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ad1thi · 4 years

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@starklysteve me?? spamming you w recs because i love talking about my ships?? more likely than you think :)) (here’s some rhodeytony to get you started on what is objectively the best tony ship)

i place your hands around my neck: @fanfictiongreenirises

"Rhodey could practically feel his lungs getting heavier again, weighed down by roots of plants that he’d thought would never take hold in him again."

Or: the one where Rhodey's been pining over Tony for much longer than either of them realised and develops the Hanahaki disease

Pretend We’re In Love (The Heartache Still Hurts): @marvelingjules

Rhodey's dad is dying, and what he's always wanted is for Rhodey to be happily married. Tony and Rhodey were best friends, and haven't spoken in years. But after a chance meeting at the airport, and a desperate, insane idea on Rhodey's part, they end up pretending to be engaged.

But how much of it is really pretend?

i can’t seem to get a grip, no matter how i live with it: @psikeval

Tony knows he's got no business being a father.

A Million Shades of Blue: @notfknapplicable

“I just know that if I could get to wherever he is, I could find him. Dead or alive, I'd bring him back to us.”

James Rhodes will never stop searching for Tony Stark.

Twenty Five Years: @notfknapplicable (part of a series)

Nobody knows how long this has actually been going on. (Tony Stark has pretty much been in a monogamous relationship since he was 18 years old.)

Leave The Light On: @notfknapplicable (part of a series)

He was never doing this for fun. He'd just wanted to stay awake. And whatever you do, please don't tell that guy he's been fucking. He kinda likes him.

coloured in sun: @heleus

The one in which Anthony Edward Stark, having just reached the warm age of seventeen, realizes that he's in love with his best friend.

(The idea is terrifying.)

the planets that bend us: @deathsweetqueen

When Antonia Margaret Stark wakes up on her sixth birthday, it’s to the words: I didn’t get any sleep last night after that fucking lawn mower decided that 7 in the morning would be a perfect time for him to start his day, right outside my room.

She runs a thumb over the long string of words, wrapping around her wrist like a thick leather band.

She smiles.

She’s fourteen when she meets James Rupert Rhodes for the first time.

Written for the "more than a partner" square (S3) for the Tony Stark Bingo 2019 and the "soulmate" square for the Iron Husbands Bingo 2019

we rattle together in a bed of honey: @deathsweetqueen

Toni first met James Rhodes in Cellular Neurophysiology and Computing, when she was fourteen and trying very hard to stay in the shadows. She stumbles into the classroom, clutching her books and binders and pencil case close to her chest, as she stares at everything, wide-eyed and hungry and terrified. She seizes on the contempt, the confusion, the incredulity of the other freshman who look at her like she’s an incongruity – she’s used to that look, all that hate and derision.

She eats it up like chocolate cake.

Much to her luck, all the seats are filled, all except for one towards the middle of the row, a table shared only by a tall, handsome black boy, sleeping on top of the counter.

a winding road that stretches to the truth: @/coulddaughter (this author ostensibly has a tumblr but im unable to locate it -- so if anyone knows what their tumblr is please let me know so i can tag them!)

“Why do you need a date? Also, no offence, but why did you come to me? I stole, like, four of your girlfriends and at least two boyfriends, remember.”

“I do remember that, Tony,” said Jim, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, I need you to come on a date with me.”

Love in the Eyes: @child-of-sunshine

The moment each of the Avengers realized Tony and Rhodey were in love.

The Curious Case Of The Discarded Condom: @/AssvengersArsemble

Natasha, Clint and Steve get just a little nosy about Tony's love life. Tony finds it extremely amusing they can't see what's right under their noses.

takes a lot of love and compliance: @gyzym

She's born breech, feet kicking out before the rest of her screams free; she's born breech, and never stops running. (Rule 63!Tony)

Targeted Persuasion: @galwednesday

Jim opened Tony's most formal closet and started pulling out tuxedos. "Put one of these on.”

"Why?"

"We're getting married."

Tony froze. "No, we're not."

"Oh yes we are." Jim tossed three tuxedos onto the bed. Three was a good number of options, enough for Tony to make a choice, but not so many that he'd get lost analyzing the ramifications of navy pinstripes vs. charcoal paisley. Tony did best with clear, specific expectations rather than an unlimited universe of possibilities that he would inevitably filter through his neuroses and obsess over, and Jim was really kicking himself for not considering that, oh, ten years ago when they’d first started this, but there was no point in beating himself up about it now when he could put that energy towards solving the problem instead. "You brought this on yourself, Tones. Pick a damn tux."

Five thousand roses: @/forestgreen

She is broken and all the more dangerous for it. The world should tread carefully around the shards of her former self lest they cut themselves on Antonia Stark's sharp edges.

A Guide to Handling the Unhandleable Tony Stark: @/nightrider101 (this is ab a/b/o verse)

Written for the following prompt on the Avengers Kink meme: The rest of the Avengers assume Tony is an unbound Omega by the way he acts. He's reckless and carefree and does what he wants. Imagine their surprise when they find out that Rhodey is Tony's Alpha. They're all confused at the way Rhodey lets Tony act and how they can be away from each other for long periods of time and Rhodey's just like 'He didn't want to give up his career and I didn't want to give up mine. And I gave up trying to tell Tony what to do years ago.'

It’s Not Bacon Until It Ceases To Be Bacon: @sobebold

Tony has lived with his best friend Rhodey for fifteen years, and everything is perfect.

Until Rhodey finally gets a boyfriend, and Tony's world gets turned upside down.

by any name: @machi-kun

Tony calls him ‘mine’, sometimes.

And he also calls him platypus, honeybear, sugarplum, all those stupid nicknames; but James’ favorite will always be ‘mine’.

Tutor Me: @wisiaden

Tony really wants James Rhodes to be his math tutor. The guy was hot, and if he had to play dumb, well, he can say he hates math.

run and hide: @/starksrhodey

Tony may or may not have a crush on football captain James Rhodes.

Or, Tony is extremely insecure, Pepper knows best, Steve likes to bake, Bucky loves red heads, and Rhodey keeps trying to talk to Tony.

This Is The Real Life: @blancheludis

It takes doing the laundry for Tony to realize he is completely, irrevocably in love with Rhodey. Who knew that the way to Tony Stark's heart is to teach him how to wash his clothes.

Anything For You Darling: @areiton

Tony is sitting on the balcony of his palace in Malibu, and Rhodey hates it, more than he's ever hated anything, watching his best friend stare at the water, limmed by the sun and utterly alone.

"She's dead," Tony says, before Rhodey can ask and he feels his breath catch, his heart stumble.

There's--

Grief. For pretty, troubled Maya with her big eyes.

Heartbreak. For a sweet infant who will never know the mother who gave him up, whose life will never be exposed, now.

Relief. Because Harley is safe. Safe. Gods, he's safe.

Rhodey helps Tony raise his son.

it goes like this (just like heroin): @quandongcrumble

He’s twenty-six and you’re twenty-eight and you get a midnight phone call from Obadiah and between the two of you, you manage to beg and bully until you can fly back to the States and sit beside the white hospital bed while they say words like heroin and accidental overdose and that Tony should pull through but Tiberius might not wake up.

It goes like this—for almost sixteen years Tony’s addiction problems are a blight on Rhodey’s relationship with him. Friendships crack and trust is shattered, over and over again.

motor oil and coconut oil: @/halfasgoodasanything

James loves his best friend. He's entirely supportive of his friendship and his almost relationship with Steve Rogers. He is! He is. Carol and Pepper seem to think otherwise, but he's cool. Loving Tony doesn't mean no one else can. Even if he wanted to.

lost and found: @starkslovemail

“Are you lost?”

Tony jumped at the voice cutting into his thoughts. Turning around, he saw another teen, maybe a year or two older than him, decked out in Team USA gear. He shook his head, flashing what he hoped was a disarming smile, “Nope.”

“Are you sure about that?” The athlete raised a disbelieving brow as he stared down at Tony. “You’ve been walking up and down this hallway for the past ten minutes, and the least embarrassing reason why is being lost.”

The blunt honesty startled a laugh out of Tony. He grinned cheekily, rocking back on his heels, “Guess I’m lost then.”

Written for the RhodeyTony Mini-Bang! Art can be seen on twitter here!

two boy geniuses walk into one frat house: @starkslovemail (part of a series)

There were too many white people at this damn party.

The Other 'Mr Stark': Iron Man’s Mysterious Paramour: @presidentrhodes

Clint leans over to Tony and whispers. “For the record, I know you’re lying. You’re describing the perfect man and he doesn’t exist. You might as well say you’re dating Superman because at least Christopher Reeve was a looker.“(Based on this prompt: Tony keeps telling the avengers how awesome his husband is but they don't believe he exists because it has been months and they still haven't met him yet and then finally, Rhodey comes home.)

#adi's rec list #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #james rhodes/tony stark #james rhodes x tony stark #this got long 😳#but all of these fics are so worth it #twenty seven recs #I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM RHAE

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hopelessromanticspoonie · 5 years

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The Angel’s Share - Ch. 8

Chapter: 8 of ? (Find Chapter 7 here)

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Kate faces more than one fear on their journey to the distillery.

Permanent taglist for hopeless: @vodka-and-some-sass @just-the-hiddles @he-is-chaotic-she-is-psychotic @nonsensicalobsessions @myoxisbroken @blah666 @brokenthelovely @myworddump @polireader @wiczer @littleredstarfish @the-broken-angel-13 @arch-venus25

Taglist for Angel’s Share: @rjohnson1280 @alexakeyloveloki @villainousshakespeare @wolfsmom1 @tamstrugglestowrite @trickstersteve @lucantis @exygon

A/N: If you’d like to be added to the taglist for this series, or the permanent taglist for either authors, let us know! :)

Co-written with the invariably incredible @yespolkadotkitty!!

"There's a girl. Come on, darling. Work with me. That's it. There, now."

Thomas soothed Firefly, the abused horse Lucille had saved from the slaughterhouse last month. For all her regal airs, his sister had a soft heart, and he'd been unsurprised to learn about the new acquisition.

Firefly would make a good companion for his own mount, Bandit, when she relaxed enough to be allowed near him. Perhaps they'd even get a foal out of the introduction, he thought, whimsically.

Firefly eventually nuzzled into his hand and Thomas shook a few apple slices free from his jacket sleeve as a reward. His heart soared as it always did when she showed a tiny further modicum of trust.

“Uncle Thooommmmaaassss!” Gideon’s shout announced the arrival of the overexcited boy. It always pleased Thomas that Gid was so sweet and unaffected given the nature of the collapse of his mother and father’s relationship. The boy was a treasure.

To her credit, Firefly didn’t shy away as she had in the past, proof that she was slowly becoming used to people and her new home.

Gideon skidded to a stop six feet from Firefly. When Thomas looked up he saw Kate following, and his heart lurched at the sight of her. Her denim cut off shorts revealed shapely, lightly tanned legs. The sassy sweatshirt suited her to a T. She was a world away from the vapid socialites he had once dated, and he was glad of it.

The morning sun, already strong, kissed the waves of her tousled hair, picking out the golden strands. Her lips curved and he felt himself smile in return.

“Morning, GQ.”

“Morning.” He knew his gaze lingered on her mouth, and he let it. There was something simmering between them. He knew she’d felt it last night in the moonlit confines of that small room, the scent of whiskey floating in the air between them, the space between their bodies littered with unsaid words. “You’re up early.”

“Wanted to get a jump on the day. You know. You ready, then?” she asked, a clear challenge in her voice.

Bring it on, Thomas thought. “Have you ever ridden a horse before?”

Uncertainty flashed in her eyes, but she smiled broadly. “Sure, when I was a kid, at fairs. Why?" She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her denim cut offs, cocking a hip. Thomas knew that stance. It portrayed false confidence. He knew it well because he'd used it himself many times as a callow young man.

'Well," he said, keeping his tone casual, "the distillery is a little way off. We could ride there. You're welcome to share my horse."

"Missus Kate can have her own horse, right?" Gideon piped up.

Thomas watched the indecision parade across Kate's face.

'I shall choose a gentle mare for you," Thomas promised sincerely. "We'll ride at the same pace."

"Okay. Sure. Why not," she replied, and he could hear the false bravado in her tone.

Well, it was a short ride, truly, he reasoned. And he could make sure to hold the reins of Sugarplum, the older mare, with his free hand.

"Go on back to your Mum," Thomas instructed Gideon, to a drawn out moan and an eye roll. "We'll have treats later."

That perked him up.

Kate watched him go. "Treats?"

'Most Saturdays we have cake."

"Served by the butler, no doubt."

Thomas led Firefly back into her wide, clean stall. "You have seen Allerdale," he said calmly. 'We have no glut of servants, that is clear. The house is going to ruin and I am pouring every penny I make into it, and the stables. For now we mainly have the appearance of wealth rather than the actuality. Do you hate what I represent so much?"

Her face fell. "Thomas, I…."

*****

She watched his brows tilt up hopefully, even against the sadness that pulled at the corners of his lips.

“Appearances can be deceptive, yes?” he asked, in that voice made for sin.

He kept bringing that up, as if repeating it again and again would settle it in her mind that while he looked like a proper cad, dressed to the nines in his manor and living off of a reputation and family money, that he was somehow more. More like her? She had to admit that he had surprised her, revealing a penchant for hard work and humor in turn that spoke more of his character than any tailored suit could, but it still wasn’t enough.

He was dangerous. Too charming and too breathtaking when he stepped closer to her and brushed her braid over her shoulder with too much familiarity. Each easy smile and show of tender concern he sent her way was chipping away at her will, and no matter how hard she scrambled, she couldn’t right her defenses fast enough.

She couldn’t go down that road again. Her heart wasn’t strong enough to make that journey a second time unscathed.

Clearing her throat, she took a few steps away from him, plastering a thin smile on her face as she glanced around the stables. “So, which horse is mine for the day? Let’s get this show on the road, cowboy.”

He moved about behind her, and the rustle of hay on the concrete floor followed by the clop clop of hooves made her turn around to see Thomas leading a beautiful black mare, already saddled, in her direction. She steeled herself against the trepidation that raced through her veins.

“This is Sugarplum. She’s gentle, sweet, and should be an easy ride for you. If you think you can handle it.”

Determined not to show her anxiety, especially in the wake of his teasing, she stepped up to the mare, smoothing her hand down the majestic horse’s neck slowly. She was so soft, unbelievably so, and she felt both Thomas and Sugarplum watching her as if they were physical weights as she petted her. “She’s beautiful.”

Thomas stood behind her, his chest barely brushing her shoulder as he stroked the peaceful mare as well. “She is. Do you need a lift up?”

“No, I think I can manage,” she replied, with more bravado than she felt. “Just hold her steady?”

“As you wish.” He stepped around her, standing in front of Sugarplum, cooing softly to her and feeding her the occasional carrot from the pocket of his ancient Barbour.

Shoving her boot into the stirrup, Kate gripped a hand on the horn of the saddle and the other over the curve of the back, grunting as she swung her leg up and over. It wasn’t as graceful as she would’ve liked, at one point her face was firmly shoved into the wool blanket used as a saddle pad, but with only a bit of adjusting she was upright.

And it was high.

Thomas looked up at her with one brow quirked. “All set there, Carrie Bradshaw?”

She rolled her eyes at the Sex and the City reference despite the fear that crept down her throat and fluttered in her stomach at the slight shift of the horse beneath her. “I’m fine. Go get your horse so we can get the day started. We’re burning daylight.”

She couldn’t make out whatever he grumbled under his breath as he walked away, but it didn’t matter. She needed to focus on not falling off and spilling her brains onto the Sharpe estate. It would likely be the first and last bit of intelligence shown on the grounds for some time.

Adjusting her seat in the saddle, she clenched her thighs tightly into the supple leather and grasped the reins that he had thrown over the horse’s head. The stables were dusty, debris from hay kicked up into the air with the light breeze that blew through the open doors. A powerful sneeze wracked her body from nowhere, and made her jerk on the reins.

Sugarplum was off, racing through the stables at a full gallop. Thomas’ shout was lost to the wind, and all she could do was lean forward, close her eyes, and hold onto the horn of the saddle, shouting her terror at the top of her lungs.

It felt like forever before the horse slowed, snorting and panting heavily. Kate cracked open her eyes, her entire body still clenched tight as she looked around at where the horse had decided to stop. The grassy copse of trees was almost picturesque with wildflowers scattered around the grass. Tall trees, heavy with leaves, provided shade against the sun that could only filter through in shifting shadows that rustled pleasantly in her ears.

“Kate!”

Thomas galloped up behind her, raven hair flying behind him and face set in focused distress. He dismounted while his white stallion was still slowing to a stop, rushing over to where Kate was still clinging onto Sugarplum like a lifeline.

“Let’s get you down from there for a moment,” he beckoned her, coming to her side with his arms outstretched.

She took the assistance without any protest, all but falling off of the mare as she dismounted, his hands strong and steady on her hips. He left them there once she was safely on the ground, and she hooked her arms around him, her hands clutching onto the white fabric of his button-down shirt desperately. Her head fell into the crook of his neck, and she breathed him in deeply, citrus and bergamot that wrapped around her and set her mind at ease.

“You’re alright, Kate. I’ve got you, darling," he soothed, one hand winding around to press into the middle of her back, the other winding into her wind-tousled hair, holding her to him firmly.

Which was a good thing, because her legs still trembled.

“It’s interesting that Sugarplum ran here, of all places. I came here often when I was younger, seeking to escape the oppressive wrath of my father. It was a safe haven of sorts to me. In the fall, the leaves turn so beautifully, reds and golds an enchanting backdrop to the books I would often bring along with me. When I was particularly daring, or father was in one of his moods, I would come here at night. It takes on an ethereal quality in the moonlight that I would love to show you, oh, Kate…”

Her heartbeat was just now beginning to feel like it wasn’t going to explode from her chest, gentled by his pleasant voice calmly giving up a piece of his childhood for her to store within her soul. The drum of his heart beneath her ear provided a soothing rhythm. She tilted her face up to him, trying to catch his expression from her position so close to him.

He was beautiful, expression soft and tender as he gazed down at her. The sunlight, warm and forgiving when filtered through the lush foliage of the trees above them, played off of his azure eyes, making them appear deeper than the sea. The faintest flush had blossomed on his fair skin, blooming over what bit of his chest she could see flirting with the shirt edges as his breath quickened beneath her quiet inspection.

If you had asked her after the fact, she wouldn’t have been able to tell you if he tilted his head down or if she stood on her tiptoes first. All she knew was that his lips were on hers in the next breath.

And the sparks that they had shared, the meaningful glances and the stolen touches, all came to a head.

His lips were soft over hers, gentle and smooth even as they lit a fire that rolled and stretched within her, warming her from the inside out. He tasted of coffee and sugar, a bittersweet and heady combination that stole all the air from her lungs. She melted beneath his touch, her hands splaying across his back, delighting in the stretch of his muscles barely contained beneath the layers of thin linen shirt and light Barbour.

And when he broke the kiss, only to rest his forehead against hers, she felt a tiny piece of her heart break off with the lost contact, left on his parted lips. Her eyes fluttered open to take him in, and a heavy weight settled in the pit of her stomach.

She pulled away from him, already missing his solid warmth, shaking her head minutely with a knit brow. “Thomas…”

#thomas sharpe #thomas sharpe au #thomas sharpe x ofc #crimson peak au #crimson peak #crimson peak fic #modern au #romcom #romantic comedy #fluff #thomas sharpe fluff #the angel's share #hopelesswrites #yespolkadotkitty

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chomiones · 7 years

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the art of bending rules

fred x lee bc i love them!! not canon compliant, but it honestly should have happened in the books.

ao3

It’s not like they can’t handle Umbridge. She’s just another obstacle on their way, albeit a little more stubborn and certainly a lot more annoying. But Fred and George and Lee can deal with annoying — they’ve got lots of training.

Umbridge thinks the only way to control the rebels at Hogwarts is to put up rules — and more rules, and then a few more rules after that. Unfortunately, what she doesn’t understand is that there is nothing most rebels are better at than bending the rules. It’s an art to perfect, as Fred says.

Most of the things she decides are ridiculous. Lee sometimes wonders if she has some sort of rule-kink, because there seems to be a rule for everything. He usually doesn’t go further down that road though, because thinking about Umbridge’s kinks involves thinking about her in bed which is just — ew.

But it’s their last year, for fucks sake, and Lee would actually rather pee his pants in front of the entire school than leave Hogwarts without a little fun.

They have to be a little careful though. Although getting detention usually doesn’t bother them, detention with Umbridge is bloody dreadful. Lee isn’t sure what horrifies him more, the pink walls and all the cats, or the fact that he has to write sentences in his own blood.

So, to avoid that whole business, they can’t outright break the rules, or at least not get caught doing it. It therefore fits quite well when the three of them show up at the entrance hall one morning and see there has been put up a new rule:

Boys and girls are not permitted within 8 inches of each other.

Lee knows what this means — someone has been caught snogging in the halls and Umbridge, like the soul sucking devil she is, decided that allowing teenagers to be — well, teenagers, is absolutely absurd. But Lee, who for years has trained his eyes to see loopholes in rules, eyes an opportunity. He turns and sees Fred grin at him, and knows exactly what he’s thinking.

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The day goes by as usual, but Lee is in a good mood. He even smiles at Umbridge as she passes by, who scrunches her face together in return and looks even more like a toad. How those eyes can bulge, Lee thinks and smiles pleasantly, it’s really quite impressive.

Soon enough, it’s dinner and Lee sits down with George at their usual spot at the table. At precisely 5 o’clock, Umbridge turns up, in her finest ugly dress, and takes a seat at the teachers’ table, a satisfied smile on her face. She probably just succeeded in taking away someone’s joy in life, Lee thinks and shudders.

The Great Hall slowly fills up, and Ron, Harry and Hermione sit down with him and George, talking in hushed voices. It sounds like they’re discussing something secret, but they’re always discussing something secret, and Lee can’t be bothered right now.

«Lee!» he hears from behind him, loud enough to draw everyones attention. He smiles, stands up and turns around. Fred is standing with open arms, a devilish smile on his face.

«Lee, darling,» he continues. «Sweetums, sugarplum, honeybear!»

The Great Hall is completely silent. Lee glances at Umbridge, whose face is making the most unattractive expression, and has to fight to keep a straight face. Beside him, George is shaking of laughter.

«I’ve always loved you, Lee,» Fred says dramatically, waving his arms. «You are the sun in my universe, the pearl in my necklace, the underwear in my drawer!»

Ron looks completely scandalized, Harry’s mouth is hanging open, and George seems to be on the verge of crying with laughter.

«Come kiss me, Lee!» Fred finishes, winking seductively.

Lee doesn’t hesitate — in front of two hundred stunned faces he jumps over the bench, takes the few steps over to Fred, grabs his smiling face and kisses him.

Maybe someone gasps, maybe someone laughs, Lee can’t hear and he also doesn’t care. He just embraces Fred in the most dramatic and exaggerating way he can. Fred tastes like salty licorice, the ones he’s always eating and his hands tug at Lee’s hair.

When they finally break apart, there is a deafening silence in the Great Hall, except from George’s snorting laughter. Lee looks around to see the Slytherin table completely speechless. Pansy Parkinson elbows Malfoy in the stomach to close his mouth.

He hears fast, short steps from behind him. Fred, still with his arms around him, looks over his shoulder and smiles.

«What,» says Umbridge, barely able to keep the sugar sweet tone in her voice, «is this?»

Lee turns around and grins. Her eyes are bulging, and there are spots of pink down her face and neck to match her dreadful dress.

«Oh, professor,» he says innocently, «we were just declaring out never-ending love for each other.»

Umbridge’s chest seems to swell, making her similarity to a toad reach a whole new level.

«You seemed to be, ahem, a little bit closer than eight inches away from each other?» she says, an extremely forced smile on her lips.

«Yes, that is one of the requirements for kissing, professor,» says Fred.

«As I recall,» Umbridge says, and the whole room is watching as though hypnotized, «I put up a rule about this distance just this morning.»

«But professor,» Lee says and cocks his head, «wasn’t that rule regarding boys and girls?»

There is a moment of silence where Lee has the pleasure of watching Umbridge’s face go from pink to purple to white to a pale green within a few seconds. Her eyes bulge, yet again, and her chest swells some more, but there is nothing she can do.

She storms off, presumably to put up a rule about boys snogging in The Great Hall, and Lee catches McGonagall’s eye behind her, a smile on her mouth. She nods appreciatively at Lee, and he grins back.

The room is silent for a few seconds after Umbridge is gone, before it erupts in applause. Lee swears he can even see some of the teachers clapping.

«That’s what I’m talking about!» shouts Dean Thomas, and Seamus nods enthusiastically beside him.

They sit down at their table, and people clap them on the shoulder and congratulate them. George is still drying his eyes.

Ron, although red in the face, leans over to tell them it was a funny show. Even Hermione is laughing.

Through the noise, Lee meets Fred’s eyes and grins. Fred grins back, before leaning over and saying: «We’re gonna do that again, right?»

«What, kissing or pissing of Umbridge?» Lee says.

Fred’s answering smirk says it all.

#fred x lee #fred weasley #lee jordan #fic #my writing #she speaks

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