fred on fred

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そんなこんなでやっと先日ティムとフレッドが結婚&結婚式しました。
結婚式初めてさせたけど楽しいしかわいかったです。今後もあまりやる機会もない気するので色々作ったり飾ったりして楽しみました。
帽子も作ったんだけどどちらも似合わなくて没でした。残念。
とりあえず結婚まで見守るて目標のカップルだったんだけど気に入ってるので子供をティーンにすることを次の目標にして見てようかと思います。
加齢オフなのでティーンにするタイミングを育ちの特質全部付けられる段階とかにしようかと思うけど多分自律任せ気味だと無理かなー

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Requested by anonymous (edited)

”That’s amazing!” Fred exclaimed once you turned back into a human. You couldn’t help but smile at how accepting he was. In all honestly you thought Fred would be just a tony bit freaked that you were an animagus who could transform into a fox, however he was acting like it was the coolest thing ever.

”I’m so happy you like it as much as I do” you chuckled. Keeping this secret was killing you so it was so comforting to finally have it off your chest. You trusted that Fred would keep your secret as well.

”You know what’s funny?” Fred continued, rubbing his chin and raising an eyebrow.

”What?”.

”It may be just a coincidence but my patronus just so happens to be a fox” Fred let out a laugh “weird”.

Your eyes went wide at this.
“Fred… that’s not just a coincidence…”.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Tightrope : Cheryl Blossom

 request: Cherylxfem!reader Where Cheryl has a huge crush on the reader and her friends tease her about it all the time. R has no idea and is totally clueless until Cheryl asks her on a date to pops and it just ends with Cheryl kissing the Reader

requested by: anonymous

a/n: Hi love, I really hope this is what you wanted. Enjoy. xx, aubree

warnings: none.

word count: 571

(gif not mine)

edited  /  not edited

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by hellomadelene

Y/N sat with Betty and Veronica waiting for practice to start. Cheryl admired the y/h/c haired Vixen, longing to be next to her, to just be in her presence. 

“Why don’t you take a picture, Cheryl? It’ll last longer.” Josie suggested.

“Can it, pussycat.” Cheryl snapped. Sighing, she looked at Josie, “Sorry.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Maybe you should ask her out. Lord knows she has no clue that you’ve been flirting with her for the past four months.” Josie laughed.

Cheryl got to her feet, “Alright, Vixens. Let’s get started.” 

After practice, Y/N was laughing along with Veronica, “Well obviously, if anyone could turn Archie into a good boyfriend, it’d be you, V.” 

“He is a good boyfriend. He just–I don’t know how to explain it.” She just smiled, checking her hair in the small mirror in my locker.

“This isn’t fair.” Y/N looked to Betty, “You and Jughead are literal goals and V, you and Arch are a serious power couple. And me? I am the lonely, pathetic fifth wheel.”

“You’ll find someone,” Betty assured.

“Yeah, when?” Y/N closed her locker door.

“Ladies.” Cheryl’s voice catching the girls’ attention. 

“Hi, Cheryl.” Y/N smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Betty, Veronica, can I have a moment with Y/N please.” 

Veronica smiled knowingly, “She is all yours.”

As the two girls walked away, Y/N leaned against the lockers, “What’s up?”

“You are coming with me to Pop’s tonight.” Cheryl declared.

“I am, am I?” Y/N looked towards the floor, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. 

“Well, only if you want to.” 

“I do.” 

Cheryl grinned, “Are you ready?”

“Oh, right now? Um yeah, let me just tell Betty and Veronica I’m leaving with you instead.” Y/N exited the locker room finding B and V sitting on a bench waiting for her, “Change of plans, I am going to Pop’s with Cheryl. Catch you guys later, yeah?”

“Oh my god, is it a date?” Veronica questioned.

“Oh, uh, I don't know.” Y/N looked down at her outfit, “I’m not dressed for a date. Oh my god, is this a date?”

Betty put her hand on Y/N shoulder, “Y/N, calm down you look great. If this is a date, you’ll be fine. You like Cheryl anyway, maybe it will work out in your favor.” 

“Ready, Y/N?” Cheryl asked, walking up next to the three girls.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Cheryl and Y/N had been at Pop’s for over an hour now, talking and laughing about anything and everything. 

“Wait, so you can actually walk on a tightrope?” Cheryl giggled at the thought.

“Yeah.” Y/N laughed, “My dad used to own this little indoor trampoline place that had a tightrope over a foam pit. I would go all the time because I was determined to be able to walk the tightrope without holding onto the rope.”

“Impressive.” Cheryl took a sip of the milkshake they were sharing, “I guess I should get you home. It is getting late.”

“Too bad. I’m having a lot of fun.”

The girls got into Cheryl’s car and headed towards Y/N’s house. When they arrived, Cheryl walked Y/N to her front door.

“Thanks for tonight.”

Wasting no more time, Cheryl leaned in, pressing her lips to Y/N’s, who quickly reciprocated. As she pulled away, Cheryl sighed, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Y/N watched Cheryl walk down the steps and towards her car, a smiling dancing on her lips, “Goodnight, Cheryl.”


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3人+ロボで行った釣り場を広い区画に移してキャンプ場ぽく変更して4人+ロボで遊びに行かせたログです。秋MOD本当綺麗だなー。
1泊で行ったんだけど1日目ティムが料理できる魚釣れなくて夜はロボが肉焼いてました。2日目昼すぎにやっとバスゲット。ロボに焼いてもらって食べました。アウトドアあれば多分食べられる魚増える+たき火で焼けるみたいなのでアウトドア欲しくなりました。
ペットボトルロケットは目線で追うだけだったのでリアクション欲しい。

What i have learned with Freddie

- I’ve learned to be myself, no matter what others may think. I used to be so worried about other’s opinion about me, about what I would dress like.. I never followed trends, but I was uncomfortable sometimes being myself aware of others “approval/disapproval look”. Now, I walk outside listening to my fave songs in my earplugs and sing out loud and you know what? ‘fuck everybody else’ (Mercury, 1985)

- after that, everything became easier, I feel more loose with things. It is not difficult anymore for me to decide what I want to do. Just go and do it. It should always have been like this

What about you? What have changed in your life since you took Freddie as a role model, or inspiration?

Old Flames

Summary: You arrive back in your once hometown of Riverdale with the Winchesters in order to work a case just across Sweetwater river, hearing about the case from an old friend from your past. Not knowing what exactly they’re walking into, Sam and Dean get to encounter some blasts from your past. Including the one and only FP Jones.

A/N: So this is my first time writing anything for Riverdale and I wanted to do a crossover fic, I hope it’s to your liking. Please let me know if I should continue this because I did very much enjoy writing this. 

Word Count: 5534

Warnings: None really, maybe some cussing. Brief mention of cheating (Not on the Reader)

Pairings: FP Jones/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader (Platonic), Dean Winchester (Platonic, Maybe), Fred Andrews (Platonic)


Arriving back to your hometown hadn’t been what you were originally expecting. Granted it wasn’t a leisure trip that brought you back to the strange town of Riverdale. Being a hunter had the perks of allowing you to travel all over the country, but with the cost of living out of motels practically your entire life. You were raised in the life much like the other hunters you’ve met over the years. Riverdale had become practically like a home base for your family when you were born, although more often times than not you stayed in random hotel rooms, this was home to you. You went to school here, you had your first date and love here, you had a nearly normal life here. Well, as normal as it could get being a southside serpent in your late teens and dating one of the leaders of the gang. What could you say, you liked excitement, even in your normalcy.

You had learned about a hunt nearby Riverdale from one of your close friends, who happened to be a hunter as well. Him and his brother had been in your life since you were a kid, often times being stuck together in your uncle’s home for weeks at a time when your parents decided to hunt together. Although you had lost touch while in your teen years, you had run into them on a hunt and all decided to work together since then. The Winchesters were practically family, the only family you had left. Your uncle always liked to remind you that family didn’t end in blood, and after all you’ve been through, you’ve learned to live by that.

You pulled up to the hotel you would be staying at with the boys and waited until you saw the black beauty that was the Impala pull into the parking lot. You lived with the boys in their bunker but often times decided to drive separate because having two cars often made things easier on all of you. Hearing the engine before seeing the car, you quickly turned your own off and stepped out to greet them when they pulled in.

As they pulled up you couldn’t help but smile at the two large men in the front seat. You’d be a full not to admit they were both insanely attractive, although you never had anything more than platonic friendship with either of them. You considered the younger brother your best friend and practically your own brother, you could confide in him and more often than not got along with him better than the other. If you were being honest, you did have a crush on the older of the two when you were younger and when you reunited years later, you admitted to yourself he grew up nicely.

“It’s nice of you to finally join me, you’re losing your touch with age Dean,” you smirked at you saw the older Winchester get out of the car.

“Sweetheart, you know that in any given situation Baby would beat your beast,” he pointed behind you at your 2010 silver Corvette.

“Just because he’s not a classic doesn’t mean you need to be mean,” you patted the hood of your car. “He’s just jealous that Baby isn’t as fast as you,” you whispered to your car.

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes, making his way back to the trunk of his car, just as the other Winchester made his way out of the car. “You want me to make sure and get a separate room for you guys?” he asked, watching as you laid your head against the hood.

“Shut up Sammy,” you growled, flipping him off.

“I don’t know who’s worse, you or him,” he pointed his thumb towards his older brother before making his way towards the front doors of the hotel.

“I heard that!” Dean yelled after his brother.

Chuckling to yourself you made your way to the passenger side of your car, where you kept your duffel and opened the door. “Not our fault we love our babies,” you said to Dean.

You bent down into your car to grab your things and didn’t hear or see him make his way over to you. When he spoke he nearly scared you to death. “One more deserving of love then the other,” he chuckled as you jumped, standing straight up and backing into him, not realizing how close he was. “Easy there, jumpy.”

“Shut up,” you hissed grabbing your bag quickly and pushing him away from you. “Why do you always have to pull this shit?”

“Because you’re too easy to scare and it’s funny. I don’t know how you can be a hunter when you’re so jumpy,” he laughed, poking your sides.

You slapped his hands away and scoffed. Ever since you were kids he was always the one who picked on you, which is the biggest reason you didn’t get along with him as well as you did his brother. “Simple, I am the better hunter. Doesn’t matter if I get jumpy or not,” you smirked at him while you shut the door of your corvette. “Don’t forget who saved your ass last week, because you didn’t want to wait for Sam and I.”

“Not my fault you were to busy flirting with witnesses,” he grumbled, swiping your bag from your hands and walked towards the hotel.

You scoffed at him and quickly followed him, making sure to lock your car before getting too far. “Excuse me?” you said with a scowl on your face. “I wasn’t the one flirting with anyone during the last case, Mr. Casanova. Considering you went home with the victim’s sister before we left.”

You both made your way inside of the lobby of the hotel, stopping for a moment you looked around at the hotel you once stayed in before you parents bought your house. Not much had changed, it looked as though maybe they repainted but everything else remained the same. To caught up in the nostalgia you barely heard Dean’s response.

“You were flirting with the dude, purposefully wearing those tight clothes and showing off your cleavage,” he continued walking over to Sam who was waiting by a staircase.

“First off,” you huffed and ran after him. “That outfit was my only clean FBI get up, secondly, you weren’t complaining before he took interest.”

He scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes, pushing Sam’s bag against his chest when you both made it over to the youngest of the three of you. “Whatever.”

“Did I miss something?” Sam asked, taking his bag and looking down at you with his signature puppy dog like eyes.

“Your brother seems to be the jealous type,” you giggled slightly when you saw Dean’s face redden slightly, even if you were only kidding.

“Right,” Sam pursed his lips. “So they only had one room left, which was shocking considering how empty the place seems to be,” he stated as he began to walk up the steps.

You pursed your lips in thought for a moment what may be happening, then you remembered what had recently happened in town and scratched your head. “When I spoke to my old friend, he said there had been a murder recently, one of biggest families around here. Maybe people are in town for that,” you shrugged.

“And who exactly is your friend?” Dean asked, giving you a side glance as you both followed Sam to the second floor, where your room was located.

You cleared your throat and tried to think about how you were going to answer this. “I went to school with them when I was here, I’m surprised you didn’t figure that part out.”

They both nodded as you made your way to the door of your hotel room. “You still speak to them after all these years?”

“Of course,” you smiled slightly thinking of them. “We were very close.”

Sam quickly opened the door and you all stepped inside the room, it was decently sized with two double beds, a large couch, a small table and chairs, and a flat screen on the opposite wall of the beds. “Were they from a family of hunters too?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow at you as he set his things on the far bed.

“No,” you answered back quickly.

“And yet, they were the ones who informed you of the case?” Dean asked.

“Yes, I told them what I was and at first they thought I was crazy,” you laughed slightly. “Until they had a run in with a vamp, I made them promise not to start hunting but to let me know if there was ever anything strange happening around here,” you shrugged. “At least, stranger than normal.”

Sam nodded and smiled at you knowingly. He knew who your friend was, but you didn’t want Dean to know. He was always way to protective of you and if he knew your friend wasn’t just in  a gang but the leader he’d be pissed. You confided with Sam about your life in Riverdale quite often, especially when you spent a couple of years away from your family and hunting when he went to college. He knew about your relationship at the time with gang and even how much you cared for the leader. Sam understood what it was like to be in love but he also made sure that you promised to be safe. Much like the younger Winchester you were only brought back into hunting due to the death of someone you cared about. Your parents had been killed by demons because of your affiliation with the Winchesters. He hated you went a joined a gang but understood that it may have been safer to do that then to continue hunting, even if you were doing it just for the man you loved.

Sighing loudly Dean threw his bag on the other bed and looked at you. “Well, you’re a native, where’s a good place to get a drink and a good burger around here?”

You pursed your lips and looked at him thoughtfully. “Unfortunately it’s one or the other Dean-o, the best place for burgers don’t have adult beverages, unless Pop’s changed the menu,” you shrugged and placed your bag on the bed next to Sams. It was an unspoken agreement you and him had, if there were enough beds, you would share with him. He knew how much you hated sleeping on couches from having to do it often when you were younger so he never made you, the only time he said anything to you about it is when he practically forced you to sleep in the bed with him.

Dean huffed and thought for a moment. “Food first, adult beverages second.”

You smirked slightly, grabbing your wallet from your duffel and shoved it into your jacket. “Alright, let’s go.”

“We’re taking my car, (Y/N/N),” Dean said, walking past you and out the still open door.

You glared at his retreating figure as Sam came up beside you. “One of these days, I’m going to stab him in his stupid face,” you grumbled.

Sam chuckled and placed his arm around your shoulders. “We both know you could.”

Sitting in the back seat of the Impala wasn’t your favorite activity in the world, especially when Dean would purposefully take extra sharp turns to make you fall over the place. “One of these days you’re going to kill me,” you groaned as you sat up from falling off the seat.

“Better me than a monster,” he smirked as he pulled into the parking lot of Pop’s.

“Well this is-,” Sam started looking up at the diner.

“This is the home of the world’s best milkshakes,” you smiled and quickly got out the car, you couldn’t help but show how excited you were. It had been years since you’ve been in town and even longer since you’ve been into Pop’s. “Keep up, slow pokes,” you smirked, turning around and walking backwards as you spoke to them.

Sam chuckled deeply as he watched you act like a little kid again, he remembered how much you spoke about this place. You had a part time job as a waitress here at one point when you had stopped hunting. He also remembered how upset you were when you just had to pack up and leave, barely giving anyone an explanation. “Careful, shorty,” he yelled after you, not far behind.

“I’m a big bad hunter, I’m always car-” you were cut off as you ran into something firm, nearly falling from the collision.

“Careful,” you heard a deep raspy voice say.

“Sorry, I’m normally not this clumsy,” you laughed at yourself as you turned around to face the man who caught you, only to be greeted by a very familiar face. “Fred?” your eyes opened widely as you saw one of your high school best friends standing in front of you after a very long time.

“(Y/N)?” he furrowed his brow in question but as you nodded his face quickly changed to a very happy expression. He quickly embraced you, not giving you a chance to say anything else.

“It’s good to see you too,” you choked out, hugging him back.

“What are you doing here?” he asked looking down at you as he pulled away.

“In town on business, well business in Greendale,” you shrugged smiling at your old friend. “Figured I’d come see how my hometown was doing in the process, maybe see some familiar faces.”

“Well it’s great to see you,” he chuckled. “I never even really had a chance to say goodbye to you before you left.”

“I know, I know,” you said sadly. “It was sudden and I’m sorry.”

He ran hand against his chin and nodded. “Well, it’s been a long time all is forgiven. At least on my part.”

You nodded and looked at your feet, running a hand through your hair. You were about to speak when you heard someone clear their voice behind you, turning you were met with the scowling face of Dean Winchester and the sympathetic look of Sam Winchester. “Right, Fred,” you looked back at your old friend. “This is Sam and Dean Winchester,” you moved your hand in the direction of the boys. “They’re old family friends of mine and business partners.”

Fred nodded and held his hand for each of them to shake. Sam took his hand happily, but Dean was a little reluctant in doing so. “(Y/N), and I were best friends in school,” he looked at the boys, more specifically Dean, noticing his protective demeanor.

Dean raised an eyebrow and looked down at you, silently asking if this was the friend you were talking about, but you quickly shook your head no. He nodded and looked back at Fred. “Nice to meet you,” he said through slightly gritted teeth.

“You as well,” he grinned slightly at them before looking back at you. “So uh, I gotta ask. Does he know you’re here?”

You sighed softly but nodded. “Yes, he knows. And just so you know, he and I are on decent enough terms.”

Fred shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Figured I’d ask is all, he was broken up about you leaving for years.”

You swallowed thickly and rubbed your hands together. “I know, so was I,” you paused but before anyone could respond you moved towards the door to Pop’s. “But I for one am famished after the long drive and I know you two are as well,” you said pointing at the boys. “You’re welcome to join us Fred, we can catch up some more.”

He nodded. “I’d love to, actually was about to head in myself when you ran into me,” he laughed following you, the Winchesters close behind.

“Perfect,” you smiled and turned to throw the door open and walked in. “Place hasn’t changed a bit.”

“Well, there was some renovations done, but yeah not much,” Fred responded, placing a hand on your shoulder. “There’s an open booth over there,” he nodded his head towards a corner booth and lead you to it.

Fred chose to sit next to you, leaving Sam and Dean to sit together on the other side. Dean looked almost upset by it, maybe he was just upset because he had to share a seat with Sam when he normally sat by himself. “I’m feeling nostalgic,” you laughed and looked at the boys. “Best milkshakes I have ever had here.”

“Well with how much we travel, I’ll take your word for it,” Sam smiled at you as Dean just kept an unreadable expression on his face.

You turned to look back at friend. “So what’s been happening with Fred Andrews?”

“Well, I own my own construction company here in town,” he smiled and looked over to another booth in the restaurant. “Mary and I got married, had a son. His name is Archie.”

“Is he the redhead over at that table?” you pointed in the direction he was looking.

“How did you figured?” he laughed.

“Mary had red hair just like that,” you laughed. “How is she by the way?”

“Fine I guess, we separated about two years ago,” he said grimly.

“I’m so sorry,” you rested your hand over his in a calming matter, missing how Dean’s eyes flared with anger.

“I’m over it,” he said dryly.

You nodded not wanting to say anything more about the subject and noticed an all too familiar woman walking towards your table. “Is that Hermione?” you asked quietly, making sure she didn’t hear you.

Fred nodded not wanting to verbally respond as she stopped at the table. “Hey Fred, who are your friends,” she eyed the boys up, a little too much for your comfort considering how much you disliked this woman and her husband.

You noticed her uniform and realized she was your waitress, you did not expect that at all. When you had known her she was snobby and a part of the upper class society formed in this small town. Raising your lip in annoyance you cleared your throat. “You mean you don’t recognize me?” you smirked when she looked at you. “I mean sure, I’ve packed on a few more muscles, changed my hair, and am sitting with three very attractive men, but I didn’t change much,” you looked at the boys sitting across from you, noticing Dean’s signature smirk grow at your comment. “You sure didn’t change much at all,” you smiled sweetly at her.

“(Y/N)?” her eyebrows practically raised to her hairline as she looked at you, really looked at you.

You saw Fred raise his hand to his mouth to cover up a laugh that he quickly covered up with a cough, Sam and Dean watching in amusement at your interaction with the attractive woman. “Took you long enough,” you rolled your eyes at her. You had hated her from the moment she left Fred for her current incarcerated husband, Hiram Lodge. Douchebag among douchebags. Your Riverdale contact made sure to keep you posted about all the weird things, even simple things such as that.

She scoffed at that and lifted her notepad. “What can I get you guys?” she looked directly at Fred, now avoiding eye contact.

Fred turned to face you, no longer needing to contain his laughter. “The usual?” he raised his eyebrow.

“You really remember?” you smiled at him.

“Of course, it was practically the only thing you would ever eat,” he smirked at you.

“Then please, you may have the honor of ordering my meal,” you moved your hand in the direction of Hermione.

“Two bacon cheeseburgers, everything on them. One chocolate milkshake and one strawberry,” he said as Hermione wrote down the order.

Looking over at the Winchesters she cocked an eyebrow, eyeing up Dean. “And for you handsome?”

‘Oh here we go’ you thought rolling your eyes as Dean looked over at you questioningly. “He’ll have the same, but by chance did Pop’s start serving beer?” you asked, considering you didn’t have any menus. You knew what he liked.

“Nope, still living in the heyday, no booze,” Hermione laughed.

“Then I’ll just have a chocolate shake,” he said in his rough voice, causing her eyes to open a bit wider. She must not have expected it, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. You looked at him through the corner of your eye, and noticed him still looking at you.

“Alright,” she said, writing his order. “And for you sweetie?” she looked at Sam.

“He’ll have a garden salad, dressing on the side. With a coke to drink?” you looked at Sam as you spoke out his order.

“Yeah, that,” he smiled and pointed at you.

“Rabbit food,” Dean muttered, cringing slightly.

“Alright, I’ll get your orders right in,” she winked at the boys and walked back over to the counter.

“I guess I wasn’t the only one who knew someone else’s order,” Fred commented looking over at you.

“Yeah,” you laughed dryly and scratched your head. “We’re on the road a lot, so we kind of live off of diner food,” you shrugged.

“Not to mention we’ve known each other since we were what,” Dean paused. “Like 7?”

“Yeah something like that,” you pursed your lips. “Sammy would have only been like 3.”

“Well then I wouldn’t remember that,” Sam said looking at you from his spot across the table. “I just know I’ve always known you.”

You smiled sweetly and pushed on his leg with your foot. “And you’ve loved every moment of it.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed. “You’re hard not to love,” he shrugged and looked at Dean briefly.

You just shrugged as well and leaned on Fred slightly. “So what else has been happening as of late?”

“Well,” he pursed his lips in thought. “You heard about the Blossoms son right?”

“I think I read an some about it yes, do they have an idea who may have done such a thing?” you felt someone’s foot hit yours, so you kicked it away.

“They have some ideas, but I’m sure you wouldn’t like the answer,” he looked at you and then at the boys, practically asking if they knew about your past.

Sitting back up, you sighed. “They think it was serpents, don’t they?”

“(Y/N/N), a lot of things have happened since you left, they’ve changed way to much for their own good,” he said sternly.

“Well, someone’s been withholding information,” you said staring off to the table where Fred’s son had been sitting.

“He probably just didn’t want to concern you,” Fred shrugged watching Hermione come back over to your table with the drinks.

“There you are,” she set the milkshakes and Sam’s coke down in front of you all. “Your food should be done soon.”

“Thanks,” Sam muttered, taking a drink of his soda. She just nodded and walked away.

“What exactly are the serpents?” Dean asked, trying to get your attention, but you just kept staring off at that table. Your gaze glued on a young man sittin next to Archie. He looked so familiar but different at the same time, if only you could see his hair under the crowned beanie. “Sweetheart,” Dean kicked your leg softly under the table.

“Huh, what?” you blinked and looked at Dean.

“I asked what the serpents were,” he shrugged, clearly irritated at something as he stirred his milkshake.

“Oh uh,” you rubbed the back of your neck. “Their a gang,” you swallowed thickly.

“A gang,” he paused. “Like, drugs and guns?”

“Well, they weren’t always like that,” you mumbled as you looked back over at Sam who seemed overly interested with a straw wrapper.

“And how exactly would you know?” he raised an eyebrow in question.

“Well,” you paused trying to think of a good answer, you really didn’t want to tell him about how you were one of them. Practically the second in command at the time as well, you even still had your jacket back at the bunker.

Before you could answer Hermione came over with the rest of your order, which you immediately started eating to avoid answering his question. As the rest of the boys said thank you, you just continued to keep eye contact with Dean, hoping he would let it go when he took a bite of his burger.

The second he did take a bite you could swear you saw his eyes practically roll into the back of his head. “Mmm,” he moaned.

“Well?” you and Fred said in unison.

“Ahmahzin,” he muttered, you could barely understand him through the sounds of him eating his burger.

“Glad you like,” you smiled.

You all sat quietly as you finished your food, Dean hadn’t brought up the serpents again but you figured the question would come again soon. Fred was the one who finally broke the silence.

“So you said you’ve known each other since you were kids, but they didn’t live around here. How did you guys meet,” he looked between you and the boys.

You were about to answer after you finished off your chocolate shake but Sam was quicker. “Our parents worked together,” he paused making eye contact with you, you just nodded. “They often needed to be gone for long periods of time, so our parents would drop all of us off at her uncles. He was practically our uncle too,” he looked at Dean.

“When I left for a few weeks at a time while in school, it was because I went to work with my parents or when they left I was old enough to stay here by myself. So I didn’t really see them again until after my parents passed,” you shrugged. “Now I can’t get rid of them.”

Dean rolled his eyes and Sam chuckled. “So when you left, was what I heard true? You went to stay with your uncle?” Fred asked looking directly at you.

“Uh, sort of. I was alone for a long time after we graduated, when my parents died I left and really haven’t been back until now,” you looked at Fred sadly. “Sorry again for not saying goodbye.”

“Gotta do, what you gotta do,” he shrugged and looked over at his son who was still sitting with his friends. You were grateful he didn’t dig to much deeper into your life, he never really did.

You were about to say something when the opening of the front door distracted you. You had all been quiet enough to hear the bell and of course you recognized the man who walked in, how could you not. Swallowing thickly you excused yourself from the table with the excuse of using the restroom. You nearly pushed Fred to the floor trying to get up before he could see you. Sure you had spoken to him over the phone often enough, but it was always only business. He knew about your life and even tried to leave with you when you had to, but you told him no because being a hunter was something you never wanted or wished upon anyone. He was the man you were in love with, the one person you wanted a family with. The person you wanted to leave the life for, and did for a few years before your parents were murdered.

Quickly making your way to the restroom, you made sure to keep your head down and walked the long way in order to avoid him. You weren’t ready to see him. Especially after the last time you run into him, a few years after you first left when you just happened to be going through town on a solo hunt.

-Flashback-

“You can’t just leave, not again. I won’t let you,” he practically growled.

Wiping your face, trying to keep the tears from being seen you sighed. “I can’t, you have a life. You have everything we always wanted, a son, a fiance’. I won’t let you destroy that,” you sobbed looking away from him.

“But I don’t love her, (Y/N/N),” he grabbed your shoulder softly, forcing you too look at him. “He was an accident, I love him so much but not her. I’m only marrying her because of what I did,” he cupped your cheek gently. “It’s always been you.”

Choking back a sob you held his hand against your cheek. “I shouldn’t have come, I just. I needed to see you and now I don’t know what to do.”

“Stay, please. I know you have to hunt those things,” he gestured with his hand at nothing. “But you can have a home with me, I’ll leave her and we can make out own family,” he pressed his forehead to yours. “We can raised him together.”

“I ca-can’t,” you closed your eyes, being selfish and enjoying his touch one last time. “I can’t risk your life, I can’t risk his. God, I love you so much,” you didn’t realize more tears ran down your cheeks until you felt his rough thumb brush them away. “It’s easier if I just leave and never look back. This was a mistake.”

“Shh,” he hushed you and put his hand under your chin, making you look him in the eye. “I’ve missed you so damn much, I can’t stop you if you leave,” he sighed, obviously broken. “But at least give me one more night, that’s all I ask of you. Please,” he pleaded.

As you looked into his eyes something snapped inside of you and you instantly crashed your lips into his, he immediately returning the kiss. Wrapping his arms around your waist he backed you into a wall.

Clothes were quickly discarded and most of the night was spent relearning each others body. You knew it was wrong but you both needed it more then words could explain. There had been so much love that night that you almost couldn’t bare leaving again, but you needed to let him have this life. It may not have been a good life for him and his son, but at least he would be alive and able to raise him. You left that morning without saying goodbye, only leaving him a note that explained how sorry you were and how much you loved him, along with your multiple numbers of the phones you had. It had been awhile until he contacted you, which you understood, but it was only to fill you in on business. It was never a social call.

-Present-

Walking out of the bathroom you were greeted by the sight of all of your boys sitting together, including him. The sight nearly physically hurt because of how much you wished it was just a normal social gathering but it would never be the case.

Sam was the first to see you walking towards them, you weren’t sure if they knew exactly who the new man was or not. The way Sam looked at you though, you could tell he had a guess. All of the men had been laughing at something, at least until they noticed the way Sam seemed to change when he was looking over the two men across from them.

Dean was the second to notice you, he took note of the way you were walking. You seemed shy, nothing like the badass hunter he had always known. He looked from you to the two other men at the table, keeping his gaze on the new man for a moment longer before looking back at you. He noticed the way your eyes seemed to stay locked on the back of the stranger’s head, he knew right then that that was who your friend was, if you could even call it that.

Your heart had started beating faster and harder than it had ever done when you were on a hunt. He always seemed to do that to you. You could kill a demon without blinking an eye, but when it came to this man you had always been a nervous mess. He took you from a ruthless hunter to a clumsy, lover struck teenager in seconds. The moment he turned to see where the other two men had been staring, you felt you heart stop. Time almost seemed to even stop when you made eye contact with each other. He looked incredible, time had been his friend over the years. His once longer brown hair was now darker, cut much shorter, and his face was covered in peppered scruff. His chocolate brown eyes still held the same warmth that would make your heart melt, only now it held a slight hardness to them.

You watched as his adam’s apple seemed to bob, you knew he was swallowing and trying to come up with what to say, but he reverted back into that nervous young man who you had first met and flirted with all those years ago.

You both stared at one another, keeping quiet until he finally broke the silence. “(Y/N),” he said softly, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Hey FP,” you smiled sadly.

A/N: Please leave any sort of feedback or suggestions you my have for me, I also may start doing requests. Please also let me know if I should continue this!
traitor || fred weasley a.u.

A/N: Massive thank you to @rogerdvies for coming with the original idea, and so graciously letting me use it for inspiration for a fic series! I know that this a.u. might seem controversially or down right blasphemous, so get your pitchforks and torches ready. Enjoy. -Emma.xx

Based on this post here.


part i.


Spy.”

The word still rung loudly in Fred’s ears as he laid awake in his dorm, listening to the soft snores coming from the boys around him. Turning his head, he looked over at his twin that occupied the bed next to his. It was looking in a mirror, staring at the other half of him. He was nothing without his twin, and he was willing to do anything it took to protect him.

“This is for the greater good, you know this.”

Fred rolled back over so he wasn’t facing George anymore. He felt numb, experiencing so many emotions in the past twenty-four hours that he felt nothing. His head hurt, his heart hurt, everything hurt. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around how it had all happened, but it did and now he had to deal with the repercussions.

“To keep George safe is all that matters, isn’t it, Fred?”

Rubbing his hands over his eyes, Fred let out a strangled sigh. All his life he just wanted to protect his twin and keep him out of harm’s way. And with another war fast approaching, Fred knew he had to do whatever it took achieve that goal. He knew that there was another way, there had to be another way, but it was too late to go back now.

“And what about Y/N? You don’t want anything to happen to her, do you?”

“No..” Fred breathed out softly, wrapping his arms around himself and digging his fingertips into his ribs, “Not her, not George.”

Feeling the tears collecting in the corners of his eyes, he fought hard to keep the sobs back. If he woke up any of his dorm mates, he’d have to explain why he was upset. And that was the last thing he could do. He couldn’t let anyone find out what he’d done. Not if he wanted to keep those he loved most safe.

He thought back to what had happened early that day, unable to stop himself. His mind was still attempting to process what had happened, and it was doing a poor job. He knew he had been on his way to library to meet up with Y/N and George, they had Potions homework that they needed to finish for tomorrow.

“Weasley.”

Fred’s head turned, finding a Slytherin in his year beckoning him down a deserted hallway. Hesitant at first, he made sure no one was around before joining up with the Slytherin.

“What do you want?” Fed asked suspiciously, his guards raised.

“I’m here to offer you what you want the most.”

“How do you-”

“Please don’t interrupt me, and this will go much quicker,” the Slytherin said with a hard look.

Nodding in response, Fred stayed quiet. He crossed his arms, still defensive towards the Slytherin, but he could feel his walls slipping. Fred had a bit of an idea of what this might be about, and while he knew it was wrong, it was what he might have to do.

“You’re close with Potter, right?”

“Yeah, Ron’s good friends with Harry, and he’s been to the Burrow quite a bit,” Fred explained.

The Slytherin smiled, and it unnerved Fred. “Excellent. No one would ever suspect you.”

“Suspect me?” Fred repeated, the uneasy feeling crawling inside his chest and festering like an infection.

“Fred, I need you to do something. This is for the greater good, you know this. Keeping an eye on Potter and reporting back to me is the right thing,” the Slytherin said in hushed tones. “The Dark Lord will prevail in the end, Fred Weasley, you know this.”

The uneasiness latched its claws into his throat, rendering him unable to speak. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Everything in him was screaming to run away, to get as far away from this Slytherin as he could. Just make it to Y/N and George, and everything will be alright. But his legs weren’t moving.

“To keep George safe is all that matters, isn’t it, Fred?” the Slytherin insisted, reaching forward to grip Fred’s shoulders, “And what about Y/N? You don’t want anything to happen to her, do you?”

Fred felt his walls crumble to dust around him. He had to protect them, and he would do anything to achieve that. That was his purpose, his mission.

“Say the Dark Lord does fail, no one will be any wiser about this. No one has to know. But if the Dark Lord does win, Fred, you can protect them. You can save them. You know George would do the same, do anything to protect his family,” the Slytherin continued, sticking a hand out for Fred to shake.

Everything in him gave one last scream as Fred raised his hand to grip the Slytherin’s. With a wicked smile on their face, the Slytherin clapped Fred on the shoulder. “I knew you would see the truth, Fred. We’re going to do wonderful work together.”

Fred’s body convulsed at the memory, a sickness settling inside his chest. It felt wrong, everything felt wrong to him, but this was right. This was the only way to ensure Y/N and George wouldn’t be hurt, that they’d be safe.

If the Dark Lord lost, no one would know what he did. But if he won, then he’d be safe. They’d all be safe because of what he’d done. They’d understand. They’d know that he only did this because he loved them, because he couldn’t stand the thought of not having them in his life. Of them being gone.

Closing his eyes again, Fred pushed away all thoughts about what he’d done, swallowed around the uneasiness still latched in his throat. Things will get easier, he told himself, these feelings won’t last forever. He took a deep breath, slowly pushing the air back out his nose.

“You did the right thing,” he muttered to himself, rolling onto his back to stare up at the canopy above his bed, “You did the right thing.”

“Fred?”

His head snapped to the side, staring through the darkness at the bed next to his. George was propped up on one elbow, clumsily rubbing his eyes. “Is everything alright, Freddie?”

Nervous that his voice would fail him, Fred cleared his throat quietly, rubbing his own eyes. “Just couldn’t sleep. Think I’m a bit hungry.”

“Want to go on a kitchen raid?” George said sleepily, but still sounding hopeful.

“It’s almost morning, I think I’ll wait,” Fred said, trying to sound convincing.

“You sure everything’s alright?” George said, sitting up further in bed to look over at his twin.

“Positive, Georgie,” Fred replied, thanking the gods for the darkness. He had no idea what his face looked like right now, and George could pick up on anything wrong with his twin. How was he supposed to hide this from George?

“Alright, then I’m going back to bed.”

“G’night.”

“Night.”

Fred listened as his twin got comfortable again, reaffirming himself that he was doing the right thing. He wanted to ensure a lifetime for George to be able to get comfortable in his own bed, and the same for Y/N and for himself.

One day he would accept what he’d done. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week, but one day. There was no going back now. This was it. Fred Weasley was a Death Eater.

10

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Rainy days (Fred Weasley x reader)

There was a rainy day in Hogwarts, which was quite unusual for this time of the month. But lucky for you, you loved the rain. You could actually do your schoolwork for once in your lifetime. It’s not that you don’t want to do it, you just become lazy when it comes to it. And where there is a sunny day outside , there is no way you will spend it inside. So you were currently in the library. The books were open, parchment and ink laid right in front of you, rain hitting the windows and some noise coming from the winds that blew against the Hogwarts door. It was wonderful.

You sat there for almost 3 hours now, working on your essays and homework. You had no clue you were that behind, but you were almost finished with it and you weren’t gonna stop now. That was your goal until you felt something on your leg. You jumped out from the chair and looked down. A ginger boy was hidden under your table, freckles under his brown eyes and a wide grinn spread across his face. You hoped to see which house he was in, but from the circumstances you knew excatly who he was. “Bloody hell, Weasley! You want to give me a heart attack.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you love, but I am currently on the run.” he replied, his head popping out of the table and turning left and right.

“And where is your other partner in crime?” you said, still not knowing which of them is which.

“Georgie left me to die. I told him we should go to a library and he ran up to the Astronomy tower. That git.” That makes him Fred, you thought. Suddenly the library door opened and another tall ginger came bursting in. His face was almost as red as his hair, his fists clenched against his body and his shirt, full of holes.“ Come sit back down. Pretend everything is normal.” he whispered to you.

You slowly walked back to your seat and whispered down. “What will I get in return?”

“ Well… I could think of a few ways.” grinned Fred.

“I was more thinking more of…oh I don’t know…. do my school work for about two weeks.” you started to bargain.

“You must be mad. I don’t even do my schoolwork, you think I’ll do someone else’s.” his voice a bit louder.

Ron suddenly noticed you, sitting there. It was quite suspicious to him, that you were talking to yourself. He walked over and you looked up from your book, which you were reading. “Hello Ronald. What are you doing here? Are we on for tutoring?”

“No. No” he replied, his red face looking left and right.

You looked down to his shirt, torn and full with holes. “What happened to you?” you asked.

“My brothers happened. Did you see them?” he asked, coming a bit closer and jumping up and down from rage.

“ I don’t know. You know I have been pretty busy with this schoolwork. I didn’t really pay attention to my surroundings. I have no idea how I will go through with it for the next two weeks.” you hinted down on Fred.

Fred rolled his eyes. I mean the fact that his little brother has a bad temper and that he just blew him up, he was sure he would be dead. But also he would rather be dead than do school for two weeks.

“So? Did you see them?” asked Ron, confused.

“If I saw one of them, what excatly are you going to do to him?” you asked, feeling Fred tense up down there.

“I’ll kill him, thats what! I’ll kill him with that exploading thing of his!” he yelled, getting a loud shush from madam Pince. “I am gonna push that thing so far down their throat, they won’t speak for weeks.” You chuckled and, without Ron seeing, you dropped the pencil and a tiny piece of paper on the ground. “Is he here? I saw you talking to yourself earlier. Quite odd of you.”

You looked down on the ground and noticed ‘1 week and thats it.’ written on the paper.

“I sometimes read outloud. I used to do it all the time when I was a girl. What it goes for that brother of yours, I heard he was on his way to the Astronomy tower.” you said and Ron ran off.

When the coast was clear you moved your chair away and Fred climbed out of his hiding spot. “ You ratted Georgie.” he said.

“Well he ain’t the one doing my homework for the next week. Plus he left you to die.” you said putting your books away.

He sat down next to you. “You know I saw you around. Never got your name though.”

“It’s (y/n).” you said, getting up and walking towards the shelves. You put the books where they belonged and than turned to the other section, where the last book is supposed to go.

“Than you already know who I am.” he smirked at you.

“Can’t introduce yourself, Percy?” you said.

“Percy? My name is not Percy, heavens no, I don’t want to be cursed by a name like that.”

“Is it Charlie? Bill? ” you teased him.

He smiled. “You are making fun of me aren’t you.”

“Oh right. It’s something on the letter F. Is it Federico? No wait, thats wrong. It’s shorter right? Frodo?” you said and put the last book on the shelf. You turned around and gave him a mischievous smile.

He took a step closer. “Actually.” he said taking another step closer. “Its Fred.” he said, standing so close your noses were almost touching.

You looked down on his lips up to his gorgeous brown eyes. You bit your lip as a ray of suncshine shone through the window on his messy ginger hair, his freckles even more standing out than before. He leaned in to kiss you, but you stepped away. He leaned his forehead on the bookshelf of embarrasment and closed his eyes.

You chuckled and put your hand on his shoulder. “Sorry Weasley. But untill I get that homework of mine, you ain’t getting your reward.” you winked at him and walked away.

You had potions and you were running down towards the dungeons. 'Snape is going to kill me!’ you thought as you were almost at the door. You opened them and burst in. “Proffesor I am really sorry I’m late I-”

Before you could finish, proffesor Snape cut you off. “ Late again miss (y/l/n). This time 5 minutes, better make it five points from your house.” he sneered and you quietly sat down next to your friend. Snape walked in front of the board, his posture upright as always, his eyes especially set on you. “Well miss (y/l/n). Since you were the last to come to this class, what can you tell me about the Volubilis potion?”

Shit.

'Wait I had that to write an essay about.’ You looked over to Fred as you knew he has written it about it. He knew excatly what Volubilis potion is, but for your misfortune you haven’t got a clue. You stood quiet and a sly smirk appeared on Snape’s lips.

“I see you have forgotten what you have written on your essay, miss (y/l/n). So why don’t you mr. Weasley tell us what Volubilis potion is since you have kindly decided to do her essay for her.” said porffesor Snape walking towards Fred.

“I have no idea what you are talking about proffesor.” answered Fred, his eyes automatically glancing at you.

“10 points from Gryffindor for lying to a proffesor and same goes for you miss (y/l/n) for not writing your essay. Now I want three scrolls from you and mr. Weasley on Wiggenweld potion by Friday.” he snapped and returned to his lesson.

When the class was over you walked out of the classroom and right after your friend. You grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around. “What the hell (y/f/n)?!”

“What?!” she spoke innocently.

“Don’t play innocent. I know you ratted me out!” you snapped at her. “You were the only one I told because I thought you were my friend but like any other Slytherin you snitched on me. So tell me, what did you get in return. A prefect badge? A spot on the Quidditch team?” you shouted at her.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” she said.

“Well, sorry ain’t gonna cut it.” you said and turned your heel.

You were walking really quickly, almost running. You ran into the library and to your luck it was deserted, so you ran between bookshelves and sat down. You didn’t cry. You couldn’t. You weren’t sad either, you were mad. Mad at Snape, mad at your friend, but mostly you were mad at yourself. You just got embarrassed and yelled at by your teacher, you cost your house 15 points and you dragged Fred Weasley down with you.

“Hey.” said a gentle voice few feet away from you.

You looked up to see a tall figure, leaning on the shelves. “How did you find me?” you said, looking back on the ground.

“Well I followed you. ” He slowly approached you. “Plus I kind of new you would be here.” he sat down next to you.

“I’m sorry.” you said quietly, still not looking him in the eyes. “I should have never asked you to do my homework.” you said and looked up to another shelf of books in front of you.

“Sorry? Are you kidding me. If I hadn’t done your homework I would have no clue at Charms or Transfiguration. And I actually knew the answer to the Volubilis potion.” he tried to cheer you up. “Oh and may I say, nobody has ever put me in trouble, except for George and Lee of course, but usually its the other way around.”

You chuckled a bit but you still couldn’t stop being mad. “Thanks for trying to cheer me up but I just…I just hate being embarassed in front of everybody, I cope with it very badly.”

“I get embarrassed loads of time, but you know what I do?”

You finally looked up to meet his eyes. “What?” you asked.

“I go on a date with the closest person in the room.” he grinned at you.

You chuckled. “If this is how you ask a girl on a date, you clearly need some practice.”

“But is it working?” he asked getting up and offering you a hand.

You took his hand and stood up. “I would love to go on a date with you.” you said grabbing your bag and putting it on your shoulder. He took a step forward and pushed you against the shelves. He brushed a strand of your hair from your cheek and tucked it behind your ear. He looked down on your lips and then again to your eyes. “Are you going to kiss me, Weasley?” you teased him.

“Depends.” he said, gently putting his hand on your cheek. “Will you move away again?”

You smirked at him and as close as you were you answered. “We will just have to see, won’t we.”

He pressed his lips against yours and you felt electricity spread through your body. You clenched your fist and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He smiled and pushed you aginst the shelf a bit harder, kissing your neck.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a book fell on top of the two of you and as it fell it opened right on the page 394. You both started laughing and looked down on the book. Fred picked it up and chuckled. He turned the book around and you saw The Wiggenweld Potion written across it.

“We should probably start working on it. Three scrolls till Friday.” said Fred looking down on the book.

You stood up on your tiptoes and wrapped your hands around his neck , your fingers playing with his messy hair. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips and looked up to his brown eyes. “ Yeah we could do that or…” you said and started to kiss his neck. You heard a book drop and he pushed you against the book shelf, again, making more than one book fall down.

You looked at eachother, laughing. “Maybe its best if we go somewhere else.”

“I agree.”

Village Fair. || Fred Weasley x reader.

Title: Village Fair.

Pairings: Fred x reader

Wordcount: 1490

Warnings: none.

Request:

For the sentence starters: “no, go on the ferris wheel with me, not them” – with Fred Weasley – xx @wildfire-whizbangs

Authors Note:

Thank you for your request babe! I have to say that I used ‘fictive’ people in the story who plays the role of your best friends. Hope you don’t mind that? Otherwise it would become a bit difficult. 😊 Hope you’ll like it!  XX


You’re a muggle born and you’re proud of it. Whenever you’re at Hogwarts, you missed all the nice things you could do at home. Don’t think wrong, you liked being at Hogwarts, but sometimes you missed home and your muggle friends. Still there was one thing that you’d at Hogwarts, what you hadn’t at home and that was Fred Weasley.

Fred and you spend hours talking about the muggle world. He loved it to hear you talk about it, the sparkles that came in your eyes when you told him about the tickly feelings you get when you fall down with a rollercoaster, made him fall in love more and more with you.


Summer break was coming and Fred saw how you became happier and happier. The idea that you could go home and see your friends back, made you excited.

“Will you miss me?” he asked while you lay in the grass together.

“Of course I’ll miss you!” you said.

Fred grinned and was relieved with your answer.

“Will you miss me?” you asked him. Fred turned his head and looked at you. Your eyes were closed and you enjoyed the sunbeams on your face. There were flowers in your hair. Beautiful flowers, but Fred thought that no flower in the world would be more prettier than you. You’re the most beautiful flower in his garden.

“I do”, he said. Fred saw how a smile appeared on your face.

“Good answer Weasley!” you said.


Three weeks had passed. Fred and you had send each other lots of letters. Every letter ended with the same sentence: I miss you.

One day something woke you up early in the morning. You’ve heard a big thud, followed by a scream of your mother. What was that? You stood up and walked downstairs. There he was, standing in your living room, your favourite ginger.

“Fred?” you asked and rubbed your eyes.

“Good morning!” he said with a smile.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and yawned.

“Not happy to see me?” he asked.

“Of course I am ! But what are you doing here?”

Fred smiled.

“You told me there was a ‘village fair’ this weekend in your town and I wanted to know what that was!”

“You remember I told you that?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to come with me and my friends?” you asked with a smile.

“Yes!”

Fred and you stared at each other for a while. He saw the sparkles in your eyes coming and knew it was the right decision to visit you.


The doorbell rang. “Mom, can you open?” you yelled from downstairs. You had to hurry up a bit, because Fred and your friends we’re waiting downstairs. Fred knew what you told them about the lie of the boarding-school thing and you had spent a whole day explaining to him the most common things in the muggle world. You didn’t wanted your friends to think he was a weirdo.

You wore a decent jeans pants, a white lace top and a leather jacket. Your hair was in a long side braid. When you entered the living room you saw your friends sitting on the couch talking to each other.

“Hi!” you said with a smile. Fred looked up and smiled. Anna came to you and hugged you.

“So good to see you!” she said.

After that Jack came and hugged you too. He looked at you and said: “Damn, you look good!” and hugged you again.

Fred didn’t like the way the boy looked at you and he definitely didn’t like his reaction. He coughed very subtle. You looked at him and smiled.

“Guys, may I present you to my best friend. The one and only that makes sure I’ll survive boarding school? Fred Weasley”, you said and took Fred his hand.

Your friends greeted him and Anna showed a sudden interest in him.

“Hi !” she said and winked. Fred blushed and said an awkward hi back.

“So are we?” you asked your friends.


“Can I have a large one please, a blue one?” you asked the man who sold cotton candy.

“What’s that?” you heard Fred asking.

“Cotton candy”, you replied.

“Yeah, but what is it?”

“It’s spun sugar. You can choose between different tastes. I like the raspberry very much!” you said.

You paid the man and took your cotton candy. When you turned your head you saw Anna talking to Fred. She took a piece of her own cotton candy and said with a giggle:

“Open your mouth”

“What?” he asked and when he spoke she put some cotton candy in his mouth. Fred started to giggle too.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

Fred nodded his head and was still chewing onto the cotton candy. You rolled your eyes and took a bit of your cotton candy too. It didn’t taste that nice as you hoped it would be..

You walked past all kinds of stalls and you couldn’t ignore all the giggles your friend had with Fred. Suddenly you felt someone wrap his arm around your neck. It was Jack. You smiled and you realized that it was stupid of you to let Fred and your friend ruin your evening. There were other people here who could give you the time of your life.


“I’ll shoot you a teddy!” Jack said when you walked past some stalls.

“Which one do you want?” he asked. You smiled. His arm was still around your neck and he pulled you to the stall. “Come on, which one do you want. I can shoot every teddy!”

“This one!” you said and pointed to a little dog.

“No problem!”

Jack had a talk with the man of the stall and tried to shot the teddy. You turned your head and saw Anna asking Fred to shot a teddy for her too. He was a bit in panic, because he didn’t know how all of this worked. You walked towards Jack and looked how he did his best to shot the teddy you wanted.

“Jack? Will you also try to shoot a teddy for me?” Anna asked.

“Sure thing!” he said with a smile.

You felt someone stand close behind you. Fred his stomach was touching your back and you could feel his breath in your neck. “What’s that?” he whispered in your ear. It gave you shivers. “What?” you asked back in a whispering way.

“That he said” and pointed at a Ferris wheel.

“It’s a Ferris wheel. You can sit in a cabin, it’s large wheel that turns around. So when you’re on top you can see the whole city”, you explained.

“Can we go on it?” he asked.

“Sure, I’ll ask Anna and Jack if they’re okay with that. We’ll have to wait until Jack is finished-“

“No, go on the Ferris Wheel with, not them..” he said.

“How you mean?” you asked.

“Just the two of us. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve nice friends. But I want some time with you alone..” he said.

You turned around and looked in Fred his eyes.

“You do?” you asked surprised.

“Yes, why are you so surprised?”

“I don’t know.. I just thought that you and Anna and-“

“Let’s get out of here!” he said with a grin and wrapped his arm around your neck.

Anna and Jack were busy with shooting the teddy’s that they didn’t notice the two of you left.


Fred and you sat in a cabin. He was so nervous. What if there went something wrong? What if the cabin broke and would fall down.

“Are you okay?” you asked Fred.

He nodded but looked a bit scared. You took his hand -like it was a normal thing to do – to comfort him. You enjoyed the view.

Fred looked at you and noticed all the little earrings you had in your ear. He’d never seen them before, but he liked it very much. He took a piece of your hair and put it behind your ear.

“Look!” you said at Fred and pointed to the city that lay in front of you.

“We’re almost on top of it!” you said in excitement. Fred couldn’t handle your cuteness anymore longer and kissed you on the cheek.

You looked at him and smiled wide. “Isn’t it beautiful?” you asked him.

Fred looked outside and it was true. It was beautiful. The people down there looked like ants, little boats were boating on the river, and city lights we’re shining upon the streets. But he knew that there were no city lights needed, because your smile could light up the whole town.

“It is beautiful”, he replied. You looked at him and he knew that he had answered your question correctly.

“But not as beautiful as you”, he said and pressed his lips on yours.


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