#eventually he like gives up and bangs his head against the wall or smth

[scootersscooter]

Me personally, I believe that Jackson should have all the fun fire elemental powers while Holt just gets the hair. As a treat.

[eisukevint]

Hello, not to bother you or anything, but can you do a post about how the audition managers would react to MC being annoyed and irritated because they have to wake up? No pressure!

hi!! dw youre not bothering at all <3 also i havent written smth in a long time so pls bear with me i was on like a hiatus. as @cupidocherie says and i quote "eisukevint comeback 2023 ???" anyways i hope you enjoy this headcanon!

Prompt: Tres Spades’ hosting an important event which requires you to put in extra hours, more so than other employees. The fatigue from the overtime and your disrupted sleep schedule has caused you to be grumpy and your boyfriend is not helping.

↬ Eisuke Ichinomiya

You've been working overtime for an entire week now and your body is exhausted. Not to mention Eisuke's libido is unparalleled so you're having a rather rough time to catch up with him. One night, Eisuke comes home to find you already asleep. He doesn’t mind though because he knows how how you’ve been working hard. What he didn’t expect was the morning after. There you are, still asleep even though there’s only ten minutes left until your shift starts. Not to mention, he can’t function properly without his beloved’s coffee so he goes to wake you up. He’ll call your name lightly at first but that doesn’t work because you’re a heavy sleeper so he’ll try shaking you a bit causing you to huff and puff and turn away from him in annoyance. He’s mildly surprised but also finds it amusing because you almost never forget to make him his coffee. “Hey, (Y/N), wake up. It’s almost 9:00.” At that you’ll whine causing Eisuke to chuckle. “What about my coffee though?” You glare at him slightly and tell him to drink room service coffee for just one morning. He’s fully aware that you’ve been labouring arduously for his sake so just for you, he’ll suck it up and survive through the day without his precious coffee. You just looked so adorable pouting at him like that because you didn’t want to get up, he couldn’t help but give in. He’ll let you sleep throughout the day and call Kenzaki to tell him that you’ll be taking a few days - no scratch that, a full week off so your fatigue can wear off. He’ll order room service for you and write a note, telling you to eat once you wake up. Let's be honest, this man loves cuddles so he’ll cuddle you to your heart’s content.

↬ Soryu Oh

This man would be flabbergasted. He wakes you up so you won’t be late to work but almost staggers when you glare at him exasperatedly. He’ll be worried at first because where is his sweet and beautiful (Y/N) who always wakes him up with the most charming smile on her face? He’ll ask you what’s wrong because he for sure thought it’s that time of the month and you might be in pain so he’s kind of relieved when you tell him that the event being hosted at the hotel caused her overtime and she’s super tired. “Oh, i’m glad it’s not something serious.” Pats your head and tells you that he’ll make breakfast for you and there’s no need for you to get up. It’s a little too late when you realise what Soryu had said. Hurriedly getting out of bed, you dash to the kitchen and bang your head against the wall when you see what went down.There you see Soryu in front of the cooktop, a mess from head to toe and God knows how many cracked eggs in the dust bin. He smiles sheepishly because he’s very well aware that he just increased you work load. No worries though, he’ll still help you clean up and tuck you into bed after it’s all done. He’ll call Samejima and tell him that he’ll come to the ice dragon’s headquarter later in the day so he can make up with you with cuddles. He’ll eventually get in with you and give you little pats on the back so you can sleep peacefully. might call eisuke to lesser your work

↬ Mitsunari Baba

Baba’s back from one of his missions. You’re still in bed though and it’s rather unusual because by this time you’re getting ready for work. Ponders over the reasons that are keeping you from waking up. In the end he decides to prepare breakfast for you. Egg and toasts, sunny side up. He brings the breakfast to you like the magical, fictional boyfriend he is and wakes you up. Your mind swirls and you can’t think straight since your peaceful sleep’s been disrupted. You raise a hand to swat him away and tell him to buzz off. He’s all pouty because you pushed him away but nevertheless, he tells you to have breakfast. Helps you sit up and offers to feed you to which you happily oblige. He adores you so much. Your grumpy face is his new favourite thing. He texts Eisuke to let him know that you’ll be taking the day off. Snuggles you and peppers your face with kisses until you fall back asleep.

↬ Mamoru Kishi

One of the world’s greatest mysteries, how did Mamoru Kishi manage to wake up earlier than you? He checks your temperature, it’s normal. Then why are you still sleeping? He checks the clock and it’s time for your shift. “Get up, it’s nine. Don’t you have to go to work?” This little shit has woken you up from your peaceful slumber and you’re absolutely livid. “Shut up Mamo, I can’t. One more day and you’ll have to arrest me for murder.” He doesn’t show it but he’s actually worried about you. Probably guessed that you’re just tired from work. He’s like, “Aight, i’ll call Eisuke then.” Gets into bed with you and spend the entire day sleeping. Later when you wake up, you’re full on panicking and chanting ‘he’s gonna fire me’ so Mamoru saves you the trouble of apologising to devil boss ichinomiya. When you’re fresh and done with dinner, you tell him all that has happened and why you were so worn out. Hugs you and tells you it's alright. You both end up going back to sleep. couple goals fr

↬ Ota Kisaki

A fucking tease. He saw the opportunity and took it. There you were, sleeping in all your ethereal glory, with drool trickling down the corner of your mouth. Ota simply couldn’t resist. Phone out, camera on, he took pictures from every angle possible. He would’ve been the biggest idiot if he hadn’t captured this moment. And when he’s satisfied, he wakes you up. Oh no he didn’t. If he called you his cute Koro before, you were surely no less than a dinosaur right now. Hair flying in all directions, eyebags darker than Soryu’s soul and drool marks on your mouth. “OOOO SOMEONE’S CRANKY.” There’s no break with this guy and he’s certainly not helping right now. First of all, you know you have to go to work so your mood deteriorates progressively and then this guy makes matters worse by showing you those horrendous pictures.You chase him around the penthouse to strangle him once and for all and he’s laughing like a maniac. Eventually you get tired so you give up. All the fun aside, he worries about you so he covers you in his fluffiest furry blankets and kisses you on the forehead. Cuddles you so you sleep warm and tight.

aight, i hope you like this! eisuke one is so self indulgent lmao.

[peanut-tyrug]

DS Fanfic: Mime against The Grain

The tale of Wes’ time alone in the Constant.

Smth I just felt like writing. I partially got this fic idea from an AO3 fanfic I found yesterday titled “Beginning of a Dream” by the author eyeballboba. Go check it out if you want, it’s a fic abt Wes’ time in the invisible box.

Also, slight warning. This fic gets a bit violent (death/starvation). There’s no gore though. There’s also talk of loss of a family member. The fic is also a tad sad in a few parts (giving up on escaping an invisible prison/going insane from boredom). Maxwell is also smoking a blunt. If you aren’t comfortable with these things, don’t read this.

Wes runs as the crows behind him stay flying after him, balloon with a doll tied to it still in hand. He turns a right only to find himself in darkness. He suddenly and hardly bumps into a stranger, who flies forward due to the collision.

Two, pitch black hands fall down to poor mime and crows. The two hands swirl around into streaks of shadow, causing the crows to swirl around with them. Wes covers his head as whispers fill his brain.

A portal quickly opens below the mime and crows, and they all get sucked in. Wes can only look up as the sky above Paris moves further and further away from his line of sight.

Then everything goes dark.

…

Wes suddenly wakes up.

He quickly sits up and turns his head around.

He’s not in Paris anymore.

The lone mime sits in a small field with large trees circling the area. Birds can be heard. It looks very peaceful, but also incredibly eerie. In between the sound of chirping birds is deafening silence.

Suddenly, in front of Wes, a tall, dapper and suit-wearing man smoking a blunt appears. The man’s face goes from smug to confused at the sight of the mime.

“…You’re not Witherstone…”

Wes scrambles to his feet and tries to run away from the man, only for pitch black hands to grab him and pull him into the ground. The hands transport him back to the dapper man, and put Wes directly in front of the man’s face.

The man looks at Wes with fury in his eyes. Wes can’t help but tremble at the sight of the infuriated man.

The man then snaps his fingers, and the hands pull Wes back into the ground to take him to another area.

—

The hands reappear in a spot surrounded by statues of the man Wes had seen before and plop the poor mime onto the floor. Wes slowly gets up and examines his surroundings before trying to run away.

The only thing he runs into being an invisible wall.

Wes’ face smacks onto the wall. He reels back and rubs his nose. Wes slowly walks forward and touches the wall with his left hand, then his right.

He almost feels as if he’s just tricking himself.

He taps the wall, then tries to push it. Nothing budges. He then tries to punch it. Nothing budges. Punches to the wall quickly turn into bangs. Wes tries to pry himself out of the box, but he can’t.

Tears begin swelling up in his eyes. Wes slowly falls to his knees, realizing he’s stuck here. He turns to lean his back against the box’s wall and curls up into a ball to silently cry.

…

Time passes. The sun slowly passes through the sky, and is now toward the horizon. The sky glows in a bright orangish red. Wes would admire it, if it weren’t for the predicament he was in: Inside a cramped invisible box. Alone. With no one to communicate with.

Wes then suddenly gets an idea. Something that could at least kind of keep him company.

Balloon animals.

He always carried balloons in his pocket. And he’s glad to have them with him, especially now.

Wes makes a balloon dog. He huddles it close, like a stuffed animal. He pretends that the balloon dog is an actual dog, moving it close to his face and rubbing it against his face, almost like the dog is licking him. It’s not much, but it’s something to help Wes feel better.

He begins to blow up a few other balloons to help liven up the box, make himself feel better. He doesn’t blow up too many, as he still wants to be able to see the sky.

Night eventually falls. Stars begin to slowly appear. Wes looks up at the sky, huddling his balloon dog close and looks up at the stars. He notices a few constellations similar to ones seen from Earth, although a little different.

Wes, although a little uncomfortable due to being cramped, slowly drifts off to sleep.

…

It’s been a few days since he arrived here, from what Wes can recount. Wes passes time by daydreaming, coming up with ideas for poems, which he eventually writes in a little notepad in his pocket.

Some of the poems however, are not very positive.

Wes’ sanity slowly but surely dwindles the longer he’s in the box. He doesn’t have much to do at all, and it’s slowly driving him nuts.

Wes slowly notices his vision becoming more smeared, blurry, bright, and dark by the hour. He begins to hear whispers. A red aura appears in his peripheral vision. His head begins to hurt. He slowly becomes more and more overwhelmed, which doesn’t help him with his dwindling sanity.

Wes looks in front of him to see a creature that seems to be made of shadow. Wes silently yelps at the sight of the creature and tries to straighten up a bit.

The closer the creature gets, the better look Wes can get of it.

The creature has a beak and long fangs. There are also spikes on it’s back. It walks on three little spider-like legs.

Wes curls up into a ball and closes his eyes. He prepares the creature to strike.

But nothing happens.

The creature smacks against the invisible wall, unable to penetrate it.

Wes cockily smirks and sticks his tongue out the creature. He blows a raspberry directed at the creature. He sits back against the box and smugly looks at the creature. It eventually goes away, giving up on trying to attack its prey.

Wes then tries to fall asleep to try and get some of his sanity back.

…

It’s been a few weeks now. Wes notices that it’s begun to snow.

He doesn’t feel the cold of the Constant’s winter from inside the box however. He’s perfectly fine.

Snow covers the top of the box, obscuring the sky. A few inches of snow begin piling around the box.

Wes watches the snow fall, wishing he could just play in the snow, but he can’t. He can really only imagine it, daydream about it.

—

Another few weeks pass. The snow has mostly cleared. Gloomy clouds begin to cover the blue sky. Rain begins to quickly pour down.

Wes, holding onto the balloon dog from before, tries to sleep to the sound of the rain from outside of the box.

Just as he is about to drift off however…

RUMBLE! BOOM! CRACK!

Thunder is suddenly heard, and lightning strike the ground. Wes jolts awake to the sound, squeezing the balloon dog tight, almost popping it.

Wes realizes what the sound was and calms down. He tries to drift off to sleep again.

But again…

RUMBLE! BOOM! CRACK!

Thunder is heard again. Another lightning bolt strikes. Wes jolts awake again.

Wes doesn’t get a lot of sleep that afternoon.

—

Another couple weeks pass. It’s perfectly clear out, but the sky glows a deep orangish yellow. Wes looks around the world outside the box and glances at a few trees. A few of the trees have caught on fire.

Wes is glad he can’t feel that heat, it must be horrible out there if trees are catching on fire.

Wes doesn’t really like looking at the burning trees, they make him upset. He tries to not focus on them, and tries to daydream.

…

Wes takes account of the past couple months, noting that this world has seasons. A snowy winter, a rainy spring, and an incredibly hot summer.

At this point, the wildfires have stopped. Wes assumes it’s autumn now.

He’s amazed, but also upset, by the fact that he’s been stuck in this box for just over an entire year.

Wes silently sighs, saddened by this realization. He looks off into the nearby trees.

But he notices something.

Maybe not something.

But someone.

Wes quickly perks his head up. Another person, a human person, here? He couldn’t believe what he saw.

The person slowly approached the spot where Wes was, likely to explore it. As the figure drew closer, Wes could get a better look at it.

The figure, who looks to be a man, had a backpack on. He also had a spear in his hand. He had on what looked like a red pinstriped vest with a white dress shirt underneath. He also had black fingerless gloves covering his arms. He also wore black pants and dress shoes. Wes also took note of the person’s peculiar hairstyle, the person’s hair almost looking like a “W”.

Wes quickly gets to his feet and bangs the invisible wall in front of him. The man notices Wes inside the box and begins to rush toward him.

The man slows as he approaches the box. Once he reaches it, he lets his hands touch the box’s surface.

“Are you alright?” The man asks.

Wes isn’t really sure. Physically, he’s fine. But mentally, he’s not in the best shape. For his answer though, he shakes his head.

The man’s face softens with guilt. “Oh, you poor thing…”

He then tries to introduce himself. “My name is Wilson, Wilson Percival Higgsbury. What’s yours?”

Wes takes out his notepad and pencil from his pocket. He opens the pad and writes. He shows Wilson what he wrote and he reads it out loud.

“…Wes?” Wilson asks. Wes responds with a nod.

Wilson then asks another question out of curiosity. “Can you speak?”

Wes writes again. He shows the page to Wilson, which says: “No, I can’t speak. I’m mute. No offense to you though. You’re fine.”

“…Oh.” Wilson responds. A bit of guilt can be heard in his voice. He does eventually smile though, glad that Wes doesn’t mind Wilson’s question.

Wilson asks another question. “How long have you been in this box? Did a suited man trap you here?”

Wes writes down again. He shows what he wrote to Wilson: “A little over a year. And yes, a suited man did trap me here.”

Wilson looks at the pad wide eyed. He’s in shock by the fact this man has been in this space for over a year. He then frowns and his brows furrow when he reads that the same man who trapped him there also trapped a poor, innocent man inside an invisible box.

Wes looks at Wilson concerned, due to his expression. Wilson notices. He looks up at Wes. “Oh, no I’m not made at you. I’m just mad that he did this to you…” Wilson looks down again “You’ve been alone for so long, likely bored out of your mind.”

Wes smiles at Wilson’s sympathy.

Wilson looks up to Wes and speaks up again. “Anyway, I WILL get you of this box and I WILL assist in your survival. No one deserves this.” Wilson says. Wes smiles hopefully. He writes in the pad again and shows it to Wilson: “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome! I’m willing to help anyone out here. No one deserves to be in this hellscape.” Wilson says.

Wilson looks over to one of the statues. “Hmm… I’d imagine I need to destroy those statues…” Wilson says. He pulls a pickaxe out of from his backpack and goes to destroy the one of the statues. Wes watches Wilson as he walks over to the statue and chips away at it. The statue eventually breaks, and Clockworks suddenly pop out of thin air. Wes watches with shock in his eyes as Wilson preps himself for a fight.

Multiple statues are broken and multiple waves of Clockworks are defeated. Wes silently cheers Wilson on as he fights through the waves.

Wilson eventually reaches the last waves of Clockworks, which all surround Wes’ invisible box. Each of the Clockworks are slowly taken down one by one.

Once the very last Clockwork is defeated, Wilson puts his hands to his knees to catch his breath.

Wes notices the balloons he had blown up fly into the air, indicating that Wes was…

Free…

He was finally out…

Wes beams with joy. He happily jogs in place and claps his hands.

However, something that was once seemingly part of the past slowly seeps it’s way in.

Wes’ hunger.

He hadn’t eaten in months.

He quickly becomes overrun with weakness. His vision blurs and his ears begin to ring. He then falls to his knees and slowly begins to fall flat on his chest.

As he falls and begins to slip away, he can hear Wilson shouting his name. But everything quickly goes dark…

And then completely quiet…

…

“Say pal, you don’t look so good. You better find something to eat before night comes!”

Wes shoots open his eyes and jolts upward.

His hunger pangs from before are gone. He feels perfectly fine.

He looks around. He’s in an area similar to the one he was in when he first arrived in this place. Trees circle the area and birds can be heard.

Wes slowly gets up. He puts his hands to his hips.

“…I need food.” Wes thinks to himself.

Wes walks around the terrain for a bit, picking up any twigs, grass, and flint he can find. He eventually makes an axe, which he uses to pick up some firewood. He also picks up any berries and carrots he can find.

—

It’s dusk now. Wes tries to find a place to settle for the night, logs and grass in hand. As he tries to look for a spot though, barking can be heard, and it’s quickly approaching.

Wes looks behind to see a few dog-like creatures rapidly approaching. He immediately runs, not knowing where he’s going.

As he aimlessly runs, he bumps directly into a tree stump. His firewood and grass fly forward. And before Wes could pick any of it up…

Night begins to fall.

Wes tries to look for the logs and grass but to no avail.

Suddenly, whispers can be heard.

Wes looks around for where the noise could’ve come from, but as he looks, a sharp pain runs up his back.

Something bit him, but he doesn’t know what.

He limps, looking for the wood and grass, but before he can, more whispering is heard.

And then he feels the same sharp pain from before run up his back.

He falls unconscious.

It all goes dark again…

…

“Say pal, you don’t look so good…”

Wes jolts awake again. He find himself in a familiar plain, similar to the one from before.

He gets up, and does the same thing as he did before: Gets flint, twigs, and grass. Makes an axe. Gets firewood for a campfire. Finds any carrots and berries he can find.

—

It’s almost dusk. Wes had went a lot quicker with gathering than he did before.

He spots a few large creatures in the distance. They look like buffaloes, but incredibly furry. Wes decides to try and attack one of the beasts to enhance his pallet.

He slowly creeps up behind the creature, axe in hand. Once he approaches the beast, he hits it directly in the back. The beast roars in pain at the strike. Wes feels a bit bad.

Shortly after the attack though, an entire herd of the same creature begins rushing forward.

Wes looks on with his mouth agape, but he tries to gain the courage to hopefully take down the hoard. He runs directly into the raging herd and begins hitting various beasts with his axe. It’s not really doing much. That doesn’t exactly matter though, as the axe eventually breaks.

With nothing to fight with, Wes tries to run out of the herd, but he constantly gets halted. He gets pushed to the ground by one of the creatures, and begins getting mauled by the furry buffalo herd.

It goes dark once more…

…

“Say pal…”

Wes jolts awake again. He realizes that he had died again. He brings his legs to chest, crosses his arms, and pouts. He can’t even survive a single day.

He gets up and repeats the same process as before.

He entirely avoids any possible threat and just tries to pick any carrots or berries he can find.

—

It’s almost night. Wes is proud of himself. He had finally been able to make it to night time (and not die to whatever bit him on his first night outside the box).

When the sun begins to set, Wes makes his campfire. He then sticks a carrot to a twig and decides to let it cook in the fire. Once it’s done cooking, he eats it.

It’s wonderful.

Wes hadn’t eaten in so long that basically anything would taste good to him.

He savors each bite. He also tries to cook and eat the berries he found. They taste even better cooked, he realizes.

With his stomach full, he refuels the fire a bit and tries to drift off to sleep.

Emphasis on try.

An eerie music box can be heard. Wes perks up to see a shadow hand creeping toward his campfire. Wes quickly heads up to the hand and shoos it away, which he achieves, but after the hand reels back, it begins to move back into the light. Wes sits in place so the hand doesn’t touch his fire.

Wes looks to his right to see another one of these shadow hands. Wes internally groans and goes up to the other hand to shoo it away. He goes back and forth between the two hands to keep them away. He also tries to continue to keep the fire fueled.

It’s a long night. He doesn’t get any sleep either.

—

The sun rises again. Wes gets up from his dwindling fire and leaves it there. He picks up the supplies he left on the ground and sets off.

He decides that he wants to make a base today. To start, he needs something that his mind had dubbed, a “Science Machine”. It needs one gold nugget, four logs, and four rocks.

Wes isn’t sure why or how he knows that. He just does, for whatever reason.

He eventually makes a pickaxe and goes to find rocks.

He eventually walks into a biome with a gravel-like ground with rocks littered around. Nearby the rocks is a bird’s nest with an egg in it, which is, oddly enough, just sitting on the ground.

He doesn’t dare try to steal the egg in the nest. Although it’s tempting, he almost feels he’d rather just try to live off carrots and berries. He also finds it disrespectful to steal a bird mother’s egg.

He walks up to a rock and begins to chip at it. It eventually breaks, dropping various materials, including the rocks he needed. He picks them up and heads to another rock.

As he does though, he hears an odd droning like sound. He looks up the see a long and lanky legged bird with one eye running toward him. Wes looks at the creature, perturbed by how freaky it looks.

He picks up his materials and runs off, but the bird doesn’t seem to leave. The bird’s eye glows a bright red and the creature hits Wes’ back with it’s beak. Wes falls to the ground, dropping his materials. But before he can grab them, the lanky bird picks at him again.

The bird continues to pick at Wes, until he eventually falls unconscious…

…

Over and over again, Wes hears the dapper man’s voice.

“Say pal, you don’t look so good…”

Repeatedly. After each death.

“…You better find something to eat before night comes!”

The seemingly endless cycle of awakening and death is slowly driving him mad.

He faces what he feels is just about every death possible in this world. Spiders, food poisoning, getting attacked by shadows, various other hybrid creatures… and if he’s lucky enough to make it to another season, he has to deal with getting too hot, too cold, getting struck by lightning almost constantly until he eventually dies… and at the end of each season comes a humongous beast.

A deer with one eye that’s also a laser, a moose/goose hybrid, a humongous dragonfly, and a raging bear/badger hybrid.

He’s died to each of them multiple times. It’s not often he gets to see these beasts, but it’s almost impossible for him to kill them.

It’s agonizing.

On a particular night though, something happens.

Wes sits in front of his campfire, eating a cooked carrot. He hears a whirring sound to his left and looks over to the source of the sound.

His eyes widen.

It’s a portal.

Wes beams. Maybe it’s his ticket out.

He darts over to the portal, leaving his supplies behind. He jumps into the portal, expecting to be back home.

But he isn’t.

He’s standing on a long and reflective white path.

Wes looks around and notices he’s in a large space surrounded by a large tube-like swirling black and white pattern (it encompasses the realm). Scattered around in the air are floating shards of glass showing images of other timelines and worlds.

A link between worlds, or maybe dimensions?

Wes walks on the path, hoping to find a portal that leads back home.

—

He walks for what feels like hours. Although tired, Wes is determined to find another portal that can bring him home.

In the distance, he spots an ending to the path with a portal in front of it.

Wes darts over to the portal. He quickly approaches it and runs through it.

But as he goes through it, he runs into something.

He couldn’t see what it was. He stumbles and falls to his bottom.

He suddenly feels himself being picked up by his shirt collar.

Wes looks forward to see a burly, muscular, and angry man with a mustache looking directly at him. Wes trembles at the sight of the man.

“Look where going!” The man shouts in a thick Russian accent. “Do not challenge the mighty Wolfgang! Will beat weakling to pulp!”

Wes trembles at the threat.

“Mr. Wolfgang, please put him down. He likely doesn’t mean any harm.” A young and quiet voice next to the burly man speaks.

“…Ah. Sorry.” The man sets Wes down back onto his feet. Wes gets a look at the man. He has messy black hair that’s also up in a small ponytail. The man’s mustache also looks pretty messy. He also has claw mark scars over his right eye. He has bandages that cover his arms and most of his hands. Wes also notices how muscular the man is. He’s huge. He looks as if he could knock someone out with one punch. The man is also wearing a red striped unitard and some kind of fur on around his arms and on his back.

“…What is your name?” Says the young voice. Wes looks down to see a girl with blonde hair looking up at him. She has her hair up and a wilted red flower in her hair. She’s also wearing a brown jacket with read stripes on it with a white dress shirt underneath. She also has on a gray skirt.

Wes takes out his notepad and flips the page he wrote his name on. He shows it to the girl.

“Wes…” The girl says. The burly man hears the name and comments on it. “Is nice name.”

Wes smiles at the man as a thank you. The man smiles back. The man winks at Wes as a “You’re Welcome!”. Wes smiles.

“My name is Wendy.” The girl says. “I also have a sister named Abigail, but she’s resting at the moment.”

Wes is a tad confused, since he only sees two other people. He tilts his head at Wendy.

“Oh. She’s not part of the mortal plain anymore.” Wendy says.

Wes’ eye widen. He frowns and immediately feels bad for the girl.

“Oh, don’t be sorry. Death happens. It’s part of our world.” Wendy says.

Wes’ eyes widen again. Poor girl… having to face death so early in her life… it also seems to have taken a toll on her well-being… Wes decides not to press on it, at least not right now, unless Wendy isn’t willing to talk about it.

Wendy then pulls out a flower out of her pocket. It’s similar to the one in her hair. “Abigail sleeps in here. In her corporeal form.”

Wes gives a nod, confirming he understands.

“I think she’d be happy to meet you when she wakes up.” Wendy speaks up. Wes smiles and nods as a response.

The man suddenly breaks the silence between the girl and mime. “I am Wolfgang! Incredible strongman! Hah!” Wolfgang flexes his arms. Wes smiles at Wolfgang’s dramatic flare.

Wes then flips to another page in his notepad and takes out his pencil. He writes and shows the page to Wolfgang and Wendy. It reads: “Where are you two going? Is there a portal here that leads back home?”

“We are not sure…” Wendy says. “We’re just walking. And we don’t know where to…”

Wolfgang suddenly speaks up, but he doesn’t respond to the question. “Can Wes no talk?” He asks.

Wes flips to another page in the pad and shows to Wolfgang, the same page that Wes had shown to Wilson: “No, I can’t speak. I’m mute. No offense to you. You’re fine.”

“Oh. Wolfgang can’t read well.” Wolfgang says. Wes immediately feels and looks guilty.

“No, no. Is fine.” Wolfgang reassures. Wes smiles thankfully.

Wendy reads the page aloud for Wolfgang. After she’s done reading, she speaks up again. “I see.”

“What is 'mute'?” Wolfgang asks.

“It means to be speechless, meaning Wes here can’t speak. Unfortunate. It’s part of life though, misfortune…” Wendy says.

“Oh.” Wolfgang bears a guilty look. Wes pats Wolfgang’s shoulder reassuringly. Wolfgang smiles at the gesture.

“We should continue moving.” Wendy says. “Care to join us, Mr. Wes?”

Wes nods excitedly. He moves to stand to Wendy’s right. Wolfgang is on Wendy’s left. Wendy stands in between the strongman and mime. The three of them walk forward.

—

The three continue forward. Each of them, especially Wes, are tired of walking. There seems to be no end to this path.

Until Wendy spots a portal open at the end of the path.

She points. “There. Possible salvation.” She says in a monotone voice.

The mime and strongman perk up and smile brightly. An end to their boring walk.

And hopefully a way home.

The three of them quickly walk to the portal. They each pass through it…

To find themselves in a familiar terrain.

And it sure as hell isn’t the home they were wanting.

The three exit the portal, which is being taken over by thorny rose vines. As they walk through the portal, they take look at their surroundings.

In front of the portal though, two men look at the newcomers.

One of the two men bears a long, black beard. He also wears a red pinstriped vest. His brows are furrowed, but he’s not angry, just surprised.

The other man stands behind the bearded man. He has his arms crossed, looking at the three of them with a solemn, but also guilty looking, expression.

- END -

[storiesforallfandoms]

enemies to lovers ~ mark;midsommar

word count: 2890

request?: yes!

“Midsommar imagine where Mark and reader aren't friends and always fight when the group hangs oit with each other so Josh, Dani, and Christian lock them in a room and they end up admitting their feelings and kissing or smth?”

description: when their friends grow tired of their “rivalry”, so they decide to force them to admit their feelings for one another

pairing: mark x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

Dani raced into the library and sat in front of me. The sound of the doors slamming and her bag loudly rustling caused the other studying students to shush her.

“Party at Christian’s house,” she whispered to me, although we still got a few glares from the surrounding tables. “Tonight. I’m going around 8 to help set up.”

“I have an assignment due Monday, Dani. I can’t go to a party,” I told her.

Dani scoffed. “You have all weekend, and you already know you’re gonna pass. Take one Friday night to let loose and have fun.”

I looked down at my assignment and thought for a moment. “Will...will Mark be there?”

“You know he will be. He lives there.”

“Then no, I’m not going.”

Dani rolled her eyes at me. “You have to get over this stupid feud with Mark. You run with the same friend group, you have to get along eventually.”

“I’ll try when he does.” My outburst earned us more shushing and dirty looks.

My fight with Mark was not my doing. It was the opposite, actually. I had tried to be friends with Mark. When we first met, I was nice and friendly. He was the one who decided to start everything off with insults and harmful comments.

Since then, we never got along. I still tried to be friends with him, for Dani’s sake more than anything. He was Christian’s best friend, and roommate after all. It’s not like I could actually avoid him or anything. But my attempts were proven futile time and time again, as Mark just continued to be a complete and utter dickwad towards me, for no reason other than he was just an asshole.

Knowing I was too frustrated to continue working, I packed my things into my laptop bag and walked out of the library. Dani quickly followed me out. Once the doors closed behind us, she began talking again.

“Okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” she said. “I know this is all on Mark. I still don’t get what his problem is.”

“He’s a jerk,” I responded simply. “And a fuckboy, and all those bad words to describe a guy. I don’t match up to his standards or whatever, so he has to put me in my place.”

“But you’re like me, and he seems to like me.”

“But you’re dating his friend. I’m not saying he wouldn’t be nice to you if you weren’t, but by proxy he has to be nice to you or else Christian would beat the shit out of him. Me, on the other hand, I’m fair game. He doesn’t like me, I have no legitimate ties to any of his friends. He’s free to verbally abuse me as he desires.”

“It’s still not fair,” Dani sighed. “And it sucks because it puts this strain on you and me hanging out whenever Christian and his friends are involved.” She shook her head then shrugged. “I don’t know. You are free to come to the party if you want, though. I’d rather you be there, though. We haven't let loose together in a long time.”

“I’ll think about it,” I told her. “I’ll text you if I decide to come.”

She smiled and gave me a hug before racing off for the class I knew she was late for. I laughed and rolled my eyes before going the other direction.

~~~~~~~

After a lot of internal debates with myself, I decided to go to the party, but only for Dani.

I planned everything out the minute I got out of class: I’d show up early enough that I wasn’t the first person there, but that there weren’t too many people already. Just enough that I could slip in without Mark noticing I was there. I’d stay for an hour or two and hang out with Dani, then I’d go home before it got too crowded, or before the great asshole himself found me.

I got ready at my place and decided to drive myself, so I wouldn’t have an excuse to stay too late and drink. I even parked down the road to make sure I’d be able to leave without being blocked in.

Unfortunately, my timing wasn’t exactly the best as I was the first person to arrive, besides Dani who was still helping set up. The minute I walked through the door, she bounded towards me and hugged me tightly.

“You came!” she said. “I’m so glad!”

“Yeah,” I said, trying not to seem as awkward as I felt. “I decided fuck it. Like you said, we haven’t let loose together in a while. Although, fair warning, I won’t be letting loose too much tonight. I drove myself, and I intend on driving myself home.”

“That’s fine, I’ll pump you full of water after I make you so wasted you can’t walk straight,” she said with a nonchalant shrug. I laughed, although I wasn’t sure if she was completely joking or not.

“You realize you’re supposed to show up fashionably late to parties, not fashionably early, right?”

I cringed at the sound of the voice I wanted to hear the least. I looked past Dani to see Mark standing in the kitchen, putting drinks in a cooler that was set out on the counter.

“Oh wait, I forgot, you have a self curfew. Wouldn’t wanna fall behind on next week’s homework,” he continued.

My body tensed and my grip on Dani’s hands tightened.

“Mark,” Dani snapped.

“What?” he asked. “I’m just saying. I’m sure Miss. Teacher’s Pet can afford to be an actual college student for the night and actually attend a party like a normal person.”

I had to bite back the tears I felt welling up in my eyes. This was why I didn’t like hanging out with the friend group. I really felt like I didn’t belong there, and it was all thanks to Mark.

“Open your mouth one more fucking time, asshole,” Dani hissed. “This may be your house but I will not hesitate to kick your ass to the curb.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Ignore him,” Dani whispered to me. “I’m glad you’re here early. Wanna help set up? Christian wants to do beer pong and the table is down in the basement.”

“Where are you guys gonna put it?” I asked, looking around their cramped living room.

“I don’t know, I told Christian I’d figure it out,” Dani responded, waving away my question. “I just need help bringing it up.”

I shrugged and followed her down to the basement. Like the rest of their place, the boy’s basement was also a mess. It was hard to know where we’d be able to find anything since it looked like everything was just thrown around.

“I’m not shocked,” Dani said upon seeing the state of the basement.

“Neither am I,” I responded. “Do you know roughly where it is?”

“No idea,” she said with a sigh. “I’ll go ask Christian. You look around, give me a second.”

She raced back up the stairs. I looked around the messy basement. I had no desire to dig around in someone else’s mess, but I figured the quicker I found the ping pong table, the quicker I could get out of there.

I heard the door to the basement open again as I was shifting some boxes around. However, instead of Dani, the voice I wanted to hear the least spoke up.

“It’s not over there.”

I spun around to see Mark walking past me towards the wall opposite of the stairs.

“Where’s Dani?” I asked.

“She sent me down to get the ping pong table. She said she wanted to do the last of the stuff upstairs.”

“What else does she have to do?”

“Beats me. I think this is the only thing.”

Mark shoved some stuff aside and pulled the folded pool table from against the wall. I started to approach, but hesitated. “Do you need help with that?”

“No, I got it. Go open the door for me, though. I don’t wanna drop it going up the stairs.”

I quickly bounded up the stairs, excited to get out of that situation. I went to turn the door knob, but found that it wouldn’t budge. “Did you lock the door behind you?”

“What? No. The doorknob locks from the other side.”

“Well, someone locked us down here.”

I heard Mark’s footsteps behind me on the stairs. He reached past me to try and jiggle the doorknob himself. The stairwell was so close that he had to basically be pressed against me. Despite my distain for Mark, I couldn’t help but feel nervous with his closeness. I could smell his cologne, and it made me feel weak in the knees.

When the door knob wouldn’t turn for him, he began beating on the door. “Hey! Guys?! Did someone lock the door?!”

There was no response. My heart began to race, this time in a bad way. I started thinking of the worst, that something had happened to everyone upstairs and Mark and I were going to be locked in the basement until someone came to find us. Who knew how long that would be?

“Is there a window we can climb out?” I asked.

“Don’t be so dramatic, there’s gotta be someone out there to let us out,” Mark responded before banging his hand on the door again and calling out for someone to come open the door.

“I know. I just wanted to know...just in case.”

“Someone will come get us eventually,” Mark repeated. He sat himself down on the stair and looked up at me. “You can sit while we wait. Better than standing.”

He was gesturing to the stair just behind him, which would’ve still had us sitting far too close to one another. Despite my weird feeling from being close to him moments before, I was remembering why I didn’t want to be locked down there with him. I shook my head and pressed my back against the wall.

“Why?” Mark asked.

I wasn’t prepared for the question, so my brain didn’t exactly have a response ready. I stuttered out some nonsense before finally saying, “I-I’d j-just prefer to stand.”

Mark rolled his eyes at me. “Suit yourself.”

It felt like no time was passing as we waited to hear someone outside the door. There was no way to tell how long we had been waiting, and we had both left our phones on the other side of the door. Convenient, huh?

I kept shifting weight between my legs but they were still starting to hurt. I was hoping Dani would finish with setting up soon, or would realize Mark and I had been gone for a long time, and would come to find us. Just thinking about sitting on their comfortable couch was making my legs feel more and more sore by the second.

Noticing my discomfort, Mark grabbed my arm suddenly and yanked me down to sit next to him. I stumbled a little, nearly falling down the stairs, but finally settled onto the stair just behind him. The narrowness of the stairwell caused Mark to brush against my mostly bare legs, which caused my stomach to fill with butterflies.

“Looking at you was making me tired,” he told me. “I don’t understand why you were being so stubborn about sitting down. I’m not gonna bite you or anything.”

“You might,” I muttered to myself.

“I’m not into biting,” Mark responded, smirking at me over his shoulder.

This was new. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Mark was trying to flirt with me.

“I don’t get you,” I blurted before I could stop myself. I could feel my face burning with blush, but I couldn’t take back what I said now.

“What do you mean?” Mark asked, looking at me with a confused look on his face.

“Maybe 10 minutes ago, you were insulting me about being a teacher’s pet and mocking me for showing up so early to the party. Now you’re here giving me a look as if I’m one of those poor girls that you pick up from the clubs every weekend. Can you just decide if you hate me or not and leave it there.”

I was just as shocked by my own outburst as Mark seemed to be.

“I don’t hate you,” he admitted.

“Well, you have a weird way of showing that,” I responded. “You thrive off of making fun of me. I’m pretty sure that’s, like, the definition of not liking someone.”

It looked like he was taking a moment to take in what I had said. Finally, he spoke again. “I guess...I guess I’m not exactly the nicest to you.”

I scoffed. “That’s an understatement. I dread having to hang out with Dani when it means you’re going to be there, too. She had to convince me to come here tonight, and the reason I came so early was to leave just as early so I wouldn’t have to be here with you for so long. The things you say are fucking hurtful, Mark. You make me feel like dirt. Like less than dirt. I don’t understand why you treat me the way you do when I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“I know, I know. You’re right,” he said. “Some of the things I’ve said...I’ve taken it way too far. I’m sorry.”

Did Hell just freeze over?

“Did...did you just...?”

“I did. Wanna hear it again? I’m sorry for being such a prick to you, (Y/N),” he repeated. “It’s so wrong of me to act that way, and I’ve taken some of my comments too far. I’m truly sorry.”

I was stunned into silence at this. I couldn’t believe that he was actually apologizing. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d hear the words “I’m sorry” come from Mark’s mouth, and that he’d actually mean them! I was starting to wonder if this was all some sort of elaborate prank he was pulling on me.

“Why do you make fun of me?” I asked. “I’ve tried to be your friend since day one, I don’t think I’ve ever did anything to you.”

Mark looked down at his hands. I could see him trying to work his way through some type of response. Finally, he sighed, sounding defeated, and responded, “Because I like you, and I didn’t think you’d ever like me. So I thought it’d be easier just to push you away than to even try and be friends.”

Well, tonight really is just filled with surprises, huh?

“That’s...a lot to unpack,” I said. “First and foremost, why do you think I wouldn’t like you? You haven’t even given me time to get to know you.”

“You wouldn’t want to get to know me,” he said. “You’re this perfect person in every way. You’re excelling in your classes, you’re so hard working and determined. I’m basically the exact opposite of that. I have zero drive to do school work, I’m just barley passing. I have no idea what I’m doing with my life, but you seem so sure of everything. A girl like you would never fall for a guy like me. And I mean...that fucking stings, but you’re probably better off that way. I’d just hold you back.”

I let his words settle in for a moment. I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t even sure how much I believed him. After so long of Mark mocking me and putting me down, I had a hard time believing anything he had to say.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t try to help you with that stuff?” I finally asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean...if you had told me this from the start, we could’ve worked on that together. I could help you with school work, and help you figure out what you wanted to do with your future. Even if it took years to figure that out, I could’ve helped you.”

Mark lifted his head to look at me. “Would...could you...do you have feelings for me, too?”

“I might,” I admitted, “but you have to work to find that out. You’ve been treating me like trash since we met, it’s not exactly the best start to a relationship. So, I propose we start over.” I held my hand out to him. “Hi, I’m (Y/N).”

He smiled at me and shook my head. “I’m Mark.”

“Nice to meet you, Mark.”

His smile was actually really nice. He looked handsome when he wasn’t trying to be a colossal douchebag.

Near seconds after our little make up, we both heard the lock to the basement door turning. We quickly rose to our feet as Dani pulled the door open, trying (and failing) to hide the grin on her face.

“I didn’t realize the door was locked! Sorry guys.”

Dani had always been a bad liar.

Mark and I shared a look before he walked out of the basement before me, completely abandoning the ping pong table, which was why we had gone down there. Dani was smiling brightly at me as I passed her. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but smile back as well.

[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

Hey i wanted to ask if you could write a reader x fred fic where they learn about the mirror of erised in class and then the reader has to step in front of it to say what they see and they say smth like "fred could you step aside" or "could you get out of the frame, you are in the way" and it turns out he wasn't even close to being in the mirrors view and so they just announced that their deepest desire is fred, ik it's very specific but please🥺❤

I’ve actually been thinking about writing something like this so I am very glad you sent this in!!! And, honestly, really specific requests are always welcome because I know exactly what you all want! I love any request you send my way :).

Title: The Desired Slip-Up

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Fred and George’s Sixth Year at Hogwarts had already started off with a bang. The announcement of the Tri-Wizard Tournament had everyone in high spirits, and they all waited impatiently for the Winter holiday celebrations. Sure, they were dealing with an unpleasant scammer by the name of Ludo Bagman, but the Twins were certain they would get their way eventually.  

Like any other year, Fred continued his usual school-yard scheming with his brother, occasionally stopping to view the petrifying tasks of the Tri-Wizard Tournament where Harry Potter managed to avoid the clutches of an irritated Hungarian Horntail. Despite having excellent marks, the Twins often found themselves bored with the courses at Hogwarts and were often discussing ways to avoid attending them. However, the possibility of their mother finding out about their misbehavior urged Fred and George, despite their grievances, to attend their classes.

Professor Moody currently held the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and often introduced unorthodox items in his teachings. Well, what could really be considered unorthodox at a school for Magic?

On a particularly cold Novembers’ day, Fred sauntered into the classroom, tailed by his brother, and at once caught sight of the ornate mirror at the front of the room. The students were gathered around each other’s desks, exchanging whispers as to what the mirror could do. Waiting for his students to settle, Professor Moody rapped his fingers against his desk, his blue eye ardently scanning the room as two more girls trailed in.  

Fred and George took their usual seats at the center, roughly setting down his belongings behind Angelina Johnson, who turned to face the noise with a hint of annoyance.  

“Making sure everyone hears you arrive?” She asked teasingly, swinging her legs over the empty space beside her.  

“You know us, Angelina-” replied George with a thumbs up  

“Always putting on a show” finished Fred, shooting his friend a wink before acknowledging the empty seat, “And (Y/N)?” asked Fred, earning a shrug from Angelina. However, before Fred could ask anything else, Mad-Eye Moody rose from his seat and tapped the edge of the mirror with his wand, effectively silencing the class.  

“Now, I’ve prepared a very special lesson for you lot and I expect your undivided attention” Moody declared, his good eye trained on Fred Weasley, who was doodling product designs on a spare bit of parchment. George, noticing Mad-Eye’s intense stare, jabbed Fred’s side and gestured for him to look forward.  

Begrudgingly setting his quill down, Fred rested his cheek against his palm as Mad-Eye cleared the first row of desks nearest to the mirror. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in Mad-Eye’s teachings, Fred just found it rather difficult to concentrate when he was plagued by thoughts of (Y/N)’s absence. Although (Y/N) (L/N) was quite the prankster herself, she was not one to miss classes, especially if the Professor was known for dealing out harsh punishments if he caught you.  

“I want a nice, clean line facing the mirror” Mad-eye announced, gesturing towards the empty space he had cleared, “This isn’t your ordinary, everyday mirror so don’t let me catch you fixing your hair and makeup in front of it” He warned, eyeing the group of giggling girls lining up beside him. With a sigh, Fred pushed himself off his seat and followed George and Angelina towards the front of the class, gaze trained out the window as he wondered what it would feel like to fly through the cold-wind at this very moment.  

Paying no attention to the lesson, Fred narrowed his eyes at the shape whizzing meters from the window. “Is that a person? Flying towards the castle?” he thought, subtly inching towards the glass to get a better glimpse of the robed figure, but they had already vanished. Scratching his head, Fred directed his attention towards Mad-Eye Moody, who was pointing at the calligraphy above the mirror which read:  

“Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi” or “I show not your face, but your heart’s desire” as Mad-Eye translated.

“When you look into this mirror,” Mad-Eye began, stepping in front of the line so the students could only see his reflection, “You will see what your heart most desperately desires, but be careful” He added with a wicked grin, his eyes trained on his reflection, “Some of you may go mad if you stare for too long…”  

Fred eyed Moody suspiciously, it seemed like he himself was transfixed with what he currently viewed in the mirror, only stepping away after giving his head vigorous shake. Bearing the same wicked smile, Professor Moody gestured towards the mirror, “Any volunteers?” he asked nonchalantly, but the prospect of going mad spooked the usual eagerness to participate out of his students. The Sixth years looked around at each other, trying to see who would be brave enough to face the Mirror of Erised.  

At that moment, the door to the classroom slammed open and the sound of running footsteps filled the room. Gasping for air, (Y/N) (L/N) looked up at Professor Moody with disheveled robes and a broomstick gripped in her right hand, her satchel hanging loosely over her shoulder as she set her broom against the wall.  

“Professor, I am so sorry. I lost track of time while at the Quidditch Pitch and—” but Professor Moody cut off her rambling excuses with a swift raise of his hand.  

“As a result of your tardiness,” Moody growled, his good eye trained on (Y/N) as the other whizzed from her broom and back to her, “And flying around the grounds without permission” he added and (Y/N) bowed her head in shame, setting her satchel down beside Angelina’s before walking towards the front of the classroom.  

“You will be the first to demonstrate the effects of the Mirror of Erised,” Moody finished, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he urged her in front of the mirror, “I’ve already explained what the mirror does, but unfortunately, you were late so you will find out on your own” he explained, looking back at the group of students behind him, “And none of you runts will tell her, got it?”As he snapped, a couple of frightened Ravenclaw girls nodded intensely causing Fred to roll his eyes for the third time in the hour.  

Feeling increasingly nervous, (Y/N) looked towards Angelina with a sheepish smile, then towards the Weasley Twins. George shot her encouraging thumbs-up, but Fred only grinned at her, urging her forwards while mouthing, “This is your punishment.” She and Fred had not always been great friends, she actually despised him during their second year when a balloon full of ink fell on top of her head, spilling its contents all over her new robes. Despite being increasingly furious that day, (Y/N) found herself laughing at the prank after Professor Flitwick removed the stains of her clothes and Professor McGonagall scolded the Twins in the middle of the Courtyard. After seeing the embarrassed looks on their faces, (Y/N) went up to them and declared the beginning of a prank-war, therefore igniting the first flames of the friendship.  

At the end of their second year, (Y/N) was crowned Prank Champion, complete with a parchment crown and colorful ribbon Lee Jordan had prepared for the winner. The summer after that, the Twins invited (Y/N) over to The Burrow where they spent the hot months of July playing Quidditch in a clearing and enjoying Mrs. Weasley’s delightful cooking. It was not until the 1994 Quidditch World Cup that (Y/N) realized her feelings towards Fred were more than friendship. She often recalled the late-night talks they would share in the Astronomy Tower, neglecting the homework they promised they would do that evening. But she really couldn’t help it, Fred was so easy-going that it was no arduous task to get lost in conversation with him. Now, they were in their Sixth year and she had collected an assortment of sweaters gifted to her by Molly Weasley, as well as many joke-shop prototypes from Fred and George.  

With the announcement of the Yule Ball, (Y/N) immediately imagined herself in a beautiful gown, circling a ballroom with Fred Weasley at her side. As she stepped up to the mirror, she took a deep breath with her eyes closed, the image of Fred’s infectious smile fresh in her memory as she opened her eyes. 

Well, it was not difficult for her to imagine Fred’s wide grin because it was staring right back at her, standing beside her with a singular rose extended towards her. Blinking rapidly, (Y/N) leered at the mirror, stepping towards it with her eyebrows furrowed, frustrated by Fred’s overconfident grin shooting towards her.

As the minutes passed, her annoyance only grew. Not only did she not know what the mirror was supposed to show, but she also had Fred’s playful gaze trained onto her. With a large huff, (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest and moved towards the right, trying to cover Fred’s presence in the mirror.  

“Something the matter?” coughed Mad-Eye, whipping the droplets of his drink away from his face and stuffing his flask into his robe pocket, “Tell us what you see.”  

Without taking her eyes off the mirror, (Y/N) clicked her tongue in frustration, “I really can’t see anything with Fred in the way,” she admitted, “Can you get out the way? You’ve been grinning at me like a mad man”  

Fred registered George’s snort of laughter beside him, his ears flushing red as he replayed (Y/N)’s words in his head, “(Y/N), sweetheart” he spoke up, raising his hand up in the air to show how far back in the line he was, “I’m over here, love. How could I possibly be blocking your view?” teased Fred, stepping out of the line as (Y/N) whipped around to face him. 

With her mouth agape, she locked eyes with Fred and realization dawned on her, it was impossible, Fred was too far away, and he was the only one the mirror was reflecting... She should’ve at least seen the rest of the class or even Mad-Eye!  

Turning back towards the mirror, (Y/N) noticed Fred’s smiling face again, but also noticed the green dress robes he was wearing and how she was wearing the most magnificent purple gown she had ever laid eyes on, “I don’t understand” (Y/N) uttered out, turning her head towards Mad-Eye, “I- only see Fred and I… going to the Yule Ball together…” she admitted, lowering her voice as she did so.  

“Well, Mrs. (L/N),” Moody began, “The Mirror of Erised shows your heart’s most desperate desire and it seems yours is to be Mr. Weasley’s date,” he said matter-of-factly. (Y/N) blushed furiously at his words, her eyes darting towards the real Fred, who bore the same smile as his reflection. She could verbalize the relief that washed over her when the bell, signaling the end of class, rang and immediately taking the opportunity to bolt out of the classroom, leaving her broomstick in her wake. The rest of the students exchanged whispers as Fred and George exited the classroom, making jokes about what they thought they would see in the mirror.  

“Would you like some alone time?” asked George mischievously, handing Fred (Y/N)’s forgotten broom, “I’m sure there’s plenty the two of you should talk about” George then waved his brother off and ran down the corridor to join Angelina.

Fred looked down at the broomstick in his hand, his thumb trailing over the initials she had carved into the wood. A small smile appeared on his face as he caught sight of his own initials in her broomstick, the ones he had carved during the summer after (Y/N) lost the bet at the World Cup. With a newfound sense of courage, Fred strode down the corridor in search of (Y/N), determined to find her before she could hide in her common room.  

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(Y/N) halted once she reached the Training Grounds, her hands placed over her knees as she took deep breaths, the crisp, frigid air filling her lungs, “Way to go!” she exclaimed angrily, stomping her heel against the ground out of pure embarrassment. Sinking down onto the snow, (Y/N) covered her face with her hands as she racked her brain for any sort of excuse she could give to Fred, but ultimately came up empty.  

“You know,” called a familiar voice behind her, “If you wanted to go to the ball with me, all you had to do was ask…” stated Fred, stepping towards her curled up frame. Jumping at Fred’s words, (Y/N) pushed herself off the ground, wiping the snow off her robes before pointing a finger towards her crush.   “Listen here, Fred” she stated defensively, “I-I have a perfectly clear explanation for this…” (Y/N) tried to explain, her voice wavering as he stepped closer to her, the scent of his cologne mixing with the chilly air, effectively weakening her resolve.  

“I’m all ears, love” He added, a playful smirk playing at his lips as he stuck out her broomstick, “You forgot this on your way out, it’s nice to see my initials are still there” Fred winked, letting his hand rest above hers as she attempted to retrieve her broom.  

“W-Well, I did lose the bet after all” muttered (Y/N), the blush returning to her cheeks as their fingers brushed together.  

“And I’m sure you’ll lose this one too” added Fred casually and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him, “What do you mean by that?” she asked cautiously as he laughed.  

“Well, I bet that you want to go to the ball with little old me, but you’re too afraid to ask” Fred stated confidently, smiling at the look of shock on (Y/N)’s face. He was not surprised by her reaction, not at all, it was what he had expected to see, to him, she was so easy to read. Fred understood what it meant when she scrunched up her nose during their late-night study sessions, how her leg would bounce underneath the desk when she was itching to go play Quidditch or the cute frown she bore when something did not go her way. It was not difficult to understand that this expression of shock meant he had been right on the mark.  

“Am I wrong?” He asked, his hand snaking around her waist, pulling her closer to his taller frame. Closing her mouth, (Y/N) looked down at their closeness and then up at Fred, “You’re not.” she admitted, swallowing her pride for once in her life.  

“Then, allow me,” whispered Fred, stepping back, and pulling out his wand before uttering the word, “Orchideous.” At that moment, a large bouquet of roses popped out of the tip of his wand, which Fred then took and dramatically brought himself down to one knee.  

Clearing his throat, he raised the flowers up and said, “(Y/N) (L/N), would you do me the utmost honor of accompanying me, Frederic Weasley, to the Yule Ball?” he asked, his grin growing wider than she ever thought possible.  

She would be lying if she said she had not imagined this moment playing out in her head, but never thought about it actually happening. However, there was no denying that the real thing felt better than her usual daydreams...  

With her heart beating against her rib cage, (Y/N) delicately wrapped her fingers around the bouquet and brought them up to her nose, the intoxicating smell of roses easing her nerves, “I would be delighted to accompany you to the ball, Mr. Weasley” she replied with a grin, slipping her hand into his extended one as he stood up.  

“Brilliant,” He whispered, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, “But you know, you did lose a bet…” Fred muttered, his thumb trailing over her cheek as a faint tinge of red appeared over them once again.  

“Yes, that is true,” (Y/N) admitted with a nod of the head, “I suppose there is something you want me to do?”  

“I wouldn’t say that,” added Fred, stepping closer to her, and placing his other hand on her cheek, “I think the winner deserves something sweet” He stated huskily, his face dipping closer to hers, “Don’t you agree?”  

(Y/N) nodded, their proximity sucking the air out of her lungs and her blush darkening as their lips brushed against each other, “I do, why don’t you show me then?” she asked teasingly, a smile appearing on her lips as the smirk on Fred’s face grew.  

“Alrighty, then” With that, Fred closed the distance between them, one hand cupping her face as the other pulled her towards him by the waist. This, too, was better than anything Fred could’ve daydreamed, and he wondered why it had taken him so long to finally kiss her. He recalled the many occasions he could have kissed her, but never committed to it, afraid she might turn him down to preserve their friendship. But after the altercation in Mad-Eye Moody’s class, he knew there was nothing left to lose.

Fred Weasley had always loved (Y/N) (L/N), but it took a magic mirror for him to realize that… Not that he was complaining, better late than never.  

Pulling away from their first kiss, Fred tapped his finger against his chin, “You know, I don’t think just one was enough” he admitted, sliding his arm behind (Y/N)’s knees and scooping her up into his grip, “Wouldst the fair lady grant me one more?” He asked, wagging his eyebrows at her, making her burst out laughing.  

“As many as you want, My Lord,” giggled (Y/N), placing her hands on his cheeks and pulling him in for another passionate kiss.  

As the snow began to fall around them, Fred carried (Y/N) out of the training grounds, both bursting with excitement for the upcoming Yule Ball and the new memories they would make together.