Save And Win, Win And Save, You Can Become The Greatest Hero

It had been ten years since the war ended. Ten years since you’ve seen George Weasley.

You always called him your “one that got away”, back in school you were friendly, but during your sixth year together you had grown close. To everyone else it seemed inevitable that you two would end up together, yet it never had the chance to grow, as the twins took off to start their joke shop the next year. Any would be romance between you was effectively smothered to death by the distance.

And then the war. The war provided the last nail in the coffin for that romance. All your time being spent in hiding and providing aid to those in need.

It had been ten years since Fred had died. And during that time, you joined the muggle world again, trying to find yourself. You had heard George had started a relationship with Fred’s ex-girlfriend Angelina. That it had moved too quick for it to be healthy for either of them, but it ended soon after their daughter Roxanne had been born, the pair separating amicably. Or so you’ve heard from your friends who keep tabs on that kind of stuff. Not that you kept up with his life, or so you like to tell yourself.

And now you stand in front of George, a different version of the man you had once known so well. He had aged significantly, though you’re sure losing a brother and having a kid will do that to one. You could see a streak of white in his hair, bringing together this new look for him. He was like a bottle of old wine, only getting better with age.

Awkwardly, you make small talk. Then you start joking. And for a brief bit of time, everything feels alright. You see George laughing like he used to do in school, when you’d sneak into the kitchen and steal the left over pastry’s and gossip about what happened in class that day. There’s still that same sadness in his eyes, but through the cracks you can see that recognizable light.

Things may not be the same as they were back in Hogwarts, but that isn’t what you both need now. Perhaps, it’s better that you both find what a relationship could be now that you’ve both grown.

everyone is in love with marinette for her selflessness and her ability to get smooshed like a bug literally whenever

maybe i was born to read fanfic and obsess over fictional men idk

shouto always facetimes you when he's wearing a suit even if he has nothing to actually say, so one afternoon when you answer his incoming call and are greeted by the sight of his buttoned-down and lapelled chest, your face immediately feels hot.

"shouto?" you ask, your voice infuriatingly flustered even though you had tried your very best to choke it back. "what's up?"

and then he tilts the camera back up to its usual position—a little too high, so really it's just the bridge of his nose, his eyes, and the top of his head left at the very bottom of the screen. and simply he goes: "i'm wearing a suit."

"i can see that," you reply, resisting the urge to drag your hand down your face—equal parts frustrated and horrifically endeared to your boyfriend's familiar antics. "is that the reason you called?"

"i know you like when i wear them so i wanted to call and show you."

Me with you guys simping over hot men

i miss himmmmmm

george weasley u own my heart

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

everybody shut up and let me be emotional about this stupid superhero story PLEASE.

Respectfully I could fix them ALL if I had the chance and love them the way they need to be loved. My only type is silver-haired broken assholes and dark-haired charismatic beauties

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