#trans fred weasley

[archivesofthevoid]

how the hp boys would react to trans reader suggesting pegging ? xx

Trans FtM!Reader x HP boys + their reaction to pegging

Shaking over this request /pos because ABSOLUTELY

Also I only did the main ones!! If you'd like me to do a part 2 with Seamus, Dean, Oliver, and Cedric just lmk!!

NSFW warning!! Well slightly. Nothing too explicit but it's implied. Also for ALL intents and purposes, ALL HP CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR ARE 18+! Though I would assume that's obvious by now. Just wanted to place a reminder.

Harry: We all know this man is so obviously bisexual. So really if you ask him, he might seem a bit shocked at first but ultimately he like "well,,,," and then he proceeds to think about it for like the next week. Dear Lord please save this man because his classes will be SUFFERING. No one knows what he's thinking about but his brain is obviously not in the room with him. Once he actually TRIES it though? He's into it. Maybe more than he realized-

When you ask: You're both sitting in the Gryffindor common room, probably just doing some assignments to catch up in the week when you just casually pop out the question. This causes him to mess up what he was writing and also spill his bottle of ink on his paper as he looks up at you in shock. "Uh- I'm sorry what did you say?" Oh he heard you. He just didn't think you'd ask such a thing. Que him flushing and trying to come up with the words as you just grin at him fumbling.

Ron: Viktor Krum gave him some kind of awakening, let's be real. SO with that being said, he's definitely thought about it once or twice. Once you suggest it? He's protesting left and right as if he doesn't want to do it but once again, he finds himself thinking about it a bit too much. If he tries it, he'll like it but it's not his favorite in the world per say. He'd rather give than receive yk

When you ask: You're eating breakfast of course. What a classic thing right? Let's say you have a dream about it and just,,, decide to quietly bring it up to Ron who's shoving eggs into his mouth and once you ask there's suddenly VERY loud coughing in the Great Hall. Even Harry and Hermione next to you guys are just like "Bloody hell Ron what is the matter with you??" And the KNOWING SMILE YOU HAVE ON YOUR FACE??? IT'S NOT HELPING HIS CASE HERE-

Fred: oh he's so down. Do you even have to ask? He's definitely thought about it a LOT. Come on this is Fred we're talking about here. Plus I mean he's most likely dated a few guys himself so it wouldn't exactly be foreign to him. So he's naturally nonchalant about it and agrees with it. Though after you ask him he thinks about it to the point he's just like "so are we going to or…" because come on you can't just ask him that and not expect to give him something out of it!! Don't leave our boy hanging here :((

When you ask: He's working on his latest prank in his dorm room while you and him are just chilling together. You're actually behind him, running your hands through his hair and massaging his back but your thoughts were wandering while you were behind him. So you ask if he'd be into pegging. Glancing behind you he watches your face before just going "yeah of course I've thought about it. Why? You offering, love?" And just laughs when you playfully shove him

George: This man goes awfully silent when you ask. But yes he would probably do it in a heartbeat. Whether it's because he wants to please you or because he's curious? That's up for debate. To be fair though he's probably has kissed Lee like once or twice out of curiosity, or at least dated a guy but never really like went anywhere with it. Just be gentle with this man please or else he might explode lmao

When you ask: You're at the library with George, honestly just goofing off and you're supposed to be studying but since when did you guys ever actually do that? So instead you guys decide to just chat around. Though you however get the idea to ask George this whenever you guys start talking about your dating lives and how George says he's been with a guy but not BEEN with a guy. He goes oddly silent. BUT it's kinda clear by the way his face heats up that he's into the idea. You just of course smile sweetly and reassure him that it's okay and you'd be more than happy to help him in to which he gets even FURTHER FLUSTERED but y'know it's a win win

Draco: never in his life has ever even thought about it. Probably doesn't ever consider it. You'd honestly have to beg him for it?? But after enough persuasion and such, he'd give in. He just doesn't want to bottom like that y'know? After living in a toxic masculinity household for his whole life he finds it weird to bottom. HOWEVER if he does, it's a sight to see fr. He's just gotta ease into it but luckily he trusts his lovely boyfriend aka you <33

When you ask: You're sitting on one of the couches in the Slytherin common room and it's oddly quiet because it's the weekend so there's not really anyone there (thankfully bc Draco would kill you if anyone heard you ask him this) when you're looking out the window to the Black Lake and just straight up ask. He full on STOPS reading his book and snaps his head up to you like "w h a t" before you repeat your question but louder. "No no I heard you but why the hell-" and insert you guys kind of arguing over it? But not really. It's just him being in denial and you begging him playfully.

Neville: sighhhh. You're going to have to revive him first because good job man you killed him. Gave him a heart attack right then and there. But to say the least he probably would hesitate to agree as well just because he'd be so self conscious and shy?? But after TONS of reassurance and kisses then yeah he'd agree. Just promise you will keep it between you guys because he does NOT want his friends finding out. He knows the others would tease him for it and he'd actually want to crawl away for a thousand years.

When you ask: You asked when you guys were in your dorm!! You were just cuddling after classes right before dinner, enjoying the time with each other before you had to go be with everyone else (ew gross /j) and you popped the question. When I told you this man almost let out a scream just at your question alone because IT WAS SO SUDDEN?? He then proceeded to hide away in your chest as his whole face and ears turned bright red. He looked like he had the worst sunburn oh my god. You meanwhile were just CACKLING as he was trying to stumble over his words! What even could he say though? Yes?? Maybe?? He didn't even KNOW- eventually he just gave up and waited until he calmed down to try to speak. Though you reassured him over and over the whole time <33 good luck explaining why he's going to be a nervous wreck at dinner though :))

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[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Fred Weasley x male! Reader - Fred Weasley is sure his family thinks his boyfriend is a lunatic

A/n: the reader lives in the usa, normally I wouldn't try and mention where the reader lives (I don't live in the us) but it felt better with this fic. Also we live for badass muggle readers, there will be many more to come!

Warnings: Swearing, fighting (physically), the reader having some mental health problems but it isn't touched upon further then you can read, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Being introduced to Fred's family as his muggle american boyfriend already makes you sound like some exotic animal to them. It probably won't help that you have another secret just waiting to come out...

The three P's:

[Pov: 2nd person] [Pronouns used: you/your, he/him] [Pairings: (romantic!) fred x reader, (platonic!) fred/reader x the order/weasley family, (mentioned romantic!) Hermione x ron, (mentioned parental! harry x sirius]

I do NOT support J. K. Rowling, or any transphobic/homophobic things she says (or anything she says really), or TERFS!

You stared up at the ceiling of the Grimwald place with your hands laid on to the sides without a care in the world, opposing the anxious feeling bubbling in your throat.

You closed your eyes as you heard the familiar whispers of the other members of the Weasley family and the "order" replaying in your mind; "A boyfriend, a muggle boyfriend? And an American!" You must have been something to gauk at.

They looked at you as if you were some strange enigma not a newly graduate from your public highschool that wasn't fancy, and no, did not have moving staircases.

Who the fuck would want staircases that moved and that someone could potentially fall down? It seemed like a major safety hazard to you. Though all of Hogwarts seemed like a violation of the welfare of children from all the bits that Fred had told you about, although you're sure your city was much worse.

Where you lived there was crime left and right, and so much of the police were corrupt that it was dangerous to walk at night without someone beside you in case you got jumped.

Damn it, you were not supposed to think about crime right now, because it would just make you more anxious and jumpy and it always sent your spider senses aloof. Yet all you could think about was your city, without it's hero - Spiderman, to protect it. You just prayed while you were away the villains decided to take a break too.

The door to your room opened and your body immediately stood up, triggering it's flight or fight response with your muscles tensing up and you mentally preparing yourself for a fight.

Only to see Fred Weasley, your boyfriend enter the room.

Holy hell, you really were going insane.

Letting out a sigh of relief you let yourself fall against Fred and let your head rest on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Tired?"

"Hm."

"Was it my father asking relentless questions, or them thinking you were a friend, and me having to come out of the closet?"

You lift your head and smile lazily at his cheeky grin on his face as he teased you.

"Wouldn't you say wardrobe?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "You Americans always butchering our way of speaking, it's wardrobe, and no. Saying "coming out of the wardrobe" sounds absolutely ridiculous."

You laugh at him and close your eyes, you let your worries about being in England and leaving your city unprotected slowly ebb away with Fred's presence. He always had that affect on you, calming you, letting your mind settle down from the endless ways that people could be dying and how you could be failing to save them.

Not that he knew of course.

When Fred was trying out a new product for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, he had accidentally gotten teleported to your house in America. Well it was your aunt's house at the time but that was besides the point.

It scared the ever living shit out of you, and you nearly thought he was a super villain with immense powers. No, it was just some stupid boy who had been mistakenly apparated to your residency and who couldn't get back because he didn't have his wand on him when he did.

"Freddie- or whatever your name is, I have a feeling you're not in England anymore."

After introducing you to magic, he was stayed at your place for three months, because you had no way to buy him a plane ticket to London, as you were barely scraping by as is. And someone would have to show him the terrors of an airport and how to navigate (that person being you) meaning you would need two tickets.

Eventually he found a witch who would apparate him back, although he was hesitant. He didn't want to leave you.

Reasoning with him that his family probably thought he was dead (also considering he did tell you there was a war with some dark wizard named Morty?) So he did, not before he confessed to you and decided he would come see you every weekend.

Then every weekend, became every other day and every other day became every day after work.

He was with you through everything and had told you things about himself his twin didn't even know, insecurities not meant for the cruel world. He was there for you when aunt may died, and when your best friend did too.

Yet you couldn't tell him your secret, that you were Spiderman. That you went out every night and saved people from getting hurt - or worse. Maybe more simply put that you were bitten by a radioactive spider that gave you superpowers (heighten senses, the ability to climb walls, webs, heightened intelligence, healing factor, spidey senses, super strength, super speed, super reflexes, superhuman durability, and immunity to wizard spells) and when your uncle died made you want to become a capped crusader without a cape that saved people?

Alright, perhaps that is a bit harder to explain.

Still you felt guilty that you hadn't told him, the two of you had been together for two years, he deserved to know.

"You alright there love?" Fred asked you as he ran a hand through your hair. "I seemed to have lost you there for a minute."

An American, muggle, boyfriend; man his family must have stared at you like a freak in a cage and you didn't notice.

"Fred I have to-"

You cut yourself off as your spidey sense started "tingling" more like blaring in your brain.

Quickly you pushed Fred to the left side of the room as a women in some weird sliver mask and black gown (that must not have been good for running after people in,) appeared out of some black smoke.

Emo much?

A spell whosed out of her wand as it hit the wall behind you two and you blankly wondered (not minding the danger) if she was in a cult.

It definitely wasn't one of yours that's for sure, usually they had better costumes.

"They've gotten passed our defenses!" A yell was heard from outside your secluded room and you couldn't be bothered to identify who it was before Fred casted some spell that made the women fall down straight like a board.

You could admire the irony in that.

Fred looked at you with confusion in his eyes. "How did you- It doesn't matter, you stay in here, okay? It's not safe out there."

Oh it was deatheaters, the people they were at war with. So you were right, it was a cult, to be fair it wasn't just any cult, it was the cult.

Fred quickly casts a spell under his breath over towards the lady now stiffed on the ground and closed to door on your face. As he locked it without even touching it.

You cursed, stupid magic, stupid people, stupid boyfriend, you had to get to them and help. You knew you could help because you were sure Wizards that hated anyone who wasn't "pure" and hated muggles didn't carry guns, making them incredibly useless. In addition to that wouldn't they not learn basic self defense because that would be below them or something?

So it would be mostly a saving-people-from-dying mission, you hated those.

"Because someone always ends up dying." A voice in the back of your mind speaks, way too happily when talking about death.

You slam the side of your body against the door as it flew off the hinges and you ran out to help the others. Whoops, hopefully you wouldn't have to pay for that.

You had the advantage of sneaking in, so you climbed up the walls so that you were sticking to the roof. It was strange climbing again in regular clothes, you usually did it in your spidey suit. It reminded you of when you were just starting out and freaking out about your powers, it nearly made you chuckle

Spotting Fred's twin - George (yes you could tell them apart it wasn't that hard) in a tough spot with two deatheaters cornering him you decided it was your time to jump into action before someone got hurt.

"Hey asshole!" You yelled at his perpetrators from the ceiling. "It's over, I have the high ground!"

Then you dropped from the ceiling on one of their faces.

The masked deatheater that you jumped on crumbled to the ground and hit their head on the floor and didn't make another noise. You didn't have time to check their pulse and make sure you didn't accidentally kill them as the other one sent a spell flying your way.

You giggled at their stunned expression when the spell did absolutely nothing to you.

"Ya, that isn't going to work buddy." You spoke confidentially before leaping towards them and punching them in the face.

"But may the force me with you!" You yelled as you threw your arm back to readying it for another punch.

You hit them just with the right amount of force, and just in the right place that they would get knocked out. You didn't want to do some brain damage or anything. You're sure there were some Wizard police or something that could take care of them, and they most likely would want to extract information from them too considering they were in war right now.

Okay two down, ten more to go? This is the best break ever!

Molly, Fred's mum was firing spell after spell at people, and didn't seem to need any help, and Sirius Black (escaped wrongly convicted?) was also just doing fine as he fought along side his godson. Harry Potter, the kid who the leader of the deatheater cult really wanted to kill because he couldn't kill a fucking baby. Although, he always waited at the end of the year to either try and kill him or apprehend him.

Well, at least Morty cared about the kid's education right?

You scanned your eyes around the room and they fell on Fred's youngest sister who was fighting along side Ron, and Hermione (who should really fuck already) and looked to be losing.

To be fair, three kids versus five adults? Didn't exactly seem fair to you.

You judo kicked one of them, before throat punching another, then knocking one on the jaw (you really hoped it wasn't broken,) while dodging some strikes coming your way.

"Here's Johnny!" You screamed.

Next you webbed the fourth cult member's arms and legs together, and finally you got the last one in a choke-hold cutting off their air supply before they fell to the ground on conscious.

You fought the remaining one off before having your short victory of them all being alive but unable to move or open their eyes.

"Bloody hell, I know, you're that superhero from America - Spiderman!" Ron exclaims.

Winking at him you let your spidey sense guide you to the next danger.

"I'm Batman." You grudge in your best Bruce Wayne impression possible before throwing your head back with laughter.

"Yes, it's Spiderman." You clarify, at their perplexed expressions and their wonderment of your sanity.

Suddenly your brain flared and you shot a web at Fred quicker than the speed of light and pulled him towards you with it as a spell that was bright green that sounded like "abracadabra" narrowly missed him.

You felt like you knew the spell, you feel like Fred had told you about it specifically- Oh. It was the killing curse.

That Bastard tried to murder your boyfriend.

Rage filled your veins that you hadn't felt since your uncle died, an old friend that come to greet you with a dagger in it's hands that had your name on it.

This was had to end now.

You took down the rest of the deatheaters swiftly even if the idiots had figured out you were immune to magic they were no match for you.

Then, some white light, smokey stuff came from out of nowhere and people stepped out of it. You almost go to attack them only to see that they didn't don the stupid all black gowns, nor the sliver cult masks with designs only children would call creepy.

Was this the rest of the order?

"The the fuck happened here." Some guy spoke with an mechanical eye, but not really mechanical eye? It just looked everywhere at any point? You were so confused honestly.

You're pretty sure the most emotion you've been feeling this entire time has been confusion.

"Sorry, did I step on your moment?" You question them with a toothy grin while your boyfriend marveled at you with a bright red blush covering his ears and cheeks.

"Merlin, that was so hot."

You throw your head back in laughter as George elbows Fred who continues to ogle at you.

"So you're not mad?" You ask him as your eyes flash with fear.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" He chuckles and comes forward to wrap an arm around your waist.

"Well I kinda didn't tell you and you told me about your wizard thingy..." You trail off, as your hands fidget with each other.

"As much as this is sweet-" The man with mechanical the eye starts up with a grumble.

"No, no, I want to see how this will play out." A women with pink hair smirks.

"Were you going to tell me eventually?" Fred continues.

"Yes, why wouldn't I?"

"Exactly, you just had to tell me in your own time."

You gaped at the man in front of you, you couldn't believe that this wizard is yours.

"I love you so much!" You threw your arms around Fred's neck.

"Mate!" Ron piped up. "Fred's boyfriend just annihilated a bunch of deatheaters like they were flies! How is hugging him now?!"

Fred just ignores his brother as he places a kiss on your brow.

"I love you too, you crazy spider."

Bonus 1:

"I think my family is terrified of you now." Fred whispers in your ear as you glance over Ron who's shaking slightly as he leans over to Hermione and mutters something to her along the lines of; "He took down twelve deatheaters! Of course I'm scared!"

"That's what Ron's telling Hermione right now."

Fred stares at you, an astonished look appearing over his freckles.

"You can hear them, from here!"

"It's called super hearing babe."

"I know you, already explained your powers to me! But you willingly listened in on them!"

You bashfully turned your head. "I was just curious!"

"Who are you, and what have you done with Y/n!"

"You caught me! I'm Bond, James Bond."

Bonus 2:

"You know Morty and his deatheaters should really learn self defense." You state with your arms crossed around your chest. "I'm seriously concerned about their physical well beings!"

Fred looked over at you as his face split into a grin and his belly filled with uncontrollable laughter.

"Did you just call Voldemort, Morty!"

"That isn't his name?"

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

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[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Coming Out 🏳️‍⚧️ ((Trans Edition))

Some wholesome/projection because wah-! Also reader is under the impression of muggleborn, so muggle ideals would be different from wizards of course

Can he read as Platonic or Romantic! Clause Platonic love is valid af! I see you Ace/Just wanting stuff to not always be sex, folks!

Warnings: Transphobia,bullying ((not from the Weasleys obviously)) anxiety, depression, don’t worry it’s fluff just ya know. It’s scary coming out!

Writing Coms Open

((BTW this was in my drafts, and since Trans Visibility Day was today, it gave me motivation to finish it so let’s go-!))

William ‘Bill’

“Like Tonks-!” You did feel pretty silly, once he said that. Made you wonder why you waited so long. Literally you were friends with a Shapeshifter, so why would you coming out be so different? Oh right, what muggles would do if they knew. “Kinda, minus the whole ya know….Changing on the whim. Wish I could do that-“ You muttered, as Bill would pat your back. The pair of you, ever cozy in the library. Special permission to access the resurrected section, since he was being interned at Gringotts for curse breaking. Meant you had some privacy for such a sensitive topic. “Hey, we can find a way to. Right? It’s magic. I bet you my lucky dagger that the twins probably have something in the works.“ He comforted, and it made you smile. That Bill. Always finding a way to brag about his younger siblings somehow. That was just the cutest thing to you. Just a big brother, finding a way to show off his family. Helped a lot. “Whatever you need, I’ve got you. I know muggles do stuff differently, and a lot isn’t really to positive-“ Bill was the eldest, so it made sense he would be more informed with muggle culture. If his band shirts were to say anything. “Like name changes and stuff. Got a new name you like?” There was something so weird about how casual he was. Just, casual. It was a field, but also felt off. Like something bad should have happened. Maybe it will. Until then, though, you were happy to tell him your new name. “Suits you-!” He smiled that awkward half smile, given the other half didn’t exist anymore. “I like it.” And he was soon ruffling your hair. Older brother habits. They don’t die easy, and you were greatful for it.

Charlie

“Like Tonks-!” Why did you get Déjà vu? You shook it off, before nodding. “Yes, minus the actually changing my gender and stuff.” You clarified, as he multi tasked with the latest baby dragon Hagrid had gotten. Charlie just couldn’t resist, and now you two were stuck in his hut. Hagrid off to find someone to take said dragon, while Charlie treated it like a puppy. Kissing its snout, and making it squeal in utter delight. Despite the slobber, and despite the heat. One of the reason you trusted him with such a secret. His heart was so big, and he held such passion. Not to mention, you hoped he could help you get out of your shell a bit. Such a loud, and proud, man. Also, well, imagine trying to bully someone who’s buddies with the dragon tamer. “Neat-! So do I flip flip between pronouns, like Tonky, or you got new ones-?” You swore he was paying more attention to the dragon, than you. Weirdly, you liked it. He didn’t treat it as life or death, which healed something in you. He didn’t care, but in that good way. That it didn’t change how he saw you. Or, maybe you just asked at the right time. You had to shake his shoulder, to remind him you were still there. You two shared a laugh, as he went on rambling about how beautiful the dragon was, as you were able to relax a little easier.

Percy

“Trans-? Like as in Transfiguration? Finally, actually focusing on your studies.” You were already regretting this. You figured Percy would be someone to confide in, since he was a prefect. You were being bullied by the muggleborns, but the thing is….Hes a pure blood. He didn’t really understand what being trans was. So, you tried to explain. “Percy, they were making fun of me because I was born different.” You tried to explain, as he was starting to pay a bit more attention now. “They saw me going to the bathroom, and immediately threw books at me. It’s not like I don’t mind Moaning Myrtle, but it’s hard to pee with company.” You sniffled, as it was settling in now. “I’m so sorry, I’ll handle this immediately. I….Let’s go take you to the medical wing, to make sure you are patched….Could you explain more to me about this trans thing? Why it makes you different?” It’s a start. He’s willing to learn, and that’s more than so many. That gave you comfort. He’s confused, but willing. With his arm around you, you did your best to wizard it to his language. To get it out of your system, and for once? Percy stayed quiet, and listened. It’s a start, and you couldn’t be happier.

Fred

“Swear you are like the fifth person to tell me that this month-!” He laughed, as you blinked. Despite the prancing dynamic of the twins, they had grown a bit over the years. Suppose the older brother energy they held just drew in comfort. It’s easy to confide in them. They may not act like it, but they can keep a secret. Guess the courtyard was just a hot spot for such. “Wait, why are you telling me this anyway? I knew the moment I met you-!” He snorted, with an elbow nudge to you. Honestly? You were certain he was joking, but you wondered if he did. “About bloody time you figured it out yerself! Not sure how that whole thing works, but I’m sure George and I can brew something up for ya. Need a beard? Or bigger hips? I’m sure we got something-“ That had you roll your eyes. “Sounds like an excuse to turn me into your personal lab rat-“ That had him blink. “The hell is a lab rat?” Right. Pure blood. “I’ll explain it to you later. Just, promise not to tell anyone? I’m….not ready yet.” Fred seemed like he was ready to argue, about needing to just be passionate about who and what you are, but he was hushed. As if he could already hear Molly yelling at him. That was trauma for another occasion. Instead, he made a zipping motion to his lips, and threw away the key. “Thanks.” You smiled, as he gave a thumbs up. Pretending he couldn’t speak at all, and it got you to giggle. Calmed your nerves down just fine.

George

“That’s uh….That thing-! Yeah-!” He bullshitted, but you understood why. He’s the more emotional side of the dynamic duo. So many kids come to them for advice, but more come to George. You would pay a guess that many who went to Fred were actually looking for George, but didn’t realize it was Fred at all. You only managed, because he was wearing his Quidditch Jersey. Least, you think it was his. Shit, was this Fred? Nope, Fred walked by. With Angelina. Phew. “George, do you need me to explain?” You asked, as he rubbed his neck nervously. Embarrassed he wasn’t instantly able to comfort, like it was his only job. “It’s a muggle thing, breathe.” And breathe he did, as he laid back down on the common room couch. With a quick run down, it clicked. He’s an inventor, they are good at thinking outside norms. “Oh! Oh man, that sounds stressful as hell. Hey, anyone starts shit-“ He gave a sharp click with his tongue, and made a shooting motion with his finger. “Consider them chucked into a vanishing closet.” And given he’s a Weasley, you didn’t underestimate him. So, instead, you hugged him. A big, warm, squeeze. Of course, it was returned. Oh those Weasleys.

Ron

“Would you be offended if I go ask Hermione what that means-?” Least he’s honest, and knew better to ask her than anyone else. Hard to ever get alone time with him, as he was glued to her and Harry. Surprised to catch him alone, for once, and took the chance while you could. Now to just look at your breakfast plate, nervous. “I’ll just explain it, the best I can.” You sighed, as you saw Ron wince a little. Feeling he did something wrong. “It’s a muggle thing-“ You quickly said, as he breathed a little easier. A few nervous gulps of juice, and many confused brows, it clicked. "Woah, that sounds terrible. I rememberer when Harry and i had to drink a polyjuice potion. we were still the same gender, and all, but my skin just felt so wrong. Everything was wrong. was just a suit, and i wanted to peel it off. Even if it hurt." You had to stare. That was just so accurate to how you felt. Your eyes watered. “Did I say something wrong, again-? I’m sorry about-“ But you hugged him, with your eyes in his shoulder. Don’t get Ron started on how many times he’s had to be the shoulder for Harry. So, like a time turners clockwork, he held you back. Comforting you. Someone got it.

Ginny

“Think I’m that to-“ Ginny said, as you two just laid in the grass. Just trying to relax, from a long school day. “Like, maybe it’s just because I was raised by a bunch of brothers. Just, being JUST a girl feels weird. Like I’m more than that, I’m not JUST that. Maybe I’m feeling something else entirely. Never been the same, after that book.” She admits, ready to stress her out all over again. Voldemort did a number on her. What a way to start Hogwarts. Damn. “Well, maybe don’t think about it too hard. It’s both super complicated, but not at the same time. It’s more a feeling than anything else. You can be born it, or maybe over time it changes. Maybe by tomorrow you feel something else. Then, the next day it changes.” You tried to explain, as you watched the clouds. “Yeah, like magic.” She agreed, as she looked to her broomstick next to her. Thinking back to her childhood. “Maybe I am a guy, but Mum being so excited to have a girl just….Made me feel like I HAD to be….” God was that relatable. “Trans buddies?” You asked, and offered a hand. In a playful solidarity. You figured that would comfort her, or maybe now he. “Yeah, Trans buddies.” Ginny smiled, as you shared hands. “Jean sounds nice.” Ginny said. “Jean does sound nice.” You agreed.

#harry potter #hp #trans harry potter #William Weasley #William Weasley x reader #bill Weasley #bill weasley x reader #Charlie Weasley #charlie weasley x reader #Percy Weasley #Percy Weasley x reader #Fred Weasley #fred weasley x reader #George Weasley #george weasley x reader #Weasley twins #Fred and George #Fred and George Weasley #Ron Weasley #ron weasley x reader #Ginny Weasley #ginny weasley x reader #Weasley siblings #Weasley family #trans visibility #trans day of visibility #trans pride #Weasley #trans Ginny Weasley #trans your gender

[hp-hcs]

(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 2 of my silly lil mlm stories <3)

Common Room Confessions — older brothers! weasley twins & ftm! reader

tws: unintentional misgendering, fem-specific nicknames in the beginning, use of reader’s deadname

gryffindor tower is trans inclusive thank you for coming to my ted talk

(D/N = dead-/given name; Y/N = your name)

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“D/N?” a voice called out softly, the feeling of someone gently stroking your cheek pulling you out of your light slumber. You crack your eyes open slightly, convinced for a minute that your vision was crossed before you realize that it was the twins who were knelt down by the edge of the couch and staring at you.

“You fell asleep in the common room, silly,” George murmurs, tucking the corner of your blanket back around you.

“The stairs won’t let me up,” you mumble sleepily.

“What?” Fred chuckles, assuming he misheard you.

“The stairs,” you repeat. “The stairs won’t let me up t’ my dorm.”

George and Fred share a look. “And why’s that, princess?”

You scowl. “Don’t call me that.”

Fred’s eyes widen a bit. “Oh- sure, honey. We won’t call you that anymore if you don’t like it.”

You nod and relax back into the couch.

“Is there any specific reason you don’t like that nickname, dove?” George asks kindly. “It’s just that we’ve been calling you that since you were a baby.”

“Don’t like it,” you mumble. “Too girly.”

The twins share a look again.

“You know you can tell us anything, right, D/N?”

You subconsciously flinch at the name.

“Don’t call me that either, Freddie, please.”

Both of your brothers climb up on the couch to sit on either side of you, Fred’s arm around your shoulders, and George’s hand holding yours.

“I’m a boy,” you say bluntly.

They both nod and say in unison, “Okay.”

You falter a little bit, your tough-guy façade and false don’t-care attitude crumbling at your brothers’ immediate acceptance.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would we be mad?” George asks, bewildered.

You shrug, twisting a loose string from your blanket around your finger.

“You got a name picked out?” Fred questions, rubbing your back encouragingly the more you shrunk in on yourself.

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”

“Well, come along then, Y/N, our fair prince,” Fred says in a silly voice, hopping up from the couch and doing a dramatic bow as if he were a royal subject. “You can’t sleep in the common room, no matter how warm the fire is.”

George snickers at his brother’s antics, helping you stand up from the couch and pulling the blanket around your shoulders. “Ah, indeed, mine brothers. ‘tis betwixt the hours of eleven and midnight, and thou both must be well rested for the morrow.”

The boys lead you upstairs to their dorm—to the boys dorm—and tuck you into an empty bed. With only Lee Jordan as their roommate, there were two unoccupied beds (“Good,” Professor McGonagall had said after she found out. “The fewer roommates those twins have, the better.”) They both kiss your forehead and whisper good night, although with a lot more thys and arts thrown in.

After giggling at your ridiculous brothers, you soon drifted off, sleeping soundly in the bed Hogwarts had knowingly reserved for you.

#harry potter #hp #male reader #transgender #trans #weasley twins #george weasley #fred weasley #weasley siblings #weasley reader #gryffindor #fuck jkr #fuck jk rowling

[wendynoire]

Hello~ i noticed you were writing stuff for the harry pottah fandom and i was wondering if you could do platonic Fred, George and hermione one shot (im a sucker for platonic affection). Maybe like halfway through the second year umbridge yells at her or smth and they comfort her later on? I love your writing thank you!

I'm a little confused what you mean about "Second Year" with Umbridge being the bad guy, as she came in during Harry's (and thus Hermione's) 5th year (with Fred and George being in 7th year). I'm going to do it as a 5th year story due to asking for Umbridge. Thank you for the request!! (and I'm glad that you like my writing 💙)

Hermione curled up in a small room she had found behind a blank painting, its occupant presumably elsewhere. What it could have been used for she had no idea, though it was certainly good for her purposes right now.

It was certainly not the Room of Requirement, they were using it enough for the DA meetings she couldn't end up there by mistake.

The room was barren, with a window she was able to look out of from her perch on the one table in the room. The sun was still up, and she could hear people enjoying themselves despite the new rules Umbridge was making as though trying to kill all of their spirits.

It made her feel worse, as she pulled her feet closer to herself, out of the light spilling into the tiny room.

A sniff filled the quiet of the room as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.

She didn't want to be with Ron or Harry right now, even though she knew they were better people than the ones from her primary school, but she was still uncomfortable crying in front of people. And then there was how Harry was struggling to deal with his own things this year, and didn't need her to put her own issues on him. He needed her to be strong and help him deal with Umbridge.

And with Ron, she didn't know how she felt. He was good at comforting her and Harry, surprisingly so, but something about that made her want to hide what he could help her with. She didn't want to become useless to the pair.

Besides, it felt dumb that she was so upset about things that were so petty.

She wasn't even being forced to write lines in her own blood that effectively blamed her for a recent trauma she went through, even if she did think it would be easier if Harry could just keep his mouth closed.

She had stayed behind after Umbridge's 'lesson' today, having a question about the textbook. She didn't get an answer to her question; Umbridge instead taking her as insulting the textbook rather than the genuine question that it was.

Hermione had been yelled at for at least 15 minutes for her disrespect of a Ministry approved textbook that she more than many of her peers should take every word to heart. That as a muggleborn she was lucky to be able to attend Hogwarts, and should spend her time memorising the textbooks rather than questioning her teachers.

Nevermind that Hermione had memorised every one of her textbooks every year by the end of the first term. Nevermind that she wasn't questioning Umbridge's qualifications as a teacher, or even really the author. She simply hadn't understood what was written.

As if to make matters worse, Snape had already spilt her potion all over her, forcing her to go tot he Hospital Wing and arrive to Umbridge's lesson late. And that was after taking point from her and berating her for helping Neville when she actually hadn't.

Hermione laughed bitterly at herself as another tear fell down her face.

Compared to her friends she was weak.

Neither Harry nor Ron would cry when they were yelled at or told off. The two goofed off so often it was like they enjoyed the teachers' disapproval, and while Harry would complain about his punishment, he still didn't hold himself in.

Maybe she was just tired.

She was never popular, and no matter how hard she tried she often found teachers would look at her with disdain.

She had always been a minority, and she was tired of what she got for it. She was black, so she must be loud even though she didn't talk. She was trans, so she must be trying to sneak into women's spaces even though she rarely entered them. She's muggleborn so she must both be bad at magic and more stupid than her peers, despite her having the best grades and spending so much of her time trying to find out more of the world she had entered at 11.

"So it turns out that if we use copper then the colour stays for longer."

Hermione flinched as she heard a familiar voice approaching where she was hiding. Maybe they were going to walk past this room, she hadn't known it existed before today, even looking at the map she hadn't seen it.

Of course, as her luck was going today that didn't happen, the portrait door opening, letting light enter the room from the other side to the window.

The crack of golden candlelight from the hall illuminated from the table to just above her left eye; her brown eye showing the usually merged colours in all their glory.

"That makes sense- Hermione?" George sounded like Ron would when he saw her.

She hadn't had time to dry her eyes.

Hermione tried to do so without it being obvious as she clambered off the table.

"Hey," From the distance Hermione guessed it was Fred this time as her back was to them, though the door closed. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Hermione's voice was a little shaky as she tried to calm herself down. She hoped she could either come up with a lie about why her eyes were red, or that they would have returned to normal by the time she turned around. "I'm fine."

The twins stood there, looking her up and down for a moment as she turned around, looking more serious than she was used to seeing them.

"This is where we make our prank items," She thought that was George, the two of them pulling tools out of who knows where.

"Feel free to stay and tell us what happened." The other, presumably Fred, was setting up their equipment, which Hermione had to admit looked very complicated.

Neither twin looked at Hermione since they started setting up, though she found a chair behind her, getting a nod from one of them. She had lost track of which was which in the small room.

Initially she just sat and watched them; it was some impressive spell and potion work. The would discuss what could improve certain features, or reduce others, but they would do so quietly.

From the way they usually acted it wouldn't be surprising to think the two of them shared a mind, but watching them work together their individual skill sets shone through.

Fred was good at potions, bringing in what they had learnt from the village close to the Burrow and Arthur to change and improve the potions. He would occasionally turn to Hermione, his mouth open as though he wanted to ask her something before he shook his head, turning back to the potion.

George, on the other hand, was focusing on the spell work and how they would promote the items. While they were making them he was going through long checklists Hermione was sure he had made himself. Anything that didn't match up to the list was discarded, and sometimes he would jot down more for the list with the muggle pencil he kept above his ear.

"I got yelled at by Umbridge for asking about the textbook." Hermione finally spoke, looking down at her shoes rather than up at the twins.

The school robes didn't have any rules for the shoes, people running around in trainers, pumps, and almost any style of shoe. Hermione was wearing black shoes with a golden buckle to fasten them. The soles were thick so she could keep up with the growth spurts of Ron and Harry.

"She said I shouldn't insult her, the Ministry, or the author of the book by making it sound like they didn't know what they're talking about." Hermione pointed her foot, rotating her toe against the floor idly.

"Can I ask what the question was?" George asked, his eyes still on the list, though they weren't moving.

"I didn't understand the section on anti-magic. I tried looking in the library, but I couldn't find anything on it." Hermione's voice was quiet, feeling ashamed; she was the one in their little group of 3 who had all of the answers. She had even memorised every detail about Quidditch in first year when Harry had joined.

"Ah," Fred nodded, adding some kind of powder to the cauldron.

"Yeah, there's a reason for all that." George sighed, turning to face into the room, still not looking at Hermione, leaning on the desk. "It's not exactly real. It was an old theory someone came up with, but it's not possible. It's based on the idea that squibs had their magic stolen and muggleborns stole their magic so magic can be turned on and off. It got removed from anything even slightly academic before even Charlie went to Hogwarts, and it was always above Hogwarts level."

"Yeah, it's complete bs. You won't be tested on it in your OWLs, so don't bother giving it too much head space. Umbit-" Fred paused, eyes flicking over to Hermione. "Umbridge probably responded like that because she knows it makes no sense."

".. Thanks." Hermione mumbled, a smile sneaking out before she remembered the second half of the yelling. "She also said that I'm lucky to be here as a muggleborn, and I should just memorise everything I'm told and not question anything."

There was silence as the twins looked at each other.

"Well fuck that." They said in union, George approaching Hermione.

"I'm sure you know as well as everyone else that you are the smartest witch of your age. You earned your place here more than many purebloods ever will, and you know so much about magic and the magical world. Your worth doesn't depend on other members of your family having magic." George had Hermione's hands held gently in his, crouched down and looking up into her face.

"Hermione," Fred joined, removing the cauldron from the heat. "You have better grades than even Percy ever got. I've even overheard Slytherins admitting you're the best in the year." Fred stayed back, not wanting to overwhelm Hermione.

"And besides, being pureblood or halfblood doesn't mean that you automatically know all about, or anything about, the magical world." George added, squeezing her hands."

Hermione nodded, smiling slightly, taking a hand back to brush hair out of her face and wipe her eyes.

"Thanks," Hermione mumbled, coughing and standing up, smiling at the twins. "I should get going."

Hermione slipped through the door, looking better than she was when the twins had entered.

"So... Dragon?"

"Hmm.. And let's also destroy those decrees."

#writers #fanfiction #harry potter #original story #request #queer #trans woman #transgender #transfem #transgirl #fred and george #fred and goerge weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #twins #hermione granger #no romantic ship #Does this count as a platonic ship? #Ahhhhh #I don't know #I tried #evil umbridge #dolores umbridge

[nehpihcs]

✨Asian Weasleys✨

#monolids #and everyone is trans but especially charlie #my artwork #art #randy draws #poc #fuck jkr #harry potter #bill weasley #charlie weasley #percy weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #weasley twins #fred and goerge weasley #instead of studying for finals i’m drawing all the harry potter characters as poc #poc representation #quidditch #freckles #red hair #asian representation

[condescendingbench]

Harry Potter Fancast:

Harry - William Gao

Ron - Belmont Cameli

Hermione - Quintessa Swindell

Ginny - Abigail Cowen

Draco - Lucky Blue Smith

Blaise - Rome Flynn

Theo - Robert Sheehan

Pansy - Lulu Antariska

Hannah Abbott - Florence Pugh

Susan Bones - Bree Kish

Lavender Brown - Brynne Rosetta

Cho Chang - Fivel Stewart

Luna - Amandla Stenberg

Neville - Will Poulter

Cormac McLaggen - Callahan Skogman

Oliver Wood - Miguel Bernadeau

Padma - Muskkaan Jaferi

Parvati - Geraldine Viswanathan

Dean Thomas - Jordan Fisher

Seamus - Ben Levin

Daphne Greengrass - Sydney Park

Astoria Greengrass - Josie Totah

Crabbe - Sean Delaney

Goyle - Mason Gooding

Fleur - Indya Moore

Bill Weasley - Kieron Moore

Charlie Weasley - Finn Roberts

Viktor Krum - Chella Man

Fred + George Weasley - Mike Faist

Percy Weasley - Froy Guiterrez

Tonks - Jamie Clayton

Lupin - James McAvoy

#yes I have now been ill for over a year #yes I am going insane can u tell #plz don’t take this as an endorsement or support of JK Rowling in any way #I hate that women so much #plz don’t let her profit in any way #any and all TERFS can die in a hole plz go away #yes there are lots of trans actors here yes that is to say fuck u to jk but it’s also coz they just vibe #I spent too long on this and the choices are purely based on vibes alone #yes most of the weasleys aren’t ginger but they can dye their hair it’s fine #Fred and George are the same actor coz finding twins is hard but finding twins with the right vibe is impossible #daphne and Astoria are adopted just go with it #also in general I spent way too long on this but I spend like half my time reading fanfic rn so I needed visualisation #anyways we move plz enjoy my insanity #am hoping no one sees this but I just needed to get it out my brain #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fancast #draco malfoy fancast #Blaise zabini fancast #hermione granger fancast #Remus lupin fancast #Hannah Abbott fancast #Susan bones fancast #neville longbottom fancast #draco malfoy #hermione granger #cormac mclaggen #Blaise zabini #Theodore nott #Theodore nott fancast #draco x hermione

[hchollym]

JKR's stupid comments are about to make me write a ton of stories with MTF Trans characters from Harry Potter (some already transitioned and some in the process).

Let's do this 👏

#anti jkr #trans positivity #Hp #percy weasley #fred weasley #fleur delacour #oliver wood

[wizard-potter]

Is April Fools' Day not a thing at Hogwarts? Even Fred and George have done nothing.

#harry potter #april fool's day #hogwarts #wizard #weasley twins #fred weasley #george weasley #happy late trans day of visibility btw! #not an ask

[herwold]

Angelina and George 💜

#angelina johnson #george weasley #fuck jk rowling #gryffindor #trans #bisexual #trans angelina johnson #transgender #trans pride #bisexual pride #picrew #fred weasley #katie bell #lee jordan #alicia spinnet #quidditch #george x angelina #harry potter #trans headcanon #bisexual headcanon #bi boys #bi boy

[mandruga]

Trans Weasley twins

One of them is AFAB, one is AMAB. (Unsure if it’s Frederick and Georgiana or Frederica and George, but they’re both shortened to nicknames real quick) They were born fraternal, but they start noticing the dysphoria when they’re kids. They’re both SO SURE that they should be identical, they practically live in each others head, for a while they aren’t sure if they feel that’s they’re boys or girls. They realize it’s neither, but the biggest issue is that they’re not identical. Sometimes magical twins have heightened magic that makes them share sensations, memories, dreams, etc etc etc. they keep getting mixed up bc they’re different when they should be the same. It results in speech delays and stutters, their accidental magic breaks mirrors and changes their hair length but it’s not enough.

Eventually, Molly and Arthur talk to a mind healer who suggests prolonged treatment with Polyjuice. Molly is already an adept potion maker (usually for household remedies) so she brews Polyjuice CONSTANTLY (there’s always a cauldron in the shed), it’s subsidized through their ministry health plan so they can afford it. The twins don’t care which of them has to change, they just need to be identical; they both carry around little canteens on their hips and switch which twin they change into depending on the day, sometimes there will be two little “girls” or two little “boys”, but they generally dress androgynous and they use they/them pronouns bc they’re more of a unit than they are separate. They sort of consider themselves a hive mind, some days they’re Fred and George and some days they’re more Gred and Forge, speaking in unison and unable to stray too far from each other.

When they reach Hogwarts age, there’s long talks with where they’re going to be housed. Bc there was never a question of whether they’d be sorted into the same house, but which dorm they’d be put in was a question. Somehow they agree on a plan where they’d place one bed in each dorm, enlarge it a bit, and they’d just bunk together whichever way they were feeling that night. It’s a bizarre system, but there’s not enough students to warrant a third gender dorm and they don’t want to be excluded from having other roommates so they’re up for it. People get used to asking the name of the twin they’re talking to before starting a conversation, but even if they didn’t it would be okay bc they almost always have each others memories so it wouldn’t matter too much. They do act /slightly/ different when they’re feeling more apart, and on those days they usually wear their ties differently so that people can tell who they’re talking to.

When they’re older they enter a poly relationship with Lee and Angelina. Some people think it’s a bit weird bc it’s maybe incestuous, but it’s hard for /them/ to feel that way bc Gred and Forge are more like one person than two so it’s more like there’s just extra bodies and they’re dating the same entity.

(No Fred death in this AU, but George does lose his ear) When George loses his ear there’s stress bc of the difference. There’s a compulsion for them to also slice off Fred’s ear. They want to get George’s ear remade, but bc it was cursed off it can’t be healed by spell work. Hermione suggests going to a muggle plastic surgeon to get the ear reconstructed. Molly is initially against it but considering it’s either that or Fred won’t be able to stop themselves from cutting off their own ear, they go do it (Arthur is fascinated). When they eventually get settled down in their Polycule after the war, with Lee and Angelina and the two of them all in one magically expanded apartment above the Wheezes, they have kids. Angelina carries them bc there’s extreme dysphoria (not to mention the consequences of Polyjuice use) about one of the twins doing it.

#harry potter #hp #au #fred weasley #george weasley #molly weasley #arthur weasley #angelina johnson #lee jordan #gender #trans Weasley twins

[itsaperiwinkleworldv2]

Day 28: Young & Old

for: @microficmay

All trans people are beautiful. Because they are people. And people are beautiful. If you ever have a problem with that, you've got a problem with me. And trust me. You don't want this.

Presenting to you, Mr Potter..." George and Fred's tall lanky figures were hiding something from him.

"The one and only, Gilbert Weasley! Formerly the annoying little sister, currently our brother AND partner in crime! Please give the bloke a warm welcome!"

Gilbert looked older than his previous self, but was certainly the most handsome and beautiful creature Harry's ever seen in his life.

-W-wow...!- he managed to choke out.

#hinny #or here it's more of a #harbert #trans masc Ginny Weasley #gay power couple #microficmay2022 #hp microfic #harry potter #fred weasley #george weasley #trans pride

[fluffthecloud]

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

[cherry-pop-elf]

I genuinely accidentally made Trans visibility day art, because I was dysphoric. Damn, can’t get more trans awareness then being self aware that you are trans 💀

((Btw it’s George that is trans. Fred gave him top surgery in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom in their sixth year of Hogwarts. They had plenty of free time, because of the Tri Wizard Tournament after all

#harry potter #Fred Weasley #George Weasley #Fred and George #Weasley twins #Fred and George Weasley #trans man #trans #transgender #trans pride #trans visibility #trans visibility day #trans artist #disabled artist #trans harry potter #fuck jkr #art #digital art #digital artist #trans George Weasley #yes I’m projecting #lemme live #my mom won’t allow me to get top surgery #so this is the best I can do #lemme have this #please #could I have more trans Weasley content? #specifically ftm pls #just please #thanks

[witchthewriter]

Probably a weird question, but which HP characters do you imagine as LGBTQIA or/and POC? (Because let’s make Joke Rollling/She Who Must Not Be Named… ANGRY!! 😏)

I would LOVE TO! J.K.Rowling is Rita Skeeter to me. Also you should look up 'The Worst Witch,' because it's basically Harry Potter.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑬

Most definitely black, or what if she came from an Indian family who wanted her to marry and the Wizarding World was her escape? She studies hard because this new world is a second chance for freedom!

I also wish Hermione was bisexual/pansexual. She and Ginny, or even she and Cho would make such a gorgeous couple!

𝑳𝑼𝑵𝑨

I think it would have been cool if she was an albino (I am so sorry if that's not the right way to say it. I don't want to offend anyone). Her long white hair, pale skin, translucent lashes and brows. With beautiful purple eyes (this is actually how I imagined the Targaryens to look, not just having white hair).

She is definitely demisexual; only feeling attraction after developing a friendship first. I can also see Luna as trans!

𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀

I've seen some fancasts and fanart of Harry with his ethnicity being Indian, or Pakistani. Which I'm completely okay with. Maybe even James is half black, and that makes Harry a quarter, so it's still noticeable - and another thing that the Dursley's are horrible to him about.

I think Harry is Bi/Pan - I have this headcanon that he had a crush on Oliver Wood, and Katie Bell when he was in first year.

𝑹𝑶𝑵

I honestly just see Ron as a normal hetero male. Honestly, there's nothing queer about him at all. But he is very supportive of his friends and family as well as the LGBTQIA+ community. He would always be at Pride with whoever asked him, and have anyone's back who needed it.

And the Weasley's are known for their red hair, so I think I would keep their heritage/ethnicity the same!

𝑫𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑬

YES, THIS MAN IS A GAY MAN. But I feel as though he's very monogamous; he will love one person, even if they do not love him back, for the rest of his life. Like with Grindelwald, Dumbledore couldn't stop the feelings he had - even though the man was turning into a pretty evil one.

𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑷𝑬

His sexuality always confused him. Because he was in love with Lily, truly in love with her. But sometimes he found James attractive, and he hated himself for it.

Shows himself as straight, but I think he's bisexual or at least bi-curious.

I think for his ethnicity, it can be the same. Pasty white skin, black hair, hooked nose. Maybe his family distantly came from a Mediterranean island?

𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑶

Oh, I think keeping Draco white ... and maybe all the Death Eaters white would be saying a lot. They're basically Nazi's. So that wouldn't change.

Draco is most definitely bisexual. He was so in love with Harry, feigning it as hate. Knowing everything about him, staring at him from across the room. When he was younger, it was easier to see it as hate. But then when he turned 16, he felt a pang of desire for the Potter boy and the self-loathing began.

𝑮𝑬𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬

Falls in love very easily, but usually with a woman. Not to say he's completely hetero, I think he would be bi-curious, but I think he wants a wife with a big family.

𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑫

I actually think Fred would be polyamorous. The kind where the girlfriend is allowed another boyfriend, not like Sisterwives. No, no. Fred would be totally cool with having a wife who has a boyfriend, and they all live together. Fred's a little fruity as well. I think he's one of those people that 'don't like to put a label on things.'

𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑺

Pansexual. Pansexual. Pansexual. Doesn't care if you're trans, he loves a person for who they are, what they believe in, rather than what their bits are. One of the reasons why he ran away from home. He hates tradition.

I think the Black family could be from Sicily, I know that's not necessarily POC, I think with their darker features, they would easily reign from there. And Sicilians are known for always distinguishing themselves from any other Mediterranean culture.

𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑼𝑺

He always thought of himself as straight. But that was until he met Sirius and he developed such a big crush on him. I think Remus would be Biromantic towards women but Bisexual towards men.

𝑪𝑯𝑶

WHY THE HELL DID ROWLING CALL AN ASIAN PERSON, "CHO CHANG," PUT THEM IN THE "SMARTEST HOUSE". It's racism. That's how I see it. She does this with many characters, and it's ridiculous.

Anyway, I have no problem with Asian representation. But what if Cho was Native American? (I know Rowling made that whole other school but it was really problematic so to me, it doesn't exist).

Or have Cho as Chinese (maybe give her a proper Chinese name), and we can have another main character...like Hermione, or Katie Bell as Native American. I just think it would be interesting to see an exchange student from another country as well.

𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀

Lesbian. Poly lesbian. All those boys she went out with in Hogwarts were actually just beards. And she was having a secret relationship with another girl in her year. However, the polyamory doesn't come out until she's in her 20s.

𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑳

Polysexual; sexual or romantic attraction to people with varying genders. Polysexual orientations include bisexuality, pansexuality, omnisexuality, and queer, among many others. Basically, he can be attracted to anyone. But Fleur was the one who captured his heart fully and wholely.

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑬

Asexual; I know he isn't in the movies (WHY?!) but he spends all his time with Dragons, and I think that will always be his main love and passion.

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Simple really [Weasley Twins x ftm!Reader]

This work is based off a request I received from @king-of-the-damned-world and it’s been a pleasure writing this for you, sorry again that it has taken so long!

Unfortunately I am not currently taking requests but I am currently working on a few different pieces that should hopefully be uploaded soon.

Title: Simple really.

Pairing: Weasley Twins x Ftm!Reader {Established Relationship}

Timeline: Set around GOF.

Summary: With the Yule Ball around the corner, you must make a choice that could alter your entire life. Do you stay the same and remain unhappy or risk it all to finally find peace?

Warnings: Reader is trans!male (ftm). Contains a little angst and a lot of self reflection. Pronouns change throughout. A little humour, a little fluff and a lot of heartwarming goodness. Mentions of reader wearing a suit. Mentions of gender stereotypes and conforming.

This is my first time writing non-afab reader so please be gentle.

The walls of Hogwarts had never seemed so dreary to you or less like home than they felt right now. The corridors felt empty and hollow, even filled with people. It was a mild autumn day but it felt like it was mid-winter in your mind, every fibre of your body feeling bleakness all around you. You wanted to crawl into bed, shut the surrounding curtains and disappear but you knew even that wouldn't bring you comfort.

You'd avoided your boyfriends all day most successfully, most of the week really, which wasn't too hard between their shared detentions and your extra curricular activities. George might have been on to something, being the more sensitive of the two, but you were near certain that Fred hadn't even noticed anything was wrong, your efforts of hiding your true feelings paying off, at least for them.

You thought about going to Hagrid's, sharing a cup of tea or distracting yourself with his newest creature he was caring for but you didn't trust yourself not to unleash your inner monologue on him and quite frankly he wasn't the right person to work through your thoughts with. You didn't know who was, never having much experience on the matter except for your own thoughts.

You could talk to your head of house, or Madame Pomfrey, but that seemed too clinical, too unemotional in a time when you felt you needed it.

You sat on the grass, looking down at Hagrid's hut and the outskirts to the forbidden forest, watching as smoke rose from the chimney of his hut, drifting in the gentle breeze until it disappeared high up into the sky. You sighed, looking down at your legs and the wand in your hand, absently twirling it as you wished this could all be fixed with a single wave of said wand.

Your mind felt plagued, completely consumed by your thoughts, by the realisations you'd made and the intoxicated consequences they would have on your life if you sought to decide on the route to take. You were at a metaphorical crossroads in your life and your two options were to stay exactly as you were, on the path that had been created for you by societal expectations and preconceived notions; or you could create your own path, following your heart and deal with the consequences as they come.

The biggest loss would be your boyfriends Fred and George Weasley, the boys you had loved for years, first as friends and then more as your relationship grew. This new path you were forging would jeopardise the relationship in a way that nothing else ever could but was it worth a life of unhappiness and unfulfilment? It wasn't exactly new for you to be consumed by these thoughts but in the past year they'd grown in strength and reoccurrence until the faint inkling turned into assuredness, certainty and faint hope.

You sighed again, knowing what needed to be done.

You dragged yourself to your common room, another pang of discomfort hitting you as you walked to your pre-selected dormitory and threw yourself on your bed, thankful that no one else was there. You pulled out some parchment and your quill and began to write. There was no need to plan what you were trying to say, no thought of perfecting your words or of your penmanship, it was just honest words straight from your brain onto the quickly filled parchment. A rabid determination washed over you as you began writing, unable to stop or slow as you finally put everything you'd known to be true and denied for years plainly on paper for your loved ones to read.

"Whaaaatya doing?" You suddenly hear from behind you and you let out a scream, your body jolting upright in bed at the sudden and unexpected intrusion. George, who watches on, thinks quickly and salvages the ink pot that had spilled with your actions, not one spot of black ink falling into your crafted parchment or bed.

"Merlin you two!" You said, clutching at your chest as you look upon the grinning twins that had essentially broken into your dorm, not for the first time.

"Sorry sweetheart, couldn't resist," Fred smirks, hopping down onto the bed, followed by George who takes a seat with a hint more decorum than his slightly older brother.

"What you got there?" Fred says, nodding his head to the parchment. You suddenly freeze and clam up, not expecting the letters to be read so soon by the intended recipients.

"Potions homework," you say absently, scrambling to move the letter than you'd previously been so proud of.

"He didn't set us any," Fred says, eying you with suspicion before he turns to George in question, "did he?"

George shakes his head slowly in reply and his gaze flickers up to you, a sadness in his eyes as he realises that you were lying to them. Apparently, from the look he was giving you, you'd not quite hidden your mental and physical absence as well as you thought you had.

"What's going on darling?" He asks, cutting through the bullshit. It's now or never. You take one last look at them, their long gorgeous hair and the freckles, trying to remember them like this, just how you loved them. You took a deep breath and stare at your  slightly shaking hands, suddenly not knowing any way to explain yourself.

"Are you breaking up with us?" Fred asks quickly, his nervousness evident in his voice.

Your eyes shoot up to his quickly, as if offended by the notion and splutter out a reply that really doesn't help your case.

"No! Merlin no, I, maybe? I don't want to."

"Glad we got that cleared up," George says bitterly, though there's no trace of humour in his voice.

"It's not, you, it's," you begin to say, unable to meet their eyes. "I want to be with you both but you won't want me anymore."

"That's ridiculous," they say at the same time, protesting your words almost instantly. You sigh, picking at the blanket beneath you.

"I just, here," you say suddenly, thrusting the barely dried parchment onto George's lap and lingering for only a second before you run off, out of the dormitory and out of the common room.

Somehow, they find you a few hours later, curled up in the astronomy tower, fighting off the cold that you had not anticipated in your hurry. You caught sight of the Marauders map hanging out of Fred’s pocket and realised that they’d either borrowed it from Harry or had momentarily stolen it from him, seeking you out.

"Here he is," Fred says, catching sight of you and gesturing for his twin to join you as he smiles down at your crouched figure. His words make you freeze, shocked at the pronoun he used, so nonchalantly that is blindsides you.

"What-."

"We read your letter," George says, crouching down beside you, followed only moments later by his twin.

"All of this over a dress?" Fred says, smirking at you as if nothing was wrong.

"Well not really," you mumble, worried that they'd taken everything the wrong way, not taking it seriously enough.

"Well no," Fred admits, reaching out for your hand, "why didn't you just talk to us?"

"Because you wouldn't want me anymore," you said in a quiet voice, your tone blunt as if it was obvious. You were trying so hard not to cry, pushing down every urge as you faced your problems head on.

"Who told you that?" George says, outraged at the notion.

"No one?" You say unconvincingly, even though it was the truth.

"Sweetheart," Fred says, pausing and looking up to you with hesitation, "do you still want to be called that?"

You nod slowly, still unsure of where the conversation was going.

"I know this is a big thing for you, it's a big thing for all of us, and rightly so, but it doesn't change how we feel," he says, a smile tugging at the side of his mouth, as if he's trying to show you that it really is okay.

"Yeah," George says from beside him, "you're still ours, just with a few different pronouns."

You're silent for a moment, shocked as you take in their words until a huff of laughter escapes you.

"You're really okay with it? You still want to be with me?"

They share a look between each other, identical devious smiles on their faces.

"A few questions," Fred says, suddenly rather serious. You nod instantly, having anticipated this.

"Have you had a brain injury in the past 24 hours?"

"Eh?" You ask, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

"I ask, you answer," he smirks with a shrug. You shake your head. “Not fell off a broom or from a high ledge?” Once again you shake your head, still reeling with confusion.

"Have you been put under the imperius curse? Blink twice for yes," George says, an identical expression on his face. You blink once, with a frown and shake your head.

"Are you really someone else pretending to be our love, using Polyjuice potion to trick us?"

"No."

“Prove it, one thing about me and Georgie that no one else would know,” Fred says, egging you on with a grin and a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Uh, George has a freckle on his left rib and you have a mark on your left bumcheek,” you say, squinting up at them, not quite believing that those exact words were tumbling out of your mouth.

"Then that's sorted," George says, as if it's that simple. "We might need reminding sometimes, old habits and all that but nothing will really change, not between us at least."

"We love you, male or female, simple really."

The night of the Yule Ball had finally come and you were a bundle of nerves as you fiddled with the buttons on your suit.

It was ironic really that your whole life had turned upside down but you'd landed exactly the right way up, never happier now that you could be exactly who you'd always been, who you knew you really were inside.

The idea of having to wear a dress, to conform to the social pressures that came along with your birth assigned gender was the catalyst to all of this, the turning point that you couldn't go back from. As you looked in the mirror and saw the man you had always been inside reflected in the mirror, a tear came to your eye.

"You look perfect, love," George says moving to stand behind you. He towers over you as usual and you can't help but think of how devastatingly handsome he looks, the colours of his waistcoat and dress robes contrasting perfectly with his flaming hair.

"You both look so handsome," you say, reaching out for them both as Fred steps closer to you, his suit matching George's and complimenting your own.

"Out the way, three handsome gentlemen coming through!" Fred says, barging past the crowd as he leads you by the hand into the hall, George attached to your other hand as you navigate the crowd together.

“Yeah coming through! He’s all ours, everyone put your eyes back in your head and avert them!” George shouts, shooting you a wink.

Your smile shines brighter than every candle in the hall combined as you make your grand entrance, finally at peace with yourself and the world around you.

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