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theweasleysredhair · 4 years

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In Safe Hands [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 4339

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: George is just very attractive and his hands are even more attractive.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. including oral (female receiving). also a lot of mentions of hands, arms and veins bc i canny control myself apparently.

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A/n: i put two requests for my event together as i decided to write a full fic based on george’s hands purely because prompt 9, which both requesters selected, refers to hands - enjoy!!

Prompts used:

3. “I may or may not have left some... marks.”

9. “God I love your hands.” “Let’s put them to good use then.”

23. “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly.”

49. “Behave.”

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You’d always liked George - why wouldn’t you? He was funny, charming, handsome. You’d be stupid not to. It had started back in Hogwarts - you were friends with the twins; close friends. And that’s all you thought of them as, until one fateful day in your 7th year where you made the regrettable decision to meet the twins after one of their last games of Quidditch before Umbridge had banned them, and George had emerged from the Gryffindor tent freshly showered, shirt hanging over his shoulder, trousers low on his hips.

And that’s when you’d realised you liked George as much more than just friends.

You hadn’t known how to deal with him at first, how to act around him, once you’d realised how you felt. Because every time he laughed, every time he ran a hand through his hair, you felt yourself positively swooning, as cliché as it sounded.

It took a lot not to accidentally blurt out your feelings to him, not that you were helped by Fred, who noticed the slight differences in your behaviour - holding onto hugs from George a tad longer, the way you looked at him when he didn’t realise, how flustered you got when he’d rest a hand on your knee - and made it his mission to make your feelings as obvious as possible in front of his brother.

George must’ve been the most oblivious person however, as he never noticed the hints or the longing smiles. Or maybe that was because he was busy trying to stop Fred from making his own crush on you so obvious, trying to hide his own longing smiles, and the way his eyes lit up when he made you laugh.

The twins had left Hogwarts soon after you’d realised your feelings, in a fit of fireworks, and then suddenly you were dealing with Umbridge alone, with her detentions alone. Not that you blamed them for leaving at all - you knew they were out living their dream and all you could wish to do was support them. It didn’t make being at Hogwarts any easier though, dealing with all the Educational Decrees. However, you thought the space and distance would help you to get over George, and it did.

Until you saw him again in his shop. The twins had sent you a letter in the middle of your NEWTs asking you to come and work for them, an offer that you gladly accepted, however arriving at their store on your first day - after the initial overwhelming feeling of pride at seeing how well their store was doing, how successful they were - you knew you weren’t at all over him.

He stood there, a smirk etched on his face, suit fitted to him as he crossed his arms over his chest, standing on the stairs in the shop as he looked down at you, and your felt your heart racing, cursing yourself over still being so hung up on the man.

His eyes slowly took in your appearance - you’d worn a cute sundress, due to the warm weather, your hair falling loosely around your shoulders and George felt his own heartbeat quicken.

He’d fancied you since his 6th year, most likely before that, the realisation hitting him when he had seen you dancing with some prat from Ravenclaw at the Yule Ball, when you should have gone with him. After that, after seeing how utterly stunning you’d looked that day, with your ballgown and hair done, he knew he’d never be able to look at you the same.

And even now, after not seeing you for months, you didn’t fail to leave him speechless, so effortlessly beautiful in his eyes that he couldn’t help but look at you as though you’d hung all the stars in the sky.

“Long time no see, eh love?” He spoke, moving down the last couple of steps and towards you, “Still gorgeous as ever.”

You grinned at him, “Always the charmer, eh Weasley?”

He chuckled, opening his arms to wrap them around you to bring you into a warm hug, one you gladly accepted as you wrapped your own arms around his waist, taking a deep breath as the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, making you grin. He rested his chin on your head and closed his eyes, smiling as he felt you nuzzle into his chest.

Merlin, he thought being away from you had lessened his feelings for you but in that moment, with you in his arms, he was struck with the same realisation he’d had in his 6th year - that he was in love with you.

And, unbeknownst to him, as your grip around him tightened a little, the hug lasting a tad too long to be friendly, however neither of you mentioning anything about it, you’d come to the same realisation.

Which brought you to now.

Being around George again was amazing, you had to admit. And whilst you hated the way you kept fumbling with products, or how clumsy you’d get around him - something Fred still loved to tease you about - you also adored how he made you feel, how happy, how content - he made your life that much better, a light in an ever increasing darkening world.

You’d been working with the twins for a few months, and it was amazing, truly a better job than you could have predicted. What made the job difficult, however, was trying to keep cool when George walked around looking like he did, interacting with the guests, making the children laugh at his jokes.

Godric, could he get any more attractive?

He’d seemed to up the ante this week, almost on purpose you swore, constantly walking around in just his shirt and tie due to the summer heat, the lack of a jacket meaning you were faced with doing your job and working with customers whilst also trying not to stare at the way his shirt fit snugly around him, or how his forearms were showcased due to him rolling his sleeve to his elbows, veins appearing any time he tended his arms, whether that be due to moving things around the shop, demonstrating how certain products worked, or lifting and moving heavy equipment.

The latter of which currently occurring, as Fred had left George alone to deal with a delivery after the shop had shut.

You were stood at the Pygmy Puff display, moving cages around and making sure they were well looked after when you heard some grunts coming from the store room, as if someone had picked up something with a lot of weight. You then heard footsteps behind you, making you pause with the last - feisty - Pygmy Puff in your hand, the rest having been put into their cages.

You turned around, breath hitching in your throat as you took in the sight before you. Namely, George Weasley holding what appeared to be quite a heavy box, if his staggered breathing was anything to go by. He’d shed his jacket somewhere in the back, along with his waistcoat, leaving him in just his shirt, which was tightly fitted and, you noticed as he placed the box down on top of another cardboard box, stuck to him a little with sweat from the heavy lifting. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showcasing his forearms, and you found yourself gulping as your eyes wandered down the prominent veins, to his large hands, one of which was pulled through his messy ginger hair, pushing the strands out of his face.

And he had no idea.

He had no idea at all that suddenly you couldn’t focus, that suddenly all the breath had left your lungs, that suddenly all you could think about was how his hands would feel on you, holding your waist, gripping your hips, squeezing your thighs. How his fingers would feel inside of you.

George looked over at you and shot you a grin, one that made your heart race even more than it already was, “Bloody big delivery today, eh? ‘S what happens when I let Fred order the ingredients.”

You gave him an almost starstruck smile, which he accepted gladly, before reaching up and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling at his tie to loosen it, your jaw dropping almost comically as you secretly watched him.

He noticed halfway through his action that you’d gotten extremely silent, your mouth open ever so slightly and George wondered if it was because of him. Merlin he hoped so, because if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, well, he’d be happy to take you right there and then against the till counter.

He turned away to disappear back into the stockroom, biting his lip as indecent thoughts filled his mind, heading to grab the next couple of boxes.

Back on the shop floor, you took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes and cursing yourself. You should not be stood ogling your best friend, much less your best friend who was also your boss, no matter how attractive he happened to be. You should be going through the boxes to separate ingredients out, helping with the displays and doing your job.

But no, instead you were stood, still holding the Pygmy Puff that was now trying to escape your hands, imagining all the things you wanted that man to do to you. And what you wanted to do to him.

Merlin.

You popped the Pygmy Puff into the cage, and wandered over to the box that George had just brought in, trying to push the thoughts of how you could see the outline of his abs through his shirt away as you began pulling out different ingredients.

He came back around the corner, holding two boxes this time, the top one covering most of his face due to the size, allowing you to stare longingly at the way his fingers were wrapped around the edges of the boxes, gripping tightly. You bit your lip as he turned from you to place the boxes down, watching as the shirt moved closely against his back, accentuating his shoulder blades as he bent down and Merlin did you wish you could see his muscles without the shirt.

“Need any help?” You managed to stutter out, trying to act as if you hadn’t been staring at him. Still bending over as he sorted out the boxes, he paused his actions and looked up at you, shooting you a cheeky grin. “Don’t you worry at all, love, I’ve got it, I am extremely strong after all,” he winked, and Godric, didn’t you know it, “You just stand there looking your best, that’s all the motivation I need.”

And suddenly you’d forgotten how to speak, how to breathe. You just nodded, though he didn’t see as his attention was back on the box in front of him. You watched him sift through the products, fingers moving nimbly, occasionally bringing out the odd jar or packet, sometimes throwing it in the air and catching it before placing it to one side.

He brought out a smaller box of vials, which he held from the top, placing it in front of you and gripping it tighter to emphasise his hands when he saw your gaze lingering.

He smiled to himself, pushing his sleeves up - making you swallow harshly - as he pretended not to know you were watching him, all the while flexing just for your benefit.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes kept drifting over to him, couldn’t help that watching him be so efficient with flipping glass jars in the air and holding different ingredients made you that much more attracted to him. You couldn’t help your thoughts racing, thinking about asking him to use his hands on you and-

“Godric, I love your hands.”

Your eyes widened in shock as his head turned to you, your own hand covering your mouth as you realised what you’d just said, and you began stammering out, “I-I... I didn’t mean- I- George-“

George gave a pretend look of shock, as if he hadn’t purposely been working you up for the last however-long. “You like my hands?” He asked with a smirk, glancing down at them before his gaze fell back on you, taking in the sight of you being so flustered. You got lost in the way his eyes held yours, and you could do nothing but nod slowly, making George bite his lip and step forward.

His heart was racing at your confession, not quite believing it was happening but very much wanting to do something with that information, “If you like them so much, let’s put them to good use.”

“W-what?”

George looked you up and down, his tongue darting out to wetten his bottom lip, “You like my hands, and I wanna use them on you, darling. You going to let me?”

You took in the way he was looking at you - like all his dreams had come true, like you were the only thing he cared about, like he loved you. “Absolutely,” you breathed out.

And suddenly his hands were on your waist, bringing you closer to him as he brushed his lips against yours, savouring the first few moments of you being so close to him, before kissing you properly. His lips were soft, moving against yours in a way that, had you not have known any different, you may have thought he’d been kissing you for years. It felt familiar, yet with an added layer of something new. A kiss that made your skin feel like it was on fire, that, as he angled his head to deepen it, made your stomach flutter, and mind race.

It was so perfect, even with the occasional bump of your noses - so perfectly George - that you didn’t want it to end. He pulled away a little, pressing more kisses to your lips before he began moving down to your neck, pressing open mouthed, hot kisses to your skin, making you let out small, breathy moans, feeling him smile against you.

You ran your hands down his chest, playing gently with the buttons and pulling his tie completely off, and heading towards his belt as he licked the skin just below your ear.

Beginning to unbuckle his belt, you also “accidentally” brushed against the evident tent in his pants, and he pulled away from you to grin, “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly, love.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and bit your lip at him, making his heart beat a little faster, “Your fault for bringing that delivery in so attractively.”

You’d managed to unbuckle his belt and pulled him back in for a kiss, him mumbling against your lips, “Might get Fred to order stock more often then if this is what happens.”

He led you over to the stairs, stumbling a little up the bottom two steps before trapping you against the banister for a moment, holding you close to him as he continued to kiss you, his tongue easily gliding into your mouth.

Between kisses, and George pulling your shirt off, you made it to the apartment above the shop, heading down the hallway and bumping into the cabinet that was stood between the bathroom and Fred’s room, before arriving at his bedroom door, which he nudged open with his feet, bringing you inside.

He held you by the waist, fingertips tightening a little as he pulled away from the kiss for air, and to lift you up so he could throw you onto the bed, the impact making your breasts bounce and George breathed out a, “Fuck, c’mere.”

He crawled on top of you, your back arching into the mattress as your arms looped around his neck, playing with the tufts of ginger hair at the base of his neck as you brought him back in for another kiss. Your hands moved down to begin unbuttoning his shirt, something you’d been imagining all day, before throwing it to the other side of the room, George doing the same with your bra.

A few moments later, you’d both shed the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare against him, breasts pressed against his chest, his arms either side of your head, supporting his weight above you. You could feel his breath hitting your hitting your lips, his face centimetres from yours.

In stark contrast to the compromising position you were in, George looked down at you with love, a look that warmed your heart as you gave him a small, almost shy, smile.

“You know I- uh- I love you, right? I’m in love with you, darling.” He looked almost vulnerable as he said that, his eyes flickering across your face as his lips parted a little.

You lifted your head up so your forehead rested against his, hands clutching his shoulders, “I’m in love with you too, Georgie.”

“Me or my hands?” He joked, making you shake your head and laugh. You pretended to think for a moment before replying, “Maybe both.”

“Let’s see if I can make you come from just my hands then, shall we?” He grinned, making your heart race as his fingers danced down your stomach before pressing against your clit.

“So wet for me,” He commented, circling it slowly, smirking at the way you let out little breathy moans, before he entered a finger into you, taking advantage of the way your back arched in order to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it, gently nibbling as he pushed his finger in and out of you, before adding a second finger, stretching you out a little.

“George,” you breathed out as he moved to your other breast.

He continued moving his fingers against you, in you, and you felt the familiar feeling of pleasure building in your stomach.

After being so wound up from watching him, you knew it wouldn’t take much more to reach your high, and as he continued to kiss your breasts, you breathed out slowly, almost embarrassed at how quickly he’d managed to turn you into a pile of mush at his touch.

“I’m close,” you whimpered, as George moved from your breasts to your collarbone, his thumb adding a little more pressure to your clit as his fingers moved.

Picking up his pace ever-so-slightly, he brought you closer to your high. He felt you clench around his fingers and pressed a kiss to your jawline. “Come for me princess,” he whispered against your ear in a low tone, making you shiver.

George watched the way you closed your eyes, mouth open and head tilted back as your high washed over you, pleasure running through you, and felt himself harden at the sight.

His fingers continued moving against you, although at a slower pace, and your hips jolted towards him at the overstimulation, “‘S a good girl.” He leant forward, pressing his body against yours as he kissed you gently.

“Think you can come for me again, love?”

You were breathing heavily from your first orgasm, though with the way his fingers were moving against you, you knew you’d be reaching your second before you could properly catch your breath. You nodded at him before he began trailing back down your stomach and settled himself between your legs.

You shivered as he lightly pressed kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his hands squeezing your hips, before he licked into you, making you gasp out and clutch the bedsheets tightly. Letting out a moan as he pushed a finger back into you, you closed your eyes, head falling back against the headboard as you breathed out heavily from the way his tongue was moving against you.

You bucked your hips against him involuntarily, causing his free hand to push your hips back down and he looked up from between your legs, his eyes catching yours as he smirked against you, “Behave, darling.” You moaned as the vibrations of just those two words travelled through you, the hand not enclosed around his heading towards his messy hair and running through it, pulling at strands as you felt his tongue flatten against you.

Feeling your second orgasm creeping up on you, you wrapped your legs around his head and let out a moan as you felt George groan against you. Your second high felt more intense than the first, and the feel of George’s tongue pushing inside you made you moan out loudly, the feeling taking over you before you relaxed against him, legs falling onto his shoulders.

“You look so pretty when you come,” he grinned, moving back to hover over you. He pressed himself against you, rocking his hips against yours, arm muscles tensing as he held himself up over you.

You whined a little at the feel of him moving against your sensitive clit, making him smile.

“You ready for me, princess?”

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, the other reaching for his hand to intertwine your fingers together, “Always, Georgie.”

At your go-ahead, he pressed a kiss to your lips and eased himself into you, making you both moan out. “You feel so good wrapped around me, love,” he praised as he pulled out of you before pushing back in again, “Taking me so well.”

He moved against you, skin brushing against skin, his spare hand moving to touch any place he could, running his fingers down the curves of your body, before biting his lip as he pulled his hand from yours to grab your wrist, taking your other one from around his neck and holding them above your head, making you whimper as his arms flexed.

“Do you like what my hands can do to you, love? How I made you come from nothing but my fingers?” He groaned against you, feeling himself edging towards his own high.

“Yes... yes!” You breathed out, your eyes closing as you felt your high arriving fast, “George you feel so good.”

George groaned again, feeling you clenching around his cock in the same way you did around his fingers. He leant forward to kiss you, still holding your arms above your head and suddenly pleasure coursed through your body, and you sighed against his lips, him twitching and coming inside of you soon after with a deep growl.

He fell against your shoulder, pulling himself out of you before laying beside you, letting go of your wrists as you instinctively curled towards him.

George’s eyes wandered over to you, a smile small playing at his lips, taking in the way your hair was falling across his pillow, your eyes shut as you breathed heavily, eyelashes fanning across your cheeks, your hand resting on one of his biceps.

His gaze travelled across your neck and down to your collarbones, then across your breasts, a smug smile gracing his face. You opened your own eyes, catching his shit-eating grin and raised an eyebrow at him wearily, “What’s that look for?”

“I may or may not have left some... marks,” he replied cheekily, biting his lip, pupils blown wide as he took in the sight of you marked by him, pressed up next to him.

Your jaw dropped a little and you shook your head with a laugh, “Oh bloody hell, Georgie!” You stood up quickly and headed to the mirror across the room to check, fighting the urge to both laugh and smack him when you saw the red and purple marks littering your skin.

George sat back on the bed, eyes raking over your body, enjoying the sight of your bare bum and back, and found himself biting his lip and imagining all the things he wanted to do to you that night. His eyes lingered on the curve of your bum and he fought the urge to grab you again and pull you down onto him.

“I like them on you, they look hot,” George said with a grin, and you playfully glared at him in the mirror.

“You would think that.” Turning back around to him, you just missed the way his gaze flickered to the marks on your breasts and up to your neck, George feeling extremely proud of himself and his work.

“Yeah, it just shows people you’re mine I guess,” he shrugged unapologetically and gave you a smug grin, looking you up and down as you walked back over to him.

“Oh I’m yours, am I?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest and unintentionally accentuating your breasts to him, making him let out a groan as he reached for you.

“Of course you are.”

He pulled you back down onto him like he’d imagined before, your bare chest against his own, his large hands holding your waist as your nails gently scraped down his arms.

“Fancy a round two?” He asked, one of his hands already beginning to head back towards your clit.

Your eyes closed as you sighed contently as you felt his fingers press against you, enjoying the feel of him, “I could be convinced.”

As you were straddling him, you felt him harden more than he was against you, and you opened your eyes to meet his own, darkened with lust, his fingers still moving against you as his other hand gripped your hip.

“Oh princess, how about I make you come for a fourth time tonight? And then again. And then again. And again after that. Would that convince you?”

You bit your lip, pushing yourself against his hand and grinned at him, “I reckon it would. Or maybe I’ll just ride you instead.”

He picked up the pace of his fingers against you, and you let out a moan from above him as one of your own hands covered his on your hip, making him smile cheekily at you,

“Ride me then, darling, and then I’ll make sure you can’t walk in the morning.”

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Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter Eight

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly woman.

Warnings: fluff, underage drinking, pining, teeny bit of angst

Words: 2280

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: Things are heating up in this part, also I think this is gonna be quite a long fic so I hope that’s okay! Finally got to add my plot twist into this one, you’ll find out what it is in the next couple of chapters! I hope you enjoy this part and please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all very much! xxx

Chapter Eight

There was an excited murmur of conversation between the 6th and 7th year Slytherins, and Gryffindors, the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs had already been in this situation but they had been sworn to secrecy. The atmosphere in the Entrance Hall was tense as the students waited to hear the news that McGonagall and Slughorn were going to give them. Sirius thought that it couldn’t be any good news.

Sighing, he slouched effortlessly against the cold stone wall, his hands deep in his pockets, only looking up when he heard an impatient sigh. James scowled as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

“I wonder what Minnie and old Sluggy have to say, whatever it is, it had better be good. I can smell Snivelly’s greasy hair from here, it pongs,” he complained as he held his nose. Sirius smirked over at Snape, James’ rival while Remus rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Sirius felt soft fingers in his hair – it felt really nice – and he whipped around to see who dared to touch his precious hair. A grin spread across his face when he saw that it was Y/N, she looked perky as usual, though Sirius didn’t know why she was so happy so early on a Saturday morning when they ought to have still been in bed.

“Hey you,” he hugged her, flushing as she gave him a warm kiss on his cheek.

“Hi,” she giggled brightly and looked over his shoulder to where the two oaken doors were, “good morning Reg.”

Regulus started at her warm greeting and sent her a little nervous wave back. Sirius tensed as he scowled at Y/N when she caught Sirius’ eye again she gave him an innocent look, “what?” when Sirius quirked an eyebrow – he really thought that he didn’t have to say anything – she giggled and ruffled his hair as she did so, “Regulus is really nice and he’s a complete cutie too!” she exclaimed, turning back to talk to Lily.

Y/N thinking that his younger brother was a ‘complete cutie’ affected him more than he wanted it to. More than he’d ever admit. Finally, the students were ushered into the Great Hall and everyone gasped while Sirius looked around the Hall with mild interest, Y/N’s words still ringing clear in his head. The stone benches from the four long house tables were in the middle of the room and the house tables had been pushed up against the walls.

Sirius exchanged glances with Remus and the others before sitting down on one of the benches, his friends following suit, they sat opposite the Slytherins. Nobody said anything – not even Sirius – until Minnie and Slughorn stood in the middle of the room.

“You have all seen on your supply list that you are going to be required to buy dress robes this year, I presume?” McGonagall began, when everyone had murmured in agreement, she continued, “instead of merely having a Christmas feast this year, we have decided that we are going to be throwing a Yule Ball.”

There was a sudden outburst of excited talking, mostly from the girls, Lily and Y/N started making plans at once for where they were going to buy their dress robes from. Sirius, and by the looks of it, the rest of the boys didn’t feel too enthusiastic, it was the first time in their Hogwarts careers that a ball had been thrown.

“Silence everyone!” Slughorn boomed, loud enough to make the walls and floors tremble.

“Now, because this is the first Hogwarts ball in a very long time, representatives from the Ministry of Magic will be attending, including the Minister! I want you all to be on your best behaviour or such an opportunity will not be extended again,” McGonagall said sternly, her gaze lingering on James and Sirius who looked at each other and smirked.

“I need a volunteer,” McGonagall started and looked around, mostly everyone sunk back into their seats, a couple of people scratched the back of their necks nervously, “Miss Y/L/N, how about you?” McGonagall gave the pretty girl a wan smile, Y/N smiled at her and went to stand in the middle of the room, “now, we need a partner for Miss Y/L/N,” McGonagall said to herself.

Almost instantly, Sirius who had been previously slouching in his chair now sat up straight, his eyes fixed on good ol’ Minnie, he didn’t notice Y/N looking at him curiously. The young man felt very hopeful though he didn’t want to admit why to himself.

“How about you Sirius?” Slughorn said happily, Sirius grinned at him, feeling very grateful while Regulus glared at his Head of House as Sirius went to stand opposite Y/N. She beamed at him before averting her eyes shyly, “I believe you two are excellent dancers, if you would kindly show everyone how it’s done?” Slughorn asked as his eyes twinkled knowingly.

Sirius took Y/N’s hand, his rough hand creating friction with her soft one, his other hand went to her waist as hers went to his firm shoulders and they began to dance the length of the Hall. McGonagall conjured up an orchestra of instruments that started to play classical music.

Sirius noticed that Y/N was looking around at their fellow students nervously as they danced. He chuckled as their friends all gave them thumbs up from where they were sitting; Sirius tightened the hand on Y/N’s waist ever so slightly, making her look up at him, her beautiful eyes boring into his, soft and warm.

“Keep your eyes on me, don’t worry about anyone else,” he whispered wanting to make her feel more at ease, and he smiled, a genuine smile not knowing that it made him look even more handsome. Y/N nodded as her eyes scanned his eyes, her fingers coming up from his shoulder to play with the ends of his hair.

The pair of them hadn’t realised that the music had stopped playing until someone cleared their throat. The spell that had captivated them shattered as they moved away from each other with blushing cheeks and they quickly went back to their seats, though they shot each other a shy smile. Y/N had been a beautiful dancer.

A couple of days after the whole dancing thing – it still made Sirius blush whenever he thought about it – Sirius sauntered into the common room and looked at Lily who was perched on James’ knee, “Lils, is Y/N still out?” he asked in surprise, she had been called into Dumbledore’s office a few hours ago.

Lily looked at him as she bit her lip with a worried expression, “yeah, and we saw Dumbledore in the Great Hall before so she obviously isn’t in his office now. I’m worried about her and I don’t want her to miss the party tonight.”

Sirius was worried about her too, “I’ll go and look for her,” he assured Lily.

She smirked a him, her green eyes narrowing, “uh-huh,” Sirius scowled at her as he clambered out of the portrait hole.

He looked for his friend in all of the places that he could think of but she was nowhere to be seen. The house elves in the kitchens and Nearly-Headless Nick had no clue where she was. Finally, he decided to check in their secret spot at the boathouse and that was where he found her. She was in tears; Sirius had never seen her so upset before.

“Oh, darling, what’s the matter?” he asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his other hand wiping away her tears.

She caught his hand and linked her fingers through his, “I don’t want to talk about,” she sniffled and Sirius nodded understandingly.

He rubbed her back as they sat in silence with her head on his shoulder, watching the ripples on the lake and listening to the chirping of the birds, “so hey, Lily is throwing a party tonight, it’ll be good for you to,” he trailed off as he chewed his lip, wondering whether he would sound insensitive.

“To drown my sorrows,” she finished for him and let out a watery giggle, “I think that you’re right Sirius.”

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You smiled as you linked your arm through Sirius’, you were starting to feel much better about your predicament, though there was nothing you could do to change it, and you just had to accept it. Sirius had been so sweet with you today; it was so nice to see this side of him. He helped you up through the portrait hole and although you knew that Lily was throwing a party, the scene that was unfolding still caught you off guard.

“Y/N! Sirius, finally you’re both here!” Lily shouted with glee when you and Sirius entered the common room. She was very giggly and her green eyes were slightly glazed over.

There were other Gryffindors including James, Remus, Peter, Marlene and Dorcas who were all sitting in a circle with a glass bottle in the middle of it. You noticed that there were more girls than boys among the students.

“What’s going on?” you laughed as Sirius sent you a charming wink, his eyes darkened slightly, making him look even more gorgeous.

“We were bored so we’re playing a Muggle game called spin the bottle,” Lily replied, pulling both you and Sirius over to the circle.

“Okay! How do you play?” you asked excitedly as you sat down.

“It’s really easy! Just spin the bottle and whoever it lands on, you have to kiss them!” she giggled, her laugh high pitched and musical.

“Sounds like fun,” you smirked.

Sirius chuckled as he raised an eyebrow, “this doesn’t count as me losing the bet does it Y/N?”

“It doesn’t,” you agreed, it was just a silly game that horny teenagers played, it didn’t mean anything. You smiled as Lily handed you a large glass bottle of amber liquid that was labelled as Jack Daniel’s whiskey. Most of it was gone which you supposed explained Lily’s giggly mood.

You took a sip of it, it was kind of horrible but it slid down your throat smoothly and warmed your insides. Under the influence of Mr Jack Daniels’ you thought that the game was quite fun, so far you had kissed James, Peter and a couple of people that you didn’t know. Sirius had also kissed quite a lot of people, it created a jealous pang in your chest so you drank more in hope that the feeling would go away. It didn’t.

It was Lily’s turn again so she spun the bottle and it landed on you, it was safe to say that the boys loved the result due to their wolf whistling. God, you hated boys.

“This is the best night of my life,” James commented, swigging the whiskey from the bottle. His comment made Lily roll her eyes and she slapped her boyfriend’s arm playfully.

“Pucker up beautiful,” Lily said and pressed her lips against yours, when you cupped a cheek and kissed her back, the boys went wild. You laughed and pulled away with a smirk on your face, Sirius’ grey eyes were wide blown as he looked at you. James was a lucky man, Lily was a good kisser.

“My turn!” you excitedly grabbed the bottle and spun it, it stopped on Remus who gave you an adorable lopsided grin as he gave you a quick but sweet kiss, earning ‘aww’s’ from the surrounding people and you could have sworn that you heard Sirius grumble.

Laughing, Remus spun the bottle and it landed on Sirius who smirked, “c’mon Moony,” he puckered his lips playfully.

Remus sighed and groaned, “Merlin,” he muttered and kissed Sirius so quickly that you hardly saw it before he pulled away with a pained expression, wiping his mouth quickly. You giggled drunkenly as you shot Remus a sympathetic look.

Sirius chuckled, shaking his head as he spun the bottle vigorously, it took a while for the bottle to stop and when it did, it landed on you. You had butterflies in the pit of your stomach and your mouth went dry. You glanced up at Sirius who was smirking though there were patches of pink high upon his cheeks. He leaned in close enough that you could count the freckles on his nose and he had some blue in his eyes, his breath smelled like whiskey.

His lips were incredibly soft – you had expected them to be a little chapped – and the feeling of butterflies in your stomach increased as he moved his lips against yours. You ran your fingers through his raven locks before you tangled your fingers in his hair. He groaned against your lips as you tugged his hair and he bit your bottom lip gently before his tongue swirled over yours.

Someone clearing their throat made you both jump apart, you were slightly dazed and your lips felt swollen. Sirius shot you a sheepish smile while your friends smirked. You were breathless after such a passionate kiss and your lips were still tingling. He hadn’t shared such a passionate kiss with anyone else during the game.

Later on that night, when you and Lily were both in bed she whispered over to you, “when you kissed Sirius, what was it like? It looked pretty passionate from where we were sitting, you know that wasn’t a required rule of the game,” you could hear the smirk in her voice.

“It was just a kiss,” you chewed your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut as you decided to come clean to your best friend, “but it was the best kiss that I’ve ever had,” you sighed wistfully, smiling to yourself.

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venus-viz · 5 years

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Helpless

Sirius x Reader

Overview: FluffFluffFluffFluffFluffFluffFluffFluffFluff Sirius decides he wants to send you love letters while you guys are attending Hogwarts.

Word Count: 2,448

Warning(s): One curse word, that’s it. You’re safe here.

Note: The first two settings of this one shot take place during 5th year. You’ll know the setting of the third when you get there. Hope you enjoy reading. <3

Key:

(O/N) = Owl Name

Gif not mine

(No reposting, please!)

The hundreds of fluttering wings entering the Great Hall cut off everyone’s conversations as they excitedly waited for whatever mail they might be expecting.

(Y/N)’s parents were busy on business trips as they had described in their previous letter, so she stayed focused on the delicious pancakes in front of her. Sweet, fluffy pancakes-her mind seemed to have gone numb because Lily was practically shoving her to the point where she could fall off of her seat. “Oi, Earth to (Y/N)!”

Finally snapping out of her daydreaming state, she turned to the redhead that glared fondly in her direction. “Something’s arrived for you, you were too braindead to notice.” (Y/N) pouted in response but took the piece of parchment from Lily’s outstretched hand. Marlene attempted at peeking over her friend’s shoulder, trying to see the contents of the letter. Her actions didn’t go without (Y/N)’s notice, who blocked Mar’s view. A familiar fancy yet rushed handwriting filled the paper.

“Dear my darling dove,

I stole some parchment from Moony, I’ll have to be quick about this so I can send it before he murders me. I heard you talking to Evans about how you think getting sent love notes and letters is romantic, so I thought I’d start surprising you with some. I’m going to guess you smiled at that comment. Merlin, imagining it is making me want to see you already. Your smile is the only thing I continue living for, really. I got a little cheesy there, didn’t I? I’m not the best at writing but I want to make you feel like you’re loved, like you’re special. Being with you is one of the most wonderful things that’s happened to me, you’re truly the light of my life. Shit, I think I hear Moony. Going to have to cut this letter short, love. I promise the next ones will be worthy for a goddess like you.

Sincerely,

Your favorite Gryffindor”

There was a smile spread on (Y/N)’s face as she finished reading and looked over to a beautiful pair of grey eyes, the usual smirk on her boyfriend’s face. Sirius seemed to be satisfied with himself, winking over at her. Such a simple action but it sent butterflies coursing through her. The things that boy did to her. It will be one hell of a ride if he planned on sending more of those.

She then became suddenly aware of the giggle fits next to her as well as how dumb her loving expression must’ve looked to those around her. Marlene snickered. “I don’t think you need to tell us who it’s from anymore.”

- - -

Sirius had certainly lived up to the idea of sending love letters. He hadn’t missed a day so far. He’d sometimes even send more than one. However cheesy or cliché they were, she loved receiving them, nonetheless. She started to laugh softly to herself, remembering the rant he had went on during one of the letters about how he was certain Prongs secretly wanted him and not Lily.

The weather outside was perfect. The warm sun wasn’t too intense, and a gentle breeze made the grass fly in the wind. A great day to work on Potions homework.

(Y/N) sat herself under a tree that provided her with shade, the same tree she and Sirius would usually cuddle under until getting scolded for being out after curfew. Grinning at the thought, she opened up her Potions book, dipped her quill in some ink and got to work.

Meanwhile, Sirius looked down upon her from the Owlery, admiring who he perceived as the most beautiful girl to ever exist. Letting out a love-sickened sigh, he leaned his head on the palm of his hand. He had started to forget the purpose of his trip when (Y/N)’s owl began pecking him lightly, an annoyed expression on their face. “Gah, okay, okay, you can stop now! Mangy bird.” He grumbled, scribbling words onto the parchment he had brought with him. (O/N) looked none too happy at his words, making their point clear as they poked him slightly hard on the head. Sirius scowled playfully in return. “I hear you, just let this dry for a moment.” During his waiting time, he decided to look out at where his girlfriend was again.

Some time passed by and stretching her arms up, (Y/N) realized that the sun had begun to set and that she’d been sitting out there for quite a while now. She took a moment to take in the scenery around her before packing up her things. The way the water out on the Black Lake glistened under the descending light especially caught her attention. She stared at her gorgeous surroundings until her eyelids began to droop.

Startled awake, she realized her owl was nuzzling her arm affectionately in hopes of her noticing them. She smiled, petting them gently and then taking the parchment they were holding out to her. “Another letter from Sirius, no doubt.” She thought aloud. Unrolling the paper, she began reading.

“Good evening, angel,

I can see you from the Owlery. That makes me sound like a creep, but I can’t erase it. You look so pretty today. Well, you’re gorgeous every day. Breathtaking, honestly. You’ll probably have such a cute blush while reading this. Maybe I should make it a goal of mine to get you bright, Gryffindor red. You look so concentrated on that Potions essay that I forgot about, which you’ll scold me for later. I love you so much. You’re so dedicated and passionate in everything you do. You’re so diligent and curious to learn more. Godric, the things you do to me. Remus poked fun at me for becoming soft, he even asked how I was able to see with all the hearts in my eyes. But how can I not be this in love when I have you? The most wonderful, intelligent woman in all of Hogwarts and you’re somehow mine. I just want to sing my love out to the whole WORLD. I can already hear you calling me dramatic, but that’s my middle name, doll. No, it is not Orion. Or Onion as Evans misread it. Anyway, you’ll be heading to bed by the time you read this, so I won’t make this too long.

Take care,

Your lovestruck boyfriend”

Chuckling to herself, (Y/N) bit her bottom lip to try and stop her smile from going across her whole face. (O/N) nudged her teasingly, to which she rolled her eyes. “You have no right to comment, I saw you eyeing an owl last week when I went to visit you.” (O/N) turned suddenly shy and tried to hide their face while their owner started cracking up.

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Sirius nervously adjusted his black tie as he waited at the bottom of the stairway for (Y/N), thinking back on the past years they’ve experienced at Hogwarts. 7th year had finally come, and they’d all be graduating in a few days. They’d have to determine their future, but for now, they’d have a joyous time at their final school dance.

Speaking of, Lily and Marlene just walked down, which snapped Sirius out of his train of thought. Mar’ started making a trumpet impression before she began to speak. “Make way for our glorious and precious princess that I’ll continue to protect after school is over, (Y/N) (L/N)!” Lily covered her mouth to muffle her laughter as her dramatic friend did jazz hands.

Bashfully, (Y/N) stepped out from behind the wall she was using to not be seen and made eye contact with Sirius. His loving gaze admired her, and she couldn’t decide whether she felt more comfortable due to his presence or if she wanted to cover her face in fear that everyone would see her crimson cheeks. He then made it even harder to choose when he pulled out that charming smile on her, the one that just made her heart leap out of her chest.

“You look stunning, love.” He mused as she carefully walked down and over to him. The blush on her face intensified. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Sirius.”

Letting out a low chuckle that sent shivers down her spine, he held out an arm to her. “May I escort the beautiful princess to her ball?” (Y/N) accidentally let out a giggle at his extravagant act, mentally scolding herself for becoming a young teen for a moment. “Of course.” She responded as she wrapped her own arm under and around his. They stepped into the giant room that had been prepared for the students’ final, special night.

Everyone involved in the decoration certainly went all-out. A beautiful yet blinding chandelier hung from the ceiling, highlighting the dance floor. There were rows of tables with white cloth covering them stood off to the side. They had been filled with over a dozen entrée options to suit everyone’s tastes. The ribbons and balloons were gorgeous shades of blue and white. James had suspected they might’ve used the same decorations from the winter festivities, but everyone paid him no mind.

However, despite the effort that had been put in towards the way this ball looked, Sirius couldn’t help but stare at (Y/N) the whole time. The way her outfit of choice fit her just right and how the moonlight along with the chandelier brought out her eyes. She was like a magnet, pulling Sirius ever closer to the brink of madness. He often jokingly wondered whether she was part Veela in disguise.

“You going to stare holes through me all night or are you going to ask me to dance?” (Y/N) grinned at him.

Laughing softly, he took her hand in his and placed a gentle kiss upon it. “Right, how rude of me. Would you care for a dance, my love?” Giddily, she nodded.

Truth be told, Sirius had been forced by his mother to learn how to waltz, even if he didn’t have an interest in finding out how to do it. When he and (Y/N) got closer, she had made the off-hand comment that she didn’t know how to do the elegant dance, so he then became her tutor. He couldn’t help but thank the stars for having given him such a great opportunity to use the otherwise unneeded skill.

Now, here they were, gliding across the practically glittering floor. Some people watched in awe, but to them, they were the only two people that existed in this moment. The only people to have ever lived. The only people that mattered.

As they looked into each other’s eyes, they shared a mutual thought: they would never leave the other’s side.

After a while of quiet dancing, (Y/N) decided to speak up and break the silence. “It’s so weird to believe that…we’re going to be leaving this place, you know? Hogwarts has just always been a second home to me - to all of us.” Sirius nodded in agreement and hummed to himself before responding, “It’s really a strange concept, isn’t it?” He twirled her in between thoughts. “I mean, we came here when we were eleven. Merlin, my hair was so bad-”

Laughing, (Y/N) subconsciously twirled a piece of his hair between her fingers. “I don’t know, I think you looked quite cute.” Her laughter only continued when Sirius reacted with a disgusted look. “I’m sure my younger self appreciates the compliment but please don’t sneak into my bedroom at night and give me a haircut.” This only caused them to share a laugh together.

Smiling, (Y/N) decided to ask him something, “Hey, since our school lives are over, does this mean it’s the end of your endless letters?”

At this, Sirius suddenly looked a little nervous, which was rare. She tilted her head curiously at his behavior. “Sirius? Is something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing is wrong. I’m just…thinking of the right words to say, I guess.” He chuckled to himself, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. “About those…I actually have one last letter I’d like you to read.” He started to reach for something in the pocket of his blazer and took up a folded sheet of parchment. (Y/N) made a motion to take it but he held it up too high for her to take. “Ah, ah, ah. I want you to read it in a more secluded area. You know, where people aren’t constantly twirling around us.” She laughed softly and they walked nearer to a window away from the dancing.

Sirius now handed over the paper, letting her gently unfold it. While her eyes went over all the words, he started fumbling with something else that was in his pocket.

“My love,

I write this to you in hopes that you’ll see how much I simply adore you. It’s the end of our last year here. There are so many fond memories tied to this place, many of which involve you. I could never imagine a life where I didn’t meet you. You’re so perfect and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I have flaws and I definitely don’t deserve you, but if you’ll have me, I want to be with you forever. I want to hold you close every moment I can and feel your soft hair in my hands. I want to protect you with my whole being and know you’re safe by my side. You’re my everything, (Y/N).

Will you marry me?”

Her eyes went wide as she reread that last line in her head. She turned to see Sirius but found she had to look down. He had gotten down on one knee, holding the box open, his eyes full of love for the woman in front of him but also tinted with a bit of worry. The biggest grin filled (Y/N)’s face as she nodded vigorously and lowered herself to the floor to hug him. “Yes, yes, of course I will you big dufus!” Sirius looked taken aback by the sudden gesture, almost falling back, but he smiled softly and hugged her back.

After holding each other for almost a minute, they stood up and Sirius slid the ring onto her finger. Making sure it was on perfectly, he moved her hand close and kissed it. (Y/N) admired the symbol of her new life. Not because of its beauty, although Sirius did make sure to pick out the best he could find, but because of what it meant for their future. Their future that they’d live out together.

“…so, I hope you’re ready for a new stream of letters dedicated to my lovely wife-”

“Oh Merlin, Sirius!-”

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Art F City: This Week’s Must-See Art Events:

Michael Williams’ digital paintings open at Gladstone Thursday night.

There’s plenty of good stuff to do this week, starting with a Felix Gonzalez-Torres book launch reception at the Whitney Monday night. Carla Gannis has a book launch of her own Tuesday night at the Pratt library, including augmented-reality elements. The rest of the week is dominated by painting and digital art—exemplified by Michael William’s solo show of digitally-produced paintings at Gladstone and Jason Lahr’s digitally-informed paintings at the Painting Center, both of which open Thursday night. For digital purists, check out Low Res: Spatial Politics in the Cloud at NARS Foundation’s Sunset Park digs Friday night. For painting purists, catch Rebecca Leveille’s brushy portraits at Site:Brooklyn. Fans of both media will be relieved to note they’re but a few subway stops away. End the week with FIN’s ICE PIX album release party on Sunday in Bushwick, which features performances from rising stars such as FlucT and Raul de Nieves. Your Monday hangover will be so worth it.

Mon

Whitney Museum of American Art

99 Gansevort Street New York, NY 7:00 p.m. - 8:30 p.m. Website

Felix Gonzalez-Torres: Specific Objects Without Specific Form Book Launch

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how prescient FGT’s work feels to our current political discourse. Maybe that’s because it’s always been about change? Curator Elena Filipovic will be discussing her own groundbreaking work on the late artist’s posthumous exhibitions, which each adapted to new contexts and the work of other artists and curators. The book features loads of installation shots, and is likely beautiful.

Tue

Pratt Institute Library |

200 Willoughby Avenue Brooklyn, NY 5:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m. Website

Carla Gannis: Selfie Drawings Artist Book Project

Carla Gannis’s new publication represents a year’s worth of digital selfies. Each has been enhanced with an augmented reality experience, so come prepared with Blippar on your phone. Hovering over one or another illustration, the viewer will be treated to a multimedia surprise…my curiosity is piqued.

Swiss Institute

102 Franklin Street New York, NY 6:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m. Website

Christina Forrer: Grappling Hold

Zurich-born artist Christina Forrer’s politically-charged tapestries are chock full of references to 20th Century European textile art history, and the artists and craftspeople who responded to fascism. The chaotic, sometimes violent, acid-hued works also bring to mind punk illustrations. They’re weird and wonderful.

Wed

International Center for Photography

250 Bowery New York, NY 6:30 p.m. - 8:00 p.m. Website

Nationalism, Networks, Borders: Refugees in Visual Culture and Social Media

One of the most urgent and timely sections of the ICP’s epic exhibition Perpetual Revolution: The Image and Social Change is The Flood: Refugees and Representation, which looks at how social media and the ease of sharing images affects the global conversation about the European refugee crises. Curator Joanna Lehan will discuss the tricky topic with Carne Ross (founder and executive director of the Independent Diplomat), and featured artist Tomas van Houtryve.

Thu

Gladstone Gallery

515 West 24th Street New York, NY 6:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m.Website

Michael Williams

Michael Williams is one of the few artists who has managed to make digital paintings that one can appreciate like paintings. Somewhat ironically, they feel more like good David Hockney paintings than Hockney’s own forays into digital art. They have a lovely balance of impulsivity and a sense of design—a quality that’s hard to achieve with physical paint, but oddly elusive in digital processes as well. This is William’s first East Coast show with Gladstone, and here the prints will be bigger than ever. I’ve never seen these works in person, so it should be interesting to see how they translate to a larger, physical scale.

The Painting Center

547 West 27th Street New York, NY 6:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m. Website

Jason Lahr: Electric Funeral

Jason Lahr’s technicolor paintings feel a bit like guilty pleasures. That might be because their content is sourced from some of pop culture’s most base vices—video games, action films, and just a bit of the internet’s endless churn of pulp critical theory. His graphic, shaped canvasses are inspired by the intersection of class and toxic masculinity. A timely topic indeed.

New Museum

235 Bowery New York, NY 7:00 p.m. Website

Raymond Pettibon in Conversation with Massimiliano Gioni

Why this is a “Must-See” needs little explanation.

The legend himself, Raymond Pettibon will join Massimiliano Gioni, Artistic Director of the New Museum, to discuss Pettibon’s epic retrospective “A Pen of All Work.”

The event is $10 for members, or $15 for the general public. I’d highly recommend booking your tickets now!

Fri

EFA Project Space

323 West 39th Street New York, NY 6:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m.Website

Sick Time, Sleepy Time, Crip Time: Against Capitalism’s Temporal Bullying

“Exhausted” has become on the most common responses to “how are you?”, especially since the election. There’s been a lot (but probably not enough) discussion about the effect of recent stress on productivity and mental health. But beyond the news cycle, that perpetual state of fatigue probably lies in the failures of our societal structures.

Curator Taraneh Fazeli posits that “rest” is an act of resistance to late capitalism. What’s one sick day when you’re sick of it all? The event description claims “we are all united by the fact that we will experience fluctuating states of debility throughout the course of our lives. Furthermore, so many of us are exhausted from living and working in a capitalist system while insufficient infrastructures for care have further deteriorated. ”

The artists here, including AFC fav Sondra Perry, comment on this shortcoming, or propose alternate models for recuperation. These include satellite programs in Texas, where the social net is even more frayed than in neoliberal states. This looks to be one of the week’s most promising shows for discourse-sparking.

Artists: Fia Backström, Jesse Cohen and Carolyn Lazard with Canaries, Danilo Correale, Jen Liu, Zavé Martohardjono, Sondra Perry, Carrie Schneider, Cassie Thornton, and Constantina Zavitsanos

NARS Foundation

201 46th Street Brooklyn, NY 6:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m. Website

Low Res: Spatial Politics in the Cloud

Curators Nicole Siegenthaler and Alvaro Luis Lima (winners of the 2016 NARS Emerging Curator Program Open Call) have turned their attention to the spatial politics of the web. Namely, what do artist-made online spaces look like in the age of corporate sanitization and intersectional identity politics?

The show includes work from Dan Halter, Faith Holland, Devin Kenny, Paula Nacif, Tabita Rezaire and Nicolas Sasson. We’re expecting a little conceptual overlap with our own online exhibition Geographically Indeterminate Fantasies: The Animated GIF as Place. Here, though, Siegenthaler and Lima are focusing on works with a nostalgia for web 2.0 aesthetics.

Site:Brooklyn

165 7th Street Brooklyn, NY 6:00 p.m. - 9:00 p.m. Website

Rebecca Leveille: Crush

Rebecca Leveille’s handling of paint is gorgeous. In this series, she applies those skills to the topic of a “crush”. According to the show’s description, that can manifest as both attraction and a feeling of being overwhelmed.

Sat

Equity Gallery

245 Broome Street New York, NY 2:00 p.m. - 3:00 p.m. Website

Artist Workshop: Writing and Editing Artist Statements 101

I write this recommendation in the middle of a day spent scanning untold events listings: every artist (and curator, gallerist, etc…) should attend this writing and editing workshop. Mastering the ability to write about art in a clear and accessible manner is just as important as the ideas themselves. It’s impossible to get people to come to an exhibition without this skill.

The event is free, and led by Shama Rahman, Senior Marketing Coordinator at the Whitney. Professional advice doesn’t get much more “pro” than that.

RSVP: [email protected]

Gitler & _____

3629 Broadway New York, NY 5:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m.Website

Susan Carr: Headspace

Susan Carr’s clunky impasto paintings undeniably charm viewers. They give an impression of speed that’s counterintuitive to their obviously built-up surfaces, and that tension satisfies. Here, it looks like this new body of work incorporates more 3-D sculptural forms inserted in the paint. One gets the impression these should definitely be seen IRL. They’re worth a trip far uptown.

Sun

929 Broadway Brooklyn, NY 8:00 p.m. Website

ICE PIX USA

One of our favorite things about all of our weirdo friends is the breadth of stuff they do. At this event, for example, we’re looking forward to listening to music by visual artists and watching performance art by musicians. We assume there will be more stretching of the disciplines over the evening.

This event is the release party for artist FIN’s new album ICE PIX, and undoubtedly the most fun thing happening Sunday night.

Artists: Diamond Stingily with Adele Thibodeaux, Negashi Armada, Eartheater (Alexandra Drewchin), Sable Elyse Smith, Rebecca Fin Simonetti, FlucT (Monica Mirabile and Sigrid Lauren), HARIBO (Raul de Nieves, Jessie Stead, Nathan Whipple)

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theweasleysredhair · 4 years

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I Wish It Was Me [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 2179

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: She loves Fred, he loves someone else... right?

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

A/n: Very angsty, very fluffy. Based on the song “Heather” by Conan Gray! Requested - enjoy, nonnie!

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

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You’d loved Fred a long time. Ever since that first passing greeting on the Hogwarts Express at the tender age of 11 before you even knew what love really was. He was full of life, energetic, funny, reckless. He was like a firework, bright and cheerful, always up for a laugh and causing mischief. Rough around the edges, sure, and sometimes a tad insensitive but somehow it made you love him more.

He had no idea - at least, you didn’t think he did. There were times, fleeting moments, where you were convinced maybe he did, and maybe he felt the same way, but then he’d flirt with some Hufflepuff 6th year or Ravenclaw 5th year and reality would hit you. He was one of your best friends.

You tried your best to push your feelings down, to try and get over him, but every time you thought you’d gotten a handle on yourself, he’d shoot a smirk your way or run a hand through his messy ginger hair or throw an arm around your shoulder or, worse, just throw a flirty, cocky remark at you and suddenly you’d be back to square one.

You suppose you couldn’t blame anyone else for falling for him. It was so easy for you after all, as easy as breathing. You didn’t have to think about it, it just happened and one day you realised his smile could put you into a good mood, his laugh could make your whole week.

Didn’t mean it was easy watching someone else fall for him though. You noticed right away when she started having feelings for him. She’d stutter, suddenly sit up straighter when he was around, smile more. At first it didn’t bother you - Fred always sat beside you, always involved you in conversations. Sometimes you’d notice him staring at you. He’d even give you his sweater to wear - it was warm and soft and smelled like him. “Looks better on you than me,” he would say, grinning at the way the sleeves would end long past the tips of your fingers and the bottom of the sweater would reach your mid-thigh.

Then suddenly it stopped. He stopped sitting beside you, stopped talking to you as much, stopped staring and stopped giving you his sweaters. Because suddenly, he fell for her. He had asked her to the Yule Ball, when you (and George, for that matter) were sure he was going to ask you (George asked you to go as friends instead and you had to ignore the sight of Fred and Angelina dancing all night). And it was her he was sitting beside, her he was speaking to, her he was staring at and her who was wearing his sweaters. That first time you saw her sat in his knitted jumper - the one with the large ‘F’ on the front - you swore you felt all the air leave your lungs.

It hurt.

It hurt like nothing you’d experienced before. You’d say hello to him in the hallways and receive nothing but a friendly nod before his attention was back on her. You’d try to speak to him at meals, but his focus was on her. You’d sit beside him, but go unnoticed.

You couldn’t blame him. Angelina Johnson was beautiful. She was gorgeous, smart, funny, effortlessly cool. Everything you wished you were but afraid you’d never be.

Everything you tried to be.

But you were tired of trying. Or trying to be okay. Of trying to even be his friend at this point - it hurt too much to watch them together. The way his eyes lit up as he looked at her, the way he smiled at her. You’d witnessed them kissing too many times than you wanted to admit, your heart aching as you wished it was you.

It felt like he was disappearing from you. And you knew George felt the same. Whilst they still spent time together, it was nowhere near as often as before, and you knew it was getting to George.

The more time Fred spent with Angelina, the more you spent with George. Something you were often reminded of was how smart the twins truly were and it took less than a week for George to realise you had feelings for his brother.

You denied them when he asked, but then he just looked so much like his brother yet was so different - that much kinder, that much more sensitive - that you couldn’t help but spill your secret. That you’d loved Fred for 6 years. Telling George made you feel simultaneously better and worse. Better because now you had someone to confide in and to help you through it but worse because admitting your feelings made them so much more real. And that was scary.

You saw Fred less and less, partly due to his new relationship but mostly due to your decision to avoid him. George had tried to discourage you, but he saw how much it was hurting you to see Fred and Angelina and began helping you avoid him instead where possible.

You didn’t think Fred would notice. You noticed his absence greatly of course, but you didn’t think he would be focused on your absence. That was, until one day you were leaving your potions class and you suddenly found yourself pressed between a wall and someone’s chest.

Your heart was beating as you looked up at the culprit, staring into the deep eyes of Fred Weasley.

“Why’ve you been avoiding me, love?”

His voice was low and he was staring down at you with such intensity that you had to look away.

“I’ve not-“

“Don’t lie to me,” he interrupted you, “You’re worrying me - why have you been avoiding me?”

His warm breath was hitting your face and you couldn’t help but shiver, though you weren’t entirely sure if it was because of the cold from being in the dungeons or the proximity between you and the boy you loved.

As if he’d just realised how close he was to you - his chest was pressed against yours and his hands resting either side of your head - he stepped back a bit, pushing his ginger hair out of his face as he looked at you expectedly, although a hand was resting on your shoulder as if he half anticipated you running away.

Which now you thought about it, wasn’t such a bad idea.

“I um... I’ve been avoiding a lot of people, not just you. I’m just going through something and-“

“You’re not avoiding George,” he said softly as his hand dropped from your shoulder. A flash of hurt crossed his features but he covered it up quickly.

“He’s been helping me.”

“Why couldn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you come to me? Why George?” His hurt tone made you wince - the last thing you ever wanted to do was cause him any pain.

“You’ve been kinda busy with... with Angelina recently I- I didn’t want to bother you,” you pressed your lips into a straight line and looked down - suddenly your shoes were very interesting.

“You could’ve still come to me. I would’ve made time for you. We’re friends - best friends last time I checked. I thought you trusted both me and George. Not just- not just George.”

“I couldn’t... I can’t tell you,” you said helplessly.

“Why?”

“I just can’t!”

“Don’t you trust me?” He whispered, that same hurt look flashing through his eyes.

“I do trust you Fred I just can’t... I didn’t think it was a good idea to come to you with this certain problem I have. You wouldn’t be able to help because even I can’t help it,” you tried to explain.

He looked like he was still fighting the hurt he felt and you sighed. “I’m bloody in love with you and you love Angelina,” you said quietly, “And I thought I could handle it but I can’t. I can’t because it hurts too much. I love you, Fred. And it’s crazy because I’m so young but I know how I feel and that’s it. And-and I know you have Angelina. And that’s fine, it is, but I couldn’t be around you for a while. I didn’t think you’d notice, I didn’t think- I never thought- I-“

“You love me?” He asked, his eyes slightly wider than usual.

“Yes.”

He was silent for a while and you could feel your heart beating faster and faster.

“Fred?” You whispered, “Please... say something.”

“I’m with Angelina. You know that. I like her,” He scratched the back of his neck and stayed silent for a moment and you swallowed, nodding.

Your lips trembled and you fought to keep a tear from falling, “I know... I know. And I could never be her and I wouldn’t want to get in between you both so... that’s why I’ve been avoiding you.”

“I’m happy. I am happy,” he said determinedly, “I’m taken, I can’t-“

“I know Freddie,” you said softly, “I’m sorry. I never meant to tell you, I was trying to get over you. I just... I-I’m gonna go.”

Fred watched helplessly as your figure retreated down the hallway and disappeared around a corner.

“I loved you, Y/n,” he finally admitted to the empty space where you once stood. He shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked the floor, sighing before shaking his head, “I love you.”

***

“Y/n, have you seen Freddie?” George asked as he ran to fall in line with you walking back to your common room.

“Haven’t in a few days, since...” your voice trailed off and George nodded. “I’m assuming you’ve heard him and Angelina broke up?”

You came to an abrupt stop and your head whipped over to look up at the tall younger twin, “What?!”

He shot you a cheeky grin, “Freddie broke up with her- look!” He nodded down the hall at where Angelina was stood extremely closely in front of a 7th year Ravenclaw, whose hand was on her waist, her giggling up at him.

Your jaw dropped, “But-“

“You know, if I were you, I’d go find my less attractive brother. I reckon he might have something to say to you,” George winked dramatically, “He’s on the Quidditch pitch.”

You frowned in confusion, “What? But I thought you were just looking... for him?”

George shrugged, “Maybe I made up a reason to talk about Freddie... and to show you Angelina’s new boy.”

“You cheeky-“

“Go get him,” George cut you off with a gentle nudge towards the direction of the pitch.

With a nod, you made your way outside, before realising rain was falling fast and drenching you to the bone. You pulled your cloak further around you, pushing wet strands of hair out of your face as you rushed over the grass, your eyes falling on a familiar figure.

“Fred, what are you doing?” You called out.

As you headed closer, you saw him look up at you and grin, “What do you think I’m doing, love? Quidditch practice!”

“It’s chucking it down out here!” You exclaimed. He leant on his broom as he watched you walk over to him.

“I heard you broke up with Angelina. Or, well, Georgie told me and I saw her with, you know.”

He nodded, his rain-soaked hair sticking to his cheeks as you came to a stop in front of him.

“Did he tell you why I broke up with her?”

You shook your head.

“Because of this,” and suddenly he’d crashed his lips to yours.

It was a desperate kiss, one that made your toes curl as he dropped his broom to the ground to grip your hips. It was mostly a clashing of teeth to begin with and you hit his nose with your own a couple of times before you both began moving in sync, ignoring how the rain was falling down around you.

He pulled away slightly, staring down at you the way you always dreamed he would - but the reality was better.

He rested his forehead against your own, both of you shivering from the cold yet in no hurry to get back inside. The corner of his lips turnee upwards into a smirk, “It’s you, darling. You’re it for me. Fuck- I love you. I have for years. You never seemed like you felt the same so I assumed you didn’t feel the same. You never said anything so I tried to get over you but... I couldn’t be with Angelina any more when I found out you were an option - the best option. The only option I want.”

As he leant down to kiss you again, standing with you in his arms, your clothes soaked through and your shoes filling with water, you couldn’t help the smile that began to creep onto your face. You’d thought about this moment over and over again, and now... now it was finally happening.

And it was better than you could have ever imagined.

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