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Locked Away. | G.W.

summary: dating george is her biggest secret, one she hopes her family never finds out.

word count: 2207

warnings: mentions of weight loss from traumatic situation

notes: finally rewrote this. just want to let you guys know that i am working on requests and turning the blurbs into fics. hoping to get them posted this week! i had a few exams last week so i didn't have too much time to write :)

Dating George Weasley had been her biggest secret. One she intended to keep to herself. She had a plan. She was moving out at the end of the month, once George and Fred had finished setting up their shop and moving into their place. She was looking for a place of her own, not wanting to intrude on Fred. George had insisted that Fred was fine with it. He was more than happy to have his brother’s girlfriend move in. Fred really didn’t mind. He knew the situation. He knew what could happen if her family found out whilst she was living under their roof. He was fine with her living with them, she was part of the family. But her secret wasn’t only hers to keep. Draco had found out one night at the end of her final term. He swore he wouldn’t tell, but she didn’t trust him. He was twisted with the same mindset that her parents shared. One of blood traitors and mudbloods. She knew it was only a matter of time before he told his father, but she was hoping that she would be long gone before he let her secret slip. Unfortunately, she wasn’t. Once her parents had found out, they ranted and raved. To say they were livid was an understatement.

“A Weasley?!” Her mother had screamed, disgust evident on her facial features. Her eyes welled with tears as she took in her mother’s hateful gaze. She knew they had just labelled her as a blood traitor for even associating with the Weasley family. And to date one? There was no coming back from that in her parents eyes. She knew it in her heart, she could see it in their faces. She was as good as dead to them. She tried to blink back her tears, but her father started to yell. She flinched at his tone, terror blooming in her bones as he glared at her. “You would associate our family name with those blood traitors?! How dare you!” His words hit her where it hurt. She loved George with everything she had. Her family name meant nothing to her, but she couldn’t tell her father that. It had been bad enough when she had been sorted into Ravenclaw. The first in her family to not be sorted into Slytherin. She knew her parent’s disdain for her had grown with each passing year. The more she was outside of their way of thinking, the more she blossomed into the person she always wanted to be. She never shared how she felt or thought with her parents, but they knew. They hated the person she had made herself, hated that she didn’t care about blood status or wealth. She was everything they were not, everything her family was not. “Daddy! I love him!” She shouted back as her tears finally spilt over. She couldn’t hold them back, not as her father screamed at her. She had heard it a million times. That she was a disappointment to their family and everything it stood for. But the venom behind his words hurt more than ever this time. The way he spoke of George shattered her heart. He was such a great man, so kind, so willing to give even when he had nothing to share. Her father tensed up, his face swallowed by rage. He took a moment to settle himself, a cold smile settling over his lips. “You’re going away, far away.” Her father spoke in a contemptuous voice. She had never felt more fear in her life. She knew nothing good would come from this. This would be her punishment. -

Her days had been hell. She had been locked away with her aunt, Bellatrix. She spent her days avoiding the evil woman, barely eating what she was given (she did not trust Bellatrix Lestrange), and her nights were spent crying. She was rarely alone in the house, someone was always there. She kept to her room, avoiding contact with anyone in the house. Her health had declined, she looked visibly ill. She was sure she had lost a massive amount of weight, none of her clothes fit her right. Living in this hell seemed to be the easiest part to handle. She was suffering from the hardest and most avoidable heartbreak of her life. She longed for George. She longed to hear him laugh, to see his red hair in the sunlight, just to even see his handwriting on a piece of parchment. She only had her memories and the bracelet he had given her for their anniversary last year. She never took it off, it looked like a normal piece of jewellery. A slim gold cuff that held their secret love. She only took it off at night so she could look at the engraving on the inside. ‘I love you’ in his handwriting adorned the inside of the cuff. It was the only piece of him she had left. She couldn’t imagine what he was thinking. Did he think that she just left him? That she decided it was too much to keep this secret? Or did he think the worst.

- She had sent an owl to George a week ago, telling him not to respond, but to meet her where they first met on the 4th of October. The task of sending an owl had not been easy. She had carefully planned it for weeks. She had started to leave her room, to play the game of being who her family had wanted her to be. That’s when Bellatrix started to pop out for quick errands. She was never gone for more than thirty minutes at a time, so she knew she had to be quick. She knew that she would have no way of knowing if George received the owl, but it was her only shot. Even if he didn’t she had formulated a back-up plan. She would travel to the burrow, she knew Molly would be there and wouldn’t turn her away. She kept playing the game until the day finally came. She was terrified that Bellatrix would somehow figure out what she had done. She lived in fear of retaliation for three weeks. She knew today had to be the day. Bellatrix left for the longest time on the 4th of every month. She wasn’t sure what her aunt did, but she knew she would be gone for at least an hour. She knew if she timed everything right, not even the house elves would see her make her escape. Her heart pounded as she waited for Bellatrix to leave. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting to hear the door shut. She grabbed the bag of floo powder and ran down to the fireplace when she was sure the coast was clear. She threw the powder down as she stated her desired location.

She looked around, hoping to spot a head of red hair. She trembled in the cold air, looking around for any sign of George. Her lip trembled when she realised he either didn’t get her owl or chose not to show. But he would’ve shown, right? Her George wouldn’t give up on her that easily. She brushed her fingers through her hair, knowing she had to keep moving. She didn’t feel safe just waiting around. She was sure she only had thirty minutes before Bellatrix would return and realise that she was missing. She quickly found herself to be lost in the hectic mess of Diagon Alley. She had forgotten how busy it would be here. She kept her head down, moving to her next destination. She tried her best to avoid bumping into anyone or drawing any attention to herself. But that’s when she saw it, the beginnings of a joke shop, a new joke shop bearing the Weasley name. She made her way towards the building, pushing the door open and walking inside.

“Oh, we’re not ope- (y/n)?” Fred spoke as he turned to see who had walked in. She nodded her head, looking around at the place. Fred seemed to lose his voice as he took in his brother’s girlfriend. She looked sick, he had never seen her this thin. “George.” He spoke, realising that his words came out much quieter than he intended. She met Fred’s eyes. He could see the dark circles under her eyes and the gaunt look to her face. He noticed the tears brimming her eyes. She took in a shaky breath, breaking her gaze to look around the shop again. She was amazed at everything. Her heart ached at the fact that she wasn’t here with him, the both of them, like she said she would be. She had planned to help them get everything set and ready for the day that they finally opened, but she had been away for months.

“George!” Fred, this time, shouted. The sound shocked her. Fred cringed as he watched her coil into herself from the sound of him shouting. That’s when Fred realised that something had happened to her. He turned, quickly making his way up the stairs to catch George before he descended. “George, did that owl say anything at all?” He asked as he barred his twin from descending. “Just to meet her, but she wasn’t there. Why?” George gave Fred an odd look as his brows furrowed. “She’s here, Georgie. And she’s not well. Something happened to her.” Fred kept his voice low, hoping she couldn’t hear them. George gave him a small nod before they both made their way down to the shop floor. George did his best to hide his immediate reaction to the state she was in. His heart melted as he watched her face light up when she saw him. A smile spread across her face and then she was moving, running towards him. When she reached him, she jumped. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, clinging to him.

“Oh I’ve missed you.” George murmured into her hair. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her against him tightly. His other hand came up to tangle his fingers in her hair. He pressed his cheek against her head, eyes falling shut as he enjoyed having her in his arms again. It took a moment for George to realise that she was crying. The tears had been silently rolling down her cheeks as she buried her face into his shoulder, but the soft sob that racked her body gave her away. George didn’t say anything to her, just held her tighter. “Fred, I’m going to take the rest of the day off, if you don’t mind?” He asked his twin, only to receive a nod. -

She had been living with George and Fred above the joke shop since the day she had arrived two months ago. She felt like she was living in fear. She hardly ever left the apartment, not wanting to venture out and potentially run into her family. She was surprised that they hadn’t shown up here. It would seem obvious that this is where she would go. Perhaps they had given up on her, and she was more than okay with that. How could she not be after what they did to her? Sending her to live in her own personal Azkaban. George had found her curled up in his bed that morning, gently shaking her awake. She looked at him with tired eyes, pulling the blankets up until only her eyes were visible. He gave her a small smile, he loved how much she hated getting up. He knew she would always prefer a warm bed until mid-afternoon if she had it her way.

“Mornin’.” She mumbled, closing her eyes as she rubbed them. She let out a yawn, pushing the blanket down a bit. A gasp left her when she focused her attention on George. There he was, down on one knee, next to the bed. She quickly scrambled to the edge of the bed, reaching for George. “What are you doing?” She asked as she took his face in both her hands. “This isn’t how I really wanted to do this, but I don’t think I could wait any longer.” He said, staring up at her. She could see the nervous smile as he reached into his pocket to pull out a ring. “Merlin! George!” Her hands moved to his, she could feel the tears welling in her eyes.

“Would you do me the honour of becoming Mrs. Weasley?” He asked, smiling as he watched the emotions flicker through her eyes. “Yes, George, of course.” She quickly stammered out, realising she had been staring for a tad too long when she saw a small look of anxiety on his face. He took her left hand, gently sliding the ring onto her finger. She studied the ring as he slid it on. It looked like it had cost a fortune. The diamond was surrounded by a ring of small rubies and sapphires. She kissed him gently, wrapping her arms around him. He picked her up in a tight hug. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nuzzling her face into his neck.

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MasterList 2.0

(* = smut)

work in progress

not everything I have written will be on this list, just the better things

requests always open

(not my gifs)

Spencer Reid

Doctor Who?

your best friend, penelope, drags you to comic con to see the doctor who panel and you happen to meet her very handsome friend, spencer reid. who she “forgot” she had invited.

Love Language*

spencer relieves some stress with y/n (dom!spencer)

Saved & Surprised

y/n is involved in a case spencer is working on, she makes it out nearly unharmed, but their both in for a little surprise.

Amazed & Adored

spencer and y/n have a baby (pt. 2 of Saved & Surprised)

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Draco Malfoy

How Do I Tell You This?

draco and y/n have been best friends since she started at hogwarts. he starts acting strange one day and y/n goes to figure out why.

His Touch

draco is intoxicating on every level to y/n

Why Read?

y/n is trying to read but draco has other ideas

What Changed?

draco is being a jerk

Secrets

draco and y/n keep their relationship a secret for quite some time; only to be found out by pansy

Divination

editing in progress

Nights With You

draco and y/n always get assigned together for rounds at night. he’s usually his miserable self, but he was acting weird tonight.

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Fred Weasley

I Hate You*

They had been friends since the moment they met, but what happens when she falls in love with him and he seems to blind to notice?

Subspace*

*requested* she spent the day purposefully teasing him and getting on his nerves with only one thing in mind. fred fucks her into subspace and takes care of her, she got a little more than she bargained for, not that she’s complaining.

I Love You

editing in progress

Blurbs

some blurbs that may become full fics, currently working on Amortentia

Amortentia

fred and george open their shop and she’s late to the grand opening. she finds ginny and hermoine standing by the love potions. she uncorks one to make the girls feel better, but she’s shocked by what she smells.

Loving You was Easy. Losing You was Hell.

loving fred weasley was as easy as breathing. losing him was hell. she took a year away to piece her heart back together, but she never stopped loving him. what happens when george convincing her to hear his twin out?

George Weasley

Locked Away

editing in progress

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Neville Longbottom

Untitled

editing in progress

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MGK!Tommy Lee

Drummer [series]

y/n mars meets tommy lee, the drummer in mick’s new band. their relationship moves quickly with a lot of ups and downs, but how will it end?

[prologue] [part one] [part two]* [part three] [part four]

Surprise

y/n accidentally calls tommy daddy during sex

(Douglas Booth!)Nikki Sixx

Diner Girl

editing in progress

You

editing in progress

Asthma

editing in progress

Regrets

editing in progress

Mick Mars

Short Shit

editing in progress

Words Left Unsaid

editing in progress

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Kai Parker

Handsome Stranger*

(y/n) meets kai at the bar and is immediately attracted to him. it doesn’t take him long to take her home.

Prison World

editing in progress

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Chris Manawa

His Angel

editing in progress

Untitled

writing in progress

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Bucky Barnes

My Soldier.

y/n and bucky used to work together at hydra. bucky saves her when her profile is leaked (thanks natasha), and she later returns the favour.

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Steve Rogers

Nothing yet

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Dorian Gray

Nothing yet

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Amortentia | F.W.

summary: fred and george open their shop and she's late to the grand opening. she finds ginny and hermoine standing by the love potions. she uncorks one to make the girls feel better, but she's shocked by what she smells.

word count: 1523

warnings: fluff, one mention of drinking

notes: since this was winning the poll, here you are ;)

Her day did not start how she hoped it would. She had taken the day off, but the world had other plans. She had been called into work at 3AM, unable to say no. She told her supervisor that she absolutely had to leave before nine, but she ended up being there until a little after ten. She had rushed home after her shift. She intended on going straight to the shop, but she looked like hell. She hurried to get changed and make herself look presentable to the public. Seven hours at the hospital had left her hair a mess, and it wasn’t easy to tame. She ended up pulling it back in a braid, smoothing her hair the best she could. She didn’t bother trying to cover the dark circles under her eyes, it was pointless. She had stopped for a coffee on her way to the shop, needing as much caffeine as she could to stay awake. She hurried down the sidewalk, practically jogging. She grinned when she saw the shop, the boys really weren’t ones for anything subtle. Walking into the joke shop was like something out of a movie. It was lively from the second the twins had opened the doors. She had been caught up, not able to make it right when they opened. She found herself wishing she was here when they opened the doors. It was almost ironic how magical the whole scene was. She promised her best friends that she would be there as soon as possible. She brought her coffee to her lips, forcing herself to only sip it. If the caffeine couldn’t keep her awake, the energy in this shop definitely could. It was buzzing with life and laughter.

She smiled to herself as she looked around. Kids were running around the shop, looks of awe on their faces. Teens were eyeing candies that would definitely get them out of class. She forced herself not to shudder at the many memories of the prototypes for all of those candies, and the time she accidentally ate a fainting fancy. It took mere seconds for her to hit the ground, yelling at Fred and George when she woke up. She found herself overwhelmed by a sense of joy for the twins as she looked around trying to find them in the crowd. The shop was packed, she figured it would be. She was so proud of both of them. She finally spotted the two, buzzing around the shop, talking to almost everyone as they zipped around. She figured the twins would find her soon or later, not wanting to interrupt them as they hastled a group of what looked to be first or second years.

She spotted Hermoine and Ginny at a display of what looked to be love potions. She had to hand it to the twins, the display would easily draw anyone in. It was gorgeous. She made her way through the crowd and greeted the two girls. "What are you two up to?" She asked, picking up a heart shaped vial, turning it over in her hand. "We're just looking." Ginny mumbled, her cheeks slightly pink. She let it slide, already knowing what they were doing. She knew Ginny had a crush on Harry, and she knew that Hermoine was pining after Ron, even if she would deny it. "Well, I'll just look, too." She winked, uncorking the vial. “I’m sure they won’t mind.” She brought the vial up to her nose, freezing at the smell. Vanilla, pumpkin juice, floo powder, and cedarwood. She corked the vial, slowly putting it back on the display. She looked up to the two girls, hoping her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. Ginny gave her a knowing smirk, but Hermoine looked clueless. “What did-?” Hermoine started to ask, but was cut off by the twins. She felt her cheeks burn a little hotter, causing Hermoine to smirk. That partially answered her question.

"Hello ladies. Love potions, eh?" The twins said in unison. Her cheeks burned as she met Fred's eyes. Oh, for merlin's sake. "They really do work!" Again, in unison. The two girls wandered away, putting the potions back. George was quickly distracted by a group of young wizards, leaving her and Fred alone. She tried her best to avoid his eyes, hoping her blush would fade. "I'm sure you won't be needing that anyway." Fred slung an arm over her shoulder, "Glad you're here." He gave her a small squeeze. She leaned into him, fiddling with her sleeves. "Quite honestly, I might. You seem to be quite thick headed." She bit her lip, glancing around the shop. The silence that fell over them was deafening in the loud shop. “Uh, anyway, I do have to get back. I took an hour so I could come down.” She finally looked up at Fred, only to find him already looking at her. “What time are you off?” She noticed a faint shade of pink across his freckled cheeks. Maybe he wasn’t that thick headed. “6ish? I’m covering for Lottie so she can get some rest. We’ve been beyond short.” She fiddled with the hem of her sleeve, trying her best not to seem nervous or utterly embarrassed that she not-so-subtly told Fred she liked him. “We’ll be done around 7. Can I stop by?” Fred gave her a hopeful look. She fought the smile tugging at her lips. “Since when do you ask before you just show up? You know you’re always welcome.” She gently nudged him with her shoulder. “Sooo, is that a yes?”

She arrived home earlier than she thought she would, Lottie came back after a ‘four hour power nap’. She took the extra time to relax. A long, hot shower followed by a glass of wine and her favourite satin slip. She had contemplated not wearing pyjamas, but she did anyway. If it were anyone besides Fred stopping by, she would’ve grabbed a jumper and leggings, but Fred had seen her in a lot of scandalous situations over the years. She was curled up under a blanket on her sofa about to doze off when a knock sounded at her door. She reached for her wand, haphazardly flicking it, hoping it would actually open the door. She heard the door shut, followed by footsteps coming up the stairs. “I’m offended, couldn’t greet me at the door?” Fred asked, feigning a hurt tone. She pushed herself up at the sound of paper crinkling. She gave Fred a confused look, but a smile graced her lips when she noticed exactly what he was holding. “How rude of me! I didn’t know you were bringing a poorly wrapped gift.” She teased, patting the spot next to her. She watched Fred as he moved across the room. She reached out, tugging on his coat as he crossed in front of her. “Take your bloody coat off.” She murmured. A small laugh came from him. “Hold this then, bossy.” He pulled his coat off, laying it over the back of her sofa before sitting next to her. His hand clasped over hers as she went to shake the paper package. “Just open it.” He laughed. “And I’m the bossy one.” She mumbled, narrowing her eyes at him. Fred leaned back, throwing his arm along the back of the sofa behind her. She pulled the twine and began unfolding the paper. She felt her cheeks heat up when she saw what he had wrapped up. She took the heart shaped vial in her hand, turning her whole body to Fred. “You’re a bloody idiot.” She gave him an exasperated look. “Merlin, read the label, love.” He laughed. She let out a huff, looking down at the label. The original label had been peeled off and was replaced with Fred’s handwriting. The label had been replaced with a description of her perfume, the smell of her shampoo, the tea she always drank, and what could only be described as the smell of St. Mungos when you walked in the doors. “You could’ve just got me flowers.” She mumbled, peeking up at the red-haired man sitting next to her. “Or, I don’t know, asked me on a date anytime in the past two years.”

“You said you might need it.” He teased, his arm falling around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. She leaned her head against him, pulling her blanket over his lap. He pulled her closer against him. “Do I?” She whispered, turning the vial over in her hands. Fred pulled away from her, bringing his hand up to her face. His fingers curled under her chin, gently pulling her gaze to his. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip as he gave her a small smile. “If I ever say yes, I want you to force me to drink that.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him back. She moved his lips against his, reaching up to tangle her fingers into his hair. She pulled back, resting her forehead against his.

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Loving You was Easy. Losing You was Hell. | F.W.

summary: loving fred weasley was as easy as breathing. losing him was hell. she took a year away to piece her heart back together, but she never stopped loving him. what happens when george convincing her to hear his twin out?

word count: 3489

warnings: none??

notes: i was going to write amortentia first but this one flowed a lot better.

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Loving Fred Weasley was easy. It was as easy as breathing. She fell for him fast and hard during their fifth year. It wasn’t long until they were inseparable. They were trouble together, according to George. She loved to get Fred in on pranking his twin. George secretly loved it, loved that his brother had a girl who was willing to have fun and bend the rules a little. Fred always made her laugh, he always made her feel special. Whether he was sending her a wink from across the potions room or walking her to class, tucked under his arm. He never failed to make her heart flutter in her chest. His warm smile and the mischievous look that was almost always in his eyes. The soft way he looked at her made her heart sing. She could’ve never imagined her life without him by her side. But all good things come crashing down, at least for her. She didn’t want to believe that it was all too good to be true. Losing him was a heartbreak every single day. Seeing him every day seemed to break her heart a little more each day. She never truly understood why it all ended, but it did. George had defended his brother, took the blame, but Fred never attempted to explain or apologise. It was like one night he just decided that he was done with her. Seeing him for the remainder of their seventh year was torture. He just seemed so unaffected, like he didn't care. The two years that they spent together seemed to mean nothing to him, like they didn't exist. It was like she never existed to him, in fact, he blatantly ignored her existence whenever she was near him. She never tried to talk to him, but he made it a point to not look at her or in her general direction. She still remembered the day like it was yesterday. She sat at the Three Broomsticks for hours, waiting for him to show up. She couldn’t say that he had stood her up. It was an unspoken agreement that they met here every Saturday. She only came to Hogsmeade for him. She would study or sit with friends while she waited, but he always came after his plans with George. She had finally left when the sun started to go down, assuming he wasn’t coming. Maybe he had got caught up with George and assumed she would have gone back by now. She made her way back to the school, walking by Fred and George. She kept her gaze forward as she walked by them, trying her best to not react as the twins joked and flirted with the two girls they were hanging out with. That’s when she heard him, “you know, you might be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” His compliment was followed by a giggle from one of the girls. She had regrettably casted a glance over her shoulder to look at Fred. That was the moment he saw her. He watched a tear trail down her cheek as she took her wand in her hand, turning her head to look ahead. He began to move towards her, wanting to explain the situation. He was trying to help George get a girl, but he guessed he had taken it too far. He knew he had taken it too far. He should’ve never said what he did. He froze in his tracks as he watched her wand move then her body slowly seemed to shift. He could hardly make out her silhouette as her body blended with the environment. They never talked after that day. She avoided him and he didn’t make an effort to apologise. He soon took to ignoring her all together.

She was glad to finally be done with Hogwarts, to get out and leave. Get as far away as possible from Fred Weasley. Maybe then she could heal, and she really thought she had. She spent a year piecing herself together as she travelled the world. Until she had to return to London. Until she returned to Diagon Alley for work. It was the last place she thought her line of work would send her. She had denied any requests from Gringotts, but this time she had no say in the contract. The ministry was sending her to work on an artefact kept in one of the vaults there. Then she saw him, Fred Weasley, just walking down the sidewalk and her world came crashing down on her. He looked great, more handsome than she remembered. She guessed a year away would do that. She had changed as well. Her face finally matured, she seemed to hold a certain grace about her as she walked. She had a few scars that couldn’t be healed with any magical remedy. She tried to push Fred out of her mind after that day, and it was working rather well, until she ran into George. She had tried to only be where she needed to be, but today she had decided to act like a mature adult and go about her life which led to her running into the other twin. George, who wouldn't take no for an answer, had convinced her to grab a butterbeer. To be fair, he tried to convince her to grab a pint, but she denied the invitation, telling him she was technically working. He missed her, she had been a big part of his life too and then she just disappeared. No one really knew where she went. She had cut off contact with everyone who had ties to Fred. Their conversation started light. He asked what she had been doing over the past year. She could’ve spent an hour telling him about her travels. She told him about her work in the states and the lovely time she spent outside of Paris. She only briefly mentioned the time she spent in Bulgaria, she hadn’t enjoyed her time there. She was working with a fellow curse-breaker, but she had left that assignment alone. George was surprised to find that she was a curse-breaker now. He knew she was a bright witch, but he never pegged her as the type. “Before you ask, I’m not answering as to why.” She spoke, looking at George with a stern look. That’s when he noticed the small scar on her brow, the same brow as Fred, but he could tell it was newer. The scar was still a fresher shade of pink. George took her stop to that topic as an opportunity to turn the conversation to Fred. "Y'know, he's not doing good. He hasn't ever since..." George trailed off, looking down at the table. "George, I can't. Losing him has been hell. I-." She was cut off by George. "Just hear him out, yeah? One drink? Please." George gave her a soft look. "You just don't ever take no for an answer, do you?" She quipped, shaking her head. "You should know that by now! Tonight? 7? Here?" He gave her a small smile, trying to give her the puppy dog eyes that he always saw his twin give her in the past. "Dear god, fine. One drink, but I can't promise I'll be nice." She mumbled. “Stop with the eyes, they don’t work as well for you.” She gave him a lopsided smile as she slid out of the booth. “I’m leaving if he’s even a minute late.”

She grumbled to herself, walking in. 6:55. She found a table in the corner, ordering two drinks. Either he showed up or she got two drinks to herself. She fidgeted, tugging at the sleeves of her sweater. She thought about wearing something nicer, but she ended up just throwing on the first sweater she found and a pair of leggings. She slid her flats off, pulling her legs under her. Her eyes were glued to her glass, not noticing Fred until he slid into the booth across from her. She looked up, a startled look on her features. She really didn't think he would show, well she was hoping he wouldn’t. But there he was, sitting across from her. Neither of them spoke for a long moment. She took the time to look him over. George was right. He didn't look like he was doing so well. His face looked thinner, a faint hint of dark circles under his eyes. Yet she found she still had a huge soft spot for him, still found him to be incredibly handsome. They both spoke at the same time.

"You look like shit."

"You look great."

A small laugh came from her and Fred let out a small chuckle. "I'm sorry." She started before he waved her off. "It's fine, Georgie tells me every day." Her heart squeezed for him, and a part of her hated it. Hated that she still loved him. After over a year without him. "I've missed you." He said softly. She nibbled on her bottom lip, fighting the urge to tell him that she had missed him as well. It would be the truth, but she spent a year picking up the pieces of her heart. "Losing you was hell, Fred Weasley." She whispered, meeting his eyes. "I should've ran after you. I should’ve explained what was going on, I was just trying to help George and I crossed a line that I could never uncross." He reached for her hand across the table. She let him take her hand, her eyes falling to their hands. "Loving you is- was easy, forgiving you was hard, but losing you-." She stopped herself, looking up to him. "I'm sorry, love, please." The look in his eyes killed her. "Let me take you out, yeah? Dinner? Let me make it up to you." He gave her puppy dog eyes, waiting for her to answer. "God, you're as bad as George. One date. And stop with the eyes, it's not fair and you know it."

She found herself fretting over what she would wear. She ended up wearing her favourite casual dress, bringing a jumper with her. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. She messed with her hair, shaking her head at herself. She tried to remind herself that it was just dinner, nothing more. There was no need to be nervous, it was just Fred. She had spent two hours with him at the Three Broomsticks the other night. She also managed to spend an hour with George earlier that same day. She could do this. It had been a little over a week since she last saw him. She had been working on a rather tough case and it was taking a toll on her body. She tried to hide the dark circles and the healing cut on her cheek to the best of her ability. She appirated to the restaurant, seeing Fred standing outside. His face lit up when he saw her walking towards him. She tried to hide her reaction, but he looked good. A white short-sleeve shirt tucked into a dark grey pair of slacks. She noticed a necklace chain tucked under his collar. Her fingers came up to the pendant she was wearing, nervously twisting it. “C’mon, let’s get something to eat.”

She leaned back in her chair, taking a sip of her wine. “What happened there?” Fred asked, pointing to his own cheek. “Oh, uh, work. Things can get out of hand.” She waved off his look of concern. “And what about here?” He pointed at his own scarred eyebrow. “Also work.” She laughed. “Work? What do you even do?!” His voice took an exasperated tone. “I’m a curse-breaker, Fred. I’m surprised George didn’t tell you, honestly thought he would’ve. Or even your father, I’ve seen him around the ministry the few times I was there. We chatted for a bit the last time.” She set her wine glass on the table, her fingers grasping her necklace again. His eyes fell to the pendant before her fingers covered it. “You still wear that old thing?” He asked, watching her twirl the small orange gemstone between her fingers. “It’s my good luck charm. I never take it off.” She whispered. Fred’s lips formed a small smile. “And what about you? What necklace is hiding under your shirt?” She asked, hoping to change the subject from their past and the annoying fact that she still wore his christmas gift from three years ago. “Oh, this? It’s nothing, really.” He untucked his necklace from under his shirt. She almost reached out for it, but grabbed her wine glass instead. “So, you still wear that old thing, huh?” She raised a brow as she sipped her wine. “Never take it off.” He answered, holding her gaze.

The tension seemed to melt away when she sipped from her second glass of wine. “What made you decide on curse breaking?” He asked, leaning back in his chair. He crossed his arms over his chest, and she felt every last thought left her brain. “Well, I just needed to get away. As far away as possible.” She offered a small shrug, avoiding his eyes. She didn’t want to see the realisation or hurt flash in his eyes. She bit her lip, glancing up at him. She held her hand up as he opened his mouth, shaking her head. She let out a sigh, picking up her wine glass. “I might regret this, but do you want to do something probably stupid?” She asked, hiding her smile as his face lit up. “What did you have in mind?” She drank the rest of her wine, giving him a mischievous smile. “Just some reminiscing.”

Fred hushed her as she giggled, creeping up the stairs to his flat. “Sorry, it’s just funny.” She whispered. “Do you think he’s actually sleeping?” She asked when they reached the top of the stairs. “Oh god, what if we accidentally burn the place down?” He chuckled, shushing her again. “Yes, I’m positive he’s asleep. Now c’mon.” He held a hand out to her. She looked at his hand from her arms that were full of fireworks. “Right.” He laughed, shaking his head. She shoved the fireworks into Fred’s hands when they reached George’s door. She put her finger to her lips before pulling out her wand. He watched her as she casted the disillusionment charm on him. He shuddered at the feeling. It felt like an egg breaking over his skin where he wand tapped his shoulder. She then cast the charm on herself. His heart panged slightly when she did, but her skill always gave him a sense of awe. “You know, your skill for this has always impressed me. I see you’ve gotten much better at it.” He whispered. She was completely invisible under the charm. He nearly jumped when he felt her hand touch him. “That’s freaky.” He whispered, a small chuckle coming from him. He heard her make a shushing noise. Fred slowly pushed George’s door open, stepping in. She kept stepping on the back of his shoes as she stumbled behind him. They worked quietly, setting up the fireworks around the room. He pulled out his wand, lighting the fuses of the fireworks. Her hand found his and he pulled her out of the room, shutting the door just in time. The fireworks crackled to life, followed by George yelling. “Merlin, fuck. FRED!” George screamed. She burst out laughing when George ran out of his room. George looked around, trying to find the source of the noise. They snuck back down the stairs and out of the flat. She tapped him with her wand first, then removed the charm from herself. “Do you remember when we-” She paused, laughing. “-When we transfigured George’s broom into a snake during sixth year?” She asked, pushing her hair out of her face. His heart stuttered at the smile that graced her lips. “You mean when you made me distract George before quidditch practice and you transfigured the broom he was holding into a snake?” He asked, making her laugh harder as she remembered the look on both of their faces. She hadn’t told Fred her whole plan, just that she wanted to prank his twin. “You know, you were trouble.” He laughed, nudging her shoulder. “You still are.” She gasped, turning to look at him. “I am not!” She narrowed her eyes at him. “I am fun!” She smiled, batting her eyelashes at him. He shook his head at her. “I’ll give you that. That was fun, I haven't pranked George in ages.” Fred slung his arm over her shoulder. “Do you want to do something else that is probably stupid?” He asked her, squeezing her to his side. “Only if you can top my idea.” She gently bumped her elbow into his side. “It might.”

“Okay, next time warn me before you do that!” She gasped, pushing him. Fred laughed at her, shrugging his shoulders. She moved away from him, taking in their surroundings. A small smile formed on her lips. “I saw you here about six months ago.” His voice was quiet as he walked next to her. She took in the lights of the small city outside of Paris. “You know it’s dangerous to travel long distances like this.” She answered, turning to him. “Says the one who risks her life breaking curses.” He gave her a knowing look, causing her to narrow her eyes. “What were you doing here anyway?” She asked, ignoring his comment. “Visiting Bill and Fleur. I was coming down to the cafe when I saw you.” He pointed to the bank that she was all too familiar with. “Took everything I had not to run over to you when I saw you. You looked like hell, must’ve been the day you got this.” His fingers brushed over her brow, then into her hair. That’s when he saw the scar running along her scalp. She averted her gaze to the necklace adorning his neck. She reached up, taking the small, round gold pendant in her hand. A lion head adorned the front, she flipped the charm over. ‘My lion’ was scrawled across the back in her handwriting. “Can I change this?” She asked, cringing at the cliche she thought was cute at 16. “Absolutely not.” He laughed, “and stop changing the topic.” She let out a small huff, looking up to meet his eyes. “I never stopped loving you.” She whispered, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “You know, George came to talk to me after that day. But you never did. If you would’ve, things would be different. But this is my life now, Fred. And I love it. I really do. It can be dangerous, but I’ve seen the world. I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things, too. I saw a couple get engaged right over there one night.” She pointed to the small bistro that was now closed for the night. “I’ve seen how kind people can be in the worst situations. Hell, I’ve even seen goblins help a wizard down in the vaults after…” She trailed off as she turned her attention back to Fred. “It’s not forever, but it is my now.” She whispered, meeting his eyes.

“How long will it be your now?” He asked softly. She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, Fred. I don’t have a reason to do anything else and I worked hard for this. I earned seven different NEWTs to get this job.” She explained, pressing her hand to his chest. He grabbed her hand when she pulled it from his chest and held it there. “You look like you’re going to do something stupid, Fred Weasley.” She whispered, her eyes glancing at his lips. He gave her a small smile. “Probably.” He whispered, slowly leaning in. Her eyes fluttered shut when his nose brushed against hers. His lips gently met hers. She moved her lips against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. His hands came to her waist, grasping the fabric of her dress. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. “I never stopped loving you either.” He whispered, pulling her into a hug.

“Bloody hell!” She shouted, ripping herself out of his arms. “A warning, Fred! Why is that so hard?!” She slapped his chest. “I’m sorry.” He laughed, pulling her back into him. “It’s just so funny.” She groaned, wrapping her arms around him. George flung the door open, startling them. She peeked around Fred to see George glaring at the both of them. “Have a good night? Some fireworks go off between you two?” He asked. She burst into laughter, leaning against Fred’s back. “I’m regretting making her talk to you. I forgot how much trouble you two were.” He grumbled.

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MasterList 2.0

(* = smut)

work in progress

not everything I have written will be on this list, just the better things

requests always open

(not my gifs)

Spencer Reid

Doctor Who?

your best friend, penelope, drags you to comic con to see the doctor who panel and you happen to meet her very handsome friend, spencer reid. who she “forgot” she had invited.

Love Language*

spencer relieves some stress with y/n (dom!spencer)

Saved & Surprised

y/n is involved in a case spencer is working on, she makes it out nearly unharmed, but their both in for a little surprise.

Amazed & Adored

spencer and y/n have a baby (pt. 2 of Saved & Surprised)

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Draco Malfoy

How Do I Tell You This?

draco and y/n have been best friends since she started at hogwarts. he starts acting strange one day and y/n goes to figure out why.

His Touch

draco is intoxicating on every level to y/n

Why Read?

y/n is trying to read but draco has other ideas

What Changed?

draco is being a jerk

Secrets

draco and y/n keep their relationship a secret for quite some time; only to be found out by pansy

Divination

editing in progress

Nights With You

draco and y/n always get assigned together for rounds at night. he’s usually his miserable self, but he was acting weird tonight.

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Fred Weasley

I Hate You*

They had been friends since the moment they met, but what happens when she falls in love with him and he seems to blind to notice?

Subspace*

I Love You

editing in progress

George Weasley

Locked Away

editing in progress

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Neville Longbottom

Untitled

editing in progress

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MGK!Tommy Lee

Drummer [series]

y/n mars meets tommy lee, the drummer in mick’s new band. their relationship moves quickly with a lot of ups and downs, but how will it end?

[prologue] [part one] [part two]* [part three] [part four]

Surprise

y/n accidentally calls tommy daddy during sex

(Douglas Booth!)Nikki Sixx

Diner Girl

editing in progress

You

editing in progress

Asthma

editing in progress

Regrets

editing in progress

Mick Mars

Short Shit

editing in progress

Words Left Unsaid

editing in progress

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Kai Parker

Handsome Stranger*

(y/n) meets kai at the bar and is immediately attracted to him. it doesn’t take him long to take her home.

Prison World

editing in progress

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Chris Manawa

His Angel

editing in progress

Untitled

writing in progress

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Bucky Barnes

My Soldier.

y/n and bucky used to work together at hydra. bucky saves her when her profile is leaked (thanks natasha), and she later returns the favour.

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Steve Rogers

Nothing yet

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Dorian Gray

Nothing yet

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Subspace | F.W.

summary: *requested* she spent the day purposefully teasing him and getting on his nerves with only one thing in mind. fred fucks her into subspace and takes care of her, she got a little more than she bargained for, not that she's complaining.

word count: 2075

warnings: straight smut, dom!fred, teasing, some fluff, okay honestly it's straight filth

notes: so excited to have a request after such a long time! may change the gif, can't find the right one... also may update this one again, it feels a little short

minors dni. 18+.

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She was driving him mad, absolutely mad. She waltzed into the shop around noon that day to bring him his lunch. The lunch he would have never forgotten if she hadn’t decided to tease him from the moment she woke up. She decided to join him in the shower this morning, wrapping her arms around him from behind. He thought it was cute at first, then she was gripping his cock in her hand. She waited until a groan fell from his lips before she released him and slid out of the shower. He had turned, reaching out to grab her and pull her into him, but she had managed to slip just out of his reach. He went through the morning frustrated, thinking about what he would’ve done if he wasn’t already running late that morning. And here she was now, a tiny little skirt on that was barely longer than his jumper that she wore. His eyes drug up her body, finding her smiling innocently at him when he met her eyes, batting her eyelashes at him. “I brought your lunch, seems you forgot it this morning, Freddie.” She handed him the small bag, a blush on her cheeks. He grabbed her arm as she turned to leave, pulling her against him. “And what are you up to now, love?” He whispered in her ear, nipping her earlobe. “N-nothing, just making sure you eat today.” She smiled, trying to hold her composure. She gave him a sweet smile, distracting him as her hands moved to his waist. Her fingers hooked under his belt, pulling him against her. She rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him. “You might want to eat that alone.” She bit her lip, a mischievous look twinkling in her eyes. His hand snaked around her waist, “and why is that, love?” The way he looked at her sent a shiver up her spine. She was sure he would take her right here and now if the shop wasn’t full. She let her fingers ghost over his growing bulge. “You’ll see.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips, wiggling out of his grasp and leaving just as quickly as she came in.

Fred had left a few minutes early, telling George he would close up tomorrow. He had stormed into her flat, finding her cooking dinner. “Oh, hi love.” She grinned, her smile slightly falling as he stalked over to her. “I see you’re still playing your little game.” He shook his head, looking her over. The skirt from earlier was gone, leaving her in just his jumper. He pulled something delicate and lacy out of his pocket, dangling it on his finger. “Did you misplace these? Hmm?” He raised a brow, watching her bite her lip. “I-” She started, only for him to cut her off. “You what, love? You just wanted to tease me all day, is that it?” His hands were on her hips, lifting her onto the counter. His hands slid over her thighs, pushing her legs apart. A whine left her lips as he drug a finger through her folds. “Have you been this wet all day? Just waiting for me to come home?” The only answer that came from her was a moan as he slid a finger into her. “I really shouldn’t be rewarding you.” His voice low as he thrusted his finger into her, slowly working in a second. She rocked her hips forward, trying to get him to go faster, to give her more. “Freddie, please.” She whined as he pulled his fingers out of her. “Not a chance, love.” He lifted her off the counter, gently pushing her down on her knees. She looked up at him as he removed his belt, unbuttoning his slacks. She slid her hands up the front of his thighs, her fingers grasping the waistband of his slacks and boxers, tugging them down. His hand wrapped around his dick, giving it a slow pump. His other hand ran through her hair, grasping a fistful of her hair at the back of her head. She wet her lips, looking up at him. Fred gave a quick tug on her hair as she slid her hands up his thighs. Her left hand gripped his thigh as she spread her fingers. Her other hand wrapped around his dick. She ran her hand up his length, brushing her thumb over the tip. Fred reached out, lifting her chin to pull her gaze back to his. He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “You look so good on your knees for me, baby.” He smirked, gently pushing her head forward. She parted her lips, taking his tip in her mouth. A small groan came from him when she swirled her tongue around him. Her hands came to rest on his thighs when she started to move. He let her go at her own pace, but soon realised she was still teasing him. The slow strokes of her tongue and shallow movements, and the look in her eyes when she looked up at him. He grasped her hair tighter, thrusting his hips forward. The moan that fell from her lips as he fucked her mouth made his head fall back. He pulled her off of him when he felt himself getting close. His fingers left her hair, grasping her chin gently as she stood. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. She tangled a hand into his hair, the other grasping his shoulder. His hands slid down her body, grasping the back of her thighs as he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He nipped her bottom lip before swiping his tongue along it. She parted her lips, her tongue brushing against his.

She gasped when Fred dropped her onto the bed. She pushed herself up on her elbows, looking up at him. “Are you ready to behave?” He looked down at her, holding her gaze as she nodded. He shook his head as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Use your words, princess.” He slid his shirt off, watching her as she pulled his jumper over her head. “Yes.” She reached out for him as he moved over her. He used his knee to push her legs apart, his eyes dragging up her body. “Look at how wet you are for me.” He smirked as he got to his knees at the edge of the bed. He grabbed her ankles, yanking her down until her hips were at the edge. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, nipping the skin before he moved down her leg. She watched as his mouth moved closer to her pussy. Each nip seemed harder than the last. Her head fell back when he pressed his tongue to her clit. His name fell from her lips when he plunged two fingers into her. She felt herself getting closer, then he dragged his teeth over her clit. She yelped at the feeling, her eyes rolling back when he sucked her clit between his lips. He curled his fingers, her toes curled, a moan leaving her lips as she clenched around his fingers. He pulled his fingers from her, he looked up at her as he pushed his fingers into his mouth. Her cheeks heated at the sight, causing him to smirk. He climbed over her as she scooted up the bed. She leaned up, kissing him. She pulled him down as she laid back on the bed. “You’re in for it, love.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, sucking a mark into her skin. “You’ve had me thinking about being inside of this pretty little pussy all day.” He gave her no warning as he sank into her. He tangled his fingers into her hair at the back of her head, yanking down. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrusted into her. She gasped when he nipped at her collarbone. He maintained a tight hold on her hair. The pleasure mixed with small kisses of pain was starting to overwhelm her. Her nails dug into his skin when she felt the warmth building in her stomach. She moved her hips to meet his, trying to reach her orgasm. Fred kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip. He pressed his forehead to hers as she came, lewd moans falling from her lips.

He flipped her over, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees. His hand moved up her back, pushing her chest down to the bed. She turned her head, reaching to move her hair out of her face. Fred grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head as he leaned over her. “Let go, love.” He whispered in her ear, rubbing his tip through her folds. She whined, pushing her hips back when she felt his tip at her entrance. He let go of her hands, leaning back. She gasped when his hand collided with her ass. His palm smoothed over the red handprint. “What did I say, princess? Let go, let me take care of you.” She gasped as he slammed into her. “F-Fred.” She moaned, “I-i.” Her words lodged in her throat as her breath hitched. He slammed into her relentlessly. She knew what she was doing earlier, teasing him. She just wanted him to come home and fuck her over the counter. But this? This was even better than that. She yelped when his hand came into contact with her ass again. He smoothed his hand over her hips, digging his fingers as he pulled her back against him to meet his thrusts. Her legs were shaking, she wasn’t sure she could take anymore. He leaned down, wrapping his arm around her chest, pulling her up with him. His fingers wrapped lightly around her neck as her back arched. She whimpered with each thrust. He pressed his fingers into her pulse point, her head falling back onto his chest. He glanced down at her, noticing her mouth fall open. She reached up behind, tangling her fingers into his hair. He slid his other hand from her hip and between her thighs. He used his fingers to circle her clit. “Look at you, taking me so well.” Fred groaned, giving her a hard thrust. Incoherent babble fell from her lips as her free hand gripped his arm that was pressed across her chest. He could feel her clenching around him, he pressed his fingers harder into her clit. She whimpered when she finally came, the feeling almost too much. Her fingers tugged at Fred’s hair, her eyes fluttering shut. Her fingers slowly slid from his hair as she started coming down from her orgasm. His hips snapped against hers, a groan leaving his lips when he came. She moaned at the feeling of him spilling into her, clenching around him again. He kept thrusting until she was trembling as she came again. She mumbled something incoherent again as her body relaxed against him. She was putty in his hands, if he let go of her, she would fall to the bed. He gently laid her down on the bed as he pulled out of her. He laid down next to her, rolling her over and pulling her into his side. He smirked when he noticed the dazed look on her face. He smiled to himself as he realised what state she was in. She curled into him, laying her head on his chest. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her

“Hey, love.” Freddie whispered, dragging his fingers up her arm. “Mm?” She hummed, nuzzling her face into his chest. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her head. They laid in silence for a while as he held her. Her fingers traced paths between the freckles on his chest and stomach. “What are you doing down there?” He asked quietly, being patient with her. “I’m naming the stars.” She mumbled, moving her head to look up at him. A lazy smile graced her lips as she looked up at Fred. He brought his hand up to her cheek, tracing a finger under her cheekbone. “You want to take a shower?” He asked, holding her soft gaze. She shook her head gently, pulling herself closer to him. She nudged his chin with her nose, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he brushed his nose against hers. She brushed her lips against his, biting her lip as a small smile formed on her lips. It didn’t take long for her to shift so she was laying on top of him. He lightly drug his fingertips up her spine.

“Freddie.” She mumbled, lifting her head to look at him. “Yeah, love?” He asked, turning his head to look at her. “Can we take a shower now?” She asked, giving him a small pout.

#imagines #one shots #harry potter #one shot #harry potter one shots #iiwontgiveuponmilkk #harry potter imagines #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley smut #fred weasley one shot #george weasley x reader #george weasley oneshot #george weasley

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don’t know if you write smut, but if you’re comfortable with it could you write Fred fucking yn into subspace and/or taking care of her in it?

Oh, girl, I write smut ;) coming right up! Also so excited to finally get a request so thank you anon!

P.s. while you wait check out my fic “I hate you” it’s a little spicy at the end… okay maybe more than a little

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Blurbs | F.W.

Summary: just some blurbs about my favourite twin

word count: idk

warnings: drinking (a small mention of under age drinking), no age is mentioned (please assume appropriate ages for each blurb)

notes: just some ideas I've had, take the poll at the bottom and maybe I'll write a full fic for some ;) also tried to avoid the use of y/n but it wasn't possible for all of them. did not spell/grammar check

Truth or Dare?

Another Gryffindor win lead to another famous Gryffindor party. The nights always started out crazy, but when the party died down, it was often just the quidditch team and a few friends left in the common room. Tonight was no exception. Usually, the group sat around talking and sneaking drinks, but tonight, George had suggested they played truth or dare. This wasn't out of the ordinary, per say, but George seemed to have an agenda tonight. His plan formulated when he saw the look on Fred's face when she first got to the party. She had borrowed one of Fred's Gryffindor quidditch sweater for the game, but had changed from her jeans into a short, black skirt. George had spent the night picking on his twin, asking if he needed to hold his jaw shut for him and pretending to wipe drool from his chin. Angelina had went first, turning her attention to George. "Georgie, truth or dare?" She grinned, sending him a wink. It took a few turns before George finally set his plan in motion. "Y/N, truth or dare?" He asked, trying to hide his smirk. "Oh god, knowing you? Truth." She laughed, leaning forward. "Hmm, who in this room would you snog?" He waited for her to answer, staring her down. He noticed her eyes flick to Fred before she cleared her throat. She reached for the bottle of fire whiskey, taking a quick swig, shuddering as it went down. "Fred." She said, narrowing her eyes at George. The game went on until George turned his attention to his twin. "Freddie, truth or dare?" He grinned. "Dare, Georgie. Give me your worst." Fred grinned back at his twin. He was waiting for a ridiculous dare, perhaps something gross. "Kiss Y/N." George leaned back, throwing an arm over Angelina's shoulder. Fred moved to her, kneeling in front of her as she sat on the sofa. He met her eyes, seeing the blush deepen on her cheeks. "On the lips, Freddie." George pipped up, not leaving any room for negotiation. Fred seemed to hesitate, but the fire whiskey had given her some extra courage. She grabbed his face, crashing her lips to his. Fred moved his lips against hers, his hands sliding up her legs to her waist. His fingers dug into her waist when he felt her tongue brush against his lip. He pulled her to him just as George started yelling. "Alright, alright! Get a room!"

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Girl's Night

"Another round please!" Angelina shouted over the noise at the pub. The bartender began to pour their drinks. Y/N couldn't remember how many drinks they had, but the world seemed to be buzzing around her and the floor was spinning. She had managed to sneak away from her friends, stumbling over to the pay phone. She slid a coin into the slot and began dialing. She leaned against the wall as it rang, waiting for an answer. "Hello?" God, he sounded tired. What time was it anyway? "Freddieeeeee." She whined, her head lulling to the side. "Love? Is that you? Where are you?" He asked, the sleep fading from his voice. "Come pick me up, pleaaaaseeee." A giggle came from her when she saw Angelina stomping towards her. She cut Fred off when he started to talk. "Uh-oh! Angie is going to kill me." She giggled again, shaking her head at her friend. "Love, where ar-." Angelina snatched the phone from her. Fred could hear her giggling, telling Angelina to give her the phone back. "Hi Fred, she's fineeee. It's girl's night. Byeee." Angelina hung up the phone, pulling her friend back to the table.

"C'mon, babe, it's freezing out here." She pulled Angelina down the sidewalk as they headed to the next spot. They ended up getting kicked out of the last pub after Julie punched a guy for grabbing her ass. Julie had left after that, ready to call it a night. But the two girls were on a mission. That mission? Drinking until one of them threw up. They both stopped in their tracks when they spotted a tall, ginger heading right for them. Which wasn't the best idea, but here they were. "Did you call George?!" Angelina smacked her friend on the arm as she started laughing. "Nooo! I called Freddie! Oh, look! There he is!" She giggled when Fred turned the corner behind George. "We're in so much trouble!" Angelina giggled, pulling her across the street, away from the twins. They didn't even make it to the door before the twins had managed to catch up to them. "Soooo much trouble!" Y/N laughed, taking in the faces of Fred and George. They looked mildly annoyed, but there was a slight hint of amusement. "Georgie, remind me why we let these two hang out?" Fred asked, raising a brow. "No clue, Freddie. They're more trouble than we are."

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Christmas at the Burrow

Fred had extended an invitation to her when she told him that she wasn't going home for the holiday. She was excited and nervous. That all faded away when she finally met the entirety of the Weasley clan. They were all so welcoming and Molly seemed to adore her. Fred had mentioned to his mum that she had always loved the sweaters that Molly had made everyone with their initials on them. Fred had tried to help knit the sweater, but even with the use of magic, it was useless. He ended up picking out her favourite colour for her sweater and letting Molly do the rest. Fred had managed to make a sorry excuse for a scarf and wrap it for her. He couldn't wait for Christmas morning, and for the first time in a long time he couldn't sleep the night before. He woke up to the smell of cinnamon and baked goods, heading down the stairs to find y/n and Molly chatting at the table over a cup of tea. He smiled, standing at the bottom of the stairs, taking in the sight. He knew his mum would love her, but didn't think they'd be this close so fast. "Freddie! You're finally up!" She grinned when she noticed him. Molly ushered them into the den and started handing out gifts. She insisted that y/n opened her gift first, as their guest. "Oh merlin!" She shouted as she unwrapped the gift and unfurled the sweater. "I love it! Thank you so much!" She gushed, quickly pulling it over her head. Fred couldn't help but smile, she was just too cute. "Now Fred, open yours." Molly demanded, putting her hands on her hips. He smiled to himself when he peeled back the paper. Of course his mum would do something like this. His smile grew when he heard her voice. "Freddie! We match! Put it on, right now!"

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Amortentia

Walking into the joke shop was like something out of a movie. It was lively from the second the twins had opened the doors. She had been caught up, not able to make it right when they opened. She promised her best friend that she would be there as soon as possible. She spotted the two, buzzing around the shop. She spotted Hermoine and Ginny at a display of what looked to be love potions. She walked over and greeted the pair. "What are you two up to?" She asked, picking up a heart shaped vial, turning it over in her hand. "We're just looking." Ginny mumbled, her cheeks slightly pink. She let it slide, already knowing what they were doing. "Well, I'll just look too." She winked, uncorking the vial. She brought it up to her nose, freezing at the smell. Vanilla, pumpkin juice, floo powder, and cedarwood.

"Hello ladies. Love potions, eh?" The twins said in unison. Her cheeks burned as she met Fred's eyes. Oh, for merlin's sake. "They really do work!" Again, in unison. The two girls wandered away, putting the potions back. George was quickly distracted, leaving her and Freddie alone. She fiddled with the vial before putting it back. "I'm sure you won't be needing that anyway." Fred slung an arm over her shoulder, "Glad you're here." He gave her a small squeeze. "Quite honestly, I might. You seem to be quite thick headed." She bit her lip, glancing around the shop.

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Loving You is Easy, Losing You was Hell

Loving Fred Weasley was easy. Losing him was a heartbreak every single day. Seeing him for the remainder of their seventh year was torture. He just seemed so unaffected, like he didn't care. The two years that they spent together seemed to mean nothing to him, like they didn't exist. She was glad to finally be done with Hogwarts, to get out and leave. Get as far away as possible from Fred Weasley. Maybe then she could heal, and she really thought she had. Until she had to return to London. Until she returned to Diagon Alley for work. Then she saw him and her world came crashing down on her. He looked great, more handsome than she remember. A year away will do that. She had changed as well. Her face finally matured, she seemed to hold a certain grace about her as she walked. She tried to push Fred out of her mind, and it was working, until she ran into George. George, who wouldn't take no for an answer, had convinced her to grab a butterbeer. He missed her, she had been a big part of his life too and then she just disappeared. "Y'know, he's not doing good. He hasn't ever since..." George trailed off, looking down at the table. "George, I can't. Losing him has been hell. I-." She was cut off by George. "Just hear him out, yeah? One drink? Please." George gave her a soft look. "You just don't ever take no for an answer, do you?" She quipped, shaking her head. "You should know that by now! Tonight? 7? Here?" He gave her a small smile. "Dear god, fine. One drink, but can't promise I'll be nice." She mumbled.

She grumbled to herself, walking in. 6:55. She found a table in the corner, ordering two drinks. Either he showed up or she got two drinks to herself. She fidgeted, tugging at the sleeves of her sweater. She thought about wearing something nicer, but she ended up just throwing on the first sweater she found and a pair of leggings. She slid her flats off, pulling her legs under her. Her eyes were glued to her glass, not noticing Fred until he slid into the booth across from her. She looked up, a startled look on her features. She really didn't think he would show. But here he was. Neither of them spoke for a long moment. She took the time to look him over. George was right. He didn't look like he was doing so well. His face looked thinner, dark circles under his eyes. They both spoke at the same time.

"You look like shit."

"You look great."

A small laugh came from her and Fred let out a small chuckle. "I'm sorry." She started before he waved her off. "It's fine, George tells me every day." Her heart squeezed for him, and a part of her hated it. Hated that she still loved him. After over a year without him. "I've missed you." He said softly. She nibbled on her bottom lip, fighting the urge to tell him that had missed him as well. "Losing you was hell, Fred Weasley." She whispered, meeting his eyes. "I should've never left." He reached for her hand across the table. She let him take her hand, her eyes falling to their hands. "Loving you is- was easy, forgiving you was hard, but losing you-." She stopped herself, looking up to him. "I'm sorry, love, please." The look in his eyes killed her. "Let me take you out, yeah? Dinner? Let me make it up to you." He gave her puppy dog eyes, waiting for her to answer. "God, you're as bad as George. One date. And stop with the eyes, it's not fair."

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summertime at the burrow

A/N: i want to be an honorary weasley please im literally begging. notice me molly weasley

Pairings: Best Friend!Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fred finally invites his best friend home over summer holiday. Neither of you expected it to go so well. 3.7k words.

Warnings: fluff, best friends to lovers, ungodly amount of shenanigans, friendly bullying/teasing, mud wrestling, kissing, (friendly) violence, pet names (trouble, snookums, sugarplum, sweetheart), cursing, borderline frog abuse

"Good morning, trouble."

You hop into the seat next to him that he’d been saving for you. In fact, he’d been saving it for you since the first time you plopped down beside him after the sorting hat declared your house first year. You laughed when he shook your hand. He thought you had the cutest smile. Then you teased him for his devilish charm and he called you catty, and you’ve been teasing each other ever since.

"Are you packed and ready?” He sounds more worried than that time he nearly shattered his collar bone during a vicious Quidditch scrimmage. “We're leaving bright and early tomorrow. Mum says she's preparing a hearty lunch for our guests." Fred scarfs down the rest of his breakfast and turns to look at you to find you're looking back at him in bewilderment.

"Somebody's excited," you tease, ruffling his fiery locks and glancing over at George with a grin.

"If you think this is bad, you should see him before winter holidays," George huffs.

“I have.”

Fred rolls his eyes at you and you jab him in the side.

"Where are the lot of you off to?" Lee perks up from across the table, setting his plate down and wiggling his way between Alicia and Angelina.

"I finally got my honorary invite to the Weasley burrow this summer," you chirp, wrapping your arm over Fred's shoulders and leaning him into your side.

Lee cocks a brow and smirks at a suddenly and uncharacteristically shy Fred. "Well, it's about time! You've only been dating for—"

You shake your head. "No, not dating, Lee. I swear we've been over this—"

"Oh, we've been over it plenty. I just choose to ignore wicked witches when they lie—!"

You practically leap across the table with your teeth gritted to grab for his robes when you're stopped by the laughing twins holding you back from tearing into him. "Lee Jordan, you take that back right now, or so help me your mother will wonder why your hair's gone purple!"

"I'm not going to apologize for being lied to!"

"Let me at him! I'm trying to defend my honor here!"

"Miss—young lady!”—McGonagall appears behind you, sending you into shock and barreling back onto the bench—“Settle down! You're frightening the first years, and we typically prefer they come back in the fall."

"Apologies, professor, I was simply trying to have a friendly discussion with my classmate," you say, gesturing to Lee who smiles begrudgingly.

"Right, well, from now on, let's have our discussions from across the furniture, not on top of it." She wanders away, and you turn to stick your tongue out at Lee who is doubled-over and cackling at your being caught.

“I hope you know, we’re going to receive the same third-degree from my dear mother,” Fred mumbles in your ear. His heart races when you turn to him, a playful glint in your eye. You blink sweetly and rest your hand on his knee when he tucks his arm around your lower back. “But don’t worry, sugarplum, it’s never too late to try.”

He winks. Your eyes go wide, and you shove at his shoulder with a chuckle disguised by a scoff.

“Scabbers not the only rat in the Weasley family, I see.”

“That is exactly what I’m talking about, there’s no way you two are just friends—”

A slice of ham sticks to Lee’s cheek with a cold, wet slap as you eye him from across the table.

“Don’t listen to him, snookums, he just doesn’t understand our complicated arrangement,” Fred says, nudging your cheek with his nose and holding back laughter.

“Gross,” George mutters, grinning before he’s met with the same lunchmeat backhand his friend so rudely received. “Suppose I could’ve predicted that one.”

…

You wipe the sweat from your brow, slinging your carry-on over your shoulder before bending down to pick up your trunk. You’re trailing behind most of the rest of the group, just a few steps behind the twins while their younger siblings charge ahead through the field with Harry and Hermione. Fred checks in with you every couple of meters, making sure you don’t need any serious medical attention.

Once the twins breach the front door, you take a seat outside on your trunk, fanning yourself with your hand and throwing your head back. Then you hear:

“Fred, you better get out there and help that poor girl with her things!”

“Sorry, mum!”

You chuckle when he appears in the doorway moments later, winded as ever, hair plastered to his forehead, and still grinning wildly as he jogs over.

“What’s a lovely young lady like yourself doing outside all alone on such an unbearably hot afternoon?”

“Sweating like swine.”

“Ravishing,” he teases, shooing you off the suitcase, “head inside, mum’s absolutely itching to meet you.”

So you do. You can see her welcoming her children and their friends alike, and it fills you with the warmth of fresh gingerbread and the nerves of a teenage boy during school dance season.

“My dear!” she coos, arms outstretched even though a thin year of sweat coats every inch of your body, even though you’ve been wearing these clothes for a day, and even though you’re breathing heavy like a dog. She’s got her arms outstretched like you’re family.

“I’ve heard so much about you from Fred, and, goodness, you’re even prettier than he said you’d be!” —She gasps when he walks through the door, hauling your trunk in tow—“Don’t tell him I told you.”

“It’s been five minutes and you two are already sharing secrets about me. Only seven more days, Freddie,” he mumbles, setting the trunk down with a thud.

“Oh, well! It’s wonderful to finally meet you, dear, Ginny will show you to your room and lunch will be ready once you’re all settled!”

“Thank you, Mrs Weasley—”

“Oh, none of that, call me Molly.”

Your brows knit when she smiles at you so gently before making her way back to the kitchen.

“Thank you, Molly!”

Fred hops up from where he’d been relaxing on an armchair, clapping you on the arm with a reassuring smile.

“Everything processing alright up there?”

You nod.

“Peachy. Now give me a smile, you’re scaring me.”

You squint at him and pinch his arm, simpering when he hisses and swats your dry-gulching fingers away.

“That’ll do!”

“We’re up this way,” Ginny chirps as she rushes by and tugs you by the hand up the stairs.

Fred watches after you, rubbing his arm with a mean look on his face just before his playful resentment fades and his affections settle into the apples of his cheeks. This is going to be a long seven days.

…

Fred had never invited anyone to stay at the burrow. He preferred the company of his close family and whoever his mother deemed Weasley-enough herself. But he’d been saving this invitation. It stewed in the back of his mind for years before he mustered up the courage to offer it to you.

Ridiculous. That’s how it sounded in his head: ridiculous. If he wanted to ask you, he should have done it at the first chance. That’s what Fred would do. But he could never bring himself to get the words out whenever he swore to himself today would be the day. Because you’d just look at him with those damned doe eyes—you’d test his boundaries and make him all gushy inside—and it was like he was suddenly turned to a tongue-tied and pathetic halfwit.

And now here you are. An unofficial part of his family. But nevertheless a part of it. You’d found the annual Weasley strawberry-picking trip to be wonderful despite Fred pulling cheap pranks on you and the fact that it was basically sweltering outside. When you returned, you all spread out in the family room with bowls of the dewy berries in each of your laps. Everyone claimed a seat while you and Fred were forced to share the hardwood floor. You ended up tossing the small fruits into each other’s mouths with your legs laid across his thighs.

At one point, he lands one of the berries down your blouse. Almost immediately, he starts to laugh, clutching his chest while you gawk at him.

“You better start running, trouble.”

He gulps and scampers to his feet before scurrying out the front door. You take off after him, shouting curses into the wind when he rounds a corner.

You follow his footsteps but he’s nowhere to be seen.

“I swear, if I ever get my hands on you—”

He grabs your waist from behind you, dipping down to whisper in your ear. “You can put your hands on me whenever you’d like, sugarplum—”

“Merlin’s Beard, Fred! You scared the shit out of me!”

You jolt away, and he thinks you look genuinely angry this time. But he smiles and your features soften. Then you’re after him again, bounding into the tall grass with an uproar of laughter.

…

You spend the next few days of your vacation trying to beat Ron at chess then deciding it may be better if you and Harry team up to try and beat Ron at chess. You also take Ginny and Hermione shopping while the gaggle of boys trail behind the three of you grumbling and whining about missing their beloved Quidditch game.

You offer to help Molly with every meal, and she only accepts once you convince her your desserts are a crowd favorite back home. She’s proud to say she’s impressed, and she grows even prouder when you admit you adore big families like hers and see at least two kids of your own in your future.

Arthur takes a liking to you after you listen to him rave about the kind of items muggles use day-to-day and how fascinating their modern technology has become in recent years. He’s thrilled to find you actually take interest in his tinkering and collections and whatnot.

But most of all, you spend your time at the burrow with Fred. He steals you away after meals and keeps you up late to teach you his favorite charms. One overcurious evening finds you two perched together on the bathroom floor whispering and giggling while you brush a bold smokey-eye onto his eyelids. Let’s just say dinner that night was nothing short of hilarious: a look that Fred will never live down.

On the fifth morning, you jostle him awake. He whines about the sun not even being up yet while you drag him down the steps and shove your socked feet into an extra pair of rubber boots.

“What’s the bucket for?” he whispers, traipsing down the path along the side of the house when you stop dead in your tracks.

“Shh!” You press your gloved finger to his lips. A chorus of croaks erupts from the marsh beside the house. Nothing out of the ordinary for Fred, in fact that sound had often soothed him to sleep. But there’s a dangerous glint in your eye that tells him you’re on a mission.

“Can’t we do this when the sun is up? It’s cold and I’m tired—”

“The faster we catch ‘em, the faster we can go back to bed,” you whisper as your boot sinks into the edge of the muddy body of water. He sighs and sinks in next to you with his hands on his hips.

“I can’t believe you’ve convinced me to do this. You’re lucky you’re so pretty or you’d never get away with anything.”

You purse your lips and wade a little further out, looking out at the cooly rippling water beneath the sliver of sunrise.

“Yes, I would,” you say, quietly but so matter-of-fact he’s inclined to believe you.

Just then you spring into action, shoveling a small frog into your bucket with a victorious grunt. A few minutes later, he shuffled over to you and lowers his cupped palms into your bucket: three more frogs settle down into the center with a wet plop. You beam up at him, and it’s worth the early morning trouble to see you so happy and have you so close.

“So what do you plan on doing with these poor creatures once we’re done?”

You sit on the bank of the waterbed, sighing and setting the bucket beside you. He watches you from the water while you examine the small blob of darkness in the center of your palm. The bottom of the bucket is lined with croaking frogs, and the sun is well above the horizon, dousing the sky in soft pink and warm rose.

“I’m going to let them go.”

He lets out a sharp breath, hands falling to his sides, leaving streaks of mud down his tee shirt.

“You’re joking.”

You look up at him. You’re not joking.

“No,” he huffs. “You did not drag me out of my nice, warm bed to catch a million slimy frogs in the freezing cold dark just to let them go again.”

“Oh, but I did.” You’re crazy, he thinks. You’re crazy and it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. Doesn’t make you any less crazy, though it might make him much less sane.

You set the frog down in the grass and leave the bucket tipped over. The small creatures immediately flood out from the splotchy tin opening into the newborn daylight and the crisp morning air. You stand and wipe your hands against each other a few times, scrunching your nose and finally meeting his eyes again.

“What’s wrong, trouble? Cat got your tongue?”

You grin.

“You know, one of these days, I’m going to say ‘no’ to you, and it’ll be a rude awakening.”

Fred walks past you like he’s really mad. Like it was an uncrossable line and you treated it like the tape at the end of a marathon. He’s hulking back towards the house when you grab his wrist to get his attention.

“What?”

But you don’t look sad. You don’t look pitiful or hurt. You look like you’re scheming, and it drives him crazy. As if he could ever say ‘no’ to you.

“You think I’m pretty,” you coo, batting your lashes just to get on his nerves. His breath hitches, and he feels warm despite the nipping cold of the morning.

“Unrelated.”

You drop his hand and cross your arms over your chest with a pout. He continues leisurely toward the burrow, tossing his gloves to the ground with a huff of hot air.

“Fred?” you call. And you sound worried, so he’s compelled to whip around. But when he does, he’s met with a rude awakening.

It was a misstep. A silly mistake, the wrong footing. Easily avoidable, and yet he didn’t avoid it. So he’s ass-first into a mud puddle with you shrieking in laughter about a meter away.

“You’re awful,” he grumbles, both hands propping him up and seeping into the thick mud as seconds tick by.

“I’m sorry! Freddie, I’m so sorry,” you cackle, taking a few steps toward him with tears of joy in your eyes. “But you should have seen your face!”

“Help me up,” he says, shaking his head and wiping his hand down his pajama pants before holding it outstretched to you. You grab it and tug enough to leverage him out of the muck. But he doesn’t budge. And in that moment, your eyes are filled with fear. Then, with one jolt, you topple down into the mud right beside him.

“Fred!”

“An eye for an eye, sugarplum.”

You push yourself up onto your hands to find your entire front is caked in mud, the mess narrowly avoiding your chin and above.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

“Oh, bring it on,” Fred teases.

You smirk just before a handful of mud is smeared across his chest by your slippery glove.

“Your move, trouble.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, looking down at the abstract art work fondly. But not quite fondly enough to hold himself back. His fingers dig into the puddle determinedly just before patting the top of your head with it like a stray dog. You squint your eyes closed and groan before peeking one eye open and coating his cheek in mud.

You make it to your feet and Fred hurls a ball of mud at your ass but he misses and it lands in the grass in front of you. You bolt around the back of the house, but he hurls a hunk towards your shoulder blade. You yelp and shout at him:

“You’re supposed to be a gentleman!”

“I’ll show you a gentleman, sweetheart,” he hollers it just before he catches up to you. You squeal and nearly slip on a slick patch of grass, but before you can leap out of his reach, he grabs your upper arm and presses you against the tree just behind your back.

“That’s not playing fair, Freddie, I’ve got nowhere to run,” you say, breathlessly grasping at the edge of his shirt with a tired smile. He chuckles and plants one palm against the bark beside your head, bringing the other hand to cup the side of your neck.

“You don’t need to run anywhere,” he mumbles, “just stay here.” The dried mud on the pad of his thumb draws a swipe of dirt down your cheek. Your fingers curl around his wrist and your lips part sweetly when he leans in.

“Time to come inside, you two! Breakfast is ready!”

Your eyes go wide when he leans his forehead against the tree with a grumbled curse.

“I suppose I am quite peckish!” you chirp, dragging him along behind you all the way to the front door. You leave your boots and gloves outside and brush some of the dried dirt from your pajamas.

You sit across from him at breakfast and catch him stealing glances at you every so often. With a mouth full of food, you wink at him with a dirt-smeared face and almost make him spit out his juice when you kick him under the table. George teases the two of you about wrestling in the mud while Molly scolds Fred about tracking it into the house.

…

Before long, you’re facing the final night of your stay. You’d been dreading the end since the beginning, and now that it’s here, you’re heartbroken. It’s been nothing but fun and you’ve never felt so wonderfully vulnerable with so many people around.

But the thing you’ll miss most is Fred. He could sense you pulling away the last couple of days. Trying to shield yourself from the impact of reality. No matter how hard he tried to cheer you up, he knew nothing could stop you thinking about how much packing up and leaving would hurt.

With your things splayed out across the floor of your temporary room, you had started packing hours ago but kept finding ways to distract yourself and avoid the idea of leaving altogether.

“Need any help?” Fred knocks on the doorframe, leaned against it and wearing the blue jumper you once told him he looked best in. You smile up at him from the floor.

“No,” you huff, “but some company would be nice.”

He perks up and shuffles around your belongings to plant himself on the edge of the bed. You had made the bed up nicely, tucked the duvet and set the pillows out nicely. He told you you didn’t have to, but you did it anyways.

After a few minutes of folding and refolding the same shirt, you stand from the floor and join him on the bed. He’s leaned back onto his elbows when he nudges your foot with his. You nudge him back but don’t turn to look at him. So he sits up and bumps you with his shoulder.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, fussing with the edge of your shorts to distract himself, “Being here, I mean. As a part of our family.”

You smile down at his fiddling fingertips and inch closer, looking at him with this half-sad, half-happy look that has him confused and hopeless and head over heels and confused.

“I had a really, really nice time,” you whisper, leaning your head onto his shoulder and letting your eyes drift closed.

“So…”

You chuckle and smile to yourself, “So…?”

You sit up when the floor rattles a little, a thudding coming from the room below you. Then George shouts.

“Get it over with already!”

You both look at each other and giggle. Fred leans back again and you watch him tilt his head back and let out a sigh. His chest rises and falls beneath that damned blue sweater, and you trace your fingertips over his knuckles. He lifts his head and smiles cheekily at you, like he knows what’s going on inside your head. Like he has any idea. And for once, you think he might be pretty close.

You practically tackle him to the bed, smiling against his mouth when he cradles your face in one hand and rests the other on your waist where your shirt had ridden up from the ruckus.

You pepper soft kisses over his blushing face, leaving faintly glossy lip prints on his cheeks and nose and forehead and a stray one on the column of his neck. He goes slack against the bed, satisfied and content and happy all because of you. But still, he lazily opens his eyes and grins mischievously and says:

“Took you long enough.”

You smack your hand against his chest just hard enough to warn him.

“Oh, you’re trouble, Weasley.”

He cups your hand against his warm chest and his smile ebbs from mischief to something not as easily recognized. Something that makes him shy and pink thanks to the girl who likes the freckles across the bridge of his nose in the summer and his hands even when they’re covered in mud. Love that makes him much less sane for the girl who might just be crazy for loving him back.

And all of it makes him hold your hand and lean up to kiss you one more time.

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Her Curse. His Blessing. | F.W.

summary: she lives with a curse, never able to touch anyone without gloves. fred walks into her life one day and she finally lets someone in. a horrible prophecy makes her realize he will be her worst curse or her biggest blessing

word count: 3906

warnings: mentions of death, fluff

notes: i think this is the last update, but maybe not

Living with her curse was never easy, but it was easier when she was alone. She had felt alone her whole life, never being able to touch anyone. After finishing her studies at Beauxbatons, she left Southern France for London to open a small shop. Owning a small bookshop in Diagon Alley seemed like it would bring her in contact with more people than she would like, but it didn’t. She had spent most of her life collecting books, old grimoires that she hoped would hold the answers she was looking for. She sold many of these books in her shop, the ones that wouldn’t cause any harm if they fell into the wrong witch or wizard's hands. The basement of the shop held an enchanted chest, one that held the grimoires that should not be in circulation. She had even destroyed a few. Despite her massive collection, she could never find any answers. Out of the thousands of books she had come across in her life, she never found anything to point her in the direction of removing her curse. She had tried countless spells and potions, all of them yielding the same result. Nothing ever changed. She only ever found one useful piece of information. It was the only bright side to her curse. A small piece of hope in a dreadful situation, yet she never wished for the situation to arise. She wasn’t sure what consequences such magic could hold. Besides antique spell books, she sold everything one could need for divination. She offered readings of tea leaves as well, as she was a gifted seer herself. Her life of solitude, though, had taken a turn when a joke shop opened a few months after her own little shop opened. The joke shop brought in some extra customers, usually parents who had brought their young witches and wizards to Diagon Alley. One of the twins had caught her eye though, the first day she saw him. She could easily tell him from his twin. His face was slightly rounder, his nose straighter than his twins. She was kind to the twins who ran the shop next to hers, they all lived and worked next to each other. She enjoyed the small interactions she had with both of them. She seemed to run into Fred more than George. He always seemed to make her laugh when she was least expecting it.

It wasn’t until one twin walked into her store to finally introduce himself that things began to change for her. She heard the soft jingle of the bell and began meandering through the rows of bookshelves to the front of the shop. That’s when she saw him, just standing there taking in her shop. His eyes slowly drifted to her, a smile gracing his lips. “Hi, I’m-” He was cut off by her. “Fred Weasley.” She smiled. He felt as if the world had come to a halt when he heard her voice. Her accent sounded like Fleur’s, but so very enchanting. She took his hand as he stuck it out to her. It was then that he noticed that gloves were still adorning her dainty hands, even inside the warmth of her shop. He had noticed she always wore gloves when she was outside, but it had been cold lately. It would start snowing any day now, most everyone was bundled up when they were out and about. She smiled at him, beginning to introduce herself. He almost butted in with her name, but loved hearing it roll off her tongue. He tried to repeat her name, enunciating the same way she had, causing her to giggle. “Now, Fred, to what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked, giving him a shy smile. “Just wanted to see my favourite neighbour.” He grinned as she wrinkled her nose at him, trying to hide a small blush.

After his first stop at her shop, Fred started to make it a point to wander over to her shop as she was closing up. Their brief conversations lead to having tea and just talking for hours. He made it his mission to make her laugh, the sound like music to his ears. Stopping in to see her soon became a daily habit. She quickly started to look forward to Fred stopping in every day. She often found herself counting down the hours until she could close up, knowing Fred would greet her at the door as she flipped the sign to ‘closed’. She was grateful to have Fred as a friend, though she knew she wanted more. He quickly won her heart. His jokes always made her laugh, so did the harmless pranks he pulled on her. His blatant flirting always caught her off guard, but she loved it. She often found herself subtly flirting back. She tried to keep him at a distance, and seemed to fail at it. She wasn’t sure if it was to save her own feelings or to protect him from herself. A friend was one thing, but a lover or anything more, that was something she could never have. No one would want her when they found out her secret. She was afraid to let people in, to share more about herself, specifically the curse that plagued her for her whole life. She couldn’t bear the weight of the rejection. Yet she couldn’t ever seem to say no to Fred. She couldn’t keep herself tucked away from him. She leaned into any gentle touches, trying to convince herself that the touches were just friendly.

It was a moody and cold night that Fred had asked her to dinner and she couldn’t bring herself to say no to him or herself. As always, she seemed to have an enormous soft spot for the man. She had grown used to him being around. She found being in his company comforting. She enjoyed being close to him, enjoying his warmth. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel so alone. Even if Fred was just her friend, she was thankful to the sense of belonging he brought to her despite everything. They had spent hours talking and laughing over dinner. They always seemed to have plenty to talk about, even if they saw each other every day. Over the past few months, Fred had noticed that she never took her gloves off. He wasn’t sure why. Was it a germ thing? Was she insecure about her hands? She had mentioned that she had done countless failed spells but never elaborated on how or why they failed. Was there damage done to her hands from a spell backfiring? He had many questions about it, but never asked. He wasn’t sure how she would react. He didn’t want to ruin the night. He could listen to her talk for hours. Her accent always caught and held his attention. They could be in the loudest pub and she would still hold all of his attention. They finally left as the restaurant was closing. She hadn’t realised how much time had gone by. He led her out, his hand on the small of her back. She felt her stomach flutter at his touch and the pressure of his hand firm but soft. As he was walking her home, he grabbed her gloved hand, intertwining their fingers. This was the first moment that her heart truly began to yearn for more. The first time in such a long time. She had longed for friends as a child, longed for normalcy in her life, but now it was him. She longed for anything more than their friendship. She had never felt someone’s skin with her bare hands, never experienced such a small act of intimacy. They walked in silence, but she found herself stepping closer to him, bringing their joined hands slightly in front of her body so she could hold onto his arm with her other hand. She leaned her head against his shoulder. “Thank you, Fred. I had a great time with you.” She said quietly as they came to a stop in front of her door. “Thanks for coming, love.” He smirked, giving her a wink. “Fred!” She smacked his chest gently, causing him to laugh. “I’ll see you tomorrow, love?” She nodded, turning to her door. “Bonne nuit, Fred.” She gave him a smile. “I don’t know what that was, but you can talk dirty to me anytime.” He grinned. “Goodnight, Fred!” She laughed, shaking her head. “G’night, love!” He shouted as he made his way to his door. She locked her door behind her, still smiling to herself. What was she getting herself into?

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon when Fred had finally asked the question she had been dreaded for the last six months. “Hey, love. Why do you always wear gloves?” His voice startled her as she was placing new products on the shelves. She took a quiet breath, preparing herself, trying to force down the feeling of panic. She turned to find him standing right behind, a small sigh leaving her lips. “I-, well,” She paused, she had never told anyone of the curse that plagued her, her whole life. Only her parents knew. She kept it a secret, it was easier that way. She preferred to be thought of as weird for wearing gloves, rather than having people fear or pity her. “Freddie.” She whispered, looking up to meet his gaze. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn’t sure what to say, that she was struggling. “I’m sorry, you don’t ha-.” She cut him off before he could finish. “I cannot touch anything living or dead with my bare hands.” She whispered, looking up to meet Fred’s eyes. The words spilled out of her mouth. His hand came up to cup her cheek, noticing the change in her demeanour. Her eyes closed for a moment, savouring his touch. “Why?” He pressed as she turned to press a kiss to his palm. “Just the slightest brush of my fingertips will take the life from anything living. My touch can bring someone back, but to do so is to bind their life and their soul to mine. And mine to theirs. But I-. I can’t save someone from the fate I brought upon them.” She felt her bottom lip tremble as she spoke. She blinked back the tears that welled in her eyes. She was terrified of what he would say, what he would do. She waited for him to turn and walk out the door, but he didn’t. Anyone would, and he probably should. He could easily take it all back now, before it was too late. Before she was too attached to him. He swiped his thumb across her cheek, wiping away a tear that she hadn’t realised had fallen. Her hand came up to his, gripping it. The thin material of her glove separating their hands. She thought of a thousand things that Fred could say or do, but she didn’t think this would happen. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She froze at first, slightly shocked. It only took a moment for her to kiss him back. She brought her hand to his face, cupping his cheek. The kiss was gentle, lasting only a few moments. He pulled away resting his forehead against hers. “Fred.” She whispered, shaking her head slightly. Maybe it wasn’t too late to back out of this. He pressed another kiss to her lips. “That doesn’t change a thing. Doesn’t change how I feel.” He whispered, pulling her into his chest. He always seemed to know what she was thinking before she could even say it. “Will you stay?” She whispered, breathing in his cologne. “Of course, love. Always.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “I meant tonight, Freddie.” She said, pulling back from the embrace to look at him. “Yes, absolutely.” He grinned, stealing another kiss from her lips.

She went with him when he went into hiding, spending her days with the order. It was a quick, stolen kiss that seemed to push her into her gift. Images flash before her eyes and her lips begin to move. “You, Fred Weasley, will be the greatest blessing or the most devastating curse.” She gasped, tearing away from Fred. “Je suis desole, I tried to stop it.” She whispered, staring at him with wide eyes. The images replayed in her head. The flashes, the horrible images she saw. He would die and it seemed like there was nothing she could do to stop it. She prayed that what she saw was wrong, that it was just a small possibility and not an absolute. She couldn’t lose him, not now, not ever. She shared her heart and soul with this man, she would willingly give her life for his if she could. Her hand came up to cover her mouth, she could feel her heart breaking. She would lose him, she wouldn’t be able to protect him, but she may be able to save him. Only if she got there in time. There was a chance that she could save him. But what would be the cost? She realised that she didn’t care. She would gladly pay it. She didn’t realise that she was trembling until Fred had pulled her to his chest. “Whatever you just saw, it will be okay.” He murmured into her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Her fingers dug into his shirt as she stood there breathing him in. “I love you.” She mumbled into his chest, the words almost inaudible with how she was burying her face into his shirt. She almost expected him to make light of the situation, maybe make a joke to snap her out of her current state. “Je t’aime.” Fred butchered the pronunciation, but her heart fluttered at his use of her native language. A small giggle came from her. The warmth in her heart, momentarily, pushing away the dreadful vision and thoughts. “Was it that bad? I practised!”

She spent the remaining months researching while Harry was off finding horcruxes. She scavenged through every last resource she could find. She asked Hermoine to keep a lookout for any old books if possible. Hermoine had sent her three books, two almost helpful, but not. The third one from the Black house was exactly what she needed. She didn’t find a way to reverse her curse, but she now knew what she had to do if her vision was true. She wasn’t sure if she was prepared to do what needed to be done, but she at least understood what would happen if she did. The spell would be taxing, it would drain her of all her energy and possibly more. There was a chance that it could fail and she would die. If she were to save him, she would need to essentially meld their souls together, split them both in half to share between the two. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, but she knew she couldn’t let him out of her sight. She would have very little time to act, such a small window before it would be too late. Fred found her in their room, mulling over the old, yellowing book. “Find anything, love?” He asked, standing in the doorway. He leaned against the doorframe, taking in the sight of her. Her eyes met his when she tore her gaze from the book. “Nothing that I’m looking for.” She lied. She felt bad, lying to Fred. She just couldn’t bring herself to tell him what she knew. She was surprised that she had been able to mute her prophecy, in a sense. She was able to twist it to a statement, instead of rambling out the events and key details. She knew it in her head, but Fred only knew the words that came out of her mouth. He often didn’t ask about what she meant on the few occasions this had happened. She often didn’t remember what she said when she fell into a prophecy. But this one was different. It was like a permanent scar on her heart, a constant replay in her mind. She couldn’t forget it and, despite the pain, she was thankful that she hadn’t. If remembering was the reason she was able to save Fred, she would live with the pain until that day. She would sacrifice anything for him.

It was in the next month that he asked her to marry him. It wasn’t anything extravagant, just the two of them. She wore the ring on a delicate chain around her neck most days. She owned very few gloves that the ring would fit over. She longed for nothing more than to be able to feel his skin under her fingers, to know what his hair felt like when she ran her fingers through it. Fred was, well, he was something else. He loved her for everything that she was. He loved her despite not being able to touch her hands. He loved her even when she went into trances. He could have swore she hung the moon in the sky herself. She didn’t think she could ever repay him for how unconditionally he loved her, despite everything. She wished she could. She wished they could have some sense of normalcy, she wished she could touch him.

Her heart pounded in her chest the day they went to Hogwarts, waiting for the worst to happen. She had tried the whole night to stay close to him, but it was so hard in all the chaos. Her body ached. She had been thrown to the ground countless times. She had been hit by more curses than she cared to admit. Perhaps it was dumb luck that she was still alive, but she hadn’t been hit by a curse to take her life… yet. She couldn’t let that happen. Not until she saved him. She didn’t care what happened to her as long as he was okay. He needed to be okay. She lost him once or twice, panic running through her. She needed to be close to him. She couldn’t let him out of her sight. She couldn’t lose him. The first person she let in. The first person she wasn’t afraid would run from her if they found out what she was unfortunately capable of. The first person to love her, and really love her. The first person who wasn’t afraid of her touching them with gloved hands. She lost him again when she was hit by another curse. All of the air left her body when she hit the ground. She wasn’t sure she could get up, the pain was unbearable. The pain in her ribs made her think that she had finally broken something. She rolled over, pushing herself to her feet. She was sure her body was going to give out from the pain. Every step seemed to awaken a new pain in a new part of her body. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, desperately looking for Fred.

She finally spotted him on the battlefield, running to him. Her legs were protesting the exertion, but she kept moving. The pain in her ribs made it hard to breathe, let alone stand. She pushed herself further, trying to get to him. A scream left her lips when she saw the curse hit him. The pain, the heartbreak threatened to freeze her in her tracks when he hit the ground. She kept running, peeling her gloves off as she got closer to where he lay. She was oblivious to curses being thrown her way, too caught up in the only thing she could do. She fell to the ground when her body jerked, another scream leaving her lips at the pain. She could feel the blood soaking into her shirt, her hand coming up to the wound, wincing at the slight touch. She forced herself to move, scrambling on her hands and knees to get to Fred. That’s when she saw him, George running for his twin. She cursed to herself as she cast stupify at the man, sending him flying back, hoping she didn’t hurt him. She just needed space, needed to focus. She couldn’t have George near her, near Fred. She wasn’t willing to risk anyone besides herself. There was a chance this wouldn’t work. It could all go horribly wrong. Her hands trembled, reaching for Fred’s face. She froze, her heart aching as she looked down at the man that she loved. His chest was still, his face covered in dirt and blood. He was gone. Her tears started to fall, but she forced herself to focus. She had to do this. This was the only way. She couldn’t lose him. She cupped his face in her hands, her head falling to his chest. She began to chant the incantation, trying to block out the sounds around her. The screams, the maniacal laughter, and George yelling. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, the words not registering as she focused on the spell. Moments passed in what felt like hours, her body fighting with her will. The pain was getting to be too much, but she was so close. She was almost done, her body slumped onto Fred’s as she felt her energy draining. A scream left her lips as she sat straight up before the world faded to black.

She woke to the sound of hushed voices, muffled sobs, and groans of pain around her. Her breath caught in her throat. Where was she? Did it work? Did she save him? The last thing she remembered was passing out, exerting all of her energy into the spell. A hand squeezed hers, a panic coming over her at the feeling. It was a new feeling, one she had always longed for, one she feared. She ripped her hand away, trying to sit up. She whimpered, falling back to the ground. “Easy, love.” A familiar voice whispered, a hand brushing against her cheek. The voice registered but it couldn’t be… She opened her eyes, letting out a shaky breath that caught in her throat. There he was, leaning over her. He reached out, taking her hand again. His fingers laced with hers, her hands bare. Tears sprang to her eyes and she pushed herself up, ignoring the pain. She slid her hand from his grasp, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She whispered into his neck. “Love, you saved me.” His voice was filled with a sense of awe. He peeled away from her, grabbing her hand. She stared at him, a sense of wonder settling in. He pressed her bare palm to his cheek, giving her a soft smile. She brought her other hand up, cupping both sides of his face. “I can’t live in this world without you, Fred.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. The kiss was passionate, though short. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers. “I love you, more than anything.” He whispered. She pushed her fingers through his hair, smiling. She never thought she would be able to touch him, not like this. Fred gently laid her back down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

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I Hate You. | F.W.

summary: They had been friends since the moment they met, but what happens when she falls in love with him and he seems to blind to notice?

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: 5718

warning(s): ends in smut

notes: I have not posted in quite some time, nor have I wrote anything in a long time. I tried to avoid the use of y/n. Fred calls her 'little red' or 'red' ocassionally, this is explained in the writing.

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Six years of friendship. Six years of falling for Fred Weasley, really. If she were to be honest with herself, she knew she loved him two years ago. It was just easier to ignore as a 15 year old girl. She initially tried to write it off as just feeling that way because they were so close already, but she knew that wasn’t true. She was just as close with his twin brother, George, and she wasn’t in love with him. Fred was different. They knew each other on a different level. They could be overly affectionate with each other. When she saw him at the platform this year, she ran to him and jumped into his arms and stayed there despite George whining that he hadn’t seen her in just as long. On the train ride, she fell asleep with her head in his lap whilst he and George started scheming their first prank of the school year. He would hush George any time she would start to stir, then gently play with her hair until she settled again. She had fallen asleep on George’s shoulder once, and swore to never do it again. Whilst he was also one of her best friends, he did not hold the same kind of soft spot for her as his twin did. He had used a spell to turn her hair bright green. She was livid when she realised. Poor George was afraid to turn his back to her for the next four months. She had waited six months for her revenge, perfecting the same colour changing spell, but turning all of his clothes pink.

Now at 17, her feelings were harder to hide. The pangs of jealousy at every Gryffindor party after a quidditch match when girls would shamelessly flirt with him. And he seemed to love it. Tonight was another one of those nights. Gryffindor had destroyed Slytherin on the quidditch pitch and were, of course, throwing their usual celebration. She sat next to George and Angelina on the couch, her eyes following Fred. Her gaze only left him as Julie came up to him and was heavily laying on the charm. She felt the jealousy bubbling in her like a failed potion about to go horribly wrong. She felt George shift and wrap an arm around her shoulder, giving her a slight squeeze. “Love, why don’t you talk to him?” Angelina asked, reaching over George to squeeze her hand. Her gaze moved from her knees to her two friends, a heavy sigh leaving her lips. “I couldn’t possibly talk to him about this, Ang. I’d tell him everything and feel like an absolute git after.” She admitted, letting out another huff. George shook his head, opening his mouth to speak but quickly closing it. Ever since the start of the year, she had grown closer to George and his girlfriend, Angelina. Unfortunately, closer than she was with Fred. They were definitely still close, but something was different between them this year. And it wasn’t that she was head over heels in love with him. It was him that was keeping a distance between the two of them. Every year, she sat with them at the Gryffindor table. Her Ravenclaw robes made her stick out like a sore thumb in the sea of red, but Fred and George were her best friends. In fact, she only ever sat at her own houses’ table a handful of times. The sorting ceremony, the last day, and that couple of months last year when Fred had a girlfriend who absolutely hated her. She had friends in Ravenclaw, but she wasn’t as close to anyone as she was with Fred. George was a close second, but her and Fred always just clicked. They clicked from the first train ride to Hogwarts they ever had. They were nearly inseparable. If Fred wasn’t with George, he was with her, or they were all together. She spent a few weeks with the Weasley’s every summer. Molly was like her second mother at this point. She loved spending time with all of them. She loved answering all of Arthur’s questions about the muggle world. She loved hanging out with Ginny, the only other girl around her age in the Weasley household. It was usually the highlight of her summer.

A loud cheering pulled her attention away from her two friends as they all turned to the source of the noise. It felt like her heart shattered into dust. Don’t cry. Do not cry. Not here. “I-, I have to go.” She quickly stammered, slipping away from her friends and blinking back tears. There he was. Fingers tangled in Julie’s hair, kissing her passionately. She tried to keep her head down as she pushed towards the door. She knew better, but she looked up anyway. Another stab to the heart. Her tear-filled gaze met the eyes of Fred Weasley. Fred Weasley, best friend, heartbreaker. She tore her gaze from his and moved as quickly as she could without running. She pushed out of the door, finally letting a tear fall as the door shut behind her. She could’ve swore she heard George yelling at his twin as she stepped out, but she could be wrong. She stood in the hall for a moment, unsure of what to do. Her feet were moving before she registered that she was moving. She knew Fred, she knew he would try to come after her. He was her best friend, after all. Part of her wished he would push through the door, catch up to her and wrap her in his arms. The other part of her, the hurt, told her to stop hoping he would feel the same way. Though, he would ask George what happened first, which bought her some time, yet not enough to get to her common room before he caught up with her. Even if she ran, he could easily catch up to her. Before she knew it, she was standing in the middle of the hall, watching the door to the room of requirements take shape. She heard him calling her name, and heard his footsteps. She didn’t want him to see her like this, not right now. Not when it was so fresh. She shouldn’t be crying. They were only friends, she was the one hopelessly in love with him. She reached for the doorknob, sliding into the room and quickly shutting the door behind her. Merlin, please let the door disappear before he gets down here. She slid down the wall next to the door. How absolutely foolish could she be? Her and Fred would never happen. It was clear at this point. She was terrified that if she told him how she felt, it would ruin their friendship. Not only would she be heartbroken, but she would lose her best friend too.

She had no idea how long she sat there for. Maybe an hour? Maybe two? It took nearly another hour before she gathered the courage to leave. Even if he had seen her, she doubted he would’ve waited for her. Maybe two years ago, but not now. Not with this weird distance between them. Definitely not after close to three hours of her hiding. She could still confidently say that Fred was her best friend, but it was different. It wasn’t like before. They weren’t joined at the hip anymore. This summer made that clear. She spent most of her time with Ginny and Molly. The few times they had spent together went from comfortable and playful to awkward. There were moments when it felt like he may also feel the same way about her, but he always seemed to pull away a little more after. She could’ve sworn he was going to kiss her one night, her heart felt like it was beating in her throat. But he just cleared his throat and awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he took a step back from her. Maybe she should’ve just kissed him then, and let whatever would happen just happen. At least she would’ve known how he felt. She might have lost her best friend, but she wouldn’t constantly feel this hurt and jealousy.

She pressed on the wall, waiting for the door to appear to make her exit. She slowly pushed the door open, only then realising she should have left from the other side of the room. There he was. That beautiful, heartbreaking idiot. His head leaned back against the wall, mouth slightly open as he slept. She realised she really had been in there for much longer than she thought and it was a miracle Fred hadn’t been found by Filch or Mrs. Norris. She kneeled in front of him, resting her hands on his knees. “Freddie.” She whispered lightly, pushing against his knees to hopefully wake him, but she knew he could sleep through the whole castle crumbling to the ground. “Freddie!” She whisper-yelled, shaking him harder, earning a groan from him. “Fred Gideon Weasley, get up before Filch comes and kills us both!” She whispered harshly, causing Fred to finally open his eyes. His sleepy gaze quickly turned to a soft look when he took her in. She knew her eyes had to be slightly puffy and her nose was red. It always turned red after she cried, and she hated it. She also hated that Fred always knew when she was upset or had been crying, and he always knew exactly how to make her feel better. Whether she needed a hug, or to be held, or if he needed to go to ridiculous measures just to make her laugh. Fred reached out and pulled her to him, stretching his legs out so she was in his lap. She fell forward against him as he hugged her. She let her head rest against his chest, feeling tears threaten to fill her eyes again. “C’mon little red.” He whispered, moving to get up. “I don’t have red hair.” She mumbled, she didn’t know where the nickname had come from. Fred had just started calling her it one day. The only answer for why she ever got was that she was now an honorary Weasley and she was tiny. It used to annoy her to no end, which is probably why it stuck. Fred loved getting reactions out of her, because even if something annoyed her when it came to him, she secretly loved it. It was like he knew it.

She walked next to him, keeping her head down. She watched her feet as she walked. She wasn’t paying attention, she just let him lead the way. She figured they would go to his dorm. It was the closest and safest bet. The chances of not getting caught on the way to her common room were slim to none. It was way too late to even consider being out of the common room, everyone was most likely asleep by now. She knew they were entering the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady had long ago stopped putting up a fight about her being snuck into the common room after hours. It happened so often that it wasn’t worth it. She didn’t bother to look up, just followed Fred to the stairs. The floor was a mess and she was afraid to look up. She didn’t want to relive her most recent memory in this room. She followed Fred into his dorm, noting that it was empty. He shared a room with George and Oliver Wood. Neither of the other two boys were here. She stood there silently as Fred moved around. He pulled out a jumper and handed it to her, turning around for her to change. The normalcy of this pained her. She knew Fred had seen her almost completely naked. He had stayed with her when she was sick last year. She had a fever that wouldn’t break and she had stripped out of her shirt and pyjama shorts in her sleep- with Fred sharing the same bed. She pulled the jumper over her head before pulling her jeans off. The jumper hung down to her knees, Fred was nearly a foot taller than her, if not more. She didn’t say anything as she climbed into his bed, only huffing as she rolled over to face away from him.

She felt his weight as he slid into his bed, turning to face her back. “George told me what happened. She kissed me, and I didn’t…” He whispered so quietly she could barely hear him. Her whole body seemed to tense as she registered what he said. Of course George told him. Bloody hell. She felt Fred’s hand brush over her arm. He grabbed her shoulder, gently trying to turn her to him. She fought him on it, but it was no use. He was stronger than she was, no matter how determined she was to keep her back to him. “You know you can tell me anything. Hell, you’re my best friend.” Fred whispered, his eyes on her face. She stared at the ceiling, feeling tears well in her eyes again. “That’s the problem, Freddie. I’m your best friend.” Her whisper was soft, not trusting herself to speak without starting to cry again. “And I hate it.” She finished, closing her eyes tightly to press the tears back. She could still feel his eyes on her, but she knew she couldn’t look at him. She knew she would break. She knew he would hold her until she either calmed down or fell asleep. Merlin’s beard, they were more than just friends. Friends don’t do this. Friends don’t share a bed. Friends don’t sleep in nothing but the others jumper and their underwear and cuddle. Friends don’t wake up wrapped in each other's arms. Friends don’t cling to each other the way they usually do. She loved George like a brother, he was one of her closest friends. Her and George are not friends like she and Fred are. She felt a tear squeeze its way from her eye. She let out a shaky sigh as she felt Fred brush it away with his thumb. He pulled her into him and she hated him for it. She hated him at that moment. She hated that he made her hurt, but he was the only one that could make her feel better. A sob escaped her lips as the tears began to fall. “I hate you. I hate that you’re so damn oblivious to me. All I am is your best friend and I’ve been in love with you for two years, you idiot.” She cried into his chest. He cradled her head with one arm and pulled her closer with the other, holding her there as she cried. “I’m sorry, Red, I-i didn’t know.” He held her tighter, placing a kiss on the top of her head. His fingers drew circles on her back as her cries slowly stopped. He hadn’t realised she had fallen asleep until her grip on his shirt slowly loosened.

She woke up pressed to Fred’s chest and her legs tangled in his. His fingers were drawing slow shapes on her side. God she was still so hurt. The image of him kissing Julie replaying in her head. She went to pull away from him, only to be pulled against him tighter. “Let me go.” She mumbled, pushing against him again. “No can do, doll.” He mumbled back. “I still hate you.” She bit back, trying her best to ignore the comfort she felt being pressed against. “You don’t mean that.” His voice was gentle. He was used to her little fits. She had told him multiple times over the years that she hated him. The first time when he accidentally broke her brand new quill that her father had sent her as a gift when she found a new hobby of writing. It was their second year. He had saved up anything he could get until Christmas that year to buy her the same one. She had cried then too, but those were happy tears. She had told him she hated him the day he told her that he couldn’t come see her that summer, that was year three. Then she wrote to his mother and asked if she could come there to see him and George. Of course, Molly said yes. She was so delighted to finally meet the twin’s best friend. She was glad they finally had someone to level out their antics, but that didn’t last long. They were always up to something. She had told him three times in year four that she hated him. Once was when he had her pinned down and was mercilessly tickling her. She gasped it out between laughs. She even used his full name. He couldn’t help but smile, only to stop tickling when she rushed out that she was going to pee her pants if he didn’t stop. But he kept jumping at her, pretending he was going to tickle her again. The second time was when he was dating Hannah. They had gotten into a fight, screaming at each other. She was sad because she felt like she was losing Fred as a friend because Hannah hated her. And he called her bitter and jealous that she had never had a boyfriend. It was then that she told him she hated him. He could see the hurt in her eyes. That was the first time it truly hurt when she said she hated him. It felt like she meant it that time. The third time was towards the end of the year. They had made up and were thicker than thieves once again. She had conned him into going to the library to study. He was messing around the whole time and trying to make her laugh. He took it a little too far, accidentally hitting her inkwell. It shot across the table, they both moved to catch it and they both missed. It had spilled all over her skirt. She said she hated him then and told him he was lucky he was her best friend, otherwise he’d have to buy her a new skirt. Last year, year five, there were odd bits of distance between them, but when he thought about it, they weren’t odd. They were distant every time he had a girlfriend or was chasing after some girl. He had been slightly jealous of George since last year. She seemed to latch on to him, but it all made sense. She was distancing herself to protect herself and George was there for her, probably to tell her that Fred was an idiot and he’d come around one day.

“Look at me.” He said as he rolled on to his side, sliding her off his chest. She stared at his chest, not meeting his gaze. “I am.” She mumbled and he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Her full name left his lips as he gently pushed her chin up to force her to look at him, but she kept her eyes trained on his chest. “I swear, you are so stubborn that I wonder how you weren't sorted into Gryffindor.” She looked up at him, eyes narrowed. “What Fred? What do you want? I don’t care if she kissed you. You didn’t have to kiss her back.” She bit out. He had to hide his smirk. If she wasn’t so upset with him, he knew she would’ve rolled her eyes and made a ridiculous comment on how she was surprised he wasn’t sorted into Slytherin. He suddenly missed her jests, wishing he could rewind to before the party. George had told him that someone they knew was pining after him. He just didn’t think it would be his best friend. But then again, how could it not be? They spent most of their time together, either alone or with George. If he wasn’t with George, he was with her. People often commented on them acting like a couple. Fred would walk her to class, arm slung around her shoulder. “I’m an idiot-” He started, only to be cut off by her. “I know you are. You’re the biggest idiot I know.” She tried to hold her glare, fighting a small smile. “C’mon, little red, let me finish.” He raised his brow as she opened her mouth to talk then closed it. She let out a sigh, waiting for him to continue. “You say I’m the biggest idiot you know, which may be true. But I’m the most handsome idiot you know.” He paused as a small smile tugged at her lips. “I’m an idiot, I’m sorry. You could’ve just told me. Could’ve said ‘hey, you big, handsome, idiot, I love you’.” He paused again, reaching up and tucking her hair behind her ear. “I would’ve said, ‘hey, little red, I love you too’.”

“Stop calling me that.” she mumbled and Fred let out an exasperated noise. He noticed the small smile playing on her lips. “I still hate you, at least for the next five minutes.” Her voice was much softer this time. “You’re so stubborn.” he mumbled, smiling when he felt her fingers grasp his shirt. “And you’re an idiot for not kissing me.” She mumbled, her gaze still locked with his. He slowly leaned in, his nose brushing hers as her eyes fluttered shut. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.” She whispered as he leaned in. Her lips just barely brushing his as she spoke. He paused for a moment. He knew she had never dated anyone, but he didn’t think she had never kissed anyone before. He closed the gap, gently kissing her. The kiss was slow and soft, until she took him by surprise when she nipped his bottom lip. He groaned, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss. “Never kissed anyone before, unbelievable.” He mumbled against her lips. She pulled on his shirt in a futile attempt to get closer than they already were. It was when she slid her hand up her chest and around his shoulder up to his hair that the door to his dorm opened. He reluctantly broke the kiss, looking up to see George standing in the doorway. “Well, I was coming to tell you that no one has seen our little friend here since last night, but I see you’re snogging her.” George grins. You roll over at his comment, turning to look at him. George winks at you and then turns his attention back to Fred. “I am now obligated to help her hide your body, doesn’t matter that you’re my brother.” George states, causing her to laugh.

“George, leave. Please.” Fred groans. “I think he should stay. This is fun. Hey, Georgie, isn’t Fred the biggest idiot you know?” She asks, smiling sweetly at Fred. “That’s likely!”

After George had left, they spent the entire morning in bed. Fred stealing kisses from her when she wasn’t dozing back off. “Freddie?” She whispered, curled into his side, her head laying on his chest. He hummed an acknowledgement. “Did you mean it?” She asked, her fingers grasping his shirt again. A small chuckle came from him as he squeezed her to him. “I love you, I have for some time. You’re also my best friend and I didn’t want to lose you.” He said, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “I love you, you big, handsome idiot.” She said as she lifted her head to look at him. “Don’t think I won’t ask George to help hide your body.” She grinned as he laughed.

The rest of the year seemed to breeze by. Two months of Fred pulling her into random broom closets between classes and sneaking into the room of requirements before curfew. Countless nights spent in there, hidden away among the mess. Before she knew it, everyone was packing and getting ready to leave for the summer.

“Fred, I’m too tired, carry me.” She whined as he gently woke her when the train finally stopped at the station. He let out a sigh as George laughed at him, shaking his head. She was going to the Weasley’s for the summer as her parents were away until November. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, looking up at Fred. “After we get off the train, then I’ll think about it.” He reached a hand out to her, helping her up. The journey to the Weasley’s was rather quick. They travelled through the floo system. She dramatically collapsed into Fred’s arms when they got back. “So tired.” she mumbled. “You’re going to kill me.” He laughed, picking her up. This wasn’t entirely unusual for the two of them. Everyone was used to Fred and her clinging to each other. Molly would often give Fred a knowing look when she would walk into the den, finding her sleeping with her head in his lap or curled up against him. Molly also knew that, most nights, if she were to peek into Fred’s room, she would find the two of them together. She often heard them talking in loud whispers and trying to hide their laughter in the middle of the night. It didn’t dawn on her that only a handful of them knew they were together, not until George opened his mouth. “Hey ma, did you know that Freddie has a girlfriend?” A groan left Fred as he stared his twin down. She buried her face in his chest, trying to ignore the slew of reactions from the older Weasleys. Molly was utterly delighted, commenting on how she was surprised that it took this long.

The days seemed to fly by spending them in the Weasley household. Lots of stolen kisses and sneaking around. It wasn't until mid-July that her and Fred were alone in the house together. Everyone had gone out for one reason or another and it was just the two of them. They spent the morning in Fred’s bed, tangled together. She was constantly falling back asleep and Fred was just content to hold her. It wasn’t until she was the one to lean up and kiss him that the day seemed to take a slight turn. They had shared a bed countless times, kissing had almost turned into more countless times as well. But this kiss was needy and built a fire in the both of them. She started the kiss. It was soft, loving at first. Then she nipped his bottom lip and a groan left his lips. His fingers dug into her hips, the feeling giving her the courage she needed in the moment. She moved to straddle him. His hand pushed up the jumper she stole from him, revealing her bare thighs. She really would be the death of him. She never seemed to wear pants. Just his shirt and a pair of panties, she was a constant tease seemingly unknowing to the fact. The kiss was still innocent enough, until she ground her hips down on his. The almost whiny moan that left her lips had him flipping them over. His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, most likely leaving marks in his wake. The sounds that left her lips were driving him wild. “You’re killing me.” He mumbled against her neck. His hands slid around her body. He gripped her hips before sliding a hand up her shirt. His fingers pinched and rolled her nipple, a lewd moan leaving her lips.

“Freddie, please.” She whined, pushing her hips up against his for any sort of friction. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it up until he reached up to pull it over his head. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his. She deepened the kiss, swiping her tongue against his bottom lip. He still found it hard to believe she had never kissed anyone before him. Not when she kissed him like this. She continued to grind her hips against his, moaning into the kiss. Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers hooking under the waistband of his pyjamas pants. She started to push them down when Fred broke this. “Baby-” He started only to be cut off by her leaning up and kissing him again. He knew she was virgin, while he may not be, he didn’t want her to feel like she had to do this. He was content just being with her. “Freddie, please. I want you. I-,” She paused, looking up to meet his eyes. “I want you to be my first.” Her breathy proclamation almost made him groan, but it was her reaching down and palming him through his pants that made a groan fall from his lips. Fred reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor. His eyes dragged over her body. She was perfect. “So pretty, baby.” He groaned, she would’ve thought he was talking to himself until his eyes met hers. His hands slid from her hips and over her stomach before he leaned down, kissing down her neck to her navel. It was then that her nerves started to build up. His lips pressed to her hip as he looked up at her. “If you want to stop, we will. At any point, baby.” He nipped at her hip as he pulled her panties down. She felt her cheeks flush, suddenly feeling exposed. Fred’s hands sliding up her legs seemed to calm her nerves. He pressed a kiss to her knee first, then trailed kisses down her inner thigh. It was the kiss that he placed closest to her sex that had the first moan falling from her lips. She gasped when she felt his tongue against her clit. He slowly added more pressure as he worked her clit. She didn't know how much more she could take, every pass of his tongue on her was overwhelming. Her hips bucked into his face. She was sure if she wasn’t so consumed by the building warmth in her abdomen that she would have been embarrassed. His name fell from her lips as he slowly worked a finger into her. His pace was painfully slow but every move made her feel like he already knew her body better than she ever could. It wasn’t until he worked a second finger into her and sucked her clit between his lips that she felt like she was falling apart. His name left her lips in succession until all she could do was moan. She moved her hips against his fingers, riding out her orgasm.

“Please, Freddie, I need you inside of me.” She let out a breathy whine. This girl would really be the death of him. He turned his head, leaving a hickey on the inside of her thigh. His lips were on hers in an instant. When she reached to push his pants down, this time he let her. He deepened the kiss, running his tongue along her bottom lip. He slipped his tongue against hers, taking his time kissing her. He ground into her, sliding his dick through her folds. He teased her with his tip before gently pushing into her. She gasped into his mouth, her body tensing at the intrusion. “Relax, baby, okay?” He whispered, kissing her jaw. He didn’t move his hips, but his hand snaked between them. His thumb pressed against her clit, causing another gasp to leave her lips. He continued to toy with her clit as she looked up at him. The look in her eyes as a quiet moan fell from her lips had his resolve wavering. It was when the next breathy moan fell from her lips that she took him by surprise. She pushed her hips up, taking more of him in. His ministrations continued as he tried to ease any of her discomfort with pleasure. She rolled her hips into his, fucking herself like she had done on his fingers. Fred moved his other hand to her hip, holding her hips in place. It was then that he pushed into her until she took all of him in. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, her nose, then her lips. The kiss was slow, gentle as he gave her time to adjust. She broke the kiss, brushing her nose against his. “Freddie.” His name left her lips in a breathy moan as she pushed against him. His thrusts were shallow at first, his forehead resting against hers. They moved slowly together, quiet moans falling from her lips. His name fell from her lips as he thrusted into her harder, faster. Her hands ran up his back, her nails digging into his skin as she gripped his shoulders. “O-oh, Freddie.” She gasped, tilting her head up to press her lips to his. She could feel her orgasm building again when he slid a hand between them, pressing his thumb to her clit. Fred could feel himself getting close to the edge.

“Fuck, baby, cum for me.” He groaned against her skin. His thumb pressed into her clit harder, circling until she threw her head back. His name fell from her lips, her nails digging into his back. The feeling of her walls clenching and spasming around him as she came sent him over the edge. Her name fell from his lips as he pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you, Freddie.” Her voice was a whisper. She leaned up to steal a quick kiss from his lips before he could speak. “I love you.” He mumbled between kisses.

They spent the next few hours tangled in each other, whispering sweet nothings, and her dozing off a few times. Fred woke her when he heard the first noises in the den below. Fred scrambled to find his clothes as she waltzed around his room to find hers. She pulled on a pair of leggings and his jumper. Her fingers slid across his sides as he pulled his shirt on. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself against him. His arms snaked around her, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

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