It had been yet another sleepless night, and with the clock next to your bed nearly approaching 11:00, you were lucky it was Saturday. Finally dragging yourself from the blankets, you decided to head down to the Great Hall for breakfast, or what remained of it anyway.
Slipping on your softest jeans and coziest slippers, you forced your favorite t-shirt over your wild bedhead. The shirt was a size too large, and with good reason, seeing as you’d stolen it from your best friend, Fred Weasley. You remembered him running up to his dorm to grab it after an unfortunate slip in a mud puddle that left the clothing you were wearing utterly soaked. You never could recall one instance in which Fred of George hadn’t been completely selfless and generous. Remembering how Fred so willingly offered his old shirt to you as you sat by the common room fire made you wonder, but it couldn’t be. You were almost sure he’d never see you as more than a friend.
Unaware of how far your memories and daydreams of the ginger had carried you from Gryffindor tower, you soon found yourself at the entrance to the Great Hall. Once inside, you noticed that you were too late for even a crumb. You turned back the way you came, but before you could take one step, two voices that you knew all too well began shouting your name.
“I’m coming! I’m coming! Relax!” Making your way over to the table, you slumped down beside George and snatched the last piece of toast from his plate.
“Morning (y/n)! I see Freddie’s old quidditch tee is keeping someone warm,” George laughed earning a sharp glare from his twin and a rich flush from your crumb-ridden cheeks. “Anyway (y/n), we had plans to test some new products today. Would you like to join us?”
“I’d love to George, but I’ve been behind on homework, and-”
“Oh that’s rubbish! You wouldn’t want to miss what we’re doing today! Tell her Fred!” Caught completely mid-bite, Fred struggled to swallow hard and finish his brother’s thought.
“Mmm-ahh… yeah (y/n)! We want you to be one of the first to see our new fireworks!”
“Fred’s even got a little surprise for y- OUCH!” George’s hand shot up for the back of his head as you smirked.
“I guess I’ll try to make it,” you beamed.
“Great!” Fred blurted out. “Meet George and I on the quidditch pitch at half-passed noon. See you there!” Leaving you at the table in their excitement, you couldn’t help but giggle as you watched the two redheads disappear out of the hall.
An hour later you found yourself standing on the plush grass of the quidditch pitch, but there were no Weasleys in sight. “Those idiots are nearly twenty minutes late!” you huffed. “What could they possibly be doi-” Suddenly you were caught off guard by the twins’ shouting and pops of a few fireworks. The two finally landed a few meters away and scurried over to you.
“Glad you made it!” Fred forced out between breaths.
“Yeah (y/n)! Lover-boy over here was nervous you wouldn’t show up-OUCH! Bloody Hell Fred!” You snickered as George rubbed the back of his neck once more.
“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world! When have I ever let you two down?” Fred simply grinned at you, setting a million Cornish pixies free in your empty stomach.
“As I’ll ever be!” Kicking off of the ground, the gingers were floating above your head once more. Excited for what they had in store, your eyes hopelessly darted back and forth before catching a glimpse of a sparkling fuse.
You sat for ten minutes and marveled at Fred and George’s most dazzling display yet. Sparks and bright purples, oranges, greens, and even reds sizzled overhead as the twins zoomed around the goal posts. Looking up, you realized you were in the center of the most beautiful, controlled chaos you’d ever witnessed.
“READY FOR THE GRAND FINALLE (Y/N)!?” Fred took this que from his brother, and quickly threw three fireworks up into the air and flew out of sight. Just as the suspended fuses paused, you threw your arm up to shield your eyes from the brightness. Once adjusted, you stared in awe as flashes of colored light illuminated your cheeks. The explosions started to slow down and the saturation of color faded. For a few moments you thought you were going insane as some of the glittering lights began to form letters, and then words, and… no! You couldn’t believe what the sparks were spelling out. Over the entire quidditch pitch read:
I Love You
Still in shock, you suddenly jumped at the feeling of arms snaking their way around your waist, and a warm breath on the side of your face. Unable to contain it any longer, your lips cracked into an un-faltering smile.
“I love you.” Fred’s soft and gentle voice repeated into your ear sending shivers down your spine. He spun you around so you were face to face.
“How did you find out? Did George say something to yo-” Fred had cut you off mid-sentence, his ever so slightly chapped lips on yours. With his arms still around you, you melted and formed your lips to his. After a moment, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your hands in his fiery hair as George howled at the sight. Fred pulled away slowly, leaving you on your tippy-toes, and with eyes still closed, you could almost hear him thinking hard of something romantic to say.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Fred sighed bearing his big goofy smile that you loved. You could only laugh as you looked into his deep hazel eyes and caught sight of the giddy schoolboy he used to be. Placing your forehead against his, all of his freckles blurred and you watched a faint smirk dance on his lips.
“So?” Fred whispered.
“So? Oh… I love you too.” Giggling once more, Fred kissed the tip of your nose and with eyes closed once more, you inhaled deeply. You couldn’t think of a better way to have ended your stressful week.
It had been 4 months after the battle of
Hogwarts, 4 months after Fred’s death. The pain was still there, still as
intense as the first day. But George tried to move on, he had too, so he opened
Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes again, Ron helping him with the shop.
George walked in some Muggle coffee shop,
the only place close to Diagon Alley that had decent coffee. The place was
pretty crowded. There were double the amount of people there. George put his
hands in his pockets as he slowly shuffled closer to the counter. “what can I
get for you sir?”, a young woman asked, she smiled politely at George. “One
coffee to go, black please”, George said. The woman nodded as she wrote it down
on a cup. George paid the woman and waited for his coffee to be ready.
“what a line, huh”, A female voice said
from behind George. He turned around, facing the most beautiful girl he had
ever seen. She had H/C hair that fell around her face perfectly and E/C eyes that
pierced through his soul. She smiled at him and god, it was mesmerizing. “u-um
yeah, never knew it so long”, George said, his hand rubbing the back of neck.
“one coffee, black”, the barista said. “oh, that’s mine”, George said. He
quickly grabbed the coffee and turned around. The woman he was talking to stood
a lot closer then he thought, making him bump into her. George’s coffee fell
out of hands, on the woman’s white shirt. “oh,
fuck me”, The woman said, tried to whip eff the coffee. “My pleasure, oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t
mean to say that I mean … I don’t know what I mean”, George said as he took
some napkins, trying to get the coffee off her shirt. “I-I-I’m so sorry, I have
an extra shirt in my shop, why don’t you come along and I’ll give it to you”, George
tried to help. She gave him a questioning look but decided that a shirt that’s
too big on her is better than a soaked shirt. She nodded.
George and the woman walked out of the
coffee shop, both of them silent. “my name’s George, George Weasley”
“I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N and do you mean Weasley
like Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes?”
“oh you know it?”
“yeah, my niece is crazy about the store”
“I didn’t know you were a witch”
“well I sort of thought you were a wizard,
I saw your wand in your pocket”, Y/N chuckled. George’s cheeks turned red. “you
were about to do something really stupid if I wasn’t a witch, you know that
right?”, Y/N asked. “how?”, George asked. “well you were about to take a muggle
to Diagon Alley!” “oh yeah, I forgot”
The whole time George didn’t look at Y/N.
her shirt was completely soaked and see through, it stuck to her body, her
perfect figure more defined.
opened the door to the shop, letting Y/N go inside. “hey, what took you so lo-
oh”, Ron said as he saw Y/N and George stand in front of him. “I’ll go grab you
a shirt”, George said, cheeks still red. Ron followed his older brother to the
back of the shop. “bloody hell, George, what did you do?” “I just spilled coffee all over her and I’m trying to act like I can’t
see her bra through her once white shirt, Ron that’s what’s happening”,
George whispered as he took a purple shirt from the back of the shop. “how did
you do that?” “that doesn’t matter” it does matter George cause If you didn’t notice yet there’s a girl
with a soaked shirt standing in our shop! So it does matter!”, Ron said. George
walked back to Y/N, handing her the shirt. “here, you can change in the back if
you’d like?”, George said as she accepted the shirt. “thanks”, She murmured.
George turned to Ron, who was smirking at him. “what?”, He asked. “you like
just met her!”
big man, whatever you say”
came back, the purple t-shirt too big on her small frame. Her coffee stained
shirt in her hand. George thought she looked adorable, even Ron was staring at
her in awe. “I got to go, I’ll bring you the shirt back tomorrow or so”, Y/N
said. “no, it’s fine, don’t worry about it, you can keep it”, George said. He
walked with Y/N towards the door. “maybe I’ll see you again?”, she asked, a
glance of hope in her eyes. “yeah, I’d love that”.
walked out of the shop, into the busy crowd of people. George felt a smack
against the back of his hand, he turned around seeing Ron. “what was that for?”
“Ask her out you idiot!” “what?” “ask her out! Go!”, Ron pushed George on the
street. George looked around, hoping to see the purple shirt and H/C hair. A
few feet further from him she stood. She was looking at something in a store.
George ran towards her. “hey, Y/N”, George said, waving his hand. “oh, hey,
that was quick”, Y/N joked. George chuckled, “yeah I wanted to ask you
something” “well, ask then!” “oh yeah, do you want to go out with me maybe
was quiet but then nodded her head. “I’d love to! How about tomorrow, 7P.M.
meet me here? Don’t be late”, She winked and left. George stood there, his
mouth slightly open. Did this just really happen?
━━ Full name: Sir Frederick of Ylisse (formerly Frederick of House Wesston) ━━ Nicknames: Fred, Freddy, Fredericson, Freddy Bear, Alfred, Fredward, Commander Killjoy, Royal Nanny, tin soldier, steward, Yer Knightliness, Rick (HIS NAME’S NOT RICK) ━━ Age: 22 (Beginning of Awakening), 25 (Endgame) ━━ Gender: Male ━━ Sexuality: Demisexual, Demiromantic ━━ Ethnicity & Species: Ylissean human ━━ Birthplace: Wesston, Ylisse ━━ Birthdate: August 26
During the events of Awakening - Learns to open up a bit more - Learns to accept his emotions to a greater extent
- Becomes slightly more trusting
- Becomes more open to the importance of relaxation - Overcomes a number of apprehensions and inner conflicts
━ Why you love them:
Loyalty; I’ve been with this guy since 2013 and it has been an adventure
He’s one of Awakening’s most interesting characters (my opinion)
He and I still have a frightening amount in common
Tagging: You. Yes, you. Know know what you did. You know why I’m tagging you. Do it now.
Prompt: ‘You inconsiderate asshole!’
Pairing: Fred x Reader
(Y/N) your name (Y/H) your house (Y/H/C) your hair color (Y/E/C) your eye color
You threw open the door to the gryffindor common room, your (y/h) robes flapping behind you. Your stalked over to your boyfriend Fred, fists clenched at your sides. He was sitting with George and a few sixth years, showing off their latest invention.
“Hey love, what’s the matter?” Fred asked, standing to greet you with a kiss on your cheek.
“We need to talk. Now.” You practically growled, as his eyes widened comically.
“Um, okay, we can go to my dorm,” Fred stated, taking your hand in his.
He lead you into his room, closing the door softly behind him as you stood in the middle of the room. He took a seat on the bed, patting the spot beside him. You simply crossed your arms over your chest, glaring down at him.
“What did I do now?” He sighed, running a hand through his vibrant hair.
“What did you do now? Is this really how you want to start this?” You laughed humorlessly, your (y/c/e) darkening slightly.
“Well, whenever you glare at me like that I know I’ve done something, but I’m stumped today!” He snapped, “I haven’t pranked anyone lower than a fourth year, I haven’t pranked anyone close to you in a bad way, the most harmful prank I’ve done on anyone in almost three weeks was the explosive purple dye pillow on Ron!”
“You inconsiderate asshole! You don’t even remember,” you yelled, pushing your (y/h/c) hair behind your ear. “It was our one year anniversary yesterday.”
“(Y/n) I -” he started, his tone softening as he reached out for you.
“Don’t Fred, just don’t,” you growled, stepping back out of his grasp. “You were with Angelina, and don’t bother denying it, I was walking with George when I saw you two.”
“We weren’t doing anything! She was asking if I could help her prank some guy that had been harassing her,” he explained, his words laced with irritation.
“Oh right, so her hand just had to be placed on your chest,” you hissed. “She was flirting with you, she does it all the bloody time!”
“So what if she was? I only want you (y/n), I only love you,” he confessed, slapping a hand over his mouth.
Neither of you had said the L word yet. You stared at him, mouth agape as you let his words sink in. He stared back, impatiently waiting for your reaction. You shook your head slightly, watching as his face fell.
“You bloody dork,” you whispered, stepping forward and cupping his cheek in your palm.
“(Y/n) I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to forget, just with everything that’s been going on-” he rambled, placing his hand over yours.
“I’m the inconsiderate asshole, not you,” you soothed, rubbing your thumb over his cheek bone. “I knew you were dealing with a lot, especially since Umbridge is constantly looking for reasons to punish you. I’m sorry love.”
“No, you had every right to be upset,” he replied, leaning in slightly. “Let me make it up to you.”
His lips brushed against yours slightly as you nodded your consent. He brought his other hand up to rest on your cheek, deepening the kiss. His other hand moves to your hip, pulling you back to the bed with him.
“I love you too,” you finally whispered against his lips, feeling him smile against yours.
#53 where Sirius stands you up for a date and James is egar to cheer you up so you two have fun together
You stood outside the Three Broomsticks waiting for Sirius. You two made plans to go on a date, you were reluctant at first but decided to go. He told you to meet him there for 5 o'clock. You waited outside for him thinking over how the date should go, You kept wakting but he never showed. Hes lronanly just running late you thought to yourself. You were sure it was kate so you checked your clock and it read 7 o'clock. He stood you up. You teared up a bit knowing he didn’t show so you decided to leave.
You heard a familiar voice behind house before you could leave. You turned around to see your best friend James. “James! What are you doing here?” You asked him. “I should be asking you the same, have you been..crying?” He asked sounding concerned. Your smile became a frown and you let out a deep sigh. “He stood me up, Sirius. He told me to meet him here and he never even showed. I’ve been waiting for two hours so I’m just going home" you wiped away a few tears that fell. James gave you a hug and rubbed your back. “Listen, I know I may not be Sirius, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun ” You were quite shocked but excitement filled your body. “Yeah sure! Where should we go?” He laughed a bit. “Leave that for me sweetheart” you blushed slightly but went with it. James grabbed your hand, leading you through the crowd of people.
You two went to almost every shop there was. By the time you two finished hanging out it was late at night and it was starting to get cold. “I didn’t anticipate being out this late so I didn’t bother bringing a sweater” you shivered. James looked at you with a small smile. He took off his sweater and put it on you. “James, you’ll get cold!” You tried giving it back to him but he refused. “I already have this on” He pointed to his long-sleeved shirt. “Thank you for this, I had a lot of fun tonight” you smiled to him. “As did I” you both laughed a bit. You walked closer to him and wrapped your hands around chest and pulled him in for a hug. His arms found their way to your waist as he pulled you closer. “I should get going” you sighed, not wanting this night to end. “We should do this again sometime” you nodded in agreement at his suggestion. James turned around to leave but you called his name. He turned around with his eyebrows raised slightly. “Here, take your sweater back.” You took it off and handed it to him. “Keep it, it looks better on you anyways” James winked at you “Thank you again james” you smiled before turning to leave. “So,ething first dates do go well huh y/n?” You heard James yell behind you. You blushed before turning around “I guess they do” you heard James laugh once more before you went home.
“I’m going to do my job and I believe that I was born not to die in a car wreck. I don’t believe I’m going to die slipping on a piece of ice. I don’t believe I was born to die because of a bad heart. I don’t believe I was born to die of lung cancer. I believe I’m going to be able to do what I came to do. I believe that I’m going to be able to die high off the people. I believe that I will be able to die as a revolutionary in the international revolutionary proletariat struggle. And I hope that each one of you will be able to live in it. I think that struggles are going to come. Why don’t you live for the people? Why don’t you live for the struggle? Why don’t you die for the struggle?~Fred Hampton