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forthetwins · 2 days
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fred weasley — lakeside pages.
by the tranquil waters of the lake, you and fred found yourselves nestled against the sturdy trunk of a tree, each immersed in your chosen literary worlds.
the rustle of pages turning mingled with the soft lapping of waves against the shore, creating a symphony of serenity in the air.
as you lost yourself in the pages of your latest muggle romance novel, the antics of the characters unfolding before your eyes, you couldn't help but smile at the familiar comfort it brought.
beside you, fred chuckled at the antics of greg heffley in the wizard version of 'diary of a wimpy kid' his laughter blending seamlessly with the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves.
"can you believe the trouble greg gets himself into?" fred remarked, glancing over at you with a playful twinkle in his eyes.
you chuckled, nodding in agreement. "it's like he's a magnet for mischief. reminds me of someone i know," you teased.
fred feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "hey now, i resemble that remark! but at least i don't have a cheese touch," he retorted, a grin spreading across his face.
together, you whiled away the afternoon lost in your respective literary worlds, the laughter and banter between you adding an extra layer of warmth to the already cozy atmosphere.
as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the water, you reluctantly closed your book, a contented sigh escaping your lips.
"time flies when you're lost in a good book," you remarked, stretching your limbs as you leaned back against the tree trunk.
fred shifts, laying on the grass as he pats the spot beside him for you to do the same. you smile and join him, feeling the softness of the grass beneath you as you settle in beside him.
as the sun dips lower on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the water, fred's hand finds yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise.
in that serene moment, fred leans in, his lips grazing softly against your cheek in a delicate kiss, brimming with love and affection.
"hey," he starts.
"hey," you parrot, turning your head to look at him.
both you and fred jolted at a sudden and loud "HEY," breaking the tranquility of the moment.
It was george, his presence surprising both you and fred. he appeared with a few bandages wrapped around him here and there, a testament to some recent adventure or misadventure.
"all this time, and the two of you didn't even think of visiting your partner in crime?"
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robynlilyblack · 1 year
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Always little wolf
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Fred Weasley x wolfstars daughter! reader
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Summary: While y/n and Fred walk home in the snow, the simplest conversation makes Fred sure of one thing, he's going to marry that girl
Warnings: established relationship, kinda luna lovegood type reader, reader loves random facts, kissing, so much fluff, one proofread
A/n: 0.7k words, day 4 we have another fluffy little blurb with freddie and wolfstars adopted daughter, enjoy xx
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“Did you know…”
Fred’s already chuckling, the sight of you trying to get on your big fluffy coat whilst tipsy was cute enough, but combine it with an excited random fact? You have his heart melting like crazy. He was used to your random trivia but never grew tired of it, he loved it in fact, especially as it hardly ever related to anything you were doing.
Like when he first met you, you had tagged along with Harry and his dad, your godfather, James, to the quidditch world cup, instead of a 'did you know this about quidditch fact' whilst you walked up the stands with him him, he got a 'did you know otters hold hands while sleeping so they don’t float away from one another?'
It was safe to say he had been at your mercy ever since
"...that...one second...that s-"
“Here…” he gently interrupts your fact before you can start, helping you get your hand through the sleeve “...good girl” he pecks your forehead, adoring the the grin he receives as you cheese up at him, eyes glassy, clearly only half here but the love in your eyes shines through
After one last shout goodbye to those at the party you and Fred brave the cold, his hand finding yours before guiding into his larger pocket to keep it warm
“It’s snowing” you note, free hand coming to wrap around his bicep, as your cheek presses into it
“It is...almost as pretty as you my love” he flirts, adoring your giggle before you let out a little yip, head shooting up to look at him as you move away slightly to smile up at him “What?”
“I forgot to tell you the fact” you say softly and his heart warms, secretly glad you remembered
“Hit me” he flashes you a goofy grin, unable to hold it back as he wraps his arm around you and leads you down the now snow dusted path
“Did you know that Scotland's national animal is a unicorn because there was this wizard whose pet unicorn followed him into a muggle battle?” you say, a little slurred and in a higher pitched tone, the same one you always used when saying your little facts  
Fred chuckles, pulling you a little closer into his side “Seriously?” 
“Siriusly” you start giggling 
“See this is the stuff Binns should have taught us…” Fred shakes his head “...actually you know what lovely? You should try and poach his job” he presses a kiss to your hat clad temple 
“Nah” you shake your head 
“Why not? You love facts, adorable at telling them, cute as a button so all the guys and gals will crush on you, be closer to your dads and uncle” he lists with a shrug, genuinely surprised you wouldn’t be interested
You stop walking, gently removing yourself from Fred's grip and taking his hands in yours instead. His eyebrows pinch but his face soon softens into a smile as he sees you shining up at him 
“Because then I wouldn’t see my favourite person everyday...” you answer simply, easily, almost like it should have been obvious but the next bit floors him "...and when I find out a new fact I can't tell anyone else until i've told you, I always tell you first"
He always felt it in his heart that he was going to marry you one day, but this was the moment he knew for sure...so much that in less than a weeks time you would be saying that three letter word to make it a reality
“Merlin I love you...” the words tumble out breathlessly in the same manor as yours "...so much...so...so much" he emphasises squeezing your hands
Your smile widens at that, a giggle escaping as you step forward, chests grazing “Ditto” you shine, placing a sweet kiss to his nose
He doesn’t let you pull away fully, instead dips down to capture your lips, hands slipping out of yours to cup your chilled cheeks while the snow lightens around you for a moment, large flakes fluttering down slowly like you were in some movie. The cold forgotten for a moment as your warm lips dance with one another, your hands gliding up to find his chest, not caring that it made your fingertips go numb
Your lips still ghost the others as you break away, your cheeks rising with your smile in his light grip as you whisper “Did you know if you remind yourself you aren’t a fish your hiccups will stop?” 
“You're pulling my leg” he whispers back
“Wanna bet Weasley?” you say letting your lips meet again tentatively
“With you? Always little wolf”
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sweetpandorabox · 1 year
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Fred Weasley as a boyfriend 💥🦁
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⋆ ˚。 ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚。 ⋆
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙
Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.
Dating this troublemaker yet funnier and sexy twin could include:
👨🏻‍🦰🪦🧹
He's very affectionate in a playful kind of way, for example, he can pick you up like a ragdoll and would playfully threaten to throw you in the black lake, tackle hugs, rest his chin right on top of your head because he's built like a tree, smacks your ass, pinch your cheeks and harmless prank here and there to make you laugh.
He's lowkey the jealous type but plays it off well and hides it away from you because if you caught him jealous he knows you'll never drop it.
Still flirts and tease you like you guys aren't already dating. Sending a wink and smile your way and whispering dirty yet clever pickup lines all the time to see you blush.
Him being lowkey a bad influence on you by taking you along and breaking the school rules to pull pranks, but somehow the best memories that the two of you have together are of breaking rules and being silly teenagers together.
Pulling faces, sending notes, hitting you with paper balls at you during classes to get your attention if he isn't sitting next to you, because if there's anything that Fred loves most it's your attention.
You guys have a deal, he teaches you how to juggle, cartwheel and cast cool spells in return for you helping him with his school work.
He loves PDA and is not ashamed of it and would pull it anywhere he could, in some occasions he's gotten told to keep his hand off you just for an hour until class ends by numerous different professors.
The both of you have a special place where you're able to just hold each other and snog whenever you feel like it, so to mark the place Fred carved both of your initials inside of a big heart on a nearby tree by that spot so everyone knows who this place belongs to.
Stealing all of his knitted sweaters and hoodies because they're much larger on you, but then he asks Molly to make one for you this Christmas with your initial on it and you got super excited that you wear it every day for a month.
Likes when you call him Freddie, Baby, Good-looking, Spitfire, or Casanova (you call him that before the both of you started dating and still use it at times).
He calls you cute nicknames like Baby, Lover-Girl, Sexy, or Sunshine.
His love language is probably quality time because spending time with you and making memories with you is what he cherishes most.
He stares at you all the time and can't keep his eyes off you, one time he full-on ditched his school work and was looking at you focusing on your own thing while he plays with your ponytail the entire time.
Molly adores you because of how much the both of you bonded through food, she teaches you how to make Fred's favorite meal and she encourages you to stay over at the burrow as much as possible because to be honest, she likes how Fred is when you're around and Molly may or may not like you more than Fred.
Asks for messages after a rough Quidditch practice or games that usually elevate to something more... a.k.a sex.
He asks for your opinion on the joke shop products he and George have come up with but doesn't dare make you try them because he doesn't want to see you hurt or be embarrassed.
Dance party inside his shared dorm room with snacks when everyone is away and blaring out his phonograph with the weird sister's newest record player album.
Him sneaking into your shared dorm room quietly and frequently because he wants to sleep with you and not in his own bed, so it's not unusual for your roommates to see a shirtless Fred cuddling you in the morning.
Joking and confusing new people who don’t understand your relationship; Are you dating? Enemies? Friends? (but in the end, he can't keep his hands off you anyways so they're bound to know)
Him leaving all of his classes early just so he can meet you outside and escort you to your next class so he can have those extra moments with you.
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cleake · 2 years
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HP Characters Reacting To You Drawing Them
Warning: I didn't read the books, these are my headcanons and personal ideas for the characters. It's just for fun. :)
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Harry:
-"Oh! Brilliant! Yeah, sure." -He is a bit shy, but flattered, very flattered -He sits in front of you, with a nervous smile, sometimes adjusting his glasses or hair -You assure him that he looks great and he relaxes a bit, sitting more comfortably -While you work he asks from time to time some questions about your drawing journey and listens closely to your answers -He thinks about how you're going to draw his scar, are you going to make it a key thing, or represent him in another way? -When you finish and show him your work he's astonished by your talent -"Wow! This is really good! I can keep it? Oh! Thanks!"
Ron:
-"You want to draw me? I don't think I'm that special." -He's a bit hesitant at first, he feels like he doesn't deserve attention, since he is not "The Chosen One" -But you make him believe otherwise -When sat down Ron is stiff, looking away from you, smiling nervously -You tell him that he looks great and he smiles a bit more confident -He suggests ideas on how you can present him, and he comes up with some sick propositions -Once you're finished he's so happy that he has something made by someone only for him -"Bloody hell, it's fantastic! You need to show your skill more often."
Hermione:
-"Draw me? Well if it makes you happy." -She pretends that it's nothing, she may look annoyed, but inside she cares -She fixes her hair or clothes when you aren't looking -She sits properly, legs together, hands on her lap, head slightly tilted, and a soft smile on her lips -She is mostly silent but asks you questions about what you are doing at a certain moment, she's curious -She's patient, giving you time to make your art perfect, she knows how hard it can be -She's very supportive when she sees your finished work -"This is lovely!"
Fred:
-"Oh yeah? So my beauty captured you this much?" -He's so happy about it but can help not to tease you -"Are you interested in a more intimate portrait?" -He sits in a confident way, taking a lot of space -He gives you ideas for the drawing, like how he could look good on a broom, or fighting You-Know-Who -After he's done with his jokes he lets you work in silence, just sometimes giggling to himself because of your focused expression -When you sometimes look up at him, he sends you a quick wink -He's very happy when you finish the drawing, he'll show it to his friends -"Thank you, dear, we can repeat this if you want."
George:
-"You got the right twin? Because I am not sharing this position." -He's more mature about this than his twin, but he has it in his nature to make some not-in-place comments -He gives you control, you decide how he sits or holds his hands -He's intrigued by how you work, but stays silent, just looking at you -He hums quietly, gently moving his head, when you tell him to stop moving he winks at you with a smirk, but completes your order -He's moved when he sees your done work, he feels appreciated for him -"Thank you, it's beautiful."
Ginny:
-"That's nice of you." -She doesn't ask a lot of questions, just lets you do your work -She's happy to pose for you, it makes her feel seen -She smiles when you accidentally make a silly face but doesn't point it out -When you're finished she takes a while to admire your work -"It's amazing, thank you."
Luna:
-"I would love to, sitting can be fun too." -She's very calm, listens to your instructions, and is very patient -She asks you how you got to draw, or what inspires you to create, she's nice to have conversations with -She has her glasses on her nose, sitting with her knees to her chest -When you're finished she's very happy -"Oh, it's magnificent. I am so happy to keep it."
Neville:
-"Me? Are you sure?" -He's very self-conscious, and thinks you're doing it out of pity, but you assure him it's not like that -He's very nervous, he doesn't know what to do with his hands, you have to guide him a little bit -He thinks he looks bad at every angle, but you tell him that everything is perfect and that makes him feel a bit more confident -He is so grateful for this art piece, he keeps it close to him at all times -"Wow, that is so pretty, thank you Y/N."
Draco:
-"Why? For what?" -He doesn't feel comfortable with this and is suspicious you have bad intentions -But his pride wins over him and he lets you draw him -He sits proudly with a serious look on his face -He says nothing, just watches you, expecting your work will be not as high as his expectations -But he's shocked when he sees your done work -He keeps it in his room, away from others -"Well that's not as bad as I thought it will be."
Tom:
-"I can agree to that." -He sees this as an opportunity to capture his image for future -He wears his best suit, rings on his fingers, and in his hand a dark book -He sits with his head high, one leg on the other, leaning on the armchair -He doesn't talk but nods his head in approval when you stop drawing for a moment -He's very satisfied with the result and keeps the drawing well hidden -"That is good, thank you for your time."
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inpraizeof · 1 year
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my cherry
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fred weasley x reader
synopsis: the yule ball is coming up, and fred still can’t find the words to ask you to be his date
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fred weasley was your best friend. he was your rock, a star at the end of a once dark tunnel.
it wasnt a surprise when you found yourself looking at him with more fondness, feeling yourself blush whenever he was near. even his own twin brother was catching on, and it seemed like only a matter of time before fred knew.
“my cherry…” fred whispered as he sat down next to you in the common room. you were flipping through a potions study guide when the redhead pulled you from your focus.
“ma chérie.” you corrected, rolling your eyes as you flipped through the page, frustrated that you had lost your concentration.
fred shrugged, “whatever. my cherry sounds better.” he hummed softly and you looked at him, “what do you want?” he normally didn’t linger when you were clearly busy. he obviously had something on his mind.
fred was nervous. he looked at you and smiled softly before he opened his mouth, “y/n, i was wondering if you- would uh-“
the doors of the common room burst open and in poured a column of random students. you and fred both turned to see buck harpis headlining the group. the golden boy from ravenclaw, it was a surprise to see him so dapper in the gryffindor common room. he was holding a huge bouquet of roses and various other flowers, a baggie of chocolate frogs, and a stack of books with a ribbon on it.
you stood up and blushed immediately as you realized buck was here for you.
the crowd of students were his support as buck bowed to you, a huge smile on his face, “darling y/n. my dazzling star in potions, the one who keeps me on my toes during quidditch games, and the only girl i would share my chocolate frogs with, would you do me the honor of attending the yule ball with me?” buck presented the flowers and set the stack of books down on the end table.
the rest of your classmates looked at you as you paused, smiling shyly. you ran to embrace buck, “yes!” and cheers ensued as buck celebrayed with you.
fred felt bile rise up in his throat as he saw the overly dramatic asking to the ball. he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t utterly defeated that you had said yes. of course you did, it was buck harpis, even his sister had a crush on him.
you ran over to him after a professor had told everyone to run along now, dinner was soon.
fred couldn’t help but smile at you, trying to uphold his energy, “wow! what a-“
“i know right!” you interrupted him before he could even say anything. you took a big inhale of the flowers and set them down on the end table. you paused for a moment before you looked at fred, “what were you gonna say earlier?”
fred shook his head and waved a hand, “nothing. go eat, my cherry. i’ll be there soon.” you nodded, not completely sold but you went anyway.
hermione was already warming your seat as you rushed down to the dining hall. she was smiling wide and hugged you, “oh my! i heard. literally i heard the cheers from the library.” she laughed, and ron and harry who were across from you guys, nodded in unison.
you blushed, “yeah. well, it was very romantic.” you tried to play it cool but you felt an internal scream, and even when buck walked past the table, giving you a wave, as he sat down at the ravenclaw table, his friends clapped his back and congratulated him.
although, through your happiness at being asked to the dance, you felt disappointment that fred hadn’t asked you out. he had many chances, the yule ball was next week, so considering that you even got asked out was a bit of a surprise. but buck had mentioned that it took a while to get the books imported from france, all first editions.
george sat down next to you and began to grab food. you raised an eyebrow at the sightless fred, “where’s your brother?”
george pointed to ron and you rolled your eyes, “your twin brother.”
george stuffed a turkey leg into his mouth and shrugged, “said he wanted to clear his head.” that was enough to get you up, and you knew exactly where fred was clearing his head.
the stairs to the ravenclaw observatory winded you. being a quidditch player didn’t seem to help your stamina as fred could hear your wheeze from all the way at the top.
fred was already standing at the top step when you showed up. from the looks of his body language, he was angry.
“what’s wrong?” you asked fred, who scoffed. “what’s wrong?” he mocked your tone and shook his head, “it’s you. it’s him. it’s all wrong.” fred was practically hissing the words out.
you raised your eyebrows, “are you mad? you’re mad that buck asked me to the yule ball?” the questions astounded you. you didn’t even know that fred even cared that much.
“yes! im enraged! why did you say yes? hmm? it’s buck harpis for gods sake! we used to make fun of him during our first year!” fred was yelling now, and you felt yourself flinch slightly.
fred didn’t seem to notice as he shook his head, “i was going to ask you to go with me, before he came into the common room with his conviently cheering crowd.”
“i-“ you faltered for words, but fred shook his head, “i’m sorry that i didn’t do a grand gesture for your attention like he did. im a weasley, im sorry i cant give you what you deserve, y/n.”
you shook your head, “no, you don’t get to do this to me, fred. i- i spent years pining after you, years suffering in your shadow as you dated and paraded yourself around like a whore!” you spat out the last word and you felt your eyes brim with tears, “it’s not my fault that suddenly you figured out how you felt about me.” you stepped back and sniffled, watching fred at a loss for words you continued, “i came up here to comfort you, talk to you and be your friend. i had been so used to being just your friend that now it makes you mad when i ask what’s wrong? i don’t want any part of that if that’s how it’s going to be from now on, passive aggressive behavior. im done, weasley.” you stepped back onto the steps and even though you felt winded, you found yourself practically running down the steps.
fred was heartbroken. all he wanted to do was apologize for being so stupid. how could he be so blind? all these years of loving him and you stayed quiet? yet fred couldn’t take it for merely a day that someone else had asked you out. the immature voice in his head had said that no one had asked you out ever before, why would they now to the dance? but he was wrong, buck was just the one who got lucky.
dancing with buck was a dream, but it wasn’t your perfect dream. the perfect dream was sitting at a table with his last minute date, sulking as he tried not to be obvious to his staring at you and your date. but every so often, you’d find his eyes wandering to yours.
“i’m thirsty.” you muttered to buck and he nodded, “i’ll be back.” and he spun you off the dance floor.
you walked over to fred, who had also conviently sent his date for drinks.
“i need to talk to you.” you whispered and fred got up, reluctantly.
you grabbed fred’s hand and looked behind you as you pulled his just outside the hall.
fred raised his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes. you grabbed his face and kissed him. passionately and roughly as you had always hoped to do. fred fell into the kiss, and grabbed your hands just on top of his, his tongue melted into yours.
it got hot and heavy for a few minutes until you tore yourself off him for some air. “i’ll see you later.” you whispered.
fred gulped, “yeah, of course.” as you walked away he spun you back around, “see you later, ma chérie.” laying another kiss on you, you realized that his french was perfect, and you blushed, opening the door to the great hall.
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imajinxnation · 4 months
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Yule Ball
Harry Potter Boys x FEM!READER
SUMMARY // Your yule ball dress and how the boys react to your astounding beauty😘
TW // Fluff, Poly!Fred&George, FEMALE READER..
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NO INCEST ON FRED & GEORGE'S PART!!🤢🤮
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Harry Potter
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When he first sees you walk into the room, your blood red dress swaying as you walk with confidence, he is stunned into silence. All he can do is give a goofy smile and admire your beauty as speaking is not an option unless he wants to say something embarrassing.
Ron Weasley
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Oh Christ.. As soon as he sees you, it takes his brain a minute to fully comprehend the absolute goddess standing in front of him. When he finally snaps out of his daze, he gives this really dumb laugh and smiles, blushing before looking down at the ground, not wanting you to see him looking like a fool.
Cedric Diggory
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Once he sees you in this gorgeous, innocent yellow coloured dress, he smiles, his hand out for you to take as he asks you to dance with him. He looks cool and calm on the outside.. but he is screaming on the inside at how flawlessly beautiful you look, and also hoping that he won't embarrass himself tonight.
Neville Longbottom
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Most people would probably think he'd be the most foolishly in love out of all the boys, but I disagree. He would smile gently, his eyes lovestruck as always when he sees you. He acts pretty normally around you other than his constant smile. He's not freaking out like the others because, in his eyes, this is how you always look; like a goddess.
Fred & George Weasley
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The fact that you look like an Angel next to these to mischevious demons is no coincidence. All three of you have agreed that your their Angel to their Demon. So when they saw you in this pure white dress, they laughed, knowing what you were going for, while also staring at you with so much love in their eyes.
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dracoxsworld · 10 months
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Heyy, I don’t know if you write for Fred, but if you do could you make one of those “having sex with …” with Fred? Thank youuu 🥰
Warnings: SMUT, SEXUAL CONTENT, 18+
Authors Note: Thank you so much for the request 🥹 These really help
me get the motivation in my brain goin’ lol. I hope you like it <3
Fred Weasley During Sex
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This man.. is very possessive
Not in like a “I’m jealous” type of way but the type of way where he’s insistent to let everyone know that you’re his.
He’s very much into bondage I feel like low key, like either you being tied up or him being tied up he’s just automatically down for it
Given he’s the possessive type, public sex his something he rather enjoys, obviously keeping it low-key and not TOO obvious it’s happening but if there’s a certain witch/wizard who crosses a boundary… he will make sure they know
Man’s loves giving you a nice facial. He loves seeing your face dripping with his cum🫣
One time you both snuck into the Prefects bathroom
You both originally went there to just have a nice, relaxing bath on a Friday evening, he had just had a Quidditch game.
He went underneath the water and you felt his lips kissing you up your inner thigh, he came back to the surface with a smug smile on his face.
“Freddy! Not here,” you moaned from the absence of his touch, but knowing you can’t do anything there
You ended up on his lap, his cock twitching inside of you, bounding on his dick with his hand over your mouth because your moans were so loud.
George always teases you both, he’s under the impression your sex life is rather vanilla, boring and standard. Boy, is he wrong.
This man is allllll about choking. You love it, he loves it. He loves wrapping his hand around your neck while you both make out, you straddling his lap while his one hand is on your neck, the other exploring your body.
The man can never take his hands off of you, actually.
Totally a butt guy. 100%. Even if you think you’re as flat as a pancake, the man loves slapping your ass until it’s red and raw.
While teasing is something you both enjoy, your sex drives are so high and overpowering, you can’t help yourselves but to find the nearest broom closet if you’re in school, or finding *somewhere else* to take care of the frustration.
You once tried to purposefully make him jealous by playfully hitting another peers chest when he told a joke, Fred noticed this and grabbed you by your wrist. He didn’t even take you to a broom closet, he wanted to have you in his bed.
He brought you to his bedroom and immediately unbuckled and took off his trousers and boxers. His cock slapping him in the stomach as he did so.
He throat fucked you, watching as your pretty little eyes flicked up at him. “I wish Cedric could see this, love,” He moaned out. “His secret crush, on her knees for me, as my cock is fucking her pretty little throat.” He sneered, his head falling back.
“Fuck. Baby girl this is where you belong. Right here.” He said, gripping your hair. You moaned at his words.
Of course, it’s not all about him.
One time you wore a particularly smaller skirt to class, it was from the year before, and you had a growth spurt since, so it was a bit small on you.
At the end of the day, Fred sent you a note to meet him at his dorm room, so you did.
Immediately when you entered the door he picked you up by your waist, your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, causing your skirt to ride up exposing your ass.
Fred took this as an opportunity to of course grip dat ass
He loves fucking you, of course, but oral sex is his fave. He loves eating you out, and licking you clean afterwards *particularly* when you wear a skirt, because ya know, easy access.
Aftercare. Is soooo important to him.
Cuddling, taking a bath, doing your face care for you, boy really knows how to fix you up after he absolutely destroyed you.
Honestly so sweet, he always asks “I made you cum, right?” or, “Did i hurt you at all?” or “You know I love you so much, babygirl. You did so so good for me.”
Yeah, he’s pretty great 🫶
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jellyfishbeansontoast · 7 months
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⭒ luke's diner - fred weasley & switching positions with the other when walking down a busy sidewalk because you feel the need to keep the other safe
this is like genuinely one of the cutest things ive ever written i think
Molly had always joked that someone should put a warning label on both you and Fred as your combined clumsiness makes for some interesting disasters. Most of your errors come from being so giddy in love with Fred but if anyone asks you’re just as naturally clumsy as he is. 
You’d met Fred outside his shop in Diagon Alley, unfortunately at the same time as everyone else had decided to go for lunch too. Battling the crowds was difficult enough on your own, let alone trying to keep track of your boyfriend.                                          
You clutch at his arm, desperate not to lose him. Fred wraps his arm around your shoulder, tucking you into his side, pulling you closer to him. “Where do you wanna eat?” he asks, weaving his way through a large group of people. 
“Ice cream?” you ask lacing your fingers with his. 
“For lunch?” 
“I’m sure there’s lunch flavoured ice creams.” he snorts in response. 
“You can’t convince me to try that roast beef flavoured ice cream again.” 
You’re too busy remembering the moment to notice the group of people stopped looking at something right in front of you, too distracted to notice you either. Fred grabs your shoulders with both hands, steering you round so you’re now under his other arm. “Too busy thinking?” you can hear the laugh in his voice, throwing him a sheepish grin in response. “Gotta watch out, can’t have my girl running into the back of people.”
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🔎 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - a dare or bet trope with Fred x fem!nonGryffindor!reader
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A Dare or a Set-up
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If there was one thing that Hogwarts never failed to have aside from magic, brooms and trouble - it was the parties. 
Most of these parties were held by the infamous Weasley twins. A majority of people couldn’t tell them apart. But Y/N could. 
The twins teased you that the only reason why you could tell them apart was because you were in Ravenclaw. But the truth is, you were able to tell them apart because you found Fred more handsome, more funnier and (probably biased) more sweeter than his twin.
It wasn’t mainly on the appearance, but the way you felt around a certain one of them. 
“Special delivery!” Your best friend sat by the Ravenclaw table, brandishing a folded up parchment. 
“Another love letter?” You asked, pouring yourself another glass of pumpkin juice, “Who’s it from?” 
Your best friend shook her head, “It’s for you.” 
You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Me?” 
Your best friend nodded, “Yes. You.” 
Still confused, you took the parchment from her and slowly unfolded it.
Though written in some sort of chicken-scratch handwriting, the letter was surprisingly legible. But what surprised you the most, was the fact that it was from Fred Weasley.
“What?” Y/B/F/N said excitedly, running to the other side of the table to take a look at the letter. 
“It says that he personally invites me to the party this weekend and I should feel free to bring along my friends.” You whisper-shouted excitedly. 
Y/B/F/N smiled, nudging you, “He’s looking at you.” 
Looking up, Fred was indeed looking at you - awaiting your reaction. Once your eyes had come to meet his, he grinned.
Returning the smile, you looked back down at the piece of parchment in your hand. 
“So,” Y/B/F/N said, nudging you again, “will you attend?” 
“Of course.” You promptly answered, “Who would possibly be crazy enough to turn down a personal invitation from Fred Weasley, himself?” 
The first thing that met you upon opening the door of the abandoned classroom was the lights. 
Someone had, somehow, managed to acquire a muggle disco ball that decorated the walls with multi-color lights. 
You failed to recognize the music, though, somewhat a mix of rock and pop.
Your best friend had disappeared from your side the moment the two of you entered the room, very typical of her. 
Walking through the room, you tried to find her (and probably give her an earful) when you suddenly felt someone collide with you.
Both of you apologized at the same time and it wasn’t until that moment that you got a good look at the person you bumped into.
Despite the darkness of the room, it didn’t take a genius to see who it was. The red hair, the charming smile, the cinnamon and firewood smell.
“Fred.” You said, giving the Gryffindor a smile.
“Y/N.” He countered, smile still not leaving his lips.
“So, how’re you liking the party?” He asked.
You smiled, “It’s amazing! I knew you threw great parties but I didn’t know you could do all this.”
“Well, George and I do love a challenge.” Fred said. 
Taking another look around, you nodded, “Looks like you and George really gave it your all.”
Before anything else could be said, you heard Y/B/F/N call out your names.
“Fred! Y/N! C’mon, we’re playing truth or dare.”
That’s how the two of you ended up in a circle with the rest of your friends, an enchanted bottle in the middle.
Truth or Dare was just a harmless muggle teenage game, right? Nothing could absolutely go wrong with this.
How wrong you were with that notion.
The bottle spun around the circle before coming to a stop, pointing towards Y/B/F/N. 
A girl you didn’t recognize gave your best friend a smile, “Truth or dare?” 
“Truth.” Y/B/F/N answered confidently. 
“What was the most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of the person you fancy?” The girl asked. 
Y/B/F/N’s cheeks quickly turned pink at the question, “I’d rather not say.” 
The girl nudged a shot glass towards her and Y/B/F/N downed it in one gulp.
The bottle was spun twice more, landing on Angelina then a guy from Hufflepuff and this time, it landed directly on Fred. 
George his twin a toothy grin, “What’s it going to be, Freddie?” 
The older twin grew silent for a moment, before saying, “Dare.” 
No surprise in that.
George’s grin even wider, “I dare you…to kiss the prettiest girl in this circle.” 
You felt the heat growing in your cheeks as Fred glanced at you.
The ginger stood up, gaze still fixated on you as he went through with the dare. 
Next thing you knew, he was kneeling right in front of you.
“Can I?” He asked, voice merely above a whisper. 
It was as if your brain had malfunctioned as you could voice out the answer, only managing to nod.
His lips were pressed against you, cheers echoing within the circle you were sitting in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, returning the affection with the same vigor.
No words were exchanged, only the two of you smiling at each other like the most lovesick idiots (which you were).
Y/B/F/N suddenly clapped her hands together, startling the two of you, “Let’s leave these lovebirds alone now, our work here is done.” 
“This was a set-up?” You and Fred asked at the same time. 
“What else did you think it was?” George chuckled. 
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quillfulwhimsyverse · 29 days
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The Act of Faking
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Summary: George is not talking to Fred, and the only way Fred thinks this can be salvageable by faking a relationship with you. Or when you hear his request - faking him having feelings for you.
Warnings: Angst towards the end.
A/N: I am literally going to kill myself. I had a plan for this to be the perfect slowed paced slow burn, were relationship builds slowly and beautifully but then I just ran out of ideas and this is what happened. And to remind you - English is not my first language so most of the times I just stared at the page trying to come up with different descriptions rather than using the ones everybody knows by heart. So I am sorry. Please enjoy.
P.S I am very sad that I found out about the "5 Acts of Play " stature at the end of writing this one-shot. I could've used it to make the story more interesting. But oh fucking well… _______________________________
One thing that everybody in Hogwarts knew, - the Weasley twins were always together. One never went anywhere without another. They also never had any serious arguments, only slight disagreements that seemed to be forgotten pretty soon after.  
That was why you currently frowned looking at the door. Fred came into the Great Hall looking tired, confused and disappointed to say the least. You closed your book, your interest peaking. He only looked like that when he'd gotten himself into detention that overlaps with Quidditch practice. 
‘So what happened to you?’ you asked as Fred moved to sit in front of you at the Gryffindor table. He looked really upset. ‘Prank gone wrong?’
‘No, I wish tho.’ He sighed. ‘It’s George. I haven’t had a single conversation with him for what seems like days.’ 
‘You never fight.’ you mentioned, as Fred was taking a gulp of juice from your glass. 
"We haven’t gotten into a fight, Y/N, he just dumbly avoids me. When I try to talk to him, he mumbles something about guilt trips and at the next moment he’s gone.’ He started fidgeting with his wand. 
‘How come? Why would he “guilt trip”?’
“Well our dear best friend, Geroge,” Fred mumbled irritably, for a moment you thought he might snap, “had gotten himself a girlfriend, bet you didn’t know that, right?” you only nodded. “Well apparently nobody knew, including me.”
“Yeah…” you bit your lip. “I still don’t see what the problem is.”
“I will tell you what the problem is… The problem is that I accidentally caught him snogging Angelina off in the Quidditch pitch.” You looked at him trying not to show too much emotion. “That wanker wanted to keep it a secret, because he thought I might get hurt.”
“Well, I kinda understand why he kept it a secret.” You waited for his reaction, but he only looked at you blankly, waiting for you to continue. “Weren’t you, like, in love with her a couple of years ago?”
“Yeah, so?” he shook his head. “ I was, that’s the point, Y/N. Was. I am not. Not anymore. I wouldn’t care if they got married tomorrow.” He rested his head in his hands, slowly massaging his forehead. 
“Have you told him this?” 
“Yeah… Like a dozen bloody times. He doesn’t believe me, though. Says “I am only saying this to make him feel better.” How many times, do ya reckon, I would have to repeat this to make him believe it?”  
“Hmmm..” you thought for a second. “Just give him a bit of time, maybe that will solve something?” you suggested. 
“Just give him time…” he repeated your words to you. “How do you assume I should do that? With the Christmas holiday upcoming? Although, I think he would rather spend the whole time with the gnomes instead of me in the same room.” 
You stayed silent for a moment. Now that you have thought about it, you haven’t seen George for a couple of days too. 
“But.” Fred lifted his eyebrows and took a deep breath.” I have a little plan.” He quickly reached for his bag and pulled a letter out of it. “ This morning I got a letter from my mother, about my bad behavior in class and yada yada yada, but she did mention inviting you to stay over during holidays. And this, dear Y/N, sparked a thought in me.” 
You shifted uncomfortably on the bench. 
“You and I,” he pointed towards you and then towards himself. “We are going to fake being in a relationship. Over your stay at The Burrow.”
“Fred.” you snapped quickly. “You’re crazy.” 
“Why? I mean, it’s a good plan. Angelina will be going home during holidays, and George will be forced to be with his family instead, and we’re going to pull a little show for him, just enough, so he would drop this stupid avoidance game he is playing.” 
You frowned at your best friend. 
“You have a perfect opportunity to talk to him during the holidays and you want to spend it playing a pretend game?” you ask him as he nods. “Yeah, well there is a slight problem in your plan. We have never ever acted romantically towards each other, and George isn’t so stupid, he won’t believe it. He spent so much time with both of us together, so he will notice that there’s just no spark, or whatever.” 
“That is exactly where you are going to help me,” he stated. “Your mother is muggle, right? You mentioned once that she is really into those romantic books muggle people read? What do you call them? Noveelies?” 
“Novels, Fred.” 
“Yeah, whatever, not the point. You said you were into them when you were younger. So what I’m trying to say is that you will help me put this act together, so it looks convincing.”
You look agape at him. 
“You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?”
“I had too much time on my hands with my brother successfully avoiding me, I’ve even opened the Transfiguration book a couple of times out of boredom. Closed it pretty soon after, it was even more boring than doing absolutely nothing.” 
“Still, Fred, no. It’s your whole family that will notice this as well and I don’t want to lie to Molly. And anyways, how would explain the sudden break up after the Holidays. And… Oh my god… Ron and Ginny will literally tease me to death. This is a really stupid plan, Fred, no one is going to believe it anyway. Just think of something else, I dunno, talk to Angie and make her help you out or something.”
“How am I supposed to talk to Angelina when she is almost always with George nowadays? I knew you would think the plan is stupid, but look - you are my best friend, right? I know you inside out, it would be much easier to pretend we’re in love.”
You look skeptically at him. You wanted to help him, you really did, but this plan was bound to fail one way or another. You very well knew how he flirts and acts with other girls, the last thing you wanted - to accidentally fall for him for his stupid act. 
“No.” You started packing your book into your bag, not looking at him.
“Then at least let me act as if I had fallen for you, you won’t have to do anything, just help me out to put the act together, so it looks convincing enough for George, c’mon, Y/N, you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” You let your eyelids fall a little more over your eyes while he speaks. “It’s either this or I am going to do something even more stupid.” 
You let your head lull back.
“Alright.” you sight. “But.” You quickly state. “Embarrass me, Weasley, and you will have two people not talking to you.” He rolls his eyes and then determinedly looks at you. 
“Okay, so how am I supposed to pull this off?” You look at him in frustration. “What? I need step by step guidance.”
“I am gonna tell you this once. You miss it, I won’t repeat it. It is extremely stupid and why do I even… Aren’t you like a huge flirt and tease? Why would I need to teach you how…” He gave you a warning look and you shut yourself up real quick. “Oh, for Merlin's sake, okay.” 
He nodded. You gave yourself a moment to think it through, and he let you, keeping everything he wanted to say to himself. 
“Because this will be coming from literally nowhere, you must be really subtle at first.” He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him. “ I know, you don’t know how to be subtle, so just gaze at me from time to time during the dinner or whenever you’ll be sure George notices.” 
“So all I have to do is just look at you from time to time?”
“No, you muppet. I called it a gaze for a reason. You know? Staring at someone you find admiring?” He slightly shook his head, his ginger hair falling over his brown eyes. “Or just someone you find unbelievably pretty?” He still looked at you a bit dumbfounded. “Fred, you do it when you think about Quidditch and pranks.” He smirked, red tinting his cheeks. 
“Okay, loverrr…” you deliberately said the last word as slowly as possible, teasing him intentionally, hoping he might have a change of heart and call this plan off.  “We will call this “Act Number One.” In case you fail convincing George with this one, we will move on to the “Act Number Two.” Where you will seek close proximity.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Step over the line with this one, Fred, and I will hex you.” 
He raises his hand into the air. “Whatever you’ll say, Ma’am.” 
“You will have to be subtle with this too. Otherwise it will just be whatever you do here, in Hogwarts on a daily basis. Try to sit next to me when the dinner is ready, try and fix my hair slightly or something, you will figure it out as you go.Then there is gonna be “Act Number Three”, I believe, you will need no assistance on this one - teasing. No comment on this one. I think this should do the job.”  You look at him blankly, something about this makes you irritated and anxious. 
“And what if after all of this, he still won’t be on no speaking terms with me?” 
“Then an actor's career won't be suitable for you.” 
Act Nr. 1
Your stay at The Burrow began shortly after the plan was devised. You had urged Fred to attempt a conversation with George before enacting the plan, and in the presence of Molly and Arthur, all appeared well between the brothers, they even shared a joke about Ron’s owl Gigwidgeon. However, once left alone, their relationship reverted to its former state. And you knew that it was a matter of hours before Freds attempt at Act One.
And indeed, your prediction proved accurate. The scene unfolded during dinner, just as you had anticipated. While engaged in conversation with Ginny, who sat to your right, Arthur kindly addressed you, prompting you to look left, up at him.
“Y/N, Fred shared the fact that your mother is a muggle,” you nodded looking at him. “How fascinating.” Arthur remarked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I recently got a hold on this little thing..” he reached for his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “What exactly is this?” He held it with the tips of his thumb and forefinger as if it was a little wand. “I’ve seen it ignite flames. Is it some sort of muggle magic wand, huh?”
You couldn't help but giggle at Arthur's question, but your attention soon shifted to Molly, who cast her husband a warning glance. Unbeknownst to you, Fred's focus shifted to you, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he observed the interaction. 
“Not quite, Mr. Weasley,” you replied with a smile. “It's called a cigarette. It contains an addictive substance called nicotine, which people often smoke to alleviate stress or tension.”
“Really, Dad,” Bill interjected with a laugh, “Mum will be reaching for one of those every time you mention something from the Muggle world at the dinner table.”
Suddenly, Fred erupted into laughter, his eyes dancing with amusement as he directed his gaze towards you. “Well, would you look at that,” he exclaimed, drawing the attention of everyone at the table, yet his eyes were locked on you. “Our dear Y/N, the epitome of innocence, enlightening our dear old Dad about the vices of the Muggle realm.”
You shook slightly, your eyes widening a bit. What was he doing? But he only laughed at your widened eyes, the mischievous glint in his eyes indicating that he was teasing you, trying to uplift the mood at the table.
As the Weasleys' laughter filled the room, you felt a warmth spread through you, despite the slight embarrassment of being the center of attention. 
Ginny shot Fred a knowing look, her lips curling into a smirk. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves a bit too much," she teased, earning another round of laughter from the group.
Fred caught your confused look as you were about to mouth him to watch what he’s doing, but he only winked at you. 
After the dinner you jumped quickly on your legs to help Molly. When you went to roll up your sleeves to wash the dishes, Molly quickly stopped you with a light touch and smiled kindly. “Honey, the magic will take care of that, go ahead and rest on the couch with everybody.” She rushed you to the living room. 
You turned back to look at the rest of the family: Arthur was explaining to Bill about some corruption that involved the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts Wizarding Bank; Ron and George were playing the wizards chess on the floor and by the look on George's face - Ron was winning. Ginny picked up a plate of cookies, murmuring that these were Percy’s favorite, so she had to offer some of him, so he wouldn’t starve himself to death with whatever he was doing as an exemplary Head Boy; and Fred seemed nowhere to be found. 
You turned back to Molly. “My mother always said that magic was too precious to use it on simple daily tasks, that could simply be managed by humans.” She smiled gently at you and her eyes lifted a bit from your eyes. 
At that exact moment you felt a heavy chins presence on your right shoulder. You turned your head towards it to see Fred's untidy red hair that was brushing your cheek slightly.
"Fred," you greeted softly, turning your head to meet his gaze.
His brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned down at you. 
"Hey there," he whispered, his voice low and intimate despite the bustling room around you.
A sense of ease washed over you in his company, a feeling you'd grown accustomed to over the years of friendship. 
"Thought I'd join the party," he quipped, his breath warm against your ear.
“Go rest, you two,” Molly interrupted, “while I go and see where to lay you, Y/N. I hope you sharing a room with Ginny would be alright.” 
“It’s perfectly fine. Thank you, Molly.” 
Fred feigned a dramatic sigh, before nudging you gently towards the living room. 
“You are not following the plan, Fred, you ran over all of the acts in one day.” you scolded him, but he laughed loudly. 
“Y/N, darling, when was I ever following the rules?” 
Act Nr. 2
For a couple of days, the plan appeared to be on hold. The Weasley children found themselves occupied with various tasks around The Burrow, and you willingly lent a hand wherever needed.
Whether it was assisting Molly with preparing meals in the bustling kitchen, helping Arthur mend a fence in the ramshackle backyard, or joining Ron and Ginny in tending to the garden, you immersed yourself in the daily rhythm of life at The Burrow. Once or twice you caught Fred gazing at you while he took a little break to drink some water or just to catch a breath. 
However after the evening to a hold on the house and everybody seemed to be resting, gathered in the cozy living room of The Burrow, Fred subtly initiated Act Nr. 2 of the plan. With George engrossed in a conversation with Ron about Quidditch tactics, Fred seized the opportunity to position himself strategically closer to you on the worn-out couch.
With a casual yet deliberate movement, he shifted slightly, allowing his arm to brush against yours. You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow in silent amusement at his subtle maneuver. His response was a barely perceptible smirk, a silent acknowledgment of his progress in the plan. 
Every now and then, he would lean in slightly, as if to share a secret or a whispered joke, his breath tickling your ear. Each time, you couldn't help but smile at his playful antics, a silent agreement between you to maintain the facade of blossoming feelings.
Just then, George's voice cut through the jovial atmosphere, interrupting the conversation about Quidditch tactics. "Oi, Fred," he called out, his tone tinged with a hint of mischief. "You're looking a bit too comfortable there, mate. Planning on falling asleep, are you?"
Fred's smirk widened, as if he had anticipated this exchange beforehand. He shot a playful glance at George, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Can't blame a bloke for seeking a bit of comfort, can you?" he retorted, his tone light-hearted.
George chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "Well, just don't go drooling on her shoulder, mate," he teased, earning a round of laughter from the others in the room.
You couldn't help but join in the laughter, though you felt a slight flush creeping up your cheeks at the playful banter. Fred's proximity and the teasing exchange sent a pleasant warmth coursing through you, despite the teasing scrutiny of the Weasley twins.
Although, ironically, as the evening wore on, the warmth of the fire and the gentle hum of conversation lulled you into a comfortable state of relaxation. Despite your best efforts to stay alert and engaged in the lively discussion, the cozy ambiance of The Burrow proved too inviting, and you found your eyelids growing heavy.
Unbeknownst to you, Fred noticed the subtle droop of your head as you began to nod off, a small smile playing on his lips at the sight. He leaned closer, discreetly adjusting his position to offer you more support, ensuring you were comfortable.
Meanwhile, George shot Fred a knowing grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he observed your gradual descent into sleep. "Looks like someone's had a long day," he remarked sotto voce, his tone filled with gentle jest.
Fred nodded in agreement, his gaze softening as he watched you drift off into slumber, a sense of warmth and protectiveness washing over him. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for you, his best friend, as he silently vowed to ensure you rested undisturbed for the remainder of the evening. 
That was how Act Number two acted out. 
Act Nr. 3?
You were seated on the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in your hands, lost in thought as you gazed out the window. You sent Molly off from the kitchen.
Outside, Molly stood with her hands on her hips, a hint of exasperation evident in her flushed face. Before her, Ginny, George and Bill exchanged mischievous grins, their laughter ringing out like bells in the crisp winter air.
“Are you two crazy? No scarves, no hats on. You are going to get sick.” She urged her children to get back in and dress properly for the weather. 
In a moment of playful rebellion, George scooped up a handful of snow and molded it into a perfectly packed snowball. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he took aim and let it fly, intending to playfully tease his mother.
But fate had other plans.
In a twist of irony, just as Molly turned to face her son, the snowball found its mark, striking her squarely in the face with an unexpected impact. Time froze for a moment, the air thick with disbelief, before erupting into uproarious laughter, Molly's angry face told them enough and they all turned to get back inside. 
“Had a good night's sleep, Y/n?” George's voice rang out as he entered through the door, his laughter trailing behind him like a mischievous echo. He shook his hair, sending a flurry of snow cascading onto the floor, much to Molly's disapproval.
Your cheeks flushed slightly as you slid off from the table, reaching for the teapot and mugs to distract yourself. "Alright," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, though your embarrassment spoke volumes.
"Only alright? I thought Fred tucked you in quite nicely." George's laughter filled the room, rich and hearty, as he winked at you. His playful jab struck a nerve, eliciting a mixture of amusement and discomfort. You turned away, feeling the weight of his teasing words lingering in the air, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within you.
As soon as they all settled down to enjoy a cup of tea, you seized the opportunity to slip away, making a beeline for Fred's whereabouts. But as you ascended up the stairs, he was going down, so you practically ran into each other.
"Oh, good," you exhaled, relief flooding through you at the sight of him. "I was looking for you."
Fred's smirk widened as he halted on the step above  you, closing the distance between you almost imperceptibly. "Slept well?" he inquired, his tone laced with amusement.
Your brow furrowed slightly as you struggled to articulate your thoughts, the urgency to convey your concerns  before the family downstairs didn’t get any ideas as to why you were standing on the stairs a moment too long. "Yeah, look," you began, your words tumbling out in a rush. "Why won’t you give this plan a little break? You seem to be talking again with George, and with the plan advancing at this pace, soon enough everybody will be asking about the relationship that doesn't exist."
"Darling, breathe," Fred intervened, his hands gently finding purchase on your shoulders as he chuckled. "You only fell asleep on me, so what? You’ve done this a million times in the common room, what’s the difference? But if you want to give it a breather, it’s fine too," he reassured, his expression softening with understanding.
However, instead of finding solace in his words, you recoiled slightly, evading his touch as you took a step back. His hands fell away from your shoulders, hanging awkwardly in the space between you as you sidestepped past him, eager to retreat to the safety of Ginny and your shared bedroom. 
Fred's brow furrowed in concern as he watched you retreat, a pang of unease tugging at his heart. He hadn't anticipated that his attempt to reassure you would only seem to exacerbate your anxiety. For a fleeting moment, he considered reaching out to you again, wanting to offer further comfort, but he held back, sensing that you needed space.
Meanwhile, you hurriedly made your way to the bedroom you shared with Ginny, seeking refuge from the whirlwind of emotions that had been stirred up by your encounter with Fred. Once inside the familiar space, you sat on your bed burying your face in your hands, closing your eyes briefly as you attempted to steady your breathing.
You have indeed fallen asleep on each of the twins at least ten twenty times during your years at Hogwarts. And not once has the teasing afterwards bother you, but something about today sent you reeling. You were blushing madly and wished that that would stop. Maybe the whole plan you helped to build, was turning against you, and each, and every time Fred paid attention to you, finally started playing with your head. 
You promised yourself to be a little more careful after that. 
Act Nr. 4 - the improvised part. 
The same night, you were roused from sleep by a gentle hand shaking your shoulder.
“Hey, Y/N, you up?” Fred's voice, soft and filled with excitement, whispered through the darkness as he continued to shake you awake.
You groaned in annoyance, feeling disoriented from being pulled out of sleep. “What is it?” you muttered, your voice tinged with irritation.
“Remember that star we told you about? The one me and George discovered last summer?” Fred's tone was eager, like a child on Christmas morning, and you realized where this was headed.
“Yeah,” you replied, still half-asleep and struggling to grasp why he was waking you up in the middle of the night for a star.
“Well, come on. I found it again,” he urged, his excitement palpable even in the dim light of the room.
You hesitated, feeling reluctant to leave the warmth of your bed for a star. “Why would you wake me up for a star, Fred? It's just a star,” you grumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
But Fred was undeterred, his enthusiasm contagious as he handed you a pair of special goggles and gently grasped your wrist, guiding you outside into the chilly night air.
“Put these on and look straight up from where you're standing,” he instructed, his grip firm yet gentle as he positioned you in the right spot.
With a sigh, you relented, slipping the enchanted goggles over your eyes and following Fred's guidance. As you gazed upward, your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you.
The darkness of the night sky was transformed into a mesmerizing display of swirling colors, reminiscent of oil puddles reflecting light from muggle cars. It reminded you of the evening sky as the sun finally starts to set, bringing out the most vivid colors. The bright colors danced and twirled around in the  star and all around it, creating an ethereal display that seemed to defy explanation. Shades of deep indigo melted into vibrant hues of sapphire and emerald, while streaks of crimson and gold streaked across the dark sky.
“Pretty, ain’t it?” asked Fred while you watched the view in silence. You took the goggles off and looked up again, seeing only small, little stars shining above you. “Well the other ones do not look that extraordinary, but somehow that one does. And it comes up like three  or four times a year. It’s a miracle it came up over your stay here.” 
You turned to look at him. “It's really beautiful, Fred. I’m glad you woke me up.” 
He gently stroked your arms to make you a little bit warmer as you continued to shake due to the cold of the winter's night. 
When Fred retrieved back into his room, he smiled like a dumbass. When you got back inside you asked him if he had named that star and with a gentle smile he asked you to come up with a name for it. 
“Where have you been?” Apparently George wasn’t asleep when Fred got back, and curiosity won over George.  
“Out.” 
“You showed her the star, didn’t you?” George chuckled slightly when his brother removed his clothing and fell backwards into his bed. “I noticed it appeared again yesterday.”
“I might have done that, yes.” Fred admitted with a sheepish grin.
George laughed. “Told her what you named it?” 
“No, that would’ve been a bit embarrassing.” 
George laughed loudly but then quickly stopped, before waking the whole house up. “You're  hopeless, man. But I am happy for you.” 
Fred quickly turned his head to look at his brother, even though through the dark he could only make out his silhouette. “So? Are you back on speaking terms with me?” 
“Yeah, mate,” George chuckled, “I realized I was being dumb.”
Fred was happy. He genuinely was, but something about coming back to terms with his brother stopped him from feeling completely pleased with the situation. 
Act Nr. 5
Act 5 unfolded on a brisk afternoon a couple of days later. The sun was casting long shadows across the snow-dusted grounds of The Burrow. The Weasleys were involved in their own activities. You specifically were interested in another bewitched muggle artifact Arthur promptly told you about, then he went on reading the letter from the Ministry again, completely forgetting about telling you anything afterwards.  So you sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in a book. As you finally coughed up to where you left off, Fred entered the room with a lopsided grin.
"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, his voice warm and inviting.
You glanced up from your book, offering him a small smile in return. "Hey, Fred. What's up?"
"I was thinking," he began, his tone casual yet tinged with excitement, "why don't we take a walk outside? It's a perfect day for it."
Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. "A walk? Now?"
Fred nodded eagerly. "Yeah, come on. It'll be fun. We can explore the woods behind The Burrow. I heard there's a hidden clearing with the most amazing view."
Despite your initial skepticism, you found yourself unable to resist Fred's infectious enthusiasm. With a shrug, you closed your book and rose from the table. "Alright, why not? Lead the way."
As you ventured into the woods together, Fred regaled you with stories and anecdotes, his laughter echoing through the trees. With each step, you felt yourself relaxing in his company.
Eventually, you reached the hidden clearing Fred had mentioned, and you couldn't help but gasp in awe at the breathtaking view before you. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the landscape, while a gentle breeze whispered through the trees.
"It's beautiful," you murmured, your eyes scanning the scenery.
Fred grinned, his gaze fixed on you. "Not as beautiful as you," he replied softly.
You froze, your heart skipping a beat at his words. But before you could respond, George's voice rang out from behind you.
"Hey, lovebirds!" he called, his tone teasing. "What are you two up to?"
Your confusion turned to disappointment as you realized that Fred's affectionate words were likely just another one of his improvised acts. With a forced smile, you turned to face your friend, masking your disappointment behind a facade of nonchalance.
"Just enjoying the view," you replied, your voice lacking its usual warmth.”Care to join?”
As George joined you in the clearing, the moment between you and Fred faded into the background, leaving you grappling with the lingering sting of disappointment and confusion.
As the days passed quickly in The Burrow, the atmosphere seemed to settle into a familiar rhythm, apart from that, the twins seemed to get back into their close relationship, which made you extremely happy. 
Once or twice Fred would act out your made up plan and gaze at you during the day at dinner or whenever you were near each other. You, of course, didn’t expect anything more than that, understanding that now the two brothers were back to their old selves and your interactions with Fred were purely out of keeping the act just for George. But that did not change the fact that the shift happened within you. You spend more and more time thinking how everything will play out in the end when you get back to Hogwarts. How you will be sitting there, in the common room, pretending not to notice how Fred flirts with other girls and then returns to you to boast about it. This held a tight grip over your heart, making your chest feel heavy. 
There you were, sitting on the couch, watching Ron make the wrong move and lose his bishop in the process, Ginny bobbing her head happily whilst laying on the ground.  
“George just now told me that you don’t know how to play chess,” Fred sat down next to you, accidentally knocking several chess figures of the ground. 
“OIII!” Ron shouted. “Watch what you’re doing.” 
“Sorry, mate.” Fred laughed and dramatically reached for the queen on the ground and put it back on board in the wrong spot. “Y/N?”
“Hmm?” You turned to him, shifting back from your thoughts to reality. 
Fred raised his eyebrow and laughed. “What were you thinking so deeply about? Me?” he teased and you felt his hand reach for your own. As he tried to intervene your fingers together you quickly pulled your arm away from him and stood up. No matter how angry this made you, you tried not to give it away.  You felt sickened to your stomach. The action was small. But for some reason it was enough for you. This went too far, the act he was doing and suddenly there was no going back, everything went from too early to too late to stop this stupid lie, and the only thing you dreaded for - happened. It was your own fault, you agreed to this.
“Just remembered, I haven’t reached out for my parents for a while now,” you mumbled and left the room to actually write to your parents and ask if you could get back home from The Burrow earlier than planned. 
The Finale 
You were folding your clothes and putting them back in your trunk, while Ginny watched you from her bed. 
“Did they really ask you to go back home?” She asked once again in disbelief. You nodded. “They always let you stay as long as you want.”
“Yeah, I guess something happened back home.” You lied without looking back up at her. 
“Did you tell Fred? That you’re going back home?” She sat up, while you stopped packing and thought for a moment whether you should tell her the truth. “You haven’t,” she said, quite shocked. “Why? The boy’s going to go mad.” 
“I really don’t think so,” you mumbled.
“But he will tho,” spoke George standing in between the door, his arms crossed on his chest, he looked disappointed. 
You paused, feeling the weight of George's words sinking in. Despite your efforts to convince yourself otherwise, deep down, you knew he was right. Fred would indeed be affected by your departure, you were his best friend, nevertheless. 
Ginny shot her twin a sympathetic glance before turning back to you. "He's right, you know. Fred may not show it, but he'll definitely be upset."
You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt gnawing at your conscience. "I know," you admitted reluctantly. "But I need to sort things out back home."
“No, you don’t.” Said George again firmly. He looked quite mad now. “Considering the fact that it was you, who asked your parents to go back home early, not the other way around.”
“Uhmm… How do you?...” You stammered, caught off guard by George's accusation. His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and disbelief.
Ginny's expression softened, her eyes filled with concern as she glanced between you and George. "George, calm down," she interjected gently, trying to diffuse the tension that crackled in the room.
But George remained undeterred, his gaze fixed firmly on you. "How do I know?" he repeated, his voice low and intense. "Because you accidentally used the quill we use for pranks. It creates two messages as it writes, one to your recipient, second to its owner,  and that would be me and Fred, only I got the hold of the message first.”
You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed. 
“Then,” George continued, “I assumed Fred had done something stupid once again and pressed him until he told me everything, And when I say everything, I mean it. Merlin's beard, Y/N, I thought Fred was daft, but turns out this friendship with us made you daft too.”
“Ummmm?” Ginny interrupted. “Mind to elaborate a little bit?” 
Ginny's interruption brought a momentary pause to the tense atmosphere in the room. George sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words.
"Well," he began, glancing at you briefly before continuing, "apparently our dear Y/N here concocted a plan to get Fred and me talking again. She thought we needed a little nudge to mend our relationship, so she came up with this whole scheme of them faking a relationship."
Ginny's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You did what?" she exclaimed, turning to you with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.
“First of all,” you raised your finger angrily at George, “ it wasn’t my idea, Fred came up with it. Secondly, it wasn’t a fake relationship,” you said angrily, “it was for you to believe he had feelings for me so you would drop your stupid not talking to Fred phase, because you thought he was still in love with your girlfriend. So in the end, who is to blame?” you asked him. 
Ginny looked from you to George. She was sitting dumbfounded, and if it wasn’t for the angry looks on your and George's faces, she would’ve started laughing. 
“Okay, it was stupid, I agree with you,” George mumbled. “But you're as thick as it gets, Y/N.”
“Why am I the thick one?” 
“Because you actually thought Fred would fake having feelings for you,” these words from George stung like a slap in the face, the truth of them hitting you harder than you anticipated. You felt a surge of embarrassment and hurt wash over you, realizing how naively you had fallen for Fred's act. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Even Ginny’s mouth fell open. 
“George…” she murmured silently. 
“What? Wasn’t he like in love with her for a couple of years?” He said angrily. “And then you,” he pointed towards you, “went on and let him continue this charade and now because you can’t take it anymore, you’re leaving. Of course this is going to upset him.”
You tried to say something, you really tried, but words just did not form inside your head. 
Thank the spirits, cause it was Ginny who spoke after. “No, George, wait. I don’t think she knew.” 
You met Ginny's eyes, grateful for her unwavering support in this moment of turmoil. 
“I… I didn’t know,” you finally managed to utter, your voice barely above a whisper, but each word weighed heavy with sincerity. “I didn’t realize... I thought...” Your voice trailed off, the words catching in your throat as you struggled to articulate the whirlwind of emotions that churned within you. “I genuinely thought that he was doing it for you. I was leaving because I didn’t want to…” the words died out from your mouth and you didn’t finish your sentence. 
“I didn’t want to end up hurt afterwards. I assumed he only saw me as his best friend and the act would die out eventually when we got back to Hogwarts.” 
The snort from George interrupted the silence that followed after your sentence. “You and Fred must be two of the dumbest people I know. Y/N, he named a star after you, you were more than his best friend for a while now.” 
“Oi, mate, not nice to throw me under the bus like that,”  Fred quipped, entering the room with a lopsided grin.
You turned to him, quite in shock. 
“And I think this is our cue to leave,” said Ginny gently, sending a wink to you and grabbing George by his forearm to lead him out of the room. 
“Complete idiots,” George managed to yell whilst leaving. 
Fred chuckled, stepping closer to you. "Ignore him, love. He's just jealous because he hasn't named a star after anyone yet."
“I am extremely confused, Fred.” 
Fred's grin softened into a gentle smile as he reached out to take your hand in his and intervene your fingers together. He smiled as you let him. "I know, Y/N. It's been a bit of a mess, hasn't it?"
You nodded, still trying to process everything that had unfolded.
"I promise to explain everything properly," Fred reassured you, his eyes earnest and sincere. 
Fred took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he began to explain. "Okay, so... I know this whole situation might seem incredibly confusing, but there are a few things you need to know." He paused, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding before continuing.
"Firstly, yes, I did come up with the plan to pretend to have feelings for you, but it wasn't just to mend things between George and me. It was also because..." He hesitated, his expression turning earnest. "Well, because I actually thought I might kill two birds with one stone.”
Confusion flickered across your face as you processed his words. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Fred took a deep breath, steeling himself before he continued. "I mean, yes, the initial idea was to help George and me patch things up by making him think I had feelings for you. But... it was also a way for me to... explore my own feelings for you."
Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. "You mean... you actually do have feelings for me?" you asked, your voice barely audible.
Fred nodded, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes. "Yeah, I do. I've liked you for a while now, Y/N. I just didn't know how to tell you."
Emotions swirled inside you, a mixture of disbelief, confusion, and a flicker of hope. "But... why didn't you just tell me?" you asked, your voice trembling with emotion.
Fred sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I was scared, Y/N. Before our friendship even began, you seemed to be annoyed everytime I approached you. I am not even going to mention the looks you gave me when I tried to flirt with you. Then I dropped it, I thought you weren’t interested and it proved me right, cause quickly after you joined our trio. (A/N: We can not forget our Lee.)”
“I thought you saw me as one of these girls you always flirt with, I thought you were being a tease for your own entertainment.” 
Fred's expression softened as he listened to your words, a tinge of regret coloring his features. "Y/N, I understand why you might have thought that. And I'm sorry if I ever gave you that impression.”
“But why did George think you were still into Angelina?” 
“Because before you came into the picture I kinda liked her. And we got along pretty well, I just did not realize at the time she was being extra friendly with me, cause she liked George. Then you came along and my feelings changed. I mentioned them to George once or twice and then dropped it. Didn’t want to annoy him, didn’t want to hear him tease me when you joined our friend group. When he fell for Angelina, he must’ve overthought everything. But he kinda put everything together after I returned to our room after I showed you your star.” He raised his free hand and gently tucked your stray strand of hair over your ear, and then pressed his hand over your cheek, to which you leaned in. 
“Pretty soon after you arrived, you fell asleep on me, literally in front of everybody,” you closed your eyes in embarrassment as he spoke, he started softly caressing your cheek, “I thought you finally started to catch on, but you asked me to put the plan on hold, and I genuinely got scared I was pushing you away with the way I acted.” 
“I am so sorry for not catching on sooner, for avoiding you…” you tried to explain yourself, but Fred interrupted you. 
Fred shook his head, his expression tender. "No apologies necessary, Y/N. You did what I asked you. I hope you will now understand that everything was sincere.” 
You closed your eyes again and as lovingly as possible said, “And I hope you will understand that I sincerely fell for you.”
He laughed as he leaned in closer, “I got that while you were having a little chit chat with my brother, otherwise it would’ve been me who stayed over with the gnomes.” He looked deeply into your eyes as if asking if it was alright, you slightly nodded, so he closed that little space that was left between you and kissed you. 
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bettysupremacy · 7 months
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hi! no sure if you do fred weasley requests so feel free to change to one of the marauders if not :)
i was thinking of a girl in her 6th year transferring from ilvermorny to hogwarts and getting sorted into ravenclaw. and it’s kind of a love at first sight when fred sees her. and go from wherever from there!! love ur work :)
I’ve never written for Fred, but I loved this idea. I hope u like!!<3 I don’t know how I feel
“Don’t be nervous.” Fred smiles, all twinkle.
George chimes in, your head turning quickly to acknowledge him. “It’s not all scary.”
“The hat doesn’t bite.”
“Sometimes.”
Fred elbows George quickly. “He’s twisting your arm.”
“Oh.” You smile politely, anxiety turning your gut. Fred’s ears perk at your accent.
“What’s America like?” He asks nosily.
“And why’d you transfer?” George finishes.
You shrug, polite smile still aching your lips. “Mom got a job at the ministry.”
“Mom.” George mimics. It falls to deaf ears.
“I thought only British born wizards could work there?” Fred pries.
You nod. “She is.”
“Interesting.” George’s mouth is stuffed with potato.
Fred laughs loudly. “Try to sound less like a dick. Please.”
“I didn‘t think he sounded like a dick.” You prod the food in front of you, eyes down.
Fred smiles, pushing his empty plate away. “You nervous?”
“No.”
“You look it.”
This gets you to smile. A genuine smile. “Maybe a little.”
You’re pretty, he thinks. It was the first thing he noticed about you. New girl, pretty girl. The aura around you practically glows to him. He wonders if Trelawney would see what he saw.
“Ha!” He points like he’s caught you. “I’m sure you won’t be Slytherin.”
George shakes in disgust, mock, but not really mock, revolted. “Probably Hufflepuff.”
“Or maybe Gryffindor,” Fred adds. “Then you’d be able to sit with us. The cool kids.”
“Yeah, right.” George laughs.
“I cant sit here if I’m not Gryffindor?” Your eyes flit between Fred and George. They’re twins. Obviously. But Fred draws your eye, and they can tell.
“I’m afraid not, pretty.” Fred laments dramatically.
“Not during dinner.” George shrugs, with a Oh Well! Sort of expression.
“They don’t really care during breakfast and lunch.” Fred nods.
“Or snack time.”
Hermoine pops her head out from behind Ginny. “What do you mean, George? There is no snack time.”
“For you.” He and Fred grin.
Loudly, Dumbledore calls for respect, the hush of silence deafening the hall. He has an air about him, the title of headmaster sitting on his shoulders nicely. You flinch as he introduces you. Dozens of prying eyes flitting towards you.
It startles you, so many heads turning as Fred pats your knee, helping you up. The teachers table looms over you as you sit in the rickety chair consciously.
The hats barely touched your head before a loud voice booms across the hall.
“Ravenclaw!” The hat announces.
A table erupts in cheer, notably blue. You frown. That isn’t Gryffindor red. Fred laments from the corner of your eye. For real this time.
A hand touches your back, soft and guiding. “That way, dear.” Mcgonagal ushers.
You stand. Lead in your feet. That’s not what you wanted, and the hat seemed to have known that.
“Go on.” She pushes softly.
You walk down the cold steps, more morose than you’d like. Down, step, down step, until you reach the gray flooring of the great hall. Hands reach for you as you draw nearer, claps on the back as you smile wearily.
A girl makes space for you near Fred, patting the bench quickly. Dark hair, dark eyes, she’s pretty you think.
“I’m Cho.” The girl smiles at you.
“Hi.” Your nose scrunches, holding back a nervous smile as you sit.
“Luna.” Another girl reaches out for your hand. You give it, taking in her dazed expression, and odd looking glasses. “No Wrackspurts.” She grins appreciatively.
You startle. “What?”
“Don’t mind her.” Cho eases. You ignore her, smiling at Luna.
It’s a large table, lots of friendly faces. You hold back the guilt gnawing at you for your quick judgment.
“Hi.” You mouth, cheeks aching from the polite smile you throw at a girl down the table. She waves excitedly, and you wave back.
“Psst.” Is whispered behind you. “Pssssst.”
You turn, vaguely expecting Fred’s face. Or George’s. Theirs. So confusing.
He looks happy.
“You’ll love it there.” Fred (you think) smiles, genuinely.
It gnaws in you. Doesn’t he wish you were Gryffindor? You feel silly, you only just met.
“You’re not upset I’m here?” You frown. Like you wanted him to care, he notices.
He shrugs breezily. “Blue looks good on you.”
Yeah. Fred.
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forthetwins · 22 days
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george weasley — the art of longing.
"you alright?" fred nudged his brother, trying to break him out of his trance. but george didn't budge.
in the bustling corridors of hogwarts, george weasley found himself staring at you as you moved through the crowds with your mates, effortlessly with your laughter like music in the air which everyone adored.
yet, george felt a pang of longing every time he saw you, knowing you seemed closer to his twin than to him — although it was only his belief.
as george watched you interact with your friends, a sense of longing gnawed at him. he wished to be one of your friends — or maybe something more — but that's for later.
he wished he could at least be courageous like his twin who had no problem walking up to you and initiating a conversation.
"you're not still pining after y/n, are you?" fred chuckled, slinging an arm around george's shoulder.
"nah, she's just...she seems to get along better with you, that's all." george says, trying to play it cool.
fred raised an eyebrow. "you're reading too much into it, mate. she's just friendly. besides, you've got your own charms. maybe you should try talking to her sometime."
"yeah, easier said than done," george muttered, feeling a twinge of envy as he recalls watching you laugh at something fred said before.
in the dimly lit classroom of defence against the dark arts class, the professor was conspicuously absent, leaving the students to idle restlessly in their seats.
you, feeling the weight of exhaustion from a long night of studying, couldn't resist the temptation to steal a few moments of shut-eye. so you decided to take a nap.
unbeknownst to you, george, always one for mischief, noticed your peaceful slumber. his gaze lingered on your arm — a canvas awaiting inspiration.
he began to doodle using magic: using his finger to dance the quill across your skin, tracing whimsical patterns and playful designs on your arm.
as he finished doodling, he went back to his seat beside fred when the professor seems to be late for class.
after the class finally ended and you emerged from your brief nap, stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you notice the whimsical designs adorning your arm.
confusion furrowed your brow as you glanced around the room, wondering who could have been responsible for the unexpected artwork.
turning to your friends, you raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "did any of you see who did this?" you asked, gesturing to your arm.
your friends exchanged puzzled looks, shrugging in response. "not a clue," one of them replied. "though, knowing fred, he's always up to something."
a pang of envy surged through george as he watched you and fred engaged in conversation. his heart sank as he noticed the playful dynamic between you, the easy laughter and familiar banter that seemed to come effortlessly to his twin.
but it was the sight of you playfully pinching fred's cheek that truly twisted the knife in george's heart — a surge of jealousy washed over him as he watched the playful interaction, a bitter reminder of how effortlessly you seemed to connect with his twin.
the next class — in divination, you found yourself seated next to george, a departure from the usual arrangement where you sat with fred.
sensing an opportunity to address the mysterious doodles on your arm, you casually pulled up your sleeve, revealing the playful designs to george.
"pretty drawing, isnt it?" you remark lowly.
george glanced at the doodles, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of his handiwork adorning your skin. "yeah, fred did that when you were asleep," he says with his tone nonchalant.
you chuckled at his response, a teasing glint in your eyes. "am i sitting with the wrong twin here?"
george couldn't help but feel a surge of hope at your teasing remark, a flicker of possibility igniting within him. summoning his courage, he met your gaze, "perhaps you are," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
your eyes softened, "well then, maybe it's time i got to know the right twin," you said, a playful smile dancing on your lips.
"hmn?"
"what's on your mind, george weasley?" you whisper.
"what are you on?" he questions in a low voice.
"tell me what you want from me,"
"go out with me,"
you gasp quietly, "go out with you?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart fluttering with uncertainty, "done,"
a grin spread across george's face, his eyes lighting up with joy and relief. "done? really? you mean it?"
you nodded, returning his smile with one of your own. "yes, i mean it. i'd love to go out with you, george,"
as the class continued, george found himself engaged in quiet conversations with you, holding your hand under the table, the barriers of shyness slowly melting away as you shared laughs and exchanged stories.
by the end of the lesson, george realized that perhaps he didn't need to compete with his twin for your attention after all.
he had his own charm, his own quirks that made him unique. and as you bid him farewell with a smile, promising to sit with him again in the next class, george couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of confidence blooming within him.
as he watched you walk away, the weight of envy and insecurity lifted from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of anticipation for the moments yet to come.
for george weasley, the future suddenly seemed brighter, filled with endless possibilities and the promise of a friendship — or maybe something more — with you by his side.
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robynlilyblack · 1 year
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"I didn't hear a single word you said" - Freddie x Ravenclaw!Reader first kiss
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Better hurry Weasley
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Fred Weasley x fem! ravenclaw! reader
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Summary: Fred runs, quite literally, into a prefect whist escaping flitch, but it turns out rather different than he first imagined
Warnings: swearing, kinda strangers to lovers, first kiss, fluff  
A/n: 0.6k words, hope you enjoy xx
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Fred was sprinting down the corridor. This wasn’t new, in fact most would say it was weird if there wasn’t at least one redhead running away from the scene of a crime at a given moment. Still, he damned his twin for managing to dip behind a tapestry before he could, but being the good brother he was, he continued running 
He reached the intersection of two corridors, dipping quickly into the one leading off but as he rounded it he crashed directly into someone, sending them to the floor
“What the…” Fred panics, worried it was a professor but his worry soon shifts to concern as he sees it’s you, whining on the floor in pain “Shit, I’m so sorry” he kneels down, averting his eyes briefly as you fixed your flipped skirt
He knew you but not as well as he wished and therefore didn’t know if you would turn him in. He figured you most likely would and he wouldn't blame you, it was your job as a prefect after all, and a ravenclaw one at that, considering how Roger treated him last time
“It’s okay” you finally look up at him, gifting him a shy smile as he stands, holding his hands out to help you “Thank you” you accept them, letting him pull you to your feet
“So. How many points is that?” he chuckles “Gotta be more considering I almost obliterated you” he jokes but you just look a little confused
“Huh?” you shake your head, honest to merlin forgetting you’re a prefect as you get a little lost in the elder Weasleys soft eyes and contagious smile
“You forgetting that little blue badge love?” he raises an eyebrow, smirking as he nodded to it 
Your eyes follow, face hot as you realise. Your realisation more than cute to the ginger before you
“Why were you running?” you ask, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth
Fred’s eyes are locked onto them for a moment longer than they should have been before he answers, eyes returning to your eyes “Got caught setting up a prank by Mrs Morris and now I’m running away from her master” he flashes a stunning smile afterward
You let out a little smile too, but then you hear Flitch’s voice distantly down the corridor as the man must be finally catching up “You better start running again then” you state shocking him
“What?” he looks at you confused before it sinks into an awe filled smile “You’re letting me go?”
You nod “Better hurry Weasley” you say smiling, hands moving behind your back as you lift your head proudly, rocking on your toes
“I won’t forget this” he winks, dipping down with the intention of kissing your cheek “Thank…you” but then your face moves and your lips meet for a brief moment
He looks for your reaction, cringing that he may have ruined the moment but then he sees your just staring as his lips, tongue darting out to wet your own as your eyes lift to his. He dips down again before he can think, kissing you properly and cupping your cheek, you don’t move but your body relaxes and melts into it
“WEASLEY!” Flitch’s screech is what pulls you apart
You're beyond flustered as Fred pulls back to peak around the corner “Sorry lovely” he apologises as he turns back “Gotta run but before I do” he grins “Hogsmeade this Saturday?”
You're about to say yes when you remember “Fred there's no trip this weekend?” you say, and his eyes flash with something you can't decipher as you say his name
“You trust me?” he asks and you nod right away “Good” he steals another kiss before jogging backwards “I’ll see you outside your tower at 10” he calls, giving you a wave as he starts running off once more, leaving you in a happy shock as your fingers glazed over your lips
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siredtoyourlips · 3 months
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Best friend's brother Fred Weasley x F!reader
Fluff, Angst ( small bit), some smut, breeding mostly, weddings, children, both consenting adults.
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who always had different girls
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Every time he had a new hook up would think of you.
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who came to your birthday party and saw you in your beautiful ( but semi revealing) bathing suit and was basically drooling.
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who acted distant towards you after your birthday party and you couldn't figure out why so you stopped trying to talk to him
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley That hated not talking to you but he loved you so much in a way you wouldn't understand.
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who couldn't handle not talking to you so he did everything to make you happy. Pranks on people you didn't like, buy your favorite snacks, does your homework ( he doesn't even do his own), even watches your favorite movies.
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who kisses you while you two are baking together after watching those said movies.
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who treats you like a goddess and never leaves your side
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who after he left Hogwarts would invite you to his place everyday until you graduated
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who had you move in with him right after you graduated
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who proposed to you a year after you graduated
Best friend's older brother! Fred Weasley Who insisted on having your dream wedding even though you said it was fine
Husband! Fred Weasley who gives you everything you want
Husband! Fred Weasley who on your wedding night fucked you like never before
Husband! Fred Weasley who got you pregnant on your wedding night because he has the biggest breeding kink
Husband! Fred Weasley who became even more obsessed with you while you were pregnant/ after you had your baby
Husband! Fred Weasley that kept getting too pregnant ( at least three times) because it just felt too good
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fear-less · 21 days
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₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 mary’s song
pairing: fred weasley x reader
warnings: nothing ngl idk
2.4k words ^_^
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You had known Fred Weasley since the day you were born. Your parents’ close friendship naturally led to your own close bond with the Weasley family. Despite being in the same year as Ron, you found yourself gravitating more towards the twins, particularly Fred. Your fathers often joked about the two of you growing in up and falling in love, much to the amusement of Molly and your mum.
One memory stood out among the countless moments shared with Fred – those carefree days spent outside the Burrow, playing among the trees. Fred would playfully tease you, pretending he could easily beat you up with his size advantage, yet he never did.
Take me back when our world was one block wide.
As the warmth of May enveloped the Burrow, you found yourself entwined in a game of truth or dare with Fred. The air was thick with laughter and the promise of mischief, the sunlight casting a golden hue upon the fields surrounding the cozy homestead.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Fred leaned closer, his voice a playful whisper in the breeze. “Alright, truth or dare?”
Your heart quickened at the challenge, knowing full well the antics that often accompanied Fred’s dares. With a playful grin of your own, you replied, “Dare, of course.”
Fred’s grin widened as he contemplated his next move, the gears of mischief turning in his mind. “I dare you to… climb up to the highest branch of the oak tree and sing ‘Weasley is Our King’ at the top of your lungs for the whole world to hear!”
Laughter bubbled up from within you as you accepted the challenge, the thrill of adventure coursing through your veins. But as you ascended the branches, the laughter faded, replaced by a quiet stillness that seemed to echo the secrets of your heart.
And then, it was your turn. With a teasing glimmer in your eyes, you turned to Fred, your voice barely above a whisper. “Fred, I dare you to kiss me.”
For a fleeting moment, the world stood still, the air heavy with anticipation. And then, before you could fully comprehend the weight of your words, you turned and ran, the echoes of your laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves as you disappeared into the embrace of the summer breeze.
Now, at 16, the dynamics had shifted. The carefree days seemed distant as Hogwarts brought forth new challenges and complexities. Fred’s mischievous grin remained, but there was a new depth to his gaze, a silent understanding that lingered between you.
As the days melted into nights and the seasons changed, your bond with Fred evolved, weaving through laughter and tears, joy and heartache. Each stolen glance, each shared secret, painted a picture of a love story unfolding amidst the magical tapestry of Hogwarts.
And in the quiet moments between classes, beneath the starlit sky, you found solace in the familiarity of Fred’s touch, the warmth of his laughter, and the unspoken promise of forever woven into the very fabric of your souls.
As you reminisced about the days gone by, memories flooded your mind like waves crashing against the shore. The laughter, the adventures, the quiet moments shared under the starlit sky—all captured in the vivid tapestry of your memories.
In the midst of it all, one image stood out like a beacon in the darkness: Fred’s eyes, shining like pretty lights amidst the chaos of the world around you. Despite the passage of time, despite the trials and tribulations that life had thrown your way, his eyes remained a constant, a guiding light in the darkness, a reminder of the bond that bound you together.
With each shared glance, each fleeting smile, you found solace in the warmth of his gaze, a sanctuary amidst the storm of uncertainty. And as you stood beneath the canopy of stars, surrounded by the whispers of the night, you couldn’t help but be grateful for the light that Fred brought into your life—a light that illuminated even the darkest corners of your heart.
Arthur and your father had always made jokes about you and Fred, since the day you two started hanging out more than anyone else. How you two would end up in love, dating, getting married, never believing that you two would actually fall in love.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow upon the Hogwarts grounds, memories of those childhood jests danced through your mind. Arthur and your father’s playful banter echoed in the quiet of the evening, their knowing smiles and whispered predictions painting a picture of a love story yet to unfold.
The laughter of years past mingled with the gentle breeze, a reminder of the bond that had bound you to Fred since the beginning. Amidst the whispers of the night, you couldn’t help but wonder if their jests held a kernel of truth, if destiny had already woven its threads around your hearts.
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The golden hues of the setting sun cast a warm glow over the familiar creek beds where you and Fred had whiled away countless summer afternoons. As you stood at the water’s edge, memories flooded back, each ripple on the surface a reflection of the adventures and laughter shared in those tranquil waters.
A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of wildflowers and the whispers of days gone by. You closed your eyes, letting the tranquility of the surroundings wash over you, the melody of nature soothing your soul.
In the stillness of the evening, you felt a longing stir within you, a yearning to revisit those carefree moments. You wanted to lose yourself in the simplicity of childhood innocence once more. The creek beds beckoned, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the world. It was a refuge where time stood still and worries faded away.
Amidst the swaying grasses and the gentle murmur of the stream, you allowed yourself to be transported back in time, to relive the laughter and the joy that had once filled these sacred spaces. And as the last rays of sunlight kissed the horizon, you felt a sense of peace settle over you, knowing that no matter where life took you, the creek beds would always be there, waiting to welcome you home.
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In the dead of night, under the canopy of twinkling stars, you found yourself soaring through the velvety sky on the back of Fred’s broomstick. The cool night air whipped against your skin as you held on tightly, your heart racing with exhilaration and anticipation.
Two A.M. flying on his broomstick, and all you needed was him next to you. The rush of wind through your hair, the thrill of the midnight sky stretched out before you—it was in moments like these that you felt truly alive, truly free.
With each twist and turn, each dip and dive, you felt the weight of the world fall away, replaced by a sense of boundless possibility and endless adventure. In the darkness, illuminated only by the glow of the stars above, you found solace in the warmth of Fred’s presence, in the unspoken understanding that bound you together.
As you soared through the night, the world below a blur of shadows and whispers, you couldn’t help but be grateful for the simple joy of being by his side, for the magic that ignited between you with every beat of your hearts.
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The memory of your very first fight with Fred remained etched in the depths of your mind, like a scar tracing the contours of your shared history. It unfolded on a tempestuous night, akin to the one unfurling beyond the cozy confines of the Burrow. The atmosphere crackled with tension, each word exchanged carrying the weight of unresolved emotions, fracturing the tranquility that once enveloped your world.
Recalling that pivotal moment brought forth a surge of emotions, akin to unraveling the threads of a tapestry woven with love and strife.
The resounding echo of slammed doors reverberated through the house—a stark reminder of the chasm that had emerged between you and Fred. Instead of the customary tender goodnight, the night resonated with the haunting sound of doors closing. Each one widened the chasm that separated you.
Yet, amid the chaos and anguish, there flickered a glimmer of hope—a silent plea for reconciliation, for understanding, for the chance to mend what had fractured. As the night wore on, Fred’s silent vigil beneath the star-strewn sky bore testament to the depth of his devotion, his steadfast presence a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.
You both remained outside until the early hours of dawn, the night slowly surrendering to the gentle embrace of morning light. In the delicate hues of sunrise, a newfound sense of clarity emerged, illuminating the path forward.
With the first rays of dawn painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, you found yourselves drawn back together, the walls of discord crumbling in the soft glow of a new day. In the quiet moments preceding sunrise, you unearthed the essence of love—not solely in grand gestures or whispered promises, but in the resilience to weather storms side by side.
As you stood beneath the canopy of a new day, hand in hand with Fred, you embraced the promise of a future intertwined, fortified by a love that endured even the darkest of nights. Together, you embraced the dawn, ready to face whatever trials lay ahead, bound by a love as enduring as the rising sun.
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A few years had come and gone, marking the passage of time with the ebb and flow of seasons. You found yourselves seated at your favorite spot in town, where memories lingered like whispers in the wind, and laughter danced on the gentle currents of the air.
As the sun bathed the surroundings in a warm embrace, he turns to you, a glimmer of anticipation shining in his eyes. With a grace born of determination and love, he lowers himself to one knee, his heart laid bare for you to see.
The moment hung suspended in time, the weight of his intent palpable in the quiet stillness of the afternoon. With trembling hands and a voice thick with emotion, he spoke the words that would forever alter the course of your lives.
In the hush of that sacred moment, amidst the rustle of leaves and the soft murmur of the breeze, he asked you to join him on a journey of love and commitment, to walk hand in hand through the tapestry of life.
Your heart soared with a mixture of joy and disbelief as his words washed over you, carrying the weight of a thousand promises and dreams yet to unfold. Each syllable echoed through the chambers of your soul, resonating with the echoes of shared memories and whispered confessions.
With tears glistening in your eyes, you found the strength to utter the words that had been etched upon your heart, a whispered affirmation of love that reverberated through the very depths of your being.
And as you embraced amidst the beauty of your favorite spot in town, the world seemed to stand still, caught in the enchantment of your love. In that fleeting moment, amidst the backdrop of your shared history and the promise of tomorrow, you knew that your love was not just a fleeting spark, but a beacon of light guiding you through the depths of eternity.
Take yourself back to the time when you walked down the aisle, your heart entwined with theirs in a dance of love and commitment. The whole town gathered, a sea of familiar faces bathed in the warm glow of celebration. Tears of joy glistened in the eyes of your mamas, their hearts overflowing with pride and love.
As you stood before your loved ones, surrounded by the echoes of whispered blessings and the scent of fresh blooms, they spoke those two simple words, “I do,” and so did you, with all the love in your heart.
Take yourself home where you met so many years before, where the echoes of your laughter still linger in the air and the memories of your youth dance upon the breeze. You’ll rock your babies on that very front porch, beneath the shade of the oak tree that has witnessed your love blossom and flourish.
After all this time, through the trials and triumphs, the laughter and tears, you and they remain steadfast, bound by a love that has weathered the test of time. As you journey through life hand in hand, you’re grateful for every moment, every shared smile, every whispered “I love you.”
And as you stand together, gazing out upon the horizon of your future, you know that no matter where life leads you, you will always find your way back home—to the place where your love began, and to the hearts that beat as one.
With each passing day, your love deepens, evolving into a tapestry woven with threads of laughter, tears, and shared dreams. Together, you weather the storms and bask in the sunshine, embracing the journey with open hearts and unwavering devotion.
As the years unfold, your love continues to grow, expanding to encompass the joys of parenthood and the beauty of a life lived in harmony. And through it all, you find solace in the knowledge that your love is a beacon of hope, guiding you through the darkest nights and lighting the path to a future filled with endless possibilities.
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As the years trickle by, you envision a future where you’ll be eighty-seven and they’ll be eighty-nine. Even then, your gaze will linger upon them with the same adoration as the stars that twinkle in the midnight sky.
In your mind’s eye, you see yourselves, weathered by time but bound by a love that remains unwavering. With each passing year, your bond deepens, becoming a beacon of light amidst the darkness of the world.
As you sit side by side, hands intertwined, you’ll reminisce about the journey you’ve shared—the laughter, the tears, the moments that have etched themselves into the tapestry of your lives. And in those quiet moments, amidst the stillness of the night, you’ll find solace in the constancy of your love.
For even as the years slip away and the world changes around you, your love will endure, a testament to the enduring power of the human heart. And as you gaze into each other’s eyes, you’ll know that your love is timeless, boundless, and forever.
Oh my my my, how beautiful it is to love and be loved, to journey through life hand in hand, guided by the light of each other’s presence. And as you dream of the years to come, you’ll take comfort in the knowledge that your love will shine as brightly as the stars that adorn the heavens above.
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what'cha listening to? | fred g. weasley
tldr: fred seems to be making a habit of coming into the library and pulling off your headphones.
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the playlist
word count: 3.9k
content: a little friends to realising crushes to... well, who knows? close proximity, sharing headphones, dancing in a dark corridor. a love letter to music, too.
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Fred Weasley was insufferable.
Truly.
See, you and Fred had been good friends for a while now, him bothering you whenever he got the chance, you complaining to his brother, George, who only worsened whatever petty argument was taking place. And other than that, you enjoyed their company, his company, you did! But something about the way he'd make his way into the library every few days, scraping a spare chair across the floor to flop down next to you and snatch the headphones off your head, was making you feel all flustered inside.
Your cheeks would warm, your palms would get clammy, and as much as you were used to him and his brother constantly cozied up beside you for most of the day, stealing your bag, pulling at your hair, wrapping an arm around your shoulder whenever they saw fit, this was just different. It felt different. Intimate. And it shouldn't have.
This pattern sinking into your routine was something you'd slowly become accustomed to, ever since the first time Fred did it.
You'd settled down at a table near the back of the library, the orange headphones connected to your walkman pulled firmly over your ears, potions textbook flipped open to page 94, inked quill scrawling over a fresh page of parchment. Something about... no, you can't remember. You can only recall being bored out of your mind, head bopping discreetly to the song playing, lips slightly parted as if preparing to mouth the words.
You almost thought you'd been imagining things when Fred Weasley strolled around the corner, one hand secured to the side of the bookcase, the other stuffed in his pocket as he searched for an author by alphabet. Clearly not what he was looking for, his eyes darted to the bookcase beside you before doing a double-take and letting a cheeky grin stretch over his lips.
"I was wondering where you'd wandered off to!" he exclaimed, and you winced at how his voice echoed in the silence.
"What on Earth are you doing here?" you whispered in surprise, although somewhat content to see a friend (just not one so infuriating).
"Well, that's no way to greet your best friend in the entire world," He pulled a chair out from the side of the table, plopping himself down onto it and resting his head in his hands, elbows knocking against your textbook. You caught it before it could careen off the side and shot him a skeptical look, removing the cushion from your right ear.
"First of all, you must be kidding yourself," He frowned childishly, "Second of all, answer my question. I know you. You're not exactly a library person."
"I can be a library person!" You blinked at him, "Alright, fine. I'm here doing some very important research for a very secret project."
The corner of your lip quirked up unwillingly, "Oh, yeah? And what might that be?"
"... Fireworks."
"Well, would you look at that? I didn't even need to torture it out of you," He gave an exhausted look to the shelving behind you, and you fought a cheeky smile, "Hate to break it to you, Freddie, but someone already invented those."
He groaned, covering his face in exasperation, "No, no, better fireworks."
"Better than the ones from Zonko's?" Fred eyed you, and nodded slyly, "You two are certainly ambitious."
He shot a wink your way, finally noticing the subtle sound of music playing and the strange gadget on your desk.
"What's that, then?"
"Oh," you looked down at it, then back at him, "It's a Walkman."
"A what?"
"It's a Muggle thingy. Plays music."
"Oh..." Fred leaned forward to inspect it, eyes darting from the cable to the headphones fitting snugly over your hair, "The music, it's coming out of those?"
You nodded with a quick smile, zeroing back in on your textbook but preparing for the inevitable.
"Wicked..." he breathed, "Dad'd love that."
He was surprisingly quiet for a few moments, setting you on edge. Suddenly, chair legs were scraping across the polished floor, and out the corner of your eye you saw him sitting, arms leaning over the back of the chair, startlingly close and studying you like a project of his.
You tried to read, but the words blurred into eachother, and you broke. Your eyes darted to the side, "... What?"
"So..." He cocked his head, "What you listening to?"
You cast a look at him, defeated, then moved your gaze to the ceiling in order to focus on the melody, "... Kiss on My List, by... well, I can't remember, and I'm not gonna check for you right now," You looked pointedly to your work, "Why —"
Your voice lifted in question and before you could react, he was whipping the headphones off your head, stretching them (worryingly) wide and fitting them over his own ears. The cord couldn't quite reach, and so he leaned in closer to the cassette player, red hair tickling the wrist of the arm you had propped up on the wooden table. You could feel the steady inhale and exhale of his breath, skin pricking up at the warm air, goosebumps trailing up to the back of your neck. His eyes grew wide in curious wonder, lighting up, his smile lacking its usual mischief as he listened.
Looking up at you in the rather awkward position you were in, cable going through the crook of your elbow and you being much too frozen to untangle it, he bopped his head to the end of the Daryl Hall and John Oates song, tapping his foot against the wooden floor.
"This is really good!" he said, or rather, shouted, into the quiet of the library. You yelped, eyes wide, and stole them back — he frowned and sat back as you set them down onto the table.
Whispering through clenched teeth, you leaned over to him, cheeks still hot from the proximity, "Loud, Fred," you enunciated, "Very loud."
He pressed his lips together innocently, a silent apology, and you fought the urge to snicker at how well he portrayed the picture of innocence.
"Pince is gonna kill you once and for all, you know," You rose a brow.
He made a nonchalant sound, brushing it off, "Pince won't do anything. She's probably half deaf by now anywa—"
The sharp, urgent footfall of the librarian made him shoot up in his chair, untangling himself from the wire, tripping over the leg of the table and balancing ungracefully before making a run for the exit. He stopped for a second, beaming anxiously over his shoulder in goodbye, when Pince set off around the corner of a bookcase. His eyes widened and he raced out, the librarian only able to catch a glimpse of his hair before he fled out of sight.
She muttered something crude about 'his kind' under her breath and turned back'. You inhaled sharply, fighting a grin, hesitating, and then slipping your headphones back on. Christ.
A few days after, it happened again, though this time he was cautious, lifting the cushions to speak softly to you. The action made you tense in uncertainty, and you'd reach up and remind him not to stretch them too wide or they'd break. You found yourself listening to music you knew he'd like, so you'd have something to show him when he came in. You found yourself waiting.
After a few weeks, you noticed he'd never come at a set time. It was whenever he stumbled upon you, looking for something, or when he'd purposely come in to bother you, enjoying the way your nose crinkled at his attempts at distraction, or how your eyes would light up, almost imperceptibly, when he'd compliment a song or get an artist's name right. The corners of his mouth would crease when you asked him about a prank he was planning, a project he'd been working on — when you swore yourself to secrecy in order to hear every detail.
Rock the Casbah, Touch Me, Hooked On A Feeling, were just a few you started with. Then, it was Somebody's Watching Me, Got To Get You Into My Life, and We Didn't Start the Fire; anything you thought he'd like, you played, skipping your other favourites to get to the more upbeat songs, the ones that reminded you of him.
Joking quietly in class, as you were always too nervous to disturb the teacher, playing harmless pranks with you on people who had wronged him and his brother, your sense of justice more powerful than your fear of getting in trouble. When him and his friends would all sit around you in the dining hall, stealing your food, copying your notes with your reluctant permission. None of this compared to the easy hum of conversation, the muffled laughter — fighting to keep stoic in an otherwise peaceful nook of the library. You weren't sure when it had developed into more than just friends, when you'd gotten closer. You weren't sure, but something had shifted, changed. It set you on edge, uncertain, unable to concentrate on mindless tasks, and you cursed yourself: you'd sworn you wouldn't get distracted.
It was hard to focus now, too, the clock taunting you — almost closing time. The library was silent, save some quiet rustling from the front desk, and the sound of one of Fred's favourite songs, Dancing In The Dark, playing softly through your headphones. You rubbed your eyes down at your work, deciding to call it a day. You'd speed through the rest of it inbetween classes, or whenever History of Magic got too excruciating. You got up, smoothing your hands over your jeans and tucking your walkman inside them, then circled the table to look down at your textbook again, making sure you'd included everything you could in the first few paragraphs of your essay before setting out to pack your things away.
"You're here late," A voice rung out from behind you and you startled, twisting on your feet, dry quill in hand. You pulled your headphones down and around your neck, and he eyed the way your hair nestled against your skin, caught inbetween.
"God, Fred, you scared the shit out of me," You set the quill down pointedly, but your posture softened at the sight of him, cheeks dusted over with freckles, hair never quite in the right place. He looked like a wildfire, somehow soft to the touch, "What were you up to this time?"
He folded his hands over his chest in defense, "Why would I be up to anything?"
You blinked at him again. You'd played this game a thousand times.
"Okay, fine, maybe I was!" He threw his hands up and neared your table, examining the clutter and offering with a gesture of his hand to help you clean it up. He wouldn't do it properly, but you let him anyway, trying not to intervene and correct him like you normally would. You'd sort it out in your dorm.
"You wanna elaborate?" You cocked your head, brows drawn up.
He was careful, delicately placing spare quills into your pencil case, twisting shut the lid of your inkwell, shuffling together your papers. He knew how you were. You watched him.
"Nothing extravagant," he started, tilting his head towards you, eyes focused on the task, "Just played the prank of the year on Slytherin."
You joined him, tucking things into your satchel, "Oh, really?"
"Oh, yeah. They're not gonna know what hit 'em."
Your eyes met, and he grinned. Even through the haze of your fatigue, you smiled back, just as he handed you the last of your papers.
Before you could object, he was hauling your bag up and over his shoulder, complaining about the length of the strap, and waving Madame Pince goodbye. You checked you hadn't left anything behind and hurried after him, apologising curtly as you passed.
"Hey!" Fred cast a glance over his shoulder as you caught up with him, "Not fair!"
"Come on, Y/L/N. It's 8 PM. Past your bedtime."
"It is not."
He eyed you suspiciously and your brows drew up in exasperation.
"It is not!"
"If you say so," he said, clearly enjoying the way you were working yourself up, then glanced at the headphones resting on your collarbone, "What were you listening to?"
"Nothing interesting."
"Oh, come on, I wanna hear," he whined boyishly, and when you scanned his features, an obvious smile spreading, your resolve weakened. The both of you had stopped in the middle of the vacant hallway now, facing eachother, early moonlight streaming in through the windows.
You glared at him, decisively taking the headphones from around your neck and twisting the cushion to listen yourself. The corners of your mouth lifted, "I don't think this is really your speed."
"Hey, I like everything you play! I even liked that, uh, Everywhere one, from the other day,”
"You did?"
"And the one about the — the homies, kissing that girl, by um..."
"Weezer?"
He sped past, "And that other one, Under My Finger, was it? By those Rolling Stones?"
You grinned, "Under My Thumb, Fred."
"Right, that!" He softened, "I like everything you play me." You sucked in a breath, chest tight, and cleared your throat in order for your voice not to come out as tender as you felt.
"If you insist."
He pulled off your satchel, setting it down to the side and staring at you expectantly. You went to hand him the headphones, but instead he craned his neck down, and your fingers wavered as they placed the cushions over his ears. Warmth radiated off him — the scent of gunpowder, and cinnamon. You leaned back when he did, stumbling forward a little and apologising when the cord tucked into your waistband couldn't quite reach at such a distance. He smiled at you, undisturbed by your closeness, pressing the device firmly into his ears. He closed his eyes, began to nod his head slowly to the rhythm, and all was quiet for a few moments as he basked in the song. You listened along to the parts of the melody you could hear, low and nearly indistinct through the silence.
His eyelids fluttered open, and he looked at you for a second, before taking the headphones off and pressing his ear against one of the cushions, leaning down to your height. You furrowed your brows until he urged the other cushion toward you, and your breath hitched as you both listened to the song, heads mere centimetres away. Attempting to ignore the proximity, you shut your eyes too. Your chest thrummed.
Since you've gone, I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night, I can only see your face
It came naturally to you, singing along to the lyrics under your breath, and Fred watched you, eyed the curve of your cupid's bow, the comfort rolling in waves off of you, the way your skin reflected the light. Shut his eyes again, a dim smile on his lips. Mouthed along when the chorus started up, to the words he recognised.
As the chorus came to an end, he slowly stood up straighter and you looked to him in disbelief, "No, no, this is the best part!"
You nodded in time to the music you could no longer hear, awkwardly shuffling the headphones back over his ears, disregarding the way your fingers carded through his hair. You knew this song by heart. You stared up at him, searching his reaction, and swallowed in disappointment when he hung the headphones around his neck. You stiffened as he casually slid the Walkman out of your waistband.
"How do you put the volume up?" He looked down at it, then back at you.
You blinked, recovering, "Um, it's just..." and reached to fiddle with a scroll on the top, "You just move this, up and down."
He followed your instructions until the music was loud enough to echo faintly through the corridor. After a few bad attempts, he finally slipped the cassette player into his own waistband, and began swaying along to it, grinning wide. The sting in your chest dissipated.
"I am the music!"
You panicked, shushing him, and he acquiesced, but continued to dance slowly in rhythm to your favourite song.
"Come on, Y/N," he beckoned, and you shook your head adamantly, "Come on!" he lilted, and began singing along to the lyrics clumsily, tripping over the words he was unsure of. He reached out a hand. You sighed, and slipped your own into his, ignoring the pounding against your ribs as he got you to sway with him.
You snorted at him under your breath, and, frightened, though unsure of what, you tugged at his hand, attempting to take yours out of his somewhat gentle grip, "The song's ending! What a shame!"
"Oh, not so fast," He freed your hand to point at you, "I know how this thing works."
"Is that so?" Hands feeling empty, you crossed them over your chest, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone else was around. Your anxiety settled somewhat when you recognised how truly alone you were. This moment was yours and yours alone. If only there hadn't been a live wire in front of you, unpredictable in every way: without him there, maybe you could've calmed yourself down.
He peered at you as you scanned the hallway nervously, and in an attempt to ease your nerves, circled you — Steal Away began, "Another song always plays."
You chewed at your lip, and he shuffled to the intro, finally mouthing along passionately.
C'mon and hold me
Just like you told me
Then show me
What I want to know
"My God." You groaned into your hands.
He continued, turning around you again, almost serenading you and clasping your hands in his with dramatic flair. Your face grew hotter.
"Fred!" you complained, as he spun you to one of his favourites, too.
"This is all your fault!" he exclaimed softly over the music.
"I know it is," You slumped your shoulders, feigning annoyance as he smirked cheekily at you, pulling you in, ruffling your hair.
Why don't we steal away
Why don't we steal away?
After a short while of being forced to play into his charade, you slipped out of his grasp, taking a few steps back and holding an arm out to stop him coming any closer. You patted your hair down, and wondered when and how you'd lost control of the situation so quickly.
"Come on, Fred. Song's almost over."
He nodded his head in time, making his way to you while grooving his shoulders, and you held back a smile, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip. You planted your hands on your hips.
"Is it?"
"Quite, yes."
"Really?" He sung, in front of you now and poking lightly at your sides. You dodged him, grinning but not backing away.
"Really."
"Really?" The tape ended, and he tilted his head down at you with a soft smile. He watched as your grin faded, your jaw set. The silence was humming in your ears, and you could practically feel your heart in your throat, hear you both breathing in sync.
"Enough, Fred," your voice sounded weaker, suddenly.
He swallowed, shaking his head, voice low.
"Why?"
You went to answer, went to defend yourself someway, somehow, albeit futile, when you both jumped at a clatter of footsteps down the hall. You straightened, shaking yourself out of a daze, and marched over to pick up your bag.
"We should get going."
He shook himself out of a stupor too, observing you as you turned around to face him, eager to get back to your dorm. This felt too much for one night. You were one heated glance away from a heart attack. When he didn't budge, you walked off without him, and after a few moments, he called after you.
"What about your Runman?"
You halted, satchel slung over your shoulder, turning around to eye him.
"It's Walkman. You know it's a Walkman."
"Okay, Walkman. And what about it?" He tilted his chin up, challenging you. You shifted in place.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, don't you want it back?"
Your voice got caught in your throat as you took a few steps forward, looking around. No more footsteps. The quiet was even more unsettling, "Yes, right. Just... give it here."
He patted it where it sat between his t-shirt and his jeans, and cocked his head.
"Why don't you come get it?"
Your throat felt as if it was closing up, palms itching, and you stuffed them in your back pockets. Searched for an even response, came up empty.
"Well, why don't you just come here and give it over?" You frowned, avoiding the way he examined you, the way he took a step forward. He was daring you. Daring himself.
"Okay," he said, easily.
"Oh, okay," you stammered.
He took another step, then another, and with a lower of his chin beckoned you to meet him in the middle. Despite how your feet brushed clumsily against one another, you reached him, a safe distance apart. You both stilled.
"Well," you faltered, "Give it over, then."
"Why don't," he started simply, shrugging his shoulders, "You come here, and get it?"
A silence settled between the two of you.
You wavered, struggling and frowning at yourself and your cowardice, squeezing your lips into a tight line. He raised a brow in question, and you wrestled with the knot of anxiety inside your stomach before pressing forward, stopping short when he took the final step towards you instead. A sharp inhale.
Moving slow, he took your headphones from around his neck and gently reached forward, leaning in close, letting his knuckles brush against your skin as he set them back around you.
You didn't protest, couldn't, as he eyed you cautiously, then gingerly drew your hair into his hands, up out from where it was trapped in the crook of your neck. Lowered it back down.
He fixed the cushions of the device, hands lingering. You exhaled shakily when he pulled back.
Not trusting your voice enough to speak, you took to watching his movements instead, tracking each intake of breath, the way his teeth tugged against his top lip. You had never seen him so concentrated, so serious. You wondered whether you'd been the first to see him like this. He stood with the tips of his shoes nearly touching yours, and you rolled back your shoulders slightly, unsure.
You both eyed the cable of your Walkman, stretched taut between you, tucked into the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers reached for it, then paused, stalling. His jaw ticked.
"Oh, just come here," he breathed out in exasperation, running his fingers through your hair and cupping your jaw tightly in his palms as he pressed his lips against yours. You gasped into the kiss, frozen a moment before humming contentedly, bag dropping off your shoulder and to the floor, shaky hands reaching up to clasp his face between them.
The thin cable of your Walkman wedges itself between the two of you, and your hip presses into the play button. With a soft click, Get It On starts playing from around your neck.
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a/n: play the last three songs while reading! or else! the urge to add a kate bush song in here was real. oh, to be listening to every breath you take, nearly cheek to cheek with frederick weasley. a gal can dream.
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