Being best friends with Fred Weasley means three things: detention, chaos and zero peace. Florence has survived years of pranks, secret passages and being dragged into trouble she definitely didn't plan. Fred is loud, reckless, impossible to say no to, and somehow he's also her safest place. Then fifth year hits, and everything feels different. Laughs last longer. Glances mean more. And Florence realises the worst possible thing she could ever realise: she's falling for her best friend. A boy who flirts with everyone, fears nothing, and would never, ever feel the same. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content. "Since when did you get wise?" Fred shrugs. "Watching someone you care about come frighteningly close to not getting back up again tends to rearrange your priorities." I glance back at him then-and something in his expression softens, like he's relieved I'm still here, still talking, still breathing. "And just for the record," he adds, tone easy, almost offhand, though his eyes are anything but, "if a Dementor so much as drifts in your direction again, I'll personally see it launched into the lake." I can't stop the small laugh that escapes me. "You really think you can single-handedly protect me from every dangerous thing in the world?" "I'd bloody well try." I lift my eyes to his, properly this time. It's only then that I realise how close he is-how his whole focus is fixed entirely on me like nothing else in the room matters. And something aches in my chest-sharp and soft all at once. The kind of ache that reminds you you're alive. That you've survived worse. That maybe you're allowed moments like this. Highest Rankings: #1 in fredweasley #5 in fredandgeorge #5 in harrypotterfanfiction #10 in gryffindor All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for the original ones created by me.

"I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow" - Leah Hadleigh is no stranger to the Weasley family, having spent most of her life with the mischievous twin boys by her side. But when they enter their fourth year at Hogwarts, something has shifted. Warning: This book does contain smut, childhood friends to lovers. Mature readers only please (18+). - The Wizarding World of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling but my own plot and characters are completely mine. I do not own any of the gifs utilized in this story.

Summer 1986. Valerie Anderson is a broke, bored waitress stuck in a Sunset Strip diner and dreaming of escape. By twenty-two, she's fled her mother's faith and vowed never to return. Enter: Axl Rose. He's a god on a stage and a mess of contradictions off it--infuriating, electrifying, and raw in a way she just can't shake. At once, his rootlessness upends her routine. What blooms as infatuation swiftly spirals into obsessive devotion triggering the suspicion of Valerie's best friend, Jill. Her criticism rips open old wounds and tears Valerie between the only love she's ever known and imminent self-destruction; whatever differences exist between the two. Sex, drugs, and resurrected histories scar the rise of Guns N' Roses and tempt the fall of its troubled muse. Her past isn't dead, only angered. But does it wield a sharper knife than the life Axl leads? ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅ Book one of the Love Letters from a Californian Motel series. AXL ROSE X OC Started: January 22, 2025. Finished: October 4, 2025. (Not an exact repost of the original. The story has since been revamped and rewritten, including minor changes in this novel and larger ones in later installments.) See inside for a lengthier description of trigger warnings, tagged per chapter. This series is not suitable for minors or readers uncomfortable with mature, sensitive topics. Please exercise appropriate reader discretion.