#but yes birthday fic and everything. all angelina's fault so say we all.

[wordssricochet]

💬 — helloo !! . i do NOT know how to end the "Flipped fic", so have this as an apology instead <3 (still going to try to make it though)

⚠ — Fred Weasley is an A.H, vulgar words (don't swear guys, it's bad)

📝 — ☣︎ (angst. yes, again.)

#⃣ — 1315 words

🎵 — betty by Taylor Swift

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Betty | F.W |

by wordssricochet™

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Summer of 1994 | Fred Weasley's |

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.

That was all Fred Weasley can think of when you found out he was cheating on you with Angelina Johnson.

He follows you as you run through the halls, with tears in your eyes. Fuck, he hates seeing you cry, let alone him being the reason why.

"Y/N! Please, can we talk? " He says as he grabs your right arm.

"Don't you touch me, Weasley! If it wasn't obvious before, we're done! " You say, tears streaming down your face.

He grabs you with him in the nearest corridor, he locked the doors behind him and grabs your shoulders with both his hands.

"It's not what you thought it was! I swear! " He says with a pleading look.

"Explain it then! Why were you on a full make-out session with Angelina?! " You yell, "I'm not stupid, Fred, I saw it with my own two eyes! "

"Look, I didn't know what I was doing back there, okay? But when I saw you, I realized what I had done and wanted to make it up to you, " He replies, "I know it looks wrong but-"

"It is wrong, Fred Weasley!" You cut his words off, "So you're basically telling me that you forget my entire existence — your own girlfriend's existence when you're with Angelina? What the fuck is wrong with you? "

"Don't even try to pretend, Fred. You were aware that it was a taboo, yet, you still continued to do it." You lowered your voice.

"Love, it was just a summer thing, okay? I'm only 17, I don't know anything! " He responds, "Plus, she probably put an Amortentia in my drink! I didn't do anything wrong! "

".. Look here, Fred, It's only 2 weeks before my birthday, before I turn 18. So please, don't even think about going. That's the least you can do to earn my respect as of right now. " You ranted, not feeling any more energy to argue.

"Sweetheart, please, don't do this to us.. , " He gives a pleading look.

"YOU did this to us, Fred, every action has consequences. "

"Y/N, love, I can change.. for you, please? " His eyes filled with tears.

You didn't answer and just opened the door and walked out quietly. You can deal with these emotions later.

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"What the fuck have I done, George? " He rants while walking back-and-forth around their shared dorm room.

"I don't know, Freddie, I can't really help you with this one. It's your fault. " George sighs and rolls his eyes at his panicking twin.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦, Fred thought to himself.

"Please, George! She asked me to not come to her party, but I'm supposed to be her special guest! I even planned her party with her. " Fred sighs, clearly regretting his actions already.

"But Fred, what actually happened? Why the bloody hell did Y/N caught you snogging Angelina Johnson? " George raises his left eyebrow at his brother, "Tell me everything. "

"Well you see.. " Fred narrates his side of the story to George.

𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘨𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘥𝘶𝘬𝘦𝘴.

𝘈𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘍𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳.

"Ohh.. That's still a pretty stupid reason to cheat, mate. " George sighs in disappointment.

"I'm aware, Georgie. Now please, would you help me? " Fred demanded.

"Well, I don't really have a choice, do I? We're brothers, " His whole demeanor changed quickly "So here's the plan.. "

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Regret: 1 Week Left | Fred Weasley's |

Fred had been thinking of you since the incident. Both, him and George, had done no pranks at all. Which is strange, because since the start of the first year, summer was always full of pranks from the twins. It really worried the students, even professors.

Fred misses you, so much. He hopes that his plan with George would work, maybe you guys can be back together again, like nothing happened.

But Fred is well aware that it won't ever happen. But the best thing that he can think of right now is you forgiving him. He doesn't even care anymore if you guys would get back together, he just wants you to see that he can be better, again.

The plan with George is that he'll pretend as George to go to your birthday party. He thanked you and Merlin that no one found out about his affair. Just you, Angelina, and the Gods above.

Fred dreamt of you all summer long, it was like summer was slipping away with you, away from him.

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Birthday: Execution | Fred Weasley's |

It was your birthday already. 2 weeks passed since the affair, 1 week left till the end of summer.

"Goodluck, mate.. Do better choices next time, please. " George patted his back and handed him the Polyjuice potion.

Fred drank it, and after what seemed like 5 minutes, he turned into his twin.

He gave George a hug and a thank you before running toward your house common room.

You were quite popular around your housemates, you were always known as 'Fred's girl', now you just chuckle at the nickname.

Fred walked inside the common room, he looked around, hoping to spot you. He did, but you were with someone else; Harry Potter.

What the hell is Harry doing with you? And how the hell is he making you laugh? He was the only one that was supposed to do that!

Although, a lot of overthinking thoughts flooded Fred's mind, he paid no attention to it — well, at least he tried to.

"Birthday girl.. Can we talk for a moment? " He tried his best to mimic George's voice. Although their voices were almost alike, George's was just a lot more breathy and soft.

It must've been working, because you agreed to talk to him.

He led you toward the hallway, where there were not many people.

".. I know it's you, Fred. Cut it out. " You sigh in disappointment.

".. How did you- Whatever. I'm just here to explain a few things. " He stares at you, seemingly asking for permission.

".. Go on. " You reply with a cold tone.

" First of all, happy birthday. Now, sweetheart, I know that what I did was wrong. And I admit it, I was stupid. But not anymore. I miss you, Y/N. I'm only 17 and I don't know anything but I know I miss you. Sure, I kissed her and we made out. But, love, believe me that after that I had never looked at another woman ever again. I think that the worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you. I dreamt of you all summer long, so please, even if our relationship or the love that we shared will never be back again, I hope that you forgive me, because the most thing that I ever wanted to do as of right now is make things up to you. I'm really sorry, I really am. I hope that you can forgive me. You know I miss you, Y/N, come back to me please? " He was already fighting back tears at the first sentence. Ending it made him go on a full, blown out breakdown.

"Please, I love you, sweetheart, forgive me, plea- "

"Go fuck yourself, Fred Weasley. "

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💬 — This is kind of a short fic, sorry. Anyway, this is literally the only thing I can do right now, I was listening to betty and I thought "Hey, this would be a great fic inspiration. " So that's what I did haha. Also, I don't know if I can make a part two of the "Flipped" fic with D. M, I don't know how to end it😢.

Sincerely, March.

[elvisabutler]

welp i’m back. becuase apparently we have no self restraint and need some fluff

how about we switch up the vibes…

let’s consider

“pinky promise?” with austin. 🥹🥹

consider that i blame you for the birthday angst (seriously did oh that's a new one re: the line) and the second part clearly your fluff prompt means you get blamed for the whole thing including the end. also! put the reader in a suit to keep myself in line with general gender neutral thing i had going on. also because personally i kind of wish i went for a suit instead of my poofy white dress. tw: anxiety, tooth aching fluff.

two in love can make it pt. 3

you and austin had made an agreement that your wedding would be a small affair. truth be told you had told him that you were quite content to just get married at a courthouse with no fuss and no mess just have it over and done with so that you could call him your husband as quickly as you could. he knew you'd regret doing that though when the rush of everything had faded and you weren't able to have a sea of pictures taken by everyone including him.

it take a lot of planning, working around your job and his filming schedule and- all of both of your friends' schedules but the two of you make it work with only a few panic attacks here and there- mostly coming from him in the middle of the night halfway across the world from you with phone calls and soft words murmured by him in your ears. "you're a godsend, babe, you're gonna have this all planned out and it's gonna be wonderful. text me the number for the venue, i know you said they were booked but maybe i can do something. pull a string for us."

the string he pulls is an hour long conversation with the owner, florence pugh and zendaya. sometimes it pays to be an actor even if he sometimes detests the amount of fame and lack of privacy that it comes with. but if it gets you to smile as much as you do when he tells you over facetime about the problem being fixed? oh, he'll be an actor until he drops dead.

the big day finally arrives and you're fiddling with your suit. it looks fine, your hair looks fine and everything is perfect. you've triple checked everything yourself. the one thing you haven't check on is austin but you might be using ashley as your covert operative- as if she wasn't austin's best woman and considered it her job to make sure her best friend became your husband. he's anxious to the point where ashley has informed you that if she didn't know him- she'd think he was going to bolt. you both do actually know him and know he won't but knowing that he's that anxious has your own anxiety going through the roof.

however, you are a stickler for tradition and won't go see your future husband, which is why it startles you when you hear the door to the room you're in open to reveal austin.

"aus! what are you doing here?" you whisper harshly, as if you speaking any louder will invite all the bad luck in the world to fall on you right in that second. a silly notion, yes, but one that your anxiety latches onto almost immediately.

"i-" he pauses, his eyes looking you up and down before gulping and letting out a small sigh. "y/n, i had to see you. you look- phenomenal." he starts to move toward you. "seriously that suit cuts in all the right-"

you start to back away because it is bad enough that austin has seen you in your outfit before the wedding but now he's looking like he wants to touch you and you will not stand for that. "oh no you don't austin- you- you are already breaking a rule just being here, you are just bringing bad luck looking at me like you are right now."

that makes him stop far too quickly and you raise an eyebrow. you were being serious, yes, but it's austin, you know very well that he'd still be trying to move closer to you regardless. his face- you can see how he's biting his lower lip like its his only lifeline, like it's stopping him from blurting out something he shouldn't or maybe it's just keeping him centered and in the moment. you don't know for sure. your eyes drift over the rest of his frame, taking him in, seeing his tightened shoulders and the way that despite him playing with every single ring on his fingers his hands are still shaking like leaves about to fall off their branch.

oh. he's- really that nervous and you just told him that he's bringing bad luck to the ceremony. that couldn't have been good for the problem. austin finally speaks right about the time you come to this realization and stops fiddling with his hands as he does. "you- i'm nervous. i know you said yes and we've spent this money and everything. i know we've talked about spending the rest of our lives together but i'm- ashley has had to sit me down multiple times with just a glass of water. i'm- i should probably take a xanax or something but i- don't want to. because i'll probably be fine once this- once we say i do."

you listen and you know austin isn't properly paying attention to you because he doesn't notice how you've moved closer to him as he talked and you don't really announce that you're coming any closer until you're right there in front of him and grabbing at his hands and trying your best to envelop them with your own.

"are you scared i'm going to run?" you ask quietly as you bring his hands up to your lips to give them a soft kiss as he nods slowly. "austin, i wouldn't dream of it. you're- remember what you said, you're my solid ground. we're the foundation of everything for each other. leaving you would be like leaving half of myself behind."

if austin shudders a little when you kiss his hands, you both don't comment on it. you know how he can get when he's feeling anxious. he takes a deep breath and sniffles just a tad before he speaks again, shaking his head as he does. "pinky promise."

your eyebrow shoots up momentarily before you recover still a little flummoxed and it shows in your response. "i beg your pardon?"

he holds out his pinky finger as if it is the most normal thing on the planet and like he's not 31 years old. "pinky promise that you're gonna stay with me. that you actually want to be stuck by my side through all the- everything that life is going to throw at us. that you want to grow old together and see my hair turn grey. and that you'll still find me this pretty attractive man when i'm old and you're old. i don't want to be without you. i don't even want to be without you for the time until the ceremony right now."

you can't help the laugh that bubbles up as yuo shake your head, marveling at how much of a sap you find austin to be and how adorable you find that entire spiel he just gave you. it's not you saying no in the slightest, but you need a minute to control your laughter. once you're a little calmer you wrap your pinky finger around his. "pinky promise, babe. i will find you attractive until you're dead and gone. i want to be stuck with you forever because who else would put up with the things i do. i want to cook with you, i want to have you cook grilled peaches for dessert. i want- i want everything with you. always."

his lips upturn into a grin before he pulls his hands away from your and uses them to pull your face to his for a kiss. it's chaste, a simple peck while also having every bit of love poured into it he can muster. when he pulls away his eyes are shining with what you think are unshed happy tears. you're pretty sure yours are the same way. "i'm staying in here until the ceremony, you know that right?"

"you already broke the rule. what's the worst it's going to do?" you respond, nuzzling at his nose and giving him another kiss.

"probably nothing." he shrugs before pulling out his phone. "i'll text ashley and my sister. so they know where to find us."

you nod and for the next hour you two just sit on the couch, breathing in and out together in the most calming way you both can manage. when it comes time for you to walk down the aisle austin acts like it's the first time he's ever seen you and you're struck by how much you adore him. that feeling is what you'll forever blame for your actions at the altar when you step close to him and hold out your pinky finger before anything else his said.

he sighs sounding so blissful it makes you want to cry and then he wraps his own finger around yours without a second thought.

[james-potters-animagus]

Mistake III

George Weasley x reader

Little note my George Sweater comes in like a week and I am beyond ecstatic anyways here’s the fic:

After George finds comfort in Angelina Johnson instead of his fiancé, he tries to redeem himself. But will he be too late?

Part i Part ii Epilogue

Since she found George in bed with Angelina Johnson, and losing her family to the second Wizarding World War, she decided she needed a break from magic.

So, as she sat in front of a muggle man she had met earlier when she moved to London, she decided maybe this would be okay.

“So, James, what is it you do for a living again?” She asked, taking a sip of her tea.

“Oh, I’m a psychologist. Where did you say you worked again?” He responded with a question, but both of them weren’t great at small talk.

“Oh, uh, I was a teacher. I taught at a private school. Rich kids are quite pretentious I’ve found.” She giggled a little, setting her warm cup down and focusing her attention on the man in front of her.

He smiled back, basking in the comfortable silence between the two. “Hey, do you wanna walk around the park a block from here? It’s kind of small, but the scenery is beautiful.” James asked, and she nodded, grabbing her bag as she stood up.

“I would love to.”

Since then, James and Y/n’s relationship had been going great. They made it official a little over six months ago, and decided they were ready to move in together.

They moved into a nice two story home, with a huge backyard, a library for Y/n, and a bay window. Y/n’s dream home.

Six more months had passed, and James was finally ready to propose. The two had lived together for a while now, and he found that he lived, slept, and felt better when she was there. And she felt the same.

“Y/n? Come out with me for a minute?” James asked, gearing up to bring her to the backyard, where he had set the decorations.

“What’s up James?” She asked, linking her arm through his as they began their walk out the porch.

“Y/n, we’ve only known each other for a year, but it felt like a life time. We know everything about each other, even if most of it was a surprise, specifically the whole magic part,” they laughed lightly at that. “But, it never made me love you any less. In fact, I think it made me love you just a little bit more.” He chuckled, bending down to one knee and pulling out the box.

“So, Y/n Y/m/n Black, will you marry me?” James asked, little tears prickling his eyes.

“Yes,” she happily sobbed, watching him slip the ring on her finger.

Y/n sat on the couch of the house she shared with James, holding her scrapbook of moving photos she had found while cleaning. Flipping through the pages she found multiple of her and the twins, during a prank, or just simply hanging out. She always had a camera with her, just in case something worthy of keeping as a physical memory happened. And it usually did.

As she was flipping through she came upon a photo of George and Fred standing in front of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, the day before opening. Tears began to flood her eyes as she thought back to that memory. “I miss him.” She muttered lightly, stroking the photo with her thumb.

Suddenly, George appeared in her living room, holding the same photo.

“George! What the bloody hell are you doing here? How did you find me?” She exclaimed, standing up to face him.

“Well, I uh, I charmed that photo, so whenever you stroked the photo, I would appear. I meant to give it to you for your birthday as a surprise, but you found it first. And well, here we are.” He responded, rubbing the back of his neck. The diamond on her finger caught the light and drew George’s attention to her hand. “You’re engaged?” He asked, suddenly seeing all the photos of her and James in frames on the walls.

“Yes. I am. Happily. And you aren’t going to ruin it.” She demanded, reminiscing on some of the memories. She didn’t want to admit it, but she wasn’t as happy as she was when she was with George. But, he made the mistake. Not her. He has to live with the consequences.

“I miss you too by the way.” He smiled, watching her expression change.

“What can this photo hear me now?” She asked, angrily throwing the photo down onto the scrapbook.

“No, I just wanted to know if you missed me. I could kind of tell, you get this look in your eyes.” He smirked, watching her face fall.

“Dammit George! Get the hell out. You don’t belong here.” She shouted, pushing his chest.

“You aren’t happy with him! You miss me! Admit it! I know. I messed up. I shouldn’t have slept with Angelina! It was a horrible mistake. But I still love you. And I know you do too. You can go off and get married to this muggle git, but he won’t make you feel the way I do. He won’t make your heart swell the way I do. He won’t make you laugh as hard as I do. He won’t make you scream as loud as I do. He’s not as good as I am.” George finished, watching for her reaction.

She rolled her eyes at the ignorance that was practically radiating off of the man. How dare he come into her home she shares with her fiancé, (well, it was kind of her fault he’s here, but she didn’t know it was charmed.) talking about how much better he is than her loving partner, who from what she knew, hasn’t cheated on her.

“That’s not fair. James has treated me much better than you have in the year we’ve been together. A big example, he didn’t cheat on me. Secondly, I’ve never been in trouble because of him. He’s made me feel safe since we met. He cares about me. He doesn’t make me feel insecure like you did that day. He loves me. You never did George.” Y/n cried, watching his shoulders slump.

“No, that’s not fair. I was in a bad place. I just lost my brother for Godric’s sake!”

“So you slept with his ex girlfriend!” Y/n shouted.

“I wasn’t thinking clearly! And I did love you! I still do! Please, reconsider. I love you. So much. And I can’t lose you again.” George pleaded, trying his puppy dog eyes.

“This is a big commitment George. You’re asking me to leave my fiancé. For someone who cheated on me. But, I love you. And if we’re being frank, I don’t love James as much as I thought I did. Just give me a few days to break it off and get my stuff.” Y/n sighed, watching as George’s expressions changed.

“W-wait you’re serious?” George laughed a little, in disbelief.

“Yes you dingbat. Now don’t make me change my mind.” Y/n giggled as George threw her over his shoulder and apparated out of the home.

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