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Finding Your Sky

Ron Weasley x Gryffindor! Reader Comfort Summary: When Ron Weasley feels down about his studies and his fallout with Hermione, a quiet Gryffindor steps in to help him regain his confidence, leading to a renewed friendship. AN: I just watched The Wild Robot, so I got inspired to write this

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The library was eerily quiet, the kind of stillness that amplified the rustling of pages and the tapping of quills. Ron Weasley slumped at a table, surrounded by heaps of parchment and dusty textbooks. The dim light from the enchanted candles overhead cast shadows across his face, highlighting the furrow in his brow.

It had been a rough few weeks. The fallout with Hermione still weighed heavily on him, and his grades were slipping. He felt like he was losing ground—not just in his studies but in his friendships too. Harry was preoccupied with Quidditch practice and trying to keep up with his own studies, leaving Ron feeling more alone than ever.

“Blimey, Ron, you look like you’ve just seen a Boggart,” Harry remarked as he walked past, tossing a friendly grin his way. Ron offered a half-hearted smile in return, but it didn't reach his eyes.

“Thanks, mate,” he muttered, looking down at his notes. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was drowning in a sea of self-doubt.

Just then, a soft voice interrupted his thoughts. “Hey, Ron.” It was a Gryffindor girl from his year, a quiet one he had never really spoken to much. He recognized her from classes and had seen her in the common room, often lost in her books. She had a kind smile and an air of calm that intrigued him.

“Hi,” he replied, trying to mask his misery.

“You seem... I don’t know, a bit off,” she said, her tone gentle. “Everything okay?”

Ron shrugged, pushing his hair back in frustration. “Just trying to study for Potions. It’s a mess. Hermione’s... well, she’s not talking to me. I just feel like I’m failing at everything.”

She took a seat across from him, her eyes bright with understanding. “It’s normal to struggle, especially with everything going on. If you’d like, I could help you study? I know Potions can be tricky.”

Ron hesitated, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. “I don’t want to burden you.”

“You’re not a burden,” she insisted, leaning forward earnestly. “And I want to help. Everyone needs a little support now and then.”

His heart softened at her sincerity. “Alright, then. I could use the help.”

With that, they dove into his notes, her gentle guidance bringing clarity to the complicated theories of potion-making. Ron found himself relaxing in her presence, her laughter bubbling up over their shared frustrations and the absurdity of Snape’s assignments. It felt good to be reminded that he wasn’t alone in his struggles.

As they worked, he noticed her eyes sparkle with excitement when she explained a particularly tricky potion. “You see, when you add the powdered Dragon Liver at just the right moment, it creates a reaction that enhances the entire mixture!”

For the first time in ages, Ron felt a flicker of hope. “Really? I didn’t know that. You’re amazing at this!”

She blushed slightly, her cheeks tinged with pink. “Thanks! You just needed a different perspective, that’s all.”

Their laughter echoed softly in the library, and Ron could feel the weight of his worries lifting. By the end of their study session, he felt more confident, like he could actually face the challenges ahead.

“See? You’re not failing, Ron. You just needed someone to remind you how brilliant you really are,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah, well, it helps to have someone like you around,” he replied, feeling a warmth spread through him.

As they packed up their things, Ron couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. He wanted to include her in his world, to share that renewed confidence. “You know, Harry and Hermione are always looking for new friends in our group. You should join us sometime. I think you’d fit right in.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she smiled. “Really? I’d love that!”

“Great! We can sit together at the Great Hall tomorrow, and I’ll tell them all about your awesome Potions skills,” he said, his excitement bubbling over.

The next day, Ron introduced her to Harry and Hermione. To his relief, they welcomed her with open arms, and he couldn’t help but feel proud to have her by his side.

As they laughed and shared stories, Ron felt lighter, his confidence soaring higher than ever. He glanced at the girl beside him, her presence a comforting anchor in the whirlwind of his emotions.

Later, as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the castle, Ron and his new friend walked outside, the golden light illuminating the path ahead. He took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill his lungs.

“Thank you for everything,” he said, glancing over at her. “You really helped me see things differently.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Just remember, Ron, no matter how tough it gets, you have the power to rise above it. Kiss the sky, and don’t let anyone keep you down.”

In that moment, Ron felt something shift within him—a sense of belonging, a feeling that maybe he could conquer the challenges ahead, not just in his studies, but in his life as well.

And as he stood there, looking up at the expansive sky, he realized that this was just the beginning of something beautiful. With newfound confidence and a supportive friend by his side, he was ready to embrace whatever came next.

In her shadow

Fred Weasley x reader

Angsty, but comfort from our lovely Fred

Summary: In the shadow of Cho Chang’s perfection, you find the fire to rise—and Fred Weasley lights the spark.

Story under the cut

The parchment was crumpled in your fist, the creases cutting deep as you glared at the words on the page.

Defense Against the Dark Arts: Outstanding.

Charms: Exceeds Expectations.

Transfiguration: Exceeds Expectations.

Potions: Acceptable.

Herbology: Acceptable.

Astronomy: Acceptable.

History of Magic: Poor.

It wasn’t a bad set of results—not really. But when you looked over at the Ravenclaw table, where Cho Chang was holding court like a queen on her throne, it felt like nothing.

“Perfect marks again!” someone gushed, loud enough to carry over the hall.

“Professor Flitwick said she’s the best he’s ever seen,” Marietta chirped, practically hanging off Cho’s arm.

And there she was, smiling so delicately, tilting her head just so, pretending to be modest while soaking up every ounce of attention. Perfect bloody Cho Chang.

Your teeth ground together as you shoved the parchment into your bag, shoulders tense with fury. It wasn’t just that she always came out on top. It wasn’t just her stupid perfect grades or the way she walked like the whole world owed her something. It was the rumors. The lies she’d spread about you last year—saying you were desperate, a pathetic little mess chasing after anyone who so much as looked your way. And people had believed her. They still did.

The laughter around her table grew louder, and it felt like every single word was aimed at you. You shoved back from your seat, ignoring the curious stares of your friends, and stormed out of the hall.

The briefing room for the Advanced Magical Research Programme should have been a chance to prove yourself, to rise above all of it. But the moment you stepped inside, you saw her—front and center, poised like she already had the spot locked down.

Your stomach sank. You froze for a moment, your hand tightening on the strap of your bag as rage bubbled up again. She didn’t even look your way, too busy laughing with a group of Ravenclaws. And Merlin help you, if she smirked even once, you might lose it.

You slumped into a chair at the very back of the room, as far from her as possible. Your jaw was tight, your fingers trembling with the sheer effort of holding yourself together.

“Alright,” came a familiar voice to your left, light and casual. “What’s all this, then?”

You didn’t need to look to know it was Fred Weasley.

“Fred,” you muttered, keeping your gaze locked on the table in front of you. “Not now.”

“Not now?” he repeated, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “What’s wrong? Didn’t they have your favorite pudding at dinner?”

You shot him a glare. “I’m serious.”

Fred leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. “Yeah, I can see that. You’ve got that whole I’m going to set something on fire look about you. What’s going on?”

You hesitated, but he followed your gaze to the front of the room. His face darkened when he spotted her.

“Chang,” he said, his voice low. “Say no more.”

You exhaled sharply, folding your arms tightly across your chest. “She’s perfect, Fred. Always. Top marks, favorite of the professors, and now she’s here, too. Why do I even bother?”

“Alright, stop right there,” he said, sitting up straighter and turning toward you fully. His voice lost its usual teasing edge, replaced with something firm, unyielding. “Do you honestly think you don’t deserve to be here?”

You shrugged, not trusting yourself to answer.

“Look at me,” Fred said, his tone sharp enough to cut through your haze of anger. When you met his eyes, they were steady, unwavering. “You’re here because you earned it. You don’t need to compare yourself to her—or anyone else.”

“But she’s—”

“Annoying,” Fred interrupted. “And maybe a bit shiny in the way magpies like. But you? You’re a firecracker, and I’ve yet to meet anyone who could keep up with you when you’re not busy doubting yourself.”

You stared at him, caught off guard by his intensity.

“She doesn’t win because she’s better,” Fred continued, his voice softening slightly. “She wins because she’s louder. She makes sure everyone sees her. You don’t need that. You’ll blow her out of the water the moment you stop giving a damn about what she’s doing.”

You didn’t know what to say, but something in your chest eased. The knot of anger and jealousy loosened, just enough for you to breathe again.

“And if she so much as thinks about messing with you again,” Fred added with a wicked grin, “well, let’s just say George and I have a whole line of products that haven’t been properly tested yet.”

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it, and Fred’s grin widened.

“There she is,” he said, nudging your arm. “Now, keep your head up, yeah? Don’t let her get in your way. You’ve got this.”

The briefing ended not long after, and as you walked out of the room, Fred fell into step beside you.

“Let’s grab a Butterbeer,” he said, casually slinging an arm around your shoulders. “You’ve earned it.”

For the first time all day, you felt lighter. And as you glanced back at Cho, her head high and her smile as fake as ever, you felt something shift.

Let her have her moment. Let her think she’s untouchable.

Because the next time she tried to get in your way, you’d be ready. You’d tear that bitch off the pedestal so fast, she wouldn’t even see it coming.

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MAZE RUNNER

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NEWT:

Oneshots: > Ink. 🌩 (synopsis: In his last moments of clarity, Newt writes a letter to you, fearing the end as the Flare tightens its grip on his mind, but clinging to the memory of your voice.)

> Always 🌸 (synopsis: Newt and reader having a moment to themselves where they feel safe together)

MINHO:

Oneshots:

> Well, Shuck 🌩 🌸 (synopsis: Minho and OC get trapped in the Maze overnight. With no way out and no clear path to safety, they keep their spirits up by finding comfort in each other.)

THOMAS:

GALLY:

ARIS:

JANSON: (yes, Janson, because Aidan Gillen is incredibly fine)

Shorts:

>> The escape: Backup plan (Pt. I) 🌩 (synopsis: Lauren, (OC) who’s a doctor in the facility tricks Janson with a decoy of the cure and makes a quick escape, hoping to stay ahead before he discovers the truth.)

>> The escape: Backup plan (Pt. II) 🌩 + a tiny bit of romance if you squint (synopsis: Lauren (OC)’s narrow escape from Janson)

Oneshots:

>> Dr Pepper 🌸 📩 (synopsis: The tension rises when Janson finds an error in the reader’s work.)

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>> Tether 🌸 📩 (synopsis: She’s composed, controlled, impossible to crack… until Janson steps in, asking questions no one else dares to ask, and watching far too closely when she answers.)

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Well, shuck.

Maze Runner Minho x Runner!OC (Lauren)

Angst, fluff

Summary: Minho and Lauren get trapped in the Maze overnight. With no way out and no clear path to safety, they keep their spirits up with jokes and sarcasm, finding comfort in each other.

AN: You’re not alone.

“You really know how to pick the best nights to get us stuck, huh?” Lauren muttered, hands on her hips as she stared at the towering walls of the Maze that had just sealed them in.

Minho grinned, crouching to catch his breath, the night air cool against his sweat-soaked skin. "Well, if you weren’t so slow, we’d be sipping Gally’s special brew by now."

Lauren shot him a glare, swatting his shoulder. “Me? Slow? I saved your slinthead back there when you almost got Griever-pie’d.”

He shrugged, smirking. “Almost.”

They leaned against the cold stone walls, their banter not doing much to change the fact that they were well and truly stuck. Night had fallen, the Maze silent but menacing, the darkness thick and unnerving. The Grievers hadn’t shown up yet, but both of them knew they’d be out soon enough. It was only a matter of time.

“Think we’ll survive this one?” Lauren asked, her voice quieter now, tinged with a nervous edge.

Minho looked over at her, and despite his bravado, he softened. “We always do, don’t we?”

She chuckled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, but it feels different this time. Like we really might not make it back.”

Minho didn’t respond right away, instead pulling off his jacket and laying it down on the cold ground. “Well, if we’re going out, might as well be comfortable, right?”

Lauren followed his lead, sitting beside him, their backs pressed against the unforgiving stone. “I’m gonna miss this, you know? Running through this giant death trap with you.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “No better runner I’d rather be stuck with.” He looked at her then, something serious in his eyes, but before the moment could turn too deep, he added, “Even if you smell worse than a Griever sometimes.”

She shoved him with a grin. “Yeah, well, you snore like a herd of ‘em.”

They both laughed, the sound hollow and almost strange in the empty Maze. The laughter faded, though, and they sat in silence for a while, the tension hanging in the air.

“I’m serious though,” Lauren said softly. “If this is it… I’m glad it’s with you.”

Minho shifted uncomfortably, unused to moments like this. “Hey, we’re not dying tonight,” he said, trying to keep it light. “We’ve got too much running left to do.”

Lauren smiled, her eyes heavy now as exhaustion from the day’s run finally caught up to her. “I’ll hold you to that, Minho.”

They didn’t say much after that, their backs still pressed against the stone, the Maze shifting occasionally in the distance, the sound of moving walls echoing in the night. Lauren's head eventually lolled to the side, resting on Minho’s shoulder as they both drifted off into an uneasy sleep, lulled by the idea that if the end came, at least they wouldn’t face it alone.

Morning came with an odd stillness. The sounds of the Maze were different—quieter somehow, the usual mechanical groaning replaced by silence. Minho stirred first, blinking groggily at the sunlight streaming down through the Maze’s walls. He nudged Lauren.

“Hey, wake up.”

She groaned, rubbing her eyes. “We’re still alive?”

Minho frowned, standing up to look around. “I think… I think the Maze shifted.”

Lauren scrambled to her feet beside him, and they both stared in shock. The walls, which had sealed them in last night, had shifted perfectly. Not just enough to give them a way forward—but a straight path back to the Glade.

“Holy shuck,” Lauren breathed, her eyes wide.

Minho just shook his head, grinning. “Guess the Maze likes us after all.”

They didn’t wait for a second invitation, taking off down the path, their legs still aching from the previous day’s run but fueled by the adrenaline of survival. The towering walls soon gave way to the familiar clearing of the Glade, and as they stumbled out into the open space, they were met with gasps and cheers.

“Minho! Lauren!” Thomas shouted, sprinting over, followed by the rest of the Gladers, engulfing them in a whirlwind of hugs and claps on the back.

“You guys made it!” Newt grinned, ruffling Lauren’s hair.

“Like there was any doubt,” Minho said, though his cocky grin was tired, his eyes betraying the relief he felt.

As the Gladers pulled back, giving them space, Lauren turned to Minho. She gave him a sly smile before suddenly wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. “I told you we’d make it.”

Minho stiffened, glancing around at the gawking Gladers. “Okay, okay, don’t get all mushy on me now.” He awkwardly patted her back, but there was a warmth in his voice that made it clear he didn’t really mind.

Lauren pulled back, smirking. “Tough guy act still going strong, huh?”

Minho just shrugged. “Can’t ruin my rep.”

But as they stood there, alive and surrounded by their friends, there was no denying the truth: whatever else the Maze threw at them, they'd face it together.

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Tangerine:

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