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The Bet- Fred Weasley x Reader

Y/n bets Fred that she can get him to admit his jealousy before the end of the week. It does not go how either of them planned. 

TW: none

Word Count: 2,900

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“You’re an idiot” George stated plainly.

“Hang on- what have I done already? It’s only 9 in the morning” Fred retorted.

“The bet”

“Godric, she works quickly. How does everyone know already?”

“Because you’ve gone absolutely mental thinking you can win!” Lee piped in as he sat down at the table, “Everyone’s talking about how badly you’re going to lose”

Fred’s mind drifted back to last night.

…

“What did he kill your grandma or something? Why are you looking at him like that?” Y/n teased.

“Like what?” Fred replied, with his eyes still locked on Draco.

“Hang on are you jealous?”

“No,” He argued, still eyeing the Slytherin boy, “How did he get ahold of your gloves in the first place?”

“I left them there after our one-night stand last week.”

“What?” Fred’s focus whipped to her.

“You are jealous!”

“I’m not! Just …concerned for your well-being. Did you actually?”

“Of course not you twat. I left them at quidditch practice and he picked them up for me,” She answered, watching as Fred went back to eyeing Draco, “Why won’t you admit you’re jealous?”

“Because I’m not”

“Right… Interesting”

“What is?” Fred finally relaxed as Draco went out of the room.

“That you are jealous, but you just won’t admit it,” Y/N replied as she shoved his shoulder playfully.

“I won't admit it because I’m not jealous,” Fred said pushing her shoulder right back, “Why do you care? I think you want me to be jealous,”

“Wanna bet?”

“On what?”

Fred was slightly anxious. Deep down he knew he was a little jealous. Protective even. But he knew if he admitted it, it would mean admitting his feelings for her, which he was NOT ready to do just yet.

“I bet that I can make you admit you’re jealous by the end of this week,” Y/n challenged.

“You’re on.”

“Good,” Y/n stuck out her hand for him to shake.

“Hang on,” Fred took a confident step closer, instantly making y/n hyper-aware of their proximity, “What do I get if I win?” Fred brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, clearly testing her.

“If you win,” Y/n whispered while taking another step impossibly closer, “I’ll do your potions homework for a week.”

She could feel his chest against hers now but she was not backing down now.

“But if I win,” she continued, “You have to ask me to the Yule Ball- In front of everyone.”

“Deal,” Fred scoffed and shook her hand.

…

“Drag it out as long as you can mate, I’ve started a betting pool” George held up a pouch full of sickles, ever so annoyingly.

“WHY is everyone so convinced I’ll lose?” Fred hissed.

“Because you’re head over heels for her! And because of that,” Lee pointed behind him. All the boys directed their attention to the front of the Great Hall.

“Bloody Hell” George laughed out.

There she was. Standing at the front of the great hall in all her glory was y/n. But instead of her usual sweater and jeans, she sported a tight black turtle neck with a leather skirt resting just below her mid-thigh cleverly directing everyone’s eyes down her toned legs covered by sheer black pantyhose wrapped up neatly by a pair of stunning black heels. She looked absolutely drop-dead gorgeous and much to Fred’s dismay everyone recognized it.

She was currently surrounded by a gaggle of third years, shamelessly trying to catch the older girl’s attention. But there was one specific person who made Fred’s blood boil. To Y/n’s right- stood Cormac, ever the overconfident flirt, making Y/n laugh. Fred couldn’t believe it. He almost, almost, stood up, but at the last second Y/N caught his eyes, so Fred sat back down and directed his attention back to his food.

“Oi! Fred!” Dean Thomas called, approaching Fred, “Are you and Y/N still seeing each other?”

“We were never seeing each other Dean,” Fred hissed through clenched teeth.

“Oh. So you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out?” Lee asked bluntly. George had the nerve to laugh at the 4th year’s audacity, earning a glare from his twin across the table.

“Go right ahead,” Fred approved.

“Wicked.” Dean hurried away towards y/n fixing his robes as he went.

“Have I mentioned you’re entirely, utterly, and completely stupid?” George reminded once more.

“Shut up.”

…

That afternoon Fred sat at the desk in y/n’s room patiently awaiting her arrival. She was supposed to meet him 10 minutes ago, but still no sign of her.

Five more minutes passed and Y/N finally rolled in. Amongst her hair sat a small red flower tucked behind her ear delicately.

“What is that?” Fred pointed to the improvised hairpiece.

“A flower. Dean gave it to me. Red for love or Gryffindor or some rubbish. I don’t know.”

“So now you’re flirting with Dean Thomas? He’s two years below us!”

“Not flirting Fred, simply accepting a gift. Why? Are you jealous?” She challenged crossing to lean on the desk near him.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Right,” She relented rolling her eyes, “Well then, ready to study?”

“If we must”

…

Some days came and went and pretty soon it was Wednesday.

How on Earth is it only Wednesday? Fred thought. He was miserable.

For the past three days, he watched boys trip over themselves just to get near Y/N. He didn’t think she’d carried her own books to class the entire week, not to mention the sweets on her desk had now grown to be a small mountain. It seemed everyone in Hogwarts was determined to make him forfeit. But Fred, just as stubborn as y/n, would not give in that easily.

Today was the Slytherin vs Hufflepuff game. Fred and George routinely made their way up to the stands to support their best friend and third favorite beater: Y/n.

“Bloody hell I’ve never seen the Slytherin stand so packed,” Fred commented as he pushed through the crowd.

“Not to put salt on your wound mate, but I think you know why they’re here” George replied making his own way to the front.

“Unfortunately I’m painfully aware.”

“You have to admit. She does look pretty bloody hot when she’s playing” George poked,

Receiving a sharp smack on his chest from his twin.

“Hey hey! I am not the enemy… Simply pointing out the obvious,” He added.

Smack

“Alright!!”

~~~

“That was mad!” Lee exclaimed.

“I’ve never seen Hufflepuff eat shit that badly” George added.

“Come on. Let’s go find her” Fred said. He may have been in a bad mood, but even he couldn’t deny that it was an amazing game for Slytherin. The boys journeyed down the stairs to wait for the team outside the showers. As they got closer Fred rolled his eyes at the sight before him.

“Sorry gents!” Fred loudly announced to the small village waiting outside the showers for Y/n, “Y/N has already left! Snuck out through the back. Looks like you’ll have to obnoxiously fight for her affections some other time,” he ended, clapping a few of them on their backs.

Fred’s call seemed to clear out most of the crowd including a very disappointed Dean Thomas.

“Right then, that’s better,” Fred sighed.

“You’re encouragable” George muttered.

“Are those my favorite twins I hear?” Y/N exclaimed as she exited the locker room. Her hair was damp and beginning to curl up from the shower and lack of a proper comb.

“That was bloody brilliant,” George congratulated as he hugged her tightly.

“That was a pretty gruesome game,” Fred said, abandoning his usual cocky persona for a more timid one.

“And here I thought you wouldn’t come,” Y/N cood as she crossed over to Fred.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Didn’t say you were”

George cut in, “Right, as entertaining as you two are, I’ve got a date with my pillow. Great game Y/n.” George clapped her on the back and made a quick exit.

“He’s right you know” Fred turned toward the girl.

“About what?”

“You were pretty ‘bloody brilliant’,” he mocked his twin’s tone.

“Thanks, It helped to have my good luck charm in the stands as usual,” she beamed at him.

“Yeah… Well, I’m off then,” Fred said beginning to leave.

“Fred!” She halted the boy, “Um- Well I just… Thanks for coming.”

“Yeah of course.”

~~~

The party was a rager. Gryffindor had just won the Friday match and it seemed like all of Hogwarts was celebrating. The common room was packed with people from all different houses dancing, chatting, and of course drinking.

There was only one rule to get in: you’ve got to wear red and gold.

Fred, however, made sure to deliberately leave that detail a mystery to Y/N. As usual, he had a plan. He figured that this being the last night of their little bet, she would be plotting a scheme of her own, so he would have to beat her before she beat him. His plan was simple: she would show up at the door, not wearing the required colors, and he would graciously offer him his jersey. With no other option, she would be forced to wear a shirt with a big fat “WEASLEY” on the back, easily warding off potential suitors. Now all he had to do was wait for her to show up.

And show up she did. His plan was right on track. She approached the portrait hole confidently; strutting up in an emerald green Slytherin sweater. Perfect.

“Ope, sorry love, gonna have to stop you there.” Fred said blocking her path, “Red or gold required to get in.”

“What?”

“Yup. No entry for green. Sorry darling,” Fred smiled at her oh so sweetly. Y/N tried to ignore the little flutter of her heart when he used that pet name for her.

“But you are in luck!” He continued, “I just so happen to have this!” Fred proudly pulled out and presented his jersey to her, thinking he had won.

“Mhm. Let me get this straight,” Y/n exaggerated, “You ‘just so happen’ to have forgotten to tell me the dress code, and you ‘just so happen’ to have a shirt for me, but it ‘just so happens’ that it has the word ‘WEASLEY’ plastered all over the back?” She saw right through him.

“Yup,” Fred popped the p of the word as he held out the shirt to her.

But Fred had made one fatal mistake, he had forgotten the very reason he fancied this particular woman oh so much: her boldness.

“Right,” She began to speak loudly, as to attract the attention of everyone in the room, “SO I CAN'T COME IN WITH THIS SHIRT, BUT IF I CHANGE TO RED OR GOLD I CAN ENTER?”

“Yes?” Fred hesitated. What was she up to?

“WELL FINE!” She exclaimed, and Fred watched in shock and might he say admiration as the next few actions unfolded in front of him.

Y/n reached down and proudly pulled off her shirt over her head, revealing a bright red bra underneath.

Fred gaped at her. He definitely had not seen this coming, but by god was that attractive. He didn’t know if it was her confidence or just the proximity to her shirtless chest, but Fred Weasley was truly at a loss for words.

“Let the woman in!” Someone shouted from the crowd, and Fred stepped aside to watch as she walked past smirking. How did his plan manage to go that badly?

“It’s alright mate you made a valiant effort,” George appeared patting his shoulder, “But if you do lose I’ve got five galleons on it. I suppose I could share some of the profit.”

“I need a drink,” Fred uttered.

“That’s the spirit.”

~~~

The party raged on, and it was getting dangerously close to midnight. Y/n knew she had to finish this and fast. Luckily, she had the advantage. Fred had been hitting the fire whisky pretty hard, and best of all Cormac had entered the ring once more.

“Hey,” Y/n said approaching Cormac, “You played pretty well, I couldn’t help but watch.”

Actually, she could. She hadn’t even noticed him. In fact, she was pretty sure she was transfixed with a certain Gryffindor beater for most of the game, but she put that aside for now. She was winning this bet.

“Hello beautiful,” He smiled. She internally cringed at his words but persisted.

“Can I sit?”

“Of course” Cormac shoved over to make room for her. Y/n glanced at the clock, getting slightly nervous. 11:30. 30 more minutes- time to be bold. She stole a glance in Fred’s direction, who unfortunately seemed distracted talking to Lee, and with a deep inhalation, sat directly on Cormac’s lap.

“Well hello,” he praised as he placed a hand on her thigh. She fought the urge to move it away and pushed onward once more.

“Hello,” she flirted, glancing back at Fred again. Still not watching. Fuck. Why won’t he look at her? Why won’t Cormac STOP looking at her? Abruptly Y/n became startlingly aware of her shirtlessness.

“You look quite fit tonight. Really a killer outfit,” he joked.

She laughed, LOUDLY, Too loudly to seem natural but it seemed to have caught George’s eye. She hoped he would deliver the news to Fred. The clock was ticking.

Carefully, she placed a hand on Cormac’s chest.

“So do you, but maybe that’s just the fire whiskey talking,” Y/n flirted.

Now it was Cormac’s turn to laugh. Smoothly, he moved his hand from her thigh to her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her chest felt so exposed up against his Jersey, but she had to keep pressing forward. The conversation was going slow, too slow. 11:45. Where was Fred?

“Tell me Y/n- was this bra for me? Or was this just a happy accident,” her brain was screaming at her to bail. To call the whole thing off. But she was so close, Fred would be here soon. She was sure of it.

“Well I-“

“Y/n.” Fred FINALLY cut in. “Can I have a word?”

~~~

Fred ushered her quickly into his room. 11:50.

“The hell was that?” Fred was seething, “Cormac? I knew you were stubborn but I didn’t think you were that cruel.”

“Why? Jealous?” She teased, not quite grasping just how angry he was.

“Why is this a game to you? Why am I a game to you?” Fred sat down facing away from her, raking his fingers through his copper hair.

Y/n was dumbstruck. What just happened?

“What?” She was thoroughly confused.

Fred continued from his seat, “This whole thing. Do you think I wanted to be jealous? Do you think that I like how unreasonably irritated I get when someone else wants to carry your books? Why did you have to go and embarrass me for it? I’m sorry I ever even cared for you like that.”

“Fred- like what? What are you saying?”

“You know well what I mean. It’s already painful enough knowing I’m just a friend.”

“Fred, I guess I’m confused I-”

“I’m in love with you alright? I was perfectly fine loving you in secret! Why did you have to go and mess it all up?” He confessed, his temper getting the better of him. “Just forget it. Clearly, my feelings aren’t that important to you” He stood quickly and headed for the door.

“Fred wait!” He barreled out the door and down to the common room attempting to weave through all the people. Y/n was hot on his tail. “Fred- wait- please- just slow down a minute!”

He continued to push through and out of the portrait.

“Fred!” She followed just behind him, but he didn’t stop. Barreling all the way down through passageways and tunnels until finally reaching the boat house. He stopped on the edge of the dock, and she followed.

“You twat!” She accused.

“Oh, I’m the twat? You’re ridiculous,” He scoffed, turning to face her to argue further, but before he could she cried out.

“Oh for fucks sake!” Roughly, she grabbed the collar of his robes and yanked him closer to her, planting his lips directly on hers before removing them again.

He stared at her shocked, and for the second time tonight, Fred was at a loss for words.

“Did you seriously think I did all of this to embarrass you? Fred, I’m in love with you! I just was tired of dropping hints all the time, so I was hoping this might push you to admit your feelings. I had no idea it would go this far.”

“You- you love me too?”

“Of course I do! Fred, you and I both saw this week, that if I wanted to date someone else I could. But I don’t, okay? Can you get that through your thick skull?”

He stared at her. She stared at him. Gingerly, he approached her raising a hand up to hold her cheek in his palm.

“Y/n?” He whispered.

“Fred?”

The boy slowly moved his hand to grab her chin and pulled her lips closer, but just before they touched he stopped. Smirking he uttered, “It’s 12:05. You owe me some potions homework.”

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered as she finally closed the gap between them.

The kiss was slow and deliberate. The new couple was savoring their first real taste of each other. He tastes just like caramel she noted as he lightly nipped at her bottom lip. Y/n reached up to his neck to pull him closer, but Fred broke the kiss.

“Would you like to take this upstairs?” He asked, “Although the dress code for my room is no red so you’ll probably have to take that off.”

“Prick,” She said with a smile as she brought her lips back down to his. 

#fanfic #fred and george #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter #reader insert #fanfiction #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasleyxreader #y/n #fluff #angst with a happy ending #light angst #friends to lovers

[rk-ceres]

Pretty Girl- George Weasley

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader (Season of love event) Fred Weasley x Reader(platonic)

Timeline: 6 months after the battle of Hogwarts

Summary: Reader gets injured in the war saving Fred's life, after the war she wakes up six months later and falls in love with George who has been taking care of her loooooooooooonggggggg ass fic. had an idea and ran with it mutual pining (strangers to)/friends to lovers I just thought this idea was cute

Warnings: no use. of y/n or y/h/n its just ____, written in first person, crass language, some dirty jokes here and there, nothing physical, slow burn, !FRED LIVES!, reader is a flirt, mentions of death in the war, reader looses a leg in the war, George takes on care taker role for Fred after he gets injured after he was saved by reader, and any others i missed

A/N: decided to take a stab at the season of love event that one of my favorite writers are hosting right now and half way through i really wished i made this a series but i guess this works better as a long one shot with room for more parts. Theres just so much you can do with this imho but it is what it is sorry for the long ass read it was just too much fun to write this ended to where i could add on parts if i really wanted too so if it seemed unfinished i dunno 🤷‍♀️

My eyes fluttered open and hissed at the light in the room everything hurt groaning out in pain as i sat up “oh good.. youre awake. I was getting pretty lonely being in here the only one conscious” Fred called out to me as i rubbed the eye that wasn't covered in gauze “not to be rude or anything but where am i?” i asked moving my hand to rub the back of my neck feeling the popping groaning in some relief throwing a leg over the bed “whats the last thing you remember?” He asked looking at me i rolled my eyes yawning out “I was fighting back to back with one of Percy’s twin brothers… i found him after…. After Penny died…im not sure which twin i was fighting with… i didnt have the time to pick out the differences. Or ask… we were outnumbered ten to three… the minister of magic came in Percy made a god awful joke…. Which we all shared there was an explosion that flew me and the twin i was with against eachother before the wall could come down on us i put up a shield…. And then everything went black” he shifted on to his side “it was me, you saved me.” He smiled “youre Fred?” i asked finally looking at him taking in his broadening smile obviously thrilled that he had someone to talk too “yeah. Im Fred. And to answer your question, youre in George’s bed. We’re at my flat in the shop” he explained “what am i doing in George’s bed in your flat in your shop?" i made a confused face "i know i didn't fall asleep after an intense love making session after a night in the pub so forgive me i am a little confused" i huffed "no. you didn't sleep with my brother. not yet anyway" he rolled his eyes speaking in an amused voice “youre in his bed because after you saved me. The ground gave way under you. And you fell through three floors of the castle, you scratched your face on the rebar on your way down. It missed your eye by a centimeter. I carried you to Pomfrey, You were in a coma for about five months almost six. I insisted that id be the one to help you recover and with your physical therapy after you saved my life. My Fiancėe Angelina would’ve taken care of your injuries for me since you know… im a guy and youre a chick. Then i went and got myself blown up by Bellatrix trying to save my sister… I failed her and now? we’re in the same boat. George turned his room into our recovery room since its the biggest of the two. Angel even agreed to it. Shes really grateful to you. She and mums been taking care of your chest wound seeing as how youre a woman, George handles your eye and… and your leg.” he smiled filling in the details. “What do you mean my leg? physical therapy?” i asked confused furrowing my eyebrows pulling the blanket off of my waist i looked down at my legs to see my right leg had been amputated above the knee “Madame Pomfrey had to take it before you succumbed. Part of the wall fell on it and it was irreparable. I killed the death eater that did that to you” my eyes started to water breathing heavily because it looked like it was so close to killing me i was relieved that i was still alive "love... hey… calm down its okay” he tries to stand but winces falling back to his bed when a loud sob wracks through my lips “shit… GEORGE! GET IN HERE GEORGE NOW!” He yelled suddenly bursted through the door “she just woke up” he told his twin she started to dry heave he wordlessly pulled me into his chest “shhhhh youre okay love its okay.. youre safe.. youre safe.. Pretty girl youre safe.. Percy sat in here with you for two months straight” he cooed they stayed like that as he comforted me when i finally composed myself enough i pulled back slightly  “thank you” i whispered to him “sorry for ruining your nice shirt… i didnt.. i didnt mean to George” i said louder scooting back to leab my back against his headboard “dont worry about that beautiful, its just tears. im sorry you found out that way” he said softly kneeling by the edge of the bed

“Fred was supposed to WAIT to tell you.” He glared at his twin he smiled sheepishly “I didnt expect her to pull her blanket off!” Fred defended himself “that’s enough out of you Fred” he hissed “im George” he smiled at her gently "______ Barebone, I was a ______…" thinking back to my house in school "in your year. Friends with your brother he dated my best friend” “Penny” we said together and i smiled “youre sitting up on your own. Thats a good thing.” He smiled gently at me “is it alright if i checked your eye?” i bit my lip and nodded at him gently. “Can i borrow your owl to write Percy? I want to make sure he’s alright, we both lost Penny" i said barely audible “of course Pretty Girl let me just finish up here i'll get you parchment and a quill when mum and Ange get here” he chuckled He unwrapped the bandage on her face i hissed at the dull pain in my left eye “good… good love, dilation is good. Can you follow my finger for me?” He asked softly “you're tracking well with your left eye sweetheart.” He mumbled he softly covered my right eye with his palm “can you see anything lovely?” He asked “I see your nose… but its blurry” clearly unaffected by his testing of pet names and terms of endearment  he smiled “it looks like the cuts on your face will scar but Fred and I developed a cream that’ll make it go away in a month if you want to use it. I dont have to put the bandage back on… Is it okay if I check your leg?” He asked being extra aware with me being awake and aware of everything he got consent before making physical contact and i nodded not minding the physical contact he slowly cut away the bandages “any pain?” he looked up at me with his green eyes  “just my side” i whispered “yeah, Fred and Percy said you hit a lot of rebar going down after the wall. I’ll let mom and Ange know to up your healing regimen on your side" he sighed looking back at my leg "so wanna tell me why im in your bed and not in St Mungo's right now?" i asked "y'know men usually take girls out to dinner before having their way them in their bed... with their brother watching... never been one for exhibitionistm you know" i teased he snorted "that'd be the voyeur's fault" George winked pointing back to Fred teasingly "thanks for saving him by the way. don't worry Madame Pomfrey stops by every two weeks and she trained both me and Mum to take care of your daily needs. You're in good hands Angel" He added “incision looks good, you can start using the wheel chair youre a little ways away from getting a prosthetic” he smiled “George dear its time to change her….” “Shes up mum” George smiled “I’ll come back in a few minutes with lunch and your potions. I’ll send a quick Owl to Percy as well” He stood up after wrapping her leg then leaving the room giving the women privacy

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“Afternoon love. You look stunning today” Fred smiled when Angelina gave him a lingering kiss "get a room Voyeur" i stuck my tongue out at Fred he let out a fake offended gasp at me "excuse me ma'am, YOU'RE the one watching ME doesn't that make you the voyeur" he protested "well look at the kettle calling the cauldron black" i retorted "ooh you're just as annoying as..." Molly quickly cut him off before he could mention Ginny pulling the divider so he couldn't see her disrobing “heavens Angelina you're fine shes awake” Molly smiled “Molly Weasley love, ive been taking care of your side. Angies been helping while you were under” she smiles at me "_____, but George has been calling me Love, Pretty girl, Beautiful, Sweetheart, Angel... basically any pet name he can think of. quite endearing" i said with a small smile taking off the hospital gown they put me in “im Angelina, I wanted to thank you for saving my Fiancé” she gently taking off the bandages on my chest “it wasnt an issue I think he returned the favor and then some seeing as how he got blown up just seconds after i saved his behind” i chuckled glaring through the divider "I HEARD THAT BRATT! its not my fault that Bellatrix was a crazy witch out for blood" Fred protested "i fell through three floors for you. i get to have this!" i protested back “he didnt have to do much convincing. George was going to ask you to Yule ball, and any one who keeps that dingleberry alive is a friend in my book” Angie smiled breaking up the sibling squabble we were having “lift your arms for us?” Molly asked when Angelina finally got the bandage off “he was going to ask me to the ball?” I asked wincing when my arms came up armpit height dropping them slightly “ive got you girl” Angelina caught my arms and lifted so Molly could repair the split skin “yeah, he was. George wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks then McClaggen beat him to it. Sulked for weeks on end” Angie shook her head in amusement "he wouldnt stop moaning about it either" Fred chimed in "he was worse than moaning Myrtle" you could hear the disgust and teasing in his voice “thats sweet. He probably would’ve been a better choice. McClaggen was an arse” i smiled “your cut seems to be healing well, looks like you still have that infection. I’ll add the antibiotics back into your medicine” Molly smiled as she wrapped the bandage back around my chest taking down the divider again Fred promptly flipped me off where i just stuck my tongue out at him again

“Alright George, Fred, we’ll be off” Molly smiled “see you later love, have a good day at work. mum” Fred kissed Angie “call if you need anything George” Angelina smiled he nodded “Take these” George handed her the potions he sat on his bed next to her as he held the empty ones and handed me the full potion phials “how you feeling Pretty girl?” “Like i fell three floors out of a castle” i gagged drinking the potions that tasted exactly like feet "ugh you think that theyd be kind to people who almost die" i choked out  he chuckled “i would’ve said yes by the way” he cocked an eyebrow a me “Ange told her that you were going to ask her to Yule ball” Fred filled in “i wouldve said yes, McClaggen was a dick” i handed him the empty phials as he handed me the full bottles “we can go dancing later if you wanted too, i enjoy dancing i usually go to the muggle clubs on 5th. They have salsa nights, or ball room dancing. You know. to make up for the ball” i smiled his blush grew “i might just take you up on that when youre ready and comfortable enough on your new leg” he fell into a playful flirtation “even with one leg sir, i can out dance you” gaining a laugh from Fred “if youre already joking about having only one leg what was all that crying about?” “FRED!” George tried to scold “Honestly?” i cut him off looking to Fred “i was just glad it was my right leg. I had a bad tattoo that i had to get removed. Someone shouldve told that eater he didnt need to go THAT extreme” i jested “tattoo?” George asked “it was a swallow. It used to match my mom. honestly it really was a bad tattoo” i smiled “you think the healers would let me get a peg leg? OOH! I could even get an eye patch!” They both erupted into laughter “nah im just pulling your right legs since you know i dont have one” “alright alright stop!! It hurts to laugh dick head!” “HEY! Its peg leg to you! I dont have a dick. Or a dick head for that matter. But i will have a fake leg.” i yelled at Fred playfully he just laughed harder at that “ARG MATEY!”  The three share a laugh George catches his breath “who wouldve known you were so funny” he gave her a toothy grin that turned into a closed mouth smile “i make light of bad situations. My brother, ____. He used to call me sunshine and sing this stupid muggle song ‘ive got sunshine… on a cloudy day… when its cold out side, ive got the month of May….’” i laughed “my girl. From the temptations. He used to call me sunshine” “who knew you could sing” Fred Jested “i cant. But he could” i smiled at Fred “you have a brother?” George asked “Had” i smiled “took a curse for me told me to go find mum and dad, Dad died outside the room of requirement, protecting firsties. And my mom… she was tortured near the beginning.” i smiled sadly “Ginny ended up passing too” he smiled sadly she gave him a sympathetic smile squeezing his hand “i was crying because it looked like it came this close to crushing me entirely and for some reason im still alive. Something from the grace of Merlin im alive, i was happy that im Alive” i looked at George who was looking at me with a guilty expression

“come on handsome… wheres that pretty smile you had on for me i worked hard for that you know. Im not a good flirt. I was hoping youd lead, and hopefully ask me to dinner or coffee if i played my cards right. Its not every day someone as pretty as you are is willing to take care of me to laugh with me or at me” i reached up to his face he leaned into my touch chuckling completely red in the face “im okay, we four knew what was going on and what was at risk im okay. Promise.” i smiled softly at him he smiled “Handsome huh?” “You called me beautiful when im obviously a mess.” i shrugged he started smiling again she noticed his dimples and the way his cheeks creased and my face heated up “theres my pretty smile… you have really really pretty eyes… and dimples…. Did i mention i have a thing for guys with dimples.” i smiled rubbing a thumb on his cheek he looked down and back up to my eyes trying to find the right words “youre pretty even if youre a mess” he smiled softly “yep thats it. Ive decided. Youre the handsome twin.” “HEY!” Fred protested “take that!” George smiled laughing at triumphantly like that was an argument theyve had multiple times Fred who was pouting crossing his arms over his chest “youre the nicest twin” She smiled at Fred “acceptable” he smiled at me “im going to get your lunches” he smiled to them “thank you. Can i use your owl again? I need to owl gringots. Get some money for rent and food and care” i muttered to myself “no need. All taken care of” Fred said “you saved me. You dont pay for shit when in our care” he shrugged ending the conversation “do you really want a peg leg?” Fred asked out of the blue “i’ll take what i get.” i shrugged. “At least let me help with groceries” i huffed annoyed “once a month” George bargains “Zero times and shes happy about it” Fred protests “Three times but i let you pay for my prosthetic” she countered “no times, we pay for the prosthetic and she gets what she wants at the shop” fred demanded “we pay for your prosthetic, twice a month, you transfigure your own room, personal care supplies fully yours” George offered “thats a deal i can live with… did you just ask me to move in with you without you asking me out on a date first? When can i expect a proposal? Or should i ask Percy to bring Kingsley and skip to ‘I do’” i smiled at George and he flushed 50 shades of red as Fred snickered “you say youre not good at flirting but this is the third time youve rendered Georgie here speechless” Fred laughed she looked at Fred as he looked back at her “i cant help it i almost died, and lifes too short for me to keep being shy. Theres a first for everything right? Who wouldve known the first man outside of Percy and you i try to actually talk too would flirt with me. He could be my first love, my first actual relationship maybe. He could be my husband one day. Quit butting in youre ruining my shot i dont know how many of these i have you know. Mangled face and peg leg. I wanna get it right the first time! Who knows. Maybe if i flirt enough i’ll get him to fall completely head over heels in love with half of a girl i used to be Perc always told me to put myself out there. What a better time then now?” i shrugged Fred laughed “im not butting out Maam we share a room! Theres no possible way for me to butt out your business IS my business! And with the way youre going Love" Fred called out the way George would say it "he’ll be in love with you by the end of the week” Fred snickered George just shrugged “i had a crush on you in 5th year.” He looked at me it was my turn to be rendered speechless “you wont have to work too hard to make me fall for you Pretty Girl we're already half way there” he shrugged leaving the room leaving me speechless

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A month had passed Fred was able to start his Physical therapy and Molly wasnt coming by daily anymore “FUCK!” Fred screamed “come on Freddie you can do it!” i cheered him on from my seated position on the bed  “it feels like my insides are going to spill out” He whimpered clinging to Georges shoulder “two more steps Freddie. Just have to make it to the chair” George encouraged “FUCK FUCK” he groaned “almost there Freddie youve got this!” He slowly took another step as i cheered him on "come on Freddie boy make that chair your bitch" i teased  he looked at her and smiled “thanks love.” He smiled taking another step reaching the chair “alright good good sit rest. We’ll go back to bed in 5” he smiles at his twin George looked at me with a smile “time to check my stump handsome?” i looked up to George “yes pretty girl. Time to check your leg, and your eye” he smiled i removed the blanket hissing as she moved further up the bed and turning to throw my leg off the side he sits in the stool next to the bed “any pain?” He asked as he looked at my eye with the flash light “just my side. I think your mom said it was an infection again. Apparently my core isnt strong enough to battle muggle infections.” i shrugged “follow my finger” i watched his finger as he moved it “sometimes it feels like my leg is still there and and its like a sharp pain. But its not there and its weird” i talk as he covers my right eye “i can see your face” i smile at him “she woke up screaming last night” Fred said to the air “she said she was fine her leg just hurt” “why didnt i hear the scream?” He asked as he unwrapped the leg “she casted a muffelito on the room before she fell asleep” Fred ratted her out “tattle tail” i stuck my tongue out at him “brat” he hissed back “Baby!” She teased “toddler!” He yelled back “you have crappy hair!” i crossed my arms over my chest “TAKE THAT BACK!” Fred yelled “MAKE ME YOU CRIPPLE!” George laughed at the banter "PEGLEG!" he stuck his tongue out at me "you two are toddlers" George rolled his eyes  “i… have nightmares. I didnt think it was an issue” i said as he looked at the leg “youre healing fast. Should be able to take the staples out soon, we’ll call madame Pomfrey to come fit you for a prosthetic. Tell me if this hurts” he said as he gently massaged my thigh above the stump i gasped as he gently squeezed “feels great” i said breathily “teach me” i whispered to him he smiled as i placed my hands over his he looked back down putting his hands over mine as he moved my fingers showing me how to ease the pain of the lost leg “it wont hurt forever…” he said softer i smiled at him “thank you George for doing this for me” i looked down “hey. Its handsome to you, Pretty girl, you saved Fred. Its the least I can do.” He kissed the top of my head “youre the kindest person I have ever met… and id get myself crushed over and over again if it meant I got to meet you all over again George. You’re making me fall for you. Is this one sided? Dont make me out to be a fool” i whispered in his ear gently kissing his cheek, his eyes widened in shock at the forwardness and tenderness this girl had for him they’ve only known each-other for about three months at this point he cleared his throat taking his hands off her leg “he's blushing like an idiot again! what did you say to him!” Fred who was watching intently with a bag of crisps “did you accio a bag of crisps?" i furrowed my eyebrows “its not every day i have a front row seat to my brothers love life. There i answered yours now answer mine” Fred rolled his eyes “I told him I thought he has pretty eyes” i fibbed they both know i did he raised an eye brow at me George still staring with red on his cheeks i shrugged

“i didnt lie. He’s…." i blushed looking down “nevermind” i turned over in bed facing the wall he leans over placing a hand on my hip gently and kisses my cheek “youd never be the fool when im with you. Its not one sided. Im the fool love made a whole career out of it. But im also a fool falling in love with the sweetest most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and I’m the lucky one to get to take care of her” he whispered into my ear he pushes off the bed “WAIT WHAT DID HE SAY!!!” Fred groaned eating another crisp “thats for her to know. And you to find out NEVER” George said walking toward him “Come on Fred, lets get back to bed” George hoisted him up after putting the crips off to the side “i was eating those!” He pouted “sod the crisps you need to do this pt!” George yelled gaining a laugh from _____. A month had passed since then, “Afternoon Pretty girl, I need to check your stump” he smiled setting my plate of food on the dresser “we can get Pomfrey in here to measure you for your leg soon. And your physical therapy with Fred and I” i smiled back “can you massage my leg handsome? Its starting to hurt again….” i whispered “alright love, just for a little” he smiled she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror i frowned as Fred met my eyes mood immediately dropping “I gotta get down to the shop before Lee bites my head off.” He smiled at me and i returned it “have a good day at work Handsome” “thank you pretty girl” he smiled when the door closed my smile faded as i stared into the mirror tears formed in my eyes Fred looked at her concerned “you okay Love?" Fred whispered “I miss my brother” i sniffled “he always knew what to say” “well im not your brother but im in need for a sister… if youre in need of a brother… i think we both qualify to fill each others open positions yeah?” He asked i turned to him looking at him with tears in my eyes “teach me what to say, let me be your brother love" He looked at me with gentile eyes

“tell me im deserving pf love even if im broken and ugly” i mumbled he was taken aback he took in a breath and smiled “love, you’re gorgeous, George sees how pretty you are and youve got him whipped. You deserve him and the love he wants to give you trust me” hours passed when George walked in with our dinners light sniffles could be heard from the other side of the room my back was turned to him he looked to Fred who just gave him a tight lipped smile and walked to the other side of the room after handing him his plate he set mine down next to my un-touched lunch plate on the bed side table “hey pretty girl…. What’s wrong… you in pain?” i shook my head no “what’s wrong beautiful, tell me what’s the matter how can I make you smile again?” He cooed softly “Dont lie to me” my voice hoarse like i had been crying for hours he reached to wipe away a tear ”what do you mean I’ve never lied to you Beautiful” hurt hit me square in the chest “you just did. You always do.. mangled face, missing leg. I stare at the girl ive become all day that mirror haunts me my own reflection is a reminder that im alone. And im no longer beautiful and its sickening you dont have to keep flirting with me because you feel obligated to. No one wants someone like me. Not anymore im not pretty and im definitely not beautiful. I have no one. No ones here” i sobbed more closing my eyes sniffling “I miss my brother. He would be in this bed with me. Holding me. Telling me to cheer up sunshine the worlds cloudy and gray without you please sunshine smile for me? combing through my hair like he always did holding me together while I fall apart but hes gone. My mums gone. My dads gone. I havent slept in four months the nightmares keep coming back and I just want to cry I cant be the girl that flirts twenty four seven with a guy thats too polite to tell me that it makes him uncomfortable when this is all over im going to be alone again just let mw grieve the loss of my leg, my family, and my face. I have no where to go. All I have is an empty house my best friend died, my leg hurts twenty four seven and I just need to be sad for a few hours can you leave me alone for a few hours I’ll be normal again in the morning I dont need your pity” he continued to wipe the tears off my face as he processed what i said “im not going to stop calling you pretty, and beautiful because thats what I see when I look at you Angel, I mean look at you love…” he said softer “just look at you….. i cant take my eyes off of you… youre just too good to be true the sight of you leaves me weak there are no words left to describe how pretty you are sweetie”  lifting my face in his cupped hands “youre stunning you leave me breathless, all those things you just mentioned are fixable, love, half of what you said isnt true, you really think that Fred and Angelina is going to leave you alone after youre all healed up and better? Youve got another thing coming. Theyre never going to stop you have friends. Percy’s been here every day since we owled. Fred and Angie made it clear youre their person” he smiled softly “im not letting you go either im afraid youre stuck with me you still owe me a date, and a dance” he whispered standing up and draping a blanket over the mirror i cried more as she felt the bed dip behind me he pulled me into his side one arm under my head one on my torso pulling me on my back fingers immediately going to y hair “if you needed someone to hold you. You could’ve just said so I would’ve done this ages ago if you needed it” he brushed his fingers through my hair humming softly

“and you dont have to say anything to me at all. I flirt with you because I enjoy flirting with you. You make me happy and light, you render me speechless and no one. And I mean no one can do that. But you can, thats why I do what I do you dont make me uncomfortable love. I miss Ginny too. She was a spitfire and its hard not having her around anymore, and if its alright, I want to hold you while we cry about our siblings yeah?” He asked i turned on my side draping an arm over his torso “im sorry about Ginny… her and Luna were really nice to me” i sniffled “I need you to eat for me… I’ll eat with you.” He pulled the roll off of my plate, ripping it in half handing it to me “im sorry about your brother Pretty girl" he whispered as he ate making sure i ate some of the food as well

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A few hours later i let out a yawn d he started to get up out of bed my arm tightened around him feeling safe for the first time since ive woken up seven months ago “stay…” i said softly his shirt balling in my curled hand “please stay tonight” i whispered he let himself fall back into the bed “Darling wha… what do you mean?” He asked softly “Sleep here… in your bed…. I…. I need sleep…. And im scared to….. theyll come back and haunt me” i whispered “mate she hasnt slept in months i stay up with her as long as i can but i always pass put.” Fred piped up blush spread across my cheeks and i let him go flipping over to my other side embarrassed that i needed someone to make me feel safe enough to sleep “nevermind its stupid forget i said anything” i sniffled he simply reached over and turned out the light “i’ll stay for as long as you need me to stay Pretty girl" he kissed the top of my head again pulling me back into his chest his arm under my head curling back to put his hand in my hair other hand engulfing mine “i’ve got sunshine…. On a cloudy day….” He sung softly twirling my hair in his fingers “when its cold outside, ive got the month of may.. well i guess you say what can make me feel this way” she fell asleep holding onto his hand tightly

“George dear” Molly called out “SHHHH!” Fred said getting out of his bed hissing in pain “let them sleep for a little while longer this is the first shes sleeping since she woke up” he looked back to the girl who hid her face in his twins chest “lets go talk outside” Fred smiled one last time at them sleeping before throwing his arm over his mom and leaning on her for support as they walked out of the room shutting the door lightly

three hours later my eyes fluttered open looking at his sleeping face our lips were so close i bit my lip as his breath fanned over my face a surge of confidence emerged heart hammering against my chest i leaned up and gently pressed my lips to his, his brows furrowed as he stretched slightly pulling me impossibly close to him eyes fluttering open “i….. im sorry,. I didnt know what came over me i shouldve asked fir…” i was cut off by his lips on mine the kiss was soft and slow “goodmorning pretty girl, thank you for the amazing wake up” he murmured against my lips kissing her again “dont be sorry beautiful, ive been waiting for that” he cupped my face with his hand my face contorted in pain “thanks for staying” “i told you already baby… im here for as long as you need me to be” i let out a tear “whats the matter pretty girl? Nervous about your new leg?” He asked softly “im actually really excited for that really. Its just that my leg hurts… and its not even there anymore” i cried softly  “it wont hurt forever…” he said softer “i barely have pain in my ear anymore” he smiled showing me his missing ear she reached up and stroked the hair that fell onto the hole on the side of his head “i still think youre gorgeous Georgeous if you will.. ear, or no ear youre perfect to me… so perfect and kind and caring…” i whispered as i kissed the side of his head where his ear wouldve been his eyes widened in shock at the tenderness of this moment, just for him. He chuckles “only you would make that play on words huh? so cheesy Baby" he rubs my cheek with the pad of his thumb “baby youre so beautiful, and i want you..” he whispered moving his face closer to mine “leg or no leg i think youre amazing, smart, funny, and kind. Unbelievably beautiful and i dont think you should use the cream on your scars, it shows just how strong you are they dont define you or subtract from how i see you. And i would love it, if you’d accompany me to dinner when youre able to, i’ll ask again later when you get your leg and i help you learn how to walk again i want you” he whispered softly massaging my stump as he talked my eyes widened “i guess what im saying is i need you here with me… in the flat.. with me.. everyday youre the first thing i ever want to see and talk too when i get home from the shop youre the first thing i cant wait to see when i wake up… and i need you to stay here with me? Please? I promise you i wont hurt you.. just stay with me and i’ll take care of you.. whatever you need. Angel, please  ive never felt this way about anyone im in love with you Angel please... stay" he breathed out looking at me his arm snaking back up and around my waist tightening around me “im in love with you too George, and... and i want to stay with you.. you and Freddie...” i whispered he kissed me deeply it was a hungry and needy heated kiss the hand around the stump tightened as he pulled me even cliser to him putting the stump over his hip “baby i love you” looking into my eyes kissing me again

@george-weasleys-girl

#george weasley #george weasleyxreader #george weasley x fem #george wealsey imagine #season of love event #wizarding war injuries #fred and george #weasley twins

[amortentiainmyfirewhiskey]

|in the name of fancy | (fred w. x fem reader)

requested: Can you do a Fred WeasleyxReader where they both like each other a lot but neither knows the other likes them but it super obvious to everyone. So George decides to pull some elaborate prank to get them together?

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.4k+

for: @highlyselectiveextrovert​

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 He was living in actual hell. There wasn’t any doubt about it, this was actually hell. George watched as his brother and (y/n) picked at their food, talking about the weather in the least casual voices ever.

 George hadn’t minded at first, he actually had thought it was hilarious in the beginning when his brother would blush by (y/n) just being near. Now it just pissed him off when Fred stuttered or did something stupid, hell it was actually embarrassing.

  (y/n) wasn’t much better but when she did it at least it was some what cute, Fred just looked like a twat. He would laugh a little to hard at something small or she’d catch him off guard and his voice would crack like he was 13. It was sad.

  George shared an annoyed look with Lee and there was a silent agreement that passed between them, they needed to get the two together before they jumped off the Astronomy Tower.

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 George and Lee flopped down on one of the Gryffindor common room’s overstuffed couches and watched the flames dance around in the fireplace.

  “ What could we even do?” asked Lee with a huff. He stared cross-eyed up at his bangs where his fingers with playing with the coils, watching with bored fascination as the curl would spring back.

  George didn’t respond right away, the cogs in his head were slowly turning as an idea blossomed in his mind, “ Bloody hell, I’m a genius!” he said jumping up.

  Lee sent him an incredulous look, “ What is it?”

  “ I’m a simple man, Lee-”

  “ Bullshit,”

  “ - and so is my plan!”

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  (y/n) held her books closely to her chest as she made her way to the library, she was supposed to be meeting her friends so they could begin studying for their potions exam Friday. She rounded the corner but immediately halted to a stop as to not run into someone.

  She looked up and felt her stomach do a flip of excitement to see Fred, she needed to get a fucking grip for God’s sake. He was her friend first and foremost. She hadn’t been able to have a simple conversation with him in two months. Every time they ran into each other it was like she wanted to run away, crawl under a rug, and scream.

 Fred’s warm brown eyes widened the smallest bit but he seemed to gather his composure somewhat, “ Oh, hey,” he said shortly, “ Heading to the library?”

 The slight lilt in his voice went unnoticed by (y/n). She nodded her head and let out a somewhat shrill laugh by accident. She bit her tongue and fought the urge to hurl herself out the nearby window, “ Er, um, yeah,” she chuckled.

  “ Potions?”

 “ Yeah,”

 They sat in awkward silence before (y/n) spotted her friends down the hall. They stared at her with pained expressions on their faces, obviously having bared witness to her and Fred’s interaction.

 “ Oh my friends are here, I’ll see you at dinner?” she said quickly with a smile she hoped wasn’t deranged looking but cute.

 He nodded his head fervently. “ Definitely!” he said a little louder than intended.

 She sent him one more smile before meeting her friends halfway down the hall. Fred walked off in a hurry and the farther away he got from her the easier it was for him to breathe, ‘ That was fucking horrid,’ he thought to himself as he stepped into the Gryffindor common room.

 The redhead flopped down in one of the crimson chairs and dozed off, he didn’t know how long he’d been out but he was awoken by Lee bursting into the common room.

 Lee looked around frantically before his eyes landed on Fred. He charged toward him and Fred held up his hands, “ What the hell are you on, Lee?!” he shouted.

 Lee stopped right in front of him, his chest was heaving and little beads of sweat ran down his forehead, “ I-It’s (y/n),” he wheezed.

 Fred jumped out of his chair and pulled Lee upright, “ What is it, what happened, is she okay?!” he asked frantically.

 Lee coughed and nodded before clearing his throat, “ Peeves locked her in a broom closet and I couldn’t get it open,”

 Fred sprinted into action with Lee hot on his heels, “ Why didn’t you get a teacher?!” he barked behind him.

 Lee scoffed, “Oi! Where the hell is any adult when you actually need them?!”

 Fred ignored his friend who caught up to him and led the way.

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 George lingered behind a large stone pillar, watching as (y/n) and her friends left the library. After exchanging goodbyes (y/n) turned the opposite toward George.

  George to a few steps back, held his breath and spritzed water on his face. He then began running, almost plowing over an unsuspecting (y/n).

 “ (y/n)!” he gasped, “ I need your help, It’s Fr-Fred!”

 The (y/h/c)’s eyes widened before throwing her stuff down, “ Well c’mon, show me where!” she yelled shoving the redhead in his chest, telling him to get a move on.

 George turned around and explained to her how Peeve’s had shoved Fred in a closet and no matter what spell he used he couldn’t get him out. (y/n)’s face was panic stricken and George had to refrain from letting out an evil laugh.

 He was sure he was the smartest person alive.

 When they got to the broom closet (y/n) immediately took out her wand but was thrown off guard when George snatched it from and her and shoved her in the closet, “ GEORGE WHAT THE HELL-,” She didn’t get to finish before he slammed the door shut.

 George’s smile could have put the Grinch to shame and from behind a wall he heard Lee snicker. Lee stepped out from his hiding place, made eye contact with George and that was all it took for the two to let out the most diabolical laughs.

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“ GEORGE WHAT THE HELL-!”

 He slammed the door in her face and it was suddenly pitch black, “ (y/n)?” asked a familiar voice. The person casted Lumos and she was met with the face of one Fred Weasley.

 “ Oh my God, Fred,” she sighed in relief, “ You’re alright then?”

 Fred sent her a questioning look, “ Why wouldn’t I be?”

 (y/n) opened her mouth to speak but then their predicament made her throat tighten, “ Uhmm,”

 She basically ignored him and turned back to the door and struggled with the nob, “ George you bastard!” she screamed at the door.

 Fred chuckled, “ Can you blame them?” he asked before sitting down on a box, “ We have been pretty repulsive,”

 (y/n) spun around looking affronted, “ How?!”

 Fred sent her a knowing look, “ I fancy you, (y/n),” he said quietly.

 The girl in question heart dropped to her ass and her face felt like it was going to melt off, “ Oh!” she said dumbly,

 Fred tilted his head slightly and rested his face on fist, “ Would I be crazy to assume you feel the same?”

 Oh God she was going to explode. This was the day she was going to die. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and her stomach churned with anticipation and fear, “ I. . . I do,”

 There she said it, she admitted it, now what?”

 The two teenagers stared at one another for a moment before Fred stood looking down at her, “ Can. . . Can I kiss you?” he all but whispered.

 Of all the times she thought about kissing Fred it hadn’t been in a moldy broom closet, but hell who cares?

 She fought back a smile before nodding. (y/n) allowed him to put a hand at the back of her neck and the other on the small of her back. He swooped down and caught her lips in a desperate kiss that took her breath away.

 Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck as she pushed herself into him more. The kiss wasn’t intense, if anything it was what a first kiss should be.

Sweet, hesitant, and curious.

After a moment they pulled apart. Both were a little out of breath but stupid smiles rested on their faces.

“ So. . . what should we do to Lee and George?” she asked, placing a hand on his forearm.

 There was a devious glint in Fred’s eyes, “ Not sure, “ he began, “ After all, it was in the name of fancy,”

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 a/n: new account, old one is @themissinghippogriff​

also sorry this took so long, i was depressed real hard

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[themissinghippogriff]

Can you do a Fred WeasleyxReader where they both like each other a lot but neither knows the other likes them but it super obvious to everyone. So George decides to pull some elaborate prank to get them together?

yeah so this is from 2019 … well if u still want it i posted it, and tagged u on my new account

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

The Grinch’s Heart Was Three Sizes Too Small

Request by @just-a-dreamer23: “  Hello! I hope that you are having a good day. I was wondering if I could request prompts #98 and #100 with Sirius Black but also prompts #7 and #14 with Fred Weasley if possible could the reader either be Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw? Thank you!!😄 “

Prompts: 7. “I look at him/her/them and I just..it’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.” + 14.  “You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

Character: Fred Weasley 

Warnings: N/A

Notes: Gif is my own, using my art of Fred Weasley which you can find on my art blog @artisticwarnug here. If you use please make sure you credit me and my art blog properly, that the ownership is clear as it is my own art and I would hate for it to be unclear that I made it <3 x

It’s implied that the reader stays in the Girl’s Dorm, but no pronouns etc. are used.

Susan Bones is a half-blood in this although, I don’t think we have a confirmed blood status for her.

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You groaned as you flopped down onto the bed within your dormitory, legs bouncing against the mattress. Normally any groans in your dorm would be due to the soft, fluffy mattress and wonderful mustard coloured pillows given to all Hufflepuffs, but not today. 

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” You jump at Susan’s words, fully believing you’d walked into your empty dormitory. At least you liked Susan, at least you were friends...it could have been Millicent instead. She would have surely lectured you on the way you laid down on your bed and the state of your hair. 

You roll onto your back and stare at the different grains of wood above your bed, contemplating whether it was a good idea or a terrible one to discuss your feelings openly. Susan was your friend, but feelings were so...complicated. Former, you decided, out weighed that latter, especially as you had this overwhelming need to share your woes.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley...” You sigh out at the mere thought of the boy. Fred Weasley was a thorn in your side, not because you disliked him, not because of the pranks or the cheeky jokes, but because you so desperately liked him that every wink and flirtatious remark sent you into a tizzy. 

You turn on your side to look at your friend, “I look at him and I just...you’ve read How the Grinch Stole Christmas, right?”

“Yeah, my muggle cousin made me read it to him, why?”

“Well, when I look at Fred it’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.” You expect a heartfelt, serious response at your confession and are instead met with Susan laughing loudly, hands clutching her stomach as she nearly rolls off of her own bed in a fit.

“Stop laughing at me, Susan! Susan Bones!” You don’t sound as angry as you wish though as laughter begins to slip into your own voice at the ridiculousness of comparing your feelings to a children’s Christmas book.

“Alright, Alright, I get it, that was stupid way of explaining it...but not inaccurate.” Whenever you saw Fred’s face, especially when he smiled like that it felt like your heart was increasing in size, like it was too big for your chest, like you couldn’t contain how much you liked him, how much affection you had for him. It was rather painful actually. This uncomfortable sort of feeling building. 

“So, Fred, huh?”

“Fred.”

“Have you ever thought of just...telling him?” She posits, legs kicking behind her, arms folded beneath her chin. Always a raised eyebrow. Susan always had a raised eyebrow for you.

“Why on earth would I do that?” 

“Because he clearly likes you back.” You physically pulled back, taken aback at the suggestion, the mere thought that Fred Weasley could like you.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Fred doesn’t like me.”

But the conversation stayed on your mind for weeks. Every time you saw Fred, every time he spoke to you, every little smile, every raised eyebrow, every wink, all brought you back to that one simple sentence; because he clearly likes you back.

It was even on your mind as you left Charms class, books held against your chest, shoes click-clacking against the stone floor of the corridor.

“Y/N! Hey, wait!” You didn’t slow your pace, not because you wished to avoid Fred and his calls for you, but rather because you knew his long legs and big strides would ensure he effortlessly caught up with you. Despite being one of the shorter Weasley’s, due to their stocky nature, the twins were still taller than you. 

As you predicted he soon was walking beside you. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, noting the way his tie was barely tied, the buttons haphazardly left unbuttoned, the messy red locks. Your heart did that thing again as your eyes caught on the freckles across his cheeks.

“You don’t need to walk with me, Fred, don’t you have Defence against the Dark Arts with Slytherin?” Perhaps it was telling that you, a Hufflepuff, knew his timetable, but you’d had it memorised from the third week into the school year...mostly because he kept telling you where he should be, but where he wasn’t in favour of walking you to your next class instead. You had decided that he felt some sort of joy in ‘forcing’ you to be in his presence, when in reality you rather liked his company. 

“I want to walk you, love. Walking you to potions is the highlight of my Tuesday.”

“Yeah, sure it is.” You scoff, not truly believing him. How could walking you to the dungeons be, in anyway, the highlight of any days of the week. You barely even talk most of the time, it was usually just a quiet walk. Not that you minded that, the silence was comfortable and while you certainly enjoyed Fred’s company, you doubted your own company was as enjoyable.

You kept walking, not realising Fred had stopped until a hand reached for your elbow to still you gently. You turned to him confused, after all the last thing you wanted was to be late for potions and Fred had never stopped you before. 

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” His lips are parted, brows furrowed, Fred looks at you as if for the first time he’s realised some great secret, as if what he has previously believed to be true has shifted.

“Fred, what are you talking about?” Your heart feels as if it might jump from your throat at the soft, but sad look pitched at you and you do not understand why he looks so sad, what had you said to cause this? 

As Fred steps closer you instinctively go to step back, but stop yourself. He is closer than he has ever been to you and you can see a little scar on his chin, so faint that you’d never noticed it before. 

“I want to walk you to class. I enjoy walking you class because I like you. I think you’re beautiful.” You can feel your eyes widen at his words, “I think you’re smart, witty, lovely in more ways than one and even though you’re a goody-two-shoes,” 

“Hey!”

He smirks at you, white teeth peaking out from underneath a half raised lip, “Even though you’re a goody-two-shoes and it would be terribly damaging to my reputation...there is nothing I would like more that to take you to Hogsmeade and call you mine, love.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You blink up at him, feeling some how like you knew what he was trying to say, but not confident enough to say it out loud. 

“Oh, for Pete’s sake, Y/N! He wants to snog your face off!” You turn your head to see George leaning back against a wall, somehow managing to evade your notice until this moment. 

“He’d know. He’s my twin after all.” 

“Will...I would like that. I mean not the snogging! But I...” You run a hand down your face as Fred and George chuckle, tossing a middle finger up at the latter. “I mean that....I would like to go out with you...sometime and I really don’t mind you walking me to class.”

“She means you make her heart grow three times it’s size!” 

“Susan!” You hiss at your passing friend, sure that Fred wouldn’t even understand the reference and sure enough he looked rather confused, head tilted to one side. “Does that mean you like me too?”

“Yes...I like you too...but i’m going to be late for potions with Snape!” You exclaim as you look at your watch, realising that you might just get a detention with your least favourite teacher. 

“Will you go to Hogsmeade next weekend with me?” 

“Yes!” You call out behind you as you rush down the corridor, books clutched to your chest, satchel over one shoulder, and a smile wide across your face. 

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[haystarlight]

Fred WeasleyXReader Different Chapter 5

Chapter 4: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184273668241/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-4

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/L/N/M= Your Last Name Misspelled

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Summary: The DA leaves for Christmas break. Harry and Cho weren’t the only ones under the mistletoe that night.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 772

‘OK,’ He said, calling them all to order. ‘I thought this evening we should just go over the things we’ve done so far, because it’s the last meeting before the holidays and there’s no point starting anything new right before a three-week break-’

‘We’re not doing anything new?’ said Zacharias Smith, in a disgruntled whisper loud enough to carry through the room. ‘If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have come.’

‘We’re all really sorry Harry didn’t tell you, then,’ said Fred loudly.

‘You know, the door is always that way if you wanna spare us from your attitude,’ Y/F/N chuckled.

Fred looked at her direction and beamed.

‘- we can practise in pairs,’ said Harry. ‘We’ll start with the Impediment Jinx, for ten minutes, then we can get out the cushions and try Stunning again.’

As the whole group started dividing into pairs, Fred asked his brother:

‘Hey, you mind if I work with someone else this time, bro?’

‘Eeh, okay? I guess I can pair with Angelina.’

‘Thank you,’ then he ran to Y/F/N, who was just about to approach Neville when he asked. ‘Hey, Y/F/N, wanna pair up?’

She smirked. ‘Aren’t you afraid of what I could do to you?’

‘Not a chance, Y/L/N/M,’ He mocked her as he said this.

‘Ooh Ooh, you wanna go? Let’s go.’

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There was a murmur of excitement. The room began to clear in the usual twos and threes, most people wished Harry a ‘Happy Christmas’ as they went.

‘That was a fun session, wasn’t it?’ Y/F/N asked, looking dreamingly in Fred’s direction.

‘Looking forward to the next class.’

‘Totally! Can’t wait to beat you at duelling.’

‘Are you now?’ He laughed, ‘Sorry to disappoint you, dearest, I think you’ll find my skills are unmatchable.’

‘We’ll see,’ They stepped closer to each other as they bantered, eyes locked in the other’s, Y/E/C and brown once again. For a second, lightning struck and Fred lost his courage. He wanted to make a move but he wouldn’t dare, not in front of his two brothers.

‘Um, hope you have a merry Christmas,’ He said, blushing.

‘Thank you,’ She nodded, ‘and you as well. Have fun at the Burrow.’

‘Yeah,’ And he left.

Upon approaching George, the younger twin hit him with a look of disappointment.

‘What?’

‘Are you really gonna leave like that? Don’t be pathetic, kiss her!’

‘W-w-what?! I don’t- no!’ He blushed even harder this time, ‘Why would I want to kiss her? I don’t- no! Are you kidding?’

George raised an eyebrow. ‘How stupid do you think I am? We’re twins. I can tell by the look on your dumb face.’

Fred stopped being embarrassed for a second to look at him confused. ‘Mate, we have the same face.’

‘Yeah, but I’ve never worn an expression like that,’ He laughed, ‘ You fancy her badly, don’t you?’

Fred bit his lip. ‘You’re right.’

‘I’m always right,’ He bragged. Fred was still slightly confused, though.

‘You’re okay with this? A Weasley and a Slytherin?’

George rolled his eyes. ‘We’re just a few months away from graduation. Houses shouldn’t matter anymore. Now go there; I don’t want to see you back at the Common Room without having kissed her first.’

Fred nodded and headed for the dungeons.

Y/F/N was walking the dungeons alone as she always did, a big smile on her face originating from the great night she’d just had. When she was suddenly approached by him.

‘Y/F/N!!’ He called, loudly.

‘AAAH!’ She jumped, scared, ‘Fred! You scared me, don’t do that. I thought you were Filch.’

‘Sorry.’

There was a small, awkward silence between them as they just stared at each other.

‘Any reason you decided to almost give me a heart attack?’

‘Y-yes, sorry. I just- I needed to- I need-’

‘Spit it out, Weasley,’ She crossed her arms, annoyed.

‘Mistletoe!’ He spat out, frustrated.

‘What?’ Y/F/N was confused AND annoyed now. She looked around, trying to find the infamous plant. ‘I don’t see any mistle-’

She suddenly got interrupted by the most wonderful kiss in the world. It was stupid and random and awkward but… It was Fred. It was perfect. It was worth the wait.

As they pulled away, Fred felt he’d been hit by a Stinging Charm. Y/F/N laughed and he shivered.

‘There’s no one like you, Fred.’

He laughed as though she’d said something stupid and ridiculous. ‘I’m a twin.’

She laughed again and shook her head furiously. ‘No, really.There’s no one like you.’

They kissed again.

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[thoseofgreatambition]

happy birthday

Hi ! Right I have no idea if this is found to work or not , because I am fairly new to tumblr and have no idea how to send requests- so hopefully I am doing this right 😂 so it’s my birthday on the 22nd of Jan and I was wondering if you could do a Fred Weasley x reader thing birthday themed maybe a bit of fluff ? It would be an amazing birthday gift to me and would love if you could do it. - Maisie x Btw I think you are AMAZING at writing ♥️ -- @accioharrypotter394​

Warnings:none

Wordcount: 612

Description: this is Fred and y/n’s first time celebrating her birthday since they left Hogwarts. It’s also the first time that Fred’s able to afford to do the things he’s always wanted to do for his girlfriend for her birthday. He takes full advantage of that fact.

a/n: howdy! Thank you for sending this in! Happy early birthday. I hope you like it <3

Fred was probably more excited about your birthday than you were, honestly.

Something that was a tad surprising.

Then again, he’d been a little like this for Christmas—he’d bought you a necklace that was so nice you felt a bit bad accepting it at first. You’d worn it every day since though—a beautiful garnet pendant with diamonds surrounding it. You’d asked him what this was about and if he was sure that was okay, but he’d just grinned at you and said he was just happy to be able to finally be able to spoil you.

So today you weren’t quite sure what you’d be in for.

It’d been wonderful so far—Molly had invited you all over for breakfast to make something special, sweet rolls, bacon, it was an amazing thing to wake up to.

Now though—you were staring at your bed in your flat, surprised by what you were seeing. The red dress you’d been saving up for. “Freddie? What’s this?”

“I saw you looking at it when we went to Madam Malkins, and Ginny told me you were saving up for it.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, you’d been working quite happily at St. Mungo’s, though as a Healer in training it meant that you were more of an intern than anything else. Which also meant your pay was not very good aside from paying for the basics. “Freddie you really don’t have to—“

You were interrupted by a kiss on your cheek and his arms wrapping around you. “I want to do nice things for you, for once.”

At that your brow furrowed, “You’ve always done nice things.”

“No I just mean that I’ve always seen this sort of thing, and I was never able to do it. I want to do it for once. I’m finally able to be that cheesy boyfriend.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to be a cheesy boyfriend.” You giggled just a bit as you spoke, his nose tickling your neck as he nuzzled into you. “That doesn’t seem all that like you, you know.”

Fred let out a hum as he squeezed you tight. “I’m full of surprises.”

You smiled up at him, and tilted his head so you could press a kiss to his lips, I just want you to know you don’t have to do this stuff—there’s no pressure about it, you know? I’ve always been happy with you.”

“Now who’s cheesy?”

“Hush.” You nudged him with your elbow, “Now you’ll have to get out so I can change.”

“Love, you know I’ve seen you naked before, right?” 

You laughed again and flushed red, “Out Fred Weasley!”

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HOW DID FRED WEASLEYxREADER SMUT FIND ITS WAY ON MY DASH???

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[james-potters-animagus]

Baking Christmas Cookies with Fred Weasley

Fred Weasleyxreader

It was the first week of Christmas break at the burrow, and Fred had brought home his best friend beside George from Hogwarts. Y/n was excited to meet Fred’s family, losing most of her’s when she was only three took quite a tole on her, her only immediate family left being the infamous Harry Potter.

Growing up in a muggle household she knew how to cook, clean and bake without magic. Petunia took quite a liking to Y/n, unlike she did with Harry. Deep down she truly did want a daughter, but didn’t want her to be as spoiled as little Dudley was.

Y/n was a spitting image of her father, just like Harry was. She had long, dark brown hair and his bright blue eyes. She also had prescribed glasses, but refused to wear them. She had a knack for pranks, and usually used that to her advantage.

Petunia always had a soft spot for the girl, which never really made sense. Harry was more like Petunia’s sister, so that should make her like Harry more. Right? Apparently not. When Y/n got her Hogwarts letter she was beyond ecstatic. Petunia, however, was not. She tore the letter away from the girl and told her she wasn’t to go to Hogwarts. She was setting herself up for death. It was then Y/n learned what really happened to her beloved parents.

Y/n felt sick. How could they keep this from her for so long? It never seemed off to her that they died in a car accident, of course she never really liked to put much thought into it. She only ever really thought about how happy they must be up in heaven.

So, she then decided to make it her mission to end up in Hogwarts. Letters kept coming when they didn’t get a reply.

Petunia decided after the fourth letter that she would let her go. It was clear she was passionate about this, so she might as well let her go.

Hagrid showed up for the young witch, taking her to Diagon Alley to get her supplies. Hagrid would become her best friend at that time.

Skip ahead a bit and it was now her fourth year. She met the Weasley twins and instantly fell in love. Not quite literally, but she fell in love with their personalities. The three fit together perfectly. The similarities were a bit uncanny.

Y/n felt a special connection towards Fred. She just was drawn to him. His outgoing personality, the little glint of excitement in his eyes whenever he was about to endure a prank, his ability to make everyone and anyone feel okay at any time, the pure love radiating from him, it was captivating.

Now, she stood in the Burrow with said boy getting the ingredients to make sugar cookies the muggle way.

“Okay, this recipe calls for a cup and a- Fred! What on earth!” Fred had thrown flour all over the kitchen. “How did you do that in .2 seconds!”

He just smirked at her, gearing up to throw another handful. “Freddie Weasley! Don’t throw that flour!” She giggled, watching him pull the handful out of the bag.

He threw it just in time for Y/n to duck, hitting poor Ronald square in the face. “Oh no!” Y/n laughed, seeing Ronald covered almost head to toe in baking flour.

Ron huffed, cursing his brother as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a handful himself. He threw it at the older boy, covering him as well.

“Hey!” Fred laughed, catching his twin brother’s attention as well.

“Oh Merlin. I’m not-“ George was cut off by the powdered sugar covering his face.

“Oh Y/n you’re in for it!” He yelled, grabbing whatever he could find to throw at her.

The four of them looked at each other, covered in various cookie ingredients. Ronald had egg and flour falling from his long, ginger hair. George was sporting the powdered sugar, making him look a bit like a certain prankster ghost at Hogwarts. Fred had brown sugar covering his shoulders, and Y/n had just about every ingredient on her shirt.

“Okay, now that we’ve made a mess of ourselves, George, Ron wanna help us make the cookies?” Y/n asked, seeing George’s face light up.

“Would I?” He exclaimed, rushing toward the recipe card she had out. George loved baking. It was quite obvious the Weasley family, but not many people knew. George was kind of a private guy, not everyone needs to know he enjoys something other than pranks and quidditch right?

“Fred! Preheat the oven to 350°. Y/n, you look great, stay there. Ron! Get the flour from the cupboard.” George instructed, mixing together the butter and sugar. Y/n was impressed. If they didn’t open the joke shop George probably would have done well in a kitchen.

Halfway through mixing the dough Molly called for George and Ronald, so they left Fred and Y/n to finish the cookies. “Thank Godric.” Fred murmured, rolling his eyes playfully. “I thought I was going to have to share you all day.” He smirked, sauntering over to the girl standing next to the oven with a bowl of sugar cookie dough in her hands.

She smiled back, setting the dough down just before he was able to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder. “Fredrick!” She giggled, watching behind her as he threw the door open and ran through the snow toward the field behind the Burrow.

“Oh, no no no!” She yelled, falling into the snow, Fred falling after her. “You git! It’s cold!” Y/n laughed out, lightly hitting his chest.

Fred stood up and pulled her up, warming her up in his arms. “I love you, you know.”

“I love you too.” She smiled, pulling him in for a kiss just before heading back to the Burrow.

[cassyton]

Dancing with ONLY you - George WeasleyxReader

Hii, this oneshot was inspired by Elvis Presley-Can't help falling in love with you song

Warning: I wanted to do a little fluff( hope you'll like it)

This is a oneshot with Georgie but you can find on my wattpad, with Sirius Black too and I'm writing a Marvel book with Bucky Barnes called Missions. My wattpad name is cassyton.

                                                                                       ENJOY!

The Burrow always took a special place in your heart, especially in winter when you looked out on the window and saw the snow-capped landscape and just stare at it for hours. The other reason is your friends, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Fred your boyfriend the one and only George Weasley and of course Molly's delicious foods. You were standing in front of the window, drinking your morning tea, looking at the landscape and thinking when the boys will arrive. They go to the shop early to bring Molly ingredients for her meal, you and the girls just got up and tell stories to each other while dressing up and tidy up in your room a little bit. 

"Finally, where were you? It took for so long but I wrote everything down on the damn paper!" Molly shaked her head at Arthur. " I....we...yes but it was so....." " No I don't want to hear it, I should have been making the food. Now give me the bags and tell the boys to tidy up.....throughly." Arthur gave Molly the bags and told the boys to clean up because mum will be angry....they didn't want that. Ron and Harry went to their room although Ron doesn't fond of the idea about cleaning up so while Harry tried to do his bed, he ran to the girls room. "Hermione can you help me pleaseeee?" He looked in her eyes. "Seriously Ron it's not that hard and if you and Harry do it you will be done with it like in 5 minute." Hermione raised her eyebrows waiting for her boyfriend answer. " I know but I want your company." He flashed his puppy eyes at her.  " Alrighttttt... " She stood up from her bed and grab Ron hand to lead him in his room. "I think I should go too, see how Harry's doing."Ginny said and storm out of the room leaving you alone with your cup of tea. 

"George and Fred Weasley come down to the kitchen now!" Molly shouted when you were going downstairs to wash your cup and see what you could help. "Oh give it to me I'll wash it." Molly wiped her hands because she was doing gingerbread, reaching out for your cup. " You don't need to Mrs Weasley I'll do it, thank you." you smiled and cleaned the cup, putting it in place while Molly was smiling at you. " Dear, I have told you many, many times to call me Molly." " Sorry..... Can I help you? I like cooking and I loveeee gingerbread so maybe I can be your chef's assistant." You chuckled and Mrs Weasley can't help and giggle too. "I would be honored dear. Can you please  knead it?" She curtseyed, you followed her movements and did it too. "Sure." You said with a big smile, you were happy to help her. Molly turned on the radio and started making the soup while you on the other counter was kneading the gingerbread, listening the songs that were played in the radio. Under your breath you sang and rocking a little side to side with the melody, forget and close out everyone near you. 

George and Fred came to downstairs and grabbed a cup of coffee to get energy, early shopping can be tiring. George saw you, you were singing quietly while making those gingerbread, he liked the view, your cookings and thought that you are a perfect girl and he is lucky to have you.  " Moorning." You turned around and see George, leaned to the counter, looking at you, take a sip from his cup and winked." Morning pumkin, how was shopping?" You grined, already knowing the answer." Horriblee, Ron didn't know what he was doing, Harry well he found some things, Fred.....yeahhh bought chips and gummybears." He finished his coffee and gestured with his hands what happened at the shop, you hummed agreeing with him and continue your thing. After a while you focused on the radio again, not listening to your boyfriend. 

George realised that you weren't listening to him, you were together 1 month now and you were everything to each other but somehow you didn't tell the other how important you were to him or he was important to you, both of you thought that it would be too early. He put down his cup and signal Fred who was standing beside the radio ready to put in a special song which they bought while the tiring shopping. George stood behind you and wait to the music, you had no idea what was coming, you were just looking down and focusing the cookie not to disappoint Molly. You looked up to the wall in front of you with confusion. "Molly the radio just stopped.....ok nevermind." You said when you heard a song started to play again. "Wise men say, only fools rush in." Elvis sang, an arm sneak around your waist tigthly and started rocking side to side, it was George. He rested his chin on your shoulder, singing in your ear with the song. "But I can't help falling in love with you." You gasped and smiled, you leaned  your back against to his chest and put your hand on his arm. "Shall I stay? Would it be a sin" Elvis sang, Georgie spined you around to face him, he cupped your chin to look at his eyes."If I can't help falling in love with you." He sang to you while looking deeply into your eyes, he meant every word. You put your arms around his neck and kiss him slowly, he pulled you closer, arms around your waist again while deepening the kiss. When you were breathless you broke the kiss and he leaned down to your ear."I love you bubbles." And started kissing your neck while you whispered to his ear too." I love you too pumkin." He was putting small kisses on your forehead and started dancing slowly with you, you rested your face on his chest letting him to lead you."My beloved." He whispered under his breath.

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[gigicreates562]

Come to Gloat? - Fred Weasley x Reader

Fred and Y/n get into an argument before a risky mission. Y/n leaves without him, only to return with a gash in her side. Will Fred say I told you so, or does he have something different in mind? 

TW: Blood

Word Count: 1016

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“You’re not going,” He said firmly. 

“Yes, I am, Fred. You can’t stop me,” She bit back. 

“It’s a suicide mission! You’ll never make it back alive!”

“I know the risks! It’s my decision to make,” she replied, zipping up her jacket forcefully. 

Truthfully she was scared, this mission was dangerous, deadly even, but she just didn’t care. She was desperate to prove herself: to her family, to the Order, and to him. She would do anything, no matter dangerous it was. 

“What if something happens to you?” Fred rationalized. The fear in her surged again, but she pushed it down quickly. 

“You certainly did fine when you left me back at Hogwarts. I’m sure you’ll manage again,” She hissed. 

With those words, what started as a small quarrel had just crossed the line into a major argument. His past actions had left a dark cloud on their friendship for too long. Fred had apologized, even begged her to forgive him, but to forgive was easy. Forget? Not so much. 

“Are you seriously implying that I would be fine if you died?” His brow furrowed in frustration, “Look, I’m sorry I left you back then, I thought we had this worked out already,” Fred pleaded.

“Fred!” She shouted, “You’re not my Dad. You’re not my boyfriend. This isn’t your decision to make.” Her venom sunk into his skin, leaving behind a foul taste in her mouth. 

“And here I thought our friendship actually meant something to you,” He laughed bitterly, stung by her words. He wished he was one of those things, and this argument was a painful reminder that he was not. 

“Yeah, well, best mates or not, I’m going, and that’s final.” She stomped out of the flat, slamming the door behind her. 

“Y/n, please!” He begged, voice faltering just a little too late.

The crack of apparition pierced through the door, leaving Fred utterly alone.  

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Fred felt sick all night. And here I thought our friendship actually meant something to you. The words taunted him. Those awful, poisonous words may very well be the last thing he would ever say to his best friend. She would never know how he really felt, how much he truly cared for her.  

He didn’t sleep. He couldn’t. He tried, but after an hour of tossing and turning, he switched on the news hoping the constant droning of the newscaster would lull him to sleep. 

The Ministry continues to deny all claims of He Who Must Not Be Named’s return. Sources state that Harry Potter is to blame for the rebel numbers growing… blah blah blah… Muggle disappearances… blah blah blah… attempted break-in to a pureblood household… one rebel dead… one severely injured and at large… blah blah… The escaped rebel is said to have Y/h/c hair, y/e/c eyes, and is bleeding severely. If you see them please notify authorities. Report suspicious activity immediately to… blah blah blah blah.

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Fred didn’t remember nodding off, but he must have, because abruptly he was awoken by someone rummaging around in the bathroom. 

Quietly, Fred made his way to the source of the noise. 

“Come to gloat?” Y/n winced as she attempted to clean the large gash in her side. She dabbed around the wound carefully with a wet rag, doing her best to hide her reaction to the stinging liquid. Her shirt lay forgotten on the counter, no longer its original white color, but rather a sickly red. 

“You were right,” She continued through clenched teeth, “It was suicide. The bastard had the whole thing covered in enchantments. We never stood a chance.” 

She eyed Fred cautiously in the mirror. His gaze was transfixed on her, a hint of sadness tinting his stoic expression. 

“Well go on then, scold me,” She ordered, wishing he would just get it over with, “Come on, say I told you so.”

This wasn’t like Fred. Normally when he proved her wrong, she couldn’t live it down. He would take every opportunity possible to rub it in her face, but not this time. This time he just looked at her like a wounded dove as she wrapped her injury in fresh cotton. She hated it. She could take a lot of his smug reminders, but pity? Pity was somehow much much worse.

“Go on!” She snapped, turning to look at him, “Yell, scream, hex me into next Tuesday, say something!” 

Fred treaded softly into her space, his worried stare stripping her defenses and bringing a soft heat to her cheeks. His face was contorted with a pained expression, seemingly caught in an internal battle. Slowly, he reached a hand up to cup her face. Why wouldn’t he just get mad? 

“Just say I told you so! Why aren’t you mad at me?” She pleaded, feeling uneasy with his sudden tenderness. 

Fred answered her question silently by lowering his mouth onto hers. Warmth immediately blossomed in her chest, spreading rapidly throughout her body. The faint scent of fireworks lingered behind from his work, flooding her senses as his mouth moved against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth through slightly parted lips, emitting a soft gasp from her. He was dizzying. She was positively sure she was floating an inch off the floor.

All too quickly, he pulled away, leaving her tingling all over. Silence settled throughout the room. The sound of their breath echoed off the bathroom walls. 

“I should’ve done that a long time ago,” He breathed, causing her head to spin again. 

“Fred, I’m so sor-” Her sentence was interrupted by a swift kiss, leaving her breathless once more. 

“Me too,” he smiled down at her, thanking every god he knew that those words weren’t their last.

They stared at each other, relaxing in the other’s company. 

“Bed?” She asked. 

“Bed,” he laughed, kissing her on the forehead before leading her back to his room.  

The couple may have begun with a shaky start, but Fred didn’t care. He was just happy that he would never spend another night, wishing he had told her. 

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[rk-ceres]

Blue Ain't Your Color

George Weasley x ________ just fluffy things i guess

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____ was sitting with her best friend on the steps of the shop after hours George and his girlfriend broke up a week ago and she had been harassing him non stop and he has been down hes been plastering a smile on his face acting like hes fine but ____, ____ could tell he was miserable having to grovel with Angelina to leave him alone. Ginny and Fred decided to take him to a muggle karaoke bar that ____ frequented, the group was a few drinks in she broke away from the crowd paying the machine grabbing the mic choosing the song the song started playing as she walked up to the group her white body con dress bringing the mic to her lips “i can see you over there staring at your drink watchin’ that ice sink all alone tonight” she started George’s head snapped to her Ginny’s mouth fell to the ground never having heard her sing before out of their seven year friendship, and surviving a war together. Fred gave her a small smile giving her a slight nod knowing how they felt about each other he thought that George and ____ were both blind and in denial. After all its not just a river that theyve been too in Egypt. George was already there when it came to ____ Fred believed that George? He was just too shy to show it he glanced to his twin who was staring right at ____ as she continued to sing to him. Out of every single person in the crowded bar. She was singing to George.

“and chances are youre sittin’ here in this bar ‘cause she Ain’t treatin’ you right” she stopped right in front of him holding her hand out for him George looked at her hand then back up at her face. Her eyes softened at him as she waited for him to take her hand. _____ knew that he was hurting and that his wings were damaged but she wanted to give him that push he needed to fly again. It was killing her seeing him so low and so sad. ‘Cmon George arent you going to tell me what happened between you and Angie? You always tell me everything’ ____ put a comforting hand on his shoulder ‘its nothing important Lady’ George gave her a sad smile ‘im just done with it. Its not worth the hurt anymore’ he continued ‘you ever going to stop calling me Ladybug?’ ___ said frustratedly ‘you ever going to stop being afraid of Ladybugs?’ He shot back ‘OH SHUT UP YOU PRATT!’ ___ whacked his shoulder laughing the first good laugh George had all week he looked at her biting his lip ‘you always knew how to make me feel better when im feeling down ____. Even if you gave me the space i needed to let my relationship grow.. you didnt push you let me figure out my emotions you read social ques and you just made everything so easy. Its always easy with you’ he whispered the last part ‘its easy because i knew you and you knew me since we were in nappies. Our mums are best friends they always said me you and Freddie were jointed at the hip’ ___ smiled at him George gulped down shaking his head again looking at her palm then back up at her the sparkle in her eye he noticed right away its the sparkle she got when she looked at him and only him George’s heart sped up at the thought

 “well its probably not my place but im going to say it anyway ‘cause you look like you havent felt the fire had a little fun hadnt had a smile in a while baby” she sung waiting for his hand slowly he smiled softly at the beautiful girl in front of him Fred looked at her face as she looked at him it was so full of love and kindness he smiled and shook his head at his brother he looked at George and rolled his eyes “you idiot.” Fred whispered before he nudged George with his elbow “dance. Shes asking you to dance with her.” Fred rolled his eyes George glared at Fred “shut up” George said to his twin as he grabbed ____ hand allowing her to pull him up and into the middle of the dance floor he stared deep into her face studying every square inch of her face trying to memorize this moment ____ bit her lip as she put his hand on her hip the hand not holding the mic around his neck slowly rocking back and fourth keeping the mic close to her lips delivering the next line in the song “blue looks good on the sky. Looks good on that neon buzzin on the wall but darlin’ it dont match your eyes” she sung as he brought his other hand to her hip George couldnt help but notice how this… this moment. Him and her together on this dance floor. Just felt right. It felt like the world was slowing down. The crowd that was cheering her on as she sang was getting softer and softer as he started to lead her in the dance he sighed out fluttering his eyes closed, fingers slightlu digging into ladybugs skin… his Ladybug… pulling her closer to him she smiled at the gesture butterflies filling her stomach dancing here. With the bestfriend she was crushing on since third year ‘i really dont feel like going out tonight Fred, Gin. I just want to stay home and finish doing inventory. The shop needs to get this stuff done’ George protested ‘I’ve already done all the inventory and catalogued all products that need to be restocked and created. You and Fred have a to do list to for fill tomorrow morning and over the weekend curtsey of Ginny and i’ ___ smirked ‘you have no excuse. You are getting dressed. And coming with us no ands ifs or buts about it George Fabian Weasley!’ Ginny scolded him ‘has anyone told you that you sound like mum when you yell?’ George smirked at his favorite sibling she pulled out her wand ‘you want to say that again George?’ She said lowly ‘you wouldnt dare’ he said smiling ‘try me’ he smirked at the memory when ____’s voice pulled him out of his memories again

“im tellin’ you you dont need that girl, its so black and white shes stealing your thunder baby blue aint your color” she looked deeply in his eyes trying to tell him exactly how she felt about him without actually having to say a word Fred leaned into Ginny ‘ten galleons’ he whispered ‘nah. Its going to happen after her birthday theres no way he’s going to jump right in’ Ginny crossed her arms over her chest ‘youre wrong little sister’ Fred chuckled looking back at ____ and George ‘he’s been in love with her since we were six’ Fred huffed ‘i have no idea what he was thinking dating Angelina so long’ Fred added ‘probably didnt want the dynamic to change. Scared of losing her’ Ginny commented looking to her Older brother and then to the dance floor again ‘besides. Im sure mum wins this one. She called it from the start’ Ginny shook her head. George breathed out pulling her body closer to his as they swayed in each others arms he brought his head down to hers as he listened to her sing to him. He thought back through everything how she had comforted him listened to him rant she’d just sit there and listen she didnt say anything she gave him that shoulder to lean and cry on constantly his eyebrows furrowed as he thought back to everything. For as long as he could remember its been ____ and George. George and ____. She was the one who helped him fix things with his girlfriend for years how she wanted him to be happy… things finally started to click into place for him everything shes ever done wasnt because she was happy for him it was because she wanted him to be happy even if it wasnt with her he shut his eyes furrowing his brows “I'm not tryna Be another justPick you upKinda guyTryna drink you upTryna take you home” she paused cupping his cheek in her hand making him snap his eyes open again she looked at him like he was the only man in the world. The way she was looking at him in this moment caused Georges mouth to run dry and his heart to stop the nerves and butterflies he felt when he realized that this is how she had always looked at him she had always looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered. Like he was the only man she saw. ‘Hey you look dashing’ she walked into the room as he and Fred got ready for ule ball she straightened Georges tie before going to Fred ‘ready?’ She smiled up at Fred glancing back to George ‘Angelina is a lucky girl.’___ commented with a small frown ‘you look beautiful ____’ Fred said as he put the corsage on her hand she pinned his rose to his dress robe jacket George mentally cursed himself for not seeing the hurt in her eyes as the three of them walked out he slightly gripped her hips more dancing a little more enthusiastic as he looked into her beautiful eyes. He bit his lip leaning closer to her noses butting up against each other. He looked into her eyes… his chocolate orbs looking into her ____ ones. The eyes he could stare into for hours and get lost in them she hoped that this song could get him to understand what shes been trying to tell him not knowing he finally understood he understood everything ‘there it is Gin’ Fred commented ‘he finally figured it out for himself’ Fred smirked ‘yeah but that doesnt mean that hes going to do anything about it!’ Ginny whisper yelled to Fred ‘oh come on. Have a little more faith in George’ Fred rolled his eyes again 

“but i don’t understand how another woman can take your sun and turn it ice cold” she sung to him staring straight into his eyes his brown eyes staring back at her as he grabbed her hand and spun her out and back to him intertwining the hands as they danced free hand on her hip much like when they danced together at yule ball only now it wasnt platonic. Not for him. Not anymore. He softly smiled at her placing a small chaste kiss on her head right where her hairline began as they danced together ‘hey hey hey!’ ____ yelled ‘TOO FAR! George shes your girlfriend youre out of line!’ ____ yelled at George after he had yelled at Angelina ‘she was just trying to get you better your hip is broken. And you need the PT!’ ____ yelled again ‘YOU NEED TO APOLOGIZE IMMEDIATELY’ ____ stared him down ‘i know youre in pain but you dont get to take it out on her get your ass out of fucking bed and do your fucking PT.’ She scolded ‘i did not take a wall to the back of my head to save Fred just to let you lose your ability to walk’ she muttered as he stared at her blankly for defending his girlfriend ‘thank you ____’ Angelina said while taking the other side helping George walk _____ has always been fearless, George thought to himself spinning her again effortlessly “well, i think ive had enough to drink and its makin’ me think i just might tell you if i was a painter id paint you bright” she sang with gravel in her voice as he dipped her bringing her back up tighter to him swaying again small smile playing at his lips he flushed red as she cupped his face brushing her thumb over his chapped lips catching a tear that shed out of his eye he looked at her with the same amount of adoration she was looking at him with he nuzzled his face into her free hand looking at her trying to communicate what he wanted to say to her through his eyes like how she was with him their entire lives as he danced with her “baby blue looks good on the sky… looks good on that neon buzzing on the wall but darlin’ it dont match your eyes”

she smiled softly at him his breath caught in his throat ‘are you sleeping with ____’ she asked hands on her hips george was taken aback ‘youre crazy shes my best friend theirs nothing going on between me and ____’ he laughed ludicrously ‘do you think im stupid George i see the way you look at her!’ ‘And how do i look at her tell me love seriously youre over reacting!’ ‘You look at her like shes the most important thing in the world youve NEVER looked at me like that and im your girlfriend George!’ She yelled ‘yeah. While youre running around with Blaise Zabini!’ He finally yelled at her ‘YOU THINK I DIDNT KNOW! HES BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE FOURTH AND I SIT BACK AND GRIT MY TEETH CAUSE YOU SAY ITS NOTHING! I RESPECT YOUR FRIENDSHIPS BUT SUDDENLY MINE IS A PROBLEM!’ He yelled ‘suddenly?!? Suddenly?!? Shes always been a problem shes always wanted you!’ She yelled at him chest heaving trying to catch her breath ‘me or her.’ she said crossing her arms over her chest ‘im not doing this with you love’ he mimicked her stance ‘how long have you been sleeping with Blaise’ he shifted his weight on the balls of his feet ‘you came home last week. With his cologne all over you. And a hickey on your ribs. A hand print on your ass. How long have you been cheating on me Ange. I know. So might as well just out with it. You get rid of him then we’ll talk.’ He asked calmly ‘her. Or. Me. Whats it going to be im not doing shit George. Not until that slut is out of your life’ he pinched his head in frustration he laughed a frustrated laugh ‘her.’ Her jaw dropped ‘her because youve already chose him. Now pack your shit and get. Out. Of. My. Flat’ ‘you dont mean that George’ it was her turn to laugh as he flicked his wand her clothes packing itself into a bag ‘i want you out of my flat. Now.’ He re iterated ‘you’re seriously choosing that skank over me!’ She yelled ‘___ never cheated on me. You did. This is the third time ive caught you cheating im done. DONE.’ He yelled ‘I never touched _____. Youve touched Blaise.’ George walked into his room dropping her bag outside the door and locked his door with magic “im telling you you dont need that girl its so black and white she’s stealing your thunder baby blue aint your color” she brought her nose to his shaking the memory from his head as his hand pulled her hips flush to his as she sang the chorus again “youre amazing ____” he whispered her eyes widened at the softness in his voice. A voice he’s only ever used with his girlfriend before blush creeping to her cheeks “im sorry… im sorry for everything Ladybug… i…. I understand now. I understand it I understand you” he said softly pulling her body closer to his he bit his lip “could you ever forgive me? Im so dumb” he whispered in her ear spinning her again she smiled at him

“Blue aint your color mmmm, mmm no baby come here baby let me light up your world Baby blue aint your color, blue aint your color, blue aint your color” she wrapped the mic arm around his neck foreheads together as her hand came to the back of his neck “theres that smile… that real smile…” she whispered to him “you should wear it more. Its beautiful” she felt his arms tighten again she turned slightly giving the mic away turning her attention back to him “youre beautiful.” He said she wrapped her arm around his neck again foreheads still touching his hot breath on her face “you’re beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, romantic, kind, and caring. All those love letters you helped me write. The advice you gave me for her. Keeping us together for so long. Those cheesy poems you wrote. They werent really for her were they? They were for me. You wrote them for me. Youre in love with me arent you?” Her breath caught in her throat “wipe that scared look off your face because” he breathed out opting to kiss her instead his lips brushed against hers softly when she didnt pull away he placed them fully on hers “i love you ____” he whispered against her lips “Finally” _____ whispered kissing him back “lets go home baby” George whispered into her lips again leading her out of the bar 

Fred smirked at Ginny. "you owe me ten galleons" he laughed watching ____ and his brother leave the bar "shut your face you arse" Ginny rolled her eyes as she handed him the galleons "thank you" Fred smirked

#george weasley #george weasley x fem #george weasleyxreader #george wealsey imagine #fred and george

[novaursa]

Hey There! Could you do a Fred WeasleyxReader? Maybe based around the idea of Safety? Maybe He protects the Reader or something? Thanks so much!

Of course! I’ll start working on it and post it as soon as I can.- much love, Nova Ursa

[weasleyatheart3]

My new wattpad first chapter story called Fred Weasleyxreader potion

You were making love potions in class today. "Everyone's love potion smells different." Snap stated Ms. (L/n) what do you smell?" You walked up to the caldron ever so carefully and breathed in. "Well I smell, burnt fire wood, cinnamon, and log cabin." You said in a questioning tone. After class your two closest friends ran up to you. "Hello Love" said Fred and George "Hi guys" you said in a quiet voice "Ey why..You look..So down" "Just tired" "But not too tired to play quidditch right?" Fred asked with a smirk on his face "Of course not, I am assuming that means both of you will be there" "Actually just me today" Fred said with a large smile. You and the twins always had fun at the quidditch pitch during study periods. "Oh so it will just be you and I Freddie," you asked with blush rising to your cheeks. "Yep just you and me." And with that Fred picked you up and launched you over his shoulder. "See you later George." "Fredrick put me down." "Nope" You tried to escape his grasp but it didn't work so you just gave up. Once you had reached the pitch Fred finally put you down. "Omg finally" "You know you enjoyed it Love" he said with a smirk. "No but you know what I will enjoy" "And what's that?" "Beating you in a race" you said as you started to run to the other side knowing Fred would catch up to you. As soon as you reached the other side you felt Fred pin you against the wall. He leaned down and whispered "thought you could get away that easily?" "Eh, I thought I could make it." You said back as you kissed his cheek. Fred and you had always done stuff like this. Be kinda flirty but nothing ever happened from it.

[haystarlight]

Fred WeasleyxReader! Different Chapter 4

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Chapter 3: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183937811611/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-3

Summary: A mysterious prankster messes up Umbridge’s office.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: There’s a swear word.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; between Chapters 19: “The Lion and the Serpent” and 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 1075

Fred, George and Lee were walking to Charms together. It was a normal day but as they turned a corner, they found something absolutely shocking. First, they heard a high-pitched screech that came from none other than Dolores Umbridge.

‘The hell?’

The three of them started running in the direction of the scream, which took them to Umbridge’s office; which had been given an extremely severe make over.

The walls were dark green like vomit and all the cute little cats on her ornament plates had been turned into vicious hissing snakes. In front of it all, Umbridge was shouting her head off; her cheeks completely red.

It was a glorious sight.

The three boys were hurting their guts with laughter as they made their way back to Professor Flitwick.

‘Her face!’ George cried out, overjoyed, ‘Did you see the look on her face?’

‘Forget her face! Did you hear her scream? She sounded like a dying banshee!’ Fred chuckled as he tried and failed to imitate Umbridge’s ugly screech.

‘Good job, guys! You should’ve told me about that one! I would’ve hidden dragon dung under her desk!’

The twins stopped walking for a second to give each other a rather confused look.‘But… We didn’t do that, Lee,’ George confessed gently.

‘Really? That prank had “Weasley” written all over it.’

‘I swear we didn’t do a thing,’ Fred promised, very seriously, ‘but I’d like to find whoever did it and shake their hand.’

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During that night’s DA meeting, Y/F/N was absent; which greatly worried Fred. Not only was he worried about her well-being as he had come to care about her over the past few weeks, but he still wondered deep down if there was the mere possibility that she may be snitching on them.

Despite Fred being distracted throughout the whole ordeal, the class went off without a hitch.

As the trio walked out of the Room of Requirement, he decided to do some investigation.

‘Hey guys? Do you mind if I go do a thing? By myself? I’ll catch up with you in the Dormitory after I’m done.’

They gave him a weird look but complied.

‘Watch out for Filch,’ Warned George.

‘Pfft, please. You forget who you’re talking to,’ He assured before leaving in the direction of the dungeons.

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Fred walked along the dark underground corridors looking in every direction to look out for any potential threats and… A certain someone.

After a few minutes, he finally heard a small sniff coming from a broom closet whose door stood ajar. He carefully moved the door as quietly as he could and what he saw broke his heart.

Y/F/N was sitting on the floor in a fetal position crying her eyes out. Fred’s head started swimming with questions and concern. Seeing those beautiful Y/E/C eyes filled with tears hurt him.

‘Y/F/N?’

She gasped upon hearing his voice and looked up, not wanting to be seen at her most vulnerable, especially by the redhead.

‘Fred?’

There was a small, awkward silence between the two while Fred came up with what to say.

‘You uh… S-skipped class so I came to… C-check on you,’ He stumbled on his words, nervously.

‘Did Potter or Granger send you?’

‘Nah, I came here by myself,’ He was ashamed to admit, his face reddening again.

Her face reddened too. ‘That’s really nice of you, thanks.’

Fred shrugged it off.

‘If you really want to “learn DADA and aid Potter in his little rebellion” you shouldn’t skip class,’ He quoted the same words she’d said on their first meeting in an effort to make light of the situation.

She laughed but the tears kept coming. ‘I had Detention with Umbridge.’

Fred’s mouth hung open for a second and then closed. As an avid rule breaker himself, he’d already experienced multiple detentions with the horrid woman and knew exactly what had happened to Y/F/N. The mere idea of it made his blood curl.

‘WHAT.’

‘Yeah,’ She revealed to him her Y/W/H hand. Across it, the words I must not vandalize school property were scratched permanently in her handwriting. ‘I assume you’re not surprised.’

‘No, just mad. Is she just gonna do this to everyone?!’

‘I wouldn’t put it past her.’

Fred sighed and sat down next to her. As he reflected, the puzzle pieces started fitting together and he came up with a suspicion of what Y/F/N’s misdeed may have been.

‘Wait; vandalize school property? Did you… Ruin Umbridge’s office?’

Y/F/N smiled sincerely for the first time since he’d walked into the closet. ‘Yeah, that was me.’

‘Marry me,’ He whispered under his breath, amazed.

‘What?’ She asked in confusion. The redness of their cheeks magnified extremely.

‘N-n-nothing.’

They looked away from each other in complete awkwardness. Fred was not new to feeling attraction towards girls, he’d had a good number of flings since Third Year, but he could never recall ever feeling like this.

He had no idea that she returned the feelings and Y/F/N couldn’t even begin to phantom the idea of being liked back after pining for so long.

‘Hey, listen. I’m sorry for thinking you were a spy or a traitor; you’re actually kinda cool. Maybe not all Slytherins are evil bitches.’

She laughed again and their hearts jumped together. ‘Apology accepted, and sorry for yelling at you. Maybe not all Gryffindors are close minded brutes.’

‘Pfff, nah we are. We pride ourselves on it.’

They both laughed as they stood up. Y/F/N would’ve happily stayed there forever yet she knew that was unsafe.

‘Should I walk you to you Common Room?’ He offered, trying to be chivalrous.

‘Mmm, giving my House Password to the world’s greatest prankster…’ She pretended to reflect on the idea, jokingly so. ‘No thank you, I don’t wanna be randomly woken up by Filibuster Fireworks or something like that.’

‘Haha, good point. Speaking of pranks, you should teach me how you redecorated Umbridge’s office; we could really use some of that stuff.’

‘Sure, I’d love to. Maybe sometime after Christmas?’

‘Sure.’

In a moment of bravery, Y/F/N dared to give Fred a kiss on the cheek and whisper ‘Thanks,’ before leaving to Slytherin Common Room.

Later that night, in the Gryffindor Common Room, George and Lee were confused to find him wearing the goofiest of goofy grins.

Chapter 5: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184574737841/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-5

#fred weasley #fred weasleyxreader #fluff #harry potterxreader #x reader #Self Insert #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction

[gigicreates562]

Trapped- Fred Weasley x Reader

Trapped - Fred Weasley x Reader

Fred and Y/n find themselves in an unfortunate situation for the night.

TW: None

1600 words

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"Shit!" She exclaimed as she banged on the iron door.

"I don't think it's budging love, you've been at it for an hour."

Of course. Of COURSE, this had to happen with Fred. Just her luck.

Fred and Y/n had gone out in search of some billywig slugs for the twin's newest product. Unfortunately for Y/n and Fred, the local cave in which the slugs dwell only allows access during the day. But that wasn't the problem.

Y/n and Fred had entered the cave with no problems, but in a very Y/n and Fred fashion, they had gotten a bit sidetracked while collecting them. Which leads us here, to Fred and Y/n now stuck inside the cave until morning.

"Looks like we will have to make camp for the night," Fred sighed.

Honestly, he wasn't too upset about this. Sure the situation was unfortunate, but it meant he got to spend the whole night with the woman he was secretly pining for.

"Great," Y/n replied.

However, she was not so excited. She too had been secretly harboring feelings for Fred, but this is NOT how she pictured her first night with him. She had it all planned out in her head- she would take him out to lunch, admit her undying love for him, and he would whisk her away to a night of endless romance. She had NOT pictured a cave in her daydream, and definitely not the slugs either.

"Let's see what we are working with," Fred said as he sat down their backpack he had been carrying.

"Picnic blanket, Picnic leftovers, flashlight, flannel, and a first aid kit." Fred sighed. He began laying out the picnic blanket as Y/n waved her wand to assemble some sticks into a fire for warmth.

Fred began quietly laughing to himself. Amused at the thought he just had.

"What's so funny?" She asked him.

"It's just... remember at lunch today- you were talking about how romance movies are sooooo unrealistic and the situations that they get put in would never really happen?" He asked, still chuckling a bit.

"Yes?"

"Well, I think we've just come into the whole 'there's only one bed troupe in a way." He said pointing at the singular blanket.

"Merlin, I guess we have," She said laughing. "I'd better write those authors an apology haven't I?"

"Looks like it. May as well get comfy love, this cave is only going to get colder." He said as he fashioned the flannel into a makeshift pillow and laid down.

She looked at him for a moment, admiring his frame all laid out like that. He patted the blanket next to him and she was snapped out of her daydream. Reluctantly, she sat down.

"I figured we'd rather lay on the blanket than the dirt. We will just have to keep each other warm I reckon. Best be careful we don't suddenly realize that we're madly in love" he teased and poked at her side.

She laughed and then quieted. She couldn't help but feel a little sad that the idea of falling in love with her was funny. But Fred knew her too well and sensed the awkwardness immediately.

"Hey, I'm only joking," Fred said leaning up on his elbows. "Besides both of us smell like slugs right now. Not exactly the romance novel ideal."

She smiled at him, glad that the tension was diffused. He beamed back at her. The pair sat like that for a moment in comfortable silence.

Breaking the silence, Fred reached up to push a stray hair behind her ear, and he couldn't help but notice her breath hitch a bit. Maybe this was a romance novel, in their own quirky Fred and Y/n way.

Suddenly anxious at that thought, he cleared his throat.

"Right then. Let's get comfy."

He laid back down on his back, adjusting the flannel under his head. Y/n stared at him for a moment watching him get comfortable until he reached his arm out for her. Taking that as her signal to lay down, she curled up against his side, resting her head in the nook of his shoulder. Fred pulled his arm around her waist and began to rub shapes into her side with his thumb.

This is the closest they've ever been she thought. Sure she'd leaned on him before, maybe even laid her head in his lap, but this? This was intimate. Not only was he holding her so tightly, but they had to stay like this the entire night? This was going to be harder than she thought.

"Are you sleepy?" Fred asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"A little. Definitely not enough to sleep yet though," She replied, playing with the collar of his shirt.

Fred couldn't help the pink that rose on his cheeks. He didn't think she was even doing it on purpose. It's not inherently romantic, cuddling, but he was just so hopelessly in love with her that he couldn't help but feel a little flustered at their proximity.

"Do you want to ask each other questions?" She asked him. "To pass the time?"

"Yeah, sure. It's not like I've got somewhere to be." Fred smiled at her, squeezing her tighter.

He was so warm, that's what she kept thinking. And although they were a bit dirty from collecting slugs, he still smelled like Fred: Salted caramel and fireworks. She tried not to be too obvious about inhaling his scent.

"Okay, I'll ask first," She began, "What's your favorite memory from Hogwarts?"

Fred pondered for a moment.

"I'd have to say when Cormac tried to make a pass at you, and George and I slipped a gravity reversal potion into his pumpkin juice. Remember? He was stuck on the ceiling of the great hall for hours! They had to float his lunch up to him."

"Godrick he was so mad," She giggled. "Okay, you ask me one."

"Alright," He thought for a moment. "When was the hardest you've ever laughed?"

"Oh, easy! When we were supposed to be hiding from Filch in the closet, but you kept changing his hair into different updos to make me laugh."

"I forgot about that one! Merlin I was scrubbing the bathroom for weeks for that," He laughed.

"Then why did you keep doing it?" She was laughing again.

"I was trying to impress you, you twat!" He tickled her side and she laughed harder.

"Didn't know you were ticklish!" He said as he held her in place with one arm and tickled her stomach with the other.

"Fred! Stop," She was in tears from laughing so hard. She tried to break free, but the second she did Fred pulled her back by the waist.

"I wish I would've known you were so ticklish back when you were hiding my puking pastilles from me in our fourth year!"

"Fred!" She was still laughing.

She made one final heroic attempt to break free, and she did! ...for a brief moment. But as quickly as she had broken free, Fred reacted. He pulled her back quickly, pinning her arms down next to her head and straddling her lap. Their giggling stopped abruptly.

They stared at each other for a moment. Both too distracted with their own thoughts to notice the other staring.

She admired the way the fire made his hair shine. He really was handsome. She'd always thought so, but now especially.

He stared down at her too. Admiring her soft features, he felt his eyes wander down to her lips. Had they always been that plump? He couldn't help himself. She just looked so pretty in the gentle glow of the flames. He didn't think. He just leaned down and kissed her.

Slowly and sweetly, he moved his lips gently against hers, savoring the taste of her strawberry chapstick.

But then reality came rushing back to him. Holy shit- he just kissed his best friend. He pulled his lips away quickly. Still hovering over her, he searched her eyes for a reaction,but to his dismay, he found none.

She was just staring at him, totally awestruck.

...

"One of us should probably say something," She whispered after a long while.

"Do you want me to stop?" Fred asked quietly as if the slightest thing could break her. He stared at her anxiously awaiting her answer.

She was utterly captivated by him. He watched carefully as the corner of her mouth tilted up into a smile. She shook her head no at him.

No of course she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to kiss her until her lips were blue. She began to pull him back down with her hand.

Fred started to lean back into her too, before he stopped abruptly, dropping his head down to her shoulder.

"Wait, I'm sorry," He muttered getting off of her.

She sat up quickly, "What's wrong?" she asked cupping his face to look at him.

"Y/n," Fred said, putting his hand around the one she had placed on his face.

"I don't want this to just be a one-time thing. It was hard enough pretending that I don't have feelings for you. I don't think I could take it if we were just friends with benefits."

She laughed at him. He stared at her in confusion, not getting the joke.

"Fred," She began, still amused with the whole situation, "I am so helplessly in love with you it's beyond comprehension." She laughed.

His eyes shot up to hers.

"Say that again," He told her.

"I am so helplessly in love wi-" He crashed his lips onto hers. This time the kiss was much more frantic than the last. It was as if he was trying to express to her every feeling he had ever felt toward her in a couple of seconds. His hand laced into her hair as he lowered them back to the ground.

Only when he couldn't possibly hold his breath any longer he pulled back to say,

"I love you too".

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