#james phelps fluff

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

IS THAT WRONG?

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George and you tend to sleep and cuddle in the same bed. Warning: none?

you always found it normal, it was like an instinct to you

you've been doing it since you were kids, and over the years it just felt natural.

it started when you first came to the Burrow, you guys were 8, Fred and George invited you over for a sleepover.

you played the whole day together and when it came to bedtime, Molly said you would probably have to take the couch as there was no more room.

But George said you could share his bed, so you climbed into his bed and he set up a pillow wall inbetween you both.

you were woken up by the sound of a loud thunder and the flashing lights of the lightning. It was an understatement to say you were scared of storms, you were terrified.

you woke up George by your light sobbing and he found you under the covers, shaking.

he removed the pillow wall and put them on the floor. he pulled you closer to him, whispering that you were ok and safe. that when he's there, nothing will be able to hurt you.

you latched yourself onto him and he held you in his arms. letting you fall asleep.

from then on, when there was a storm, he would hold you and make sure you felt safe.

when you got to Hogwarts, that didn't change, the first time it stormed in your first year, you tried your best to just sleep but you couldn't. so you went to his dorm room and opened the door, finding his bed and crawling in to it, curling up next to him.

the movement woke him up and he cursed, scared by someone in his bed with him suddenly

"I'm sorry" you apologised, explaining the storm.

he wrapped his arm around you and went back to sleep after telling you it was ok.

that morning he said that if there was a storm and you couldn't sleep, to just go there to him and he'll keep you safe.

later on throughout the years you often found yourself just going to his room anyway, it started off just because you couldn't sleep, then because you felt like it, now it's just because you like it.

you like feeling safe and protected in his arms. you liked feeling his warmth and comfort. you liked it, and he liked it too, he, on the rare occasion will come to your room to sleep with you if you didn't go to his.

you and George's roommates didn't mind at first. in the first few years they thought it was cute, you guys found comfort in each other, they found it sweet.

but now that you're in your 6th year, they began to find it odd.

weird, even. I mean your friend Angie, who you shared a room with thought it was still cute, but that's because she found the idea of you two together cute. but she still felt like it was weird. and something about it was wrong.

you guys weren't together, it was only platonic, but the way you two entwined with each other while sleeping was strange to say the least, but you and George didn't think that.

even when you had a boyfriend for a bit in your 5th year, you still went to George in the night.

neither of you ever questioned it.

so when Fred finally brought it up with his twin, George grew curious and confused. there was nothing wrong with it.

"what do you mean it's weird?" George questioned his brother

"friends don't do that type of thing" Fred informed him "it's just not- it's odd"

"it's not odd, it's normal" George shrugged

"it would be normal if you were dating, not if you're only friends" Fred tries reasoning

"we're best friends" George corrected

"that doesn't make it any better- you know what, forget I said anything" Fred sighed

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George thought about that for the rest of the day. was it really that weird, or was it just Fred that thought that?

so when he heard you come into his room that night, softly walking towards his bed, he started wondering.

he watched your figure crawl into his bed and curl up next to him

"hey" he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled into his chest

"hey, Georgie" you whispered

he looked down as you tangled your legs with his, your hand in his hair.

he stared at you, the moon hitting your figure perfectly.

he drew shapes on your side with his fingers gently, hearing you hum at the contact. he smiled down at you as you rested.

after a while of thinking about it, George wanted to discuss it with you

"hey Y/n?" he shifted, getting more comfortable, you groaned in protest before humming in response.

"is it wrong?" he questioned.

you moved, moving your hand from his hair, eyes remaining closed

George felt bad, you were just trying sleep and he was laying there, admiring you, wondering why you two do this.

"is what wrong, Georgie?" you grumbled

"this"

you fell silent, and he wondered if you fell asleep

"Love?" he nudged you

"huh?" you whined

"do you think it's weird that we sleep together?" he interrogated quietly.

you moved away from him, opening your eyes as you yawned

"do you?" you inquired tiredly

"no" he responded shortly

"then why are you asking?" you frowned

"I don't know, you don't think it's wrong?" he leaned up, supporting himself on his elbows

"well now I'm starting to" you rubbed your eyes

you both went quiet for a moment, making it awkward

"I'll just stop coming over then, if that makes you feel better" you removed the covers and starting getting up off of his bed, he reached up and grabbed your wrist

"no, no, I like it. come back" he pulled you back into his bed. he put the covers over you and held onto you, resting his head on your chest

"I don't know, Fred was saying it wasn't normal. that friends shouldn't do this. it's a couples thing" he told you. he felt your hands in his hair again, and he felt himself begin to relax.

"well then you should know what to do" you shrugged

you weren't gonna deny your feelings for him, after all the late nights where he would hold you and tell you he's there for you, you couldn't help but wish you guys were something more

luckily, George always felt the same deep down, how could he not. the way you curled up next to him, your hand resting on his chest, right on his heart. it made his heart beat faster, and he was sure you could feel it.

"what should I do?" he questions cluelessly

"you should ask her out, that's what" you heard Fred but in from his bed

"Fred?" George sat up, looking over to his brothers friend

"don't try to deny it. you both fancy each other." the older twin said casually as he turned in his bed

you and George both looked at each other, seeing the love and care in your eyes.

"do you- uh, Hogsmeade? t-"

"yes" you cut him off, smiling up at him. he smiled back, laying back doing, holding you in his arms.

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[talesofesther]

hold me in your comfort

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Your studies have been taking a toll on you, luckily your boyfriend comes to the rescue.

Requested by anon

A/N: A sweet little thing for my favorite sweet boy. Hope you like it. P.S. I hate coming up with summaries, I promise the story is better. <3

Masterlist

For once, Gryffindor's common room was quiet. During the day the place was mostly buzzing with chatter and spells being thrown around, however now, a good few hours past curfew, the only sounds were the crackling of the fireplace and the distinct howling wind outside.

The red and golden colors around you provided a sense of comfort, familiarity; as you sat on the spacious floor of the room, your back resting against the couch, and quill scraping against the paper, you tried to focus on those feelings. Your O.W.Ls were fast approaching, and earlier this year you had received a letter from home kindly reminding you of the consequences that awaited you if the results were less than pleasing.

Being an only daughter made your parents demand excellence in everything you did, especially regarding your studies. For nearly two weeks now, you'd spent most of your time with your head buried in a book and writing down assignment after assignment; constant headaches became your new normal and your wrist was usually sore by the end of each day. You were nearing your limit, or maybe you had even already reached it.

The comfortable silence of the lonely room was suddenly disrupted by the padding of socks hitting the wood of the stairs. You glanced up and behind you to see who had gotten up at this hour of the night only to see your boyfriend walking into the common room. Fred moved sluggishly, mind clearly still hazy and drowsy with sleep; he rubbed his eyes while stifling a yawn, his hair was all over the place too, and he wore a dark red sweater with the letter 'F' in its center.

The small smile that came to your lips was inevitable. Your heart fluttered inside your chest just by the sight of him.

With a soft scrunch on his eyebrows, Fred willed his eyes to focus on the dim light of the room, his gaze instantly landing on you; "I figured I'd find you here," he hummed.

You chuckled softly, your eyes shying away from his gaze, "you caught me."

Fred plopped down on the floor next to you, the handsome outlines of his features being highlighted in a golden hue from the fireplace in front of you. He shuffled closer until his lips clumsily touched your cheek in a gentle kiss. "It's a bit too late for all that, isn't it love?" Fred motioned to the mess of books and papers in front of you.

You grimaced, subconsciously leaning towards him; "I'll be done in just a moment, promise."

"You said that before we all headed to bed," Fred reasoned, you could hear the masked concern in his words, "that was hours ago."

With the most gentle touch only you had the privilege of knowing, Fred pushed back strands of your hair so he had a clear view of your face. He didn't say anything, but you knew he was accessing the darker circles under your eyes, the slight cracking of your lips, the glazing of your eyes. He made you feel faint with the way he looked at you with such palpable love. You could feel it even without meeting his gaze. Fred's thumb brushed against your cheek and you nearly broke down then and there. Nearly.

But oh you were so tired, part of you wanted to throw yourself into his arms and just forget about the rest of the world.

A beat passed in silence and then Fred managed to sneak behind you, fitting himself between you and the couch, his long legs stretching on either side of you while both his arms encircled your waist.

A soft smile came to your lips against your own volition. Fred had always been a physically affectionate person; whether it was hugs or his pinkie hooked with yours, he'd be touching you whenever he could. His presence instantly lifted a bit of the weight on your shoulders, the letters written on the paper in your hands seemed shuffled all of a sudden and you couldn't bring yourself to read them anymore. But you didn't mind, you simply allowed yourself to melt against him.

Squeezing your body to him, Fred nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, planting a feather-light kiss on the skin there. It was okay if you didn't feel like talking, he'd be content to hold you for the rest of the night if you so needed.

Reveling in his presence, all warm and sweet, you leaned back so your head rested on his shoulder. You rewarded his affection with one of your own, your lips finding his temple and planting a lingering kiss there.

Quill and paper fell from your grasp, your fingers coming up to brush against the skin of Fred's hands.

Fred hummed, you could feel his small smile on your skin. "Take a break, love?"

"Yeah," you held your breath, chest tight, and cleared your throat in order for your voice not to come out as tender as you felt. As he made you feel. "I suppose that's a good idea."

Fred's answer was to squeeze you even tighter, burying himself into you and making you giggle. You had missed him, now that you come to think of it; you've been focusing so much on your studies that your time with him had been cut by half. For nearly two weeks, there were no more hang outs in the courtyards, no more sneaking around between classes, no more dates to hogsmeade, no more pranking the teachers together; you still spent time together of course, but those precious moments had disappeared, and now it felt like a stab in the heart.

As if your souls couldn't be more intertwined, Fred mumbled; "I've missed you, you know." His face still hidden between your neck and shoulder.

You bit your lip before answering, turning around slightly in his arms so you could face him more properly. "I've missed you too, I'm sorry Freddie, for being so distant lately. I never meant for that to happen," you tried to gulp back any rogue tears that tried to escape.

Fred raised his head so he could look into your eyes. The room was dimly lit, with mostly the fireplace as a source of light; his own eyes seemed to be shining brighter now. "It's alright love," his hand found your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing away a single tear you didn't realize had fallen, "I know this is important to you, I just think you should take a break, that's all." Fred finished with a sweet smile you could never get enough of.

The love you felt for him escaped you as you leaned forward and pecked his lips with your own. You held Fred's face with both your hands, squishing his cheeks as you placed several more kisses on his lips until his smile became too big for you to continue.

"May I stay with you tonight?" You whispered, pulling back just far enough to utter the words, your lips still grazing his.

"I would love nothing more," Fred said, and you kissed the words yet again.

The taste of your own tears mingled between your lips, you kept your eyes closed then, feeling the thundering of your own heart against your ribs.

The steady rhythm of Fred's breathing and the distant crackling of the fire was suddenly all you could hear. His gentle fingertips traced your cheek and jawline, and suddenly his touch was all you could feel too.

"Do you wanna know something?"

The entrancing tone of Fred's voice cut into the calmness. You simply nodded, bunching up his sweater between your hands. You could feel one of his hands holding your back, tracing your spine and keeping your body close to him.

"You are the most brilliant witch I know," he promised, and then chuckled; "just don't let Hermione hear that."

A smile threatened to show on your lips, your nose bumped his.

Fred's lips traced a path from your jawline, to your cheek, and to your forehead; leaving confessions with each kiss. An I love you here, a you got this there.

With both of you as a mess of tangled limbs on the floor of Gryffindor's common room, you too promised you loved him a thousand times over. You also promised a long overdue date to hogsmeade.

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[abookloverlmao]

𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘. {𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑥 𝐹!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟}

Warning: Making out, reader has mommy issues (family also), mention of Umbitch and Reader getting punished by her, neck kissing, swearing, slight enemies to lovers, slight grumpy x sunshine, gryffindor!reader, flirty!Fred, scars, female!reader (I'm sure I forgot some things)

Summary; What will happen when you get stuck with Fred Weasley (the person you despise) in a closet to hide from Umbridge?

I wrote this based on a dream I had, so yeah it's quite shitty but I hope you enjoy it.

7th year; The order of the phoenix

She was always quiet, people saw her as nothing but a grumpy girl who was likely and mostly found in the library or ordering the Gryffindors, she had always an annoyed look on her face and according to most of her classmates her eyes would always sparkle at the sight of Fred Weasley (which she would roll her eyes at), the well-known prankster that always seemed to find a way to make her heart flutter, the guy who got most girls their age around his fingers along with his twin brother, even Remus Lupin noticed it as well. 

They always were bickering in the hallways, common room, and even in class, leading them to be stuck in detention together, where they still found a way to bicker.

but both their heart would start beating so fast at the sight of the other.

Ever since Umbridge became a professor, Y/N started to have more detention, no not because of bickering with Fred but for expressing her opinion or defending herself, leading her to become very annoyed and slightly ruder especially when DADA was her favorite class, now she despises it, she tried to talk to a professor and even Dumbledore, but no one listened.

As soon as Harry walked inside the common room everyone fell silent making her grunt and put down her book cocking her head to the side lazily watching as Seamus and Harry started fighting, "well, nobody was there the night Cedric died." Harry and his anger issues immediately snapped back bitterly, Ron came to the rescue and tried to calm his best friend, she got up.

"Seamus, sit down, now." she ordered the boy eyeing the chair with a glare, he did as told without a second thought, "you believe in his rubbish?" he exclaimed to the girl immediately regretting opening his mouth at the first place, he wanted to hide from her burning eyes.

"I don't believe anything or anyone in this room, so everyone better put those papers away and stop being dramatic, and go to bed, it's not summer anymore." she snapped back her voice getting slightly louder but she wasn't yelling, she hated to say that, she sounded like her mother and it was so disgusting.

Everyone got on their feet muttering 'good nights' while brushing past her in silence, hurriedly going to their beds.

Fred Weasley was the only one left as he walked up standing beside her with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow, "you know, you're hot when you're ordering." he spoke leaning in slightly to whisper against her ear, "I love it." his voice knocks the air out of her lungs as she turned around to look at him, eyes locking ad noses accidentally bumping and his lips ghosted hers.

Her eyes fell to his lips and back up to his beautiful eyes and he did the same thing but with a cocky grin, her cheeks burned under his gaze as they always do, but she wasn't going to burst his ego, "Ugh!" she scoffed in fake disgust while rolling her eyes, walking away from him trying so hard to ignore how hot her body suddenly became along with the room temperature rising.

His burning eyes watching as she left, only made it worse.

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Christmas was getting closer and here she is walking down the hallways heading to the library when suddenly Fred Weasley stood in front of her panting heavily, she frowned, "I'm in deep shit." he spoke voice raspy from all the running while looking behind him, she raised her eyebrows at him with crossed arms in front of her chest

"do I even look surprised? nope" she popped the 'p' and watched as he gritted his teeth, jaw clenching and eyes looking behind every second, "hide me. Umbitch is after me because of my prank, and.. she thinks that you are in it too." eyes slightly widening in rage and disbelieve she pointed her finger at him, "are you serious? are you fucking serious?!" Fred tried not to meet her eyes and instead would shoot her a pleading look.

"We don't have much time!" groaning in frustration she grabbed his wrist running down the hallway at a very fast speed not caring about the students groans and huffs, pushing the door open to an empty classroom she death glared at the boy, "stay silent." Fred followed behind her as quietly as he can, towering over her form.

Peeking from the crack she watched, her eyes slightly widening at the sight of Argus Filch, "Fitch is walking down the hall, hide!" she whispered harshly hearing him check the other classrooms, grabbing his hand this time she pulled him towards a closet pushing him in, the closet where they kept the blazers to potions that will probably ruin their clothes.

Fred being the prankster started chuckling, to shut him up she placed her hand on his mouth shooting him an 'I will kill you if you laugh' look, her body pressed against his, her face inches away from his since she was standing on her tiptoes due to him being taller, he smelled so amazing; New card desk, Zonko's joke shop, treacle tart and...broomstick handle?

Whatever, she still loved it.

Taking her hand out from his mouth she looked everywhere but his eyes, Fred kept staring at her watching as she peeked through the crack, backing away she suddenly tripped, closing her eyes tightly waiting for the worse to happen, but nothing.

Fred's hand pressed firmly against her waist making her freeze and his other hand on her mouth as he pulled her towards him, her back pressed against his chest and their legs slightly crossed, goosebumps ran through her body like a wave as her breath became heavier.

both their lips pressing together dangerously, as soon as he put his hand away from her mouth he whispered, "you like it, don't you?" yes, she did and that made her so mad at herself, turned to look at him she watched as he smirked down at her, smug motherfucker. she thought grabbing his wrist with a murderous look

"don't fucking touch me!" she whispered-yelled harshly but wanted to say the complete opposite, the redness in the cheeks and eyes that sparkled said otherwise, "Woah there, darlin', you will get us caught.." he whispered this voice low that made her shrink and loosen her hold slightly.

Gulping, she looked away from him letting go of his wrist, but Fred always loved challenges and this one was perfect, in one swift movement she was pressed against the wood of the closet, both her wrists were held by Fred as he stepped dangerously closer if that's possible.

this time she didn't fight back and looked at him with eyes sparkling even if it was dark and the only light was coming from the crack under the door, "merlin, you are so beautiful yet annoying... I fucking love it, my type." that was all he needed to say before she pressed her lips against his.

Soft and gentle as his hand let go of her wrist to hold her cheek, of all the kisses he had before, she was the best and truest one, her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him melting as soon as he kissed her back, her head hitting the wood slightly as they kissed.

it was just like they dreamt, soft and sweet.

That was until he decided to deepen it, his tongue pressed against her lips and that was the only thing he needed to do before she opened her mouth to welcome him.

His fingers went from her cheek to her hair making her sigh and melt against his lips, he grinned while rolling a piece of hair between his fingers his lips not leaving hers, she tasted like vanilla and caramel and merlin how it was intoxicating.

Y/N ran her hand through his hair, breath getting heavier by the second that passed but she didn't dare to stop not once, too intoxicated by his lips, but once one of his hands went under her thighs squeezing she gasped, pulling slightly away and wrapping her legs around his waist.

That cocky and proud grin never left his lips as he whispered, "you broke the rule of boys and girls are not permitted within 6 inches of each other." she chuckled her chest going up and down, her lips were numb but she didn't bring herself to care, "I never listened to Umbitch rules anyways." 

She grinned back proudly watching as he gulped it was as if he has a hard time pulling himself together, her lips were like a drug that he wants to get high too forever, she squealed once he slammed his lips against hers pulling him slightly by the scarlet and gold tie.

his hand went down her white blouse and caressed her skin softly making her gasp against his lips, her cheeks flushed as she smiled against his lips driving him insane, "I need you, you make me feel so good." he whispered littering her face with kisses making her chuckle softly.

"you make me feel good, as well-oh~" the feeling of his lips kissing her neck made her whine as she looked up running a hand through his hair and the other slightly scratching the back of his neck making him grunt, a warm and fuzzy feeling tingling in her stomach as she fluttered her eyes shut in pleasure, his lips wandering down her neck and leaving a trail of warm kisses, teeth plucking at the soft skin. 

"Fred.." she whispered feeling him suck on her skin before she could let out a small whine the door to the classroom slammed open and both of them froze, her eyes were wide and Fred's breath hitched still holding her.

Argus looked around not even caring about the closet and let out an annoyed huff, checking behind the chairs, Fred suddenly sucked on her collarbone making her put her hand on her mouth to keep herself from moaning.

Fred watched as she looked down at him watching as he raised his eyebrow at her with a smirk, Argus suddenly stood in front of the closet and both the teenagers stayed in their positions, Fred's lips still on her collarbone and hand caressing her body up and down, her hand was on his hair stroking and pulling slightly making him look up at her with heart eyes.

her legs were still wrapped around his waist as his other went up to lace with hers, the look on her face was filled with pleasure and he swore that he would do anything to see her like that on repeat, she was treasuring every moment, his eyes on hers, his hands on her body, not caring that Umbridge was looking for them, she surrendered to bliss.

Argus walked away not even bothering to check the closet and closed the door behind him, Fred helped her and set her back in front of him, her hair was messy, her lips numb, her eyes sparkling, her tie loose and uniform messy.

The flame of passion burned her whole body as she tried to straighten her outfit to not seem suspicious, Fred helped her, opening the door both of them walked out of their make-out spot, "Okay.." she spoke turning around and looking up at him, "I will get out first so we don't look suspicious.." she muttered smiling up at him.

Fred nodded with a smile, melting at her genuine grin, it was for the first time she ever smiled at him genuinely, he walked up towards her brushing the top of her hair before placing his hand on her cheek, feeling how hot she is against his cold hands, she leaned against his hand lovingly.

he leaned in kissing her lips softly and gently holding her as if she was going to vanish if he let go, she kisses him back standing on her tiptoes, "thank you... for today." she whispered once they parted, her voice soft and not filled with sarcasm, she couldn’t think of a time she’d ever been happier.

"Come, spend Christmas with me, please?" he begged, he knew that she planned to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas like she always do, and her heart throbbed with happiness as she nodded, "I will." he thought he would die of joy at her response, littering her face with kisses once again.

"thank you, love." that was all he needed to say before she pecked his lips and walked out of the classroom, smiling brightly to herself and replaying the moment they both had in the closet.

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That night passed by them pecking each other's lips anytime they walk past each other. Hermione noticed the dark mark on her collarbone of course.

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Christmas holidays came and here she finds herself standing just outside the door, she wore a black turtleneck along with light blue jeans, converse, and a brown jacket, let's not forget about the beanie that Remus Lupin handed her as a birthday gift.

knocking, she stood there awkwardly staring at her shoes watching the foot trance she left, it was snowing, and her nose was slightly red from the cold as she stuffed her hand in her pocket for some warmth, a woman with red hair and a kind smile appeared at the door.

"oh hi! you must be Y/N!" she exclaimed watching as she took off her beanie politely with a smile, "yes ma'am." Molly pulled her inside the house who was so beautiful, "oh call me Molly, please! you are so beautiful, I am so happy you came to spend Christmas with us!" Molly was a very kind woman and her calling her beautiful made her so happy, as she took off her jacket.

"thank you so much, that is very kind of you. I hope I'm not bothering you." she replied with a kind smile, Molly heard a lot about the L/N family most of them got sorted into Slytherin and became death eaters but seeing Y/N so kind and a Gryffindor was very surprising.

"oh please my darling, you are more than welcoming with us," Molly replied before calling out for her sons and daughter, Fred was the first to walk down the stairs and immediately kissed her lips, "you came!" he said pulling her towards his embrace, she wrapped her arms around his waist with a smile.

"Yup, I did." Fred pulled away and turned to look at his mother who smiled softly at the couple, "show her around Fred while I get dinner ready, yeah?" her son nodded and walked up the stairs, maybe spending Christmas with the Weasleys is an amazing idea.

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Molly loved Y/N, really, she loved her so much that she wanted her son to get married to the H/C-haired girl, she was kind and helped her cook dinner, helped her clean the dishes, set the table, and even bought everyone gifts from London.

Y/N never felt loved by her family and Molly being so kind made her think as to why her mother couldn't do such a thing, "I made you this gift, it's not much but I hope you enjoy it." spoke Molly whole handing the perfectly wrapped gift, Y/N heart melted as she hugged Molly as a thank you.

"thank you so much, it's perfect," it was a beautiful handmade F/C sweater with the first letter of her name in the center, she could feel the tears covering her eyes as she immediately wore the warm sweater without a thought, grabbing Molly's hands in hers she spoke, "thank you so much for being so kind to me." 

Molly pulled the girl into her embrace, Fred had told her about her relationship with her family and Molly was more than happy to have her part of the family.

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This was probably her favorite time ever, a new sweater, a new family, and a boyfriend she loves with her whole heart, what more could she want? this Christmas was full of her dreams and wishes coming true

Laying on the bed beside Fred with their legs tangled she listened to his heart, it was beating so fast every time she would smile or reach for his hand to intertwine her fingers with.

Fred played with her hair taking a strand and twirling it between his fingers, glancing up at him she watched as he brought her hand towards his lips, pressing kisses on every knuckle, her sleeve fell showing the scars of Umbridge's idea of punishment.

They healed but didn't disappear, Fred looked up at her in confusion as to where she got these scars, "Umbitch." was the only thing she said looking everywhere but his eyes, "and you didn't tell me?" he asked, he wasn't mad at her or anything, he was just worried.

"Why should I? me and Harry are her easiest target, I tried to talk to dumbledore but he didn't even bother turning around or listening, me and Harry, both needed his help.." Fred listened quietly, he would always try and make jokes when someone is feeling down.

but the sight of her hurt made his heart pang, the word wasn't 'I must not tell lies' like Harry, it was the word 'Mistake' over and over again, 4 times all over her arm, Fred didn't say a word and instead just kissed each letter on every scar making her eyes water.

she looked up trying to blink the tears away, of all the years she had been in Hogwarts not once did he see her cry, not even when she was in terrible pain, Fred scooted closer towards her before cupping both her cheeks.

She looked at him deep in the eyes trying so hard not to break down at his painful look, "this isn't you... you're never sad. please, laugh, smile, prank me, do anything just.. don't look at me like that, Fred. I am begging you. I hate seeing you like this." she said, Fred Weasley not smiling or cracking a joke is very rare and her seeing him staring at her eyes feeling terrible about not knowing about these scars, made her feel so scared and worried.

he was always an outgoing and goofy but protective person and that was one of the reasons why she loved him, she can give him 100 reasons as to why she fell in love with him.

"You are my family Y/N, we used to fight a lot but trust me those fights always made me smile when I rethink them before going to sleep, and your smile, merlin I hate it when George would tease me whenever I stare at you when you smile to Hermione or Ron, not to mention I was kinda jealous of Ron..." she laughed, her laughter was like music to his ears.

"jealous of your brother?" she asked watching as he nodded with flushed cheeks in embarrassment, she cupped his cheeks and placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling away she watched as he grinned childishly in her hold, "go to sleep, dork. you're cute but please stop smiling like that." she said about to get up when he suddenly grabbed her wrist pulling her back down.

pinning her to his bed he towered over her form watching as she cocked an eyebrow at him, "told you we will finish what we started." he spoke voice low that made her shiver, "oh yeah?" he nodded and for merlin knows how many time today, he kissed her lips making her hum ad wrap her arms around his neck.

"I hate you."

"oh no, you don't, darling."

"no I don't.." she sighed against his lips.

Best Christmas ever. Whenever she looks at him it's like she just realized what love truly is, she never had a soft spot for someone only the Weasleys, Fred never found a smile so bright until he saw hers, it was like the moon, and Fred swore that he always fell in love with the moon with each glance.

He fell in love with her with each glance.

just like seeing her for the first time.

the way they always seemed to catch each other's eyes even when they were in a crowd, the way he would watch as she put her hair in a messy hairstyle when she was reading, the way she would frown when she doesn't understand something, small details.

They fell in love, maybe hiding with Fred Weasley in a tight closet to run away from Umbridge was not a terrible idea after all, in fact, Y/N was glad that Fred did this prank.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #harry potter x reader #x reader #gryffindor!reader #james phelps x reader #harry potter #harry potter and the order of the phoenix #hermione granger #george weasley #ron weasley #imagine #molly weasley #fluff #enemies to lovers #grumpy x sunshine #slight smut

[naurimastaur]

Lovesick

TW: Aesthetic photo

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Fred comforts you while you’re sick, well at least he tries to.

Me? Writing fluff??? (I had a head cold & was delirious writing half of this)

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The morning birds hovering over diagon alley chirped in a harmonious melody of optimism and grace. Their song unfortunately becoming intwined in the sound of Y/N’s unwarranted retching.

“Good morning, darling,” Fred stretched, briefly regarding his partner’s state.

Her extremely curved spine and bent neck created a naturally alluring sight (to the blind).

Fred cringed at the mess she’d amassed on the floorboards below, patting her back rather discouragingly before prioritising his own comfort.

“Are you not going to work?” Y/n prodded, grabbing her wand and whispering a quick ‘scourgify’.

“No, I’m perfectly content watching you create your own moat around our bed,” he retorted, nestling against the outline of his dense head on his pillow.

“And I suppose, you’re incapable of looking after yourself,” he quickly added, after feeling her burning forehead, faking a ‘sizzle’ sound as he pressed his fingertips onto the mattress below.

“What if you get sick?” She muttered in return, eyes half closed. The tempting comfort of sleep soothing her ill state.

“What if you get sick?” He mocked, holding his nose shut in an impression of her ill voice. Being a lab rat to his own products, he had unintentionally built a form of immunity to illness.

Her weary eyes regarded him with faint amusement.

“Besides, cant get sick with all this muscle,” he bragged, flexing his arms in an embarrassing display of a masculine ego.

“Merlin, you’re worse than my headache,” she groaned, swatting his face away from hers.

“Hypochondriac,” he replied, brushing stray strands of hair away from her face.

“Ginger,” she said simply, burrowing her head into the crook of his neck.

He held her feverish body close to his, tucking her worries into the safety of his embrace. Admirably, he swallowed his horror each time her red, irritated nose scrunched with a sniffle. Usually it was partnered with a leaking fluid, grazing his woollen jumper.

Sometime later Fred awoke with a sneeze, eyes swollen and inflamed.

“Fuck,” he said.

“Indeed.”

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#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #weasley twins #fred weasley imagine #george weasley #harry potter #fred weasley x fem!reader #fem!reader #hp fluff #comfort #sick comfort #autumn #james phelps #crush imagines #oneshot

[apparentlytheproblem]

s a f e a r m s

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: tysmm for requesting agaainn, im sorry this took some time, i wasnt sure how to lead with this but i hope you're happy with how this turned out :)

p.s i love you and this literally has me giggling and smiling

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

fred weasley, the king with all his pride which no one could strip from him, all the cockiness no one could touch, the one so high from all, that no one would play against his will.

then why oh why was everything he had built for himself, his charm, his walls, his cool, all fumbling and crumbling beneath him when you arrived?

why did his heart flutter? or why did heat rise to his cheeks and why did he feel so weak to a pretty smile? you had every power over him and he despised you for it. he despised himself on how easily you could walk all over him and he'd say thank you. he couldn't fathom why he was so desperate for your attention even if it was for a mere second.

walking around the hallways in all his glory he'd immediately caught you making your way. it was peak rush hour, everyone was squirming their way from one class to another and his girl had seemed to have lost her footing

fred swept in catching her from having a meet with the floor. her arms were hugging him. freddie took a second for him to teach himself how to breathe again.

"the words are you're welcome" supplied fred when your mouth lied open, failing to form words. fred weasley had his arms swung around your waist having you pressed to his chest.

freddie didn't want to let go. he wanted to keep you pressed to him, his hands were everyone could see. he wanted to hold on forever.

"are you planning on letting go freddie darling?"

fuck. fred was officially pudding after he heard 'freddie' roll out of your mouth, he was fulfilled.

"so you can go and fall all over again? let them finish scavenging the halls or you'll become squash." how he managed to sound so confident and steady he didn't know?

maybe it had something to do with Rodger Holmes on the other side of the corridor, his face filled with jealousy. it gave freddie a kick. the girl he's been pinning for in freddie's arms, pressed against him whispering into each other's ears. Holmes did not need to know what as long as he could see she was in her weasley's arms. it helped him establish his dominance. you were to be his even if you didn't know it yet, even if you'd thought him to be the cruel cold hearted prankster, and Rodger dear better sit the hell back down.

#harry potter preferences #harry potter imagine #harrypotterimagines #harry potter fluff #george weasley #fred and george #harrypotterimagine #harry potter incorrect quotes #george weasley x reader #harry potter headcanon #fred weasley smut #james phelps #weasley twins #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley angst #fred weasley aesthetic #fred weasley blurb #fred weasley drabble #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley masterlist #fred weasley moodboard #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley x oc #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n

[n0tasaint]

Hey!! I posted a little while ago I wanted to start writing and so far I have a little something in my drafts! It’s a Fred Weasley One Shot!!!! Well I say one shot but I’m not opposed to writing a part two if people ask for it. I will be taking requests once it’s released if you all think it’s good enough!! I plan to write for multiple fandoms, but right now the Harry Potter universe has got me on lock down!! 💗 Thanks for the advice on my last post!

#harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley imagines #george weasley #george weasley smut #george weasley imagine #hermione granger #ron weasley #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #fluff #smut #fp jones #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #x reader #james phelps #oliver phelps #pirates of the caribbean #music #90s #rockstars #rock bands #korn #slipknot #keanu reeves #john wick #johnny silverhand

[flourish-and-firebolts]

George écrivait à toute allure sur un morceau de parchemin, les sourcils arqués, les lèvres légèrement pincées. Sa plume parcourait le papier laissant dans son sillage des lignes, des courbes, des formes et des boucles d'encre.

Il s'arrêta un instant d'écrire et se redressa sur sa chaise. Ses mains trouvèrent sa nuque et y restèrent jointes. Les pointes de ses cheveux d'un roux incandescent tombèrent sur ses longs doigts, les noyant dans un bain de flammes. Il se laissa aller contre le dossier de sa chaise et ferma les paupières.

Ses yeux à elle se posèrent instantanément sur le petit morceau de peau visible sous ses mains, satin d'ivoire constellé de tâches de rousseur. Elle poussa un soupir.

C'était la troisième fois, en l'espace d'une heure qu'elle se laissait happer par ses fantasmes. Elle avait beau vouloir s'arracher mais ils semblaient déterminés à ne pas la laisser tranquille.

-Dis-lui !

Bianca sortit de ses rêveries. Janet, sa meilleure amie, la regardait avec un air avisé.

-Quoi ?

Bianca feignait sa surprise. Elle savait très bien de quoi Janet voulait parler. Elle se tourna de nouveau vers George. Sur l'angle parfait de sa mâchoire. Sur son cou gracieux. Sur ses larges épaules. Sur l'arcade tordu de son nez.

-L'amour c'est comme le soleil. Parfois, il ne faut pas tenter de s'en approcher au risque de se faire bruler les ailes.

A ce moment précis, George tourna la tête vers elle. Bianca fut prompt à baisser les yeux vers son parchemin. George n'était pas pour elle. Il en aimait une autre et Bianca s'y était faite à l'idée. Cela avait été dur mais elle pensait avoir su faire taire la passion dévorante qu'elle avait pour George.

Seulement, elle se surprenait toujours à penser à lui, à se demander ce qu'il faisait, à se l'imaginer allongé à côté d'elle, tard dans la nuit. Quand elle le croisait dans les couloirs, elle se débrouillait pour le frôler ou le bousculer. Elle s'excusait alors, saisissant cette opportunité pour toucher son bras et lui sourire.

Bianca ne ratait aucun de ses matchs de Quidditch et bien que fière membre de la maison Poufsouffle, elle arborait immanquablement les couleurs rouge et or de l'équipe de George. Elle l'encourageait en silence, les yeux rivés sur sa silhouette athlétique et gracieuse.

Elle l'observait de loin, le cherchait dans toutes les foules. Et même si George n'était pas sien, même si elle ne pouvait pas lui crier son amour, elle était heureuse. Heureuse de pouvoir ne serait-ce qu'exister dans son monde.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x oc #hufflepuff #poufsouffle #harry james potter #harry potter #oliver phelps #fluff #imagines

[nosku]

HARRY POTTER AND CAST MASTERLIST

《key:♡-fluff ♤-angst ♧-smut ●-dark filthy smut》

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note:the smuts and dark smuts are very very VERY unholy so plz be warned

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*btw some of these don't have summary bc I'm lazy lmao*

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harry potter:

together《♡》

smile《♡》

daniel Radcliffe:

wedding day《♡》

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fred:

punishment 《♧●》

kitchen sex《♧》

James phelps:

wish I were Heather《♤》

your jealous of his wife

my girl《♡》

your only his

you《♧》

whith you《♡》

we dated in 2004《♡》

why I love you?《♡》

James ver.

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George:

bunny《♧》

forever《♡》

oliver phelps:

my world《♡》

yea《♧》

why I love you?《♡》

(oliver ver.)

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weasley twins:

our whore《♧●》

cockslut《♧》

car sex《♧》

(car sex with the twins *muggle AU*)

shameless《♧》

treat me like a toy《♧●》

hostage《♧●》

(the twins helds u hostage as there fucktoy *muggle AU*)

hostage pt.2 《♧●●》

(you try to runaway but.. *muggle AU*)

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draco:

run rabbit 《♤》

draco humiliates you infront of everyone

run rabbit pt.2 《♤》

your tired of draco torturing you

Tom Felton:

don't let it bother u《♤♡》

never gonna let go《♤》

Tom Is scared your gonna leave him

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cho chang:

I love you《♡》

you and me 《♡♧》

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Angelina jhonson:

mommy 《♧●》

bad 《♧》

dancing in the moonlight《♡》

you belong to me 《♧●》

Tiana Benjamin:

Friday night《♡》

my baby《♡♧》

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MORE COMING SOON......

#harry potter smut #angelina johnson #george weasley #fred weasley smut #george weasely smut #fred weasley #george wensley #cho chang #james phelps #oliver phelps #weasley twins

[laines-laments]

･:*:･ﾟ★ intro and masterlist

･:*:･ﾟ★ greetings and salutations

hii ! welcome to my blog, i'm laine !! i suffer from chronic teenage girl-ism and i fear i may never recover lolz !! my requests are always open as i am in constant need of inspiration, just send me an ask !! if you want to support me by funding my spending habits do so here !!

･:*:･ﾟ★ masterlist

♥︎ - smut / mature

✿ - fluff

★ - angst

House, M.D

Gregory House -

Jame Wilson -

Lisa Cuddy -

Robert Chase -

Thirteen -

Be More Chill

Michael Mell -

Jeremy Heere -

Richard Goranski -

Jake Dillinger -

Homestuck

John Egbert -

Dave Strider -

Rose Lalonde -

Gamzee Makara -

Karkat Vantas -

Mituna Captor -

Sollux Captor -

Nepeta Leijon -

Cronus Ampora -

My Chemical Romance

Ray Toro -

Mikey Way -

Frank Iero -

Gerard Way -

Kobra Kid (Mikey Way) -

Jetstar (Ray Toro) -

Party Poision (Gerard Way) -

Fun Ghoul (Frank Iero) -

Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton -

Thomas Jefferson -

John Laurens -

Phillip Hamilton -

SallyFace

Sal Fisher -

Larry Johnson -

Ashley Campbell -

Travis Phelps -

Danganronpa

Gonta Gokuhara -

Rantaro Amami -

Nekomaru Nidai -

Kazuichi Soda -

Sakura Ogami -

Leon Kuwata -

Kokichi Oma -

Mondo Owada -

Yasuhiro Hagakure -

The Magnus Archives

Jonathan Sims -

Martin Blackwood -

Timothy Stoker -

Elias Bushard -

Peter Lucas -

Jerad Keay -

Nikola Orsinov -

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid -

Law and Order : SVU

Olivia Benson -

Elliot Stabler -

John Munch -

Fin Tutuola -

Evangelion

Shinji Ikari -

Rei Ayanomi -

Asuka Langley -

Stardew Valley

Sam -

Sebastian -

Abigale -

Harvey -

Creepypasta

Jeff the Killer -

Ticci Toby -

Eyeless Jack -

Ben Drowned -

Laughing Jack -

Repo: The Genetic Opera

Grave Robber -

Pavi Largo -

Luigi Largo -

Amber Sweet -

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Bubba Sawyer -

Heathers

Heather Mac -

Heather Duke -

Heather Chandler -

Ram Sweeney -

Kurt Kelly -

Jason Dean -

Veronica Sawyer - how veronica would be as a teen mom (PG13)

My Hero Academia

Katsuki Bakugou -

Shoto Todoroki -

Izuku Midoria -

Touya Todoroki (Dabi) -

Endeavor -

Tomura Shigiraki -

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice) -

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz -

Beetlejuice -

Bojack Horseman

Bojack Horseman -

Mr. PeanutButter -

Princess Carolyn -

Diane Nguyen -

Sarah Lynn -

#laine lamenting #masterlist #masterpost #fic #fanfic #x reader #house md x reader #be more chill x reader #homestuck x reader #my chemical romance x reader #hamilton x reader #danganronpa x reader #the magnus archives x reader #criminal minds x reader #law and order svu x reader #evangelion x reader #stardew x reader #creepypasta x reader #repo! the genetic opera x reader #texas chainsaw massacre x reader #heathers x reader #my hero academia x reader #sally face x reader #beetlejuice x reader #bojack horseman x reader

[awigglycultist]

Going back and rewatching what I missed from the npmd livestream from the end of the Jane Perkins Theory to a bit before the beginning of the Abstinence Camp rewatch

I love how Matt keeps having to finish what Nick is saying bc he keeps lagging and freezing

"who's good at math?" *Joey immediately starts talking*

Jon being in show choir makes sense

Ofc Jon started a barbershop quartet

All these high school choir and theatre stories are incredible

"and I swore that I would never be involved in theater again" "and how's that going?" djdjdb

"I left to do Sussical the Musical, we made our decisions"

Hey, I like statistics! Well so far at least

Curt swam competitively and was ranked 18th nationally?

HE SWAM AGAINST MICHAEL PHELPS?

Mariah 🤝 Curt

Troy Bolton

"Bill vs Ted" "this is easy!"

Also yeah Ted would absolutely die first he's a whimp

Yes Peter and the Obnoxious Teen are still separate characters!

Wait the Obnoxious Teen characters was also going to be Richie but now they're also separate characters!???!

Doggy Power!

The 8bit tunes!! (once again asking SK to please release these as an album)

Yeah Paul absolutely would apologise the whole time

Bs I think Emma totally would win against Grace

No way Duke would even hurt a kid

Becky 10000% wins over Linda

"Paul have you been paying attention? We're having thr most important conversation of the decade!"

NOOO also I love Curt is like "no he's lacking context but f i n e"

Oohh wow Barry vs Henry is a good one

Peter Spankoffski my beloved

The idea o's Spitfire just incinerating Linda is wonderful

I REALLY LOVE Becky Barnes Climbed A Tree it's such a good feeling fun song and it makes me wanna go outside and climb a tree and I would absolutely listen to it every day and I love that they put in the little bit of Becky being Irish since that where the joke started from

Spefically 43 mins and 37 secs

Xander was supposed to have psychic abilities!?

"I might be bias though" "I'm definitely bias"

"okay Xander wins" "NO- I- NO!"

"okay so Grace has the power of God"

Absolutely love James' ideas of faking Spitfire's and Xander's deaths

"she's 18" "oh well then I retract everything I just said she's dead"

Xander sweep!

Daddy Bracket

Wilbur vs MacNamara off the bat? Omg

Woo filmed version of the Jangle Ball tour!!

He's a sorcerer?

NO NOT LEX VS HANNAH

"let's not do this :("

Lex has worked all her life to protect Hannah and make sure she doesn't get hurt so Lex would 1000% just lie down and die instead of killing Hannah

"it's like a Romeo and Juliet situation" mmm not quite Angela

EMDRIOD VS CAR!JANE AHAHAJSBDKD

"Can the Android hold a gun?" "yeah the android can hold a gun" "okay then this split, idk" ndjddbdjdb

"does android Emma.. Like, what's the gun situation?" NDKDBDDN

Angela and Mariah are really mean to be BFFs

Android Jane!

"this one breaks your heart?"

Also would Lumberaxe even kill Holloway bc he only kills ppl who aren't abstinent and Holloway isn't dumb enough to go do the dirty in the middle of the woods so would Lumberaxe be able to tell if she's been abstinent or not?

"I wanna see Webby and Miss Holloway fight, that'll be interesting" "I wanna see them fall in love!" in with you Mariah

The immediate "Holloway wins"

So many of these are good vs evil

"remember the child murder?"

They had Nemo stand in for wiggly durning a rehearsal of Feast or Famine bdjdjd

Full blown fluff machine!

My god I love Valentine

Jane's cat knocking over the camera bfjdbss

"that's a weird looking porcelain cat" "where'd you get that porcelain cat Matt?"

Anyway this is where I got caught up with last night so that's the end of this post

#npmd livestream

[afeb]

Fred Weasley - Lover

“Why do I have to go this?” I asked again, wincing down at the small bottle of pink liquid in front of me.

“Because you owe us a favour for not ratting you out to Snape for cheating on your test last week.” George said. “And we need someone to test our Love Potion.”

“Now remember you’ll be obsessed with the next person you look at for twenty-four hours, so look at me.” Fred said.

I rolled my eyes. “It won’t kill me, will it?” I warily asked, bringing it to my nose and sniffing.

“Don’t worry, I was very careful.” George said. “Now bottoms up.”

I groaned and pinched my eyes closed, bringing to the rim of the bottle to my lips and quickly gulping the liquid. It tasted incredibly sweet, so much so it made my jaw twinge in pain. I pulled back and groaned, rubbing my jaw.

“You okay?” I heard Fred ask.

“Yeah I’m...” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Fine.”

“Has it worked?” He asked.

“Yeah...” I whispered.

I’d never noticed how utterly handsome he was. His cheekbones were sculpted into his face, his nose strong, his jawline so sharp it could cut. His eyes were a deep blue, long hair sweeping in the most beautiful shade of red. He was tall, and built, presumably from all the Quidditch he played. Not only that but he was smart, and funny. Why hadn’t I noticed him before?

“Looks like you’ve got an admirer there.” George joked, pushing his brother lightly.

“You’re so good-looking.” I gasped, falling into Fred chest as I peered up at him. “And so funny and smart and kind.”

“Woah there.” Fred caught me, smiling down at me. “Easy Tiger.”

I giggled. “I never noticed you before, why?” I wondered aloud.

“No clue.” Fred replied.

“Come on, let’s get her to bed.” George said, gathering up my school books.

I practically hung off Fred’s arm on the way to the dormitory. “You smell so good.” I sighed, pressing my cheek against his shoulder.

“Jesus Georgie, how strong did you make this thing?” Fred asked.

George stifled a laugh. “I’ll dampen it a bit.”

I dreamily gazed up at Fred as he muttered the password to the Common Room, leading me inside. Everyone turned to look at us with an odd expression as Fred led me through the busy room. George broke off to go talk to some friends, whilst Fred took care of me.

Once inside my dorm, he sat me on the bed and stood before me. “I didn’t think it would work this well.”

I grabbed his hand. “Your hands are so big! God, you look so strong.” I complimented.

“What’s wrong with her?” Hermione asked, sitting up from her slouched position.

“Love Potion, George and I were testing it.” Fred chuckled down at me. “Tomorrow you won’t feel the same way.”

“But I love you!” I screeched, standing up and immediately wrapping my arms around him. “I could never fall out of love with you, Freddie!”

He laughed loudly and placed me back on the bed. “Keep an eye on her would you?” He said to Hermione who nodded along. “Night Y/N.”

“Night Freddie.” I sighed, smiling up at him brightly. I watched him leave before I collapsed onto the bed. “Hermione, I’m in love!”

She giggled a little. “It’s a Love Potion.”

I sat up quickly. “Is not! You know I had a huge crush on him before this.” I sighed.

I got ready for bed, babbling on about Fred and how wonderful he was. It was nearing midnight and all the girls were tucked away in bed, while my mind was still racing.

“Do you think he loves me back?” I asked out loud.

A chorus of groans filled the room. “Would you be quiet! You’ve been talking about him for hours.” Lavender said.

I sat up. “He’s so amazing though! Him and George have this great idea to open up a jokes shop and I really believe that he can make it and-“

“That’s it!” Hermione jumped out of bed, pulling the covers off my body. “We’re going to see Fred.”

I immediately jumped out. “You’re such a good friend, taking me to see the man I’m in love with!”

I wrapped my arm around my shoulder as Hermione quickly walked to the boys dorm. She banged loudly, for a long time.

“Fred Weasley, you get out here this instant!” She yelled.

Fred swung open the door with just pyjama bottoms on, rubbing his eyes and looking down at us. “It’s midnight, what the hell are you doing?”

Hermione stepped aside and Fred and I looked at one another. “Hi Freddie.” I dreamily sighed.

“She won’t shut up about you, so you’re going to deal with her for the night.” Hermione crossed her arms.

“She can’t sleep in here!” He defended.

“Not my problem.” Hermione grabbed my arm and pushed me into Fred’s chest, storming away.

“I guess we’re roomies for the night.” I winked.

“Oh god...” Fred sighed. “Stay here.”

I did as I was told and waited patiently for him to come back. He soon did, with a thick jumper and white trainers on, grabbing my hand.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I was tugged through the Common Room.

“The library,” he said. “There’s got to be something in there about breaking this damn spell.”

I followed after him, hand still clutched in mine. “I love you Fred, have I told you that? You’re just the best guy I’ve ever met and-“

Suddenly a hand came over my mouth and I was pushed against the wall, Fred craning his neck to peer behind the corner. Seconds later Feltch passed us, frowning before shrugging and going back in the direction he came.

Fred looked down at me. “Promise you’ll be quiet.” He whispered.

I nodded and Fred removed his hand. “I’d do anything for you, Fred.”

He rolled his eyes and tugged me behind him again. Once we successfully snuck into the library, Fred led us through the winding bookcases, picking up various books as we walked.

“Can I talk now?” I whispered.

“Quietly.” He whispered back, skimming over the pages.

“Do you love me back?” I asked, propping myself up on the side table next to Fred.

“Of course I do.” He mumbled, flicking to the next page.

“No, like are you in love with me.” I giggled.

He looked at me. “Y/N, you aren’t in love with me.” He said.

I frowned and pouted my lips. “Yes I am!” I squeaked.

“Shh!” He hissed.

I blushed. “I am in love with you, I was before this stupid potion.”

He stopped reading and snapped his eyes to me. “What?”

I snorted. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know, I have a huge crush on you!”

“You do?” I nodded. “Why?”

“Because you’re smart and funny, and handsome, and you smell amazing and you’re so strong and-“

“Forget I asked.” He said, turning back to the book.

I looked down at my hands. “You’d never go for a girl like me.” I muttered.

“Why would you say that?” He asked, grabbing another book and quickly reading.

I sighed heavily. “Because I’m awkward and you’re so cool. I’m not nearly as smart as you, I feel like you get bored when I speak to you. I’m not very pretty, not compared to some of the girls in your year.”

Fred had stopped reading by now and was intently watching me as I made my points. “Don’t say those things about yourself.” He murmured.

I shrugged. “It’s true though. I’m frumpy and my hair is always a mess, I try and do make up but somehow makes me look worse. I’m not terribly skinny and god I eat my feelings.”

“Hey,” he moved to stand in front of me and cupped my cheeks. “You’re the funniest, smartest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

I beamed up at him. “Really?”

“Really.” He smiled. “How an earth could you think I’d never date you?”

“I never thought you saw me in that way.” I confessed.

“I never saw you in any other way, I thought it was you who wouldn’t be interested in me.” He chuckled lowly.

I sighed. “Oh Freddie...”

His eyes flicked down to my lips for a moment, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His hands still cupping my cheeks, he slowly moved forward. He pressed a kiss delicately against mine, pressing a little harder as a small whimper escaped my lips.

He pulled back. “Better?”

“Marry me.”

He laughed loudly, clamping a hand over his mouth once he realised we were meant to be hidden. “One day.” He winked. “I can’t find anything to break this spell...”

“I don’t want it broken.” I said.

He rolled his eyes and helped me off the desk. “Come on, Lover.”

Fred and I spent most of the night talking in the Common Room, learning new and wonderful things about each other that only made me fall harder for him. I spent the rest of the morning gushing to the girls about my night with Fred, all of them rolling their eyes and trying to get on with school work.

I sat next to Fred in the Great Hall, arm looped through his as I rest my head against his shoulder and listened to him talk to the other boys about the upcoming Quidditch match.

Wait...what was I doing? I slowly moved my arm from his and sat up, Fred curiously looking down at me.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Uh oh, I think it’s wearing off.” George said from across the table.

I looked at Fred. “Oh god...” I blushed as I remember everything I said last night.

“Hey there Lover.” He smirked, right eye dropping in a wink.

“Oh god!” I screeched as I scrambled off the bench and immediately started running away, ignoring the howls of laughter as I scurried off into my own personal hell.

Safe to say the Love Potion worked.

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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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It’s James Eric Andrew Phelps, bitch!

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Dementors - Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Takes place during Prisoner of Azkaban. Reader is in her fourth year (one below Fred/George) and has been having a rough year because of the Dementors. Fred steps in to help.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and stress

Word Count: 4,500

A/N: I’ve had this fic idea for a few months now, and finally got around to writing it! Fred is genuinely the love of my life and I hope you enjoy reading! :)

The Hogwarts Library was your favorite place to study. It wasn’t necessarily because you enjoyed the silence more than anyone else, but rather stemmed from your inability to work when other people were around. The moment you broke off from your group of friends’ “study sessions” and started studying by yourself in the library, you fell in love with its quiet yet comforting ambience.

Studying alone didn’t necessarily mean you were lonely while studying. There was an unspoken sense of camaraderie between the regulars who frequented the library most nights of the week. Hermione, for example, had become your unofficial “study buddy” during your second year, with the two of you sharing a table or a couch to do your work on every time you were in the library together. Despite her being a year younger than you, she was one of your closest friends.

Even on nights like tonight, with buckets of rain falling down outside and the wind howling louder than a banshee, the library remained one of the coziest spots in the castle.

It was Saturday, one of the few nights Hermione didn’t come down to join you, and so you’d abandoned your normal desk near the windows in favor of a cushioned armchair near the fireplace (which Madam Pince only lit on nights like this).

You relished the warmth radiating from the fire in front of you, admiring the soft, flickering light it cast on the piece of parchment in your lap. You were taking a break from your half-finished potions essay, transfixed by the rain cascading down the tall library windows like a small waterfall.

You squinted as a dark figure floated into view, brows furrowing as you recognized it as one of the many dementors assigned to Hogwarts’ ground this year. You shuddered, quickly reverting your eyes to your essay.

How ironic, you thought, that you were writing about the Calming Drought when you hadn’t felt calm once all year.

You came from a muggle family, and while many creatures of the wizarding world were still unfamiliar to you, dementors were one aspect you wish had remained secret. They terrified you, to put it plainly.

You hadn’t slept soundly since the first day of the semester when one of them had just floated into the train compartment you were sharing with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. You’d almost passed out right then and there, and you weren’t even the person it was interested in.

You understood why they were there, but you still hated them. You could hardly go anywhere without seeing one hovering lifelessly through a window or lurking slowly over the Quidditch Pitch. As Hermione had said herself, you didn’t need to be near one for it to make you feel absolutely awful.

And while you didn’t like to think of yourself as an anxious person, the dementors’ presence this year had completely degraded your mental state. You were sleeping less, eating less, and trying to cope by putting all your effort into your schoolwork. At least when you were preoccupied with an essay or studying, you’d get a small distraction from the horrible creatures that permeated your everyday life.

“Oi, (Y/n)!”

You jumped about five feet in the air at the sudden noise, essay and quill falling unceremoniously to the floor. You groaned, twisting in your seat and eyes widening at the sight of Fred Weasley approaching you, a concerned look on his face.

“Sorry, love, didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized sincerely. You gulped, ignoring the term of endearment, and shook your head dismissively.

“It’s alright,” you replied with a wave of your hand. “Just caught me off guard is all.” You reached down to pick up the items you’d launched off your lap. When you sat back up, Fred was walking over with a chair he’d grabbed from a nearby desk. You gave him a small smile as he sat down next to you.

“I’m assuming you’d like help with something?” you teased knowingly. He grinned and nodded.

“Hermione said you were in the middle of writing a potions essay, and seeing as Georgie and I have spent the last week studying for our potions OWL, I figured I’d come ask you all the questions Hermione couldn’t answer for us,” he explained. “If that’s okay with you, that is.”

You feigned offense. “Wow, Hermione first then me? I see how it is, Weasley.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and smoothing it out on his thigh.

“These are our areas of concern,” he said, handing the paper to you.

“Areas of concern?” You raised an eyebrow as you scanned over the paper, chewing your bottom lip lightly as you tried to figure out what topics you could actually help him with. You glanced up at him, cheeks flushing at the sight of him watching you intently with a small smile on his face.

You’d always been a bit infatuated with Fred Weasley, but then again, who wasn’t? Fred and George were Quidditch legends, insanely popular (but in the truly social way, not the stuck up “I’m better than everyone” way), and quite smart. They were funny but caring, and stood up for anyone who needed it. He was also a year older than you, and thus you regarded him as completely unattainable.

“I understand everything up until this here,” you said finally, pointing at where ‘Draught of Peace’ was written. “I think this is where the fifth year curriculum begins, and obviously I’m not there yet.”

“I will gladly accept whatever help you can give,” Fred replied, grimacing as Madam Pince interrupted him with a loud “Shh!”

You startled again, exhaling quickly and glaring at Fred for causing the reprimand.

“Someone’s jumpy today,” he said, brows furrowing slightly. “You alright, (Y/n)?”

“I’m good, thank you,” you replied, looking down at Fred’s list once again. You went to hand it back to him, only to find him staring at you with an apprehensive look. “What?” you asked defensively.

“Have you been sleeping lately?” he asked quietly. You gulped, realizing you hadn’t concealed the dark purple bags under your eyes before you’d left your dorm.

“It’s just been a tough week,” you replied firmly, shoving the list into his hands and reaching down to gather your things.

“(Y/n)-”

“It’s late,” you stated, cutting him off before he could interrogate you further. “How about we get together to study sometime this week? That way I can find all my essays from this year for reference.”

“That works fine for me,” he replied hesitantly. “Are you-”

“I’m free any day except Wednesday, and Thursday morning because I have a Charms test,” you interrupted again, standing up quickly. “Just let me know whenever.”

He nodded slowly, pushing himself out of his seat as well, concern still etched across his face. You tried to give him a reassuring smile.

“How about tomorrow in the Great Hall? After my Quidditch practice,” he finally suggested. You nodded eagerly.

“Sounds perfect, I’ll see you then.” You gave him a small wave and rushed towards the doors, trying to ignore your heart beating ten times faster than normal and the memory of Fred’s worried gaze.

• • •

When you woke up from yet another night of hardly any sleep, you realized you had absolutely no idea when Quidditch practice was. You had walked down to the common room looking for Harry, but lo and behold, Oliver Wood was already up and annotating a book on Quidditch strategies at nine in the morning.

Practice was from three to five on Sundays, as you quickly found out, meaning you had a whole eight hours to stress about studying with Fred before it actually happened.

You spent an hour trying to fall back asleep and another working on your potions essay, then decided you’d had enough of your own room and went to bother Hermione in her dorm. You found her sitting on the carpet surrounded by a copious amount of notes, with Lavender and Parvati helping her sort through them.

“Transfiguration,” Parvati explained as you sat down to help them. “We have a test on Friday.”

“A bloody hard one, too,” Lavender said, slightly exasperated. “Four chapters worth of short ended questions and two essays.”

“Where’s Kellah?” you asked, realizing the fourth inhabitant of the dorm was missing.

“Interrogating McGonagall about all this.” Lavender jabbed a figure at a stack of notes spitefully.

“Maybe Kellah will convince her to give us all bonus points,” Parvati suggested. Hermione laughed softly, head still bowed over a lengthy piece of parchment in front of her.

“I hear you’ve got a study date with Fred Weasley this afternoon,” Hermione said, glancing up to give you a grin and an eyebrow wiggle. You groaned, blushing as Lavender and Parvati squealed.

“It’s really not that serious-”

“Except that it is!” Lavender all but shrieked. “You’ve liked him for forever!”

“Sweet Merlin, this is your chance!” Parvati gushed, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly. “I’m genuinely so excited about this.”

You laughed and shook your head. “I’ll be sure to give you all updates tomorrow, though I can’t promise they’ll be all that interesting.”

The four of you continued to talk about your looming study session with Fred as you combed through Hermione’s notes.

“This’ll be good for you, (Y/n),” Parvati said thoughtfully. “I mean, Fred’s a great guy, he’s always cared about you-”

“Maybe hanging out with him more will help with the whole, y’know, anxiety situation,” Lavender added. You shrugged.

“I mean, I saw him for literally five minutes yesterday and he’s already figured out that I’m not sleeping,” you said, chewing your bottom lip. “And I don’t why but the thought of him knowing everything makes me nervous.”

“Why?” Hermione asked curiously. You shrugged again.

“I guess I just don’t want him to be upset, or worried.”

“(Y/n), Fred would never be upset with you,” she said reassuringly.

“I think it’s romantic that he’s all in-tune with your emotions,” Parvati said wistfully.

“And he cares,” Lavender sighed, staring at the carpet emotionally. You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks, guys.”

• • •

At 2:30, you tried to convince yourself that you were heading down to the common room to relax, not to catch a glimpse of your favorite Weasley twin on his way to practice. That was a lie.

Fifteen minutes later, Fred Weasley ambled down the steps with the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, laughing loudly with George while Oliver trailed behind them muttering something about maturity. Fred’s face lit up as he caught sight of you curled up on the couch and smiled at you brightly. You gave him a small wave in return, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see the faint blush on your cheeks.

“I’ll see you later!” he called on his way out of the room. George paused in the doorway to give you an exaggerated wink, giggling when you glared at him before turning to catch up with the rest of the team.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, cursing your quickened pulse and sweaty palms - he’d only been in the same room as you, for Merlin’s sake, there was no need to get so worked up.

And yet Fred had all your nerves on edge as the clock on the wall ticked closer and closer to five o’clock. You pulled out your potions textbook and a spare piece of parchment, deciding to make a few notes for later.

At some point you dozed off, your lack of sleep catching up with you as it often did in the middle of the afternoon. You’d become a frequent napper in the last month or so, finding it easier to fall asleep when it was still light out. Today, however, was not the best day for one of your four hour recovery naps.

You woke up with half an hour to spare before you needed to be in the Great Hall. You went back up to your room, gathered your typical study things and changed out of the pajamas you’d been in all day, opting for a sweater and a new pair of sweatpants instead. This time, you made sure to dab concealer under your eyes, erasing all evidence of your insomnia before you left Gryffindor Tower.

There were only a few students sitting in the Great Hall when you got there. You took a seat in the middle of the Gryffindor table and inspected the baskets of assorted snacks in front of you as you set your bag down.

One of the first years, a girl named Amara, pushed a basket of pumpkin pasties towards you from her seat across the table. She gave you a shy smile. “I know you like them.”

“Thank you, Amara,” you said, grinning at the young Gryffindor and grabbing two of the pasties.

“What’s that about?” she asked as you pulled your textbook out of your bag.

“Potions,” you said, setting the book on the table in front of you. “I’m helping Fred study for his exams.”

“Fred Weasley?” Amara asked with wide eyes. You chuckled.

“The one and only.”

As if on cue, Fred made his way through the doors of the Great Hall, head turning as he scanned the room for you. He grinned as his eyes met yours and hastened his pace just a little bit. Your heart skipped a beat, admiring the way his sweatpants hugged his legs and the slight flush to his face.

“Hello, love,” he said, sliding into the seat next to you. You gave him a small smile, eyes widening as he wrapped an arm around your waist. If he noticed the blush tickling your cheeks he ignored it.

“And hello to you, too, Amara,” he continued, giving her a wave. “You look lovely today.”

She squeaked, face turning a bright shade of red as she scampered down the bench towards her classmates. You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful slap on the shoulder.

“You’re a menace,” you scolded.

“Sure am,” he replied proudly, removing his arm from your waist and clasping his hands together on the table in front of him. “So, potions.”

You nodded, flipping open your textbook to the Wit-Sharpening Potion (which you’d bookmarked earlier). “This is the first thing in the fourth year curriculum.”

“Which is where Hermione left off,” he added with a nod.

“I’ve already read it over,” you explained, pointing at some of the annotations you’d made earlier. “So we can review it together and then you can copy down all the important bits to study later.”

He looked down at himself and then gave you a sheepish look. “Do you by chance have something I could write on?” he asked. You sighed, reaching into your bag to grab a piece of parchment and a quill.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Weasley,” you said sarcastically.

“Oh, I hope so,” he replied cheekily, giving you a heart-melting grin.

You spent the next hour or so guiding him through the effects and recipes of each potion. He actually did a surprisingly good job at paying attention, taking detailed notes and only interrupting every once in a while to point out Amara staring at the two of you from a distance.

“She’s so cute,” you remarked softly, watching her gossip energetically with her friends.

“She reminds me of you when you were a first year,” Fred said. You gave him a confused glance.

“What do you mean?”

“Very enthusiastic, easy to rile up,” he explained.

“Now I understand why you and George pulled so many pranks on me,” you groaned, turning the page to the chapter on Skele-Gro.

“It’s was our job to terrorize the new students,” he said, raising his hands in defense. “Peeves’ orders.”

“Uhuh,” you said sarcastically, unable to keep the grin off your face.

“This is the stuff Madam Pomfrey gave to Harry last year!” Fred said excitedly, pointing at the book. You grinned and nodded.

“Yes! Now what’s it made of?” you asked, covering the ingredient list with your hand.

Fred’s nose scrunched as he concentrated. “Erm, puffer fish, and an arm bone, and…spiders?”

“One spider,” you corrected, lifting your hand off the page. “And a bunch of other things.”

“Chinese chomping cabbage, five Scarab beetles…” he mumbled, scribbling onto his parchment as he squinted at the list.

“Invented by Linfred of Stinchcombe,” you added.

“Funny name,” Fred chuckled.

“Which one?” you asked. “Linfred, or Stinchcombe?”

“Both.”

You giggled softly, gaze trailing upwards as the light emitting from the ceiling changed from a pale yellow to a deep blue. The floating candles gleamed brightly against the dark night sky. Despite the change, there was still enough light shining on the tables for you to be able to work.

“Lovely nighttime ambience,” Fred remarked from beside you.

“You sound like you work in real estate,” you replied, gaze moving from the ceiling to the large window at the front of the hall.

You inhaled sharply, noticing the all-too familiar silhouette of a dementor floating just beyond the glass.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Fred asked softly from behind you. You hardly noticed the hand he rested gently on your arm, focused entirely on the dementor hanging in the air like a twisted puppet.

“Dumbledore said they weren’t going to come on the school grounds,” you muttered.

Fred followed your gaze to the window, and you felt him stiffen behind you. “Ah.”

You turned back around in your seat, knocking his hand off you, and cleared your throat as you looked back at your notes.

“I think we can move on, yea?” you said, flipping to the next chapter.

“(Y/n)-”

“Antidotes,” you announced, clapping your hands together dismissively. “Very specific healing potions-”

“(Y/n)!” Fred interrupted, reaching out and covering your hand with his own. You sighed, finding yourself feeling oddly uncomfortable under his concerned gaze. “What, Fred?”

“Exactly, what the bloody hell was that?” he asked, a bit harshly.

“What are you talking about?”

“The dementor!” he said exasperatedly, frown deepening as you shivered. “(Y/n)?” His voice was much softer this time.

“I don’t like talking about them,” you said finally, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath. “They scare the shit out of me.”

“Are the dementors why you haven’t been sleeping?”

Your eyes snapped open, giving Fred an incredulous look. “I’ve been sleeping just fine, thank you.”

“I hope you don’t think last night in the library was the first time I’ve noticed,” he said softly. Your heart skipped a beat. “All year you’ve seemed…more reserved. Tired. You yawn all the time, I hardly see you eat.”

“I’m just…stressed,” you managed, glancing at the pumpkin pasties you’d set aside earlier. The dementor had taken your appetite away completely.

“It seems more serious than that,” Fred muttered, placing his hand on top of yours and squeezing gently. 

You sighed, glancing down the table to where Amara and her friends were staring at you intently. “Could we continue this conversation elsewhere?” you asked quietly. Fred nodded, helping you put your things in your bag.

“When did it start?” he asked as the two of you walked towards the doors at the end of the Great Hall.

“It’s been all year,” you admitted, cringing at the way Fred exhaled sharply. “I didn’t know you noticed.”

“Of course I noticed,” Fred said, pushing the door open for you. “You’re worth watching.”

You blushed and followed him down the corridor. “Where are we going?”

“I was thinking the kitchens?” he said. “It’s warm there, plus the house-elves are just starting dinner.”

Fred stayed by your side as you walked down the stairs, hand brushing against the back of yours lightly every time he took another step down. You bit your lip, imagining how it would feel to get to hold his hand.

“How was Quidditch practice?” you asked softly, breaking the silence. Fred looked down at you and gave you a small grin.

“You really want to know?”

You nodded.

“Absolute shit,” he replied, emphasizing every syllable. You stifled a laugh as his brows furrowed in frustration. “Wood has been up in everyone’s business for weeks trying to get us to learn this new play. You know who invented it?”

“Who?” you asked curiously.

“The Pride of Portree!” he said exasperatedly. “They’re bloody professionals, and Wood can’t seem to understand how we’re not performing as well as they are.”

“Wood’s a bit of a lunatic when it comes to Quidditch,” you agreed.

“A bit is an understatement,” Fred snorted, stopping at the fruit bowl painting that concealed the entrance to the kitchens. “Do you want to tickle the pear or should I?” “Don’t think I’ve ever been asked that before,” you laughed. “You can do it.”

Fred reached out and gave the two dimensional fruit a tickle, grinning as it turned into a door handle. He pulled it open. “After you, m’lady.”

“(Y/n)!”

You grinned and waved hello to Krafty, one of your favorite house-elves.

“Hello, Krafty,” Fred called, pulling the door shut and coming to stand beside you.

“Mr. Weasley,” Krafty said, giving a slight bow. “Krafty must go help work on dinner!”

You glanced up at Fred as the house-elf scurried off. “I didn’t know you knew Krafty.”

“George and I come here all the time to steal food before bed,” he explained, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards one of the tables. “We know quite a few of these guys.”

He sat down and patted the bench next to him, grinning as you followed suit and rested your head against his arm.

“Comfortable?” he asked. You nodded.

“Your mother’s sweaters are always so cozy,” you mumbled. “I stole one of Ginny’s old ones to sleep in.”

Fred chuckled. “I’ll just ask her to make you one.”

“I don’t want to burden her,” you whined.

“She loves you, she won’t mind.”

“I miss your mum,” you said. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen her.” “You should come visit,” Fred suggested. You shrugged, sitting up straight. “Maybe.”

Fred reached around your back and grabbed a roll out of a basket behind you. You gave him a confused look as he forced it into your hands.

“Would you please eat this,” he said. “I haven’t seen you eat a full meal in weeks and it’s starting to make me nervous.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, taking a small bite of the bread.

“I don’t mean to make you feel bad,” Fred said softly, “it’s just that you have to eat.”

“It’s not like I’m trying not to,” you explained. “I want to eat, but I get so…so nervous that I stop being hungry.”

“Because of the dementors?” he asked.

“Yea.” You cringed at how small your voice sounded.

“Why do they freak you out so much?” he asked genuinely. “I mean, they’re creepy and all, but you seem more affected by them than most other people.”

“You remember how one came into our compartment on the Hogwarts Express?” you asked. “At the beginning of the year?”

Fred frowned and nodded. “Don’t think Ron slept for two weeks.”

“Yea, well, I haven’t really slept since then,” you muttered.

“(Y/n), it’s been months,” Fred said incredulously, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I genuinely have no idea how you’ve been functioning this whole time.”

“I know it’s bad,” you sighed, leaning into his chest and trying to ignore the way his caring tugged at your emotions. “But it’s just…so dark in my room at night. And I’m always the last one awake and I feel so alone, and then I’m just reminded of how lonely and terrified and cold the dementor made me feel.”

“You have to sleep sometimes,” Fred said, pulling you in closer to him. “I read somewhere that you’ll die if you don’t sleep at all, and you’re clearly alive.” He pulled back and gave you a once-over. “Well, kind of.”

You snorted. “I take a lot of naps.”

“Is it easier to fall asleep during the day?”

“Yea, and I can hear people moving around and talking and stuff, so I don’t feel as isolated I guess,” you said.  Fred hummed, thinking to himself.

“Would it be okay if I proposed a rather outlandish and potentially polarizing solution,” he said finally.

“Uh, sure,” you replied, motioning for him to speak.

Fred cleared his throat. “You could, y’know, if you wanted to, come sleep with me. Only if you were okay with it, of course.”

You were sure you’d heard him wrong, eyes bulging as a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

“Jesus, (Y/n), don’t look at me like that,” he teased with a nervous chuckle. You blinked, trying to force your face into a more normal expression.

“You…you want me to sleep with you?” you asked.

“Not sexually!” he clarified quickly. “Just like physical sleeping, and I could keep you company so you wouldn’t feel lonely.” A pause. “Unless you’d prefer sexually.”

You felt your face turn increasing shades of bright red, stuttering for an answer as he grinned at you adoringly. Your eyes widened as he reached out and grasped your thigh gently, staring down at his hand and then back up at him.

“Would this be a bad time to tell you I fancy you?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours for any trace of an answer.

“No,” you managed breathlessly. “This is a perfect time.” His lips were on yours in an instant, your eyes fluttering closed as one of his hands came up to cup your jaw, the other resting on the small of your back, coaxing you closer to him.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you senseless and caressing your face with his thumb.

And suddenly you remembered you were still in the kitchens. In the kitchens snogging Fred Weasley.

“Fred,” you murmured, pulling back and taking a deep breath. You opened your eyes, relishing in the sight of Fred panting, his eyes still closed. “Fred, we have an audience.”

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking at the small crowd of house-elves watching you from a distance, all donning shocked expressions. “Krafty! Doesn’t (Y/n) look ravishing this evening?”

Krafty blushed furiously, turning around and hurrying away with the platter he was carrying.

“Fred Weasley!” you scolded.

“I wasn’t completely joking, you know,” he muttered, looking back at you. “You look gorgeous. Absolutely stunning, inside and out.”

You blushed. “I, erm, fancy you too,” you said, realizing you hadn’t said it back before. “In case you were wondering.”

Fred grinned, pushing himself to his feet and reaching down to help you stand up. “Let’s take this back up to my dorm, yea? We can make tea and look at that potions book a little more, and then maybe you can spend the night?”

You looked up at him, beaming at the thought of spending a night in Fred Weasley’s arms, and potentially sleeping well for the first time in months. “That sounds marvelous, Freddie.”

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[acciojaeyun]

i'll keep you safe | fred weasley

pairing: fred weasley x gn!reader warnings: none just fluff prompts: "do you trust me?"

summary: fred always believed in them. no matter how far-fetched y/n thinks of it and the future of their relationship is. it's about time fred takes the lead, no matter his reputation of being a prankster deems.

Fred looked in awe of the [Y/H] right in front of him. Right hand clad around the quill which feathers looked fewer than original, left hand intertwined with that of Fred's. Fred was in love, you see. It was a sight to be seen, how the loud boy turns quiet and adoring the moment Y/N is of near approximation.

He leaned his head on the palm of his left hand, eyes never leaving Y/N who was busy revising for Potions - something that Fred never really understood, or maybe he did, he just really had some sort of disliking towards Professor Snape. That, he understood. But he also understood how intricate Y/N gets in artistry.

You see, Snape had assigned an essay due in a couple of weeks. It wouldn't interest Y/N that much, as far as he is concerned. However, the essay included sketches of the whole potion-making setup. Something Snape does for practical examinations to ensure that the students knew what they were doing one hundred and one percent of the time.

"Anything I have that interests you more than the same essay we've been working on?" Y/N asked, face not leaving the parchment and hands ever-so-elegantly moving in such manner, adding depth to each line that Fred marvels in once complete.

"Don't mind me, love," Fred sighed, moving his arm on the table, folding to lay his head on his elbow afterwards. He loved moments like this, it felt so right just holding Y/N's left hand while they worked on the sketch much more than the content of the essay itself.

People who saw them would see it as a normal romantic gesture between two love-stricken teenagers. But to Fred? Oh, no. It was not a normal romantic gesture, it was home. Everything, really. What could mean a normal occurrence in the notion of teenagers could mean the whole world to Fred.

"You're so beautiful," Fred murmured, eyes tearing up slightly in disbelief how he had Y/N to love him back, hopefully just as much as he loves Y/N. "You're not so bad yourself, Weasley," Y/N retorted playfully, missing the look of adoration on Fred's face.

Fred chuckled. Taking note of how his heart almost beat out of his chest at the thought that passed his mind in a flicker. "I want us to graduate already,"

"Is that so?"

"Yes,"

"Do tell me why."

"Well, for starters, I just know George and I's shop is a success to be made," he smiled at the thought, sitting up straight to now play with Y/N's fingers. "Second, I get to see you become the artist that I know you'll be."

Y/N now looked at Fred. Not once had Y/N mentioned their interest in being an artist, thinking the idea was not plausible. They knew they were set to be a Healer at St. Mungo's, or maybe someone who works at the Ministry. Y/N never mentioned their interest in the arts to anyone, it was a part of them that they forced to be locked inside out of the pressure from their parents who believed that art was never an option in a family of healers or ministry department heads.

"I know how your parents are, Y/N," Fred said, meeting their eyes who flashed a look of sadness and doubt. "Bloody hell, they don't even like me." Fred laughed.

Fred saw the guilt on Y/N's face, something he always saw whenever they talked about Y/N's parents in terms of their dreams, their relationship, and Y/N themselves.

He let go of Y/N's left hand to take hold of both of theirs, bringing their hands to his lips for him to kiss every knuckle and every skin possible. "But that didn't stop me from loving you, now, did it?" His hazel eyes looked up to meet that of Y/N's.

"How did you know I – um, wanted to be an artist?"

"Darling," Fred cooed, kissing yet again their hands. "If there's another thing I take pride in, it's your work."

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed at this, Fred smiled. "Your sketch of me during DADA, I saw that. That urged me to talk to you."

Blood rushed to Y/N's cheeks, a light tint of pink spreading across the apples of their cheeks which Fred kissed lightly the moment he saw it. "No matter how much you said you were to become a doctor, or a ministry employee – I knew you were an artist, Y/N."

"I'm afraid I won't be." Y/N whispered, looking down, disappointment covering their voice.

Fred placed a finger under their chin, making them to look at his loving eyes. "Darling, have I not influenced you that much into forgetting the existence of the word fear?"

Y/N laughed, making Fred grin in his successful attempt at making them smile. "Such a charmer you are, Fred."

"No, but really," he said, clearing his throat, his hands now running through Y/N's hair just behind their ear. "Fear is zero to none when you're with me."

He moved his chair to be nearer to Y/N even if it almost looked impossible. He cupped their face in his hands, "I can't wait to marry you." he confessed, his eyes tearing up yet again at such intense feeling he never knew he could foster for someone.

Y/N never felt so in love until Fred. They have had numerous heartbreaks over the years, and being in such haven with the man that they loved and hold so dearly, they couldn't believe it. It was so surreal, so overwhelming. But Y/N was also scared, considering how everything had been to them before Fred, and even with Fred because of external factors.

"I'm scared, Fred."

"I know."

"My parents, my –"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course," Y/N said in a heartbeat, feeling ever so sure of themselves for once in a lifetime.

"I promise you," Fred says, pecking their lips, "I'll keep you safe." he finishes with a tender kiss on their forehead.

Fred ran his hand through their hair in such reassurance, his chin resting on their head, as he felt Y/N's arms wrap around his torso slowly. He smiled at the timid action, kissing the top of their hair.

"You're an artist," he murmured, "Your heart is your masterpiece."

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[pissforu]

oliver and james phelps

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