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a new weasley

request: hey! I love your writings and if requests are open, I would like to request reader x Fred where they have to tell sirius black (reader’s dad) that they are expecting a baby. If you feel too uncomfortable by this, it’s alright you can change it however you want!

hiya! it’s been a long time since I've posted anything, sorry for that school is tormenting me. but here it is! enjoy, and please take care of your beautiful selves.

(requests are open)

tw: none :)

word count: 2.2k

“Check.” Fred grinned triumphantly, wiggling his brows as he nodded towards the rook he had just moved to the left. Groaning defeatedly Y/N languidly reached for her king, but as her nimble fingers brushed against the oak piece a wave of overwhelming nausea consumed her. It was unrelenting and seemingly uncontrollable, so much so that she expelled herself from the armchair she was earlier sinking into and dashed to the washroom down the hall.

“You alright there lovebug?”

“Yeah, must’ve been the horrid breakfast you made this morn-” Before she could finish her mediocre teasing quip, she was quickly cut off by violent hurling. As she heard Fred’s quickly approaching footsteps echoing in the hallway, she hastily tried to recuperate her composure. To no avail Fred barged in, catching his girlfriend gasping for air and coughing violently.

“Freddie, get out.” She rasped hoarsely, feebly pushing him out the door.

“C’mon just let it out so we can clean you up.” He smiled softly, kneeling next to her. He softly gathered her hair and rubbed her back, a clear indication that he didn’t mind seeing her in this state and that he wasn’t leaving. Knowing how obdurate her partner was she sighed and squeezed his hand, a silent gesture of her gratification that he was comforting her.

After what felt like hours of retching, which in reality was about 10 minutes, Y/N felt fine and started to wash her face and brush her teeth. As she peered into the mirror she felt a sudden rush of overwhelming realization which resulted in fear and panic.

“I’ll be back love, okay? M’just gonna see ‘Mione real quick, forgot something at her place.” She hollered in a rushed manner as she slipped out of the door, pulling her coat on and her shoes over her mismatched socks.

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“Mione, Mione, please open the door. Merlin, this can’t be happening.” She muttered to herself as she hammered on the oak door of her and Ron’s shared flat. The aged wood convulsed as her fist collided with its surface incessantly.

“Y/N? What’s gotten you all riled up?” The wavy-haired girl raised a quizzical brow and quickly dragged Y/N into the living room by her sleeve.

After she explained everything Hermione was left in a state of tumult, excitement, and fear for her best friend. She was beyond happy for her but at the same time, she didn’t know how to process what was in front of her. To be fair Hermione was one to plan everything, to have every step of the way meticulously revised and perfected, and hearing that her best friend, who was the same age as her, could be pregnant sent her into shock. Despite how taken aback she was she had to compose herself and be there for her best friend. She swallowed hard and dabbed the stray tears off of Y/N’s cheeks, pushing her hair behind her ears so she could look into her eyes.

“Y/N, this is fine, this is going to okay alright? Fred will be ecstatic, he loves you to bits. You have so many people right by your side, ready to do whatever you need at the drop of a hat, okay? If you’re pregnant then that’s okay, it’s all up to you, whatever you want to do.” She stroked the tendrils of hair that framed Y/N’s flushed face, taking deep breaths that Y/N would mirror her composure and try to calm down.

“I have a test, you can take it here or you can take it at home, let me get it.” As Hermione rummaged through the drawers under the sink, Y/N took a tentative breath, contemplating how she was going to tell Fred. Sure, Fred was great around children and always talked about having “hundreds and hundreds” of kids with Y/N, but it was all too sudden, so much was happening. With Fred and George’s newfound success, Y/N still studying to become a healer, and Sirius still catching up with Y/N after years of being apart, she didn’t know how being pregnant would have an impact on all of this.

“Here dove, you feeling a bit better?” Hermione, being the kind-hearted and understanding witch she was, stroked her back soothingly and stayed by her side until Y/N’s tears subsided.

“Thanks, angel, I think I’m gonna take the test at home. I’ll write you, yeah?”

“Of course, love you.” She smiled softly.

“Love you too.” She reciprocated and slipped through the front door.

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“Freddie, I’m home. Hello?” Her voice echoed throughout the flat, she tried to appear unfazed and calm, but her voice was an octave higher than it usually was, a telltale sign she was extremely nervous and shaken.

“Hello, love! You alright there, you sound like you did in year 3.”

“Sod off Fred. Let me just go to the washroom and I’ll continue beating your ass in chess.”

“Mhmm, says the girl who ran as soon as I said check.”

She snickered and rushed to the washroom. Eagerly she fumbled with the box and hastily read to instructions. Her hands shook and with tense shoulders, she looked into the mirror. Glancing at herself in the mirror felt so surreal, the possibility that she was carrying Fred’s child still felt so bittersweet.

After taking the test, she sat in front of Fred, trying to distract herself by watching him move his pawn forward. Even after minutes of trying to avert her attention completely to that exact moment the thoughts still wracked deeply in her mind, scratching every ridge and creek of her brain. She was so busy imaging every scenario possible she didn’t even take into account how standoffish Fred was. She moved her queen to the left and smiled meekly.

“Checkmate.”

“Yeah, good job Y/N.” He muttered, his voice being muffled by his hand. He seemed to be lost in space, his eyes focused anywhere but on Y/N and he shook the table by his foot repeatedly bouncing on the floor, causing the wooden chess pieces to shift ever so slightly.

“What’s wrong? You never let me win without an objection.” It remained silent.

“Freddie?” He projected himself from the seat opposite of her and rushed to wrap his arms around her waist. He spun her around and kissed her forehead repeatedly, it was unrelenting and sweet. After minutes of littering kisses all over her face, Fred set her on the floor again and looked down at her since he towered over her.

“You’re pregnant...well might be, right?”

“Yeah...how’d you know?” She spoke in a meer whisper.

“I just figured, put two and two together y’know, then I phoned mum and well... then it was pretty obvious.” Fred spoke meekly, but his smile was starting to form as he saw Y/N relax her shoulders and lean into his chest. His heart swelled at the sight, seeing the girl he valued so deeply and loved the most in the world leaning into him, letting her head rest against his beating heart. At that moment they felt untouchable, nothing could tarnish the mutual excitement and adoration the two shared. Without a word Y/N led him to the washroom, squeezing his hand in anticipation.

“Go on.” She hides her face behind her sleeves, waiting for him to rip the bandaid off. He peers at the stick on the counter, steadying his breath and biting his lip, the unbearable suspense dangling over his head.

“Merlin…” He turned to Y/N with the largest grin on his face, the corners of his lips curling upwards in a way that they never have before.

“We’re going to be parents...us. I’m gonna raise a child with you.” He lifted her and spun her around, their giggles and weeps of joy creating a symphony of pure joy and exaltation. He frantically speckled kisses all over her face once again, he pushed her hair back to admire her face. Even as tears cascaded down the apples of her cheeks, to her cupid bow, down to her chin he couldn’t resist the urge to admire her beauty. The girl that had bewitched his being, the girl who was always there, the witty and sharp-tongued girl who fit so perfectly with him, was going to be the mother of his child. Together they would raise a beautiful human being, they would show them the great things in life, they’d teach him morals and values, they’d bring them everywhere and let them explore every corner of the world. He beamed at the mere thought of them sitting by the fire, surrounded by everyone they loved, basking in the pure delegation of being altogether.

He jumped around a little bit longer before turning to Y/N again and carrying her off to their bedroom. Y/N wrapped herself in their comforter, letting the warmth engulf her. Fred busied himself with playing vinyl on their player before rushing to her side. She sat with her back against the headboard while he was on his stomach.

“Knock, knock.” He whispered to her belly, causing Y/N to laugh. He continued to whisper to her stomach, expressing his love and excitement to meet whoever was in there. Though Fred was a very sentimental and affectionate person never had Y/N seen him in such a vulnerable and emotional state. It made her heart swell, and her mind started imagining all the things Fred would do for their child. It all played so clearly in her head, the sight of Fred running around the flat with their child giggling in his arms, their child yawning and snuggling closer into Fred’s chest while he reads softly to them, Fred brushing their hair and hugging them tightly before tucking them into bed. All of it brought a smile to her face, and she couldn’t help but cry again.

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A month later

“Y/N, Y/N, Merlin oh Y/N!” Fred spewed frantically as he ran into the living room, only with a purple towel hanging around his waist.

“What?” She asked in a dragged-out and exasperated manner.

“Your dad.” He griped, his voice making the presence of his fear and dread very clear.

“Mhm real nice guy, what’s the problem.” Y/N shrugged nonchalantly and continued reading her book.

“He’s going to kill me! He’s going to murder me!”

‘What on earth are you on about, darling?” Amused with the clear distress on his freckled face, she got up and pushed back the damp tendrils of hair that fell in front of his eyes.

“Your father will murder me...when we tell him you’re expecting, he’ll know that we, you know....”

“What?”

“Did it.” He whispered while shaking her shoulders. Y/N threw her head back in laughter and pecked his cheek with a chaste kiss.

“C’mon Freddie, let’s get dressed.” She continued chuckling while tugging at the towel around his waist, guiding him to their bedroom. Her apathy towards his panic only led to him grousing even more.

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“Darling! It’s wonderful to see you!” Sirius hugged Y/N tightly, lifting her a couple of inches above the floor and squeezing her even harder. His excitement and adoration for her were palpable. He felt so lucky to be able to see her so often and without fear.

“Oh and Fred, hello there...you look pale, maybe try going out some more.” He quipped playfully and shook his hand before embracing him. Fred’s eyes widened behind Sirius’ shoulder and he mouthed “Merlin help me,” much to the amusement of Y/N.

The dining room of 12 Grimmauld Place was bustling with joyous laughter and clinking silverware, creating a pleasant cacophony of comfort and familiarity. The mahogany table in the center of the room was lined with seats that were filled by Remus, Tonks, all the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione. As soon as Fred and Y/N entered the room, it fell silent. Everyone’s eyes bore into them, with utter fascination and excitement. Y/N eyed down Hermione, who only widened her eyes and pointed to Ron. In return, he only offered an awkward wave as he scratched his biceps, feigning false nonchalance.

Hours passed, filled with Fred bouncing his foot repeatedly, much to the annoyance of everyone at the table, and Sirius shooting confused looks in his daughter's direction. It wasn’t until Sirius projected himself from his chair and dragged Fred out of the room by his sleeve. His eyes shone with utter horror and peril as Sirius waited expectantly for him to say something. After minutes of silence which seemed like hours to the both of them, Sirius broke the silence.

“C’mon Fred, just say it, it ain’t all bad.” He encouraged softly, patting his shoulder. He never wanted someone who he considered family, someone he considered his son to be scared to tell him anything.

“I just want to hear it from you.” “Well...er, well you know…” He twiddled his thumbs anxiously. Sirius placed his hands on top of his fidgety ones, offering him a supportive look.

“Y/N...is pregnant...with my- well our child.” Fred slapped himself internally, this was nothing like him, being so tongue-tied. Sirius’ face contorted in a series of different emotions, within seconds it seemed he has progressed through all the stages of grief.

“Well that’s lovely, isn’t it? Stop being so glum this is amazing.” Sirius embraced Fred, squeezing him so tightly he thought he might pass out. Slowly Fred reciprocated the hug, finding comfort and relief in the fact that Sirius was supportive and as excited as he was.

“Merlin...I can’t believe it, another Weasley. Soon enough there’ll be millions of you.”

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, excited chatter, and joyous discussions about the new coming baby. That night 12 Grimmauld Place was the liveliest and brightest home in the world.

#fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley x reader #weasley twins #fred weasley one shot #harry potter #fred weasley fluff

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bloodypapercut · 3 years

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hey! I love your writings and if requests are open, I would like to request reader x Fred where they have to tell sirius black (reader’s dad) that they are expecting a baby. If you feel too uncomfortable by this, it’s alright you can change it however you want!

hiya! i just posted it, i hope you enjoy lovely! <3

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bloodypapercut · 3 years

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Hi I hope you are doing well! I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE your Sirius headcannons!!!! By any chance do you have any more? If not could you elaborate more on impulsively cutting hair and hyping each other up? I adore the fun and chaos of that it literally makes me so soft! I hope you have a wonderful day!!!! ❤️

hello! i just posted it, i made 2 versions just in case. i’m sorry it took so long, school has been destroying me and eating away at all of my motivation. i hope you enjoy lovebug! take care of yourself! <3

here are the links

(version 1) (version 2)

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cutting your hair with sirius blurb (version 2)

request: Hi I hope you are doing well! I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE your Sirius headcannons!!!! By any chance do you have any more? If not could you elaborate more on impulsively cutting hair and hyping each other up? I adore the fun and chaos of that it literally makes me so soft! I hope you have a wonderful day!!!! ❤️

hello! i hope you enjoy this little blurb, i’m sorry it's short. i’m trying to get through finals, that’s why it took so long. but i hope you enjoy! remember to take care of yourselves!! <3

(requests are open)

word count: 488

The room was lit by the dim lanterns that hung by the sides of the mirrors. The soft lull of music sounded throughout the walls of the boy's washroom. There stood Y/N and Sirius side by side, gripping scissors in their hands against a lock of hair that they held firmly in the other hand. “Okay ready?” He questioned peering to his left, smiling with hints of excitement and apprehension.

“Ready.” In unison, they closed their eyes and simultaneously severed their hair, a pile immediately forming as they continued hacking at their locks. To anyone who walked into the room, it was evident that they had acted one of their 3am ideas that they were notorious for having.

“Merlin what have we done, look at us, I can’t do this right now.”

“Maybe if we sleep it’ll go away.”

“Yeah, maybe.” They both rushed back into the boy's dorm, running pacing frantically, and staring in the full-body mirrors by the door to digest what they looked like. Their footsteps sounded thunderous against the peaceful quiet of the room, apart from all of the boy’s snoring. After minutes of panicking and ruffling their hair in front of the mirror, they knew it was no use freaking out. They both got into Sirius’ four-poster and hid under the covers, continuing to mummer and berate the other.

“We’re such idiots, we can’t show ourselves looking like this.”

“We have to live in the dorms until it grows back, Moony can take notes for us, Peter can bring the food, and James- well he can entertain us.”

“Don’t be dramatic Si.”

“I’m not! Look at my hair!”

“Padfoot just let me fix the rest.”

“This was a horrible idea, why did I let you talk me into this?”

“This was your idea, you know that!”

“Okay yeah maybe, but you’re the one who let me go through with it, therefore I blame you.”

“What are you on about? You’re mental!”

“I’m not capable of making rational decisions, you know that!”

“Can you two gits shut up I’m trying to sleep.”

“Sod off James we have an emergency on our hands.”

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The pair woke up to a group of boys surrounding them. Remus stood with a look of shock and slight disappointment as he stifled his laughter and tried to scold the rest of the boys to be quiet. James laughed maniacally as he used his polaroid to capture the half-conscious couple huddled up in bed together. Peter stood next to James, reeling over in laughter.

"What did you lot do?" James gasped, trying to regain his breath from laughing so hard.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"I mean, it doesn't look horrible. This can easily be fixed, let me try."

"Wormtail, you are not touching my hair, I do not trust you when you look like that."

"Aw." Peter pouted.

"He doesn't mean that Pete, he's just grumpy." James cooed mockingly.

#sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black headcanon #Sirius orion black #Sirius Black #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fluff #Maurauders Era

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bloodypapercut · 3 years

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cutting your hair with sirius blurb (version 1)

hi! i apologize if this is short, i’m trying to keep up with my school work and requests. i hope you enjoy! please take care of yourselves and remember you’re beautiful!! <3

(requests are open)

word count: 770

“Sirius, stop bloody moving, or I’m gonna mess up.” She grunted as she pushed his head, eliciting a loud laugh to echo throughout the shared boy's washroom.

“I love it when you’re rough with me angel.”

“Shut up, shut up let me concentrate. If you hate how your hair looks after this it’s all your fault.” She ran her fingers through his dark raven hair, letting the tendrils fall back into place against his back.

“I could never hate how my hair- MERLIN!” Before he could go off on his little ego-driven monologue the sound of scissors detaching a section of his hair cut him off. She giggled lightly as she held up the bundle of hair, showing Sirius the damage. A string of incoherent curses and mutters laced with pure distress and panic filled the air, along with Y/N’s giggling. He covered his eyes and muttered a forced “go on” as he slumped in his seat. She continued cutting his hair in sections, circling around him and eyeing his hair from different angles. Hours passed as Sirius moaned and continually cursed his impulsive nature, complemented by Y/N humming calmly, disregarding her melodramatic boyfriend. After a pile of hair had formed on the tiled floor, Y/N smiled excitedly and beckoned him to lower his hands.

“Padfoot, look! ” As Y/N bounced on her heels excitedly Sirius reluctantly placed his hands on the counter.

“Merlin!” The oak chair was pushed against the wall as the raven-haired boy approached the mirror, toying with the tendrils of hair that now floated comfortably just above his shoulders. “I LOOK SO GOOD! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” The earlier apprehensive and obdurate boy was now back to his normal self, the jumpy, excited, and slightly obnoxious Gryffindor that almost everyone loves. As he bounded around the room like an excited puppy, he lifted Y/N by the waist and spun her around, littering her cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, and lips with short kisses.

“Don’t be so loud! You’ll wake everyone.” She giggled as she hit his chest with minimal force.

“Wouldn’t be the first time eh?” His coquettish smirk made her roll her eyes as she hit his head, causing both of them to burst into a fit of harmonized laughter.

“Okay! Now it’s your turn, my sweet angel, take a seat!” He announced buoyantly, extending the wooden chair he had earlier shoved against the wall.

“What? Are you mad, I’m not letting you!”

“That’s not fair! I let you cut mine!”

“Yeah, because you barged into my dorm, begging me to do so while waving safety scissors in my face.” Convinced she had gotten the final word she slipped out of the washroom, not before kissing Sirius on the cheek and ruffling his hair.

"Pretty please, please, please, pleeeeeease." He pleaded, trailing after her as she hastily ventured back to the girl's dorm.

“Not a chance.”

“But why.” He pouted. She remained silent and offered a quizzical brow and a mocking smirk.

“You’re breaking my heart,” He widened his eyes and held his hands together in one final attempt to cajole her. After she remained silent and sighed in defeat he smiled triumphantly and carried her over his shoulder, being extra springy with his steps to rile her up.

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“It’s getting shorter and shorter- no, more on this side, there just a bit more- no! Too much okay, um this is fine, this is great.”

“Relax, you’re going to look great! You’re in good hands.” He continued to circle around the chair, occasionally snipping random bits as Y/N, like Sirius a couple of minutes ago, covered her eyes in fear of what she looked like.

“Tada.”

“Wait I actually look good! Sirius, you’ve outdone yourself.”

“Of course you do angel, turn around for me yeah?” Sirius gently pushed her hair to the side and brushed the remnant of hair off her shoulders. He proceeded to braid the now shorter locks of hair, admiring how the braids looked rested just above her shoulders. He placed soft kisses all over her face and jutted his head towards the door, motioning for her to follow him so they can disturb the boys and show them their new hair.

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The pair dashed to the boy's dorm, flickering the lights and being as loud as possible. Sirius jumped on Remus’ bed and shook him awake.

“Rem! Look at my hair, don’t I look hot?”

“Yes.” He croaked while trying to shove the dark-haired boy off.

“You didn't even look.” He groaned while flicking the sandy-haired boy’s forehead.

“Wow, yes you look amazing, perfect, divine, now fuck off.”

#Sirius Black #Sirius orion black #sirius black headcanon #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black fluff #sirius black fanfiction #maruaders era

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Hey! Can you please write about reader trying to make george (her boyfriend) feel better and get out of depression after Fred's death? :)

I just posted it lovebug <3 I truly do hope you enjoy! :)

here’s the link: something missing (g.w. x reader)

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something missing (g.w. x reader)

request from @lilyydfg : Hey! Can you please write about reader trying to make george (her boyfriend) feel better and get out of depression after Fred's death? :)

tw: this is heavily centred around feelings of being numb, dejected and hopeless.there are mentions of death and slight mentions of the battle (blood and injuries but not much). please don’t read this if it’ll dampen your mood and if you do read please do so with caution. <3 stay safe lovebugs

(requests are open)

word count : 2.1k

It had been months, but the initial shock never seemed to fade away. It plagued both of them horrifically, but George never fully recovered. The memories repeated themselves in his head, while he slept, worked, ate, laughed, cried, drank, and walked. They were intrusive, relentless, vivid, and unforgiving, they consumed every second of his life, so much so that guilt clawed at the back of his throat. The thought that he got to experience all the things they had promised to do together without his other half left him overwhelmed with grief. Why was it that he got to see the business they had worked so hard for thrive, why did he get to be in a relationship with plans for the future, why did he get to hug his mother and father at the burrow, why did he get to laugh alongside his siblings while Fred was gone, buried in the ground? It didn’t sit right with him, it wasn’t fair.

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After the hours of screaming, crumbling walls, peril, the bodies of those they loved limp and battered on the stone floors, bloody hands, and frantic running they returned home. The silence smothered them, it was inevitable. They were shattered. They couldn’t process what had really happened, surely none of it was real. Fred was just missing, it was the wrong body they saw laying there with a lazy smile still etched on his face, Fred was just playing a cruel prank. They told themselves anything but the truth because deluding yourself feels better than facing what’s really in front of you. It wasn’t until they had finished getting ready for bed that it struck them. They followed the routine that they’d had for years on instinct, brush their teeth, wash their faces, get changed, rush to Fred’s room to say goodnight, but when they found his room empty and undisturbed it became clear that he was really gone. Fred, the loving, goofy, sometimes obnoxious but always kind redhead, the reliable older brother, the loyal best friend, the free-spirited stranger was gone, forever. There would be no more shared birthdays, family photos with his cheerful grin, knitted jumpers with a large golden F laying around, ear-piercing singing, and raucous laughter followed by rushed footsteps. It was all gone, in a matter of a few hours. It was there where George broke the silence, more like shattered it. His sobs were violent and agonizing, his pain was palpable. As he sunk to his knees he hugged Y/N’s legs, clinging onto anything that would ground him. His body shook against her calves and his tears were pooling on the hardwood floor, leaving a puddle where his reflection stared back at him. He aguishly looked back at himself, he hated what he saw, it was just a reminder of what was missing.

“I’m sorry, I need to be alone right now.” He made haste to rush to his office and lock the door. She rushed after him, trailing behind his footsteps but as the door shut in her face and the smashing of frames, ripping of paper, and choked sobs resonated through the door it was clear that that’s what he really needed.

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For months George kept to himself, he seldom spoke of anything that he didn’t need to. He was reserved and feeble, avoiding interacting with people and finishing what he needed to do before heading straight to bed. It was unusual, to say the least, in his mind, there was no George without Fred. A part of him died that day, and it will never come back. He was numb, devoid of any genuine emotions. At any mention of Fred, he’d freeze up and immediately leave the room, if he saw something that reminded him of his older brother he’d snatch it and throw it into a box that he kept hidden under the bed. It was heartbreaking to see someone so vivid and bright suddenly solemn and burnt out. It was shattering to see George force himself to forget about the existence of his best friend to avoid the harsh sting of reality.

He dealt with all of the pain alone. Whenever he’d wake up in a cold sweat he’d rush out of the room, refusing to look Y/N in the eye. Every nightmare was kept to himself, only to fester in his subconscious. At any offer of consolation or guidance he’d simply shake his head and walk away or offer a hopeless “no,” “I don’t care,” “what difference does it make,” or “I don’t want your help” as he kept his head down. No one knew what he was thinking, no one knew how he was. He remained stoic, afraid that once he confronts his fears that it will all become too real.

It wasn’t until one night when one of his nightmares felt a little too hostile. It was the kind that plucked at any sense of security you thought you had and left you bare and vulnerable. His chest was weighed down and his breathing was labored. The erratic rise and fall sent the bed into light vibrations.

“Georgie, are you okay?” He remained silent and stared vacantly at the illuminated lamp resting on the vanity across the room. The tears in his eyes and remnants from where they rolled off his cheeks glimmered in the dull glow. She took his silence as a sign that he needed to be alone like he always wanted to be. An ache grew in her chest but she knew he wanted to be alone. She shrugged the blanket off of her legs and kissed his cheek lightly while stroking rogue tendrils of hair off his forehead.

“Do you wanna be alone, love?” She smiled warmly and wrapped her robe around her shoulders, preparing herself to leave the room.

“Stay, please, I can’t do this alone anymore.” The grip on her wrist was relieving and her heart swelled at the thought that George was taking the next step, ready to face what had been haunting him for so long. He continued to cry leaning into her embrace and letting his arms wrap around her waist. His head was against her chest, and she felt his tears soaking through her jumper. Her hand danced up and down the expanse of his back, reminding him that he wasn’t alone, that she was there and always will be.

“Let it out Georgie, it’s okay, you’re so strong. Just let it out.” The hold around her waist got tighter and he released all the emotions he had been holding in for so long. His sobs were haunting and lingered in the air. After a couple of minutes, his weeping decrescendoed but didn’t seize. He looked up into her eyes, worried that he was unloading too much onto her by divulging all the feelings he tried to keep so secure.

“Tell me whatever you’re comfortable telling me, it’s okay. I’m here George, you’re not alone.”

“Before the battle, we were sitting in the garden. The gnomes were running around, they didn’t bother nipping at our ankles like they always do, even they knew how horrible things had become. We were against the fence and he told me,” George paused abruptly and swallowed forcefully, “he told me that it was unlikely that both of us would make it out. I remember laughing and throwing grass at him, but Y/N he knew, we both knew, I was just too scared to admit it. We promised each other that no matter what, we’d seize the days that followed, even if one of us didn’t survive, but how could I go on without him? He died that day for me, he saved me. And even though he made me promise, I just couldn't. I felt so guilty. Every time I find myself smiling or laughing or even being happy in the smallest ways it always reminds me that Fred would never experience it with me. He will never see his first gray hair, or see his children run around the yard, or see how many people loved the things he invented. It’s so crazy to think that when we drank that aging potion in year 6, that that was the only time I’d ever get to see him all old and wrinkly.”

He became silent as she traced shapes on the expanse of his back and dragged her fingertips along his forearms. Tears slowly welled in his eyes once more with the same urgency streamed down his face. Gently Y/N lifted his head and held it tenderly in her hands, his tears were kissed away by her cushiony lips.

“I really miss him. Not a day goes by where I’m not tortured by his absence. I feel horrible that I’m doing the very thing I swore I wouldn't do, but memories of him haunt me...and I’m letting them. Every time I hear his name or see anything that reminds me of him, it makes me so,” he paused, his hands rubbing at his red eyes in a frantic state, “so fucking angry, so mad and scared and confused and hurt and sick. I feel everything that he always managed to rid me of, but now that he’s gone it’s just so different. I just wish that he’d barge in like he always used to, but he’s gone, and I can’t accept that, I don’t want to.” His sobs echoed throughout the room once again, the unabating raw emotion seeping through every cough and gasp for air. His grip on the ends of Y/N’s jumper was fervent and desperate.

“You don’t have to forget about him.”

“I don’t want to, but it hurts so much because all I’m reminded of is what’s missing when he isn’t around,” he paused and as he did an ignominious expression painted over his face, “Merlin, Y/N I’m so sorry for dragging you into all of this, I’m being so selfish. I must be such a burden.”

“What? Angel, no no please don’t think that. I’m here because I love you, and I care for you. Never apologize for having feelings, you’re allowed to and it’s not something to be ashamed of. I’m not here because I have to be, I’m here because I want to, and because you deserve every ounce of love this world has to offer. Okay? Look, I know it’s easier said than done but you truly don’t have to forget him if you don’t want to, you just have to learn to understand what you’re feeling and to act accordingly. I’m here to help you with whatever you think is best. That’s all I want for you, that’s what Fred would want too. So tell me what you want help with, and I’ll be there every single step of the way. Anything to help you, you’re not alone.”

The room seemed a little less daunting from George’s point of view. Upon hearing the words she uttered so softly and so passionately he felt at ease, and for the first time in a long time without guilt. A new cloak of warmth draped over his shoulders, he didn’t know what to make of it but as he looked up at Y/N and around the cozy room he realized it was acceptance and relief. He quickly summoned the box he kept as his contemptible secret for months. It sat comfortably in front of him on the duvet, it’s presence was overt and consuming, but for once George was okay with that. For once he let the box serve as a reminder of his brother’s presence, not as something to smother it.

They spent the next hours slowly inspecting each piece in the box, smiling and reminiscing on the memories. It felt like Fred’s presence was flooding back, bringing more color and liveliness to their seemingly dull world. After hours of sitting close together, George let out a yawn and ruffled his hair.

“I’ll run a bath and then we can sleep, okay?” He nodded and Y/N headed to the bathroom, and within minutes she beckoned George to come in. Gingerly he rid himself of his clothes and sat down in the bath, leaning his head against Y/N’s warm chest. She soaked a sponge in the water and slowly dragged it across his tense shoulders, the water cascading down his ridged and freckled back. The sound of the water falling back into the bath and their steady breathing created a peaceful symphony in the room.

“I love you, angel, thank you.”

“I love you too Georgie, I know you’d do the same for me.”

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Has anyone told you that you look absolutely stunning today? If not then I’m telling you because it’s so true. Look at you, your face is so pretty and your smile is one of the most beautiful things in the world. Every part of you is breathtaking, every curve, line, mark, scar, fold, hair, pore, every single thing about you is perfect! l can’t believe I'm lucky enough to even breathe the same air as you. Your personality is magnetic and anyone who gets to call you their friend is so fortunate! You’re talented and amazing, please never forget that <3 Go treat yourself like the angel you are, drink some water, grab a snack, spoil yourself, watch your favourite movie or read a really good book!

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anyone else but you (g.w. x reader)

instead of paying attention in french class i wrote this so i hope you beautiful people enjoy <3 :) plz take care of yourselves (also this is inspired by the song anyone else but you by the moldy peaches)

(requests are open)

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It must have been 3 in the morning, the sky was still a mixture of deep indigo and blue hues with speckles of glimmering stars. The castle grounds stood still; nothing but the incessant pattering of raindrops against the windows, the howling winds, and the occasional sonorous crack of thunder and lightning could be heard. Sitting up Y/N rubbed her eyes and stretched her jaw, an attempt to rid the disoriented state one usually finds themselves in upon waking up. Though the exhaustion from writing long essays and reading from tedious textbooks possessed her, the likeliness of falling back into slumber was unlikely. Draping a blanket over her shoulders, she took light and apprehensive steps to avoid the cries of the walnut floorboards under the weight. The warmth of the dorm proved to be insufficient, so she steadily paced to the door and gently pushed it open, yearning to sit by the common room fire.

The room was desolate, much to her relief. She approached the fireplace and with the flick of her wand a gleaming flame engulfed the wood logs. The clamor from the weather outside slowly faded and was overtaken by the crackling flames. The ambiance served as a great sense of comfort against the storm, but Y/N grew bored of just sitting there. Her eyes danced around the expanse of the highly decorated room in an attempt to find something that could serve as a source of entertainment. Leaning against one of the chess tables was a mahogany acoustic guitar. Muttering 'accio' the guitar was summoned to her grasp and the chords of ‘Anyone Else but You' by The Moldy Peaches resonated softly. The simple chord progression repeated until the words started to flow from her mouth, her eyes closing in the process.

“You’re a part time lover and a full time friend

The monkey on your back is the latest trend

I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else

But you”

The lyrics were sweet and innocent, it perfectly described how she felt. They never failed to bring a bashful grin to her face because it reminded her of a goofy ginger boy, her best friend. His vehement laughter echoing through the halls whenever they ran from Filch. The feeling of his slightly clammy hand that she gripped so ardently, to make sure she didn't fall behind. The freckles sprinkled on his flushed cheeks. The tranquil air he brought to any room he stepped into. His sense of humor, that left anyone in his wake gasping for air and wiping away tears. Everything about his being distracted Y/N from what was right in front of her. It embarrassed her knowing that she had all these fantasies of being with him, that would probably never happen. Daydreams occupied her head almost every second. She was so busy indulging in her wishes that she failed to register the languorous footsteps growing louder from the other end of the room.

As George descended the steps a melody so pure and delightful sounded from in front of the fireplace. It was familiar and warm, something he wishes he could bottle up and keep with him everywhere he went. The figure leaning over the spruce instrument, strumming leisurely on the ornate persian carpet came into view. It was Y/N, upon this realization, he felt himself falling harder for her.

“Didn’t know you could sing so well angel.” Y/N nearly let the guitar tumble out of her grasp.

“George, you git! You frightened me, I nearly caught a death.” Her hushed berating was the catalyst to him giggling as he got closer to her.

“Going to the kitchens, want something?”

“The usual.” He winked as he rushed out the portrait hole, swiftly surveying his surroundings before dashing to the left.

Within a mere 15 minutes, George had returned, balancing two plates in his hands. He placed a treacle tart in front of her, smiling wholesomely whilst sitting down.

“I liked the song you were playing earlier.”

“Yeah?”

“Teach me how to play it.” He wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed the guitar from her grip, placing it delicately in his lap.

“Well, there are only 2 chords, it’s quite simple just start with a G, so bar the 3rd fret, yeah there. Okay, then place your middle finger on the 3rd string from the bottom on the 4th, and then those two there.” She softly manipulated the position of his fingers, urging him to press harder on the 3rd fret. His hand was warm and she let her touch linger on him for longer than needed, just to savor it. Unknownst to her, the sensation of his skin against hers was the most pleasant thing on earth, he would let her bruise him if it meant he’d get to feel her touch.

“Then just put your fingers there to play a C major 7, that’s it. Now you can play.”

“I don’t know when to strum.” Y/N tried to explain but after several failed attempts, and George having trouble with playing the barred G, Y/N ended up behind him, guiding his arms and hands manually. The contact sending immediate chills throughout their bodies. The feeling of her chest pressed against his back was something he always wished to materialize, something he thought would only happen in his dreams, but here he was living it out. When the strums came naturally she slowly let go but continued to rest her cheek against his shoulder. As she started singing the first verse, the atmosphere turned intimate, almost fragile. He was plagued by her voice, it made him see color, it held him in a tight embrace, it clouded his vision, everything was Y/N and Y/N only.

“I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train

I kiss you all starry eyed, my body’s swinging from side to side

I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else

But you”

As George finished his verse he looked over his shoulder, admiring how she looked with shut eyes, her eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks. The way her lips moved to produce the beautiful noises ringing in his ears.

“Here is the church and here is the steeple

We sure are cute for two ugly people

I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else

But you”

It was George’s turn to sing but he remained silent. His eyes remained on her serene face, soaking in every detail. He was convinced that she was the most precious and delicate thing to ever exist, that nothing could ever match the beauty Y/N possessed. At this point they weren’t singing together, they were reciting the lyrics to one another. It was an unashamed declaration of their love. Their shared desires for their friendship to become something more were now palpable. They made direct eye contact, both of them craning their necks in semi-uncomfortable positions, they didn’t mind.

“Did you forget the lyrics?” She muttered, trying to ease the tension.

“No, I just-” He cut himself off because in one swift motion he pushed the guitar on his lap aside, turned over, and kissed her ardently. She tensed up upon realizing what was happening but as he deepened the kiss she let herself relax and thread her fingers through his hair. Her eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, and the contrast of his slightly chapped lips against her pillowy ones was something he’d never get tired of. She pulled him closer and straddled his lap, wanting to be engulfed by his physical touch. They transferred all their pent-up emotions into the kiss. Minutes had passed and they pulled apart slowly after Y/N started to giggle making George bite her bottom lip playfully. Even after parting they still held each other tightly, keeping their foreheads against each other and their arms caging the other's body. They sat in a blissful silence, letting the sound of their breathing and George’s occasional sigh of disbelief pierce it.

“Did we just?” She nodded, pushing the tendrils of ginger hair off his forehead.

“Georgie?”

“Yeah?”

“Keep singing, I like your voice.”

“Only if you play.” Kissing him on the cheek she turned around on his lap to lean her back against his chest.

George continued singing, the strumming started to slow down and Y/N’s head started to become heavy against his shoulder. When the music reverberating from the instrument came to a complete stop he looked over to see her peacefully sleeping. With a smile, he lifted her delicately, placed her on the couch, and hugged her body close. When her body shifted he panicked, only for her to turn around and face him.

“I love you, Georgie.” She muttered after kissing the side of his mouth. When he remained speechless, his face baffled, she laughed and buried her head in his chest.

“And yes I really mean it.”

“Merlin, I love you too, so so much.” He truly couldn’t imagine anyone else in his arms, he wasn’t certain about much but he knew it would always be her and only her.

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common people (g.w. x reader)

hi loves! i’ve been listening to pulp so much and everytime common people plays i immediately think of george so i wanted to write something. i hope you all enjoy! <3

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No prank, no act of mischief, no joke had ever managed to coerce the feelings that resided within George at that moment. The memory had been playing in his head for weeks since that day in Hogsmeade. The vivid image of her nose and cheeks dusted pink as snowflakes landed in her hair, her hand gripping at paper bag from Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop, and her hair whipping around her. He was consumed by her being, she radiated a sense of comfort and warmth that George had never felt from a complete stranger. She intrigued him in every imaginable way, he wanted to know everything about her, each sense in his body was heightened simply by being in her wake. It was the way she carried herself, something about it just seemed so different and enticing. He contemplated going up to her, but he knew with Fred right by his side it would not end well. So he watched from afar, unaware of Fred repeatedly kicking snow in his direction, a mediocre attempt on his behalf to capture his attention so they could go to Zonko’s.

It was breakfast, the bustle of knives and forks against plates, teaspoons against teacups, and the early morning chatter saturated with frivolous morning civility integrated into the usual dissonance of the great hall. George couldn’t bother to act interested in the conversation Fred and Lee tried to reel him into, whatever it was they were talking about was insipid compared to what he had in mind. Pushing around the strawberries on his plate with his fork, his head lulled against his palm, an attempt to subtly survey the room in order to find that girl from all those weeks ago. He’d seen her roaming the halls occasionally, or sitting hunched over a book quietly scribbling on a piece of parchment, or speaking in hushed tones to her housemates, none of it had helped his undying curiosity. She plagued his thoughts, he could relate almost anything to her somehow, despite the fact he had not once spoken to her. She was an enigma and he wanted nothing more than to know everything about her, to learn every habit, every favorite, and every detail.

He brought his cup of orange juice closer to his lips but as he looked around the room once again he saw her. She was leaving the great hall, a leather bag hanging on her shoulder loosely and a pile of books resting against her hip. There it was, that overwhelming cloak of emotions resting on his shoulders once again. Without thinking he rushed to her, no plan present in his mind.

“Hey, hi.” He panted, planted his hand against a pillar trying to catch his breath. She spun quickly, nearly dropping her books. As her gaze cast down at the hunched boy, she wondered what on earth he was doing saying hi to her, or if it was even directed at her.

“Hello? Um are you alright, you look a little red?”

“All for you love.” He winked, still struggling to steady his respiration. Her laugh was just as awkward as the situation and she tried her hardest to divert her attention to anything but the ginger in front of her. The crumbling stone walls, the rusty nails that the portraits hung on, the ornate handles on the classroom doors, she tried but she couldn’t. Because she was just as enthralled by his presence as he was with hers.

“I’ve seen you around.”

“So have I, Weasley.” She smiled warmly, an attempt to alleviate the tension.

“Is that right?”

“Indeed it is.” Another moment of uncomfortable silence followed.

“Well, um anyway I was wondering if you’d like to go to the lake together sometime? If you want that is don’t feel pressured to say yes just because I asked you, it’s completely okay if you don’t-”

“Hey, calm down, yeah sure I don’t see why not.” The weight of her hand felt right against his forearm and he wanted to hold it in place forever, he grinned bashfully at her hand, which didn’t go unnoticed as she had squeezed his arm upon seeing his line of sight.

“4?”

“4.” She nodded before letting go of his arm and walking off, not bothering to glance over her shoulder.

After that afternoon together they became inseparable. Their lives orbit around the other and they learned everything there was to know about their partner, well almost. There was one thing she had kept from him, something that would normally be considered frivolous but in their case was quite the contrary. She hadn’t revealed that she was a part of the Rosier family, a pureblood family, similar to the Malfoys or the Blacks. Though she was treated with nothing but disdain for being a 'traitor' by her relatives, she was still technically a Rosier. She felt wrong for keeping it from him, but she never let that convince her to divulge her secret. She tried convincing herself that it wasn’t important, that it didn’t change anything. But she knew it did, it changed everything. No matter how many times she tried to delude herself, the intrusive thoughts that never stopped urging her to tell him continued their unabating blathering. Though she knew she never acted like them or shared their mentality, she knew how it would come across and she knew how George would react. A member of the Rosier family, a family known for possessing ostentatious pride due to their pureblood status dating someone part of a family deemed to be a stain on the sacred 28. Y/N was scared to lose everything she had with George, she was too afraid of the unknown so she kept it from him for as long as she could. That was a mistake, a huge one.

Everything seemed to be fine but one afternoon, when Y/N found that George wasn’t where they had agreed to meet she grew concerned. Her footsteps echoed as she ran to his dorm, worried he was hurt or in trouble.

“I know.”

“What are you talking about Georgie.” Her laughs were forced and stiff, she found it unusual for him to be so solemn. But as his shoulders deflated and his back hunched over his book she knew something was wrong, and she knew what it was. Before he could utter a single word she had already started berating herself in her head. How could one be so selfish? So inconsiderate and dull?

“You never told me? Why didn’t you ever tell me?” The incessant beating of her heart filled her ears, almost deafening her and making her unable to hear George’s voice, the voice that was usually filled with joy now sounded devastated and tumultuous. Tears had already threatened to cascade both of their cheeks and it was just a matter of time before someone started weeping.

“I didn’t think it mattered, I just wa-”

“But it does matter. It matters so much, are you completely oblivious to how the world works? How unfair it is to people like me? To people in my family? We’re a joke to people like you, so what was this all about?”

“I- George I’m with you because I love you, that’s all I swear. I’m not like them, I’m not.”

“So why'd you hide it then? Why couldn’t you just tell me?” His voice was hushed and fragile, he struggled to keep a steady tone, by instinct he remained stoic but his voice revealed how betrayed he felt.

“I just wanted a simple life, where it didn't matter your last name or your class or your blood purity, I didn’t want this to change our relationship. I wanted to be like everyone else. I want the future we always talk about, I don't care for any of that pureblood mania.”

“No! No you can’t say that not when you’re literally in one of the most prestigious and honored pureblood families. You don’t understand how bloody lucky you are Y/N! Honestly, have you ever realized that? You can do whatever you want and even if you fail you will never fall on your arse, but me, no I can’t do that if I failed I’m fucked. You can get away with anything with a simple call to your father, you can buy your way to the top. Why would you hide this from me? All this time, was I some charity case? Did your family force you to be with me just to get dirt on mine?”

“What? No! George! No...I just didn’t want this to change things and I’m sorry I’m so so sorry, I love you so much I was just scared please .”

“You’re just like the rest of them.”

“Oh, I- if that’s what you think, I’ll just leave you be, I’m sorry.” With her head hung low and tears clouding her vision she made haste to locate the doorknob and rush out of his room. She ignored the frantic footsteps and calls of worry from Hermione and Harry as she bulleted out of the common room. She ignored Fred and Lee who were sitting on the bench in a corridor as they scribbled onto sheets of parchment, she ignored Luna who tried to grab her attention, and Cho, and Angelina, and Neville, everyone, she was verklempt and if anyone even gave her a look of sympathy she knew she’d break down in tears.

The rest of the afternoon she stayed quietly in her bed, curled up in a ball with crumpled tissues surrounding her. She felt guilty for crying, she had brought this onto herself. That didn’t stop her though because upon realizing what she had done, the image of George so distraught, so disappointed, plagued her mind and broke her heart even more. It was something that would plague her memories forever. It was ruined, they were ruined.

Days dragged like molasses dripping from a spoon, every walk between class there he’d be, leaning against a pillar while throwing his head back in laughter, or during meal times, his arms flailing as he retold a story about a prank, or in the library his head lulling to the side as he waited for Fred to determine the missing ingredient for a potion they wanted to perfect before selling it. It hurt her, seeing that he was completely fine without her, like everything was normal. He was everywhere, and even if he wasn’t physically, mentally he was. The words rang in her ears again and again ‘you’re just like the rest of them,’ it stung each time it repeated. She was starting to believe that she was just as bad as they are, just as selfish and malevolent and spiteful. It clawed at the abyss of her mind, dragging her entire being into a spiral of endless darkness.

The air was cold, the kind that nipped at all your nose and made it hard to breathe. The walk from Y/N’s potions class to herbology wasn’t pleasant as her fingers turned numb and red. The stone flooring crumbled under her black school shoes as she kicked the pieces that already broke off. She watched as the pebbles ricocheted from the toe of the black vinyl to a slightly elevated stone tile, she’d focus on anything but the things that lingered in her subconscious. It had been working in her favor for the past couple of weeks, or months, she couldn’t really tell, everything blurred into one continuous string of agonizing events. She found herself being unaware of what was in front of her because without even realizing it she bumped directly into the boy she’d been trying to make sure her thoughts were devoid of. On instinct, his arms immediately gripped her forearms and her hands pressed against his chest. Time moved slower than ever as their eyes slowly raked up from where their hands were to the eyes of who they were on. They scrambled from each other, muttering pathetic ‘sorry’s and speed walking with promptitude to opposite ends of the corridor.

The worst part was that no matter how often they tried to steer away from the other, they’d always cross each other's path. It got to the point where they weren’t even trying to hide their yearning to talk, they’d openly send longing stares but would never act on their desires. So much was unsaid and they realized they couldn’t just leave how things were, they had to talk about where they stood. The conclusion of that conversation was unclear and that’s what frightened them the most. The reality was that every day they refused to communicate out of obdurate pride, their relationship became more and more decrepit. George felt doltish and penitent, he didn’t mean what he said, he was hurt, angry and confused. Y/N felt guilty, she hurt the love of her life due to her selfish wishes to avoid confrontation.

It had been about 2 months, 2 agonizing, and treacherous months. George finally cracked, and much like the way things had started between them, he was looking for her in the great hall. He searched, pushing himself up slightly against the table, for any sign of her, anyone who would know where she was. It didn’t take long as he found Luna’s prolific hair, and there she was sitting right next to her. He could see her pushing around the vegetables on the golden plate in front of her, her cheek resting in her palm as a dejected countenance presented itself on her face. It saddened him to see her beautiful face so full of despondency. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to talk to her, he’d gone crazy without her. He abhorred pretending it didn’t phase him when he wasn’t with her, she had become a vital part of his life in such a short time. He knew she meant well. He wanted to fix things, he had to. Swiftly George dug through Ron’s back to grab a piece of parchment and scribbled using the quill Hermione was using, to the both of their dismays. He acted before he could fully process what his plan was because before he knew it he was faced with Y/N. Her eyes widened upon his arrival but before she could think of anything to say he placed the folded piece of parchment in front of her plate and dashed to the Gryffindor table. Dropping her fork she unfolded the parchment and smiled softly at the scraggly writing she adored so much.

'Astronomy Tower at 8?'

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She feared that she'd collapse as she feebly made her way up the steps to the astronomy tower. Her gloved hand held the note firmly, hoping that there was still a chance for them to fix everything. As she rounded the corner to ascend the final steps she found George sitting there.

"Y/N, you came" He breathed out, almost in disbelief.

"I'll take any chance to see you again." She mentally berated herself for saying something so sappy, but she noticed his eyes widen and his back straighten slightly.

"You're early."

"So are you."

"Yeah, I- uh yeah. I wanted to make sure I didn't miss you." A heavy silence fell upon them and they bore holes into each other with their apprehensive stares, waiting to see who would speak first.

"I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." They blurted at the same time, but Y/N nodded for him to continue.

"I didn't mean it, any of it. You're nothing like them I know that, just shocked me y'know? I should've never said those cruel, demeaning things to you, I know who you really are and I love you. Merlin, I'm so deeply and madly in love with you, and I really hope I haven't screwed us up. I understand if you don't want to get back together, after everything, but please if there is still a part of you that wants 'us' to happen again, tell me."

She nodded enthusiastically throwing herself into George's direction, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face between his shoulder and neck. He immediately pulled back slightly to grab her face with his hands, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs. He pressed his forehead against hers and smiled so hard his face hurt.

"I meant everything I said, about the future and wanting to spend it with you. My mother and father...they're relatives but not family, they've never felt like home the way that you do." She felt him nod against her forehead. He held her chin between his index and thumb, tilting her head so her lips met his. He ghosted his lips over hers, brushing past them before connecting them softly. The warmth he's always felt ever since he saw her returned, and it cloaked his senses as he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. After minutes of fervently compensating for lost time, with roaming hands and whispers or repeated 'i love you's and plans for their future, they pulled apart. Standing in silence in each other's embrace, they knew they'd make it through all the tumultuous times ahead because they had each other.

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f.w. headcanons (part ii)

here it is! you’re all too kind to me so i truly hope you enjoy! <3 (I apologize if this headcanon is a bit redundant)

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-he talks about you so much, molly and arthur practically know everything about you. as for the other weasleys you all get along and they make you feel like you’re part of the family

-he’s so excited to show you everything around the house, like his room, the backyard, the small fort all his siblings made together in the woods, the treehouse, and all the little trinkets that litter every available space. he’s practically shaking when he meets you at the train station because he can’t contain his emotions

-he can’t wait for the people he loves the most to be together. the thought of you, his siblings and his parents in the same household just excite him so much and fills him with joy

-when you arrive molly has already made all of your favorites because she knew from all of fred's letters about you and arthur is already asking about how your ride was and if you saw anything interesting (his letters are mostly about you, they only contain 2 sentences about him)

-you get along with molly and arthur very well, they treat you with so much kindness and love. molly lets you cook with her and she shows you old photos of fred. you and arthur have conversations about muggle things he finds interesting and about all the fun experiences you’ve had while art hogwarts

-when fred leads you to his room he shows you his first inventions that he made with george many years ago, seeing his eyes fill with pride is one of your favourite sights

-his side of the room is covered with pictures of you and him, letters and doodles from you and it’s so cute “george says it’s creepy like it’s some sort of shrine.” “i wouldn’t expect any less from you.”

-he lets you rummage through the old clothes that are too small for him and keep them. they still smell like him, a mixture of cinnamon, ash, pine, and orange

-sneaking down to the kitchen while everyone sleeps and eating cake outside

-baking 4am cookies with fred, trying your hardest not to laugh and make a lot of noise, but it just ends up with the two of you feeding each other the cookie dough then getting stomach aches the next morning

-throwing popcorn at him, him diving to try and catch it, probably leading to his head banging against a table (pouty fred trying to ignore you but ultimately failing when you kiss him all over his face)

-sitting around a fire with his entire family as they all laugh and tell stories, his arm around your shoulders and your head leaning against his

-water chugging competitions, you always win

-staring competitions, he’ll always pull odd faces in an attempt to get you to crack or tickle you with strands of your hair

-stargazing in his old treehouse, holding hands and falling asleep in that position. (imagine fairy lights everywhere, there's a record player in the corner playing si tu n’etais pas la, you’re both under a blanket and you’re tracing words onto his palm making him guess what your message is)

-he comes up from behind you and drapes a blanket over your shoulders while hugging you and talking into your hair, his speech being muffled

-refusing him kisses before class if he’s the reason you’re late, to which he’ll reply by lightly pulling your hair when you try and walk away from him. he doesn’t show any signs of relenting so you quickly turn around and kiss him hard while gripping on his collar, but as soon as he tries to deepen it you turn and rush through the classroom door quickly

-while walking down a corridor together he’ll twirl you around

-sometimes he’ll just hold you up because he wants to admire you. or he’ll prop you on a desk or dresser just so you’re face to face, so he can look at every feature on your face

-i cannot stress enough how warm his hugs are, they completely engulf you and all you can smell is his jumper and you can feel his heartbeat, his hands gripping at the ends of your sweater then slowly running up and down your back in your jumper and he’ll nudge your leg with his knee as an indicator for you to step into him so there's practically no space between the two of you

-slow dancing, he’ll hold you tightly to his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist and your head will be on his shoulder while you play with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. you’ll have hushed conversations about what you want to do in the future, all the places you wanna travel to together, and all the domestic things you can’t wait to do together (while the catfish and the bottlemen cover of read my mind plays in the back)

-pretending to have mini-concerts in his dorm, using random objects as microphones, screaming, jumping around on every surface that will allow it (in my mind fred dances like jarvis cocker)

-if you’re both singing he’ll claim that you’re outshining him so he’ll try and cover your mouth, which leads to you covering his mouth, which ends with him just him licking your hand and you rubbing it off on him “you did not.” “yes, and i’ll do it again.” he’ll take off running, causing you to chase him

-the two of you sitting next to each other while listening to music and you’ll start to head bop, then he’ll start to head bop together in unison

- during lessons he’ll slip little sweets into your hand

-he’ll nudge your ribs while you’re trying to pay attention to class and whispers to you “i’m so in love with you darling.” to which you’ll just grin and hold his hand under the table, tracing shapes onto the back of it

-he definitely throws things at you randomly, at any given location, nothing that would hurt you obviously

-sometimes he’ll just stop mid-sentence and look at you in awe, his mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. his smile is so bright and genuine, his dimples are so prominent and his eyes crinkle and it’s so contagious, you can’t help but hold his face and kiss his forehead lightly

-he admires you so so much, you motivate him to work as hard as he can because one day he hopes that his business will be enough to sustain a life that he wants to give you, he wants to give you the world and he wants to encourage you to follow your dreams as much as you do for him

-very specific compliments “your earlobes are a really nice shape” “i really like the space between your eyebrows” “ahh your nose is just so cute i just wanna poke it all day”

-he gave you a locket and it has a picture of you and him on your first hogwarts train ride together. and whenever he gets the chance he’ll put it on for you, he loves sweeping your hair out of the way and softly putting the necklace around your neck

-matching rings

-fred definitely knows how to make bracelets and rings, i feel like he’d always make them for ginny and molly on holidays. he’d make you so many, and on your birthday he gave you a really ornate silver jewelry box

-he loves brushing your hair

-whenever you’re staying up whether it be studying or writing an essay he will not allow himself to sleep until you’re done, he says people who suffer together stay together. he’ll also try to shovel food in your mouth and make you drink water or tea to assure sure you’re not depriving yourself. in return, you stay up with him while he’s trying to perfect the products he wants to sell. you’ll sit side by side bumping knees and rubbing his back while he scribbles into his notebook

-sometimes he’ll ask for you to lean your back against his because he still wants to be able to work and be around you, but he gets distracted by your face because he just wants to kiss you every time he sees your eyebrows furrow as you reread a paragraph, or your tongue dart out of your mouth, or a tendril of hair slip from your ponytail and onto your face

-he’s not one to be very hard on himself about attendance, but if you are he’ll wake you up and remind you that you have a test to get to, or you have to attend practice. he’ll help you get ready but as soon as he drops you off he’ll go back to sleep or go to the kitchens to get food for you and him for after your class or practice

-he’s so good at comforting people, he takes it after molly. it may seem at times that he’s insensitive due to his playful nature, but if he sees that you’re frantically flipping through pages, nibbling at the end of your pen he will hold your face tenderly between his hands and reassure you in a soft and sincere voice “why’re you being so hard on yourself? can’t you see how hard you’re working and how accomplished you are?” “take a rest, beautiful, you deserve it.” “i’m so proud of you, you have no idea how much you push me to work harder.” “you’ve got a stunning mind, but i think you should give it a break okay?” “you’re so resilient, angel, you can do this okay? i’m right here.”

-if you have a headache he’ll massage your head. if any part of your body hurts he’ll try and soothe it. he’ll pause occasionally to kiss whatever part is in pain

-(for any female, male or non-binary angels that get their period)he’ll keep his hands over where you’re cramping and he’ll let you curl around him. he even bought you a huge body pillow because he’d want you to use it when he couldn’t be with you. he’ll feed you whatever you crave and he’ll read to you or sing quietly to you (fred with an acoustic ahhh). he’ll constantly reassure you, saying that you only have a couple more days left, and if the pain is really bad he’ll try and soothe you to sleep. fred also keeps track of your period, he’s surprisingly really really good with dates

-he likes humming you to sleep while he pushes the hair out of your face, rubs your back, and kisses your forehead lightly

-if you’re about to do something you’re really nervous about he’ll look you in the eyes, grab both of your hands and encase them in has after leaving kisses on them. then he’ll place them on his chest and give you a reassuring grin

-when he gets hurt from quidditch you stay next to him the entire time he’s in the hospital wing, the two of you playing cards or helping him plan a future prank

-he holds your chin between his thumb and index finger and kisses you softly. you two have to stop occasionally because one of you will giggle, causing you to nudge your noses together

-he’ll wake up randomly in the middle of the night and nudge you until you stir “go to sleep fred.” “nooo let’s talk, i wanna have a conversation.” “can’t we talk tomorrow, it’s your fault i’m so tired.” “but love, all these thoughts, amazing beautiful one of a kind thoughts are ripe in my mind now, if we talk tomorrow i won’t remember.” “isn’t that a relief?” “c’monnnnnn.”

-a lot of back and forth bickering “wow, i’m speechless.” “finally.” “shut up freddie.” “look who’s talking.” “you are.” “no you are.” “no now you are.” “you. are.” “shut up.” “we’re back at square one i see.”

-the two of you reeling over in laughter, tears slipping down your cheeks and gasping for air (all. the. time.)

-during the train ride to hogwarts he leans against the wall of the cabin while you lean on his chest, then you’ll take everyone's jackets and use them as blankets and pillows. you’ll cuddle, eat random sweets, and nap throughout the entire ride

-he constantly takes pictures of you and he has an entire box filled of them, the box also has tickets from shows you went to together, receipts from random dates you’ve been on and little notes you’ve passed during class. he plans to keep all of these to decorate the flat he hopes he can live in with you

-he will randomly run into your room, drop a bag and rush out as quickly as he came. usually there are your favorite sweets, socks, candles and a new book. in return you try and spoil him as much as spoils you because he deserves the world

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fanfiction #harry potter #weasley twins

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s.b. headcanons

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-he will do anything to pull you away from whatever it is you’re doing whenever he wants attention

“COME TO MY DORM OR I’LL LIGHT A BUNCH OF CANDLES AND FALL ASLEEP!” “no don’t burn down hogwarts sirius, sod off, i need to study.” “don’t you love me??” “yes, now that that’s settled, go away.” “you’re breaking my heart darling.” he’ll pout throwing a hand over his heart while leaning on you “you’re breaking your own heart. just wait a bit longer, you big baby.” “nope, that’s it, i’m doing it! tata now!” “sirius no-!” “bye y/nnnn goodnight, unless you decide to graciously visit me in bed” “you’re really gonna burn down hogwarts because i won’t cuddle you?” “you mean YOU'RE going to burn down hogwarts because you refuse to stop studying and cuddle me.” “it does work like that!! you’re so childish.” “i’d prefer the term determined if you will.” “sirius- wait no don’t go upst- and he’s gone,” *waits a bit* *dashes upstairs and barges into the room* *sees there are no candles lit* “i’m offended, you thought i’d actually do it, but since you’re here let’s cuddle.”

-whenever he’s hanging around the other marauders on the field he’ll see random flowers and start picking them, ignoring their teasing while flipping them off “sirius has gone soft!!!!” “sod off wankers at least i have someone.” “i do have someone!” “lily hates you james.” “for now you twat.”

-he can’t wait to give you the flowers “oh- thank you? for the um..weeds?” “weeds? they’re flowers, look, petals and all.” he’ll dramatically pick a petal of a flower and blow it into the air, sighing as it slowly falls to the ground “nooo don’t make that face, you know i love them, they’re pretty.” you’ll open your arms for him and he’ll gladly reciprocate, burying his face between your shoulder and neck ”yeah like me.” he’d mutter in a childish voice

-“did you just lick my lips?” “your chapstick tastes good”

-whenever he’s drinking something and someone makes him laugh you can expect him to spray everywhere

-if you’re putting on lipstick he’ll ask you to kiss him on the cheek because he wants people to see, then he’ll ask to use the lipstick too because he wants you to have one as well

-every time you come out of the bathroom after getting dressed, without fail he’ll hype you up whether you’re wearing your uniform or a normal outfit or your sleeping clothes. he’ll narrate you as you walk out the room, asking you to do your model walk.

-you’ll dress each other sometimes, he usually picks fishnets and a skirt with one of his shirts and you’ll get him to dress like henry winter from the secret history (sirius in dark academia fashion, i think so)

-you two paint your nails together

-you both impulsively cut your hair, it’s utter chaos. it consists of you two screaming, hiding under a blanket, freaking out at the hair in the sink, then realizing you both look really good

-you have matching silver rings and necklaces

-he’s very devious, he always has something up his sleeve

-he gets jealous really easily, if someone is looking at you he’ll stare them down and whisper in your ear “someone’s checking you out.” “really? are they cute?” he’ll shoot you a warning look before picking you up and running off to do some um activities

-he’s very protective, he trusts you deeply but he knows that there are people who are willing to do anything to upset him and the only way someone could upset him is if they harmed you in any way. he will always stand up for you, even when you’re not around. he despises anyone who even looks at you the wrong way. this has led to many fights and detentions

-he’s the most supportive and accepting person ever. he knows what it’s like to feel like an alien in your own body, to not be accepted by those you thought would be there no matter what, he understands what it feels like and though he will never understand how you feel completely, he will do everything in his power to help you and to make you feel safe and loved. if you open up about your struggles, your sexuality, your identity or anything at all, there will not be a single part of him that’ll judge you. he’ll just listen and smile, feeling so grateful that you trusted him enough to open up to him

-he’ll randomly break into your room in the middle of the night “get your fine ass out of bed, we’re going to hogsmeade.” “it’s 4 in the morning what could you possibly want at hogsmeade?” “i’m hungry, now hurry up.” “why don’t you sod off and steal some or rem’s chocolate? i’m tired.” “i already finished it c’monnnnn i know you wanna.” “you’re so lucky that i love you sirius.”

-he always keeps you on your feet, there was never a dull moment with him and frankly, it was hard to keep up, no one knows where he gets all this energy from.

-it’s hard to really know what he’s talking about at times, he just says words sometimes and when he’s done he looks at you expectantly

-his energy levels fluctuate a lot though, one minute he’ll be running around the room chasing you like a zombie, the next he’ll be sitting down talking about cultural anthropology

-he likes trying to see if he can trick you into eating foods you hate. for example, he’ll try and feed you olives by claiming they’re grapes or something, which obviously doesn’t work so he just shoves it in your mouth (olive slander is welcome here)

-when you two kiss it’s so intense, even if it’s supposed to be a short peck before you head off to class he’ll put both his hands in your hair and pull you closer, refusing to have a kiss less than 10 seconds

-when he hugs you he spins you around until you’re both about to fall from dizziness

-he’s so coquettish, even when you’ve been together for so long he’ll stroll up to you and use a horrible pick up line, or he’ll wink at you from across the room or shamelessly flirt with you in front of everyone, which never fails to amuse you

-sirius either sleeps for 17 hours straight or 3 hours, there is no in-between. he’s also a very heavy sleeper, it’s so difficult to get him up in the mornings if you two are late for class. he doesn’t really care that he’s late but for your sake, he drags himself out of bed, under the condition that you have to take a nap with him right after class.

-he hogs the blanket and when you try and pull it back he will just grunt and say “you’re so hot why would you need it?” which you’d just scoff at and throw yourself on him until he acquiesces to share the blanket with you

-the train ride to hogwarts is filled with laughter, the kind where it hurts to breathe and you keep adding things that make you both reel over. the other marauders are slightly confused, but they start to laugh as they see your faces turn red while tears slip from your eyes.

-you are such an energetic couple, you bounce off of each other and anyone who hangs out with you two feels like they’re babysitting

-if his hands are cold he’ll press them on your thighs, neck, or your stomach just to make you jump, which is the catalyst in you chasing him around the room while throwing things at him

-he pokes the side of your face so much you’re convinced you’ll get a dent, he also flicks you so much that by the end of class there's a red mark on your cheek

- “you smell so good love.” “stop sniffing me, creep”

-he likes carrying you bridal style everywhere, it’s so unnecessary and extravagant that it just works because it’s sirius we’re talking about

-you two play fight so often people are genuinely concerned because they’ll just walk into the common room and see you straddling him as you cause havoc on his face with a pillow or he’ll have you pinned under him as he relentlessly tickles you

-calling him fleahead just to rile him up

“why can’t i have a pleasant nickname? like mr. darcy, am i not like your mr. darcy??”

-him calling you cherry or mars because you blush a lot around him (he likes to tell himself it’s because of his undeniable charm)

-sneaking off to the astronomy tower together to listen to music while you’re under a blanket and holding hands, talking quietly about your home lives or anything that’s bothering you, letting the wind run through your clothing, causing the two of you to shuffle closer together

-he’s seldom quiet so when he is you know there’s something wrong. you never push him as he’ll open up on his own terms and when he’s ready, but you always make sure that he knows you’re there

-he’ll usually walk into your dorm shutting the door quietly, taking his jumper off, and curling up in your lap as he grabs your hand, your other one going to his hair immediately. his cries are silent but they don’t last long, only for a couple of minutes before he looks up at you and kisses the side of your mouth before going under your covers and hugging your waist tightly.

-when you walk in upset or crying he’ll immediately be gripping his wand asking who he’ll have to hex, it brings a smile to your face and you just shake your head before trudging towards him, your mood washing over you again. you straddle his lap and bury your face in his chest, trying to calm yourself down. his hands would immediately go to rubbing your back or stroking your hair. when your breathing starts to go back to normal he’ll hold the back of your neck, making you look up at him, he just wanted to see your face because even when you were sobbing he thought you were the most breathtaking person on earth.

-you two always shower together or take baths together and they’d be filled with horrible attempts at flirting and messing around

-drunk sirius is a disaster. he will trail after you like a lost puppy, he will hug your legs if you try to leave which leads to him being dragged on the floor as he grips on your calf for dear life. if you somehow manage to free yourself from his grip he does the most outrageous and embarrassing things to get you to come back. (imagine sirius drunkenly singing common people by pulp or the letter by the boxtops, using his bottle as a mic and prancing around the common room doing an idiotic dance)

-drunk sirius barges into your room screaming “i'm an english man!!” or singing parklike by blur (if blur existed at the time)

-so many polaroids, he has a box filled with them. it gives him comfort when he’s back at home

-he stares at you a lot

-he always greets you with a kiss on the back of your hand

-at first you were apprehensive about being with sirius for several reasons but you gave him a chance because you wanted to formulate your own opinion. he proved everyone around him wrong and it took you by surprise to see just how committed he was. he not once hid the fact he liked you, he made it very known that he wanted you and only you, even if it was embarrassing on your behalf

(can you tell i heavily associate sirius with damon albarn?)

#sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius black imagine #sirius black headcanon #maurauders era #sirius black x reader #harry potter

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