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Waited Too Long | F.W.

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fandom: Harry Potter

pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: smut mixed with fluff. unprotected sex ‘cause she on the pill, filthy filthy nasty disgusting smut. BUT ALSO SOFT SEX YASS, praise kink, slight edging, oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, p in v, breeding kink, size kink, kind of a switch situation, some sub Fred ;))

summary: Fred realizes he should have pleased you sooner.

WC: 4.5k

A/N: This is like my first completed fic so tell me if I did any good! Proofread but there’s probably still some mistakes. I will surely edit it later, sorry! Please let me know if you have any requests, I’ll be happy to write them <33 also enjoy, nasty fucks ;)

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NOT intended for minors! read at your own risk.

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You and Fred had been dating for about six months now. Nothing explicit or intimate has happened between you yet, but you have been dying for him to make some sort of move for the past two months.

Now of course Fred wants to do things with you too, but unfortunately he’s been too afraid you might not want him like that yet, or worse, you’ll be creeped out or uncomfortable.

A towel changed that.

You were in your dorm as usual on a Friday night drying yourself after taking a shower in your bathroom when you heard your dorm door open. Assuming it was just Angela or maybe even Hermione, you thought nothing of it.

Maybe two or three minutes had passed and you wrapped a towel around your chest in order to step out, not wanting to keep your friend waiting too long.

Opening the door, you saw an orangey red head on your bed and automatically knew it was Fred. But unlucky for you, he whipped his head around to look at you and all the blood from your body quickly rushed to your face, almost making you look purple.

“Erm- F-Fred!… What uh.. W-what are you doing here?..”

Fred’s mouth was slightly agape, and with no capability to show any emotion upon his face, he spoke.

“Erm.. I-I didn’t know you were… showering..”

He was trying his hardest to keep his eyes on your face, but he couldn’t control how they ran lower onto your chest and then to your legs. He gulped as he shot them back up to your face.

A minute had passed full of the most awkward staring contest when he decided to speak up again.

“Uh I should probably-“ Fred began his sentence as he started to get up, his eyes still awkwardly on yours, and just your luck, you felt something slip out of place as your entire towel loosened over your body.

You had nearly no time to react due to your state of shock and embarrassment, and your towel fell to the floor.

“-go…” Fred finished his sentence as his eyes widened and ran over your breasts and onto your stomach, slowly trailing down to the one place you’d always wished for him to see and feel.

His jaw was on the floor as he kept staring at you until he realized how uncomfortable you must feel with his eyes all over your exposed body.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” his hands flew to his face to cover his eyes and he turned around.

“Fuck! I’m so embarrassed, I- you have no idea, I-I shouldn’t have kept looking, I’m so sorry!”

Fred uncovered his face and turned back around when he felt your tap on his shoulder.

His face became beet red when he saw you still didn’t have any clothes on.

“It’s okay Freddie, it’s not your fault… but I’ve been waiting too goddamn long for you to see me like this and I just can’t wait any longer.” You moved your arms up his chest and to the back if his neck

“Wait wh-“ Fred was cut off when he felt your lips on his, he closed his eyes and savored it, his hands running to your waist.

As you pulled away, he mumbled,

“Are you… Are you sure..?” he said nervously.

You leaned your forehead against his and whispered,

“Get on the bed, Freddie.”

There was a slight glint in his eyes as he heard the tone of command in your voice, like a dog getting excited for a treat after doing what his master told him.

You stood at the end of the bed, him against the headboard, waiting for your next wish.

“Strip.” You only looked at him with dark eyes now.

Quickly and clumsily, Fred pulled off his shirt and trousers and tossed them somewhere by the bed as he lied back down, a tent growing in his boxers.

You slowly climbed onto the bed with him, your body hovering right over his, causing his breath to hitch.

You planted a small kiss on his lips again, his eyes staying on yours as you spoke again.

“I said…”

A small gasp escaped his throat as you ran your hand down his torso and lower to his underwear.

“Strip.”

You tugged on the hem of his boxers and let go, causing them to smack back into place.

Leaning back, you watched Fred as he slowly leaned forward and tugged his boxers down, lifting his hips to pull them all the way off.

Your eyes moved to his dick as it sprang free, a small whimper escaping your lips.

Fred smirked to himself when he heard the sound.

Your hand moved down to touch yourself as you stared at Fred in this state, not realizing that you could just have him touch you himself.

A quiet gasp escaped you as you rubbed small circles over your own clit.

Fred enjoyed watching you touch yourself, it amused him how you didn’t even think of asking him to do it for you. His hands moved behind his head, a smirk splayed across his face.

Another moan came out of you as you slipped your finger in, causing Fred’s smirk to fade and whisper to himself, “Bloody hell.” His lip got caught between his teeth, his right hand moving to touch his now swollen and red cock.

But before he could even get within an inch of it, you spoke up, “No, Freddie, don’t you dare touch yourself.” Now you sounded like a hypocrite, but you didn’t care. A groan caught itself in his throat,

“Please?” he moaned. He was getting desperate. His cock really needed to be touched and relieved, hopefully by you. If not, he swore he could just cum on himself from the sounds you made.

“Mm- no.. No, Freddie.” you told him.

You removed your fingers from yourself and brought the slimy substance to his tip, slowly mixing it with his precum and running it up and down his length.

A long breathy moan fell from his mouth as his eyebrows knitted together, his eyes not moving from your hand. it was a different kind of feeling from his own hands, yours were slightly smaller and softer, and you knew exactly what to do to make him feel good.

“That-“ he cut himself off with a groan of your name when you ran your thumb over the tip. His head falling back with a thud as it hit the headboard.

“Ow.” He pulled his head back up, his eyes closed as he rubbed the back of his head with his left hand.

A chuckle erupted from your lips as you pulled your hand away from him, his eyes shot open at the loss of contact in slight disappointment, but smiled when he saw you laughing, fireworks exploding in his stomach.

His smile widened when your eyes met his. He only realized it just now how lucky he was to have you. How he didn’t even deserve you, but he had you.

He leaned forward and held you by your hands to pull you closer to him. With his left hand holding your right one, he brought it up to his mouth and licked a stripe from your palm to the tips of your fingers.

With his eyes still on yours and a small mischievous smile still on his lips, he put your fingers in his mouth, sucking all the juices off of them.

“We even taste good together.” He said lowly, that stupid smile still on his face.

A pink dusted your cheeks as he cupped them and pulled your face closer to his and kissed you.

It was soft and sweet, but still, you were desperate so you made it hot and passionate.

Fred let out a groan when he realized what you were doing.

None of this was really what he had in mind when he thought of your first time together. It’s ironic really, he wanted to take things slow with you, not pull you into anything you didn’t want to do.

But you wanted to go a little faster, rougher. Maybe because he’d taken too long. Otherwise you’d also be wanting to take things slow as well.

You moved your kisses to his jawline and slowly trailed them down to his neck. Looking for the one weak spot on it.

When you reached a spot right above his collarbone, a breath caught in his throat. That’s where you decided to leave a wet and sloppy kiss. Nipping and sucking on it caused Fred to whimper.

“Hey, honey you have no idea how you’re making me feel right now,” he spoke but it was breathy,

“Please stop teasing me.”

You smiled against his skin and pulled back to look at him. His eyebrows were slightly curved upwards, his mouth slightly open. But what stood out the most were those desperate, nervous puppy eyes. He was begging. With his eyes. Like a fucking dog.

A light scoff is all you let out, moving back to kiss the now red mark on his neck, then trailing back down his chest, kissing both his muscular pecks then moving lower to kiss each of his lightly defined abs.

When you got to his V-line, you couldn’t resist but to leave another mark, making a grunt come from Fred’s mouth.

“M-Fuck! Please, love, don’t do this. Don’t be like that,” his pleas meant nothing to you, you would give him what he wanted. Only after the teasing, since that what he did to you on a weekly basis.

Studying in either of your dorms, he’d occasionally be shirtless, his muscular body splayed all over your bed just for you to gawk at while you tried to write in your notes without breaking your quill.

Your kisses got closer to where he needed you to be, and a sigh of relief came from his lips when you moved your mouth close to the tip and wet your lips.

His eyes watched you, waiting for your next move.

Parting your lips, you opened enough to take him in your mouth, going as far down as you could without gagging, and you brought your right hand to squeeze his base as you sucked him off.

“Thank you, baby,” Fred sighed, “Makin’ me feel so good right now.”

Your hand began moving up and down, and twisting side to side.

Fred let out another hard breath and closed his eyes, slowly leaning his head back, so not to hit it against the headboard again and ruin the moment.

You began bobbing your head faster and Fred’s eyes shot open, they were on the ceiling, but he was seeing stars.

“Godric, honey, that’s so good! Oh my god you’re doing so fucking good.” he groaned, “You’re so perfect.” Fred moved his hand to your head to grab a fistfull of your hair, only resting it on top.

He tried to be slick, and subtly pushed your head down a little further as you moved it down, but you let go and brought your mouth back up to only the tip, swirling your tongue around it then moving off it with a ‘pop.’

“No, no, no! Please keep going, I was almost there,” he whimpered.

“You took far too long to touch me, Freddie, and now you want me to get you off so quickly?” you questioned,

“Look, I’m so sorry for that, love, I didn’t think you wanted to just yet, and I didn’t want to push you into it and make you think I’m some creep or pervert that just wants your body! I care about you too much to let you see me that way.”

There they were, the butterflies in your stomach, they came back because Fred actually cares about you. As a person, not an object.

You only stared at him in awe and he thought he said something wrong so he spoke up again.

“Okay… If you were really that desperate, lovely, you could have just told me and I would have tended to your needs. I would do anything for you.”

Groaning at him, you talked, “But it’s embarrassing! How could I tell you that I’m… horny… and make you think I’m a whore? No way! I tried hinting it to you Freddie…” You sighed, looking off into the corner of the room, about to reveal some serious secrets.

“You were just so damn oblivious. I would do that sighing thing when you and I were close, and yeah I know. Not that obvious. But.. I would literally squeeze my legs together when we would be studying… because you didn’t have a shirt on.. And you just looked so fucking hot and I just-” You stopped yourself as you realized you were rambling and continuously embarrassing yourself so you just stared at him for a reaction.

Fred only smiled. “You’ve been giving yourself relief right in front of me.. because i didn’t have a shirt on?” he scoffed and moved his head back, looking at you confused, but he wasn’t confused in the slightest.

“..Yes…” you spoke shyly.

He laughed lightly, “I- wow. I don’t know what to say.. How flattering?” he chuckled again.

You loved that sound. But he was being a prick. “Shut it!” you pulled your eyes down with your hands.

“I’m just teasing, love!” he laughed again,

“But hey… If it makes you feel any better… I’ve touched myself... while thinking about you…”

Your face turned a nice shade of crimson red.

“A lot.”

At this point you could pass out from the amount of blood going to your head.

“Let me make love to you tonight then, yeah?” he leaned over closer to you.

“And since I’ve made you wait so long, I’m going to give you so much.” he pulled you closer and whispered the next part in your ear,

“And you’re going to take all of it. Every last drop. You’re gonna come three times just for me.”

You could have sworn your heart stopped beating in your chest.

Fred pulled back to look you in the eyes,

“Sound good?”

All you could do was gulp and nod, but it wasn’t enough for Fred.

“Words, love, I need to hear that pretty voice.”

“Yes,” you answered,

“Yes what?”

“Yes, th-that sounds good Freddie…”

“Good. Now I’m gonna need you to lie down, princess.”

You did as you were told and immediately switched places with Fred.

He hovered over you, placing sweet kisses all over your face, making you smile, him pulling away to look at your lips, and smile himself, but it’s like it was just wiped off and he kissed your lips harder, moving his left hand to squeeze your waist.

You gasped and he took the advantage to slip his tongue into your mouth, slowly pushing it further to swirl it around yours. The taste of his own dick still in your mouth made his cock even harder than before.

“I can taste myself.” he mumbled into the kiss.

He bit your bottom lip and watched it smack back into place as he let go. Fred moved down, leaving small sweet kisses on your neck, starting from below your ear all the way down to your chest.

He brought his face back up to yours to kiss you on the lips one more time, then he looked down at your breasts.

“Fuck, so fucking pretty.” his lips moved down to your left breast and started leaving wet kisses all around it until he caught your nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking on it.

He stayed busy with that until he popped his mouth off it and swirled his tongue around it, his left hand playing and kneading your other breast.

Fred pulled you to the edge of the bed, sitting you up. Of course, he left a mark on you before moving down and trailing kisses from the valley in between your tits to the spot right above where you wanted him to be so badly.

As he kneeled right in front of you, he began,

“You ready, honey?” he moved his face right in front of your pussy but his eyes were glued to yours.

“Yes, Freddie.” you whispered.

He smirked and ran his tongue from your slit all the way up to your clit and swirled his tongue around it, lightly biting it, earning the highest gasp to fall from your lips.

He slipped his tongue in and out, the flat of his tongue pressing onto your bundle of nerves once again.

Fred continued eating you out, also using the tip of his nose to help you finish quicker.

“Freddie!” you moaned as you felt the knot in your intestines tightening.

Fred groaned when he heard you say his name with that tone. The vibrations of his voice sending new and completely different waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“M’so close Fred! Almost there, please don’t stop!”

His hands pushed your legs further apart, squeezing your thighs as he basically fucked you with his tongue.

Your hips bucked up in a desperate attempt to get there faster and your hands moved to his fiery hair, tugging on it and guiding his mouth to help you come quicker.

The sting on his scalp from you pulling his hair made him growl lowly, and it helped you finally get there, but you held it in.

“Can I cum Freddie? Can you please let me cum?” you whimpered as you tried to hold it in,

“Of course, my love.” And with that, you let go, the juices spilling out of your pussy and Fred feeding on every last drop.

“You don’t have to ask me princess,” he smiled up at you, “you can come whenever you want.”

You smiled back at him, breathing heavily, almost out of breath. He leaned up, hoisting himself with his right hand and kissed you again, his soft lips saturated with your juices.

“No matter where I taste you, you’re so sweet.” Fred confessed.

He continued to kiss you, like he was intoxicated and couldn’t get enough, like you were a drug.

“Hey…” he began again, “you know I… absolutely love you right?” Fred really couldn’t wait any longer and he needed to tell you how he really felt about you.

You looked up at him, eyes wide until you heard your name again.

“I love you.”

Hearing it again helped it sink in more, and the smile finally start to grow on your face.

“You do?” you asked, just to be sure.

“Yes.” he smiled back, relieved that it didn’t ruin anything. “Yes, I love you.”

He said it again and you couldn’t help but pout at the cuteness. “I love you even more, Freddie.”

He scoffed, “Okay no, we’re not starting this argument now. Let me make you come again.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, particularly the last six.

Fred slid his left hand down your torso to your clit again, only brushing his fingers over it with no pressure, another high pitched gasp leaving your mouth as his face remained inches from yours.

He smirked when he heard the sound and moved his fingers down further to your hole.

“Merlin-“ you moaned as he started applying pressure, drawing small figure-8’s on your sensitive bud.

“Come on.” he whispered, “Say my name, baby.”

“Freddie” you murmured.

“Louder.” He spoke up this time, pushing his fingers into you without warning.

You let out a loud groan, “Freddie!” you finally yelped.

“That’s it, love. Scream my name.”

Fred continued to pump his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, using his thumb to rub your clit. He kept his eyes on yours, not even looking at what he was doing but still doing an extraordinary job at pleasing you.

You came a little faster this time, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

“I’m there, Freddie!“ you informed him,

“Just let go honey, it’s okay.”

And so you did, your liquids drenching Fred’s fingers and hand. He pulled his fingers out, a string of the slime sticking to his fingers and he smirked, proud of himself.

“Open up,” he brought his hand up to your mouth, urging for you to suck his fingers clean, and of course you obeyed. He pulled them out with a light ‘pop,’ and you sighed, out of breath again.

“So good, Freddie.” you kept breathing hard, trying to catch your breath.

“Now my cock has been aching to be inside of you all this time,” he pushed you against the bed, laying you down in the middle, moved himself to crawl and hover right over you, “do you think you can take it?”

You looked down, his dick was probably harder than before and it was swollen with all the blood rushed to it. You hoped it wouldn’t rip you in half from its size.

“Yes Freddie, give it to me.” you told him.

He smirked again, “Kinky.”

His lips met yours one more time as he moved his left hand down to grab his tip and slide it up and down your slick.

“Don’t-! Fucking tease me.” you told him, he chuckled at the sudden outburst.

“Fine.” he looked at you, his dumb lopsided smile still on his face for you.

“Ready?” he asked again.

“Always ready for you, Fred.”

Fred took that as his queue to start pushing into you. Even starting off slow, he managed to make you moan, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, trying not to claw his skin off.

“That’s okay, love, scratch me up, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

You took no second thought and immediately dug your nails into his shoulders making him hiss.

“Fuck,” he cursed not only from the pain on his shoulders but the tightness around his cock.

“You’re.. So tight… You’re so damn tight princess, so perfect.” He pushed himself all the way into you, waiting for you to tell him it was okay to move.

“You ever think.. maybe you just have a big dick, and everything is tight?” you joked,

“I’m not that self absorbed, hon” he told you.

The small nod of your head told him he could move. He began moving in and out at a slow pace, getting himself used to how you felt around him, until he remembered he wanted to make you come again so he picked up his pace a little more.

“Freddie! That’s so good!” you whimpered again.

“It should be,” he said, “Pretty, you’re so tight, I don’t think I’ll last that long,” he grunted.

He put his lips on yours as his hips kept hitting your sweet spot, causing the kiss to be really sloppy, but he couldn’t care less.

He brought himself closer to the edge as your hands moved to the back of his neck, tugging on his hair, finally letting moans fall from his mouth into yours, but he was determined to have you finish before him.

“M’getting close-“ he told you,

“Then let go, Freddie.”

“Mm, no,” he pulled away from the kiss, still thrusting into you at a smooth pace, heavy breaths falling from his lips from pleasure and tiredness.

“Not until you come first.” He tried to go faster but it didn’t last long and he eventually fell on top of you from the same tiredness, yet he was still inside you.

You ran your fingers through his hair comfortingly, his hair being damp from sweat, and heard him talk against your skin.

“I’m sorry”

You let out a tsk and flipped you both over so you were on top.

“Better?” you asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up his shaft, holding onto his chest for balance.

It didn’t take much for you to start bouncing on him, his hands flying to your hips squeezing them, most likely leaving bruises.

You watched his face as you moved, brows knitted together, his eyes rolled back and closed while his mouth formed and ‘O’ shape.

A long breathy moan came from him, and you felt yourself getting closer, wanting to get there faster but not knowing what else to do.

Fred saw this and moved his right hand to rub small circles on your clit to get you there faster.

“Almost there,” you said, still watching him as you bounced on him.

He watched your face and moved to your lips, then back down to your breasts, he was mesmerized by the way they moved up and down, and whimpered at the sight of you getting off on him.

You were finally at the edge, literally riding out your high on Fred as he helped you with his thumb. You came for the third time now without warning him, but kept on going just so he could finish.

“Don’t worry, love, I’m almost there-“

“Just fill me up Freddie!” you moaned, and Fred couldn’t hold it in any longer, ropes of his cum shooting inside you, making you scream his name again, and him to let out a satisfying high pitched moan. You helped him ride out his high and collapsed on his glistening sweaty chest.

You both sat there out of breath and in awe, his left hand caressing your back.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had and probably will ever have.” you said.

“Only with me, baby,” he replied as he smiled down at you, flipping you two over again in order to pull out and get up, the sensitivity in the two of you made you both lightly whimper as he pulled out a little too quick.

Fred walked to the bathroom and got a small towel wet with warm water, and came back to clean you two up.

“M’so glad I could make you come three times for me.” he chuckled mostly to himself.

“I love you.” you said

He smiled and looked back at you “I also may have made that shower you just took a complete waste, but I assure you, lovely, I love you too.” he smiled goofily as he put the towel away, coming back to lay his head on your chest, you running your hands through his orange hair.

“And I will, for as long as I live.”

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a/n: that’s all folks 😪 might make a part 2 tho, thank you for reading!!!

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george weasley x reader

summary: you can tell that something’s wrong with george, yet he stubbornly won’t tell you what it is that’s bothering him.

requested: yes - as part of my inspo party

word count: 1.8k

warnings: friends to lovers, angst, fluff ending, mentions of wincing, arguing, mentions of physical fighting (punching, etc)

a/n: i must have been in an angsty mindset the day i wrote this, okay? i meant for this to be super fluffy & cute, but then this happened. i still tried to make it fluffy for all of you, but pls be aware there is some heavy angst beforehand. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

You can’t help but frown as you watch your best friend. Ever since you met up with him this evening he’s seemed off which worries you. He had detention, that you know, but he didn’t say what for. Regardless he seems more tired - more worn out - than he usually is.

“George…is everything okay?” You ask as he finally takes a seat beside you, resting an arm on the back of the couch.

“You seem off tonight.”

“Mhm, yeah. I’m fine, love. I promise.” He states, seemingly trying to convince you of the fact.

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📚”Study Date”📚 (CedricxReader)

A/n: Smut! Dom!Cedric Sub!Reader C0ckwarm!ng

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑 It was a normal day in the hogwarts library on a Saturday. You were studying for an upcoming herbology exam alone, since you knew if any of your friends came along they would distract you. That was until you heard a voice from across the library.

“Y/n!” Your boyfriend Cedric called from across the library. You huffed, know you wanted to study today.

“Hey Ced, what’s up?” You said avoiding eye contact. You could smell his Cinnamon and Honey cologne from behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

“Nothing love, I just missed you.” He said snuggling into the back of your neck. You laughed, squirming under his touch to reach a book on a higher shelf. You raised up onto your tippy-toes and turned to the left grabbing the book you needed. You heard Cedric grunt behind you, but didn’t think much of it since you were preoccupied looking for textbooks. Once you grabbed all the books you needed, you tried walking back over to the table with your stuff on it. Halfway there, Cedric grabbed your wrist. You looked back at him in confusion

“Love..” He said grabbing you towards him. You were confused until your ass met a rock hard Cedric.

“I-I did that?” You whispered frozen in your spot. How could you even do that?

“Yes, and you’re gonna fix it too. Understand Princess?” He said sitting you on his lap at your table. You slowly nodded knowing you had put yourself in this position. You opened up your book pretending like your boyfriend hadn’t just starting bottoming out under you. You let out a small whimper as if he didn’t gang bang you last night.

“Quiet love, you don’t want us to get caught now do you?” He said wrapping his arms around your waist so he could pull you down further. You squeezed your eyes shut, fuck. you thought as Cedric was now fully bottomed out underneath you. You let out a sigh of relief when the hard part was over.

“Your taking m’cock so well n/n..” He grunted as he started to bounce his knee up and down. You let out a small moan as you gripped the edges of your book harder.

“Cedric, g-go faster..” You managed to get out of your mouth. This tiny amount of friction was driving you crazy. You could hear Cedric chuckle behind your nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck drastically picking up the pace.

“F-fuck Ced!” You whisper-yelled chasing your high. You slammed the book shut clamping your hand against your mouth.

“You’re doing so good love, M’so close-“ He grunted quickening his pace. Moments later you could feel ropes of Cedric’s cum shoot inside you, making you exhale in relief.

“C’mon now princess, let’s go get cleaned up and we can study in my dorm yeah?”

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Darling | Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Wealsey x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fred makes sure you know the consequences of being a brat

Warnings:*SMUT, Minors DNI*  Dom!Fred, Sub!Reader, dumbification, size kink, brat taming, pet names, edging/orgasm control, unprotected sex (please use condoms), subspace, dirty talk, choking (but not really), lowkey sir kink

Word Count: 1.7k (not proofread) 

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No Going Back - George Weasley x Reader

Summary - During the Yule Ball, you and George accidentally brew a sex pollen potion instead of amortentia.

Warnings - fluff, pining, and last but not least, smut (characters are aged up to be 18 in their last year of school). No use of Y/N. 

Word Count - 4k (i’m not sorry)

a/n - i <3 george weasley. i also mean no snape slander, just making comments more realistic for the pov :)

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[mastermindmiko]

Yellow

Pairing: Harry Potter + fem!reader

Word count: 3508

Summary: You are Harry’s yellow, someone that makes him happy, full of hope, and never fails to make him smile, you’re someone who Harry can’t live without, even if he hasn’t told you that yet.

Trigger warnings: hunger, Harry’s dancing, Harry’s fourth year awkwardness with girls, crying, kissing, Harry gaslighting himself, Harry being protective, mentions of death. 

He had overheard at dinner about the description and, or feeling of the word yellow from a random muggle born seated at the Gryffindor table. 

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[tallulahdiggory]

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐘/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖. 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞r

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It was the summer right before your 6th year at hogwarts. You had finished the last scholl year with great O.W.L.S scores and were on your way to becoming an auror. To be able to afford your supplies for the upcoming year, you got a job waitressing at The Three Broomsticks over the summer. Which meant seeing people from school when you had finally gotten a break. It wasn't too bad, until a particularly cute guy started coming in every Tuesday that you had recognized from Quittich practice.

"N/n!" He shouted. You turned your head around as you were cleaning dishes before.

"Fred? Hows your holiday been?" You asked looking into his eyes, getting lost inside of them. You snapped out of it before you dropped another cup and broke it.

"Alright," he replied "my mum is driving me crazy so I figured to come and chill at Hogesmade for a bit. Maybe Ill go to Zonkos." You remembered how much Fred enjoyed pranking people. That's actually how you met him. He pranked your friend Charlee for not giving him his quill back in third year.

"Fair enough, what can I get for you today?" You asked him, fixing your apron so you didnt look like a hot mess.

" I'll take a... normal hot latte please, with 2 sugars, love." Love. You got butterflies instantly from the pet name. You stood there for a minute before nodding and counting the total.

"1 pound and 50 pence please" You said opening the cash register. He stuck his hand in his pocket and placed the money on the counter. You put it in the register before walking over to make his drink.

" who's that y/n?" Your college GiaNina asked.

"Just a friend from school, why'd you ask?" You replied pouring the hot liquid into the teacup.

"He's cute don'tcha think?" She giggled walking away to give the other customer their order. You shook it off, you'd barley had talked to him before. You finished his beverage and walked back over to the counter.

"Here ya go Freddie." You said, purposefully trying to get his attention by saying it.

"Thanks love, see you around yeah?" He replied taking a sip from his cup. Love. That one word did so much to your insides.

"Yeah, see you you said walking to the back door to take your apron off.

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The morning after all of the 1st years were sorted you sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Angelina Johnston.

"N/n! How was your holiday?" She asked pulling you into a side hug. She smelled like cherries.

"It wasn't too bad! I worked at The Three Broomsticks so I got discounts. " You said, reaching over to grab the coffee pot. You saw George sit down next to Angelina kissing her cheek.

"Angie and Georgie sitting in a tree K.I.S-" You started to sing before Angelina flipped you off giving George a hug. Focusing your attention back to your meal, you stirred your coffee and was about to put the pot back before a flash of orange caught your eye.

"Can I have a coffee with 2 sugars love?" You turned your head only to see the one and only Fred Weasley. You giggled,

"Of course you can Freddie." You said pouring another cup of coffee for him. Sliding it over to him you transferred your coffee into your water bottle and left the great hall. You wanted to get to early so you could sit with him and chang the seating chart.

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Once the school day ended, you went down to the Great Hall again to get some homework done. You saw Fred and George sitting down playing chess so you sat across from them. Fred was the first to notice so he said

"Y/nnnn can I pretty please have the DADA answers? I don't understand it" He said sheepishly sticking his bottom lip out making puppy dog eyes. You laughed and said

"If you must, but you owe me." You said scribbling down a copy with the answered passing it over to him.

" Youre the best love" he replied. God that pet name. You would do anything just to hear him say it again. Once you focused your attention back to you classwork, Fred and George left, because George won and now they were bored. You sighed, will I ever get my chance? You thought. Just when you were going to look back at your work, you heard the sound of an 'awww' so you look over your should to see Angelina and George pulling away from a kiss. You started to smile but it soon changed to a scowl when you saw Angelina's friend Alicia trying to flirt with a very uncomfortable looking Fred. You quickly shoved all your stuff in your bag and stormed over to her.

"You should learn to take a hint hun, he looks like he's just seen Snape in a princess dress yeah? Go on now " You said to her taking Freds arm snaking it around your waist.

"I dont see why he would want to hang out with a keeper but that's just me!" She rolled her eyes and stormed away. A laugh escaped Freds mouth.

"Atleast you play Quittich." He said pulling you closer. You turned to look up in his Hazel eyes. Before you got too lost in them he asked

"Can I kiss you?" Your faces inches apart now. You nodded wrapping your hands around his neck. His around your waist and oh God it was amazing. His lips were so soft.

"I KNEW IT GEORGE GIVE ME MY 3 GALLEONS"

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[georgie-weasley]

Birthdays G.W. x GN!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of blood, George losing his ear, it's super sad

Word Count: 3.2k

Pairing: George Weasley x GN!Reader

Summary: After Fred's death, George never wanted to celebrate his birthday. This year he's turning 25 and despite his request, you want to do something special so you track down all the pictures you took from your Hogwarts years

A/N: I know it's been a little bit since I wrote anything and I just want to say I really appreciate all the love and support from everyone

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Birthdays were supposed to be a fun and special day. They were supposed to be a day all about you and spending the day how you wanted. Usually it was spent with friends and family who loved you as they celebrated you getting older. There was typically cake and presents and singing that stupid song. Ever since the Battle of Hogwarts, birthdays have taken a sadder turn for George Weasley.

April 1st used to be the best day of the year in George’s eyes. Not only was it a day dedicated to jokes and pranks, but it was also the day he and his best friend got to celebrate another year of growing up but never maturing. In their younger years, they spent their birthday doing what they loved, causing mischief. One year they spent the whole day squawking like a bird at every hour; it was one of the more harmless years. On their first birthday after owning the joke shop, everything was a disaster. Well, it was for any poor soul that entered the shop with their guard down. Patrons left with bubblegum pink hair, duck bills for noses, temporarily in love with obscure objects, and even some believed they were invisible when they were in fact very visible.

George’s first birthday after Fred died was one of the worst days of his life, second to only the day he lost his brother. The family walked on eggshells and made the mistake of trying to celebrate. When his mother brought out the cake after dinner, he stormed out of the room before she could even set the homemade dessert on the table. You followed him all the way up to the roof, the place he always went to be alone or away from everyone but you. He sat there crying and you held him, rubbing his back but saying nothing; there was nothing you could say to ease his pain.

“I never want to celebrate my birthday ever again Y/N. I don’t want any cakes or presents or stupid songs. I don’t want anyone to even mention it.” He choked out as he sobbed into his hands.

“Your mom was just trying to do something nice. I don’t think she knew it would hurt this much.” 

“I know but I don’t want anything. Promise me the end of the birthdays starts here.”

You didn’t want to promise but you could see how much he needed this. “I promise.” 

You had been dating George since your Hogwarts years and you saw the pain everyone went through in the past year. You also saw how differently everyone reacted to the grief. Molly was liable to burst into tears every few minutes while Arthur threw himself into his tinkering with muggle items. Bill and Charlie spent a lot more time at home, doing things for their parents just to try and give them a break. Ron started helping George at the joke shop and he threw himself into the work there; he was a lot like his father much to his horror. Ginny spent a lot of time with George. She wasn’t supposed to have favorite brothers but Fred and George easily were her favorites. As for Percy, he still blamed himself for the death of his brother and spent most of his time hating himself. George didn’t know what to do. Everything he ever did, Fred was right there with him and he didn’t know how to function without his other half.

George no longer lived above the joke shop and instead he lived in a small apartment with you. The mirrors were covered with paper and all reflective surfaces were hidden as best as you could. He couldn’t stand to see himself because all he could see was Fred.

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Since then, George had gotten his way and he hadn’t had a birthday celebration for the past few years. The only time it was even mentioned was when someone asked how old he was. Other than that, no one spoke about April 1st. This year George was turning 25 and after discussing with Molly many times, you decided not to ignore his birthday this time.

You were terrified that he would be upset that you went against his wishes but 25 was quite a big deal. He was officially going to be in his mid 20s and that deserved a celebration. George deserved a day where the people that loved him showed him how much he meant to them. Ginny, who had also been in on your plans, suggested for this first year of breaking the no birthday promise it was just you who celebrated. If the whole family suddenly ignored George’s wishes, he would probably feel betrayed. Not to mention out of everyone, he was more likely to be alright with his partner doing something special for him.

You spent all of February trying to think of something small enough to make sure he wouldn’t be upset but something big and special enough to warrant breaking this promise. Unlike the first few birthdays you celebrated with him as a couple, candy wouldn’t cut it this time. Soon February passed and before you knew it, it was the middle of March and you only had a couple weeks to go. You had to think of something fast

The answer came to you late at night one day in March. While George had been working late at the shop, you spent a lot of time stress cleaning the apartment and going through boxes. Wrapped up in old sweaters that didn’t fit anymore was your camera. It had been a gift to your parents your first year of Hogwarts and while you were no professional photographer, you spent all of your years in school taking pictures.

Ginny once mentioned to you a gift Hagrid had given Harry his first year. Hagrid spent months contacting anyone that knew James and Lily to try and get photos to make a photo album for Harry. Ginny said he still had it and has been adding to it; he added pictures of the people that meant a lot to him and especially pictures of things he wished his parents had been around to see. Almost all of the pictures you had taken since you were 11 included Fred and George. That was what you would give George.

When George came home that night, it was horrible trying not to tell him but you knew if he knew, he would tell you not to bother. Despite your efforts, he knew right away something was up. As he climbed into bed he took one look at your face and frowned. “What are you so worried about?” Curse him for being so observant.

“Nothing. I just hope you're not overworking yourself.” Before he could question you further, you kissed his cheek and rolled over, shutting off the light.

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That morning as soon as he left for work, you began searching through more and more boxes of your things. Some pictures were hung up when you lived above the store but since moving, George didn’t want many pictures hung up at all. Tucked away in the closet was a small box with ‘pictures’ written on the side. “Bingo.”

As soon as you opened the box you had tears in your eyes. Right on top was a picture you had taken of the boys the day they bought the building. It was pretty worn down and needed quite a bit of work but Fred and George stood in front of the door, arms thrown around each other with wide smiles. As the picture moved, Fred and George turned to look over their shoulder at the building and gave each other a high five.

The next photo was much older and if you had to guess, Fred and George were only 12 or 13 in this picture. They were on the Quidditch Pitch, soaking wet and covered in mud but they couldn’t be happier. The boys had just tried out for the beater positions on the Gryffindor team and despite slipping and falling many times, they made the team. In the picture after only a second of smiling, Fred hip checked George and sent him flying into a mud puddle, landing right on his butt. Fred laughed until George kicked him on the back of the knee and made him fall face first into the mud next to him. The picture didn’t catch it but you remember after Fred got to his knees, the twins started wrestling and it took three people to separate them. Neither was mad at the other but more so they couldn’t stand to be outdone by their twin.

Many pictures were similar to those. One was taken of the twins while in detention with you. How you snuck the camera into the dungeons you couldn’t remember but the picture of Fred pretending to be Snape while George laughed and the real Snape rounded the corner was priceless. Another was taken when poor Ron had first started Hogwarts. You told the first year you simply wanted a photo of him and George to send home to his mother when in reality, Fred was behind him holding a fake spider. The picture captured the terror on Ron’s face as the toy came into his field of view while Fred and George rolled on the floor laughing.

Perhaps one of your favorites was taken during the Yule Ball. Katie Bell managed to take a picture of you and George slow dancing while Fred and Lee Jordan tried to do the worm in the background. Neither of them were very good and Fred wormed his way under Malfoy’s legs and sent the blonde crashing to the floor.

You had even a few pictures of the whole family. At Bill and Fleur’s wedding before the Death Eaters came, you gathered the whole Weasley clan and shoved everyone together to take a picture. Harry, disguised as a random Weasley cousin, and Hermione were included. The picture captured George coaxing you into frame with him as Remus took the camera from you. You squeezed in between Fred and George as your boys wrapped their arms around you.

There were many others, some far more normal than others but most of them George had never seen. After taking them, the pictures made their way into your trunk and never came out until after you had gone home. Besides, George always claimed he would never need to see them as he and Fred would continue to make more memories as they aged.

The last picture in the box was of them was the night George lost his ear. Fred had never been the serious type but seeing his twin brother lying on the couch drenched in his own blood changed something. All of you, but mostly Fred, realized no one was invincible. Fred pulled you aside and asked you to take a picture of them as soon as George was able to sit up and didn’t look too beat up. It was a moment you would never forget.

“I just need a picture of us Y/N. Seeing George there on the couch like that… I need something of us. This is a war and there’s no guarantee that both of us will make it. If that happens and he dies,” Fred rubbed his eyes with his sleeve and took a deep breath, “I need some reminder of him and I together in case.”

You grabbed his hand and gave it a small squeeze. “Of course Freddie.”

An hour later it was just the three of you awake and George was feeling well enough to sit up and drink some water. Fred sat next to him on the couch and glanced over at you. “George, I want to take a picture.”

“Now? I’m still a little crusty and my bandage needs to be changed.” George sat the glass of water on the ground and carefully turned his head to look at his twin. “Maybe we can wait until tomorrow so I can clean up a bit?”

Fred shook his head and beckoned you over. “No way. I don’t want to wait for this one. Please?”

With a confused glance at you, George shrugged and wrapped his arm around Fred’s shoulders. “Make sure you get my good side.” He said with a small laugh as he turned to show off his one remaining ear.

The boys smiled for the photo but Fred looked like he was holding back tears. You took a second one and held back your own tears as Fred pulled George in for a hug. “Love ya Georgie.”

“Love you too Freddie.”

Over the next couple of weeks you spent any time George was in the shop working on his present. You spent countless hours arranging the pictures into the photo album and adding little notes next to each one. You tried your best to remember the year it was taken so the book was in some sort of order.

Along with the photos, you went through your old notebooks and various other scraps of paper that you had saved. On so many of them the twins had written notes in the margins. On one note page, the boys were having a written conversation about their plans for a store. They had no reason to write it on your paper except for the fact that they felt like it. While in school, it used to bother you when they would mess around and write notes or doodle on your papers but now, you were beyond grateful for these dumb little messages.

You took the notebook page and added it to the book next to the picture of the boys in front of their shop. On the next you stuck in the page with the rather horrible self portrait Fred had drawn.

There were more than a few times you had to catch your falling tears so they wouldn’t ruin the pictures but finally after weeks, it was done.

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On the morning of his birthday, George laid in bed well past the normal time he usually woke up. Ron had been the only one working at the store on George’s birthday for the past few years. At first George refused but as more and more people talked about April Fool’s Day, he relented and let Ron take over. When George finally emerged from the bedroom, he went straight to the couch and sat next to you. He didn’t say anything for a while until he finally turned to look at you. “What’s for breakfast?”

“I can make some eggs.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips before you went to the kitchen, preparing to make his breakfast.

On the coffee table you left the photo album which you had wrapped and added a small tag with his name on it. “Y/N? What is this?” He stared at the box as if he was expecting it to come alive and bite him.

“It’s just a little something for you. Why don’t you open it?”

George sighed and grabbed the box, moving into the kitchen with you. “I thought I said I didn’t want birthdays anymore. What happened to that promise?” At first you thought maybe he was hurt by your action but he just looked drained.

You set the uncracked eggs on the counter and put your hand over his. “I know you did but you’re 25 and I think you’ll like this one.” When he didn’t move to open the gift, you crossed your arms over your chest. “George, humor me just this time. If you hate it and still want nothing to do with birthdays then this will be the last mention of it, I swear.”

Satisfied with your terms, George carefully tore off the paper and opened the box. “You broke my promise to get me a book?” The cover of the album was just a simple brown leather with nothing to indicate what was on the inside.

“Open the book.”

Following your instructions, George flipped open to the first page and froze. He stared at the picture while 11-year-old Fred and George smiled up at him. George didn’t move for a long time and just when you were starting to get worried, he flipped to the next page. He watched that one for a while too before he moved on to the next. He did this until he got to the last picture. He watched as Fred in the picture hugged him and he read the words written below the picture as Fred mouthed them. ‘Love ya Georgie.’

Without a word George moved next to you and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, burying his head in your shoulder. George held you tight as sobs tore through him. “I miss him so much. I wish he was here.”

“I do too.” You rubbed his back as he continued to cry. Once his sobs finally turned into sniffles, you slowly moved his head off of your shoulder so you could look him in the eyes. “George, why don’t you want to celebrate your birthdays?”

He sighed and used his sleeve to wipe his eyes, just like Fred always did. “It feels wrong to do anything without him, especially this.” George wasn’t sure how to articulate what he was feeling for years until this moment. “We used to do everything together and I don’t know how to do anything without him.”

“Oh George.” You pulled him in for another hug, running your fingers through his hair. “Fred wouldn’t want this. He would want you to be happy and love your life and cause enough mischief for the both of you. He would want you to celebrate your birthday, not pretend it doesn’t happen.”

“I know but why does it all feel so wrong?”

“Because he’s not where you can see him. He’s here and he’s with you every day in everything you do but you can’t see him. You can’t hear his laugh and it’s horrible but George, he is here. I see him in your smile and I hear him in your jokes and not just because you’re identical. I know it’s hard but I promise you, he would want you to be happy. It’s ok to try the things you did together without him.” This time George pulled his own head away so he could look at you as you brushed the hair out of his eyes and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll try.” That was all you could ever ask of him. “Thank you for the book and for caring enough to break your promise. I love you.”

“I love you too George.” He kissed you softly and as you pulled away, you smiled. “Is it too early to invite the whole family over to celebrate?”

George smiled and nodded. “A bit. Let’s just get through this year and then we can talk about bringing everyone else.”

It would be a few years until George was ready to celebrate his birthday with everyone else again but when his mom brought out the cake and everyone sang that stupid song, he could have sworn Fred was right there with him.

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[georgie-weasley]

Shenanigans F.W. x Reader

Warnings: a few swear words, one mention of abducting, and I think that's it (let me know if I missed something)

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: You and Fred pair up to get George a partner and along the way you learn your feelings for Fred might not be just friendly

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It was a rather peaceful Saturday morning. It was a nice November morning and the cool chill in the air mixing with the warmth in the castle only made it better. You were sitting by yourself at the table with a book in one hand and eating breakfast with the other. After breakfast you planned to do some more reading and if it warmed up enough, you might even read outside. All you wanted to do was relax.

“I’ve got a plan and I need your help.” As soon as the words came out of Fred’s mouth, you could sense the trouble that was bound to follow it. He squeezed his way into the spot next to you at the table. He had a wild gleam in his eye and a mischievous smirk on his face. This was gonna be a bad one but you were intrigued. Not to mention he completely threw out any plans to relax as soon as he showed up

“Do tell Fred.” You set down your fork and book and turned to face him. It was not uncommon for Fred to come to you with grand schemes. You, Fred, and George were connected at the hip since first year. People started to call you guys the triplets since there was never a time one of you was seen without the others. You spent summers and holidays with the Weasley family and you were thrilled to say that they all loved you. Molly and Arthur saw you as another daughter and they treated you as such. You got a sweater in your favorite color with your initial each Christmas, a birthday cake each year, and you were punished in the same way. If the twins were grounded for terrorizing poor Ron out of his mind, then you were too, if you were found guilty and you usually were.

“We need to get George a girlfriend.” He smiled brightly and threw an arm around your shoulder. “He’s been so sad about the breakup and the perfect thing for him would be a new relationship.” Fred wasn’t wrong about George being heartbroken but setting him up with someone because he’s hurt over a breakup? That’s dumb.

The three of you were 16 and sweet George was a romantic that wore his heart on his sleeve. He fell in love with anyone that looked him in the eyes or was remotely nice to him. Fred was a flirt but he kept real feelings away. He was more cautious and didn’t fall head over heels for just anyone. You, well there were a few people you found attractive but you never dated anyone. No one really stood out to you. George was the only one that had any sort of semi-serious relationship out of the three of you.

“How can you possibly think that this is the right way to help him move on? Your brother could sniff out a prank a mile away.” You rolled your eyes and moved his arm off of you. “Besides, George has an open heart. What if we find someone and it goes wrong and breaks his heart again? What will you do then?”

Fred only shrugged and stole some food off of your plate. “It’s not a prank, it's just… well I don’t know a different way to say it but it’s not a prank. We’re just trying to find him someone that will love him and won’t break his heart. Come on, I know you want to.”

He was right. George had been moping around for weeks and he hardly ate. He didn’t run around causing trouble and his smile never reached his eyes anymore. It was painful to see your best friend become a shell of who he usually was. While getting him a rebound didn’t seem like the best idea, you didn’t have a better one. “I’ll do it on one condition. We don’t force anyone to like him by paying them or anything.”

“Of course not. Even if I wanted to, I don't have nearly enough money to pay someone to deal with George.” Fred smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Finish breakfast and meet me at the lake. Our quest begins in an hour!” He ran off, weaving between the students making their way into the Great Hall.

An hour later, you bundled up and met Fred. It was freezing and even though you were wearing gloves and a thick coat and a scarf, you were certain you were only seconds away from turning into a nice ice sculpture. The freckled redhead waved as he caught sight of you. He was smiling and looked positively thrilled to be starting this plan with you. “Down to business,” Fred started as soon as you stood next to him. “First we need to find out if anyone likes him or if he’s anyone’s type. Then, we can start dropping hints and start finding ways to get them together. George will be happy and then at their wedding we can come forward and tell them all the hard work we did.” It sounded like a pretty solid plan but there wasn’t much to it. Usually Fred was more elaborate, almost too elaborate.

“So what are we supposed to do, just go around and ask people if they fancy George? He’s bound to hear and pick up on it.” You rubbed your shoulders and stepped closer to Fred for warmth. “Couldn’t we have talked about this somewhere inside? I think I’m gonna get frostbite if I’m out here for much longer.”

“No, you’re going to ask people if they fancy George. He’s less likely to suspect you if you ask. He might even think you like him.” Fred laughed and removed his scarf, wrapping it around your neck. “Do you fancy George? If you do then you can just date him and everything will be better.” He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned in, poking your side.

“Absolutely not. George is a brother to me.” It was the truth. Fred was eyeing you like he thought you were lying but he didn’t say anything. You loved George but he was just never someone you saw in a romantic light. He was sweet and kind but he was a little more subdued. He was calm and reminded you of a fireplace. He was warm and comforting and made you feel safe and at home. You preferred someone louder and more outgoing. Someone that was more of a bonfire, big and full of energy and unpredictable. Someone more like Fred.

“Fine, fine, if you say so. Maybe while you’re asking around you can talk George up too. Make him sound appealing.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, tucking you into his side. “Just not too appealing. If they think you like him, no one will go for it.” If Fred wasn’t providing an incredible amount of warmth, you’d have shoved him away.

“What exactly will you be doing then? Sitting around and looking pretty?”

Fred barked out a laugh and it warmed you from within. “While I am pretty fantastic at doing that, I’m gonna start working on George and get him to a more presentable emotional state.”

“You know,” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his middle, hiding your hands under his coat, “we can just let him work through his emotions at his own pace and help him in a way he wants us to.”

Fred nodded and sighed. “I know and it would probably be the better idea but I hate seeing him so sad. I just want him to be happy.” Your heart fluttered at his words. Fred was loud and always smiled but he had real emotions under his happy exterior. He wasn’t like George who could be read like a book. Fred was a secret diary kept under lock and key. It was nice to hear him openly show his love for his brother.

“We can start as soon as I let you go. I think I might have frozen myself to you.” Without a warning, Fred shifted and hooked one arm under your arms and the others behind your knees and lifted you up. With a squeal, you wrapped your arms around him and held on for dear life as he walked you back to the castle.

---

Over the next week, you tried to ask around about George but either no one liked him or no one was willing to admit they liked him. On more than one occasion, people mentioned Fred and you were surprised to feel the jealousy building in your chest. You were asking about George and they kept bringing up his twin. No wonder George felt like he was living in the shadows. That was the reason you were jealous.

Fred apparently had more luck as George was beginning to act more like himself as the days went on. He was smiling more and making jokes and it made everything worth it.

On Friday, almost a week after Fred approached you with his plan, you were walking to class after lunch. Fred caught up to you and grabbed your arm, pulling you to the side of the hallway. “Y/N, I wanted to ask how things have been.”

“Not great. No one likes him or they just aren’t telling me. I’ve tried asking anyone I think might like him and nothing. I’m sure someone likes him but I haven’t found them.” It broke your heart a little to think that no one out there found George handsome or wanted to date him. He was a total catch and he deserved someone good.

“Maybe we need a new approach.” Fred rubbed the back of his head and looked around the hallway. “What about we focus on people that are George’s type and see how they feel. Then we can narrow it down a little bit more. We can start with Angelina.”

“Angelina? From the Quidditch team? Why are we starting with her?”

“She’s smart, funny, athletic, and attractive. She’s perfect.” There was that jealousy again, burning in your chest. He really felt all those things for her?

“No way. She has very clearly expressed to me that she doesn't like you. Besides, she has a thing with some Ravenclaw boy. She doesn’t want you.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. What was so great about Angelina anyway? There were plenty of other people that were all that and more.

“This is about George, not me.” Fred smirked and grabbed your cheeks in his hand, squishing them together. “Are you jealous?”

“Of course not. I just mixed you two up. Just give me a list of people to ask and I’ll find out. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get to class.” Jerking your head away from his grasp, you spun around. You didn’t even make it a step away from Fred when some first year came barreling at you, slamming into your side. You stumbled and closed your eyes, preparing for impact when strong arms grabbed you by the waist.

“Watch where you’re going you little gremlin!” Fred yelled after the first year. He steadied you on your feet, his hands resting on your hips as he looked you over for any bumps or bruises. Your eyes landed first on his arms. Has he always been this fit? Your eyes traveled up his arms until they landed on his face. His brown eyes were full of concern as they continued to trail over your body. Freckles decorated his whole face, most of them concentrated around his nose. He had one that was perfectly in the center of the tip of his nose and you found yourself wanting to kiss it. That’s a new feeling. So was catching yourself staring at his lips and finding yourself licking your own. God you would give anything to kiss him, just to see what it was like. As you looked back at his eyes, you jumped a little seeing how intently he was looking into yours. “Are you ok?” His mouth was moving and you were sure he was talking to you but he sounded like he was underwater or across the castle grounds.

The bell signaling the end of the passing period restarted your senses. You scrambled to adjust your bag and nodded. “I’m fine but I really gotta go. Get me that list later.” Without a goodbye, you ran off to class. Your heart was pounding in your chest and it wasn’t because of your run. That was all thanks to Fred. Your friendship with Fred has always been a close one and while this wasn’t the first time he’s saved you from your doom, this one felt weird. Maybe it was because you had been talking about relationships so much or maybe it was because you were 16 and had hormones. Either way, you didn’t like it one bit.

That night at dinner, Fred handed you a sheet of paper after George had left the Great Hall. There were ten names listed and you had talked to almost everyone listed. “These are all the people I know George has found attractive or would be his type. Do any of them look promising?” He sat next to you and you were disappointed that he left an appropriate amount of space between the two of you.

“Not really. I haven’t asked that sixth year Slytherin but I’m pretty sure they aren’t interested. Wait, why do you have Hermione on this list?” She was two years younger than the three of you and she was one of Ron’s best friends, even if he never said that.

“She’s pretty cute and she’s smart. I thought George would go for it. You don’t think so?” Ugh, he called another person attractive. He needed to shut up and keep his opinions to himself.

“Of course not. She’s too young. We graduate next year and then if they did date he would be heartbroken to leave her.” You rolled your eyes and continued scanning the list. “Minerva McGonagall? Fred, are you serious?”

He only shrugged and looked up at the head table where Professor McGonagall was eating dinner. “Maybe he’d like how stern she is.”

“I’m going to kill you. This list is useless. I think we should just give up and let him work through things at his own pace.” You tore up the paper; if anyone saw it they would be extremely confused and probably give it to McGonagall since Fred was dumb enough to really add her to the list.

“No, I have one more plan and if that doesn’t work, then I’ll leave it alone and let George take care of it.” Fred blushed a little and rubbed the back of his neck. He looked almost embarrassed at the thought of his other plan.

“What exactly is this other plan?”

---

The next day Fred stood in the hallway wearing his brother’s sweater. The ‘G’ on his chest clearly must have been his grand plan. “This is it? You’re just going to pretend to be George?”

Fred smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “I’m also going to flirt with people and try and see how they feel.” Everything was starting to feel more and more stupid as this went on. At this point, you wanted to just stop Fred and tell him to give it up but before you could, he was off talking to a group of sixth years.

You stood back and watched, your heart growing heavy as he laid on the charm. Fred was always a flirt and he knew how to make someone’s knees weak. It never bothered you until now. It was always common to see Fred flirting at least a little. It wasn’t always on purpose as sometimes he was just nice and it came off as flirty but he never cared.

“Hey, how are you guys?” Fred smiled and leaned against the wall. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you all. I would never forget such beautiful faces.”

A Hufflepuff girl giggled and blushed, tucking her hair behind her ear. A Ravenclaw boy looked like he was trying not to fall for it but the small smile on his face said it all. “We’re alright. I’m going to take a wild guess that the ‘G’ on your sweater means you’re George?” The Hufflepuff asked.

“That would be me. You’ve heard of me?”

“It’s hard not to hear about you or your brother.” The Ravenclaw shrugged and looked at a Ravenclaw girl that had been standing a little behind him. “What can we do for you George?”

Fred smirked and shrugged, moving closer. “I just saw all of you standing here and I felt myself drawn in.” The Hufflepuff giggled again and seeing how she seemed the most interested, Fred threw his arm around her shoulders. “What are a bunch of pretty people like yourselves doing on this fine day?”

The Hufflepuff, you think her name might have been Christine, glanced over at Fred. “Nothing really. I have a question, is this your real hair?” She reached up and ran her fingers through her hair.

That was a knife right to the heart. Tears started to well up in your eyes and your stomach dropped to your feet. You knew he was just pretending and all he wanted to do was help George but it was all too much. You turned around and sprinted down the hallway. Fred saw you out of the corner of his eye and called after you, ignoring the group to chase you.

You could hear him calling your name and begging you to stop but you couldn’t. How could you face him like this? Here you were breaking down all because he was flirting with some random kids. This was all so stupid. He was your best friend and that was it. He was your funny, stupid, handsome best friend that always got himself into trouble. He was loud and obnoxious and never knew when to quit but he was also so caring and protective and wonderful. He kept you safe and made you smile and made your heart flutter every time he smiled. His laugh warmed you from the inside and the sparkle in his eyes made your brain turn to mush. He was everything you ever wanted.

You were still running with no clue where you were headed when Fred finally caught up and grabbed your arm, effectively stopping your escape. Fred spoke up as soon as his breathing returned to normal. “Y/N, what happened? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. You ran off crying and you’re trying to tell me nothing is wrong? Do you think I’m stupid? Tell me what’s wrong.” He took his hand off you and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Nothing happened Fred so just stop asking.” You turned away from him and rubbed your eyes, trying to get the tears to stop flowing. This was all so stupid.

Fred grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you to face him. “Please, tell me. I’m your best friend. What’s wrong?”

Best friend. He was your best friend and that was the problem. He made your stomach twist up in knots and your hands sweaty and your heart race and he was your best friend. It wasn’t like you could even lie to yourself and say you just had a thing for gingers; you never felt this way around George or Ron or any other Weasley, just Fred. You were in love with your best friend. This could ruin everything. Your breathing sped up and your hands started to shake. You had to get out of here.

“I’m done helping you Fred. I can’t do this anymore.” You slowly stepped back and tried to ignore your heart breaking as you looked at his face. Fred was frowning and he looked absolutely devastated by your words. He reached out for you and with great effort, you shook your head and took another step back. “Just, leave me alone.” With that, you ran away.

---

It was absolute torture to avoid Fred and George but you managed to do so for a couple days. George had done nothing wrong but you couldn’t risk anything. He could be helping Fred or he could be Fred. It was truly horrible to watch Fred try and get close to you. He would slip you notes in class and you threw them away immediately. He tried to catch you in the halls but you would push your way through crowds and lose him. He even tried to sit next to you at meals but everytime he did, you left. This was the best thing you could do. Now that you admitted your feelings toward Fred to yourself, there was no way things could go back to normal. You couldn’t pretend there were no feelings and while you couldn’t stand being away from him, this was the only thing preserving even a small part of your friendship. It was destroying a fair part of it but maybe this way you could still remain acquaintances and see the family. Losing Fred was horrible enough but the thought of losing the whole Weasley family, you couldn’t stand it.

After lunch on Sunday, you headed off to the owlery to send a letter home. You weren’t telling anyone about what was happening but you needed to inform your parents that you likely would not be spending the next break at the Burrow. Halfway there, a hand lunged out from behind a tree and grabbed you, pulling you over. Another hand covered your mouth. What was happening? Thinking fast, you bit the hand covering your mouth.

“Ow! Holy shit! What the hell Y/N?” You spun to see Fred waving his hand around, a bright red mark on his palm where you bit him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? You just tried to abduct me!” You smacked him in the chest and glared but it soon faded as you began laughing. Fred lightly pushed your shoulder and joined in the laughter. God it felt so nice to laugh with him again. After a moment, the laughter faded and your face was serious once more. “What do you want, Fred?”

He swallowed thickly and shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet. He chewed on his bottom lip, debating what to say. He was nervous. Fred always bit his lip when he was nervous. “I wanted to talk to you. It's been a couple days of you ignoring me. What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything.”

“Then why are you taking it out on me?”

“Because it’s your fault.”

Fred’s mouth dropped open. “So I did nothing wrong but this is my fault? What kind of bullshit is that?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s not bullshit, ok? It’s just the truth.” You tried to take a step back, hoping to get out of this situation but you bumped into the tree.

He threw his hands in the air. “Then tell me what I did!”

“God Fred, don't you get it? I love you! I think I’ve been in love with you since I was 13 and it’s killing me because I just noticed it! I thought it was perfectly normal to think about how handsome your best friend is or how much you want to kiss them! I am madly in love with you and I was trying to save our friendship by putting some distance between us because I can't go on like this. I can’t look at you and want to kiss you and just pretend that I don’t. I can’t watch you flirt with other people and pretend like my heart isn’t being shattered every time. I can’t do it Fred. I can’t let my feelings for you ruin my friendship with you or George or Ron or Ginny or anyone else. I would rather have you not at all than watch you fall in love with someone else! I’m sorry I’ve ruined everything but I—”

Fred surged forward and grabbed your face in his hands as he slammed his lips to yours. You stood in complete shock before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips moved against yours and you moved closer, pressing your body to his. Fred slid his hands to your hips and pushed you against the tree. You both parted for air but he didn’t go far; he kept his forehead pressed to yours. “You talk way too much.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t dare move. “You don’t hate me?”

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I was 12. Of course I don’t hate you.” Fred smiled and ran his thumb over your cheek. “What made you realize you like me?”

You blushed and groaned. “This is going to inflate your ego so much but when you were flirting with that Hufflepuff pretending to be George.” Fred only laughed and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“You know, I must say I’m a little disappointed we never got George a girlfriend but I’m pretty happy with this outcome.”

“Just happy?”

“Would ecstatic be a better word?” Fred mumbled, leaning back in for another kiss.

“Sounds good to me,” you whispered as your lips met again.

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

A Black & White World

Mattheo Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 2635

Warnings: Mild Language, Partying, Alcohol, Angst, Fluff, Blood…

Prompt: Everyone sees black and white until you meet your soulmate. Unfortunately, you are the only one in your friend group who hasn't met their soulmate.

"Look at this color! Isn't gorgeous!" Pansy exclaims, running into the common room with her dress.

Lorenzo, Theodore, Draco and Blaise go quiet, looking between her and I nervously. She looks confused and I smile.

"I'm assuming it's a darker shade of green which should go well with your hair since it's a darker brown. Not to mention your have a somewhat pale complexion." I say with a soft smile.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Y/N. I forgot." She whispers.

"It's fine. Seriously." I say.

"Y/N..." She trails off.

"It's fine. I have to go catch up on some studying." I say.

She nods, looking guilty. I grab my bag, giving her a soft smile before I leave the room and frown. I never am going to meet him.

After sulking in the library for a few hours, instead of studying, I headed to the Great Hall for dinner. I found them sitting there already and I take my seat when the room goes silent.

"I'd like to introduce our new student! He is a fifth year and he was pre-sorted into Slytherin! Please welcome Mattheo Riddle!" Professor Dumbledore exclaims.

I focus on my food, pushing it around on my plate. Pansy kicks me from under the table and I glare at her. She motions to her left and I look over to see the Mattheo had sat on the other side of Draco.

Mattheo looks at me, and the moment our eyes locked...I could see color. The first thing I noticed was his brown eyes. Then I took in the blank expression. He looks away and I bite the inside of my cheek before looking at Pansy and shrugging.

"Y/N!" Fred exclaims.

"Yes, Weasley?" I ask, turning towards him.

"Umbridge took our brooms again...could you get them back for us...again?" He asks, motioning between him and George.

"No! Last time she was forced to write lines with Umbridge's special quill." Pansy snaps.

"Special quill?" Mattheo asks.

"Basically you write lines, but it's writes into your hand." Lorenzo explains.

"Yes. Come along." I sigh, standing as I begin to walk out of the Great Hall.

We get to Umbridge's office and she wasn't in here. I point to their brooms and they grab them when I hear her. Oh great. I motion them to hurry and they grab my hand, pulling me towards the window as we all jump out.

Fred and George each hold one of my hands as I hang between the two.

"If you drop me, I'll kill you!" I exclaim as they fly higher on their brooms and I'm dangling by their hands.

"Fred! George!" Pansy screeches from below in the courtyard.

"We won't drop her! We got to go! Umbitch!" Fred exclaims.

"Y/L/N!" She screams and I grimace.

"Tree!" I screech and the twins fly higher.

"Sorry!" They shout.

"I'm going to kill you both!" I shout.

"Well in that case." Fred says, as he smirks.

He lets go of my hand and so does George. However, they both fly down and grab me again and I find myself about to throw up. Thankfully, they land.

I stumble forward and Pansy rushes forward, pulling me into a hug.

"Oh thank god. Your okay." She breathes.

"Y/L/N, I thought you learned last time. Come along. You'll be writing lines again." Umbridge says.

"Why are you still trying? You know it doesn't work on me." I say.

"How doesn't it hurt you?" She asks, rolling her eyes.

"It hurts, but I know how to hide it. Kinda like it." I smirk, shrugging and her eyes widen briefly before she rushes off.

"What the fuck?" Mattheo mumbles, his eyes widening slightly.

"I never said she was sane, did I? She has her crazy...but we all do...just hers is more so than others." Draco explains quietly.

"I think I'm in love." Mattheo whispers.

It's been a few weeks since Mattheo transferred here, but he avoids me, so I do the same. I was out dress shopping with Pansy for a party that was being thrown tonight.

"This is pretty! I like it. I've discovered that emerald green is more my shade." I say as I turn to her, holding the dress up to me.

It was short, going to about mid-thigh. It had a high slit on one side, so I definitely wouldn't be able to wear panties with it. It was a deep v-neck, and it'd run down between my breasts, nearly reaching my belly button.

"Its so pretty and so you! And yeah, I agree! Emerald green is your color—wait a goddamn minute! Emerald! When were you able to start seeing color?" She asks.

I pale, realizing I slipped up. She knows. I look down, letting a deep breath out as a familiar ache takes over my heart.

"He doesn't want anything to do with me, Pansy. I'm just trying to move forward." I say, looking at the satin dress I held.

"Alright." She mumbles, knowing I didn't want to talk about it.

"There they are!" Draco exclaims.

I add the dress to my basket before I look up to see that all the guys were here. I decided to slip away and went to the shoe section. I found a gorgeous pair of black heels with a silver snake wrapping around the heel. I find them in my size and add them to the basket. I look at a pair of shoes and grab them before heading back to Pansy.

"Pans, try these on." I say, tossing her the box.

She grabs them and sits on a nearby bench as the guys watch. I ignore Mattheo's eyes on me and she grins up at me.

"They are perfect and will go with my dress! Did you get yourself shoes?" She asks, putting the shoes back in the box.

"Yeah. I just need to find some boob tape." I say.

"What? What are you wearing?" Draco asks protectively and I roll my eyes.

"None of your concern. I'm a big girl and unfortunately yet fortunately, I'm single so I can wear what I want when I want and look however the hell I want." I say tiredly.

"Give her a break Draco, she's having a hard time. She met her soulmate...but she said he doesn't want anything to do with her." Pansy whispers.

I acted like I couldn't hear, focusing on the handbags that were literally right next to us. I grab one and pair it up with my dress before adding it the basket.

"Ms. Y/L/N?" The store clerk calls.

I look up before walking over to the front desk. She laid out some of her best snake jewelry and I look over them slowly.

There was a long silver snake choker necklace that was covered in diamonds. It was a necklace, in the shape of a snake and it would be like I had a snake resting around my neck. The snake head and tail would rest between my breasts, but it was gorgeous.

I see a matching pair of snake earrings that would dangle. It was like the snake was slithering, however it looks like it would bite your ear from the way they clip on.

"I'll go with these two pieces." I say.

"That's over a grand, are you sure Ms. Y/L/N?" She asks.

"Yes." I say, pulling my card free.

I pay for the jewelry, dress and shoes before walking back over to Pansy who was ready to go to the makeup store. The guys followed behind us and I let Pansy lead the way.

"This shade of red would be gorgeous on you!" Pansy exclaims, running towards me.

"I don't know Pans. I'm not big on makeup." I say unsure.

"She is right. The red would really make your eyes pop." Theodore says.

I sigh, looking at the lipstick. I nod, giving in and she grins. I follow behind her as she excitedly shows me different pallets before I decided to look at the different perfumes.

I look around before catching Mattheo staring at me once again and I look away. Why won't he stop staring?

"Excuse me?" I hear.

I turn towards a boy who was much taller than me. He had blond hair and green eyes.

"Yes?" I ask annoyed.

"Would you go out with me?" He asks.

"Abso-fucking-lutely not. Goodbye." I say, turning away.

I gasp as he pulls me back by my hair. I spin around, pulling my fist back and hitting him in the nose. He groans, grabbing his very much broken nose. I knee him in the balls and watch as he sinks to the floor.

"Maybe next time you'll think before you put your hands on a girl, asshole." I snap.

I put the lipstick down before I storm out of the store knowing if I stayed any longer, I would've pulled my wand out whether he was a muggle or not. I was absolutely furious.

I find myself in a bookstore and I felt myself calming down as I read the backs of several books. I ended up caving and bought myself several romance novels and several spicy books.

I walk out to see that Pansy was waiting outside with the guys.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asks.

"Why wouldn't I be? Well...my card definitely is suffering now. Who knew books have gotten so expensive? It's such a shame." I mutter annoyed.

"I...I'm talking about that guy." She says.

"Oh him. I came to the bookstore to calm down. I wanted to crucio him, muggle or not." I say.

"Alright. I think you've had your dosage of muggles for the month. Let's get her back to Hogwarts." Draco sighs and I shrug at the concerned looks from my friends.

Mattheo looked confused and I look at his hands to see that his knuckles were split. I quickly look away before he notices though.

I slip on the dress, looking at myself in the floor length mirror. I smooth out the silky material. It was gorgeous. I loved this, although I was a little worried about some slip up or flashing someone.

I pull on the heels before looking back at myself in the mirror. The heels pulled the entire outfit together. The dangling snakes and the snake necklace around my neck looked beautiful. I looked...hot.

Not to mention the makeup job that Pansy did was phenomenal. I had a red lipstick on with a dark eyeshadow. I heard the music and I knew I needed to get out there soon.

I walk out and go to the common room where everyone was dancing. I head towards the drink table, pouring myself a glass. I slowly scan the room, ignoring Mattheo who was staring at me. He had a group of girls surrounding him who were hardcore flirting. Pansy was dancing with Draco.

"Wanna dance?" Theo asks.

"Where is Luna?" I ask.

"Broke up." He says shortly.

I take his hand and we head towards the dance floor where we start dancing. He was one of my best friends. I shouldn't have been dancing so sensually with him. This was wrong. Especially knowing Mattheo was watching.

"Seems like both our soulmates don't want us!" He calls.

"Theo, what are you trying to say?" I call back, turning to face him as I stop dancing.

"Why not try something out? Just you and I." He suggests.

"Theo, we are best friends." I say surprised.

"We could be more though." He says, pulling me closer to him as he starts to dance.

I look over his shoulder at Mattheo who was watching us with a clenched jaw. His fists clenched around the cup and his drink goes everywhere.

I couldn't be in a relationship with anyone else unless it was Mattheo.

It felt wrong already.

Mattheo was pushing through the crowd and I look down between Theo and I. Theo was giving me time to think although, I knew my answer. I knew I couldn't be with him. Especially because I only saw him as my best friend. And I'm friends with Luna. I wouldn't do that to her. I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation to why the two broke up because just the other day, they were so in love.

"Theodore, get the hell away from her." Mattheo snaps.

I look up to see Mattheo standing behind him. Theodore turns towards him, chuckling and I could tell by Mattheo's stance that he was about ready to beat the hell out of Theodore.

"No Theo. I'm not interested in something like that. We are friends. That's it. Mattheo, come on." I say.

Theodore grabs my wrist and pulls me into his chest. I stumble and I smell the alcohol on his breath before his lips were on mine. I push him away, sending him back as Mattheo goes to lunge at him, but I use all my might to push Mattheo back as more attention focused on us.

"What's going on?" Draco asks, pushing through the crowd.

"Get Theodore out of here before Mattheo kills him! He's being drunk and stupid and has no clue what he is doing anymore!" I grunt, pushing Mattheo back who was still trying to get to Theodore.

Blaise and Lorenzo start to drag Theodore away as Draco and Pansy calm the party down and I was able to drag Mattheo away. I held his hand, pulling him through the halls and outside until I see the Astronomy tower. I pull him up to the top before I turn to him.

"Don't you ever fucking stop me again, Y/N! He fucking deserves what will come to his way! You could've been hurt. If I'm going to get into a fight, you need to standby." He snaps.

"No! Theodore is going through something right now. He's drunk and he probably won't even remember this tomorrow. So, calm down Mattheo! He's still my best friend." I snap.

"He fucking kissed you right in front of me!" He snaps, running a hand through his hair as he paces.

"And? Why do you care Mattheo? You've acted as if I was invisible these past few weeks although we both know we are soulmates." I snap.

"I didn't think you'd want to be with a monster like me." He snaps.

"Well you don't get to pick what I want and what I don't want, Mattheo! I'm a big girl! And frankly, I'm a monster too if you are. We are more alike than you think." I say.

"Your not a monster! Your so much more than you think you are!" He snaps, looking me in the eye.

"You can't say stuff like that, Mattheo." I say annoyed.

"Why not?" He asks, stepping towards me and I back up.

"Because we aren't together." I snap.

"Then be my girlfriend." He says, pinning me against the wall as he looks down at me with those chocolate eyes.

"Fine." I snap.

He chuckles before leaning down and kissing me roughly. I kiss back, moving my hands to his hair where I run them through his curly locks. He presses himself further against me, biting my lip before pulling back. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth and I see my blood coating his lips.

"As much as I love this dress on you, I rather see it off." He says, pushing a strap off my shoulder.

"Then take it off." I murmur.

"At my dorm." He says.

I huff, nodding before he drags me along. I try my best to keep up with him, the both of us eager to get to his dorm.