#fred Weasley x gn!reader

[desideriumwriter]

hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley where the reader is a pureblood slytherin (introverted, stubborn, etc) and they're in a secret relationship. one day their differences lead them to having a huge argument where their pride gets the best of them and they insult each other (about their hogwarts houses stereotypes, their families, blood status) saying the worst things.

thank you <33

this is my first request ever and i’m so excited! im not rlly sure how i feel abt it but i do hope this fits what you wanted! (900 words)

“I’m tired of us being a secret. I’m tired of being a secret.” Fred said as he closed the door behind him, locking you both in the potions classroom that was now abandoned and empty.

“What?” You scoffed.

“I can’t keep doing this. Hiding our relationship from everyone. Why can’t we just tell them?” He sighed.

“My family, they wouldn’t approve of it, you know that.” Your voice was small.

Your family’s views were strict and old fashioned. They were against wizards or witches and muggles being together, especially getting married and having children. They called anyone They saw and they’ve pushed those views on you ever since you were small.

It hurts to say but if they found out you were in a relationship with the type of person they weren’t fond of, someone like Fred Weasley. You’d be shamed and disowned in less than a minute.

“I don’t care what your family thinks! Why do you care so much about what they think?” Fred groaned. “We don’t have to tell them directly, we can tell other people, let your parents figure it out on their own. They can deal with it.”

“Fred. Our families are-”

“My family has said nothing but good things about you! Hell, George cares about you as much as I do! Yours can’t even return the favor.”

“What? You told your family about me?” Your face slightly dropped.

“Only George…” He trailed off.

“That wasn’t part of the deal.” You spat, the awkward look on Fred's face was wiped off and replaced with anger.

“Deal? What bloody deal? You’re making it sound like this is some bet you took.” He scoffed.

“No! You know what I mean, we promised not to tell anybody.”

“That’s what I’m tired of! How many more times do I have to say it?”

“Fred..don’t you know what they’ll say about me?”

“You won’t be the only one getting talked about. This isn’t just about you!” Fred rubbed his face with his hands. “I should’ve listened to George. He was right.” He mumbled to himself. Your face slowly dropped.

“What?” You spoke quietly, all the volume in your voice had been washed away.

“When I first told George about you, he seemed offended that I could be in love with someone like you.” He spat.

“Someone like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You were taken aback by his sudden change of tone.

“A slytherin. He didn’t think someone as bitter and stubborn and vile as you could love me.” His words stung like acid.

“And you’re not? Don’t you see how reckless and narrow-minded you can be with the things you do?”

The next few minutes were just the both of you taking stabs at each other. Insulting anything you could find one another. You both began to sound like broken records, repeating the same cruel things at each other.

“I’m choosing my own path in life, I’m not letting myself get pushed into something I don’t want to do.” At this point he was just spewing things out, biting back at you, you decided to do the same.

“You mean that little shop you want to open? With all your stupid trick candies? Have you even thought about how you’re going to get it, if you’ll even be allowed to sell things like that?”

“Well, it’s better than being like you and following in the footsteps of your mother.” He shook his head. You scoffed in disbelief.

“Don’t you dare compare me to her. You don’t know how hard it’s been for me. You don’t know what I’ve dealt with.”

“Oh of course, it must be so hard living in that giant mansion, getting everything you want handed on a silver plate.” He fake pouted and mocked a sad voice.

“I’ve worked for everything I have and I'm grateful for it. Have you ever?” He pointed a threatening finger at you.

“Working for it? By stealing and lying? At least I tell the truth.” You shot back.

“Then tell me why you refuse to let us be together in public.” Fred blurted out, you went silent.

“I’ve told you a million times, it’s my family-“

“No it isn’t! It isn’t about them anymore!” He shouted. “Are you embarrassed of me? You can’t be seen with a Weasley?”

“No! It’s not about you, it has nothing to do with you.” Your voice crackled, Fred only stepped back and sighed.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this, Y/N.” He ran his hands through his hair.

“I love you.” You blurted out, eyes beginning to water, tears filling them up. Fred was already crying, his teardrops hitting his robes and the floor.

“If you truly do, then you don’t in a way that I can understand.” He sniffled and began to turn away, heading for the door.

“Please don’t go. We can fix this, alright?” You cried as you clinged onto his wrist.

“Either you can stop being afraid and walk out there with your hand in mine,” Fred’s voice was stern as he began to give you his ultimatum. “Or I can leave, alone. And we’ll choose to believe nothing has ever happened between us.”

He stood there quietly while you searched to find the words, hot tears began to stream down your face. Freds eyes were only red and puffy now, his cheeks tearstained.

“I don’t…I don’t know. I can’t.” Your voice crackled as you shook your head weakly, giving an answer that you weren’t even sure of. He nodded weakly and tucked in his lips.

“Alright.” His voice was small. Defeated. Fred looked down for a moment, then brought his head back up and sniffled.

Fred gave you a pained smile. Then left, he didn’t even dare to look at you one last time. Shutting the door quietly.

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[george-weasleys-girl]

babyy😩I need a story from you to be happy

can you do Fred weasley x gn!reader fluff/angst? They come home stressed out from a tiring day, maybe Fred wants to show a new invention and they end up falling out cause of tiredness.

They apologize and the fluff comes, the reader hears about the new invention and they sleep cuddled, the twins already have the store, the reader can have their own store...

if you cant, let me know. im sorry for the bad english - 🍓

Of course, lovely! Btw, your english is excellent 🧡

The Argument

Fred Weasley x gn!reader

Warnings: a couple of curse words

~•~

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief as they approached the front door.

Home.

They could finally relax and put this hellish day behind them.

Or so they thought.

Y/N had barely gotten through the door when Fred grabbed their hand, pulling them through the house. "I'm so glad you're home, baby! I've been waiting all afternoon to show my new invention!"

"Fred," Y/N tried to get his attention.

"It's so cool!" He continued, completely oblivious.

"Fred, please," they tried again after tripping and almost falling. "Could we just - "

"I can't believe I haven't thought of it before now!" He blathered on.

"FRED!!" Y/N yelled, digging their feet into the carpet. "STOP! JUST STOP FOR ONE FUCKING MINUTE! PLEASE!"

He stopped dead in his tracks and stared back at Y/N.

"I just got home!" Y/N began. "I'm tired! I'm stressed! And I need to pee! And all you can think about is your stupid invention!"

Fred dropped their hand and swallowed hard. "Fine. Go do whatever you need to do. If you need me, I'll be in the workroom with my stupid invention."

"Fred, love, I didn't mean..." they attempted to apologize, but he'd already disappeared into the workroom, slamming the door behind him. "Dammit," Y/N sighed, massaging their forehead against the oncoming headache before heading to the bathroom.

~•~

Y/N shuffled out of the bathroom to find Fred sitting on the bed, head in his hands. They sat down next to him. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean what I said - "

"I know you didn't," he interjected. "This is all my fault. I didn't stop to think about your needs or that maybe you'd had a bad day."

Y/N scooted closer to him, wrapping their arm around his shoulders. "It's okay. I shouldn't have lost my temper. You were just excited."

Fred looked up at them and smiled. "I still am. And I still really want to show it to you. But first, I want you to tell me about your day."

"Are you sure?" They asked. "My story can come later."

"No, you're more important, love," he took both their hands in his. "Tell me what happened. Please."

Y/N took a deep breath, releasing the last of their stress. "Some kids thought it'd be funny to set a niffler loose in the shop..."

~•~

"Wow! This is amazing!" Y/N peered down at the new invention.

"You really think so?" Fred asked.

"Of course, my love," they smiled. "This is genius level stuff."

Fred grinned, his cheeks tinging pink. "It still needs some tweaking before it's ready for prime time."

"Well, I'm sure you'll have it ready in no time," they complemented, leaning in to give him a gentle, lingering kiss.

"Hey, what do you say we order in pizza?" Fred suggested after they pulled apart. "And then cuddle up in bed and have a cheesy eighties movie marathon."

Y/N smiled. "I couldn't think of a better way to spend the evening."

~•~

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[cosmic-glow]

Notes: Challenged to spend the night in the cemetery during Halloween, you are surprised to find company until dawn.

Warnings: Fred x gn!reader; mention of anxiety; small plot at the end; SFW.

It was a stupid idea, for an even more stupid joke, you felt stupid for doing it, there were too many "stupid" for just one sentence and yet you continued with the challenge. Of all the games you could have suggested for the group, you had to choose "Truth or Dare", as if that couldn't turn against you, brilliant. Now here you were, holding your leather jacket tightly around your body and trying to figure out how you were going to get into the cemetery so late at night without being seen, truly incredible.

With momentum and strength that made your arms shake as you had to pull your own weight, you jumped over the wall and cursed your entire group of friends for putting you in this situation. Luckily for you - if had any luck in being in all this - there was no one in the cemetery to catch you, everything was very silent, with a strange fog covering the graves, the only light that illuminated the place was the moonlight and some streetlights that were too far away from each other. A shiver ran through your body as you walked between the tombs and realized that the only ones in that cemetery were you and the dead.

It was better to get it over with, you pulled out your cell phone and turned on the camera, a photo would be enough to convince them that you spent the whole night there, then you found a way to get rid of the locator spell that revealed the place you were in. last hours. Finding a position that illuminated your face well but still showed the cemetery behind you, you pressed the button while giving the camera the middle finger, you just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. Your eyes closed at the surprise flash, you swore it had turned off.

- Who is the photo for?

A male voice asked and made you jump and look in the direction, right next to you was a tall boy, probably a few years older than you, with wild red hair and a curious smile and look. Where did he come from? And how did he approach without making a sound? You immediately pulled out your wand in fear of the unknown, who seemed too strange for you.

- Who are you?!

- Hey, calm down, calm down! My name is Fred, Fred Weasley, I was also a student at Hogwarts, I won't do you any harm, I just wanted to know what a freshman was doing in the cemetery - he raised his hands helplessly.

- I'm not a freshman! And how can I be sure you won't do anything?

- My wand is in my pocket, if you want you can take it, I just want to talk.

You walked over and placed your wand against his neck while you took the one from the boy's pocket and put it in your jacket. In one quick movement you moved away from him, lowering your wand but still not putting it away. Fred rubbed his neck, still in shock. Silently, he took a small step back and sat down on the nearest tombstone.

- You're badass... I think I was wrong to worry, but after all, what the hell are you doing alone in the cemetery at this hour?

- First you tell me, after all, it seems to me that you are in the same situation.

- The party I was at ended later than I expected, I didn't get a ride so I was walking home when I saw someone jumping over the cemetery wall - he revealed and it seemed true.

- I was challenged to spend the night in the cemetery, when dawn I can leave - you put away your wand.

- How stupid... - you agreed but didn't say - ... Aren't you afraid of seeing a ghost? - a smile appeared on his face.

- I'm not afraid of ghosts.

- And angels?

- Why would anyone be afraid of angels?

- Yeah, I said it without thinking - he shrugged and stood up - Well, then I'll leave. Was a pleasure to meet you.

- No! Wait! - you said without even thinking and the smile on his face increased - I still have your wand... - disguised.

- Oh, that's true, I forgot.

He approached you with his hand outstretched, waiting for you to give it back to him, and you were about to give it back, but you hesitated. A better idea popped into your mind, at the last second you pulled the wand back to you and put it away.

- I will return your wand on one condition.

- Condition? The wand is mine!

- If you help me remove this locator spell, I'll give it back to you and we can get out of here - you imposed.

- Locator spell? - he laughed loudly - There's no way to remove a locator spell! You have to wait for the duration to end.

- What do you mean there's no way to take it off!? - you widened your eyes.

- Yes, I'm really sorry, now can you give me my wand back?

You looked down at your feet feeling even more stupid for having accepted all of this, you thought and thought but no idea that could get you out of this without being ridiculed came up, before anxiety could take over you raised your head with determination.

- No. You will spend the night here with me.

- What?! I have nothing to do with this!

- That's because you scared me, when dawn comes I'll give you your wand back and we'll get out of here.

Fred stared at you in disbelief, thinking of several great names to call you with the anger he felt. With an irritated sigh or grunt - it was hard to tell - he turned his back to you and walked away. Now it was you who was in disbelief and ran after him, "where are you going?!" You called but he didn't answer you. When you found him, Fred was resting on top of a grave, arms crossed.

- Fred?

- Do you want me to wait? Okay, but I'm not going to stay upright until dawn - you laughed and sat on the tomb next to you.

- Thanks for staying.

- As if I had much choice.

For a long time, the two of you stayed like that, sitting on top of the tombs side by side, waiting for the sun in silence. There was a cold breeze that sent shivers down the back of your neck from time to time, making you cross your arms tighter against your body. Fred didn't seem to mind that much, his thoughts were far away.

- Can I say something? - he said suddenly, breaking the long silence, almost scaring you.

- Yes.

- You have terrible friends, I would never let a friend stay in the cemetery alone, never! - he seemed really angry for you.

- You can't talk much, none of your friends gave you a ride and now you're in the cemetery too.

- Yeah, I'm, right...? - he said more to himself than to you - I think we both have shitty friends - you laughed.

- ... I would have given you a ride - he looked at you.

- ... Thanks - he smiled.

The conversation between you after that started shyly, but soon you were both laughing. Fred was actually very funny, and even though he had every reason to be mad at you, he chose to forget about it and make you laugh. He preferred to ask about how things were at Hogwarts now than to frown until the first ray of sunlight appeared. He told you about the school's secret passages, about the incredible things he invented and how he gave the teachers trouble when he was a student, how he always had a prank ready for each of them. Fred listened to you talk about the things you had done too and smiled every time you were proud that you hadn't been caught. In the end, to your surprise, you were very similar, even if still different.

Only when you ran out of topics did notice that the sun had already risen, he then got up from the stone tomb and stretched.

- Let's go? We have to take advantage of the fact that no janitor or anything like that has arrived yet to catch us.

Agreeing, you got up and followed the path he took, arriving at a gate that was very well locked. Fred looked at you and held out his hand and he didn't need to say anything for you to understand that he wanted the wand. As agreed, you returned it. With a spell that wasn't just a simple Alohomora, Fred managed to unlock the gate.

- George and I invented this spell when we were still in 5th grade.

- Who is George? - he was silent for a while.

- An old friend - he said and opened the gate, which creaked.

Maybe it was all in your head, but the outside of the cemetery seemed to have a much lighter air. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, realizing how tired you were and just wanted to get back to your dorm before a teacher or monitor noticed you were missing.

- Well, then I'll go, it was nice talking to you, Y/n - Weasley announced.

- Ah, yes, it was nice talking to you too, thanks for the company...

But when you opened your eyes and turned to him there was no one, how had he disappeared so quickly? It was just a matter of seconds. You found it really strange but you didn't think about it too much, wizards disappearing in the blink of an eye was considerably normal, maybe a little rude, but normal. Shrugging and starting to go on your way, you pulled your cell phone out of your pocket to check how the photo you took had turned out. And at that time something really strange happened. In the photo there was only you, there was no one next to you, nothing, not a single strand of Fred's red hair appeared in the photo even though he was right next to you at the moment you took it. But as the flash was on, something behind you lit up and shone, you zoomed in to get a better look. On the tombstone behind you was a photo that reflected the light, and just below was engraved the name: Fred Weasley (April 1, 1978 – May 2, 1998). His voice echoed in your mind: "Aren't you afraid of seeing a ghost? And an angel?" A shiver ran through your body when understood what had just happened.

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[daily-hayley568]

hi :)

Can I get a plussized non-binary reader, x Fred Weasly,

and like, Fred just gets pissed at some slytherins (the quidditch captain) for making fun of reader for being bigger (but like, their not skinny but also not fat? Ykyk?) and Fred just is mad and then soon has to comfort the reader?

I’d Knock Your Teeth Straight but That Would Be Doing You A Favor|Fred Weasley

pairings: Fred Weasley x gn!reader

summary: You and Fred have been dating for about a year. You’d always thought yourself as a bit chubby and you were okay with that. A lot of Slytherins made comments to you and Fred Weasley was there to hear it.

warnings: self-deprecation, bullying?, swearing, fighting, a lot of of fluff

A/N: y’all are gorgeous!! i love the love you guys give my tumblr and I hope I do this request justice! Love hayley.

Another restless September morning. You were sitting by the Black Lake watching the squid swim and tread through the depths of the water. You were writing in your journal about a story you were trying to create.

It was something you loved to do. It was to write and read fantasy stories even if you felt like you lived in a fantasy yourself. You were attending Hogwarts and dating the most well-known prankster known. Fred Weasley.

When you first met Fred and George you were a shy first-year looking for somewhere to sit down on the train to Hogwarts. You met the twins and Lee Jordan that day. A quartet that had never been separated since.

And like most, you fell for the flirtatious charms of Fred Weasley. You figured the only way you guys were dating was because George decided seven minutes in heaven would be the best game. After drinking a couple firewhiskys you agreed. Oh merlin, was it heaven.

Since then Fred asked you on a date and then to be his significant other. You really loved him.

Your memories were interrupted by a couple of Slytherins sauntering towards you.

“Hello, Y/N.”

You internally sighed.

This has been happening for a while. You used to keep your head down but since you started dating Fred Weasley that changed. It put a target on your back so to speak.

It was usually after George and Fred pranked one of them. They retaliated against you. You would never tell Fred. He didn’t have to know. The Slytherins were just making comments.

You didn’t think the comments were far off.

“Personally,” one boy in the group started, “I didn’t know they let cows into Hogwarts.”

The group cackled, circling in on you menacingly. You shifted in the grass looking up at them.

“I haven’t seen any cows.” You muttered and they chuckled.

“I’ll show you one.” One of the boys conjured a mirror showing yourself. “Here.”

You choked back tears, not daring to cry in front of these pathetic fools. Then the same one grabbed your journal tossing it into the black lake.

“We’d toss you but we’re not even that strong.” They laughed again walking towards the castle.

You scrambled up, tears running freely, “Shit, shit, shit!” You grabbed the journal soaked and ruined. “Damn.”

“Darling! There you are.”

Fred. oh no. You used your sleeve to wipe the tears, praying to Merlin that you didn’t look like you’d been crying. You forcibly swallowed the tears.

You turned with a sour expression. “What’s wrong?” He was with George and George’s frown was prevalent.

“I- the wind blew and caught the book and it fell in the water.” The lies were too easy. You didn’t want Fred to know, nor George. It’s not like it was a big deal.

“It’s ok, Baby. I’ll get you a new one.” Fred muttered bringing you into his arms and kissing the top of your head.

Instantly all your worries faded into the crisp breeze. Fred smelled of fire and a strong cinnamon scent. He smelled like home.

“Would you like to hear our newest prank?” Fred grinned leaning down to peck another kiss to your lips.

“Tell me all about it!”

—-

The weeks had been silent from the Slytherin crew. You were thankful. This time they approached you was after Gryffindor won the quidditch cup.

You exited the party walking down the corridors. Empty and the faded wireless music followed you. You shivered even with Fred’s sweatshirt over you.

That’s when you ran full into Marcus Flint. Ah, fuck. Marcus Flint was an ugly Slytherin boy. He had crooked front

“Sorry.” You muttered, keeping your head down.

“L/N. I didn’t know Weasley’s jumper would fit on you.” The snaggled-tooth boy snickered.

You swallowed, turning to face him. “Then again you may’ve used an enlargement charm.”

“Please, just leave me alone.” You whispered softly trying to brush past him, but he wrapped an hand around your wrist yanking you back.

“Where do ya think you’re going?”

“I just said. Away from you.”

“Y’know. You’d be prettier if you were skinnier. You’re just a blob.”

You choked again. “Please. Stop.”

“What because you it’s true?”

“Get your hands off them. Now.” Fred Weasley. Oh.

You turned and Fred was striding towards the both of you. Fred had heard the entire conversation and he realized he had to stop this madness.

Blood boiling rage filled the older twin. He wanted to slam Marcus Flint into the wall. The older boy, Marcus, grinned at the appearance of Fred.

“We were just chatting weren’t we, Darling?” His taunting grin to you made you shiver.

“Don’t call me that.”

Fred reached them stepping in front of you to break the physical contact between you two. Fred pushed Marcus back. “Shut the fuck up. She’s pretty enough as is. You couldn’t get someone as pretty as her even if you tried.”

“I could get skinnier, I bet.”

“You’re a full git, you know that?” Fred landed his fist in Marcus’ nose. “I’d knock your teeth straight but that’d would be doing you a favor.”

You had never seen Fred so.. angry. It was kinda hot. If you weren’t on the verge of tears.

Marcus scattered off and it was just you and Fred. You were left alone in the corridor. Fred thought you were so gorgeous bathed in the moonlight from the windows.

“It’s stupid that I’m crying, I know. It’s just it’s kept happening.”

“Kept happening. Baby, has this been going on for a long time?” You nodded glancing off to the window so you wouldn’t have to look into his chocolate eyes. He turned your chin with his fingers his eyes welcoming and full of love. “It’s not stupid. Slytherins are jerks. I wished you would’ve told me, I would’ve handled it sooner.”

“I thought it would just stop. That they’d leave me alone.” He sighed wrapping his arms around your waist. “It’s not like they were lying to me.”

Fred looked as if he had been slapped in the face.

“What? They were lying. Just jealous you’re the best person all in Hogwarts.” He kissed you. “I love you so much.”

He kissed you again, “You’re so funny.” Another kiss. “Creative.” Kiss. “Smart.” Kiss. And again and again. He kept telling you something new he loved about you.

Fred knew he was going to have to beat the snot out of Marcus Flint, but right now he was going to comfort you.

He led you to his dorm that night, tucked you both in and fell asleep.

You didn’t have to wonder the next morning why Marcus Flint had a black eye and cut lip at breakfast. Or why he was glaring at you and Fred his arm tightly around you.

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Reader (no specific gender) Summary: you go to Headquarters to see that your boyfriend, Fred, has cut his long hair Warnings: none Note: this is a shorty. ~ loosely based on that part of clueless

"well isn't this place...lively" Hermione tried to smile as we looked at the Headquarters, aka 12 Grimmauld place

you sighed as you walked to the front door, Mad Eye leading us in

"go upstairs and make yourself at home" he grumbled as we reached the stairs

You heard Ron yell from the top of the stairs and come down

"hey" he smiled at Hermione

"hi" she blinked

"where's Fred?" you asked, wanting to see your boyfriend that you haven't seen all holidays

"he's upstairs, first door to the right" Ron responded.

you thanked him before going upstairs, looking for your boyfriend

you turned to the right and looked at the first door

you knocked and there was no response, but you heard shuffeling

"Freddie?" you called through the door

"come in!" he called back

you opened the door and walked through, putting your bags by the door as you looked at him on the bed, his blanket over his body and head, covering his hair and shoulders

you went over to him and sat beside him

"are you cold?" you asked, motioning to the blanket

"yeah...it's quite chilly" he responded

"Y/n!" you heard George yell from behind you

you turned around with a smile that slowly dropped when you saw his hair

his hair that was once long, to now short

the twins always had the same haircut, they never had different styles, so you knew that Fred had also cut it

you slowly turned your head to face Fred, who smiled innocently

in the corner of your eye, you saw George's smirk

you took the blanket off him and stood up when you saw his hair

"what have you done!?" you yelled at him

he got off the bed and reached for your hands

"it was getting too long, babe, hard to manage. and it's not that bad! I think I look good!" he defended himself

you've always loved his hair, but you loved it when it was long.

'more to grab on to' you always said

"why wouldn't you ask me! I'm the one who has to look at you!" you shook your head, disappointed

"I'm sorry! I didn't think you would hate it this much" he chuckled

you stood there, looking at him blankly

you reached up and grabbed onto his hair, gripping it lightly

you ran your fingers through it and sighed

it was still soft.

it was still thick

you ruffled it and smiled when it got in the way of his eyes

it wasn't short short, just shorter

"you owe me 5 sickles" George spoke proudly

Fred huffed and pulled the silver coins out of his pocket before handing it to his twin

you looked at them both weirdly

"he knew you wouldn't like it" he said

"I don't...not like it. I just prefer it long" you rolled your eyes

"either way I was right!" George grinned, apparating out of the room

you turned back to the older twin and looked up at his hair

"I guess I'll get used to it" you frowned

"you have to, it's never going long again" he laughed lowly, bringing you into a hug

"not even just a few inches?" you tried

"nope" he shook his head

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#fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #james phelps #harry potter universe #imagines #oneshot #fluff #cute #gn reader #harry potter imagines #george weasley

[friendly-reject]

~Precious indeed~ Imagine

He looked up from his food to you, smiling as he waved. Staring at his gorgeous eyes with a dreamy look on your face you waved back as he went back to eating, "You're amazing, even when you're not trying to be ya' are", You spoke out. Staring at you confused he tilted his head giggling "W-what??", grabbing a glass of water so he wouldn't choke. Shrugging your shoulders, gazing at him like there was nothing better on this planet to do. Leaning over the table, grabbing his face and kissing his forehead, he was even more confused but you were even more in love.

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#bnha x gn!reader #ben hargreeves x reader #deku x gn!reader #Fred Weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #Bolin x reader #Rengoku x reader #Goku x reader #Cedric diggory x reader #im gay #marcus lopez x reader #billy bennet x reader #billy Bennett #bnha x gn! reader #mha x reader #deadly class x reader #Aang x reader #Sakka x reader #Naruto x reader #Kiba x reader #Tobi uchiha x reader #Obito x reader #Lo'ak x reader #Rotxo x reader #Ao'nung x reader #bnha x reader incorrect quotes #avatar the way of water #Luffy x reader #beelzebub x reader #obey me beelzebub

[hp-hcs]

🄼🄰🅂🅃🄴🅁🄻🄸🅂🅃

male, nonbinary, & gender-neutral readers x hp characters

NOT UP TO DATE!!!

requests: open! (RULES)

join the taglist!

Do you hate it when you find a fic that says “x reader” only for it to have she/her pronouns, as if it’s some inherent rule that only fem people read fanfiction? WELL DO I HAVE A BLOG FOR YOU.

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am i reorganizing my masterlist for the 10,000th time? yep! i’ve finally written enough that i need to break this down into tinier masterlists!

key: 🚹 = male reader ⚧️ = nonbinary reader 🚻 = gender-neutral reader

☣️ = yandere tw 💥 = violence tw ‼️ = homophobia/transphobia tw 🩸 = blood/gore tw 🧨 = implied sexual content/sexual innuendos ❤️‍🔥 = smut tw

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mattheo riddle masterlist

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theodore nott masterlist

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polyamorous/non-monogamous masterlist

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“Splinched” masterlist • theodore nott 🚹🩸

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“Pansy’s Brother” masterlist • theodore nott 🚹 ☣️ 💥

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“lipstick” masterlist • enzo berkshire and draco malfoy 🚻 ☣️ ❤️‍🔥

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“watercolors” masterlist • tom riddle 🚹

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“The Doll” masterlist • enzo berkshire, regulus black, draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle, and blaise zabini 🚻 💥

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“phoenix tears” masterlist • riddle brothers 🚹 ‼️💥🩸

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draco malfoy:

the audacity, i can’t believe this 🚹

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enzo berkshire:

shut up 🚹☣️❤️‍🔥

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ron weasley:

love triangle 🚹

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neville longbottom:

mr. green thumb 🚻

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weasley twins:

common room confessions 🚹

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blaise zabini:

uniforms ⚧️

fiendfyre 🚹

yandere! blaise zabini headcanons 🚻

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narcissa malfoy:

yandere! mother! headcanons 🚻 ☣️💥

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riddle brothers:

June 🚻

crystal 🚻☣️💥 (referenced attempted S/A tw)

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pansy parkinson:

paralyzer 🚻

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viktor krum:

sibling rivalry 🚻

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slytherin boys hcs:

slytherin boys: gn! muggleborn! reader’s music taste is rather…unexpected 🚻

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random non-reader stories:

key:

❌= implied/referenced child abuse tw 🛑= graphic child abuse tw

“where have you been?”

molly weasley discovers the extent of the dursleys’ abuse ❌

the weasley family and their cinematic adventures

just some funky lil headcanons

Harry Potter and the Amount of Abuse He Suffered at the Hands of His Guardians That Doesn’t Get Mentioned Nearly Enough (aka LET THE POOR BOY BE TRAUMATIZED)

writing prompt: “…jegulus taking in teenage harry after he runs away from the dursleys” 🛑 ❌

untitled tomarry thingy (i just love them okay)

writing prompt: “Touch starved Tom / Voldemort” 🛑 ❌

two thousand words of pure marauders-raise-harry fluff

writing prompt: “regulus black becoming the best seeker ever and harry being his biggest fan and then he finds out that his dad use to date him and he tries (and plots with sirius) to get them back together just so he can call the regulus black his stepdad”

Children Don’t Belong in Cupboards (pt. 1/?)

synopsis: jily comes to the dursleys’ to get their son back 🛑 ❌

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#harry potter #hp #hp x male reader #x male reader #tom riddle #weasley twins #fred weasley #george weasley #gay #weasley family #marauders era #draco x reader #draco malfoy #jegulus #x reader #hp x gn reader #mattheo riddle x reader #tom riddle x male reader #tom riddle x reader #x gender neutral reader #male reader #theodore nott #blaise zabini #fuck jkr

[wolken-n]

❝𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧s❞

Unspecified gender

𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢

★ Fred is an expert at planning surprises for you. Always coming up with creative ways to show his love, whether through gifts or romantic gestures.

★ Fred is known for his mischievous and playful sense of humor, in private, he is an incredibly sweet and affectionate guy. He loves making you laugh and ensuring that you're always happy.

★ Something you both share is a deep love for sweets and pranks, which brings you even closer. You spend hours coming up with jokes and enjoying sweets together.

★ When it comes to holidays, Fred turns every day into something unforgettable. Christmas is a very special time in your relationship, filled with decorations and gifts.

★ Despite the constant antics of the Weasley twins, Fred is a natural protector. He always looks out for your safety and is willing to face any challenge to keep you safe.

★ It doesn't matter what you do together, whether it's exploring the world or just hanging out at the Burrow, Fred makes every moment special and meaningful.

★ The two of you share a unique bond, understanding each other's thoughts perfectly with just a single glance or smile.

★ Your love is a perfect balance between excitement and stability, making your relationship strong and enduring.

𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢

★ George is a passionate advocate of freedom and independence in a relationship. Despite his playful side, he always values your independence and encourages you to pursue your passions.

★ George's sense of humor is contagious, and he knows it well. That's why he always tries to make you laugh even in the toughest moments.

★ Playing pranks and tricks never goes out of style for George. He always finds clever ways to surprise you with jokes and affectionate little mischiefs.

★ George is a master at creating memorable moments. Whether it's organizing a romantic date under the stars or simply taking a walk together in the Forbidden Forest, every moment you share is unique.

★ George's loyalty to you is unwavering. He is always ready to defend and protect you, no matter what.

★ You both share a deep emotional connection, allowing you to understand each other without the need for many words. He's always there to support you in any situation.

★ The Burrow is the perfect place for their love to flourish. Together, you create a home filled with love, laughter, and, of course, top-quality pranks.

★ He values honesty and sincerity in your relationship.He always strives to communicate with you, building greater trust each time.

#weasley twins x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter #fred weasly x reader #george wealsey x reader #headcanon #hp #imagine #wizarding world #gn reader #fem reader #male reader

[itstopplingdomino]

confident | weasley twins x reader

A/N: i made a promise to write something after my test based on how i feel afterwards. so here we are...

pairing: fred weasley x reader (if you squint), george weasley x reader summary: Fred carries the essence of confidence like it weighs nothing; academic, friendship, quidditch and even love life - he is sure he's set for life. So when he finds out about your little crush on him and how it had been like that for years, he does absolutely nothing. And that teaches him a lesson that he'll remember for the rest of his life. tags: hurt/no comfort, idiots in love, no usage of y/n, gn!reader (usage of 'you' instead of specific pronouns), usage of pet/nicknames, mild cursing, false hope, leading on, jealousy, no war alternative universe ───────── "I don't understand," Lee states. He is sitting on the armrest of the sofa, the afternoon light shines briefly across his eyes as he tries to block it with a book. "If you like Daisy too then why.." Fred shrugs. "Well if Daisy maintains a secret crush on me for five years, then waiting for another two- you know until after graduation- won't hurt."

Lee looks at Angelina, hoping that she'll have a better explanation for this. Unfortunately she returned his confused look with her own.

"How are you sure Daisy won't give up? What if tomorrow your little admirer wakes up and decides to like someone else?" Angelina probes.

"Please, I have a plan." Fred says, with his usual air of mock-arrogance. "Trust me, it'll work."

Lee and Angeline exchanges a resign look. "Well, it's gonna be your lost anyway.." Lee says in which Angelina nods to.

Fred shrugs, again, then leaves to find you.

He knows where you are. Five years in Hogwarts together, causing ruckus in all forms with the promise of detention almost every time, he can understand you in ways you sometimes don't.

Which is why your crush on him is not a surprise to him at all. In fact it was almost hilarious that everyone else think of it as such a big deal. You two are attached to the hips most of the times; if he's not there to bring trouble, you'll find him - and it's been like this ever since you set foot in Hogwarts.

George, of course, joins in the fun. Though Fred notices that he's slowly been opting out over the years, preferring to prank with just the older twin. Fred considers this an act of jealousy yet he never brings it up as George's blatant avoidance never seems to bother you. He's seen his twin interacts with you alone just yesterday, the day before, and Merlin even before that. He thinks that George simply want a little separation as michievenous activities are always a two-person activity until you came.

That is exactly why, right now, Fred waits for you just outside Arithmancy classroom for a planned pranking session; target for the day is Filch.

Not too long after he arrived, students emerge from the classroom, all looking like the boredom has threatened their life. You, in all your glory, comes out looking like you defeated boredom. Laughing beside your classmate who Fred sure he was introduced to before yet he can't remember her name. It didn't matter though, he's only here for you.

"My Daisy," Fred greets you with a playful smile on his face, bowing like a gentleman from the victorian era, lowering a pretend-tophat.

You rolled your eyes. "Please stop calling me by something I'm deathly allergic to. Even Lee and Angie started using it too."

"If you say so, Peanuts."

You playfully smack him across his back. He knows you're not deathly allergic to Peanuts, only mildly.

"Ready?" He asks, offering you his hand.

The brief shy look that passes your face did not escape him as you joins hands. "Ready!"

Fred smirks knowingly. With usual flirtatious remarks in his repertoire, physical touch is a newly added part in his friendship with you. He loves it when you look away nervously whenever your faces are a little too close, or when you jolts and become a stuttering mess every time he whispers right next to your ears, or moments like this - hand holding, plus short hugs and arm across your shoulder that's he's planning to include in the future.

With what he knows about your feelings, he revels in this reactions without ever needing to confess. - - -

You doubled over the grass just outside Hogwarts grounds, laughing at the wrath Fred and you invoke in Filch from the prank. This time you calculated for sure that the caretaker of Hogwarts will not find out who the pranksters are. A red herring steering towards obnoxious Slytherins is placed perfectly for him to think it's not the two of you.

"That was brilliant!" Fred shouted, he dips to lift you up and spins you around. "Bloody smart, you are!"

You cackles loudly, just enjoying his grip on your body. You're not thinking of anything inappropriate but Good Godric if you could just kiss that lips, you'll be content eternally.

He must've realise that you're staring at his lips as an unreadable expression crosses his face, he sets you down as his eyes flicks between your eyes and your lips.

It can't be.. can't it?

You think again.

I mean.. he's been sweet these days.. more so than usual.

If that's not a sign, then you don't know what is. So you fight your doubts and tiptoe to reach his lips. Your eyes closes as it nears his face yet what stops you is not the innocent peck you've been dreaming of, it is his hands on your shoulder.

Confusion evident on your face as you open your eyes and lower yourself. You search for answer in his face but all you could find is a torn look. The kind of look you've seen him give to other students who had asked him out. The kind of look that you desperately wish against yourself every single night.

And now you're at the receiving end of it.

A thick lump forms in your throat and all you say is, "Why..?"

Fred clears his throat as he looks away, clearly uncomfortable in this situation, his hand still on your shoulder now caressing in consolation.

You don't need consolation. You need explanation.

"Freddie, why?" Tone firmer than before as you shake off his hands.

"Well, its just.. I mean.." He took a deep breath before he continue. "Let's just have fun, you know. We only have two years left. Surely you don't want to spend the majority of it with- with this." He gestured between you and him.

If nature is a little quieter, you're sure the sound of your heartbreak can be heard.

"Is that what this- all this has been about..? You having fun?" You hissed, taking a few steps back which he closes just easily in a single move.

"I mean, you like me for five years, certainly you can wait a few more.."

The icing on the cake. He knew.

He knew and he still did that.

Play with your heart, push and pull it like a tug of war.

"You are the absolute worst."

Without sparing a single glance, you turn on your heels and apparated away. - - - The rest of the year passes in a blink of an eye.

To everyone else, it seems. Lee had been whining non-stop at Fred and George's decision to leave Hogwarts early. NEWTs is irrelevant to the path the Weasley twins has set for themselves, after all.

To Fred, the year drags on painfully slow as if he's aware of every single second that ticks by. He's just glad the day for them to leave is finally nearing.

After what happens between Fred and you, he notices that he almost never see you anymore. The one time he did was when you came looking for Angelina to pass her notes you had borrowed. You greeted him with your usual cheeriness but the smile didn't quite reach your eyes. He thought you'll warm back to him, forgive him, but how can you forgive when he can't even find you to apologise.

He realises that you know him better than he does himself. Otherwise how else can you avoid for so long.

At one point, he even asks Angelina if you had ever mention anything about your little crush on him anymore.

"Hm, no actually. I mean, it's pretty clear that Daisy's focusing on NEWTs, we all are anyway, so boys talk never really come up. It just adds to the stress."

Her answer disappointed him but he has an image to uphold so he act nonchalant about it.

"What? Are you finally going to pursue Daisy?" Angelina teased.

"Why are you asking? Afraid of the competition?" Fred in his usual manner put on a smirk, albeit a fake one. And the way Angelina rolled her eyes and smacked him meant that he successfully fooled her.

How he wished it was you who's rolling her eyes and smacking then, instead of her.

He made a fool out of you.

- - - Fred enters the apartment after a long negotiation with the accountant at the bank. He just couldn't figure out why the numbers are not adding up and the son of a bitch he hired is as unhelpful as a broken wand. Three years they've been doing business and this accountant is the first one to be so incompetent. Fred regretted making a rushed hiring decision as the last one had to resigned immediately from chronic health issues. A breach in one year contract would cost them quite a lot so he just puts up him. Two more months and he'll fire that bastard.

He searches for the bottle of wine in the cupboard, typically reserved for celebratory occasions and not punching the accountant in a very public space counts as a win, but the wine is not there. He looks at other cupboards too, but the bottle is still nowhere to be found.

George must've taken it.

No one else lives here, and unless the bottle of wine grew a pair of legs, it simply do not move from it's designated place.

The older twin drags his feet to his brother's room when George's door opens.

And there you are.

You, in all your glory, comes out looking like you defeated boredom. Laughing hysterically at what George says as your hands wrapped delicately around his twin's arm.

He had seen this sight before. Often when you went out from your favourite classes like Arithmancy or Ancient Runes.

But never with George. Never to George.

He whispers your name in a hopeless attempt to make you direct that smile to him, but your light dims as soon as you heard him.

George and you stop, taken aback by Fred's early arrival. The younger twin isn't expecting his brother to return until an hour from now.

"I know you two know each other." George chuckles, which you smiled at. The sweet smile that once had been directed to Fred. "But I'd like to introduce Daisy again.."

His eyes practically sparkling at this point. "as my Fiance."

George didn't falter and your smitten look unwavering. There isn't a single mischief or malice in his demeanour, nor yours. This isn't some sick, twist prank the two of you are pulling. Fred had never told anyone about what happens between the two of you, but he had assume you had ignored George all the same. What, being identical twins and all. Just looking at George should've brought pain to you.

Apparently looking at George seems to make you smile even brighter.

"Uh.. S-since when..?" Fred force out a cough. "I mean, I didn't know you two kept in contact, let alone are seeing each other.."

"We didn't." You answer, though your eyes chose to look at his general direction and not his eyes. "We met around two years ago by coincidence."

"Merlin, a lucky guy I am." George chimes in. "It started with a simple catch up over tea. Then it became a monthly thing. Before we know it, we were meeting almost every other day for half a year."

How did he missed it. "Daisy here is still a tough one. Took me a year and half to convince her to date me. Another half year to convince marrying me!"

Seriously, how did he missed it? Fred remembers when George comes home late, snickering to himself, sometime last year. Then the next day he was so high spirited that he gave out discount to everyone the first opening hour. He was so high on cloud nine that whenever Fred tried to pry out details of joyous mood, George simply kept evading the question. Saying he doesn't want to jinx it. "Oh, while we're on the subject.. Will you be my bestman?"

Fred looks between you and his brother. Your eyes refusing to meet his. Hesitantly he replies, "Y-yeah! Of course Georgie! I'll be honoured!"

He hope his emotions didn't betray his tone. His younger twin is engaged, no foul play is coming from you as far as he could tell. Well, of course he could tell. However you're behaving with George right now was how you acted when you had a crush on Fred. He knew that love-adorn smile, that twinkle in your eyes, the pitched giggles in between. He knew that all too well, though you're definitely less shy and hesitant about it with George.

You lean against his brother wearing a specific form of confidence Fred had only seen once in you.

The same air of confidence that he had shattered when he pushed you away as you tried to kiss him. Fucking Fantastic. It is his lost.

#topplingdominowrites #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #hogwarts #fred weasley #george weasley #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #fred weasly x reader #george weasley x reader #lee jordan #angelina johnson #jealousy #leading on #false hope #hurt/no comfort #light angst #harry potter #no war alternate universe

[cyberstrm]

caught red handed

pairing: george weasley x gn!reader

cws: none! slight embarrassment,,?

a/n: this takes place during the hbp so george is 18 <3 reader is also 18/18+ <3

"george, we're so gonna get caught-" you chuckled as the redhead lead you enthusiastically into his shared bedroom.

"let them watch," he smirked, turning and swiftly kissing you roughly, one hand at your waist and the other in your hair. "i've...had...to wait....hours....to be alone....with....you..." he said hurriedly, between kisses.

you clung to him, his scratchy red jumper emitting the honeyed scent of old books and gunpowder. he was right, dinner with the wealsey's and co was always delightful, but it was difficult to snog your boyfriend in a room full of people. as soon as dinner had finished and you'd both helped clear up, he took your hand and quietly but quickly lead you upstairs and away from prying eyes.

"you're so cute." he smirked against your lips, making you smile against his.

"shut up and kiss me, weasley." you breathed.

"so needy," he droned, obliging. he kissed you again, pushing you to the wall, deepening the kiss.

"only needy for you," you replied during a gap in the kiss. he pecked your lips once more before pressing his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

"merlin, i love you," he breathed.

"i love you, george weasley," you replied, leaning in and kissing him hungrily.

suddenly, the bedroom door swung open and within seconds, mrs weasley's voice followed.

"georgie, i have your washing here- oh!!"

"merlin, mum! ever heard of knocking?!" george yelled, his cheeks going as red as his hair.

"h-hi, mrs weasley," you waved awkwardly, also feeling your cheeks warm.

"hello, dear. um...well, i'll just...leave you two to it..." leaving the washing basket, she backed out and closed the door, looking mortified.

as soon as the latch clicked, you and george melted into giggles. he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and hugged you tight.

"told you we'd get caught." you mumbled. he kissed your neck, making you shiver.

"should we continue from where we left off...?" he muttered between kissing your neck. you turned in his arms to face him.

"definitely."

#george weasley x y/n #george weasley x reader #george weasley #george weasley x you #harry potter #george weasley x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #harry potter and the half blood prince #fred weasley #x slytherin reader #george weasley x hufflepuff!reader #george weasley x slytherin!reader

[agendercrisisx]

I need some writing inspo, and now I'm obsessed with Harry Potter, so I really wanna write something from that. If you have any ideas, requests, or anything I would love to hear them.

Thank you have a blessed day:)

#samx|poll| #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #gn reader #harry potter #potter #hermione #harry potter smut #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x reader #harry potter fandom #ron weasley #ronald weasley #hermione granger #ron weasley smut #hermione granger smut #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley smut #george weasley #george weasley smut #george weasley x reader #ginny weasley #ginny weasley smut #oliver wood #hp fanfic #hp fandom #oliver wood smut #neville longbottom

[desideriumwriter]

Me, You, and The Stars | F.W

Summary: A tipsy Fred finds you hiding outside during a party, asks you a question that you aren’t able to answer, and convinces you to dance.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader (no pronouns used!)

Category: Fluff

WC: 1.3k

CWs: mentions of alcohol, drinking 

A/N: this is  just a small fic i came up with a week ago, hope you enjoy! feedback/criticism is gratefully appreciated!

You laid on the grass in Lee Jordans backyard. Listening to the muffled music and people talking coming from inside the house behind you as you stared at the night sky.

It was another house party you dragged yourself to only for Fred and George's sake. They constantly complained about how you rarely went out on weekends.

“You do practically nothing every weekend! Just come along to Lee's party!” Fred cried.

“Come on! Just this one time!” George added, which was definitely a lie.

George wasn’t as pushy as Fred, but he loved to join in on persuading you to go.

The first few times they had you go out to a party with them, they practically had to drag you out the door.

During the parties, you’d always stick by Fred’s side. He didn’t mind, but he did care about you getting social interaction, putting yourself out there, he wanted you to come out of your shell.

“You’re following me like a lost dog.” He chuckled, “You don’t have to stay with me the entire time you know? You can go and talk to other people, love.”

You really tried to talk to people tonight, other people, rather than the same five people you were able to hold a conversation with. (Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, and Harry.)

You tried to listen in on others' conversations so you knew the topic and how you could jump into it, you tried standing or sitting near others, hoping they would talk first, you tried pretending you recognized people there, complimenting others.

“Leanne, right? I’m pretty sure we sit at the same table in the great hall.”

“Are you guys excited for the Yule Ball?”

“Did you guys see what Professor Moody did last week to Malfoy?”

“I really like the dragon on your shirt! Are they your favorite creature?”

“Angelina, I heard you’re going to the Yule Ball with George!”

“Who do you think is gonna win the triwizard tournament?”

“Are you guys talking about the test last week in Flitwick's class?”

No matter what you tried, nothing would seem to be able to hold a normal conversation long enough, nothing would stop the weirded out or confused stares you got. You’d usually give up after a few awkward and failed conversations, you would find an empty spot to sit in, hide in the bathroom for a little, or find your way back to one of the twins.

But tonight, it felt as if every corner was crowded, there was a never-ending line outside of the bathroom, and you couldn’t find any sign of either of the twins or Lee, there was no sight of the two redheaded boys' heads sticking out from the top of the crowds.

You asked around, some kids just shrugged at you, some gave you answers, pointed to where they last saw them, but no matter where you followed where they said, you couldn’t find them.

However, the backyard seemed like a good place to go to get away from everyone. There was a few people sitting on the chairs outside and in the pool. You were able to slip through the crowd of people, and through the back doors. You stole a random pool towel that was laying on one of the chairs, walked a little farther away from the house, searched for a nice spot on the grass, set the towel down neatly, and laid down.

It felt better than being inside. You were able to get away from all the noise. You could enjoy the silence of the late night.

You looked at the sky, the stars splayed out across it, you felt the cool and calm breeze of the cold air.

After what had to be ten minutes, you heard the back door open, then footsteps coming near you, you sighed and screwed your eyes shut, expecting and preparing for a possibly random drunk kid making sure you were alive.

But, when you opened your eyes, a familiar face was peering down at you, you smiled as soon as he came into your vision.

“Hi, Freddie. What are you doing out here?”

“Thought you might’ve dropped dead, I had to check. What are you doing out here?” He furrowed his brows together with a clumsy smile on his face, swaying towering over you.

“Escaping.” You smirked.

“Ah, I should've known.” He teased, soon taking the spot next to you and clumsily laying down.

You laid together in the comfortable quiet of the night. Perfectly happy to be next to each other.

“Marry me.” Fred blurted out.

“What?” You raised your head and looked at him. He scooted right next to you, laying on his side and propping his head up on his fist.

“Marry me.” He said cheerily.

“Do you even have a ring on you?”

“No, but we could get one.” He shrugged, getting closer to you by hovering over you. You took a good look at his face for a second.

“Have you been drinking?” Your brows knit together.

“I’m just a littleee drunk right now.” He narrowed his eyes with a cheesy grin on his face while he pinched his index finger and thumb together.

“You idiot!” You laughed and lightly slapped your hand against his chest.

“An idiot that you’re dating, love.” He tapped his finger on the tip of your nose, then gave you a quick but passionate kiss. You grimaced after getting the taste of liquor just from those few seconds of his lips touching yours.

“Ugh! I can taste the firewhiskey on your lips! How much have you drunk?” You chuckled as you playfully shoved him away when he tried to kiss you again. He dramatically gasped, acting as if you’d actually hurt him as he sat up.

“How rude! You won’t even kiss your own boyfriend!” He put a hand over his chest, faux offended.

“I’m not kissing you when you taste like gross liquor. I'm not marrying you until you ask me when you're sober and once we're done with school.” You sat up and scoffed playfully.

“That’s fair…I guess. Well, will you dance with me at least?” Fred quickly stood up, reaching out his hand for you to grab. You realized you could still hear the muffled music coming from inside the house.

“I’m not dancing.” You stared at his hand and then back at him, he jokingly pouted out his bottom lip and raised his brows.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed his hand to help you up.

You listened closely to the song playing, trying to find your rhythm with it. It was a good song for dancing, the tempo was nice, it wasn’t too fast or too slow, but it was upbeat.

You soon gave up on trying to dance nicely. No one was watching anyways, it’s only you and Fred out here. And his dancing was just moving his body around and shaking his head, spinning, failing his arms around, jumping, and looking like he had no control of his limbs, he looked like one of those inflatable air dancers you’ve seen outside of muggle car dealerships.

“Fred Weasley, you are an dumbass.” You laughed at the way he moved.

“Stop insulting me and dance already!” He grabbed your hand, waving it around, you gave in and copied his silly movements.

You both danced like idiots, spinning around each other, copying dance moves, giggling at how silly each other looked. Eventually the song had ended and you both stopped.

You pulled Fred closer to you and connected your lips to his, this time you ignored the taste of alcohol that had transferred from his lips to yours.

You didn’t care about the liquor on his lips anymore, you got to share a kiss with the boy you loved more than anything under the stars.

tell me what you thought! <3

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[nasa-writing-club]

-INFORMATION-

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WHO I WILL WRITE FOR

Golden Trio Era:

- Harry Potter

- Ron Weasley

- Hermione Granger

- Ginny Weasley

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Mattheo Riddle

- Theodore Nott

- Lorenzo Berkshire

- Blaise Zabini

- Pansy Parkinson

- Luna Lovegood

- Cedric Diggory

- Neville Longbottom

Marauder Era:

- James Potter

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

- Lily Evans

- Marlene McKinnon

- Mary MacDonald

- Dorcas Meadows

- Regulus Black

- Pandora Lovegood

- Evan Rosier

- Barty Crouch Jr

Other:

- Tom Riddle

- Newt Scamander

- Charlie Weasley

If you don’t see a character you want a fic for on here, feel free to request them anyway (as long as they are Harry Potter characters) and I’ll see what I can do.

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WHAT I WILL WRITE

- headcanons, one shots, and series

- all either “x male!reader”or “x gn!reader” (if you want other specific pronouns, specify)

- fluff, smut (nothing excessive), angst, hurt/comfort, etc.

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

- any teacher/student relationship

- no she/her or fem readers in general

- things im uncomfortable with (If I don’t want to write it, im just not going to)

- anything noncon

- pregnancy (idk man im just not writing it)

SUMMARY

imma write what you want and what i want just be nice and respectful

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[cosmic-glow]

hii can i ask a fluff/soft story with a bit of angst Fred weasley x reader, hii can i ask a fluff/soft story with a bit of angst Fred weasley x reader, using prompts 21 and 33?? like the reader comforting Fred Weasley about something

just cuties and hugs and fluff fluff and fluff please🍄🥺

Notes: It's a little angst at the beginning but I swear the end is really fluff, and fluff and fluff (I love writing fluffy stuff help), hope you like it, good reading!

Warnings: Fred x gn!reader; mention of anxiety; takes place 1 day before the Battle of Hogwarts; SFW

An icy wind skewered your legs even under the covers. You tried to hide from the cold current but it was no use. Irritated, you sat up in bed to discover the source of your discomfort and found the balcony open with Fred's back to you watching the night. Covering yourself with the first coat you found, you went to him.

- What are you doing? - your voice was still low, like your eyes, due to sleep.

- Can you feel it? - he didn't indicate anything, leaving a silence between you.

- ... It's 3:00 in the fucking morning, what should I be feeling besides sleep?

- That calm before the storm, something is about to happen.

You looked at him, his eyes were far away, lost on the horizon, he himself also seemed distant, drowned in his own thoughts, the fear of the imminent unknown on his face.

- You need to sleep, Fred. We've been dealing with too much stuff these past few days, you're overwhelmed.

- I'm scared, Y/n - suddenly tears started to fall - I'm scared of what could happen to us.

His hands tightened the railing of the balcony, shaking a little, he sobbed quietly through the tears that welled up in his eyes without being able to control.

- Hey, hey, Fred! I'm here with you, we're all here, together, and let's keep it up! - You hold his hands, which makes him look away to meet yours - If necessary, we'll fight together, regardless of what it is, we'll be together forever, like Romeo and Juliet.

He sniffed a little, managing to better control the tears, a weak smile appeared on his face.

- Like Romeo and Juliet? I don't like the idea of ​​us both dying - he laughed at your astonished face for not knowing what to say - I'm just kidding, you know I do that when I'm nervous.

In the end, you smiled too, as you always did at all of his jokes, even the bad ones. Still with a heavy heart, you hugged him.

- I love you, Fred. I want you to remember that when you feel this way. You are loved, by me, by your family and friends, and no "storm" is going to change that.

- I know, I'm just afraid of losing you because I love you so much, I love you all... - He hid his face in the crook of your neck.

- That won't happen, I promise to stay by your side until the end... And whatever happens, we'll get out of this together as we entered.

You felt him stop trembling now snuggled in your arms, the safest place he had in the midst of that chaos.

Prompts: ... It's 3:00 in the fucking morning /Like Romeo and Juliet? I don't like the idea of ​​us both dying.

Sorry for any typos;

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[blushiinghoney]

"plan hea" | g.w

summary: George made a bet.

content: worth part 2, a bit of angst, gender-neutral, not house specific, ambiguous ending.

warnings: none, may suffer edits in the future.

a/n: someone asked for a part 2 so i delivered, i hope you enjoy.

p a r t 1 - worth

m a s t e r l i s t

[do not repost or copy my works to other sites - i did it myself, you can check it out on MY ao3]

George has always felt like he had to prove himself to others. He thinks it all might've started as a brotherly competition with his twin, always trying to compete for their mother's attention, and in the first years of school - when they still cared enough - they'd compete to see who got the best grades, who did the best spells, who learned to ride the broom faster.

And then came Quidditch. The tryouts were good for the both of them, both being able to get on the team. And it was fun, until somehow, things changed.

Fred, although was his twin, was the complete opposite of him. He had this outgoing personality, a natural flirt, and an unreachable confidence. While George, would much rather keep to himself. So, it was inevitable that even if they had the same face, everyone started to pay more attention to his older brother.

Because of that George thought that if he competed with everyone else, everyone 's attention would turn to him, if even for a moment. That's how the bets started, he'd make bets with everyone about everything. Once he had to make Professor Snape's underwear appear in class, and there was that time he bet Ron he could spend the night in the Slytherin dormitories - he did, and even took one of Draco's socks to prove it.

But there was one time he completely lost his mind.

It was a Gryffindor party after another game win. And George isn't sure how the conversation turned to another bet, he was too drunk to understand anything clearly at that point. His brothers had bet him on taking someone out, the first person that walked through the door at that moment, which had happened to be y/n. Now, George had always had a crush on them - not that he had ever told anyone. So his drunk brain thought this was the best opportunity, and while his rational side tried to make him think clearly, his drunk mouth had already said yes.

The next morning, when he realised what he'd done, he freaked out. But after coming to his senses he made a plan:

The "Happy ever after" (maybe)

Step 1 - approach calmly

Step 2 - ask y/n out

Step 3A - don't cry if they say no

Step 3B - don't freak out if they say yes

Step 4 - make out if yes

Step 4 - have nice date

Step 5 - fall in love

Step 6 - get married

Step 7 - have two kids

** be honest about the bet, and accept cruel fate

** try not to cry when they break up with me for being a bad person

** feel guilty for the rest of my life

Yeah, that seemed like a good plan, he just had to figure out how to bring the bet thing. 'Cause he couldn't get married on a lie, but maybe everything would go so well that he wouldn't have to talk about it or they'd just laugh about it, yeah, that's it.

The first date had been amazing, and it only made George like them even more. And soon one had turned to three, and then it had already been a month of dating. But still he hadn't brought up the but, even though he really wanted to. He felt bad, and really wanted to be honest, it's just everytime he tried, the words would get stuck in his throat and his mouth would get dry.

He was scared.

But in his plan he failed to see the possibility of y/n learning about the bet, from someone other than him. So it was a surprise that one morning, they'd just come to him and handed him 5 galleons.

“Here, 5 galleons, because apparently that’s all I’m worth to you”

No. No. No. This couldn't be happening.

George tried to speak, but they'd already left. How would he fix this? Could he? For the next few days he'd try to speak to them, to explain anything. But it was pointless, he had screwed everything up.

So although it hurt, George admitted defeat, and stopped bothering them, after taking the money out of his pocket and dropping it at y/n's dorm door. It was only fair, he thought. Life, unfortunately, continued and he had to learn to live without y/n by his side.

Until, on a random wednesday, someone was knocking on his door. And he was surprised to see y/n, standing there still in their uniform, waving something in their hand.

"Happy ever after huh?"

"I can explain…", George was so embarrassed, how did they get that?

"Yeah, you do have a lot to explain", then just walked into his dorm.

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[verybadatwriting]

A Strange Pair

Lestrange!ReaderXFred Weasley

Summary: Fred Weasly and Y/n Lestrange make things work, despite the familial differences

Warnings: Descriptions of reader’s hair, unsupportive parents, abusive parents, probably mentions of mass genocide, bad eating habits/food scarcity, nightmares, dislike of self (specifically hair)

Notes: Your dad in this story looks just like you do in real life, I just wanna make it abundantly clear that you look like you. IDK if I’m explaining it right. I tried to keep it gn, as usual.

Part 2

Gn!reader

Word count: 3,547

In all but two ways, you looked like your father. Same skin, eyes, everything. The two things that didn't line up, and that people always immediately noticed, was that you had your mother’s smile and her hair. Thick, curly, and quite untamable. Since your first year at Hogwarts, you’d been told both were too reminiscent of her.

Many people had serious grudges against your parents, especially your mother. That was completely understandable. You had never really liked her. Or maybe you loved her. Sometimes even you didn’t know. There were times when she was a monster, and others where she wasn’t quite loving, but better than the monster. It didn’t make sense, to you or to anyone else. 

Outsiders thought you would be just like her. A monster. Teachers included. All the (secretly) loyal Death Eaters thought you were too soft and not at all like the woman they’d fought alongside, and who had gained the Dark Lord’s attention. In your own family that was the sentiment. Not good enough. Too soft. Not Slytherin Enough.

When you were a toddler, you’d made the mistake of asking if she loved you.

“No.” She had replied simply, then elaborated, “You’re my flesh and bone. Even that’s not enough to make up for your nature. Additionally, love is a distraction. A distraction from the one thing that truly matters…” 

You’d run crying to your father, who simply told you that’s the way she was. That was the last time you cried. Later that day, you were sitting with your aunt Narssissa and her newborn son. As you listened to her baby-talk to him, you started to resent your mother. You once overheard her say she expected you to be one of the small burned marks on the Black Family Tree. 

That resent didn’t pass during the war, or your parent’s sentencing for the torture of the Longbottoms, it only grew. For four years you lived with the Malfoys. Draco saw you as an older sibling, and you saw him as a tragically misguided child. In those four years you became disillusioned with the Death Eaters, mainly after more research into the attack on the Longbottoms. 

During your first two years at Hogwarts you befriended the Weasley twins, who were in the same year as you. Fred liked you and vice versa, and by your fifth year you were a couple. His mom didn’t approve, and you doubted your mother would either. You didn’t care, nor did he.

The outside observer couldn't fathom why you were together, you seemed like complete opposites. He was the life of the party, from a big family that fought on the right side of the war. In fact, the only thing you seemed to have in common was the nack for getting into trouble, especially with that wretched new pink-clad teacher. Umbridge.

You knew of the twin’s plan to set off fireworks and start a shop. The night before they enacted it, you and Fred were cuddled up on a couch in the Gryffindor common room, late at night. George sat across from you two.

“And then we’ll make our grand exit!” Fred said.

“Along with dropping fliers for our store.” George said.

“I think that Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes will be the most popular shop in Diagon Alley.” You said.

“At least among trouble-making youngsters.” George added. You three chuckled for a moment.

“Where are you going for the holidays?” You asked.

“We’ll probably stop by our mum’s house.” Fred said, “Unless she completely flips out about us deserting school and disowns us.” He realized what he’d said and sucked in a quick breath. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You said, “I don't think your mom would do something like that. Setting off a few hundred fireworks and leaving school isn’t the worst thing you two have done.” 

The twins laughed, and made sure not to be too loud. You were not supposed to be in their common room and someone finding out about the three of you meeting would have had disastrous consequences.

Around midnight George turned in for the night, and advised you and Fred to do the same.

“We will.” Fred said, “Just a few more minutes.” George went up the stairs, leaving Fred and you curled up on the couch together. After a few moments of silence, you spoke.

“If you and George want to stop by over Christmas…” You said, “Here’s where to find me.” You pulled away slightly to scribble down an address on a slip of paper and handed it to him along with an envelope with a key in it.

“It’s not the biggest apartment, but there’s enough room for three.”

“Thanks, love.” He kissed the crown of your head, “We really should get to bed, George and I need to be rested up.”

“I’m gonna miss you, Freddie.” You said.

“I will too.” He echoed, “Now that I have this,” He waved the slip of paper, “We’ll be seeing eachother often.”

The next few months flew by, like the twins had flown from Umbridge. You kept your head down at Hogwarts, and worked hard. Fred and George often sent letters, and you sent many as well. Over the summer, the letters were filled with invitations to visit them. Sadly, you had to decline. You were working your butt off to keep your apartment. Rent had gone up drastically.

You and your cat lived in an apartment in the Muggle side of London over the breaks. It was pretty nice, although strangely shaped. The entryway had a bedroom on the right, then it opened into a kitchen/living/dining room with windows. If you continued going forward from the door, the wall curved to the right ever so slightly, the bathroom’s on your left, and at the end of the hall is a second, smaller, bedroom.

It was always empty. It had furniture, chairs, beds, and such. All you brought with you each visit was a single suitcase enchanted against water, fire, and anything else you and Dumbledore could think of. That contained all your documents, money, a few prized possessions, and photos.

You had to save up enough to send rent while you were at Hogwarts, so that you could move back in during the breaks. All summer you worked tirelessly. Fred’s letters were what kept you going.

A lonely school year started in September 1996. After what felt like an eternity of studying and ignoring Umbridge, Winter Break finally rolled around. You briefly made eye contact with Mrs. Weasley on Platform 9 ¾. She glared at you, and you continued on your way.

You went home to your apartment, with arrangements to start work the next day. All you could do was head to bed. The next morning you woke up at five thirty to get to work. By six you were out the door. 

Six to six forty was commuting. Very different from Hogwarts, where you often didn’t have to leave the building. Crammed into the Tube, you didn’t even get a seat. After a hellish morning commute you got to the cheap chain restaurant you worked at every break.

Over your lunch break your boss pulled you aside.

“Hi Y/n.” He said, “It’s lovely to have you back, such a hard worker… Anyway! We’re cutting your hours.”

“What.” You said.

“We’ve learned to manage well enough without you.”

“Sir, we had an agreement.”

“I know…” He said, “Things change, plus we never signed anything official. I can still get you some hours, but they’ll be at odd times. Not enough people are signed up for the midnight to seven for tomorrow. I can get you that shift for sure and you’ll get at least seven hours a day.”

Somehow managing to not flip out at your manager, you politely nodded.

“Does today’s shift have the usual times?”

“Yes, you’ll get off at four.” He said, “Speaking of which, get to work.”

 

Hours later, after changing out of your slightly greasy uniform and folding it in the bottom of your bag, you left work to do two things. Get food for the week, and see if there was any way to make some more money. If you only got seven hours going forward there was no way you’d be able to keep the apartment.

Six pm rolled around and you walked into your apartment. You’d had no luck with getting a second job, especially since your availability during the school year was nonexistent. You did pick up a few packs of instant noodles and some cat food. At least your pet would be happy.

Turning the handle, your cat acknowledged you by lifting her head.

“Thanks for the warm welcome.” You said, “I brought dinner for you. It looks like it’s just us. Again.” You opened the food and plonked a bit in her bowl. While she ate, you thought about making a packet of the noodles, and decided against it. 

For all his failings, your manager was always alright with the workers sneaking a sandwich every now and then. You’d just eat in six hours when you got to work. That would have to do. You crawled into bed to sleep for a few hours.

Something woke you up. It was the sound of someone trying to navigate somewhere without being too loud. There was a knock at your bedroom door.

“Hey? Y/n?” A familiar voice said.

“What if we have the wrong house?” Said another.

“Then the key wouldn’t have worked, George.” Said Fred, “I thought my twin would be a bit smarter. Honestly.”

“Freddie?” You asked, opening the door.

“The one and only.” The two of you embraced in a kiss and stayed like that for a moment. Then you heard George bumbling around in the kitchen.

“Oh Merlin.” You sighed, “What on earth is your brother doing?”

“I don’t know.” Fred said, “Do we want to go find out?”

Turns out he was cooking. 

“Hi Y/n!” He said, “I’m making dinner. This fellow,” He motioned to Fred, “Was so set on getting here as soon as possible that he didn’t let us stop to eat! I’m making some for you too.”

“Oh George.” You said, “It’s fine, I’ll eat when I go to work.”

“That’s hours away!” He protested. “Do you just not like my cooking?”

“Fine.” You said, jokingly angry. “I’ll join you, but I’ve got to get to bed soon.”

“Why?” Fred teased, “Got a hot date?”

“No!” You guffawed, “I got the late shift at work. It starts at midnight.”

“Aw, I’m sorry, love.” He said.

“Y/n,” George said, “I suggest you get some rest. It’s nearly ten thirty right now and, with all due respect, you need some sleep.”

“Jeez, I look that bad?” You chuckled.

“Georgie,” Fred said, “I’m gonna go make sure they actually sleep.” He slung his arm around your shoulder. A few moments later, you were snuggled in bed together. He was the big spoon, and had one arm looped around your waist while the other served as a pillow. Silence settled for a while.

“Your hair’s in my mouth.” He said. This happened a lot when you were the little spoon. Another reason to hate your hair. You adjusted a little and that fixed it. As Fred was drifting off to sleep, he murmured something.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Freddie.”

Eleven thirty came about, and your alarm woke you up. Quietly, you tried to remove Fred’s arm and slip away without waking him up. You were unsuccessful. 

“Hmm?” He tightened his arm, “What’s going on?”

“I’m just going to work,” You yawned, exhausted.

“Do you have to?”

“Yes,” You replied, still gently trying to move his arm. “It’s how I can afford to keep this apartment.”

“Do you have to?”

“Do I have to keep my apartment?”

“Yeah.” He sleepily nodded.

“Fred,” You sighed, “It’s where I live.”

“I know, but that could change.”

“Where else would I go?”

“George and I have an apartment, a lot like this one, right above our shop.” He said, “There’s only two beds, but personally, I wouldn’t mind sharing with you.” You thought for a moment, not quite sure if this was the ramblings of a sleepyhead who wanted more cuddles, or if Fred was serious.

“Well.” You said, “My boss will wonder where I am.”

“Just call and say you’re sick.” He yawned, “Or say there’s a family emergency.”

“I suppose that could work. Either way, I have to get out of bed.” Reluctantly, Fred lifted his arm. Within minutes you were back, and snuggled next to him again.

Fred awoke to you suddenly sitting bolt-upright, soaked in sweat and looking really shaken up. He sat up next to you, and slowly took your hands in his.

“Hey Y/n.” He said, “You’re okay. You’re safe.” Your initial instinct was to pull away, until the more rational side of your brain took over and you remembered that Fred wasn’t a threat. 

“It’s okay,” He repeated, “Can you take some deep breaths, love? There you go. Good job.” You leaned onto him, relieved to have some form of comfort.

“Do you wanna talk about it, or lie back down?” He asked quietly.

“I don’t know.” You whispered.

“That’s alright.” He soothed, “We can stay like this.” And you did. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around you until you were ready to talk about the nightmare.

“It was… Well not quite a flashback,” You said, “I was there again. The cold walls. The firelight. Everything was the exact same…” You trailed off.

“Same as when?” Fred asked.

“Same as it was the first time.” You replied. This only slightly confused Fred, you had mentioned the ‘times’ a whole lot, although you never went into detail. This time, you told him all of it.

“I was an infant.” You continued, “Crying simply because that’s what babies do. That demon – my mother – used Crucio on me.” 

Fred sucked in an involuntary sharp breath.

“I eventually learned to stop crying. For good.”

“Oh God…” Fred said, “Y/n. I’m…” He trailed off and hoped his message would get through as he pressed a kiss to your head. 

“Thanks.” You said, “Let’s lie down now.”

“Of course.”

You awoke late in the morning. At first you panicked, thinking you’d drastically overslept, but then you felt Fred next to you and remembered it was alright. George was cooking breakfast, and when he heard the two of you waking up he poked his head in.

“Morning love birds,” He said, “What do you want to eat?”

“Uh,” You said, “I don’t have anything here. Just a few instant ramen packets.”

“Psh,” George said, “Silly of you to assume we didn’t bring food. I suggest you have pancakes, there’s some from the first batch on the table.” He left the room.

Throughout the day Fred insisted you relax. You found out he was completely serious about inviting you to live with them. In the afternoon, you contacted your boss to say you were moving. He threw a hissy fit because you gave such short notice.

“Well, sir,” You replied, “You seemed to be getting along just fine without me. I had the option to completely ghost you and never speak to you again. I’ll be there to return my uniform later today.” And then hung up the phone. 

“Freddie?” You said, “I need to make a quick run to work and drop off my uniform, wanna come?”

“Of course.” He said, “Is George joining us?”

“Only if he wants.”

The three of you walked down to the nearest Tube station. You bought the twins their own cards, and showed them how they worked. Unlike your usual commutes, this Tube trip was enjoyable. Fred and George were amazed at the underground trains, and how scanning a flimsy piece of paper caused the turnstiles to open. 

That night you called the Knight Bus to get to Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. On the ride you discussed their plans for Christmas. Their mom had invited them over Christmas Day. The only reason they weren’t there right now is because they were waiting for a reply. 

“Why do you need a reply from her?” You asked, “You’ve already been invited.”

“I wanted to know if you could come with us.” Fred said. “I expect there’s a letter waiting patiently for us back home.” 

Sure enough, there was a letter carefully slid underneath the door. It was from Mrs. Weasley, who begrudgingly extended the invitation to you.

‘If it is necessary for the Lestrange child to come too, I suppose it’s alright.’ She went on to threaten you with bodily harm if you stepped a foot out of line. After reading the letter, Fred lead you to his room. Or rather, your shared room. 

He showed you an empty bureau you could put your stuff in. To his surprise, you only had two extra shirts and pants. It didn’t even fill a single drawer. Later that evening, the three of you used the floo network to travel to the Burrow. 

Polite conversation filled the rooms. Mr. Weasley was very interested in the Muggle world, and was thoroughly enjoying listening to you, Fred, and George explain the underground train system. He had many questions, which bored his wife and helped her lose her death-glare at you. 

Over the course of a few hours she interacted with you once or twice, mainly saying things like ‘excuse me’ when she passed you in a narrow hallway. She did see you and Fred sitting together on the couch, and once again glowered in your direction.

“The way you two flirt is shameful.” She muttered, just loud enough for you and Fred to hear. In reply he simply wrapped an arm around your shoulders and continued the conversation like nothing had happened.

You met a woman named Nymphadora, who insisted everyone call her Tonks. The conversation started when she commented on your hair. With more than a little shame, you told her it was from your mother’s side of the family. It turned out you and her were cousins, although her mother was disowned.

“Oh that’s fun.” You said, “I’m disowned too!” Both of you laughed about it. 

“Yeah, that family really sucks.” Tonks said.

“Tell me about it.” You replied. Eventually the time came, and you went to bed. Through the thin walls you heard Mrs. Weasley fighting with Fred. Muffled voices attacking and defending you.

“I want that demon-spawn out of my house!”

A quiet reply.

“Well go and live with them then! See what I care.”

Fred replied again, just barely audible this time.

“But I love them.”

In the morning Mrs. Weasley looked more pissed than ever that you had the audacity to exist. Despite this, she made Christmas wonderful for everyone. The food was delicious, the spirit was there, blocking out the troubles of the outside world, if only for a little bit.

Evening fell. The next morning you would head back to the twin’s shop, just a few more hours without angering Mrs. Weasley any more and you’d be in the clear. Right as Tonks and Remus were saying their goodnights, a ball of fire rained down from the sky! Your cackling mother appeared out of a cloud of black smoke and the fire encircled the Burrow. As quick as she’d come, she disappeared over the wall of fire.

Harry tried to sprint after her, but you shoved past him. You thrust yourself through the fire, weapons drawn, and slung a knife at your mother’s shoulder. It hit with a sickening ‘thunk.’

“Your aim’s improved.” She said, withdrawing the knife and throwing it back, aiming for your torso. You nimbly caught it. 

“What’s wrong?” She teased, “Not happy to see Mummy?” You chucked another knife at her, this time she caught it midair.

“I see. Giving me the silent treatment.” She nodded. 

“Shut up.” You said, as you chased her further into the tall grass.

“Are you sure you want to stay here and play with me?” She asked, “Don’t you want to make sure your friends are okay? Fenrir sometimes plays a little rough…”

“I said shut up.” You lunged at her, and managed to get in a few good blows before she slashed you across the cheek and rolled to her feet.

“Any particular reason you’re not using magic?” Bellatrix questioned, “I always suspected you were a filthy squi-” At that moment, a jet of flame erupted into the air from the Burrow, and she used your distraction to escape, her cackles ringing in the air.

You rushed back towards the fire, only to see the whole group standing outside the now-burning Burrow. A heartbeat passed as everyone watched the blazing house, then Mrs. Weasley turned to you.

“You.” She spat, “You lead them to us. You are just like your mother. Sick! Get out. Now! Leave!” Molly was near hysterics, her husband was barely able to hold her back from attacking you. 

“Bye Freddie, I’ll see you at home.” You tossed a handful of Floo powder onto the burning Burrow and stepped in. The last word was directed at both Fred, and the fire. A whirlwind of green and you were back in the attic of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. 

“I guess this is home now.”

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