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angelofrainfrogs · 5 months

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Spend the Night: Epilogue

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected.

Rating: T

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Simon says I found myself I cleaned the dust off of the shelf What's your choice? In the end I'll always be your friend

Well done, superstar! Shine a light, we're fighting the dark Well done, superstar! It's my grand design I'll never ever leave you behind

~Superstar by CG5~

Gregory had his fists balled in anticipation by his chest. Once Freddy moved his arms outward, Gregory belted out an excited shout before jumping into the arms of his hero.

“It worked! You look just like a person!” His face buried into Freddy's stomach, the softness of his sweater making Gregory even more tired than before. He felt as though he could pass out right then and there in a cloud of gentle comfort.

For Charlie, seeing a soul bound to a new body not of her own doing had been a little shocking. It would take some getting used to for sure, but really all that mattered was that Gregory didn't mind the change. To the boy, it was still his Freddy—this time with a noticeable heartbeat and a warm tone to his voice instead of a metallic echo.

“Look at us!” Charlie said with an enthusiastic laugh. “A bunch of totally normal people!”

Truly, it was a second chance at living for all of them.

Freddy held his son close and chuckled at his excitement, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed in his chest. Now that he had the facial features to do so, he pressed a quick kiss to the top of Gregory's messy hair, then looked to Charlie and Michael. He didn't think he'd be able to stop smiling for quite a while.

“Seems like you're happy in there, Fredbear,” Michael said, grinning back at him. It was endearing how Gregory clung, the boy's adoration for his father almost more obvious now that they looked just like anyone you'd pass on the street.

Well, except for the striking eyes.

Like father, like son, Michael thought, not feeling the need to point this feature out. Surely Freddy would see the faint electric glow as soon as he looked in a mirror.

“It will take some getting used to, but it is far from unpleasant,” Freddy confirmed, now rubbing soothing circles onto Gregory's back. The boy's grip had lessened, and when Freddy glanced down he swore the kid was actually starting to fall asleep.

Gently, he held him out by the shoulders so he could meet Gregory's utterly exhausted gaze. Automatically he tried to perform a health scan, but to Freddy's surprise no glowing light came forth from his eyes. Apparently that was just one of the many features specific to his Glamrock body.

“Gregory, you seem exhausted...,” he said softly. “Here, please get up for a moment so I can stand and then I will carry you, alright?”

“Huh?” Gregory was a little out of it, slow to respond when Freddy’s simulated heartbeat had him falling asleep right there. Getting the picture he rose up to his feet and held out a hand to his dad.

“Poor little man’s so tired he can’t even speak,” Charlie remarked, finding it simultaneously cute and heart-wrenching.

He must’ve been waiting until they got everything done to finally rest. Gregory’s mission for the weekend was complete, and now it was time to find a place for them to bunk out before starting the next leg of their journey into the future.

Freddy wasted no time hoisting the boy up, allowing Gregory's head to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped one arm securely around his back while the other supported him underneath. To Freddy's relief, the strength and effort used to lift him felt no different than when he'd done so in his old body. Perhaps the transition would be easier than he initially thought.

“Okay, time to get this kid a real bed,” Michael remarked, pulling Charlie to her feet as he got up as well. He patted his pocket to make sure Sammy's wallet was still there, then glanced side-long at Charlie. “Maybe you should see if Sam's still in Freddy's room? And if so, you can explain why a random man is about to come out of the storage area carrying Gregory... Also we should let him know that Glamrock Freddy's shell is back here now.”

It might’ve taken some time, but Gregory had fallen asleep against the animatronic’s formerly tough but smooth metal exterior before. However, now that Freddy resembled a soft human Gregory passed out immediately once tucked into his embrace.

Charlie reached upwards, fluffing Gregory’s hair without resistance for once. “Yeah—I’ll go and explain it. Maybe you guys should take the back way out of Rockstar row? I’m afraid of Sammy passing out again.”

She could see how stressed her brother had become over the years. He had the same round face as their father, though it had a gauntness Henry didn’t possess. Sam had also definitely grown into a more nervous demeanor over the years. Her carefree brother was now a suit, and a stressed-out one at that. Charlie wasn’t going to add on more than necessary unless she wanted to put Sammy in an early grave like the rest of his family.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best…” Michael spared a mildly concerned glance towards the closed door leading to Freddy’s room. “We’ll swing by the gift shop and meet you at the front doors; we can get at least one new outfit before we’re out of here.” If they wanted anything other than Fazbear merch Michael knew they’d have to visit a store outside the Pizzaplex, but for now he was content to grab some more of the free stuff. He had a feeling the others didn’t mind, either.

“Please tell Samuel that I am sorry for leaving so suddenly, but my body is completely functional if he would like to use it for another Freddy model,” the original Freddy requested, trying not to think about the existential crisis this might cause down the line. He leaned his head ever-so-gently against Gregory’s, who was still sound asleep. “I would also be completely willing to tell the other animatronics about my, ah… state when they are online again, if that is the direction we chose to go; I feel as though the answers they receive from staff might leave them with more questions…”

“Charlie will let Sam know; come on, big guy.” With an understanding smile Michael patted Freddy’s arm, urging him to follow as he started to make his way through the twisting corridors of the back rooms.

Now that they had no threats to watch out for, their trip was smooth-sailing. Within minutes they emerged into the bright lights of the atrium and Freddy looked around curiously, trying to tell if anything was different now. Really, the only things so far that were altered from his original body were the lack of technological overlays on his vision—he could still pull some internal health indicators up if he tried, though these were completely different to the ones he was familiar with—and a slight shift in height, which he was already adjusting to.

Still carrying his sleeping son, Freddy followed Michael into the gift shop and perused the shelves for a new outfit Gregory might like. It seemed as though Sammy had given staff a day off after his staggering revelation; the Pizzaplex was startlingly empty, save for a few fleeting people that were rushing for the exits. Clearly, everyone needed a break.

Gregory was half awake, half asleep. Finally his exhaustion could be seen through the cheap façade he managed to keep up the entirety of the weekend. The boy had his eyes closed, spurring to consciousness every now and then as his father went through the clothing racks before dozing off again. He managed to open his eyes briefly as he watched Michael peruse the various outfit combinations. Managing the strength to speak up, Gregory pointed to another tank top. This one was a muted pink, and bore a smiling Freddy head on its chest.

“I want the Freddy one,” he murmured, hand dropping back down again to curl up closer to the former bear once again.

Outside the storefronts, Charlie was walking with her brother. The two were laughing together and she popped the CEO playfully in the arm, her knuckles brushing Sammy’s bicep as she laughed at his joke. Catching sight of the others emerging from the shop, Sam raised a hand. He wasn’t too eager to see them leave, but couldn’t just go back to work trying to clean up this mess without saying goodbye to his friends.

Soon enough, Mike had a large bag full of various clothing options slung over his left shoulder. They’d even picked out a new outfit for Freddy if he got tired of the sweater and blue jeans he currently wore. Michael didn’t change yet, though a crimson red beanie with a little classic Foxy decal had been pulled over his head to cover the dried, matted blood. He had a feeling their ragtag group might attract unwanted attention until they recovered from the shock of actually being outside, so Mike didn’t want his already-healed wound to summon more of it. As they stepped out into the lobby, they caught sight of Charlie and Sammy lingering nearby.

“Hey!” Michael called with a wave, walking over to them. “We’re all set if you are, Charlie. I was thinking of where we could go and I remembered there should be a hotel not too far from here—unless that’s gone now? I’m… wow, I’m actually not sure what year it is. Huh.”

While he and Charlie had quickly learned where they were, in all the chaos of the weekend they’d failed to learn when they currently existed. Michael looked to Sammy questioningly, although the man seemed fixated on the red-head carrying Evan’s look-alike.

“It is 2022,” Freddy responded, offering a smile which he soon turned on Samuel. Holding Gregory close, he gave a soft laugh. “I apologize if my appearance is jarring; I have not fully gotten used to it myself.”

Michael was now staring at the ground, trying to process the fact that he’d been literally dead to the world for six years. Freddy and Charlie weren’t the only ones who might have some whiplash when they left the Pizzaplex… although Michael knew he’d probably still be the most well-adjusted out of the group.

“Lucky for us,” Sammy smirked to them, pulling out his phone to show them the google maps of the area. “This location's close to the hotel people stay at before heading towards Zion—it was finished around the same time we opened. You guys should stay there!”

It was close, and easy for Sam to stop by the hotel and check up on them if needed. Besides, it was a tourist hot spot so people likely wouldn't bat an eye at a family staying there for more than a week if necessary. Charlie reached over, unable to help herself as she controlled the digital map with her finger.

“Woah. Portable interactive maps,” she remarked, impressed by the smart device. Samuel laughed at his sister, gently pushing her hand away as he repositioned the map.

“Lottie, stop,” he chuckled, showing them the address and where to go. Afterwards he give them his business card, holding it out for the redhead to grab from his fingers. “Call me when you all get there... I know you'll make me a proud old programmer, Freddy.”

It felt odd to be so supportive of a robot. Then again, Sam never expected his creations to become self-aware. From the short chat he’d had with Charlie, Freddy’s AI was on an entirely new level. Caging something that could think so deeply felt wrong.

“Thank you, Samuel,” Freddy replied, slipping the card in his pants pocket before wrapping his arm around Gregory once again. His gaze was soft and appreciative as he looked at the man who'd given him a chance at life. “For everything.”

“Alright, come on, you sappy bear,” Michael piped up, gently pushing Freddy's back in an effort to get him moving towards the door. He then reached out to firmly grasp Sam's forearm, the touch proving yet again that he and Charlie were actually here right now.

“We'll be back tonight,” he reassured, his gaze flitting around the bright atrium. “Once we rest up and clear our heads, we're coming back to sort things out, okay? We’re not going to leave you again, Sam.”

He wanted to reassure Sammy that he wasn’t about to lose his old friends so soon after he'd gotten them back... Plus, if he made a promise to return, it made Michael all the more willing to actually follow through instead of running as far away from any Fazbear Franchise he could.

He'd never do that, though. He couldn't as a kid, nor as an adult. Hell, he couldn't even get away as a zombie, and surely wasn't about to break that trend as a ghost-robot.

Samuel turned, placing a hand on Michael's shoulder. Maybe he was double-checking he could still reach out and touch the guy.

“We'll have a lot to discuss then—until next time, buddy.” Sam pulled him in, not shy about hugging his friend. He thought after all these years he'd become a little jaded with his loneliness. Apparently not. With memories flooding back, he never realized how badly he missed all of them until there was nothing left...

“Keep her safe when I'm not there, Mike,” Sam whispered quietly. Should his sister hear that he was begging Mike to look after her, Charlie would likely scoff and roll her eyes. Sammy felt as though his heart would just give out if something happened to her again after all this. Pulling back to see Michael’s face, Sammy waited, hoping to get an honest promise out of the old prankster.

“Not a hair will be out of place when you see us again—I promise.” Mike pressed a hand to his chest, a playful smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth, but the sincere light in his eyes told Sammy that he meant every word. Michael then stepped up to Charlie and hooked an arm though hers, leading her towards the doors where Freddy was already waiting for them.

“See you later, Sam!” he called over his shoulder, flashing his old friend one last grin. Patting his jeans pocket once more, Mike confirmed Sammy's hefty wallet was still there as he pulled Charlie along. He then let out a tiny snicker, glancing side-long at her. “It didn't occur to me that you've never experienced the wonders of Google... Or smartphones.”

So close to freedom, for so many years. While Charlie could’ve left at any time, she’d always felt trapped in the afterlife—never able to rest, always waiting for new victims to fall from William’s cruel blade of madness.

Now, her and her friends were finally free. Not only physically, but mentally as well. The guilt and rage she'd been exposed to began to melt away as she rested her head against Michael's shoulder.

“What makes the phones so smart anyway? And Google? That sounds gross.” She laughed, only imagining what that could be. Forty years without pop culture had put her in the dark about many things. Certainly Gregory would’ve gladly caught her up were he not resembling a melted pile of ice cream in Freddy's arms.

The automatic doors opened for them to reveal the parking lot, and further out the road and bright morning sun nearly blinded Charlie at first. But seeing the real world for the first time in a long while was a spectacular pleasure Charlie had missed so dearly.

Michael simply laughed at his dearest friend's comments, leading her out into the daylight. While he hadn't been trapped inside nearly as long as her and the others, as he stepped into the sun he realized he'd missed the outside world far more than he ever imagined he could. Once Mike and Charlie's dirty shoes were officially on the sidewalk, he turned back to see Freddy hesitating just inside the glass doors. Michael tapped Charlie's arm, pulling her attention to their formerly-animatronic friend as he geared up for the last few steps that would change his life forever.

Before he could walk through the doors, Freddy spared one final, lingering glance around the lobby of the only place he'd known for his whole existence. Even though he could still come back anytime he pleased, he'd no longer be able to call this place “home.” Although as his eyes fell upon Michael and Charlie now backlit by the rising sun, then to the sleeping boy in his arms, Freddy realized he was just fine with that.

Freddy took a deep, simulated breath, then stepped into the world he'd only been able to encounter through stories and pictures in his databanks. As the sun hit his skin, he was surprised to feel how toasty it was—not to mention how bright. He blinked rapidly, having to look at the dark asphalt for a moment while his eyes adjusted. Gregory remained in his arms this entire time, so calm and relaxed, and suddenly Freddy was totally overwhelmed.

He wasn't sure what prompted it. Maybe it was the sheer magnitude of all they'd accomplished, or the consciousness he was still getting used to. Maybe it was just a quirk of this new body that he'd have to ask Henry about later. But to Freddy's surprise a few warm, wet tears suddenly welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks before he could stop them.

Charlie wouldn't call attention to it—she wondered even if Freddy knew he was crying. Instead, she’d cheer him on.

“We did it,” she reminded with a smile. “We got out safe with Gregory!”

It was a bit alarming to see Freddy with those raw emotions, when before he couldn't cry even if he needed to. It humanized him further, and suddenly Charlie remembered she wasn't talking to a personified bear anymore. Freddy was a whole person with emotions comparable to their own.

From the sounds of the birds chirping, to the occasional car passing down the road; the ants on the sidewalk, to a lone cloud that framed the blue sky—the summer air was buzzing with the energy of life passing them by. Charlie couldn't help but feel giddy. Today was the first day of the rest of their lives, and she couldn't hide the happiness it brought her.

“It’ll be alright,” Charlie added softly, echoing the words Freddy used in their first meeting as she urged him forth.

“Yes; it will be,” Freddy agreed without hesitation, smiling even as he lifted an arm to wipe the tear streaks away on his sleeve. Gregory shifted slightly, mumbling something incoherent, which caused Freddy to chuckle softly.

“You okay, Fredbear?” Mike felt the need to ask, one eyebrow raised as the bear joined him and Charlie in the parking lot. Freddy simply nodded and grinned even wider.

“Yes—very much so. Come on; let us go to this hotel!” Freddy's tone was eager and full of pure, unadulterated joy, not unlike that of the kids he'd formerly entertained. He still had an inch or so of height on Michael, and he looked over the man's head as he tried to take in as much of the area as he could.

Together they walked, heading towards a future that was unclear and uncertain—but undeniably bright.

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 2 years

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Joke’s On You Part 5

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

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You gracefully sank to your knees before him. You slowly reached out and touched one fingertip against the huge bulge threatening to split open the front of his pants. Gazing up at him with kitten-like eyes, you asked sweetly, “Can’t I, Freddie?”

“Sweetheart,” Fred breathed out, “you can do whatever the hell you want to me.”

A mischievous smile slipped out for a moment. But you reeled it back in and simply said, “Thank you.”

You gently pressed the tip of your pinky finger against his bulge. Meanwhile, your eyes roamed over Fred’s thighs and hips. Mmm… You licked your lips. I could spend all day kissing his thighs and hips… Your gaze trailed upwards, until you were blinking sweetly up at Fred. Your fingers were, ever so slowly, inching up his bulge. When your fingertips slipped onto the top button of his pants, you cocked your head to the side, so that your hair went tumbling down one side of your head, cascading down your left shoulder.

Fred paused. Look at her, being all soft, he thought. When she’s so uptight and condescending to the rest of the world… It honestly startled him how incredibly different you were when you were with him, compared to what you were like to the rest of the world.

You smiled up at Fred, knowing what he was thinking. He thinks I’ve gone soft for him. Poor boy. You’ve another thought coming.

You very, very slowly unbuttoned the top of his pants. Then, putting both of your hands on the ground, you leaned forward.

When you leaned forward, the back of your skirt lifted a little. Fred was standing directly across from the classroom windows. With your skirt lifted like that, Fred had a perfect view of your ass, and he saw the way the light pink crystal heart glistened between your ass cheeks as you shifted back and forth, anticipating how you would move once you had Fred’s cock in your mouth.

Fred swallowed. “I – uh – I wouldn’t have guessed someone like you even owned something like that.”

“Hm? Like what?”

“The heart thing…”

“Oh, my plug?” You leaned forward, pressing your mouth against his bulge and giving Fred a better view of your ass and your cute heart butt plug. “Do you like it?”

“Well, like I said, it’s – uh – unexpected.”

“Mmm,” you murmured softly, “what if I told you that I’ve never owned one before, but I wanted to look cute in front of you? What if I said I bought it for you?”

You felt Fred’s cock throb as he muttered quickly, “Fuck – Well, don’t say that. Don’t lie.”

“Okay, I won’t…” Using your teeth, you pulled the zipper down. Once you let go of the zipper, though, you whispered, “Only, it’s not a lie.”

Fred groaned. How the fuck could you be so enticing? It was so wonderful to see you like this, on your knees for him, even pulling his zipper down with your teeth, all while you had the cutest little butt plug nestled inside of your ass, but it was also maddening because – “C’mon, baby,” Fred murmured, “take me already. You’re taking forever.”

You smirked. “Always so impatient, aren’t you? Do you even know what you’re asking for?”

“Uh, isn’t it pretty obvious at this point?” Fred replied, confused.

“Oh. Well, yes, I suppose it is,” you agreed pleasantly. You teasingly ran your fingers on Fred’s skin, just above his pants line.

“Wait.” Fred frowned. “You’re not going to be mean about this, too, are you?”

You laughed lightly. Gripping the waistline of his pants, you slowly dragged it down to Fred’s knees. As you did, you smiled up at Fred, with your eyes turning into pleased half-crescents, as you said, in a rather kitten-like purr, “Never.”

You reached for the waist band of his briefs. Fred watched you eagerly. However, once you’d hooked your fingers around Fred’s briefs waist band, you paused. Frowning, you asked Fred, “Am I not doing it right? I meant for it to make you feel good.”

But before Fred could answer, you let go of the waist band. With a small snap, it snapped back against Fred’s toned hips.

Fred gasped a little, and you grinned.

“Tell me, Freddie, do you want someone else?”

“No, no, no,” Fred moaned quickly. “I want you.”

“Oh, good,” you said, smiling as you reached for his briefs again. “Because otherwise, I was going to have to suggest that we end this right now. And you could go find some other girl to fuck, one who doesn’t even know how to handle her man, so she’ll just stick her cock in her mouth and slobber all over your cock while pretending to sit there all daintily.” You paused again. “Is that what you really want?”

Fred groaned. “Come on,” he urged. “Please.”

You lifted your eyebrow at him. “Sounds like that is what you want.” You took your hands away and stood up.

Fred’s hand shot out and he grabbed your wrist in his grasp. You started a little – his hand was feverishly hot.

Fred gripped your wrist tightly as he growled at you, “Don’t you dare do this to me when it’s you who got me in this state.”

You hesitated, gazing at his mouth. You reached out and lightly traced his lips with your finger. “So, you do want me?”

“How many times do I have to say it?” Fred griped. “Yes, I want you. I fucking want you so much it’s all I can think about these days.”

Your eyes flashed up – and met Fred’s eyes. His eyes are so… earnest. Could it be - Is he telling the truth?

You stepped closer to Fred, and you pressed your lips very lightly against his – not to tease him, but to thank him.

“Okay,” you whispered softly. “Thank you for telling me that. You’re really sweet.”

You dropped back to your knees. Without any pauses this time, you pulled his briefs down, too. Getting up a little higher on your knees, you opened your mouth and – at long last – you sank your mouth down onto Fred’s cock.

Fred went perfectly still for a long moment. Then, his entire body shuddered, with his hips shivering enough that you felt his cock tremble in your mouth. You had to press your lips around him harder. As you did, you sucked on him a little. Fred breathed out harshly, “Fuck.”

You whispered, “You curse a lot, Fred.”

“Do I?” he murmured. His eyes slipped shut as he took in the amazing feeling of your smart-ass little mouth wrapped perfectly around his cock. “Think it’s only when I’m with you, though. Uhn…”

You had about a third of his cock in your mouth, but then – “Mmpfh, Fweddie, you’re so hard alweady…” you said, trying to speak around his cock. It was true. His cock was so thick and swollen. The weight of it in your mouth and on your tongue made it hard to speak.

“I couldn’t help it,” Fred confessed. “Seeing your little pussy all laid bare for me on the desk – it got me so hard. You have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you, but you were getting upset with me just for making you cum on my mouth. So, I had to hold back. Right? I did the right thing – right? ”

“Yes, you did. Like I said, I have to teach you a little, but once I do, you’re very good to me. My perfect boytoy.” You sucked hard on his cock and slowly dragged your lips back, all the way to the tip of his cock, while sucking the entire time. “Mm…”

“Baby,” Fred moaned hoarsely. I don’t want to be her ‘boytoy,’ but fuck, if this is what it feels like to be her boytoy – why not? Uhn, Godric, her little mouth is so warm and wet…

“Freddie, stay with me. Keep your mind here,” you murmured, for you could see him already starting to drift into haziness.

“Huh?”

“I’m saying – we haven’t even started.”

“We – We haven’t?” Fred said, confused. You already had your lips wrapped around his cock – how much further was there to go?

“Now, we’ll start,” you said decisively. Putting your hands up on Fred’s thighs, you began to move your head back and forth, letting your mouth glide sweetly over the length of Fred’s cock – or however much you could take in your mouth, anyways.

You did this for a few minutes. Then, you properly busied yourself, starting to rock lightly on the floor, back and forth, back and forth, so that you could take more of Fred’s cock in your mouth. You found that you loved the feeling of having your mouth wrapped around Fred Weasley’s cock. Sucking on him the way you were – lightly, yet tightly - you could feel the veins and ridges of his cock sliding in and out of your lips. Besides that, he had a nice taste to him.

“Mmm,” you hummed again, and Fred groaned along with you.

Then - Pop! A soft, bright sound rang out as Fred’s cock, fully erect, sprang out from the sweet little “O” your mouth had made.

Now that his cock was wet, you wrapped both your hands around his cock into little fists, and you began to pump his cock in your grasp. You watched your hands, wrapped together, going up and down his cock. Fred has a very handsome cock, you thought. Nice and long, and definitely thick. No wonder I felt so good last night.

Only a minute had passed, when you couldn’t help but think, Touching him is nice, but I want him in my mouth again. Now. Can’t wait. And sure enough, glomp went your little mouth again, latching onto his cock, and you proceeded to give Fred a blowjob that became increasingly fervent, heated, and even a little messy. “Mm, mm, mm,” you moaned out in tight, little sounds as you sucked, kissed, and tongued his cock.

Fred groaned, and it was a deep sound, mixing pleasure, satisfaction, and insatiable want all together. He’d been with girls like this before, but you were right – while their technique was messy, they had all kept themselves so tidy and neat throughout. In contrast, you pushed yourself, but you seemed to know exactly what you were doing. Not a single movement went to waste. Your every motion brought pleasure to his cock, as you serviced him without holding back.

Fred saw that your lips were just as wet and glistening as his cock was, and your ass cheeks were slightly pink as you had started bouncing lightly against the back of your shins and ankles. Fred was torn between looking down at you, and seeing your thick lashes flutter and your cheeks blush more heavily as you gave your mouth to his pleasure, and looking at you in the darkened mirror, where he could see the shape of you from behind and that cute butt plug of yours sparkling with every movement you made.

As you kept going, using your hands to follow your mouth as you went up and down Fred’s cock, your tidy, normally swept-back hair started to come apart because of how hard you were working yourself to take him. Soft strands of your hair fell forward to grace your blushing face.

Fred reached down and gathered your hair into a ponytail and held it back for you. “Yes,” Fred groaned, coaxing you on, “just like that.”

Your hands slid from the front of his thighs around Fred. You suddenly grasped his ass, and you pushed yourself forward while relaxing your throat. Fred’s cock hit up against the back of your throat – and then even a bit deeper – “Ah!” you gasped as you pulled back. “Hah… Ah…”

Fred stared down at you, wide-eyed. “Fuck,” he whispered. “That was deep. I saw my cock in your throat for a second there.”

“Felt nice, didn’t it?” you panted out.

“Yeah, keep doing that,” Fred encouraged you.

Resting your head for a moment on his pelvis, you looked up at him and warned him, “I love having your cock in my throat – just love it. But I have to warn you, if you let me do that to you, you’re not going to be able to take it.”

Fred rolled his eyes at you. “Just keep doing it.”

“Fine.”

And so you did. You let Fred deep throat you to his heart’s desire. His hands let go of your ponytail and instead, his fingers slid into your now-messy hair. Fred pressed your head down against him, holding you down longer and longer, making you choke on his cock, until – “Nngh!” you cried out, with Fred’s cock completely filling up your mouth and throat.

“Stay down – uhn - j-just a little longer, love,” Fred pleaded. He held you down. You gasped all around his cock, but you kept yourself choking on his thick, long cock, staying as still as you could for him, though, truth be told, you were squirming around on the floor, with your knees and ass shifting all over the place. Finally, your hands slipped onto Fred’s hips and you gripped at him tightly, with your nails sinking into his hips.

“Ah! Just o-one more s-secon – Uhn!” With a loud, heavy grunt, Fred started to cum deep in your throat. You shut your eyes tightly and did your best to relax, to take it for him.

But Fred, worried that he was pushing you too hard and not having asked for your permission to cum in your mouth (much less your throat), tried to pull back. But you moaned out loudly (or as loudly as you could with a thick cock shoved down your throat), “Nwuh!” and you suddenly hugged his thighs tightly with both of your arms.

Fred, not expecting such a reaction from you, stumbled backwards. The back of his thighs hit the desk behind him.

You stubbornly stayed with him. “Cum in my mouth!” you begged him.

“F-Fuck, I can’t – can’t hold back – Baby – ‘M really gonna cum!” Fred gasped out.

“Pwease!” you moaned out.

“Uhn! Fuck!” With a loud, rough cry, Fred came hard in your mouth.

You gasped as you felt his hot, salty cum hit the back of your throat. You instantly swallowed all of it.

Fred, unable to help himself, thrust his hips forward, messily fucking your little mouth and throat in desperate, uncontrolled thrusts, as he finished cumming.

You stayed with him through all of it, latching onto him and hugging him so tightly that you were flat to his legs, meaning you had arched your back so that your breasts and tummy were pressed up against the front of his legs, while your legs were tucked underneath you a bit messily, as Fred accidentally dragged you back and forth against the floor as he fucked your mouth at the end.

Swallow, swallow, swallow – all of Fred’s cum immediately went down your throat.

“AH!” You gasped loudly as you finally fell back. You were dizzy from lack of breath. With slightly watery eyes, you looked up at Fred.

“You – Did you swallow it all?” Fred panted out.

“Yes.” You neatly pushed your hair back, as you confessed, “Your cum tastes so nice. I wanted it all for myself.”

Fred paused, watching you in total disbelief. Then, he held out his arms and said to you, “Come here. Come kiss me. Right now.”

You had barely gotten up from the floor, when Fred, too eager, stepped towards you first and pulled you up. Hugging you tightly, he stole your mouth for himself, kissing you passionately.

“Ah…” you breathed out softly in response to his kiss. Your hands roamed over his chest again, pulling at the knot in his tie, and then your hands slipped back around his neck… and then down to his wrists…

Fred frowned. Mouth still pressed to yours, he wondered, “What’re you up to?”

“Nothing,” you said innocently, as you completed tying the last knot to the makeshift bind you’d wrapped around both of Fred’s wrists. You stepped back.

Fred tried to yank his hands free, but he found that he couldn’t. “What the hell? This is nothing to you, you weirdo?”

You shrugged. “It’s what nice hands like yours deserve. A cute little bow wrapped around them.”

“And who decided that, huh?”

“I did.” You smirked, before you tacked on, “For my boy toy.”

You hesitated, however, playing with Fred’s collar, as you checked with him, “Are you okay with this?”

Fred sighed. “I mean, I s’pse so. I just don’t really get it. This gets you off?”

You smirked. “Well, you’ll ‘get’ it soon. I promise.” You sank down to your knees again.

Fred’s eyes widened, and the displeased scowl dropped off of his face, replaced by an excited, yet uncertain expression. “What are you doing?”

You lifted your eyebrow as you repeated your words back to him, “Isn’t it obvious, at this point?”

And then you put your mouth right back onto his cock.

“Wait!” Fred said, flustered. “I – I’m not hard yet.”

You giggled. “I know. Don’t worry. That’s my job.”

It took a few minutes for you to get Fred hard again, especially given how hard he’d just cummed for you, but you got there - and then some.

The second time Fred cummed for you, you felt his cock throb gorgeously as he emptied again in your mouth.

“Mmm!” you moaned happily, as you swallowed it all again.

You gave him just a minute to relax, and you spent that minute keeping yourself pressed close to him still, sitting at his feet, while you pressed feverish, soft kisses all over his thighs, hips, and abs.

Then, you laid your head down on his thigh and looking up at Fred, you whispered, “Can I do it again, Freddie? Please?”

“A-Again?” Fred huffed out.

“Yeah.”

Fred was torn. He knew that he was increasingly falling under your spell and yet – he couldn’t imagine saying no to you. He finally nodded.

“Look how pink the tip is,” you said, laughing a little, palming his soft cock in your hand for a few minutes.

“Stop making f-fun of me,” Fred panted out.

You lifted your eyebrow at him. “Oh? Are you still in a rush?”

Oh God, he’s so cute. I want him again. You opened your mouth for him yet again.

“No –!”

It was too late. Fred’s cock had disappeared into your mouth once more.

“Ah! S-Shit!” Fred hissed. His cock was so sensitive now it was almost painful, but also, the pleasure felt more heightened than ever. And seeing you like this, so eagerly taking his cock in your mouth over and over again, and swallowing all of his cum like you’d never tasted anything better – Fuck, Fred thought, for he felt himself getting hard again.

The third time, it was harder to control his orgasm. He came without even meaning to. His hips jerked erratically. His cock slipped out of your mouth, and ropes of cum spattered all over your face.

“Fred!” you gasped.

Fred merely whimpered, with tears in his eyes. He was helpless except to watch as what seemed like an endless stream of his cum kept spurting out of the end of his cock, drenching you all over with his cum.

“Fred Weasley!” you snapped angrily, when you realized he’d cummed all over your prefect uniform. “Look what you did!” You ended up taking off your shirt, your bra, and your skirt and laying them aside.

“Sorry,” Fred groaned. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Well, learn to,” you said simply. Then – Fred’s mouth fell open in shock as you fell to your knees again. This time, you gathered up your breasts and you rubbed your breasts against Fred’s cock. For a moment, Fred relaxed a little because your breasts were so soft. But then, he realized that there was a different issue here, which was that your nipples were very sensitive, so your rubbing up against Fred affected you as much as it affected him. Your head slowly fell back and your mouth, already glistening wet from sucking all night on Fred’s cock, parted to let out a beautiful moan. Oh Gods, Fred moaned back in his head. I – I can’t catch a break from you. Fred’s cock was aching for you yet again. He winced a little, for it was starting to get overwhelming because of how sensitive he was. He’d gotten hard and cummed for you three times in the past twenty minutes.

But you, look at you, Fred thought, half in ecstasy and half in misery, because now that you were only wearing your panties, socks, and sneakers, watching you bounce up and down for him, with your breasts pressed to his cock, was an unbelievably hot sight.

And now, you were moaning for him, saying unbearably cute things like, “Cum on my breasts this time. Please, Freddie. Please. It’s the least you could do for me, don’t you think? Huh? Given how you’ve ruined my uniform.” Then, as you rubbed your breasts against him harder and faster, coaxing his cock right back up, your talk devolved into, “Feels so g-good –Feels so good, F- Freddie - ah!”

“Baby, you’re just – this is just – you’re fucking torturing me here,” Fred whined.

“What?” you huffed out, frowning. “I’m – I’m not! That’s mean. When I’m d-doing my best to make you cum.”

“Fuck. Please!” Fred was moaning just about non-stop now, with little growls mixed in there when your breasts pressed up against the tip of his cock, which happened whenever you naturally squeezed your breasts together just a bit more, enveloping the head of Fred’s cock in your soft, warm, and now dewy breasts.

Fred was squirming against his binds for all he was worth, but he just couldn’t break through his tie. Besides that, after multiple rounds of cumming for you, he had slipped into a most uncomfortable position without even realizing it. He was half-leaning back against the desk, legs weak as you repeatedly made him dizzy with pleasure. With his wrists tied up behind his back, Fred was unable to use his arms for any balance or support. He tried, stretching out his fingers to touch the top of the desk, but he had to use all of his strength in his arms and chest to use just his fingers to support himself.

You knew. You could see his fingers striving to touch the tabletop, and you could see his arm muscles and his chest straining to support himself – and you loved it. You loved Fred’s chest, and you especially loved seeing the way it rose and fell when he was struggling like this. And for letting you have him this way, you were going to reward him.

Bending your head down, you kept your breasts pushed up against the base of his cock, while you started to lick and suck at the head of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Fred groaned. “You’ve got – to – hah – stop,” he panted out, barely getting the words out. He had to swallow before he continued to huff out, “Or you’re g-gonna fucking – hah – kill me with this m-mouth of yours.”

Fred could feel your lips suddenly curving up against his cock. Through the thick haze in his own mind, Fred heard you confess, “That’s the plan, baby.”

You lifted your head and gazed up at him. You were panting, too, but you composed yourself enough to reveal, “Just so you know, I was thinking of going easy on you, but the way you split my legs open to tongue-fuck me – oh, Freddie, it made me so wet, and it’s making me wet just thinking about it again. So, I’m going to do the same to you. You will never, ever, ever forget tonight.” You leaned back down and gave his throbbing, overstimulated, and weeping cock a soft little kiss.

“You’re – hah, nngh - ” Fred exhaled suddenly as you wrapped your lips around his cock again and sucked hard – “you’re mean tonight, too – you – you witch - ah!”

You giggled. “Oh, trying to be more creative with the name-calling, are we? ‘Witch’ is pretty pathetic. But it doesn’t matter. You’ll never beat my name for you - boy toy.” With that, you pushed your head down on his cock again and you proudly made him cum. You sucked on his cock until your cheeks were hollow, and then you pushed your head forward, until you could feel Fred’s cock in your throat, and you shook your head a little, stimulating his cock as much as you could.

“N-Nngh! F-Fuck – AH!” Fred came so hard that his hips buckled. With a fearsome growl, he yanked his wrists apart with enough force that he broke his tie in half, which was quite a feat, considering that the tie was made of thick silk and nylon.

You gasped as Fred, finally free of that ridiculous makeshift cuff, reached down and gripped your hair so hard it jerked your head back.

“Oh, gods. What did I do to deserve this?” Fred moaned out, even as his fingers were tangled deep in your soft, pretty hair. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

You paused and looked up at him, though with some difficulty, on account of how tightly he was holding onto your hair. You asked him, genuinely curious, “Do you mean that in a good or bad way?”

Fred looked down at you, annoyed. Through gritted teeth, he told you, “Tch. Bad, of course. I’m a fucking to – a-ah, ah!”

You’d taken his cock in your hand again and, holding it against your open mouth, you gently pumped it in your hand, wanting every last drop of cum he would give you. As you did, you whispered, both adoringly and confidently, “That’s right. You’re my toy. My little boy toy, Freddie… Mmm, your cum tastes so nice, sweetheart.”

Fred was sweating and shivering all over and whimpering like a little puppy. How could you do this to him? Make him hard, and then cum, and make him hard for you again, and then cum again – in your mouth, in your throat, on your breasts, on your face…

Seeing that Fred was genuinely getting overwhelmed, you stopped at once. You put both your hands on his hips, trying to steady him, and you let him hold on tight to your hair. You made sure to place some slow, soothing kisses on his lower stomach, and then you whispered, in a voice that was absent of any disguise or teasing, “Are you okay? If you don’t want to do this any longer, just say it, and I won’t do it. It’s okay, baby. If it’s not pleasurable to you, I don’t want to do it to you.”

“Well, no, that’s not… I – I do want it,” Fred murmured. He felt embarrassed, but he didn’t want you to worry about him and honestly, he did love it.

Fred’s eyes slowly slipped down back to you. Fred could see that your lips were slightly puffy, and he also saw the way that you were sitting there, at his feet, with your hands on his hips and pressing calming kisses to his stomach, while your own tummy was so full of his cum that you weren’t going to need dinner tonight or breakfast tomorrow morning.

“You’re really okay?” you checked in with Fred.

“Yeah,” he mumbled tiredly. “I just – I came so much. I don’t think I’ve ever…”

You stood up and gently touched his shoulders.

Fred immediately wrapped his arms around you and leaned into you. Despite being genuinely tired, he whispered jokingly into your ear, “Are you getting all soft on me right now, baby? Even though I’m just your boy toy?”

You paused. You wanted to see his expression, but Fred was hugging you so tightly that you couldn’t see his face. Letting him hold onto you, you whispered in reply (with no idea why the two of you were whispering as though you were trading secrets in kindergarten, when you’d spent the last two hours in here, moaning and groaning and saying who-knows-what-kind-of-unrespectable-filth), “So, you agree - you’ll be my boytoy?”

It was Fred’s turn to pause.

“You still on about that?” Fred finally muttered, sighing. “You’re seriously so weird.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” you replied patiently.

You felt Fred nudge his face down your cheek and then you felt him bite your neck – none too gently, at that.

“Ah,” you breathed out.

Fred sighed yet again, and then he groaned out, in defeat, “Fine, I will. Fuck me, but yes, I’ll do it.”

You smiled, happy with his answer. But you had yet another question remaining for him. “A good boytoy?” you stressed.

Fred pulled away you just a little to look at you. “Well,” he said honestly, “I can’t promise that. I’d be lying to your face if I promised that.”

“True,” you agreed, amused. “Even today, you broke your binds without my permission.” You abruptly leaned down and with a cute, soft sound of “angh,” you lightly bit down on his nipple.

“Ah!” Fred gasped. “What the hell was that for, you little demon?”

You quickly let go and then gently swirled your tongue on his nipple, to soothe him. “That was your punishment.”

“Punishment? But I didn’t mean to, I swear,” Fred said, and your heart suddenly felt all tight and warm when his low voice dipped into a whine, as if he was upset that he wasn’t getting enough credit for trying, “It was just that – well, it felt so good… having your little mouth on me like that - ” Fred quickly stopped himself. “Shit, I shouldn’t think about that. I’ll get hard again.”

“Really? Again?” You lifted your eyebrow at him. “I was impressed by how many times you could cum for me today, and you’re telling me you can do it again?”

Fred blushed and looked away from you. In a soft mumble that you barely heard, he said, “I don’t think you understand what you do to me…”

Oh, Fred, you thought to yourself. Then, you slid out of his lap and dropped to your knees, which were sore and slightly bruised from how long you’d spent on the classroom floor today, again.

“What – What are you doing?” Fred said apprehensively. “If you suck me off again, I honestly think I could float off to heaven today.”

“No, no, nothing like that,” you replied. “It wouldn’t do to ruin my toy on the first day.” Instead, you picked up the pink chalk and drew a heart on Fred’s pelvis, just over his cock. Then, beaming brightly, you looked up at Fred and announced, “We match!”

Fred paused. Then, he let out a long, exasperated groan. “You are so fucking weird. Why did I have to fall for you?”

When you heard Fred say that, you blinked. Fall for me? But this is just sex. Obviously. Neither of us would have done all of the crazy things we just did to each other if it was for real. I mean, that’d be way too embarrassing. Right?

Unsure of how to react, you ended up absent-mindedly drawing hearts all over Fred’s abs. As you distracted yourself by drawing pink hearts all over Fred, you mused aloud, “Drawing with chalk is fun, isn’t it? Drawing on the crocodile must have been nice.”

In a wry, deadpan voice, Fred said wittily, “I thought you said you didn’t see any crocodile.”

“Ah.” The chalk stuttered to a stop, as you blinked awake. You had slipped up.

You tried to think of a comeback, but before you knew it, Fred had scooped you up from the floor.

As you felt yourself being lifted up, you hurriedly tried to save face, mumbling, “I didn’t mean crocodile. Not really. No, I meant alligator. Yes, that’s right. Alligator. There is a difference, Fred Weas – Mmpf!”

Fred sat back down on the chair and then, pressing both of his hands to your cheeks, he turned your face and kissed you, cutting off your lecture on the crucial difference between crocodiles and alligators.

Blushing, you continued to mumble out, “But I wasn’t done speaking – I – alligator…”

Fred whispered to you, “You’re so cute.”

Your eyes widened. Me? Cute? After all the pranks and mean jokes and humiliating sex things I put him through?

The chalk slipped from your fingers and dropped to the floor, where it snapped in half in a puff of pink dust.

“By the way,” Fred said, and you suddenly felt his fingers dance lithely along the curve of your ass, only to slip in and gently push at the crystal heart, “what about this heart? Have you marked this place for attention, too, hm?”

“Ah,” you breathed out softly, as you felt Fred finger the heart and then push it inside of you a little further.

“Well, clearly, the answer is yes,” Fred said, smirking at you.

You didn’t quite know how to respond to all this. Now, it was you feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“What?” Fred said, picking up on your slightly blanked-out expression. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

You tilted your head at him. “Um… Gormless worm. Where did you get that one from?”

“Oh,” Fred answered, “Trelawney called me that when I ‘predicted’ that she was a fraud. I said it was an undeniable message written right there, in my teacup. And wouldn’t you know it – I saw it in the crystal ball as well. And oops, would you believe that the very next night, I saw in the stars a glittering constellation that spelled out, ‘In twelve months, Trelawney will still know jack shit about Divination.’”

An amused smile appeared on your lips, but you berated him, “That’s mean, Fred.”

“Well, it doesn’t really matter, does it? No one else is a Seer here, so it’s not like we can really check her and get her fired.”

“Still. It’s disrespectful to tell a Professor that they don’t know anything about their own subject.”

“Well, she kept spouting stuff about how I was going to die, and she spent all of last year telling Harry he was going to die…”

“Harry? Harry Potter?”

“Yeah.” Fred shifted a little uneasily, as he admitted, “Er – I may have felt a little bit angry about how Trelawney kept pestering Harry. Because, well, you know that I got my little brother Ron to take that class? I recommended Divination as a joke, but he really signed up for it. And Harry signed up with him.”

“Fred,” you sighed, while leaning into him to rest your head on his shoulder, “you’re terrible.”

Fred snickered. He lifted his chin a little, and you naturally slid towards his middle just a little, so that you were tucked in under him. Holding you in his arms, he replied back, completely honestly, but also with such adoration in his voice, “So are you, love. So are you.”

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I Wanna Be Yours [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 6025

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Love is complicated. Especially when the boy you love likes someone else. Or does he? [Based on the film Some Kind of Wonderful].

WARNING: brief mentions of alcohol and drinking

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i am again naming my fics after arctic monkeys’ songs - fun fact this one is named after my favourite one of theirs, i’m considering having it for my wedding song bc it cute af

also yes i watched some kind of wonderful whilst writing this and cried. it’s not even a sad fic, i’m just emotional smh

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“I know. I know, Freddie,” you replied, your voice quiet as you pressed your lips together, reaching out to grab his hands in yours, “It’s okay. It is, really. I just... I need to be alone.”

“But I- I just... it’s his loss, just so you know!” He pleaded, shaking his head at you, and swore under his breath at the sight of one of his closest friends in tears over his brother, “Merlin, he shouldn’t have given that to her- I shouldn’t have said anything-“

And that’s where your problem had started. Because a few weeks ago, you were, as you claimed, fine. Well, you had a few essays due and were having trouble finding the textbooks to help you write them, but that was all really.

How you wished you could steal a time turner and go back in time.

And yes, when this all started you knew that George had his heart taken by someone else. It’s not his fault, not really, that his whole plan, scheme, escapade turned into something that would completely crush your heart.

Affairs of the heart. That’s where this started. Because before a few days ago, you were unaware of your own feelings. Before a few days ago, you were unaware of any feelings towards him at all.

But that fateful moment - the one where you were sat with George in front of the fireplace, a half-drank bottle of firewhisky sitting between you, laughing and joking - was the one that changed everything.

You hadn’t even realised yourself, until Fred pointed it out to you the morning after, when he’d found you curled up by George’s side, empty firewhisky bottle laying on the floor in front of the couch, George’s arm around your waist, your face buried into his chest.

In Fred’s defence, he thought you knew. He thought you’d be aware of your own feelings.

How was he supposed to know that you didn’t know you were in love with his twin?

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“This is the year I reckon,” George announced to you as he collapsed onto the sofa beside you, throwing his legs over your thighs as he rested his back against the arm of the couch, his arms resting behind his neck, “She’s finally single, first time since second year. Now’s my chance!”

You popped a Bertie’s Every Flavour Bean into your mouth and closed the book you weren’t really paying attention to, before dropping it on the table in front of the couch, “And how long have you liked her again?”

George blinked at the way you raised an eyebrow at him and sat up a little, “Since I found out she was single again.” At your pointed look, he shot you a grin, “Nah, since before the summer. Point is, I reckon I could really like this girl.”

“Poor love, having you snivelling around her all the time. I wonder how she’ll cope,” you grinned back, throwing one of the jelly beans at his head.

“Well you seem to cope just fine,” he retorted, batting another jelly bean away from his head.

“That’s just because I’m desensitised to you by now.”

“Is that so?” George asked with a raised eyebrow, a grin etched onto his face as he sat up properly, leaning a little closer to you. You turned your head to face him, meeting his stare as you nodded, “Course, how else would I have put up with you so long?”

He leant further forward and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, “Willingly, because you love me, stupid.”

You nudged him, making him laugh as he went back to lying down comfortably, “Yeah, yeah.”

You watched a few first years clamber through the portrait hole, laughing to each other as they made their way through the common room, an absent-minded smile gracing your lips as you recalled being the same in your first year with your friends.

“How do you reckon I should ask her out?” George’s voice brought you away from your reminiscing as you looked over at him, “She deserves something amazing, something no other guy will have thought of for her.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing this would be the topic of conversation for the rest of the evening, but nevertheless gestured for him to continue on. “I wanna go all out if she’s gonna turn out to be everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl,” George finished, a dreamy, faraway look crossing his features.

Reaching into the box of jelly beans, you grabbed a handful and threw them at him, ignoring his indignant “hey!” as you replied pointedly, “Don’t go mistaking paradise for a pair of long legs.”

Because truthfully, that was why a lot of guys were interested in Kiara. She was smart - being a Ravenclaw and all - surprisingly funny, and, as far as you knew, was really kind too. Not that this mattered to many of the boys in your year (and the years above and below), apparently, because she was also beautiful, with long, glossy brown hair, perfect doll-like features and, yes, long, lean legs.

“That’s not why I like her,” George insisted, grabbing one of the jelly beans that had fallen onto his lap and throwing it back at you, laughing as it hit you on the forehead. You playfully glared at him, rubbing your forehead in mock-hurt.

“Sure it’s not, stupid,” you replied, using his minor insult from before. “Ohhh, I’m the stupid one now, am I?” He scoffed, though the smile on his face told you he wasn’t offended in the slightest, “Now you’re in for it.”

He moved his legs off you and poked your sides, knowing you were ticklish, making you laugh out and push him away, “George, stop!”

“Take it back then, love. Say I’m the smartest wizard you know,” he grinned, continuing his minor tickling assault, making you move away from him so abruptly that you fell off the couch and onto the carpeted floor, bringing him down on top of you.

“Ouch- never! You are stupid, stupid!” You laughed, laying on the floor as you tried to catch your breath, George’s hands either side of your head, holding his weight up above you.

Both of your laughter faded a little and you found yourself staring into his brown eyes, his face barely centimetres from your own. You could have almost sworn that he started moving closer - though maybe it was your imagination - before he rolled away and lay beside you on the floor, his hand brushing yours.

“You’ll help me right?” He asked after a moment. You turned your head to look at him, taking in his side profile as he stared up at the ceiling.

“I’ll help you what?”

“Get a date with her,” he said as if it were obvious, turning his head to meet your gaze. You shot him a smile, “You’re George Weasley. You could get a date with anyone you wanted.”

“Just not you, right?” He turned onto his side, resting on his elbow as he looked down at you. You shook your head with a laugh, “Yeah well, I don’t count. I’m not just anyone.”

The smile he gave you made your heart beat a little faster, “You’re right about that.”

***

“All I’m saying is, is it such a bad idea if you just, I don’t know, asked her out simply? By using words? I really don’t think you need to wax poetic, or write her a bloody song to ask her out,” you shook your head in despair at the nerve-wracked boy sat across from you in the Great Hall.

“I can’t just ask her out,” George replied in a horrified voice, “What if she thinks I’ve not put enough effort into it and rejects me?”

“Trust me, Georgie, if she’s going to reject you, it won’t be because of the way you asked her out, I can guarantee that. It’ll be because you’re annoying, or because you smell, or, and I can’t stress this enough, because of your below-average skills in potions,” you laughed at his unimpressed look, taking the opportunity to grab a slice of toast off his plate.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend, you know,” he grumbled, waving his fork at you. “Yes,” you replied, “And as your best friend, I say to just ask her out. Look, joking aside, you’re a great guy, George. She’d be lucky to have you.”

He nodded, smiling gratefully at you as he reached forward and grabbed your hand to give it a squeeze, “Okay, I’ll trust you on this one. I’ll just... ask her out. How difficult could it be?”

Turns out, extremely difficult. You felt second hand embarrassment as you watched George head over to the Ravenclaw table, to where Kiara was sitting, wincing as he nearly dropped a goblet of pumpkin juice over her.

“Who’re you watching?” A voice said from beside you, making you jump. Fred laughed as you rolled your eyes at him, before replying, “For your information, I’m watching your brother ask Kiara on a date.”

“Wait, he’s asking another girl on a date?” Fred frowned, his eyes darting from George, who was currently speaking to Kiara, his cheeks reddening as she touched his shoulder and laughed, to your confused expression as you looked up at the older twin. “Yes?” You replied, bemused, “Why?”

“Does it not... bother you?” He asked gently. You laughed, “Why would it?”

And as you watched Kiara throw her arms around George’s neck, his hands coming to hold her waist, you swallowed thickly, before shaking your head at the odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Why would it bother you?

You forced a smile onto your face as George made his way back to his original seat, a smug grin adorning his features. “Well?” You asked, rather redundantly as you had seen the whole thing yourself.

“She said yes,” he replied excitedly, picking up his fork and popping some bacon into his mouth. “I told you!” You grinned at him, though you pushed your own plate away, no longer hungry.

“Attaboy, Georgie!” Fred congratulated his twin, “When’s the date?”

“This Saturday, at The Three Broomsticks,” the younger twin replied. You zoned out of the chatter on the table about this newest revelation, feeling your heart plummet at George’s words, though you couldn’t place your finger on why.

George was your best friend, you should be happy for him... right?

***

Saturday arrived quicker than you wanted, after a week of tedious lessons, and a bombardment of questions over what George should do on his date.

You watched him pull out two different jumpers, holding each one up at a time and looking at you expectedly. Tilting your head to the side, you pointed to the red one, “Was always my favourite one.”

“Red it is,” he nodded, throwing the other jumper onto his bed as he held the red jumper out to you for you to hold. Without warning, he pulled the t shirt he was currently wearing off, leaving his toned torso on show as he dropped said t shirt onto the floor and held his hand out for the jumper.

You handed it to him, gulping a little as you forced yourself not to stare at his abs. It was no secret the George was good looking - you’d always known it - but knowing and seeing were two different things. Being a Beater had done tremendous things to his body, you noted.

“Do you reckon I should bring her flowers?” George asked you, looking at you through the reflection of his mirror as he messed his hair up a little.

“Couldn’t hurt,” you shrugged, sending him a half-hearted smile as you grabbed your wand, muttering ‘orchideous’ and handing him the bouquet that was produced.

He thanked you, before taking a deep breath, “Well, what do you reckon?”

The smile that spread across your face this time was genuine, a soft look in your eye as you replied, “You look great, Georgie. Now go get her!”

He shot you one last grin, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before heading out of his dorm, leaving you alone. You picked up the t shirt he’d dropped, folding it and placing it at the end of his bed, before grabbing the jumper he’d discarded.

You took a breath before deciding to put the jumper on, relishing in the smell of George’s aftershave as you pulled it over your head, before rolling up the sleeves and heading out of the dorm.

***

“How many dates has it been now, three? Four?” You asked, wrapping your coat further around yourself as you trudged through the thick snow of Hogsmeade, passing by a couple of cute shops.

“The Yule Ball will be the fifth.”

You froze at the mention of the Ball. Somehow you’d assumed you’d be going with George - you didn’t even think about the fact that he’d have a girlfriend he could take, “Oh! So you um, asked Kiara to the Ball then?”

“Last night,” George bit his lip as he smiled, “Can’t wait!”

Your stomach clenched and mind raced, eyebrows furrowing as you realised you now had just under a week and half to find a date to the Ball - if anyone was still available, that was. You thought about every single eligible boy you knew of, wondering if you had the courage to even ask any of them, before you were pulled from your thoughts by George’s voice.

“I wanna buy her something for Christmas, what do you reckon?” George asked, picking at a strand coming off his woollen hat before placing it back onto his head.

“I don’t really know the girl,” you said truthfully, forcing yourself to stop thinking about George and Kiara dancing and him holding her all night, “I assume you’d have better judgment.”

He nodded over to a small shop on your left, one that you’d passed by many times but never had the chance to look in.

“The jewellery shop?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the door, “Let’s just have a look, yeah?”

The bell chimed as you stepped inside and you instantly became enamoured with the little shop, rows of glass cases showing off sparkly pieces of jewellery and adornments. Most, you noticed quickly, were much too expensive for you - and by default, much too expensive for George, too.

“Are you sure about something from in here?” You asked, staring down at a ring adorned with sapphires, “These are pretty pricey.”

“They might be, but she deserves it. Besides, gotta prove I’m better than all the guys that want to date her, right?” George replied from across the shop.

“Georgie,” you looked over at him with a pointed look, “I can promise you are better than all the other guys.”

“No harm in making sure.”

You gave up arguing, knowing he wouldn’t listen anyway, your eyes taking in the beautiful products, before your focus was taken by a rather stunning necklace. Stepping over to it for a closer look, you breathed out in shock at the price, but nevertheless knew you were in love with the chain, a little pendant surrounded by crystals displayed at the centre.

“What’ve you seen?” George spoke, suddenly standing behind you and leaning over your shoulder.

You pointed at the necklace, “Someday, I’m gonna buy that one.”

George glanced down at the look on your face and grinned to himself, “Someday, I’ll buy that one for you.” You turned to look at him, shaking your head in amusement, “You need to choose something for your girlfriend before you start promising me presents.”

“What’s the fun in that?” George laughed as you both left the shop.

You sat beside George on the couch later that night, resting your head on his shoulder as you shared a bottle of firewhisky between you.

“It was not!” You screeched, your laugh echoing through the empty common room as you nudged the ginger boy, making him laugh along with you. “It absolutely was,” he insisted, grinning before taking a sip of the firewhisky, taking in the sight of you looking so happy, and realising your laugh was one of his favourite sounds, “You were the one who wanted to sneak food from the kitchens, so it was your fault we got caught!”

You shook your head, “It was you tripping into that metal armour. All that noise when the bloody head fell off.”

“You pushed me, stupid!” George scolded indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a child.

“I shoved you,” you corrected, laughing as George playfully nudged you, causing you to nudge him back, and soon you were play fighting on the couch.

He, once again, was above you, almost pinning you to the couch as he looked down at you, and it was only then that you realised just how inebriated you both were, the empty firewhisky bottle having fallen onto the floor.

George’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, “You know I love you, right?”

You smiled softly up at him, arms around his neck as you nodded, somehow feeling like those words had more weight to them than usual. Leaning up to kiss his cheek, you replied, “Of course, Georgie.”

Morning arrived quickly, much to your dismay, and you were woken abruptly by the sound of heavy footsteps stomping down the stairs. You couldn’t bring yourself to move to see who it was, too comfortable with your head resting on George’s chest, his arm securely around your waist, but luckily for you, said culprit of the noise came right by your line of sight, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well what do we have here?” Fred cooed, rocking back and forth as he looked at you curled up in his twin’s arms. “Me and George falling asleep after drinking maybe a tad too much?” You replied as if it were obvious.

“You look awfully cosy,” he grinned, “But then, I suppose I would too if I was cuddling someone I was in love with.”

You felt like your heart stopped and you nearly choked on air, “Wait wait wait, someone I what?!”

“‘Someone I was in love with’?” Fred repeated slowly, narrowing his eyes at you, “You do know... right?”

At your blank expression, Fred raised an eyebrow, “You do know you’re in love with George... right?”

“I’m not in love with-“ You paused as you thought back over the years of your friendship. You’d never really thought about it before - never really had to. But you treated George differently to any other friend you had. No one could make you laugh like he could, or make you feel as protected and safe as he did. And no one ever made you feel like you were flying, like he did.

“Oh Godric... I’m in love with George!” You whisper-shouted, a hand coming to cover your mouth as the realisation dawned on you.

Fred nodded, “I didn’t know that you didn’t know.”

“That’s why you asked me if it bothered me when he asked out Kiara, isn’t it?” You suddenly realised, gulping harshly.

Fred nodded again, though a tad more hesitantly than before, “Hey, but listen- I really think he feels the same, if it makes you feel any better! He just doesn’t know it either.”

You moved out of George’s grasp and stood up, pressing your lips together as you looked at Fred, “He’s got a girlfriend, who he’s taking to the Yule Ball and who he adores and they’re probably gonna get married and have kids and I’m going to be alone forever!”

“Hey, that’s not- that won’t happen,” Fred replied, his gaze softening as he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and stroking your back comfortingly.

“He loves you, I know it. And he knows it too. He just doesn’t know that he knows it.”

***

Ever since your realisation in the early morning, you’d tried your best to act normal around George. It wasn’t easy, and you felt that maybe you were being a little more distant than usual, however you quickly pushed that thought aside as you noticed George being equally - if not more - distant, sitting at the end of the table beside Fred, Kiara on his other side as he whispered things in her ear, making her laugh.

You felt a pang of hurt, one that got worse the longer you stared at them, watching as they kissed, as George stared at her lovingly, as he pushed her long, brown, stupidly perfect hair behind her ear and making her blush.

Sitting on the opposite side of the table, you made yourself look away, instead immersing yourself in the conversation Ron and Harry were having about the Yule Ball.

“This is mad, at this rate we’ll be the only ones in our year without dates!” Ron hissed at Harry as you were all sat in the Great Hall, supposedly studying. You hid a laugh as Snape walked past and pushed his head.

“Well, us and Neville,” he continued with a small laugh. Harry leant over to him, “Yeah but then again, he can take himself.”

“It might interest you to know that Neville has already got someone,” Hermione interrupted their laughing with a frown.

Ron sighed, catching your gaze as you laughed at him - which made him sigh again, “Now I’m really depressed.”

You observed from the other side of the table as Fred threw a piece of parchment over to his younger brother, winking at you when he noticed you watching, as Ron frowned at the words on the page.

Ron handed the parchment back, glancing around to avoid Snape and whispered, “Who are you going with then?”

Fred grabbed the parchment and crumpled it up into a ball, before throwing it at you, the paper bouncing off your shoulder. You looked down at the paper, before meeting Fred’s gaze with a raised eyebrow.

He grinned at you, before miming the Ball, nodding over at you. You rolled your eyes, glancing round for Snape before throwing the parchment back at him, hitting him square in the face and causing half the table to hid their faces as they laughed.

“Well?” He asked, seemingly unfazed by the parchment that was now resting at his feet.

“Yeah, go on then, I suppose,” you whispered, shaking your head at him as he winked at Ron. When all the attention went back to school work, you caught Fred’s gaze again and smiled thankfully.

He saluted playfully, making you laugh, neither one of you noticing George’s frown and clenched fists beside him.

***

You hadn’t seen much of George since Fred had asked you to the Ball, him being too busy spending practically all of his time with Kiara.

It hurt, you had to admit, that he was constantly choosing her over you. Though you assumed it was only natural, what with Kiara being his first proper girlfriend.

Didn’t mean it hurt any less. And the fact you were so used to having George to yourself didn’t help - sometimes turning to ask him something, and then realising he’s not there.

He’d moved seats in class to sit by Kiara, meaning in some classes you were sat with whoever happened to be her previous partner, which therefore meant you were forced to watch as the boy you loved flirted with another girl, his hands constantly on her waist, sneaking kisses when the professor wasn’t looking, and, more often than not, simply not even acknowledging your existence, not even saying a simple ‘hello’.

In other classes you were sat by Fred, who, by all accounts, was actually a pretty good partner, being able to make you laugh and distract you from the show that tore your heart every time you saw it.

In fact, Fred had pretty much mastered exactly how to make you laugh until you cried, his aim in most lessons now, as he hated how sad you were because of his twin.

You were both giggling in the back of the classroom at something he’d said when McGonagall had pointed it out, asking you both to “Please quieten down.”

You bit your lip to muffle your laughing as Fred looked down at you, just happy he could make his friend smile when he knew how much you were hurting.

Much to the dislike of a certain redhead towards the front of the room, who immediately frowned every time he heard your laugh, knowing he wasn’t the one causing it, but his older twin.

His twin who was taking you to the Yule Ball.

George clenched his jaw as he heard you whispering something to Fred, barely being able to focus on anything else.

He knew you and Fred were friends, but since when were you both that close?

***

By the time the Yule Ball arrived, you and George were barely speaking at all. You’d cried about it more times than you’d like to admit, but you had decided that tonight, at the Ball, you would make it a night to remember, not wanting to mope and ruin Fred’s night since he had asked you pretty much as a favour - despite the amount of times he’d insisted he wanted to ask you, you knew he fancied Angelina Johnson, and had things played out differently, you were sure she’d have been the one he’d thrown the parchment at in the hall that day, not you.

Either way, when you’d made your way down the steps to the Great Hall, your dress swirling around you, hair and makeup perfect, Fred made a huge deal of wolf-whistling and complimenting you.

“Well aren’t you bloody gorgeous,” he grinned, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it, “I am one lucky guy.”

“You clean up pretty good too, Weasley,” you grinned, reaching up to straighten out his tie.

George scowled as he watched you with Fred, hating you being in such proximity to his brother, hands clenching and knuckles turning white as he watched Fred kiss the back of your hand. He had to force himself not to run over and shove Fred’s hands away from your waist, as he guided you off to the Hall. He was so distracted by firstly how stunning you looked, and secondly by how forward his brother was being, that he barely even noticed when Kiara had arrived by his side, until she nudged him a little and he forced out a smile.

He complimented the brunette girl, guiding her into the Hall as his hand reached into his pocket, brushing over a box to make sure it was still there.

Fred had been the perfect date all evening. He was a gentlemen - besides the occasional flirty comment - and insisted on staying by your side and dancing, even when you tried to usher him to ask Angelina to dance.

He was just about to give into your insistence with a laugh, when he noticed your expression changed as your attention was taken from him to whatever was going on behind him.

He cursed under his breath as he watched George hold out a small black box to Kiara, who had a huge smile on her face as she took the lid off. She pulled out a necklace, bringing George into a hug immediately, pressing kisses to his face.

Fred stood in front of your view of them, taking your hands in his, “Y/n... I’m sorry. He’s an idiot- he doesn’t know he’s got such a good thing, and wouldn’t know it if you punched him in the face - which, for the record, I think you should do.”

You wiped a stray tear from your eye, forcing yourself not to cry, “He gave her the necklace.”

“I know. I know, but he-“

“No Fred,” you interrupted gently, “He gave her the necklace. That necklace is one I saw when we were in Hogsmeade, and I said I wanted it. He-He even said he’d buy it for me one day! Not that I’d let him but- He bought it for her.”

Fred’s gaze softened, his heart breaking at the sight of your sad face, wrapping his arms around you and swaying a little to the music absent-mindedly.

“I’m sorry,” Fred whispered in your ear. You nodded, leaning against his shoulder, “Not your fault your brother is stupid.”

The song that was playing ended, and Fred grabbed your hand, leading you over to the table where the food and drinks were, pouring you a glass and offering it out to you. You took it gratefully, thanking him before taking a sip.

“Didn’t know you two were that close,” a voice came from behind you. A voice you knew well, one you could pick out anywhere. Fred reached out to squeeze your hand reassuringly, as you placed your glass down, nodding at him before turning around.

“Fred and I have always been good friends. I do have friends, other than you, you know. Which is a good job, considering you’ve been so distant with me,” you replied, focusing on keeping your voice level, rather than on the fact that he’d just given your necklace to his girlfriend.

George felt himself get angry as he noticed yours and Fred’s intertwined hands, swallowing harshly and shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.

“You know I’ve been trying to impress Kiara, being in a relationship takes up time. Not that you’d know, but I thought you’d understand. Didn’t think you’d replace me that quickly,” George retaliated in the midst of his anger, only being able to focus on you and Fred, and how close you were.

“Replaced you?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “You barely even say hello to me! So yes, I turned to a friend so I wasn’t alone. You’re the one who replaced me! And you gave her the necklace, George. The necklace you knew I wanted. You gave it to her.”

Not waiting for a response, you shot an apologetic glance towards Fred before rushing out of the Hall, suddenly needing some fresh air.

“Look what you did now!” Fred almost growled, before storming out after you, in an attempt to find you.

George took a shaky breath, cursing as he watched the two most important people to him leave.

“George?” A soft voice spoke from beside him.

“Kiara?”

The brunette girl smiled, pressing her lips together as she looked at the ginger, “I um... I think we should break up.”

George frowned, though he was surprised to find he didn’t feel too badly about what she’d said.

The girl held out a black box and placed it into George’s hands, “This should be hers. It’s more her style than mine, I think you know that too.”

The redhead hesitated, unsure of what to say in this situation, “Look, Kiara, I’m sorry-“

“She likes you,” Kiara interrupted him, grinning despite the situation.

“She doesn’t-“

“She does. And you like her. Now go find her.”

With one last hug, and another muttered apology, he nodded determinedly at her, and ran off in the direction of his brother and, he realised now, the girl he truly loved.

***

“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“It’s okay, I promise. It was always bound to happen right? I was always destined to fall for him, whilst he fell for her. Even if you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve realised. I’m- I’m so stupid, aren’t I? Falling for my best friend,” you let out a broken sob.

“You’re not stupid.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you swallowed back another sob as you turned around slowly, your eyes catching George’s gaze.

He stood, hair messy as if he’d raked his hands through it a few too many times, tie askew and shirt almost untucked in his haste to run and find you. He felt his heart clench, knowing he was the one to make you feel like this, and stepped forward reaching a hand out towards you as you blinked back tears, allowing him to bring you into his arms as you finally let the tears fall.

You knew you shouldn’t, that you should leave to your dorm, but being in George’s arms had always made you feel safe, made you feel protected.

More tears fell as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, muttering over and over again how sorry he was. How he was a fool, a git, a complete idiot.

You finally calmed down a little, looking around the empty hallway, not being sure exactly when Fred had disappeared but thankful for the privacy.

You wiped away the last of your tears, cursing mentally as you realise your makeup would be a mess - if the state of George’s shirt was anything to go by.

“Kiara told me you like- I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” he breathed out, a hand cupping your cheek as you blinked up at him.

“Yeah well, you’re stupid. I always knew you were stupid,” you replied with a sad laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked with a frown, his hands moving to hold your waist.

“You never asked. And then you-you got a girlfriend. What was I supposed to do?” You asked quietly.

“I’m in love with you,” George said suddenly, earnestly, genuinely as he held you against him.

“Not Kiara?”

He shook his head quickly, “She knew I liked you before I knew I liked you. Maybe I am stupid.”

“Maybe you are,” you let out a watery laugh, looking away from his gaze.

George suddenly reached into his pocket and brought out a familiar box, “This is yours. I don’t know what I was thinking, giving it to her. It’s yours - it’s always been yours.”

He opened the box, taking out the necklace you loved so much, and offering you a sheepish smile, “It’s not a good enough apology, I know. But I’m hoping it’s a start.”

He gently turned you around, placing the necklace around your neck, you shivering at the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, before turning you back around to face him, this time much closer than before, his forehead resting against yours.

“So, and correct me if I’m wrong,” he spoke as he leant forward a little more, his lips almost touching yours, “Does this mean that I like you and you like me and we both don’t think of each other as friends?”

You nodded a little, offering him a soft smile, “I don’t want to be friends, George,” you whispered just as his lips brushed your own, “I wanna be yours.”

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anxioussweasley · 2 years

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Helpless ||G.W

Chapter 3: Your Best Friend

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A/n: another short one! Im sorry lol. Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist!

93 Diagon Alley, London

June 15th, 1996

Y/n,

It’s me your favorite twin. Nah, not really but I assumed you already knew that. George and I both miss you. Though I think poor Georgie might die If we don’t hear from you soon. He said he wrote you back but you never responded. I don’t exactly know if that’s true but I’ve never considered George one to lie. Poor letter probably got lost, George has got this new owl, it’s quite a strange little creature. She’s probably smaller than Ron’s owl Pigwidgen and quite the little trouble maker. Last week she knocked a whole display of snakbox’s off the shelf. I have no idea how since she probably weighs less than a piece of paper, but alas. George of course defended her to his dying breath.

Anyway, George and I would like to invite you to stay with us at the shop for a few days after graduation. It would be good to see some familiar faces. I’ve tried to invite Lee and Angelina but Lee is “super busy with adulting” and Ange says that she is starting her apprenticeship at St. Mongos as soon as she graduates. But I know you won’t be able to resist. I’m sure you’re just heartbroken now that you can’t see me and my devilish good looks every day. I always was the more attractive twin. Can’t wait to hear from you. George says hi.

Your Best Friend,

Fred

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

June 17th, 1996

Freddie,

I hope this letter makes it to you well. Especially after hearing that george’s letter had gone missing. I would love to come visit you but I’m not sure that it is the best idea. I don’t know. Would you laugh at me if I said i’m scared to be around George? I know we agreed that we were still going to be friends, and believe me i’ve missed you both since you left, but I won’t lie and say that this distance hasn’t made things easier. Oh, merlin I hope you don’t let him read this. Promise me you won’t? The thing is, I’m still hurt. And I need to get over him. And I don’t know how. Sometimes I still wish I had never told him. Then we could all be normal. Things were supposed to go back to normal but I’m not sure they ever can. I love him. He doesn’t love me. How am I supposed to get over that? I don’t know, I’m probably being dramatic. I guess tell George I said hi, and that I have to think about it.

Your Best Friend,

Y/n

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ickle-ronniekins · 3 years

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black & white

request: from nonnie: ASDFGhjkl. Why are your fics so CUTE? 😭 Can I request a cute and cheesy George proposing to the fem!reader—and they’re wedding? 💜

desc: a love story unfolded via a timeline of events and colors. based on the song ‘black and white’ by niall horan

pairing: george x fem!reader

word count: 5.5k

warning(s): lil bit of angst, alcohol, some sexual content if you squint but it stops before things ~heat up~

A/N: this is just pure fluff. may or may not have cried at the cheesiness. idk. i’m a cheesy gal. can’t help it. i’m in love with a fictional character. sorry i went a tad overboard with this. also let’s pretend ~voldy~ doesn’t exist in this k? reminder that my requests are currently closed, i am merely working through the requests already in my inbox. i do not give permission for my work to be posted on any other platform.

Red

Red, hot fury swept through your bones as you watched him laugh hysterically alongside his brother. You balled your fists together, ready to throw a punch, but you knew your mum would lock you in your room until you were forty years of age if you even thought of throwing hands.

George Weasley was a pretentious little git. It was bad enough that he was your neighbour and you had to see him and his equally annoying twin in the village nearly every day, but what made it even worse was that for whatever reason, he’d chosen you to be on the receiving end of all of his pranks. His mother, Molly, was not for it -- she often gave her sons a solid tongue lashing, but it clearly never made an impact, for each and every day they were back to their normal mischief, seeking out ways to make you shake with anger.

“Weasley!” you squeaked as he and his brother ran back across the field toward their home. You loathed the idea of being in the same school as him in just two years time. At least here, at home, you could escape to your own house and your own room, far away from the boy who teasingly threw a red paint balloon all over you and your new dress. But at school, well -- the castle was only so big, wasn’t it? You weren’t sure how far away from him you’d be able to get.

You watched as he and Fred ran away, their giggles echoing through the air on top of the hill. You looked down at your ruined dress and screamed. You reckoned you’d never be able to love the colour red ever again -- not when it had ruined your beautiful purple dress, and especially when it was the colour of his annoying, messy hair.

Yellow

“I’m really sorry.”

He was standing across from you in the field. You thought about telling him that you needed to take four showers in order to get all of the red paint from your hair, and that your dress was permanently stained, but instead you folded your arms across your chest and huffed a bit. Not even magic could salvage it.

“I promise, I mean it,” he squeaked, as if he could read your mind. He seemed sincere, but he was always getting into all types of trouble, wasn’t he? Perhaps he was as good a liar as he was a pranker.

You kicked at the dirt, unsure of what to say. “You ruined my dress.”

“I know, I’m really sorry,” he said again, “it was all Freddie’s doing! I know he normally takes charge of pranks, but blimey, I told him it wasn’t a good idea.”

You arched your eyebrows up in surprise. “You did?”

“Yeah,” George told you. The wind ruffled the leaves on the tree next to you both, and you watched him tentatively as a big smile split his face. He wandered over to the tree trunk and picked at the flowers that were growing at the base. Then he turned around, marched right over to you, and handed them to you.

Yellow dandelions. You peered down at them, and then looked up at him in surprise. This wouldn’t fix your dress, but he was trying, at least. You noticed the dimples that appeared on his cheeks when he smiled. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

You couldn’t help it; you blushed and looked toward the ground. You picked a bit at the flowers and met George’s gaze once again. “You still owe me, Weasley.”

You both heard Molly calling him for dinner. “Okay, mum!” he called back, his voice echoing against the wind. He turned back toward you. “Promise. I owe you. I also promise to kick Fred’s arse since it was his idea anyway.”

A squeak of a giggle emitted from your lips and you watched as George Weasley skipped all the way home.

Blue

All of Ravenclaw house erupted into cheers as the colours of the Great Hall changed to celebrate the momentous occasion of your house winning the Quidditch Cup. It had been a neck to neck match against Gryffindor, but had you not caught the snitch before Harry, they would have had it in the bag for the third year in a row.

“At the risk of sounding like I’m pro Ravenclaw, I’ve got to say, you guys put up a great match,” you whirled around in the crowd and saw George standing in front of you. He had his hands in his pockets and he shrugged, clearly upset at a Gryffindor loss, but at least they hadn’t lost to Slytherin, right? “You really are a wicked Seeker.”

“Thanks, Weasley,” you said triumphantly, both pleased with yourself for winning but also feeling a little bit guilty for beating Gryffindor.

“When did you get so good anyway?”

“Hmm,” you placed your hand to your chin and pretended to be deep in thought, “do you mean, how did I get to be so incredible? I don’t have an answer for you, truthfully, reckon I was just born with it.”

Students filtered around you both, and you watched him laugh as blue confetti fell around the both of you and the rest of the Great Hall. Personally you thought it was a little much, but the captain had insisted. You met George’s gaze again though, and rolled your eyes.

“Oi, mate,” you heard Fred call. He reached his twin and threw an arm around his shoulders, “what’re you doing over here, conversing with the enemy?” You rolled your eyes yet again, something you found yourself doing quite often with the two of them, and Fred just grinned obnoxiously at you. “Only joking, Y/N. I suppose if anyone had to beat us, we’re glad it’s Ravenclaw. But if you repeat that, we’ll deny it, I swear to Merlin.”

“My lips are sealed, Freddie.”

You bid them both adieu before turning back to your house, celebrating and clinking your goblets of pumpkin juice together, and through the yelps and the cheers, you missed George say to Fred that he actually quite liked the way the Great Hall looked, all decorated in blue.

Orange

“How about you get to work on the ground Unicorn horn, and I’ll try and get this water crystalized?” you offered.

Today’s lesson was to brew the Oculus Potion, in the event any of you ever needed to restore someone’s sight. In an attempt to separate them, Snape had paired George with you and Fred with another Ravenclaw who didn’t look happy at all at the prospect of having him as her partner. You peered over the cauldron at George and said, “No worries. We’ve only got thirteen steps. I reckon if we keep at this without any distractions, we’ll be finished before the rest of class.”

“Better get cracking, then,” George replied.

The two of you worked in comfortable silence; you tensed a few times when Snape meandered by your table, peering down into your cauldron and scoffing, for you were certain that an attempt at any type of potion would never live up to his unrealistic expectations of two sixteen-year-olds.

A little while later, you realized that the heat emitting from all of the cauldrons was making the entire classroom incredibly warm. “Blimey, could he open a bloody window, or something?” you asked, ignoring the fact that there were absolutely no windows in the dungeons. George laughed and continued to add the crystalized water into your cauldron as you pulled your sweater over your head, leaving you in your white button down and blue and grey tie. You pulled your hair back off of your neck and said, “Alright, be sure to only add the water until it turns indigo, George.”

The poor lad hadn’t been paying attention, because your potion was far past indigo at this point. In fact, it looked as though it had turned a deep, navy blue, bordering on black, as George peered at you with soft eyes and continued to pour in the crystalized water, not realizing that he was messing up your carefully brewed potion. A snapping noise pulled him from his thoughts, and a slight explosion erupted from your cauldron and caused black smoke to cover George’s face and hair.

Most of the class began to laugh, but Snape angrily shushed them and sauntered over to the two of you, clearly giddy beyond belief that he was able to deduct points from both of your houses for causing such a ruckus in his precious dungeons. George wiped a bit of the soot from his forehead as you poured in the antidote and giggled.

“Merlin, I’m sorry -- didn’t mean to get points taken from your house.”

“Eh, it was bound to happen sooner or later.. don’t worry about it. Look! Good as new,” you clapped your hands together as the potion turned to the desired shade of orange before the final two steps. You met George’s look through the orange haze over your cauldron and asked him, “What had you so distracted anyway, Weasley?”

“Oh, erm -- nothing,” he replied a bit quickly. It didn’t go unnoticed how he’d stumbled over his words and immediately went back to looking rather intently at the directions. You bit back a smile and looked back down at yours too, unable to rid yourself of the nerves bubbling up inside of you as George looked up once again, stealing glances at you through the orange mist as nerves overtook him, too.

Green

“You had no right to do that! What the bloody hell were you thinking?”

George was standing across from you on the empty dance floor; the Yule Ball had ended abruptly and each and every student had filtered from the Great Hall and back to their respective dormitories, per the teachers. The two of you had managed to stay somehow, now more than ten feet away; you looked at one another with envy as a dramatic scene unfurled between you both.

The entire night had been nothing but a dream, up until that one dance. You’d waltzed in, your light green dress swaying beautifully near your ankles, your hand wrapped around your date’s arm. You waved to your friends, who stood with their respective dates as well, and promised yourself you’d catch up with them at the end of the night when you’d undoubtedly have stories to tell them of the most magical evening of your life.

Except that wasn’t how it worked out, had it?

“He was all over you!” George called, and you noticed how prominent the veins in his hands were when he threw them up in the air. “You said no, didn’t you? He asked you to come back to his dorm and you’d said no. Did you expect me to stand there and do nothing when he grabbed your wrists and tried to pull you there?”

George was right. You had said no, and truthfully, the way your date had grabbed you and attempted to drag you back to his room had really frightened you. You reckoned it was the firewhisky he’d drunk earlier that evening -- he wasn’t violent or anything, but he seemed desperate to get you there. All George had done was step in and stand up for you, so why on earth should you be angry at him?

You didn’t want to give George the satisfaction of letting him know that he was right. You were mad at him for other reasons, anyway. It should’ve been you that he asked to the ball, not that other disturbingly annoying Beauxbatons girl. It’s like he’d picked her particularly because he knew her annoying, bubbly personality and thick French accent would get right under your skin.

You softened a bit as you took a deep breath. “I appreciate what you did, George, but it wasn’t your place. I can take care of myself. He nearly knocked you right out!”

George winced at your words and brought a hand to his black and blue eye. He hadn’t even had the time to grab some ice and place it to the injury, and it was now rather swollen. “I don’t care if he knocked me to the bloody ground, I wasn’t going to let him do that to you!”

You couldn’t help it; anger took you over and you were saying things you shouldn’t have before you could second guess yourself. “Well you know what, George? Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!”

You knew your words hurt him, but you didn’t care. He looked as though he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him; he stepped backward and faltered a bit. His breathing became heavy and irregular. “You already had your date when I asked her, Y/N -- don’t you dare try and pin this on me.”

He was right, yet again. You couldn’t help it. Big, fat tears were falling down your face now and you reckoned you wouldn’t be able to salvage the rest of the hideousness that was this evening. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and noticed the smears of black mascara and eyeliner on your skin. He inched forward now and opened his arms, but you backed away, still not ready to show him any affection.

You were being a git, but the truth was, you’d waited until the very last possible second for George to ask you to the ball. So when he didn’t, you begrudgingly agreed to the Hufflepuff who’d stepped forward and asked you himself. And as you walked swiftly passed George and up the steps to your common room, you realized that though you’d said yes, your heart had been with the Weasley boy you so adored the entire evening.

In truth, what he’d done was brave and full of love and passion. But you were still filled with hurt.

The green monster of jealousy that you’d felt when you’d watched him dance with his date was such a vice, but you just couldn’t help how you felt.

You left George alone in the desolate Great Hall as he let his head fall into his hands, pushing down his fury and tears.

Grey

You hadn’t gone back to him, that boy from the Yule Ball. You thought about it, but you figured you’d spare George more anger.

He’d approached you, your date, the day afterwards, apologizing profusely for his behaviour and how embarrassed he was at the whole ordeal. He’d asked you for lunch, only if you were okay, and you politely declined. “Friends,” you’d said, and he smiled pitifully, but gratefully, and took your hand in his to shake it.

It was so stupid, wasn’t it? Fighting with George over this. So he hadn’t asked you to the Yule Ball, so what? It wasn’t the end all, be all, was it? And he’d stood up for you, hadn’t he? When things had gotten a little out of control. He hadn’t been your date, but he had been your saviour.

It had only been a week since the dance and you two hadn’t said a word to one another. Fred had begged you too. “Come on, Y/N, you know he’s real sorry. Can’t you just forgive him? Blimey, it’s a right difficult thing to do, splitting my time between you both.”

You merely pressed your lips together and huffed. “He can come apologize to me himself, Fred. He doesn’t need you to do it for him.”

But later that afternoon, you figured, why wait? This whole thing was so dramatic and stupid. And so after rereading the same page eight times due to your lack of concentration, you jumped up from your chair in the Ravenclaw common room and made way toward the Great Hall, as fast as your legs could carry you. You were just going to tell him exactly that -- that this entire thing was dumb, and that you were thankful for him, and that bloody hell, you missed him. Perhaps it was a bit dramatic -- it had only been six days, right? You couldn’t help it. You missed him. You missed him a lot.

The thought of finally speaking to him after a very dramatic week apart made your heart flutter, and a very wide smile split your face just as you were about to round the last bend before the Great Hall.

And then you saw it. Them. Tucked away in a corner near a deserted classroom -- tangled together, George’s hands on her waist, hers in his long red hair. Her lips nearly on his. Smiling, giggling. Kissing him.

That bloody annoying Beauxbatons girl.

You stopped short and nearly tripped over your own two feet. You opened your mouth to speak but just let your mouth tremble in silence as you watched them snog one another. Her laugh was so painfully sugary sweet, you felt as though you’d like to rip your own hair out.

You were surprised how quickly the sight of them had sent your heart plummeting into your stomach. Somewhere in the few moments when you stood there in shock, your vision had become blurry and your face had become wet. You wiped at it with your sweater sleeve and sniffled quietly so they wouldn’t hear you. You spun on your heel and sped back toward your common room, wondering what the bloody hell had come over you when you thought of apologizing to him. You just wanted to get back to your dorm. Or perhaps back to your house in Ottery St. Catchpole. Stupid, silly girl you were.

If only you knew that George had spotted you before you’d left and froze solid in the spot he was standing, ignoring the forwardness of the Beauxbatons girl attached to his arm, his heart and mind chasing you all the way home.

Purple

The Ravenclaw common room was completely empty except for you. You always did this, though -- each and every year, you were always the last to finish packing. Not because you were a procrastinator, but because you hated admitting to yourself that another year was over, and you were another year closer to impending graduation.

Someone popped through the door and said your name softly. You turned and saw George standing there with a small smile on his face. “Hey,” he said, “train’s here. You almost ready to go?”

You groaned and looked back down at your trunk, now fully packed. “If I’ve got to be.” You felt like an absolute idiot that those few words brought tears to your eyes so easily. “Oi, here I go again.”

George laughed lightly and pulled you into a hug. “We’ll be back in no time, you’ll see again how quickly the summer holidays go.”

“But George, it’s our last year!” you cried. And then you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, because you didn’t fancy the idea of boarding the train with smudged makeup and a red nose. “Anyway, shall we?”

When you grabbed your trunk and headed toward the door, George gently took your hand in his and turned you around. “I’ve got something for you actually.”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and clapped your hands together. “A present? It’s not even my birthday.”

But then you wondered if it was actually a present he wanted to give you, because he took your other hand in his and squeezed them, a serious look on his face. Your features twisted into that of confusion, and you’d be lying if you said that your heartbeat didn’t increase at the sight of him looking at you so earnestly. “What is it?”

“I’ve been a real git this year. Specifically, the Yule Ball. And a little while after that.”

You laughed and playfully shoved him. Though you still felt the sting of those few weeks, you two had managed to patch things up. He hadn’t lasted that long with that Beauxbatons girl anyway. “George, we’ve been over this, c’mon -- you were only doing what you thought was right. I’ve forgiven you, you know.”

“I know,” he smiled, and you could tell that he was equally as glad as you were that you two had placed that argument behind you. But what you two hadn’t touched on since then was what you’d said to him in a fit of fury: Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!

Of course he’d wanted to ask you. He’d wanted to ask you more than anything in the entire world, but each and every time he’d opened his mouth to say something, he couldn’t. Bloody nerves, and all that. Then he went and acted like a prat, making you cry, and he vowed to himself that he’d never make you cry again, unless it were happy tears.

“I realized I’ve never properly made it up to you -- not asking you to the the Yule Ball in the first place, and that time when we were nine.”

You raised your eyebrows suspiciously. “When we were nine? What the bloody hell happened when we were nine?”

And then he pulled from his pocket the most beautiful lavender pendant you ever did see. The circular stone was outlined in the same silver as the chain, and the sun flooding in from the windows made it sparkle more than anything you’d ever seen in your life. Your breath caught in your throat and you looked back and forth from the necklace to George, and back again.

“I ruined your purple dress, remember?” he asked you. He laughed a bit, probably thinking about the ridiculous way you’d looked with red paint splattered all over you. You couldn’t believe he remembered that. “Now, it’s not a dress, but seeing as we’ve grown up a bit since then, I reckoned you’d prefer something a little nicer.” He swallowed over a lump in his throat before continuing. “I never fancied her, you know. That girl from Beauxbatons. I just...” he trailed off, searching for words he couldn’t seem to muster up. You wondered if he could hear the dramatic thump of your heart, beating loudly in the heavy silence. “It doesn’t matter. It was you I wanted to be with that night, and long after. I still do.”

Then he brushed aside your hair and placed the pendant around your neck. You peered at him through blurry vision, and surprised yourself that you were now crying due to the tenderness of his touch and the emotion in his gift and not that you two were about the board the train and leave school, no longer the same two people you were just a few moments ago.

You did the only thing you could think of and you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. You felt his shock, but it took him only mere milliseconds before he was kissing you back. In truth, you’d been wondering what it would feel like to kiss him -- the taste of him, the feel of your limbs entangled together, exactly how high your heart would soar. It was exactly the way first kisses were meant to be -- slow, and easy, and warm, the way it’s supposed to feel after having swam all day long -- your body limp and muscles de-tensing. You moulded perfectly with him, and when gravity (or rather, the first signal of the train’s departure) pulled you from one another, he peered at you with such affection that you felt as though you might explode.

You grabbed the pendant and held in gently in between your fingers, already having memorized the outline of the silver and the different shades of purple within it. “I am so bloody happy you threw red paint at me that day, Weasley.”

He laughed haughtily, throwing his head back before swinging an arm around your waist and pulling your trunk toward the exit of the Ravenclaw common room. “Merlin, me too.”

White

You were sitting at your kitchen table, ignoring the massive amount of work in front of you to admire your other hard work. Your cozy little flat looked just as you always imagined it would, with the added bonus of your boyfriend in the corner of the front entrance, fixing a loose coat hanger on the wall.

Never in your life did you imagine that things could be as perfect as this.

You couldn’t help but wonder if it would be a flat you two would share one day.

You got up and brought with you his half empty glass of wine and handed it to him. Gratefully he took it and sipped before pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead. But then you gently traced his jawline with your finger, down his neck, across his collar bone until he followed your move and leaned in to kiss you. It was soft and chaste and everything like your first one had been. But as the alcohol worked its way through your veins, you found yourself pressing yourself harder against him.

A moan of content escaped him as you bit down on his lip and slipped your hands underneath his shirt, hands pressed against his chest. Unashamedly, you pulled him toward your bedroom, and he placed his empty wine glass next to yours on the table as he kicked the door closed.

The two of you fell backwards onto the bed in an entanglement of limbs. He hovered above you, dropping down a bit to press light kisses to your neck, in between your collarbones, behind your ears, against your jawline. You so desperately wanted to feel his weight on top of you, and so you yanked him firmly against you and kissed him in a way that there was no aching way that he wouldn’t be able to tell exactly what you wanted.

He began to undo the buttons on your shirt, taking time to press kisses into your chest at the exposed places before he stopped himself and gently ran his hands across your hips, and then your cheek. His voice was merely a whisper in the deafening silence, “Are you sure?”

He gazed at you with such tenderness and love that you knew he’d stop, if you’d asked him to. He wouldn’t go another inch further if you weren’t ready. And for you, that was more than enough.

“I’m sure.”

He sucked in a breath and dipped down to press lips to yours gently before continuing to make light work of your clothes. He explored every inch of you, and the sensation of his lips gently grazing your skin caused you to arch your back in pleasure. You could feel him smiling against you, wildly in love, handling you with such care as if you were a tiny glass figure he was afraid of breaking. He held you so delicately and worked his way through each and every single one of your wants with slow and gentle hands.

You’d known it was love with him; maybe not consciously, but you’d known it long before now. Love, filled with intensity and desire and longing, in its most vulnerable and fragile form -- pure, and blinding white.

Pink

The summer air wafted in through the open window in the kitchen, and you listened to Mrs. Weasley hum some Muggle song as she set the table for dessert. You placed the finishing touches on the lemon meringue pie you baked, special because it was George’s favourite and Mrs. Weasley had insisted.

You had to admit, he’d always had the outside exterior of a tough guy, but owning a business did absolute wonders for his confidence. You noticed the way he stood up a little straighter, smiled a little bigger, and most of all, just how much he gushed about all the plans you two would be able to act on, now that you were both making income of your own.

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N, you’ve absolutely knocked it out of the park with this pie, if I do say so myself.” Arthur’s praise was nothing short of wonderful; you felt the tips of your ears turn pink at his compliments. By the way Ron slouched back in his chair, looking rather chuffed indeed, you could tell he felt the same exact way. Especially when he reached for the last piece, but Hermione slapped his hand away.

“Oh my!” Molly yelped suddenly. You jumped in surprise in your seat. “Oh, Georgie dear, would you mind wandering into the field before dark? I’d love some wildflowers for the table,”

“Sure thing, mum.” George replied before turning to you and squeezing your hand. “Want to tag along?”

You said, “Of course” at the exact same time Ron said “I’ll come along too, I could use a good walk” and if you hadn’t been so focused on George’s tender gaze, you almost would’ve missed Fred silently hissing at Ron and Hermione slapping his hand yet again. “On second thought,” Ron swallowed thickly, “I’d better stay here and help you clean up, mum.”

“Atta boy, Ronniekins,” Molly said. To you and George, she continued, “You two better get going -- not long now before it turns dark!”

George stood and pulled you to your feet. “You coming, love?”

“I go where you go.”

About twenty minutes later, as the setting sun had blended with the light purples and pinks of the sky, you’d found yourself with a rather beautiful bouquet of wildflowers for Molly. You turned to George, who was leaning against the tree and smiling at you, and asked, “Shall we get going darling? Don’t want to be too late. I reckon your mum will come out here searching for us if we spend an evening among the stars.”

“Doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea, actually.” His grin deepened, and then he said, “you’re lucky I don’t have any pranks up my sleeve right now.”

You look up at the tree and recognized the place where he’d infuriated you all those long years ago. You rolled your eyes and shook your head before twirling in your dress. “I am lucky. I was able to get a new dress after the one you so lovingly ruined. Though I will admit -- I wasn’t all that big of a fan of those puffy sleeves. This one’s much more adult.”

George arched his eyebrow in surprise before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “Oh yes it is.”

You slapped him playfully and pointed your finger at him. “Alright you prat, calm yourself, you’ll have to wait until we get back to our flat for any funny business.”

But then you realized, as George’s features turned from mischievous to genuine within the matter of seconds, that there was definitely more pressing matters than funny business on his mind.

And then he was telling you how he’d only teased you back then because he’d found you so bloody cute, and how he should’ve asked you to the Yule Ball and regretted every single day that he didn’t, and how he’d never met anyone who could play Quidditch quite as well as you, and how bloody happy he’d been when you’d kissed him that day in the Ravenclaw common room. And then knelt down and he asked it, the words you’d imagined since you were a little girl, strung together with such fondness and emotion and tenderness that you weren’t quite sure how you were standing upright.

You’d already begun to nod quickly through your tears before he finished, but would he really be George Weasley if he didn’t tease you, just a little? “Say yes,” he laughed, “say yes and marry me and be my wife for as long as you’ll have me.”

He slid the ring onto your finger and kissed you and picked you up and whirled you around in the field and held you gently in his arms as though you were a precious glass figurine and he was doing everything in his power to hold you delicately.

“Yes. I say yes.”

Black & White

You asked, When did you first know?

And he answered, I always knew.

You both ran back up the aisle, your white dress fluttering around your ankles, his black suit hugging the curves of his arms, and into the field and away from the party, momentarily, to celebrate your first moments as husband and wife in the place where he’d figured it all out.

He’d known since that afternoon when he’d handed you those yellow dandelions that he would bring you back here one day, to ask you to be his wife. He’d known, in the Ravenclaw common room when he gave you that purple pendant, still dangling from your neck, that one day he’d also give you a ring. He’d known, all those long years ago, that he wanted to marry you, and that you would say yes, when he’d finally ask.

And now, in front of your friends and family, he’d vowed to love you -- love in it’s purest and simplest form, love -- with all it’s sentiment and emotion and vulnerability. He vowed to love you and only you for the rest of his life.

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My Heart is Yours | F.W.

Title: My Heart is Yours

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: For Valentine’s Day, Fred Weasley (with the help of half the Gryffindors) plans an over the top (but sweet) way to ask his best friend, Y/N L/N, to be his.

A/N: The title was given by @freddie1978

Fred’s POV

Today was the day, the day we have planned a whole week for. The day wherein I have asked the help of half the Gryffindors. The day I would ask my best friend, Y/N L/N to be my girlfriend.

All of us involved got up very early, to go through the entire plan before Y/N woke up.

“So, does that make everything clear?” I asked the group, all agreed.

Everyone then went on to do their respective tasks.

I sighed, sitting down as I placed my head in my hands.

“Hey.” George said, sitting beside me, “What’s the matter with you?” He asked, “You should be getting ready.”

I looked at him, “Who am I kidding George? She’ll obviously reject me.” I said, slumping back in my seat.

George had a worried look on his face, “Don’t tell me you’re backing out this now.”

I gulped, “I-I don’t know Georgie, what if I can’t do this after all.”

“You can do. Everything will go according to plan and she will say ‘yes’.” George said.

Ginny then appeared in front of us, “Nerves?” She asked, turning to my twin.

He nodded, “Yep.”

Ginny handed me a goblet, “Here, drink this.”

I looked at her skeptically, “What’s in this?”

She smiled, “Just plain old pumpkin juice with a drop or two of Felix Felicis.”

My eyes widened, “As in liquid luck?”

She nodded, “Yeah, figured you needed it.”

I immediately drank it, feeling a surge of confidence flow through my veins.

I turned to my twin, a huge smile making its way towards my lips, “Let’s get this party started.”

Reader’s POV

I woke up and went through my daily routine. Since I was a bit chilly, I threw on the nearest sweater I could get my hands on. I headed down to the common room, but strangely, it seemed like half of the Gryffindors where missing.

So, I decided to head down to the Great Hall, thinking that they were already having breakfast, considering what time it was.

When I arrived, only Ginny and Angelina were there.

I sat down in front of them, helping myself to some toast, “Where are the others?” I asked.

They shrugged, “Hermione, Ron and Harry are most probably in the library.” Ginny said.

I chuckled, “This early? Hermione is working the poor boys too much.”

“How about the twins and Lee?” I asked.

Angelina shrugged, “We haven’t seen them yet.”

“Why? You miss Freddie?” Ginny asked, nodding to the sweater I was wearing.

I gave her a confused look before looking down at the sweater, blushing as I saw the big F that was on the middle.

“Oh, come on.” Angelina teased as she saw me turn red, “Don’t even bother to deny it. We all know you like Fred.”

I blushed as red as Ginny’s hair, “Shh!” I shushed Angelina, who was now laughing along with Ginny.

After breakfast, I stood up, “I’m going to go find those three idiots.” I said, “Wanna come with?”

They both shook their head, “We’re going to play some Quidditch.” Ginny said, a mischievous glint present in her eyes.

“Okay then.” I said, heading to the library, in hopes that the Golden Trio would know the whereabouts of my best friends.

I almost ran into the three as they bolted out of the library, “Woah, woah. Slow down you three.”

They stopped in their tracks. “Oh, sorry Y/N.” Hermione apologized.

“Where are you three going in such a hurry?” I joked, “Are you in trouble again?”

Harry gave a small laugh, “Not today Y/N. Not today.”

Ron chuckled, “Besides, if there’s any one who is always in trouble, that would be my brothers.”

“Speaking of your brothers,” I said, suddenly remembering why I came to them in the first place, “Have you seen the twins? I have seen any sign of them today.”

The three of them exchange a look I couldn’t exactly read.

“We haven’t seen them since this morning.” Hermione said.

Harry took out something from his pocket, “But Fred did tell me to give this to you.” He said, handing me a rose that had a small note attached to it. Happy Valentines Day Princess! – Your favorite Weasley, Fred

I smiled, staring at the note at little bit longer, “I completely forgot that it was Valentine’s day today.”

The trio smiled before heading off. “Got to go Y/N!” Ron said.

“Good luck on looking for them!” Hermione said with a small wink.

I walked through the corridors, holding on to the rose dearly. And that was before I bumped into the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood,

“Oh, hey Ollie!” I greeted as he smiled, “Have you by any chance seen the twins and Lee?”

He seemed to think about it for a moment, “I saw them this morning, I think they were running away from Snape. But aside from then, I haven’t.”

I thanked him but before I could head off, Oliver stopped me.

“But.” He started, “Fred did want me to give something to you.”

I looked at him, slightly confused, “Really?”

He nodded, taking out a chocolate box in the shape of a heart and handed it to me.

There was another note attached to it, Hey Beautiful! Hope you enjoy the chocolates. But believe me when I say that they’re nowhere as sweet as you. - Freddie

I felt another blush rise up to my cheeks, “Thanks Ollie!” I said as I ran off.

“I have a feeling you’ll love what Fred has in store for you.” Oliver called after me, shooting me a small smile.

I arrived at the seventh-floor corridor, just near the Room of Requirement. I saw George and Lee coming from the corner.

“Where have you two been?” I asked as I ran towards them, “I have been looking for you guys all morning!”

They gave identical smiles, “Nowhere in particular.”

George then gave a cheeky smile as he nodded to the sweater I was wearing, “Cold?”

“Oh, sod off!” I playfully scolded him, trying to hide the small smile that was growing on my lips.

“So, where is he?” I asked, looking around thinking that he’ll just jump out and scare me.

Lee smiled, “Well, about that Y/N. Freddie has asked us to give something to you.”

I giggled, “Again?” I asked, “What’s with him and having all these random gifts show up everywhere?”

Lee handed a little teddy bear that was sporting a scarlet and gold sweater and it also had a small locket on.

I gasped, “Oh my Merlin. This is so cute.”

I flipped open the locket and saw a little picture of Fred and I during our fourth year, we were both laughing like crazy after our prank on George and Lee had been successful.

“Can you two please tell me where in the world is Fred?” I pleaded, giving George and Lee my best puppy-dog eyes.

George chuckled, “Check the note.”

I opened up the note that was attached, Dear Y/N, you must be wondering why I’m giving you all these presents. Meet me at the Courtyard and you’ll find out. – Freddie ;)”

After giving George and Lee a quick “thank you” I was already dashing off to the courtyard.

When I arrived, I was Fred was there, with his back turned to me.

I approached him slowly, “You wanted to see me?”

He turned to look at me, a huge grin on his face, “Like my presents sweetheart?”

I smiled, the pet name making me weak in the knees, continuing to walk towards him.

“So, what’s with the gifts?” I asked, looking up into his gorgeous brown eyes.

“Well, it is Valentines day. And I thought that this year, we should do something different.” He said.

That’s because it was our tradition every year on Valentines the two of us would go on a “date as friends”.

“And I’m guessing that you have another surprise up your sleeve.” I said.

He smiled, taking my hand and pulling me closer to him, “Right as always sweetheart.”

As if on cue, fireworks started erupting, painting the sky with bright colors.

Later on, the fireworks then started to form the words, Be Mine?

I then turned to Fred, to see him kneeling on one on the ground, a small red box open in his hand and a ring can be seen inside.

“Y/N.” Fred started, a hint of nervousness in his voice, “I have known you ever since we sat at the same compartment on the train in first year. Ever since, I have continued to fall in love with you every single day. You are simply irresistible. You are so beautiful, so amazing, so brilliant, so smart. I want to be able to love you openly, I want to be able to cuddle with you in the common room. I want to kiss you; I want you to be mine. So, will you be my girlfriend?”

I nodded, tears starting to well up in my eyes. “Yes.”

He smiled slipping the ring on my finger, it had the words His Queen engraved on it.

He then held up his right hand, showing me a similar ring on his finger with the Her King engraved on it.

I smiled, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt and crashing our lips together. His hands went to the small of my back and pulled me closer to him.

The kiss was messy, but it was passionate. All the pent-up feelings that were kept over the years were poured into that kiss.

We pulled away, breathless, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.

Then I whispered, “My heart is yours.”

We heard cheers as our friends celebrated from the sides.

I giggled and raised my hand with the ring on it.

Ginny ran forward and engulfed me in a hug.

“Fred.” She timidly said, “I may or may not have lied to you earlier.”

“About what?” He asked.

His sister smiled, “There was no Felix Felicis in your drink earlier. It was just plain pumpkin juice.”

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mycrofts-gunbrella · 3 years

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Fred Weasley x Reader- The Worry of Wealth

Hey! As promised, I will be posting my three part Fred story in celebration of reaching 100 followers so quickly! Feedback is always welcome!

"Fred? Fred? Freddie? Hellooo? You're staring again." Fred was snapped out of his thoughts by his twin clicking his fingers in front of his face.

"What?"

"Y/N. You're staring at her again, it's getting a bit creepy if you ask me." George tugged his brother's arm out to the courtyard.

"Yeah well I didn't ask you." Fred quipped back, slumping on the wall. George raised an eyebrow at Fred's tone and nudged him. "It's just so bloody frustrating Georgie. I like her. Like I REALLY like her." He groaned, hitting his head back on the bricks and closing his eyes in annoyance as you walked past him and gave him a small smile.

Y/N L/N- the most gorgeous girl to ever grace the grounds of Hogwarts. You were clever, beautiful and one of the funniest people Fred had ever met- some of your pranks even leaving him in awe. If that all didn't already make it hard enough for Fred to catch your attention you were part of the L/N family. The one family that was even more wealthy than the Malfoys. You could have anybody you wanted. Poor old Fred fell for you hard the moment he was paired with you in second year potions and you kept catapulting random ingredients into everyone else's cauldrons so you and him had the luxury of being the first to finish and escape Snape's words of wrath, all while enjoying the confused looks of the other students who were adament they had followed the recipe step by step. That was 4 years ago. He'd always noticed you before then but never really paid you too much attention, knowing from the get-go you'd never be interested in a Weasley. He opened his eyes and looked down at his clothes. His shoes were his dad's old ones, the soles tearing from the leather and scuffing at the front. His robes were fraying and his jumper sleeves both had holes in after being both Bill's and Charlie's before he got given them and grimaced.

George just looked at his brother and frowned. Y/N was genuinely one of the nicest people he had ever met but he'd be lying if he didn't think his family's financial situation would stop her from seeing Fred in any way more than just a friend rather than embarrassing herself by dating the guy from the poorest family at Hogwarts. Still, he'd always try anything to help his brother get what he wants.

"Come on Freddie, we've got quidditch practice next. That'll take your mind off her for at least a little bit." Fred still sulked and wouldn't move. "Oi." George slapped Fred's arm. "I'll race you. Last one there is a soggy mandrake." And with that George started to run. Fred rolled his eyes and jogged behind him. All of a sudden a huge crash was heard as George tripped and fell straight into the group of you and your friends, sending the books and papers you had stacked in your hands flying through the air and landing on the ground. "Ooopppss." George spoke childishly. "Sorry Y/N, gotta run. I’ve got a race to win." George finished continuing to run to the quidditch grounds after shooting a wink in his brother's direction. Fred immediately went to help you.

"Sorry my brother is such a bloody idiot. If you think this is bad, imagine living with him." He attempted to joke as his piled your discarded papers in his arms. He offered his hand out to you to help you up and felt his face flush as your skin came into contact with his. You just laughed it off and stood.

"It's fine honestly. I have 3 sisters, I'm used to it." You grinned, taking the pile of books and papers from him. He nodded in response and wiped his hands on his trousers, noticing they had become clammy. "Thanks Fred." You smiled, leaning up to kiss his pale cheek, trying to hide your amusement as you watched his face become redder than his hair. Fred zoned back in from his little daydream and opened his mouth to speak.

"Uh do you want a hand? With the books I mean. Not that I'd give you a hand with anything else. Obviously. Unless you wanted me to. Then I-" Your giggling cut him off.

"I'm actually free next period. Do you want to help me carry these back to my dorm? We could hang out for a bit after if you wanted as a thank you?" You asked, feeling your own heart beat a little rapidly for finally asking out the boy you'd been fawning over since you were 14. You watched as his face dropped and panicked. "You don't have to don't worry.."

"NO! Uh I mean.. I'd love to... but I can't. I can help you carry your stuff but there's quidditch practice I've got to go to since we have that big game against Slytherin in a couple days." Fred shouted inwardly at himself. The one bloody time he had an opportunity to be with you for a bit and he couldn't go. Although he was tempted to drop everything then and there for you.

"No worries! How about you sneak me into practice and then we can go grab a butterbeer afterwards?" You tried again, mentally crossing your fingers for luck. Fred nodded, for once in his life being completely speechless. He knew he shouldn't get his hopes up and that this was just going to be an innocent drink among friends but he was still excited. He took all of your stuff from your hands, despite you saying you could carry a little bit before thinking through what you had said earlier and turning his head towards you.

"Hey Y/N?" You hummed in response. "How did you know I was Fred anyway? I'm pretty sure no one said our names when George rugby tackled you." You grinned and felt your cheeks warm a little. After having a soft spot for Fred the last four years you could tell the difference between him and his brother in a heartbeat.

"You're my favourite." You answered innocently.

"Right. Yeah okay. Makes sense." Fred swallowed deeply and carried on walking beside you.

In the distance George watched on and grinned to himself.

"Oh George Weasley you genius. 10 points for supreme wingmanery." He grinned to himself, actually making his way to the quidditch pitch now.

Barely 10 minutes had passed before Fred came sauntering out onto the quidditch pitch.

"Oi what took you so bloody long? Do you want us to lose?" Ron shouted at his brother. Fred said nothing and instead turned to face the stalls, giving you a quick wave and kicking up on his broom. "Bloody hell is that Y/N? As in THE Y/N L/N?" Ron's eyes widened as seeing your face in the distance.

"Freddie here is just a boy in love." George teased, making kissing noises as he flew around his twin.

"No way. Sorry Fred but it won't happen." Ron quipped, tightening his grip on his broom. "Have you seen her? She's gorgeous." He trailed off. "Not to mention stinking rich."

"Well rumour has it that Fred is going to Hogsmeade with her after practice for some butterbeer as 'friends'" George grinned.

"How did yo-"

"Eyes and ears everywhere Fred." Before anyone else could say a word Madame Hooch came out to begin training.

Spending 60 minutes ogling Fred Weasley was definitely one of your best choices of time wasting. You hadn't even realised they had finished until Fred came flying over to you, red faced and sweating slightly.

"Could you give me like 10 minutes to get cleaned up then I'll be ready to go if you're still up for it?"

"Of course I'm still up for it. It was my idea after all." You grinned.

"Wicked." He turned to fly back down when you called him back.

"Fancy giving me a lift down there? The stairs are a killer, I'll look like I've played 12 rounds of quidditch by the time I reach the bottom." You joked, slinging your small bag over your shoulder.

"You'd still look gorgeous." Fred muttered; realising quickly he said his thoughts out loud and coughed, hoping you didn't hear. "Uh I mean yeah. If you want. I'm a bit sweaty, mind and my broom's not the best but I reckon it could take your weight too.." He stopped and groaned. "Bollocks that's not what I meant. Obviously it would take your weight, you're perfect.. I mean, not perfect. Nobody's perfect. Not that you're NOT perfe-"

"Fred you're all good." You blushed a little at his words and his nervousness. He nodded and turned around and shuffling forward a little.

"Your chariot awaits Madame."

Fred stiffened as you used his shoulders for balance to climb behind him on the broom. You wrapped your arms around his frame and squeezed a little, both faces burning from the close proximity as you made your journey to the bottom of the pitch near the other players.

"I'll see you in a minute?" Fred asked more than anything, still not quite sure if you were going to go through with going out with him. You nodded and smiled, taking a seat on the bench there as the team walked through to the changing rooms.

"Not even been on a date yet and she's already ridden your broom."

"Bugger off George."

/./././././././././././././././././././././././././

The journey to The Hogshead was silent. Not awkard but equally not NOT awkward. It was unlike either of you to have nothing to say so this was definitely a new experience; you just hoped the conversation would pick up when you sat down with your drinks. Thankfully, it did.

"You know, I'm kind of glad your brother launched me in the courtyard. I've been wanting a good enough excuse to talk to you outside of class for a while." You admitted, awkwardly wiping away the condensation from the side of your butterbeer glass. Fred's cheeks dusted pink a little and he smiled.

"You didn't need an excuse; I'd have said yes anyway. Unless of course you like getting thrown to the ground before every date." OhshitFredsheneversaiditwasadate. "Not that this is a date. Is it? I wouldn't not like it to be. I get if it-"

"I've never heard you stumble over any of your words before. To be fair, I don't think I've heard you finish your own sentence for a while. It's cute." You grinned. "This can be whatever you want it to be." You finished. Fred tested the waters by reaching his hand over the table to hold yours, rubbing his thumb along your knuckle.

"Thank Merlin for that. That could have been bloody awkward." With that interaction dealt with, the two of you spent the next hour chatting about anything and everything, neither of you having laughed so much before. Why hadn't he just manned up and asked you out sooner? You were just so amazing it enchanted Fred; enchanted him enough the past 60 minutes that he forgot he only had enough money for one butterbeer until the waitress came over with the bill; he had just finished his third but now he was sure he was going to throw it all back up. What was he going to do? Fred felt his hands sweat and his cheeks burn.

"Fred? Hey, are you okay?" You asked, placing the money for your drinks on the receipt.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Fred croaked, pulling his hand out his pocket to show his few measly coins that he had. Mixed in it was 2 buttons and a piece of gum, none of which Fred was sure would work as accepted currency.

"Don't worry about it, I got it." You smiled, taking out some more money and setting your purse back in your bag. The waitress gave Fred a look and smiled at you before walking away. Fred had never felt so embarrassed- now he remembered why he didn't ask you out before. Then he felt himself doing something he hadn't done in years- his eyes started to water and he had to get out of there.

"Sorry I've uh. I've got to go. Thank you for the drinks." And with that he all but ran out of there, turning multiple corners until he found the side street next to Zonko's that led to a small seating area he could be alone for a while. What was he thinking? Did he honestly think going out with the richest, most popular girl in school was going to work in his favour? Stupid, even for you Freddie. He hung his head in his hands and groaned, so lost in thought that he didn't hear someone walking up to him, only startling when he felt a small hand on his shoulder.

"Fred?" Oh god, it was you. Let's play a game called 'How Many More Times Can Fred Make Himself Look A Complete Moron'.

"Hey. I should be able to pay you back in a few months after my birthday. Sorry again." He muttered, standing up to get ready to leave again. You tugged him back by his sleeve.

"Don't be silly Fred, you don't have to pay me back at all. You paid me enough just by agreeing to come with me." You smiled, slipping your hand from his sleeve to his hand, lacing your fingers with his. Fred sighed again and gave you a weak smile.

"You could literally have anyone el-"

"What if I don't want anyone else?"

"Then you're weird."

"You're weird too."

"Mean.."

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me." Fred still just stood there dumbfounded so you rolled your eyes and pulled him towards you, wrapping your arms round his neck and kissing him. After the shock settled Fred kissed back, bits of confidence coming back to him as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling your body as close to his as he could. Eventually the need to breathe called and you pulled away, resting your foreheads together.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." You both said at the same time and started to laugh. "Second year potions?" You laughed again and pecked each other's lips once more.

"You know I can't take you out to fancy restaurants and buy you expensive gifts right?" Fred breathed, still trying to recover mentally from what just happened. Christ George wouldn't believe it.

"Fred you could take me to a junkyard bin diving and as long as you called it a date I'd love it because you'd be there."

"You're giving me some good ideas here. Hold on a sec, just need to grab my quill." He laughed, taking a step back from you but reaching for your hand to still keep you close. You slapped his chest with your free hand and laughed. "So it really doesn't bother you? Genuinely? I won't be offended. Although after that kiss I might cry a bit." You smiled as you made your journey back to Hogwarts hand-in-hand.

"Not even a little bit."

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"No way. Harry, give me your glasses." Ron slapped his best friend's arm as he watched you and Fred walk through the courtyard holding hands.

"What?"

"Jammy git he is. Look. Fred and Y/N. Holding hands." Ron stated, pointing obviously towards you two. Harry stared too, equally surprised.

"That, Ronald, was the creation of yours truly." George appeared from nowhere. "This morning I ran into Y/N, knowing little lover boy would help her. She asked him out as a thank you. I'm practically Cupid." George beamed, genuinely happy his plan worked for Fred's sake (and for his own bragging rights).

"Bloody hell. We've got divinations next, fancy tripping Hermione down the stairs?"

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed.

"What?"

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freddie-weaselbee · 3 years

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🍎 listening to Fred talk about a new candy/invention

- @theweasleyslut

ok ok ok

i see this going 2 ways

This is before WWW and he’s planning and getting ready to leave and

You’re dating/married and living w him at his shop

let’s start with at Hogwarts

you and Fred have been friends for a long time

like literally all of Hogwarts

it’s always been you and the twins from day 1

so needless to say you’re one of the first people he tells about his and George’s plan to escape

you don’t take it well

you know that Fred and George were following their dream and you’re happy for them

but it kind of feels like they’re leaving you behind

Fred hasn’t offered you a job at their store or mentioned for you to come along with them

so you just stay quiet about your feelings and put on a happy smile

ok so fast forward to a few weeks before their grand exit

you and the twins are in their dorm

you studying for NEWTS

them working up new inventions

and distracting you 🙄🙄🙄

but you don’t care

and suddenly Fred is off of the ground and laying on top of you

i mean this man JUMPED across the room

practically flew

“I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA FOR A PRODUCT”

“…can you get off of me before I die from your body weight please?”

“oh yeah, sorry”

he sits up but is still right next to you

almost still on top of you

and he starts talking a mile a minute about this new idea he has and how he’ll make it and the right potions ingredients he’ll need

side note:

FRED AND GEORGE ARE SMART ASF

like they made allll of their own products using their knowledge of potions and charms and hexes

NOT TO MENTION their mad business skills

like guys it’s not easy to open your own business, especially when you’re dirt poor and 18

legends

ok back to it

so Fred’s going crazy, eyes wide and his smile is so big

cuz this is his passion

and you love it when Fred’s passionate

he keeps scooting closer as he talks

which is fine

you’re used to cuddling with the twins and being platonically touchy in general

but for some reason

right now you can’t seem to focus on his words

which makes you feel bad cuz you love to support him

but right now ?

he just looks so beautiful with that wide grin

and messy hair

AND A CUTE LITTLE QUILL BEHIND HIS EAR

I-🥺

for some reason you’re getting all tingly

and Freddie finally notices somethings up

“Hey, you alright?”

and his voice at the moment

turning from enthusiastic and energetic to soft and concerned in a matter of seconds

your heart ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

so you do the only thing you can

and cup his face in your hands

which he relaxes into immediately

and pull him in for a kiss

and that boy

he is SO shocked

but only for like half a second

cuz after that he’s kissing you back like there’s no tomorrow

cuz you’ve always been there for him

listening to his ideas

helping with pranks

being a shoulder to cry on

you’re perfect

and you’re kissing him

but you both forgot George was still in the room

“Oi—what are you two doing?! My eyes!!”

“Sorry George, but as the older and more attractive twin I’m going to have to kick you out of the dorm for a while”

“You can’t kick me—“

“George, trust me, you do not wanna witness what me and your brother are about to do”

“Fine, you both suck”

“She’s about to”

“FRED!”

ok now option #2

you and Freddie are laying in bed above the shop

you’ve been together since Hogwarts and you moved in with him after school

and you’ve never regretted it

but sometimes it gets a little tough

either business is struggling

or there’s not much free time for you to spend w fred

or you’re going through some things

it gets a bit difficult

so you’re lying in bed

with Fred asleep next to you

and you want to cuddle w him

but you just feel like you’ve been growing apart

so you curl up and go to sleep

trying not to seem upset in front of him

after a little while you feel yourself being shaken awake

just a little shake

a soft hand on your shoulder

“Love, are you awake”

“…i am now”

“Oh sorry, I can tell you later”

he rolls back over, curling up on his side

it’s tiring on him too

the pressure builds up sometimes

and he often forgets why he started the shop in the first place

it’s tough

“hey hey, no, I’m sorry Freddie. Tell me”

Fred slowly crawls back over

leaning his head on your shoulder

fingers tracing patterns on your hip

plz the butterflies 🦋

“I just had this idea for this new candy we could sell. You suck on it and it starts tasting sweet and then once you get to the inside layer it becomes super spicy and firey, but if you make it through that part you get to the best part inside. I was thinking we could add a small amount of liquid luck to the inside, cuz it’s like the best thing in the world right? Makes everything work out right for you?”

“…”

“Never mind, it might be a silly idea”

“I think it’s absolutely brilliant”

Fred’s beaming, digging his head into your shoulder some more

he was nervous about the idea, especially with the complications with felix felicis

but you genuinely looked impressed

you weren’t pretending to like it

it was genuine

“what do you think you’ll call it?”

“umm”

“Fred?”

“I was thinking about naming it after you… you know, all nice and sweet, then super scary and crazy, then the liquid luck. the best thing in the world”

STOP IT STOP IT HE OWNS MY HEART

but you’re just so touched

and a little annoyed that he equated you to a fireball no one can handle

but where’s the lie??

plus he can handle you

and that’s all that matters

you give him a little kiss on the forehead

soft baby peck

and you wrap your arms around him

all cuddly

you two fall asleep like that, closer than you have been in a while

cuz sometimes it’s not the big things

sometimes it’s a softly whispered idea

that makes you fall in love w him all over again

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The gift

Princess Sophia heard soft crying coming from beneath the blanket as she stepped toward it. Her mother, Queen Natasha, handed her a whip as the two females approached the blanket, clearly draped over something important.

“I am sorry to pull you away from your birthday party,” the Queen told her beautiful daughter. “But this just arrived and I couldn’t wait for you to see it. Go ahead and lift the blanket.”

Sophia pulled the blanket aside and caught her breath. A naked male was stuffed inside a tiny spherical cage - the crying sound came from the captive, a young male by the looks of him.

“He was just captured this morning when our warriors took the capital,” Natasha said excitedly. “Your sister took him prisoner personally and said she thought he would be a perfect gift for you.”

Princess Sophia put her hand on the cage and looked at the naked, crying male. “He looks cute enough.”

“He needs some training first of course,” Natasha said. “I will have Diana take charge of him personally, and the next time you see him, he will be as docile and obedient as a male should be.”

The young Princess looked at her new slave. “Welcome to your new life, slave boy,” she told him. “Don’t worry, I can be very cruel, but if you obey me, you will not be sorry you did so.”

42 notes • Posted 2021-01-07 15:14:12 GMT

Stepdaughter’s rules

The pain in Trevor’s head was intense as his beautiful stepdaughter’s smooth thighs pressed against him. He was lying on the floor of his own house, helplessly held down by the young woman, her firm legs locked around his neck and head as if he’d been trapped between boulders.

“Now,” the blond woman said, pinning his wrists to the floor. “I know I’m showing a lot of skin, but I’m hoping this little demonstration of my superiority shows you, stepdaddy, that you have no say over what I wear in public.”

She paused. “Do I hear a ‘yes little lady?’”

Trevor couldn’t say it. Giving into her meant she had all the power now, that he could no longer be a stepfather to the 18-year-old girl, and that she could so as she pleased. It was total surrender, but he also knew, he had no choice.

“Please let me go,” he begged, feeling very much conquered but hoping she wouldn’t press the issue.

“Oh no,” she replied. “I can keep this up forever. Say the words.”

She squeezed again. He cried out, tears springing into his eyes - tears of humiliation and shame as much as suffering.

“I have no say in what you wear,” he told her meekly. “And from now on, you make the rules and when I break them, I will be punished.”

She laughed. “Very good boy. The life you knew is over now, but to welcome you to your new one, before I head out, I am going to tie you up and spank you on your bare bottom.”

She paused, laughing again. “Oh, and I think Mom will be very pleased by this new arrangement as well.”

49 notes • Posted 2021-02-01 19:54:49 GMT

Caught looking

Simon couldn’t believe how profoundly his life changed after his co-worker Donna caught him looking at female domination sites on his computer at work. As he licked the young woman’s boots for the third time that week, he started to really wonder if this really was a good change for him!

53 notes • Posted 2021-01-07 14:34:38 GMT

Merciless taunting

Freddie pulled hard against the smooth, firm female legs pinning his arms against his body. But he couldn’t budge the woman at all, and she laughed down at him, caressing his head mockingly.

“Poor, pathetic loser boy,” she cooed. “You tried so hard, but there you are, helpless on your back, pinned down beneath my powerful body, about to say the most humiliating words of your life - ‘I surrender’ and then you’ll have to just lie there while I tie you up.”

65 notes • Posted 2021-01-21 14:50:34 GMT

Caught by stepsister

Jeremy found his new stepsister to be irresistibly hot, and couldn’t help but gawk at her when she was in the room. He fantasized about seeing her in lingerie, or undressed, and one day couldn’t believe his luck.

He was walking past her bedroom after taking a swim, wearing just his trunks, and her door was open a crack. As he glanced inside, he saw her trying on lingerie, looking at herself in the mirror, smiling as she did.

Then he saw her looking at him in the mirror. She turned, moved to the door, and opened it all the way, but her expression was surprisingly gentle.

“Jeremy,” she said. “Now, you know you shouldn’t be spying on me. Get in here so we can talk about this.”

Jeremy was hard as he moved into the room, and his stepsister closed and locked the door. She sat on the bed and looked at him.

“I know you think I’m hot,” Caitlin began. “But I am your stepsister. It’s not appropriate for you to gawk at me and get hard when I’m around. You know you deserve to be punished.”

For some reason, her talking to him this way was only turning him on more. He trembled in his arousal and fear, staring at her body, and those thighs.

“What do you mean by punished?” Jeremy managed.

She reached over to the nightstand, and to his surprise, pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the drawer. She moved behind the male and handcuffed him, tightly locking his hands behind his back. She then sat back down in front of him. He shook with his shame, feeling his eyes misting, and Caitlin pulled down his trunks, leaving him naked before her.

“Step out of those and lay across my lap,” his stepsister told him. “It’s time for you to get the first of what I’m sure will be many spankings across my legs. You’ll learn to behave yourself around me appropriately or you’ll spend a lot of time naked, handcuffed, and getting spanked by me.”

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I was just going through your masterlist for the twentieth time and read your “stop trying to use expelliarmus on me” blurb for Freddie. (It’s so cute btw) Would you mind doing some more headcanons for Freddie falling for a American Ilvermorny transfer student? Preferably a Fem! Reader in Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Thanks love!

i love this

i cannot express to you just how much i love this

also you can read that blurb here

ok so first and foremost

as an American Ilvermorny transfer you are going to need to get used to eVERYONE TRYING TO DO AN AMERICAN ACCENT

EVERYONE WOULD DO IT AT LEAST ONCE

alright so we are just going to say you guys met the same way you guys meet in the blurb

wait hold

could you imagine using american slang (im going to use california slang because...well...i am from california and don’t really know any other slang)

you’d say something like sick

gnarly

rad

d u d e

totally

can you tell im from the valley?

wack

“they ate shit”

stoked

clutch

bitchin’

kook

pLEASE IF YOU SAID THE WORDS JUNE GLOOM

HE’D BE SO CONFUSED

then he’d try to say it in everyday conversation but get the meaning wrong

or you’d say something and he'd just 👁👄👁

huH

“come on fred send it!”

“...send...what?”

“i-just do the prank.”

“yeah, i’m down.”

“down...where?”

“wha-no, i meant i wanna go.”

freddie would also have so many questions about america

about why there isnt a qUEEN for the muggles

or why you don't call them muggles

or he’d ask if the boys were cuter in america

if you jokingly said yes he’d pout then ‘kidnap’ you

meaning he’d sit on you so you couldn’t leave

“fREDDIE PLEASE YOURE HEAVY”

“no. you think im going to let you get up and ran back to those american bOYS? nope, not when you have yourself a MAN right here.”

but he’d love your accent so much

or if you aren’t from california

and have a sOUTHERN ACCENT

🥺 PLEASE THAT WOUD BE SO CUTE

HE’D MAKE YOU SAY LITTLE THINGS HERE AND THERE

AND JUST SMILE

he likes the way americans say garage

really rolls off the tongue

aw you'd take him back to america to visit sometime

and he’d be having so much fun

so confused

but so much fun

because i feel like muggles in the UK are one thing

but no-majs

are just a different breed compared to muggles

also this is the late 90′s

introducing him to rage against the machine

green day

tHE SKATE CULTURE OF MID TO LATE 90′S

freddie would love it

he comes back to Molly looking like an extra from the movie Mid90′s

can you guys imagine fred at the beach

pale, cute little freckly fred at the beach

i could cRY

imagine how clingy and needy and pouty he’d get if he was sunburnt

poor baby 🥺

but also seeing you in a bathing suit would drive him crazy

oK UNPOPULAR OPINION

freddie would love to hear you tell him about american history

he says its your accent that really ties it all together

ok i am feeling so nOT creative today so i am going to end it here i am so sorry

:))

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@amourtentiaa

@vsawyer1989

@lifeofkaze

@theorangedrummer

#Fred Weasley #Fred Weasley imagine #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley x reader

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Infatuation // G.W pt.2

A/N: this is the second part to my George Weasley x reader series. It’s significantly longer than the first one — which you can find on my page (I’m working on updating the masterlist and links. I do all these on my phone, so there are some errors.

Warnings: build up to smut? Fluff, my poor writing skills. Pairing: Fred x female!Reader, George x female!Reader

Tag list: @pigwidgexn @xuckduck @is-it-really-a-secret @asluttybisexual

You couldn’t contain your amusement as you watched the twins, the pair of them encouraging cheers from their peers as they ran into the room, a vile each in their hands. They each ran around the room, collecting high fives and cheers from everyone present. Fred skipper over to you, smiling sweetly at you as he planted a kiss on your forehead. Behind him, you didn’t miss how George rolled his eyes at the two of you.

It had been close to a week since the incident, and if you were honest with yourself, you had to admit that you had been emotionally torn since. Once you left the library, you practically sprinted to the Gryffindor common room before locking yourself in the dorms for the rest of the afternoon. You had decided to tell Fred, and so you’d threw on an old sweater, before making your way to the Great Hall. You were late for dinner, and so expected to receive a few lingering stares from students.

As you had approached your table, ready to take your seat, you stopped abruptly when you noticed Fred.. laughing. Beside him, sat in your usual spot, was Angelina. She had positioned herself almost on top of him, her body meeting his side every time she giggled. You weren’t mad, how could you be? You and Fred weren’t even “official”, but to think that you were sat in your room worrying yourself about how he would feel about the incident with George, all the while he was down getting friendly with some chaser. At least you were going to tell him, he seemed like he had no intentions of letting you in on whatever he had going on.

Huffing out your annoyance, you straightened your back and held your head up, stalking towards the pair who hadn’t even noticed you. George had noticed though, and even as you stood a few students back, you could see him visibly tense at the sight of you. “Come off it Angelina, he’s not even that funny,” you snapped as you reached the pair, shoving yourself down between Fred and George. George’s arm bumped against yours due to the small space you had crammed yourself into, but your annoyance was far more greater than your infatuation with the twin right now. With your back to George, you set your eyes on Fred.

“I’m late, what — not even 10 minutes, and already you’re filling my position with knock off versions of myself? Harsh, Freddie. Even for you.” You were ware of how dramatic you sounded, but you had always been honest with Fred, and right then it honestly felt like he was betraying your trust. You reached across the table, scooping Ron’s cup from beside his plate before bringing it to your lips, sipping to calm your nerves.

“Hey!” “Not now Ron.”

Fred turned himself to you, his conversation with the girl beside him forgotten.

“Y/n, hey! George told me you weren’t feeling too well and-and..” you waved off his excuses, passing Ron back his cup before reaching for a bread bun to add to your plate. “Honestly Freddie, I’m not concerned. Although, If I knew you would be so quick to change your mind on me, then perhaps I would of chosen a different brother to have my arrangement with.” You told him with a shrug, absentmindedly stabbing your fork into vegetables that sat in your plate.

Both George and Ron were shocked to hear you say what you did, the statement catching them both by surprise as they choked on their drinks, mixtures of saliva and beverage dripping from their lips as they raced to wipe theirselves clean. You laughed to yourself, reaching out and patting George on the back.

“You okay George?” You teased, smiling sweetly over your shoulder at Fred who seemed to be unbelievably annoyed by your confession. He held your stare for what felt like forever, an uncomfortable silence falling over your friends. After nearly a whole minute, Fred caved.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in your ear as he leans into you, kissing the corner of your mouth. You hmm’d in response, not fully letting the matter go but deciding to move on from it for the time. Conversation soon started back up, and soon it was like the disagreement didn’t even happen.

Under the table, you felt the small tremble of shaky fingers brushing against yours.

George.

Somewhere in your argument with Fred, you’d decided that you weren’t going to tell him about his brother, which was probably why you decided to link a few of your fingers with his instead of moving away. You could see his smile from the corner of your eye, but he bit his lip and dropped his head to hide his ever growing smirk.

“Ready Fred?” George asked his brother, the both of them leaving Hermione's side.

“Ready George!”

The two shook their viles, before linking their arms together. “Bottoms up!” The two boys pocketed their viles, cheering loudly with everyone when the potion didn’t reject from their bodies. You watched from beside Harry and Ron, your own shock apparent when they jumped over the age line. You clapped along with everyone else, cheering for them both as they tossed their parchment into the goblet.

Suddenly, a rumble sounded throughout the room, tall blue flames erupting from the fire, whirling around before smacking into Fred and George, throwing them out of the ring and across the floor. You laughed loudly, unable to contain yourself as you watched the hairs on their heads turn from orange to white, the two morphing into old men versions of theirselves.

You couldn’t think.

You couldn’t even breathe, as you doubled over into fits of laughter. Tears were streaming down your face as you watched the boys fight on the floor, their grey hair and beards flying wildly as they shoved each other. You had never seen something so hilariously funny. Sure, you had suspected that the consequences of the ageing potion would be great, but never would you of guessed that it would be this amusing!

“Get your brother, Ron.” You say, distracting him from his chants as he encouraged his older brothers to fight.

“C’mon y/n, really! You can’t honestly expect me to interrupt this?” While you did admit to Ron that it was absolutely hilarious, you warned him about how upset Molly would be, had her sons been expelled and no one stepped in to help.

“Bloody hell!” He groaned. The two of you excused yourselves through the crowd, while Harry did his best efforts to divert the students elsewhere, telling them that that’s enough entertainment for them today.

“Both of you, get up!” You called over their shouts, reaching down to grab Fred by his sleeve, yanking him backwards as best you could. Ron held out his arm, helping George to his feet. The two boys dusted off their robes, each one shooting daggers at the other.

“You two look ridiculous!” Ron laughed at his brothers, causing bickers of disapproval between the three. You sighed, rubbing your hands across your face. Honestly, how could Molly deal with these human headaches.

“In all fairness, I did tell you it would have repercussions George.” You say, covering your mouth when you met his eyes to stop your giggles. “So it’s really your own faults.” You shook your head, reaching out to toss his grey hair.

“Although, you do make a cute little old man.” You added, smiling sweetly as you watched George blush at your comment. He shook his head, scratching the back of his neck and giving a cough to clear his throat.

“Wait, you told y/n about the potion before you told me?” Asked Fred. He was frowning down at you, and you could practically hear the gears in his mind turning as if he were trying to run through every scenario on why you knew first.

George went to speak first, but you cut him off before he said something no one could take back.

‘Couldn’t have Fred knowing you were considering letting George between your legs,’ you thought - cursing to yourself.

“Yeah! I ran into him in the library the other week when I was looking for books for charms class. I wasn’t feeling well and that’s when he told you, and so you decided to try and replace me with Angelina,” you hoped that would be enough to shift Fred’s questioning eyes off his brother, and it was.

He groaned, slouching his shoulders as he pouted at you. “I thought we were past that!” You shook your head, laughing at his childlike behaviour.

“Not even close Freddie, come on — let’s go find Snape, I’m sure he’s got a potion that’ll fix up this disaster you got yourself into.” You shoved Fred towards the exit, but not before checking over your shoulder to see George mouth a quiet ‘thank you’ to you.

It took nearly two whole hours — and a lot of pleading with the potions professor — before Fred and George were back to their normal selves. Snape had lectured both boys, reminding them that if they had of paid more attention in class, they would of understood how to correctly make the potion they had attempted.

You decided to leave out the part that they had used the potion to try and cheat their way into the triwizard tournament, deciding that they’d already suffered enough.

Still, Snape gave them both a weeks worth of detention and another scoulding, before mixing up a rather stinky concoction to cure the boys of their sudden old age.

“Thanks again, for helping me.” Fred called from the bathroom joining off the boys dorm rooms. You were sprawled across his bed, head propped up on his pillows as you kicked your shoes off your feet, settling in comfortably.

He’d decided to have a quick shower, as if to try and scrub himself clean to make sure there were no more wrinkles or age spots littering his skin. You had spent majority of the time giggling at him, the imagine of his old body still fresh in your mind. He complained almost the whole time, but as soon as he started to see his features start to morph back to his own, his mood brightened.

Fred joined you back in his room, wearing nothing but a towel lowly around his hips. His hair was still damp, and the veins popping along his arms seemed to only become more prominent as he lifted his hand up to run it through his hair, pushing it back from his eyes. The movement caused small water droplets to fall from his hair, sliding slowly down across his chest and — relatively toned — stomach, before absorbing into the towel.

It was if suddenly you forgot what words were, your mind turning to mush as you stuttered over yourself, scrambling to sit upright. You watched wide eyed as he kept his back to you, reaching down to pull his draws open to retrieve a fresh uniform from inside. His back muscles twitched at his movements, and you were sure you had drool on your chin.

“Holy shit Freddie,” you called, shaking yourself out of your daze. You didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking. He was cocky, there was no doubt about it. He spun on his heals, resting himself against the set of draws as he gripped the edges in his hands.

You wondered how his hands would feel, gripping your throat like that.

“Like what you see, do you sweetheart?” He teased, running his tongue along the front of his teeth. Fred was a flirt, the whole student body at hogwarts knew that. He spent more time flirting with you than either of you did doing anything together. And while you two hadn’t slept together, the two of you took advantage of the comfortable bond yous shared and did everything other. You weren’t a virgin, but you definitely didn’t go around giving it to whoever asked for it.

You decided to play with him, opting on not giving him full satisfaction of the effect he could have on you. You shrugged, giving him your own flirty smirk when you met his stare. “It’s alright, I guess.”

He raised a brow at you, tilting his head and analysing you while he stalked his way slowly over to you. Fred stopped beside his bed, where you sat patiently, anticipating what his next move would be. He reached out, gripping your jaw between his thumb and fingers before giving you a small pull upwards, signaling you up on your knees.

He kissed you harshly, almost possessively. Your mouth melted against his, your fight for the game suddenly gone as your tongue met his, his sweet taste filling your mouth each second he held you to him.

Fred pulled back, leaving you short breathed and flustered as he chuckled to himself, rubbing his thumb along your jaw. “Mhm, no one does it for you quite like me darling.” He stated, falling his body horizontally across his bed, his feet planted firmly on the floor.

You were astonished, he’d had it over you without even trying. Catching him by surprise, you moved forwards to bring yourself into his lap, straddling his waist. Fred held his composure, pushing himself up onto his elbows, the tips on his fingers brushing against your knees.

Just like George did..

“And is that what you think Freddie?” You asked sweetly, shifting your hips slightly to brush against his growing bulge. He groaned beneath you, falling his head back with a whimper. You tsk’d, pressing your hands to his chest as you kissed along his neck, nipping the skin there, leaving a trail to his ear.

“Do I do it for you? Or is that why you were hitting on Angelina?” You laughed in his ear, knowing that your accusations would annoy him. As if on que, he shot his arms up, wrapping a hand around your neck before pinning you down on the bed. He grinned down at you, shaking his head and leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

“You like her, don’t you?” You pushed. You slid your hands up to link behind his neck, playing with his long hair. “Guess I don’t do it for you, hey Freddie.” He rolled his eyes, finally, he was about to play your game.

“And so what if I like her to? It’s not like we’re together. We’re just messing around,” he told you. You knew it was true, it had been a mutual idea to not take your relationship to that level. Some lines can’t be crossed back over once you take that step, and you didnt want to lose a friendship over something that wouldn’t work.

‘George would work,’ you told yourself. In a sense you knew it was true. You had a connection with Fred, but your attraction and common interests with George made him a more compatible match.

“Don’t tell me you’ve gone all soft on me now?” He asked, leaning down to bump his nose with yours. “I like what we have. We can keep doing it, I enjoy being the only one who can rile you up,” he slipped his hand underneath your top, fingertips tracing patterns over your stomach as they moved up your body.

His head fell to your neck, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses along you. Fred Weasley, the nerve of him to think he could get away with having you both. Like it wouldn’t be a completely selfish act to keep you to himself. You frowning, pulling his head up to brush your lips against his.

“I’ve got a secret,” you mumble, meeting your lips with his in a few sloppy kisses.

“Tell me, baby.” His voice was a whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he let his body enjoy the sensations of your mouth against his, your hands on him.

You moved your lips from his to his ear, the thrill of your confession stirring butterflies in your stomach.

“George actually does it for me.”

His movements froze, his body going stiff as he pulled back to look at you. You couldn’t recall a time you’d seen him look so blank, face vacant of any expression as his eyes bore into yours.

Perhaps that wasn’t the best idea..

The sun had begun to slowly drop for the night, the last remaining rays of sunshine trying to peak through the growing cluster of grey storm clouds that were quickly filling the sky. The rumble of the storm brewing bounced around the forests trees as a few stray raindrops fell from above, splattering theirselves against your hogwarts school sweater.

You smiled at the feeling, the rain being one of your most favourite things, before turning the tip of your wand upwards to cast a shield above you, the drops of rain reflecting off it in small spots of blue. The forest around you seemed to release a calming aroma, as if they were almost happy that they had been gifted with a storm.

You sat by a small abandoned dock by The Great Lake, still surrounded enough by trees and bushes to stay hidden if anyone was to wonder by, but out enough to be able to see all of hogwarts and its beauty. The raindrops fell peacefully into the lake, and you tilted your head in amusement as you watched the surface of the water ripple with the movements below it.

This was probably your most favourite place to come and be alone. Luna Lovegood had shown it to you in your forth year. She had sat with you after you received a rather upsetting letter from home, and told you that this was the most beautiful place to come for comfort.

She was right.

While you hadn’t seen many of the magical creatures that inhabited the lake — a few sea turtles here and there — there was one being that always seemed to make your visits interesting.

It’s eyes watched you from just below the waters surface, small bubbles bubbling around it as if it knew that made you laugh. The Giant Squid lifted one of its tentacles above itself to protrude just above the waters surface, and you laughed lightly at its demanding behaviour.

You reached down beside you, grabbing another bread roll before standing and throwing it out into the water. Your aim way off — an indicator on why you never made the quidditch team — but the lake monster stretched his limb to catch the bread before it hit the top of the water.

It was past cerfew, you knew as soon as you headed back to hogwarts you would be in all types of trouble with the headmaster. But after your argument with Fred, you couldn’t stand to be there for longer than you had to be.

Or really, not much of a fight at all. He hadn’t even spoken to you. You frowned as you remember how he moved away from you, like your hands had suddenly burnt his skin and he couldn’t stand it. He seemed to look right through you while he stood by the end of his bed, before he focused himself onto you.

“Get out,” he’d whispered to you, and you knew you had upset him. You tried to reason with him, moving to stand on your feet in front of him and place a hand on his chest, but he avoided your touch with two steps backwards, before barking at you to leave once more.

You shook the thought from your head, before sitting yourself down on the damp dock. Did you regret what you said? Absolutely not. Over the past week or so you had made time to analyse everything to do with George. From the pranks on each other in your second year, him carrying your books to each class for you in third, being the one who comforted you when you were sad, being the reason you laughed. He was possibly the greatest friend you ever had.

But, a small part of you had always wondered about more with George. Only recently had you let that idea bubble in your mind.

You loved Fred, you owed it to yourselves to give it a try to see if you’s were ‘the ones’ for each other. But you felt as though your bond with Fred in a way pushed you closer to your attention for George.

You loved Fred; but you weren’t in love with Fred.

“You’re more difficult to find than I expected,” you squealed, your fright scaring the squid to swim off as you jumped to your feet, spinning around to face George.

He stood by the bay, his head wrapped up in a beanie you were sure Molly sent him. He was wrapped in a cosy jumper, the same charm producing a shield from the tip of his wand to.

“Merlins beard George Weasley! You can’t just sneak up on people like that!” You scolded him, crossing your arms across your chest as you frowned at him.

He chuckled at you, taking a few steps up the dock to join you, leaving an arms length between the two of you. You forced your eyes off the ground, bringing them up to look over his face, allowing yourself a sad smile as you seen his awkward emotions.

“What are you doing out here George? How did you even know where I was?” You questioned, trying to shift some of the awkwardness settling between the two of you. You had never been awkward around George. Has Fred told him what you said? Had he told Fred about the stirring feelings you both shared?

George reached into his coat pocket, pulling out what looked like a map with a sheepish grin on his face.

The Marauder’s Map.

“I uh.. I borrowed it off Harry when I heard that no one had seen you all afternoon. Figured why not right? I’ve already got a weeks worth of detentions, why not add another week when we’re caught out past cerfew?” You couldn’t help but smile at him, his body relaxing as he realised you weren’t upset about him finding you.

The rain had settled, and you lowered your wand to shove it into your pocket, keeping your hands there as you kicked at some dirt on the dock.

You noticed George’s feet come into sight, and you allowed yourself a quick peak up at him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. You shook your head, mumbling a ‘not particularly’ with a half shrug. Off behind you, you could hear the stirring splash of water, and so you linked your arm with George, pulling him to the edge of the dock.

“Wha-“ you smacked his chest, bringing your index finger up to your lips to tell him to be quiet. The two of you stood in a comfortable silence, both watching the wafers surface break open, to be met with the familiar eyes peeking back at you — and now George.

It was only small, and you were sure he thought he’d played it off smoothly, but you felt him take a step backwards at the sight of the giant squid. You turned to look over your shoulder at him while you linked your fingers with his, holding his hand to pull him back closer.

“It’s alright, he’s just curious.” You told him. Not many students had the pleasure of seeing the squid, he was a nervous thing who was frightened away by sudden movements. George swallowed his nerves before calming beside you, watching as the squid lifted one of its tentacles out of the water.

You extended your hand, giggling like a kid when he extended forward, placing some pebbles into your outstretched palm. He sunk back into the water, turning to look at George once more before spinning around and diving into the lakes dark depths.

“He likes to give gifts for the bread I give him,” you told him when you noticed that he was frowning at you curiously.

“So you’re friends with the lake monster.. wicked.” George laughed from beside you, and soon you joined him, shaking your head at the boy. He always had a way of making you smile, even when you felt low.

“I think Fred and I are done with it, whatever ‘it’ was,” you told him once the two of you fell back into silence. You could tell by the way his body stayed tense that he was unsure of his actions, his hand even hesitating before he placed it against the side of your face — rubbing your cheek tenderly.

His brown eyes scanned over your face, trying to look for any emotion that said you regretted it. You didn’t.

“I told him that it’s you,” your voice was barely above a whisper, your eyes anywhere but his as you felt the heat rising up your neck and tinting your cheeks. George inhaled quickly, a small grin threatening the corners of his mouth, but he composed himself and opted on pulling you into his chest.

You wound your arms around his waist, holding his body close to yours as you relaxed into his warm embrace. George tested his head in the top of yours, giving you a small peck for comfort.

It felt good to hug him, to tell him that you think you’d upset Fred, to feel okay as he held you against his chest. His racing heartbeat calmed you in a way, and you were sure he could feel yours that was beating just as fast. George pulled back from you, reaching down to cup your chin in between his thumb and pointer, tilting your head up to look into his eyes.

“Fred has always been.. attached, to what he enjoys. He might be upset now, but he cares about you and I know he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he stayed mad at you and denied you what you want.”

You chewed your lip between your teeth, holding his gaze. “And how do you know what I want George?”

He didn’t speak, instead sunk his head to mold his mouth against yours, his lips moving almost desperately against your own. Your reaction was instant, pushing yourself up onto your tippy toes while you knotted your hands in his red locks. Your teeth clashed against his as you pushed against his lips with the same force he was, a soft moan falling into his mouth as his tongue met yours.

He fit perfectly against you, it was beautiful.

George groaned, his hands squeezing yours sides and bunching your clothes in his hands, his cold fingers slipping under along your lower back to pull you impossibly closer to him. Your stomach was in butterflies as you slid one hand from the back of his neck, dancing it along his neck to place it against his chest.

You detached your lips from his, your breaths coming out in pants by his ear as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck, sucking and biting little marks all along your exposed skin. It didn’t take him long to find your sweet spot, sucking harshly just below your ear — surely leaving a mark — as he drank up your whimpers.

“G-George..” you whined. You knew you probably sounded pathetic, standing here begging for him.

“How do I know what you want, love?” He whispered into your ear, goosebumps erupting over your body. “Why don’t you tell me? Tell me what you want.”

You nearly turned to mush right then and there. In front of you, the usual shy boy that you were so interested in, was speaking to you in a way that had you rubbing your thighs together, the pool between your legs certainly soaking into your panties.

You pushed against his chest, causing him to take a step back from you. The daylight had nearly completely disappeared, so you strained to see his face, but you could tell he was confused by your actions.

“It’s you George.. it’s always been-“

“What are you two kids doing out here so late!”

You practically jumped into George’s arms with a scream, relaxing a bit when you felt him hold you tighter while he shifted you behind his body; one hand wrapped around you, and the other coming forward to draw his wand on who had interrupted the both of you.

It took a moment to adjust your eyes to the sudden light that was now surrounding you, but it didn’t take you long — with the help of Georges ‘lumos maxima’ charm — you soon realised that you’d been caught by Hagrid.

“On my life Hagrid, you scared me half to death!” You shouted, taking a step out from behind George, who had lowered his wand when he realised there was no immediate danger.

“You should think yourself lucky that it was me who found you. You know what sort of creatures lurk out here in the night!” His voice boomed, the light he held shining on his face to allow you to see his disappointment.

No actually, the mythical creatures had actually slipped your mind, and you were embarrassed that George had that effect on you to have you forgetting how dangerous it could be.

“We’re sorry Hagrid,” George spoke for you, his hand staying comfortably in yours. You watched Hagrid drop his eyes to your entwined hands, before shaking his head with a roll of his eyes.

“Well, best be getting you two back inside then.. before someone catches you. Come along.” You sighed, resting your forehead on George’s arm, allowing a quick laugh between the two of you. George extended his arm with a slight bowl, gesturing for you to lead the way.

“After you, m’lady.” He said with a wink.

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quirkysubject · 2 years

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Brian May a nerdy boy with no sense of fashion whatsoever and piss poor eyesight with big thick glasses on his face and his braces made it hard for him to talk. Then there was Roger a goddamn trend setter and fashionista nothing was wrong with him he's perfect, Brian squinted at what Roger was wearing today.

Damn he looked so hot, Brian fidgets and looks down at what he's wearing. Pinstripe black shirt and purple and green poke-a-dot sweat pants, with pink and yellow shoes. He frowns and looks away from Roger, the boy was crushing hard on the blond. He heart raced thinking about him, he nearly faints when Roger walks over to him a few girls trailing behind him, "Brian, right?"

Brian felt his face heating up and he presses his binder against his chest, ''Y-Yes."

''Look I need your help."

"H-Help?'' Brian asks.

"Yes, help! Are you dense or something?"

Freddie comes up and puts a hand on Brian's shoulder with the heels he's got on he's towering over Roger, "Why don't you scram, Taylor. I don't need you to be a bully to my friend."

Brian saw Roger's face flicker through a range of emotions before turning red and balling his fists up, "I don't even want your boyfriend! I just need some help with maths."

Freddie and Brian look both confused, "I never mentioned he was my boyfriend. Im dating Jim-"

Roger shoves a crumpled twenty into Brian's shirt his face seemingly burning red, "Just meet me at my house." he scribbles something on Brian's notebook and flees before you can say "the dolphin bit the human".

Freddie pats Brian's back, "Well looks like you have a date with the school heartthrob."

Brian wheezes and fans his face dropping his book into Freddie's arms, "O-Oh my god!!" another wheeze escapes his lips his blue braces catch the light for a moment, "R-Roger T-T-Taylor!!"

Freddie pats Brian's back nearly asking if he needs an inhaler before Brian fishes the twenty out of his shirt, "Y-You're in the fashion club, I need you to help me!! Please!!" another wheeze and he slumps into Freddie.

Freddie picks him up hearing the 8th period bell ring, "To the fashion department!"

...

Brian winces as Freddie forcefully brushes his hair out, "Look at you, Mr. May.'' Freddie said, "You're coming along quite fine."

Brian blushes and grins, "Really?"

Freddie nods, "Now time to ditch those windows you call glasses."

"Fred, I'm almost legally blind witho-"

Freddie plucks them off his face and grabs contacts, "Where did you even find contacts that strong?" Brian asks.

"Hush, you owe me later okay?"

Brian nods and lets Freddie put them in and finish his makeup, "Done! Take a look at yourself."

Brian gasps and twirls, "I look beautiful!" he hugs Freddie tightly, "Thank you! Thank you!"

"Told you I could try and work with your love of pinstripes."

Freddie touches up Brian's makeup and kisses his cheek, "Go get him tiger."

Brian races off out of the school and hurls himself over the gate. He races down the street he rereads the address so many times until its like a picture in his mind. He stops at a nice tiny ranch style home, he knocks on the door.

When Roger opens the door he didn't expect to see Brian looking like hottie off of a vogue magazine. He looks even more confused by the lack of glasses, "Come in." Roger holds the door open wider.

Brian walks in and takes off his shoes, "Nice place."

Roger nods, "Yeah.. Uh... Mom is at work and Clare's at a sleepover so we got the whole house to ourselves."

Brian blushes and grins making Roger's heart melt he looked so cute with his braces. Roger brings him upstairs into his room and kicks the door closed.

"So calculus right?" Brian asks flipping open his textbook.

Roger pauses watching how Brian looks now for some reason he disliked how Brian looked it wasn't him and Brian did seem uncomfortable, he messes with the shirt and yanks at his hair.

Roger and Brian did study and cram from the finals. It was growing late and Brian was getting sleepy, they were knee to knee now. Brian was blushing heavily, "Roger?"

"Hmm?"

Brian took a deep breath and kisses him knocking him against the headboard. Roger blushes darkly and kisses back he pulls away once they need air, "D-Did you change your look for me?"

Brian nods embarrassed, "Y-Yeah." he rubs his neck, "It seemed to work."

"I loved you since freshman year, Brimi." Roger confesses holding his hand.

"What?"

Roger kisses him, "Even if you dress like a outdated clown I love you."

Brian pouts, "Outdated clown?"

"I mean it's true." Roger laughs hugging him tight.

Brian keeps pouting, "Meanie head!"

"But seriously, Brian," he kisses his hands, "If you have to change your style and what your comfortable with to get a man. He isn't worth it. But I you no matter what. Clown fashion or not."

Brian kisses him and loves on him.

Roger giggles loving on him back, "Want me to make dinner?"

"Watcha making?" Brian asks taking off his jean jacket.

"Sweetcorn and vegan pesto wontons."

Brian beams, "How did you know?"

"I heard you and the Parsi Indian talking."

Brian giggles and follows Roger into the small kitchen. He helps Roger cook he takes off his shirt halfway through, "What are you doing?" Roger asks.

"It got to hot."

"So you're stripping in my mother's kitchen?"

Brian spins around, "Aren't I sexy."

Roger barely glances over, "Watch out for my nana's urn."

He heard a crash and looks over, "Goddamn it."

"Don't worry I'll hoover your nana off of the carpet."

Roger sighs and lets Brian do his thing as he got the food onto plates. Once nana's ashes were cleaned up the two ate the dinner Roger fixed up for them.

Once it reaches 11 Brian goes to leave.

"Do you still still love me?" Brian asks fiddling with his bag strap.

"Yeah, why? I don't care about my spilled nana."

Brian hugs him tightly and Roger kisses his cheek, "Let me walk you home."

Brian blushes as Roger held his hand. They walked the four blocks to Brian's house, they stood on Brian's porch. Brian held the house key in his hand, "Thank you."

"For what?" Roger asks.

"Everything."

Roger blushes and kisses him again, "Goodnight, baby bear. I'll pick you up in the morning."

He saw Brian melt at his words and he walked away with a love sick grin on his face.

Awwwwwww, protective Freddie :)

Haha, love the image of girls trailing in Roger's wake, like a swarm of mosquitoes after a lonely hiker in a swamp.

"Mom is at work and Clare's at a sleepover so we got the whole house to ourselves"

OH HOW CONVENTIENT! BET THAT WON'T COME IN HANDY LATER OR ANYTHING

""So calculus right?" Brian asks flipping open his textbook."

Give the man a prize, best opening line to a date ever!

Good god, those two are a chaos and a half!

Lovely, thank you very much for this sweet ficlet 💕

#ficlet #maylor #highschool au

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darknessisafriend · 3 years

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Hi! Can I ask for hcs' about almost every Joaquin character (y'know, Joe, Theo, Arthur, Ray, and many more) when they're on Christmas with you? Going to a party, with your family, staying at home, in a shopping, gettting presents, taking you to a café or a restaurant, putting on christmas decorations at home, what you eat with them or how you enjoy the night and fireworks, stuff like that. Thank you! Love your imagines!

Hiii I wrote and before Christmas so I’m really happy! (I literally spend my days writing it from morning to late in the night) so I hope you will like it!!

Following HCs with: Arthur/Joker, Commodus, Joe, Abbe, Charlie, Bobby, Bruno, Willie, Max, Theodore, Merrill, Freddie, Ray

Arthur/Joker

- Christmas is Arthur’s and Joker favorite day of the year after Mardi Gras. It is a day where he can be fully himself, wear one of those ‘ugly’ knitted sweaters, listen to oldies Christmas songs. He feels people more relaxed in the streets, it must be Christmas spirit softening them a little, even in Gotham. And usually you would manage to convince Joker not to make too much trouble and stay by your side all day instead.

- You would be staying home together on Christmas Eve. It would be a very simple day because you didn’t have a lot of money but what is important is to be together, and it’s what you would remind to Arthur, no need for something big or fancy, just to be together in Christmas spirit.

- You would buy a few decorations, but you would mostly create them yourself, spending the weekends of December making them with Arthur as you drank hot chocolate. Your flat would be colorful, filled with red and white tinsels and candy canes; you both went to a park and discreetly cut a few pine trees branches to decorate the appartement.

- Of course, Arthur would make the surprise to buy a Christmas tree, not too big, but it was more than enough to make you smile with happiness. And you would decorate it with anything that was shiny and candy canes too of course.

- For dinner you would not buy anything expensive, but luckily you and Artie were pretty good in cooking and you could manage to make delicious dishes with basic ingredients, roasted potatoes with bacon wrapped turkey and red wine gravy, and you would drink the other half of the bottle while eating. And of course, your favorite part, an apple cake topped with cinnamon and sugar.

- You want the night to be as relaxing as possible, you would cook with Arthur while listening to music, exchanging kisses and giggling. Then, after dinner, you two would settle in the sofa, and watch Disney Christmas cartoons while drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows.

- The next morning, Arthur or Joker would be the first awake, excited like a kid and eager to open his gift. Yes, usually with Arthur it would be one or two gifts for each of you. Arthur would have worked extra hours and saved as much money as he could to be able to buy you something nice, he bought those cute earrings you had seen once in a store front. Joker would get you more gifts and would get a bit extravagant, but it was really fun. You would get a nice suit or piece of accessories for Joker. For Arthur you would get a warm sweater or scarf so that he wouldn’t get cold when he is outside.

- As soon as the gifts were open and breakfast with nice pastries taken; you and Arthur would head to your grandparents’ home where you would be reunited with your parents and cousins as well. Arthur was always a bit nervous about it but once they all greeted him with a hug, he would be smiling all along, hugging back your family and playing with your cousins and nephews. He never had a family but now he had one. Joker had promised you he would never come out on Christmas, it was always sweet Arthur, otherwise your parents would have freaked out.

Commodus

- Saturnalia was always an amazing holiday. For whole a week the whole Empire would celebrate in honor of the god Saturn. It was a very special day where the People would be pampered by their Emperor and where even slaves would be provided by table service and dining with their masters, all would party and share. Many offerings were made to the god but also to the people.

- Commodus was always particularly joyful on that holiday. The first day, he always had a hard time not working but then, the next day, the real Commodus was back, joyful and relaxed. He would dedicate his days entirely to you, his nephew and the rest of the family.

- Commodus would be dressed colorfully, wear red and gold togas and you would usually wear matching clothes, except on Saturnalia eve where you would wear purple and gold, an outfit especially made for that night. You both loved beautiful clothes and it was the occasion to shine even more.

- He would make sure that Lucius gets chosen as the Saturnalicius princeps, the Lord of Misrule for the whole week. And Lucius loved it, he was able to prank everyone and especially his dear uncle who at first regretted it, and then you would find him pranking back Lucius or even you, those two were children.

- The whole week, Commodus would offer chariot racing in the grand arena, the greatest charioteer gathered for the most exciting races and with great rewards, as well as gifts for the public. You both enjoyed it, no blood, no deaths, pure entertainment for all.

- It would be a huge party in the streets of Rome, people singing in the streets naked, drinking and gambling. With the Senate, Commodus would make sure to have a delicious public buffet offered to the people at the Temple of Saturn. He wants everyone to enjoy this holiday. And at night on the eve of Saturnalia, Commodus would organize a big party in the palace, where he would completely let himself go and enjoy the moment.

- For dinner, he would get you the finest foods from the whole Empire and even from far beyond, exotic dancers, magicians and entertainers would be invited as well to make this night unforgettable. He would make sure you smile and laugh, that you simply feel home, and it really were.

- “Io Saturnalia my love!” he would cheer, all tipsy, a big goofy grin on his face, coming to wrap his arms around you, almost spilling his cup of wine on you as he starts trying to dance, he wouldn’t care if he looked ridiculous, he wanted to hold you in his arms and kiss you. To be honest, drunk Commodus was probably the most adorable thing you ever saw.

- Commodus would be very nervous about the presents, he wants the best for you and he wants to impress you even if he knows he doesn’t have to but Commodus feels this need to constantly prove himself and his love for you.

- Early in the morning the day before, he would go out in the city in disguise to get your gifts, he doesn’t trust anyone else to get the best for you and choosing your gifts himself is very important to him, he wants something true, something that truly reflects how he feels for you. He would have a ring especially forged for you, with a blue gemstone incrusted in the center of it, reminding you of his gorgeous blue outfit that you loved so much. And for his nephew, his first real sword to train with him. As for you, you would get him a very fine wine from Greece and then a rather…sensual that you would were in your bedroom that night, you would be his gift in a way; and it would made him even crazier for you.

- After this long night of celebration, you and Commodus would take your time and just sleep as long as you could, it was the last day before getting back to work and you wanted him fully rested and ready to take care of the Empire as ardently as before. You had opened your gifts at midnight so there was nothing waiting to be done, except perhaps Lucius who was eager to take his first lesson from his uncle, but the boy was clever and let you enjoy your husband a few hours more….Io Saturnalia.

Joe

- Christmas with Joe would be quiet, something peaceful at home, it would mean a moment of full relaxion for Joe and perhaps the only moment where he feels like he doesn’t have to be on his guard all the time.

- You would spend Christmas Eve’s afternoon in an animal shelter with Joe, you two would pamper the pets and take them on a walk outside. You had discovered Joe rather enjoyed spending time with animals, especially dogs, it seemed to sooth him and you were thinking of adopting one of the dogs as his Christmas gift. So, this moment would be a good occasion as well to see which one he preferred.

- You would usually spend Christmas eve and Christmas day with your family, just your parents. It did good to Joe to be with other people. And your parents loved him, your father was a veteran and they understood each other. And then your mother just loved him and always offered him more cookies.

- You would do part of the shopping with Joe, especially to buy ingredients to cook for him and your family and then buy a few decorations. Joe would shop separately for your gift of course. And he would be in charge to get the Christmas tree and somehow he always ended up picking one that was too tall to fully fit in the living room, so he would have to climb on the stepladder and shorten the top of the trunk and you couldn’t help but laugh. Poor Joe, he always picked up the biggest and most beautiful trees.

- This year Joe got you a few books, fantasy and sci-fi stories. It wasn’t his genre at all, but he knew you enjoyed it, and he hoped he had chosen well, he had made a research on internet to see which were better. As for you, well, you had gotten him the dog he was fond of at the shelter.

- You and Joe would cook with your parents, you would take care of the dessert with your dad while Joe and your mother did the rest. It wouldn’t be anything too complicated but there were many dishes to fill in everyone and especially Joe’s great appetite. As your mother said, a big man like him needed strength to carry on. And he truly managed to eat everything she was serving him, which you never thought was possible.

- As for the Christmas decoration of your house, it would be discreet but enough to remind of the Christmas spirit. The Christmas tree, a few tinsels on the walls or the banister and that was it. For everything, Joe liked to remain discreet. Still, you managed to get him to wear a Christmas sweater at home and with your family and he was the most adorable like that.

- The night would be spent taking your time dinning with your family, and then they would light a fire in the chimney, and drink mulled wine while talking about the many things that happened during the year. Then, your dad would put on some vinyl, oldies Christmas song; and you couldn’t resist but to get Joe to dance with, a slow dance, pressed against each other as you listened to the music.

- The next morning, you were the first one awake, excited to open your gifts. Well, you thought you were the first one awake, but you would soon realize Joe wasn’t sleeping by your side, maybe he was eager too. However, when you reached downstairs, you found him cooking a marvelous breakfast and not just for you but your parents as well, already wearing the Christmas sweater you had gotten him.

Abbe de Coulmier

- Christmas was obviously a very important day for the Abbe, the birth of the Christ and a day of love. Which meant a lot of work for him, he was a priest after all, and he wanted to give love to people around him and the people in need. And he also wanted to make this day special for his patients, many had been abandoned by their families, and he wanted to make them feel at home, celebrating this important day together.

- He would encourage his patients to create decorations, some patients even crafting wood, others picking up pine tree branches to ornate the doors of their cells. Then, you and Madeleine would spend the day cooking for the dinner, the Abbe as always had managed the finances excellently and you had extra money to buy more food and ingredients and cook something more sophisticated for this day and even Yule logs for everyone. You would even convince him to cook biscuits with the patients, it made them very happy and also seeing him covered in flour was adorable, you couldn’t stop giggling and teasing him.

- Then, towards the end of the afternoon you would help him greet homeless and poor for the evening and night, distributing blankets to them, and sharing a warm dinner with them and a shelter for the night. So, this was a very big day for him and slightly exhausting, but the Abbe was a workaholic, he lived for other people and he loved helping.

- Charenton had become his family so there was no reason for him to come out of the Asylum. And also, you were there, by his side. And he loved you, even if he knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t resist the temptation you were, and he wanted to make this day special for you too.

- He had very little money, but he had still managed to go in town, and buy you a beautiful blue scarf to keep you warm in the corridors of Charenton. As for you, you had saved as much money as you could to buy him this beautiful chain with a little golden cross, he could wear it around his neck all day along, underneath his cassock.

- It would be a very heartwarming night where everyone would be reunited in the canteen, a beautiful fire lit in the chimney. Everyone would sit close to it and listen to the Marquis, standing in front of it, telling funny stories and also Christmas stories which he had agreed to tell after the irresistible request from his favorite priest. As the Marquis was getting everyone’s attention, you felt the Abbe discreetly brush his fingers against yours, to finally entwine your hands, making you blush, you would exchange a look full of love, tonight he would spend the night in your bed.

- To end the night, he would celebrate the midnight mass, patients and employees gathered and singing songs celebrating the day of the birth of Jesus Christ. It would be a great moment to remind everyone the values of Christmas, compassion, sharing, kindness and love.

- The next morning you would both be awakened by the excited cheering of the patients, eager to open their gifts. He couldn’t help but chuckle, it seems you two won’t be able to make love again this morning, but he would find another way, probably request you to his office for some reason. It wouldn’t stop him from filling your face with kisses before getting up and putting his cassock on. As you both opened your gifts with everyone else, you would know which one was his gift and he would know which one is yours; the look he would give you would be more powerful than words and you would smile in return, you felt blessed.

Charlie

- Charlie wasn’t a Christmas guy, not all. Mostly because he kept bad memories from it, his father made it hell for him and his brother, and his mother too. Even if she had always tried to make them smile, making them eggnog, discreetly slipping a gift in their bed in the morning.

- Naturally as an adult, he wasn’t really down for it, except getting drunk in a Saloon. But you were there to teach him another way to celebrate Christmas, and it would be a way he would surely enjoy; and he would end up with Christmas spirit.

- So, obviously you would spend the day with his family, his brother and his mother. And Charlie wouldn’t be so opposed to it; at first, he might complain and say he doesn’t feel like going. But as soon as he sees his family, he smiles and greet them with a hug, he would never admit it out loud but he missed them and Christmas would be the perfect occasion to spend time together.

- You would have to accompany Charlie to the different stores for Christmas shopping, he always played tough guys and now he didn’t want to go shopping alone, it made you retain a laugh, your man was dumb sometimes. Of course, once he finds something that could be a great gift for you, he would do his best to hide it behind his back, and most of the time pretend he didn’t find anything, you would roll your eyes, you knew his lying face but it was adorable. For his mother, he would some embroidered hankies, another scarf for his brother, just to tease him and for you, an expensive perfume from San Francisco. As for him, you would spend a lot of time and money with specialist to have a prosthetic arm designed for him, he still had a hard time with it and perhaps it would help him feel better and for when he rides again.

- You and his mother would cook, both men were terrible at cooking anything else than beans. So, out of question that they came into the kitchen, especially since last time where Charlie managed to eat half of the cookies you had made. You would also cook apples pies, and a roasted turkey that the two men had hunted earlier.

- As for decorations, the two men had managed to cut a pine tree that resembles a Christmas tree. You would all together decorate the tree, thanks to their mother pushing them to participate. It would be filled with red ribbons, berries, paper strings, yarn, and other homemade decoration Eli had brought. You would even hang a few cookies in the tree.

- When the night came, a fire was lit to keep everyone warm, after all the winter was extremely cold in this part of the country. You would eat joyfully, the boys telling their most epic and finniest anecdotes. Obviously, alcohol would be part of the night, though you tried to keep Charlie just tipsy, except if you were drunk too and joined him in messing around. You would end the night singing joyful Christmas songs together.

- The next morning, Charlie would be the one waking up everyone, he would even try to guess what his gifts were while everyone was still asleep. “But Charlie it’s 7 am…on Christmas.” you yawned, you couldn’t believe he was excited like a child for it, but in a way your understood him, Charlie had never celebrated Christmas and soon his brother was up as well, eager to unwrap his gifts. Charlie would be left speechless as he unwraps his gift and discovers the prosthetic arm, the only thing he would do is to hug you tightly, burying his head in your neck, and placing a kiss on your skin, before letting you put the prosthetic on him.

Bobby Green

- Christmas for Bobby had become another mean to party, not as much as for New Year though. He just loved to enjoy life to the fullest unlike his family meetings where everyone was more uptight than the others.

- So obviously, Bobby would much prefer to spend Christmas just with you, not even with his friends from El Caribe. Though, later in the evening, after dinner, you two might head to the club a little but not to work, simply dance and have fun.

- You would do Christmas decorations shopping together trying to find which color would fit the best for this year; obviously you had a thing for red because it was a color that went well with Bobby too and you picked up gold as a second color; yes, this would be perfect. The very same day, arms full of bags, you would get a Christmas tree, a big fluffy one which would proudly wear the decorations you had bought.

- Then, another day, Bobby would spend quite some time shopping, thanks to his job, money wasn’t a problem, but the problem was finding something perfect for you. Bobby would get you gold earrings with a little diamond on each, and the design would perfectly match with your face and he would also buy some sexy lingerie for you both to enjoy. You would get him an earring as well, the coincidence was rather funny, but it was a detail you particularly loved about him.

- As the evening comes, Bobby would bring you to a nice restaurant in the city center, it was a rather fancy one but not too much to avoid uptight people who couldn’t bear a laugh. It was fancy enough to fix the event in your memories. And you would enjoy a classic feast, and even Foie gras and dishes with truffles. Obviously, you would drink champagne, it would be a night of ‘excess and pleasure’ as Bobby said, and you loved this intensity.

- The decorations would mostly be on the Christmas tree, then you would spread little decorations everywhere, on cupboards and counters and then add many glitters which would be hell to clean up afterwards but you recognized Bobby’s great taste in decorations, he knew how to make it joyful and give a party atmosphere to a place.

- After the restaurant, you would head to El Caribe, at least you knew it was the best place to party in all safety. You and Bobby would just go wild, dancing pressed against each other, exchanging kisses and getting horny in no time; to the point that you would soon go back home to make love right away. Then, late in the night you couldn’t resist but open your gifts, giggling like children. So, there wouldn’t be really a Christmas morning for you, just sleeping late in each other’s arms, and it would be the best morning ever.

Bruno Weiss

- For Bruno, Christmas was like any other day. He was Jewish but not practicing so he wasn’t really celebrating in any way. And he was often alone on Christmas, his girls always finding a gentleman or another way to celebrate without him. And he had expected you spend Christmas away, with your family in San Francisco; but you surprised when you asked him what he would like to do with you for Christmas, it had made him so happy that you thought about him, even surrounded by his girls, he had always been a lonely man.

- Bruno would spoil you during this day, actually he would dedicate his time entirely to you and that starting from the morning. He wasn’t great at cooking breakfast but at least he tried, and that only made you happy. And you were even more when he announced you that he would spend the whole day with you to prepare Christmas.

- He would rather enjoy shopping with you, his woman, walking hands in hands from shop to shop, his arms getting fuller of bags each time. Once again, he would spoil you, trying to fulfil you every desires, though Bruno wasn’t a rich man either; so, when you showed him an item that was too expensive, you would see it instantly, the way, he avoided your gaze, an embarrassed look on his face, he wished he could buy you anything you desired. “Hey darling, you know what? I don’t need it, it’s all good, don’t worry.” You would reassure him, tenderly kissing him on the lips. He swore to himself he would make you feel like the luckiest women in the world when you would open your gifts.

- You would buy many items to put in the Christmas tree and a few garlands but the most important purchase had been this new thing, electric light garlands, you had not doubts it would look perfect on the tree, and what better than to have the latest modern house items? And about that, Bruno completely agreed.

- Bruno would get you a new dress and makeup as well; it was one of his favorite things, to watch you put on your makeup, making yourself even more beautiful than you already were and that view was only for him. And you would buy him a new pocket watch, not one he bought on the black market for nothing, one with a beautiful design and your initials engraved inside the watch cover, so there would always be a bit of you with him.

- On Christmas Eve, you would stay home together, you would cook dinner and he would try to help. However, Bruno doesn’t have much patience so his help would be rather limited, and you would soon tell him to sit down and just keep you company. You would cook a roasted chicken, cookies and a fruit cake. However, on Christmas day, for lunch he would bring you to a restaurant, fancier than the usual restaurant he goes to; you would get smoked salmon and cocktails with champagne. And he had to admit, it was nice to have celebrations from time to time, and Christmas spirit was perhaps starting to grow on him.

- For the night, Bruno was more inclined to just stay home, but you wanted to show him something more, and you managed to convince him to go to a jazz club, at least to listen to the Christmas songs recreated with jazz stylings. After a while, you saw your boyfriend relaxed, so you put your hand on his, gently stroking it and by the look in your eyes, he would understand and accept to dance with you, a slow dance, embracing each other.

- The next morning; the air was rather chill, the both of you waking up slowly, caressed by the warm rays of the sun, snuggling a bit more in his embrace as you felt the air cooler than usual, it had snowed. You would happily open your gifts as you shared a coffee, wrapped in your warm bathrobe, a soft smile was on Bruno’s face, this peace, warmth; Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

Willie Gutirrez

- Willie absolutely loved Christmas and didn’t hide it. It was a great occasion to spend time with you and your family and everyone knew Wille was a family man. He wasn’t the most churchgoing man, but this day would have a religious meaning for him as well. And actually, he would make sure the apartment you shared would be decorated for the 1st of December and he would get an advent calendar with chocolates, he loves it and you would have never thought that about Willie but it was really cute.

- That meant that you would spend Christmas holidays at your parents’ home. It was nice to travel a bit and change of air. And your parents just loved Willie, this hard-working young man who satisfied your every desires and who was kind and funny, to them he was perfect; and to you too of course, after all you were madly in love.

- Obviously, you would shop together, for everything: decorations, gifts for you and your family, food and chocolates. You would tease each other, trying to guess the gift hidden in the bag of the other, and you would have to wait Christmas morning to know which was even more exciting.

- The apartment would be perfectly decorated, as if a home stylist had done it, silver and gold, the Christmas tree big and fluffy and perfectly decorated, the nativity scene underneath it. You were very proud of your decorations.

- Before joining your parents’ house, you and Willie would make cookies. But it would be hard to focus for you, Willie was really sexy, wearing an apron, a comfy sweater and a Christmas hat just to tease you because he knew the effect it had on you. Obviously, you would end up having sex on the counter between Christmas cookies. Once you would have joined your parents Willie would insist on helping out your mother, which would make her fall for him even more, and he would drink a glass of whisky with your father the same time while talking politics; yes, he had completely seduced them, to your greatest pleasure.

- Willie would also surprise you all by taking out an expensive bottle of champagne one of his acquaintances would have gifted him. Other than that, you would eat a rather classic Christmas feast, braised pork, vegetables and a few canapés.

- After dinner, you would all settle in the sofas in the living room, you snuggled against Willie, drinking hot spiced apple cider as your parents told your boyfriend memories of your childhood, some rather embarrassing actually but it made him laugh and he loved knowing those things about you. Your parents would be the first to head to bed; you and Willie would stay a bit more, exchanging slow and tender kisses until it was time to sleep and let the magic of Christmas happen.

- The next morning, you would be awakened by more kisses from Willie, feather-like kisses on your face, his fingers gently pushing away the strands of hair on your face. “Don’t you want to find out what Santa got you?” he’d tease you. And you would truly hesitate between considering him your Santa gift and getting up, and he knew it. And after a little you would both finally get up, happily opening your gifts. Willie would be smiling all the time, he had family who loved him now.

Max California

- Max celebrates Christmas but not in the typical way to do it. For him it is an overrated celebration, with a lot of fuss with all these decorations and Christmas movies on TV all day along and the whole picking up Christmas tree imperative. Also, Max doesn’t blend in very well with Christmas atmosphere with his look that he keeps all year along. People tend to look at him in a strange way when Christmas comes, seeing a guy all dressed in black with piercings and tattoos.

- It would be really fun when you boyfriend would realize that you are used to celebrate Christmas and that you rather enjoy the atmosphere. You would spare him Christmas songs and put on your headphones though you wouldn’t sometimes, just to embarrass him.

- You would celebrate Christmas just the two of you, you preferred to take baby steps with him, family gatherings on those type of celebrations made him uneasy because people were no fun, he couldn’t make his usual sex jokes or talk about the funniest things that happened back at the sex shop.

- You would manage to convince him to get a Christmas tree, and he got one in a pot so that you could plant it somewhere later. And you would accept that he chooses the decorations for it and thankfully you had no guests because this was hilarious and outrageous. Bulbs that looks like boobs, leather collars and other kinky stuff he had gotten at the shop; at least it was unique and very much Max California.

- As gifts, you would buy him more clothes that would perfectly match his style and you would get him a new sound system for his guitar, you didn’t want him to renounce to his passion and his dream of being a successful musician one day. As for Max well…. he would get you a few sexy things and also makeup that would perfectly match your face and look, you always loved when he did that, he was better than you at picking up those products, he really had great taste.

- For Christmas eve dinner you would order delivery but something out of the ordinary, something a bit fancy, your kitchen wasn’t the best to cook anyway, small and poorly equipped. And actually, you and Max would go for one of the most expensive Japanese restaurants of LA, and damn that was worth it, exotic and unique for this special night.

- You would move the little table to the window and open it, giving you a little view on the city. Since you two had moved from his rather questionable flat, you lived in a much better and beautiful neighborhood. After dinner you would head outside for a walk hand in hand by the beach, sharing a cigarette under the cool air and watching a few decorated store fronts; Max always finding ways to make a dirty joke.

- The next morning, you would wake up in your favorite way, Max tracing kisses along your thighs, that rascal never forgot his priorities, you thought, giggling sleepily and well, Christmas could wait a little more. Obviously, after this little morning fun, you would go open your gifts under the tree while Facetiming with your parents “Oh my God Max!” you burst out laughing, you couldn’t show this gift to your parents “But baby it was a limited Christmas edition!” he’d reply, making everyone laugh even more.

Theodore Twombly

- Knowing how romantic and old-fashioned Theodore is, he absolutely loved Christmas. It had been a rough period for when he was single and without anyone to celebrate Christmas with but Amy. Celebrating with a friend is much different than with your lover and family. So, he was more than excited to celebrate it with you.

- With Theodore you would get up before sunrise and take the car to drive to his chalet in the mountains. That already put you in the full Christmas atmosphere, it was sunny and full of snow, so much that for a while you thought you wouldn’t be able to access the chalet.

- You would spend Christmas eve and the next day together, just the two of you, in his chalet, lost in the mountains, it would become your little heaven frozen in time where only what you felt for each other mattered.

- Theodore would have shopped for your gifts the whole year, but he would have wrapped them a few days before Christmas, to keep the magic of the celebration. He would have gotten you all sorts of gifts, from an artisanal wooden carved object, to the latest video game you wanted. And you would have gotten a game too but what people call now old-fashioned one, a board game. Those were rather expensive today because people much preferred immersive virtual games now, but you were sure he would love it.

- Theodore would have already all the decorations you could possibly need, ready in boxes in the basement, you were honestly surprised by the choice in colors he had. You would both decorate the whole chalet, inside and outside with classic garlands and electrical garlands to, it was so much more beautiful than the holographic ones. This year, you would go for blue and white and also add candy canes in the tree because it was just too good not to put them. Speaking of the Christmas tree you would go get it in a pine tree nursery nearby. And the great thing was that you could chose it and cut it yourself, though you left that task to Theodore, despite several tries you couldn’t manage to hit the same spot each time; it was physical but you both really had fun.

- You would cook Christmas eve dinner together, already dressed in your warm and comfy pajamas; the fire lit in the chimney. You would make tons of different cookies with hot chocolate and marshmallows. Theodore was vegetarian and you too so you would cook a wonderful vegetarian dinner, something simple and delicious that wasn’t too complicated to make so that you could spend the day enjoying other things as well.

- You would have dinner with candle lights while listening to oldies Christmas songs, it would be super romantic and you couldn’t stop smiling all the time and Theodore felt the same, it was a perfect Christmas. Then, you would go on the balcony, wrapped in a warm blanket, Theodore hugging you from behind as you looked at the stars, the sky was clear and it was a stunning view. Actually, you don’t know how much time you stayed there, despite the cold, you both couldn’t stop looking. Though after a while it would be really cold and you would run inside to snuggle in front of the TV and watch Christmas movies, you barely payed attention to it, too busy exchanging tender kisses until you felt it was time to go to sleep.

- The following morning, after opening your gifts, the both of you were overjoyed with what you had gotten. And soon, your parents would join you and Theodore for a few days and they would also take you cross-country skiing, to the great joy of Theodore….he wasn’t a sport guy at all but he would follow you anywhere in the world.

Merrill Hess

- Christmas for Merill meant family time, he already spent a significant amount of time with his nephews and brother but less since you had moved together in a house farther down the neighborhood. And also, he was often away since he had integrated one of the best baseball team of the country. So, Christmas was a great way to be reunited all together.

- You would spend the whole day in family, playing the snow with your nephews, obviously Merill would start a snowball fight, and he was the best at it, great aim and great strength especially when you received it right in the face. And you, on your side struggled to reach your target, and you couldn’t even run after him to get closer, he ran damn fast! At least your nephews laughed a lot at this. Afterwards, you would make a snowman competition, you and Abigail against Merill and Morgan, and Graham, would decide of the winners and it was your team who won, and the price was extra cookies.

- Merill and Graham would go shopping while you watched after the children, who didn’t know at all that Santa was shopping. And in the meantime, with your nephews you would get the many boxes of decoration out of the basement and decorate the whole house so that that they would have the surprise when they come back. Though you would leave the nativity scene to Graham and his children, it was very important for them.

- In the meantime, the two brothers would not only buy the gifts but also food for the dinner, a menu that everyone had composed together. You had already your gift for Merill, a sled and a few DVDs of his favorite movies, as for him he would get you a tartan rug and the finest chocolates he could find, he knew how much you loved chocolate so he didn’t look at the price.

- For the Christmas tree you would all go together to pick it up, the children wanted the biggest one and Merill was always part of the children when it came to the Christmas tree. You and Graham would be more rational and manage to calm them down a bit and get them to chose one that would fit in the living room and 6’7 wasn’t bad at all.

- After playing a while outside and being frozen now, you would get to cooking, a great way to warm up again. Of course, the children were learning to cook so they participated in the elaboration of the dinner, it was a joyful moment where everyone had their importance and helped. Stuffed turkey, carrots, potatoes and an apple pie for dessert and everything in big portions because of the two growing up and the sportsman that was Merill.

- The night would be full of laughter and joy, after dinner you would settle by the fire and you tell Christmas tales with Graham while the three others were sitting crossed legged and listening to you, the little ones snuggled against their uncle. And then, all together you would watch Disney Christmas cartoons, there was nothing better to relax and dream of the wonderful gifts you would get tomorrow. After putting your nephews to bed, you and Merill would sleep back in his old room, reminding you of good memories, when you had started dating and your first time making love with him, it was very nice to spend Christmas here and you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

- The next morning, you would be awakened by your nephews, running in the corridor and shouting that Santa had come and that many gifts were waiting to be unwrapped. You chuckled, thinking of Graham who had waited for them to be asleep to put the gifts underneath the tree. You wouldn’t take breakfast first, they were too impatient, and they didn’t seem very hungry, preferring to test their gifts together, including Merill with his sled, he could finally compete with his nephews as the big child he could be. But before you would convince them to eat their giant breakfast so they could play for hours in the snow.

Freddie Quell

- It’s not that Freddie didn’t like Christmas, but he never celebrated it in a normal way, from his terrible childhood to Christmas in the army which was mostly a lot of drinking and sex. So, in a way, this would be his first real Christmas, with you and his family-in-law.

- He would let you completely guide him through Christmas eve and day. He was a bit grumpy at first because he was frustrated; he wanted to fit in and understand how to do things right. He wanted you to be happy with your man.

- So, it would be best if you spent Christmas eve, just the two of you; Take baby steps with Freddie and tomorrow spend Christmas with your family where he would have to bear the shitty jokes of your uncle. You would take him outside to walk hands in hands a look at the store fronts especially decorated for Christmas, just to show him the colors and decorations, the joy of the adults and children looking at it, in short introduce him to the Christmas atmosphere. You wouldn’t stay for too long because you knew he couldn’t stand still and had a limited patience but still, you were pleasantly surprised by how calm he was, a boyish smile forming on his lips sometimes, it was great step forward and you were eager to spend this day with him.

- He would be the first to suggest going inside the shops and buy a few decorations for your house. Though, once inside he would be a bit overwhelmed by the crowd but also the crazy choice there was. He wouldn’t let go of your hand as you took him through the various alleys, he would be rather undecided about the color to pick, so you went for blue and gold, and he help you to pick up the shape and designs of the garlands and bulbs. And he was happy to carry out all the bags.

- “Do you need to go to another shop for a gift?” you asked him once outside of that shop “No, I actually have it already.” He replied looking away, he had his gifts for you for a while because he had taken great care to choose something that would fit, he had gotten you a dress and expensive perfume. You would look at him excitedly, the way he took care of you was always very attractive to you “Well, Mister Quell if you could wait for me in the car, I have one more thing to buy…” your murmured giving him a sensual kiss on the lips, he would chuckle already knowing how it would end once at home but also happy that you were about to buy his gift, a nice kit to make cocktails and expensive alcohol that he would savor with you, reasonably.

- You would stay home, you thought he would want to go to the restaurant but actually he preferred to be alone with you and have no distractions. You would decorate the house together, while he actually sang the Christmas songs everyone sang on the vessel, it was joyful songs and it was nice hear Freddie sing, it was an aspect of him you encouraged to come out. And while he finished decorating you cooked the fabulous dinner you would share, and which remained classic. Though soon you would feel his arms wrap around your waist and his lips tracing kisses along you neck; he couldn’t help it, whatever you did, you were sexy.

- Freddie was an unpredictable man and full of surprises. When you thought you would spend the evening in his arms at home, he would actually take you to the rooftop of a building and you didn’t understand why until a firework started and he had brought you where you would have the best view on it. Your eyes were shining all along and you snuggled in Freddie’s arms as you watch the show with him. And you would conclude the night by making love there, at the risk of getting a cold, but you didn’t care. In the end, it was Freddie who guided you through an amazing Christmas.

Ray Elwood

- Ray wouldn’t get a long permission for Christmas holidays, but at least he got a few days because you two were engaged. He was excited to spend Christmas outside of the base and with you, he had missed you so much, so much time away from you, only able to write to you or call you without being able to see you or hold you in his arms; he had missed you terribly and that was more important to him than celebrating Christmas.

- When you reached Germany, you had no idea of how your holidays with Ray would go, it was your first time in Europe and he had given you absolutely no indications of the program, if there was one. And that’s because he had a big surprise for you. You don’t know how much time it lasted when you embraced each other at the airport but to feel his warmth, his scent wrapped around you, his lips on yours, it was the best Christmas gift you could ever receive. After that, he would bring you to the base to introduce you to his friends and also to his boss, who had become a friend in a way, but a friend he also used to do his little business. After, he hadn’t been sent here for nothing but what could you do? You couldn’t stop loving him, and as far as you knew, he didn’t kill anyone, so that was good.

- And he would be really proud to show his beautiful fiancée to everyone, showing that you were real and a real knockout who was engaged to him. And his buddies were really nice and fun, they made you feel comfortable in this place full of men. However, once you two were alone again, he took out of his jacket two plane tickets for Paris “Spoiler alert, that’s your Christmas gift, a couple of days together in Paris.” He revealed to you, he had more than enough money for it and he wanted to spoil you, and he knew Paris was one of your dreams. You would be speechless, what a wonderful surprise “I prefer to tell you that my gift won’t be so crazy.” You chuckled, your eyes wet with emotion “Don’t worry baby, you are my gift.” He would reassure you, filling your face with kisses.

- And once in Paris, you realized Ray had really gone crazy, a superb hotel room, already decorated and even with Christmas tree in it, and gifts from the hotel like chocolates and perfumes. Though, you didn’t visit the city first, as soon as the door of the bedroom was closed and that the effect of surprise had passed, you literally jumped on Ray, the both ending making love passionately, again and again until you were satisfied, actually it didn’t change much from previous Christmas, there was always a lot of sex involved, for your greatest pleasure.

- And to make up for lost time, Ray would have the great idea to book a table on a barge on the Seine, it would enable the both of you to see the most beautiful monuments of the city, beautifully lit during the night and while you ate a typical French Christmas dinner and of course with great wine and champagne.

- After dinner, you would get off the boat and go watch the beautiful and famous store fronts of the Gallerie Lafayette incredibly decorated for Christmas, Paris was just amazingly decorated and the Christmas atmosphere was very present, it was perfect. Then, you would manage to convince Ray to go Ice skating with you, and after a few kisses and puppy eyes, he wouldn’t be able to resist and would just agree. The truth is that he was really bad at it and fell all the time on his behind, you were pretty much the same, but that’s where the fun was, trying to skate decently without falling. And the both of you would end up laughing a lot, clinging onto each other and ending up falling on each other.

- The day had been exhausting but worth it, it was the best Christmas holidays you ever had, and it was only starting, you still had a few days more with your fiancée. And despite exhaustion you would make love again, the Christmas atmosphere in the bedroom making it even more magical. And Ray had to admit that it really gave him the Christmas spirit and with you he was really enjoying this celebration. And even more so when he woke up the next morning and found underneath the Christmas tree a gift for him, he picked it up and went back in the bed to open it next to you. It wasn’t something big and flashy but it had more value to his eyes, you had made a photo album of you and him, all the pictures you took together since you were together and at the end of it you had included sexy pictures of you that you had made just for him; he would have a big smile, he was loving Christmas.

Also you my dear readers, tell me with which of these characters you would prefer to celebrate Christmas with!!

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