out

He loves you so freaking much

When you don’t make sense and speak gibberish in public because your awkward side randomly comes out......your boyfriend loves to make fun of you:

“Huh? Nin, that wasn’t Japanese, that wasn’t Thai and that definitely wasn’t English. What planet is my adorable baby girl from, again? And how do I return her in exchange for a floating space car instead?!”

suh cute

All of Bokuto’s teammates really like you because you work in conjunction with Akaashi which means you actually have the magic ability to get Bokuto out of emo mode even faster than his best friend 🤯🤯🤯

When he’s at an away game in emo mode his teammates will literally FaceTime you and point their phone in his general direction

“Hey, Kōtarō!!!! Look, Nin’s on the phoneeee!”

Bby owl turns around slowly when he was sulking in the corner and when he sees you on the screen he’s running and jumping on whoever is holding your phone.”

“Kōtarō baby. You’re going to stop this emo mode right now. If not I won’t let you paint me nude like we discussed.”

mans was like: 😨😨😨😨🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

YEP the next second you see him hitting his best practice spikes and his teammate thanks you profusely

You do this several times until Kōtarō just knows to not go into emo mode anymore because you won’t be happy

A year into his professional volleyball career The Black Jackal’s coach sent a surprise fruit bouquet to your work one time:

With a note that read:

To Nin,

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Love,

The Team

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I know you don’t really like people who are considered “too loud” and Bokuto is like...... “MEGA LOUD 🎙 “ but you and Akaashi work together to quiet your boy down as he gets older

He’s perfect

And you love him

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OKAY THIS IS THE FUNNIEST day THING:

You know how you like standing up for people (even strangers) and stuff?

Well one day, you and Bokuto get caught on a show called WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Where the two of you cussed out this cat-abusing actor on the show in a convincing scenario!

It was PRICELESS

Bokuto literally tells everyone that y’all are movie stars because of it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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More in the relationship:

Bo is always singing with you 💞 when y’all make breakfast it becomes a national sport to sing at the top of your lungs!!

And when he sees you eat chips with chopsticks he’s pulling a Hinata “🤩🤩🤩” face .

He begs you to teach him how

So you try

......and try

..................and try

He can’t do it bruv 😞

You see bby Owl’s emo mode return for the first time in like a year when the chip shatters between his sticks again

This time, you have to enlist Akaashi as the FaceTime saviour and Keiji just tells him:

“Bokuto. You should prefer eating chips with your hands anyway. It gets to your mouth faster.”

cue Bo’s 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 face

........And all is well again

There’s more:

So you’re a workaholic?

Bokuto is fine with that. He just makes you promise that he gets to take you out on your lunch breaks a few times a week or whenever he can

He’s so sweet and your coworkers are BIG jealous of your relationship

Your man BEGSSSSS you to teach him Thai but you find it too hard so when he’s travelling on a long flight he spends the time learning the language on YouTube (and actually get decent at it) so that he can understand you when you’re sleepy😴🥺💕

When Bokuto surprises you by wishing you goodnight in Thai before he falls asleep (while you’re giving him head rubs), your heart explodes BECAUSE why is he the cutest thing in the world ?!?!?!

RELATIONSHIP COMMUNICATION:

You don’t text/you’re bad at texting? That’s fine, mainly because bby owl is so busy with volleyball anyway, but if you don’t text him back when he is feeling needy the boy will call you 20 times in a row

When you finally pick up, your heart is beating like thinking it’s an emergency

But he will answer saying:

“Oh, no emergency. I just want booty pics. Please, Nin babyyyyy?”

you’re like: 😑

ANOTHER CUTE THING YOUR MAN DOES?????

AIGHT:

It’s cringey but.......

When you’re at work all day doing makeup and he’s home he will send you pics throughout the day of him taking care of your plants like they are y’alls newborn children:

His text:

Baby look!!! Ollie the Orchid grew to 7 inches today!!! Yesterday he was 6.8 inches!!!!! They grow up so fast 😭😭😭”

Your reply:

Not quite as long as your dick, Bo

His reply:

I hate when you get me horny when I’m trying to take care of the kiiiids 😭😭😭😭

Dkm

Of all the factors you look for in a man, Bokuto has all of them

Like I said he becomes much more mature when you and Akaashi are his closest compadres

What people don’t know is that Kōtarō is actually very mature he is just a hardcore optomist (besides emo mode lmao) so people often mistake him as immature or dumb

But He’s far from it and you see that everyday

It’s why you fell for him

When dealing with serious issues that life has to handle, you see a different side of Bokuto, a real side, the side he shows in every tough volleyball game when he makes you metaphorically step behind him so he can deal with any problem that comes your way

He would literally withstand all your battles if that meant you’d remain happy forever

We stan a relationship like yours💞

NSFW:

okay so you know how you chill in ballet 🩰 stretches sometimes?

THAT DRIVES KŌTARŌ WILD.

It turns him on so much and he is constantly testing how flexible you are in the bedroom

When you keep meeting his expectations he is POUNDING you cause he is so turned on

He fucking loves it

It also turns him on when you’ll be acting shy and stuff but then randomly you’ll lead your neighbourhood soccer team like a BAD BITCH

When he sees that he’s already asking Akaashi how long until the game ends because he’s horny:

Akaashi deadpans. “Too much information. And the game just started 3 minutes ago. Get a water and calm yourself.”

Bo is sad but it makes for one hell of a I’m-proud-of-you sexscape when you get home from your game!!

Your dirty jokes also turn Bokuto on.

A lot.

A lot a lot:

“Bo.....I was joking.”

“I know but if I hear the word ‘dick’ coming out of your mouth I automatically think of you blowing me so now I want us to go home.” He whines.

You sigh. He’s lucky he’s so fucking hot.

When you’re playing street fighter every night this boy will not leave you alone until you cockwarm him

“Nin can you pleaseeeeee warm my cock while you train? I miss you.”

Your concentration turns him on so he has to ask nicely 😊

You love his dick so of course you oblige

Bby owl is so happy just sitting there being in your company and in your warmth but sometimes or every time he ends up thrusting into you

Sometimes while he’s giving you deep slow thrusts he orders you to keep playing or he won’t get you off

Damn 🤤

Let’s not forget also that you drive your man wild by walking around the house in hoodies all the time and nothing else

Every day, another hoodie will be found in various RANDOM places in the house because Bo flings it off you before he makes love to you wherever, and they go missing

Finally, when you get all sad and pouty because one of your baker trials goes to shit (ruined chocolate brownies this time, boo 💔), your boyfriend is taking your hand gently in an instant, leading you to the bedroom:

“Don’t be sad my beautiful girl, you know how much I hate seeing you sad. It makes me sad.! Here, come in the room and sit on my face—I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

WELL DAMN—😳💦

Maybe you should screw up brownie recipes more often.

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A/N: do you know the show what would you do??? Watch it on YouTube if you haven’t haha I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Bokuto being on it after reading your matchup profile!!!! I hope you liked it bb! Give me all your reactions, I want all the smoke 💞💞💞

#matchups #nin and bby owl #bokuto kotaro

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