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I Wanna Be Yours [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 6025

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Love is complicated. Especially when the boy you love likes someone else. Or does he? [Based on the film Some Kind of Wonderful].

WARNING: brief mentions of alcohol and drinking

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i am again naming my fics after arctic monkeys’ songs - fun fact this one is named after my favourite one of theirs, i’m considering having it for my wedding song bc it cute af

also yes i watched some kind of wonderful whilst writing this and cried. it’s not even a sad fic, i’m just emotional smh

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“I know. I know, Freddie,” you replied, your voice quiet as you pressed your lips together, reaching out to grab his hands in yours, “It’s okay. It is, really. I just... I need to be alone.”

“But I- I just... it’s his loss, just so you know!” He pleaded, shaking his head at you, and swore under his breath at the sight of one of his closest friends in tears over his brother, “Merlin, he shouldn’t have given that to her- I shouldn’t have said anything-“

And that’s where your problem had started. Because a few weeks ago, you were, as you claimed, fine. Well, you had a few essays due and were having trouble finding the textbooks to help you write them, but that was all really.

How you wished you could steal a time turner and go back in time.

And yes, when this all started you knew that George had his heart taken by someone else. It’s not his fault, not really, that his whole plan, scheme, escapade turned into something that would completely crush your heart.

Affairs of the heart. That’s where this started. Because before a few days ago, you were unaware of your own feelings. Before a few days ago, you were unaware of any feelings towards him at all.

But that fateful moment - the one where you were sat with George in front of the fireplace, a half-drank bottle of firewhisky sitting between you, laughing and joking - was the one that changed everything.

You hadn’t even realised yourself, until Fred pointed it out to you the morning after, when he’d found you curled up by George’s side, empty firewhisky bottle laying on the floor in front of the couch, George’s arm around your waist, your face buried into his chest.

In Fred’s defence, he thought you knew. He thought you’d be aware of your own feelings.

How was he supposed to know that you didn’t know you were in love with his twin?

_________~*~_________

“This is the year I reckon,” George announced to you as he collapsed onto the sofa beside you, throwing his legs over your thighs as he rested his back against the arm of the couch, his arms resting behind his neck, “She’s finally single, first time since second year. Now’s my chance!”

You popped a Bertie’s Every Flavour Bean into your mouth and closed the book you weren’t really paying attention to, before dropping it on the table in front of the couch, “And how long have you liked her again?”

George blinked at the way you raised an eyebrow at him and sat up a little, “Since I found out she was single again.” At your pointed look, he shot you a grin, “Nah, since before the summer. Point is, I reckon I could really like this girl.”

“Poor love, having you snivelling around her all the time. I wonder how she’ll cope,” you grinned back, throwing one of the jelly beans at his head.

“Well you seem to cope just fine,” he retorted, batting another jelly bean away from his head.

“That’s just because I’m desensitised to you by now.”

“Is that so?” George asked with a raised eyebrow, a grin etched onto his face as he sat up properly, leaning a little closer to you. You turned your head to face him, meeting his stare as you nodded, “Course, how else would I have put up with you so long?”

He leant further forward and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, “Willingly, because you love me, stupid.”

You nudged him, making him laugh as he went back to lying down comfortably, “Yeah, yeah.”

You watched a few first years clamber through the portrait hole, laughing to each other as they made their way through the common room, an absent-minded smile gracing your lips as you recalled being the same in your first year with your friends.

“How do you reckon I should ask her out?” George’s voice brought you away from your reminiscing as you looked over at him, “She deserves something amazing, something no other guy will have thought of for her.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing this would be the topic of conversation for the rest of the evening, but nevertheless gestured for him to continue on. “I wanna go all out if she’s gonna turn out to be everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl,” George finished, a dreamy, faraway look crossing his features.

Reaching into the box of jelly beans, you grabbed a handful and threw them at him, ignoring his indignant “hey!” as you replied pointedly, “Don’t go mistaking paradise for a pair of long legs.”

Because truthfully, that was why a lot of guys were interested in Kiara. She was smart - being a Ravenclaw and all - surprisingly funny, and, as far as you knew, was really kind too. Not that this mattered to many of the boys in your year (and the years above and below), apparently, because she was also beautiful, with long, glossy brown hair, perfect doll-like features and, yes, long, lean legs.

“That’s not why I like her,” George insisted, grabbing one of the jelly beans that had fallen onto his lap and throwing it back at you, laughing as it hit you on the forehead. You playfully glared at him, rubbing your forehead in mock-hurt.

“Sure it’s not, stupid,” you replied, using his minor insult from before. “Ohhh, I’m the stupid one now, am I?” He scoffed, though the smile on his face told you he wasn’t offended in the slightest, “Now you’re in for it.”

He moved his legs off you and poked your sides, knowing you were ticklish, making you laugh out and push him away, “George, stop!”

“Take it back then, love. Say I’m the smartest wizard you know,” he grinned, continuing his minor tickling assault, making you move away from him so abruptly that you fell off the couch and onto the carpeted floor, bringing him down on top of you.

“Ouch- never! You are stupid, stupid!” You laughed, laying on the floor as you tried to catch your breath, George’s hands either side of your head, holding his weight up above you.

Both of your laughter faded a little and you found yourself staring into his brown eyes, his face barely centimetres from your own. You could have almost sworn that he started moving closer - though maybe it was your imagination - before he rolled away and lay beside you on the floor, his hand brushing yours.

“You’ll help me right?” He asked after a moment. You turned your head to look at him, taking in his side profile as he stared up at the ceiling.

“I’ll help you what?”

“Get a date with her,” he said as if it were obvious, turning his head to meet your gaze. You shot him a smile, “You’re George Weasley. You could get a date with anyone you wanted.”

“Just not you, right?” He turned onto his side, resting on his elbow as he looked down at you. You shook your head with a laugh, “Yeah well, I don’t count. I’m not just anyone.”

The smile he gave you made your heart beat a little faster, “You’re right about that.”

***

“All I’m saying is, is it such a bad idea if you just, I don’t know, asked her out simply? By using words? I really don’t think you need to wax poetic, or write her a bloody song to ask her out,” you shook your head in despair at the nerve-wracked boy sat across from you in the Great Hall.

“I can’t just ask her out,” George replied in a horrified voice, “What if she thinks I’ve not put enough effort into it and rejects me?”

“Trust me, Georgie, if she’s going to reject you, it won’t be because of the way you asked her out, I can guarantee that. It’ll be because you’re annoying, or because you smell, or, and I can’t stress this enough, because of your below-average skills in potions,” you laughed at his unimpressed look, taking the opportunity to grab a slice of toast off his plate.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend, you know,” he grumbled, waving his fork at you. “Yes,” you replied, “And as your best friend, I say to just ask her out. Look, joking aside, you’re a great guy, George. She’d be lucky to have you.”

He nodded, smiling gratefully at you as he reached forward and grabbed your hand to give it a squeeze, “Okay, I’ll trust you on this one. I’ll just... ask her out. How difficult could it be?”

Turns out, extremely difficult. You felt second hand embarrassment as you watched George head over to the Ravenclaw table, to where Kiara was sitting, wincing as he nearly dropped a goblet of pumpkin juice over her.

“Who’re you watching?” A voice said from beside you, making you jump. Fred laughed as you rolled your eyes at him, before replying, “For your information, I’m watching your brother ask Kiara on a date.”

“Wait, he’s asking another girl on a date?” Fred frowned, his eyes darting from George, who was currently speaking to Kiara, his cheeks reddening as she touched his shoulder and laughed, to your confused expression as you looked up at the older twin. “Yes?” You replied, bemused, “Why?”

“Does it not... bother you?” He asked gently. You laughed, “Why would it?”

And as you watched Kiara throw her arms around George’s neck, his hands coming to hold her waist, you swallowed thickly, before shaking your head at the odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Why would it bother you?

You forced a smile onto your face as George made his way back to his original seat, a smug grin adorning his features. “Well?” You asked, rather redundantly as you had seen the whole thing yourself.

“She said yes,” he replied excitedly, picking up his fork and popping some bacon into his mouth. “I told you!” You grinned at him, though you pushed your own plate away, no longer hungry.

“Attaboy, Georgie!” Fred congratulated his twin, “When’s the date?”

“This Saturday, at The Three Broomsticks,” the younger twin replied. You zoned out of the chatter on the table about this newest revelation, feeling your heart plummet at George’s words, though you couldn’t place your finger on why.

George was your best friend, you should be happy for him... right?

***

Saturday arrived quicker than you wanted, after a week of tedious lessons, and a bombardment of questions over what George should do on his date.

You watched him pull out two different jumpers, holding each one up at a time and looking at you expectedly. Tilting your head to the side, you pointed to the red one, “Was always my favourite one.”

“Red it is,” he nodded, throwing the other jumper onto his bed as he held the red jumper out to you for you to hold. Without warning, he pulled the t shirt he was currently wearing off, leaving his toned torso on show as he dropped said t shirt onto the floor and held his hand out for the jumper.

You handed it to him, gulping a little as you forced yourself not to stare at his abs. It was no secret the George was good looking - you’d always known it - but knowing and seeing were two different things. Being a Beater had done tremendous things to his body, you noted.

“Do you reckon I should bring her flowers?” George asked you, looking at you through the reflection of his mirror as he messed his hair up a little.

“Couldn’t hurt,” you shrugged, sending him a half-hearted smile as you grabbed your wand, muttering ‘orchideous’ and handing him the bouquet that was produced.

He thanked you, before taking a deep breath, “Well, what do you reckon?”

The smile that spread across your face this time was genuine, a soft look in your eye as you replied, “You look great, Georgie. Now go get her!”

He shot you one last grin, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before heading out of his dorm, leaving you alone. You picked up the t shirt he’d dropped, folding it and placing it at the end of his bed, before grabbing the jumper he’d discarded.

You took a breath before deciding to put the jumper on, relishing in the smell of George’s aftershave as you pulled it over your head, before rolling up the sleeves and heading out of the dorm.

***

“How many dates has it been now, three? Four?” You asked, wrapping your coat further around yourself as you trudged through the thick snow of Hogsmeade, passing by a couple of cute shops.

“The Yule Ball will be the fifth.”

You froze at the mention of the Ball. Somehow you’d assumed you’d be going with George - you didn’t even think about the fact that he’d have a girlfriend he could take, “Oh! So you um, asked Kiara to the Ball then?”

“Last night,” George bit his lip as he smiled, “Can’t wait!”

Your stomach clenched and mind raced, eyebrows furrowing as you realised you now had just under a week and half to find a date to the Ball - if anyone was still available, that was. You thought about every single eligible boy you knew of, wondering if you had the courage to even ask any of them, before you were pulled from your thoughts by George’s voice.

“I wanna buy her something for Christmas, what do you reckon?” George asked, picking at a strand coming off his woollen hat before placing it back onto his head.

“I don’t really know the girl,” you said truthfully, forcing yourself to stop thinking about George and Kiara dancing and him holding her all night, “I assume you’d have better judgment.”

He nodded over to a small shop on your left, one that you’d passed by many times but never had the chance to look in.

“The jewellery shop?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the door, “Let’s just have a look, yeah?”

The bell chimed as you stepped inside and you instantly became enamoured with the little shop, rows of glass cases showing off sparkly pieces of jewellery and adornments. Most, you noticed quickly, were much too expensive for you - and by default, much too expensive for George, too.

“Are you sure about something from in here?” You asked, staring down at a ring adorned with sapphires, “These are pretty pricey.”

“They might be, but she deserves it. Besides, gotta prove I’m better than all the guys that want to date her, right?” George replied from across the shop.

“Georgie,” you looked over at him with a pointed look, “I can promise you are better than all the other guys.”

“No harm in making sure.”

You gave up arguing, knowing he wouldn’t listen anyway, your eyes taking in the beautiful products, before your focus was taken by a rather stunning necklace. Stepping over to it for a closer look, you breathed out in shock at the price, but nevertheless knew you were in love with the chain, a little pendant surrounded by crystals displayed at the centre.

“What’ve you seen?” George spoke, suddenly standing behind you and leaning over your shoulder.

You pointed at the necklace, “Someday, I’m gonna buy that one.”

George glanced down at the look on your face and grinned to himself, “Someday, I’ll buy that one for you.” You turned to look at him, shaking your head in amusement, “You need to choose something for your girlfriend before you start promising me presents.”

“What’s the fun in that?” George laughed as you both left the shop.

You sat beside George on the couch later that night, resting your head on his shoulder as you shared a bottle of firewhisky between you.

“It was not!” You screeched, your laugh echoing through the empty common room as you nudged the ginger boy, making him laugh along with you. “It absolutely was,” he insisted, grinning before taking a sip of the firewhisky, taking in the sight of you looking so happy, and realising your laugh was one of his favourite sounds, “You were the one who wanted to sneak food from the kitchens, so it was your fault we got caught!”

You shook your head, “It was you tripping into that metal armour. All that noise when the bloody head fell off.”

“You pushed me, stupid!” George scolded indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a child.

“I shoved you,” you corrected, laughing as George playfully nudged you, causing you to nudge him back, and soon you were play fighting on the couch.

He, once again, was above you, almost pinning you to the couch as he looked down at you, and it was only then that you realised just how inebriated you both were, the empty firewhisky bottle having fallen onto the floor.

George’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, “You know I love you, right?”

You smiled softly up at him, arms around his neck as you nodded, somehow feeling like those words had more weight to them than usual. Leaning up to kiss his cheek, you replied, “Of course, Georgie.”

Morning arrived quickly, much to your dismay, and you were woken abruptly by the sound of heavy footsteps stomping down the stairs. You couldn’t bring yourself to move to see who it was, too comfortable with your head resting on George’s chest, his arm securely around your waist, but luckily for you, said culprit of the noise came right by your line of sight, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well what do we have here?” Fred cooed, rocking back and forth as he looked at you curled up in his twin’s arms. “Me and George falling asleep after drinking maybe a tad too much?” You replied as if it were obvious.

“You look awfully cosy,” he grinned, “But then, I suppose I would too if I was cuddling someone I was in love with.”

You felt like your heart stopped and you nearly choked on air, “Wait wait wait, someone I what?!”

“‘Someone I was in love with’?” Fred repeated slowly, narrowing his eyes at you, “You do know... right?”

At your blank expression, Fred raised an eyebrow, “You do know you’re in love with George... right?”

“I’m not in love with-“ You paused as you thought back over the years of your friendship. You’d never really thought about it before - never really had to. But you treated George differently to any other friend you had. No one could make you laugh like he could, or make you feel as protected and safe as he did. And no one ever made you feel like you were flying, like he did.

“Oh Godric... I’m in love with George!” You whisper-shouted, a hand coming to cover your mouth as the realisation dawned on you.

Fred nodded, “I didn’t know that you didn’t know.”

“That’s why you asked me if it bothered me when he asked out Kiara, isn’t it?” You suddenly realised, gulping harshly.

Fred nodded again, though a tad more hesitantly than before, “Hey, but listen- I really think he feels the same, if it makes you feel any better! He just doesn’t know it either.”

You moved out of George’s grasp and stood up, pressing your lips together as you looked at Fred, “He’s got a girlfriend, who he’s taking to the Yule Ball and who he adores and they’re probably gonna get married and have kids and I’m going to be alone forever!”

“Hey, that’s not- that won’t happen,” Fred replied, his gaze softening as he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and stroking your back comfortingly.

“He loves you, I know it. And he knows it too. He just doesn’t know that he knows it.”

***

Ever since your realisation in the early morning, you’d tried your best to act normal around George. It wasn’t easy, and you felt that maybe you were being a little more distant than usual, however you quickly pushed that thought aside as you noticed George being equally - if not more - distant, sitting at the end of the table beside Fred, Kiara on his other side as he whispered things in her ear, making her laugh.

You felt a pang of hurt, one that got worse the longer you stared at them, watching as they kissed, as George stared at her lovingly, as he pushed her long, brown, stupidly perfect hair behind her ear and making her blush.

Sitting on the opposite side of the table, you made yourself look away, instead immersing yourself in the conversation Ron and Harry were having about the Yule Ball.

“This is mad, at this rate we’ll be the only ones in our year without dates!” Ron hissed at Harry as you were all sat in the Great Hall, supposedly studying. You hid a laugh as Snape walked past and pushed his head.

“Well, us and Neville,” he continued with a small laugh. Harry leant over to him, “Yeah but then again, he can take himself.”

“It might interest you to know that Neville has already got someone,” Hermione interrupted their laughing with a frown.

Ron sighed, catching your gaze as you laughed at him - which made him sigh again, “Now I’m really depressed.”

You observed from the other side of the table as Fred threw a piece of parchment over to his younger brother, winking at you when he noticed you watching, as Ron frowned at the words on the page.

Ron handed the parchment back, glancing around to avoid Snape and whispered, “Who are you going with then?”

Fred grabbed the parchment and crumpled it up into a ball, before throwing it at you, the paper bouncing off your shoulder. You looked down at the paper, before meeting Fred’s gaze with a raised eyebrow.

He grinned at you, before miming the Ball, nodding over at you. You rolled your eyes, glancing round for Snape before throwing the parchment back at him, hitting him square in the face and causing half the table to hid their faces as they laughed.

“Well?” He asked, seemingly unfazed by the parchment that was now resting at his feet.

“Yeah, go on then, I suppose,” you whispered, shaking your head at him as he winked at Ron. When all the attention went back to school work, you caught Fred’s gaze again and smiled thankfully.

He saluted playfully, making you laugh, neither one of you noticing George’s frown and clenched fists beside him.

***

You hadn’t seen much of George since Fred had asked you to the Ball, him being too busy spending practically all of his time with Kiara.

It hurt, you had to admit, that he was constantly choosing her over you. Though you assumed it was only natural, what with Kiara being his first proper girlfriend.

Didn’t mean it hurt any less. And the fact you were so used to having George to yourself didn’t help - sometimes turning to ask him something, and then realising he’s not there.

He’d moved seats in class to sit by Kiara, meaning in some classes you were sat with whoever happened to be her previous partner, which therefore meant you were forced to watch as the boy you loved flirted with another girl, his hands constantly on her waist, sneaking kisses when the professor wasn’t looking, and, more often than not, simply not even acknowledging your existence, not even saying a simple ‘hello’.

In other classes you were sat by Fred, who, by all accounts, was actually a pretty good partner, being able to make you laugh and distract you from the show that tore your heart every time you saw it.

In fact, Fred had pretty much mastered exactly how to make you laugh until you cried, his aim in most lessons now, as he hated how sad you were because of his twin.

You were both giggling in the back of the classroom at something he’d said when McGonagall had pointed it out, asking you both to “Please quieten down.”

You bit your lip to muffle your laughing as Fred looked down at you, just happy he could make his friend smile when he knew how much you were hurting.

Much to the dislike of a certain redhead towards the front of the room, who immediately frowned every time he heard your laugh, knowing he wasn’t the one causing it, but his older twin.

His twin who was taking you to the Yule Ball.

George clenched his jaw as he heard you whispering something to Fred, barely being able to focus on anything else.

He knew you and Fred were friends, but since when were you both that close?

***

By the time the Yule Ball arrived, you and George were barely speaking at all. You’d cried about it more times than you’d like to admit, but you had decided that tonight, at the Ball, you would make it a night to remember, not wanting to mope and ruin Fred’s night since he had asked you pretty much as a favour - despite the amount of times he’d insisted he wanted to ask you, you knew he fancied Angelina Johnson, and had things played out differently, you were sure she’d have been the one he’d thrown the parchment at in the hall that day, not you.

Either way, when you’d made your way down the steps to the Great Hall, your dress swirling around you, hair and makeup perfect, Fred made a huge deal of wolf-whistling and complimenting you.

“Well aren’t you bloody gorgeous,” he grinned, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it, “I am one lucky guy.”

“You clean up pretty good too, Weasley,” you grinned, reaching up to straighten out his tie.

George scowled as he watched you with Fred, hating you being in such proximity to his brother, hands clenching and knuckles turning white as he watched Fred kiss the back of your hand. He had to force himself not to run over and shove Fred’s hands away from your waist, as he guided you off to the Hall. He was so distracted by firstly how stunning you looked, and secondly by how forward his brother was being, that he barely even noticed when Kiara had arrived by his side, until she nudged him a little and he forced out a smile.

He complimented the brunette girl, guiding her into the Hall as his hand reached into his pocket, brushing over a box to make sure it was still there.

Fred had been the perfect date all evening. He was a gentlemen - besides the occasional flirty comment - and insisted on staying by your side and dancing, even when you tried to usher him to ask Angelina to dance.

He was just about to give into your insistence with a laugh, when he noticed your expression changed as your attention was taken from him to whatever was going on behind him.

He cursed under his breath as he watched George hold out a small black box to Kiara, who had a huge smile on her face as she took the lid off. She pulled out a necklace, bringing George into a hug immediately, pressing kisses to his face.

Fred stood in front of your view of them, taking your hands in his, “Y/n... I’m sorry. He’s an idiot- he doesn’t know he’s got such a good thing, and wouldn’t know it if you punched him in the face - which, for the record, I think you should do.”

You wiped a stray tear from your eye, forcing yourself not to cry, “He gave her the necklace.”

“I know. I know, but he-“

“No Fred,” you interrupted gently, “He gave her the necklace. That necklace is one I saw when we were in Hogsmeade, and I said I wanted it. He-He even said he’d buy it for me one day! Not that I’d let him but- He bought it for her.”

Fred’s gaze softened, his heart breaking at the sight of your sad face, wrapping his arms around you and swaying a little to the music absent-mindedly.

“I’m sorry,” Fred whispered in your ear. You nodded, leaning against his shoulder, “Not your fault your brother is stupid.”

The song that was playing ended, and Fred grabbed your hand, leading you over to the table where the food and drinks were, pouring you a glass and offering it out to you. You took it gratefully, thanking him before taking a sip.

“Didn’t know you two were that close,” a voice came from behind you. A voice you knew well, one you could pick out anywhere. Fred reached out to squeeze your hand reassuringly, as you placed your glass down, nodding at him before turning around.

“Fred and I have always been good friends. I do have friends, other than you, you know. Which is a good job, considering you’ve been so distant with me,” you replied, focusing on keeping your voice level, rather than on the fact that he’d just given your necklace to his girlfriend.

George felt himself get angry as he noticed yours and Fred’s intertwined hands, swallowing harshly and shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.

“You know I’ve been trying to impress Kiara, being in a relationship takes up time. Not that you’d know, but I thought you’d understand. Didn’t think you’d replace me that quickly,” George retaliated in the midst of his anger, only being able to focus on you and Fred, and how close you were.

“Replaced you?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “You barely even say hello to me! So yes, I turned to a friend so I wasn’t alone. You’re the one who replaced me! And you gave her the necklace, George. The necklace you knew I wanted. You gave it to her.”

Not waiting for a response, you shot an apologetic glance towards Fred before rushing out of the Hall, suddenly needing some fresh air.

“Look what you did now!” Fred almost growled, before storming out after you, in an attempt to find you.

George took a shaky breath, cursing as he watched the two most important people to him leave.

“George?” A soft voice spoke from beside him.

“Kiara?”

The brunette girl smiled, pressing her lips together as she looked at the ginger, “I um... I think we should break up.”

George frowned, though he was surprised to find he didn’t feel too badly about what she’d said.

The girl held out a black box and placed it into George’s hands, “This should be hers. It’s more her style than mine, I think you know that too.”

The redhead hesitated, unsure of what to say in this situation, “Look, Kiara, I’m sorry-“

“She likes you,” Kiara interrupted him, grinning despite the situation.

“She doesn’t-“

“She does. And you like her. Now go find her.”

With one last hug, and another muttered apology, he nodded determinedly at her, and ran off in the direction of his brother and, he realised now, the girl he truly loved.

***

“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“It’s okay, I promise. It was always bound to happen right? I was always destined to fall for him, whilst he fell for her. Even if you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve realised. I’m- I’m so stupid, aren’t I? Falling for my best friend,” you let out a broken sob.

“You’re not stupid.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you swallowed back another sob as you turned around slowly, your eyes catching George’s gaze.

He stood, hair messy as if he’d raked his hands through it a few too many times, tie askew and shirt almost untucked in his haste to run and find you. He felt his heart clench, knowing he was the one to make you feel like this, and stepped forward reaching a hand out towards you as you blinked back tears, allowing him to bring you into his arms as you finally let the tears fall.

You knew you shouldn’t, that you should leave to your dorm, but being in George’s arms had always made you feel safe, made you feel protected.

More tears fell as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, muttering over and over again how sorry he was. How he was a fool, a git, a complete idiot.

You finally calmed down a little, looking around the empty hallway, not being sure exactly when Fred had disappeared but thankful for the privacy.

You wiped away the last of your tears, cursing mentally as you realise your makeup would be a mess - if the state of George’s shirt was anything to go by.

“Kiara told me you like- I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” he breathed out, a hand cupping your cheek as you blinked up at him.

“Yeah well, you’re stupid. I always knew you were stupid,” you replied with a sad laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked with a frown, his hands moving to hold your waist.

“You never asked. And then you-you got a girlfriend. What was I supposed to do?” You asked quietly.

“I’m in love with you,” George said suddenly, earnestly, genuinely as he held you against him.

“Not Kiara?”

He shook his head quickly, “She knew I liked you before I knew I liked you. Maybe I am stupid.”

“Maybe you are,” you let out a watery laugh, looking away from his gaze.

George suddenly reached into his pocket and brought out a familiar box, “This is yours. I don’t know what I was thinking, giving it to her. It’s yours - it’s always been yours.”

He opened the box, taking out the necklace you loved so much, and offering you a sheepish smile, “It’s not a good enough apology, I know. But I’m hoping it’s a start.”

He gently turned you around, placing the necklace around your neck, you shivering at the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, before turning you back around to face him, this time much closer than before, his forehead resting against yours.

“So, and correct me if I’m wrong,” he spoke as he leant forward a little more, his lips almost touching yours, “Does this mean that I like you and you like me and we both don’t think of each other as friends?”

You nodded a little, offering him a soft smile, “I don’t want to be friends, George,” you whispered just as his lips brushed your own, “I wanna be yours.”

#george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley imagines #george weasley

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ijustwant2write · 4 years

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Grow Up Fast-Fred Weasley x Reader

(GIF credit to @hogwartsfansite)

Part 2

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Requested by anonymous: 'Ohhh your one-shots are amazing! Could you do a cute Fred Weasley one where a baby is abandon near the shop and they Adopt it because the reader and Fred got to attached'

Characters: Fred Weasley x Reader (married), George Weasley x Reader (brother-in-law)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Abandonment/Neglect, adoption/orphanage, lots and lots of fluff

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I placed my hand over my stomach as I felt it rumble, thinking about what I would have for dinner tonight. It had been a long day in the shop, it was becoming busy now, especially with all the children getting ready to go back to Hogwarts. Sighing, I passed by George who had just finished with a customer, deciding that now would be a good time to start cleaning up if we wanted to go home soon.

“I’m going to start tidying up. Call if you need anything.” I explained, receiving a nod from my brother-in-law.

Heading into the stock room, I spotted the pile of cardboard that needed to be taken out to the bins. Although I was tired, I mustered up all of the energy I had left, managing to carry it all outside. Once it had been dumped, I brushed my hands against each other to get rid of any dirt when I heard a strange sound. Freezing on the spot, I listened out once again, hearing a muffled cry. I couldn’t be sure what it was, taking out my wand in case it was something dangerous. Perhaps it was an animal that had escaped one of the shops and had smelt the food thrown out. Slowly and cautiously, I stepped towards the noise, quickly pulling back a piece of cardboard and pointing my wand in that direction, gasping when I saw what was laying there.

A baby lazily swaddled up wriggled around, crying out louder now. I was stunned, not expecting this. Putting my wand away, I carefully picked them up, wrapping the baby up tighter. It was a boy, he couldn’t be older than a few months old, but it wasn’t a newborn. He was still small, and I wondered how long he had been out here. It was cold and wet, he would have surely died if left out here any longer. Going back into the stock room, I perched on a crate, struggling to take off my jacket as I held him, but once off I wrapped it around the baby, providing extra warmth. He wasn’t wailing anymore, he had stopped once he was in my arms. He snuggled his face against me, holding onto as much warmth as he could. Who could leave a baby to defend for itself like this?

“(Y/N), are you back here?” Fred called out to me, shock showing on his face as soon as he spotted me.

“It’s not mine.” I stupidly said.

Fred’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly, unsure what question to ask first. His eyes remained on the baby as he approached, still baffled by the sight before him.

“(Y/N), what’s going on here?” he finally said.

“I found him by the bins. He was underneath some cardboard, there was no note, there was nothing but this blanket he’s wrapped up in.”

“We’re going to have to call someone, someone official.”

“Can someone come help out here, I would like to go home soon...” George burst in, his words trailing off when he saw what was happening.“Well you kept that quiet, you hardly even showed (Y/N).”

“He’s so cold.” I mumbled, holding the baby closer.

“Poor little fella.” George joined us, smiling down at the child.“Look, let’s shut shop early, then we’ll call around, see who can help us.”

I remained where I was, starting to walk around and rock the child to keep him content. His big, brown eyes stared up at me, he had such lovely eyelashes. For someone who had been left out for who knows how long, he had small smile on his face the entire time. The twins managed to close without me, only Fred returning.

“George is trying to figure out who to contact. No doubt he’ll be taken to an orphanage.” Fred said, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“He’s not made a sound since you left. I didn’t want him to fall asleep either, he’s just so frail.”

“Here, I’ll hold him for a bit.”

Passing over the baby, I realised how careful we were being, never having actually handled a baby like this before. The shock of finding him had clouded my mind, and now it was clearing once I saw my husband holding the baby. It was quite a sight, this tall man holding someone so tiny in his long arms. Of course we had discussed creating our own family, but that was further down the line. However, I couldn’t help but melt at the sight, imagining this was our own boy. Fred’s toothy grin was contagious, especially when he started cooing and speaking to the baby.

“It looks so natural on you.” I pointed out, standing beside him.

He glanced down at me.“I thought the same thing when I saw you.”

“Fred, are we-”

“Someone has contacted one of the local orphanages, the won’t be able to come for a few hours though. I gave them your home address to pick him up from, is that alright?” George interrupted.

“That’s fine Georgie.” Fred nodded, starting to walk around with the baby.

“I’ll get our things.” I offered, heading back into the shop where our coats were hanging behind the counter.

George followed behind, and I saw out of the corner of my eye that he had a huge grin on his face. As I put on my coat, picking up my scarf, I watched him do the same, though he was almost laughing.

“What’s tickled you Georgie?” I asked, wrapping my scarf around my neck.

“I’m not amused by anything, it was just nice seeing what my brother’s future is going to be like.”

“That’s very sweet.”

“You look great you know, as a family. I know you’re waiting but,you two are going to be great parents.”

“And our children are going to have the best uncle.”

It felt extremely weird to bring a baby home. Luckily there were no neighbours around, it would be a strange story to tell. Fred had wanted to hold him the whole time, and I found it funny that I was becoming a little jealous. I wanted to hold him again. We laid the baby on the bed, grabbing another blanket to lay him down on as well as wrap him in. I took my jacket away, throwing it on top of the pile of washing that needed to be done. Sitting either side of the baby, we found ourselves just staring at him. My hunger from earlier was all but gone, I couldn’t think about anything else.

The baby was flickering his eyes between the both of us, closely watching. It was amazing how infatuated we were, I could watch him all day. He was just too cute. And I loved the adoration in Fred’s eyes, and how he had looked when he held the baby.

“I wish we had some food to give him.” I frowned, lightly tracing the baby’s soft cheek with my finger.

“He hasn’t started crying again, though I’m worried that’s because he’s weak.” Fred sighed.

“Why would someone just leave him out there?” my breath was shaky, remembering how he looked when I found him.“I understand if people are struggling, but they could have given him to an orphanage.”

“Don’t cry love.” Fred breathed out, getting upset himself, he held one of my hands.

“I’m sorry it’s just so sad. He’s such a beautiful baby boy, I could never leave him, even walking out to get my coat made me feel guilty for leaving him behind.”

“Should we wash him? He’s very dirty.”

“Maybe. I’ve never washed a baby before.”

“How hard could it be?”

“I’ve seen people do it in sinks, should we do that?”

Fred went to fill up the sink with water and find some sort of soap that wouldn’t irritate the baby. For some reason, I laid down beside the baby, giggling when he looked at me and smiled. He was gurgling now, making funny noises as if he was trying to communicate. I spoke to him in a high pitched voice, laughing along with him. As the baby continued wriggling around, kicking his legs erratically, I felt someone watching as. Glancing at the doorway, Fred was stood there, smiling again.

“His bath is ready.” he pointed out, rolling up his sleeves as he left.

“Come on you, let’s get you nice and clean.” I said to the babe, lifting him into my arms once again.

The three of us were laughing non-stop as we bathed the baby. He enjoyed the water, and not being in full control of his limbs, he splashed the water about everywhere. Fred and I were soaked, but it didn’t matter. Fred grabbed a towel, wrapping up the baby and creating a hood for him, it was the cutest thing I had ever seen. I went to get changed, putting on comfy (dry) clothes before I went to swap with Fred. However, as I returned, I realised how quiet it was, melting at the sight I saw in the living room. Fred was relaxed across the sofa with the baby resting on his chest, both of them falling asleep. I didn’t want to ruin the moment; unfortunately it was when there was a knock at the door. My heat sunk as they stirred, and I went to answer the door, realising that it was time to say goodbye.

A woman was here, she showed me her official badge, thanking me as I let her in. She seemed lovely, very warm and welcoming. I lead her to where Fred was. He was awake, but still cuddling the baby.

“Oh, you two seem to have everything handled here.” the woman said.

“He’s been no bother at all.” Fred explained, not looking at her.

“Well, cuddle time isn’t over yet, I’ve got some questions about how you found him. Also, I’ve brought him something to drink, I bet the poor thing is starving. It’ll give him some nourishment.”

“That’s good news.”

“Fred, why don’t you get him a clean blanket to wrap him up in. He’ll catch a cold otherwise.” I suggested, sitting down with the woman as he left.

“Have you got any children of your own?” she asked.

“Oh, no we don’t, not yet.”

“Well, you’re both very natural. You both looked very solemn when I arrived.

“Thank you. And I’m sorry, that was nothing against you obviously. It’s just been...nice to see what the future may look like.”

I answered all of her questions as Fred returned, sitting beside me and feeding the baby. Sometimes I had to repeat questions to him, he was too distracted, even after the baby was done feeding. Time seemed to fly by, because soon enough, the woman was ready to leave. Standing beside Fred, I sadly let him hand over the baby, the woman placing him in a carrier, before saying her goodbyes, thanking us again. We waited by the door, waiting until she had disappeared completely before closing the door. The baby had been sound asleep again, unknowing that he was being taken away. Fred remained silent as he slumped towards the bedroom, and it did seem like something was missing now.

As I followed my husband, I noticed the woman had left a business card behind, for an adoption agency. The name was in beautiful writing, being re-written over and over, her details on the other side. Fiddling with it in my hands, I thought back to what she had said; we looked like naturals.

Fred and I had hardly said a word to each other as we got ready for bed, even when we were laying down together, his head resting on my chest as I brushed back his ginger hair. All of the lights were off, the sound of rain hitting the window being the only thing I could concentrate on. I sighed before speaking.

“He was lucky we found him.”

“He was lucky you found him.” he pointed out.

“It was fun, wasn’t it? Even if it was small amount of time.”

“Yeah, he was still a cheeky little thing.”

I kissed his head.“You looked great you know. I...I really enjoyed seeing you with a baby, it was like I had a peek at what we would look like as parents.”

“I was thinking the exact same thing. I know we said we would wait a while but...”

“I mean, we could...”

“Do you...do you feel guilty about him?”

“Thinking about having a baby when we just found a baby who needs a home?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes, I do.”

“(Y/N),” Fred propped himself up, now looking down at me,“it’s pretty clear we’re on the same page here.”

I laughed.“You really want to adopt him?”

“I just have this feeling about him.”

“No, you’re attached to him.”

He chuckled.“I guess I am.”

“That’s not a bad thing. She did leave a card, we could contact them in the morning.”

“Looks like it was fate.”

I smirked.“If we’re going to be having a baby soon, we should probably make the most of our last nights together.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were a bad influence on me.”

“We might be responsible parents soon, let’s live a little before that happens.”

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter one shot #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fan fic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fan fiction

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athenril-of-kirkwall · 4 years

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Yvette/Otranto, “A Perfect Picture“

An unprompted fic for my rare pair!

f!lavellan/Josephine + Yvette Montilyet/Adorno Ciel Otranto, “A Perfect Picture” (AO3)

“No! No, no, no!”, Lady Yvette Montilyet complained, throwing her brushes at her palette as she chastised the two maidservants she had posing for her in the garden. “You’re not capturing their spirit at all!”

“But, milady—”, the elven one of the two protested.

“Argh!”, Yvette yelled. “Oh, it’s hopeless! It’s not your fault but…ohhh! Just take a break for now. Get some tea!...For yourselves! Don’t bother me until the top of the hour, either!”

With that, the two maidservants were sent packing, most likely to the pantry to get said tea, whilst Yvette sat on her stool, fuming as she looked over her canvas and the now-empty garden which she’d tried to depict in paint. From over her shoulder, she heard some distant footsteps drawing closer, sounding with the familiar pace of her husband’s gait.

“Is everything all right, my dear?”, Lord Adorno Ciel Otranto cooed, leaning over her to glance at the unfinished canvas.

“It’s hopeless!”, Yvette whined. “I’m trying to make this portrait for my sister and her…the Inquisitor, and it’s simply not coming together.”

“What do you think the problem is?”, he asked, comparing her painting with the garden.

“I don’t know,” she said, pouting. “My models…”

“…the servants you rope into posing for these portraits…”

“…yes, well,” she continued, saying, “They just don’t move—they don’t stand the same way they did, at least as far as I’ve seen them.”

Otranto looked over at the grove, stroking his chin in thought. “Far be it for me to know the workings of the feminine mind, let alone two of them together in a relationship, but there may be a factor that you haven’t considered thus far.”

Yvette looked up at her husband, asking, “Oh? And what would that be?”

“You see, both Georgie and Stella are married.”

She asked, “And what’s the issue with that?”

“They are married, separately, to men,” he clarified.

Yvette’s eyebrow raised itself as she pressed, “Your meaning being?”

“It…may simply be that neither is particularly used to leading the dance, as it were,” he mused, gesturing with his body, “And thus neither might find it particularly natural to be the gentleman draping the lady over their arm.”

Yvette sat for long moments, absorbing this particular piece of wisdom as she absentmindedly scratched the back of her head with the end of one of her longer brushes, pondering the meaning of her husband’s words.

Finally, she admitted, “You may well have a point there. But what can I do, summon the manservants? Or the husband of either?”

“Perhaps it’s best to infuse yourself entirely into the scene, my darling,” he said, extending a hand to her.

“You do realise I can’t model for myself seeing as I can’t see what I’m doing over there sitting down over here?”, she asked sceptically.

“Of course not,” he said, “But surely it would help you with the direction you’re going to give poor Georgie and Stella once they return.”

Sighing, she conceded, “Oh, very well. I think you’re just using this as an excuse to play with your wife in the middle of the garden, though.”

Otranto gasped in faux shock, patting his chest theatrically. “Perish the thought! Well, perhaps I was missing you a little by the third hour of that dreadful meeting with the guilds in town. Who’s to say?”

Taking his hand, Yvette stood up, following him into the flower-lined grove in which she’d chosen to set her scene. “You always think up the best excuses, you know that?”

“I’m far too aware. Now then, which way were they facing?” he asked.

“The Inquisitor’s back was to the sun, so you stand thusly,” she said, posing him appropriately, “And my sister was facing her, with her shielded by Rivka.”

“And the Inquisitor’s arm?”, he said, adjusting his position.

“Held up high,” she said, “Fingers interlocking with my sister’s, like so. And their other hands were clasped around the other’s elbows.”

“Ah,” Otranto observed as he looked into her eyes, “The classic waltz. How positively tasteful! Your sister will be over the moon when she receives it.”

“I can only hope,” Yvette huffed. “Now, I’m going to lean back, and you’re going to support me as you look down at me as you are now.”

“Observantly?”, he asked.

“Passionately,” she stressed.

“Why, I assumed that was par for the course,” Otranto smirked as he leant his wife backwards, feeling the slightest of strains on his lower arms as he balanced for their combined weight. “So, a passionate look, then?”

“Yes,” Yvette said, glancing down at the ground and hoisting herself up to ensure that it all seemed natural. “This is the pose I had them hold up until I couldn’t bear it anymore, let alone them.”

“Well, it may simply be that Georgie and Stella lack the necessary spark.”

“I certainly hope we still do,” she said, looking back up into her husband’s eyes.

“Always,” he said, leaning down and kissing her.

Smirking, Yvette said, “I knew this was an excuse.”

“Are you complaining?”, Otranto.

“Never,” she answered. “Thank you, my love. I think I know how to render them now. Now, kiss me again.”

“How can I refuse?”, he said, complying, kissing his wife once more.

With one last cut through the many layers of paper which had been wrapped around it, Rivka unveiled the painting, showing it to Josephine.

“Oh my,” Josie said, “It’s wonderful!”

Beaming, Rivka looked over from it to her, saying, “It is, isn’t it? She captured us so well!”

“And to think she’s only seen us together what, twice? Maximum?”

“She must’ve really poured her heart and soul into it,” Rivka mused.

Finding nothing else to say to that, Josephine huddled closer to Rivka, the two of taking a few more moments to appreciate Yvette’s hard work.

“Do you want to move it out now?”, Rivka asked.

“Oh, there’s no rush,” Josephine said. The guests for the commemoration won’t be here for a few days yet, and we’re hardly going to get time to admire it once it’s in the Winter Palace. Let’s just…stay here a while, shall we?”

“Of course,” Rivka said, turning over to kiss her.

@dadrunkwriting

#yvette montilyet #lord otranto #yvette/otranto #rivka lavellan #josephine montilyet #f!lavellan/josephine #aether effect #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #ao3 #fanfic #athenril-of-kirkwall #dadrunkwriting #da drunk writing circle

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lighthausen · 4 years

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Tma 190 liveblog time :)! Spoilers below cut

Private contemplation hgkddkhfhffk

I heard a small "after you" from Jon, aww <3,

Martin's little "hello! :)" Nerd <3

Oh my god is Celia the same woman who gave the statement to Martin in Mag100??? She lost her name? Oh how sad :(, but im really glad to see her again. She was one of the ones I wanted to see the most

Oh no theyre making him tell the truth?

"Old friends of your prophets" lol.

"Shut up Jon"

Oh no... Sims... old boss aaafjdjdhha

Ah pointing out Tape Recorders

Georgie turning off the tape recordings montage. The magnus archives is a workplace comedy

There's seven? Seven what? Seven people?

Attracted attention!? Oh noooo D:

"They seem to like him" aww

Oh the apology. That's a really nice scene.

I'm glad they don't think he did it on purpose :)

Leitner's stash

ENDLESS SUPERMARKET NIGHTMARE DIMENSION

ennui coke bottles

Where's the Admiral??? Wh! Where is he?

Oh my god, The ADMIRAL DOES RUN A NIGHTMARE DIMENSION. THE ANIMALS ARE WATCHERS.

Oh Melanie and Martin time.

Snoop god's favorite kid

And now my therapist thinks I'm the chosen one

"You and Jon, eh?" Lmaoooooooo. They probably liked kisses in front of them and Melanie and Georgie were like :0!!

Oh, since before Jon woke up! Damn!

The introduction . Cute. Chosen Prophets, the Antichrist's plus 1, love that

They're invisible. Neither watcher nor watched.

Imagine them running carrying the therapist... all the fears following them, jesus

Saying she had a vision?

"The blind prophet" "ah yiiiikes"

Early relationship hurdles lol

I only hope she doesn't realize I'm not good enough for her aww

Jon's a mess, so am I.

Oh my god Basira and Daisy.

Helen turned up!!!! Oh my god!! Tried to eat Celia!!!

Ohhh the fake friend thing, poor Melanie

Lmao Jon killed her.

Someone's writing poetry for Melanie lmaoo "I swear if it's another hymn" lmao

The world is hell and Georige and Melanie can walk through untouched. But Martin can't. Martin got trapped in one of the dimensions. Inch resting...

"It helps to believe" sure does

Poor Erin.

"Thought it was quite a good rhyme" lmaooooooooo

"Maybe your powers feed on hope" aw. :). That's a nice thought isn't.

Oh. No. That's not how it works lol

The giggling with "what do you know about poetry" hehehe

Martin and Erin poetry nights! I want the Martin and Erin poetry nights!!!!!!!

"Nightmare strider" oooh

"I do not want a poem"

Jon is so snarky! Oh my god I missed that lol.

"How do you know when tomorrow is?" "We usually er on the side of sleeping in" lol

That was a fantastic episode, I loved that

#tma spoilers #tma liveblog

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raindropsonwhiskers · 4 years

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Rain!! Heya, so. For the Ask Fandom Shit (I think?), could I ask for your answers to (001) The Magnus Archives? :)

- Favorite Character: either Gerry or Georgie. I love Jon, I really do, and I love watching his slow slide into disaster, but... he is a favorite, not the favorite. Disaster bi goth man and slightly-less-disaster bi cat mom own my heart.

- Least Favorite Character: Elias Bastard. I hate his smarmy capitalist ass so much. 'Ohhh I serve the Guy Who Watches Everybody I'm so special I'm gonna torture my employees and sound like the human version of the Monopoly man if he were about two degrees more of a cartoonish villain' - that asshole

- Five Favorite Ships: Jonmartin, What The Girlfriends, Jon/Gerry, Agnes/Gertrude, Jon/Martin/Tim/Original!Sasha

- Character I Find Most Attractive: ...Helen

- Character I Would Marry: Georgie, probably. She is proveably good girlfriend material and if she can love Jon she can love me, because I know I'm less of a disaster. Plus, free cat!

- Character I Would Be Best Friends With: Honestly? Agnes, probably. She seems nice. I want to to drink coffee with her

- Random Thought: I want to know what is up with Hill Top Road. Why is it so incredibly weird. What is going on there. Why is it Like That. Why does the Web want it and why does the Desolation want it and how on Earth did it become a portal to another universe and what was it that got the poor priest and-

- Unpopular Opinion: Martin should kill Jon at the end :)

- Canon OTP: Jonmartin

- Non-Canon OTP: The OG Archives polycule (I just want nice things for them all)

- Most Badass Character: Gertrude, or Decker. Probably Gertrude

- Pairing I Am Not A Fan Of: Elias/Jon. Just... no

- Character I Feel The Writers Screwed Up: Jude Perry. Her death wasn't,, Great,, and something about the way she was written in general rubs me the wrong way

- Favorite Friendship: Gerry and Gertrude, or Jon and Georgie. Punk and Old Lady versus Pair of Disaster Bis is an impossible choice for me

- Character I Want To Adopt Or Be Adopted By: Uh, none of them? I guess I'd say Jon for the former at a push, but honestly none of the characters inspire strong Must Protect vibes in me. Watching them suffer is too much fun

#thank you for this!#I really love Georgie and Gerry can you tell?#tma #the magnus archives #ask games

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lost-n-stereo · 6 years

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A/N: Fluff Prompt from @livinginrhythm and an anon. Nate/Serena #65. Prompt meme linked at the end!

can I call you up (just one more time)

His phone rings when he’s watching the soccer game he DVR’d with Chuck. It’s a rare boys night, one that they don’t get often these days with work and kids and married life. Well, the last two are just Chuck but it still affects him and how much time they hang out just the two of them.

“Serena is calling me,” he says, looking at Chuck with a bewildered expression. It’s almost two am on a Friday night and Serena most definitely shouldn’t be calling him. Not just because it’s so late but because she’s married, to someone else.

“Want me to pause it?” Chuck smirks behind his scotch glass. “This oughta be good.”

Nate shakes his head. “Nah, I think I should probably take this one in my room.”

He doesn’t answer until the door to his room is closed. He’s still in the Empire penthouse, although it’s been all his for awhile now.

“Serena? Is everything okay?”

That’s his first thought, that something is wrong because it’s pretty common knowledge that no good news comes after midnight.

“Nate!!”

Serena’s drunk voice comes through, the one he’s heard more times in his life than he cares to admit. He can hear loud music in the background and then a shrill “Get off the phone, bitch!” from someone that sounds eerily like Georgina Sparks.

“Serena, what’s going on? Are you with Georgina?”

She sort of hiccups into the phone and he rolls his eyes. The girl is positively wasted. “Yes, Nate. Georgie and me, we’re having a really good time at this club. But don’t worry, she’s being good. No craziness, I promise.”

Nate laughs. “Except for the fact that you’re completely hammered. Where’s Dan?”

“Who knows? Who cares?”

Well, that’s definitely not what he expected her to say. Since they have been married, Serena and Dan have been in this honeymoon phase that Nate honestly finds annoying. But this, this is new.

“Is that why you’re out drinking?” He asks, because it would make sense if her and Dan got into a fight and then she ended up at a club at two am with Georgina Sparks.

“Nate, why didn’t we ever try again?”

He’s literally stunned silent.

“Nate, are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I…I don’t know, Serena.”

She sighs and he can hear the music getting quieter. Either she went outside or into a bathroom, he doesn’t know, but she’s quiet. “I have always loved you, Nate. So much that I don’t think it’s ever going to go away.”

The broken sound of her voice makes his eyes close and he hangs his head as he attempts to process what she said. “Fucking hell, Serena. You’re drunk. You shouldn’t be saying that to me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Her voice is laced with sadness and he can hear that she’s close to tears. He knows he’s got to get her home but he is not the person for that job.

“I’m going to call Dan and have him come and get you.”

She’s practically frantic when she shouts, “No! Don’t call Dan, please.”

“Fine, then I’ll call Blair. Someone needs to get you home and I don’t trust Georgina, like, at all.”

He gets the name and address of the club she’s at and tells her to stay put before thumbing in Blair’s cell number.

“What’s wrong? Is Chuck okay? Did he drink too much again, because Nathaniel Archibald, I swear to God…”

Nate chuckles. “Blair, chill out. It’s not Chuck that’s too drunk, it’s Serena.”

“Serena? Wait...how do you know she’s drunk?”

“Well,” he sighs, contemplating just how much he should really tell her. Then he figures, fuck it. If anyone can get inside the mind of Serena Van Der Woodson, it’s Blair Waldorf. “She just called and professed her love for me so…”

’“Oh, so definitely completely hammered drunk. Where is she?”

Chuck’s amused face greets him when he makes his way back into the living room. “So, Serena got drunk and told you she loves you, huh?”

“Jesus, gossip travels fast in this town.”

His best friend laughs, picks up the remote and presses rewind on the DVR.

***

He doesn’t see or talk to Serena for a week.

Blair invited him to a small party to celebrate the opening of Chuck’s new hotel and without asking she informs him that Serena will be in attendance.

“She’s your best friend, Blair. Of course she’s going to be there.”

Blair laughs like he’s missing something. “Did you not hear what I said, Nate? Serena will be in attendance. Not Serena and Dan.”

“Oh,” he says without really thinking about what she’s just said. But then it really hits him. “Ohhh…”

“There it is,” Blair says and he can practically hear her rolling her eyes through the phone. “Dress nicely, please. Don’t even think about putting on that grey pullover sweater.”

He looks down at the sweater he’s already wearing. “Hey, what’s wrong with the grey swea…”

But she’s already hung up the phone.

Six hours later his car drops him off at Chuck and Blair’s townhouse and Nate can see that the party is in full swing. He should have known when Blair said a small party that it meant at least fifty people, if not more. He hands Dorota his coat when he walks in and gives her a wink as he heads off to find his friends.

“Nathaniel! So happy you could join us,” Chuck says when Nate walks into the living room. “Come in, have a drink.”

His eyes are scanning the room for Serena but he doesn’t want to come right out and ask where she is.

“Serena is in the kitchen with Blair,” Chuck tells him. “Don’t give me that look. I know you and I know how you feel about my sister.”

“I don’t…Forget it. What’s going on with her and Dan?”

Chuck shrugs. “I guess married life isn’t what they thought it was? Who knows, who cares?”

“Funny, that’s exactly what Serena said when I asked her about him.”

His friend smirks. “Great minds, and all that.”

It takes an hour of talking and drinking before Serena makes her way into the living room. Nate looks up at the exact time she walks through the door, like they are in some sort of romantic movie, and her eyes meet his immediately.

“Hey, Nate.” She kisses him on each cheek, her hand resting on his forearm. “When did you get here?”

“Awhile ago,” he says and he looks behind her shoulder to see Blair grinning mischievously. “Do you want to go somewhere and talk?”

Serena narrows her eyes. “Talk about what?”

“Are you kidding me?” She shrugs and he sighs, pulls her by the elbow so they are away from the crowd. “So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”

“I did no such thing,” she says but he can see in her eyes that she remembers exactly what she said.

“Yes, you did. You said that you have always loved me and that it’s never going to go away.”

Serena bites her bottom lip and he tries not to focus on that, but at the issue at hand. “Look, can we just forget about that conversation, please?”

“I can’t,” he says with conviction. “Not if it’s true. Not if...”

“Not if what?”

He sighs. “Not if that’s how I feel about you too.”

There’s no way that telling her this is a good idea, not when she’s married and to one of his good friends at that. It’s just something that’s been in his head for awhile, maybe forever even.

“I think I should go,” she says, and before he can do or say anything about it she’s pulling on her coat and heading out the door.

*** He hears through the grapevine that she files for divorce two months later.

It doesn’t surprise him, not with the stories he’s been hearing from Chuck and Blair. Both of them have been bugging him to contact Serena but he knows that it’s too soon.

Maybe someday, when they are both in the right place at the right time.

***

“I told you Portugal plays pretty good football.”

Chuck scowls, slides five crisp hundred dollar bills across the coffee table. “Eat me, Nathaniel.”

Nate laughs, folds the bills over once and slides them into the front pocket of his slacks. “Don’t be such a poor loser, Charles.”

He ducks when Chuck throws the remote control at his head and grins at Blair, who’s watching their antics and rolling her eyes.

“Are they acting like children again?”

Serena walks in balancing a tray full of snacks on one hip and holding a glass of wine in the other. She stops and drops a kiss to Nate’s lips before setting everything onto the table in front of them.

“I don’t know how many children are walking around talking like heathens, but other than that, yes.” Blair reaches for a grape from the snack tray and pops it into her mouth. She watches with a smirk as Serena settles herself across his lap instead of sitting next to him. “You two are nauseating.”

It’s been eight months since she called him drunk in the middle of the night, six months since she signed her name on the divorce papers. It’s been two solid months of bliss between the two of them, since he called her up and asked her out on a real date.

Serena kisses his cheek and rests her forehead against his temple. “Leave us alone, B. We’re happy.”

Nate pulls her closer and kisses the tip of her nose. “That we are.”

They laugh at the gagging noises coming from both Chuck and Blair. Nate whispers in Serena’s ear to come with him and they both stand up and head towards the door.

“Hey, where are you two going?” Blair calls and Nate chuckles, helps Serena on with her coat before pulling his on.

“We are going to dinner. On Chuck. Thanks, buddy.”

They hold hands on the way to their car, laughing out loud as they listen to Blair rant about the downfalls of gambling.

“Do you think we’ll be like them someday?” Serena asks, winding her scarf around her neck.

Nate thinks about it, about Serena being his wife, them having kids. A boring married couple, like they always make fun of Chuck and Blair for being.

“Yeah,” he says, kissing her quickly. “Someday.”

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