[wondernimbus]

meet the weasleys — george weasley

pairing: george weasley x female!reader

summary: george takes reader to meet his family.

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

“I’m nervous.”

“Well, don’t be.”

“Thank you, George. That somehow just alleviated all of my worries.”

George snickers and squeezes her hand in reassurance. “Just relax. My family doesn’t bite—or, well, Ron used to, but that was back when he was, what, five? And besides, you already know him, and he’s never bit you before, has he?“

"Not helping.”

“And you’ve met most of my family already.”

“I haven’t met your mum. Or your dad. Or Bill and Charlie,” she argues, eyes worriedly darting from George’s own to the wooden door in front of them.

George laughs again. His eyes don’t fail to catch onto the way she’s frantically tapping her foot against the ground, how she keeps worrying at her bottom lip. The sight has him grinning widely; he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t horribly endeared.

“Listen,” he says, removing his fingers from her own in favor of turning her around to face him. George’s hands go to her neck, cradling the sides of her cheeks. “They’re going to love you. And if they don’t—well, I can always find a different family.”

”George,” she sighs.

”Only joking,” he grins, and leans in to press a very brief kiss to the tip of her nose. “But I mean it. They’ll adore you. Possibly even more than I do, although that’s up for debate.”

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i would give anything to experience a home like the Burrow🥺

[ardentmuse]

Four Times Fred Weasley Proposed to You... And the One Time He Meant It (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Harry Potter - Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Summary: The title says it all. Just read it ;)

Wordcount: 4.7k (I’m trash)

Warnings: fluff, sex, cursing - basically my holy trinity, and AU where Fred lives (which is the only universe I live in) 

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A/N: Toddle started daycare yesterday and I learned that I churn out about 1k worlds per hour if I don’t have a kid crawling on me. Today is also my wedding anniversary for fluff felt right. A request from anon! 

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The candles floating high under the vaulted ceiling are the only things that don’t shake with the uproar of cheers, especially from the seventh years, that accompany Dumbledore’s announcement of return of the Triwizard Tournament. Fred bumps elbows with his twin, whom he simply knows is already conspiring to rig this thing in their favor. Fame, glory, prize money – everything they need to set themselves up for success is being presented on a golden platter – or rather in a wooden goblet. But they don’t have the opportunity to conspire before the room falls hush at the gentle lowering of Dumbledore’s willowy arms.

“Please join me in welcoming the students of Beauxbaton Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madame Maxine,” Dumbledore’s voice bellows, but to Fred it is but a whisper. The doors to the Great Hall have already opened and towards the front of the group of impressively dressed students, their jackets pristinely fitted and their skirts flared in a way that hints so nicely at the shapely things that certainly reside beneath them. Fred’s baser brain, the part that, as a sixteen year old, gives power and life to many of his higher-level functions, completely takes over. His eyes roam the group, landing on a stunning creature, third from the left whose straightened back, bright smile, and flushed face from the chill of the castle night are enough to make his mouth grow dry and his palms sweat with anticipation. 

But then you begin your dance – if it could even be called a dance. You skip forward like an elegant ballerina, your neck tall and your chest out the way a swan might look upon the lesser creatures within its pond, elegant but superior. And Fred minds not one bit being the scum that lines your lakeside domain. With light steps you descend upon the Great Hall, down the path on which he sits. And as you grow closer, you open your hands, releasing blue mist and butterflies upon the crowd, like a siren singing a song to lure in the ships at sea. 

A few more pranced steps and you are standing right beside him. He watches with baited breath as your skirts flow and twist. You lean forward with special flourish, flicking your wrists and humming in unison with your cohort. Your fingers lightly brush against Fred’s cheek as he ebbs closer in rapture. 

“Marry me,” he whispers, which draws your eyes away from the front of the hall to meet the man sitting right beside you. A simple turn of his head has his lips gently brushing against your fingertips and the piercing of his cinnamon eyes catches your breath in your chest. You miss your next step, so beguiled by this handsome man before you, broad and freckled and just the teeniest bit unobtainable in the way that confidence seems to radiate off him. 

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i am such a sucker for fred weasley

[plant-flwrs]

house unity // fred weasley

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a/n: this story has taken me so long and i feel like i’ve poured my blood, sweat, and tears into it. i love it a lot and you can really tell what i was watching/ doing in each sections lol. for example, the dramatic ending is courtesy of the heart wrenching sylvia plath poems i was reading earlier today lol :’) also i made the reader a ravenclaw because im a ravenclaw and i felt like it hehe. n e way! hope you all like it and pls leave feedback if you have any! like, rb, follow <3

summary: Fred Weasley and you have a bit of a love hate relationship, however, on Fred’s behalf its more love than hate. Dating a Ravenclaw would be a great stride in house unity, wouldn’t it?

(disclaimer: when i describe the differences in the twins i mean the actors! especially since she who shall not be named did not give us much about their physical differences >:/ i found the info from fandom.com so it may be wrong, but i went with it. also, i made up a few things for this story, like the annual Christmas ball)

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You wished you could enjoy some things as easily as your peers could.

You didn’t like most sweets from Honeydukes, you didn’t care for Quidditch, but you especially hated the Weasley twin’s pranks.

In your first year, just weeks after arriving at Hogwarts, you had met Fred and George. You had been unable to answer the riddle to enter the Ravenclaw common room, so you decided to take a walk around the grounds.

You just turned the corner to the courtyard, when a hard snowball hit you square in the face. The sheer force of it made you stumble backyards, and you barely had time to wipe the snow off your face before another one hit you hard in the back. You were unable to keep your balance and tumbled forwards. Your hands braced your fall and scraped against the rough stone harshly. Your palms stained the snow red as they began to bleed. You barely had time to nurse them before another snowball, this time the size of a Quaffle, plummeted onto your head. It pushed you face-first into the snow, and you recovered quicker, not wanting to stay there for any longer. You whirled around, looking for anyone who could have seen who did that. You saw two boys with flaming red hair running away, and you followed them.

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i just love fred so much

[franception]

you must be a Weasley

[ten-galleons]

make me forget [F.W]

summary: after the Battle of the Seven Potters, as fear had coursed through your body, you needed Fred to hold you and take your mind off the horrors you had just witnessed.

pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

word count: 5.2k

warning: smut, mention of blood and injury

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a/n: …I got a bit carried away with this one. It’s been a long time since I’ve written smut so I hope its okay and I haven’t just written 5,000 words of drivel! Also this fic exists in a timeline where Fred doesn’t die. I hope you enjoy x

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The Burrow was finally still, silent except for the gentle ticking of the clock, after hours of chaos; most of the Weasley family and Order retiring to bed or apparating to another safe house. Only you and Fred remained awake, bodies still trembling with adrenaline and fear as you pressed against each other on the sofa. Fred’s arm was around your shoulders, his fingers gently playing with your hair whilst you were curled into his body, one hand resting on his knee. Fred was playing with the delicate band of your engagement ring, a habit he had picked up in the short months since he had proposed. Normally, this would have made your heart flutter and cause a smile to fall on your lips but as you gazed at George, lying injured on the sofa opposite you, all you felt was pure terror.

You burrowed deeper in Fred’s sides, squeezing your eyes shut as your mind flashed back to the events of the night; of drinking that Polyjuice potion in the living room of Harry’s childhood home, of pressing a quick kiss to Fred’s lips as you climbed onto the broom next to him, of gripping your wand tightly in your hand. Worry had coursed through your mind, but your focus was clear as you had both flown towards the sky, emerging from the clouds to be greeted with a battle in the sky. Only a single thought had entered your mind, survive, as you had spent who knows how long flinging curses and hexes at Death Eaters, constantly keeping Fred in your line of vision, as you had protected your friends and loved ones. It had felt like hours before you and Fred had managed to get away, finally making your way to the Burrow, jumping off your brooms, flinging them aside before stumbling into each other’s arms, chests heaving as you had clutched onto each other; a wave of relief cresting over your body as you realised you’d done it, you’d survived.

However, that moment of relief had shattered when you heard your names being frantically called and you had raced into the living room of the Burrow to see your best friend and future brother-in-law, George Weasley, unconscious on the sofa, profusely bleeding from the head as Molly tried desperately to patch her son up. For the second time that evening you had pushed your emotions aside, body moving automatically as you had instantly gone to help Molly. As the only one who had any level of professional medical training you had taken charge, gently guiding Mrs. Weasley on what to do, hands steady as you had helped stop the flow of blood then wrapped a bandage around George’s head. It was only when you stood back, Fred moving in to comfort his twin, before you felt the emotions rising in your body, staring down at your shaking, blood stained hands. You had never been more grateful for Molly Weasley as she had taken one look at you, pulled you into the kitchen and helped you scrub your hands clean, before shoving a warm tea in your hand and pulling you into a bone crushing hug, whispering thank you in your ear.

For hours the Burrow had been a flurry of activity, with news of the death of Alastor Moody, the search for his body, making sure George was stable whilst also holding an impromptu Order meeting. Now hours later as the silence settled over you, your body continued to tremble and your mind whirred; coming to terms with what had happened tonight and how close you had been to losing someone you loved.

“We should go to bed, love.” Fred mumbled in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. You nodded, shifting so you could both stand. You both knew neither of you were going to get much sleep tonight, likely spending half the night wrapped up in each other’s arm staring at the ceiling, but it was getting cold in the living room and whilst your mind might be awake, your body was getting tired. Fred gently took your hand, thumb running across your knuckles, before you both glanced at George, making sure he was still asleep, before pulling you towards the stairs. Neither of you spoke as you made your way towards Fred’s childhood bedroom, you knew it was unlikely anyone was sleeping tonight but you didn’t want to ruin the fragile atmosphere that had descended over the Burrow at the moment.

Your fiancé, softly pushed the familiar door open, allowing you to step inside as he closed it behind you two, making sure to lock it and place a muffliato charm over the room. Your eyes roamed the small space, smiling slightly as you spotted the double bed that had been placed in the room, no doubt by Ron and Mr. Weasley at the instruction of Mrs. Weasley. So many nights had been spent clinging to each other in Fred’s small single bed, and many mornings hysterically laughing as one of you fell out, you almost sobbed at the thoughtfulness of your future mother-in-law.

You turned around, drinking in the sight of Fred before you. He was still covered in the same dirty, blood stained clothes as before, his hair sticking up at odd angles, but as you looked into his eyes that familiar feeling of safety settled over you, causing tears to well in your eyes. Without a word he gently held his hand to you and silently you slowly walked over to him. The moment your hands connected again he pulled you softly into his chest and something in you broke. You flung your arms around his waist, burying your head against his chest as you finally allowed the wracking sobs, you’d been containing all evening to escape. Your body shook as tears streamed down your cheek, soaking his t-shirt, as Fred’s arms came round to cradle you protectively, dipping his head to place his lips on your head, whispering to you as he allowed you to come undone in his arms.

The darkness of the war had been descending for a number of years but since the death of Dumbledore, the world become terrifying. Places you had once felt safe in you no longer wanted to visit, friends you cared so deeply for had gone into hiding, and some people had just disappeared. You’d quit your job in the Ministry, tired of spending the whole time looking over your shoulder at your colleagues as the rumours of infiltration had begun to circle, instead deciding take up at job in Fred and George’s shop. You didn’t venture out of your house without one of the twins, too scared to go anywhere on your own, and your mind had become your own worst enemy picturing what would happen if you were to lose someone you loved. Throughout it all though, Fred had been by your side to offer you a joke, a smile, a kiss to sooth the racing thoughts. Often using his body to distract you from the world outside. Now, after tonight, all you wanted, no neededwas him.

After a couple of minutes, as the sobs began to quieten, you raised your head to look into Fred’s warm brown eyes, to find him already watching you, knowing that the same thoughts that were running through your head were also running through his. He moved his hand to cup your cheeks, his thumb brushing over your skin, capturing the soft tears that were still falling from your eyes.

“I’ve got you Y/N. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He whispered before softly brushing his lips against yours, sending a shiver down your spine at how gentle the contact was. The contact was sweet, soothing but it wasn’t enough, and your fingers gripped his t-shirt as you leaned up on your tip-toes to deepen the kiss. Immediately Fred responded, gripping the back of your neck as his kisses turned urgent, fiercer, more passionate, a soft moan rumbling at the back of your throat as Fred’s lips moving in sync against yours. You pressed yourself closer, not being able to bear the thought of any space between you tonight, just wanting him to hold you and make you forget about the rest of the world.

His fingers danced at the soft hem of your t-shirt and immediately you stepped back, breaking the kiss as he gently peeled it off of your body. You were quick to reciprocate, clutching the fabric of his own t-shirt and helping him it pull it off. For a moment you just stared into each other’s eyes before he broke away to trace the line of your jaw, your neck, along your collarbones before hesitating at the swell of your breasts in your bra. Without saying anything, you reached behind, unclasping your bra and discarding it in the corner of the room. Fred’s eyes dilated as he gulped, his tongue flicking out to lick his bottom lip as he took in the sight of you braless. His reaction caused a familiar thrill to begin to pool in your stomach and you finally took the time to also admire his topless self. Your hand was still shaking as you raised it to lightly trace the thin white line of an old scar under his ribs; he sucked in a breath as goosebumps erupted across his skin. Your eyes roamed his chest, going dry as you skimmed across his impossibly broad shoulders, across his sculpted chest lightly dusted with freckles, before settling on his defined abs. It may have been a few years since he stopped playing Quidditch, but you knew your fiancé kept in shape.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whispered. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he finally raised his own hand to touch you, his fingers skimming up your waist, stopping at your ribs and swiping his thumb across the underside of your breasts.

“Hey that’s my line.” He whispered back, a small smile falling on your lips, a shudder erupting over your body as his large hand moved to cup your left breast, thumb swiping across the raised bud of your nipple, causing a wave of pleasure to travel down your spine and a gasp to leave your lips.

Your own hand came to rest over his heart, feeling the strong rhythm beneath your fingers, knowing that you never wanted a day to pass where you couldn’t hear Fred’s heartbeat, hear his laugh or feel his lips on yours. Slowly, you raised your gaze to his again, your own heart thumping hard in your chest, your body shivering as you saw both love and lust swirling in his brown eyes.

“Make love to me, Fred.” You whispered into the dark, eyes still locked with his. With a low moan his lips crashed back down on yours, this time the kiss was more. It was passionate, with teeth-clashing, noses bumping, lips pressing fiercely against each other. With an expert’s touch he flicked his thumb over your sensitive nipple again, causing you to gasp against his lips and giving him the opportunity to begin tasting your mouth with his tongue.

With every caress of your breast, every flick on your nipple, Fred was causing pleasure to begin building in your lower stomach, a wetness already pooling in your panties. Your hand skated up over his chest to grip one of his large shoulders, while the other moved to trace the lines of his abdomen before dancing across the waistband of his jeans.

“Don’t tease me Princess.” He growled against your lips, causing a chuckle to escape yours. You obeyed immediately, palming Fred’s increasing erection through the harsh material of jeans causing a low moan to rumble at the back of his throat and his hips to buck.

In response to your touch, one of Fred’s had continued to knead your breast expertly, whilst the other drifted across your skin before he rested it against your throat, gently squeezing your windpipe. He was rewarded with a low moan that left your lips, not too dissimilar from the one you had elicited from him. With a smirk, he detached his lips to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, then your neck. His lips quickly found the sweet spot behind your ear, his tongue flicking out to caress the skin there before he harshly began to suck, determined to leave a mark.

“Fuck, F-fred.” You mumbled, your words causing his hips to buck against you again, while the throbbing between your thighs began to become insistent. Fred’s hand moved from your throat to grip your back as he pulled you closer, back arching as he dropped his lips to skim along your collarbone and down to the tops of your breasts. Sweet, soft sounds of pleasure began to leave your lips as Fred began to suck on your skin. Vaguely in the back of your mind you were cursing Fred as you knew you weren’t going to be able to wear low cut tops for a few days, but as he took your right breast in his mouth, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He flicked his tongue across your nipple before taking it between his teeth and gently tugging, causing a wave of pleasure to crest over your body and a sharp cry to leave your lips.

“I need you.” You whined, fingers drifting down to your own jeans, the bundle of nerves between your thighs desperate for some attention. Fred chuckled, before catching your wrist with his hand, stopping you from pleasuring yourself, another whine leaving your lips.

“Let me sweetheart.” But instead of dipping his fingers between your thighs, he gently began to move you backwards, towards the bed that sat in the middle of the room, re-attaching his lips to yours in an urgent kiss. When the back of your knees bumped against the bedframe, he softly lowered you onto the mattress, never once breaking the kiss, only deepening it when he hovered over you.

You knew he had moved you over here to give you pleasure but suddenly you were filled with the desire to touch him too. Your hands drifted down his stomach, exploring every inch of skin as Fred continued to kiss you desperately, before landing on the material of his jeans. Your movements were a little hurried, sloppy even, as you unbuckled his belt, popping the buttons before letting your fingers dancing along the waistband of his boxers, teasing him again. He groaned into your mouth, hips bucking in response and you chuckled, finally dipping your hand into his boxers and wrapping your hands around his cock. He threw his hand back, a moan of desire leaving his lips, causing the throb in your thighs to kick up a gear, as you began to move up and down his impressive length.

“That feels so good, baby.” He muttered against your lips, dipping back down to suck and nibble on the sensitive skin of your breasts. Pleasure shot through your body as his tongue flicked across your nipple, a low moan leaving your lips as your felt your own hips roll against him.

Finally, he began to move down your body, lips skimming against your skin, stopping to suck and lick certain areas causing small noises of pleasure to leave your lips. You were a bit disappointed you couldn’t continue to pleasure him with your hand, enjoying the response you were getting, but your mind went blank as he reached your navel, nimble, fingers deftly unbuttoned your jeans and began to slide the material off your legs. You looked at him though lidded eyes as he stood in front of you, tossing your jeans in a corner to join the rest of your clothing. His eyes drank in your body, starting at your legs, taking a moment to observe the patch of wetness soaking through your panties, to roam over your stomach and your breasts, now covered in marks he had placed there to finally lift to your face and connect your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, causing a blush to creep up your neck and along your cheekbones. Shooting you a wink, eyes not leaving yours, he crouched down, lifting your left leg to his lips, placing soft, sweet kisses as he moved towards the tops of your thighs. He nipped and sucked he travelled up your legs, the rough feel of his stubble against your soft skin causing pulses of pleasure to reverberate around your body. When he reached the tops of your thighs, he gently hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down and off your legs. His eyes continued to sear into yours, dancing softly in the darkness when you elicited a hiss as the cool air hit your heated core.

“I want to make you feel so good, baby.” He whispered. Your hips bucked in response, impatient as the throb between your thighs continued to grow, just needing to feel him there.

A breathless, “Fred,” left your lips as his tongue traced the thin line of your slit, mopping up the dripping wetness, a low hum leaving his lips at the way your hips rolled in response as pleasure shot down your spine. One of his hands traced up your thigh, curving around your hip to hold you down as he pulled your legs further apart and attached his lips to the bundle of nerves between your thighs.

A shudder ripped through your body, a low cry leaving your lips as your back arched at the feeling of Fred flicking his tongue against your clit. His hand clamped down on your hips, holding your steading, as your hands wound their way into his red hair, nails scratching against his scalp as he began to start a steady rhythm against your clit. Fred hummed against you, causing another wave of pleasure to rip through your body, your back arching, as he enjoyed the sweet moans that were leaving your mouth. Your response to his touch only heightened his own pleasure, his boxers becoming too restrictive against his increasing erection.

As Fred expertly teased you with his tongue you could feel the pleasure building, short sharp blasts of pleasure firing around your body and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. As if on cue, a curse left your lips as Fred pushed one of his fingers inside your entrance, starting a steady but excruciatingly slow pace inside you.

“F-Fred, I-“ You breathed and Fred knowing you and your body so well, shifted so he could get better access to your clit, a second finger joining the one that was thrusting in and out of you. A cry left your lips as felt yourself reaching the top of the wave, your mind turning foggy and hips bucking sloppily as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“Cum for me baby.” He hummed against your clit, the vibrations finally sending you over the edge, causing your nerve endings to spark and a wave of intense pleasure to roll throughout your body. You saw white behind your eyelids, felt your legs shaking, back arching as that sweet feeling of release fell over you.

Fred continued to flick his tongue against your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you as you rode out your high, only pulling back when your hips stopped bucking and you had collapsed against the mattress with a tired, but content, sigh. As he stood, he glanced at your face, cock straining in his boxers, as he took in your flushed, fucked state, thumb coming up to wipe your juices off his face before dipping it into his mouth.

Your body felt limp, that familiar feeling of ecstasy thrumming through your body, but you managed to lift your heavy body off the bed to sit up. Your eyes didn’t leave Fred’s as you reached out, gripping the belt loops of his jeans and slowly pulling them down to pool around his ankles. You felt him suck in a breath, holding it, as your fingers danced around the waistband of his boxers before you too pulled them down to join his jeans. You felt your eyes dilate as you watched as Fred’s impressive length slapped against his stomach, tip already leaking pre-cum. You reached out and took him in your hand, slowly moving up and down in the way you know he likes, satisfaction swirling through your body as you watched him tip back his head and a breathy moan leave his lips. You detached your hand momentarily, Fred’s head instantly snapping down to look at you, but you just smirked, gently pushing him back before you stood up.

You pressed a searing kiss to his lips before you slowly sunk down on your knees, a whispered ‘fuck’ left his lips as he realised what you were doing. Before he could utter another sound you took him in your hand again, lowering your head to flick your tongue against his tip. Instantly his hips bucked, another curse word leaving his lips only to be cut off as you took him whole in your mouth. His hands snapped to your hair, gripping it tightly before between his fingers as you began to bob up and down on his cock.

You sunk down, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat as you gagged, a hiss leaving Fred’s lips before you slowly pulled up, his cock leaving your mouth with a sharp pop. The rough, sweet sounds that were escaping Fred’s lips as you pleasured him caused that familiar low throb between your thighs to start again. Whilst one hand continued to cup your fiancé’s balls, as you traced your tongue over his prominent vein, your other reached down to start rubbing figures of eight against your clit.

As you took him in your mouth again, the pleasure began to spike in your body, both you and Fred let out moans. His hand became insistent in your hair, gently pushing on your head as he made you bob up and down on his cock. But without preamble, he tugged sharply on your hair, causing your head to snap back and his cock to leave your lips with a pop. You looked up at his expression, softening slightly as you noticed his lust filled eyes were also filled with love as he gazed down at you on your knees.

“I need to be inside you love.” He muttered, reaching down to help you stand before pressing his lips to you in a slow and passionate kiss. Your mind was foggy and you swore you couldn’t breathe at the passion Fred was conveying through your mouth. The kiss was frantic, teeth-clashing, noses bumping but there was also a softness there and the understanding that in this moment you needed this, to worship each other with your bodies and convey the love that you cannot express through words.

He gently laid you back on the soft mattress, pulling a pillow from the top of the bed to place under your head; your heart melted at the gentleness of his actions before the familiar throb in your thighs kickstarted as Fred’s cock brushed your leg.

“Ready?” He asked as he lined himself up, brushing his tip against your clit. A sharp hiss left your lips as the sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure down your spine, your hips bucking, begging for more, “I’ll take that as a yes then.” Words were incapable of leaving your mouth, so you just nodded, Fred smirked at you before pressing a searing kiss to your lips and pushing inside of you.

Both of your groans were swallowed by each other’s lips as pleasure spiked through your body, causing waves of fire to roll down your spine. You both took a moment to adjust, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of being so full, whilst he was reeling at how wet and tight you were. Eventually the throbbing became insistent and you rolled your hips against his, causing another string of moans to escape both of your lips.

Taking the hint, he began to move in and out of you, slow, passionate and deep. Sex with Fred always went one of two ways; either it was rough, teeth-clashing, sharp hip movements, or it was slow, passionate and loving. In this moment, with everything that happened and everything that was about to happen with the war, he was taking this moment to worship your body; making sure you felt good as he rolled his hips against yours, lips dipping down to nip and suck on the sweet spot under your skin, determined to leave a hickey there to admire in the morning. With each thrust, a spark of pleasure shot through your body and you could feel the pressure building in your stomach, begging for release. Your body began to move automatically, clinging onto Fred’s shoulders as you began to thrust your hips to meet his movements.

“I’m close.” You whispered against Fred’s skin and in response he hooked his hands beneath your thighs and lifted them over his shoulders. Immediately pleasure slammed through your body at the new angle, Fred hitting your sweet spot over and over again as his thrusts turned urgent.

“Cum again for me love.” As he spoke he hit your sweet spot again and finally you felt the tight band in your stomach snap, back arching, leg’s shaking, Fred’s name tumbling from your lips as pleasure sparked every nerve ending alight as white hot pleasure rolled, wave after wave through your body. Fred soon followed, whispering your name over and over again into your neck as he rode out not only his but your high too.

Eventually, with a groan, Fred collapsed against your sweaty chest. Your arms immediately circled his body as he softly continued to thrust in and out of you, allowing that thrumming of pleasure to continue coursing, sweetly, through both of your bodies. When his hips finally fell still you dipped your tired head to press a kiss to his hair, feeling him press his lips to your neck in response.

After a couple of minutes, he lifted his head, hovering above you as he brushed his fingers across your face, gently pushing your hair off your sweaty forehead. You smiled lazily up at him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you placed a kiss on his lips, a kiss that was so different from the ones you had shared a moment earlier, a soft kiss, a promise, that told him how much you loved him. He broke the kiss to rest your foreheads together as he pulled out of you.

“I love you Freddie.” You mumbled into the air, his lips pulling into a large grin.

“I love you too darling.” He placed one last kiss to your forehead before he moved off you, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on before he made his way out of the door. You stared up at the ceiling whilst he was gone, chest still heaving from your love making, consumed by thoughts of how much you love him.

Fred returned a couple of minutes later, a warm cloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. You sat up, a grin falling on your lips at how thoughtful your fiancé is, wondering if he could be any more perfect. He placed the water on the table by the side of the bed, turning on the lamp there too, before he made his way back over to you. Instead of handing you the cloth, he simply wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you into his lap before he set to work cleaning you up. You rested your head in the section between his neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his warm skin, heart leaping at how sweet he was being.  You knew how much he loved being intimate with you and you also knew how much he liked this moment too. Every time you two had finished, he’d take the opportunity to clean you up, showing you how much he loved you with a different touch to the skin, gently moving the cloth up and down your skin and around certain sensitive areas.

Once he was done, he threw the cloth in the washing basket in the corner before rummaging in his drawers for one of his t-shirts. He returned to you, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you lifted your arms up and he dropped the shirt over your head; you breathed in the familiar scent of Fred as the t-shirt passed over your head and his fingers came to help pull the fabric down over your body. Once you were clothed, he lifted you up, pulled the covers back and laid you down gently on the clean linen.

He turned the lamp off, plunging the room into that familiar darkness before climbing into bed next to you. Instantly, you both moved into your favourite position, legs tangled, arms around each other as you stared at each other in the dark.

For a moment you just gazed at each other silence, just basking in the glow of your love making. You smiled as Fred’s fingers came up to brush against your cheeks, tracing your cheek, down to your jaw and across your lips.

But as you lay there, the darkness encroaching, your thoughts began to drift back to the fear you had experienced earlier in the evening.

“Freddie, I’m scared.” You whispered in the dark, unable to keep your thoughts to yourself any longer. Instantly his fingers stalled, hesitating a moment before a soft sigh left his lips and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer his chest. You burrowed into his warmth, feeling better as you heard the soft thump of his heart under your ear.

“Me too, darling. Me too.” His hand was splayed against your back, rubbing soothing circles through the soft fabric of his t-shirt. You pressed a soft kiss to the warm skin on his neck, feeling him shiver at your touch.

“I don’t want to lose you.” You finally spoke your greatest fear, you felt Fred sigh again and the arm around you squeezed you tighter and, in that moment, you knew the same thoughts were running through his mind too.

“You won’t. We will fight, we will win and then we’ll marry and get to grow old together. I promise you that my darling.” A feeling of warmth, so different to the one you had felt only a few moments ago, coursed through your body. Like the sun finally coming out after a day of rain. You breathed deeply, clutching at Fred’s words and storing them safely in your brain, ready to pull them out again when the dark thoughts appeared again.

“You promise?” You whispered; your voice sounded as fragile as your heart felt.

“With all of my heart.” He whispered back, finger hooking under your chin to tip your head back to gently press his lips to yours.

“I love you Fred.”

“I love you too Y/N.” You both stared at each other in the dark for some time, and you can’t admit you both had a peaceful sleep but at least you were in each other’s arms; safe for the moment. That’s all that mattered.

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did i cry? yes. do i also refuse to believe that fred died? yes. he very much did live and i refuse to accept any other outcome

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i can guarantee this will be me tomorrow spending thanksgiving alone

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sunkissed

summary: Sarah’s pen pal of several years finally comes to visit - she can’t help but fall for her friends older brother

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 8K

a/n: I don’t really go here anymore but i wrote this a couple months ago and a few people said they wanted to read it so here to go (gif is mine)

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i just love rafe🥺

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Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig 

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I want to be great or nothing. Adult Amy + Quotes.

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Bake-off - Holiday Special - pt. 1

Request: Yes but I can’t find the original request for a part 2. 

A/N: I’m posting the 2nd part of this holiday special of bake-off on Thanksgiving. I know there was no actual baking in this one but there will be in the 2nd, promise. 

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“Pumpkin pie.” JJ asked, holding the phone out to you, a video of someone making pumpkin pie playing across the screen. You scrunched your nose at the thought of a weed infused pumpkin pie and shook your head, the flavor was already hard to get right, you didn’t want to fuck with it further. “Well what do you propose?”

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this is some subtly cocky jj that i LIVE for

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LORDE performing live during the 2017′s edition of Roskilde Festival in Denmark (30-jun-2017).

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Chris Evans as Frank Adler in Gifted (2017)

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this was one of my fav movies

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Train Wreck (d.m.)

Summary: Draco didn’t think he’d find something worth living for until he met you.

AN: this takes place during sixth year, draco has a the dark mark and it takes place during the war, it’s a bit all over the place but oh well also there’s a little bit of fred and the reader in here!

warnings: suicidal thoughts, death

His sixth year wasn’t supposed to go like this. He was supposed to have a normal year with his friends and with you. But his father, and his whole family, had other plans for him.

Draco had to cancel your summer trip to Paris so he could get the dark mark branded on to his forearm. He told you it was because he had an aunt who was deathly ill and he had to visit her.

When you both got back to school, he was cold and distant towards you. Of course he blamed it on being stressed about school and his exams. But you knew him better than that.

You’ve been together since fourth year and you could read him like an open book.

One night he stood atop of the Astronomy Tower, overlooking the grounds of Hogwarts. He was given strict orders from the Dark Lord to kill his headmaster at one of his favorite spots. Your favorite spot.

As he looked at the grounds he thought of you. What would you say when you found out he was a Death Eater? Would you hate him? Break up with him? Would you have pity for him? Try to save him?

It was then he realized he was past the point of saving.

‘If I just jump, Dumbledore won’t die.’ He thought. He thought that would ruin Voldemort’s plan and everyone would be okay. The people he envied, Harry, Ron and Hermione, would have a fighting chance.

Once again, his mind went back to you. If he were to give up and do what he was thinking, what would become of you? Would you mourn for him? Miss him? Would you move on with someone who actually deserved you?

Draco had always thought it was matter of time before you left him for Fred Weasley. You were best friends after all and were practically attached at the hip. So he thought if he just jumped, that would give you the chance to be with a person who was better for you than he was.

But he couldn’t leave you alone with the feeling it was your fault if he did it. Because Draco knew that’s what you would think. You’d second guess yourself and think it was your fault. But nothing could ever be your fault.

Draco was knocked out of his worrisome thoughts by the sound of your voice. A voice that could make him feel like everything was okay.

“I thought I’d find you up here. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You spoke, a smile on your face. Draco gave you a halfhearted version of a smile and you knew something was wrong.

“What’s going on, Draco?” You asked. “You’ve been acting strange since term started. You don’t eat, you barley sleep and you don’t talk to me like you used to. Did I do something?” You added.

“No, no, love. It’s not you. It could never be you. You’re the only thing that feels right in my life. I have a lot going on.” He quickly said, walking towards you and taking your hands in his.

It was then, when his sleeve pulled up a bit, you caught a glimpse of a black line on his forearm. He saw your face fall, void of any kind of expression. He followed your gaze and saw what you were looking at.

Draco quickly let go of your hands and tugged his sleeve down. “Let me see it.” You spoke quietly. “Y/N,” He started. “Let me see it.” Your voice more stern.

He paused for a moment before rolling up his sleeve. You saw the dark mark on your boyfriend’s arm and felt the wind get knocked out of you.

You faltered a bit, becoming a bit light headed at the thought of the person you loved most being a Death Eater. Draco reached out and steadied you and then your eyes met his.

You didn’t seem angry or disgusted. You looked sad for him and he could see in your eyes that you looked scared. Scared of him or for him was unknown.

“When you said you couldn’t come to Paris, you were getting-“ You started, cutting yourself off. “Y/N, you have to believe me. I had no choice. He said he’d kill my family and he’d kill you if I didn’t join him. I-I didn’t want to.” Draco said.

“That’s why you’ve been distant. You think you have to break up with me to protect me. So you were hoping I’d get the hint and break up with you. So I wouldn’t think I did something wrong.” You said, coming to the conclusion all on your own.

And how right you were. He wasn’t surprised. He knew you’d figure it out. You were a prestigious Ravenclaw after all. Top of your year along with Hermione. Only thing that made it acceptable for him to be with you. You were a pure blood witch in a good house that wasn’t Gryffindor. His parents were thrilled for that reason alone. But he kept your friendship with the Weasleys a secret.

“You know I’m not going to let you push me away.” You added. “Y/N, this is dangerous. He’s threatened to kill you twice before. And he doesn’t make empty threats.” Draco rebutted.

“So this is it? This is how our story is going to end?” You asked quietly. “Maybe, when this is all over, we can start again.” He answered.

You looked at him, a single tear rolling down your face. “Just remember that I love you, Draco Malfoy. I always have.” You whispered.

You placed a small, soft kiss on his cheek before leaving him up there alone.

And that was the last time you saw him. The next night, Professor Dumbledore was killed by Death Eaters that had some how made their way into Hogwarts and Draco disappeared after that.

And so did you and your friends. You weren’t involved in anyway but if your three best friends were running to stay safe then you’d do anything to protect them. One reason why the sorting hat took the longest its ever had when sorting you. You had the makings of both a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw.

Before you knew it, Hogwarts was in shambles. The war in full swing, the students of Hogwarts getting roped in and having to fight or be killed.

It wasn’t easy for you to say the least. When you were trying to kill Death Eaters and keep them away from your friends, you were also searching for the familiar head of platinum blonde hair. 

You were running through the halls of Hogwarts when you were cornered by two Death Eaters. It was in that moment you were very happy that you had taken part in Dumbledore’s Army in your fifth year and actually learned something. 

You shot a defensive spell at them, sending them both into a stone pillar and you had a chance to catch your breath. 

“Y/N?” A voice questioned behind you. You whipped your head around and saw Draco standing there, looking broken as ever. “Draco,” you breathed out before he practically ran to you and wrapped his arms around you. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked you. “Yes, I’m okay. Are you?” You asked, letting go to look at him. Draco shook his head, looking as if he were about to cry. “I don’t want to die. Not yet. I promised you I’d come back to you and I don’t want to break that promise.” He said quietly. 

You placed a comforting hand on his cheek. “This is no place to die. Not here.” You whispered. You grabbed his hand in yours and took off down the hallway. Though you were both stopped short when you heard Voldemort bellow, ‘Harry Potter is dead.’ 

You froze in your spot as you saw the body of your friend lying on the ground. Ginny was fighting against her father to get to the boy she loved. You felt Draco squeeze your hand until a command made his blood run cold. 

Voldemort was asking Draco to join him and you closed your eyes preparing for the worst. “Draco,” Lucius added. You knew he’d go to him. In fear for the lives of his family and for his own. You let go of his hand, as an almost silent way of saying ‘it’s okay.’ 

He looked down at you, your gaze not meeting his. Draco swallowed thickly as he felt the eyes of every person looking at him, as he walked to join his parents. It was clear to everyone watching the scene that Draco Malfoy was still at the beck and call of his father. All out of fear for his life.

Of course you were disappointed. You were hoping he’d stand up for himself against his father but he wouldn’t put you in danger like that. As it seemed hopeless to put up a fight any longer, Harry sprung up from the ground. Eyes widened and gasps were heard from around the courtyard.

Draco then looked at you and then down to his wand. “Potter!” Draco yelled, tossing the boy his wand. The blonde came running to your side, taking your hand tightly in his.

“We’re getting out of here.” He said attempting to pull you away. “I can’t just leave them. We have to fight.” You rebutted. “Nothing is stopping anyone from killing me. I can’t stay here, Y/N.” He said. 

You looked up at him before looking back down to your intertwined hands. You make eye contact with Narcissa Malfoy, giving her a small nod before letting go of Draco’s hand. 

“Promise me you’ll find me. When this all over.” You said. “I promise.” He said. You leaned up and placed a deep kiss against his lips before running off, leaving him there alone.

“Y/N!” He called after. “Draco, honey, we need to go.” Narcissa told her son. “Mum, I can’t leave her.” Draco rebutted. “You can’t keep that promise to her if you’re dead, Draco.” Narcissa said, pulling her son towards the bridge. 

It was quicker than you thought it would be. A war. Voldemort was dead and now all that as left was the carnage he left behind. Fred was gone. You had walked into the Great Hall seeing the Weasleys crowd around something. Or someone. The sight had made you physically ill as George clung to you like a lifeline.

It was then the only person you had left was George and vice versa. It was funny in a way. Just how quickly your good luck had run out. Your parents and Molly always joked that you and Fred would end up together but the two of you denied it every time. He was your best friend and nothing more. And he felt the same way. At least he made it seem that way.

You were sitting on the ruins of the bridge that led to Hogwarts, your feet dangling over the edge. Your best friend was dead. Half of your year was dead. Draco was gone. You didn’t know what happened to your parents. They were apart of the Order and you wouldn’t be surprised if Death Eaters had gotten to them. 

“Y/N?” Hermione’s voice asked. You looked up and saw your friend walking towards you with Ron by her side. They sat on opposite sides of you before Hermione spoke. “You’re thinking about him aren’t you?” She asked. 

You nodded your head silently before she took your hand in hers. “I know I shouldn’t. But he didn’t want to be one of them. A-And I know I shouldn’t apologize for anything he did but,” You started. “It’s okay. You love him.” Ron said. 

You rested your head on Hermione’s shoulder as you overlooked the grounds. “I’m probably never going to see him again, aren’t I?” You questioned. “You might.” She answered. 

Draco didn’t know what to do. Every day the guilt of his actions consumed him. Of course he didn’t take a life. Especially the lives of some of his classmates. He wasn’t able to do that to people he’d known since he was 11. But he let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts that night. He was responsible for Dumbledore’s death. And that alone was eating him alive.

Also because of you. You were his number one thought every day since he left you at Hogwarts. On the days it got particularly rough, he saw your face, heard your voice and it forced him to keep going. Draco made you a promise that he’d find you and he was hell bent on keeping that promise.

And once again, Hermione was correct. You were helping George get the shop back up and running. It was hard for the both of you at first. Everything reminded you of Fred and of everything you’ve lost. But doing it together made it seem bearable. You also knew Fred wouldn’t let you and George give up that easily.

You were rearranging some small potion vials when the bell above the door rang, signaling that someone entered.

“How may I help you?” George asked the customer. “I was hoping to talk with Y/N.” The customer answered. Your head snapped in that direction and you saw Draco standing in front of George. 

You didn’t think you’d see Draco again after he left with his mother. George nudged you towards your estranged lover and left the two of you alone, going to the office to give you some space. 

“I promised I’d find you.” He said, breaking the silence. “Y-You did.” You stammered. He made the first move, moving to get closer to you. You were the one who closed the gap between the two of you, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re the only thing that kept me going.” He whispered into your ear. 

“I love you. So much.” You cried into his shoulder. “I love you too.” He whispered. The two of you stayed that way for what felt like an eternity to you, but only a few minutes. “I’m sorry about, Fred.” He added quietly. He felt your body tense as you held on to him tighter.

Draco was the first to let go when he realized he had never actually stepped foot in the Weasley’s joke shop until then.

You saw the curious expression on his face as he took in the surroundings. “Would you like me to show you around?” You asked with a small smile.

Draco looked down at you and nodded his head as your hand slipped into his. You dragged him all around the store that you were oh so proud of, opening him up to a world of happiness and laughter he had never known before. Not until he met you.

As you showed him all the various pranks and jokes, George watched with a happy but bittersweet smile on his face. He looked down at the picture of him, Fred and yourself before he looked back to you and Draco.

“Don’t worry, Freddie. She’ll be okay.”

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Soul Surfer 11

AN: last chapter of soul surfer! this is the ‘epic’ finale and i hope you all like it! just wanna say a quick thank you to those who have been so invested in this story! it means so much that people actually like this! an epilogue is coming and then those little blurbs with violet and jj!

Again: rafe is not canon in this story!!!

Violet had driven her and JJ back to her house, after spending the night on the beach. Neither wanted to go home and Violet didn’t want hear the questions from all of her friends.

She knew sooner or later she was going to have to talk to her father about what she found out but she was ultimately trying to avoid that conversation.

The two teens stepped into the house and saw Nick and Violet’s father seated at the kitchen counter.

“Violet Elliot you scared the hell out of me! Where have you been?” Her dad lectured as he pulled her in to a bone crushing hug.

“I was uh, playing Nancy Drew.” She joked. Rob looked from his daughter then to JJ, hoping for some sort of explanation. “We found out that Vivienne was using Ward Cameron to get her parental rights back. All while committing fraud.” Violet explained. “What are you talking about?” Rob asked. 

Violet ran a hand through her hair as she sighed. “Mom told Ward that she was the heiress of an oil family, had loads of money and was going to make Ward a shareholder or something. So then he’d use his fancy lawyer and all his money to get her parental rights back.” She explained. 

“That explains a lot. She asked me to get her a fake ID once but I said no.” Nick interjected. “See? She’s literally a psycho, dad. Can we call the police?” Violet asked. “Vi, this is serious. Odds are Ward Cameron called the police the second you told him your mother stole money from him.” Rob said. 

The four were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. All heads turned towards the front door, everyone completely silent. “Violet, honey, I know you’re home.” Vivienne’s voice rang from the other side. 

Eyes fell on Violet as she clenched her jaw. “Violet, don’t.” Nick said. She marched towards the front door and opened it and if looks could kill Vivienne would be six feet under. 

“You have some nerve showing up here. After trying to take me away from my dad and make me break up with my boyfriend.” She snapped. “Violet, let me explain.” Vivienne said. “No. You don’t need to explain anything, Vivienne. I know the truth. You have been and always will be a terrible mother and you are going to jail.” Violet said. 

“You have no proof. You just overheard a boy who has a crush on you.” Vivienne rebutted. “I’m sure Ward has proof. And Rafe wants my forgiveness so I’m sure I can get some.” Violet countered. 

Rob walked closer to JJ and placed a hand on his shoulder. “How about you go back to your friends? Just in case this gets messy.” He said quietly. “But I-“ JJ started, not wanting to leave Violet.

“She’ll be okay, don’t worry.” Rob interrupted. JJ was hesitant at first but then nodded his head and slipped out the back door of the house.

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It had been over a week since anyone had last spoken to Violet. Her and JJ’s last in person interaction had been the one at her house and no ones heard from her since. Except her and JJ frequently texted one another.

Of course there were rumors. Some say the FBI came to the house and arrested Vivienne on site. Others say Violet and her father packed up and moved again to get away from Vivienne.

But JJ didn’t believe that. He knew the truth. He was the only one who knew what was actually going on.

The Elliot’s finally went to court. The judge heard about Vivienne’s illegal attempt to get her daughter back and pushed up the court date.

Turns out Vivienne hadn’t been paying child support so she got felony charges as well as committing credit card fraud and tax fraud. Point was, she was going to the state prison for a very long time. And Rob got full and official custody of Violet.

But once that was over, Violet was free to return to her normal life with her friends.

JJ had the idea to throw a party at the Boneyard to celebrate the end of Vivienne’s reign of terror. No one knew why he had the sudden urge to party when his girlfriend was AWOL but John B thought it would help him feel better.

“I still don’t understand why we’re having a party when Violet’s basically missing.” Kiara commented as she helped carry kegs to the beach. “She’s not missing, trust me. I know where she is.” JJ replied.

“You’ve known where she’s been this entire time and you haven’t told us?” Pope questioned. “She told me not to until everything was sorted out.” JJ answered. “So that means everything is sorted out then?” Kiara asked. “Yeah. Hence the party. Don’t know if she’s going to be here but we’re going to celebrate for her.” JJ explained.

Though he knew Violet was going to be there but it was a surprise to everyone else. Mainly the Pogues.

Violet was back at home, getting herself ready for the party at the beach. “Well this is eerily familiar.” Ron commented, leaning against his daughter’s doorway.

“Except the devil incarnate isn’t here to ruin it.” Violet said. “You don’t have to worry about her anymore. So please try to live your life.” Rob told her. “I plan on it. We can go back to Sunday morning surf sessions, making banana pancakes on Saturday’s. All of our traditions. Especially now that Nick’s here.” Violet said.

Rob smiled at his daughter before placing a kiss on her forehead. “I’m proud of you, Vi. You haven’t had it easy and yet you still have that shocking amount of optimism.” He said. “I get it from you.” She said.

“Now go have fun, kiddo.” He told her. Violet smiled up at her father before exiting her bedroom and walking out of the house.

The party at the Boneyard was in full swing. People JJ didn’t even know were there but all he cared about was searching for Violet. “Who could you possibly be looking for?” John B asked his best friend. 

“Uh, just making sure Rafe and those Kooks don’t show up.” JJ lied. John B bought it in enough time to turn around when JJ spotted Violet. Though they were at a party, he wanted her all to himself. 

He slipped away from the group and made his way towards the brunette girl. The second he reached her, JJ wrapped his arms tightly around his girlfriend. Afraid that if he let she’d slip through his fingers again. 

“I missed you so much.” He said quietly. “I missed you too. Two weeks on the mainland was two weeks too long.” Violet said. “I love you, you know that?” JJ asked. “Yes. And I love you too.” She replied. 

Before she could mention the party, his lips were on hers in an instant. They both were touch starved and physical tough was definitely Violet’s love language and not being able to do that for so long, made her feel terrible. 

“Violet? Is that you?” Pope’s voice interrupted the two. “Remind me to kill Pope.” JJ said. Violet laughed at her blonde boyfriend before she was basically tackled by her friends. “Where the hell have you been? Do you know miserable Sarah and I were without you?” Kiara asked. 

“It’s a long story and I’ll explain later but now, we’re at a party so let’s just have fun.” Violet answered. 

And did her friends deliver. It had been a while since they were just able to have fun together without any drama getting in the way. 

Violet was having the best time and she didn’t think anything could ruin it. That was until she spotted Rafe walking on to the scene.

She still hadn’t had the courage to speak to him. And she didn’t even do anything wrong, it was all his doing. Yet there was no attempt from him to make things right between the two of them.

JJ followed his girlfriend’s gaze and spotted the Kook he hated across the beach. “I’ll be right back.” He announced. “JJ,” Violet started. “I’m just gonna talk to him. No fighting, I promise.” JJ said.

The girl gave him a skeptical look but let him go anyways.

“What are you doing here, Cameron?” JJ asked. “I wanted to apologize. I’ve been a dick and I’m not proud of my behavior. I’ve been clean for a while. I realized the coke made me act all crazy. That and wanting to please my dad. So I’m sorry.” Rafe answered.

“I don’t think I’m the one you need to apologize too. Violet defended you. A lot. Even when your own sister didn’t. And you screwed her over. If anyone deserves this apology, it’s her.” JJ replied. “She won’t talk to me.” Rafe rebutted. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I will go get her for you. Just, don’t screw anything up.” The Pogue said.

Rafe gave him a grateful look before he went to go get Violet.

“Vi, come with me.” JJ instructed her. “Where are we going?” She asked. “Someone needs to talk to you.” He answered. “No, JJ, I don’t want to talk to him. He’s an ass.” Violet countered. “He’s trying to say he’s sorry for being an ass. I can’t believe I’m trying to convince someone that Rafe Cameron isn’t a dick.” JJ told her.

Violet looked from her boyfriend to Rafe before groaning. “Fine.” She said. “Five minutes. That’s all you get, Cameron.” JJ added before walking away.

“What did you want to say?” Violet asked. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wanted my dad’s approval so much that I didn’t think about how much it would hurt you. If I’m being honest, I liked you. I liked you a lot and I saw my chance to get you and I took it. I was selfish thinking that money was more important than that. I’ve been clean since that night. And I know I don’t deserve to even be your friend but if you’d let me, I’d like to try.” Rafe explained.

Violet was quiet for a moment, feeling a sense of deja vu as Rafe stood in front of her.

“How many times have we been here, Rafe? I’d say this is your third attempt at an apology. And you hurt me and the people I love the first two times. How can I trust you’re not going to do it again?” She questioned.

“This time, I promise you, I won’t mess it up. Not again.” He said. Again, she went quiet. “Okay. I forgive you, Rafe. Please don’t make me regret it.” Violet finally said.

Violet could see Rafe’s shoulder fall in relief at her words.

“Okay, your five minutes is up. Violet, let’s go.” JJ interrupted. “Can Rafe join us? He also needs to apologize to everyone else.” She asked her boyfriend.

JJ was hesitant for a moment. But if Rafe didn’t even try to pick a fight with him, why shouldn’t he give him a chance?

He nodded his head before turning to Rafe. “You try to take her from me and I will kill you.” He threatened. “I just want to be friends. That’s it.” Rafe said.

The Pogues were skeptical at first. Forgiving Rafe and being ‘friends’ with him didn’t seem like something they could do. Sarah was on board with it. She had noticed a change in her older brother after what went down with him and Violet. Violet was making him a better person and for that Sarah was grateful.

It was going to take multiple trial runs for Rafe to be redeemed in the rest of their eyes. But they figured an apology was a good start.

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The party was well over and JJ and Violet were laying on her balcony, staring up at the stars.

Violet was pointing out the different constellations she knew, thinking that JJ was actually listening to her. But he was caught up in his own world as he looked at her.

“What are you staring at?” Violet laughed. “You. How beautiful you are and I don’t know how the hell you agreed to be with me.” He answered.

“Do you wanna know why?” She asked. JJ furrowed his eyebrows but nodded. He wasn’t expecting her to actually tell him. “Because you feel like home. I feel safe and content when I’m with you. Like nothing bad can happen to me when I’m with you.” Violet said.

JJ couldn’t really find the words to reply to her so he leaned forward and kissed her gently. They had a lot of time to make up for but were stopped by the sound of Violet’s dad’s voice.

“Dad entering the room, please stop whatever you’re doing.” Rob announced. JJ closed his eyes momentarily, at the second time him and Violet were interrupted.

“What’s up dad?” Violet asked, sitting up. “I’ve been doing some thinking. Since JJ spends almost every night here anyways, I redid the guest room for him.” Rob started.

Violet and JJ exchanged a look, neither aware to the fact Rob knew JJ had been sneaking into Violet’s room.

“I don’t know why you can’t stay at home or why you sneak in at ungodly hours and you don’t have to tell me but now, JJ, you’ll always have a place here. And you can stop sleeping in my daughter’s room.” He finished.

“Now no funny business. I’m too young to be a grandfather.” He joked before leaving the room.

The couple looked at each before Violet let out a small chuckle. “Looks like you don’t need to stay at John B’s anymore.” She said. “I can’t believe your dad actually offered me the guest room.” JJ said.

“He has a feeling something is going on at home but he doesn’t want to push or pry. You’ll tell him when you feel like you need to. He just wants you to have a safe place.” Violet said.

“Your dad likes me that much?” JJ laughed. “Yes, believe it or not he does.” The girl next to him replied. “Well thank god I treat his daughter so well.” JJ teased.

JJ felt at ease in that moment. Understanding what Violet said about feeling safe with the other person. Feeling as if nothing can touch him as long as he was with her. He was at peace with himself.

Being with her as she quickly pointed out more stars and constellations and telling what planet was where. It was a perfect moment for him.

A perfect moment for the boy who hasn’t had an ounce of peace in years.

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i’m obsessed with violet and rob they’re such a hippie family i just love it

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Your political beliefs absolutely do reflect who you are as a person. End of.

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Late Fees // D.M.

Summary: Draco moves to a sleepy village after the war, wanting some time away. To keep himself busy and his mind occupied – away from the terrors lying in wait – he volunteers at the local library. There, he meets all sorts of characters. Mrs Taylor who has a love for trashy romance novels, Mr. Roth who is more than happy to be left alone with his books, and you.

A/N: A Librarian AU that absolutely no-one asked for.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of food and drink, mentions of nightmares, flirting, pining, cuteness

Word count: 7k (this got away with me)

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this made my heart MELT🥺