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rivendell876 · 1 year

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Fred Weasley x Male Reader

genre: smut

warnings: dirty talk, slight bondage, marking, top!dom!fred, bottom!sub!reader, anal, creampie, blow job, spanking, pet names, porn without a plot, loss of virginity

you walked into fred's dorm, his twin telling you he was upstairs. the room was empty except for fred tinkering with something. you flopped on his bed making yourself noticed, 'you alright love?' he said sitting next to your legs, patting the back of your thigh. you sat up, 'yeah just a bit stressed' fred put his hand on your thigh, slowly moving it further upwards, 'well here's an idea. we get a silencing charm on the room and have a bit of a stress reliever' he looked into your eyes with lust, you nodded meekly, not trusting your voice. 'use your words y/n, or did you forget how?' he teased smirking down at you like you were his next meal.

'yes, fred id like that' you said with a wavy voice. fred smiled and leaned down, kissing you gently first before he got rougher, your lips smashing together between pants. your hands travelled each others bodies, he broke the kiss tilting your chin upwards to leave open mouthed kisses at your neck, tugging at your tie. he got your tie off, standing up leaving you confused. he opened the door to his dorm, placing your h/n tie on the outside doorknob, muttering a locking spell and silencing charm with his wand. he walked back over to you, grabbing your chin, making you stand up. he held the back of your head, your hands on his everything deepening the kiss, once again his tongue dancing with yours. you took control and turned him around, pushing him onto his bed, straddling his waist, quickly shrugging off your cloak before leaning back down and kissing him, hands on his face as he stroked your thighs and hips. you started to trail your kisses away from his mouth, down his chin and under his jaw, sucking just enough to leave a noticeable mark before continuing your trail, leaving another purple mark on his neck. a deep laugh erupted from his throat. 'what's so funny' you said panting, kissing his neck as you rocked your hips on his. 'it's just cute how you think you're in control' he said before quickly flipping the both of you over, him now in your position however his legs anchored your hips into the bed. you gasped in surprise. he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head, as much as you tried you would never get free of his hold. he now kissed your neck instead, slowly unbuttoning your shirt with his free hand as he whispered lowly, 'i'm gonna mark you up, everyone's gonna see you're all mine' he smirked into your skin, sucking many purple spots all over your fair skin, you whimpered and panted in pleasure.

he eventually undid all your buttons, now trailing his hickeys down your chest. he let go of your hands for a second to help you shrug your shirt off. you immediately put your hands on his hips, he tutted, loosening his tie and taking it off. grabbing your hands roughly from his hips, tying his tie around them as if he'd done this before. 'fred what are you-' you said startled, cut off by your own pants. 'this ok?' he said panting himself, pinning your now tied wrists above your head easier than before, all you did was arch your back in response with a whimper. 'you like it don't you? i knew you were a kinky little shit' your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his teasing, involuntarily bucking your hips upwards as best as you could, wanting some sort of friction, your hard on unbearable neglected and tight in your trousers. he laughed down at you, thoroughly enjoying this. 'take your shirt off, it's not fair' you demanded trying to break free from his grasp. 'as you wish' he said, letting your hands go, you left them above your head, worried he would be mad if you moved them, gripping onto the red and gold material. he looked down at you lustily, unbuttoning his shirt unbearably slowly. your writhed under his hold, eyes glued to his body, you couldn't help yourself.

you moved your hands from above you to touch his soft skin, he whipped off his shirt from his arms, immediately pinning your hands a 3rd time. 'don't make me tie you to the headboard, you'd probably enjoy that though wouldnt you' a deep guttural groan escaped your lips at his words, 'fred please-' your chest heaved. he was leaning over your marked body, eyes scanning your face. 'what do you want love' he asked patronisingly, painfully slowly grinding his own erection to yours. you groaned again, 'please, l-let me suck your cock' you managed to get out. he smacked his lips, 'hm, i don't know if you deserve it, i think i need persuading. beg' he said firmly. your back arched once again in arousal at his words before you spilled begs past your lips, 'please fred please i'm begging you let me suck your cock i'll do anything please' you whined. fred found it hard hold himself back at your flushed cheeks, arched back, pleading eyes.

you were falling apart under him and he loved it. he used his not occupied hand and gently stroked your flushed cheek with the back of it, 'i don't know..' he teased smirking evilly. a whimper/moan escaped your lips, tears brimming your eyes out of desperation. 'please fred please please i need you so much please' you sobbed pathetically. a few tears leaked from your eyes. fred seemed to smirk bigger, watching you break all for him. he softly wiped your tears with his thumb, 'look at you so pathetic under me, i guess i'll let you suck me off hm? how does that sound' he spoke condescendingly, 'thank you thank you thank you' you muttered as he got off of your body and off of the bed, he dragged you by your tied hands. he sat on the side of the bed and positioned you between his legs. your mouth watered at the sight of the large tent in his trousers. you kneeled between his legs, hands on the floor like a dog as he slowly unbuckled his belt, taking it out of his trousers and chucking it away. he then unbuttoned his bottoms painfully slowly, tugging them down to his ankles. you shifted impatiently on your knees, panting slightly when you saw only one layer between you and his naked body. you shuffled closer to him, pressing against the side of the bed as he threaded his fingers under the waistband of his boxers. 'eager are we?' your head was directly in front of his crotch, his thick cock springing out and hitting your face lightly when he pulled his boxers down. your tongue excitedly poked out of your mouth and you dragged it from the base all the way to the tip. fred groaned, throwing his head back as his fingers threaded into your hair. you bring your tied hands up to his crotch, gripping the base as best as you could with the gryffindor tie keeping your hands together.

you put your lips around the tip, tongue licking his precum before sinking your mouth around him. 'bloody hell y/n, that's it, that's a good boy' fred groaned, you felt your own erection twitch at his nickname. your cheeks hollowed out as you slowly bobbed on his cock when he pulled your head off of him by your hair, a string of spit remaining. 'on the bed, all fours' he said and you hopped up as fast as you could with your hands doing as he said while he fully took off his trousers, grabbing his wand from the side. he rubbed at his cock as he turned around to you, groaning at the sight of your ass in the air for him. he kneeled behind you, hands circling your ass, landing a smack, you yelped. he reached under you unbuttoning your trousers and pulling them down and off your legs, also throwing them somewhere. he then slowly peeled off your boxers. he gripped your ass in both of his hands, needing the plump skin. 'fuck y/n’ he muttered. he grabbed his wand again, mumbling a spell, you felt yourself become loose and clean. the patted your cheeks. leaning forward and letting a glob of spit land on your hole. you flinched as it hit, panting in anticipation. he used his thumb, rubbing in his spit, pushing it into your loosened hole. you gripped the sheets in your tied hands, biting down on your lip to muffle a moan when he slapped his rock hard cock ass.

he then positioned it at your entrance before pushing the tip slowly inside, 'still so tight fuck' he said. 'fred please' you whimpered out. 'please what?' he asked knowingly, 'please rail me so hard i can't walk for weeks please' you arched your back wigging your ass slightly before yelping/moaning loudly as he rammed his full length inside of you. 'oh my god-' you muttered into the sheets when he pulled back out and slammed back in, setting a relentless pace, attacking your hole, rearranging your guts. 'yes that's it' fred said groaning, bruising the skin on your hips with his grip. 'please untie me fred please' you begged out of breath between moans. 'why should i?' he asked, smacking your ass making you yelp. 'i wanna ride you, i wanna touch you please freddie' he thrusted once more, balls smacking your own as he was fully inside you. he grabbed your hair, pulling your body up, back against his chest, 'i think i can allow that' he said, pulling out of you and moving to lay down, stroking his wet cock. you whimpered at the empty feeling as he pulled out. you crawled onto his lap with shaky legs, feeling his member against your ass, hands resting on his chest. he looked up into your eyes, hands stroking your waist to your hips and back again. you sunk down onto his cock, throwing your head back, moving your hands to your mouth to stop a moan escaping. fred tugged your hands away from your face, 'i wanna hear all those pretty noises love' he then did as promised and untied your hands. you immediately departed your wrists and placed your hands on his pecs, moving them up to his shoulders sensually. you rubbed your hands to his neck and down to his abdomen.

you looked down at him, lust being the only thing he could see in your eyes. you then rolled your hips forward, grinding down as his cock was deep seated inside you. you moaned, rolling your hips faster. 'y/n you're actually so hot it's unbelievable' fred said breathlessly as you smirked down at him, starting to bounce gently on him. fred gritted his teeth as he groaned. he could see your legs were getting weaker and started thrusting up into you, matching your bounces. 'oh fred-' he then sat up, pulling your body close to him, wrapping your arms around eachother as you both moved in tune. you ran your nails down his back, leaving bright red scratch marks, he groaned at the sting. passion and lust is the only thing that was between your sweaty, hot bodies. he then turned slightly so he was sat at the edge of the bed, standing up and picking you up with him, one hand on your ass and the other on your back.

he turned you both around and laid you on your back on the bed. he lifted on of your legs over his shoulder, hand gripping your other thigh. he once again set his relentless ramming pace. 'fuckfuckfuckfuck fred- that feels good that feels really really good' you whimpered. 'yeah it does, you like that? you like my cock balls deep inside of you? yeah?' he said huskily, reaching down to jerk your neglected cock. you moaned and whimpered loudly. 'fred i'm gonna-' you started. 'me too' he replied. 'please cum inside me fred please' fred smirked down at you once more, 'you are so kinky george, such a naughty boy' you felt a knot in your stomach as he angled his thrusts to hit your prostate head on, 'im cumming fred-' you said as your cock twitched, red tip spurting your orgasm on your stomach. you let out a loud moan, fred then bottomed out inside you again with a rough thrust, pumping his own cum inside you. you groaned at the warm empty feeling inside you as he pulled out, cum dripping out of your abused hole, 'you're so hot y/n, all fucked out like this' you panted heavily trying to get your breath back as fred picked up his wand and said a cleaning spell, scooping up your tired out body and placing you under the covers.

he got his boxers and put them back on, handing you your own as he went to take the tie off the door. he came back to the bed, pulling the curtains around incase someone came in, jumping into the bed with you under the covers. 'alright?' he asked and you nodded smiling, cuddling into his side. he put his arm under your head and you leant on his chest. you started to play with his fingers, 'did you like it?' he asked after. you nodded again with a smile. 'for my first time, i never imagined it to be that good' you chuckled. fred's eyebrows furrowed, 'wait, that was your first time?' he asked surprised. you nodded your head again, nervously this time. he groaned in annoyance, 'merlin, i didn't even think about that. if i knew i would've made it way more special' he said, free hand coming to his forehead. you smiled at him, 'hey it's alright, it was plenty special to me' he kissed your forehead, 'that's ok then' he smiled back at you. 'give me too seconds i'm gonna wash my face, my eyes hurt from the crying heh' you said embarrassed after mentioning the before activities. fred smirked at you, removing his arm. you pulled back the curtain and got out of the bed, standing up and your legs gave way, falling with a thud and a yelp. fred laughed, turning to his side leaning on his hand watching you try to walk. you glared back at him, standing up once more after gripping the bed post, legs shaky and achy you hobbled to the bathroom, fred smirking the whole time.

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x male reader #fred weasley smut #harry potter fic #harry potter #weasleys #weasley twins

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b00inazkaban · 1 year

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Request: could you maybe do a caregiver George Weasley and a little male reader? I can’t find any :( and it make me sad. Any plot really but maybe the twins prank him while he is little on accident and he cries so George comforts him and finds out about his age regression? Thank youuu!! <;3🍉⭐️🧃

Fandom: Harry Potter; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

Readers pronouns: He/Him (could be read as they/them but more towards male, he/him reader)

Warnings/includes: Little bit of angst, little space, comfort, crying reader, discovery of little space, pranksters

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It was your 7th year, you and the twins were in the same year….and you were best friends the Weasley twins. But they just wouldn’t stop playing pranks on you. You had had some tramas growing up, so you discovered a thing called age regression and started using that to cope and you’d been scared the twins would play a prank on you while in little space…we’ll today it happen.

You’d been really stressed with all of your work for your last year at Hogwarts, you’d also began to slip into little space as you were working. The twins sneak in with confetti poppers, fireworks and a whole bunch of other nonsense. You’d started to slip worse when they decided to set them off. You got so scared and slipped all the way after you processed it you couldn’t hold your tears in any longer, and you started to cry.

“George came back to check on you because he’d heard crying and sniffling. “Baby, what…oh my gosh was that cause of us? I’m so so so sorry baby I didn’t know you were in little space….” He said going and wrapping you in a hug and you sniffled into his shoulder. He picked you up from your chair at your desk holding you in his arms whispering soft comforting words into your ears as he grabbed a stuffier and went to the bed to lay with you. All he did was apologize, because he was oh so very sorry.

“It’s okay daddy, I know it was an accident I forgive you” you say as you started fading into your own little dream world. George just cradled you in his arms until you fell asleep, making a mental note to talk to his brother about not pranking you. He doesn’t ever want this to happen again because he felt so bed and guilty for pranking you while in little space.

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A/n: sorry I haven’t been getting stuff out sooner I’ve just been having some bad mental health, but I think I’m doing better and doing y’all’s requests quicker now! :)

#fanfiction #harry potter #hp imagine #george wealsey imagine #sfw little post #sfw agere #sfw interaction only #fred weasley #george weasly x reader #george weasley x male reader

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theodorelore · 11 months

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𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❊ harry potter

❊ ron weasley

❊ hermione granger

❊ sirius black

❊ remus lupin

❊ james potter

❊ cedric diggory

❊ fred weasley

❊ george weasley

#platonic x reader #male reader #harry potter x reader #ron weasly x reader #hermione granger x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #cedric diggory x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasly x reader

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beansnsoup · 1 year

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you’re not shadowbanned i can see you in the tags

YAYYYYY, I AM STILL TAKING REQUESTS ATM, SEND EM IN!! I LOVE WRITING FOR YALL

#harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #headcanon #fred weasley x reader #wednsday addams #wednesday #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x male reader #xavier thorpe x addams!reader #spiderman x reader #marvel

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redraspberriewrites · 7 months

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Request are open! -Red Raspberry

Hello! I dont have a name I can share, but you can surely call me Red Raspberry, or simply Rasperry. I write fics, and I can take request for now. These are the boundaries im going to set, and the fandoms I write for. (i write headcanons, oneshots, drabbles and LONG ASS FICS) I ONLY WRITE X READER FICS

FANDOMS ASTV Mind all smut will be with agedup!characters or with adult ones.

Hobart Brown x reader (smut, fluff, platonic) Pavitr Prabhakar

x reader

(smut, fluff, platonic) Miles Morales/ Miles Morales earth 42

x reader

(smut, fluff, platonic) Gwen Stacy x Reader (platonic,fluff) Peter B. Parker (fluff, platonic) Miguel Ohara x Reader (smut, fluff, platonic) Kinks I write for

Daddy/ mommy kinks BDSM Praise/Degradation (slight) being catched in the act Dirty talk Breeding, size kink marking kink (slight) choking kink Mayybe cum kinks Things I dont write for

rape or sexual assault/violence, any abuse, kidnapping, pedophilia (Topics that are like this)

suicide, active/graphic self harm (tho,I do stand refernces to it)

gore, necrophilia, human trafficking, cults (for my own personal comfort)

furry/anthro stuff (never)

Not anything relating vomit, pee or that stuff. (comfort reasons) NO SMUT REQUESTS ABOUT MAYDAY PARKER (SHES A BABY) Male/Male Smut (cuz i couldnt imagine it) Harry Potter Harry James Potter ( Platonic, Fluff) Ronald Weasly (Fluff, platonic) Hermione Granger (Platonic) Neville Longbottom (platonic,fluff) Severus Snape (platonic) Sirius Black (fluff, platonic) Fred Weasly (smut, fluff, platonic) George Weasly (platonic,fluff, smut) Bill Weasly (fluff, smut, platonic) I hope its clear and understood :) Take care!! Red Raspeberry out

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patrickswhore · 3 years

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Fred Weasley X Male reader

A/N: yeah I know I’ve been gone for a while and I’m not promising I’ll be back but enjoy anyways ;) also if you’ve seen Iasip you’ll get some of the references

Fred’s POV

I opened my eyes and rubbed my forehead, I had a banging headache and my eyes wouldn’t quite open because of the morning light shining through the window.

The night had been insane, a lot of drinking, some drugs and a whole lot of trouble.

I felt pretty bare so I lifted the covers slightly to check how much clothes I was wearing and to my excitement, I was bare naked.

I rolled over to see a smaller figure laying besides me with their back turned. I checked under the covers again to see the person was naked too and had a great ass. I did a small “yes” motion to myself and laid an arm around the person, pulling them close and snugging my head into the crook of their neck, giving light kisses up to their ear. The person started to wake up and said a small good morning.

I will admit that I should have figured out something was wrong from that good morning which sounded way deeper then any other girl I’ve been with. I ran my hand up their stomach to grab a fist full of tit but to my surprise I couldn’t find anything even resembling a boobie. This slightly startled me as I lifted my head a bit to see their face.... I froze. It... it was a dude.

I jumped up, grabbing my shirt which had been thrown on the floor and covered my crotch. The boy sat up, confused and still half asleep.

“You okay, Freddie?” He asked rubbing his face.

“D-did we...”

“Fuck? Yes, silly. Were you really that fucked up yeasteday?”

“Oh shit.... im- I’m not gay”

“You’re not gay? But you gave it to me like you had done it before”

“This is.... not good”

“Oh stop being so fucking dramatic and come back to bed”

“No no no I need to go for a walk” i said gathering some clothes and quickly putting it on before storming out of the room, the boy shouting my name in the back but I just had to get out of there.

While walking down the stairs in a hurry, people tried to stop me.

“Awesome party yesterday, mate”

“Hey are you okay? You and (y/n) just disappeared yesterday”

“How’s that ass feeling?”

Fuck, I need to find George.

I ran to the great hall to see my brother at the table, reading the daily profet. I sat across from him and tore the newspaper out of his hands.

“What the fuck happened yesterday?”

“Well brother you and me threw an awesome party, we got seriously fucked up, saw you sticking your tounge down a (hogwarts house) boy’s throat and then you disappeared”

“This is seriously not good” I put my head in my hands as I got a few rough pats from my brother.

“Just go for a walk outside, it’ll clear ya head”

I was walking outside, trying to remember last night. A few memories would pop up now and again. Mostly memories of the boy I presumed to be (y/n) laying beneath me, moaning and panting. Whenever those thought would pop up, i would shake my head and try to remember something else, but it never worked. I just kept thinking about him laying underneath me, moaning my name and biting my shoulder. Fuck, why was he on my mind so much.

I felt someone sit down on the bench besides me. I looked up from my hands to see (y/n) looking into the Forrest far in front of us.

“Are you really that ashamed of me that it’ll bring you to tears?”

“I wasn’t crying, I was trying to remember last night”

“Oh so you do wanna remember? Would’ve thought you just wanted to forget all about it”

“Look I’m not ashamed of you... I’m just.. I don’t know what I am anymore”

This made (y/n) shift his eyes towards me and lay his hand on my knee.

“It’s okay to be confused... But don’t lie to me... I know you’re ashamed”

I looked at him, his eyes had once again shifted towards the Forrest. I mand up and grabbed his cheek, turning his head and locking our lips. He kissed back and wrapped his hands around the back of my neck as we made out.

I parted first, resting my forehead against his, still holding his cheek.

“I’m not fucking ashamed... I just need time to figure myself out”

“Deal”

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #Fred weasly x male reader #fred weasley x male reader #x male reader #male reader #gay reader #gay Harry Potter #gay hp #gay fanfic #gay fanfiction #Harry potter x male reader

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august-writes · 3 years

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Double Trouble (Weasley Twins x Male Reader)

Summary: Sneaking out with the twins at night didn’t exactly turn out the way y/n expected, but he’s not complaining

Pairing: Top! Weasley Twins x Bottom! Male Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, Threesome

Requested but i can’t tag them for some reason

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"Hey, y/n!" Fred called out, speeding up to catch up with the boy in front of him.

"Yes, Fredrick?" Y/n replied in a teasing tone.

"You see, George and I were thinking about wreaking some havoc tonight, as usual. You want in?" The red haired Gryffindor asked, placing his arm on his friend's shoulder.

Y/n stopped walking, thinking to himself. Wandering around the castle at night with Fred and George was always loads of fun. They had given the Marauders Map to Harry the year before and now it was a bigger risk, which made it much more exciting. As much as y/n wanted to wander around the mysterious castle and evade Filch's capture, he had a test to study for in transfiguration the next morning.

"I probably shouldn't. If I fail this test my mom and dad are going to kill me. I'll probably get a howler." Y/n shook his head.

"Oh come on. You'll be fine. It's not as much fun without you." George walked up behind the pair, putting his arm on y/n's other shoulder.

Y/n sighed, shaking his head, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Fred and George high-fived as y/n answered, "Meet us outside the common room at eleven o'clock."

Y/n nodded before walking quickly to his next class as not to be late. He smiled to himself as he thought of previous adventures around Hogwarts he had had with the Weasley twins. They had found almost every secret passage, room, and hallway that the castle had to offer. They even devised a game in third year that consisted solely of making a ruckus then running from Filch. That one had landed them in detention more times then they could possibly count.

Eleven o'clock rolled around and y/n was standing in front of the portrait of the fat lady, tapping his foot impatiently. He looked at his watch and sighed. He knew he should probably still be studying, but it was hard to say no to the gingers. Just as the clock hit eleven o two, the duo came crawling out of the portrait hole.

"Ah, glad you could make it." George smiled his usual cocky smile.

"Yeah, we thought you might actually stand us up." Fred added.

"Alright, where're we going?" Y/n asked, uncrossing his arms.

"C'mon, we'll show you." George placed his hand in the small of y/n's back, leading him.

It was mostly silent as they walked down the dark and empty corridors. Occasionally they'd have to hide and wait for a teacher to pass by before they continued walking. Fred was slightly ahead and stopped when he got to the end of the corridor on the seventh floor. Y/n looked confused. Suddenly there was a door there that he was sure he'd never seen before.

"I swear that has never been there before." Y/n spoke aloud, looking at the twins with confusion.

Without answering him, Fred opened the door, and George led y/n into the room. It was a room with nothing but a bed and some candle light. Y/n looked around, very confused at what he was seeing. Was this someone's room they were invading? He stopped in his tracks, attempting to stop George by holding onto his wrist tightly.

"Guys, I don't think we should be in here." Y/n told the two Weasley brothers with a tone of panic in his voice.

"This, my dear y/n, is the room of requirement." Fred sat on the edge of the bed, "It's a room that only shows up when you need it. Inside of it, will be what you need. No one else will be able to find it."

"Okay I'm confused." Y/n let go of George, walking over to the bed as well, "Why do you need a room with only a bed in it? I mean, you have beds already."

Fred looked up at George, smirking mischievously. Y/n glanced between the two, trying to read their facial expressions. It was hard to do when they both always had the same mischievous look on their faces. Y/n hit George's chest softly.

"Would one of you answer me?" He demanded.

"You're a bit slow today, aren't you? Why do you think we'd want you alone in a room with soundproof walls and a bed? Hmm? Use your head, sweetheart." Fred answered.

"Soundproof walls?" Y/n stuttered, "You two mean..."

"Yes, dear. I mean, only if it's okay with you." George sat down next to Fred, looking up at y/n as he stood in front of them.

Y/n bit his lip softly as he looked away from the twins. His cheeks were glowing red and he hoped they couldn't tell in the dim lighting. He had always had a secret crush on the twins, but they never seemed too interested in him. Then again, thinking back he remembered all the times that the two would stare at him in class and pass a note back and forth. He thought it was just a plan to prank him, but they never did. Y/n was already starting to get hard at the thought of what the duo might do to him.

"Well?" Fred asked.

"Yes." Y/n answered, "Please."

"That's my boy." George smirked, pulling y/n by his wrist over to the bed.

"Our, George. I'm here too." Fred reminded him.

"It's an expression, Freddie." George rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." Fred started unbuttoning his shirt, "Remember what mom always told us, George. Sharing is caring."

Y/n let out a giggle that turned into a moan as George kissed down his neck roughly. Fred started kissing the other side of y/n's neck, making his knees feel weak. George had already found his sweet spot and was using his teeth to nip at the sensitive area. Fred moved his mouth up to kiss y/n on the lips, tugging at the bottom of his sweater. They all separated momentarily so that y/n could take off his sweater and so George could unbutton his own shirt.

"Please, don't tease." Y/n whined as Fred ran his tongue over his nipple, eliciting a string of moans.

"Yeah, I'm running out of patience too." George replied, undoing his belt.

Fred did the same and y/n ridded himself of the rest of his clothing. The twins finished stripping as well and pushed y/n on the bed, face down. Fred grabbed a bottle of lube from the pocket of his jeans that were laying on the ground. Y/n laughed to himself.

"Do you just carry that around all the time?" He asked, moving his head so he could see.

"No. Just on special occasions." Fred teased, pulling y/n's hips up and spreading his legs more.

George came around to the other side, keeling on the bed in front of y/n. The boy pushed himself up with his hands, knowing what George wanted. Behind him, Fred had dripped some of the lube onto his hole and was starting to push a finger in. Y/n winced at first but let his body relax so it wouldn't hurt as much. George was getting impatient and he put his tip to y/n's lips. He gladly accepted it, taking George into his mouth. It was bigger than he had expected.

"Merlin, he's so tight, George." Fred struggled to insert a second finger.

"I doubt he will be once we're done with him." George answered, grabbing onto y/n's hair.

The room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter as Fred started thrusting his fingers faster. Y/n was moaning around George's dick, sending vibrations through it. George was desperate for more. He wanted to start fucking y/n's mouth, but he knew he wouldn't last long like that so he let y/n set the pace. The pace wasn't very much at all. Y/n was having a hard time doing much of anything except moan and occasionally bob his head.

Fred slipped his third finger in, making sure that y/n was worked open enough that it wouldn't be too painful. After a few thrusts with all three fingers inside, Fred decided that y/n was ready. He removed his fingers and grabbed the bottle of lube, coating his now aching cock in it. Fred sighed in pleasure as he pushed all the way in.

"You're sucking me right in, baby." Fred chuckled, slapping y/n's ass.

Y/n let out a loud moan, taking George out of his mouth with a line of spit dripping from his lips. He gripped onto the bedsheets tightly, burying his face in the bed. George gripped onto y/n's hair, pulling him back up and putting his cock inside the boy's mouth.

"I didn't say you could stop, did I?" He asked, starting to thrust his hips.

"No." Y/n tried to speak but all that came out was a whimper.

George kept his grip on y/n's hair as he slid in and out of his mouth slowly. Fred was speeding up his thrusts, making y/n moan around his brother's dick constantly. George could already feel himself twitching from the pleasure. Fred was now setting a steady pace as he fucked into y/n roughly. George followed his tempo, making y/n gag like crazy.

The twins were starting to get close and y/n could tell. He used one of his hands to reach down and pump his own cock in his hand. His body was shaking at the added pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm so close." George growled.

"Me too." Fred responded, snapping his hips faster, "You gonna cum too, baby?"

"Uh huh." Y/n stroked himself faster, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly.

That was all it took to throw George over the edge, spilling his cum into y/n's mouth. Y/n came next, falling face down into the mattress as soon as George pulled out of his mouth. Fred gave one last thrust before he came deep inside y/n. He rode out his orgasm, making y/n scream from the sensitivity.

“He’s too fucked out to go for round two. We might break the poor thing.” George chuckled, ruffling y/n’s hair.

“Hmm, that’s too bad. I guess we’ll have to do this again sometime.” Fred replied, grabbing y/n’s clothes off of the ground and starting to dress him, “C’mon, babe. Cant stay in here all night.”

“But I’m tired.” Y/n protested.

“We’ll carry you. Now come on sleepyhead. Put in some effort.” George laughed, buttoning his pants back up.

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There You Are, Love - F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Description: Fred Weasley saves you from an uncomfortable situation. Now he has to pretend to be your boyfriend to keep you safe, or so you think.

Warnings: Minor sexual harassment

Nothing was going right that morning. You’d woken up late, knocked your cup of coffee all over your favorite sweater so you had to change, and when you’d unlocked the door to Flourish and Blotts, you’d discovered that the new display had fallen overnight and knocked over three other shelves. Books were scattered across the floor with cracked spines and ripped pages. You let out a strangled screech and stomped over to the counter, slamming your bag down harshly.

The unfortunate thing was that you’d actually woken up in a fairly good mood, but it was clear the universe had other ideas in mind. You made a mental note to check the star chart at some point - one of the few things you’d kept up from your days at Hogwarts.

Sighing, you turned to clean the mess before you could start the rest of the day. You crouched down and reached for a pile of books, freezing at the sound of a loud crack. You winced as you slowly pulled out your wand from your back pocket - snapped into two pieces.

Great.

Tears blurred your eyes at that next thing to go wrong. There was no way around it, you’d have to get it fixed. Vaguely you remembered when Ron had broken his wand in second year - it had been a complete disaster that had resulted in your bangs being burned off in charms class.

Taking a deep breath, you wiped the tears off your cheeks and grabbed your bag, hastily writing a note that the shop would be open late, and locking the door behind you. You threw a glance at the Weasley’s joke shop as it erupted with lights and sound before scurrying past to Olivander’s. What could they possibly be doing at nine in the morning that required fireworks. You had never had a conversation with the twins but you’d always admired them from afar at Hogwarts, and you knew they were always getting into some kind of trouble or commotion.

The past year you’d worked in Diagon Alley with them only confirmed that as you’d watch the displays and demonstrations they’d perform to the crowds from the window.

The doorbell to Ollivander’s jingled as you stepped into the small shop, and you felt the same comfort that you had when you stepped in when you were eleven, getting your wand for the first time. Mr. Ollivander had been so kind to you and helped you navigate Diagon Alley so you didn’t get lost. Over the years, you’d always taken the time to stop in and say hello to Mr. Ollivander and he’d be happy to see you every time. Now that you were running Flourish and Blotts, it was common for you to drop off lunch to him or go round for a cup of tea.

It was quiet this morning so hopefully he could quickly mend your wand and get you back in business, but he still hadn’t come out from the back.

“Hello, Mr. Ollivander? It’s me! Do you mind if I come back?” You called before moving behind the counter. A handsome man with dark hair popped out around the corner and you jumped in surprise, not expecting anyone but the older gentleman. He grinned, dimples deepening, at seeing you startled. “Oh, excuse me, I was expecting-”

“He’s not feeling well this morning, so I told him I’d come in.” The guy said, moving into the light, and held out a hand. “I’m Christian, I’m apprenticing to be a wand maker.”

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you.” You shook his hand quickly, but he held on tight for a moment before you could pull back, excitement shone in his bright blue eyes. Your stomach twisted with discomfort, all your instincts telling you to leave. “I just needed to get my wand mended but I’ll just wait until tomorrow.”

“Nonsense, I can fix that up for you. I may not be Mr. O, but I can get the job done.” He said, giving you a slimy smile.

You grimaced a smile in return before turning to leave. “That’s alright, I’ll just-”

“Come on,” he grabbed your wrist tightly and tugged you to the back room, “we’ll get you fixed up in a jiffy.”

You trailed behind him into the tiny workshop that you’d sat in a dozen times, feeling more uncomfortable than ever. Usually the fireplace was roaring, warming the whole room, and there was a plate of red currant tarts in the corner. Today, the fireplace was quiet and there was only a lone light dangled over the workbench, casting shadows on the wall.

Christian held his hand out to you and you, reluctantly, handed over your wand pieces. He stood at the bench and examined the pieces. You wrapped your arms around yourself and edged toward the door.

“You should come look at this, you might find it interesting.” He said, breaking the silence.

“That’s alright, I’ll just let you work. I need to get back to the shop soon so I can start opening.”

“It’ll just take a second, come here.”

You really needed to learn how to say no to people.

Taking a few steps forward, you looked down at your wand, entirely unaware of what you were supposed to be seeing. Christian pointed out a few facts about repairing dragon heartstring, dropping a compliment or two about having to be a powerful witch to handle a dragon core wand. You nodded impatiently and moved to step back again. Christian’s arm snaked around your waist and brought you in tight to his side.

“I think it’s really great to meet a witch who must be able to perform some of the hardest spells. It must mean you’re incredibly intelligent.” He gave you another slimy smile, his eyes trailing down your body. “Intelligence on top of being drop dead gorgeous, you’re the dream girl.”

Your insides rolled, “that’s nice of you, however, I really should get back. You can just have a messenger send the wand along-” You struggled to get out of his grip that was tightening on your hip, you could already imagine the bruises that would be there.

“Why don’t you stay a while, the shop’s already closed.”

“I don’t think so.” You whimpered at the sensation of his nose trailing along your jaw.

Christian opened his mouth to say something else, when the door to the workshop opened. “Hey, Mr. O, can you help me out-”

Your eyes flashed up to see Fred Weasley standing frozen, staring at the situation. He glanced between Christian, who had moved a few steps away from you bashfully, you, whose eyes were wide with terror, and down to the red marks shining on your wrist.

“There you are, love, I’ve been looking for you all morning.” Fred said, a bright grin on his face, and he opened his arm to you. Quickly, you darted under his arm and he tucked you in close.

Christian cleared his throat, his eyes darting from you to Fred, before reaching forward to shake Fred’s hand. “I’m Christian Lindt, I’m apprenticing with Ollivander. And you are?”

Fred just stared at the open hand, disgust in his eyes. “Fred Weasley. My brother and I own the joke shop up the way.” You rested your cheek against Fred’s chest, letting his calming scent of smoke and cinnamon comfort you.

“I didn’t realize that you had a boyfriend.” He directed the question at you and you squeaked in response. Fred’s arm tightened around you protectively and he glared at Christian.

“I don’t think that really matters, does it? At any rate, she does and I would suggest that the next time you want to put your hands on someone, you make sure they want you to.”

Your heart was pounding in your ears. The thought of how horrible this situation could have gone and how lucky you were that Fred had stepped in. Him and George had always seemed like the protective type and you were thankful he’d shown up when he did.

Christian scowled slightly before continuing. “I would do nothing less. Was there something I could help you with? I heard you say you were looking for my boss.”

Fred ignored his question to tilt his head down and make eye contact with you, his big brown eyes filled with concern. “What were you doing here, darling?”

Clearing the lump from your throat, you pointed to your broken wand on the table, “I needed to get my wand mended. I accidentally snapped it this morning.”

“Oh silly girl,” Fred rushed to collect your wand and shoved it into his pocket. “We’ll just run down to Kiddell’s and he’ll take care of it.”

“You’re going to go to that crackpot? He doesn’t know anything about mending dragon heartstring.” Christian scoffed.

“I’m positive we can figure it out without you.” Fred snarked as he led you toward the front door. Your eyes were fixed on the floor, taking one step at a time, not risking the chance of making eye contact with Christian.

“Maybe I’ll see you around, sugar.” Christian called out, a fake sweetness in his voice.

Beside you, Fred tensed, and on instinct, you reached for his hand. You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face at the feeling of his calluses rubbing against your soft skin. He shot you an appreciative grin and let the door slam behind him loudly.

Letting out the breath you’d been holding, you moved to drop his hand, but he kept holding on, not ready to let go of the tether keeping him from going back in and beating that guy’s face in.

“Don’t let go, he’s still watching us.”

You resisted the urge to look back, and let Fred lead you toward the joke shop, his face made of stone. Pausing, you lifted your head up to watch the automated Weasley twin lift his top hat at you, intensely aware of Fred’s eyes boring a hole into the side of your head. You turned to look at him and he gestured to follow him in.

Across the shop, George lifted his head at the sound Fred of returning. “Did you figure out why the wands were sprouting- Oh, who’s this?”

Fred gave George your name tersely, “she took over Flourish and Blotts.” George nodded vaguely, still not placing you, Fred continued, “we’re going to the back, just let me know if you need help.”

George waved them on and ducked back behind the shelf he’d appeared from. You trailed behind Fred, your hand still in his, to the back workshop. Your steps faltered for a moment at the memory of the back room at Ollivanders as Fred opened the door. Looking over his shoulder, Fred’s face relaxed.

“Don’t worry, I would never hurt you.”

You didn’t hesitate to believe him. You’d heard stories over the years at school about what great guys the Weasley twins were, different than the prat their younger brother could be sometimes. This time, you stepped forward with no hesitation, letting Fred close the door softly.

The room was larger than you’d imagined, trinkets and tools were scattered on every surface, and boxes were stacked until they almost touched the ceiling. There were two desks shoved into the corner and papers covered every inch. You took your time, wandering along the workbench, taking all of it in. Spinning around, your eyes met his instantly.

“You know who I am.” Was all you could say.

Fred cocked his head to the side, “what was that?”

“Erm - just then, when George asked who I was. Well, you knew my name.”

“Why wouldn’t I? We went to school together for four years. You’ve worked across the street from me for a year. I’d be an absolute loon not to notice you.”

Your mouth gaped open in surprise, “I’m pretty sure George has no clue who I am.”

“Yeah, he can be a bit blind when it comes to pretty girls. Only has eyes for Angelina and whatnot.” Fred said absentmindedly, waving his wand and a chair pulled out from the desk.

Your face flushed at the words, and you dropped into the chair. For the first time, you closed your eyes for a second, letting the events of this morning sink in. After a moment, the sound of rustling hit your ears and you opened your eyes to find Fred digging through the desk drawers.

“I have some salve here somewhere, it should take away the bruising. We had a bit of a problem with our boxing telescopes a few months ago, our sister-”

“Ginny.”

He gave you a curious look, “yeah, Ginny, she almost hexed us if we didn’t get rid of her bruise immediately.” He settled into the chair across from you, he’d shed his purple jacket and was left in a lavender button up, rolled up to the elbows, tucked into dark purple pants. Gently, he dipped his fingers into the yellow goo, lifted your wrist and dabbed it over the marks, and your eyes widened in surprise that they began fading away.

“Um, do you think you can take care of these too?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you lifted the hem of your shirt to reveal where he’d grabbed you. Fred let out a vicious growl at the sight and jumped out of his seat.

“I’ll kill him.”

Nervously, you grabbed his hand and he stopped in his tracks. “Please don’t leave. I just want to forget that it happened.”

Fred searched your face for any sign that you wanted him to go pummel the guy. When he found none, he took a deep breath and sat back down. With one hand still holding yours tightly, he used the other one to take care of the bruises on your hip, his cool fingers causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. The silence between you two was comforting, as if there were no words needed, you just understood how each other was feeling.

“Thank you, for everything, Fred. I appreciate you getting me out of there.” You rubbed your thumb against his, hoping to comfort him some. He raised his eyes to yours and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. “I’m sorry you had to pretend to be my... well, anyways, I had better get going. I need to get the shop opened eventually.” You winced as you caught a glimpse of the clock.

“You still need to get your wand fixed right?”

Groaning, you dropped your head into your hands and a lump grew in your throat, “ugh, I’d forgotten all about it. That idiot Kiddell won’t know a thing about fixing it.”

Fred drew your hands away from your face and wiped away the tear that was rolling down your cheek. “Hey, hey, none of that, it’ll be alright. If you can live without it for the day, I’ll take it to Ollivander’s personally tomorrow and get it fixed. Okay?”

“Fred, you don’t have to do that...”

“I’m not letting you go back there with that slimeball around, besides, I had a question for Mr. O anyway. Now, you don’t worry about it for another second. I’ll bring it by tomorrow afternoon.”

He opened the door for you and followed as you weaved through the shelves of Weasley products, making note of the products you found the most interesting as you passed. From a few rows over, George’s nod was the only thing that showed he’d noticed you leaving. Just as you stepped back into Diagon Alley, Fred took your hand again, casting a dark glare in the direction of Ollivander’s, and walked you all the way to the front of Flourish and Blotts.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at four. I hope the rest of your day goes well, but don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”

“I’m a big girl, Fred, I’m sure I can manage to do my job.” You teased him softly. “Thank you again, I’ll keep an eye out for you tomorrow. If you get too busy, just send the wand with a messenger.”

“I won’t be too busy for you, love.”

Butterflies flew around your stomach at his words, then he was striding back to Weasley Wizard Wheezes, not giving you a chance to reply.

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It’d been two months since Fred had saved you at Ollivander’s. Two months since Fred had told Christian that he was your boyfriend. And it’d been two months of Christian’s leery stares from across the alley that made you keep up the charade.

You’d fallen into a comfortable rhythm with Fred because of this. You’d started to use the floo network out of his flat every day, where he’d walk you straight to the shop door, then he’d pick you back up at the end of the day and bring you back to the flat. Sometimes he would pop in at lunch with ice cream from Florean’s, always remembering your favorite flavor.

“Life is uncertain, love, eat the dessert first.” He’d always say when you pestered him about eating sweets so early in the day.

On the good days, you’d stay for dinner, enjoying the company of the twins. After dinner, you and Fred would sit on his couch and talk for hours. His favorite thing was listening to you reminisce about their pranks from an “outsider perspective”, as he called it, or all the things the other houses said about the twins. Embarrassingly you’d blurted out one night that the other houses all assumed Fred and George shared everything, even girls.

His eyes had darkened and he said harshly, “I definitely don’t share.” Then he was back to normal, asking you to tell another story. Your stomach had done somersaults for the rest of the night thinking about how husky his voice had gotten and how his stare had zeroed in on you. Something that had begun to happen more often as you spent more time with Fred. Sometimes you forgot completely that this was a pretend relationship. Your heart had certainly forgotten after him always calling you nicknames or holding your hand every time he had the opportunity.

Now it was the week before Christmas and you’d left Fred’s alone, while he was tucked into bed recovering from a cold. You’d shouted a quick goodbye to George as you dashed out the front door, already deep in thought about the chicken noodle soup you planned to bring Fred at lunch that you hadn’t noticed Christian saunter into the store and lean on the wall.

“That’s a cute sweater.” He drawled loudly.

Your eyes widened at the sound of his voice and you looked down to see Fred’s christmas sweater, a large ‘F’ on the front. He’d given it to you last night when he’d noticed your goosebumps and you had selfishly taken it home with you, unable to part with the soft wool and his soothing scent.

“What do you want, Christian?” You snapped as harshly as you could muster.

He peeled himself off the wall like gum on the bottom of a shoe, giving you a wicked grin and began to walk around the shop. “Where’s your ‘boyfriend’, sugar?” He used his fingers to make quotes around the word boyfriend and flush grew up your neck.

“Where Fred is, is none of your business. Now either tell me what you need or kindly leave.” You said sternly, trying to keep the growing knots in your stomach from getting worse.

He rolled his eyes and kept on strolling, a spider weaving its web. “What I think is that he got tired of carrying around dead weight. Got tired of having to pretend that he was into someone as bland as you just so I couldn’t have a go. I know he isn’t really your boyfriend, sugar, and I’ve been waiting for him to grow bored of running back and forth with you every day.”

Your heart sank at the thought of Fred getting tired of you, unable to recognize the truth from Christian’s cruel words. You’d been enjoying every wonderful moment you got to spend with the red-headed troublemaker, who had pleasantly surprised you with a genuine heart and an unwavering ability to make you laugh. But maybe Christian was right. Fred had only made up that lie to keep you safe, had kept track of you so that you couldn’t be bothered again. Maybe you really were a burden on Fred’s life.

“I don’t know why you bother with that sad excuse for a man anyways,” Your head whipped up at that comment and you narrowed a glare on him, “him and his lousy brother are just a disgrace to the name of wizard.” He had stepped behind the edge of the counter at the last word, a nasty sneer on his face.

“You will never be even half the man that Fred, or George for that matter, is. All you are is a lowlife with nothing better to do than prey on women. And let’s be honest,

the only woman who’d be interested in you would have to be blind and deaf.”

“When are you going to give this up? I can tell that you want me, just stop playing hard to get.” His voice dripped with venom as he trailed his fingers up your arm.

Stepping back, bewildered, you yanked out your wand and pointed it at him, “petrificus totalus!” Sparks shot out and whirled around him. Christian’s body snapped together instantly, his eyes wide with panic, and his large body tumbled backwards with a loud thump.

You easily slipped your wand back into your jeans and stood over Christian, a spiteful smile on your face. “Now, I suggest you keep the Weasley’s names out of your mouth or I may be convinced to give you a tail.” You looked up at the sound of the doorbell to see George standing there, a shocked expression on his face. “George, would you mind getting Mr. Ollivander? I need to discuss his apprentice’s hobbies with him.”

George smirked at you, “remind me never to get on your bad side.”

The rest of the day had disappeared in a blur. You’d had a long discussion with Ollivander about Christian’s behavior, had fielded hundreds of customers all day with the holidays looming, and all you wanted to do was crawl into your bed and sleep for a day.

Before you could, you had one last person you had to talk to. You’d waved at George, receiving an encouraging smile in return, before you trudged up the stairs to the flat. Letting yourself in, you took your time walking to Fred’s room, stopping outside the closed door. You knocked softly, praying that he might be too tired to talk.

A soft ‘come in’ came from the room and you opened the door to find Fred sitting at his desk, papers all around him. He peaked over his shoulder, a smile spreading on his face at the sight of you.

“Hello doll, I was wondering where you were at.”

“I kept the store open late for all the last minute customers, it’s been crazy all day.” You said, sinking onto Fred’s bed across from him. “Looks like you’re feeling better?”

“Loads.” He stood up from his desk and moved to the open spot beside you, casually wrapping his arm around your back. “George said you had an eventful morning.”

Forcing yourself to look at him, you blanched, “he told you about that?”

“Of course he did. I was hoping you’d come visit me at lunch to tell me yourself.”

“I wanted to see you, I just got busy with all the customers.” You swallowed at the lie. At the fact that you were just too chicken to stop this thing with him. “I guess now you don’t have to bother with me anymore.”

Fred raised an eyebrow at you, confusion in his eyes, “what are you talking about, love?”

“You know,” you gestured between the two of you, “this can end. You don’t have to keep pretending to be my boyfriend. Mr. Ollivander said he was terminating Christian’s apprenticeship, so we don’t have to see him anymore.”

“I know that, darling, George told me.”

You shook Fred’s arm off you and stood up, starting to pace back and forth. “So, you know, you don’t have to be bothered with me anymore. You can go back to your normal life, forget I exist and all of that.” Fred chuckled and you paused to shoot him an angry look.

“Darling-”

“Don’t darling me, Fred. I’m not blind, I know you could have any bird around and I’ve just been putting a damper on that-”

“But-”

“No buts, Fred. You’re clever, generous, utterly hilarious, and any girl would go absolutely batty to have your affection. I just can’t stand in your way anymore, I need to let you find someone who’s going to make you happy-”

“Woman, will you just stop talking and let me say something?” Fred interjected as he moved in front of you, his hands landing on your shoulders. You shivered at the sensation of his thumbs running along your neck, every word disappearing from your mind. “Well?”

“You-you told me to stop talking...”

“Right, I did.” He hesitated, his brown eyes scanned your face and your body warmed as they lingered on your lips for a moment too long. “Sweetheart, I know that this may have started because that little prick didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself, but when I saw you that day, looking so scared and alone - I’ve never wanted to take care of someone more in my life.”

“Fred-”

“It’s my turn to talk, love. I haven’t been spending all this time with you as some game or some reason for your safety. I like spending time with you because you make me smile. I look forward to the moment I get to see you in the morning, I spend all day thinking about how I might get you to stay a few more minutes every night. God, I love the sight of you, standing here in my sweater.” He swallowed thickly, “I-I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Blood rushed to your ears, muffling the world around you. Fred’s hands on your shoulders were the only things keeping your knees from buckling. Stumbling backwards, you sat back down and stared at him. He rubbed his hands against his thighs nervously, watching to see what you would do next.

“God I just screwed that up. I hadn’t meant to say it like that. I had planned to make you a nice dinner and get you some flowers. Preferably not while I was still in pajamas. I’m so sorry, darling. Please say something.”

“You love me?” You croaked out.

“Does that scare you?” Fred knelt down in front you, his hands brushing your waist as he pulled you closer.

“Yes- No- I’m not sure. It only scares me because I’m not sure I’m worthy of you.”

“Wor- what are you talking about? George told me about how you stuck up for us and that wicked hex you put on Christian. Bloody hell, I’m in awe of you, woman.”

You were at a loss for words, the sincerity in his voice bringing you to tears. Giving him a shaky smile, you draped your arms around his neck. He leaned back to get a better look at your face, nervous that you might reject him still.

“Fred Weasley, I’m falling in love with you too.”

An astonished grin spread across his face, his brown eyes shining with glee. Gradually, Fred leaned closer, his lips hovering inches from yours. Your breath hitched and you closed the distance swiftly, sinking into a deep kiss. A quiet moan escaped you causing him to lift you up flush against his chest.

Sooner than you’d wanted, he pulled back, letting your lip snap back reluctantly. Quickly he pecked another few sweet kisses on your lips and you sighed at the feeling. His forehead rested against yours and you giggled quietly at the suddenness of everything.

“What do you say, love, can I still tell people you’ve got a boyfriend?” Fred asked cheekily.

Chuckling, you said, “only if that boyfriend is you.”

“It’s about time you two figured it out.” Splitting apart, you both turned around to find George leaning against the door frame, a cup of tea in his hand. Fred yanked a pillow off the bed and chucked it in his direction, barely missing George as he dodged it. “Alright, alright, I’ll give you two lovebirds some privacy. Have fun.” You listened for the door to click before you leapt forward to kiss Fred again.

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bagerfluff · 9 months

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hii its me again, the person who requested a fred weasley one shot! may i be 💜 anon??

i have another request cause i loove ur writing so much, i was wondering if you could do a bit of a prequel to the one shot where the reader wants to meet the rest of the weasleys during the summer, but at that time, fred was staying at grimmauld place and tries to convince his mum to let the reader stay over. you can take it from here, ill be happy with anything:))) have a lovely day!!!

Hi, I hope this what you wanted and you are really nice. Have a good day or night. :)

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Summer Fun

Ah, summer. Everyone loves it. You have all the time to do anything you want. And the thing Y/n wanted was to meet his boyfriend's family. He hasn't met them yet and he wanted to. He's heard that the Weasley's are a disgrace to the pureblood name but according to Fred they where great and he wanted to meet them.

But when he asked his boyfriend Fred said that this year might not be the best time. When Y/n asked why Fred said that he was staying at Grimmauld Place and his Mum might not let them. But after asking almost every five minutes, Fred couldn't say no to his boyfriend and said that he would ask.

The smile that Y/n gave was worth it, and that's how we got here. Fred basally begging his mum for Y/n to come over. "Please Mum" Fred said to his Mum as she was cooking dinner for every one that was staying.

"Why do you want him to come?" She asked not looking up from what she was cooking.

"He wants to met you," Fred said but cringed at what his Mum said after that.

"Why is it so important for your friend to met us?" Molly asked turning around.

That was real reason Fred didn't want Y/n to come over. He hasn't come out yet. He knew that his parents would accept him but for some reason he just couldn't. But now he had to; he didn't want his boyfriend to be sad.

"Because" Fred took a deep breath "Y/n is my boyfriend".

Molly stopped cooking and turned around to look at her son. "That's great," Molly said real happily and went to hug her son. Fred let out a sight of relief and hugged his Mum's back.

When Molly pulled away she asked Fred why he told her that he never found the time and that Y/n was welcome to come and met the rest of the family. Fred basically ran up to his room to write the letter to Y/n.

Dear Y/n

Guess what my mom said you could come over and stay!

I guess you where right after all.

Make sure you get ready to met my family and a lot of other people.

I also came out to my mom and she accepts me!

But I guess you already knew that, anyway have a safe trip here

and I love you.

Love Freddie

When Y/n got the letter he was ecstatic. He had never packed his bags so quickly. He quickly apparated to Grimmauld Place where Fred was waiting for him.

"Y/n!" Fred yelled as he wrapped him in a hug.

They normally don't see each other during the summer, so this was their first summer together. Y/n hugged Fred back but only got to hug him for a bit before Fred dragged him into his room to put his stuff away and wait for dinner to be done

Time Skip

"Time for Dinner" Fred looked up at that. Dinner was done, time for Y/n to meet his family. Fred looked down at his boyfriend who was reading a book but put it down when he heard Molly scream.

"You ready?" He asked and Y/n nodded, sweating a little.

They got up and headed down stairs and when they got down everyone was looking at them. Y/n and Fred felt a little shaky as everyone was looking at them.

No one said anything until Arthur asked "Who's this Fred?"

Fred swallowed the spit in his mouth before talking. "This is Y/n" he grabbed his hand. "My boyfriend".

Everyone looked at them before they started congratulating them and introducing themselves.

Y/n was happy that he met Fred's family and Fred was happy that he met them and happy that it went well.

#gay #lgbtq #male reader imagines #harry potter #fred weasly x male reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley #syltherin #pansexual #asexual #bisexaul

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fluffthecloud · 1 year

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Their Soulmate

Weasley Twins x Male Reader

Summary: Reader has one big soulmate mark on his back instead of a small one on his arm like most people in Hogwarts. He didn't know why but didn't really took mind to it. Now he got put in Hufflepuff, but somehow became friends with the mischievous twin gingers, mainly because they rode on the train together.

Genre:Fluff

Request: ❌

Warnings: N/A

Notes: This is based off a story on AO3 that had the reader as trans post top surgery. This is a Soulmate AU and at this time people didn't really know what polyamory was so everyone thought you had one soulmate.

Tags: @jasperthechaosgremlin pt. 2 pt.3

Y/N got his letter at any normal age Wizards gets theirs. Though his parents weren't too happy, they were envious. Y/N's parents always wanted to go to Hogwarts but they never gotten a letter, so like any other person that never gotten a letter, they went to another magic school that thought the same things just at a lower level.

Y/N had everything he needed nothing more nothing less, so with a few clothes for weekends and things to do in his free time he didn't have much, plus some money for snacks on the train and if he were to buy anything while at Hogwarts.

He was left at the train station by his parents after they told him where to go, he was a bit confused by this and their behavior after he got the letter. Y/N follows their directions to platform 9¾, and he was a bit confused as he was met with a pillar, a brick pillar. "Oh hello there young man!" A sweet voice said behind him, making him turn around, that's when he saw the gingers.

"Hi." He replied back smiling "am I in your way?" He asked moving slightly just in case he was.

"Oh no you are fine, but are you lost?" The lady asked, "oh where are my manners, I'm Molly Weasley, and these are my children, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny." She pointed at each one. (It took me too long to do simple math to see if Ron and Ginny would be kids or babies around this time)

"I'm Y/N L/N, by any chance do you know how to get to platform 9¾?" He asked hoping to not look like a dumbass and that he kids also got a letter.

"Yeah! You just run through the pillar, and then poff your there at the platform!" One of the twins said, Y/N being unsure which one.

"We got our letter a few weeks ago this is our first year!" The other one said, they really need name tags it would be so helpful.

"It's also my first year." Y/N said cheerfully, "so you just run into the pillar?" He asked looking back at Molly.

"Oh right, you'll miss the train, hurry hurry." One by one the red heads ran through, with you following right behind after saying thanks to Molly.

After getting on the train, you find a cabinet to sit in it was completely empty, so you put you bags in the over hang before taking a seat to silently stare out the window. Not long after you hear some commotion just before the cabinet door slides open to reveal none other than Percy, Fred and George. "L/N so nice to see you again!" Percy chimes, "hope you don't mind us joining you."

"Not at all, come sit." You say with a small smile before looking out the window again. But you soon look back to see the twins fighting for the spot next to you, only for Percy to take it, "if you can't share then neither of you can get it." He said as the two sat across from you.

The train ride was very chatty, mainly the twins trying to strike up conversation with you which worked, you really enjoyed their company. Time seemed to fly by fast because before you knew it you were at you stop, so you got your things and followed the Weasley's off the train.

After the boat ride everyone was now in the dinning hall. Everyone was called up one by one, then it was finally your turn "L/N Y/N!" McGonagall called, which in return you walked right up. You took your seat in the chair that was everyone's attention at that point, which made you feel a bit nervous, which made you forget that you were getting sorted into a house, "HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat yelled, and thanks to being out of it for a minute you jumped and the Hufflepuff table cheered.

As the last of the people got sorted into their houses you made some small talk with the other people at your table. That was over very quickly though because after dinner you were told to follow some person called prefect, apparently they are in charge of us getting to the dorm by lights out. Everyone was lead to their dorms and then it was lights out.

#harry potter #george weasley #fred weasley #weasley twins #hogwarts #soulmate au #soulmate marks #male reader #fred weasly x reader #george wealsey x reader #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins x male reader

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inner-sparkle-inner-writings · 2 years

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Welcome!!!

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I’m open to write many fandoms and characters!!! Requests will always be open, I just have a few ground set rules/guidelines to go over before we get started:

Star Wars

• Anakin Skywalker

• Luke Skywalker

• Han Solo

• Kylo Ren/ Ben Solo

• Poe Dameron

• Finn

Harry Potter

• Harry Potter

• Ron Weasley

• Fred & George Weasly

• Draco Malfoy

• Oliver Wood

• Neville Longbottom

• Cedric Diggory

The Office

• Michael

• Dwight

• Andy

• Jim

The Outsiders

• Darry

• Ponyboy

• Sodapop

• Dally

• Two-bit

• Steve

The Maze Runner

• Thomas

• Gally

• Minho

• Newt

Supernatural

• Dean

• Sam

• Castiel

• Lucifer

• Crowley

What I don’t write:

• Smut

• Pregnancy scenes

• rape scenes

• past/present abuse

• yanderes

• polygamy relationships

• toxic relationships

• Character x character

• character x character shipping

• male x male

• female x female

• incest

• self harm/ suicide topics

I do write:

• fluff

• character x reader only

• character x reader shipping

• If there’s a favorite fandom that I don’t have listed, please feel free to request it!

Additional information:

• Updates may be slow

• If you’re uncertain of an idea, feel free to dm it to me and I’ll let you know how I feel about it

• If denied, you’re welcome to send in a different idea

• Requests are always open, feel free to send in as many as you’d like

• I do accept song fic requests!

• Feedback is always welcome and appreciated

• I do follow backs as well!

• That’s all for now, happy reading!!

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#star wars imagine #harry potter imagine #the office imagine #the outsiders imagine #supernatural imagines #taking requests #send in a request #make a request #open for requests #request #requests #requested

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rebellionburnsthemup · 3 years

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Everyone’s Secret

Part 1

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Part 2: You are here

Pairing: Syltherin!Yuta x Male!Hufflepuff!reader

Summary: You and the boy from Slytherin kind of sorta like each other. And since both of you friend groups don’t like each other, you have to find a way to make it work.

“FRED!” George ran to his twin with the most excitement all day. “What George?” Fred looked up from what he was playing with. He shoved the map into his face with a sly smirk. “What’s it now?” “Look.” He points a slim finger at the third floor. Fred’s eyes focus and then widen at what he saw. “What are they doing there?” “Well why don’t we find out?” “I like your thought process.” “Why thank you!”

For some reason Harry agreed to let the twins use the invisibility cloak(probably because they bribed him with butterbeer). They crept in the hallways that were filled with paintings, looking around to see the people on the map. “Look.” Fred whispers in a hush tone. George looks at him and nods as they both carefully walk towards the two. They stop underneath a painting of a family at the table eating. If you squinted you could see them looking at the Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

“At this point I want to punch him so hard.” The boy in you lap huffed as you giggled. “Don’t hurt him too bad, I’m sure he has his reasons.” You ruffle his hair in your hand. “O come on you know you’ve wanted to hit Kim Doyoung for acting childish at some point!” He sat up and frowned. “Hmm mayhaps, but he’s still my friend just as Ten is yours.” You raise a brow, already knowing you’ve won this argument. Yuta huffs and lays his head back on to your lap grumbling a little “I hate it when you’re right.” You give him a peck on the lips, and go back to petting his hair.

You continue talk and the Weasly brothers continue listening. After about 10 more minutes they leave and come up with a plan to explose you both, as they did with Jeno and Jaemin last time. They decided to stick with rumors and then continuously adding more everyday. Word spreads fast at Hogwarts, so why not use it to their advantage.

It started with Yuta was dating someone. Which he denied everytime he was asked. Then it turned to you were dating someone. Of which you also denied. The Weasly twins didn’t even have to spread the next one because someone put the dots together and spread the rumor that they were probably dating each other. They were very amused by that one. That wasn’t even the worst part though. Now Doyoung was more protective of you, asking where you were going every time you left, purposefully walking you places, and would hide you during the run-ins with Yuta’s group. Yuta complained abou how Ten did the exact same thing to him.

Both of you still found your way around it though. Meeting up in other places that no one would suspect. Though the paintings on the third floor missed you guys, so you assured them once everything is resolved you’ll meet up there again.

Once all the rumors died down a little bit the twins thought it was an amazing idea to strike again. “Hey Y/N.” You didn’t even need to turn to know who it was. “Fred.” I mean you could be oblivious sometimes sure, but only Neville Longbottem wouldn’t know that the twins were the ones who start the rumors. “Is it true you’re dating Nakamoto Yuta?” You freeze in your steps and clench your fists. The nerve of these boys. “I have no idea what you mean.” You turn and finally meet their smirking faces. They really knew how to piss you off. “Are you sure? I think the paintings say otherwise.” George spoke up. That was the last straw. You walked up with clenched fists that were ready to punch something or someone. You were suddenly stopped by strong arms that had the scent of green apples and a hint of cinnamon.

The whisper in your ear made you shiver and relax. “They’re not worth it love.” You breathe in and out and grabbed Yuta’s hand as you walked away. Everyone’s faces in the hallway were priceless, but you held in the laugh. You kept walking until you both got to the owlrey. You sat and watched the birds as you lay your head on the calmer boy’s shoulders. “Are you okay with them knowing?” you gently ask the boy, looking at his hand in yours. He breathed out a laugh. You look at him in the eyes and he smiled. “Well as long as if you’re not leaving me, I’m fine with anyone knowing. I love you too much to lose you because of dumb things like this.” He says as he kisses your forehead and places his chin on your head. “What about you? Do you care if they know?” “No.” You breathed out as Yuta closes his eyes with a smile. “Then let’s be us, but now with the world watching.” He said softly. “I’d like that.” You sat there until the bell rang.

After class Yuta walked up to you with confidence and held your hand. You were flustered by the sudden gesture but let it be. Who cares about the Weasly twins? Or if Doyoung and Ten mouths are hanging open at you two? Who cares? Both of you had each other, and that wasn’t going to change.

Bonus: As you walk by the Weasly brothers you flip them off and continue walking with your boyfriend.

#nct yuta fluff #yuta nakamoto #nct yuta #yuta fluff #yuta

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august-writes · 4 years

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Flowers (George Weasley x Male Reader)

Summary: George was certainly not expecting to fall in love with you, a slytherin, but that’s exactly what happened.

Pairing: George Weasley x Male Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: None

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"Mate, if you keep staring at that boy he's going to think you're some type of creep." Fred told his twin brother, nudging him with his elbow.

"What? I'm not starting at him." George defended himself, "I was simply staring in his general direction while I thought about how badly I want to prank Snape."

"Yeah, right." Fred rolled his eyes, "Don't lie to yourself. It's right pathetic."

George shrugged his brother off, trying to focus on his potions book. He couldn't keep his eyes on the page. They kept wandering up and over to where y/n was seated. Y/n's pencil was moving fast and he was biting his lip in concentration. George smiled to himself but quickly looked back down at his book. Something about y/n was so enticing and he couldn't keep his eyes off the slytherin.

“Mr. Weasley,” Professor Snape’s voice filled the quiet room.

Both Fred and George’s heads snapped to the front.

“George Weasley, it would do you good to stop staring at Mr. L/n and do your work.” The potions master told the ginger boy, startling both him and y/n.

George made eye contact with the slytherin boy for a split second before looking away. Y/n’s cheeks were tinted a bright pink and George was sure his were too. Fred had never seen his twin go shy like that before. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of George with a blush on his cheeks and his face buried in a potions book. Fred would never let him hear the end of it.

———

"If you don't talk to him, I'm going to literally shove you into him." Fred threatened, pointing to y/n.

George looked at the slytherin that was currently looking through the display of hiccough sweets. George was pleasantly surprised to see the boy walk into Zonko's almost five minutes prior. He and Fred were examining the dungbombs when he walked by. George stopped dead in his tracks and had been standing there ever since.

"But what if he like hexes me or something? He's a slytherin." George whispered the last part as if it were a big secret.

"Look at him, George. He's holding a stuffed rabbit! Does he look malicious to you?" Fred rolled his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

"Well, no." George scratched the back of his neck.

"Then go!" His twin shoved him toward y/n, "This is embarrassing, George."

George stumbled towards the boy awkwardly. He stopped just behind him, thinking of what to say. After going through the list of pick up lines always ready in his mind, he spoke.

"Hey, y/n is it?" His sudden words made y/n jump slightly.

"Hello! Yes." The slytherin smiled as he turned around, "You're George right?"

"Yeah." George felt the tension leave his body, "Would you like to hang out? You see, I just saw you over here alone and, well, you're just too cute to spend your time in hogsmeade alone."

Y/n smiled to himself, feeling his cheeks heat up. George smirked, thinking to himself that he still had it.

"that sounds lovely, George." Y/n answered the gryffindor.

"Off we go then." George linked arms with his newly found love interest.

Y/n walked merrily towards the door with his arms linked with the ginger and stuffed animal in the other hand. George looked back at his brother, who gave a thumbs up as they left. George steered the two towards Honeydukes.

"You like treacle fudge, I see." George laughed as the slytherin pulled them both to the display of the treats.

"Who doesn't?" Y/n responded, "It's so yummy."

George got lost in y/n's eyes. He could finally see them up close and study them. Y/n noticed George staring and shyly brushed a piece of hair behind his ear. George looked away and grabbed a sugar quill.

"Go on and get your fudge. I'm buying." He dug in his pockets for money.

"George, you don't have-" Y/n was cut off by the gryffindor placing his finger over his lips.

"Sush. Consider this a date. I was the one who asked you wasn't I?" George responded.

“Well, I suppose.” Y/n laughed, “Next date’s on me, Weasley.”

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"Why are you pacing around like that, Georgie? You're acting like this is your first date." Fred patted his brother on the back.

"I'm going to do it, Fred. I'm going to ask y/n to be my boyfriend." George bounced on his toes nervously at the thought.

Y/n and George had been going out for nearly three months (all though "out" was still within the confines of hogwarts). Y/n was absolutely head over heals for the Weasley. Of course, the same could be said for George. Something about y/n was so special to him. The boy even managed to make him lose his cocky demeanor and go shy. No one had ever done that to George Weasley.

Fred could tell how much his twin loved y/n. Even if they weren't dating, they both loved each other. It didn't take long for the feelings to develop. They brought out the best in each other. At first Fred was weary about y/n, being slytherin and all, but the boy had proven him wrong about the stereotype. Y/n was caring, brave, and smart. He fit right in with the brothers.

"Alright, I'm supposed to meet him outside Hagrid's in fifteen minutes. Wish me luck, brother." George exhaled sharply.

"Break a leg." Fred waved.

George walked rather fast out of the castle, into Hagrid's yard. Y/n was already waiting on him. The slytherin had laid out a blanket on the green spring grass. One hand was behind his back as he approached George.

"Whatcha got there, y/n?" George asked, expecting him to have some sort of prank device.

"Flowers." Y/n spoke softly, handing the bouquet of hand picked field-flowers to the ginger.

George pulled y/n close, cupping his cheek as he leaned in for a kiss. Y/n kissed back, resting his hands on George’s chest. The kiss was broken by y/n giggling.

“What?” George asked, fearing he had done something wrong.

“That was the cheesiest thing we’ve ever done, George. I hand you flowers and you pull me in for a romantic kiss. It’s straight out of a romance novel.” Y/n explained, still giggling.

“It would’ve been romantic if you wouldn’t have laughed.” George hit y/n’s chest lightly.

The two boys looked at each other lovingly before crashing their lips onto each other’s again.

“So are we dating now?” George asked through the kisses.

“Yeah.” Y/n smiled.

#harry potter #george weasley #george wealsey imagine #x male reader #george wealsey x reader #george weasly x male reader #harry potter x male reader #fred weasley #slytherin reader #george weasley fluff #male x male #hogwarts

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