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swiftieblyth · 1 month

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The Nightshade Sisters: Professor Snape

Warnings- dead mom, abusive dad, raised by aunt uncles and godparents, death eaters, Voldemort, violence and murder, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, all other Harry Potter stuff

Let me know if there’s anything else!

ROSIE’S POV:

The next morning Draco and Rosie walked down to the great hall to get some breakfast. Draco sat next to Rosie, across from Crabb and Goyle. Draco was talking to them as Rosie was writing a letter.

Dear Moony, I miss you so, so, so much! I didn't get put in Hufflepuff with Ceddie or Lacy, nor did I get put in Gryffindor like you. However I did get put into Slytherin like Aunt Joyce and Uncle Tim. I already made a friend! His name is Draco Malfoy, he’s in my house as well. I don’t like that I won’t get to be with you on full moons now. Harry Potter was put in Gryffindor just like you said he would be. I had a panic attack as the train stopped in front of Hogwarts yesterday, but Lace and Ceddie helped me through it. Today’s the first day of classes, I’ll write to you tomorrow to let you know how it goes. I’m really nervous, but I don’t think much attention will be on me if Harry Potter is in my class. I miss and love you, Uncle Moony. Love, Cub

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, looking at Rosie.

“I’m writing to my uncle. I miss him, so I decided to write to him. Do you want to go with me to ask my siblings if I could borrow one of their owls?”

“Sure.” Draco replied, he got up and grabbed Rosie’s hand, to help her up.

“This way.” Rosie stated, taking the lead and dragging him behind her. “Lace, Ceddie!”

“Rosie!” Lacy replied, wrapping her arms around Rosie in a big hug.

“Lace… I… Can’t… Breathe.”

“Sorry.” Lacy let out, letting go of her, as she saw Draco. “Hi. Who are you?”

“I’m Draco, Rosie’s best friend.” Draco explained, sticking out his hand to Lacy. Rosie smiled and a small blush came to her cheeks. Cedric saw and smirked.

“I’m Lacy,” Lacy replied, shaking Draco’s hand. “I’m Rosie’s older sister, and this is our brother, Cedric.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Draco,” Cedric smiled, shaking Draco’s hand.

“Could I borrow one of your owls to send a letter to Uncle Remus?”

“Yeah, of course, Little Rose. Sugar’s in the owlery. Just call her and she’ll come to you.”

“Thanks, Ceddie.” Rosie replied, hugging him. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, Little Rose.”

“So much.” Lacy added.

Later that morning Rosie and Draco went off to Potions class. Rosie sat next to Draco in between the big boys, as if they were their bodyguards.

“Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin so he should like us.” Draco explained to Rosie. “Actually I know he likes me, I’ve known him since I was a baby. He’s my godfather, so just stay with me, and stay on his good side, and you’ll be set for all seven years.”

“Thanks, Draco.”

All of a sudden the doors opened and Professor Snape came storming in. He stopped in front of his desk and looked at the class. Draco sat up straighter with a small smile on his face, his eyes filled with admiration.

“There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class.” Snape explained. “As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However for the select few,” Snape glanced over at Draco and Rosie. “Who possesses the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensure the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to…not pay attention.”

Everyone glanced over to where Snape was looking, Hermione nudged Harry, and he looked up to see Snape glaring down at him. Draco and the big boys snickered, but Draco stopped when Rosie nudged him and gave him a look.

“Potter!” Snape called. “What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"I don't know, sir," Harry said.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

“I don’t know, sir.” Harry said again, as Hermione’s hand stayed in the air.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter as Rosie tried to shut them up, feeling sorry for Harry.

“What’s the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

“I don��t know. I think Hermione does, though, why don’t you ask her?”

“Miss. Nightshade,” Snape called, turning around to look at her. “Perhaps you would like to explain the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? I do believe this is something you would know.”

Rosie stared at him a little wondering how he knew. “There’s no difference Professor. They are the same plant known as aconite.”

“Yes. I thought you would know that. Very nice, Miss. Nightshade, ten points to Slytherin.” The Slytherins started cheering and Draco smiled at Rosie. “And I’d like to see you after class, Miss. Nightshade.”

After class finished Draco got up and looked at her. “Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to stay with you?”

“No, I’ll be okay, Draco. But I wouldn’t mind if you waited outside.”

“Okay,” Draco sighed and walked out of the class behind everyone else.

“You wanted to see me, Professor,” Rosie let out.

“I think you should know that I went to school with your aunt, uncles, and parents before they got expelled and banned from the wizarding world.”

“What does this have to do with anything?”

“I was in Slytherin with your aunt and uncle. I was on good terms with them. However your uncle, Remus, was someone I despised.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir.”

“I do hope you aren't like him.”

“I’m not a werewolf if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Good to know. Judging by the fact that you are in my house, I do hope that you behave more like your aunt and uncle, rather than your uncle and sister.”

“I’ll do my best, sir. May I go now.”

“Yes.”

“Hey, everything okay?” Draco asked, when Rosie walked out of the room.

“Yeah, Snape just wanted to talk to me about my family. Apparently my sister’s not the best student, and he wanted to make sure I’ll be better than her.”

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cherry-pop-elf · 1 month

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Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Saying You Are Pregnant

Writing Comission’s Are Open

William ‘Bill’

“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

“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

“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

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

"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

“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

“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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tealeafgrimm · 2 years

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Hi I was wondering if you could do a Fred weasley imagine or blurb where the reader is pregnant and is like 8 months and he holds her stomach for a little while and takes the weight off of her for a little while. It’s okay I’d you can’t

A Helping Hand

Fred Weasley x Pregnant!Reader Words: 500 Summary: Just Fred helping you out with relieving some back pain during pregnancy. A/N: Thank you for the request! I loved the idea and it was perfect for this week, since I finally caught Covid and did not feel very well. This was the perfect size to squeeze in between my naps. I hope you like this blurb.

"How long do you think it will be before you are the perfect mother?", you laughed at your husband as you started to unpack the groceries you had just bought. Fred gave you an annoyed look from his place on the sofa and continued reading the book entitled "Tips and Tricks for the New Mother". The book had been a gift from Molly to you to help you prepare for your first child. However, you didn't have much interest in reading it as you much preferred to talk to other people who already had a baby. Like Tonks or Fleur, for example. So since you hadn't picked it up, Fred had decided that one of you should read it. And he did. For the last week he hadn't put the book down, constantly reciting some passage or trying to lecture you.

“You just keep laughing! I’m going to know everything there is about becoming a first-time parent, while you talk and laugh with the girls.” “Yeah, the girls who already have children of their own and are perfectly capable of giving me advice if I want it. And it would be much appreciated if you could help me unpack this stuff”, you gestured to the full bags on the kitchen counter. Sighing, Fred put the book down and came to join you in the kitchen. While he was putting everything that needed to be refrigerated in the fridge, you started to put stuff away inside your kitchen cupboard.

Even though you would never admit it, putting away cans and jars was exhausting when you were eight months pregnant. The extra weight of your baby bump was getting to your back. After the last item was stowed away, you groaned, put both hands behind your back and tried to relieve the tension by kneading the spot. “Are you alright? Do you need to sit down?” Fred came over to were you stood, a worried expression on his face. You smiled at him but shook your head. “No, sitting will just make it worse. My back is killing me today.”

Determined to help you, Fred moved behind you, trapping you in between the kitchen counter and himself. Carefully he put his hands around your belly and lifted the bottom a few centimeters. Instantly you felt the weight of the baby leave your back. Sighing in relief you let your head fall back onto Fred’s shoulder. For the first time in a long while you did not feel your back scream in agony. “How do you know this? Why haven’t you done this before”, you sighed, closing your eyes. “Well, maybe you should pick up that book my mom bought for you. It says in there, that it can help with back pain. But instead, you just keep mocking me…” “Yeah, yeah, I’ll pick it up, okay? Now shush, I’m trying to relax.”

Grinning, Fred kissed the side of your head, but he kept quiet, you had earned a few moments of peace.

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emeritusemeritus · 9 months

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Can I sleep here tonight?

Title: Can I sleep here tonight?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x pregnant!wife!reader, Molly and Arthur Weasley (being absolute gems)

Timeline: Set post-war. George lost his ear a per canon but Fred is very much alive and thriving, married and expecting his first child. The burrow is mentioned for story purposes so it didn’t burn down and we’re ignoring canon once more.

Summary: George arrives at the burrow asking to spend the night, desperate to get away from Fred and his pregnant wife.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, pregnant character, brief mentions of war and previous injury, though no graphic description is included. Mentions of sex.

It's way past tea time, darkness settling all around as the last glimmer of winter sun fades into the hills when George Weasley apparates onto the familiar dirt road leading up to his childhood home. He's armed with only his wand and a small suitcase no bigger than a briefcase, only holding the basics.

Since the war, Molly and Arthur had kept up the old enchantments placed upon the Burrow as a precaution, the fears never truly leaving them. With a wave of his wand, George clears the enchantments and steps through the invisible barrier to get to the house. As he steps towards the little stone step that acts as the threshold to the house, the door is thrust open and a warm and solid body pulls him inside. He recognises the body as his mother the very second her height and smell come into focus.

"My boy! What are you doing here? You look tired and peaky, is something wrong? I'll make you something to eat. Arthur!" Molly shouts loudly for her husband after fretting at seeing George on their doorstep without any prior warning, especially without his twin. Since opening the shop, them moving out together, the war, George's recovery, and Fred's wedding, the twins have been so busy it's been an endeavour to get them back home even for a simple visit. "Arthur!"

"Mollywobbles what is it?" Arthur shouts back, his voice getting louder as he moves towards the kitchen. "Oh hello son," he says as he walks into the kitchen, seeing George stood there clutching a small briefcase. Arthur instinctively frowns at the unexpected visit but welcomes his son with warmth, wrapping him in a hug, patting his back a few times before pulling away.

"Do you want a cup of tea dear?" Molly asks, already making her way over to the kettle and busying herself to make something to eat for George, regardless of his radio silence.

"Now Molly, it seems he might need something stronger than tea, right son?" Arthur asks, patting George's shoulder once. "Why don't be crack open some of my Knotgrass mead? I've been saving it for an occasion, no time better than the present." He ushers George to sit at the table and Molly rushes over with a large bottle of mead and two pint glasses, bringing over an elaborate sandwich on a plate for George.

"Thanks mum," George says as Molly places down the welcomed food, noticing that she'd used one of her nicer plates for him, not something that he was ever allowed when he was younger.

"Cheers!" Arthur says, holding up his glass towards George's after he'd poured them, happy to have a drinking buddy at home.

"So what's wrong son? Not that you're not always welcome of course," Arthur says, eyeing his son with a hint of suspicion as Molly takes a seat opposite George, placing down a cup of tea made for herself.

"Can I stay here tonight?" George asks, cringing at the slight awkwardness of his request, feeling like a child again.

"Of course you can!" Arthur says as if he's offended by the notion of George even having to ask.

"Of course you can dear, how nice to have a fuller house again! I'll put some fresh linens on the bed for you," Molly rushes up towards Fred and George's old room and with a swish of her wand, changes the bedsheets in no time at all. She returns to see the men chatting at the table and takes her place once again, reaching for her tea.

"Do you want to tell us what's wrong?" Arthur says, taking the lead. George sighs heavily, not wanting to say outright what the problem is but unable to think of a plausible excuse.

He sighs once more before admitting to the issue under his parents concerned gazes, "it's Fred and y/n."

"Have you had a falling out?" Molly quickly says, interrupting George. Arthur gives her a quick look which tells her politely to be quiet until their son has finished to which she nods and waits.

"Not exactly, it's just... I can't bare to listen to them having sex anymore. Silencing spells don't work, I've even tried muggle earplugs, well one, but that didn't work either! I only have one ear and it's still bad! Since Y/n got pregnant it's none stop, I thought getting pregnant was bad enough but bloody hell," George barely conceals a shudder at the thought of his twin brother and his wife having near constant sex in the same flat as him.

He picks up the sandwich and begins tucking in, not having time to get any food in his haste to flee the flat about the shop that he shared with Fred and y/n.

He turns his gaze back to his parents and is immediately surprised at the look they are sharing between each other. Both of them are smiling lovingly, a blush spreading on both of their faces, both appear to be speaking with their eyes.

"What?" George says with a mouthful of food, frowning, not understanding their reaction.

"Why do you think we had so many children?" Arthur suddenly laughs, earning a little giggle from Molly, a sound that George had never heard fall from his mother's mouth.

"I couldn't resist your mother when she was pregnant, just something about it," Arthur trails off as if he's daydreaming, a nostalgic smile plastered on his face. "The second she popped one of you out I wanted to try again."

George wants the ground to swallow him up in his entirety as he sits disgusted and uncomfortable. Was nowhere safe anymore? He finds his appetite has significantly decreased and is thankful that he'd finished the sandwich quickly; only praying he could keep it down if his parents kept talking about that.

"It's entirely biological son, it's what the muggles call 'hormones', or so I'm told. There's just something about seeing your wife carrying your child..." Arthur shakes his head slightly as he daydreams, a goofy smile still hanging off his lips as Molly swats his arm playfully.

"I'm going to bed," George mumbles, wanting desperately to get away.

"We'll keep it down tonight!" Arthur jokes earning a cackle from Molly as they both laugh at Arthur's attempt at humour. George grumbles the entire way up to his old bedroom, holding back a shudder at the very thought of not only his brother and y/n but now also his parents.

I need to move out, he thought.

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lumosandnoxwriting · 3 months

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look at you || Fred Weasley

Title: Look at you Pairing: Fred x Reader Summary: distance really does make the heart grow fonder. Warnings: NSFW - minors DNI! This contains, vaginal sex, female receiving oral, breeding kink, mentions of cum marking, dirty talk, praise, mentions of sex toys/sexting and pregnant sex. A/N: hockey!fred could hit me with his car and I would say thank you. Anyway as always this is dedicated to @darthwheezely b/c she always encourages my shenanigans.

The away games are always the hardest.

Fred is usually gone for a week, and between traveling, playing multiple games and the time differences they mainly communicate via text and maybe a phone call if they’re lucky. At first the lack of communication bothered Y/N. They moved across the country after Fred got drafted and it felt isolating to have the only person she knew in Washington unavailable most of the time. But now that Fred’s in the fourth year of his contract Y/N is a pro at handling the distance. Her and a bunch of the other WAGS always get together to watch the games at someone’s house, and usually do dinner or brunch on some of the days the guys are gone. And now that she’s working and more involved in the area she’s got plenty of friends and activities to keep her busy while Fred is away.

She figured this season would be just like the others, that it would suck while Fred is gone but she’d just keep busy until he was back home in their bed.

Until those two little pink lines stared up at her from the bathroom counter the night before training camp started. She wasn’t totally surprised at the result, considering her and Fred had been together for a decade, married for half of that and regularly relying on the pullout method as their main form of contraception. And of course they’d talked about having kids, but their general consensus had been that they would start trying once the season was underway, hoping to time it just right that their baby would be born at the beginning of the off season, so they could spend the first few months as a complete family unit before hockey took over Fred’s life again.

But of course life decided to say fuck their plans, and now Y/N is due to give birth just before playoffs begin in April.

Y/N had thought that having Fred gone during her first trimester would be the worst part of it, having to deal with morning sickness and those first few doctors appointments by herself. But the nausea and vomiting left her feeling so gross she was glad Fred didn’t have to see her like that, and they were able to work with her doctor so that Fred didn’t miss a single appointment.

It’s now, with Y/N into her second trimester that Fred’s absence seems to be hitting her the hardest. Her bump has finally popped, and she can barely keep her hands from stroking over the smooth skin at all hours of the day. The baby has started to move around too, starting off as gently flutters she assumed was gas that have now grown into distinctive pushes against her belly. Not to mention the nausea and vomiting that plagued her first few months of pregnancy have faded away, and Y/N finally understands what people say when they talk about pregnancy glow. Her skin is the clearest and softest it’s ever been, and her hair and nails look amazing thanks to her prenatal vitamins.

And just as she passed the five month mark her newest, and most annoying to deal with on her own, pregnancy symptom started.

She’s unbelievably horny every hour of the day.

Her newly filed out breasts constantly ache, and some days her nipples are so sensitive just the material of her bra sends a shiver down her spine. Her pussy is almost constantly slick, her clit throbbing and her cunt aching to be filled. Once the seam of her maternity jeans pulled so deliciously against her as she was driving that she nearly crashed the car as she came from that brush alone.

Everything seems to turn her on these days, no matter how inconvenient the time or place is.

Like right now, the guys are on the last leg of their longest away game stretch, the final game of a two and a half week trip, and her cunt is dripping as she watches Fred punch the other team’s center in the jaw. Not only is it inconvenient because she’s sitting on Melaine, the goalie’s girlfriend’s couch, but because Fred isn’t due back home until tomorrow afternoon and she passed out last night before she could put her vibrator back on the charger. And her own fingers will never live up to the memories of how worked up Fred gets after a fight, and how the only thing that seems to calm him down is taking Y/N from behind as he growls in her ear.

She tries to shift subtly as the ref throws Fred in the sin bin, his mouth still moving wildly as he throws insults at the other team, but when Rachel throws her a look Y/N knows she’s been caught. Rachel is the wife of one of the defensemen, and had been heavily pregnant for most of last year’s season, so Y/N figures she knows exactly how she’s feeling right now.

“Tomorrow afternoon can’t come soon enough,” Rachel teases, voice low enough so only the two of them can hear.

Y/N snorts in laughter, nodding in agreement. “You have no idea.”

Fred throws a middle finger over his shoulder as he rushes towards his truck, causing his teammates to laugh even harder. The bus had barely stopped before he was up out of his seat and making his way to the front, far too eager to get home to Y/N. Because the texts she’s been sending since he got off the ice last night have had him perpetually hard in his pants and the only thing on his mind is getting home to his wife.

He drives well over the speed limit on his way home, praying to whatever deity that exists out there he won’t get pulled over, since he’s pretty sure his urgent need to fuck his wife is not a good enough excuse to get out of a ticket. The car is barely in park as Fred throws the door open, hockey bag left behind in his haste to get inside. In a matter of a few seconds he’s barreling through the front door, taking the time to lock it behind him before he heads for the stairs.

“Baby?” he calls as he climbs, ripping his shirt off as he goes. He pauses to kick his shoes off, just letting them tumble back down as he continues up.

“Hi,” Y/N greets breathlessly when Fred appears in their doorway. Her eyes are immediately drawn to the way his jeans hang open, his cock clearly fighting against the material of his boxers.

Fred groans as he takes Y/N in, cock throbbing at the way she kneels on their bed in nothing but his jersey. The curve of her bump is visible even in the oversized garment, and Fred almost can’t believe that this is his life. He makes a living playing the sport he loves and every night he gets to come home to the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen who’s beauty has only grown as he watches his child grow inside of her.

“Fucking hell,” he practically growls as he steps into the room, his complete focus on Y/N. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are, wife? That picture of your pretty pink pussy all wet and begging for my cock has been driving me crazy. I couldn’t sleep knowing you were all alone in our bed, desperate for my cock wearing nothing but my jersey.”

Y/N practically pants as Fred stalks toward her, hands clenched in fists at her sides to try and resist the urge to touch herself. She had to give herself a pep talk before taking the photo she sent, so to see Fred’s reaction to it here in the flesh makes her cunt throb with want. Before falling asleep Y/N had managed to work herself up to a few weak orgasms with her fingers, but those are nothing in comparison to what she knows Fred is about to give her.

“Sexy?” she asks teasingly. Fred has finally made it to the edge of the bed, and she runs her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, resting her palms against the sides of his neck. “Even with my big old bump in the way?”

“Especially with your big bump in the way,” Fred practically purrs. He finally gives in to his urge to touch his wife, one hand hooking around her thigh while the other fists the front of her jersey, yanking her closer to him. “Just knowing that you’re full of my baby, that I did that to you is enough to make me cum, something I know you’re well aware of.”

And she knows Fred isn’t lying. He’d always been possessive in the bedroom, and it only intensified when she got pregnant. Once her bump popped Fred was like a man possessed, needing to have one hand on it at all times. He’s finished on her bump more times than Y/N can count, rubbing his cum into her skin so he can claim her fully.

Instead of responding Y/N lets Fred pull her into a kiss, her fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his skull as he nibbles on her bottom lip. He claims her mouth with his, crawling up on the bed so he can get even closer. The hand he had on her jersey makes its way up to cup her jaw, angling Y/N’s face so he can kiss her deeper, while the one that was on her thigh starts to travel further up.

“Fuck,” Fred moans into her mouth as his hand brushes her bare hip. “No panties? Dirty girl.” He lets his hand cup the swell of her stomach, thumb slowly brushing back and forth in a sweet gesture that is the total opposite of the way he kisses his wife.

“Please,” Y/N pants as Fred’s mouth finally leaves her’s, starting to press kisses into her neck. “Need you to touch me, Freddie, only feels good when it’s you.”

“Well how can I deny my wife when she asks so nicely?”

Fred kisses the juncture of her throat one last time before pulling away just enough so he can pick her up under her thighs. He positions her back on the bed just how he wants, her back flat against the mattress with her legs spread wide, a hand on each thigh to keep them open for him.

“You’re fucking cunt,” he groans, his eyes drawn to her slick pussy as he bites his lip. He sinks down on the bed so he’s resting between her thighs, thumb and forefinger spreading her pussy apart to put her clit on display. “This pussy is going to be the death of me.”

Y/N gasps as Fred finally puts his mouth on her, hips nearly lifting off the bed as he sucks her clit between his lips. Her toes curl as his tongue flattens against her, thighs already quivering as Fred’s thumb presses against her entrance. “God, please, Fred.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs to fuck into her with his index finger, curling it to press against the front wall of her cunt, right against the spot that has her moaning his name. His cock twitches as Y/N’s hand tangles in his hair, curling his tongue around her clit as she tugs.

“Such a good girl,” Fred praises as he presses another finger into her slick cunt, letting his thumb rub small circles into her clit. “I love this pretty pussy so much, wife. Gonna eat it every fucking day of the week.”

He takes her clit back between his lips as he fucks her with his fingers, needing her to cum before he can give her what they both desperately need. His cock aches as Y/N grinds down against his face, the feel of her taking control of her pleasure only turning him on more. Fred’s tongue flicks at her clit as his lips suck, and he can tell by the way her cunt grips his fingers that she’s close.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my hand so I can have you cumming all over my cock.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Y/N babbles as Fred licks her, fingers tugging him even closer into her as she grinds against him. Waves of pleasure are swirling in her core, electric shocks radiating all down her spine as Fred brings her closer and closer to the edge. He makes her feel like she’s on fire, completely erasing the few weak orgasms she had last night from her memory.

Fred wraps his arm around her thigh to keep Y/N in place as her orgasm takes over, his fingers and mouth still working her through the pleasure. Y/N’s toes curl as pleasure consumes her, thighs quivering as a cry of Fred’s name leaves her lips. Aftershocks of pleasure send shivers down her spine, and Y/N has to use her grip on Fred’s hair to separate his mouth from her cunt as she comes down.

He doesn’t say anything as he crawls back up the bed, letting Y/N catch her breath before he leans down to kiss her softly. Her legs wrap around his hips, the need for Fred to be close overwhelming her need to get off for a brief moment.

“Need you inside me,” Y/N murmurs against Fred’s mouth, her legs tightening around him.

“Needy girl,” Fred teases, nipping at her jaw. But with one final kiss to her lips he pulls back, climbing off the bed so he can rid himself of the rest of his clothes. Who is he to deny the needs of his wife, the woman growing his child?

Y/N makes a move to pull the jersey she’s wearing up over her head, and Fred grabs her wrist, shaking his head.

“No, the jersey stays on.”

Fred’s pretty sure he hears her mumble something about him being a possessive idiot, but he doesn’t even care. Settling on the bed, back against the headboard with his cock leaking against his stomach, he beckons Y/N closer. “Come sit on my lap and make yourself cum on my cock, baby.”

Under normal circumstances she’d make some joke about how he’s making her do all the work, but her cunt is already aching again and if she doesn’t get Fred’s cock in the next three minutes she may die. Y/N crawls up the bed, shivering at the look in Fred’s eyes. It’s full of nothing but pure desire, and she can feel her heartbeat pulsing in her clit. At one point she feared that pregnancy may change the way Fred looks at her, and now as she straddles his waist Y/N can’t believe what an idiot she had been.

One of Fred’s hands lands on her hip, the other on her bump and the contact sends a shiver down her spine. It takes a little bit of finesse with her bump in the way, but as soon as Y/N has Fred’s cock pressed against her cunt she’s sinking down. She’s slick enough from Fred’s mouth and her previous orgasm that she presses down until she’s fully seated in his lap, and her eyes flutter shut from the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Fred is so thick and full inside her, and Y/N just sits there in his lap, eyes closed and her head tilted back as she appreciates the feel of him inside her. Y/N’s cunt pulses around him, and with how desperate she’s been to feel her husband like this, she already feels embarrassingly close to her climax already.

“Fuck you are perfect,” Fred groans as her hips start to gently rock. He fixes her jersey so the hem rests on the top of her bump, wanting to see it in all of its glory. With one hand squeezing her thigh, Fred places the other on her stomach to help keep her balance. “So fucking full aren’t you, wife? So full of my cock and my baby, hm? Love being full of me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she responds breathily, leaning back to brace herself against Fred’s thighs. The new angle lets him sink even deeper, and a sharp gasp falls from her mouth at the sensation. “Always wanna be full like this.”

“With my baby or my cock?” he teases.

“Both,” Y/N hits back truthfully.

“Fuck,” Fred growls, unable to keep his hips from thrusting. The moan that comes from Y/N spurs him on, and he continues to match her movements with his own. “Whatever my wife wants my wife gets. Gonna keep you nice and full with my cock and my cum and my babies until we’ve got a whole fucking hockey team, baby. And no one will ever doubt who you, who this fucking pussy, belongs too.”

Her cunt clenches even tighter at his words, encouraging Fred to keep talking.

“Look at you, my pretty little wife, fucking herself on my cock. Bet you thought about this the whole time I was gone, didn’t you, love?”

“Fuck, yes,” Y/N moans. She’s inching closer and closer to her orgasm with each of her movements, thighs quivering from a mixture of the pleasure swirling in her core and the effort it’s taking to fuck herself on Fred’s cock.

“Fuck you look so good like this, baby,” Fred praises. “Not gonna be able to take you like this much longer, am I? I swear everytime I look at you, your belly is bigger. It’s not long until you’ll be too big to ride me like this, isn’t that right, love? But that’s okay, because you look so fucking good all full of my baby. Seeing you like this, knowing I did this, makes me feel fucking feral, baby. You’re doing such a great job, growing our baby. Gonna be such a good Mama.”

The combination of Fred’s cock stretching Y/N to her limits and the constant stream of praise coming from Fred pushes Y/N over the edge, and her back arches as she comes. Shocks of pleasure jolt out from her cunt, her clit aching and her toes curling as her orgasm washes over her in waves.

The feel of Y/N’s walls pulsing around Fred’s cock as she moans his name pushes him to his own climax, his hips just barely pushing up into her as he empties himself into her eager cunt.

“Taking it so well, baby. Fuck.”

He places a hand on her lower back for support as they both come down, the hand he has on her bump rubbing soothing circles into the skin. When having her in his lap starts to get uncomfortable, Fred carefully lifts her off, maneuvering so he can lay Y/N next to him on the bed without jostling her too much.

Finally feeling satisfied, Y/N watches Fred move around their room through her barely open eyes, too tired to try and stay awake any longer. She lets him move her around too clean up, a soft whine coming from her lips when he pulls the jersey up and off over her head. But she’s immediately placated when Fred helps her into one of his old t-shirts, and she doesn’t even fight him as he pulls sleep shorts up her legs.

He disappears into their bathroom then, and Y/N is practically asleep by the time he reemerges and gets into bed beside her. But instead of Fred pulling her into his arms like she expected, her eyes open in surprise as Fred pushes up the hem of her shirt just enough to expose her bump.

“What are you doing?” she murmurs, tone laced with humor.

“What does it look like?” Fred responds as he pours lotion into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up. He cradles her stomach carefully, slowly starting to massage her skin. “I’m taking care of both of my girls.”

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Baby number six- George Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted APRIL 16, 2021

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Request-please do a suuuuper smutty george x fem reader where george has a huge breeding kink!

A/n- I love this request sm omgggg! Thx for requesting😘

Warnings- SMUT, breeding kink (duh), dom/sub themes, a little choking, praise, a little degradation, slight daddy kink, please tell me if I missed anything!

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Life with George was interesting to say the least. Besides having 5 kids already, George was obsessed with the idea of you pregnant. Almost everyday since your last child was born, George would bring up the idea of you getting pregnant again and today was no different.

“Morning darling,” George greeted you as he walked out of your bedroom. You were just sitting at the table, drinking tea, basking in the quiet before your kids woke up.

“Morning,” you smiled and waited for George to make his way over to you before leaning your head up to give him a kiss.

“Kids aren’t up yet?” George asked, using his wand to have a cup float to his hand. You just shook your head and took another sip. “You should’ve heard little Mason last night, baby wouldn’t stop crying, having a two-year-old is exhausting,” you sighed.

“Well you’ve done it four times before, two at the same time! You’re doing great,” George praised and leaned down to give you another kiss, but the sound of your twins, Grace and Faith, trampling down the stairs— their names not fitting the situation at all— interrupted your moment.

“Mommy, daddy!” they cheered in unison while running straight for you both. Grace ran straight to George and gave him a big hug while Faith jumped in your lap, snuggling up into you.

“Morning mommy,” she giggled, nuzzling her head into your neck. “Morning baby,” you said while stroking her hair. You looked over to see George swinging Grace around, a small smile coming to your face.

You loved seeing George with kids, it was the cutest thing.

“Well I guess since you two are up, daddy and I should start on breakfast for you kids,” you stated, the girls quickly shaking their heads ‘yes’ and running up the stairs to wait.

You sighed and looked over to George, giving a mutual eyebrow raise, both knowing today was going to be chaotic.

You and George were right, all day, it was “Mommy!” this, “Daddy!” that. By the time it was time for everyone to go to bed, George went to go tuck in your two oldest children, Fred and Sarah, into bed. Even though Fred was 10 and Sarah was 7, George refused to not tuck them in at night.

While he did that, you were trying to calm down Mason, who was currently crying, and put him to bed. Grace and Faith were not helping you though, they were running around you with their toothbrushes in their hands.

“Mommy watch out! It’s the toothpaste monster!” Grace screamed, and Faith ran straight into you, the toothpaste all over her face surely getting on your clothes. You groaned, hitting your limit with them.

You guys! Your brother is currently crying and you two are not helping!” you yelled. They both stopped in their tracks and looked up at you, Grace’s eyes forming tears in them. They both huffed and ran right out of Mason’s room, followed by a loud bump and George’s voice asking, “Woah, what’s wrong?”. But no little voices answered, all that followed were two more, even louder, huffs and a door slam.

“Hey, what’s going on with them two? I thought they didn’t get moody until they were older?” George asked, earning a slight glare from you. George put his hands up in defense and that’s when Mason looked over at George and immediately calmed down, making grabby hands at him.

Your mouth fell open and George just laughed, “Does baby want his daddy? Yes he does!”. George grabbed him from you and rocked him back and forth a few times before setting him down in his crib. You watched in amazement as Mason rolled over, and not after long, tiny snores were heard.

George quickly grabbed your hand and dragged your flabbergasted body out of the room. “How did you do that?!” you whisper-yelled. George shrugged his shoulders, “What can I say? Kids love me.”.

“Well then you should be the one carrying them in your stomach because they’re little devils while I’m pregnant with them,” you said turning around to head toward yours and George’s room.

“Nah, I like seeing you pregnant better,” George said while hurrying to walk behind you. “Well,” he thought for a second, “I guess I should say I like the night that leads to you getting pregnant,” he grabbed you by your wrist and pushed you up again the wall right by your bedroom, “and then when I see you pregnant, oh, you have no idea what that does to me.”.

You could practically see George’s eyes go from your childrens daddy to your daddy real quick. You gulped slightly and stood a little taller, “As I’ve come to find out,” you said, acting innocent to the whole situation.

You got out of George’s grip and started to walk into the bedroom, immediately regretting your actions and picking up the pace to save yourself from George’s sexual rath.

You heard George growl and his footsteps quickly come closer behind you, causing you to squeak and start running. But you weren’t quick enough, George grabbed you from behind and pulled you into him so that your back was firm against his chest.

“You wanna try running again?” he whispered in your ear. You quickly shook your head no and you heard a low chuckle erupt from George’s throat, “I thought so.”.

After his grip loosened on you, you turned around and looked up to meet his eyes once more. They were now even darker than before, you now knew that you were either in for a rough night, or George was in his mindset where all he could think about was filling you up. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“No more wasting time, baby, I wanna fill you up as soon as possible,” he whispered harshly and pushed you down onto the bed. “Second one,” you thought.

When you noticed that George was eyeing your body that was only covered with a tank top and pajama shorts that were obviously too small for you, you started to get undressed. Slowly though, to not give George what he wants just yet. You started by sensually taking off your shorts, looking him right in the eyes, biting your lip slightly.

You then slowly dragged your hands up your legs to take off your tank top, but George had already had enough. “Stop being a little tease,” he growled and yanked the tank top off of you.

He grabbed you and flipped you over, making your ass stick up, and the pair of panties you had on come flying off. “Beautiful,” he gasped, making your head duck down in embarrassment.

You had always been insecure about what you looked like after you had your kids, but George thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, especially because of all of your pregnancy scars.

“I know you don’t believe me, but trust me, I am enamored by you,” George whispered in your ear, dragging his hand down your back, making goosebumps erupt on your skin.

“I can’t wait any longer baby, you think you can take me now?” George asked, his dick obviously hurting from being contained in his pants. You nodded your head, honestly wanting him already too.

“That’s my girl,” he chuckled. You shortly heard the sound of his pants and underwear fall to the ground. You turned your head to the side to look at him, and the sight made you involuntarily buck your hips back.

“Patience baby,” George told you, running a hand over your ass. You groaned and rolled your eyes, looking forward, “You’re one to talk.”.

George immediately brought his hand down to your throat, grabbing it and forcing you to be upright against his chest.

“You really need to stop talking, little one,” George whispered in your ear. Oh now he was definitely far gone. All he could think about was dominating you.

“Yes Georgie,” you gulped. “Glad that you understand,” he chuckled, before fucking right up into you.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned and threw your head back. “Language,” George hissed, throwing a hand over your mouth, fucking up into you once more. Soon, George set a steady, semi-fast pace.

Not long after starting, you felt your release coming. And since George knew you like the back of his hand, he knew you were close too. “Come on, baby, you can do it,” George grunted. George’s encouragement made you come undone within a split second.

You came with a loud moan, muffled by George’s hand. George didn’t stop to let you rest though, he kept going, obviously wanting to achieve his goal. You were too sensitive though, you brought your hand back to grab onto George’s arm, hissing as he picked up his pace.

“Sensitive, baby?” George asked, to which you quickly nodded your head. George stopped for a second, pulling out and flipping you over so that you were on your back, but immediately pushed back in.

“Just relax baby,” George told you, grabbing your hands to interlace with them. You nodded your head and threw it back to try and breathe, but the only thing that came out was a fairly loud moan.

“Shhh, we wouldn’t want to wake up our kids, would we?” George taunted. You looked up and shook your head, biting your lip to try and suppress any moans.

After a few more minutes, you and George were both close to your releases. “I’m close,” George breathed out, “I know, me too,” you told him.

When the knot came forming in your stomach again, George just looked in your eyes and nodded, giving you enough motivation to release.

“Hold on, baby, I am so close,” George told you, knowing that you were going to be overstimulated and sensitive— which he wasn’t wrong— you had tears forming in your eyes from it.

After saying that, George threw his head back with a moan, his cum filling you up. You both breathed heavily and George pulled out, quickly shoving his fingers into you.

“We wouldn’t want any to go to waste, would we?” he asked. You shook your head and winced when he shoved his fingers farther in before pulling them out. He watched some of his load ooze out of you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect sight,” George smiled. You smiled too and put your hands up so that you two could go to the bathroom and get all cleaned up. George grabbed you bridal style and exclaimed, “To the bathroom we go!”.

After some amazing aftercare, you and George made your way back to your bed, getting under the covers and snuggling into each other.

“You think you’ll get pregnant?” George asked, hope and excitement laced in his voice. You giggled and looked toward him, “Well, you haven’t failed us before.”.

“True,” he said cockily and pulled you closer to him, giving you a firm kiss on your forehead, “now go to sleep, my queen, let’s hope baby number six is on it’s way.”.

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#george weasley smut #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #harry potter characters x reader #harry potter fanfiction

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 10 months

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JUST LIKE YOU

Pairings: Dad!George Weasley x Mum!reader Summary: your daughter is just like her father George Warnings: mentions the war and Fred's passing

you were helping Molly in the kitchen when you heard the loud giggles and laughs from outside, you looked up at the window and saw George and your little daughter playing together in the field.

you smiled as George picked her up and threw her up in the air before catching her.

you always knew George was gonna be a good father, and when you told him you were pregnant he was ecstatic and couldn't wait but he was also worried about the war approaching. even with the dark times coming that didn't stop him from being excited and help you in any way he could

but after Fred's passing he couldn't find it in himself to be excited, he realised he didn't know how to be a dad and that Fred wouldn't be there to fun of him or help him throughout the process, he didn't know what to do without him.

but then, your little angel came along and brought the smile on his face, a real genuine smile that nobody has seen in ages. and that smile hasn't gone away for 5 years.

she brought him the joy that he had lost since Fred died. and he loved her the most in the world, other than you.

he would constantly remind you that you meant the world to him and that he loved you for everything you did for him.

so when she was born, he looked down at her and saw her eyes, he saw the mischief to come and he smiled. he thought long and hard about what to name his little girl, and he decided on the name Fred wanted to name his girl if he had gotten the chance.

so he named her Chelsea.

Molly noticed you seemed distracted and followed your gaze. smiling herself when she saw her son and granddaughter together

Chelsea screaming in joy as George tickled her

Molly couldn't thank you enough for bringing the bundle of joy to the world to heal George

you went back to helping molly when George opened his little suitcase full of tricks.

"I'm almost done dear, you can go play with them" Molly said, you shook your head no, insisting on staying to help

"I leave the playing to them, I like watching it" you grinned as you set up the table

"dear there's nothing else you can do, it's all done" she huffed with a smile shooing out of the kitchen

"now go, I don't want my little Chelsea getting any broken bones! especially on her birthday" she spoke strictly

"what about George?" you chuckled

"oh please, he never listens to me" she rolled her eyes playfully

you walked out the back door at leaned against the tree near them

"ok I'm gonna throw the spark to you and you just gotta catch it, it won't hurt you, but it might tickle" George snickered

Chelsea giggled and nodded her head in response, putting her hands out for the spark George was holding and throwing in the air.

"daddy!" Chelsea whined, wanting the spark

"alright, sweetheart, are you ready?" George questioned mischievously

"Give it!" Chelsea yelled with glee

"what do we say when we want something?" George asked giving her a specific look

"Daddy can you please give me the spark?" she pleaded

"alright, I guess" George sighed in fake disappointment before throwing it in the air for her to catch.

she lifted her hands up for it and caught it before playing with it, throwing it in the air and jumping up and down excitedly

"daddy look!" she yelled looking at him

"good job, sweetheart!" he cheered

she grinned ear from ear before she noticed you leaning on the tree.

she ran up to you still playing with the spark

"Mummy! look, Daddy and I are playing with a spark, It doesn't hurt!" she giggled proudly of herself

she always wanted to play with George and his little tricks and things. and he wouldn't give her things that were dangerous, but now she's turning five he's going to let her explore a little bit more, letting her play with a few more things that were suitable for a little girl, under his supervision too of course.

she had the same look in her eyes that George did when he played pranks in school.

and she gets hyped up when George shows her something cool or talks about a new invention for the shop.

speaking of which, she begs George almost everyday to go down to work with him, but he's scared she'll break something or get pushed around because she's so little.

but on the odd occasion he'll bring her down and set her on the counter while he scans products that people are buying while Ron helps around the shop.

and with all her enthusiasm about jokes and pranks you know she'll be like her dad, and Fred, carrying on their legacy

you bent down to place a kiss to her head "well done, Chels"

George came up and stood beside you and she walked away from you a little, throwing the spark

"daddy! quick!" she yelled at him, she threw the spark and he caught it, throwing it back to her from behind his back

she laughed as she caught it

"she begged to do it, I couldn't say no" George shook his head amused.

he stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso, leaning his chin on your shoulder as he watched your daughter

"well she's happy" you chuckled.

"daddy I'm gonna go show Nana" Chelsea screamed out before running off to the house

"that's probably not a good idea" you whispered, knowing Molly hates things like that in the house

he hummed in content as he placed a kiss on your shoulder

"hmm, you know mum can't say no to her" he said

you laughed in agreement. and began shaking your head

"what?" He questioned, standing up straight, letting you move in his arms.

you twisted around and looked at him lovingly

"nothing" you continued shaking your head with a big smile "she's just like you"

he grinned softly and put his lips on yours before you broke apart for him to speak

"and Fred"

before you could speak up again you heard Molly yell out for Chelsea's birthday dinner

"let me get the case" George said before walking to the spot him and your daughter were before you showed up, he picked up the case and went back up to you, holding your hand before dragging you into the home

you walked in and saw the birthday girl running around the living room, the spark still in her hand

"daddy! here" she threw it in the air, he opened the case and let it go in, putting it away for the day

he put the case on the couch and picked her up, bringing her to you as he kissed her cheek

"dada stop it" she scrunched her nose you kissed her other cheek and walked to the table where the whole family somehow sat down together

"here's the birthday girl!" George beamed before sitting her down then taking a seat beside you, holding your hand that rested on your lap

you rested your head on his shoulder and sighed happily and she giggled as Bill tickled her sides

you glanced up at George and knew you would tell him you were expecting again tomorrow.

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Best friend's brother Fred Weasley x F!reader

Fluff, Angst ( small bit), some smut, breeding mostly, weddings, children, both consenting adults.

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who always had different girls

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Every time he had a new hook up would think of you.

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who came to your birthday party and saw you in your beautiful ( but semi revealing) bathing suit and was basically drooling.

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who acted distant towards you after your birthday party and you couldn't figure out why so you stopped trying to talk to him

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley That hated not talking to you but he loved you so much in a way you wouldn't understand.

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who couldn't handle not talking to you so he did everything to make you happy. Pranks on people you didn't like, buy your favorite snacks, does your homework ( he doesn't even do his own), even watches your favorite movies.

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who kisses you while you two are baking together after watching those said movies.

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who treats you like a goddess and never leaves your side

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who after he left Hogwarts would invite you to his place everyday until you graduated

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who had you move in with him right after you graduated

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who proposed to you a year after you graduated

Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who insisted on having your dream wedding even though you said it was fine

Husband! Fred Weasley who gives you everything you want

Husband! Fred Weasley who on your wedding night fucked you like never before

Husband! Fred Weasley who got you pregnant on your wedding night because he has the biggest breeding kink

Husband! Fred Weasley who became even more obsessed with you while you were pregnant/ after you had your baby

Husband! Fred Weasley that kept getting too pregnant ( at least three times) because it just felt too good

#smut #fanfiction #fred weasley smut #fred weasley #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x y/n #fred x reader #fred weasley x you #fem!reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter universe

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b00inazkaban · 1 year

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MASTERLIST #2

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Smut = **

What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)

Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)

MARVEL:

☆ Tony Stark

☆ Steve Rogers

☆ Bruce Banner

☆ Natasha Romanoff

☆ Clint Barton

☆ Bucky Barnes

☆ Sam Wilson

☆ Peter Parker

☆ Thor Odison

☆ Loki Laufeyson

☆ Dr. Stephen Strange

☆ Peter Quill

☆ Gamora

☆ Drax the destroyer

☆ Rocket the Racoon

☆ Mantis

☆ Groot

Poly Requests:

STRANGER THINGS:

☆ Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington x FtM reader**

☆ Robin Buckley :

☆ Nancy Wheeler:

☆ Eddie Munson:

☆ Johnathan Byers:

☆ Argyle:

☆ Billy Hargrove:

☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader

☆ Dustin Henderson

☆ Will Byers

☆ Lucas Sinclair

☆ Eleven Hopper

☆ Max Mayfield

☆ Jim Hopper:

☆ Joyce Byers:

☆ Dmitri Antonov:

Poly Requests:

HARRY POTTER/MARAUDER:

☆ Harry Potter:

☆ Ron Weasley: CG!Ron Weasley x Little!GN!reader

☆ Hermione Granger:

☆ Fred Weasley: CG!Fred Weasley x Little!Fem!Reader

☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

☆ Neville Longbottom: Sub!Neville x Dom!Reader**

☆ Draco Malfoy:

☆ Blaise Zambini:

☆ Enzo Berkshire:

☆ Mattheo Riddle:

☆ Theo Nott:

☆ Pansy Parkinson:

Marauders Era or Lighting Era:

☆ Lucius Malfoy:

☆ Narcissa Malfoy:

☆ Severus Snape:

☆ Bellatrix Lestrange:

☆ Barty Crouch Jr. :

☆ Evan Rosier:

☆ Pandora Rosier:

☆ Zahara Zambini:

☆ Regulus Black:

☆ Sirius Black:

☆ Remus Lupin:

☆ Lily Evans:

☆ Marlene McKinnon:

☆ Mary McDonald:

☆ Dorcas Meadows:

FANTASTIC BEASTS:

☆ Newt Scamander:

☆ Thesus Scammander:

☆ Jacob Kowalski:

☆ Queenie Goldstein:

☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):

☆ Gellart Grindlewald (young):

Poly Requests:

CRIMINAL MINDS:

☆Aaron Hotchner

☆ Jason Gideon

☆ Spencer Reid

☆ Derek Morgan

☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau

☆ Elle Greenaway

☆ Penelope Garcia

☆ Emily Prentiss

☆ David Rossi

Poly Requests:

BRIDGERTON:

☆ Anthony Bridgerton

☆ Benedict Bridgerton

☆ Colin Briderton

☆ Daphne Bridgerton

☆ Eloise Bridgerton

☆ Simon Basset

☆ Penelope Fetherington

☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)

☆ King George (Young)

Poly Requests:

Queen charlotte x reader x King George

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:

☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet

☆ Raphael:

☆ Donnatelo:

☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader

☆ April O'Neil:

☆ Casey Jones:

Poly Requests:

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud

TOP GUN:

☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"

☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"

☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"

Poly Requests:

THE HOBBIT/LOTR:

☆ Thorin

☆ Bilbo

☆ Fili

☆ Kili

☆ Dwalin

☆ Bofur

☆ Bard

☆ Legolas

☆ Tauriel

☆ Thuranduil

Poly Requests:

TWILIGHT:

☆ Carlisle Cullen

☆ Esme Cullen

☆ Emmet Cullen

☆ Rosalie Cullen

☆ Alice Cullen

☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader

☆ Edward Cullen

☆ Bella Cullen/Swan

☆ Jacob Black

☆ Garrett

The Volturi:

☆ Aro

☆ Caius

☆ Marcus

Poly Requests:

THE HUNGER GAMES:

☆ Katniss Everdeen

☆ Petta Mellark

☆ Finnick Odair

☆ Johanna Mason

☆ Haymitch Abernathy

Poly Requests:

LUCIFER:

☆ Lucifer Morningstar

☆ Mazikeen

☆ Amenadeil

☆ Chole Decker

☆ Linda Martin

Poly Requests:

How To Train Your Dragon:

☆ Hiccup Haddock

☆ Astrid Hofferson

☆ Snotlout

☆ Ruffnut

☆ Tuffnut

Poly Requests:

Across The SpiderVerse:

☆ Miles Morales

☆ Miguel O'Hara

Spider thoughts!

☆ Peter B. Parker

Spider thoughts!

☆ Hobie Brown

☆ Gwen Stacy

☆ Spider-Noir

Spider thoughts!

Poly Requests:

Descendants:

☆ Mal

☆ Evie

☆ Carlos

☆ Jay

☆ Gil

☆ Harry

☆ Uma

Poly Requests:

MATCHUPS/MOODBOARDS:

☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup

☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup

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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

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sundrop-writes · 7 months

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Sundrop's Harry Potter Masterlist

Kisses Like Fire Whiskey - Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Fluff (with very slight Angst). When you come back from a long apprenticeship in France, you and Fred catch up over drinks, reminiscing about your days as mischievous rebels. In the drunken haze, some important things are realized. (7,500 words.)

My Bleeding Heart - Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader. Arranged Marriage. Angst (with a Fluffy Ending). When Draco finds out that you are pregnant, he is worried because he doesn't want his child to be just another pawn to the Dark Lord. So, then and there, he makes a very important decision to risk everything in order to protect you and his future child. (3,400 words.)

King For A Day - Poly!Golden Trio x Fem!Reader. FWB to Poly Lovers. Smut (with very slight Angst). While Horcrux Hunting with your closest friends, the dangerous influence of Slytherin's Locket causes Ron to snap. And it turns out - he brings on something that everyone in the tent really needed. (Sex.) (22,400 words.)

What if they walked in on you changing? - George Weasley | Draco Malfoy |

Note: The rest of these link off to AO3, but I am hoping to have them edited and posted on Tumblr sometime soon.

Whiskey Dick - Auror!Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to ‘Lovers’. Smut/PWP. One night, Ron comes back to his office - and he’s mad. You knock on his door, hoping to lend him an open ear, but he wants something else instead. (An open, wanting mouth to take out his frustrations on.) (3,500 words.)

Caffeine Cold - Auror!Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader. Secret Relationship. Smut, Emotional Angst, Unhappy Ending. (Sequel to the above fic.) Three months after your unexpected tryst with Ron in his office, the two of you are still sneaking around, going at it. Even if you saw it coming a mile away - when things crumble, the consequences are near deadly. (12,500 words.)

#sundrop writes #masterlist #masterlists #harry potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader

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swiftieblyth · 1 month

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The Nightshade Sisters: The Sorting Hat

Warnings- dead mom, abusive dad, raised by aunt uncles and godparents, death eaters, Voldemort, violence and murder, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, all other Harry Potter stuff

Let me know if there’s anything else!

Rosie stayed with Ron and Harry as they made their way up to the castle but never talked to them.

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” an old lady in a which hat said to all the first years. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room. ‘The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly.” The lady walked away and all the students looked around.

“It’s true then,” a pale, blond-haired boy called, making everyone look at him. “What they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”

Harry and Ron looked at each other as the first years started merming around them. Rosie took a few steps back not wanting people to see her with him.

“This is Grabbe, and Goyle,” the boy continued motoning to the two big boys next to him. He smiled and walked in front of Harry. “And I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” Ron laughed a little and the blond looked at him with disgust. “Think my name is funny, do you? No need to ask you yours. Red hair and a hammy down robe, you must be a Weasley. You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than the others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.” Harry replied, Draco scoffed and walked away. As he turned he made eye contact with Rosie and smiled a bit, making Rosie blush. As Draco walked away the lady with the hat came back in and looked at them.

“We’re ready for you now. Follow me.” Professor McGonagall stated. She led them into the Great Hall and everyone looked around in amazement.

“Ceddie, look,” Lacy called as she saw Rosie. “It’s Rosie.”

Rosie looked over and saw her two siblings smiling at her, and gave them a smile and a small wave, as they did the same to her. Lacy made a heart of her hands and blew a kiss to Rosie.

“Well don’t embarrass her, Lace,” Cedric smiled.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. I’m so proud of her. She’s gone through so much.”

The group of first years made their way to the front of the room and got ready to be sorted into their houses. “When I call your name,” McGonagall explained. “You will put on the hat, and sit on the stool. Granger, Hermionie.”

“Oh no,” Herminoie breathed. “Okay, relax.”

“Mental that one.” Ron whispered to Harry as Hermionie got sorted into Gryffindor.

“Malfoy, Draco.” McGonagall called, and the boy from earlier made his way up to the sorting hat. Before the hat was even fully on his head it called out Slytherin. The blond smirked, and walked away to sit with his friends.

“Nightshade, Rosie,” McGonagall called. Rosie’s heart stopped as she made her way up, feeling everyone watch her.

Lacy grabbed Cedric’s arm and squeezed it.

Rosie sat on the stool and McGonagall put the hat on her head.

“Hm,” the hat recalled. “Interesting you are. Nightshade, sister of Lacy Nightshade?”

“Yes.” Rosie whispered.

“Shy, girl, I could put you in Hufflepuff with your sister, but that doesn’t seem right. You’re intelligent like your uncle, definitely have his brains, and it seems more than just that.”

“I don’t have it, if that’s what you’re implying,” Rosie whispered. “I was just born an animagus.”

“I see. There’s a darker side to you, a mysterious side. Just like your aunt. SLYTHERIN!” The hat yelled.

The Slytherins started cheering and standing up, as McGonagall took the hat off of Rosie’s head. Rosie made her way to the Slytherin table but looked at her siblings at the Hufflepuff table. Lacy gave her a small smile. “It’s okay, Little Ross. We still love you.” Cedric mouthed to her, making her feel better.

“Welcome to Slytherin,” someone smiled, as Rosie sat down at the table. Rosie smiled, but didn’t reply. Someone patted her back, making her flinch a little. She sat down hoping no one saw and looked down at the table.

Lacy saw Rosie flinch and let out a breath, squeezing Cedric’s arm. “Did you see that?” Lacy asked, trying to get a better few of her sister. “Can you see her? Is she okay?”

“She’s okay. She’s sitting. I saw everything happen. Someone just patted her back, and it scared her.”

“Oh poor girl.” Lacy sighed.

A tall wizard with long white hair, and a long white beard stood up and opened his arms, getting everyone’s attention. “Welcome,” he called. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!” The man finished, and dishes filled with food of all kinds appeared on every table.

Rosie grabbed some food and started eating, keeping to herself as everyone around her talked with their friends. “So Rosie,” the prefect sitting next to her asked. “Which one of your parents was in Slytherin?”

“Oh um,” Rosie struggled, looking at her food, not wanting to answer. “My aunt and uncle were both Slytherins.”

“What about your parents?” One of the big boys from earlier asked.

Rosie looked up and saw the two big boys and the blonde looking at her. “W- what?”

The big boys snickered at her response but the blonde just kept staring at her, with curiosity in his eyes.

“You’re parents,” the other big boy replied. “Have you gotten any?”

“Yeah, just not Slytherin.” Rosie lied.

The dinner finally ended and Rosie followed the Slytherins to their common rooms. Rosie went to her room and lied in her bed while everyone else was in the common room talking. Rosie looked at a picture of her and her family. It was taken last year before the accident. The family showed Cedric and his parents, Rosie, and Lacy, their aunt and uncle, and their younger cousins, Hannah and Emma. Emma was just a few months old in the picture, sleeping peacefully in her mother’s arms, and Hannah who was about five at the time was in her father's arms. Rosie put the picture down and started to cry into her pillow.

After a few seconds Rosie felt something soft cuddling up next to her, Rosie looked up and saw her cat, Brownie, nuzzling her face into her side. “Hi, Brownie,” Rosie smiled, petting her cat.

Rosie fluttered her eyes open and looked around the dark room. She noticed that everyone was there, she didn’t know what time it was but she didn’t care, she got out her book and went to the common room with Brownie following close behind. Rosie sat down on the couch in front of the fire and watched it as Brownie jumped into her lap.

“I miss him, Brownie,” Rosie whispered, stroking her cat. “He was like my dad. I know he was my uncle, but he raised me after… After what happened with my parents.”

While Rosie was talking to her cat, the blonde boy, Draco, started making his way down the stairs to the common room. He stopped when he heard a soft quiet voice coming from the common room. He peeked his head around the corner and saw Rosie, talking, petting her cat who was on her lap. Tears threatened to fall out of her eyes.

“Ceddie’s been a huge help to me over these past few months,” Rosie explained to the cat, a tear falling on her face. “I feel so bad for Hannah and Emma not being able to grow up with their dad, when he was actually a great guy. I wish my dad was good…” Rosie got cut off by a noise coming from around the corner. “He-hello?” She asked.

Draco walked around the corner and scared Rosie. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Draco explained. “I heard you talking and I was… Well I don’t know, I’ve barely heard you talk so I was listening.”

Rosie stared at him with wide eyes, a hint of blush on her face. “How long have you been there?”

“Not long, I promise. I’m sorry, it’s just…” Draco struggled. “You don’t talk much do you?”

Rosie looked down at her hands, and shook her head. “It’s not that I don’t like people,” Rosie explained. “It’s just, they don’t like me.”

“Well, I like you,” Draco stated, sitting down next to her. “And I can talk for you when you need me to.”

“Thank you…Malfoy?” Rosie asked, unsure of his name.

“Draco.” Draco let out, putting his hand out to her.

“Rosie,” Rosie smiled, shaking his hand. “Rosie Nightshade.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Rosie Nightshade.”

“You too, Draco Malfoy.”

“Who were you talking to?”

“Oh, just my cat,” Rosie explained, gesturing to Brownie, purring on her lap. “Brownie. I have the cat and my sister has the owl.”

“You have a sister?”

“Yeah. I have an older sister, two younger sisters, and an older brother.”

“Wow, what’s it like having so many siblings? Is it fun?”

“It can be. My older siblings are both in Hufflepuff, so I don’t really understand why I’m in Slytherin.”

“Maybe there’s a reason you’re here. Maybe we were supposed to become friends,” Draco threw out.

“Friends?” Rosie asked. “We’re friends?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

“Well I mean, I’ve never had friends before.”

“What why?”

“No one likes me, when they get to know me, and hear about my life. They just pity me.”

“Rosie, I will never pity you.”

“You don’t know that. You barely even know me.”

“Then, let me know you. We could be great friends if you give me a chance.”

“You have to promise not to pity me.”

“I promise.”

“My mum died shortly after I was born, and apparently my dad became abusive.”

“Oh, Rosie, I’m so sorry,” Draco let out.

“It’s okay. I don’t really remember him, but my sister does.”

“What about your brother? Does your brother remember it?”

“My brother isn’t his son.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s technically my Godbrother. After my aunt and uncles found out about my dad, they fought to take us in. Once my aunt and her husband had their first kid they decided that we needed Godparents so, it only seemed fitting that they would be my aunt's best friends family. We had all grown up knowing them anyways, and my sister and I had already been really close with their son since birth. How ever, last year my uncle died, so me, my three sisters, and our aunt, and our other uncle, my aunt and mum's brother, moved in with our Godfamily.”

“Oh, Rosie, I’m so sorry.”

“See, there it is. You’re pitying me, just like everyone else.”

“Rosie, I promise, that I’m not pitying you. I hate that all of that has happened to you, and I want to protect you from the world. If you’ll let me, I want to be your best friend.”

“I’d like that.”

LACY’S POV:

“How do you think she’s doing?” Lacy asked Cedric as they sat in the Huffelpuff common room.

“Lace, she’ll be okay.”

“I know. But I’m just so worried about her. She was so worried about being in a different house than everyone she knows.”

“Hey, Lace, she’ll make friends, okay?”

“I know, but Cedie, I mean you know how hard things are for her.”

“I know, Lace.”

“And I mean gosh, she’s so close with Uncle Remus, and I know she’s going to hate not being able to be with him and take care of him during full moons.”

“I know. But hey, she’s going to write to him. You know that. She’s going to be just fine. How about you go to bed? We can see her in the morning.”

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avalynlestrange · 6 months

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Bigger than the Whole Sky

Fred Weasley x Muggleborn!Reader

Reader: Muggleborn, Orphan, She/Her Pronouns, Able to get pregnant

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Warnings: This could be triggering, Death, mourning, depression, pregnancy, religion, implied smut (I don’t write smut yet), cravings, make yourself sad hours

Category: One-Shot, Songfic, Angst, Major Character Death

Summary: In which you deal with the loss of the love of your life and the gain of new ones.

Author’s Note: It took me awhile to write this one. I usually like to believe the fact that Fred was just playing an ill-timed prank. I wrote it in bits and pieces so it might seem clunky. The idea was sad and the execution miserable. It does seem fitting to post on Weasley Wednesday though. I'll make up for the sadness I swear!

Word Count: 3021

To The Library (fic masterlist) To The Kitchen (WIPs) To Midnights Anthology

To more Fred Weasley

No words appear before you in the aftermath.

As you held Fred’s lifeless body, you scream. Agony seeps out your pores. It burns traitorously on your skin. The tears pouring down your face is the kerosine that intensifies the fires of pain.

You know life isn’t fair but you feel cheated. For his family. For George. For yourself. He is meant to live a full life full of jokes and love like how he brings them to yours. How his eyes twinkles every time he would explain an elaborate scheme or every time, he would gaze upon you. How cold and glassy they are now.

You couldn’t save him. You can’t save him.

Amongst the chaos of the battle you were separated. That should’ve been the sign that something was afoot. But the spells whizzed all around. You didn’t find him until the victory. But you still lost.

Your body lays next to him. The whole hall quietly suffering. Most are looking at the rubble around them vacantly. Salt streams out your eyes and into your ears. Cause it’s all over now. All out to sea.

The door opens and you hear Hermione cry out. Hermione runs towards you. You had no energy to even turn towards her. You fixate on the ceiling that once reflected the skies and comforted you.

When Hermione realisesyou’re not one of the lost souls, she places a hand on your arm. You can hear Ron sobbing on the other side of his brother.

“Oh sweetie…” She tries to pick you up but you resist. Instead you curl up against Fred’s familiar form without his warmth. Your head resting on his chest without his beat. Hands around his waist without him mirroring the action.

Hermione and Harry peel you away from your heart. It’s heavy and being dragged across wreckage. However, it was already broken to begin with. They sit you down on a bench.

“You need to rest and be checked.” Hermione insists, “This has already been exhausting.”

When she hears no reply, she walks over to Madam Pomfrey and they both tend to your wounds. You didn’t even notice how many you had. Madam Pomfrey dabs on one of your deep cuts. You grit your teeth as nothing beats the excruciating stab of losing the one you love dearly.

You let both physical and emotional pain numb you, as you sit there staring blankly at that one piece of pebble amongst the larger rocks. It was flat and perfect to skip stones with. Fred would like that.

Fred would have liked that.

A few hours go by, Mrs Weasley offers for you to stay with them at the Burrow but you couldn’t bear to relive memories that would haunt you in every nook of that house.

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The night before Bill and Fleur’s wedding you snuck into Fred’s bedroom. The windows were closed so he bewitched the ceiling to show you the twinkling stars. He would do anything to make you happy and distract you, even for a moment, about what was to come.

“I love you, you know that?” Fred whispered. His arms enveloped you in a warm embrace. Your ear pressed against his body. His heartbeat was hypnotising. It calmed your worried state.

“I love you too.” You squeezed him. He had been trying all night to relax you. You hadn’t slept properly for days. Nightmares visited you every evening preventing you from getting the slumber you desperately needed. All scenes felt realistic. They replayed the same scene of losing Fred in the war. Then Fred would wake you up as you tossed and cried in your sleep.

You didn’t tell him about what your dreams were about. When he pressed you say it was you.

You think to yourself now that maybe if you did, he would still be here.

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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. He was bigger than the whole sky. Now there he lies in a box. Forever encased. There were so many words left unsaid. You are grateful for all the times you had spent together. Yet spiteful of the future you were robbed. You leave wildflowers atop his grave.

‘Please Apparate and tell us this is all one elaborate prank,’ you thought to yourself and it reminds you of the day you met Fred. It was on the first day of school when you heard commotion in the compartment next to yours. Two ginger haired boys coming into your chamber and telling you to act normal. That’s when your life took a welcomed turn.

You were inseparable ever since. Always seen around playing pranks and joking about. You realised you fell for him when he asked Angelina to ball and he realised he loved you when you arrived with another guy.

The two of you didn’t start dating until they left Hogwarts and you graduated. Even though you hadn’t been a couple for a long time, he was more than just a short time. You both knew it when he first asked you out that this relationship was forever. But it was severed short and now you’ve got a lot to pine about. You’ve got a lot to live without. You’re never going to meet what could have been. What should have been him.

You arrive at your shared apartment. You walk over to the side table and drop your keys. Taking in all the empty space; It all still feels surreal. There is no music. No crackling sounds of brewing experiments. No laughter. No Fred coming out a corner to jump scare you at any time like he occasionally did.

‘Gotta keep you on your toes babe,’ his voice echoes in your mind as you head over to the bedroom.

You settle in bed and cover yourself with the duvet. The darkness is a barrier to the real world.

Day turns to night turns to day turns to night. You are a robot. Programmed to cry and sleep. Food taste bland, so you barely ate. The colours look dull, so you rarely go outside. Before you know it, the evening comes and you cry yourself to sleep once again.

You jolt waking from a strange dream. Rubber ducks, arenas, and pudding. It was very weird, and you are compelled to tell Fred before you forget the details. But as you reach for him on his side of the bed you’re met with the pillows you strategically placed as a pathetic replacement.

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?

Your muggle parents used to always talk to you of a higher power. How they prayed every night for protection and everything they were grateful for. You weren’t sure you believed the same, especially when this higher power took them when you were young but now you think to yourself, ‘Did some force take them because you didn't pray?’

You move and drop to your knees by the side of your bed.

Every single thing to come has turned into ashes. There is no reason to go on. You plead to whoever is listening that you’ll snap out of this by the morning, and this is just another nightmare.

No amount of weeping and pleading can undo the damage caused by second wizarding war. You know this. Even if you could, you know Fred wouldn’t approve you risking everything for him.

Hermione and Ginny find you the next morning frozen in prayer. They rush to your side. You lean on Hermione’s kneeling frame as you beg them. Your voice was coarse and brittle. Each word broken apart by sobs and inhales.

“Please… e-erase… him… from… m-my… memories… I… I… can’t… go… o-on… with… my… life… without… him...”

Ginny goes and comes back with a cup of water. She brings it up to your lips and tilts it slightly. The liquid feels stuck at intervals, but you take in more gulps. Trying to drown the emotions that haven’t truly dulled down cause it's all over, it's not meant to be. So you say words you don’t believe.

“I don’t want to remember him. I don’t want to remember us. Please.” You reach for your wand and thrust it to Ginny. She places it on the windowsill behind you. They embrace your stiff figure. Patting your back like a mother comforting her hurting child.

“You know we won’t do that.” Hermione swallows. “You know you don’t mean that.”

Ginny picks you up. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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“Do you think we’ll win?”

‘Do you think we’ll survive this?’ Is what you wanted to ask. Having already lost so many loved ones, it’s hard to imagine that you were going to survive. You barely paid attention in lessons. Too fixated on your other pursuits.

None of which you regretted. All of which involved Fred. Thank Merlin for DA and the order.

You were looking out of the window of his Aunt Muriel’s house. The moon was full and high. You had sneaked into the room Fred had shared with George, who was downstairs packing up orders to send off for their business. He insisted it couldn’t wait until the morning, however you know the reason is that he can’t sleep at night and packs with the radio on.

Fred didn’t reply to your question, so you turned and looked him in the eyes. Lovingly, he stroked your hair. Despite all the happenings, he never failed to make you feel safe in his arms.

“I think we should find a place near a lake. Then we can have picnic beside it every day.” He set the scene. “You can grow those flowers you love in the garden. Our kids would play about on open fields.”

You tried not to imagine it, but the picture was too sweet. It would be lucky to have a peaceful life like how Fred envisioned.

“I would love that very much.” You caressed his cheeks and he leaned into your hand. You both narrowed the gap between you on the bed.

He grabbed the fabric at your back and held you like there was no tomorrow. His lips feverishly played with yours as your bodies beautifully intertwined. As you relished in each other’s touch, you hoped that this wasn’t your last.

Your silent wishes that night weren’t granted.

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Another day in front of the toilet bowl. Vomiting and nauseous nearly every morning, you decide to make a doctor’s appointment for later today. You’re always so exhausted but that’s probably because you were crying yourself to sleep nightly.

You wash your hands and walk to the kitchen for some water. Gargling a few times, you make yourself the only breakfast that didn’t remind you of Fred. Music isn’t played and books aren’t read to ensure you don’t get triggered by the ghost of him. His items are now packed away neat in a storage cupboard you never open.

You don’t check on the everyone as often as you know you should. It feels selfish but you barely had any motivation to get out of bed except for needing to pee a lot.

Angelina managed to bring you out of the bedroom for a few hours to work on your resumes and post them out via her family owl. You received an invitation for an interview at St. Mungo’s. The interview is tomorrow, and your initial choice was to decline but Angelina gave you a long pep talk that you can’t back out now.

You take a taxi to your muggle doctor and the wait isn’t too long. Dr Garcia asks you what you’re there for and you tell her your symptoms. She asks you to pee in a cup. It confuses you but you comply. You want to be back in bed as soon as possible.

She then asks you to wait outside her office. When she calls you back, her demeanour is different.

“You have some news. I don’t know if it’s good news or bad news for you.” She starts.

You don’t brace yourself. Nothing could be worse than what you’ve already gone through - are going through.

“You’re pregnant.”

The words reverberate in your mind. Your heart starts to race, and the world starts spinning. You reach in your pocket and find a feather.

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“I swear he’s got it in for us,” you muttered quietly to Fred, when Professor Snape leaves the classroom.

“Of course he does! I mean we pull pranks on him a lot,” George replied. He motioned for you to pass him the spare rag in your hands.

“It wasn’t even me! I didn’t even do anything!” You sneered at the group of Slytherins that moved tables due to a particular loud explosion and mess on their side of your shared table. Cassius Warrington and his posse had blamed you for the incident and of course their Head of House believed their side of the story. You and the twins were given afternoon detention for the week and the task to clean up the goo that is all over your part of the classroom.

“I think it’s Snape’s turn for a trick this evening. What say you, George?” Fred turned to you and asked you the same question.

You smirked at him. “It’s like you can read my mind Freddie!”

Later that day, Professor Snape had dismissed you after your punishment.

“So I’ve told the team to cover for us so if anyone asks we are at Quidditch practice.” Fred informed you both as you sneek through secret passageways into Snape’s classroom.

You gathered all the cauldrons in the room and placed a stink bomb in each one. George then casted a spell to reduce their size. One by one you levitate the objects and hang them on the classroom lights.

“They should set off once the lights turn on tomorrow. Now let’s go!” George lead the way out.

You, however, was mesmerised by feather in a jar on Snape’s desk. The feather shimmered with cloud-like patterns. The hue of the colours shift from gold to electric blue to silver. It was quite beautiful.

“That must have been hard to comeby.” You state to Fred and told him that it must have originated from a thunderbird and shipped all the way from North America.

Fred had noticed and walked towards it. He unscrews the jar lid with ease and takes it out to give to you. He then makes the jar disappear.

“Here.” He placed the feather in your hands. “If he annoys you again just hold this and remember that I will always have your back and will always be with you… and that you have Professor Snape’s expensive thunderbird feather!”

You stroke the soft bristles, and it calms you. Fred was always by your side and will live on through your child.

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Months go by. You slowly develop a routine. A 9-5 job at St. Mungo’s. You and girls take turns to check up on each other and they bring you to the doctors. Weekly Friday family night dinners at the burrow.

Fred’s possessions and photos are back where they belong all over the apartment.

You no longer ask the sky to wake up from this new reality. You know there is no use. No magic or higher being can undo the past. Instead of begging for a rewind, you now pray nightly that Fred is in a happy place watching over you and your unborn child.

“I think he should be named after me. After all I’m the fun Uncle.” George passes you the bowl of roast potatoes. You’d been craving potatoes in all forms during your third trimester. Mrs Weasley had happily indulged them. Cooking potato pancakes for breakfast, potato salad for lunch and now roasted potatoes.

You had accepted her invitation to stay since Mrs Weasley would not accept a no for an answer. When the Weasleys found out you were with Fred’s child they were ecstatic. Your due date was soon. You had a lot to pine about. You have a lot to live without. But your family and friends have shown you that you have so much to live for. They have been your roots keeping you steady.

“We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl!” Angelina snickers.

“Then she can be Georgina or Georgia!”

Every one chimes in and state reasons why your child should be named after them. You roll your eyes at their comments and walk towards the refrigerator. Reaching for the juice, you smile as you see Ginny with baby Teddy in her arms.

“I want one!” She pouts.

“You’re too young Ginerva Weasley! You need to finish Hogwarts first young lady!” Mrs Weasley shouts all the way from the dining room. You hear Mrs Tonks agree.

You feel so blessed being surrounded by your family. All is well until a sudden pain courses through your body. The plastic jug in your hand drops and you feel liquid drip below.

“The baby is coming!” Ginny yells.

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Years go by and you watch as your daughters splash in a paddling pool by your cottage. Their ginger hair moves with the wind and their freckles clear in the sun. They remind you of the man you loved and still love.

“Look at them Freddie. They’re just like you.” You whisper to the wind, hoping they carry the message to him.

The twins are living up to their dad and uncle’s mischievous legacy. As they run towards you with water balloons. You giggle and join their fun.

It was evening and it was time for bed.

“Come on Frederica. It’s time for bed!” You call your darling.

“But I’m not Frederica! I’m Georgina!” She sprints and jumps into bed. But an eyebrow raise and a smirk from you, and she buckles confessing, “Only kidding Mum! I am Frederica.”

Her sister passes you a book for you to read them for bedtime. When you notice their breathing slow, you bring the duvet up to their shoulders and kiss them on their foreheads.

“What was Dad like?” Georgina asks, her eyes still closed.

“Oh honey, he was bigger than the whole sky.”

#fred weasley x reader #weasley wednesday #fred weasley #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fic #based on a taylor swift song #midnights taylor swift #make yourself sad hours #weasley twins

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cherry-pop-elf · 5 months

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Master List ✍️

((WIP duh))

Fluff: 🩷

Angst: 💔

Smut:🫦

Disability’s: ♿️

Platonic: 🫂

Hurt/Comfort: ❤️‍🩹

Triggering Topics:❌

Violence/Gore: 🔪

Weasley Siblings

Nickname Headcanons 🩷

Muscle Spasms Headcanons 🩷♿️

Reacting To A Tattoo Inspired By Them🩷

Baking Headcanons🩷

Safe This Night ❤️‍🩹🩷♿️

Kissing The Siblings 🩷

Reaction To SelfHarm ❤️‍🩹♿️💔❌

Reaction To Agere 🩷

Amortentia 🩷

Reacting to you saying you are pregnant 🩷

Reacting to you coming out as trans 🏳️‍⚧️ ❤️‍🩹🩷

What Nicknames they like to be called 🩷

Firebender Types 🩷

Bill Aka William

Unleashed 🫦 🩷

Percy

Work Load 🫦

Fred

Cold Hands, Warm Heart ❤️‍🩹

George Weasley

Morning Routine/X Wheelchair Reader 🩷♿️

Training/X Wheelchair Reader 🩷♿️

Disabled George Headcanons ♿️

Princess Treatment/X AMAB Wheelchair Reader 🫦 ♿️ 🩷

Angel With A Ticket/ KnightBus Reader ❤️‍🩹

Handsome Man: Trans George 🫦

Aquarium 🩷

Realistic 🫦

Curious ❤️‍🩹 🩷

Daycare ❤️‍🩹🩷

Every Perfect Curve ❌ 🩷

Happy Birthday To We ❤️‍🩹 💔

Cuddle Party 🩷

Fred And George

Pretty Rain Cloud ❤️‍🩹

Honey Wounds ❤️‍🩹 ❌

Birthday Boys 🫦

Ron

Home Sweet Home 🩷

Sirius Black

Honey, I’m Home! 🩷🫦❤️‍🩹

Remus Lupin

Big Bad Wolf 🔪 🩷 ❤️‍🩹

Newt Scamander

Late Night Cutie Pie 🩷

Charlie x Shouren

More🩷♿️

HPMA

Diary Of A Tavern Keeper 💔

Tall Glass Of Wine: Gridley X Reader 🫦

Shouren

Disabled Headcanons 🩷♿️

Need A Hand 🩷 ♿️ 🫦

What In Hell Is Bad?

Morax

Moment Of Peace ❤️‍🩹🩷♿️

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 1 month

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Hi! If it’s okay, If not, no worries! Can I please request a Fred Weasley (Fred lives au!) x Muggle!fem!reader oneshot where the Weasleys are taking care of a very pregnant Y/n when she and Fred (they’re married) come to stay for a few weeks at the Burrow. Like I can imagine Molly and Fred would not let her lift so much as a finger, they’d all be super sweet and Fred would be the best , most wholesome husband 🥺 Alongside this, the Weasleys are trying to help them pick a name for their baby girl, and Y/n & Fred tell George he’s going to be their daughter’s godfather 🥺💜

This is such a cute request!! I'll start it as soon as I can! Thank you for asking my preferences with requests, that was really sweet of you!

#harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #request

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emeritusemeritus · 7 months

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Baby Mine [George Weasley x Reader]

Title: Baby Mine

Pairing: Husband!George Weasley x wife!Reader, dad!George Weasley x Mum!Reader.

Timeline: Set after DH (no mentions of war, voldy and Fred is very much alive)

Summary: The birth of his daughter brings up many feelings in George, none more so than worry that his child would be upset by him being an identical twin.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, birth and children. Brief mentions of birth related injury. Illusions to breastfeeding. Mentions of sex but no descriptive smut. Just some lovely fluff 🤍

When you fell pregnant just two months after your wedding to George, you were both absolutely elated and ready to start your family. You had the regular concerns that any couple has about being good parents, money and all the usual things bringing a child into the world makes you question, but George was also secretly harbouring a fear that he hadn't told you about until well into your pregnancy.

"What if the baby can't tell me and Fred apart?" He said quietly one night whilst you were in bed.

You were absolutely exhausted, well into your second trimester and though your morning sickness had all but worn off, the tiredness had not. Just to complicate matters, you'd libido had gone through the roof and you couldn't get enough of your husband, despite feeling like you could fall asleep standing up for most of the day, as soon as sex was brought up it was like you'd had your daily allowance of caffeine all at once. That's how you found yourself in bed with a very naked and sweaty George after another round of passionate love making, both of you talking about your future and the baby as he cradled your bump, your little one kicking up a storm after your coupling, no doubt hearing your heart rate speed up.

"What if they cry because there's two of us? Or if they prefer Fred to me? Or what if they don't like Fred at all because it's too confusing for them?"

You turned in his arms to face him, which was not an easy feat at 23 weeks pregnant, to look up into his sad eyes as he disclosed his fear.

"It's stupid I know, most people have confused us at some point, even mum still can't tell us apart," he says with a sigh, "but this is different, our baby, I just don't want to confuse them."

"George, sweetheart," you said, reaching up to touch his face, "It might be hard for them at first but I'm sure they'll be able to tell who their daddy is. There will probably be some mistakes and confusion but you're very different, they'll just know."

Poppy Weasley was born in the early hours of a cold November morning and her whole extended family had been completely overjoyed by her arrival, but none more so than her Uncle Fred. Two days later when mother and baby had been discharged from the hospital and the new family of three were settled at home, her grandparents and uncle Fred had been the first to come to meet the little bundle of joy.

"I think she's suspicious of me," Fred says as he delicately holds the little girl in his arms, bundled up in blankets, watching her closely as she stares up at him with a slight frown.

"She's clever then," you tease as you sit beside George on the sofa, tentatively taking a seat as you were still very sore from birth. Fred looks up at you with a mock glare and you can't help but smile as you see him interacting with his niece, chatting and cooing as she wraps her little hand around his finger. You look at George beside you and it seems that all his fears had been momentarily forgotten as he watches his twin and his daughter meeting with misty eyes. You rub his arm a little and he gives you a smile, wrapping his arm around your back as he pulls you gently into him, placing a kiss on your head.

"Still so proud of you," he mumbles quietly, his arm stroking your back as he looks firstly at you and then back to your baby daughter.

Only a few weeks later when Fred was visiting yet again are George's fears completely erased as your sweet little girl starts getting hungry and restless. George had run out for a few things at the shop whilst Fred was on hand to help you but it seemed that he was no replacement for the real thing after all. You'd nipped to the toilet quickly and to get the breast pump you'd left upstairs when Poppy had started crying in her bassinet. Fred had instinctively reached in and gently lifted out his little niece, swaying gently as he cooed at her trying to calm her down but nothing seemed to work. You'd tried to rush and race downstairs, gathering all the parts you needed, but by the time you'd come downstairs, you saw that George had gotten home and was just taking his coat off. He hadn't seen you on the stairs and had stepped into the front room and taken his daughter into his arms without hesitation, cradling her and shushing her in the same way that Fred had only moments ago, only this time she stopped crying instantly.

"She clearly has favourites," Fred jokes as he sits back down on the sofa, watching his brother soothe the little baby. You watch as George simply shrugs, still cooing and shushing his daughter as she whimpers, before saying proudly with a smile, "I'm her dad."

A few years later just after Poppy's third birthday, the entire Weasley family were gathered at George and y/n's house for a summer evening barbecue, with little lawn games and a colouring table set up for the kids.

The younger generation of Weasley's had all been playing nicely when Poppy had accidentally slipped over on the wet grass and had grazed her knee. Immediately bursting into tears, she ran over to where she saw her daddy and ran straight into his arms, sniffling.

"Pops, I'm not daddy," Fred says gently as he tries to get her to look at him, not wanting to upset her further if she realised too late that he wasn't his twin. George had rushed outside once he heard his daughters cries and had watched her as she ran to Fred, anticipating more tears very soon.

To everyone's surprise and amusement, the little girl did not cry more nor get shy and embarrassed by her mistake but instead pulled back and looked up at her beloved uncle Fred and simply said' "you'll do," before worming her way back into his arms.

On Poppy's sixth birthday, they went to the local amusement park and had stopped for pizza and ice cream on the way home, something that was turning into a yearly tradition for the Weasley family. That night they would watch a movie that Poppy had chosen, complete with popcorn and pumpkin juice, just as she's requested. Fred had been working in the shop so that George could take the day off and had visited after the shop had closed, dropping off his niece's presents. She was worn out from her big day and after opening her presents from Uncle Fred, they had all started watching a muggle movie that she'd chosen, something animated that had her completely transfixed to the screen. They had paused the movie quickly so that Poppy could get dressed into her pyjamas and brush her teeth, getting ready for bed. When she returned, she immediately climbed onto the sofa and had began cuddling into Fred's side, her eyes slowly closing as the exhaustion from the day caught up with her.

"Baby, I'm right here," George says delicately from the other couch, again not wanting her to be embarrassed by cuddling up to the wrong twin.

Without missing a beat, Poppy had lifted her head gently, not even looking between the two brothers and had declared, "he's closer."

Truthfully, George's fears about his daughter being freaked out by the concept of her identical dad had been extinguished entirely by the time she could talk. She loved that there were two of her dad, told all of her friends just as much and had even taken to calling Fred 'uncle daddy'.

There'd been a few times that Poppy had mistakenly run to the wrong twin in her haste but it had never fazed her, feeling just as comforted by her strong uncle daddy who loved her just as much as her real daddy did. Other than the few times she's not been paying attention, Poppy had never confused her dad and Uncle Fred, always instinctively knowing who was who, even when they were dressed identically.

"How can you tell us apart baby?" George says as he sits at the kitchen table at the burrow with his mum, dad, heavily pregnant wife, daughter and twin. Molly had called Fred by the wrong name when he'd walked in and little Poppy had been quick to correct her, before running excitedly into her grandad's open arms.

"You smell different," a ten year old Poppy shrugs as she tucks into the food her granny Molly had made for her. You watched on with interest, seeing from a child's perspective how she could tell the twins apart, wondering if it were the same tells as you.

"Smell?" George asks, looking at his daughter in surprise, not expecting that to be her answer.

"Yeah, uncle Fred stinks!" She shouts with a laugh and you couldn't help but laugh along with her. Fred bursts out into a loud laugh before high fiving her across the table.

"It seems she really does have two dads," you'd muttered, sitting down with a cup of tea as you looked upon the scene around you. Fred beamed with pride as did George and you couldn't help but laugh at seeing the little girl sandwiched between the two twins.

When Poppy got married aged 25 to her Hogwarts sweetheart, she'd walked down the aisle linking arms with her dad, who had tearfully but proudly given her away. That night she danced with George in a tender moment that would be imprinted upon your brain forever, both of them swaying to the music. When the song was over, she'd instinctively reached her hand out to Fred and had danced once again with her uncle daddy, never leaving him out.

#emeritusemeritus #harry potter #emeritusemerituswrites #george weasley #george weasley x you #george weasley fluff #george weasley imagines #george weasley x reader

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writing-fanics · 1 year

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[ dreams and promises ]

Fred Weasley x F!Reader

[ warning ] angst : death

[Y/n]’s breath hitched as she entered the Great Hall. Cries echoed throughout the Great Hall. What was once the place where students sat and ate their food and chatted amongst themselves. Now reduced to an infirmary for the injured and or dead.

She looked around seeing familiar, lying in cots on the ground. Dried blood on their faces and cuts and scars. A tired and worn out look on their faces from having just fought in a war. That was still continuing.

She looked around for any sign of, Fred. Hoping.. praying that he’s alright. That he’d keep his promise like he did for all the years she’s known him for, to always be there when she needed him. Her heart stopped, seeing the Weasley’s crying over someone. Her heart started racing, seeing the all too familiar features, that red hair, that face.

He couldn’t

He promised

She limped her way over ignoring the burning pain, on her side, and her entire world came crashing down. Everything around her just became quiet, she couldn’t hear the cries of the Weasley’s anymore. She stared at his lifeless body, his eyes closed. He had a permanent smile on his face, as if in his final moment he was laughing from a joke he heard.

“Freddie?” She whispered, as tears brimmed her eyes. Looking at his face as she choked back a sob, “Y-You….promised..” She whimpered, as the realization hit her like a train. She’s never going to see him again. She didn’t even get to say goodbye..

He couldn’t leave her no.. not yet.. it isn’t fair. They were supposed to grow old together. Have kids, watch them grow up. And eventually have kids of their own..

She couldn’t breathe, as she gripped onto his clothes and wailed into his chest. “You…promised me- y-you said you’d be there for me..” She sniffles, cheeks puffy and eyes red. Cheeks stained with tears.

“Please, I need you.” She sobbed, as George wrapped his arms around his sister-in-law. She never had the chance to tell him, that she’s pregnant. She was going to tell him after the war was over and they won.

She needed him know more than ever, for their unborn child and her. But now she was widowed at such a young age, they’d barely been married for a couple of months. The pain in her chest was unbearable, they’d barely got to enjoy their married life for it only to be ripped away from them.

“Please..” She whispered, looking at Fred. Pleading that this was a dream, or some sick twisted prank. No, they’d never go this far. This was all real. She really lost her husband, father of their unborn child.

suddenly her vision became blurry not from the grief, but from a burning sensation on her side. “Y/n?” George mumbled, through the tears. Her breathing suddenly became labored as she leaned against him for support.

her vision became blurry, she couldn’t her George calling out for her. she couldn’t move, nor speak, she couldn’t feel guns hanging her entire body. All she could hear was the ringing sound in her ear as her skin turned even paler. She’s never felt more tired in her entire life. Maybe she could take a nap and maybe just maybe this was all a bad dream. and she’s wake up to Fred, making a goofy face. and so she closed her eyes a smile on her face.

Bonus

When [Y/n] opened her eyes a smiled immediately formed on her lips. She giggled, seeing her husband making a goofy face. She shuffled her way towards him in bed and he wrapped an arm around her waist. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips passionately, and she kissed back placing her hands on his chest.

A tiny head peeked their head up from the foot of the bed, and immediately ducked down. The couple smiled softly and pulled away from the kiss. Looking at each other they crawled towards the foot of the bed. Sneaking up on the three year old. Fred scooped him up and started tickling him.

“There’s my little prankster!” Fred laughed, and [Y/n] smiled watching this. “Mommy help!” Gideon Weasley II, shouted looking over at his mother who shook her head and joined in. The child laughters got louder. [Y/n] smiled, as she looked at her lover.

This was a way better dream

#fred weasley #Fred Weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #Fred Weasley x y/n #Harry Potter #Weasley #x reader #fanfic #angst #headcanons #fluff #romance

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