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The Shepherd’s Girl | Alec Volturi x Female Reader [PART I]

She never said anything, but she had always felt those eyes on her. They burned like the embers that would jump at her feet as she slept. She’d felt them for years, she knew exactly who’s they were but she didn’t dare to say a word.

She didn’t want them to hurt him. And she knew if she gave him something as simple as an eye bat, he would be rotting in the ground because of her.

She felt the same way he did about her. Once in a blue moon they would walk through the village to trade. It was the only time she was allowed to gaze at him.

She was enchanted by the teenage boy. His violent blue eyes always made her heart flutter and her stomach flip. They were gorgeous, as was he.

She watched with the others as they walked hand in hand with weaved rabbit traps in at their sides. Only two. They only ever came with two.

Y/N’s head fell as the two retreated back into the woods after her father reluctantly traded the twins with wool. They hadn’t eaten in days. The crops died and many of the villagers were blaming the twins and their widowed mother for the famine.

She sighed as everyone continued on after the two were out of eyesight. She wiped her hands on her white dress and continued to feed the young sheep.

They crowded around as she feed them flowers and weeds. A small smile danced upon her lips as the animals began to rub against her legs.

Alec watched as the angel like girl laughed. He was hidden behind a large oak watching the village beauty. She was only 15 while Alec was 17.

He had been watching her for two years now. That’s when his infatuation began. He and Jane had been hunting squirrels for their mother when they stumbled upon her at the edge of the pond near their home.

They knew she wasn’t supposed to be there. None of the village children were allowed to venture out into the woods because of them.

They also knew who she was. She was Y/N Shepherd. Her father was the only shepherd in the village. They knew from the nice dress she was wearing and how beautiful the girl truely was. Along with her silky H/C hair. A signature of her fathers.

Jane and Alec decided to stay quiet as they watched from a far. She was sobbing as she looked at her reflection in the water. Her face was bruised and beaten.

Alec’s heart wept at the sight of the angel in front of him. Her pain was deep and he could feel it, while Jane felt remorse for the girl. Her father was known to be an evil man. Her mother died years ago and he blamed Y/N for her death.

Every man in the village wanted Y/N to marry their sons. She was beautiful and to them that’s all that mattered. But unknowing to them her beauty outside reflected that what is was inside.

She was a very timid girl. She didn’t like the attention she was given and was know as the village recluse. To the teenage boys she was an enigma.

Men and boys started asking for her hand in marriage at the age of eleven. Though her father angeredly declined them all. He hated his daughter, but she was still all he had left of his wife. He was determined she would never to be wed as long as he was alive. He wouldn’t have her taken away as well.

Alec has grown more and more attached to the girl as he grew older. He watched her from a far to cowardly to approach the girl. Now here he was again watching his living fantasy.

He gasped as his eyes met hers across the field. The lump in his throat grew as she timidly looked around to make sure no one was watching. Then, she did something no one had ever done to him, she smiled at him.

Alec’s mind flooded with confusion at the gesture. Does she know who I am? She has too. She just saw me and Jane. Does she know?

That night Y/N was determined she would meet the boy she had been lusting over these past few years. Even if that meant her life could be on the line.

In the middle of the night as her father slept on the bed she stood from the floor and climbed out the window. That afternoon she had hidden some coats she had knitted behind the lamb house.

She smiled watching the lambs sleep somberly. This year they were a rowdy bunch, which she liked. She was careful not to wake them as she knew they would cause commotion. She grabbed the filled basket as fast as she could and ran across the field in the cover of the night.

She hadn’t a clue where the house was. She assumed it would be by the pond. It would be logical since they didn’t have access to the well in the center of the village.

She walked for what felt like hours in darkness, till she quietly gasped at the sound of rushing water. She gazed at the other end of the pond and saw the outline of a small cottage in the moonlight.

She pranced to the other side of the pond.

Jane and their mother was sound asleep in their bed, while Alec laid near the fire staring at the roof. She was on his mind.

He couldn’t fathom that she of all ladies, would be the one to smile at him. She was so beyond him and he couldn’t understand what her intentions were.

He was ripped from his thoughts at the sound of two tiny knocks on their door. Confusion and fear ran across his face as his sister and mother woke.

No one came to visit them. Specially not at these hours. Fear pounded itself through their veins. Alec timidly raised from his seat on the ground.

His mother jumped from the bed and grabbed his arm before he could make his way to the door. She looked up at his tall figure and shook her head motioning him to sit with his sister.

Alec reluctantly walked to stand with his sister. They watched as their mother gulp as she opened the door.

Y/N smiled as the door opened. It had taken her over ten minutes to gather the courage to knock. She knew they would understand why she came at these hours but she was scared for their reaction.

A frail woman opened the door to meet the girl. Her face was freightened but it lightened at the sight of the small girl.

“Hello, I am so very sorry to wake you. I am Y/N Shepherd. May I come in?” Y/N smiled.

Guinevere was confused why the shepherds daughter was at her door at such late hours. She knew Alec fancied her, as Jane had reportedly to her.

She smiled and welcome Y/N in. Alec froze as he watched the cloaked girl entire his home. Jane audibly sighed in relief.

“I’m Guinevere. These are my children, Alec and Jane.” Guinevere smiled motioning to her children. Y/N bowed her head to them both. A blush rose to her cheeks as Alec raised to his feet.

Guinevere walked and stood with her children leaving Y/N on the other end of the fire place. He wrapped her arms around them both rubbing their backs comfortingly.

“Hello, I am Y/N Shepherd. I know you must be wondering why I’ve come at this late hour. I know your children struggle with trade in the village. As today my father reluctantly traded our wool for your weaved rabbit traps out of desperation.”

“Yes, it has been hard. Please, thank your father for the wool he has given us. It will be enough for Alec and Jane here to keep warm this winter.” Guinevere looked to the pile of tan fluff on the floor.

“That’s why I came here this fortnight. This winter is said to be a harsh one. I came here without my father knowing to gift you these.”

Y/N uncovered the basket in her hands. The family gasped at the sight of the dyed thick cloths the girl was carrying.

“I made these for you and your family. I even made the dye myself. I hope you like them and they keep you warm this winter.”

Y/N placed down the basket and pulled out a deep red cloak. She smiled as she looked to Jane who was hiding behind her mothers arm.

“Jane, I made this one for you. I thought you might like the red color, as I noticed when you come into the village you always have the red tint of raspberries on your lips.”

Y/N smiled holding the cloak out in her arms. She didn’t want to approach the girl, she didn’t want to overstep her boundaries. She knew they weren’t used to this behavior, which saddened her.

Jane slowly let go of her mothers arm as she nudged her forward. Jane stared down Y/N she didn’t trust her, but something told her that she should. She grabbed the red cloak and gasped at the softness of the wool.

“I’ve never felt wool so, soft.” Jane stated as she ran her hands over the gift.

“I wove it myself. My mother taught me how to make it like that.” Jane nodded her head as she walked back holding it in her hands.

Y/N held out a medium length green cloak.

“This is yours Guinevere. I didn’t know what would fit you so I made it rather long. I hope it will due.”

Guinevere’s hand went to her heart at the sight of the high quality cloak. She hugged and thanked the beauty as she graciously accepted the gift.

Alec and Y/N blushed as they looked to one another. Both were as red as summer strawberries and Jane and Guinevere has noticed.

“Alec, I made you this blue one. I thought it would go well with your eyes. I went over to the neighboring village to buy some blueberries to make the dye. It took me quite a long time to get the color right but I hope it turned out alright-” Y/N looked to the floorboards as she rambled on.

“It’s beautiful.” Alec stated causing her gaze to shift back to him. Her face turned to an even deeper scarlet.

Alec slowly approach the girl he liked to call his angel. His heart was pounding out of his chest as his hands grazed hers taking the cloak.

“I can not thank you enough, for showing my family this kindness. Will you come see us again?” Alec grabbed the girls hands in his making her turn her head in embarrassment of her face.

She knew she was blushing out of her mind. The contact and warmth of his skin made her body come to life.

Alec was tired of hiding his affections for the girl. He had waited so long to speak with her, he wasn’t afraid anymore.

He slowly took his hand and delicately placed his fingers upon her jaw, making her look at him.

“I wish to see you again.” He stated bluntly causing his sister and mother to smile. Alec has never shown interest in anyone before, specially a girl. And romantic at that.

Y/N fought in her head if she should tell him she knew.

“I- I know you’ve been watching me.” She stuttered our embarrassed as she looked at her feet. Alec’s handsome face and touch was taking its toll on her.

Alec’s cheeks blazed like fire. He thought he had been sneaky enough. But he had been very wrong. He was ashamed, now he had freightened her more than he probably already had.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could get out. He felt revolted in himself.

“D-Don’t be. I had been watching you too. I was too scared to speak to you because of my father. I- I find you to be very handsome.”

Alec’s heart fluttered. He was in utter shock that something so ethereal could find him to be enchanting. He had always thought of himself as relatively unappealing and plain.

“You’re very pretty.” Y/N giggled. She had heard the statement many of the times but she didn’t truely believe it till now.

She stayed silent in flattery. She looked out the window to see the sun slowly rising. She took is a sharp breath.

“Oh my lord, I must head home! If my father sees I am not in bed he will surely have all of our heads.” Alec’s smile fell as she picked up the basket and ran to the door.

“Promise me you will return!” Alec yelled after Y/N before she went out the door.

“I promise.”

•••

It had been four months since that night. It was now spring and Alec sadly had to retire his gift from Y/N.

Every night since Y/N had snuck out of the village to visit Alec. They had fallen in love deeply, to Guinevere’s delight. Jane was rather jealous of how much of Alec’s attention Y/N took up.

Occasionally Y/N would let out a sheep into the woods, claiming it had gotten out. At first her father had protested since the witches lived in those woods but she convinced him to let her go hunting for the lamb.

Those days she would spend ours with Alec picking flowers and talking. The more she got to know Alec the deeper she fell in love with him.

They were true soulmates. They never once felt uncomfortable or negative about one another. If it came to one another’s happiness, they would give up anything.

Alec wanted to ask for Y/N’s hand in marriage. He wanted nothing more than her. She was the light he never thought he needed. She made his family feel whole. Guinevere and Jane would agree. Even though Jane would never admit to it out loud.

He knew her father would kill both Alec and his mother and sister if he found out he had been seeing his daughter. Alec had discussed his intentions with his mother.

They agreed that if Y/N accepted him, they would run. Head south to a village their fathers brother lived in, who was highly respected for his service in the war.

Y/N would be safe and taken care of. And no one would know that Alec and Jane were twins. Now that they were older if a traveler were to see them, they could pass as just siblings.

That afternoon Jane went flower pick with Alec for Y/N.

“Sister, do you think she will accept?” He asked as he added the blue flowers to the basket.

“She loves you brother. I have no doughy she will accept. If she doesn’t, well, she is a fool.” Alec lightly chuckled. He knew Y/N was far from a fool. She was a clever little thing.

“I think these are enough. Let’s head home Jane.” Alec grabbed the basket from Janes hands.

“Go ahead. Tell mother I will be home soon. I’m going to pick her some flowers. I think she will like these.” Jane smiled as felt the petals of the white flowers.

Alec was uneasy at the thought of Jane being alone, but he knew his sister would protest if he mentioned staying with her. He had always been protective of her, which annoyed Jane to death.

“Alright, but be careful.”

Hummed to herself as she danced around in the flowers. It had been about an hour since Alec had left and Jane had collected an array of flowers she thought her mother would love.

She smiled as she invisioned her mothers smiling face. Guinevere loved when Jane and Alec brought her flowers.

As Jane decided it was time for her to head back she heard a twig snap behind her. Her heart dropped at the sound.

“It’s one of those damned witches.” A gruff voice said making Jane flinch. She slowly turned to see some of the older villagers sons.

“You fucking bastards, killed our crops!” Another one yelled making Jane whimper in fear.

“We’re starving because of you!” Jane shook her head and started to back away as the boys looked near.

“You’re wrong! We did nothing!” Jane yelled as she turned to run away. But before she could run an arm coiled around her waist slamming her into the ground.

The sobbed as the bows kicked and beat her for what felt like hours. That familiar feeling began to take over Jane’s body as she started screaming.

Her vision began to fade and the sounds of the boys vile laughter ceased. A series of visions displayed themselves in Jane mind before darkness enveloped her.

Jane awoke to her mothers weeps. She looked around frantically as she remembered. Her sobs began to blend with her mothers.

“I-i... felt it again. I couldn’t stop-” Jane choked as her mother petted her head.

“I know sweetheart, you tried to control it.” Guinevere cried as Jane noticed her blood covered hands.

Both their heads snapped to the hill above them as they heard Alec’s screams. A group of villagers appear with torches with Alec in their hands.

“MOTHER!”

“MOTHER!”

“RUN!”

He screamed as the villagers approached the pair.

“Our boys have gone missing! And that little demon in your arms is the reason of this horror!” One yelled at Guinevere.

“Whatever you are accusing us of is false! Your boys attached my daughter! Now let my son go!” She screamed.

“We’ve searched for miles of horse back! She did something to them! Take them away.”

Guinevere and Jane screamed in terror as the men grabbed and tugged them up the hill.

As they entered the town all the villagers had gathered. Including Y/N father but Y/N was no where to be seen.

Two large stakes had been planted in the middle of the town. The family screamed in terror at their doom.

Villagers gathered around the twins taring at their clothes and spitting in their faces. They tied Jane and Alec to the stakes. As their mother stayed in hand of the village men.

“Let my children go!” She sobbed thrashing her body as the village priest approached.

“These children have been accused of witchcraft. They now shall be burned for their sins. And their create shall be stoned.” Guinevere sobbed as she watched them assemble the sticks at Jane and Alec’s feet.

Jane and Alec watched confused as villagers began to pick up rocks. Until their mother looked to them and said her last I love you to them.

They screamed in agony as the villagers began to rejoice and laugh at Guinevere’s dead body. They watched in horror as they witnessed the true darkness of humanity.

Jane began to damn the village, releasing the anger she felt. While Alec’s soul had been ripped from his body.

Without hesitation the villagers lit the sticks causing the twins legs to catch fire.

Alec screamed in agony as he clinched his jaws in pain. Janes anger never left her body as she felt the flames licking up her legs.

They felt pain in every inch of their beings. Jane wanted them to feel it. She wanted to make everyone of them scream in agony like she was. And Alec wanted nothing more that to feel nothing at all.

A scream interrupted the villagers celebrations. Jane and Alec watched as Y/N screamed running into the mob.

Tears ran down her face as she sobbed.

“NO! ALEC, JANE! DAMN YOU ALL, YOU ARE ALL MONSTERS!” As she ran to reach them her fathers arms snakes around her body slamming her back into him.

She screamed and thrashed in agony. She wanted them to stop this torture. She wanted to make every single one of them listen to her. Make them see beyond their fears. She wanted them to listen to her, she wanted to control these monsters. To stop them from hurting innocences.

Alec cried as his vision began to blur. When suddenly he and Jane began to hear screams of fear.

The last thing Alec ever saw as a human was Y/N’s tear stained face.

The masters and Felix and Demetri had slaughtered the entire village. Only one remained as Santiago doused the flames.

She screamed as Demetri’s hands squeeze on her shoulders. Aro turned before Demetri could break her neck.

“No! Not that one. She was fond of them. She will be changed.”

Y/N looked at the long haired man in fear as he approached. Y/N’s shrikes filled the air as he sinked his teeth into her neck.

“Take her far north, and leave her away from civilization.”

When a character does something inexcusable to the reader and I’m sat there thinking of all the ways we can get revenge but then I’m hit with the ‘I forgive you just don’t do it again 😃’

NOOO HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR YOURSELF PLEASEEEE IM BEGGING YOU🙏

Especially if they cheated like how are you forgiving that????

Makes me like this fr

You're not reading this by accident. This is the confirmation you were looking for. Everything is going to be all right. God is making a way where there is no way right now.

They got him 😔 they got Pookie 😫 I’m gonna kms

Truth or Dare | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: Fred realises his true feelings for you once you are dared to french kiss George during a round of truth or dare. Draco then forces you to kiss him instead, which only results in a brawl. You then take Fred back to the common room and help clean his wounds.

Warnings/tags: violence/fighting, jealous!fred, kissing, non-con touch, Draco being a git (sorry malfoy lovers 😭), cleaning wounds after a fight trope, reader isn't in a specified house here, spicy ending (if u squint)

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The Ravenclaw common room had never seen a gathering quite like this. The enchanted blue flames flickered in the fireplace, casting a radiant glow over the room, which today, was packed with students from all four houses.

Luna had invited everyone over, claiming that a “spontaneous social gathering” would be a great way to pass the time and forget about your studies for a while.

The usual gryffindor group, Cedric and some hufflepuffs, the slytherin trio and Cho, all decided to partake in this gathering.

And so, there you all were, sitting in a large, chaotic circle on the floor, playing a game of truth or dare that had long spiralled out of control.

The rules were simple: if you refused a dare or a truth, you had to take Veritaserum and spill your deepest, darkest secret in front of everyone. No one wanted to risk that.

So far, Harry had been dared to kiss the prettiest girl in the room, which led to him—rather sheepishly—kissing Ginny, earning a gag from Ron. But moments later, Ron found himself a stuttering mess when Hermione had been dared to sit on his lap for two rounds, her face burning red while he struggled to keep his cool.

Neville, poor thing, had been forced to recount an embarrassing moment where he tripped down an entire staircase in front of his crush, which turned out alright anyway because they went to Madam Pomfrey together and spent the whole day chatting.

And now, it was your turn.

Draco, who sat beside you, leaned in with a smug grin. “Alright Y/N, let’s make this interesting,” he drawled. “I dare you to French kiss the person sitting across from you.”

You turned your head, your stomach flipping.

And there sat George Weasley, grinning at you like he had already won.

The room erupted into cheers, and George wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “Well, Y/N, I won’t say no,” he teased, leaning back on his hands.

Your heart sank a little—not because George was a bad choice, but because you wished it was his twin instead.

Still, rules were rules.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up and took slow tentative steps across the large circle, kneeling in front of George. “Alright Georgie, just get it over with,” you muttered, cheeks burning.

George chuckled. “Hey! At least pretend to be excited.”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling lightly, before leaning in, pressing your lips to his. He kissed you back easily, bringing a hand to your neck, letting it linger a moment longer than necessary before you pulled away, flustered.

George gave you a grin then winked, and you smiled back. He was one of your closest friends, after all; teasing you came naturally to him.

"Okay that's done!" Flustered, you rose up and hurried back to your spot next to Draco.

"You guys are adorable." Cho, who was sitting on the other side of you, nudged you gently, and you laughed nervously.

Sure, George was handsome, humorous, and kind, but he wasn't Fred. To most people, they were pretty much the same person, two halves of a whole, but to you, it was different. There was something about Fred that you saw differently.

Speaking of Fred, you shot a quick glance in his direction, curious as to his whole reaction regarding the scene that just unfolded.

Fred hadn’t said a word.

He sat stiffly, arms crossed, his jaw tight as he glared at his twin. Something in his chest twisted when he saw George’s smug grin.

But it wasn't entirely George's fault. You see, no one knew of Fred's secret crush on you. Would you call it a crush? Man, feelings were a complicated mystery to Fred, he never bothered going down that lane, it was foreign to him. Best avoid all that sappy stuff, y'know.

Draco, however, was unimpressed. “That was pathetic,” he scoffed, leaning closer to you. “You call that a French kiss? It had to be longer.”

You folded your arms, tilting your head to the side. “You didn’t even say how long.”

Draco smirked. “Fine, then, two minutes. You can do it on me instead. Save you the hassle of walking over there again."

The room let out a collective “ooooh,” and your stomach churned.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Crabbe, Goyle and Dean chanted.

"Wha—I already did the dare!" You countered, raising your hands in defence.

"Hmm now that Draco mentioned it, it was a bit of a short kiss, barely a French kiss, more like a Portuguese kiss." Lee agreed, resting his hand on his chin.

"Portuguese kiss? That's not even a thing you git." Angelina chortled, throwing her head back.

Before you could react, Draco leaned in slightly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers barely grazed your cheek, but it was enough to make you shift uncomfortably. He patted your head, smiling like he was doing you some kind of favour.

You didn’t like it.

But Draco was your friend, and this was supposed to be fun, so you ignored it. You didn't want to ruin the mood for everyone so you forced yourself to tolerate it.

Fred, however, wasn’t ignoring it.

His hand was clenched into a tight fist in his lap, and his usually mischievous eyes were laced with something entirely different.

Draco leaned in again, wrapping one arm around you. “Come on, then,” he murmured, his smirk widening. “Or do you want the Veritaserum?”

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably. You didn’t want to kiss him. But you definitely didn’t want to take the serum, either.

Draco took your hesitation as an invitation. “Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’re scared.”

The crowd cheered again, urging you on.

Draco removed his arm then ruffled your hair slightly, "Don't be a wuss, I'll make it enjoyable for ya."

"Don't be scared Y/N, it's only a kiss!" Seamus encouraged, hoping to make you feel better, but it only made you feel worse.

Only a kiss? You wanted to save french kissing for someone special, not some ridiculous dare.

Draco leaned closer, nuzzling his nose into your neck. His hand brushed against your arm, he was so close that you could now smell his fresh scent. You leaned back instinctively, smiling awkwardly while brushing your arm.

Everyone was so caught up encouraging the two of you to kiss that no one paid attention to the speed at which Fred stood up from the floor and bolted to Draco, tackling him harshly.

A collective gasp echoed through the room as the two of them crashed onto the floor. Draco barely had time to react before Fred punched him, his face twisted in pure rage. The two of them were now in a brawl, wrestling each other on the ground. It was clear that no one was going easy on each other.

“Keep your hands off her,” Fred snapped, his voice low and furious.

Draco, stunned for only a second, sneered up at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

"Fred! Oi! Stop, it's just a game!" Lee's attempt at stopping Fred with his words was useless.

Fred wasn’t listening. His fists clenched, his breathing heavy as he pinned Draco down, gripping his shirt harshly.

Draco’s smirk returned. “Merlin, are you jealous Weasley?”

Fred loosened his grip, blinking slowly, "I..."

"Called it. Bet you wished it was you getting to french kiss Y/N then. Why don't you let me finish my dare with her so I can show you how it's done eh?" Draco remarked, all too obnoxiously for Fred's liking.

Fred's eyes grew darker, laced with furiousness.

He lunged again, and in a matter of seconds, they were full-on fighting.

Gasps and shouts filled the room as they tumbled, fists flying, knocking over a pile of books and scattering cards from an abandoned wizarding chess game. The flood thudded heavily, as they continued their wrestling.

“Fred! Draco! Stop!” Voices pleaded, but they were drowned out as Fred was blinded by rage. How dare Draco force himself onto you like that?!

No one listened.

You watched them in pure horror as they fought; you joined the others in yelling at them to stop, but none of them listened.

Hermione immediately went to comfort you, placing a comforting hand on your arm and sending you an apologetic look. Was this all because of you? You felt like shit for causing this, bloody hell, you should've just french kissed Draco.

“Merlin’s beard, Fred, stop!” George tried pulling his twin back, but Fred shook him off, shoving him away.

Cedric attempted to pull Draco off Fred, but Draco pushed him aside, scoffing, "Not now Diggory!"

Draco, despite being an arrogant prat, was also a decent fighter, and he managed to shove Fred back, wiping a bit of blood from his lip.

“What the hell?!” you finally yelled, eyes darting from Fred to Draco.

Fred froze.

His furious gaze met yours, his chest rising and falling heavily, as he wiped some blood off his lips.

He swallowed hard. Then, without a word, he turned and stormed out of the common room.

You hesitated only a second before running after him.

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You found him on the astronomy tower balcony, leaning against the railing, gripping it so tightly his knuckles were white.

The night air was cold, but Fred’s skin was burning.

You took a deep breath. “Fred—”

“Why don’t you go check on Draco?” he cut in sharply. “Or George. Your boyfriends.”

Your brows furrowed. “They’re not my boyfriends. You're being ridiculous now.”

Fred let out a short, humourless laugh. “Really? You were getting pretty cozy with George back there.”

You sighed. “It was a dare, Fred.”

“Oh, and Draco just happened to be all over you?” He turned to face you, and that’s when you saw it—his bruised lip, the cut on his cheekbone, the faint traces of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, I know we're friends but I can handle myself." You assumed he was being protective as a friend, so you attempted comforting him, but failed miserably at doing so.

"Yeah, friends." He pressed his lips together.

You took a step closer wanting to reach up, but Fred’s eyes flickered elsewhere. “Don’t.”

You froze.

“I don’t need you feeling bad for me,” he muttered, turning back to the railing. His grip tightened. “I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity, Fred,” you said softly.

Silence stretched between you. The wind howled through the tower, whipping his hair slightly, but Fred didn’t move.

Your gaze drifted to his hands. His knuckles were raw, bruised from the fight.

Without thinking, you reached out, gently prying one of his fists open. He held his breath, glancing down at you.

Your fingers traced the swelling on his knuckles, your touch featherlight. “We need to clean this up.”

Fred didn’t protest. He just stood there, his jaw clenched, watching you. He released his breath, silently agreeing.

Wordlessly, you pulled his hand in yours, leading him down the spiral staircase, away from the cold, away from the fight, away from everyone else.

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The fire crackled softly in the Gryffindor common room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The common room was empty—everyone was either asleep or still in the Ravenclaw tower, talking about what had happened.

Fred sat on the couch, his arms resting on his knees, his head tilted slightly downward. He hadn’t said much since you dragged him back.

You returned from the bathroom with a damp cloth and knelt in front of him.

“Hold still,” you murmured, gently dabbing at the dried blood on his lip.

Fred flinched at the contact but didn’t pull away. He just watched you, his hazel eyes unreadable, though there was a glimmer of something, awe, perhaps. His eyes studied yours, the way your eyebrows furrowed as you focused on cleaning his wounds. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, you were the epitome of beauty in his eyes, a darling angel.

You focused on cleaning him up, biting your lip. The silence between you was begging to be broken, heavy with something left unsaid. But you chose to ignore it, shifting your focus to getting Fred cleaned up. You see, it was the way you were always so caring towards everyone, so kind, always selflessly giving your time away to help those who needed it. That was part of the reason Fred had fallen for you in the first place, your kindness.

Fred exhaled sharply as you pressed on his wound.

"Sorry..." you mutter, but he gently removed your arm, and rested it on his knee.

“I don’t know how to stop this,” he said suddenly.

You paused, looking up at him. “Stop what?”

He let out a cheerless laugh. “This. You. Making me feel like a complete idiot.”

Your heart pace increased. “I—”

“Do you know what it’s like?” His voice was raw, unfiltered, a slight rasp as he spoke softly. “Watching you? Seeing every guy in that room touch you? Kiss you?” He shook his head. “I nearly lost my mind.”

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away.

“Never thought I'd admit it, but I’ve wanted you,” his voice low, almost trembling. “For so long, and I—” He broke off, exhaling harshly. “And then tonight, I had to sit there and watch it. Merlin, it drove me so bloody mad.”

Your hands were shaking. Was this it? The Fred you never thought would ever return your feelings, about to spew the words right out?

Fred’s eyes locked onto yours, something desperate behind this gaze.

“I hate that you don’t see it,” he muttered.

“See what?” you breathed.

His lips parted, and for a second, he hesitated.

“That I love you.”

Your breath caught, inhaling as you paused.

Fred let out a rough laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Godric, I love you. I don’t just like you, I love you. And it kills me because I know you don’t feel the same way so I just thought I'd keep it to myself but here we are."

Your heartbeat felt as though it was pounding loud enough to wake up the whole dorm.

“You idiot,” you whispered.

Fred blinked. “What?”

“You idiot,” you repeated, your voice shaking. Then, before he could react, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his with all the emotion you've held back, the words you've been dying to say to him.

It was nothing like the kiss with George.

This was everything.

Fred let out a soft, startled sound before his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, as if he had been waiting for this moment forever. His lips moved against yours, desperate, breathless. He kissed you like he had something to prove, like he needed you to know how much he meant it.

And you did.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, getting up from kneeling and he pulled you onto his lap, now straddling him in the common room, to which you were thankful that no one was around.

A soft moan escaped you, as he sucked on your lower lip, your hands tangled themselves in his fluffy hair, tugging lightly.

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, you whispered, “I love you too.”

Fred let out a quiet, shaky laugh, resting his forehead against yours. “You better.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, and he grinned.

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, kissing him again as if there was no tomorrow. He smiled into the kiss, desperately needing a round two with you, his Y/N.

Why do they always kill the baddies

God’s peace is like a river that never runs dry.

God will give you more than what you prayed for.

WHY VILIANS AREE ALWAYS SO HOT OMHSHHDGDHD