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- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.

...Phil said, in a Hardcore stream, (after/during the Death of Tommy) that they are in no way related. These two act like strangers because they are. Tommy is basically the Neighbor’s kid that took a liking to Wilbur, stayed with him- So, to Phil, he knows more OF him, then actual conversations. (Even with them living together- Tommy would talk to Techno more than acknowledge Philza’s existence.)

You can have your found family dynamics but in actual canon, they know almost nothing. The most they have? Techno and Wilbur, their stories of the other, their povs.

Before he confirmed it, I thought it. I mean, if your father was exploding your country (Doomsday) you’d think that you would want to talk to him, even more than actual main guy. But, no. Tommy clinged more towards his caretaker, Techno who was like his brother.

They rarely ever canonically talked, why wouldn’t you talk to your dad? No matter what, you’ll talk to him. No matter what you did to him.

Well, luckily nothing happened on the syndicate stream to completely make your Philza vid irrelevant. It even played into what you said, Phil's relationship with Tommy being utterly ignored, unless you want to count him being in denial for something. That is, until the next vague comment someone makes on the family dynamic that makes the fandom go wild again.

Honestly, at this point, I just want any dynamic.

Like, the crux of it all isn’t “Are they blood-related” or not. I think we just focus on it because of our intertextual readings and because it was (at one point) canon. But honestly, they could be found family, they could distant acquaintances (though, I personally would find that option lame, to be honest).

I just want Tommy and Phil’s relationship to be addressed and explored in some form within the text, not only in the paratext!

personal sunshine

fred weasley x f hufflepuff!reader

summary: you were unattainable, fred thought. how could he, the beloved prankster of the school, ever stand a chance to win your heart. you were the embodiment of the sun itself, burning bright as the school’s ray of sunshine. there’s no way you’d notice him, right?

warnings: language maybe?? fluff, angst if you squint. this is my first lil drabble (i think) on here so feedback is appreciated!! not proofread so pls ignore any mistakes!

there you were. sitting at the hufflepuff’s table, right in fred’s view. it was funny, really. like the universe was mocking him. here you were, enjoying your meal and chatting with your friends, while he, staring longingly at you from his seat at the gryffindor’s table. you were so unaware of his lovestruck gaze, so unaware of the way you make his heart flutter and cheeks go ablaze.

it wasn’t fair, he thought. how could you just live life so oblivious to his undying love for you while he has to calm his breathing even when in a 5 foot radius from you? it just wasn’t fair! how was he part of the school’s most infamous and beloved prankster duo, and has yet to even catch your attention?

“you’re doing it again” and although fred’s obvious crush on you was, well, obvious, to the rest of the school, he just can’t seem to admit that he has grown a soft side. for a precious and delicate flower such as yourself, no less.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, georgie” acting as though he wasn’t just caught staring at you with hearts for eyes, fred merely smirked towards his twin. “i’m just thinking about our next target and/or prank, dear twin brother of mine.”

george looks at him knowingly. he just can’t fathom why fred won’t just admit he’s absolutely smitten with you, and to his (much more handsome, he thinks) twin brother no less. but, of course, george just agrees with fred, not wanting to pry details that his brother was very obviously hiding, although he was itching to get.

and that’s how most days would go. fred would just look at you, just hoping that you’d one day reciprocate his feelings, and you both just live happily ever after. but he literally makes no move to try and make that a reality. he just stares, denies that he’s completely wrapped around your finger, and continues to wonder what it would be like if you even felt a fraction of what he feels.

what’d it be like to hold your hand, carry your books, invite you over to the burrow to meet the family, hug you… kiss you.

kissing you and being able to feel how soft your lips were was something fred fantasized about often. wanted to confirm for himself that your lips were as soft as they looked, and if they tasted as sweet as they appeared.

but, alas, these fantasies will only remain as such because he was a coward. fred and coward don’t even look right in the same sentence, but that’s what he was when it came to you. an absolute coward that longed to hold you in his arms, but might never actually grow a pair to make it a reality. still, fred was nothing if not hopeful.

it was a saturday morning, easily the best day of the week. no classes, no robes or uniforms, no responsibilities, nothing. just a day to relax, catch up on anything, and just hang out. whether that’s indoors or outdoors, it doesn’t matter.

fred, as usual, got ready to start the day like any normal person; playing out different ways to ask you to spend time with him in front of the mirror without seeming like a complete creep and/or weirdo.

two scenarios played in his head. the first scenario went exactly how he hoped; he’d approach you confidently, a flirtatious—but respectful—comment would be ready, waiting for the right moment to say it. you’d blush and swoon, and right as you try to say ‘thank you’ without stuttering, he’d ask you out on a date to hogsmeade. of course, you agree. why wouldn’t you? he’s fred freaking weasley for merlin’s sake.

unfortunately, the other scenario was a constant reminder that you literally render him speechless without so much as breathing in his vicinity. this particular scenario plays out like this; he walks up to you, makes a complete and utter fool of himself, and you laugh at him. making it very clear that you have no interest in someone so idiotic, and then he’s left heartbroken for the rest of his life.

of course, tho, he remembers that you’re you. a kindhearted and gentle hufflepuff who would rather be caught dead than ever thinking of hurting a fly. however, you do have some edge to you. like that one time in 3rd year where a slytherin boy was bullying a first year hufflepuff, and you weren’t having any of that. so, naturally, you came up to the slytherin and pants’d him. sure, you got detention, but he was so humiliated that he hardly showed his face again. merlin how he loved you… he thinks and sighs

‘cmon fred! you’re a very sought after man. you got the looks, the personality, the humor… you got this!’

and with that small pep talk, he went looking for you. seeing as it was saturday, he thought of the many places you’d be in right now.

it’s been about 10 minutes and no sign of you anywhere! it’s like you were purposely trying to avoid him! after feeling as though the universe were against him, an idea popped into his head. why not ask your friends of your whereabouts? merlin, i’m an idiot.

so, off he went looking for someome he knew for sure was a close friend of yours; cedric diggory. almost all of hufflepuff were friends with him—or at least knew him. but he was sure you and cedric were close. really close… oh gosh i hope they’re not together. before this silly little thought could manifest into something more, he rushed to the hufflepuff common room to see if he could find cedric, or possibly you.

as he entered the common room, he was immediately scanning for a brown haired boy. when his eyes landed on a familiar face, it wasn’t cedric, but alas, you!

eyes wide and palms getting clammy, he told himself that he’s a catch and that he has nothing to worry about. after taking a deep breath—and a million reassurances later—he started walking towards you. don’t do or say something stupid. don’t do or say something stupid!

“hey y/n!” he says, clearing his throat, a clear indication that he was nervous.

you turned around, knowing exactly who it was that addressed you. “hey fred!” you said, giddy as ever considering the major crush you had towards the charming wizard. “what brings you here?” you were nervous, like it was fred weasley! who wouldn’t be nervous. byt you did your best to play it cool. as if your insides weren’t playing tug-o-war with butterflies.

fred look straight into your mesmerizing eyes and nearly chickened out. but momma didn’t raise no bitch, so, as calm as he could, he told you exactly why he was there. “uhm… well… i w-was actually loo-oking for you” he cringed at how badly he was fumbling over a few simple words. words he rehearsed about a million times.

blushing, you gave him a shy smile and looked towards the ground. surely it wasn’t in that way. maybe he needed help with homework or something. don’t overthink anything, dummy. “really? how come?” you tried to act as nonchalant as you could. didn’t wanna scare him off with your eagerness.

come on freddie! just do it! i swear if you said it in the vine voice 😭 “well… i wanted to know if… if you wanted to uhm …join me on a trip to hogsmeade…. maybe next saturday?” he finished, sounding more like a question that anything else. he made a mental note on how your cheeks started glowing a pretty shade of red, thinking you might say yes!

blushing and playing with your robes, you answered, “i’d love to”. your friends were waiting for this day for a long time! fred’s eyes literally lit up, elated with your answer.

you both just kinda looked at each other, taking in each other’s appearance and just soaking in the fact that you two were going out on saturday.

your friends cleared their throat, giggling when fred got flustered and started stuttering again.

all in all, it shaped up to be a pretty good saturday.

sorry the ending was ass but i hope you liked it nonetheless! i’m gonna start making a prompt list so you guys can send in asks! so look forward to it 😁

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