Holidays [p.p]

holidays [p.p]

word count: 1.8k

pairing: peter pevensie x fem!reader, edmund pevensie x reader (platonic)

warnings: edmund being a little shit

a/n: trying a bit of a different writing style, just spaced out chat for clearer reading (thank you for the feedback @diqiisrelevant) // also i’m so sorry this took so long to put out i suck

request: Could you please do one with Peter Pevensie? Where the reader is friends with Edmund and Peter is back from college and he falls for her and she is clumsy and make him laugh? It's modern hahahha Thank you! Love your work @bitch-choripan

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you loved the holidays, it has been your favourite time of year for as long as you can remember. college was much more draining than you anticipated, and it was really beginning to weigh you down. the only thing that had been keeping you going was the excitement of returning to your family and relaxing for the next few weeks. 

nothing was ever that simple, though. your flight home had been cancelled due to weather. thankfully, you were still with edmund, your best friend, when you got the notification. he insisted you stay with him and his family, and you after much argument, you gave in.

you were nervous walking up the steps to the pevensie household, edmund had told you his two sisters and parents were already expecting them, and that his brother should be home later. 

you followed edmund through the front door, hearing a mass of footsteps rush towards you. you saw a younger girl come embrace edmund, and he returned it, greeting his family all with hugs and smiles. you felt as though you were intruding, and nervously shifted from foot to foot. 

you seemed to catch the attention of the youngest girl, whom you recalled was named lucy, and she made her way over to you, catching you off guard when she threw her arms around you and embraced you tightly.

“you must be y/n! edmund has told us so much about you!” she exclaimed, and you smiled.

“has he now?” you teased, and edmund rolled his eyes, knowing he’d never live down his sister’s words.

“thanks lu.” he grumbled, and a laugh erupted throughout the group, making you feel more at home than you could’ve thought possible.

you spent the afternoon getting to know the pevensies, and you realized why edmund spoke so highly of them all. they were all so sweet and welcoming, though you did wonder how it would be to meet edmund’s brother. 

ed tried to avoid the topic of him generally, saying briefly that him and his brother had a much more complex and competitive relationship. from the way the other pevensies had casually thrown warnings around at the mention of the eldest child, you assumed he must not have been the most well-behaved of the family.

you were joyfully sipping on a cup of hot chocolate chatting with lucy and susan when the door swung open, making you jump a little at the unexpected noise. your heads snapped to the entrance area, susan shaking her head and lucy jumping up to greet who you assumed to be peter.

“honestly, he hasn’t even been here five minutes and he’s already being incredibly loud!” susan huffed, causing you to giggle.

“he’s that bad, huh?” you asked, and susan opened her mouth to reply when you were interrupted by lucy re-entering the room, a tall blonde boy following her. susan stood to greet him, scolding him for his obnoxious actions all the while. 

you took the time to study his features. he was broad, muscular. he had a defined jawline and beautiful blue eyes. his hair was a beautiful golden colour and looked fluffy, and you had a strange urge to run your fingers through it. 

you snapped out of your daze when he turned to you, and you felt a small blush rise to your cheeks as he looked you up and down not-so-subtly.

“and who might you be?” he asked, his voice slightly teasing. you opened your mouth to reply when edmund came into the room and interrupted.

“this is y/n. stay away from her.” he said simply, taking your wrist and pulling you out of the room. you blinked in surprise, but didn’t argue. you simply let him guide you away from the beautiful man in the main area. 

he turned to you, seeing the dazed look in your eye and frowning. “no. absolutely not.” you furrowed your brow, and he sighed. “you have that look in your eyes. you cannot fancy my brother! that’s just weird!” he whined, and you laughed, shaking your head.

“cmon ed. sure, he’s attractive. you know me too well, i can’t lie. but he is your brother, and i won’t do that to you.” you told him genuinely, and he smiled, pulling you into a hug. “but if you were jealous, you could’ve just said so.” you teased, and edmund huffed.

“please. you know who i fancy, and it’s definitely not you.” he shot, and you threw a hand over your heart, feigning hurt and shock.

“edmund pevensie, you’ve wounded me. how shall i ever heal from this?” you mocked, and the two of you burst into a fit of giggles. you were so lost in your own world you didn’t notice the pair of blue eyes trained on your figure.

“you know, if you stare any longer it will start to get weird.” lucy came up behind him, startling peter. he opened his mouth to defend himself, but closed it again and shook his head, walking into the kitchen to help prepare dinner without another word. lucy shrugged to herself, not bothering to further question her eldest brother.

you sat next to edmund at the dinner table, playfully bantering back and forth. you two were basically off in your own little world, though you did chat with his parents and sisters here and there when asked a question or when the conversation drifted to something of interest to you. 

you had hardly spoken a word to peter, however, as he was being quite quiet - something you definitely weren’t expecting from edmund’s stories.

the night progressed quickly after that, and everyone gathered for a movie in the main area after all was settled. you were in charge of getting drinks, while edmund was getting snacks. you were carefully bringing each drink to the designated person, knowing how likely you were to trip. 

after a few successful attempts of bringing drinks, you gained confidence, and were striding over to peter, who was completely distracted, lost in a conversation with lucy. his side profile was beautiful, you thought. 

in processing said thought, you missed the sight of the carpet slightly rolled and caught your foot, sending you tumbling to the ground and the fizzy drink to spill all over you.

the pevensies were shocked by the sudden motion, but lucy quickly jumped up, checking to see if you were okay. edmund came running in the door upon hearing the small bang, and looked down, only to see you lying on the floor and being helped up by his younger sister. 

he burst into laughter, your face reddening even more in embarrassment. you glanced to the other pevensies, to see them all trying to hold down their laughter. especially the boy who made you trip in the first place. you sighed, exasperated.

“gosh, ed. if you’d told me your family were all just like you, i never would have agreed to come.” you mumbled, and at that comment, none of the pevensies could contain their laughter any longer. 

you rolled your eyes jokingly, but smiled all the same as the sound of edmund’s whining filled your ears. your eyes met peters, and despite the amusing expression on his face, he gave you a genuine smile.

you weren’t sure how he knew, but you heard edmund huff - only loud enough for you to hear, you were sure - before he began to shake his head, grumbling. 

“peter, would you mind showing her my room so she can change while i finish getting the snacks?” edmund asked, and you blinked in surprise. surely, he wasn’t doing what you knew he was? after a small questioning glance his way, he sent you a knowing look, before disappearing off into the kitchen.

peter stood, motioning for you to follow him. you did so, and only when you reached edmund’s room did you notice how awkward the silence lingering between the two of you had been. “thanks.” you said, and he nodded, turning to leave you. 

your heart dropped a bit, and you figured you might as well speak now rather than never. “you know..” you started, catching his attention. “from the way edmund speaks of you, i thought you’d be much more fun.” you pouted playfully, and you watched as peter’s entire demeanor changed.

“oh really? i didn’t expect my brother to speak so highly of me.” he fired back, and you smirked, leaning against the frame of edmund’s door.

“on occasion he does. though, now that you mention it, it is quite a rare occurrence.” you were having fun with this now, and peter seemed to think before slightly retreating backwards, his smirk falling to a frown.

“i hope he isn’t talking me up too much to his girlfriend.” he practically spat the last word, causing you to blink in thought. girlfriend? you took a minute to process, and suddenly everything made sense.

“-wait, do you think edmund and i are dating?!” your face morphed into one of mock disgust, and he frowned.

“you’re not?” his ears began to turn to a light pink shade, his confusion and embarrassment clear as day.

“no - he’s my best friend. i would trust him with my life if it came down to it, but i don't think i could ever see him as anything more than that.” you told him truthfully, and peter seemed to contemplate this for a moment.

“well, that’s good to know i suppose. makes me feel better.” he responded thoughtfully, and you quirked a brow.

“why’s that make you feel better exactly?” you quipped, and he smirked.

“i would’ve felt terrible fancying my brother’s girlfriend.” he winked, and without another word, turned and left you standing in edmund’s doorway, your thoughts running wild. you were sure by now you were blushing madly, and heard footsteps thundering up the steps shortly after.

“y/n, what the hell is taking you so long?” edmund huffed, and upon seeing your red cheeks and distant expression, he gave you a look. “hurry up, my brother isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. i’m sure you’ll get in his pants before you know it.” your jaw dropped open, and you reached inside his room, grabbing the nearest object - which happened to be a book - and throwing it at his head.

“it is a miracle i haven’t killed you yet, edmund pevensie.” you stated, going to close his bedroom door to finally change your drink-stained shirt.

“yes, yes. you love me. now hurry up, you’re taking forever.” you stuck your tongue out at him, and shut the door fully, a smile present on your face as you changed your clothes.

this wasn’t exactly the holiday season you were expecting, but you were suddenly very happy with how things turned out, and you were excited to see what would come next of your stay at the pevensie household. you did know one thing for sure - this was going to be a break you would remember forever, and you couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would have in store.

lonely [e.p]

word count: 1.8k

pairing: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: a lot of angst, sappy edmund.

a/n: shitty ending - sorry.

request: Hi, I’m wondering if it’s ok if I can request an Edmund x reader? Perhaps reader had entered Narnia and has been there for a while, but they began to feel lost and begins to think they have no purpose in Narnia. Edmund catches them sitting somewhere alone, just reminiscing their past before entering the magical world while humming a lullaby from Home then he starts talking with them. You can write whatever you feel comfortable doing. Srry if I was too picky. Thanks & peace and love💖☮️ (requested by anon)

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you sat in the gardens of the castle, on a bench placed next to the intricate fountain that complimented the assortment of greenery that surrounded you. you were deep in thought, a frown etched on your face, not a single trace of happiness found in your expression. you were tired of being a waste of space.

back in england, you were a nobody. you were a number amongst the crowd of children. no friends at school, no siblings. sure, there was the occasional person who took pity on you and chatted for awhile, but they never stuck. 

your parents were never around - your father was fighting in the war, and your mother missed him so much, she was either always out with friends to distract herself, or drinking away her sorrows. you were alone, in every sense of the word.

until one day, you had hope that would change.

you’d been walking home from school one day, when you decided you were feeling adventurous and took the long way home. you were walking through a park, which at this time, was nearly empty, save for the old couple strolling around casually. you were crossing the small bridge when you heard splashing in the water, and you looked over the edge of the bridge, only to see the water shoot up and engulf you completely.

you suddenly felt your weight being lifted, and your eyes shot open, only to see you fully submerged in a body of water. you swam to the surface, confusion washing over you when you saw that you were no longer at the park, but on a beach. one you had never seen before. 

confusedly, you swam to the shore, only to be met with an even more beautiful view. atop the hills, an extravagant castle sat perched above the waters, and your awe was quick to turn to confusion. where the hell were you?

the sound of rushed hooves against the sand snapped you out of your thoughts, and you cowered upon seeing the target destination was none other than yourself. you froze as the horse slowed to a stop, turning so that the rider could get a good look at you. 

you took in a sharp breath as the boy looked you up and down, and frowned. he looked about your age, and boy, was he gorgeous. a mop of messy raven hair dripping small droplets of water every few seconds, beautiful brown eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sun and clothing that seemed perfectly tailored to his body type.

“you’re a human.” he stated, and you had never been more confused in your life. had you hit your head? you didn’t remember, but surely it was possible - you must’ve been dreaming. you saw the boy looked expectantly at you, and he quirked a brow at you. you swallowed thickly, a sudden sinking feeling swarming you.

“are you not?” you quipped, trying to sound confident and failing miserably. he sighed, muttering something under his breath. he looked around him, and upon seeing you two were the only ones on the beach, his eyes widened and realization seemed to wash over him.

“did you- did you come out of the ocean?” he asked, and you only nodded slowly in response. he sucked in a breath, before reaching a hand out to you. “come with me.” he all but demanded, and you were too scared to deny his authoritative tone. it wasn’t like you have anywhere else to go - and besides, it was only a dream. right?

wrong. turns out, you definitely weren’t dreaming. narnia was very real. shortly after you’d mounted the boy’s steed, he’d taken you to the beautiful castle - cair paravel, he’d called it - to meet his siblings. you found out he was a king, ruling alongside his sisters and his brother, the high king. they had told you the stories of their lives prior to narnia, and told you of their time here.

“aslan is the true king of narnia,” peter explained, a distant smile on his face, reminiscing the days spent with the great lion. “he controls who comes in and out of this world. he brought us here to help with the war against the white witch.” you listened intently, hanging onto his every word. 

“if aslan brought you here, he must have a reason. no one comes here without a purpose.” he smiled kindly at you, and for once, you were hopeful you’d found somewhere you belonged.

that was months ago, however, and you had not since met aslan, nor found any purpose for your stay in the beautiful land. you promised yourself you wouldn’t force your place in cair paravel, though it was getting harder and harder each passing day to ignore the pang of guilt in your chest. 

the pevensies were some of the kindest people you’d ever met, and were very patient with you. they considered you a friend; or so they’d told you. you didn’t know how honest that was, though you’d appreciated the sentiment.

truth was, friend or not, you did not belong in the castle. the pevensies were siblings, close as could be, and though they considered you just as much royal as themselves, you were not. they had duties, and were constantly chatting about them - you typically sitting in silence as they conversed happily. 

you may have been a ‘daughter of eve’ as they’d claimed - which in their eyes made you their equal - but to yourself, you were still just a waste of space. and that’s all you’d ever be.

you had had enough on this particular night, and decided to distance yourself. you skipped dinner, instead spending the night gazing lovingly at the beautiful narnian sky. you figured they wouldn’t miss you too much; they were only nice because they felt they had to be. 

why would anyone willingly be friends with you? it’s never happened before, so why should you believe this time was any different?

a defeated sigh escaped your lips, you leaning forward to bury your face in your hands. you peaked through your fingers, looking up at the sky. “aslan, if you’re out there..” you began to whisper, feeling very vulnerable. “could you just give me some sort of sign? some reason for being here..” your voice cracked, and a tear slipped down your cheek. you let the tears flow freely after that, no longer caring.

little did you know, one of the pevensie siblings had missed your presence at dinner, and had immediately set off to find you, a small basket of food for you held tightly in his grasp. he had never seen you skip a meal, and he was worried. 

he had searched the entire castle, he was sure, until he caught sight of the beautiful red gown susan had lent you blowing softly in the slight narnian breeze. a relieved smile took over his expression as he stepped outside, but he frowned as he heard your broken voice speaking freely into the wind. 

he hadn’t meant to intrude, or hear your words. but he had - and his heart panged at the thought of you feeling so alone.

when he’d heard you start to cry, he sucked in a deep breath, and made himself known. he very slowly approached you, careful not to startle you in this state. he lowered himself gently onto the bench next to you, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence when you felt comfortable.

you felt the weight of the bench shift, and you had a sinking feeling you knew exactly who it was. you didn’t even bother trying to stop your crying at this point, he already saw you like this. 

“you don’t have to stay you know.” you sniffled, shifting so you were turned away from him. you felt his intense gaze on you, and you sighed, wiping stray tears. “i know you’re here because you pity me. not because you care.” you muttered, your breath beginning to even out.

edmund sat shocked by your statements, blinking rapidly in an effort to process them. “you think really think that we- that i don’t care?” he asked, his eyes and tone disbelieving. you flinched slightly at his shock, and cowered back into yourself. 

“y/n, look at me.” he said gently, and despite your better judgement, you listened and did as told. his eyes were gazing fiercely into your own, trying to convey his honesty through to you. “i have never lied to you about our friendship. i genuinely enjoy your company, as do my siblings. you belong here, y/n. i don’t care if you think so or not. sometimes aslan doesn’t always make things crystal clear - though he knows what he’s doing. he doesn’t make mistakes.” 

you smiled sadly, his words comforting you, though you still had doubts. it wasn’t edmund’s fault, you’d spent so many years alone it was your initial instinct.

“if anything,” edmund spoke again, though he seemed to hesitate. “i’m glad you were brought here.” he avoided your gaze at these words, though you were sure he could sense your questioning gaze. 

“you know, i don’t exactly fit in with my siblings. i’ve made mistakes, y/n. when i was younger, i did some really stupid things and put them in danger. they tell me they’ve forgiven me, but i still haven’t forgiven myself. they’ll always see me as a traitor. you being here, however, has made me feel less lonely than i have in years. so if anything, i have aslan to thank. i needed you, and i didn’t even know it until i had you.”

you were speechless. you had no idea he’d felt that way, and suddenly, your worries melted away. edmund cared about you, a lot. and you cared for him just as much. in the spur of emotions, you very quickly leaned forward, tugging his chin to face you and pressing your lips to his without warning. he hesitated, causing you to panic slightly, before you felt him returning the kiss and grasping your hips gently.

you pulled away, burying your head in his chest as you pulled him into a tight hug. you felt his arms slowly wrap around you, and felt him let out a shaky breath. “i need you too.” you whispered, and he gently rested his chin atop your head.

the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the feeling of each other’s arms wrapped around the other. for once, the two of you felt complete. for a moment, you were no longer the invisible girl from london, and he was no longer the king with the dark past. you were simply two people, filling the gaping hole of loneliness in each other’s hearts.

and for once in your life, you felt like you had found your purpose.

traitor [p.p]

word count: 1.2k

pairing: pansy parkinson x fem!reader

warnings: a lot of angst, death

a/n: i changed the request just a teeny bit, i hope its okay!

request: Hi, i really love your writing and i was wondering if you could write a Pansy x f!reader When they are in the hogwarts battle when Voldemort announces that Harry is dead and reader is one of the only Slytherin-owned who has stood against the Death Eaters. She tries to bring Pansy to her side, but ends up being called a traitor by belatrix and ends up being killed by the same during the battle, having as a last action saying I love you to Pansy. ( requested by @forgetmenotsworld )

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this was not how things were supposed to end. harry was supposed to kill voldemort, and things were supposed to go back to a peaceful world, where you didn’t have to jump at every creak in the floorboards, scared you were going to be attacked. everything you’d done was supposed to be justified - because he won.

you stood absolutely distraught at the sight in front of you. you heard the screams in celebration of the death eaters, knowing full well that your family and the families of your best friends stood among them. 

“harry potter is dead!” you heard vaguely, though you began to drone out the sounds around you as realization dawned on you.

you were never going to get that perfect life you wanted with pansy, because harry was dead. along with him went any hope of your freedom. the dark lord was going to rise and take over the wizarding world. and you were expected to follow.

you and pansy had been together since your fifth year, through everything you acted side-by-side. you were each other’s rocks. from helping each other through the tasks assigned by the dark lord and your parents, to the constant glares you got from other houses. the hardest and simplest times, you’d been through it all together - and that was what made any of it somewhat okay.

you thought you were on the same page always - together until the end, as you’d always say to her. she would always repeat your words with confidence, because you always hoped for a better life.

now, all hope gone, you were simply scared. pansy had always been one to give into fear, especially when it came down to risking the lives of those she loved. if there was one thing that scared her the most, it was losing her family - or worse - losing you.

draco had warned her before the battle began, and the words echoed in her head. 

“don’t do anything stupid, pansy. you know what he’s capable of - he won’t hesitate to kill anyone. especially not her. he shows no mercy, and you need to do what he says.” his voice cracked at his own words, and that was when pansy had realized; he was just as scared as she was. if not more.

so when lucius and narcissa began to coax draco over to them, pansy was not surprised at the way he obediently did as told. she looked over at you, whose expression had visibly dropped into one of shock. 

she opened her mouth to comfort you, but no words came out. she couldn’t comfort you now, because you both knew what was going to happen next. there was nothing comforting about it.

“pansy.” she heard, and her world froze. she slowly turned, to meet the eyes of her father burning holes through her. “come. now.” he all but demanded, and she gulped nervously. she felt your heavy gaze on her, and her heart tore in half. 

her eyes traveled to draco, whose expression was pleading her to listen. it was this or you would die, she reminded herself. taking a shaky breath, she refused to look at you as she stepped out onto the field, ignoring the disappointed gazes of her peers.

you thought you were shocked when draco gave in without a fight. but pansy? you thought she knew better. your mind was racing, and you barely felt the tears that began rolling down your cheeks as you pushed through the crowd, grabbing her arm. 

“pansy - don’t do this.” you pleaded, and your heart broke even more when she turned to face you, her expression holding no emotion.

“i have to.” she stated, but you knew her - and you knew how hard she was trying to hold up a brave front. you stepped forward, reaching a hand out to cup her cheek. she leaned against it, closing her eyes. “please don’t make this harder than it has to be. just come with me, and we can both be safe.”

“i can’t fight with him. stay with me - we can fight for the right side. we can make up for some of the fucked up shit we’ve done. i love you-” you started, but you were cut off by a loud, wicked cackle that echoed through the deathly silent courtyard. you and pansy stepped apart, a bit taken aback by the horrid sound. your eyes followed the source, only to see bellatrix skipping happily over to you.

pansy wanted to desperately to step out in front of you, stop whatever was going to happen. she made a motion to move, but she felt her body lock as bellatrix yelled a simple “stupefy!” and laughed maniacally. 

pansy could see and hear everything that was happening, but couldn’t do anything to stop it, and she felt her heart crack as bellatrix dragged her wand against your chin. you stood tall, but even from her position on the ground, she knew you were scared.

bellatrix circled you, like an animal waiting to attack its prey. you felt her wand gently running along your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “looky what we’ve got here.” she purred, and you sucked in a breath as she stepped away from you, facing you directly. 

“a traitor! how exciting - i mean, what a shame..” she spoke sarcastically, and a wicked smile crawled onto her face.

“there’s only one way to handle people like yourself.” she whispered, so only you could hear. “and everyone is going to watch.” she turned to face the crowd of students, all watching with bated breaths. 

“this is what happens to those of you who don’t listen to the dark lord. may this girl serve as a reminder.” she turned to you, and without hesitation, screamed the last words you’d ever hear. “avada kedavra!”

pansy watched in pain as you dropped to the ground, unable to move. finally, bellatrix lifted her spell from pansy’s body, and she crawled over to your lifeless figure, clinging to you desperately. 

“no no no” she repeated, cradling you to her chest. “i love you too, y/n. what happened to together until the end? please, please come back. i can’t do this without you.” she muttered, sobs wracking her body. 

bellatrix had launched off into a speech about treachery, though pansy paid no mind. you were gone.

she felt a pair of strong arms lift her away from you, and she kicked and screamed in a feeble attempt to get back to you. “shh, pans. i’ve got you.” draco whispered, and pansy finally felt the weakness hit her as she went limp in his arms, allowing him to bring her to her parents’ side. pansy turned abruptly, latching onto draco as she cried.

it had felt like her whole world had come crashing down, you were the only thing that kept her sane and now, you were dead. she was alone, and hopeless. 

she saw movement from the corner of her eye, and suddenly harry was alive - and battle broke out. something in her snapped, and she wiped her tears with a newfound determination. ‘this one’s for you, y/n.’ she thought, sucking in a sharp breath and running to help her fellow hogwarts students.

she was going to fight for what was right, for the life you have always dreamed of - or she would die trying.

hello! how's your day been?

good actually! gonna sit down now and try to write an imagine or two, thank u so much for asking! <3

pumpkins [g.w]

word count: 1.7k

pairing: george weasley x reader

warnings: a tad bit of angst but its me so nothing new

a/n: i rarely right harry potter anymore so i wrote this immediately, and i love it ok.

request: could I request a George weasley imagine where it’s halloween and the reader and him are in a relationship and they’re carving pumpkins? thanks!! ( requested by anon )

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*italics are a memory.*

you loved everything about the fall season. the aesthetic of it all filled you with a certain warmth and comfort.

your favourite part of it all, however, was halloween. making your own and seeing everyone’s costumes, the delicious treats, the amazing hogwarts feast; every aspect of it was perfect, in your eyes.

after having had grown up with muggle parents, it was one of the few traditions that transferred over to the wizarding world. sure, there were a few differences, but for the most part, it made you more at home.

there was only one part of muggle halloween you couldn’t experience at hogwarts, and that was sitting down with your loved ones and hand-carving pumpkins. in the wizarding world, with a flick of their wrist, they could have whatever they wanted engraved in the vegetable without going through the large mess. for you, it seemed to ruin the fun, but you supposed that was only because you’d grown up doing it the hard way.

the only people you’d told of your traditions, were your boyfriend george and his brother, fred. and it didn’t go as well as you’d hoped.

“hey guys.” you huffed, plopping down into the seat next to fred, and across from george. they exchanged a confused glance, before looking back to you.

“what's up with you?” fred asked, digging into his breakfast. your eyes flitted around at the floating jack-o-lanterns littering the great hall. their gazes followed, though they didn’t speak.

“it’s just, when i was a kid, my family and i had this tradition of carving pumpkins. i miss it, that’s all.” you spoke dazedly, your eyes trained upwards.

“we can carve pumpkins here, if you want!” fred suggested, holding up his wand with a grin. you shook your head.

“not like that! like, scooping out the guts! and using stencils - drawing out what you want to carve, and then cutting into it with a knife!” you smiled excitedly, only to meet the confused faces of your friends.

“why in merlin’s name would you want to do that?” george peeped, tilting his head in confusion.

“well, i- i dunno. it’s fun!” you tried, and he didn’t reply. you looked (a bit desperately) at fred, who only shrugged.

“sorry, y/n. i’m with george on this one - i don’t get it. it seems like a bit of a waste of time, if i’m being honest.” he smiled apologetically, but you barely saw it as you were already standing up and gathering your things. “wait, where are you going?”

you turned away from them, refusing to show how upset you really were. “i’m not hungry. i’m sorry for bothering you - it was stupid.” before they could reply, you were already exiting the great hall, leaving the people you cared so much about staring guiltily at each other.

you hadn’t seen the twins since your interaction at breakfast. you tried to understand where they were coming from, having grown up in a world completely different to your own - but you wished they would’ve done the same and tried to understand, for your sake. you wanted to calm down before seeing them, and you’ve been avoiding them for hours now, though they didn’t seem to be making too much of an effort to try to talk to you.

sure, they had come to apologize to you, though when you showed no sign of accepting, they left you alone.

it hurt. you would’ve hoped they cared about you enough to at least try to get you to forgive them more than once. you had vented to your best friend angelina for awhile about what happened and how you were feeling. you spoke for a decent amount of time before she told you she had something to do and you didn’t want to hold her up, giving her a quick hug and waving her off politely.

you tried to push the thought of the twins out of your head. you decided you weren’t going to let this ruin one of your favourite times of year.

you forced a smile, and grabbed your broom. you figured if anything, enjoying time outside in the beautiful autumn weather was going to cheer you up. and you loved flying, deciding that it would be a nice way to clear your head.

angelina waited until you were well on your way to the pitch before she returned to the common room, finding fred and george sulking on the sofa. “nice going idiots. you’ve done it this time.” she sassed, and the two boys looked at her ludicrously. “luckily for you though, i have an idea.” an evil smirk creeped up on her lips, and fred and george looked at each other nervously, but agreed.

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you weren’t sure how long you’d been out on the pitch, but by the time you had made it back to your dorm to change, everyone had already headed to the great hall for dinner. you quickly threw on your robes and followed suit, slipping in quietly. you looked for angelina, seeing her sitting alone. you smiled as you approached her, nodding in acknowledgement.

you two chatted casually, but you couldn’t help but glance down the table, looking for your favourite gingers. “say, where are fred and george?” you asked, furrowing your brows. angelina shrugged, and you sighed. you hoped they weren’t skipping a meal for you; it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time george had pulled something like that for you, because he wanted to give you space - which you thought was the dumbest thing he could’ve done.

dinner ended quickly, and you were about to head to the common room when angelina paused. you looked at her questioningly, and she grabbedyour wrist and pulling you to a clearing, away from the wave of students heading back to their common rooms. “i just remembered, fred and george were setting up a prank on trelawney, and asked if i could grab something for them. do you mind if we go to the kitchens?” you shrugged, you never turned down a trip to the kitchens.

you both hid behind a wall, waiting for the many hufflepuff students to file into their dorm for the night. when you bid it was safe, you discreetly tickled the pear on the painting and stepped into the kitchens.

what met your gaze almost brought you to tears.

fred and george stood proudly holding up carving knives and various stencils, with bowls and scoops strawn perfectly around the table. you opened your mouth to speak, but couldn't find your voice. angelina pushed you forward gently, and you wordlessly walked over to george, who had an apologetic expression on his face. “you did this? but i.. huh?” you stuttered, and his smile only brightened at your shock.

“i know this is cheesy, and that we were incredibly rude earlier,” he paused, and you let out a weak chuckle. “but we didn’t give you a chance - and we thought maybe if you were up for it, you’d show us what the fun is all about?” he smiled cheekily, but you saw the nerves behind his words. you didn’t reply, but you took a step forward, engulfing him in a tight hug, which he quickly returned.

“you suck, george weasley.” you muttered into his chest, and felt vibrations run through you as he laughed at your words. you slowly released the hug, shoving him playfully. “that’s for earlier.” he opened his mouth to retort, but you quickly leaned up and connected your lips in a small peck. “and that’s for all of this.” you said, softly. you both smiled, you gently taking his hand in yours and tugging him towards the table.

“so, how do we do this exactly?” angelina asked, looking at the various tools laid out in front of you all. 

you smiled, and pulled out a knife. “well, first you cut a hold in the top of the pumpkin, so you can clear it out-”

three hours and countless laughs later, you all had made the biggest mess the kitchen had probably ever seen, and you had each finished a pumpkin. fred and george took the liberty of having a contest to see who could make the scarier carving, and you and angelina stuck with generic designs. you had used the stencils george and fred had found - you weren’t even going to question where they got those, by the way - and were extremely happy with the final product.

you turned to george and fred, a smirk on your face. “still think it's as pointless as it seems?” you teased, and you watched as simultaneously, they rubbed the back of their necks, awkwardly.

“well, actually, that was much more enjoyable than i would’ve thought..” mumbled fred, and angelina smacked him in the chest. “ow!” he shrieked, and before he could react, she had grabbed a handful of pumpkin guts, and thrown it his way. he gasped as the slimy substance hit his clothes, and quickly retaliated. she, however, had dodged the attack, and it instead had hit you.

fred’s mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you smirked evilly, you and angelina locking eye contact and making a silent agreement before you both took a handful of goop, launching it at fred and george. 

you had fought until there was nothing left in the bowls you had so nicely put the contents in, and you all looked around in hysterics as you noticed that you had managed to get pumpkin everywhere.

you called over a house elf, and apologetically asked if they could clean up the pumpkin guts and tools, and her gaze widened as she saw the amount of pumpkin everywhere. still, she gladly cleaned everything but your carved pumpkins with a snap of her fingers, and collected the dishes to return them to their usual places. you thanked her kindly, and shook your head at your friends.

that night, the four of you snuck your pumpkins down to hagrid’s hut, hiding them amongst the extremely large pumpkins he grew during the season. 

you’d left him a small note under his doorstep, and with the help of the marauder’s map, you successfully weaved your way through the school, back to the safety of the common room without being caught. you all bid eachother goodnight, and you all washed off before getting into beds, content.

maybe it wasn’t the tradition you were used to, but something told you that wasn’t going to be the last time you were going to be carving pumpkins with the weasley twins. maybe you’d just made a new tradition.

and to you, this was just one more reason to love the autumn season.

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