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For the DA AU, how are they with pregnant people? What if MC is pregnant? Maybe she announces to the staff that she had a accidental pregnancy, but decided to keep the child?

Red: With her permission, of course, he lets the kids know- he wants to make sure they understand to be gentler with her. Also, if she gets ill or tired, or doesn't show up some days, they'll understand why! He's just hoping the kids will stop asking where babies come from. That's for parents to explain.

He always lingered around her, but he does even more- usually he drops a few terrible lines that make her go pink, but he now lurks around her well after he should, watching her go about her business and trying to help. He’s always offering to make her tea or get her a snack, eager to ensure she’s hydrated and well rested... but he’s always staring, it’s sometimes unnerving. He muses out loud about what she might name the baby... “are you gonna bring ‘em to the daycare? won’t that be fun!”

It’s sweet, at first. She likes having someone looking out for her. But... she does get a little concerned with how he starts acting with other adults. Not just staff- even parents. People come up to her and ask her innocent questions about the baby, and she can feel Red’s empty glare from across the room. If anyone ever tries to touch her belly he appears out of nowhere like a ghost, grabbing them and removing them from the room with a cheery “keep your hands to yourself inside the daycare!”

It probably doesn’t mean anything.

Sans: Being pregnant won't save her from his Mischief and Mayhem. In fact, he just seems to double down on plaguing her, stealing her keycard so often she's started carrying around a decoy card and a flashlight to beam in his face if he gets close. Her using a flashlight on him is the equivalent of using a spray bottle on an aggressive cat. It’s because he’s extra desperate for her time and focus- he loves babies, and the girl he likes is pregnant, he wants to be involved in everything she does. As soon as she’s not involving him, he acts out to get her attention again.

If she thought Red’s hovering was bad, Sans is a hundred times worse. He’ll literally hang over her shoulder like a clingy kid if she’s not looking at him, so close his eyelights light up her face- if he could breathe he’d be breathing down her neck. He’s always demanding she sits down, has a nap, eats/drinks something, stops working... he’ll steal her laptop and phone if she keeps working.

To be honest, she kinda finds it endearing that regardless of which personality is greeting her, both daycare attendants want her to look after herself. She also finds it sweet that even though Sans is the clingiest, most annoying, and most boundary-defying robot she knows, he’ll always quietly ask permission before he touches her belly. And if she says no, he’s clearly annoyed, but he never pushes.

Skull: Skull is always listening. Red and Sans often ask her to rest because Skull is intrusive-thought-style saying it over and over again until one of them asks her. But he doesn’t make many appearances, especially if she doesn’t know him already... he doesn’t want to frighten her when she’s pregnant. That just sounds like a bad idea. But as she gets more pregnant, he can’t help himself. Even while trapped behind Red or Sans he constantly reaches out to touch her belly- luckily, she gave those two permission, so it’s not considered much of a problem.

Something that might get him to come out is if she ever complains about her feet/back hurting. Says it’s very uncomfy where she’s sat. She makes a lighthearted complaint, and suddenly she’s picked up- she giggles, thinking Red/Sans just scooped her up as a joke...

... until she feels the second pair of arms.

“... comfy... now?” :)

#llamagines #DCA au #kid: where do babies come from?#red: well.. its erm... when two people love each other very m... ask your parents when you get home #sans: sex

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daydreamingabouthockey · 4 years

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Somewhere in Stockholm Chapter 2

Word count:1,775

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Chapter 1

Note: chapter 2 of Somewhere in Stockholm sorry this took awhile. I’m refreshed I took a holiday to Stockholm so I have some new inspiration. Ft Alex Nylander (sorry about the weird formatting I’m trying to fix it atm)

Maggie stood outside a yellow painted apartment block on a deserted quiet street. She stared at the buzzers until she found the one labelled Altelius . A small buzzer sounded, She pushed the door and found herself in a small but grand hallway with a large chandelier and a grand staircase. Damn this was fancy and this was his second home where he only came in the off season?

She hauled her suitcase up the flights of stairs Stopping on the fourth floor and a white doors with the numbers ninety written on it, she knocked on the door and waited. It was opened by a young blonde boy, he had a half asleep expression on his face, wearing only a pair of sweatpants and was mid way through brushing his teeth. “Hi, i’m Maggie?” she said unsure.

“Sorry wrong flat” he said or at least that is what she thought he said before slamming the door in her face.Maggie stood there stunned for a moment unsure what to think apart from she must have been at the wrong place, but Will had definitely text her flat ninety. She knocked again. This time she could hear from inside the flat two boys arguing in Swedish. The door eventually opened again but this time, a different blonde answered the door and Maggie swore her heart skipped a beat. This guy was handsome, tall, Blue eyes a flow of long blonde hair and was naked from the waist up and from what she could see this guy was ripped. Suddenly she understood Morgan’s warning. Oh boy she was in trouble. “Hi I’m Maggie,” She said a little unsure. Her cheeks burning. “Ah Maggie, Mo’s erm friend, hi,I’m Willy ” he said pulling her in for a hug and Maggie had never felt more awkward. Why had he said friend like that? Also she was hugging a topless stranger in a hallway and damn how ripped what this dude? “Come in,” he said grinning, he grabbing her suitcase and pulling it in.“You don’t have to do that, its ok, it’s kind of heavy,” she said trying to pull it off him but in the process losing the tug of war, I mean duh, he was a pro athlete. “It’s okay, hey Alex come say hey,” he yelled out. The younger boy from earlier returned into the hallway still only wearing his sweatpants. What was up with these boys? Was wearing clothes optional or something? If so she was not going to complain. “Eh?” the younger boy Alex asked.“We have a guest young Nylander,”Will said hitting his brother over the head. Alex turned to stare at Maggie “Oh hi, sorry I erm slammed the door in your face,” he said and she got the feeling Alex Nylander didn’t like her very much. “Its okay,” she spluttered still distracted by the two blondes. She could feel her cheeks flushing. “We’ve had a couple of fans turn up to our flat recently, so now we’re a bit wary,hence the name change on the buzzer to Altelius instead of Nylander,”. “Oh wow, people really do that,” “Yeah, I had a grandma chase me down the road last week,” Will joked at least she thought he was. She really couldn’t tell.“So you can take my room it’s just through here,” Will said pointing to the door “Oh,”. “Something wrong?” He asked running his hands through his hair. Something she found very distracting. “I mean I know Morgan said your a bit of a charmer but I think you got me a bit wrong,I can’t share a bed, with you I don’t know you and” Maggie blabbered nervously . He stopped her and laughed “Chill Maggie, I’ll sleep on the sofa, I’m not trying to, wait what did Mo say about me?” He asked with a cheeky grin and a laugh. “Oh nothing,” she said suddenly turning red as a tomato. He gave her the full tour of the place, kitchen, living room, a swish bathroom which was all in true scandivanian style and looked like it had come straight out of an ikea catalogue. He showed her Alex’s room which looked chaotic. Clothes all overspilling from his suitcase and cans of red bull dotted around any available surface, papers haphazardly piled on the desk in the corner.When Maggie was finally led into William’s room she was surprised at the contrast of the two brother’s rooms. She surveyed the room around her, double bed with grey sheets, a bedside cabinet, the room was clean and sparse like no-one really lived in this room apart from a few personal items. A blue maple leafs duffle bag identical to the one, she had seen at Morgan’s place. Beside the bed was a photo of she assumed his family given they all looked identical, blonde hair blue eyed, mum, sisters, Alex and a bald man who he guessed must of been his dad. Apart from that the room didn’t seem very lived in. Maggie flopped down on the bed, picking up her phone to text her family to let them all know she was safe.

To: Mom

From: Maggie

Hey Mom just telling you know, I arrived in Stockholm. I’ll call you in a couple of days love you! M x

Then she quickly typed out a message to Morgan.

To: Mo Bro

From: Maggie

Made it safely to Willy’s of course I’ve embarrassed myself already. Also does erm Willy think clothes are something optional?

Her phone pinged back immediately.

To: Maggie

From: Mo Bro

Oh no what did you do? I forgot to warn you about that, he is very liberal with clothing must be a European thing. He walks around half naked at lot at the rink. You get used to it. X

She was pulled out of her daze by Will wandering into the room, who was thankfully now wearing a t-shirt. “Hey,” he said smiling widely “So i’m not sure if you had anything planned whilst you were here but me and Alex were going to and watch the Eurovision later, if you want to come, there doing this big event in Kungsträdgården Park” Willy asked sitting down on the bed. “Sure I’ve never seen the eurovision before,”

“Your in for a treat then,” he said and she could have sworn he winked at her. Was William Nylander flirting with her? She sat on the bed, she had only just met this guy. She had met a fair few hockey boys growing up and being friends with one and she had sworn off dating hockey players after learning the hard way with Leo Mustang the star player for the Giants in Vancouver. She had met him through Morgan and despite his warning she had dated him anyway something which backfired massively on her later when he brutally dumped her for a hotter skinner blonde girl at a party in front of all of his friends. The only saving grace was that Morgan had been there to pick her up and defend her. Like the true best friend he was. He hadn’t ever once told her I told you so even though she knew he was thinking it. She loved Morgan for that. An hour later Maggie had showered, power nap and was ready to go out on a new adventure. William effortlessly weaved through the winding streets of the buildings were coloured white, yellows and reds. Maggie looked around in joy. There was nothing like this at home. This place was beautiful. “I don’t understand the deal with this Eurovision,” she sighed putting another mouthful of strawberry ice cream in her mouth. They had stopped off at what Alex had described as the best ice cream in Stockholm. “I didn’t either at first when I moved here from Canada, it’s weird, countries singing weird songs and perform in the strangest outfits then everyone gets angry when neighbouring countries vote for each other, for us it’s a night we watch tv and get drunk, it’s just even more hyped up this year because it’s in our city,”

“Ah well it sounds like fun so, Mo said you live out in Sweden during the off season you live here all the time you are here?”

“Some of the time, I spend a lot of time at my parents, this is just mine and Alex’s place,”

“Oh wow it’s so nice,” she said, nodding. In Seattle, she shared a tiny apartment with her best friend Molly and her boyfriend, Brad. She had become excellent at being third wheel to them. She could only dream of owning her own place.“So how did you meet Morgan? I thought a pretty girl like you he’s been showing you off?”

“Oh I live in Seattle but me and Morgs go way back we met at school in Couver,”

“Ah makes sense,” she said blushing.

“What brings you to Sweden apart from you know meeting me?” He asked with a playful grin. She laughed and pushed Willy.

“I’m interrailing around Europe,”

“And Mo didn’t want to come?”

“Nah he’d rather sit on his butt, see Maggie, his dog, play golf and go fishing,”

“Wait he named his dog after you?”

“Yeah well, he refuses to admit it,” she said with a shrug.

“So when he’s talking about Maggie,” he said, his eyes suddenly lighting up like it makes sense. “He was talking about you and not the dog?”

“Yes,” she said bursting out into laughter.

“That makes a lot more sense I wondered why he told me me and Maggie got dressed up and went for dinner,” he shrugged. “Did you have a bath with him?”

“Ew no” Maggie said with a laugh “that one was the dog,that is weird, I would never shower with him,”wrinkling her nose as she laughed.

“You and Morgan aren’t?” He asked his tilting head.

“God no he’s my best friend,”

“Oh okay good, I mean not good cool,” he said blushing and running through his hands through his hair again and awkwardly laughing. The pair went silent for a moment until Alex suddenly said goodbye turning to walk away.

“Where is he going? Are we not..” she trailed pointing to Alex walking up the hill

“Oh Alex is going to meet some of his friends, I said we’d meet back later, but I was thinking you might be hungry?”

It was that moment when Maggie’s stomach had decided to loudly gurgle. “Well I think that settles it and I know just the place,” he said with a wide grin.

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envision-fandom · 6 years

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Soul Keeper

Fred Weasley fanfiction

Couple: Reader x Fred

Pt2

It was the day before your cousin Fleur’s wedding, to an English boy named William Weasley.

They were meant to have the wedding in France, but last minute changed their plans so that the wedding would be held in England, at her fiance’s family home- The Burrow.

You used to be extremely close to your cousin growing up, but eventually you grew apart from her and the rest of your family, including your sisters.

You were slightly dreading the wedding, being surrounded by people and having to dress up was simply not your scene and when you were guided towards the carriage to be seated with all of your sisters and other family members, you decided to finally stand your ground.

You rounded on your mother, your green eyes sparking with rage “I made an exception and agreed to take time away from my training to come to this wedding, even after it had been moved to another country. But I am certainly not flying the whole way there surrounded by a bunch of Veela!”

Before you could hear your mothers protests, you went to the barn and untied your favourite Thestral.

You swung your arms around its neck and pulled yourself onto its back, trotting over to your mother.

She glared up at you in disbelief and you returned her stare, forcing your eyes not to falter, until she turned away and sighed in defeat.

You smirked to yourself, glad you had managed to get the upperhand and ushered your Thestral into a run beside the carriage, which had began to take flight.

You soared beside the carriage, before moving up ahead and leading it towards your destination- The Burrow.

You noticed the white tents up ahead and asumed that was your destination, so slowed down your pace and hung back, not wanting to be the first to arrive. You circled over the clearing for a while and ensured all of your family members had gotten out of the carriage, before landing beside it and dismounting from your Thestral.

You watched from afar as Fleur hugged your sisters one by one and began to introduce them to her fiance’ and his family members, all of which were extremely ginger.

Not wanting to face the onslught of introductions just yet, you began to attend to the Thestrals, unbucking them from the carriage and feeding them Single Malt Whiskey- there absolute favourite.

You rolled your eyes at the sounds of your sisters giggles and peered over to see who it was they were targeting. You followed their gazes and noticed two tall boys in suits, with large grins on their completely identical faces.

You couldn’t help but admit that they were attractive and understood why your sisters had resorted to giggling children.

Just as you were about to look away, realising you had been staring too long. To your absolute horror, all of your sisters, Fleur, the twins and the rest of the red headed family looked in your direction and in embarrassment you turned to avoid their gaze.

Freds POV:

The carriage landed gracefully into the field surrounding the Weasley’s home.

The whole family, lead by Fleur, was dragged outside, ready to be introduced to her family and Fred took his usual place beside his brother George.

The silver haired family began to descend from the carriage and George laughed in delight, before bagsying the prettiest one.

But Fred didn’t mind, because they were all stunning. He found himself cracking jokes as each one was introduced and they all giggled and blushed. Him and George shared a knowing look that it would be easy to pull one of the girls, as they were all so openly keen.

Fred was about to make another joke when Fleur interrupts, asking the group of girls where their other sister, Y/N was?

“Brilliant.” Fred thinks to himself “There may be an even prettier one that I can bagsy.”

He watches in anticipation as the group of girls turn in synchronisation to look over at the Thestrals in front of the carriage and he excitedly follows there gaze.

Only to be introduced to an unexpected sight.

This sister was completely different to the rest. Rather than having matching silver hair, she had dark auburn hair that was tied into a plait and rested down one of her shoulders and lead down to her waist. As well as this, she was dressed completely differently to her sisters in matching silk gowns and heels and instead supported tight jeans, a shirt and a leather waistband, which held her wand and a dagger in the sides and knee length leather boots.

Although she stood quite far away, when Freds eyes met hers, he could tell they were a deep shade of green, rather than light blue, the same as the rest of her family.

She was completely original.

Reader POV:

After tending to the Thestrals, you finally realised that you couldn’t put the introductions off any longer.

You inhaled a deep breathe, held your head up high and strolled over to the group still conversing outside of the house.

You went straight towards Fleur and congratulated her on her engagement and you were suprised when she pulled you into a tight hug “I like your new look.” She tells you and you simply nod in response. She smiles, before introducing her finace’- Bill and you shake his hand and then moving onto his parents, who you actually liked and then to your horror, their five other sons: Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and Ron and his friend the famous Harry Potter and then more to your delight their daughter, Ginny, and her friend, Hermione.

You sighed in relief after the introductions were over, but then shifted uncomfortably after sensing Fred’s gaze still lingering on you.

The group began to make their way inside, your sisters being lead by the twins. But you decided to remain outside and explore the grounds.

You spent several hours outside, climbing the trees in the nearby forest and collecting fruit, when you suddenly hear your name being called.

You were sitting on a branch of one of the trees, picking apples and you listened out again for your name being called, wondering who it was.

You heard it closer this time and secured your leg around the branch and hung upside down, so that you could see beneath the cover of the trees.

You swung down and came face to face with one of the twins- Fred.

He jumped back in shock, before raising his eyebrows at your behaviour.

“What are you doing?” He asks and you guide your wand to bring down the basket of apples, which he reaches out to hold.

“Just picking some fruit.” You respond nonchalantly, even though in truth your heart felt as if it was beating out of your chest- you had never been good around boys.

He nods his head slowly “Right, okay. Well dinner will be ready soon.”

Your face brightens up at this, as you were starving from your long journey over.

You unhook one leg and twist your body so that you turn as you fall, performing a perfect backflip and landing on the grass beside Fred.

He looks at you impressed and you take the basket from his grip, a shiver running down your spine as you accidentally brush hands.

You chose to ignore it and walk ahead of him, back to the house.

You present the fruit you had collected to Molly and decide to make an apple strudel as a way of thanking her and her family for having you as a guest. She pulls you into a hug at your generosity and you bake it together, enjoying each others company.

As you were adding the finishing touches, Molly served up the dinner and called both your family and her family into the dinning room for dinner.

You sat beside Hermione and Ginny and asked them questions about Hogwarts.

“I bet it’s lovely to attend school in France.” Ginny suddenly addresses you and Hermione agrees.

You shift uncomfortably, about to answer, when one of your sisters interrupts “Actually Y/N, doesn’t attend Beauxbatons with the rest of us.”

The whole table looks at your suddenly, intrigued at the news “Oh where is it you study?” Bill asks and you awkwardly meet his gaze.

“Oh... I erm, I don’t actually go to a school.”

Before you can continue, one of your other sisters interrupts “Yeah she trains with a hermit in a cave.”

You scowl at her “He is not a Hermit! He is an extremely gifted wizard and his cave is actually very comfy and nice.”

Your sisters all laugh and your face turns red in embarrassment.

The youngest boy Ron looks at you, a confused expression on his face “So where is this cave?”

You once again shift uncomfortably “Well, I actually can’t say. It’s an undisclosed location.”

“And is it just the two of you?” The other twin, George, asks.

“At the moment, yes. But he lives with his wife Nimue and she helps me train too.”

“Wicked.” The twins suddenly say together.

After dinner, you all settle down within the living room, embracing the warmth of the fire.

Mr. Weasley decided to crack open a bottle of fire whiskey to celebrate and after a while the majority of the adults were drunk.

Suddenly Mr. Weasley turns to you and asks you why you have a different appearance compared to the rest of your family and you sense the whole group look over at you, intrigued. Mrs. Weasley glares over at Arthur and he shrinks back guiltily.

Before you can answer, your mother interrupts and begins to share her drunken tale “My daughter used to be so beautiful.” She began and you roll your eyes “She was the prettiest out of all my daughters.” Your sisters glare at your mother and then you, before nodding there heads in response, finally agreeing that it was true.

“Then why did you change?” Ginny asks.

This time one of your sisters interrupts “Because she despises being a Veela, and wants to look more human.” She says with a sneer of disgust.

“What’s wrong with being a Veela?” The youngest boy, Ron suddenly asks and then turns away embarassed.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, I’d just rather be... well normal looking.”

Your sisters grunt and look down on you.

“But why would you want to look normal?” George asks and you can’t help but get agitated at the questioning.

“Because I don’t want people to think my only redeeming quality is my good looks, I’d rather have them see the real me and accept me for who I am.”

“Who you are is a Veela!” Your mother suddenly stands and confronts you, leaning to the side slightly from the alcohol.

“Well I wish I wasn’t!” You shout back and storm out of the house and towards the barn.

“I like her.” You hear Ginny whisper and you can’t help but laugh.

When you reach the barn your anger rebuilds and you take it out on one of the wooden posts, supporting the barn. You pull out your wand and fire spell after spell at the post, causing it to splinter and then burn and eventually break. You repair the damage, but was still fueled with rage and instead you begin punching the post, causing your knuckles to bruise and bleed.

Your hear a sharp intake of breathe and turn to see Fred standing behind you in shock. You realise you had let down your guard and in your rage your true appearance was beginning to shine through. Your hair had begun to turn silvery white and your eyes were transitioning into a light blue. You quickly shook yourself and your appearance returned.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” You admit to Fred, trying to break the awkward silence.

He moves towards you “It’s okay, I’m not going to judge.” You look into each others eyes and you feel yourself melting into his beautiful warm brown orbs.

He reaches his hand out towards yours and you pull back, suddenly being drawn out of your haze.

“I just want to heal your wounds.” He admits and you reluctantly hold out your hands.

He whispers a spell and traces his wand over your knuckles, which slowly begin to heal.

“There, good as new.” You thank him awkwardly and not knowing what else to say, you push past him and head back inside.

You were glad to find out that Ginny and Hermione had offered to share their room with you and you took your belongings up the stairs and into the first door on the left.

You set yourself down on the camp bed by the window and thank them for their hospitality.

Whilst you were getting ready for bed, Ginny went to take a shower and Hermione said she was going to prepare some hot cocoa for you all.

After changing into your pajamas, you began looking out of the window and noticed there was a roof underneath. You opened up the window and climbed out, lying on the side of the roof and admiring the stars.

“Y/N? Where have you gone?” You hear Hermione looking around the room cautiously.

“I’m out here.” You respond and you look over to see her poking her head out of the window.

“Y/N what are you doing? It might not be safe.” She says exasperatedly.

Ginny joins her at the window “Cool, why did I never think to do this?” She pushes Hermione out of the way and climbs out, sitting beside you.

“Ginny!” Hermione calls “What about the cocoa.”

You smirk over at her “Bring it out with you.” She looks around the room anxiously before inhaling a deep breathe and climbing through the window and onto the roof beside Ginny.

She then points her wand at the tray of drinks and it floats out and lands beside her.

She hands out the drinks and looks at the stars “Okay, I have to admit this is quite nice.”

You nod your head in response and continue to look up at the stars.

After a while you all began talking and joking about and it seemed as if you had known the two girls your whole life.

Ginny sudenly turns to you after admiting her feelings of still liking Harry “What about you Y/N. I noticed you seemed to be a little awkward around my brothers.”

You sigh and sit up to face their interested gazes “Well, I’m just not good with boys. I don’t trust them.”

“Why not? My brothers are all fine and I feel like you’d really get along with them all, especially Fred and George.”

You look down awkwardly, not knowing whether to tell them or not, but decide it would be a nice change to confide in someone “Well, I’m sure they are fine. It’s just had a bad experience with a boy a few years back. A muggle boy, Oliver.”

You notice Hermione and Ginny lean towards you, eager to hear the story.

“He lived in the village across from my home and we met in the woods one day. I was attracted to him straight away and after the third time of meeting him, he told me he loved me. I was so happy back then and I thought he was my first love and we would get married and all that other stuff.” You roll your eyes at the thought. “But then, when I introduced him to my sisters, he began to act distant and I caught him confessing his love to my oldest sister instead.”

You finished the last part in a rush and the two girls looked at you horrified.

“As it turned out, it was my Veela ‘powers’ that he was attracted to and I didn’t realise, but when I was introducing him to my sisters, it was sort of turned off, because I was distracted.” You look back at the sky “It’s kind of confusing I know. But when you see my sisters, they all have their ‘powers’ switched on, which is why men feel drawn to them.”

Hermione and Ginny nod in understanding, sad expressions on both of their faces.

“That’s why we hated Fleur when we first met her, because we thought she was full of herself.” Ginny says and then looks away horrified that she admited that to Fleur’s own cousin.

You can’t help but laugh and notice her look back at you relived and soon enough all three of you are once again laughing and joking, the previous conversation slowly becoming forgotten.

Fred’s POV:

He sat outside the house, wanting to enjoy the cool night air, before having to cram himself into the house, which was being occupied by way too many people.

He was enjoying the cup of cocoa Hermione had made for him, when he heard voices on the roof above him.

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the voices trailed down to where he was sitting, allowing him to easily hear what was going on.

“So Ginny still likes Harry then?” He thinks to himself and laughs at the idea of Ron’s face, if his best mate ended up marrying his sister.

The smirk on his face instantly faltered when he heard the mention of his name and then Y/N’s voice, which sounded slightly sorrowful.

He listened intently to the story of her first love and suddenly felt like he understood her so much more.

His heart felt empty at the story and he couldn’t help but feel the urge to go up there and comfort her, as well as a sudden desire to track down that muggle kid and offer him a puking pastel.

His thoughts wandered over to the kind of tricks he would like to play on the kid and then they suddenly subsided at the sound of an unfamiliar laugh.

Her laugh.

It was so different compared to her sister’s fake giggles, that he had grown bored of hearing. It was so genuine and care free and Fred decided in that moment that it was the best sound he had ever heard and he would do everything in his power to hear it again.

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