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something that we’re not // fred weasley
Summary: You and Fred are friends. Best Friends. Who happen to cuddle and sleep in bed together all the time.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: lots of pda, fluff, jealousy, reader gets slapped by her friend
A/N: As always, remember English is not first language. Also, thanks to @coffee-jelly544​ for proofreading this.
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You huffed with relief and exhaustion as you exited the potions classroom and made your way through the dungeons to the Gryffindor Common Room.
Detention with Snape was the most agonizing experience you'd ever had. You've spent the last two and a half hours cleaning cauldrons just because you hadn’t turned in your essay on time, and it didn’t help that the greasy-haired professor had it in for you.
You weren't sure what was the cause of this animosity. You were a straight A student, always acing your exams and were proud to say you’re very good at potions. However, Snape always seems to have something against you. Also, you supposed it didn't help that Fred and George Weasley were your best friends. At every opportunity the twins would try to prank or annoy the teacher, seemingly without remorse and understanding of the consequences of their actions.
‘He must enjoy sucking the life out of his students.’
“Hi there, love,” Fred's cheerful voice greeted you as you entered the common room through the portrait hole. He was sitting on the wide sofa, with George next to him. You spotted Angelina in one of the love-arm seats and Lee on the floor near George's knees, even though there was another vacant love-arm seat in the room.
When he noticed your long face, the older twin reached out his arms and drew you into his lap.
“How was detention?” George asked.
“Awful,” you mumbled against Fred's chest. He caressed your back while his other hand played with your fingers absentmindedly. “I hate Snape.”
Lee guffawed, "I don't think anyone in their right mind likes Snape."
“Greasy prick had me scrubbing his filthy cauldrons for two and a half hours.”
“Oh! How dare he,” Fred mocked dramatically, causing a small smile to break out on your face. “Do you want Georgie and I to prank him?”
You lifted your face to connect your gaze with his, “Would you?”
“Anything for you, snookums.”
At his honest response, you squeezed his waist and buried yourself further into his chest.
“Perhaps you could try not to get into trouble next time,” Angelina, who had been quiet until now, advised.
This made your brow furrow, “I only gave him the essay two days late, and it was because I was bedridden, as you know.”
“Yeah, Angie,” George came to your defense, “Snape only gave her detention 'cause he has a grudge against us.”
Your eyes grew heavy, and the muscles in your face relaxed, releasing the strain of the day. Your limbs became limp, heartbeat growing tranquil. Your breathing slowed as you felt the steady rise and fall of Fred’s chest.
“Are you gonna fall asleep on me?” Fred teased.
You hummed, “I might. You are quite comfortable.”
With a smirk on his face, Fred accepted the remark, “That I’ve been told before.”
George rolled his eyes at the silly—but typical— interaction between you two. Like the rest of your friends, he had grown accustomed to your flirting and displays of public affection, which you swore wasn’t hiding anything romantic.
“Carry me to bed?” You didn’t have to ask him twice. Fred tightened his grip on you, and with you safe in his arms made his way up to the girls’ dorm without complaint.
“Are we sure they’re just friends?” Lee inquired, intrigued.
“That’s what they say,” Angelina said in response.
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“Fred!” You whispered-yelled, trying to wake your friend up without disturbing the other three blissfully sleeping on their mattresses. “Fred!” You tried again, this time lightly shaking his arm.
“Y/N/N?” His speech was sluggish, and his eyes were barely open, still half-asleep. The redhead looked down at his nightstand; the clock there marking 2:30 in the morning. “What happened?”
“I had a nightmare.”
Fred detected something peculiar in your small voice, and somehow knew you had been crying. He lifted the covers off his bed, inviting you to get in. He drew you close, your head resting on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding once you were in the safety of his arms. You gripped him in fear that he would vanish, and you were pleading with him to stay with you.
Fred noticed your distress and asked, “What happened, love?”
“I had a nightmare,” tears filled in your eyes as you recounted the images that had woken you up in the dead of the night. “You– You died, Freddie,” you wept, out of breath. Fred tightened his grip on you. “It was awful.”
“It was just a dream,” he tried to soothe you, running his hand through your hair.
“There was a war, and you were there, and there was this wall… it crumbled, and the rubble—” you couldn’t finish telling him as your words broke into sobs. Hot tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut in the hope the tears would stop.
“Shhh. I’m here, love. I’m fine.”
“I don’t want to lose you, Freddie.”
“Who said anything about losing me?” He tried to lighten your mood. “You know I’m too stubborn to die.” He could feel you start to relax against him, but he still added, “You’re gonna have to put up with me for the rest of your life. It’s what you signed up for when you befriended me.”
His stupidity managed to make you crack a smile, and your choppy breathing and watery eyes slowly came to a stop. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Good. Me neither.”
Neither of you spoke again. You didn’t return to your dorm, and Fred didn’t ask you to either. You knew that if you let go of Fred's arm now, the nightmare would most likely strike again, depriving you of a good night's sleep.
Being wrapped in Fred’s arms calms you down and allows you to fall asleep, and slumber hits you after a few minutes.
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The sun flowed golden through the window, making a polite announcement for the rising sun. The sunlight created rainbow diamonds that swirled across the wall's canvas.
“Good morning, lovebirds,” George’s chippy voice made you groan and bury further in Fred’s chest.
“They look very cozy, don’t you think, George?” You recognized Lee's voice.
“They certainly do, Lee.”
“Shut up!” Fred opened his eyes and tossed his pillow at his brother and best friend, who were standing at the foot of his bed. “People are trying to sleep over here.”
“Have you seen what time it is? You'll be in trouble if someone sees Y/N leave the room at this hour.”
That caused you to widen your eyes and turn to look at the clock. It was barely half an hour before breakfast.
“Oh shit!” You exclame.
“Why didn’t you wake us up sooner?”
George shrugged as he gazed at his brother. “You seemed very comfortable. I didn’t want to disturb your sleep.”
The older twin rolled his eyes.
“Hey Y/N,” Lee called for your attention. “You are welcome to return tonight and sleep in my bed. I’m a better cuddler than Freddie.”
George laughed at his friend’s suggestion, but it didn't elicit the same emotion in Fred, who rolled out of bed and smacked his friend across his head.
“Ouch,” he grumbled, massaging his head.
“Watch it, Jordan,” Fred warned, pointing his finger at him.
“Yeah, Lee. Don’t you know Freddie boy here is the only one allowed to cuddle little Y/N/N?”
Fred was about to reprimand his brother when he was startled by the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut. When he turned around, he saw that you had already left the room.
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You crept down the hallway of the boys’ dorms back to your room trying not to be caught by other students. When you reached the girls' dorms there's a loud noise around the corner and you quickly ducked into an alcove. You peek out and spot a group of girls chatting and laughing as they walk down the hall toward the common room.
Once the coast was clear, you went to your dorm and softly pushed the door open, trying to make as little noise as possible, until you were safely inside.
“G’day, buttercup,” Your friend, Alicia Spinnet, greeted you. “Fun night?”
She and Angelina were already dressed in their uniforms, gazing at you  like a deer caught in headlights. Angelina was looking at you, admonishing, while Alicia's eyes were amused. You didn't need to tell them where you'd spent the night because you were confident they already knew.
“You should not be sneaking into the boys’ dorms late at night. I’m sure you have plenty of time to snog your boyfriend during the day.”
“C’mon, Angie. Let the girl have her fun.”
You frowned at her. “Fred’s not my boyfriend.”
Angelina laughed at you humorlessly. “Yeah, sure.”
“What’s your problem?” You approached her, facing her. “You’ve been a bitch to me lately for no reason.”
“I’m the bitch? I’m not the one that sneaks into the boys’ room in the middle of the night.”
“I’m sorry that my friendship with Fred bothers you that much, but blaming me for his rejection will not make him want you.”
Something smacked against your face, and your cheek began to sting. When you realize your friend had slapped you, your heart began to race.
Angelina had always been there for you, through everything. She was, along with the twins, one of the first people you befriended during your first year at Hogwarts. But now, after years of friendship, she had finally let herself go too far. Slapping you in the face hard was something you never expected from her.
“Angie!” Alicia gasped horrified.
“It’s alright,” you interjected, taking a long breath. You weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing you altered. “Do you feel better now?” You looked at your friend, but you didn’t wait for her reply nor did you expect her to reply. You picked up your uniform from your trunk and made your way to the bathroom.
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It'd been a week since your altercation with Angelina. She couldn't get the rage out of her head since then. Every time she saw you, she would experience an illogical outburst of anger. You haven’t tried to talk with her either. You were stubborn, but you weren't in the wrong this time, and she had no right to tell you the awful things she did, let alone hit you.
As if on cue, Angelina and Alicia entered the room. The smile on Angelina’s face caused by whatever Alicia said evaporated as her gaze was drawn to the table in front of her—you were sitting on one of the Gryffindor common room sofas. Fred's head rested on your lap, his legs sprawled out along the length of the couch while you ran your fingers through his ginger locks, braiding them.
Anger simmered inside her as she glared at you. She stomped her foot and mumbled a string of curses, her hands into fists as she marched towards the stairs that led to the dorms. Alicia smiled apologetically and followed her friend's lead.
“What’s wrong with her?” Fred gazed up at you, perplexed by the Quidditch Captain's actions.
“She’s upset that you don’t wanna go to the Yule Ball with her.”
“Still? Godric, you girls need to let things go.”
“You tell her that,” you grumbled, “She thinks we are dating.”
Fred didn’t seem fazed by your words. “Yeah. Lee and George think so too.”
“You have really soft hair,” you muttered, trying to change the topic of the conversation, as you didn’t like where it was heading.
“It’s the Weasley gene,” he joked, making you laugh.
“See, you can’t do shit like that and not want us to think you’re a couple.”
George and Lee dashed down the stairwell. They strolled over, leaning over the back of the couch, looking with amused eyes at the display of affection between you and Fred.
“I’m just braiding his hair,” you said more defensively than intended.
“You’re just jealous that you don’t have a best friend who braids your hair.”
The younger twin cracked a sly smirk. “Would you braid my hair, Y/N?”
“No, she won’t,” Fred answered almost in an instant, lacking amusement.
“Why not? She’s my friend too.”
“Exactly, you said it yourself— friend. Not best friends. You are just her friend. I’m her best friend and she can only have one best friend.”
“You’re so childish.”
“He’s like a possessive boyfriend who doesn’t like his girl hanging around with other guys,” Lee whispered in George’s ear.
“Watch this,” George mouthed at Lee, who was looking at him expectantly.
“Hey, Y/N,” you shifted your gaze away from Fred’s ginger locks to look at the other ginger. “Do you happen to have a date for the Yule Ball?”
Fred’s body stiffened at his brother’s words.
You squint your eyes at George’s question. You knew him well enough to know he wasn’t asking just for the sake of asking. “I don’t.”
“Wanna go together?” He wriggled his eyebrows, “I’m the family's best dancer.”
“I doubt it,” you replied to him. “I bet Ginny’s got that talent, along with the brains.”
Lee roared a chuckle, and George placed a hand on his chest, a mock offended expression on his face.
“You hurt me, Y/N/N.”
You rolled your eyes at his antics.
“Who are you going to go with, then? I doubt you'll find a more suitable suitor than me.”
“She’s going with me,” Fred replied casually.
You lowered your gaze at your friend. “I am?” You inquired, “When did you ask me?”
“Now,” he said, smiling broadly, “Would you do me the honor to accompany me to the Yule Ball, dear Y/N?
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Yule Ball night.
You stood in front of the full-length mirror, your reflection stared back at you. You had never felt so beautiful before. You admired your dress, feeling happy with how it looked on you.
You were wearing a beautiful gown in spring garden hues. It had delicate blossom details and it was made of beautifully draped plisse tulle that pleats over a nude corset bodice. Whispery yet regal, plisse tulle at skirt had underlayers with subtle sparkle that made it truly magical.
You spent hours debating what to do with your hair, and in the end, following Alicia’s suggestion of a low bun with a French braid. You wrapped the bun with a lock of hair already plaited in a French braid and pinned it in place. And as a final touch, you added a cute hair clip for some extra glitz.
“Wow,” your friend gasped behind you. You turned around to meet her already in her gown. “Fred’s gonna lose his mind when he sees you.”
“I can say the same about Lee,” you smiled, “Have you seen yourself? You’re stunning!”
You took one last look at your reflection in the mirror before leaving the dorm. You couldn’t help but smile at yourself; this is going to be a night to remember.
Fred couldn’t take his eyes off you as you descended the stairs. You had always been beautiful to him, but tonight you were especially stunning. Watching you now, he couldn't believe that he was about to have the chance to dance with you. He had a warm feeling inside of him, and he couldn't help but smile at you. As you came closer, he could see the happiness in your eyes, which made him even more excited.
“Hi,” you greeted him when you reached the bottom of the stairs and walked over to him.
“Hey,” Fred smiled at you, “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“Shall we?” Fred inquired, extending his arm to you. You nodded and walked over to the Great Hall, linking your arm with his.
Soon enough, you were in the middle of the crowd, swirling around to the music. As you danced together, Fred felt like nothing could tear you apart. You laughed and smiled as you moved around the ballroom, and it was honestly one of the happiest moments of Fred's life.
As the night progressed and the music got slower and more sentimental, you knew that this would be one of the most memorable nights of your life.
“Are you having a good time?” Fred asked. You had your arms around his neck and his hands were respectfully on your waist as you swayed to the rhythm of the music.
You hummed in response and gazed up at him. “Thank you for taking me. Even if you only did it to piss your brother.”
“What?” he frowned, “I didn’t take you to piss George off. He asked you to piss me off.” Fred grumbled.
“Why would it piss you off me coming with him?”  
Fred tensed briefly at your question, but he quickly brushed it off. “I didn’t say it would piss me off; I meant that he believed it would piss me off,” he quickly explained, “Y’know, since he thinks we’re dating.”
You took in his explanation, still not convinced enough. “And then you asked me just to prove to him that it did, in fact, piss you off?”
“I asked because I wanted to spend the night with you.”
“Then why did you wait ‘till the last minute?”  
You weren’t truly bothered, but you liked how he squirmed with each question you threw at him. It was hilarious to watch him so uneasy. It wasn’t something you were used to, so you were savoring the moment.
He was going to defend himself again when he saw the smile breaking out on your face. “You’re so mean,” he pouted.
“Sorry. You’re fun to mess with.”
As the songs continued to play and you kept swaying, you slowly –and probably unconsciously– brought each other in close until your bodies were pressed tightly against each other and you could feel each other's pulses racing under their skin.
“A little too close for a friend’s dance,” Angelina's crabby voice resonated among her friends at the table as they watched you and Fred dance a few feet away.
Alicia sighed at her friend’s snarky comment. She was tired of the situation and being in the middle of her two best friends’ feud, trying not to take sides.
“Still upset by Fred’s rejection?” Lee teased, “Or is it the fact that he’s in love with your best friend that bothers you?”
Angelina rolled her eyes. “I don’t bloody care who he likes. They could just say they're together once and for all, and not make us look stupid.”
“I don’t think they are together,” George chimed in, after a lengthy gulp of firewhiskey. “But there’s definitely something there.”
Lee frowned at the younger twin, “What made you change your mind?”
He was perplexed by his friend's quick change of heart. George was the first to suspect you and his twin were secretly dating and denying it to annoy them.
The ginger simply shrugged and sipped his drink again.
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“I wish the school did more things like this,” you reflected. You were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor’s Common Room, the ball had ended hours before, but the night hadn't ended for you and Fred. He was seated next to you, with your head resting on his shoulder. You sat there watching the fireplace flames dance and shimmer. You've always enjoyed the sound of a crackling fire and the warmth it provided during the winter months. However, Fred was completely focused on you. He admired the flickering light from the fireplace as it played off your features, making them shine. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.
He loved everything about you, from your laugh to your dimples.
Fred had never felt this way about someone. 'Should I say something? What if she thinks it's weird?' Maybe it was just because he'd never had that type of connection with anybody else before, but he didn't want to ruin it by intruding on your night.
“You didn’t have enough of my dance moves, did you?” He laughed, attempting to put any other thoughts to the back of his mind.
“You were pretty good. Surprisingly.”
A faux offended expression played on your best friend’s face. “Excuse me?” Fred placed a hand on his chest in mockery. “What do you mean by surprisingly?”
Before you could even get a clue of what was happening, you were pinned down on the couch, Fred's body hovering over you while his large fingers tickled your sides. You laughed hard, doubling over in pain and joy.
“Stop,” you said between giggles, trying to get away from him as he tickled you further.
"Okay, okay," you finally said when you knew you'd never be able to break free from Fred's grip, “I give up.”
When he was done, you lay there, gasping for air and laughing uncontrollably.
Fred reached for your face with his palm, tucking away a few strands of your hair, clearing the way so your gazes could meet.
You've always thought Fred’s eyes were beautiful and bright, always holding something special inside. It was difficult to put into words how much you loved looking into them, but it was definitely something special. Maybe it was just the way they made you feel small and vulnerable in a way that nobody else ever had, but there was just something about them that made you complete.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered ever so softly, and something turned in your stomach.
“You live to flatter.”
“That’s why you love me.”
“I never said I loved you.”
He smirked at your words. “Then, tell me,” he challenged, “Tell me you love me.”
You grew a sneaky grin on your face, moved in closer — if that was possible — and whispered in his ear, “Make me.”
His eyes darkened, and his smile became wider. His fingers sank into your waist again before you could react. “Tell me you love me!” he exclaimed.
“Never!” You shouted, giggling.
His fingers continued to tickle your sides, making you laugh, squirm, and beg him to stop.
“Say you love me, Y/N.”
“What in Merlin’s beard are you doing?” A reprimanding voice from the staircase made its way into the Common Room. “Do you know what time is it? You are gonna wake everyone up.”
George gave you a disapproving look, and he was too exhausted to see that he had wrecked the moment between his brother and you that Fred had been looking forward to for so long.
Fred sighed and got off of you, you followed his actions and went to pick up your heels from the floor.
“Sorry, Georgie,” you apologized to your friend, “You’re right, it’s late. I’m gonna head off to bed. Goodnight, guys.”
You didn’t spare a glance at the twins. You couldn’t look at Fred after what had happened,  and all you could think about was what might have happened if George hadn't walked in.
'Would you have confessed?
Would he have told you he loved you?
Would you have kissed?
What would it have felt to kiss his lips?'
You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of any stray thoughts concerning you and Fred.
You were only friends.
Best friends.
And that’s all you’d ever be.
But would let the rest of the world keep thinking that you were something more.
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kmt123whatsthetea · 8 months
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Space for two (NSFW)
Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley
A continuation of the weekend with the Weasley twins. Things can get pretty heated when you’re in bed with your kinky boyfriend and his, equally kinky, twin.
T/W: nsfw (under 16’s dni), dom Fred, dom George, Degradation, spanking, bondage, fingering, male masturbation, nipple play, sir kink, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, stomach bulge?, oral (male receiving)
A/N: this isnt be a series, just me writing a little part 2 for this idea. Thank you all for the likes and support with Room for Two, i'm writing this as a mini celebration for 500 likes.
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“My Turn, Kitten”
George pulled out of your puffy cunt, swapping places with his brother and sitting in the chair opposite the bed that Fred had occupied before. Fred knelt behind you and saw his brothers cum slowly leak from deep inside you, making him smirk.
“Bet you loved that, you little slut. Being used by my brother felt good, didn’t it?”
When you meekly nodded, Fred harshly slapped your ass, making you jolt and yelp. George smirked from his place in the chair, enjoying how fucked out he could make you.
“Good little sluts use their words, don't they Kitten? Don't you want to be a good girl for Freddie and me?” George cooed mockingly, his smirk turning sadistic as he saw you nod eagerly before muttering a small “Yes Sir, wanna be a good girl for you both”. Fred chuckled before pulling you to lay on your back, taking off his orange tie. He pulled you by your wrists to the bed frame before tying them tightly, leaving you without the use of your arms. Fred and George both admired the sight of you, naked, vulnerable, and extremely horny. Fred sat back down by your side, running his hand up along your stomach to grope your breasts.
“Tell me Kitten, you liked when Georgie fucked you, didnt you?” Fred spoke calmly, his hand still toying with your nipples, pulling small breathy moans and whimpers from you.
When you didn't answer fast enough, Fred pinched and tugged on your sensitive nipples, making you yelp and whimper.
“Felt so good sir”
Freds grin widened and he trailed his hand down to your aching clit. He plunged two fingers inside of your pussy, causing you to let out a pornographic moan. His fingers pumped in and out without stopping, curling to press that spot inside of you that had your legs trembling. Fred’s other hand trailed up to your throat, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing gently, not enough to hurt, but enough to have you clench around his fingers.
From the end of the bed, you could hear George's grunts and heavy breathing. You take a chance to look down, only to find George stroking his cock. Precum gathered at his tip, making your mouth water. Fred had fucked your throat many times, but would his twin brother taste the same?
Both twins watched you intently, not missing a single thing you did. They both saw how desperate you were. Fred had once mentioned to George about your ‘oral fixation’, but that look in your eye just proved it. You were like a dog with a treat.
George only snickered at that look on your face and stood up from the chair, favouring to kneel on the other side of the bed next to you. He smirked at how your eyes remained glued to his cock. He moved closer, revelling in the way you tried to move forward to taste him, but whining once your tied wrists pulled you back. Fred pulled his fingers out of you and spanked your already sore and throbbing clit, making you cry out and close your legs.
“What's the matter, kitten? Thought you wanted Georgie in your slutty mouth? Or do you want him to finish on those perfect tits like a dirty whore? Fred stroked your cheek in mock affection. All you could do was whine and try to lean closer with your mouth open, hoping that George would comply and give you what you want.
But if pranksters are good at one thing, it's teasing.
“Go on then, slut, if you want it that badly. Suck his cock”. Freds teasing in your ear made you whimper, desperately fighting against the binds on your wrists to just get a taste. George leaned forward, letting your tongue swipe against his tip before leaning back again, taking your desire for more with him. Before you could whine and beg for more, Fred got between your legs and slid his cock along your dripping folds. Fred leaned closer, his breath fanning your already red cheeks. “Bet you’d love nothing more than to have Georgie between your legs again, letting him fuck you until you’re sore. Who do you prefer, Kitten, your boyfriend or his brother? Who do you want to fuck you? Who do you want to cum deep inside of you until you’re swollen?”
“Want you, sir. Want you to fuck me and make me full. Want you deep ins-” Your pleas were cut off by your loud moan, caused by Fred ramming into you, not stopping until he was balls deep. His smirk grew when he saw your expression slowly turn to nothing but bliss, your need for begging forgotten as his cock felt too good to remember what you were begging for. He noticed the bulge in your belly from his tip pressing deep into your cervix. He pressed down on it, making you whimper and squirm beneath him. George stayed on the bed beside you, holding your head in place by taking a grip of your hair. He angled your head just right, giving you a view of Fred's cock as he slowly started to pull out, giving you an empty feeling that was only temporary.
Fred’s slow and deep thrusts, along with George's grip on your hair, had your eyes rolling back and your toes curling. You wish your hands weren't tied above your head so that you could hold onto either twin. Fred slowly increased his pace. Slow, deep thrusts turning quick and merciless as his cock pounded away at your insides. You were getting closer and closer with every thrust, still pent up from Fred's fingers teasing you earlier.
“Please Sir, need to cum. Please let me cum, Freddie, Georgie, please”. Your begging slowly became unintelligible babbling that made both boys chuckle. Fred kept his brutal pace while George held your hair with one hand, his other teasing and pinching your nipples. George decided to put you out of your misery with one little word.
“Cum”
Pornographic moans fell from your lips as your body trembled, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. Your walls convulsed and gushed around Freds cock, causing him to groan and cum deep inside of you with one final thrust. His cum soothed your raw insides as he slowly pulled out, rubbing his hand on your thigh comfortingly. But George wasn't done.
George untied your hands and pulled your head into his crotch, immediately slipping his cock between your wet and open lips. You didn't have enough time to prepare and gagged softly as his tip nestled itself snugly into your throat. You flattened your tongue to lick the underside of his shaft as best you could with his rough thrusts. His precum had already stained the back of your throat, leaving you with the permanent taste of him. Although he and his brother were twins, they did taste uniquely different. But both tastes were tastes that you wouldn't mind having again, as embarrassing as that is to admit when talking about the taste of cum from your boyfriend and his twin. George's thrusts got sloppier and his cum forced its way down your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow it down, not like you wouldn't have anyway.
Something the Weasley twins had in common (apart from appearance and cheekiness) was that they were both cuddlebugs after sex. Fred pulled you by your waist into his embrace, whilst George spooned you from behind. The smell of sex mixed in with the comforting scent of both twins. The room that was once filled with squelches and moans was now filled with heavy breathing and praises from either twin about how good their little Kitten was.
If this was just one weekend, you'd definitely ask about moving in.
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So "jail" is on the Weasley Family clock but who do yall think got jailed to make that happen
My bet is Bill
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artbymaranne · 11 months
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Ginny Weasley 
We’re not talking about how long this took me to make ;-; 
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grangersnotes · 1 year
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Pretty boy | Fred Weasley
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!Mature Content!
Just the thought of Fred gripping the sheets while you’re practically sucking his soul out. Him trying to stay quiet, one hand slapped across his mouth, eyes rolling back to his skull. Small whimpers still manage to escape him as you hollow your cheeks. “Mmhm” His chest raising up and down. Your hand finds its way to his neck as you bring your face closer to his. “Now now, Freddie” His eyes glued to yours, eyebrows furrowed together “Be good for me, pretty boy”.
A/N I had an ice cream today, the spring is finally here friends.🌸
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mpaoshelle · 1 year
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and he wasn't wrong
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wzrd-wheezes · 1 year
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Angry make up sex w George because why not
Take Control - George Weasley x Reader
AN - this request literally made me go feral so this turned out way longer than I expected lmfao
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Contains: arguing, swearing,dom!George, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), light bondage, and just general smuttiness. As always minors dni.
It was rare for Y/N and George to argue. Having lived together for a while, they were used to having little spats that would normally be resolved in a matter of minutes. However, this time things had seemed to escalate rather quickly, and the pair hadn’t spoken for most of the day. They lived in the flat above the twins joke shop, and unfortunately for Y/N and George, Fred was away on business so there was no middle man around to keep the peace.
The argument was over something stupid to do with the twins joke shop, an issue that they were having with one of the their suppliers.
“All I’m saying is, if they’re not going to bother sending us stuff out on time, then we may as well drop them and go to a different supplier,” Y/N said, leaning against their table, her coffee cup clasped between her hands.
“I can’t just drop the supplier without taking it up with Fred though can I?” George retorted
“Fred’s away for a few weeks, George! We can’t just stand around and wait for him to get back.” She argued, “Merlin forbid that you might actually have to make a decision for once!” She stood up quickly from the table, her chair pushing out behind her, the legs of it scraping against the floor with a harsh squeak.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” George asked hotly, standing up to join her.
“I’m saying that you let Fred make all the decisions! You can do this without him you know? You need to take control for once!” she crossed the kitchen to drop her mug in the sink, “I’m going downstairs, we need to open the shop up.”
The atmosphere on the shop floor that morning was frosty, the pair barely uttering two words to eachother. Y/N tried to busy herself tidying things around the shop, refilling the shelves and helping customers. For the most part, the shop was fairly quiet compared to usual. The first time that the pair had spoken since their spat in the morning was when Y/N called George over to assist her with a customer.
“Would you do me a favour and grab another one of these from the stockroom?” she showed him the box that she was holding. George nodded, barely making eye contact with her and walked off. He returned a short while later, handed her the box and walked off again. Y/N finished off with the customer and helped them check out, bidding them farewell as they left. There was a jingle of keys as George walked towards the door, not even looking at Y/N as he passed. He reached into his pocket, retrieving the keys and locked the door.
“Upstairs. Now.” he commanded, making eye contact with Y/N for the first time in hours.
“What are you doing? It’s the middle of the day-”
“Y/N, I swear to Merlin if you don’t go upstairs now…” he trailed off.
“So you’re not going to speak to me all day and then start ordering me around? I don’t think so,” She replied, giving him a look.
Within seconds, he’d moved as fast as lightening and had her pressed against the wall. He looked down at her with fire in his eyes, his hands either side of her head, bracing himself against the wall. Y/N smirked, twigging on to what was happening.
“I’d wipe that fucking smirk off your face if I were you.” He whispered, kicking her feet apart and pressing his knee between her legs. His eyes stared into hers intensely, his lips pressed together. Y/N stayed silent.
"What was it that you said earlier? I need to take control for once?" he questioned her.
"I didn't mean it like-"
George cut her off by smashing his lips against hers. Y/N groaned into his mouth and George used the opportunity of her parted lips to slip his tongue in. The kiss was rough, their teeth clashing together, sinking into each other's lips as if their lives depended on it. Y/N reached up to tangle her hands in his hair, but before her fingertips even brushed against it, George had her wrists pinned against the wall using one large hand. He looked down at her, eyes dark with passion and his lips bruised with the force of their kiss. He dropped her wrists and jerked his head in the direction of the stairs that led up to their flat.
Before they had even reached the bedroom, George had Y/N pinned against the wall once again. This time, using it as leverage so he could lift her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. He kissed her fiercely as he carried her, throwing her down onto the bed. As soon as he put her down, Y/N scrambled to remove her clothes, hastily throwing them into a pile on the floor.
"Can't wait any longer, huh?" he smirked, his slender fingers reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He slid it out from the belt loops torturously slow, the leather gliding against his fingers smoothly. He kneeled on the bed in front of her, once again using one of his hands to hold her wrists in place. Carefully, he wrapped his belt around her wrists, fastening it to the headboard. He leaned down to kiss her neck.
"If I take it too far just tell me and I'll stop, okay?" he whispered.
"George, if you stop now I might just have to kill you."
Smiling, he stood back up, taking a second to admire his handiwork before removing his shirt and trousers, his dick straining against his boxers.
"You look so fucking pretty like that," he said, before kissing her again. He trailed his kisses down her neck, over her chest and stomach, hovering over the area where she wanted him most.
"George, please." Y/N groaned, tugging against her restraints.
"Hm?" he hummed, glancing up at her, "desperate already are we?"
Y/N bucked her hips up in response, and George quickly had them pinned back against the bed with his arm. He kissed her thighs sweetly, working his way up to her aching core. Y/N moaned out as he nipped the flesh of her inner thighs. Growing impatient himself, George licked a stripe up her pussy, earning a moan from Y/N. He buried his face between her thighs, his skillful tongue working her up easily. He slipped a finger inside her and began pumping quickly before adding another one. George knew exactly how to make Y/N tick, he knew exactly how to move his fingers inside of her in order to make her fall apart for him. It was mere minutes before Y/N was moaning out loudly.
"I'm c-close, George," she gasped. George halted his movements, withdrawing his fingers from inside her, "No, don't stop, please."
He shuffled up the bed so that he was leaning over her.
"If you're gonna cum, then you're gonna do it on my cock, yeah?" he whispered gruffly, shoving his fingers into her mouth, "taste good?"
Leaving two fingers in her mouth, he used his other hand to undo the belt that was restraining her. He threw it on the floor and it landed with a clink. Slipping out of his boxers, he took his cock in his hand and pumped it a few times before lining it up with her entrance. He slipped in slowly, giving her time to adjust before quickening his pace.
"Fucking love having you under me like this," he groaned. With each stroke Y/N brought her hips up to meet his.
They didn't stay in that position long before George flipped her over. Y/N quickly got on all fours, arching her back towards him. He slipped inside her again and quickly got back into the rhythm of fucking her. His hands roamed greedily over her arse, grabbing handfuls of the flesh, occasionally his palm cracking down on it roughly.
"Fuck, George," Y/N moaned out.
"Getting close, baby?" he asked, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her up so her back was pushed against his chest. Y/N nodded frantically. George wrapped a hand around her throat, adjusting her head so that she was looking at him.
"Want to see that pretty face when you cum," he grunted, "Want you to look at me." His hips snapped quickly, chasing his own orgasm as well as hers. Y/N moaned loudly, leaning back into George.
"George I'm-"
"I know, baby." he cut her off, "cum for me."
That was all it took to tip her over the edge as she came undone for him, moaning out his name and a string of curse words. George followed quickly behind, his thrusts becoming more sporadic as he finished inside of her.
They both collapsed on the bed, absolutely spent.
"C'mere," George whispers, holding out his arm so the she could snuggle into him, "M' sorry for arguing earlier."
"We can argue all the time if that's how it ends," Y/N grinned, kissing him on the cheek.
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fleursfairies · 8 months
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hbo series better not do the weasleys dirty or ima fight
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I noticed somethin about the Weasley kids
I made a helpful little chart:
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there's a useless fun fact for ya :3
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karahofthedawn · 1 year
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You Owe Us One (part 3) - The Blindfold
Fred Weasley/George Weasley x fem reader
Fred and George slip you a note and ask you to meet them. What they have in store for you is more than you had expected.
Contains: Smut, threesome, light bdsm, vaginal and oral sex.
Length: 4.7k words
Also thank you to all who read 💜 It means a lot. :)
There was no denying it, you were craving whatever Fred Weasley had in store for you. The twins hadn't given you a day or time of when you were to meet again. So the few days after George took you in Snape's Storeroom were filled with pining and anticipation.
Then on Friday morning when Fred bumped into you on your way to class, you felt a piece of parchment slip into your hand. He gave a quick wink and a hurried apology before disappearing with George and the other Gryffindors down the corridor. You found a private corner and opened the note as quickly as you could.
What was scribbled in the center made your heart leap in your chest.
Tonight, 10pm, our spot. Don't be late.
You quickly folded the paper and shoved it deep within your bag. This time felt different. You had time to prepare.
The rest of the day flew by as your mind remained focused on what was ahead. Fred and George were going to meet with you, and they had said you owed them one yet again - well, specifically Fred. Last time that was the case you ended up between the both of them. Is that what would happen this time as well or did Fred have something special planned?
You tried your best to not to get anxious as you got ready later that evening. The other girls in the dorm tried to question you, but you made the excuse that you had to find the perfect makeup for the upcoming Yule Ball. They seemed to accept this, as they then turned their attention amongst themselves on what dresses they had picked out.
As the excited chattering took over the room, you closed the curtains and began picking out exactly what to wear. You decided on a pair of black jeans and a sweater with the yellow Hufflepuff crest on the chest. Underneath all of that is what mattered the most, with a lacy red bra and matching panties. 
Once you were ready to leave, you looked yourself over in the mirror. You felt good about this, nervous, but confident.
Even though sneaking out was never a problem, you left a little earlier just to be sure that any snags along the way wouldn't hinder the time. After all, they did say not to be late.
That's where it leaves you now. It is just about 9:55 from the last time you checked your watch. The hallways are empty and dark, just as they always are once all students are to be with their respective houses. Your footsteps echo as you reach the blank stone wall that serves as the entrance to the passage. With a flick of your wand and the words that the twins taught you, the door appears. 
Most of the day you were able to keep your nerves to a simmer, but now they were raising. Your stomach fills with butterflies as you approach the room that had that familiar fire glow escaping from its uneven hinges. You raise your arm, unsure if you should knock or not. They're expecting you, so it's no surprise when choice was made for you as Fred swings the door open and gestures for you to come in.
"Right on time," he says with a tinge of amusement as he glances down at his watch.
The room was smaller than you remember, but you take it was due to the rearranging they had done since your last visit. The table was now pushed to the far right with the boxes and cauldrons organized on top. The red couch was now accompanied by an old metal framed bed with what looks like freshly cleaned sheets on top. The headboard was a copper steel with different twists and turns, making the pattern almost spiral in shape.
This must have been why it took so long for them to reach back out to you. They were preparing whatever this was. You jump as George places both hands on your shoulders.
"Oh don't worry," he laughs. "Snape can't find us here."
You shrug him off and turn on your heel to face him. Your heart is pounding as he smiles down at you, his cool and relaxed expression the same as always. 
Fred steps next to him and they share a quick glance, then he says, "Well, let's get comfortable, shall we?" He takes your hand and leads you to the couch, his brother tailing right behind.
You try to remain present, fighting the lingering memories that come with this exact spot on this red cushion. You rub your sweating palms together as they perch themselves on either side of you. Fred wraps his arm firmly around your waist and pulls you to him. George lays his hand gingerly on your knee and observes as his brother begins to speak.
"So I've been thinking long and hard about just how you could repay me. You know, with me saving you from expulsion and all," Fred starts off smoothly.
"Right," you say with amusement, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. "So does George owe you too since you did the same for him?"
Fred's forehead creases and he shoots a puzzled look to his brother. "Well, no-"
"Then I don't understand why you keep saying that I -" he cuts you off with a wave of his hand.
"You're ruining the mystique," he says and removes his arm from around you, then gets up. He stands in front of the fireplace, gazing into the crackling flames with his hands tucked in his pockets. You look to his brother, who just leans back and watches with a curling grin.
"So," you say after a quick clearing of your throat. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well," Fred starts off quietly at first, the outline of his hair glowing from the flames. "I thought we'd play a game."
You furrow your brows and cross your arms. "A game? What, like chess?"
"No," he replies with a chuckle. Then withdraws a long black piece of fabric from his pocket. It was shiny, and you can tell even from a distance that it is made from silk. He turns and steps to you, then drops to his knees. "But it's very simple."
You eye him silently as he flips your hands and places the cloth right on your palms. As your fingers glide over the soft material, it dawns on you what it is. "A.. blindfold?"
"What a smart girl," George coos and strokes your hair.
You blush and stare down at the blindfold, then back up at Fred. "Okay I wear this, then what?"
Fred beams at you. "Then you will be tested on how well you know us."
"I- I'm" you stammer and look between the twins. "I'm not sure I follow."
George leans forward and delicately places his fingertips on your pale wrists. "You have to guess which one of us is touching you," he explains. "Isn't it brilliant? We came up with it just last night."
"I guess" you say with hesitance. "But, what if I get it wrong?"
"So this is where it gets interesting," Fred says with excitement riddled in his voice. "You see that bed over there? It's not an ordinary one, let me tell you."
"It has a specific jinx that we added to it," George continues. "I think it would be easier if we showed you." His brother nods and steps to the bedside. 
"Fred, what color is the sky?" George asks.
"Emerald green." Within seconds of his answer, a rope shoots out from one of the corners of the mattress and wraps around his arm. Your mouth shoots open and you squirm against the cushion. 
George squeezes your leg and smiles at you. "Don't worry," he says. "If at any time you're uncomfortable we can stop."
"So what do you say?" Fred returns to you and holds his hand out. "Do you think you could handle the challenge?"
Your pulse races as you look between the boys and the bed. They watch you patiently as you mull over the idea in your head. It was definitely not what you had expected, not that you were against the idea at all. You had never been restrained before, so the idea of being completely at their will was both intimidating and exciting.
What felt like an hour of deliberation (even though it was likely 2 minutes), you nod and say, "I'll play your game."
You take Fred's hand and he helps you to your feet. "Wonderful!" He exclaims and leads you to the edge of the bed and gestures for you to sit again.
You do as you're told, and the mattress bends a little under your weight. It was comfortable enough, though the box spring underneath creaked with defiance when George sits next to you. He takes the black silk that is entwined in your fingers and places it on his lap and folds it evenly.
"We will start out simple," Fred explains as he brother slips the blindfold over your eyes. Everything is dark now, and you're more aware than ever of the heat building below your naval. "First, let's - oh George, don't get her hair tied in with it."
There's a slight tug from your scalp and the knot loosens. "Sorry, I got it," he says quickly and then backs off the bed. You are sitting alone now, but you can feel their presence as they stand in front of you.
Fred continues, "right then, so let's begin with just our hands. There will be no talking from us, and you will have 30 seconds to guess who is who." 
Your cheek is gently caressed and you lean into their palm. "Are you ready, y/n?"
"Yes," you say simply, and the warmth disappears.
The tension in the room is so thick as you wait for the first test. Both of the approach you and your chest flutters with excitement as you listen for movement or any kind of cue. The breath you hold escapes your lips as someone brushes your neck. Their fingertips trail to your jawline and back to the collar of your sweater.
As they explore more of your exposed skin, you take notice of how purposeful they are with their movements. They stop at the threshold of your clothing and brush over the tender spots of your neck with gentle precision.
The other hand joins in, gliding their palm up your arm and to your side then over your stomach. There is more pressure beneath their touch, they feel needy and demanding as they slip beneath your sweater. They grip your ribs right below your bra line with enough force to make you gasp and lean forward into them.
“Fred,” you say breathily, looking up blindly at where you hear a soft laugh.
“Very good,” one of them says.
“Hey,” a voice comes from your right. “Can I take this off?” There’s a tug at the hem of your sweater and you nod in response. You lift your arms and allow them to slide it off over your head. The cold air hits your skin in an instant and a shiver rolls down your body, which is then replaced by gentle kisses over your bare torso from both sides.
“Fuck, Y/N.” You recognize this as Fred’s voice. “Did you wear that for us?”
You turn away and bite your lip. This wasn’t your first time with them, but admitting that you were dressing to please them just feels embarrassing. I suppose sitting blindfolded and practically topless didn’t help the matter. You give a quick, “I don’t know what you mean.” Something coils around your wrist. “What is-”
“It knows when you’re lying too. Did we not tell you that?” George says calmly, but you can hear the smile in what he’s saying.
The rope reels itself back so quickly that it drags you a few inches on your back. “I-I’m not really sure about this,” you say shakily. Your arm is completely pinned against the bed and you claw at it with your free hand.
“It’s perfectly safe,” one of them assures you, their fingers creeping down your sides and stops over the buttons on your pants. It was impossible to tell them apart now with your heart beating so hard against your ribs. “But if you want us to stop, you can tell us.”
You take a few deep breaths and allow the adrenaline to pass. You trust them. You aren’t entirely sure why, but you do. There was a yearning for them so deep in your soul since the moment that they fucked you that you knew that you’d do anything to feel that way again. The sinking at the edge of the bed tells you that they are both sitting there, inches away, probably staring directly at your half nude body. You let go of your binded arm and let your hand fall to the side. You’re slightly embarrassed from your reaction and try to will away the blush that was creeping up your neck.
There was a tapping and tugging on your jeans button again. “May we?” That was George - no, Fred. Somehow you couldn’t even hear the difference in their voices now, which was so easy before. You say yes, and you lift your hips to allow them to slip it off.
“Merlin’s beard, look at you” one of the twins exclaims and you bite back a laugh.
“You can say that again,” the other one says and runs a hand up your bare leg, leaving you with gooseflesh all over your body. “You ready to continue?”
You give one final tug at your arm, then relax your body. “Yes,” you say calmly.
One of them was on your left, the other on your right. You feel breath tickle your cheek and turn your head to the left, lips immediately meet yours. Your lips part and one of the brother’s tongues slips and rolls in your mouth. He grips your jaw and holds your face still as he breathes you in, tilting his head to get even deeper in your mouth. You press your thighs together and a shaky breath escapes right as your attention is snapped to the other side.
The other brother’s mouth was now on you, his hands strong and fingers digging into your hips. He tastes sweeter, you note to yourself. Your brain was getting hazy as your veins exploded with lust as both of them grind against you. It was hard to tell which pair of hands belong to who as they pull you in both directions. You do your best to keep your head on straight as you fight back the hungry kisses from the brother on the right. He pulls your chest flush against his, your arm still pinned down from the rope underneath him.
Your bra clasp is pinched and you feel the straps become loose around you. Then the twin on the right joins in behind you, pressing his hardening cock against your ass. You curve your spine as the man in front of you sinks his teeth into your neck. Your nails rake down his back and you gasp out, “Fred!”
There was a shake of a head, and within seconds your other arm got tangled within the magic rope. You are laying on your back now, and they are both on top of you. One lifts your bra and kisses your nipple gently. His tongue flicks sharply and he nips, making you moan and wriggle. The other is still kissing you with his hand heavy on your thigh.
“Well, so far,” he says when he pulls back from your face. “You’re at a 50% success rate.”
“Not bad,” the other brother says, then goes back to sucking hard on your nipple.
“Fuck!” You yell out and they both laugh, then stand from the bed. You know this is meant to throw you off, but even if they didn’t take that extra step - you completely lost track of them at this point anyway. The idea alone sounded easy when Fred explained it, but now it just seemed impossible.
The mattress sinks as they position themselves on either side of you. Fingers tangle through your hair and grasp you at the base of the skull, forcing your head to tilt to the side. His thumb stops over your lips and then parts them, the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue. His grip releases, and he caresses your face gingerly. There’s pressure on your lips again, this time larger and hotter than a finger. You know at once what he’s asking you to do and open your mouth and take him in.
The head of his cock stops over your tongue and you respond by twirling around it before bobbing back and forth. His taste makes your mouth water as he guides your head with his hand on your cheek. This felt familiar, as you did have George in your mouth before, but it was a different pace completely. He inches in further, your gag reflex threatening to trigger as he reaches the back of your throat.
You jump as a hand lands on your thighs. The tips of their fingers getting achingly close to your panties. Another hand joins in on your right leg now, and they both move down together in perfect sync. You choke on a gasp as one pulls your panties down and the other puts a hand over your slick folds.
The twin’s cock pulls out of your mouth completely, then you are guided to the other side where the other begins to do the same. This one with more vigor as he holds the back of your neck with force. He shoves himself completely down your throat with careful precision, fighting through your coughs and whines. He pulls out and a finger slides up your slit, pausing at your pulsating nub.
You take him in again, drool and tears stream down your face as he makes your head bob back and forth. He lets out a soft groan, and your body shakes in response. You love making them feel good. You love how wanted and sexy you feel when you are in their presence. Every part of you ached for them to use you exactly how they wanted.
Is this really what I like? You question yourself before one of them removes their finger from your folds. You whimper and pathetically try to grab with your restrained hands.
Do I enjoy letting them toy with me like this? The answer comes to you as clear as day as soon as you feel a tongue split your cunt and land right on your clit.
Yes. Yes, I do. And I’m theirs forever.
The twin in your mouth pulls out and you let out a shriek of pleasure. “George,” you yell with tremors filling your body.
“Good girl,” he says before continuing to work on you.
It was like static was building up in your legs and core as he laps at you. His strong wet tongue against you made you shake and contort. You felt his cheeks harden against your thighs and you knew he was smiling.
He pulls back and they both get off the bed again, leaving you helpless and pathetically quaking. Your wrists and cunt both ache for release. You hear them whispering, but could only pick up small pieces of the conversation.
“I mean it’s fucking amazing-”
“I agree-”
“Could fuck her all night-”
“Quidditch practice-”
You scrunch your face up and turn your head to them as Fred yells, “are you really thinking about quidditch right now?”
George says in a quiet voice, “no.”
There was a sigh, and you imagine Fred rubbing his face with both of his hands with George looking sheepish at him. You want to ask, but figure it’s better to not ruin the mood. Not that they’d tell you anyway.
Another whisper and you saw a flash from the bottom of the blindfold. Your wrists were free and you immediately start to rub, what you assume, would be reddened and slightly bruised skin. Just before you get the chance to ask if the game is over, the ropes wrap around your ankles and knees and pull them down against the mattress. You lift your head and prop yourself up on your elbows.
“Relax, relax,” you recognize as George cooing. “You’ve come this far and you’re doing so good.”
You fall back again and stare up into the abyss of the blindfold. Your legs are quaking from both the restraints and anticipation as you wait for them.
“Last test,” Fred announces and they both approach the bed side. “If you get this right, I’ll untie you. If not, then you stay like this until we are all done.”
“Okay,” you say while rubbing at your wrists. Your heart races as you feel the mattress sink with both of their weights.
One of them leans over you, their hips between your legs. You wiggle in excitement as you feel the tip of their cock separate you. A finger lands on your clit and slap your hand over your mouth to muffle the moan. The other brother wraps his fingers around your sore wrists and moves them to the side. They like to hear you every sound you make, you know this, but you still can’t help but feel shy about it.
The brother on top of you circles his thumb over your soaked nub and begins to slowly penetrate you. You let out a soft whine as he enters you. You curve your back and rock your hips against him. The boy curses under his breath and continues to push even further inside. Your walls constrict and grip him, his full girth making you feel like he was completely splitting you open. Each thrust he made was tender and gentle. You could feel his eyes on you, scanning up and down your body as you writhe underneath him.
You make a mental effort to relax your muscles as he fully enters you. His are pressing against yours, his throbbing cock temporarily buried deep within you. He leans down and kisses you, pulling out slightly and then grinding back against you. Your cries are being muffled from his tongue that is now probing your mouth. Blood rushes to your cunt as he continues to work on you with tiny circles over your clit with the pad of his finger.
You tangle your fingers into his hair and turn your head to break the kiss. Both of the twins were similar in how they loved to build you up, but there was a controlled hesitation and tenderness that only one of them had mastered.
“George. You’re George,” you moan.
A soft kiss lands on your cheek, his cock still fully sheathed inside of your quavering pussy. “Good job,” he says sweetly. “Now do you want me to untie you?”
“No,” you say with his face in your hands. “But please let me see you.”
George does as you ask and slips up the blindfold, his perfect face coming into view. Fred was to the side of you, grinning from ear to ear while massaging his erection slowly while watching his brother take you. You reach over and take him in your hands, mimicking the same speed he was going, looking directly into his fiery eyes.
The muscles in your legs burn and shake from being pulled apart so far. You were flexible, but the ropes almost seem to know exactly what a person’s limit is and would go just over the threshold. George picks up his pace. You look down to admire how beautiful his body looks slamming into yours. You could see the muscles under his ribs tighten every time he would thrust forward.
Watching him almost sends you over the edge completely, but you hold back. Your walls quake and constrict him tighter than ever, and he looks down at you with sweat running down his face. “Come on, Y/N. Let go for me,” he says sweetly. You try to hold it back even more, letting him edge you with his hands and cock. The heat was building, and your vision was beginning to go blurry. 
Fred reaches out and touches your breast tenderly, then grabs you by the throat. “If he tells you to cum you better do it then, shouldn’t you?”
“F-Fuck,” you scream out and crane your neck back, the top of your head pressing into the pillow. All of your muscles tense, and shockwaves travel through your torso and to your limbs. Your cunt pulsates and squeezes, sending George over at the same time. He slumps forward, your lips meeting at once.
He shakes and you feel some of his cum start to seep out of you and travel down your ass. He carefully pulls out and hovers over you for a moment. “You’re perfect,” he whispers in your ear. You respond with a quick kiss, before he rolls over on his side to get off of you.
You ask gently to Fred, who is still hard in your hands. “Untie me, please.”
He nods and grabs his wand from the bedsheets and flicks it at the ropes. With a quick murmur, you are finally free from its grasp. You get to your knees and pull Fred into a hungry kiss, pushing him back so that he was against the metal headboard. You assume it has to be cold, but he didn’t seem to notice or even care about that.
He watches you with a smirk as you straddle him, his hard erection already lining perfectly up with your opening. 
“I believe I owe you this,” you say smartly as you ease down onto him. This time, he gasps, and you bite your lip with pride. You were going to make him wish he owed you every day of the week forever. Maybe then he would stay up late at night thinking of you the way you did of them.
You whimper as he pushes his hips back up towards you, and you grind back and forth and side to side in response. Riding him is like nothing else that you have ever experienced. He doesn’t just give up control, you have to fight him for it. He grabs you by the back of the hair and pulls you down so far that your back arches. You feel your ass jump every time he thrusts from under you.
Fred’s face is flushed and jaw slacked open as his hips stop and he lets you finally take full control. You tilt your pelvis and rock your hips as you glide up and down his cock. His one hand leaves the bruising skin on your hips and plays with your clit again. Your legs spasm and dig your nails into his bare chest so that you could keep a steady rhythm.
The build up was so fast, that your second orgasm hit you out of nowhere, leaving you crumbling on his chest. He holds you close to his chest by wrapping both arms around your lower back. Fred continues to slam into your quaking walls, the overstimulation making you see stars as you cry out helplessly. You can feel him start to shake as well as he reaches his peak. Your chest fills with fire as he lets out a loud grunt and grips the back of your hair. Semen pumps inside of you, and you shudder from the sensation of his cock pulsating.
With weak legs, you unmount him and collapse between Fred and George. You weren’t sure if you would even have the strength to make it back to your dorm tonight. They seem to have the same thought and embrace you from both sides.
“Now this,” Fred says with sleepiness heavy in his voice, “is how you spend a Friday night.”
George chuckles and moves a strand of hair from your red face. “You really are something special, Y/N,” he says softly, seemingly ignoring his brother's comment. Your heart misses a beat and you melt into their arms. 
That’s where you spent the next two hours falling in and out of sleep in between the Weasley twins. Then at 3AM, they lead you back to the HufflePuff common room and each leave you with a tender kiss on both cheeks.
Even though it wasn’t specifically stated, you know you’ll be seeing them again.
Probably even sometime soon.
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joka13 · 7 months
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Hiya feel free to ignore this if you’re not doing requests but i was wandering if you could do a george weasley x reader where they’re in a secret relationship and maybe one of George’s siblings outs that the reader has a crush on George in front of them both then george kind of teases the reader for it afterwards ?
Thank you :)
Hello, I do take requests! And thank you for requesting; this was so fun to write! I hope you won't mind that I added just a few more background details to what you specified😁 Enjoy!❤️❤️❤️
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As you may or may not know, I post extensive, multiple part fanfiction stories. I must remind you or clarify that I do not consider any requests I write as parts of those stories. Thank you for reading❤️
FANFICTION (REQUEST): George Weasley x y/n Malfoy
WARNINGS: passionate kissing
It had been a long while since you began your concealed, romantic relationship with George Weasley. It was a rather difficult situation to maintain, but it definitely had its advantages. You're a member of the Malfoy family and wouldn't be caught dead associating yourself with a Weasley, for if you were indeed caught associating yourself with a Weasley, it'd be the end of you. Your father, the infamous Lucius Malfoy, viewed every one of them as nothing but muggle-loving blood traitors. You once considered briefly the possibility of your father accepting George as your boyfriend because George was, still, technically a pureblood. But, in the end, you decided to play it safe, to stay quiet about the whole thing. Your father wasn't the only person you worried wouldn't take it well. You greatly admired your older brother, Draco, and feared you would lose his respect forever if he ever learned of your feelings for George. And so, when George Weasley expressed his similar feelings for you and you couldn't bring yourself to reject him, you promised to be George's girl as long as he did his best to keep it a secret.
George was entirely willing to pay the price. He'd been aching to have you for so long; there was nothing he wouldn't do for you. You enjoyed it immensely as well. Butterflies came to life in your stomach every time he took your hand and led you away to some new corner of the Hogwarts castle when no one else was watching. You'd kept secrets before, but this one was different. It was shared, special, personal, and intimate. But there are just some people you can't keep secrets from forever.
You and George played a silly game you called "Straight Face" while lounging on the couch in the Gryffindor common room (this would have been self-sabotage if it weren't for George "borrowing" Harry's invisibility cloak, under which you both sat; it was also late at night when everyone, including the two of you, should've been in bed, so there wasn't much risk of getting accidentally sat on). The goal of the game was to simply get the other person to smile and keep yourself from smiling when it was their turn to try and get you to smile. George almost won every time you played against him, though it didn't really matter to you. The end always resulted in at least one person smiling while the other won the game. It was, almost literally, a win-win situation.
It was your turn, so you pulled a funny facial expression. The corner of George's mouth twitched slightly, but he did not smile. For his turn, George performed for you a rather accurate voice impression of Professor Snape that easily broke you.
"Oh, bugger!" you laughed as George grinned smugly. "You're too good at this game!"
"Alright, alright, it's your turn. Show me what you've got," George chuckled.
George returned to his blank stare while you thought of something to do to make him smile. You then shook your head with a knowing smirk as an idea formed in your mind.
"You've left me no other choice," you sighed, looking up at him through your lashes. George raised a red eyebrow curiously, but otherwise didn't budge. You glanced down at his lips.
You, very slowly, leaned forward towards George as if you planned to kiss him. Then, just before your lips could touch his, you froze in place. When you observed no reaction from him, you looked up to find George staring coolly down at you.
"Come on. Where's that handsome smile of yours?" you encouraged quietly, giving him your own best smile. You slid your hands gradually up his arms, feeling his muscles flex in anticipation. Touching was actually against the rules of the game, but George wasn't complaining, so you proceeded to wrap your arms around his neck.
"He's a little shy," George replied. His face might have been blank, but you could tell he was enjoying himself.
You chuckled. "Well, then what's it going to take to have him show?"
You pretended not to realize how fast your heart was beating when you moved to sit on George's lap, still holding your face so very close to his. As you settled in, George exhaled heavily before placing his hands around your waist. He didn't verbally reply to your question, but looked at you in a way that said, "You know what."
And so you kissed him. You kissed George and was taken to cloud nine when you felt his lips smile against yours. He chuckled, then began to kiss you back earnestly.
George's hands cradled your body, laying you down on the couch cushions behind as he smoothly advanced toward and onto you. You giggled helplessly when he moved his face away from yours to nuzzle his nose affectionately against your neck.
"I love you, y/n," George breathed, and his words meant the world to you.
Suddenly, something sort of like a gasp sounded from the stairs to the Gryffindor girls' dormitories, causing your stomach to drop with dread. You couldn't see what was happening from your position, so you watched George's face as he slowly propped himself up higher above you to get a look at the intruder.
His eyes widened, and George glanced down at you. "It's Ginny," he mouthed silently, then looked back up. You and him both remained quiet and unmoving, hoping Ginny would eventually go away.
You heard some shuffling footsteps, and then Ginny spoke. "George? Fred? Who's there?" her voice sounded closer now, much too close for comfort. You gripped the fabric of George's sleeves absentmindedly in fearful suspense.
"Aha!" Ginny exclaimed, and you knew you'd been caught. "You're using Harry's invisibility cloak! And you've left your foot uncovered." You saw a small hand reach over the couch's arm rest, over your face and grasp a fistful of Harry's cloak. George's expression was more annoyed than fearful as Ginny yanked the cloak off of the two of you and gasped in alarm once more.
"Malfoy?!"
George moved off as you quickly sat up. "Er, hello, Ginny," you chuckled gingerly.
Ginny looked back and forth between you and George in shock. You thought for sure she was going to faint or scream, but an ecstatic grin quickly filled her freckled face.
"My brother and y/n Malfoy!" Ginny squealed, clapping her hands together cheerfully.
George shushed her. "Pipe down!"
Ginny lowered her voice. "Sorry, sorry. Merlin's beard, I can hardly believe my eyes! Well, now I can." She giggled and waved the invisibility cloak about. "I was beginning to think you'd die alone, Georgie! How long has this been going on?" You and George looked at each other uncertainly, but before either of you could answer, Ginny continued to spout.
"I'm guessing it all began three months ago. That's about the time I started noticing Fred standing all by his lonesome. It must not have been much of a bother to him, though. He's had his fair share of slinking off with that Johnson girl. Am I right? It doesn't matter. I'm just so happy that you found someone... even if she is a Slytherin, let alone a Malfoy..."
"Ginny!" George scolded. You merely shrugged. You had expected a much worse reaction.
"I'm only joking," Ginny laughed. She sat down on a nearby ottoman. "Honestly, I think it's the perfect match!" Ginny turned to you. "I've always thought that if Fred and George weren't sorted into Gryffindor, they would have been put in Slytherin," she chortled.
You laughed, "I've said the same thing!"
Ginny laughed with you while George rolled his eyes, smiling.
"I know I probably don't need to say it," George said. "But if you wouldn't mind keeping quiet about y/n and I..."
"Of course!" Ginny scoffed. "Anything for you, George." She stared at you and George contently.
After a moment, George cleared his throat. "It's 'bout time you got back to bed, Ginny."
"Oh, if you say so," Ginny sighed, standing up reluctantly. "I know that you two will just go on snogging again."
George snorted.
"What'd you come down here for anyway?" you asked quickly to change the subject.
"Oh, yeah! Thanks for reminding me." Ginny went over to the side table, opened its single drawer, and pulled out a tattered, black book. She tucked it under her arm. "Goodnight, you lovebirds!" Ginny said, then headed back up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.
You and George sat in silence for a short moment before he began to chuckle.
You blinked in confusion. "What?"
"I just can't believe how scared you were," he snickered. You shoved George playfully, causing him to laugh harder. "Terrifying, little Ginny!"
"I didn't want to be discovered, same as you!" you giggled, slightly embarrassed. Your smile drifted away as concern filled your mind once again. George stopped laughing when he noticed your mood faltering. "You really... you really don't think she'll tell anyone?" you asked timidly. You had a suspicion that Ginny might be one to gossip.
George smiled caringly, lovingly, and pulled you closer into a warm embrace. "Yeah. I trust her. And..." He stroked your hair as he carefully chose his words. "I've been meaning to... this was good timing. I think it's about time you met my family anyway."
You pulled away slightly so you could look George in the eye. "Do you really mean it? Even if you don't meet mine... just yet?"
"I do," George replied, then sweetly kissed the top of your head.
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sweet nothing // george weasley
Summary: You’ve had a crush on George for a while, but he doesn’t seem to notice you… until he does. He can’t take his eyes off of you, and Fred can’t help but tease his brother.
Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Word count: 3k
Warnings: lots of fluff
A/N: As always remember English is not my first language. Thanks to @the-toad-in-your-piano​ for proofreading this!
This was requested by @little-sparklesstuff hope you like it!
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You met Hermione last year. Even though you were in the same year, the same house, and shared some classes together, you never really had a proper conversation with the bushy-haired girl.
You both reached for the same book at the library one day, which struck up a conversation about your favorite authors. You quickly discovered you had a lot in common.
Hermione soon introduced you to Ron and Harry and the four of you became inseparable.
If asked what they liked best about you, the three of them would unanimously say your upbeat personality. You always saw the bright side of everything, which is something not everyone can say. You were generous, funny, and had a charming laugh that drew accolades.
Your friends loved having you around.
As you were sitting on one of the benches in the courtyard, you let out a loud laugh at something Ron said. Your laughter drew the attention of George, who was passing by with Fred at his side. He came to a halt and looked at you, watching as you flung back your head and laughed heartily. He felt his heart skip a beat. He’d seen you around the castle before, hanging out with his little brother and his friends, but never really paid much attention to you until now.
“Who's that?” George inquired, nodding towards you.
Fred followed his brother's gaze to the group of Gryffindors. “That's Y/N,” Fred replied. “She's been friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione for ages.”
George couldn't take his eyes off you as you continued laughing with your friends.
“I know that look,” Fred teased, a sly grin etched on his face. “You're smitten with her.”
“Shut up, Fred.”
“You're staring so hard at her I'm worried she might catch on fire!" Fred said with a chuckle.
On the other side of the courtyard, once your laughter had died down, Hermione nudged your arm. “Looks like you've got an admirer,” she teased.
You frowned, but she gave you a subtle signal to look to your right. You turned around to see George Weasley standing in the middle of the courtyard, his gaze riveted on you. Fred, who was next to him, whispered something in his ear and he blushed furiously. George shook his head, diverting his gaze away from you and walking with his twin to his next class.
You rolled your eyes at Hermione’s remark, but you couldn't help but be flattered by George's attention. You had harbored a crush on the younger twin for months now, but you were wise enough to realize he'd never be interested in you, so you didn't get your hopes up. But now that you'd caught him looking at you, something inside of you had shifted.
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George couldn't take his eyes off of you. He had been silently admiring you from across the Common Room for the past half hour. He was so absorbed in his admiration that he didn't notice when Fred approached him.
“If you keep staring at her like that, she's going to think you're a creepy stalker,” Fred teased.
George snapped out of his daydream and blushed with embarrassment. “Sorry, I got lost in thought,” he admitted.
Fred grinned mischievously. “Lost in thoughts about Y/N, huh? Don't worry, mate, I won't tell anyone.”
George rolled his eyes. “Very funny, Fred.”
Fred nudged him with his elbow. “Come on, man, just go talk to her already. You've been staring for what feels like an eternity.”
George took a deep breath and summoned up all his courage. He walked over to you, his heart racing faster than it ever had before.
“Hey,” he said softly. “What are you reading?”
You raised your head from your book and smiled at him. “Oh, hi, George! It's a romance novel.”
“Romance? Interesting,” he teased. “Well, if I may ask, what's it about?”
You giggled and held up the cover of the book so George could read it himself.
“Pride and Prejudice. It doesn’t ring a bell.”
You chuckled. “It’s a Muggle book. Hermione recommended it to me.”
“Is it any good?” George inquired.
“It’s really good. You should read it sometime,” you suggested, closing the book and placing it on the table next to you. You knew he wouldn't; George Weasley had no interest in reading. He preferred Quidditch and the pranks he and Fred played on Filch.
George smiled at you and took a seat next to you. “Maybe I will.”
You laughed. “I highly doubt that. You're not exactly a bookworm, George.”
George rolled his eyes with a playful smile. “I can be if I want to be.”
“Sure, George. You keep telling yourself that,” you said jokingly.
George's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your laugh. He couldn't help but admire you even more.
“How come this is the first time we are talking?” He dared to ask.
You shrugged. “Well, you tell me. I’ve been friends with your little brother for over a year now, you just never paid attention to me.” Even if your words pricked your heart, they were not malicious. You couldn’t blame the boy for not noticing you, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't intrigued by his sudden interest in you.
“Not very smart on my part. It’s not like me to not notice a pretty girl.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“Of course it is,” George said, flashing you a grin. “I mean, look at you.”
Your cheeks burned, feeling a bit flustered. “Thanks, I guess.”
“So, what do you say we get to know each other a bit better?” George asked, feeling a surge of confidence. Even if he was acting his regular lively, flirtatious self, he was still a nervous wreck around you.
You smiled. “I'd like that.”
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The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as students bustled about, filling their plates with steaming hot food and chatting with their friends. Amidst the chaos, George wormed his way through the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of you. Since that day in the Common Room, the younger twin had been trying to find any moment of the day and any excuse to spend time with you. After a few seconds, he finally spotted you at the Gryffindor table sitting with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Fred nudged him playfully. “There she is, go talk to her.”
Taking a deep breath, he walked towards you. “Hey, Y/N, mind if I sit here?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space next to you. He hoped his voice didn't betray his nervousness.
“Of course not, George. It's nice to have some company,” you replied, smiling warmly at him.
George settled into his seat next to you, joining in on the conversation. But his eyes kept stealing glances at you and Hermione couldn't help but notice. She nudged Ron. “Look at George. He's clearly smitten with her.”
Ron shrugged as he looked across at George and you. “I don't see it.”
In contrast, Fred, who was well aware of his twin's crush on you, decided to speak up. “Come on, Georgie, stop staring at Y/N like that. It's making everyone uncomfortable.”
George's face turned bright red with embarrassment and he quickly looked down at his food, muttering an apology.
“Don't worry about it, George,” you said, placing a hand on his arm and giving him a reassuring smile. “It's not a big deal.”
Harry and Ron exchanged confused glances, still clueless about what was going on.
Fred grinned mischievously and resolved to further embarrass his brother. “You know, Y/N, George here has been talking about you non-stop.”
You raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Is that so?”
George stammered and tried to deny it but Fred wouldn't let him off the hook. “Oh yes, he's got it bad for you.”
To George's surprise, you didn't seem put off by this at all. In fact, you smiled even wider and turned your attention solely on him.
“Really, now?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at George.
George cleared his throat, “I mean... you're just... interesting to look at.”
You chuckled. “Well, I'm glad I can provide some entertainment.”
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You and Hermione were sitting on your bed in your shared dormitory. Hermione had a serious look on her face while you fidgeted nervously with the edge of your blanket.
“You have to listen to me, Y/N,” Hermione said firmly. “George likes you. I've seen the way he looks at you.”
You shrugged. “I haven’t noticed.”
“Don't be silly, Y/N. It's so obvious. He smiles whenever you're around, and he always finds a way to be close to you.”
“You think so?” you asked, your heart racing.
“Yes, I do. And I think you should do something about it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, don't just sit around and wait for him to make a move. You should talk to him.”
You wanted to believe Hermione’s words. You really wanted to. But you had been harboring a crush on George for a while now. He barely had acknowledged your existence until two months ago and you were still unsure what provoked the sudden attention.
So many things were happening at the same time. You had a fragile heart, and you didn’t want it to be broken by making up things in your head. Yes, you had noticed George’s lingering stares, and you were pretty aware of the compliments he gave you, but that was just George being George. He was just flirty. You didn’t think any of it.
“He's never given me any indication that he likes me in a romantic way,” you argued, still unsure of what to believe.
“You don't need him to come outright and confess his feelings to you. Sometimes actions speak louder than words,” Hermione replied, crossing her arms.
You sighed deeply, thinking about what Hermione had just said. “I guess you have a point,” you said finally, looking up at your friend, “But what if I'm wrong and it turns out he doesn't like me? I don’t want to get my hopes up.”
“That's a risk worth taking, don't you think?” Hermione said with a warm smile. “You’d never know unless you try.”
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George had been rehearsing his words in his head for the past few days, trying to find the perfect way to ask you to go to the Yule Ball with him. But every time he tried to work up the courage, his nerves got the best of him. When he saw you walking down the hall, your books clutched to your chest, his palms began to sweat and his heart raced. He knew it was now or never.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said, trying to sound calm but feeling a lump forming in his throat.
“Oh, hey, George!” You smiled at him and he felt his knees buckle.
George fidgeted with his hands. “I was wondering... um... you know the Yule Ball is coming up and I was wondering if... if you would like to go with me?” he stuttered, feeling like he was going to pass out any minute.
Your face lit up, and you could feel your heart beating so fast in your chest.
Was Hermione right? Did George like you?
You were hoping he would ask. The conversation with Hermione had given you hope— hope that you may have a chance with him. You had even turned down two Hufflepuff boys who had asked you a few days before because you wanted George to ask you.
If the dance had taken place last year, you would not have considered the possibility of George asking you. Never in a million years. But you had caught his attention, and now it was happening, George Weasley was right in front of you, asking you to be his date to the Christmas Ball, and you were so overjoyed that you felt as if you were touching the sky with your bare hands.
“I’d love to go with you, George!”
George let out a sigh of relief and smiled, feeling like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. “Great!” he exclaimed. “I was so nervous to ask you," he admitted, feeling embarrassed.
“Don't be silly, George. You're a great guy. There's no one else I'd rather go with than you.” You grinned at him, and he felt his heart swell with happiness.
George had never considered himself to be a lucky person. But that moment, as you strolled down the corridor together, he felt he was the luckiest bloke in the whole Wizarding World. He couldn't keep his eyes off from you, admiring every line of your features. You were beyond gorgeous. He chastised himself for failing to notice earlier. His thoughts turned to the Yule Ball; he has never been a big dancer, but he would be lying if he claimed he wasn't looking forward to it.
He knew it was going to be a memorable night. And, if he played his cards correctly, that night could be the start of much more.
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George stood by the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room, tapping his foot anxiously on the rug. The Yule Ball's night had finally arrived. He had been patiently waiting for you to come down from your dormitory. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to be going to the ball with you.
He finally turned around when he heard footsteps on the stairs and saw you descending. You looked stunning in your silver gown that glistened in the light. George’s heart skipped a beat and couldn't help but gape at you.
“What?” you asked.
“You look… incredible,” George stammered.
You flushed, feeling your heart race at the compliment. “Thank you, George,” you said, smiling shyly. “You look pretty handsome yourself.”
“So, are you ready for tonight?” George asked, clearing his throat, trying to push his anxieties away.
“I think so,” you said. “I'm a little nervous, though.”
“Why?”
“I just don't want to embarrass myself on the dance floor.”
"You won't,” George assured you. "And if you do, we can always blame it on me.”
The Great Hall had been transformed into a winter wonderland for the Yule Ball. The enchanted ceiling twinkled like a starry sky, casting an ethereal glow on the dance floor.
“May I have this dance?” George asked, holding out his hand.
You just smiled and clasped his hand in yours. You laid your head on George's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You swayed softly to the beat of the music.
As you danced, George felt an overwhelming sense of joy and contentment. This was where he belonged: with you by his side.
Suddenly, Fred appeared out of nowhere, wearing a mischievous grin on his face. “I just wanted to say hello to my favorite couple,” he said slyly, winking at you.
You giggled nervously, feeling your cheeks grow even hotter. As Fred disappeared back into the crowd, George drew you closer to him.
“You know he's just teasing you right?” he said reassuringly.
You smiled up at him. “I know.”
As you continued dancing together, George leaned in close and said, “You know, I've been thinking a lot about us lately.”
Your heart raced with anticipation, wondering where this conversation was headed. “What have you been thinking about?” you softly inquired.
George nodded and took a deep breath before continuing. “I know we've only really known each other for a few months, and that you’re my brother’s friend, but I can't help how I feel whenever I'm around you.”
“And how do you feel?” you asked, your voice gentle.
George's heart was pounding in his chest as he spoke. “I feel like I can't breathe when I'm not with you. You make me laugh, you make me happy, and I just feel this overwhelming sense of... something. Something that I haven't felt with anyone else before.”
Your heart swelled with warmth and happiness as you listened to George pour his heart out. Hearing him utter things you never thought you'd hear him say, at least not directed at you.
“I like you too, George. I've been trying to hide it, but I can't help the way I feel around you either.”
George's heart leapt with joy at your words. “Really?”
You nodded and he smiled wider.
You continued dancing, holding onto each other closely as you enjoyed the night together. It was a moment you would always cherish.
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You and George walked through the winding corridors of Hogwarts, your hands tightly intertwined. As you approached the portrait of the Fat Lady, she swung open upon seeing you.
“Welcome back, lovebirds,” she sang out.
The Gryffindor Common Room was quiet. Most of the students had already retired to their dormitories. The only sound was the crackling of the fireplace.
“Thanks for such an amazing night, George,” you said, beaming at him.
“It was my pleasure,” George replied, his face splitting into a goofy grin.
There was a moment of silence as you stared at each other, unsure of what to say next. Feeling bold, you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his warm lips before turning away towards the stairs leading to your dormitory. As you headed up the stairs, you turned back and winked at him playfully.
“Sweet dreams, Georgie.”
George stood there rooted to the spot with beet-red cheeks and an ear-to-ear grin on his face, still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened. He felt like he was walking on air as he made his way up to his dormitory.
As he lay down on his bed with a goofy grin still plastered across his face, Fred turned over from his own bed to face him.
“So?” Fred asked with a mischievous glint in his eye. “How'd it go?”
George chuckled softly to himself before winking at Fred and replied, “I'm pretty sure I'm officially whipped.”
Fred laughed out loud before falling back onto his pillow as George smiled dreamily into the darkness around them, feeling like he had finally found magic beyond measure: love.
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“There’s Plenty of Kish in The Sea, Right?”
Fred Weasley x Reader Part 1
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Summary: Cedric wants to be a champion. (Y/n) wants him to live to see the end of the school year. Freddie just wants to be (Y/n)’s boyfriend…
Warnings: starred out swear words, jealous Freddie, Angst-kinda
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader (you’re a Hufflepuff)
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The room was practically buzzing with anticipation. Dinner had been over and done with for what felt like ages, and yet no one had dared move from their seats. They remained, waiting. Because tonight was a big night. Tonight the students of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang would find out who had been chosen to compete in this years Triwizard Tournament.
“Calm down, Ced.” (Y/n) tried, her housemate and best friend practically bouncing in his seat, the anxiety flowing off of him in almost visible waves. (Y/n) herself was substantially less nervous, seeing as how her birthday wasn’t for a few more months and she was therefore ineligible for the event. Not that she’d have entered, anyhow. She valued her life, thank you very much. Cedric, however…
“I can’t help it (Y/n)! This is a huge deal! Finally, my chance to make something of myself… Ever since Harry got here it’s like I’m not good enough anymore and-“ Cedric ran his fingers through his hair in distress, (Y/n) frowning at his words, cutting him off with a comforting pat on the shoulder.
“Okay, calm down.” She ordered, the boy turning his body to look at her as she continued, knowing full well the true reasoning behind his nerves, and not liking his self-deprecation one bit… “Look, I know you want to make your dad proud, Ced. But, he loves you. And I’m sure he’ll love you just as much even if you don’t get chosen.” She ran her hand along his back in what she hoped were soothing circles, to which she was proven correct when the taller lad sunk into her embrace with a sigh.
“Thanks, (Y/n/n)… I suppose you’re right…” He mumbled, resting his head on her shoulder. (Y/n) chucked in response.
“Aren’t I always?” She asked, earning herself a playful shove back which had them both giggling. “You know, I’m still not even sure what would posses a person to want to do something like this.” (Y/n) noted, running her hand through Cedric’s hair mindlessly, as she voiced her thoughts on the tournament for what was quite possibly the millionth time. Previously, it had been in an attempt to talk the older boy out of it, though, more currently, it was simply out of spite, as there was nothing anyone could do once his name had been entered. Not that (Y/n) thought that out of all the names he’d get picked. Of course she wouldn’t be telling him that. He seemed so excited about it all. And it would be much easier to deal with a Cedric that was mad at the system for not choosing him than one mad at his best friend for not believing in him. No matter that the choice seemed relatively random…
Cedric just hummed, most likely to humor her strong opinions at this point, but (Y/n) didn’t mind, as she continued on.
“I was talking to Hermione and she said-“
“Shh!!! It’s starting!” Well, then…
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“Ahh the trusty old ‘stare at her until she notices you’ trick. Works every time.” George joked from beside Fred, who sent him the nastiest glare he could muster up, before returning his attention to the Hufflepuff across the room. He just couldn’t help it. She was gorgeous. Fred had been pretty much head-over-heels in love with her since they’d been paired up for potions the first day of third year. And, much to his twin brothers amusement, he’d been fairly useless as a human being around her ever since. It’s not like Fred meant to become a stuttering mess of a man every time he was within a ten foot radius of the girl. Under normal circumstances, he could flirt his way out of a jail sentence if he really wanted to. Fred was fairly proud of this fact. But, with (Y/n), it was like he was putty in her hands. And it was incredibly infuriating…
“Shove off, mate.” Fred grumbled, finally turning his attention away from the Hufflepuff table and back to the world around him when Cedric Diggory dropped his head to rest so f*cking adorably on (Y/n)’s shoulder. Fred briefly entertained the idea of a ‘disappearing’ prank on the older bloke, but, upon the realization that that was insane, opted to simply pout at the tabletop in front of him. A nudge from his other side gained his attention away from the wood grain, however, and Fred turned to Lee with a raised brow. “What?”
“You need to loosen up, Freddie. It’s one girl. What’s that muggle saying? ‘There’s plenty of kish in the sea’?” Lee offered, confusing the sh*t out of pretty much everyone present, before George made to correct him.
“‘Fish in the sea.’ ‘There’s plenty of fish in the sea’, mate.” He said, though nobody could hold in their snickers as Lee crossed his arms across his chest defensively. Even Fred managed a small smile before returning to a neutral expression (that one might consider rather downcast for the guy in question) when Lee jumped to his own defense.
“I’m pretty sure it was ‘kish.’” He argued, clearly causing George’s annoyance to grow, while Fred remained relatively unbothered. He wasn’t looking for a different ‘fish’ or ‘kish’ anyhow. He just wanted (Y/n)…
“Why the bloody hell would it be ‘kish’? What the f*ck is a ‘kish in the sea.’” George complained loudly, unintentionally firing Lee up more. Fred rolled his eyes.
“A good snog. Lip locking. Spit sharing. You know, a ‘kish.’” He enunciated his point with a loud smack of his own lips followed by a cheeky grin that probably meant he was proud of himself, for what, Fred didn’t know. That was just about the dumbest thing he’d ever heard, and he’d been sharing a house with Ron for the last fourteen years…
“You’re an absolute idiot.”
“Hey, you’re one to talk!”
“Why don’t you say that to my face, huh!?”
“You think I won’t!?”
“Get to it, then!”
“I will-“
“Shut up, you tossers! It’s starting!” Fred almost yelled, interrupting the fighting boys when he noticed Dumbledore making his way towards the goblet at the other end of the Hall. Finally. Something to distract him…
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“Cedric Diggory!”
W-what?
The table around (Y/n) felt like it was shaking. Hufflepuffs of all ages clapping and pounding on the hard wood in support of their champion. Of Cedric…
“(Y/n/n)!” And suddenly her feet were off the ground, her best friends arms wrapped around her tightly as he swung the younger girl around in his excitement, one that she could, regrettably, not join him in.
Cedric was going to compete in the triwizard tournament... The triwizard tournament… The incredibly dangerous triwizard tournament… Cedric…
“Oh my…” (Y/n) barely managed to breathe out, in complete and utter disbelief of the situation. Meanwhile, Cedric was practically glowing.
“I did it!” He spoke ecstatically into her ear as he put her back down on her own two feet, the biggest grin (Y/n) had ever seen spread across his face. It dimmed slightly, however, when he noticed her own worried expression, and realized that she did not share in his joy.
“Hey…” He mumbled, pulling her back in for another hug, though this one considerably calmer, which (Y/n) was grateful for. “I’m gonna be okay… I’m gonna win this thing. Yeah?” He whispered so softly (Y/n) wouldn’t have been able to hear him had he not been so close.
Now, she didn’t know how much she believed him, the concern for her friend eating away at the girl immensely, but (Y/n) gave him her best smile and nod anyway, knowing that all she could do at this point was support him. Merlin knows he’s going to need it…
“I’ve gotta go with the other champions but I’ll see you later, Okay?” And (Y/n) nodded again, holding her expression for as long as she could, before finally sighing in relief when he turned, and she could drop the act and allow herself to wallow in her true feelings. God, if she hadn’t been before, she surely was nervous now…
And that was all before the boy who lived was announced as the fourth champion…
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Could this day get any worse?
Fred thought not, as the current residents of the Great Hall all sprang to their feet and began chatting animatedly about the events that had just transpired. But Fred remained stationary in his seat, grip so tight on the tables edge that, had he cared, he’d be worried he might break it.
But Fred’s mind was elsewhere, going a mile a minute in just about a million different directions.
Cedric was the Hogwarts champion…
Harry put his name in the Goblet of Fire…
Cedric was all over (Y/n) when they called his name…
Why didn’t Harry tell George and I how to put ours in?
(Y/n) looked so worried when Cedric walked off to join the other champions…
Why doesn’t she look at me like that?
“You good, mate?” Fred heard George ask from beside him, but he didn’t answer. What could he say? “No, actually. I’m incredibly offended that the girl I like seems to fancy another guy, even though I’ve given her absolutely no reason to think I’m interested in her because I can’t f*cking talk to her without sounding like a complete and utter doof.” Yeah, that would be real helpful…
“Sorry, spaced.” Fred mumbled dumbly before finally getting to his feet. “I’m tired. Let’s go on up.”
Fred knew George was looking at him funny, but he didn’t have the energy to care, as the pair made their way out of the Hall, Fred, for the first time in over two years, not sparing a single glance at the Hufflepuff table…
There’s plenty of kish in the sea, right?
TO BE CONTINUED
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Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Saying You Are Pregnant
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William ‘Bill’
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“Excuse me-?” He was left practically speechless, when he picked up the onesie on his bedside table. A little blue thing, with the words To The Moon And Back. He was so full of emotions. Panic, excitement, horror, joy. Would the baby inherit his wolf tendencies? Would something go wrong, because of his bad blood? He was so scared. Would you be in danger, because of him? With his eyes turning to you, and seeing that excited smile, he couldn’t help but calm down. Teddy existed after all, didn’t he? He was as fine as he could be. The idea of holding his own little ball of joy. To see that orange hair, and watch you nurse. “I’m going to be a dad….” He trailed, with a smile. “I’m going to be a dad-“ He repeated, as he would hold the little sleep wear to his chest. Tears ran down his broken cheeks, as he kept reacting it. So full of pride. He’s going to be a dad, with you.
Charlie
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“IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” He was screaming, bloody damn murder, as he was running around at the sanctuary. Screaming it with pride, as you chased after him. Just laughing, as the dragons would lift up their heads. “IM A DAD IM A DAD IM A DAD-!” He keeps roaring, as the dragons would tilt their heads. Watching their motherly figure jump for joy. Literally. “Charlie-!” You laughed, as he was just to full of excitement. Laughing, cheering, and crying. That’s when one of the older mothers would grab him by the collar. Yanking him into the air, before plopping him right next to you. As if to convey that he better step up now. That had you laugh, as he pouted at her. “I am I am-!” He said, before he was on his knees. Holding your belly. “I’m gonna be your daddy-!” He squealed, as he kissed it over. All the excitement getting the new borns curious, but those mothers made sure they didn’t get to close. Letting him have his moment. A new baby, to join the herd.
Percy
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“You cannot be serious-“ Percy was blinking, as he had hardly taken two steps through the fire place. Just gotten off work, early for once, only to be surprised by you making a baby box. It was meant to be a surprise, and something you would give to him after dinner. Seems like he was still surprised, regardless. “Who had the baby this time-?” He asked, as he would set his belongings where they were designated. That had you snort, as it didn’t quite dawn on him yet. With the fact you didn’t say anything, he turned around. “Honey?” He asked again, as you keep smiling. Slowly, the gears turned, before he was left with his cloak dropped from his hands. It was him. He didn’t expect that. Was like the last one to join the family gang. He couldn’t help his worry. He didn’t exactly grow up to well. He wasn’t to well connected with his family, and only came around when it was almost to late. He didn’t want that to happen to his kid. To have such a divide. You could tell he was worried, and patted the seat next to you. He joined, and you would kiss his head. “Who do you wanna tell first?” You asked, as he held your hand. The name he said, reassured himself that this kid won’t have that tension. Not like what he made. “George is perfect.” Another kiss to his head, as the plans were made. A big and happy family.
Fred
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The words barley left your lips, before you were tossed over his shoulder. As quickly as you were tossed, you were soon hearing the noise of the busy shop. "HEY EVERYONE!" He shouted, causing everyone to look up at one of the railings. George as well, with curious eyes all the same. "IM GONNA BE A DAD, AND GEORGE IS GONNA BE A UNCLE!" He cheered, and everyone was a roar of cheers as well. George was quick to drop what he was doing, and soon aparate next to him. "Put your damn mother to be down!" He laughed, as Fred finally set you down. All three of you in a warm, and tight, hug. "i'm gonna be a uncle!" George cheered, as you laughed. You had to wonder who was more excited for the baby. Your husband, or his twin? It did not matter to you. They were both so happy for this wonderful news. They just could not let you go, as they were just laughing in joy. Children. More children. What could make them hate that?
George
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"Pregnant?" He whispered, as he almost looked like he would burst into tears. "I heard that right, didn't I?" He asked, as he felt over the scarred skin that was once his ear. You nodded, before you held up your hands. You could not grasp sign as fast as George did, but you knew the alphabet. P.R.E.G.N.A.N.T. Pregnant. He was soon tackling you, as he was sobbing into your shoulder. "I'm going to be a dad-" He sobbed, as you rubbed his back. Some joy, in his world of darkness. You had fallen pregnant, not long after the death of Voldemort. Made senes, since the stress was gone. For you, anyway. "Jellybean....If its a boy...." You would peck his cheek, and nod. "A boy, Fred. If a girl, Fredrick works as a beautiful middle name." You comforted, getting another hiccup in return. The world was moving on, but the world will not be forgotten. Fred lived on, and hes going to be your tiny terror. How excited you two were, for it.
Ron
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“No-“ He gasped. “Really-? No-! Are you-? No-“ Was like he was trapped in a loop, as he now paced around your living room. Looking at you, before looking at his feet, then repeating. As if every time he made a full pace, he turned. You had to admit, was pretty adorable. Figured news like this would make your Auror husband short circuit a bit. You let him pace, with a smile. Just grinning, as he was trying to register it all. Suppose work fatigue makes anyone’s brain mush. Especially a job like his. You would watch him pace, until his brain was finally registering that YEP you are indeed pregnant. “Bloody hell….IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” His face was beaming, before he was stealing you into his arms. He was exhausted, but not tired enough to not huggle and cuddle. “We need to tells ‘Mione and Harry-! Oh those two will be so excited-!” He beams. Uncle Harry and Auntie Hermione. He was going to crush you, you swore, if he kept being so happy. “Blimey, guess that over time is finally coming in handy.” You hated his over time, but he had a point. Now you two had a secure start. That had you relax a little more. “Hope Harry doesn’t mine if I slow down on my career a little.” You would stroke his hair, and pecked his cheek. “He’s Harry. I’m doubtful he will be made you want to not be dead on a side walk, and leave me a single parent.” You snorted. “Yeah, probably doesn’t want history repeating.” Morbid, but point proven. “Gonna be a dad-“ He kept smiling, as he pulled you into his lap. Unable to stop holding you close. He was so happy, and you were all the same. Your family.
Ginny
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“SHUT UP-!” She gasped, as she was looking towards the Quidditch stands. No way was she seeing what she was seeing. Your wife just won the first game of the season, and she was looking straight at you. In the VIP seats, and holding up a sign. I’m Pregnant. In bold and colorful letters, so she couldn’t miss it. “NO WAY-!” Ginny kept screaming, as her team mates looked over, as they were shaking hands with the enemy team. “What’s up?!” One of them asked. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” Ginny cheered, as that had all the broomstick flyers stare towards where her eyes looked. “CONGRATS-!” The enemy seeker said, with a clap. Good sportsmanship. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” What a way to start her quidditch season. The first win, and the fact she’s going to be a mom. “Well, go and fly over-!” A team mate smacked her back, and she wasn’t needed to told twice. The fans went nuts, with famous Quidditch Star Ginny Weasley was flying towards the stands. Right to you, and nearly tackling you down in the box. The fellow VIP seaters clapped for you two, as she planted a big kiss on you. Tears in the corner of her eyes, as she hugged you tightly. “You knew I would win, didn’t you?” She asked. “No, but I mean what better way to recover from a loss?” That had her smack your shoulder, but she was soon was wiping her eyes on her gloves. “Oh fuck, look at me. Crying like a girl-“ She joked, as she sniffled. She was so happy, and you were as well. She just couldn’t contain her joy. Her, you, and your own little precious snitch. What more could a girl want?
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littlestoneinspace · 4 months
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My dear beloved brother
_____________ Fred survived ❤️‍🩹
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ashisgreedy · 5 months
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In this house, Fred lives and George keeps his ear cuz I said so
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