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kazmyass · 1 year

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Can I please get a nice fluffy Fred Weasley one shot please? As fluffy as you can possibly imagine. I'm thinking like an 'over the years' type thing, where like it's when they first met, to their first quidditch game and their first date and so on. Fem!reader please <333

Nightmare ✨🌙

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Lupin!fem!reader

Description: When reader has a nightmare, Fred is the one to comfort her.

Warnings: nightmares/flashbacks, a little teeny bit of cursing, angst but fluff at the end, a little bit of gore.

Words: 662

Prompt: “You’re alright, love. You’re okay.”

A/N: Anything for you Eden, hope you like it bae <3 I know this isn’t exactly what was requested but Eden and I talked about it beforehand and she said it was okay to change the prompt, so here’s what all of my Freddie whores get!

“Lock your door, sweetheart, and remember, don’t come out until morning. 9 AM, sharp, we’ll have pancakes,” He told her, his face twisting in a feeling that y/n didn’t quite understand. Remus knew the moon would be out soon, and he could feel himself changing already. The tingle in his spine and the stretching of his skin would indicate that. In a hurry, he shut y/n’s door, a little too hard.

Y/n knew that she had to stay in her room. Ever since she could remember, once a month her father would tell her to go in her room, lock the door, and turn on the television as loud as she could tolerate. He told her that if she got bored of the TV, she was allowed to use the record player to play her favourite songs and have a dance party for as long as she liked.

Y/n liked these nights because it was the one night a month she was allowed to stay up as long as she wanted. She never could stay up all night, though she always tried.

After she had turned on her favourite show and settled into bed, she heard a strange noise coming from the room over. It made her grimace, it was an animalistic sound. Something must have slipped into the house while her father was going to sleep! She had to protect him.

Against her better judgement, she unlocked her door, and peeked her head out into the hallway. The growls were louder, borderline shrieks. She knew her father was in trouble now, there was no way he could be making those sounds!

As she got closer and closer to the door, her heart rate quickened. What was she supposed to do, she thought. She didn’t know a bit of magic, and she was far too small to fight off an animal. Maybe, she thought, if she could find out what was attacking her father, she could call for help.

She opened the door, her heart beating faster than ever. She saw a tangle of matted fur and claws, but most of all, sharp, yellow teeth. She shrieked, trying to run backwards and falling over in the process. The animal snarled and ripped the door open, pouncing on the little girl and shredding her skin with its claws.

Y/n screamed for help, begging for her father, wherever he was, to come help her. She screamed and screamed and screamed-

“Y/N!! Wake up!” A groggy voice woke y/n, making her nearly jump out of bed.

“Help! Help...” Y/n continued, still half in her dream. She kicked and punched, and Fred had to wrap his arms around her so that she would stop trying to pummel him.

“It’s me! It’s Freddie! You’re alright love, you’re okay,” Fred said, panic surging throughout him, making his stomach churn. Since y/n had moved in with him when she graduated, she had a few nightmares like this. She never told Fred what they were about, but it scared the shit out of Fred every time.

“Fred...I didn’t...mean,” Y/n said in between pants.

“It’s okay love, it’s okay,” Fred said, stroking her hair and letting her bury her head in the crook of his neck.

After she had taken a few deep breaths, and her heart rate had turned back to normal, Fred took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

“This is the third time this week, my love. You don’t have to, but if you want to talk about it, I’m all ears. Unlike Georgie”

“Not tonight,” Y/n shook her head. If she was completely honest, she didn’t know why she didn’t want to tell him. It wasn’t like she was trying to keep secrets from him. It just felt like it would be a lot, and she didn’t want to overwhelm him.

“Fair, but remember, I’m here for you, my love.”

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x reader fanfic #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley angst #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #fred weasley x hufflepuff!reader #fred weasley headcanons

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neptunes-curse · 2 years

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Hello! I read your Fred x tall reader and I was wondering if you could do a short reader (like lower 5 foot area if you want specifics) and possibly in hufflepuff house. I love your Fred works and if you don’t want to do this request totally understand :)))

Fred Weasley x Short!reader headcanons

authors note: i didn’t include the hufflepuff part of the request (so sorry!) but if you want a superstate one on that, i can totally do it. also, this story uses she/her prns

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

so, obviously, you and Fred were very differant.

I mean, the man in like 6’4 and a very loud gryffindor

it was a pretty big shock when you to started dating

but everyone thinks the two of you are super cute

okay he reason especially is just how you two communicate

he had to look down to talk to you which is already very hot

tall girls are crying rn (me)

and the nicknames 🫠🫠🫠

shorty, pumpkin, cutie, things like that

he likes seeing you blush

i also feel like he would like for comparing hands

he just thinks it’s cute how big his are compared to yours

they fit perfectly in his

and now the classic

he reaches everything for you

high shelves

literally just like countertops

across the table too

he likes to exaggerate

ok scenario

youre both in potions

and snape is telling you to get ingredients or whatever

and of course

OF COURSE

the ingredient is on the top shelf

Fred comes over, says something sarcastic like

“To high, baby?”

and then grab your waist and get it for you

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

and hands it to your with ~that~ smirk on his face

he knows how to make you think about him

#fanfic #harry potter #fred weasley #weasley #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley blurb #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x hufflepuff!reader #harry potter universe

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nadinebrooks · 2 years

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Here is the link to my masterlist.

Fred Weasley x Reader: You Are Enough

Warnings: The following one-shot refers to self harm, physical and mental abuse, as well as negative eating habits. If you are triggered by any of these please refrain from reading. If you do proceed, please remember that you are responsible for the content that you indulge in. I love every single one of you guys and I want you to know if you ever need to talk I'm here. And please remember that you are enough and I promise it's going to get better.

"So, is what they say about you true?" Hummed a voice from behind me. I quickly whipped around clutching my books tightly to my chest to see Fred Weasley standing before me. My gaze flicked up to meet his amber eyes then I immediately looked back down at my shoes.

Damn when did he get so tall?

I had been waiting outside of Professor McGonagall's office because I needed to ask her a question about the lesson from today. I had been a little confused on the wand movement that we learned from a spell.

"I don't know Weasley." I adjusted my books and tilted my head to the side. "What are they saying about me?"

"You really are a Malfoy." Fred chuckled a little. Now I was confused. Of course I was a Malfoy. Why would I lie about that?

"Did the last name Malfoy not give it away?" I questioned raising an eyebrow. It wasn't like I had a common last name so you would think that he'd be able to put two and two together.

I mean I know Fred Weasley isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I would at least think he would be able to understand that.

"Honestly (y/n), I had always wondered that about you. You're older than him so I never really gave it much thought when you started your first year. Then he showed up and I thought there's absolutely no way the two of you are related. I thought maybe you were adopted or you two were distant cousins. I even had this theory that your parents had tragically died and you were forced to live with Draco when you were a baby. I was thinking what happened to Harry had happened to you too."

"So you wanted to believe everything, but the simple explanation that Draco and I are brother and sister?"

"Yes." He nodded confirming what I had asked.

"No Fred, nothing crazy happened." I shook my head giggling, "Draco is my brother."

"Full brother?" He curiously raised an eyebrow. "I promise I won't tell if he's not. There wasn't a secret affair or anything like that?"

"None that I know of." I honestly replied. There had been times that I thought maybe just maybe I wasn't Draco's full sister.

When I was younger I didn't pay much attention to the fact that my father didn't treat Draco and I the same way. I knew it was because he would be carrying on the Malfoy name so I chose to ignore it. But, I do believe that my mother would have told me if I wasn't really related to Draco. Or I'd like to believe she would.

"I just think it's crazy that you ended up in Hufflepuff and you happen to be one of the sweetest people I've ever met, but your brother is the complete opposite."

"Yeah." I let out a sigh, "Draco is..." I didn't get to finish my sentence before Professor McGonagall came out of her office and invited me so we could discuss the lesson.

Hearing about Draco all the time was exhausting. I really don't understand why people expected us to be the exact same person. All the Weasleys children carried extremely different personalities so why couldn't Draco and I be seen the same way?

When I left McGonagall's office, I headed toward the Hufflepuff common room so I could get ahead on a couple of assignments that were due next week. I hated doing assignments last minute so I was always trying to stay ahead in my studies. If I didn't, I would be hearing from my father. Draco never heard from father about his grades.

The school was huge and honestly it was a surprise whenever I did run into my brother unless it was in the Great Hall for meals. That was the only time I saw him. He never came to my side of the building where our common room was.

Never.

So what was he doing here now?

"Are they treating you well (y/n)?" He stood in front of me blocking my path. I tried to step around around, but he got back in front of me so that I couldn't squeeze by.

"Who?" I questioned not sure who he was referring to. "The other Hufflepuffs?"

"Yes." He curtly nodded eyeing one of the portraits of a successful Hufflepuff that went on to work in medicine. "I would have to speak to father if I found out your house was treating you poorly."

Whenever Draco approached me I was never sure what side of him I was going to get. There was the caring little brother who would do whatever he could to make sure that his sister was happy. This was the side that I usually saw at school. And then there was the side that treated me exactly how our father treated me. And the scary thing was, I wasn't sure which Draco was the real one.

When I was at home, him and my father treated me as if I was a disgrace to the Malfoy blood line. I knew that the two of them could not wait until I married and no longer carried the last name Malfoy. I couldn't wait either.

"Of course they are." I angrily snapped. I loved my house and nobody had ever disrespected me. "Please don't be an idiot Draco. I can't say the same for your house."

"Well (y/n)," he hissed, "if you had just told the hat where you needed to be, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"I couldn't pick where the hat wanted to put me Draco." I rolled my eyes before turning around to enter the common room but not before Draco reached out and grabbed my forearm. He glanced up and down the hallway as if he was checking to make sure nobody was around.

I felt myself wincing as his grasp tightened around the fresh cuts. It was as if he knew what he was doing and his grip tightened as he pulled me in closer to him.

"You and I both know how very wrong you are about that (nickname). If you asked the hat to put you in Slytherin, that's where you would have ended up." I heard someone coming down the hallway and Draco quickly let me go and stepped away from me. "Well I'm glad everyone is treating you so nicely."

He forced a smile. It was cold and dark. And with that he turned on his heel and walked down the hallway leaving me standing there with tears streaming down my cheeks. I wanted to go to my common room, but I didn't know how I was going to avoid all the stares. I made the decision to find a bathroom that I knew didn't get very much foot traffic.

He was right. The hat did consider putting me in Slytherin. That would have made my life so much easier for me, but I made a promise to my mom. She told me that if I knew I was going to be happier somewhere else then I should go for it. No matter what the consequences were.

For the most part, I was happy with my decision. On the other hand, there were times when I felt like I was drowning. Like I couldn't keep my head above water longer enough to take a gasp of air. And all I wanted was for someone to notice that I wasn't okay.

Draco knew, but did he care? No. Not one bit.

I did my best to stay at school for the holidays or go with friends, but I couldn't always manage that. Sometimes I did have to go home and that was absolute hell. There wasn't just the verbal abuse from my father and brother. Sometimes it escalated to physical abuse as well.

I made the mistake of going home for the Christmas holiday last year and that was probably one of the worst things I could have ever done. The tormenting was the worst it had ever been. I think my father had been having a couple of rough days at work and of course he was taking it out on me.

I tried to spend as much time in my room, but it wasn't enough. I had even stopped eating after Draco mumbled that I had been gaining some weight which my father agreed on.

I gripped the sides of the sink wanting to stop this feeling the only way that I knew I could. I didn't think anyone would walk in since it was dinner time and I would have a little alone time with no one to disturb me.

Not having to look at the food when everyone was eating kept the hungry feelings away. I reached deep into my robe pocket and pulled out the little blade. I kept it deep in my pockets for things like this. Each time I dragged it across my wrist I thought about all the nasty things my father and brother would say to me.

You're worthless

Disgrace to the family

How do you even live with yourself

I knew that one day I was going to cut too deep and there was no going back. Honestly, I had started to come to terms with that. I heard the door creak open and I tried to clean everything up but not quick enough.

I felt someone grab my shoulders and force me to turn around and look at them. I looked up into the furious amber eyes of Fred Weasley. They were beautiful.

"How did you find me?" I squeaked trying to pull myself away from him.

"I noticed you had been skipping out on meals lately and you've been losing a lot of weight." His usual silly and lively demeanor had been replaced with a grave and uneasy one.

"Good."

"No. Not good." He scolded. "You are perfect (y/n) and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"No I'm not Fred." I hung my head and began silently crying. I needed this cry. It had been so long.

"Come here." He opened his arms and I walked into them sobbing with my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my back pulling me into him while soothingly rubbing my hair. He patiently waited for me to stop crying and stepped back.

"Why?" Was all he said.

I began explaining to him about how my family made me feel like a failure and I felt like I was constantly drowning all the time and all I wanted was for someone to notice me.

Fred noticed me. He noticed that I wasn't okay and here he was.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled dropping my head not sure what else to say. His eyes softened and he pulled me into another hug.

"You never have to apologize for this (y/n). It's going to be okay. We're going to get through this. I just don't understand why you do this to yourself. You are kind, and beautiful, intelligent, and an amazing friend. You are in the right house (y/n) Malfoy and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. When I look at you, I cannot find a single flaw because you are perfect and don't let anyone tell you differently. You are enough (y/n)."

#harry potter masterlist #harry potter preferences #harry potter imagine #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley x hufflepuff!reader #fred weasley x malfoy!reader

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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hii ! i came on to the app (for loke the 8th time today, shocker) and i saw this and got so excited.. first of all, CONGRATULATIONS LOVELY for 1.3k, you deserve this milestone and so much more, in fact i was reading quite a few fics of yours earlier, still just as in love with them x anyway i kinda wanted to request a (🎉 serendipity) with fred weasley to perhaps the song 'the girl who cried wolf' - 5 seconds of summer, but its fluffy.. as it is 8pm on the 30th of august currently, i have exactly an hour and 17 minutes before i hit a year of being clean of sh and this song really helped and freddie did too, both mean so much to me and so, that's all i wanted to ask.. congratulations again <3 (i hope that wasnt too much writing :)) )

Thank you so much for requesting this lovely! Congratulations on the 1 year! I hoped this was up to your expectations. 💖

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf | F.W.

TW: Sort of mental health condition, not specified.

A/N: This is based on the song: "The Girl Who Cried Wolf" by 5SOS

It’s been a year. It’s been a year since you started fighting off the demons inside of you. During your darkest days you thought that Fred would leave, that you would have to start over again.

Whenever you voiced these thoughts out to your boyfriend, he would hold you and comfort you while joking that you are the girl who cried wolf.

He vowed to always stay by your side, no matter what happened. He vowed to never leave you, even if it seemed that you weren’t there at all.

You deemed yourself lucky to have Fred by your side in getting you through this tough time. He became your paradise, your source of a great escape. He always managed to bring you back every time and without complaint.

–

“Congratulations princess.” Fred greeted with a kiss on your cheek, freshly home from working at the shop.

You contentedly sighed, leaning back in your chair, “It’s been a rough year, but we made it through.”

“You darling.” Fred corrected, sitting down next to you, “It’s all you darling. I’m so proud of you.”

Giving him a smile, you said, “I wouldn’t have done it without you though.”

“You were the endless lost paradise inside of a tragedy.” You continued, “In the castle facade of make believe you were the one with truth spelt out in your eyes, reaching out to me.”

“If you weren’t by my side, if you didn’t stay - I didn’t know what would’ve happened or where would I would’ve ended. If I would’ve been able to run towards the great escape or I would’ve called it quits and started over again.” You admitted, “So thank you. For always being there, no matter how tough it was and even if everyone else would’ve given up on me.”

Fred smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “No need to thank me love, it’s the least I could do for my girl.”

“Besides, I was right - you are the girl who cried wolf.” He joked, making you laugh as you playfully swatted his arm.

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incorrectharrypotterblog · 5 months

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Hermione: why are threesomes only for sex

Hermione: why can’t I join in on a couples argument if I want to

#draco malfoy #fred weasley #george weasley #gryffindor #harry potter #hogwarts #hufflepuff #incorrect quotes #ravenclaw #ron weasly x reader #harry potter x reader #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco x hermione #dramione #fred weasly x reader #slytherin #incorrect harry potter quotes

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 2 years

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Random Ravenclaw: I wonder how Lupin-Black survives dating a chaotic mess like Weasley.

Random Hufflepuff: Right? He's good looking and all but I don't think I could survive the constant pranking and detentions.

~meanwhile with Y/n & Fred~

Y/n: Can I-

Fred: No love, you will not eat the levitation candy.

Y/n, pouts: But I wanna fly like Peter pan.

Fred: And I don't want you to end up on the Great Hall ceiling and never get back down. They're just prototypes, they're still in the works.

Y/n: But-

Fred: No buts, sorry love.

#y/n lupin black #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x reader #weasley twins #george weasley #lee jordan #remus and sirius love their kids #remus and sirius love their daughter #Hogwarts #ravenclaw #Hufflepuff #Gryffindor #Slytherin #y/n is the real chaotic mess #harry potter #fred weasley x you #fred weasley imagine

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artsymushu · 2 years

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Things guys normally do that look terribly hot when Fred does them

It's canon, he told me himself.

Leaning on the door frame while talking to you

Running the hands through his hair subconsciously, when he's thinking or when he's sweaty after quidditch practice

Stretching, just that. When he's tired in the mornings, or even if he's trying to reach something that's really high and his shirt lifts a little

Helping younger students. no explanation needed here, it's just hot when he helps kids

Being protective, not in a possessive way but in a hold my hand I don't wanna lose you way

Rolling up his shirt sleeves, does this need an explanation too or...?

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apparentlytheproblem · 4 months

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𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩

pairing(s)- george weasley

a/n: Its been a while hoes :) , so im happy that i'm expanding the characters i write for, hope you're happy with how this turned out :) with so much love, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

Georgie Weasley was the one with all the cards up his sleeve and plenty of quick retorts and answers. And today he managed to climb up her window and perch himself upon its sill, his favourite spot in the entire world. okay, maybe after being in your arms.

What she wouldn't have given to see Molly have a look at her son now, her son who promised his dear mother that he was going to retire a bit early since how absolutley exhausting his day was.But then again, this was the most George Weasley coded thing to do.

Wouldn't you look at him now? sneaking around and climbing fences to spends a few hours to see his girl.

It was past twelve, a perfect hour for a certain redhead to keep good company.

Just the sight of her would have been enough for Georgie dearest, even just letters, but georgie has always been marked as an overachiever. So why would he not take a few risks to see a sight as pretty as them? maybe stick around a little bit, I mean he'd just do about anything for a hug that would stop his heart.

That's all the Weasley needed, that and maybe a kiss to keep him warm on the way back?

"Hello gorgeous"

gorgeous?

"Hi handsome" she retorted now standing pressed up against the door.

as one hand snaked up her waist and the other arm leaned his weight on the door as he leaned in ever so carefully for a kiss. she melted. absolutley melted into him, entranced by the 'i miss you' s and 'i adore you' s between each one.

her palms squished his face as his knee made its retirement between her thighs.

"you missed me?" she cheekily whispered playfully.

another kiss landed on her forehead

"mhm so much" he whispered resting his forehead on hers, tucking strands of loose hair behind her ears, with his thumb caressing their cheek

#george weasley angst #george weaslsey x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley blurb #george weasley smut #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #weasley twins #harry potter fluff #harrypotterimagines #harry potter imagine #harrypotterimagine #george weasley x hufflepuff!reader #george weasley x slytherin!reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #george weasley x fem

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neytirisheaven · 6 months

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HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST ் ༘

[ ↷ m. masterlist ]

[ ❏ legend , ]

✿ fluff ! ☁︎ angst ! ★ smut !

♥︎ personal favorite ! ✓ complete !

ᝰ currently writing !

marauders era ──

❛ james potter ❜

𓄼 oneshots 𓄹

ᝰ | tell me that i'm all you want:

( afterglow, taylor swift )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH lily's sudden attraction to james has him thrown for a loop, and you're not sure if you have his heart any longer

ᝰ | been about three years since i dated you:

( broken clocks, sza )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH your breakup with james was already beginning to hit its three year mark when he shows up at your doorstep

𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹

tba

❛ sirius black ❜

𓄼 oneshots 𓄹

✓ | i can't lose when i'm with you:

( snooze, sza )

✿

IN WHICH sirius is so desperately in love with you, and the rest of the marauders help him execute his extravagant plan to ask you out

ᝰ | i'm so proud i got to love you once:

( sugarplum elegy, niki )

☁︎

IN WHICH it's the first wizarding war and you're visiting your ex, sirius, in his apartment

𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹

tba

❛ remus lupin ❜

𓄼 oneshots 𓄹

ᝰ | i can't stop thinkin' 'bout you:

( thinkin bout you, katie )

✿

IN WHICH your little hallway crush on one of the infamous marauders, remus lupin, turns into something more

ᝰ | do you feel the love?:

( double take, dhruv )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH remus is as oblivious as they come, and you're tired of dropping all those hints that never get picked up

𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹

tba

❛ regulus black ❜

𓄼 oneshots 𓄹

✓ | she's all i wanna be so bad:

↳ ✓ | how could i ever compete with that?

( she's all i wanna be, tate mcrae )

☁︎

IN WHICH being best friends with regulus black isn't all that great, especially when your feelings get thrown away for some new transfer student from beauxbatons

ᝰ | i've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom:

( good 4 u, olivia rodrigo )

✿

IN WHICH your breakup with your best friend's brother leaves you sobbing in the bathroom, and you're not as quiet as you think you are when regulus bursts in

𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹

tba

lightning era ──

❛ harry potter ❜

𓄼 oneshots 𓄹

ᝰ | i'll keep it a secret:

( secret, stemo & rich kim )

✿

IN WHICH you tell harry about a little crush you have

ᝰ | why you gotta be like that?:

( y u gotta b like that, audrey mika )

☁︎

IN WHICH it's nearing the yule ball, and harry completely disregards your existence . . . like he always does

𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹

tba

❛ fred weasley ❜

𓄼 oneshots 𓄹

ᝰ | i'll disconnect and keep the heart safe:

( love is (not) easy, chase atlantic )

☁︎

IN WHICH fred, as always, flirts with you, his best friend, and you can't take it anymore

ᝰ | don't be dishonest:

( don't, bryson tiller )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH you've barely just picked up the pieces of your heart and pieced them back together, and when word gets out that you like fred, it all falls apart once again

𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹

tba

❛ george weasley ❜

𓄼 oneshots 𓄹

ᝰ | burning photos:

( die for you, joji )

☁︎

IN WHICH george broke up with you for angelina after fred's death, and you're finally beginning to let go of him

ᝰ | i need love and affection:

( loveeeeeee song, rihanna & future )

✿

IN WHICH george has been a bit distant recently, with preparations for his joke shop with fred, and you ask for just a bit more attention

𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹

ᝰ | you ain't my boyfriend:

( boyfriend, ariana grande & social house )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH both you and george need a little help getting your crushes jealous, so you turn to each other for assistance

❛ draco malfoy ❜

𓄼 oneshots 𓄹

ᝰ | i can give you love for free:

( escort, chase atlantic )

✿

IN WHICH draco's incessant teasing has an underlying motive

ᝰ | so long as we keep this lowkey:

( lowkey, niki )

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IN WHICH draco asks you to keep your newly established relationship under wraps from his parents and friends, and you're fine with it until it finally clicks

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❛ mattheo riddle ❜

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ᝰ | tell me that you love me and prove it:

( 7pm, lizzy mcalpine & lilacs. )

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IN WHICH you begin to toss and turn at mattheo's newfound fondness of toxicity towards you and your relationship, and the sight of him with another girl is the final straw

ᝰ | maybe this is just lies:

( love affair, umi )

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IN WHICH your dynamic with mattheo is built off of what you believe is trust, but what he knows as lies

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❛ theodore nott ❜

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ᝰ | she said "don't get too attached":

( heaven sent, tevomxntana )

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IN WHICH theodore begins to fall for you and your witty and sarcastic personality, but when you told him to not get attached, you meant it

ᝰ | chase two girls, lose the one:

( cardigan, taylor swift )

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IN WHICH you're one of the two girls that theodore can't keep his eyes, hands, nor mind off of, but as they say, "chase two girls, lose the one"

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bitterspoons · 9 days

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For once, I thought it was me.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Soulmate au where you can hear the songs your soulmate is listening to. Fred asks your best friend—Angelina—to the ball thinking she's his soulmate.

use of y/n

Warnings: Angst and just a lil' fluff

Word Count:

part one / part two coming soon

A/N: of course the first thing I write is a soulmate au 😭—it's fine and I hope you like it.

"Angelina!" Y/n calls, running over to the Gryffindor table—almost tripping over her feet before placing a hand on Angelina's shoulder.

"Yes?" Angelina looked up from her conversation with the Weasley twins and smiled at her best friend. The Great Hall was bustling with noise.

Y/n panted, catching her breath as she fixed her hair. "Sorry—I just—I ran—oh god I'm dying—" Y/n tried to catch her breath before waving her hand at the twins. "Give me a second—continue your conversation..."

Angelina chuckled before turning back to George and Fred. "This is my friend, Y/n." Angelina introduced. "She's in Hufflepuff so I doubt you would've met her."

Y/n waved, stealing some of Angelina's water.

"Why haven't you invited her to some of our parties?" George asked, batting his eyes. "It would've been nice, seeing a pretty face more often."

Angelina rolled her eyes at the flirt, making space next to her for Y/n. "Yeah, I've asked her but she's not a huge fan of social events." She explained. "It's a miracle she's even in the Great Hall—why aren't you with Willow?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out after Divination. Turns out my detention with Professor Sprout is cancelled!" The Hufflepuff said happily, still a bit red from George's flattering.

"Hell yeah!" Angelina cheered. "I told you she loves you."

Y/n smiled. "Yeah but turning her favorite plant into a pair of heels is pushing the line."

Fred cackled. "Y/n, You did what?!"

In her head, a symphony sounded. Him just saying her name sounded like an orchestra.

Pops of warmths fidgeted around her. She had always had a crush on the Weasley, and she never really knew when it happened. She hasn't told a soul and she never would. It was just— he always seemed so happy. She had made him happy, she made him laugh.

Y/n beamed as she explained how she had gotten too caught up with her conversation with Angelina about what shoes to wear for the Yule Ball, she had completely forgotten about the spell she was casting.

"Little Chéri's a troublemaker huh?" Fred teased, scrunching up his nose.

"Chéri?!" Angelina cackled—not a fan of pet names in the slightest.

George grumbled. "Fred has been learning French so he can impress girls."

Y/n laughed, taking a sip of Angelina's water again. "I think it's cute." She bit the tip of her thumbs, an old habit of hers.

"Ever the hopeless romantic, Y/n." Angelina commented, stealing her drink back.

The four engaged in conversation until a Slytherin tapped on Y/n's shoulder. "Uh—Y/n, I think I have a fitting right now." She said awkwardly, getting glares from the Gryffindors.

"Oh!" Y/n shot up, grabbing the last strawberry off of Angelina's plate before grabbing Angelina's pen—sticking it behind her ear—and running off, dragging the Slytherin with her.

"Hey!" Angelina protested, grumbling as she bit into her toast.

"What was that about?" Fred asked, battling Ron for the last corndog.

"Huh? Oh—Y/n and I are helping organise the Ball." Angelina explained, not seeing how Fred watched her run her fingers through her hair as she grabbed another pen to do her Potions Homework. "She's helping make and tailor people's outfits."

"Y/n?" Hermione clarified, popping into the conversation. "She's ridiculously talented, she made the dress I'm wearing!"

"She made adjustments on mine!" Angelina looked at Hermione. "I didn't like how bland my dress was, so she helped bedazzled it."

"Do you think she can fix Fred's dress?" George asked, earning a punch from Fred. "Ow! No seriously though, his tie is all wonky and his pants go way past his feet. Poor bloke's gonna trip!"

Angelina laughed, packing her stuff away and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Find out yourself! I have to go check up on the Frog Choir."

Just a couple minutes later, Fred heard oddly croaky choruses from his soulmate.

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Fred was trying to go the sleep that night, but all he could hear was stupid music.

When he couldn't decipher whether he was hearing it through his soulmate or if he was hearing it in the common room, he shoved his slippers on and slowly went down stairs.

As he peeked his head around the corner, he saw Angelina dancing with somebody—a CD player in the background as they laughed.

It was the same music playing in his head...Is Angelina—actually his soulmate?

He watched Angelina dance with her friend, practicing their dance for the ball before slowly going back upstairs.

Y/n and Angelina fell the floor in a heap, almost crying of laughter as Angelina stepped on Y/n's foot and then went crashing to the floor.

"So, are you planning on asking your mystery crush to the ball?" Angelina asked, rolling onto her stomach and popping the CD out.

Angelina didn't have a clue about her crush on one of the Weasley twins. Y/n refused to tell her, but she did give vague details about why she liked him so much.

"You think I have time for that?" Y/n questioned, brushing her hair. "Even if I did have the time to ask him, he's probably not even my soulmate."

"Who cares?" Angelina asked, exasperated.

Angelina was one of the people who couldn't hear music from their soulmate, it happened more than you'd think—about as common as dyslexia.

Angelina didn't give two fucks about whether the person she was dating was her soulmate, she tended to do whatever she wanted.

"Well—my soulmate is pretty cool too." Y/n protested.

"Well obviously!" Angelina retorted. "They has to be good enough for our Y/n"

"Oh stop it." Y/n laughed, throwing her hairbrush at Angelina. "I won't have time to ask someone and besides, I think he likes someone else." Y/n looked down, fiddling at the edge of her pink pyjamas.

"Your soulmate or your crush?"

"Maybe both!"

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Fred woke up early today, mostly because he couldn't sleep. I mean, he just found his soulmate! This is the moment that everybody waits for, and it finally happened!

Fred was utterly in love with whoever his soulmate was. The two soulmates have sang duets with each other since they could talk—never making any action to try and find each other but Fred would be lying if he said he hadn't blasted music in his ears just to see if someone in the Great Hall would react.

His soulmate was constantly listening to music and singing songs, it comforted him whenever he heard it—especially since he's heard it since he was little.

And it was Angelina, a girl he was been trying not to crush on for ages.

Fred walked down the stairs, almost laughing when he saw Angelina.

Angelina and Y/n were completely passed out on the common room couches, paper sprawled out as they were doing a history of magic essay.

Fred shook Angelina awake. "Angie...Angie!"

Angelina fell off the bed. "What?"

Fred grinned. "I just thought you might wanna head to bed before the rest of the house wakes up."

Angelina rubbed her eyes before looking around—seeing essay papers, pens and her best friend, still sleeping as she sleepily held the tip of her thumb in her mouth and lulled herself asleep. "What time is it?"

"You have a little less than three hours before everybody else wakes up."

Angelina sighed, getting up and separating their papers and pens. "Hey, Fred?"

"Yeah?" He said hopefully.

"Can you do me a favour?"

Angelina handed him a messenger bag with little bows and gold chains decorating it, he took it without question as she continued.

"Do you think you could get Y/n to her common room? This is.. um This is the longest she's slept for a while and I don't know how to get into the Hufflepuff common room."

Fred thought for a moment—but who was he to deny his soulmate? After all, getting into the Hufflepuff dorms were easy—having learned the ins and outs of practically the whole school.

So Fred slung the bag across his shoulder and walked over to Y/n, still sleeping peacefully.

"Thank you!" Angelina grabbed her own supplies and started going up stairs. "You're the best!" She called. "I'll get you a tailoring with her today! Is dinner alright?"

Fred nodded, slowly picked Y/n up, putting her on the couch so he could give her a piggy back ride to her common room. "Hold on..."

Almost as if her sleeping body could hear it, Y/n's body tensed up, making it easier for Fred to carry.

So Fred walked out of the Gryffindor dormitories and started walking in the halls to go to the Hufflepuff common room.

The sun had barely risen, shining dull lights into the hallway and Fred felt Y/n shift in her sleep—ignoring how his skin fluttered as her breath rolled on top of it.

Fred almost stopped walking as Y/n shifted once more, making a small whimper, trying to pull her hand closer to her face.

"Chéri, if you move your hand, you're gonna fall—okay?" Fred said softly, adjusting his grip on her legs, making sure she wouldn't slip.

Y/n hummed in response, tucking her head on Fred's shoulder as he kept on walking.

Fred was halfway to the common room—walking slowly as to not wake up Y/n when he froze.

Having her thumb clasped between her fingers around Fred's chest, supporting her upper body weight—Fred felt her head twitching, needing something to soothe her to sleep.

Not wanting to have to explain the situation to the sleeping girl or disappoint Angelina—Fred adjusted the girl, now giving her a piggy-front, letting Y/n head sit comfortably against his neck.

Fred debated checking whether his face was on fire when the sleeping girl began to press little kisses on his neck, trying to substitute something for her thumb.

Fred continued walking, but why was he so flustered?

Maybe it’s his soulmate’s best friend.

What was her name again? Y/n?

Fred knocked on the Hufflepuff dorm door in the tune of Helga Hufflepuff. Before walking in and taking the stairs to the girl’s dormitory.

Trying not to feel awkward, he searched the dorm labels until he saw it.

______________

Girls Dorm #207

- Susan Bones

- Lia Diggory

- Y/n L/n

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Praising Merlin that she didn’t have too many roommates— He knocked on the door a few times, jumping up again to make sure Y/n didn’t slip.

"Hello?" A small voice asked, a very tired red head opened the door.

Fred gave an award smile. "I have a delivery?"

The girl smiled before letting him in and pointing at the empty bed and messed up desk.

Feed walked over, clutching on to Y/n as he quickly flipped the blanket open and tucked her instead. Y/n immediately latched onto the blankets.

Fred smiled before looking at her desk—tons of dress designs a long with tons of reminders everywhere when a certain one caught his eyes.

The Weasley Twins Inspired Dress

Curious, he picked up the sketch to see that she managed to make a confetti canon dress, inspired by that time he and George covered the Slytherin team in confetti right before a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff.

"I think you're cute together," Susan whispered bashfully, her cheeks pink.

"Oh no," her face fell when Fred denied it. "I already found my soulmate today."

"Oh I'm sorry." Susan apologised, combing her hair. "I just thought your h—never mind." She began to point at her neck before waving it off. "I assume you know how to take care of it?"

"Yeah! I'm planning on asking her to the yule ball!" Fred said, not having any idea what Susan was talking about.

"What? Ya know what—" Susan dug through her make up bag before grabbing Fred's arm and swatching some concealer shades. "You're lucky, you're my winter shade." Susan tossed Fred a concealer wand before shooing him out. "Bye!"

Holding onto the concealer, extremely confused, Fred walked back to him common room before going into the bathroom.

"Shit." Fred vocalised, realising why Susan Bones has thrown him concealer.

A light hickey lay on the side of his neck where Y/n had been.

Fred spent the next two hours trying to figure out how concealer worked.

He didn't understand it—instead opting for a scarf instead to cover up the blotchy disaster he created on his neck.

●●●

Y/n genuinely didn't question why she woke up in her bed and more concerned on her planner—you could see her running up and down the halls all day.

"Professor Moody, may I borrow Ron Weasley please?"

Ron showed her his suit for the ball. "Never mind, you're beyond help. Professor Moody, you can have him back." Y/n said, scribbling something out in her planner.

Taking the stairs, Y/n just started walking—flipping to the back of her planner to edit some sketches and ideas for dresses—not noticing the stair cases changing directions.

Walking up and down and sideways along the halls, Y/n kept walking until she bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" She said automatically only to be shushed by two voices. "Huh—?"

""SHH!" Y/n looked at the two Weasley twins.

"Why?" She asked, looking around to see nobody.

"I don' know," Fred admitted.

"We're skipping, so I assume we have to be quiet." George finished.

The Hufflepuff scoffed. "I'm not skipping. I did all my work in advance so I could focus of the dress making." She looked down at the planner. "And on that note—you have a appointment with me in two minutes. We can't be late!"

"Does that mean you have the answers?" Fred asked as he got dragged away.

"We can discuss answers after we're on time for our session."

"If it's our appointment, how can we be late?"

Y/n sighed, shaking her head. “It’s fine we’re almost there, Willow’s gonna be upset.”

“Who?”

Y/n dragged Fred near a tree where a small desk, mannequins and color swatches were, Y/n thrust Fred upon a little platform until tree branches began to swing around chaotically.

“Willow! Calm down! This isn’t Ron! This is a different Weasley!” Y/n started yelling.

“Willow? As in the Whomping Willow?!”

“Stop moving!” Y/n snapped, petting the branches. “Willow didn’t like it when your brother nearly killed her with a car. I think she has like— Weasley trauma.”

Fred cackled. “Weasley trauma?” A tree branch slapped the back of his head. “Hey!”

“She’s very sensitive.” Y/n defended. “Speaking of Ron, please tell me your suit isn’t as hideous.”

“Don’t worry— I just have a normal suit… I wasn’t sure if I should’ve brought it so I just wore it—”

“That’s perfect. Mind shrugging off the jacket and scarf?”

Nervously, Fred took off the scarf and jacket, revealing the concealer mess on his neck.

“Oh sweetie, what the hell happened to your neck!” Y/n cooed. "Goodness, let me help you. You're gonna break out... Accio makeup kit!"

"I have every shade under the sun, I'm helping people with their makeup too." Y/n waved her hand down. "Get down, off." Y/n stepped onto the platform as Fred stepped off, facing Y/n.

Y/n took a makeup wipe and cleaned up the spot before taking out a whisk and spinning it on the hickey.

"When did you learn how to hide hickey? Does that even work?" Fred asked, watching the metal kitchen utensil.

"Oh hush, it's common knowledge." Y/n pushed his face away, continuing to whisk. "It helps the blood disperse. Next time, put ice on it before it bruises."

Shade matching and blending it in, Y/n hoped Fred couldn't hear her heart beating out of her chest as she finished hiding the red mark. "See? Like it never even happened."

Willow presented a mirror for Fred to see for himself, thank god because that scarf was very itchy.

"Now, how much are we thinking off the tie?" Y/n held up a tape measure and a sharpie, tucking the sharpie behind her ear. "It supposed to be around your belt buckle...Do you feel comfortable with it over here?"

Fred nodded, looking at her in the mirror more than him. Why hadn't he seen her more often? Has she been friends with Angelina for a long time?

"Lovely...okay do you mind if I take this?" Y/n took the colorful tie off Fred and held it up to Willow." Willow, this is Fred's tie." Willow held onto the tie.

"Okay just one second..." Y/n brought out a sheet of brown fabric and a sheet of black fabric and hopped onto the platform with him. She pulled the black one around half of his chest and the brown one around the other half.

"Okay so I think the brown is more flattering on you, I feel like you look paler with the black one—Hey!"

Fred's head started tilting to one side as he imagined Angelina and her hanging out—still in disbelief he had actually found his soulmate.

Y/n grabbed his jaw and moved it so that it faced her. "Sorry, I just need to see—" Y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused as Fred pointed at something in the distance behind her.

Y/n looked behind her only for her jaw to pulled back and facing Fred, pulling the same move she had accidentally done to him. "Touché," She smiled—desperately hoping she wasn't blushing.

"How long have you friends with Angelina?" Fred asked, snapping Y/n out of her mental freakout.

"Oh—uh, since first year. We met on the train." Y/n cast a spell to turn Fred's suit brown. "Yeah that looks better—you looked like you were going to a funeral."

“Then why do I never see you guys hang out?”

Y/n thinks before answering. “I like to keep myself busy, that or I just eat in the kitchen.”

“Why not hang out with Angelina?”

“Uh- Well Alicia and I don’t really get along so I don’t want to make it weird for Angelina. Besides, most of the time Angelina hangs out with me in the kitchen.”

So that’s why Fred never sees Angelina in the Great hall. “Why the kitchen?”

“Because the house elves love me.” Y/n smiled, writing her to do list. “Besides, I like baking.”

Fred stepped off the platform and watched Y/n write. “Do you bake any of the food in the Great Hall?”

“The brownies, but sometimes I also cook the ribs but I like baking more than cooking.”

Fred loves the brownies, he eats them every time they show up on the table.

“Speaking of food… It’s dinner, you better hurry before all the seats are taken.” Y/n starting putting things away and getting out a dress presumingly belonging to her next appointment.

Fred stepped off the small platform, checking his covered hickey once more before starting to turn around. "You aren't going to dinner?"

"Maybe later." She responded quickly, casting a spell on the dress. "Not hungry. " She said briefly. "You can pick up your tie by like tomorrow."

"Alright then, I'll see you around?"

"Sure. Angelina! Can you grab that?" A piece of fabric swirled away in the wind near an approaching Angelina.

Fred walked away, happy with his day and his fitting appointment.

(A/N lmao I have nooooo idea how to end these. Part two could be ready tomorrow or in 3 months, we'll see.)

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #angst with a happy ending #light angst #fluff #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #harry potter #harry potter fandom #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fic #idk what im doing #hufflepuff reader #wizarding world #soulmate au

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incorrectquotesharrypotterv · 1 year

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Fred: Y/n, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?

Y/n: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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hello! 🌷 is it okay to request weasley twins x hufflepuff reader that was tortured by umbridge, but didn't give away the prank / bad thing that the twins did? out of loyalty for them

maybe comfort too, since they're thankful to reader and also feel guilty for what umbridge done to her. could be pre-dating or already dating them !!

have a lovely day 🎀

As a Hufflepuff who would have 100% been forced to not use their wheelchair because Umbridge would think I was faking my disability for attention, yeah we gonna get some Whump in this shit. ((Lowkey having some rough shit going on mentally so some vent fic like this will be hella. Thanks anon! Perfect timing!

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Honey Wounds

Warning: Violence, Umbridge in general, blood, torture, whump, hurt/comfort 🎆🐝🎇

“Where’s little bumble bee-?” The twins would worry, as they had wondered why you didn’t show up to the secret little defense class Harry started up. Where could their little Hufflepuff be? Had them a little worried. By little, it was a lot. Things have been getting a lot more tense recently. Umbridge was really hammering down, and she was making her mission to find a way to get those two into Azkaban. By any means possible. The only reason she hasn’t was probably because of Percy somehow. As they worried, someone was quick to grab them.

“Fred, George, something bad happened. Something really bad happened-!” The first year was crying, and the duo were on red alert now. The poor kid was in to many tears to really speak, so they figured there was no need to. George was quick to pick the first year up, as the child was just pointing. Fred was in the running lead, as George was trying to comfort the child. The poor kid was hiccuping, and seeming so scared. Something bad happened, and they had to figure out what it was. That’s when they saw it. Blood on the barrels, like someone was slapping bloody hand’s desperately to get into the Hufflepuff dorm.

“Shit shit shit, what did she do now-?” Fred hissed, as he tried to focus on entering the dorm. Having to get literal blood on his hands, in order to get inside. With the pattern played, the duo were able to run inside. Left to see the Hufflepuff dorm full of noise. So many students all busy and around someone. When Hannah Abbott noticed the twins, she stepped away. Pulling away fellow students, and the horror was on display.

“Fred, George…..?” It was you, and you were not looking hot. Not looking hot at all. You were horribly pale, and your hands looked as if they had been through a chopping block. The fellow Puff’s had done their best to try and help, but it was like they wouldn’t stop bleeding. George had instantly covered the first years eyes, despite the fact the child had long seen it. It was just habit after all.

“WHAT HAPPENED-?!” Fred was soon by your side, while George was quick to hand the child off to someone. Now he was on your other side. You were just to tired to really process it all, given the blood loss. If it wasn’t for their brilliant hair, you would have assumed it was just more worried Hufflepuff’s. Just trying so hard to help. It’s rather scary. Sure, it’s Hogwarts. Things get violent, but this wasn’t just a random accident. Nor some run in with a beast. This was a woman who wanted to hurt.

“I didn’t tell her. I didn’t tell her-“ You managed to say, with a smile. The twins looked at each other, wondering what you were blabbering about, before they were quick to take over. The Puff’s made sure to stay out of their way, as the twins were able to move in ever perfect unison. Not needing to speak, to move. Fred was quick to start emptying their bags, as George was taking care in trying to wash the wounds on your hands.

“I know it’s in here, come on out you bastard-“ Fred hissed, as he sorted through the assortment of old tins they had collected. Each with its own experiment, as George tried to not freak out. Seeing you hurt like this. It was making him feel so many emotions. Anger at Umbridge, fear for what that woman will do next, sadness for your pain, anxiety on it Ron and Ginny would be next. It was all so loud in his eyes, as he tried not to let the tears spill.

“Found it-!” Fred sighed, as he was quick to start lathering a strange substance on your hands. It felt rather strange. As if he was lathering your open wounds with pudding. You expected it to hurt, but it was rather nice. Very cooling to your burning wounds. It would soon seem to harden on your fingers and palms. As if stopping you from bleeding, and absorbing the blood. Forcing it to stay inside. If you weren’t so dizzy, you would praise them for being so smart.

“Bumble Bee….What happened?” Fred asked, as George was busy with someone. Quick to get some water from one of the prefects, and try and nurse it into your body. George was gentle, and you needed it. You choked on it, but he knew you had to drink some. You lost alot of blood, and you had to stay hydrated. He would keep your head against his chest, as you managed to get some down. Enough to satisfy him, and calm his nerves. You could feel how sweaty his hands were, with worry, as he stroked your hair. With a few minutes to breath, you spoke.

“She brought me to her office. Asked me who had broken in it last night. I said I didn’t know. She didn’t like that, but I didn’t give up.” You smiled, as the twins were staring in horror. They broke into her office, last night. They swore they didn’t leave behind a trace. They had to break in. She confiscated Ginny’s bracelet. Said she fiddled with it too much. It was made just for her, by Bill. Ever since the incident in the chamber of secrets, she was more susceptible to dark magic. So, a Curse breaker made her something to help. Umbridge was actively putting her in danger. How could they not protect their little sister?

“It was a trap…..She did that on purpose-“ Fred realized, as it made sense. Of course they would break in to get it back. That horrid woman. “Can’t believe she dragged you into this. I mean, I can, but you get the point I’m making here! We’re so sorry Honey Bee-“ George would soon echo, as he kissed your head. Feeling so guilty. You didn’t blame them, of course, but they sure didn’t stop feeling guilty.

“It’s ok. Im ok. Ginny needed it. Like I would ever rat you two out.” You tried to reassure them, but their minds were made up. They had to do something about Umbridge. This woman was going insane. The twins swore she wasn’t aware that you three were in a relationship of sorts. They were magical twins. Not fair to compare them to muggle ones. They shared a partner, no big deal. Communication makes the dream work. Seems like maybe you three communicated in the wrong hallway one to many times, and she put two and two together.

“We are going to fix this. We promise.” The twins spoke, as they comforted you. George with keeping your head to his chest, as Fred was between your legs. Hugging your stomach, and nuzzling into your thigh. Just needing to hold onto you. As if you would disintegrate into his hands then and there. You would have comforted him, but it didn’t seem like your hands wanted to exist at the moment.

“Looks like we can’t wait for that down payment any longer. Now or never.” George said, as Fred gave a defeated sigh. He was right. If they stayed at Hogwarts any longer, Merlin knows who else she will drag into their mess. George was right, it was now or never. Because never means they’ll be in Azkaban for murdering her at this point.

“Say, Bumble bee….Think you can handle living in a rundown hollowed building for a while?” Fred asked, as you tried to focus your eyes. You didn’t really understand half of what they were saying, but you knew this. Wherever they went, you would follow. “What makes it any different from a dungeon?” You tried to joke, and that seemed to solidify the deal. Look out world, the Weasley Twins were about to show off their latest invention.

The WhizBang

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neptunes-curse · 1 year

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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley in which y/n is the typical pureblood, haughty and proud slytherin, but also kinda shy. they went from enemies to lovers and are now having a secret affair. one day they have a heated argument and end up insulting and yelling at each other (about their hogwarts houses stereotypes, their families, blood status) saying the worst things. the rest is up to you.

thanks x

Arguements || FW

Things aren’t always easy with realationships. Especially when you and your boyfriend are polar opposites.

pairings: fem!slytherin!pureblood!reader x Fred Weasley

warnings: arguements, yelling, insults, angst

author’s note: i’m sorry it took me so long to get to this :( i hope you enjoy, though!

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“Merlin Fred, you are so difficult!” You exclaim as he starts to pace around the room. This whole arguement is his fault. It’s not in your control whether or not his parents like you. You came from a pureblood slytherin bloodline. Fred said his parents wouldn’t judge you on that alone, but you recently found out that was a lie. There was a drawer in his desk you knew was full of letters. One day, when you were waiting for Fred to finish detention, you decided to look around his room. It was innocent curiousity. The letter on top of the pile said it was from his mom. Fred hadn’t brought up his parents much in the month or so the two of you had been together so you decided to read it. It was cute, until she started to mention you.

“She didn’t mean anything, y/n,” Fred started, the volume of his voice raising. “She’s judgemental. I told her about your family and she assumed!” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. What was written in that letter was straight insults. His mother said things that questioned your morals. For God’s sake, she asked him if you had the dark mark! You suddenly stood up from your spot on the bed, the anger boiling inside of you. He was so stupid! His whole family, too. How could he let his mother say these things?

“Didn’t mean anything? Fred, are you serious? She accused me of being a follower of Voldemort!” Fred flinched when you said his name. You usually wouldn’t dare, but you didn’t care anymore. You were mad. “She didn’t accuse you of anything! Just your family. You know their deatheaters. Hell, I even thought you were one when we met.” Now, you were just shocked. If he was going to play dirty, you could too. You’d had lots of practice. The two of you used to fight everyday, it was easy. You knew just how to get to him, too.

“Your family’s full of blood traitors. Even worse if you ask me.” You yelled as you sneered in his direction. You knew it hurt. And you hoped it hurt too. He looked like he was about to say something, but decided against it. Fred walked over to the door, bumping harshly against your shoulder on the way. He opened the door and stepped outside, slamming it shortly after. Both of you were blinded by pure rage, and you didn’t realize what you had done was wrong.

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gaianyx · 9 months

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Hii! How do you think Fred would react when he finds out Y/N had left a lipstick stain on his face (she kissed his cheek in the morning) and he had been walking around all day with it without noticing it?

Hope it makes sense, have a lovely day xx

Marked By You

by Jane F. Nyx

A/N: Heyy, thanks for your request!! I loved the idea and did my best to deliver it. I haven't been active those last few months because i was going trough a bad writers block ;-; But now I'm back again with new stories already in the oven ;)

Feedbacks and tips will be wel recieved :)) Proof read.

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Reader

W/C: 1.K

Hope you all enjoy it!!

"Bye, honey," was the last thing that I heard after she kissed me on the cheek and headed to her last lesson of the day.

Her smell... Intoxicating.

I followed her with my eyes until she turned left, out of the Great Hall. Her hair swayed when she walked away. She was stunning. This girl had me on a hook and she definitely knew it.

"You have a little drool over here," George said pointing to the corner of his own mouth, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah," I shoved his shoulder slightly, and George started laughing even harder. "Just saying that this girl has you on the tip of her finger. You, my dearest brother, are in l o v e," he made a heart with his hands. Wanting to drop the subject I tried to stay silent, but still said under my breath "Yeah, maybe I am,".

Me and Y/N had been best friends for a long long time, our parents knowing each other having most to do with it. But our friendship turned out to be much more, I confessed, she confessed and here we were. Almost five months later, now officially together but still keeping it private. And still, none of us had had the guts to say those three magical words, that mean more than what they show.

Maybe soon…

Me and George got up after a little chat with the group, they were laughing a little more than normal giggling like girls, but I guessed it had something to do with George's comment and I let it be.

Heading to our class I had a feeling I was being watched, and while paying more attention I began to hear the whispering. I was almost a hundred procent sure it was because of me.

Not trying to brag, but I was kind of used to it. Before me and Y/N were something I was a girls man, if you know what I mean. After one particular summer and a huge glow-up, they suddenly had eyes for me, and don’t get me wrong but I wasn't going to let that opportunity slip.

Even tho I and Y/N were now official, we were private. Most not knowing we were together, but we never denied it when asked.

This could explain the whispering, but still. Am I so irresistible? Nah, hahaha. I tried to ignore it and continued my journey to Professor McGonagall's class.

But the whispering and stars did not stop even when I entered the classroom, instead, it became clear that it was about me, I just had no clue why. It was only when Professor McGonagall entered the classroom that it stopped. As usual.

She scanned the room, looking for any imperfections or unusualities. Her eyes roomed the class from the very back until they stopped, where I was sitting. She walked to us, me, George and Lee and stopped right in front of our desk, looking directly at me. I am not going to lie, she was a very intimidating person and this time I had no clue as to what I had done wrong. I tried my best to think about what I had done wrong this time, I really did, but still, nothing had crossed my mind.

Then she spoke, “As much as I think that this colour suits you very well Mr Weasley, it is not appropriate to have this marked on your cheek,” she stayed serious, hands crossed behind her back. ‘My cheek?’ I thought, what could possibly be marked on my cheek, “Could you please walk to the toilet and wash your face, after that, you are welcome back in my classroom hopefully without the whispering. You are apparently a popular person Mr Weasley,” she walked back to her place behind her own desk. Eyes following me as I left I did as she told and walked myself to the closest toilet curious as to what she was talking about.

As soon as I walked in I saw it, it was crystal clear, I had been marked by you, your signature lipstick was now the main attraction on my white cheek. I wished I could have framed your kiss, girl, you made me soft and I loved it.

I loved you, shit!

Those three words again, they stayed in my head as I washed my face, as I walked back to class and in class, I was working on automatic, malfunctioning, all because of you.

It was only when the bell rang that I finally awoke from my trance. Transfiguration had been my last period of the day so I headed to our spot, knowing it was also your last period of the day.

Shit! There I was again thinking about the words, the kiss, you… You, you looked stunning, unaware I had already spotted you.

I walked to you and touched your shoulder, a beautiful smile appeared on your face when you realised it was me. God, I was so danm lucky.

Maybe now…

“I love you,” shit, I said it, did you even hear it? Your smile brightened, yep, you definitely heard it. “What took you so long?” and you kissed me, you kissed me at our spot, the place we had finally confessed our feelings, the place I had finally said it, I said I loved you.

This was everything I had wished for, you were everything I had wished for.

Our lips let go of each other, now able to breathe again after this amazing kiss we had shared, our foreheads now touching as we tried to even our breath, “You know? I didn’t hear you say it…” I looked into her eyes through my lashes, she toke some distance and rested her hands on my neck, “Frederick Gideon Weasley, I love you!”.

“Finally!” exclaimed a happy Lee who turned to George that was next to him (not as happy), “George, you owe me ten galleons!”

-“Seriously Fred, why couldn’t you have waited one day?!” George crossed his arms and headed to his dorm as Y/N and I laughed.

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A/N: Thank you very much for reading this post, it means a lot!

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xoxo Jane

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