Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire: Rita Skeeter & Harry Potter

(48 Hours) Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

*Smut Warning*(Teasing, slight degradation, unprotected sex, male/female receiving, some toys, squirting, threesome, cursing, begging, dirty talk)

Background: While spending the holiday break with the Weasleys’, Fred and George decide it’s the perfect time for you to be a test subject for their latest item at Weasley Wizard Wheezes. A/n: This is a late Christmas gift, and if you don’t celebrate, just a gift. Also I’m working on my requests, I promise I didn’t forget!🤍

“Ginny! Mum says dinner is ready!” Ron called through his sisters shut door. Hermione sat on the edge of Ginnys bed as I studied myself in the mirror.

“Finally,” Ginny sighed in relief. Hermione followed behind her.

“Coming, y/n?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a sec,” she nodded, going down the stairs. I brought a dainty, gold necklace around my neck, fumbling with the clasp. I heard a knock at the door frame and saw two tall, toned boys. Fred and George.

“Need help?” George offered. He gently brushed my hair that laid against my back over my shoulder. His calloused fingers tickled my warm skin. I held my hair and turned my head seeing Fred leaning against the wall. He watched curiously, and I smiled warmly at him, he returned happily.

“Thank you, George,” I put a hand on his shoulder and felt myself blush. He beamed with a silent you’re welcome.

“You trust us, right, y/n?” Fred shoved his hands in his pockets coming closer.

“Sometimes, I guess,” I giggled, confused.

“Well, you know how we started that new line of products?” George reminded. Of course, the new line of products. The twins had first showed me before we left for the Burrow at Hogwarts only a few days ago. Much to my surprise, they were not pranks or treats, they were toys. Certainly not kids ones. The memory of Fred pulling out a vibrator and George pulling out a butt plug sent a shock to my core.

“Yes, I remember you showed me,” I felt my face get hot, the two boys smirked.

“Well there’s one thing we didn’t show you,” Fred stepped closer. I began having to crane my neck to look at him—his brother too.

“And what would that be,” I spoke intoxicatingly to Fred, my eyes flickered to George who was taking something out of his pocket.

“This,” he held up a little box with a pink pill enclosed in it. “It’s this little pill. We haven’t come up with a name for because we’re not sure if people would like it.”

“So you want me to decide if I like it?” I furrowed my eyebrows, reaching out to examine the product from George’s big hand.

“There’s a few things to know first, for one thing it’s going to make you awfully horny. Second it’s-,” I cut Fred off swiftly.

“Don’t think I can handle being horny?” I frowned at them, faking disappointment.

“Darling, don’t think this is going to be easy,” George said. “You’re our test subject, you follow us.”

Fred nodded in agreement with his brother, “So, you know what that means?”

“What?” Now I really frowned disappointedly. I thought I’d be able to do whatever I wanted.

“No touching,” Fred stated. My eyes widened.

“But Fred! I can’t do that,” I complained. He looked at George and exchanged grins.

“Don’t worry, we’ll help you out. It only last forty eight hours,” George sounded quite excited.

“Forty eight hours?” My eyes got wider.

“It’s two days, y/n. We’ll make it up to you on the last day,” Fred promised putting his large hands on my shoulders. My heart leaped at this offer, not only will Fred make it up to me, Fred and George will. Plus I wanted to help them, their business was one of the most important things to them. I did trust them enough to do this for them, they certainly did too.

“Okay, deal,” I opened up the pill, swallowing it with a glass of water from Ginnys desk.

“It should kick in early tomorrow morning,” Fred said leading me out of the room with his hand on the small of my back. ***

“Okay, I’ll see you guys later,” I jumped up from my card game with Ginny and Hermione, they looked at me puzzled.

“Are you okay? You’ve been jumpy since we finished dinner,” Ginny pointed out.

“And your face has been flushed too,” Hermione added. “Are you sure you not sick?”

“Of course not! I’m fine, really,” I reassured them.

Of course I wasn’t. I didn’t know if it was the pill or me, but I felt extremely eager and impatient. Ron and Harry haven’t noticed as they were deeply involved in a Wizards Chess game where for the first time, Harry seemed to be beating him. Fred and George, however, were more than aware glancing at me every so often from their conversation.

“Come on, y/n, we’ll help you,” George put an arm around my shoulder, Fred lead the way holding my hand. Ginny looked at me suspiciously, and I shrugged. The boys led me to my room, setting me on my bed.

“Is it working?” George studied me. “Or is it just anticipation?”

“I don’t know…” I felt distracted, maybe I was just anticipating what was to happen starting tomorrow morning. I looked at Fred for an answer, who seemed to have one. He bit his lip to hide a mischievous smile.

“Okay, tell me if this feels good,” Fred let his hand travel up my thigh. His fingers moved my pajama shorts to the side along with my underwear. I felt his middle and index finger run itself across my slit. My breath hitched in my throat, and I let out a soft moan.

“Yeah?” Fred looked at me with his fingers pressed against my clit. George had moved to sit next to me, tucking a hair behind my ear.

“Yes, please more,” I asked Fred.

“Sorry, angel, not tonight,” he removed his fingers fixing my shorts. He rubbed my thigh sympathetically. “You’re so wet and sensitive too.”

I looked at George pleadingly, all he did was return his brothers same answer with a shake of his head.

“We’ll see you in the morning, y/n,” George kissed my temple before getting up.

“And remember, no touching,” Fred was still knealt in front of me, he held my hand and kissed it.

“Okay, I won’t,” I sighed. The loss of contact and the ache between my legs were going to drive me mad. Fred and George left leaving me desperate and horny. It was going to be a long night of tossing and turning. I pressed my thighs together, attempting to fall asleep.***

I awoke to the sound of the clock beside me ticking. It read 7:30. Merlin it was too early to even be up. I turned onto my side and sighed. I felt no different than I had last night. I could feel just how wet I was, and the dull ache in my cunt pulsed. I heard a knock at my door, who was even up now?

“Morning,” George poked his head in. I could see he only had a pair of flannel pants on, his flaming hair was messy, but perfect. His v lines were quite noticeable as well from how low his pants sat. Even one long vein poked out beneath his skin on his lower stomach which led to his cock.

“George!” I exclaimed sitting up immediately.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you be so excited to see me,” George chuckled. He came in shutting the door behind him. He moved over the bed to sit next to me.

“Yeah right, I’m always excited to see you,” I protested. I had the strongest urge to just touch him, for my hands to roam his freckled abs and strong arms. I leaned against him instead, shoulder to shoulder.

George looked down at me with a raised eyebrow, “Okay, y/n.” He pretended to give in, deep down knowing he was right in this debate.

I let out a sigh and put my head on his shoulder. My legs haven’t stopped moving, I kept shifting next to him. I really was becoming impatient and now that the pill really kicked in, I was in for a long two days. George put his hand on my thigh and squeezed. The veins in his forearms and hands protruded out.

“You know why I’m here, y/n,” George wasn’t really asking, more like telling me.

“Not to say morning?” I stared at his hand lost in thoughts.

“Of course but a little more than that,” George looked down at my eyes fixed on his hand. I blinked and bit my lip trying to hold back from throwing myself at him. I felt his brown eyes on me taking every inch of me in.

“I came to check on you,” George used his free hand to push my legs open more. With the hand on my thigh, he cupped my throbbing cunt, rubbing lightly. “I wanted to see how your pretty, little pussy was feeling.

I seemingly melted at his touch, finally getting relief. I groaned loudly, pulling George’s face towards my own.

“Georgie, please, I’m so wet,” I felt like crying if I had to wait any longer. George smirked, feeling like he’d won. He kissed me letting my lip between his teeth. I moaned into his mouth as he slipped his hand in and began circles on my clit.

“Gotta be quiet now, darling,” George watched me as I whimpered watching his hand in my shorts. “Can’t wake anyone up, especially Fred.”

It wasn’t very long before I felt myself needing to cum. It was strong and the pleasure on my clit felt more than good. I leaned closer into to George. He kept my leg open with one hand while the other played with my pussy. He whispered praises into my ear, pressing open mouthed kisses along my neck.

“Fuck, George,” my eyes shut tightly and I held onto to arm. “I’m gonna c-cum.”

“Hold it for me, baby,” George met my lips with his. I weakly kissed him back, my body felt like going limp.

“I-I can’t,” I felt tears poking at my eyes. George continued to do circles on the sensitive bud of nerves. I tried to shut my legs tightly, doing everything I could to listen to George.

“Come on, be a good girl,” George cooed in my ear. At the last second before I was close to giving up, George stopped his actions and pulled his hand from my shorts.

“What- no, George!” I pulled onto his hand to make him resume my pleasure. He was too strong, I barely made any difference.

“Shh it’s alright,” George stroked my hair and pulled me into him tightly. “Blimey, you really are desperate.”

“It was your stupid product,” I glared at him, he laughed at me teasingly.

“I know, I know. You’re doing so well,” George kissed me proudly. “Now, let’s see how it feels to cum, yeah?”

“Please,” I spoke into his chest.

George put his hands on the sides of my hips pulling my shorts and underwear down. He absentmindedly massaged my lower stomach as I grinded on nothing. I just wanted to cum.

“Patience, love,” George got up from beside me and got in front of me. I got rid of the clothes around my thighs. He patted my inner thighs, my skin was on fire.

“Open those gorgeous legs for me,” I obliged to George, moving to open myself up to him and bending me knees.

“You probably taste as good as you look,” George pinched my clit, grinning.

“Don’t wait too long to find out, George,” I warned. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, I felt his breath ticking my pussy making me squirm. George leaned in, grinning against me. I felt his tongue lap at my arousal as he pulled my clit between his teeth. I was already feeling close since George had already gotten me halfway there earlier.

“Yes! R-right there,” I arched my back and held onto George’s messy, red hair. I couldn’t even control the moans slipping from my lips.

“Hold still, I’m not going anywhere,” George put his hands on my hips and held me down tightly.

“B-but I’m so c-close,” my toes curled in pleasure as I felt myself dangerously close to cumming in George’s mouth.

“I know, cum for me,” George licked at me continuously and harder. He switched between teasing my entrance and sucking on my clit. Each time he did so, I moaned his name loudly. He took notice to this and kept doing it. “I wanna taste you, darling.”

“Fuck, George,” I came bucking my hips into to him. I fell back on the bed, my eyes closed in pleasure as dirty moans and curses filled the room. George helped me ride out my orgasm, licking up the cum that dripped to my thighs. He hummed coming up to pull me into him.

“Good girl, y/n,” he kissed me as he arms held me tightly around his waist. “You did so well.”

“Thank you, Georgie,” I giggled giving him a kiss. He cuddled me for a bit before the smell of bacon came into the room. Since I had woken up, less sunlight had poured into the room. I moved into George closer feeling a little bit colder.

“What time is it?” I rubbed my thumb on George’s hand. Our faces were close as we laid on the pillow.

George turned his head with his arms still wrapped around body, “Around 8:30. Fred should be up soon, and mums probably making us breakfast.”

“Good, I’m starving,” I sat up to move and get my shorts.

“I don’t think I am anymore,” George winked and laughed.

“You’re an arse, Weasley,” I laughed hitting him with a pillow.

“Shut up, you loved it,” George beat me to getting my shorts.

“Just a little,” I teased.

George slipped my shorts on while I sat on the bed. I got up for him to pull them to my hips, holding onto his shoulders.

“Ready?” George squeezed my ass making me jump, laughing.

“Come on, don’t make us late,” I opened the door, going down the stairs getting an even stronger smell of the breakfast Molly has made. Hermione and Ron were arguing about how the toast should be made, Ron of course only half listening.

“Honestly, Ronald, nobody eats toast that looks like it’s been cooked by a dragon,” Hermione picked it up from the plate putting it in his face.

“Well I do,” Ron snatched the toast from Hermiones hand and took a bite from it. It was burnt to no end and just about crumbled when Ron took a bite. His face writhed in disgust at the taste. Harry, Ginny, and I laughed as Ron hurried to spit it out and wash the taste out with pumpkin juice. I felt someone closely behind me and turned to see.

“What’s so funny?” Fred asked pulling my ass into his hips.

“Your brother can’t make toast,” I looked at Fred to try and tell him to watch what he’s doing.

“What else is new,” Fred laughed with the others. He had a bulge I could obviously feel against my backside. I could even feel it close to my clit as he just barely grinded into me.

“Good morning, I see,” Fred touched a spot on my neck, and I looked at him confused. He held a spoon up so I could see the reflection. George left a hickey on me from earlier.

“I couldn’t help it,” I tried not to sound embarrassed. I mean, it was only half my fault.

“Clearly George couldnt either,” Fred laughed. “And I can feel how wet you are.”

I blushed at Fred’s words, departing from him to get a glass from the cupboard. He pulled me back by my hand and leaned down to my ear.

“My turn later,” Fred spoke low. To the others it looked innocent but was far from it.

“Why not now?” I pouted to get to him.

“You know I’m holding back to fuck you over this counter. Don’t push me,” Fred growled.

“Aw, it really is a shame you can’t do anything about that bulge in your pants,” I pointed down at Fred, his eyes were darkening every second.

“I knew this pill could make you horny but not a fucking tease,” Fred was annoyed at my game, I laughed at him finding it comical, even though I’d really rather Fred fuck me over the counter.

“It’s not the pill, it’s just me Freddie,” I winked and went to sit down with Ginny and Hermione. I chewed on my waffles and laughed at a joke Ginny made. Hermione looked at me laughing and looked back down. Almost immediately she looked back up at me with a more serious face.

“Y/n is that a-,”Hermione leaned in closer to my neck.

“Hickey?” Harry and Ron finished Hermiones question, now very interested in the conversation.

“What, no,” I scoffed, laughing nervously. The twins pretended to be absolutely oblivious. If I said anything, even looked at them, my friends would know it was one of them.

“Y/n, we’re not stupid,” Ginny raised her eyebrow at me.

“It’s probably just a spider bite or something,” I covered the purple spot with my hand, and I heard one of the twins make a noise. I glared at them, probably blowing my cover.

“Yeah? And did the spider happen to have red hair?” Ginny started to pick up on what was happening.

“Probably tall too, 6’3 maybe?” Ron followed in on his sister while Hermione and Harry tried to hold back from bursting into laughter.

“It looks pretty big too, were there two spiders?” Harry added to the joke.

Fred and George looked amused, not even embarrassed. They were even trying to hold back from laughing.

“You guys are insufferable,” I got up to clean my plates. “I’m taking a shower.”

I walked up the stairs to the bathroom totally unfazed by the conversation downstairs. George’s help this morning didn’t last very long, and I was back to feeling distracted and only focused on one thing. I hoped when Fred said it was his turn later, it didn’t mean too much later. I turn the water on hot after I got a glimpse of snowfall outside the window. It felt nice, and I tried to relax as much as I could. When I heard a knock at the door, I was more alert than ever silently hoping it was Fred or George.

“What is it?” I called poking me head out behind the curtain.

“It’s Fred, can I co-,” I stopped Fred from finishing his sentence. I got out of the shower, not even bothering for a towel. When I opened the door, Fred’s eyes widened, and I pulled him in the bathroom.

“Woah, I can get used to this,” Fred pulled me into him letting his hands explore my wet, naked body.

“Freddie please, I’m so…,” I hid my face in the red heads hard chest. His shirt was basically soaked from my body, not to mention it was white too.

“So what?” Fred tilted my face to look at him again.

“Horny,” I whined, almost crying desperately.

“I wonder why,” Fred smiled.

“Fred, seriously. No jokes right now,” I started to undress him. “Please make me feel good.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Fred attached his lips to mine letting the bulge in his pants brush against my slit. I moaned into his mouth. Even the slightest bit of contact had me weak in the knees. I tugged down Fred’s pants, not bothering to remove my lips from his. He stepped out of them as I led him to the shower. I ground myself against his length, each time teasing my entrance.

“Not so fast, love,” Fred turned me around so my back was pressed against his stomach.

“Please Freddie, I need your cock,” I tried to turn and face him, but his hands on my hips kept me in place.

“I’ll decide tomorrow night if you can,” he smiled, taunting me. I blinked at him unsatisfied. “We’ll just have to work with what we have.”

Fred reached up for the shower head. The warm water that rained on our heads was now coming down my chest. Fred turned a dial, and the water pressure became higher. I looked up at him with my eyebrows furrowed.

“Fred, what’re- oh fuck!”

The shower head was brought down to my clit, the pressure sent a jolt of energy through my body making me collapse into Fred and grabbing hold of the shower wall. His strong arm held my waist as I leaned into him.

“Feels so good, baby, doesn’t it?” Fred whispered sweet and dirty nothings into my ear as I became a mess around him. “Tell me how much it does.”

“Fuck, Freddie!” My arm snaked around his neck and pulled him into kiss me. “Feels s-so good!”

Fred kissed up my neck, leaving a similar purple mark on my neck. I didn’t even care, I was so close to cumming, and Fred wasn’t even the one really doing it. I could barely hold myself up, Fred took notice to this using the opportunity to tease me.

“You can’t even hold yourself up,” Fred laughed holding the shower head closer. “You’d like to cum, wouldn’t you, y/n?”

“Fred, please, y-yes!” I held onto his wrist keeping the pressure of the water in one spot. I bent over slightly screaming in pleasure. “Oh-fuck…ahh!”

I felt myself tighten around nothing, and my legs shook from my orgasm. Fred held his arm around me tightly. He left open mouth kisses around my neck and my collarbone. My hand tangled in his red locks, my mouth gaped open with his name falling out.

“Bloody hell, y/n,” Fred gasped, and I felt his dick twitch against me. I laid my head into his chest, breathing heavily.

“That was-,” Fred stopped me with a rough kiss.

“Wicked,” he finished my sentence, holding my weak body into his.

I giggled looking up at him, “Okay, now I really need to shower.”

“Well so do I,” Fred grabbed a bottle of shampoo and put some in his hand.

I rolled my eyes and laughed at him as he began lathering up my hair. ***

“By the way, I heard screaming earlier. Y/n are you alright?” Hermione asked as I sat next to her on Ginnys bed.

“Don’t worry, it was just another spider,” Ginny tilted her head at me.

“Very funny, Gin,” I threw one of her pillows at her on the floor. “I’m going to sleep.”

“Okay, sleep tight,” Hermione said.

“Don’t let the spiders bite,” Ginny warned teasingly.

I walked out holding up my middle finger at them. Not long after me, I heard Hermione go to her room as well. I stared at the ceiling and sighed. Just one more night and one more day. How hard was it going to be? The ache in my cunt reminded me that it wasn’t going to be so easy. ***

“Y/n,” I heard two voices standing above me.

“Hello boys,” my voice was dripping with lust. They raised by eyebrows at me.

“Sleep well?” George asked sitting beside me. Fred laid on his back on the other side of me putting his hands behind his head.

“As well as I could,” I faked a sorrowful look, pulling my legs from under the blanket. “You know, it’s quite difficult being so wet having nothing to do about it.”

I held George’s face while my hand moved it’s way down to Fred’s waistband. He watched with wide eyes. When I reached between his legs, he was hard and thrusted slightly into my palm. I smirked still looking at George.

“You would know all about that, Freddie, wouldn’t you?” I dropped my hand from George’s jawline and pulled myself onto Fred. I had only had a pair of boy shorts on, I felt his bulge as if I had nothing on.

“No, I wouldn’t,” he bit his lip in a smug grin and jutted his hips into my cunt. I gasped, my hands falling to his chest. George watched in awe as I looked at him when I moaned. I knew he was just as hard as Fred watching this, but I wanted to tease them.

“What about you, Georgie?” I got up from Fred and crawled to George. “I can just imagine the pre cum dripping from your cock right now.”

I stood on my knees between George’s legs, putting my hand on his shoulder and letting the other run patterns on his chest. He held onto to my lower hips, almost squeezing my ass. George stared at my breasts through my thin shirt, my nipples noticeably visible. He looked up at me, practically drooling as I let my hand go lower and lower. My hand was just about in his pants when a pair of hands pulled me back.

“Hey!” I sat in between them confused.

“Sorry, y/n. Your little seductive game isn’t going to work,” Fred got up and stood in front of me.

“Nice try, though,” George patted my leg before getting up.

“Please,” I grumbled in frustration into my pillow. “I can’t wait any longer!”

“You can,” George answered.

“And you will,” Fred finished. He walked out with his brother.

“Pricks,” I rolled my eyes getting out of bed.

“We heard that!” ***

“Again?” I sighed. “Ron, that’s like the tenth time you beat me this whole week.”

Harry watched the wizards chess game Ron and I were playing. Hermione read a book on the couch while Ginny played a card game with her older brothers.

“I think he’s better than you, y/n,” Harry laughed sarcastically.

“Thanks, Harry, I had no idea,” I shoved his shoulder lightly.

“Why don’t you let Ron teach you, he taught me,” Harry suggested. I looked at Ron, and he smiled happily.

“Then maybe we’ll get somewhere when you play against me,” Ron joked.

“Okay then Ron, teach me your ways.”

Ron and I reset the chessboard as he went over everything with me. I picked up on the game pretty quickly after he clarified some things. After about forty five minutes. I was okay with playing a new chess game with Ron.

“You guys have got to watch this,” Harry called the others over, and they sat around the coffee table with us. Ron allowed Harry to sit next to me in case I needed any help since I was still pretty new. I noticed Fred and George didn’t like this, especially the times Harry would whisper in my ear what my next move should be.

“Check mate,” I smiled proudly at Ron winning my first game against him.

“Wow, I’m surprised, y/n, you were really bad at this last time I saw you play,” Ginny nodded approvingly.

“Well thanks to Ron I know what I’m going now,” I smiled at him and turned to Harry. “And I had a bit of assistance.”

The others laughed while I helped Ron clean up the chess board. The twins laughed through clench jaws. I looked at them questionably and they just shrugged to say nothing. ***

After everyone had fell asleep, I stayed up a bit to make it was safe to go downstairs with Fred and George. I knew they were still up be usually I’d hear them coming up the stairs talking, or they’d come check on me.

“I was wondering when we’d see you,” Fred has his eyes glued on. George opened his eyes from an armchair and smirked.

“I believe you two owe me,” I raised my eyebrow sitting on the floor in front of them.

“Do we Fred?” George neglected to answer me.

“I don’t know, mate. What do you think?” Fred sat up straighter and leaned forward. He looked at me while talking to George.

George nodded and looked at me, “Y/n, what is it exactly you want?”

“Fuck me,” I looked between them. “Please.”

“Sorry, love, you’re gonna have to wait a bit longer,” George pretend to pout.

“But-,”

“We know, it’s been two days,” Fred looked at me knowingly. “And we’ve been treating you so well, don’t you think?”

“Yes, but-,”

“No buts, you take what Fred and I give you,” George spoke in the same tone as Fred. “So when we tell you to strip, you do it.”

I looked at Fred, and he nodded his head for me to do so. I grabbed the bottom of my fitted bra like tank top and pulled it up. My breasts dropped out, the boys had a dazed looked on their face. I smiled getting on my knees to slip off my shoulders. Fred tried to get a look behind while the side of my body faced them. George watched my chest as I leaned forward a little to sit back down and slide the shorts off my legs. The last thing to go was my underwear. I turned my back towards them, slowly sliding them down my legs.

“Satisfied?” I turned my head and kicked them off.

“Almost,” George got up and grabbed my waist, leading me to the armchair across from them. He stroked my cheek as I looked at him innocently. George’s hand held onto to mine placed it on my pussy. I could feel just how wet I was. “You know what to do.”

I began to rub small circles on my clit, letting out a breathy moan at the relief. George sat back down, lust fill his and Fred’s eyes. Fred’s mouth gaped open slightly as I picked up my speed, moaning more noticeablely.

“Do you like touching yourself in front of us?” Fred watched me, toying with a silver ring on his thumb. I nodded impishly at him, biting my lip to conceal a moan.

“Tell him you do,” George spoke up with an unusual dominance.

“I-I love touching myself while y-you watch,” I stuttered way too close to cumming.

“You wanted to touch yourself all this time,” Fred moved over closer to me from his spot on the couch. “Show us how you were going to cum.”

I picked up my speed feeling my release wash over me. Their names fell out of my mouth as my fingers slowed their movements. I chest fell up and down from the feeling of myself tightening around nothing but air like before.

“Good girl, darling,” George knealt in front of me resting his hands on my thighs. “Think you can handle more?”

I nodded at George eagerly. George looked at Fred as if to give him a signal. He summoned a box, much like the one filled with the products they showed me at Hogwarts. In fact, it was the box.

I looked into the box and George pulled me away to the floor.

“No peeking,” Fred was behind me rummaging through the box.

George stood me on my knees and spread my legs apart. He pulled my face to his kissing me deeply and roughly. Fred pulled my hips back slightly. I felt a cold object run through my wetness, ignoring it while my lips were attached to George’s. Fred slid the object up to my tighter hold in my backside, he pushed it in, earning a groan from my lips.

“Doesn’t she look pretty, George?” Fred grazed his hand on my ass, George peered down over my shoulder.

“Like a princess,” George kissed my shoulder before he started undressing himself. I turned to see what Fred had stuck in me. It was a jeweled, scarlet colored butt plug. Fred had already undressed, his chest was littered with freckles. Fred turned me around to fully face him. He pushed down on my shoulders so my head was in his lap and I remained on my knees. I felt George wrap something around my ankles and wrists, keeping them tied together.

“Are you gonna be good for, George?” Fred looked down at me in his lap.

“Yes, I will,” I moved impatiently having no idea what they had planned. I heard a sound, the sound of a vibrator. George trailed it up my leg and let it ghost over my cunt. I whimpered into Fred’s leg.

“George, please, more,” I begged, straining against the ties he put around me.

“I know, angel,” Fred stroked my hair. “I know you wanna feel good, but you have to be paitent.”

“Freddie,” I mumbled. “George, please make me feel good!”

George chuckled lowly as he let one last pattern go up the back of my thigh. He placed it on my clit, finally, even putting it on as high as it could.

“Shit, t-that feels so good,” I moaned into Fred again to muffle the screams I wanted to let out.

“Doing so well,” George ran his hand up and down my ass.

“Because she’s a dirty slut, aren’t you?” Fred looked down at me.

“Y-yes!” I tried to grab hold of something, unable to do so. The power of the vibrations and the tightness from the plug were quickly going to send me over. Having George talk more softly, and Fred sounding more rough balanced out perfectly.

“G-George, I’m gonna c-cum,” I tried to pick my head up and look at him, but I was getting too weak.

“Cum for me,” George gave the permission to release, and I wasted no time to. He leaned down, kissing my back while Fred spoke condescendingly to me.

“You’re so desperate to cum, just a cum slut you are,” Fred pulled me from his lap once George undid the restraints. Fred brought my legs around his waist as he kissed me animalisticly, groping every inch of my body. He left bites on my neck, soon to be purple tomorrow.

“Merlin, you’re gorgeous,” Fred ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my lip to his.

“Fill me up, Freddie please,” I moaned in his ear.

Fred smirked against my neck, putting me back on my knees. George looked quite eager, palming himself through his underwear.

“Don’t worry, George, I didn’t forget you,” I pulled down his underwear letting his erection finally be free. It slapped his stomach, he groaned as I wasted no time to pleasure him. I jerked him of a few times before leaning down and taking him in my mouth. Fred put a hand on my hip, rubbing his dick through my arousal. Fred wasted no time as well to shove himself in.

“My dirty girl has a tight little cunt,” Fred teased with a groan. He fingers came down to play with my clit. Having Fred handle me in such a rough way as he thrusted harder into me was just making me drip. The moans around George made him twitch in my mouth. He was beginning to be more vocal as well the closer he got.

“Harder, Fred,” I weakly spoke to him. “I wanna cum.”

“Is that a way to ask?” Fred didn’t speed up, but seemingly slowed down.

“Please, Fred, let me cum,” I cried out as George began to thrust into my mouth. “I’m so close, please!”

I could feel Fred’s triumphant smirk as he gripped my hips tightly and began railing into me. I just about screamed around George causing him to let out a curse.

“Just like that, y/n,” George continued his subtle hip movements into my mouth while holding my hair. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

With a few more thrusts, George moaned out letting his warm release soothe my warn throat. I swallowed with an appreciative hum, licking George clean as best I could. Fred was as close as I was, his hips faltering against me.

“Yes, F-Fred, right there,” Fred rammed into the particularly sensitive spot inside of me which caused me to clench tightly around him. “Oh-fuck…I’m cumming!”

I ran my hands to George, grabbing onto to him for support. Filthy sounds shot out of my mouth as I got down from my high. The overwhelming tingle of pleasure remained in my core even after I felt Fred paint my walls with his own cum, pulling out with a curse.

I flipped on my back to look a Fred, his thighs dripping with my own release. He smiled at me lazily, pulling me by my arm to him.

“That was so bloody hot,” Fred gasped in my ear, attaching his swollen lips to mine. I pulled away to kiss George, my hands ran through both their messy, red hair. I laid between the boys and looked at them.

“Thank you,” I smiled, still in a daze.

“No, thank you,” George patted my leg.

“You helped us, y/n,” Fred slid down beside me. “In more ways than one.”

I rolled my eyes at Fred’s wink and George laughed.

“What if the pill never worked at all?”

They both looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“Well that’s just hypothetical, right?,” George asked.

“Yeah, hypothetical,” I tried to hide a smile creeping on my lips.

They always do the same thing.

1- they like you

2- they have you

3- they get tired, so they distance themselves

4- they call/text whenever they want attention (sex)

5- they find another girl. They either ghost you or keep you delulu in the hookup cycle. (He needs someone after he gets tired of the new girl. That’s you :))

They want you until they have you.

prompts list :)

fluff/general

“how much did you drink?”

“aw, you’re so cute.”

“what did you do?”

“i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“okay, where are all my jumpers?”

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“how did you get in here?”

“for starters, that’s impossible.”

“how did you fail a survey?”

“yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.”

“that’s not even fair.”

“you promised me a cookie!”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

“i’m not playing truth or dare.”

“you’re not very intimidating.”

“i love you.”

“well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

“maybe not.”

“why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

“well, i’m pretty irresistible.”

“how much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

“detention? again?”

angst

“why don’t you just go?”

“no, it’s not like that.”

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

“it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“what’s the point?”

“fuck you.”

“you should’ve said that yesterday.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“change in mind or change in heart?”

“it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

“why do you keep bringing it up?”

“we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

“you say you’ll stop, but then you keep doing it!”

“maybe in another world.”

“why are you like this?”

“stop making empty promises!”

“what about us?”

“don’t say that.”

“i’m done. we’re done.”’

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What dating Draco Malfoy would be like- Headcanon

Being Draco Malfoy’s significant other- Headcanon

Draco x Reader Soulmate AU- One-shot

Draco x Fem!Reader- Oneshot

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Draco x Fem!Reader- oneshot

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Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader- One Shot

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lifelines [g.w.]

hi! first fic, pls be nice!

word count: 2300

warnings: none

After Gryffindor turned the tides at the last second, winning the second most important game of the season after a massive setback in the first hour, the celebrations raged harder than ever. Since Hufflepuff had beaten Slytherin to the ground two days ago, the path towards the Cup was clear. Angelina was sitting on the couch, having passed the point of looking pleased long ago, and now seemed almost frazzled by the result. People came up to her periodically, clapping her shoulder or topping off her drink, directing the buzzing energy of the common room straight into her.

Truly, the atmosphere was phenomenal, the stolen food and drinks from the kitchens juicer and a little more spiked than usual. Or maybe it was the sunlight still streaming through the windows as strongly as ever despite the past gloomy week. Whatever it was that made the day so electrically happy for everyone, it showed no signs of stopping.

This type of unrestrained feeling you always imagined started from the back of your head as s little star-like scribble that cast a net over you and spread the intensity throughout. This week it was stronger than it has been in a while.

You felt electric in the stands as you yelled for your team, an invisible line ripping the words from your throat before you even knew you were saying them. You felt elated as your housemates put their hands around you in delight, screaming themselves sore when they announced the winner. And you were feeling the happiness in your hair now, in every single strand from root to end as it swayed along with the bottle in your hand.

This was happy. This was joyful. This was utterly buttery in your chest and electric in the air.

You idly looked around the red and orange common room, which burned with excitement, deciding how to best spend this time before it runs out on Umbridge’s watch and she ruins it.

No. No wasting thoughts on her today. She sucked enough life out of you and your housemates this year, she won’t be doing it off the clock too.

Your eyes settled on possibly one of the strongest sources of this warmth - George Weasley, sitting on the arm of the couch next to his brother. The window behind him silhouetted him in gold perfectly, like the sun offered him to you. It accented how attractive he was, even if he burned a little at the top.

You’ve connected eyes before, talked before, even bantered. One wittier than the other every odd day, you toed the line between acquaintances and friends perfectly. Seeing as he’s very popular, catching him in-between conversations was a matter of luck.

You imagined a line going from the center of your chest to his as you approached him. He pensively looked to the side, observing some goings-on on the far end of the room as you interrupted him.

“That was a good game. You got some very nice shots in,” you said.

He turned to you with a mild close-mouthed ‘hm’, a look, and then a grin.

“You sure it was me?” he cocked his eyebrow and look at Fred on the couch next to Angelina, bumping knees with her and accepting congratulations in both of their names.

“You wear different numbers, genius. I know how to count this time.”

“And you have my number memorized,” he said, his voice glad.

“That would’ve been a great line if you were a Muggle.”

“Pity, I already chose a magical career.” he took a sip of his butterbeer and eyed you up, “Maybe I should start using my magical lines on you. Would those work better?” his eyes widened and his tone turned innocent at the end.

“I think I know too much anti-jinxes for that.”

He pursed his lips in amusement. “Alright. What would work on you then?”

“Oh, I find responsibility and appropriacy really hot.” you shot back, twirling a piece of your happy, charged up hair.

“Contradiction too,” he said, “since you’re still here.”

“I find contradiction a natural state of the human soul, thus if I wasn’t contradicting myself, I wouldn’t fully be here.”

“Hm. Brainy.” he chuckled.

“Judgy. If you need me to simplify you can just say so.”

“I think I can handle your smart mouth just fine.”

“Then why am I winning?”

“I didn’t realize this was a competition.”

“Rookie mistake.” you shook your head dramatically.

“I’m pretty sure it’s a rookier mistake to assume you’re winning. Who’s the judge?”

“My innate inner sense of whether I’m winning or not.”

“If it’s inside you, then how would one file a complaint concerning an unfair ruling?”

“They wouldn’t. It’s a noble and just system that decided I’m in the lead. You just need to accept the truth.”

“Don’t make me come in there,” he said, smirking good-naturedly.

“In where?” you shot back.

“In you.” his smirk held on for a second before he seemed to realize what he said and his face scrunched up in apologetic laughter.

Your mind slipped into the gutter the way new yorkers fall into sinkholes filled with rats - hilariously fast.

Albeit greatly amused, he started to correct himself, “I didn’t mean-”

“No, of course not.” you licked your lips, “I understood you the first time ” Was karma going to bite you in the ass for that lie? Who knows, but you might even be into that. Everything seems possible when the sun is shining. So he shone.

He grinned with his happy mouth and you once again noted how the light from the window behind him silhouetted him in the golden lining that made him look like a cutout glued onto the scene of this funny collage. His hair was aflame and his face was darker from the shadows but just as loudly burning with laughter.

This was happy.

You drew the word in your mind, line by line. H, a smooth move from the bottom, a decorative loop, then a parallel stroke, and a transversal. A, a circle with a tail, sharp move upward, and an even sharper drop for the backbone of p. P’s tummy? Bulge? Nope, your mind shouldn’t slip there in the middle of Binns’ class, no matter how boring he was. Another p, as George’s knee bumped into yours. He was moved from “Mr. Wester, Phillip.” for being disruptive, so he engaged in an under-the-table kind of disruption with his new tablemate.

You smiled. A long diagonal line, and another shorter one that cut into it. Y.

Happy.

You were, truly, right now. It sounded upside down to be happy though, both overall and when stuck in a soul-suckingly draining class, but you were.

George read over your shoulder, then audaciously engaged in over-the-table elbow-bumping-disruption and a cocked eyebrow. You straightened up, feeling a warm line unfold from the back of your head to the core of your brain, through the center of your chest, and straight to your stomach. Your happy line.

I’m happy, you mouthed.

Really? He mouthed back sarcastically yet good-naturedly. I can definitely see why. His eyes darted toward the professor. I say go for it, he’s a catch. You might even be his type.

You burst out laughing, then immediately bit your lip. A few students, including Philip, looked at you as you shook with laughter, but professor Binns carried on.

George, on the other hand, shrugged with his shit-eating grin, pretending he has no idea why you were laughing, thus letting everyone know why you were laughing.

You scribbled, I don’t know. What if it goes badly. I’d hate to be ghosted.

George raised his eyebrows at the Muggle slang you explained before. His hand slipped next to yours on the table and you felt your happy line thrum in approval. His hand was warm as he gently pressed it to yours, slowly took your quill, and scribbled back: Need someone more physical, huh? And I thought you were the romantic type.

Strong words for someone who never bought me dinner, you replied.

Mhm, as soon as I find a good line get you to agree to it.

Keep writing like that and I’ll start thinking you fancy me.

Keep your mind in the gutter and I’ll start thinking you don’t fancy me back. He accented that line with a wink and an overdramatic lip bite.

You pouted sarcastically at him. Of course not, I only want you for your knobby knees.

He chuckled, reminded of the short line of warmth that connected your knees under the table. He pressed his into yours a little stronger, then pulled away.

That’s a funny way of flirting. I’d know, I’m an expert at funny.

Self-proclaimed.

Untrue.

And I’m not flirting. If I was, you’d know it.

Would you? your breath hitched. For reasons you very well knew but refused to sound out to yourself, this short sentence drove the air around you two from joking to serious at breakneck speed.

Know if you were flirting with me? your happy line felt jumbled up in your stomach. He smiled at you.

Would you know if you were flirting with me?

The following week was arduous.

Gryffindors had a record amount of detentions, and Snape tore into them any and every chance he could. Even McGonagall was one edge, meaning lousy or missed homework was a death sentence. You forgot how to read from tiredness, submitting essays patchworked of other people’s thoughts without ever having any information pass through your head. Everything was dull, gray, and dragged out.

Despite that, outside the castle the sky was blue and sunlight streamed through the soft clouds and a sweet breeze would blow around aimlessly. It was both comforting and a little mocking. The sky should be as exhausted and as beaten down as you. Good to know stress made you compare yourself to a literal sky. But maybe that’s a little cruel. Nevertheless, it sounded like nature itself was turning its nose up at you, saying you’re selfish for wanting grey skies, she doesn’t care, she’s above puny human affairs. The world turns and you have to turn with it or stop, then spend the rest of the time catching up.

You haven’t stopped yet, but by all that is holy, you wanted to sleep. As the sun finally descended on a Friday after dinner, you finished your essays in hope that the next week might be kinder if you do everything quickly. The common room was dark, most of the light coming from the fire in the fireplace. It was also oddly empty for nine-thirty in the evening. Apparently, everyone had the same week as you.

Your almost finished essay laid on the table as you dozed, swinging your legs back and forth over the edge of your armchair.

The creak of the portrait opening caught your attention, and George Weasley walked in a second later, rubbing his sore hand and cussing.

Truly everyone had a shitty week.

“Love?” you said teasingly.

He looked up at you with a tired grin.

“It’s late.”

“Not really. You okay?”

“Nothing I can’t handle, love.” he sighed, leaning against the wall next to the fireplace.

“Can I see?” you crossed the room to stand in front of him. Again, the firelight licked at the lines of his face, clear and sharp. He had circles under his eyes and a heavily nibbled lip.

“It’s nothing.” still, George raised his hand. “Love.” he added, distantly. He seemed to be staring right above your head. You looked at the middle line of his lips again. You imagined him biting it.

Was it him that bit it? That one hurt. You hoped it was him.

You took his hand in your and rubbed circles into his knuckles. His eye winced.

“I’m sorry.”

“S'not your fault.”

“What happened?” he closed his eyes.

“Two ickle firsties almost brought the wrath of Umbridge into themselves with some dungbombs. You know how it goes,” he said, a corner of his lip tugging upwards. Your chest expanded looking at him being satisfied with himself. As he should be.

“How… responsible of you,” you said.

His eyes snapped downwards to yours.

“Keep looking at me like that and I might also start being appropriate too, darling.”

You stepped closer, your happy line thrumming against your chest like a quivering violin string.

“What if being responsible is enough?”

“Enough for what?” he breathed out before you pressed yourself against him.

At first, that’s was it was - a press of two warm lips. Then he started to move slowly, almost gentlemanly. How appropriate.

As he touched you, you felt the daze of last week lift. The little star scribble on the back of your head lit up, pulsing with brightness rather than fogging your thought. This was clear, you felt his every stroke that made up his face and chest and hands. The scribble of happiness extended itself into a web, overtaking your brain - you could feel it and you wondered if he saw it too when he looked at you. You pulled away and lifted your head to check. Probably not, but his eyes were glassy and he gave you a dopey smile. He was glad you were there. You pressed your lips against his again. You were glad he was there too.

The web continued down your neck, arms and chest, into your legs until your toes buzzed with light coursing through you. You were more awake than you have been in a long time.

Your hands were the brightest of all, and as you touched his hands, connecting them fingertip to fingertip, things made sense. The web buzzed and his breath was warm against yours, hands pulsing with energy as your every lifeline connected into his.

The Placebo Effect p.1

pairing: draco x femslytherin!reader

warnings: probably gonna be some “mild” language (ok, coming back, i say fuck twice, so if you’re not down, now’s the time to nope out of here)

a/n: my first real writing post! please let me know if you have any feedback/constructive criticism. my requests are open, so pleaseeee send in stuff ;) also i’m not british so i deeply apologize if i don’t have enough british slang/if i misuse it…please tell me if i do!

summary: slytherin reader isn’t a big fan of draco and they argue allll the time. slughorn reshuffles potion partners the day they’re required to brew amortentia and… a little something happens. takes place in 6th year. 

word count: 1,936

pla•ce•bo ef•fect (noun) ~ a beneficial effect produced by a placebo drug or treatment, which cannot be attributed to the properties of the placebo itself, and must therefore be due to the patient’s belief in that treatment.

Y/N was growing increasingly irritated with her house: the dimly lit common room that always smelled faintly like shoe polish, the dorm rooms which always chilled her to the bone, the dark green that clashed with her favorite color (pastel blue, if you were wondering), the disgusting amount of blood purity prejudice, and of course, Draco Malfoy. 

He had been tolerable enough in the beginning, focusing all his chaotic energy on Potter and the rest of the Golden Trio, but ever since 6th year had started, he’d pulled back and instead moped around like a very pale golden retriever who had just been told he wasn’t ever going to play fetch again. Well, a very pale, very rude, and very rich golden retriever. As a result, Y/N had to see much more of his ridiculously pale (but admittedly very delicately structured) face.She hadn’t known peace since.

“Watch where you’re going.” 

The cold and haughty voice ripped Y/N out of her thoughts as she accidentally bumped into a silk-clad shoulder. She looked up to see none other than Malfoy scowling down at her, his silver eyes narrowed and his jaw set. 

“My apologies. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to block the doorway?” Y/N’s voice was sugary sweet, dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes. She also told me how improper it is to get into the pants of a muggle. I’m guessing yours didn’t buy into that lesson?” A perfectly plucked blond eyebrow raised.

Y/N felt her face grew hot. How did he know her mother married a muggle? Her mouth opened and closed as the overwhelming feeling of being lost for words overtook her.

Stay calm, stay calm. Don’t let him see that he rattled you. 

Y/N set her face into a smirk that rivaled his. 

“No, actually.” She readied herself to go in for the kill. “Instead, she taught me the importance of rejecting an ideology that would eventually lead to me fucking my cousin.”

With that, Y/N made her exit, slipping past Malfoy and flouncing off to the Dining Hall. Sometimes it felt good to beat that prick at his own game.

“Alright, students,” Professor Slughorn began. He clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention and cleared his throat in a way only old men could. “Today, we’re going to be brewing the most powerful love potion in existence. Can anyone tell me what this potion is?”

Pansy Parkinson’s hand shot up. Y/N rolled her eyes. When Granger wasn’t here to remind everyone how smart she was, Parkinson was always available to pick up the slack. 

“Yes, Miss Parkinson.” 

“Amortentia. Its aroma is different to every individual, depending on what scents you find most attractive, even if you aren’t aware of it. Consuming it will make one obsessive with infatuation.”

“Thank you, Miss Parkinson.” Professor Slughorn cleared his throat once again. Y/N felt a smile form on her face. She had a special place in her heart for the professor. He was so pure and reminded her of her grandfather…even though he was a muggle. 

“I’ll assign each of you to new partners.” Slughorn’s words immediately made Y/N reconsider her previous thoughts that portrayed him kindly. She turned and sent Daphne Greengrass, her (ex) potions partner, a disappointed frown and waited to hear her name. All of the other Slytherins were intolerable or at least a little prejudiced.

This is too much for a Monday morning she thought, placing her hand on her forehead in a dramatic gesture. 

“Greengrass you’re with Zabini. Nott, you’re with Parkinson. Y/L/N, you’re with Malfoy.”

The names afterwards morphed into a slush of noise that Y/N couldn’t even be bothered to comprehend. Daphne reached over and gave her shoulder a sympathetic squeeze as Y/N sat, frozen with disappointment and surprise. 

This couldn’t be happening. She had done so well in his class. Why was Slughorn punishing her now? He couldn’t have missed how much of a piece of work Malfoy was, and Y/N was one of Slughorn’s favorite students. How could he betray her like this?

“Does everyone know who they will be working with today?” Slughorn’s voice pulled Y/N out of her pity party. 

“Yes, Professor Slughorn.” The depressed chorus of voices in the room offered Y/N some solace that, yes, she wasn’t the only one displeased with the new seating arrangements. 

“Good. Find your partner and begin. Your time starts now.”

Everyone sprung up in a mad dash to find their fellow worker and get started. Potions class was much harder now that they were 6th years, and each student needed all the time they were offered. 

“Fancy this.” For the second time that day, Y/N was given the treat of being surprised by Malfoy’s voice right next to her. 

“You chop, I stir.” Her words were matter-of-fact and straight to the point. She’d be damned if someone as rude as him messed up her shot at getting the highest mark. 

Surprisingly enough, Malfoy nodded, flipping open the potions book to the designated page and gathering ingredients while Y/N prepared the cauldron. 

Y/N almost started feeling bad for him as she stirred. The bags under his eyes were large enough to be designer and his eyes, once a bright and sparkling silver, were dull and unenthused. Perhaps she had judged him too quickly.

“Uh…Malfoy,” she began awkwardly, losing confidence once he met her eyes with a convicting stare, “I’m sorry about this morning. For calling you…er…a cousin fucker, and stuff.”

His eyebrows raised again. She wondered if his eyebrows ever got tired with how much he judgmentally lifted them.

“No. You’re not.” His tone was more defeated and uninterested than vindictive, so Y/N let it slide. They continued their work. 

“Your hair.” 

The phrase jolted Y/N out of her flow and forced her to look up at her partner. 

“My what?”

“Your hair. It’s about to get into the potion.” Malfoy glanced down at the lip of the cauldron and back up to my face with one eyebrow cocked as if to say yeah, look. Y/N obliged and saw a single strand of her hair barely about to touch the edge of the cauldron. 

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Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter 2: Reunion

Chapter 3: Honesty

Chapter 4: Potions

Chapter 5: You

Chapter 6: Halloween

Chapter 7: Lies

Chapter 8: Slytherins

Chapter 9: Hogsmeade

Chapter 10: Dating

Chapter 11: Desperation

Chapter 12: Healing

Chapter 13: Christmas

Chapter 14: Reality

Chapter 15: Fireworks

Chapter 16: January

Chapter 17: Magical

Chapter 18: Revelations

More Chapters will follow soon!