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Crazier - F.W.

Fred Weasley x fem!reader 

This was written for @vivianweasley ‘s 400 writing challenge! I used the song Crazier (by Taylor Swift) from the Hannah Montana movie hihi. Congrats on the milestone lovely ❤️ I hope you enjoy 🧚🏼‍♀️

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: just fluff! and wedding vibes 💗

A/N: ok but this song is ADORABLE ! it makes me so giddy when I listen to it (& i did, A LOT, especially in the process of writing this) 

Flashbacks are italicized

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 Feels like I'm falling and I'm lost in your eyes

There was something special about a war time wedding. 

 The atmosphere surrounding the Burrow seemed to glow in the morning light. The gentle breeze rustled the surrounding fields and the sun was just peaking across the horizon. Champagne colored rays burst from between the clouds littered in the sky, providing warmth for anyone who found themselves outside. Despite the early hour, the residents (and guests) of the Weasley household were already up, busying themselves with tasks that Molly had assigned them. 

You found yourself still wrapped in your fluffy dressing gown, nursing a warm cup of tea in your hands as you directed Fred and George. You three were in charge of making sure the flowers, arches, and chairs were all ready for the upcoming ceremony. A smile couldn’t help but inch its way onto your face as you watched Fred jokingly shove George and cause him to lose his footing for a moment. 

 The soft laugh that escaped your lips caught his attention and your eyes locked. Brown eyes glimmered with mischief and adoration met yours and you couldn’t help the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. 

 “Oi! Be nice to your brother, Fred!” You called out as George once again lost his balance, “We don’t want him losing any other body part!” 

 “Don’t be silly, Y/N.” He retorted, pretending to look like he wasn’t about to send a jelly-legs jinx his brother’s way, “He’s a big boy, he can handle it!”

 You made your way towards the boys who couldn’t stop roughhousing with each other now, “Well regardless, we’ve got to get the flowers and arches up and perfect before your mother comes and has a right fit!” 

 Slightly amused at how much you reminded them of their mother in that moment, the twins stopped horsing around and actually got their wands out to be as efficient as possible. You were able to get back to peacefully sipping on your tea and telling them where they should put certain flowers and which arch belonged where. 

 The sun was fully risen when the three of you finished, standing side by side admiring your handiwork. 

 “Great job team!” George announces, patting both you and Fred on the shoulder before turning on his heel, “I’m gonna go check and see if mom’s made some food! I’m starving!” 

 Before you could follow him, Fred’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you from behind. Your back connected with his chest in a huff, and he placed his head on your shoulder, “Yes, Freddie?” You giggled. 

 “Nothing love,” He kissed the side of your neck, “Just love you, is all.” 

 Your heart fluttered at the simple words and you practically melted in his arms, “Where’d that come from?” 

 “The whole atmosphere of today, of the wedding, I dunno” He hummed, “It just made me think of seeing you walk down the aisle in a white dress in the future.” 

 Turning around in his grasp and wrapping your arms around his neck, your eyes met and it was the most genuine and sincere you had ever seen Fred look. It made your heart stutter and butterflies fill your stomach. 

 “You’re such a sap, Fred Weasley,” There was no malice in your voice, just adoration for the wonderful man in front of you. 

 “Only for you darling.” 

 -

 Bill and Fleur’s wedding was nothing short of magical. 

 The moment the blushing bride walked down the aisle, the crowd seemed to freeze in awe of her beauty. But nothing could compare to how she glowed the moment she reached the arms of her loving husband. 

 As the newlyweds shared a loving kiss, your eyes locked with Fred’s and you were struck with the image of him in his best dress robes, pulling you in for a sweet kiss just like the one happening in front of you. When the redhead sent you a cheeky wink from across the room, you had no doubt in your mind that you wanted to marry him one day. 

 You couldn’t help but reminisce on the years past and how your relationship with the cheeky mischief maker developed. 

 I watched from a distance as you made life your own

 Laughs rang through the crowded hallway as the Weasley twins rushed to get away from Filch. You rolled your eyes at their antics, but a small smirk graced your lips. Being yearmates and housemates with the rambunctious pair for four years now had allowed you to grow used to their mischievous pranks and their witty ideas. 

 “Oi, watch it Weasley!” You teased, turning to face the boys who nearly knocked you over in their rush to get away from the cranky caretaker. 

 “Sorry, Y/L/N!” One of them yelled over his shoulder, before the pair of them rounded the corner and disappeared from view. 

 Despite being in the same year and house as the twins, that was usually the most interaction you would have with them. Nothing against them, but you had your own group of friends and they had theirs. As much as you admired their mischief and wit, that wasn’t really your thing. You preferred to keep to yourself or your little group of friends, not fading into the shadows but not exactly stepping into the spotlight either. 

 When you were accidentally on the receiving end of their pranks meant for Snape, though, the twins forced themselves into your life. 

 You were sat on one of the beds in the hospital wing, waiting while Madam Pomfrey puttered around looking for some bruise cream and muttering under her breath about how dangerous the twins could be. You hid your smile behind your hand, it honestly wasn’t all that bad, you just had a bruise on your cheek and one on your shoulder. They were both sore and aching, but you knew it could be fixed in no time. 

 Before the mediwitch could apply any salve to your exposed shoulder, the twins burst into the hospital wing. 

 “Y/N!” One of them, you thought maybe George, yelled. 

 “Oh Merlin, we’re so sorry!” The other twin said as they reached you. 

 Madam Pomfrey began to protest the twins’ presence, but you were quick to reply, “It’s fine you guys. Madam Pomfrey’s just about to fix me up and I’ll be good as new!” 

 The rest of the week, the twins didn’t leave you alone. Constantly opening doors and pulling out chairs for you, the pair of them weaseled their way into your daily routine. You could feel them wriggling their way into your heart too, and you knew that there was no going back now. 

 Every sky was your own kind of blue

And I wanted to know how that would feel

 “Y/N?” You turned around to the source of the voice only to be face to face with none other than Fred Weasley.

 “Fred,” You breathed, hitching the books in your arms a little higher and tighter, “What’s up? Do you need something?” 

 The castle was decorated beautifully for the Christmas hols, and more importantly to impress the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang guests you were hosting that year, but you were in a bit of a rush and you couldn’t really stop and chat. The professors had made sure to assign as much schoolwork as possible before the break began, which meant you were scrambling to finish everything on time. 

 You noticed Fred rock back on his heels and shove his hands in the pockets of his robes, “Are you alright?” You asked. 

 “Huh? Oh yeah, I’m brilliant really,” He muttered, his eyes shifting around and his ears tinging pink ever so slightly. 

 “O-kay,” You said, “Sorry, Fred but I’m rushing to get some coursework finished. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

 “Yeah, of course.” He mumbled as you turned on your heel and rushed away. His shoulders slumped slightly, “Bloody idiot, couldn’t get a word out of your mouth…” 

 Unknown to you, Fred walked all the way back to the common room muttering under his breath. The Yule Ball was coming up and the only person he wanted to take was you, he just needed to buck up enough courage to actually ask you. Every time he tried, though, he clammed up and nothing could come out of his mouth. 

 When you climbed through the portrait hole a while later, he was still sat on one of the couches, staring at the fireplace and brainstorming ideas of how he could gather up some of his Gryffindor courage and ask you a simple question. He actually made it a point to write down a few of them on some parchment, but most of them were crossed out. 

 Sonorus charm during breakfast 

Sending her a letter (? possible)

Ask Hermione to ask her for me 

 He hadn’t noticed that you came in, so when you plopped down on the couch beside him, he almost jumped out of his seat. He looked right suspicious to you, trying to shove the piece of parchment he was holding back into the pocket of his robes. Knowing the kind of mischief he could cause you, you did what any other sane person would do.

 “Accio parchment.” You said, pointing your wand at his robes. The paper flew out and into your open palm. 

 “No, Y/N-” He protested, but you stood up quickly and got out of his grabbing reach. 

 “What’s this Fred? Haven’t gotten any good ideas to ask someone to the Yule Ball?” You teased after skimming over his messy notes. 

 At that moment he thanked Merlin and Morgana that he hadn’t actually written down your name. Still, his ears and neck were pink and he could feel his face grow hot as you read over the dumb ideas he wrote down. 

 “That’s none of your business, don’t you think?” He mumbled, taking the parchment out of your hands and sticking it back safely in his pocket. 

 “Oh alright,” You smiled, “Just teasing!” 

 He nodded quickly then proceeded to make his way to the staircase, wanting to just curl up in bed and scream into his pillow. Something stopped him, though. He paused right at the doorway and turned to face you slowly. 

 “Y/N?” He said. 

 “Yeah, Fred?” You asked, busy trying to smooth down the disheveled uniform and hair that came from running away from him so quickly a few minutes before. You weren’t paying as much attention to the redhead as you should’ve, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder. 

 “Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?” 

 His question rang through the empty common room and made you pause what you were doing. 

 “Sorry, what?” You asked, turning to look at him. 

 “Erm, I asked if you wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me,” He mumbled, rocking back on his heels. 

 A slow smile spread across your face, “Of course! I’d love to.” 

 “Great!” He nearly yelled, “Great, yeah. I can’t wait!” 

 -

 You stood at the top of the staircase, your gown swishing gently as you made your way to where the rest of the students were waiting. Fred’s hair could easily be spotted above the crowd, so you weaved your way through to him. 

 When his eyes found yours the world seemed to stop. Blood rushed to his ears and his breath came out in short puffs. His vision seemed to tunnel and the only thing he could see was you. You looked absolutely stunning.

 “Wow,” He breathed once you reached him, “I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven. You look phenomenal, Y/N.” 

 Your heart stuttered at the compliment, “Thanks, Fred. You look great too.”

 Fred was nothing short of the perfect date. He held your waist as the two of you entered the Great Hall, held your seat out for you as you reached your table, and took your hand to lead you to the dance floor when it was time for the waltz. The both of you weren’t great dancers, but you stumbled and giggled through the whole thing with smiles on your faces. 

 When the two of you grew tired of dancing, he gently whispered in your ear, “D’you wanna get out of here?” 

 “Sure,” You smiled. 

 In a moment of bravery, you took his hand in yours as the two of you walked leisurely through the snow filled grounds. Heart still beating in your chest, you stole a glance in his direction. To your surprise, he wore a goofy smile on his face and his ears were slightly tinged pink. Instead of letting go, he squeezed your hand and led you to an empty bench. 

 You sat in peaceful silence for a few minutes, taking in the gorgeous decorations made for the ball, but after a while you asked “Knut for your thoughts?”

 Fred turned to face you slightly and let out a small puff of breath, “I’ve actually wanted to talk to you about something.” 

 Your brows furrowed in concern, “What’s up?” 

 “I fancy the hell out of you, Y/N.” He breathed nervously, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear and staring at the ground. 

 “Oh Fred, I really fancy you too.” You grinned giddily, a small laugh leaving your lips. 

 His eyes widened at your statement and his grin seemed to match yours, “What’s so funny then?” 

 “Nothing,” You shrugged, snaking your arms around his neck, “I’ve just fancied you for so long, I just didn’t think you’d actually feel the same for me.” 

 Instead of replying, Fred swooped down and pressed a searing kiss on your lips. You gasped slightly, not expecting his lips to be on yours, but soon you melted into his touch. His arms wrapped around your waist before the two of you broke apart. 

 “That answer your question?” He breathed, going back in to peck your lips again and again until you were giggling and playfully slapping him on the chest. 

 “You’re really something else, Weasley.” 

 You lift my feet off the ground

You spin me around

You make me crazier crazier

 “D’you wanna get out of here?” A familiar voice asked in your ear as strong arms wrapped around your waist. 

“Now where have I heard that before?” You teased, placing a soft peck on Fred’s lips. 

The wedding reception was in full swing now, a crowd of redheads filling the tent. You were standing to the side, taking in just how much happiness this event sparked in your life and in so many others’. It was as if the world stopped to celebrate the love that Bill and Fleur clearly felt for each other. 

Without answering you, Fred merely took your hand in his and led you out into the dusk. The breeze cooling down your slightly warm skin. 

“Care for a dance?” He grinned at you, holding out his hand when you two had reached a relatively empty area in the surrounding field. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” You joked, taking his hand and putting your other one on his shoulder. 

Gently, the two of you swayed together as the sun finally set beyond the horizon and as the first few stars appeared above you. No music was playing, nor was it needed, as you were wrapped around the love of your life. 

He sighed contentedly, “When all this is over and we’ve won the war, I’m going to marry you.” 

“Good,” You said confidently, “Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Fred Weasley.” 

[15-dogs]

planetarium |s.b.|

pairing: young!sirius black x reader

summary: after watching and falling for sirius black without ever talking to him, you finally get to speak with him at the most inopportune time

warnings: none

prompt: planetarium from la la land

guide: (Y/L/N) = your last name

word count: 2.1K

a/n: this is for @vivianweasley‘s writing challenge (which you can find right here!) congrats again on 400!!

All night, your eyes would flicker across the crowded ballroom towards the pianist. He was elegant yet fierce, sitting up straight against the hard, wooden bench, his overworked hands touching the keys with a gentleness that strangely fit him. Even as suitor after suitor came to you and asked for a dance, your eyes would find him, that blank, raven haired man.

Every now and then, the man would look up at you and catch you staring at him. He would show no emotion either way, but he never did; he was a keeper of a million secrets of which all were his own.

Although he was emotionless, you most certainly were not. You’ve had your eyes on the man ever since your parents forced you into these ceremonies. There was something about him that piqued your interest. At nights you would lie awake in bed just thinking about what it would be like if he was there beside you. You imagined that he’d be good company, he would laugh at your jokes and be quite funny himself. But those were all daydreams, seeing as you’d never really spoken to the man yourself.

You’d heard things about him through word of mouth, that he was a troublemaker at school and that his younger brother, Regulus, was quite the opposite. Regulus was a good fit for you, your parents assured you. Likely because you were at the Black family residence and your parents finally understood just how wealthy they were; wealthy enough to buy expansion charms in their home to add the pristine ballroom you sat in. Either way, your parents were quite adamant about you meeting him. Perhaps that’s why he was walking towards you with the determination of a brainwashed man. Your eyes flitted over towards the grand piano, hoping to catch a glimpse of the pianist one last time before his brother approached you but he was gone. You scanned the room in a panic, wondering how you would survive the rest of the night if you couldn’t imagine each suitor were him when you spotted him slipping out of the ballroom door.

Pretending you didn’t notice Regulus walking towards you, you jumped from your seat and integrated yourself within the throng of pureblood parents and their spoiled children, just long enough for you, yourself, to slip out the door. As soon as you stepped into the long, marble hallway, you slipped off your shoes— you feared that the tapping of your heels against the tiles would alert someone inside the ballroom to your presence. It was highly unlikely, however, due to the soft music that still thrummed in the hall.

As you neared the end of the hallway, you found the pianist leaning over a railing in front of an empty column of space in his family’s home. You placed your shoes near the opening of the hallway, hoping to sneak around and get a better look at what the man stared hopelessly at. You rounded him, stepping beside his slouched form. You glanced up at a purple and black mist that was suspended midair, dotted with twinkling white stars that formed constellations.

“I know who you are,” you began. You were nervous as it was your first time speaking to him in real life, not in your fantasies. He either didn’t sense it or completely did, as he didn’t budge at the sound of your voice. Yet, you persevered. “You’re the pianist, Sirius, Orion’s son.”

The pale man stood straight up. “Yes, I’m the pianist.”

“And Orion’s son,” you finished. He frowned.

“It’s a bad idea to be speaking with me, you know.” Sirius looked over his coarse hands, massaging them from his hours of playing.

You looked to the side to meet his gaze which had been blatantly avoiding you. His gray eyes met yours, and you suddenly could see all that emotion that he had been hiding. It was then that you realized you’d never been close enough to understand him.

“Since when have you been afraid of getting in a little trouble?” 

Sirius snorted at your comment, clearly amused by your teasing. He looked back down at his hands and then up at the constellations in the planetarium. You could see the stars reflect in his eyes, like he was absorbing everything he saw. As the lights illuminated his face, you recognized a sadness— a loneliness— that you’d only seen in yourself before. 

The music still serenaded you from down the hall, giving you an idea. You took a few steps away from Sirius, his attention peeling away from the enchanted constellations to eye you. As soon as he turned fully around, you took the sides of your dress and curtsied at him. Sirius looked around you as if to make sure no one was watching, then he bowed back.

You danced. Formally, sure, but you two didn’t know any other way. It was a careful waltz, your dress flowing behind you as you spun together. His hand rested perfectly on your back, like it was meant to be there. Your eyes shut as you followed his movements, perfectly content with how the night was going.

“I know you too, you know,” he whispered gruffly against your ear. Your eyes snapped open and met his. “Top of your class at Beauxbatons. You’re here because your parents want to marry you off to some other pureblood family. You’ve got quite the number of suitors lined up for you— my brother being one.”

Your stomach sank. You were hoping that he didn’t know, or at least wouldn’t bring it up. “And why, may I ask, aren’t you one of my suitors?”

Sirius looked away from you then, slowing his movements. “My family advises that I'd be better off with someone I can’t corrupt, mind you.”

You furrowed your brow. “What are you saying? That I’m innocent? Corruptible, even? Or is this your way of saying you wish you were one of my suitors?”

Sirius stifled a handsome chuckle that had your stomach turning. “You brought it up, (Y/L/N). If I didn’t know any better I’d assume you want me to be your suitor.”

“It’s a lovely thing that you know better, isn’t it, then?”

The song slowed to a quiet, almost nothingness, the sounds of both your quiet laughing overwhelming the solo from the flutist. You ran your hands down his arms as he did the same to yours before letting go of each other completely and walking towards the railing again.

Sirius smiled genuinely at you and your heart fluttered. You were right about it, being close to him and all— it truly was the only way to understand him.

He raised a hand and pointed at the mass of magicked stars, performing wandless magic to reveal his constellation. If he was speaking, you couldn’t hear it. You were far too enthralled by his features, hoping to uncover more about him than you had heard through rumors. The man was an enigma to you, a puzzle, a riddle, but you were not about to give up when he made you feel the way you did by just looking at you.

He must’ve felt your stare because he stopped talking and turned to study you. His head rested delicately in his hands and you mimicked his pose. He let out a soft exhale at your demeanor before asking, “What?”

You knew that it was crazy, just a little bit, to be telling this boy that you hadn’t known for more than 10 minutes about your feelings but you simply couldn’t help it. A part of you felt like you had known him for years because, in a way, you had. All those pointless and idiotic ways to marry you off and preserve your family’s bloodline was just another way for you to pretend that Sirius’s perfectly rough and strong hands were in yours, not the creepy guy who would make passing comments about muggleborns and halfbloods that your friends would talk about back at school. The nights that you would lie awake to pretend that Sirius was joking beside you in your bed made you feel like you knew him. But the more you spoke with him, the more you could feel that invisible string between you tighten. You just hoped he felt that pull as well.

“May I admit something to you?” you began.

Sirius’ lips twitched into a smirk. “With such good manners, how could I say no?”

You chuckled softly to relieve your nerves. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time, Sirius. I know who you are because I see you at all these ceremonies and I don’t know how to describe it but I feel...connected to you, if that makes sense.”

His tall body went rigid and his eyes glazed over like a defense mechanism so you couldn’t see what he was feeling. He shook his head and clenched his eyelids shut as he processed what you had said. “No, no,” he mumbled, “you can’t just do that, you can’t just fancy me.” He finally looked at you, barely regaining his composure. “I’m not good for you, my parents will never approve. It just...it simply won’t work.”

You blinked in shock. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. You swallowed thickly. “Do you feel the same way, Sirius? Do you have feelings for me?”

He didn’t respond and it broke your heart.

But, being the polite and respectful person you were taught to be, you graciously accepted his nothingness and stepped back, knowing that you had to return to the ball. You curtsied and bowed your head. Just as you were about to lift it, Sirius tucked his hand underneath your chin, tipping you up and smashing his lips against yours.

You felt a swell in your chest, like you were so light you could float off the ground. If someone had told you that the song had ended in the ballroom, you wouldn’t believe them because in that moment all you could hear was a grand orchestra coming together perfectly in a great crescendo. The room was spinning around you and by Merlin you were going to hold on for dear life, anchoring your hands onto his broad shoulders.

Sirius pulled away after placing one more careful peck against your lips. He rested his forehead against yours as he panted out, “I’m running away tonight, this— we— are a bad idea. You can’t fall in love with a runaway blood traitor.”

You didn’t have a choice in what you said, the words bubbled up from inside of you, from a place of wanting and yearning. You hadn’t even processed what you said until the words came out of your mouth.

“I’d rather fall in love with someone I’m truly in love with. So be it.”

A soft hum of a waltz came flooding in from the ballroom and Sirius placed one hand on your back and the other in yours and once more, you two began to dance. Your dress swept behind you with each turn. Sirius slowed to a stop as his eyes landed on your feet.

“Where did your shoes go?” he asked between a hearty laugh.

You glanced over your shoulder to see if they were still where you left them. “It’s not easy to sneak out of a ball in heels.”

At the mention of the ball, Sirius took a sobering breath, as did you. He placed a hand on your neck and sighed. “You have to go back to the ball. We’re going to arouse suspicions if we’re both missing for this long.”

He waited for you to move but you didn’t, you couldn’t. Not now, knowing that he was going to leave his family and quite possibly you forever. He saw that hollow look in your eyes and held you tighter.

“I’ll write to you when I’m out, when I’m safe. We’ll see each other again without the bloody awful formal clothes and families to impress. I promise.”

He moved his hand up to your cheek and cupped it, your eyes fluttering shut and an amused smile tugging at your lips. “I’ll wait for you. Be safe.”

You opened your eyes to see Sirius nod and retract his hands from you. “Now, go,” he whispered, and for the first time, you didn’t have to be close to him to see his emotion. It was thick in his voice, the sorrow and longing. In a strange way, it warmed your heart, seeing that he felt that invisible string, too.

You scurried off towards the hallway to retrieve your shoes. Just as you slipped them on and were about to stand up, Sirius pulled you to your full height and kissed you ferociously once more, in that same way where you felt like you were floating in a sea of music. And as his lips moved in sync with yours, you hoped— no, you knew— that that would not be the last time Sirius Black would make you feel more than you had ever felt before.