#fiance

Summary: Fred Weasley surprises you with a magical, heartfelt proposal in the Burrow garden. Between laughter, tears, and tender moments, he proves that beneath his mischievous exterior lies a heart completely devoted to you.

You’d known Fred Weasley for years. Funny, daring, mischievous the kind of Gryffindor whose laughter could fill a hall and whose pranks could make even the strictest professors groan.

You’d loved him like that for a long time. But somehow, you’d never expected this.

The note arrived earlier that day, folded neatly and tucked into your textbook:

"Meet me in the Burrow garden tonight. Don’t tell George. Trust me."

Curiosity flared alongside a small, nervous thrill. Fred and secrecy rarely went together. The moment you stepped into the garden, your heart caught.

The entire space was glowing. Hundreds of enchanted fairy lights hung from the trees, twinkling like captured stars. Lanterns floated gently above the flowerbeds, illuminating paths lined with roses, daisies, and magical glowing blooms you didn’t recognize. The air smelled faintly of cinnamon and magic.

Fred was waiting, hands behind his back, that impossible grin on his face. “You came,” he said softly, the usual mischief replaced with something deeper something that made your stomach twist in a way you recognized as love.

“You didn’t tell George, did you?” you asked, your voice catching a little.

“Not a word,” he said, shaking his head. “He’d ruin it, I swear. Probably with fireworks.”

You took a step closer, nerves fluttering. “So… what’s all this?”

Fred took your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, and for the first time, you noticed how serious he looked. “You know I’ve spent my life making jokes, pranks, and explosions,” he said quietly. “And I’ve loved every minute of it… but there’s one thing I’ve never made a joke about. One thing I’ve always taken seriously, even if I acted like a fool.”

Your heart started racing.

“You.”

The single word, said with quiet certainty, made your chest ache.

“I’ve watched you from the sidelines, argued with you over homework, laughed with you, teased you, and sometimes driven you mad,” he continued, squeezing your hand. “But you’ve always been there. You make my chaos feel like home. You make me want to be better… and you do it without even trying.”

He sank to one knee, and your breath caught.

Fred opened a small velvet box, revealing a delicate ring that sparkled in the lantern light. “Y/N,” he whispered, eyes shining brighter than any enchanted light around you, “will you marry me?”

Tears welled up before you could stop them. For a moment, you were speechless. He looked so small and brave, so utterly vulnerable beneath his usual charm.

“Yes,” you finally breathed, your voice shaking with emotion. “Yes, Fred. Of course I will.”

Fred’s grin broke into full radiance. He slipped the ring onto your finger and pulled you close. “Brilliant. Brilliant,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve been planning this.”

You laughed softly through your tears. “I think I might have some idea.”

He chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, voice low and tender. “I know I’ve been a pain in the arse for most of our lives, but… I promise this isn’t a prank. I’ve never meant anything more seriously than this. You. Me. Always.”

Your chest swelled with love, warmth, and relief. “Fred… I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too,” he said, leaning down to press his lips to yours soft at first, and then more passionately as the magic of the night surrounded you both. “You’re stuck with me, love. No turning back now.”

You smiled against his lips, letting yourself melt into him. “Good. Because I wouldn’t want to anyway.”

Fred pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his grin playful but his eyes full of something deeper a kind of quiet awe you’d only ever seen in moments that mattered most. “I promise, we’ll have a lifetime of laughter, chaos, and love… starting with this night.”

You've been dating Akaashi for almost 3 years now and his mom never let go of his ex. At first she was sweet when y'all started dating, then when she realized you weren't going anywhere is when the comments started.

"How his ex just loved family nights." "Oh guess who I talked to today, e/n." "Oh sweety, that's not how he likes it, e/n would've never made this mistake." "She knew how to handle his moods, she would've noticed to leave him alone." "I don't know why they ever broke up."

The snarky comments were only made when Akaashi wasn't around. It was every time he'd leave the room rather it be him going to the restroom, grabbing a drink, saying hi to other people, she'll always lean in close and remind you, she sees you as a place warmer.

His sister though, she always has your back, Ayame would always notice it immediately. She always seemed like she wasn't really listening, appearing just when needed, but she'd always give you a look or apologize when it was just the two of you. She'd always have an excuse ready:

"Mom, didn't you say you needed help with something in the kitchen?" or "Hey, Y/n I rearranged my room again, you wanna come see it?"

You thought at first she'd stop once she realized you weren't going anywhere, but it just got worse.

Then it came, a quiet evening just the two of you on his couch, your legs tangled together, his head resting on your shoulder — he sits up, takes your hand, and says your full name.

That’s when you know something is different.

His voice is nervous. Soft. Earnest.

“I love you,” he starts, “in a way I didn’t know was possible for me.”

You blink, heart pounding.

Then he pulls out a small velvet box — shaking slightly — and says the gentlest, deepest words:

“Marry me? If you want. If you’ll have me.”

You barely let him finish before you’re nodding, tears spilling, and throwing your arms around him.

He laughs into your neck, breath warm, relief overwhelming.

You say yes at least six more times while he holds you on the couch.

He kisses your ring, your fingers, your forehead — like he’s memorizing the moment.

He doesn’t tell anyone yet.

He wants to announce it at his birthday party — with you by his side, your ring shining under the lights.

He’s excited. Hopeful. Happy.

He has no idea what’s coming.

And now, after the engagement? His moms comments got worse.

Much worse.

The first time happens at a small family dinner.

“You know,” she says lightly, stirring her tea, “Keiji was so smitten with her once. I always thought he’d marry her.”

You freeze.

Ayame’s head snaps around so fast you hear her neck crack.

“Mom,” she says sharply.

Her mother waves her hand like she didn’t just carve your heart open. “Oh, I’m just reminiscing. Don’t be dramatic.”

Akaashi, in the kitchen getting drinks, doesn’t hear.

Ayame shoots you an apologetic look. She knows exactly what that comment meant. Exactly where it hit.

And it doesn’t stop.

Every time the engagement comes up, his mother brings up the ex.

“When his ex planned family parties, she always did such a nice job.” “She really understood him.” “You two look… different together.”

Ayame interrupts when she can. Akaashi’s sister becomes your quiet little guard dog.

But you tell no one. Not yet.

Because you don’t want to ruin his birthday.

You don’t want to ruin his joy.

And truly — he’s glowing. The ring on your finger makes him glow.

But you carry the comments like stones in your pockets.

"Y/n, come with me, we should talk." You looked up from your ring looking at Ayame then at Keiji.

"Go, love, it's probably just wedding stuff." You smiled kissing him quickly before he goes back to talking to his grandmother, on the way out you hear her squeal over you two. You just wished his mother was the same way.

"So what's up? Why couldn't we talk in front of Keiji?"

"It's not just Keiji, I don't want to upset my grandmother. I'm sorry for everything you've heard from my mom. You should know about their relationship." Ayame sat you down as you looked at her confused, but curious cause no one would tell you the story and you were scared to ask Akaashi.

"What about it?"

"She was awful to him." Your breath catches as she continues. "He wouldn't say anything bad about him, that's just Keiji, but when he was with her. I didn't recognize my own brother. She played so many mind games with him. She'd twist everything he was saying to make him the bad guy. Make him paranoid on what to say or do next. And mom..." Ayame hesitated.

"You can tell me, Aya." She looked at you and sighed.

"Mom loved her, still does from what you can obviously see. She's hoping he'd take her back, because she thinks that she changed, gotten better. She just ignored everything we tell her. I see how uncomfortable she makes you, and I don't want you to feel like I'm ignoring what she says. I'm not. But, we've tried shutting her down and gotten nowhere with it. I'm sorry you're going through this alone."

Your eyes began to sting. "I'm not entirely alone. I have you. Thank you for telling me, and for having my back."

“Don’t thank me,” she says. “Just… please don’t think this is about you not being enough. That girl wasn’t some perfect angel. She hurt him. Badly.” Then she adds, “And he’s happier with you than I’ve ever seen him.”

But you still keep everything from Akaashi — because you don’t want to ruin his relationship with his mom.

Not yet.

You never thought his mother would take it to the next level, the comments stopped but now his ex was everywhere, family dinners, a cousins graduation party, small family gatherings.

Always by 'coincidence'

Always with a different excuse:

“Oh, she was in the area!” “She’s practically family!” “She wanted to say hi!”

Ayame was always by your side, pulling you and Keiji into conversations, blocking the ex from getting too close, rolling her eyes every time her mother claims it's 'just being friendly.'

Akaashi never noticed it, the shift in the air when he'd come back from a call, or outside the room. Because when he is around, she has a fake smile on, sweetness dripping from her tongue at every word.

Then came his birthday. You were so excited to tell everyone your big news cause the only ones who knew was his grandmother and Ayame. He had asked his grandmother blessing for her ring, and she was so happy to give it to him.

The party is at his parents’ house — decorated beautifully, music playing, people laughing.

Akaashi is radiant.

He squeezes your hand every few minutes, excited to make the announcement.

But walking in, your smile falters.

Because she’s there.

His ex.

Getting a drink in the kitchen like she belongs.

Ayame mutters under her breath, “I knew it. God, I knew she’d invite her.”

Akaashi’s smile fades seeing the tension on your face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks quietly.

“Nothing,” you lie. “Just… nerves.”

He kisses your cheek and heads off to greet guests.

Ayame stands close to you, glaring daggers at her mother.

Your heart pounds painfully. A couple of hours go by before Akaashi makes his way back to you, you were talking to his sister when he appeared kissing your head.

"Hey, pretty girl, my dad needs help getting gifts out the car, I'll be right back."

"Okay, love, I'll be here." His mom conveniently stood next to you two and talked with no other than his ex.

“You know,” she says lightly, stirring her tea, “Keiji was so smitten with you once. I always thought he’d marry you.”

"Oh, m/n." His ex laughed it off but you can tell she thinks about it too.

Ayame’s head snaps around so fast you hear her neck crack.

“Mom,” she says sharply.

Her mother waves her hand like she didn’t just carve your heart open. “Oh, I’m just reminiscing. Don’t be dramatic.”

“Mom,” she says flatly, “stop.”

Her mother blinks. “I’m just talking—”

“You’ve been talking about her nonstop for months.”

But before her mother can reply, Akaashi walked in with his dad and the cake. You quickly snapped out of it grabbing your phone, everyone began to sing happy birthday to him. He looked at you with that goofy smile you love, then it wiped off so quickly at his mother's request:

"Oh, e/n! Go help Keiji cut the cake!" Ayame chokes on her drink, you lower your phone looking at his mother in disbelief. The ex steps forward, Akaashi's looking in your direction, mortified, not sure what to do. She reaches for his hand, but he immediately jerks it back.

His mother laughs, pretending to be oblivious. "He's just shy!"

You shake your head at her and frown, placing your phone back in your bag. Akaashi notices and steps down immediately, grabbing your hand and leading you to the next room over.

"Y/n. I didn't know she'd do that. I swear."

"Its okay, Keij."

"No-listen to me," he cups your face, forcing you to look at him. "You look hurt, talk to me."

"I'm used to this, Keiji." That's when he drops his hands and backs up.

"Used to what?"

You finally tell him.

All of it.

The comments. His mom’s comparisons. The way she’d whisper things when he wasn’t around. The invitations she extended behind his back.

You don’t raise your voice. You don’t cry.

You just speak.

And Akaashi listens — every word seeming to hit him like a punch.

"Then she tells her... she always thought you'd marry her and not me Keiji."

When you finish, he’s shaking with anger he never expresses.

"She said what?" You stand taller as he gets angry, your eyes wide as he leaves the room.

"No, Keiji, this isn't the time or place." But he doesn't listen to you, walking like a man with a mission straight to his mother. "Keiji, please, baby, let's just go home and you can talk about this tomorrow." You sigh stopping in your tracks next to his sister as he continues to walk toward his mom.

Ayame rubs your arm asking what's going on, you break down telling her everything. She grabs your hand after and leads you to Keiji as he began to talk.

"Why is she here?” he asks flatly.

His mother blinks. “It’s her too—”

“Why did you tell (Y/N) you thought I’d marry someone who hurt me?”

A murmur ripples through the room.

His mother stiffens. “Keiji, I didn’t mean—”

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” His calm is razor-sharp. “Or did you hope I wouldn’t care?”

She tries to defend herself. Justify. Play innocent.

He doesn’t budge.

“You will not invite her again. You will not compare them again. You will not disrespect the woman I’m marrying.”

He says it clearly. Firm. Unshakable.

His mother opens her mouth to argue.

He cuts her off.

“If you do, I don't want you in my life.”

Silence.

Ayame stands behind her brother like she’s finally proud.

"This is your fault." You felt the crowd look at you as she points. "You couldn't just keep your damn mouth shut. This is why-"

"MOM! That's it, what is wrong with you? Can't you see I'm finally happy? I'm finally back to be me, 100%. And that's thanks to Y/n, not e/n. You will apologize or I'm never speaking to you again." He turned back to look at you only to find you gone. "Shit."

When Akaashi finds you in the hallway, still shaking.

He cups your cheeks, forehead pressed to yours.

“You should’ve told me,” he whispers. “I would’ve believed you. I would’ve protected you.”

Your voice breaks. “I didn’t want to hurt your relationship with her.”

“You’re my relationship,” he says quietly. “You’re the person I chose. The person I love. The person I’m marrying.”

You swallow hard, tears filling your eyes.

“I didn’t want to make you choose between me and your mom.”

He kisses your forehead.

“I already did.”

Soft. Steady. Certain.

“I chose you the moment I bought that ring.”

Then he pulls you into his arms — warm, grounding, safe.

pairing: fiance! Jiung x fem! reader

genre: fluff, clingy & soft jiung :p

a/n: a short fic tdy im gonna try to write more now that i have more time so keep an eye out 🔥

word count: 570

Jiung has always been the type of person to enjoy his alone time and having his own space. That was until you guys moved in together in a one bedroom apartment. It was small but home-y, you guys had similar taste so none of the decor clashed too much, you guys respected eachothers spaces as well. Sometimes Jiung did miss having his own room and having a day all alone to just think. That was until you had to leave on a business trip for a month.

Jiung was fine at first, he took the time he had alone to journal, go on long walks, and observe nature while he listened to calming music. It was nice at first, but after about two days he was missing you hard. He didn't want to bother you too much knowing you were working so he tried to not show the fact that you were all he could think of all day and all night. He would always text you throughout the day.

'Hi beautiful, just checking in to see how you're doing, did you eat yet? Make sure you don't overwork yourself!'

'Did you know humming birds are the only birds that can fly backwards? So cool :D'

He would often ramble on about his day whenever you have the chance to call if you were to sleepy to talk, but if you wanted to talk about anything he would start cheesing the second you start telling a story about something you did that day.

You were finally coming back home, this was the day Jiung had been counting down to. The second he hears the door start to unlock he's already running out of your shared room, almost slipping as he ran. He waits until your hands are free and gives you the biggest smile you've seen. He runs towards you and locks you in his arms.

"Oh my gosh, did you really miss me this much?" you say giggling and hugging him back just as tight.

"You have no idea." He says, not shy to admit he missed you so much.

You guys stay like that for what felt like an eternity, both of you taking in the moment and almost taking back all the time you guys were apart during the long awaited hug. He pulls back slightly and gives you a soft kiss on your lips.

"I'm so glad your back, I almost went insane everyday you were gone."

"I didn't expect you to be this dramatic." You said as you teased him.

Jiung was slightly embarrassed but not at the same time. He would be a horrible fiance if he didn't miss you. He didn't want to imagine his life without you and the month apart made him feel what it would be like if you left, and he hated that feeling.

"Can we go to bed now?" He says almost too softly.

"Of course pretty princess." You said with a teasing smile.

It was a Thursday night, chilly November air nipping at your nose as you walked out of the theater with your love. Shouto wanted to watch the new All Might movie, and who were you to say no to a date with your lovely boyfriend?

He seemed to enjoy it, the way his eyes lit up every time he saw his idol appear on screen. A boyish, childlike wonder present every time his eyes sparkled, he was so cute!!—wait a minute, that’s not the point!

The main point comes after this scene: after getting hot chocolate from a food stand with Shouto, you both sat down on a nearby bench. Sipping the much-needed warm drink, you let out a soft sigh.

“Isn’t hot chocolate so delicious, Shou?” Your boyfriend nods, small smile on his face as he watches your cheery expression. The cold brought a faint pink hue to his cheeks, making them rosy. He seemed contempt in the quiet moment, something you were used to with him.

But then, his gaze turned contemplative. Scooting a bit closer to you, he asked, “Can I ask you something?”

You look up at him curiously. “Sure, what’s up?”

His kissable lips pressed together firmly, like he was hesitant to say what was on his mind.

“How… do you feel about marriage?” The question caught you off-guard, and you nearly choked on your hot chocolate. “M-marriage?!?”

He nods shyly, though his expression was serious. “Yes, what do you think about it? I’ve been thinking, and… it’s something I want with you in the future—if you want that, too.” Your heart had melted at his honesty. You and Shouto have been dating for a while now, and sure, you didn’t mind marrying him, but you didn’t expect him to bring it up so casually.

Heart pounding in your chest, you turn your eyes from your drink and face him. Your breath hitches when you see his earnest expression. “Well, I wouldn’t mind marrying you, Shouto. And if we were to get married someday, I don’t want anything super fancy! I’m not into those huge diamond rings and over-the-top proposals, which all seem like a huge waste of money and a silly way to “show” that you love someone.” Shouto’s heterochromatic eyes widen at your statement, processing your words. “You wouldn’t want a ring?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, no, I’d want a ring. Just nothing extravagant, you know? I’d rather have something permanent.” Your boyfriend tilts his head confusedly.

“Permanent? What’s more permanent that a ring?” ‘Good question,’ you thought. Before Shouto brought it up right now, you never really thought about the specifics of marriage. Thinking for a moment, you decide to tease the boy and grin mischievously.

“A house,” you say proudly, half joking-half serious. No way was anyone in their right mind going to propose to you with a house oh how wrong you were babe. “I mean, it’s not something that sits on your finger until you break it or you lose it or you get too fat from aging or childbirth. It’s a place where memories are made, and…” You gently cup his right cheek with your hand, soft smile on your face, “hopefully if we do get married, it will be good memories.”

Shouto stared at you for a few seconds, as if you had just revealed the meaning of life itself. The man had already told you about his rough childhood a few years back, and you had already met his family a while ago. You knew what he feared, and you knew how to comfort him and make everything okay. Nodding slowly, Shouto gently touched the hand that was caressing his cheek. “A house,” he murmured, almost to himself.

You didn’t think of it much then. After all, it was just a silly, offhand comment that would never actually happen…

...right?

You had laughed off your “wish” not even a few minutes after you said it, and continued chatting about the movie and basking in your boyfriend’s company.

But Shouto? Shouto took it to heart. And everyone knows that Pro Hero Shouto Todoroki never does a half-assed job.

That’s why, exactly one year later, on another chilly November night, he drove you into a quiet, fancy neighborhood that you definitely had no business being in.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. You both had just finished a pleasant, fancy dinner in the heart of the city and were driving back to your shared apartment. Perhaps Shouto was just taking a detour to tour the area. Perhaps Fuyumi-san was interested in moving out to a nice neighborhood with her boyfriend? As your mind drifted away in a daydreaming cloud, the black BMW M850i pulled up to the sidewalk and came to a stop. The warm hand caressing your thigh gently squeezed it, and Shouto put the car on park. “My love,” he spoke, voice smooth and low, “Would you like some fresh air?” You quirked a brow curiously but nodded and unbuckled. Your boyfriend came around and opened the door for you, holding your lower back gently as he guided you to the sidewalk.

Curiously, you looked around at the beautiful houses around you in wonder. They were a mix of traditional and modern. It almost reminded you of Shouto’s own household, though these ones were obviously new and had a better, modern architectural design to it.

Intertwining his fingers in his, he looks down at your figure and smiles softly. “This is a new neighborhood that I wanted to show you. It was recently completed in July.” His voice was calm, a soft smile on his face—with a hint of something that you couldn’t identify. Something… deeper.

You tilted your head and looked up at him curiously. “It’s beautiful, love, but, why are we here?”

And then,

Shouto got down on one knee—

a gasp,

and pulled out a small velvet box—

another gasp,

and opened it—

revealing a delicate diamond ring.

It was simple, elegant, and exactly what you had in mind one year ago.

But before you could say anything else, he pulled something else out of his pocket:

A small, silver key.

Your jaw drops, mouth hanging wide open, as small tears prick at your eyes. Shouto smiles softly at your expression, gaze never wavering. “I remembered what you said last year and-”

“Shouto. Himura. Todoroki. You didn’t!”

He chuckles, your knees feeling week as you stared at his amused yet sincere expression.

“I did.” Warm liquid falls down your cheek before you know it, yet all you can focus on is the man in front of you.

“I know that you said you wanted something permanent, and I want to give you something permanent too.” He glances at the house that you both were in front of, and then back at you. “It’ll be a place where we can build a life together, a place where you will always be safe, a home where you will always feel loved.” Your heart cracks even further at the sound of his voice, honest and genuine and vulnerable and raw.

“My love for you is permanent, Y/N, and if you’ll have me, I want to share this with you, forever.”

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to find words. “Shouto, hic are you— sniffle this—this house—” “I wanted you to have both a ring and a house.” Your boyfriend says that with full conviction in his voice, honesty and sincerity evident.

“Will you, L/N, Y/N, marry me?”

You nod furiously and desperately wipe some of your tears,

“Yes! God, yes Shouto!” Your new fiancé wastes no time scrambling up to his feet and sliding the ring on your pretty ring finger. Gently, he pulls you into his arms and tenderly wipes some of your tears.

“You’re sniffle incredible,” you murmur in his chest. Shouto laughs, but he is cut off by the second half of your statement. “And incredibly terrible!” He blinks, confusedly. “What? Why?”

“Shouto!” You chastize him with a huff, using your sleeve to wipe away snot that’s probably gross (Shouto doesn’t think it’s that gross). “Why would you spend 60 million yen on me!?!” (approximately $400,000 in USD)

He blinks again, confused, as if you had said something silly. “I’m a pro hero,” he says cooly, shrugging as if that and the amount of money he spent was no big deal (it really isn’t a big deal to him). “I’ve been saving, and…” Gently, he holds the hand with the ring up to his lips and kisses your knuckles gently, making your knees buckle and your cheeks even rosier.

“You’re worth it, my love. This ring, the house, nothing can compare to how happy and loved you’ve made me.” Tears well up in your eyes once again, threatening to spill over as your heart clenches. “That’s so unfair,” you murmur, voice cracking. Shouto’s lips quirk up into a smug smile, almost like a smirk, showing his blatant amusement.

“What is, darling?”

“Being this perfect,” you mutter, tears streaming down your cheeks again. Shouto laughs and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry, but you deserve everything, Y/N. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure that you know it.” His eyes widen when you let out a whiny sob, burying your face into his warm chest. His left hand gently rubs circles on your back as he chuckles. A cool autumn breeze blows by, ruffling your hair. Shouto sees you visibly shiver and strokes your head.

“You must be cold, would you like to go inside?”