#fred weasley soundtrack

[nightwhispcrs]

@rcvcrics asked ... ♫ - cedric & fred

"you ever hear something that makes you feel so ... uneasy ?" cedric asked his old classmate , unsure if he remembered him or not . everyone's memories seemed to be switching around so quickly these days , he couldn't keep track . he needed to test the waters . "like something terrible could happen , or is about to happen ... " ( ♫ — furioso in f minor by nicholas britell )

#is it my fault that when i did a spotify shuffle the succession soundtrack came up ? no . im just unwell #( ✰ interactions ⟶ cedric ) #( cedric diggory ⟶ fred weasley )

[ghostofscarley]

Enchanted

Fred Weasley x Reader

Inspired by the movie 'Enchanted'

Taglist: @wolfstardaughter-jj @dayangestre @cobrakaisb @emso12 @wixabear @robincantfunction @lilyswh0re @dracosluvbot

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"you're practically gaping at her mate, subtle much," fred muttered as he glanced at harry who was staring at the fifth year ravenclaw, cho chang, mindlessly as she giggled with her friends, "so much for wanting to keep my lunch down. mate, before you lose anymore pumpkin juice, you'd have more luck going over and talking to her-"

"oh, leave him alone fred," rolling her eyes, y/n gave back the rolled up newspaper to a glaring hermione granger after having smacked the ginger boy on the back of his head, "he is however, miraculously, right in a sorts though harry. you really should talk to her."

"ugh! look at this! i don't believe it, she's done it again. miss granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the bulgarian bon-bon viktor krum. no word yet on how harry potter's taking this latest emotional blow," glaring now at the newspaper article, hermione slams it onto the table, almost knocking over her own goblet of pumpkin juice in the process, "i mean who does she think she is? i can tell you right now, harry seems to be doing just fine."

shaking his head, as if he had been in a trance, harry looked towards his fury-filled friends is confusion

"i wouldn't mind her, mione. you know how that hag of a woman is," shaking her head at the clueless chosen one before turning to in a sympathetic manner to comfort her bushy-haired friend, "the lengths she'd go and the people she'd shine a false light on for the sake of fame and attention. such a bitch."

groaning, fred slid over to his best friend, not so subtly stretching an arm around her shoulder, pulling the girl closer, and unbeknownst to the ginger, causing a certain hue of rosy red to spread across the said girl's cheeks

"such a dirty mouth. to what do i owe the honours of being allowed to be within the presence of that mouth?" winking with a sly grin, blowing a single strand out of his eyes and angling his head to get a better look at the girl, he asks, "is the one and only y/n y/l/n blushing because of little, ol' frederick weasley? you flatter me."

huffing, y/n shrugged off the older twins arm that was draped across her shoulders, sending a scowl his way as she crossed her arms

"you wish freddie, and don't say shit like that. weirdo."

"well maybe if someone stopped swearing then-"

"i'm not wearing that, it's ghastly."

hearing this, both y/n and fred looked over to the two youngest weasleys, one of which were holding what looked like old rags of spare lace sewn together, before hermione laughed

"they're not for ginny. they're for you! dress robes."

upon saying this, the friend group all broke into laughter whilst ron's face fell

"dress robes? for what?"

to this, y/n and fred, having calmed down from the fits of laughter at the situation for the younger weasley male, turned to each other, a look of confusion now adorning their faces

"the yule ball has been a tradition of the triwizard tournament since its inception. on christmas eve night we and our guests gather in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. as representitives of the host school i expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and i mean this literally because the yule ball is first and foremost... a dance." groans emerge from the boys who are listening on. the girls seem a lot more excited, "silence. the house of godric gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. i will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons."

y/n sent a quick glance to where harry, fred and george were standing only to see the twins murmuring to themselves and thus she shook her head, knowing that it was nothing serious before focusing back on mcgonagall

"now to dance is to let the body breathe. inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight and inside," upon hearing whispers, she turns to glare at ron, "every boy a lordly lion prepared to prance, mr weasley, will you join me?  now, place your right hand on my waist."

embarrassed and a little befuddled, ron almost mutters

"where?"

impatient, the woman moves to correct the placement of ron's very much awkward placing of his arm

"my waist," the woman states firmly, before the music starts up and the professors leads them into a waltz, inviting others to join

upon the invitation, the girls rushed to stand, only for the boys to remain seated, awkward, some even scratching at the back of their necks

with a smirk, fred walks over to y/n, who had previously been in a conversation with her friend and fellow quidditch team mate, katie bell, when she saw an approaching body out of the corner of her eye, before turning to see fred offering his hand out to her

"if you will, m'lady."

nudging the girl with a giggle, katie pushed her friend out of her seating position and into the arms of the cheeky ginger, winking at the girl before turning to find her own partner

"real smooth, weasley," she stated, placing one hand into his before raising her other arm to rest it on his, "'m'lady', huh? that's a new one. what book did you stumble upon to get that one? oh who am i kidding, you'd never pick up a book. willingly."

"oh ha ha, you're so funny. much laughter. such a comedian," the hand that rested on her waist began to poke slightly at her after her cheeky comment, twirling her and bringing her back into his chest now, "i'll have you know that i didn't find it. i just heard it was all. in one of those silly muggle movies that you love."

"they are not silly," she scoffed, moving her hand to slap the back of his head only for him to grab it and keep a firm grasp on it instead, the familiar heat spreading across her face, "they are romantic. not that you'd know."

"what's that supposed to mean? i'm so romantic i'd knock your socks off with how chivalrous and charming i am."

the girl couldn't keep a straight face at what the boy had said, immediately breaking out into a boisterous cackle which attracted many fellow gryffindors though the girl didn't care. the boy didn't either, a small smile then growing rather large at the sound

"oh freddie, now who's the comedian?" sighing, she moved, well tried, to rest her right cheek on his shoulder, which was now hunched to aid her due to the distinct height difference, "i can't wait. i mean, an actual ball, are you kidding? hogwarts is already magical on its own. can you imagine how wondrous it'll be?"

"oh, do you already have someone in mind as to who you'll take? my, my. and whom is it that has piqued y/n y/l/n's interest?" he nudged at her, wiggling his eyebrows as chuckled at the rosy red cheeks, "it wouldn't happen to be someone i know, would it?"

"what's it to you?" burying her face deeper into his neck, her voice came out as a murmur, "maybe i have found someone i hope will sweep me off my feet."

though the girl couldn't see it, fred's face dropped, after a wave of shock, not expecting what she said

"oh. well that's good," he shrugged, the movement pulling y/n out of her trance, and out of his neck, "can only imagine how wonderful he is. only the best for you."

"yeah," she said, a look of serenity taking over her face as she thought about the boy that was standing in front of her, "he is pretty wonderful."

"this is mad. at this rate we'll be the only ones in our year without dates. well, us and neville," ron uttered, sharing a chuckle with harry whilst y/n, who was across the table next to fred shared a look of displeasure with hermione, "then again, he can take himself."

before y/n could reply to the younger weasley, hermione had beaten her to it

"how sweet. but it might interest you two to know that neville's already got someone."

a smirk growing, the older gryffindor girl knew that she no longer had to say anything

"well now I'm really depressed."

ron's shoulders drop as his lips form a pout

hearing quick scribbles, y/n turned to read what fred had written before he scrunched it up and threw it at his brother

'get a move on or all the good ones will have gone'

to this, ron looks up from the parchment before turning to his older brother

"who are you going with then?"

fred turned to y/n, who was sat on his right, sharing a smile, as she let out a small giggle, wiggling his eye brows, before turning and throwing a piece of scrunched up parchment at angelina johnson

y/n could only feel her smile drop, her eyes gloss, and the rosy hues fade as she watched the boy next to her whisper at the girl. a girl that wasn't her

"oi! angelina!" acting out dancing movements, he then continued to ask, "do you, want to go, to the ball, with me?"

with a smile growing on her face, angelina turned so her whole body was facing him before resting her head on her hand with a dreamy look

"yeah. yeah, i want to go."

y/n could only see fred wink at ron before she quickly packed all her things and rushed to hand her book to snape, alarming the others as they all watched the girl scamper off, not wanting them to see the tears that had now escaped, her heart broken

"what's wrong with her?" ron could only ask though he got shrugs from both fred and hermione, "well, anyway."

fred could only drown out his brother's words as he watched the girl practically run put of the great hall, before he heard a book slam and turned to witness hermione leaving as well, sending a final glare to his little brother

"girls."

the small sniffles from the gryffindor girl, with the occasional break of an audible sob were all that could be heard that wintry evening as the rebounded off the walls of what she thought was an empty corridor, void of students

"y/n? is that you?" the soft voice came from around the corner from where she was sat, the owner of the voice stepping out into the open corridor to reveal adrian pucey, chaser of the slytherin quidditch team and a total heartthrob, his face softening as he looked at the upset girl in front of him, "are you ok? what happened?"

she made quick eye contact with the boy before she hurriedly brushed away her tears, rubbing at her eyes and glancing down as she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, not wanting to look at him again

not wanting to seem vulnerable or weak in front of him

"come on," nodding his head to the side, he waited with his hand held out, "let's go for a walk. i promise it won't be a bore. i'm a pretty fun person."

looking from his eyes back to his outstretched hand and then his eyes again and seeing nothing but kindness and warmth in his irises, the girl huffed a little before placing her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up from her seated position

not saying anything for a few moments, the pair walked, hands still in each other's, taking in the sights of the school, the blanket of white coating every inch that was exposed, small, icy flakes fluttering and falling, both from the sky and the branches of trees that had collected hefty amounts

"so, mind telling me what's up?" adrian spoke out, filling the otherwise silent air before freezing up a bit, turning to the girl frantically, "not that you should feel obligated to tell me, if it's something you wish to keep to yourself then i won't pester you about it. but. i am here if you do need to talk."

"you make it seem a lot more... serious than it is, i guess," she responded, wanting to reassure the boy whilst feeling idiotic herself, then scoffing and shaking her head, "i mean, who cries because they watched their crush ask out another person to this really extravagant ball that's coming up? stupid, right?"

now frowning, the slytherin boy turns towards her, shaking his head

"y/n. that is a valid reason to be upset. it's not stupid at all. well, i guess it's their loss."

shaking her head as more tears welled up, she stopped their walk, removing her hand from his grasp before facing him and placing both of them on his shoulder

"it's not stupid at all," he all but uttered, not wanting to scare or upset the girl any further by his usually confident and loud voice, "it's rather valid you know. but anyone would be a blind idiot to not take you."

her crying came to a halt as a look of self doubt lingered in her eyes

"no, adrian. you don't understand. the girl is like. stupid gorgeous. like, her eyes are doe like, you could easily get lost in them. her skin is ridiculously smooth and clear, free of blemishes and pimples and blackheads, not to mention the tone of colour. her hair, looks alone, is so silky and it blows freely in the wind, never a single strand out of place. she's a bloody chaser on the quidditch team so that's a factor alone. her laugh is airy and fucking perfect. her smile is so warm and dreamy and captivating. she's not too short but not too tall. angelina johnson," taking a breath, the girl could feel her senses cloud, losing sight and touch, looking aimlessly past the boy, "she's so fucking perfect and. i'm just. me. i don't even know why i thought i had a chance. but the way he looked at me, smiled at me, with that stupid boyish grin he always wears. i was so sure it would happen. and then it didn't. i was stupid to think fred weasley, the class clown, would ask me to the ball when someone like angelina johnson roams the very same halls. it seems so bitchy to say that too because she's so kind. always the sweetest thing to me and here i am being the grouchiest person ever."

"then go with me," he asked, no stated firmly and without a doubt, "i won't let you downplay yourself like that, comparing yourself to someone who is just another girl. who isn't all that. and that's not because i'm biased or partial as your friend. she may be beautiful, but you radiate beauty. and i won't let you continue to bottle up these thoughts that you hold against yourself when they aren't true. so, i am asking you to go to the yule ball with me, as my date."

"oh ade, i, i can't. i just, i don't want a pity date. just because the guy i wanted to go with asked someone else."

instead of arguing, because him asking her wasn't out of pity, adrian held out his hand to her, waiting until she eventually took it, though not without a look of confusion before he cleared his throat, taking her down the corridor

in a horrible, posh british accent, like more posh than his usual accent, he sang out loud, his voice echoing off of the walls for all to hear

"hee hee"

"ade, what are you doing?"

"my baby's always danCInG, and iT WouLdN't be a bAd tHiNG. BUt i doN't geT nO lovInG, aNd thAt'S nO LiE"

quickening her pace to match his, she couldn’t help but smile, forgetting what had happened in the great hall not too long, spinning whenever he motioned for her to, seeing others who were now exiting the great hall watch on, curious

"ade-"

"wE sPenT thE nIGhT in fRisCo, aT evEry kiNdA diScO. fRoM thAt nIghT i kIsSed oUr lOvE gOodByE."

out of the corner of her eye, she could she a flash of ginger hair, though she wasn't given more time to wonder about who it was before she was dipped and she let out the loudest cackle

"ADRIAN-"

"dOn't bLAmE iT on tHe sUNsHinE, DOn'T bLamE It on thE mOoNlIGhT, dON't bLAme It oN ThE gOoD tiMeS. bLAmE iT on thE boOgie."

doing one more spin, the boy left the girl in the middle of the corridor before skipping and spinning and prancing circles around her, her smile growing and lighting up the otherwise darkening hall as the sun set

"i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET. i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET."

now out of breath, the boy dropped onto both knees, gesturing for her hands and asking once more

"i hope that wasn't too embarrassing for you," he chuckles, taking in deep breaths, the musical break out doing more numbers on him than his weekly quidditch practices, "so, i'll ask again. will you, y/n y/l/n, chaser of the gryffindor quidditch team and total heartthrob, accompany myself, adrian pucey, chaser of the slytherin quidditch team and also total heartthrob, to the yule ball? i can't promise i'll be as 'extravagant' as i was in this moment, but i'll be the best damn date you could ever wish for."

"well, i mean i don't know, i-" dragging on her words, she looked down at the boy to see his confident grin faltering and she knew she couldn't continue to play along, "of course i will ade. how could i say no after that?"

breathing out a sigh of relief, he went to wrap his arms around her before realising he was still on his knees, getting up and then embracing the girl who was no longer teary eyed and instead glowing, radiating warmth and happiness

whilst most onlookers were applauding the 'proposal' they had witnessed between the two chasers, a certain ginger beater, who was watching from behind pillar, was green with envy, shaking his head before walking off to find george

it was christmas night. the night of the yule ball and y/n finds herself in hermione's dorm room, getting ready with said girl and the youngest weasley

"ok but can we talk about that proposal again and how cute it was," ginny exclaimed, grabbing onto the oldest girl's hand and twirling, though almost falling due to the wedges that adorned her feet, "i mean. i always saw you two together so i knew he was friendly but. the singing, the dancing, the 'falling onto his knees'. it was so romantic."

"ah, gin," the girl, though smiling, shook her head slightly, straightening up her younger friend, "it was cute, but i just don't see adrian like that. he's just a good friend."

"y/n, y/n, y/n. did you not see the way he looked at you? it was practically heart-eyes. he adores you. he had this soft smile on his face and his eyes glowed. it was like you had hung, no, handpicked the moon and the stars for him. he was enamoured."

"adrian is aromantic, gin. i can assure you he doesn't like me like that. besides, though he's my date, i've always had my eye on someone. the feelings just don't seem to be reciprocated."

ginny's smile faltered as she looked at her friend who was gazing down, twiddling her fingers

"if you're talking about my git of a brother," she held up a finger to the girl, whose mouth was slightly ajar, as if she were to ask 'which brother' "and before you get smart, i'm talking about fred. you're clearly not as smart as i thought you were if you think for a second that he doesn't like you. he's constantly talking about you and whatever you've done that was just 'oustanding' or 'astronomical' when you aren't around.. and then where you are around, he needs to be touching you in some way. if i thought adrian was enamoured with you, fred is gobsmacked, drop dead, head over heels, in love with you."

"then why didn't he ask me to the ball, gin? why did he ask angelina? and why did he do it in front of me? no, it doesn't matter. i don't think i have the right to ask that. just... clearly, whatever feelings he did feel.. aren't there," she looked over to the clock in the room before turning to the bed that had her dress hanging just above it, "come on. we've got just under two hours before the ball, and i would like to do your hair. your dress is beautiful by the way."

"well i know, and yes i understood, adrian does not like you and you do not like him and it's all platonic, but i just know he's gonna be blown away with how gorgeous you'll look. i mean the satin and the deepness of the green, which honestly suits you. even if he wore his house tie, it would still match your dress. you'd look hot as a slytherin. too bad you're too much of a lion to be a snake. platonic or not, this is still gonna be as much of a date as any other date you've been on or could go on. and don't look at me like that, enjoy your night with adrian. you deserve it."

before y/n could respond to the girl after having braided and pinned up her ginger hair into a half up/half down style, hermione's voice echoed from the bathroom

"y/n, could you please help me with my hair?"

"don't think for a second that i'm done with you gin, just give me a few minutes. i've got a choice of words with you."

"ah, would you look at the time. i think neville is downstairs waiting for me. see you soon."

"gin- GINERVA," before y/n could say the girl's full name, she had sped out of the dorm room, leaving the older girl to shake her head and huff, "i'm gonna kill her."

quickly slipping in her own dress, she then knocked on the bathroom door before opening it, to see a nervous hermione granger in a beautiful periwinkle dress that complimented the soft brown of her eyes

"and what is it that i will be doing with your hair tonight, miss?" she asked in a horrible mock posh accent, "would you care to flip through our catalogue? i personally love style 3."

"i was actually wondering if you could help me curl it and then pin it back, i don't want to do too much with it," she requests, finally looking over to her friend before gasping slightly, "the dress is absolutely gorgeous on you, y/n. adrian won't know what hit him. if we didn't already have dates, i'd take you myself. save me a dance, perhaps?"

"oh, of course, kind lady. it would be an honour to get the opportunity to dance with you at this regal ball," she continued with her horrible accent, whilst casting a charm to curl hermione's hair, going to speak again but losing the accent, her tone sincere, "you look beautiful, mione. i just know viktor won't be able to keep his eyes off you. and i mean, i wouldn't blame him. i wouldn't want to look away from you either. you really did a wonderful job at picking the dress. should i ever get married, obviously as one of my bridesmaids, or even maid of honour, i'd have you pick out the dresses without a doubt. ok, all done. what do you think?"

"oh, y/n," before y/n could say anything, hermione threw her arms around her, "it's absolutely beautiful, thank you. ok, take a seat and i'll do your hair and your make up if you'd like. not that you'd need any. your natural beauty alone would blow the minds of the whole school, hogwarts, beauxbatons and durmstrang. veela's have nothing on you."

"granger, you flatter me. surprise me will you? i don't really have anything in mind so go at it however you see fit. and maybe just a clear gloss. that way, i can get absolutely hammered and not worry about having to remove a full face of make up."

at the request, hermione spun the girl so that she was no longer facing the mirror, taking the still charmed wand and curling her hair back to resemble that of beach waves, keeping it soft and light, not overdone, before parting her hair, braiding the top half of the two section before tying it off into two separate ponytails that sat on the top of her head, similar to a half up/half down style. she then applied a coat of clear gloss as requested, as well as a light coat of mascara to really accentuate her eyes, before spinning her again, ready for the reveal.

"i'd like to see adrian try and take his eyes away from you. it'd be with great difficulty, i'll tell you that much. you'll easily be the prettiest girl at the ball."

"oh, mione, you can't say that when you'll be there. if i'm gorgeous, you're absolutely stunning. i honestly am envious that viktor is taking you. though i'm sure you'll have a wonderful time. don't hide away too much, yeah? i will be getting that dance," she then hugged the younger girl, careful as to not wrinkle either dress or ruin either hairstyle, "thank you for this. i don't think i've ever felt this pretty. who needs a beauty team? i just need you, my girl. let's go blow everyone away, yeah?"

"let's do it."

walking down to the great hall, the duo heard gasps and saw looks of awe as they turned heads. y/n saw the youngest weasley standing with neville and her own date before looking around, her eyes settling on a cleaned up fred weasley who looked as handsome as ever. he seemed to have found her too, meeting her gaze

she wanted to smile bashfully and wave at the boy she considered her best friend before she saw the girl whose arm was linked with his. the girl that was hanging off of him. and she removed her gaze from him, keeping the small smile as she looked over to adrian, who was returning the smile as he met her gaze, walking over to meet her at the foot of the staircase

"i'll see you around, mione. blow them all away."

the girls hugged a final time before separating to move to their respective dates

"wow, y/l/n. you look incredible. didn't take you to be much of a green girl but it really does suit you. maybe you should've been sorted into slytherin, would've fit right in."

"mm, i don't think so. too many snakes for me to handle. i'm happy with my little pride of lions. must admit, you do look quite incredible yourself. very handsome. i very much like that your tie matches my dress. you wouldn't have asked one of my friends about the colour, would you?"

"whaat? me? never. that does not sound like me at all. but yes. yes i did. reckon we'll make quite the couple. turning heads left, right and centre."

"maybe i should have worn a burgundy. once in a lifetime opportunity to see you in red. reckon you'd look quite ravishing i suppose."

"maybe not so much. wouldn't want to make a fool of myself. at least you can pull off any colour, miss head-turner. shall we make our way inside now?"

"we shall. lead the way, mr head-turner."

from the other side of the hallway

fred was standing just outside the entrance of the great hall, in a group that consisted of himself and his date, angelina, george and his date, alicia spinnet, and lee and his date, patricia stimpson, when the three girls turned to the staircase to see who was making their way down and gasped

"look at our girl, ang. she looks amazing," exclaimed alicia, pulling george with her towards the girl, though george stopped her, "why are we stopping?"

"the girl still needs to find her date, ali. we'll see her inside, alright?"

the girl pouted slightly before nodding and returning her gaze to their third chaser

"did you guys see pucey's proposal to her? it was so romantic and she looked so happy. if i'm being honest though, i thought you'd ask her freddie. especially after that dance practice a few weeks ago. but you have to admit, she and pucey make quite the cute couple. it had to have been the talk of the school. one of our chasers with slytherin's chaser and heartthrob, adrian pucey. i mean she was left smiling hours after. sure, he can't sing to save his life, but it was adorable. the way he got on his knees and grapsed onto her. the way he spun her. her cackle! i don't think i've seen her so hap-" angelina was cut off mid-sentence

"can we stop talking about how cute pucey and y/l/n would be? this isn't about them."

"woah, what's wrong with you? besides it's the truth isn't it? isn't she your best friend? you'd think you'd be happy for her?"

"she can be with pucey for all i care. he's bloody perfect for her, isn't he?" fred sneered, moving his gaze to look at the girl, his glare dropping as he saw that her eyes met his before she turned away, "i just want the best for her. that's all."

george could only smirk, wanting to slap the back of his twin's head but refraining and he rested his arm around alicia

"it seems to me like your jealous, freddie."

fred could only scoff, his glare returning and focusing on his brother

"shove off. whatever, let's just go inside." he suggested as he saw the girl he longed for enter the great hall with her date

looking around the now wintry filled hall, y/n couldn't help but gasp, her grasp around adrian's arm tightening

just when you thought the school couldn't get anymore magical

"oh, ade it's wonderful. it's so magical."

"i'm afraid that's to be expected in a school of witchcraft and wizardry, my dear. thought you knew that. this'll shock you. we also have wands each that produce spells and charms. just as magical."

rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless, she lightly shoved the boy before looping her arm through his once more

"shut up, smart arse, you know what i mean."

"i do. but i must say, it's got nothing on you and your beauty. really did me dirty because now i have to fend off the whole school. it'd be considered lucky if i'm 436th in the line of 947. you really have charmed the school, y/l/n."

"you flatter me. look, here come the champions? ugh, my mione is so gorgeous. booked myself a dance with her, i did. luckiest girl in the world i consider myself to be."

"well i guess i'm 437th in the line now. i hope you're ready for your feet to be aching."

"oh stop it ade. if anything, you're 537th. no, i probably won't dance with that many people, to be completely honest. you, mione, ginny, luna, maybe george if i can catch a word with alicia. oh my goodness. look at fleur. she's absolutely stunning."

"again. i mean, yeah she's pretty. but looking at the girl on my arm, she's nothing but a caterpillar next to the butterfly that is you. don't tell her that though. she might send the whole of beauxbatons on my ass and i'd like to be around long enough to walk you back to your common room."

"you're such a flirt. might wanna watch out before i start to believe less and less that you're aromantic."

"why? is the infamous y/n y/l/n scared to fall in love with the handsome, dashing, charming, endearing, loving, kind and caring adrian pucey?"

"not to mention cocky and the lack of humbleness. but no. in fact it's quite the opposite. wouldn't want to break your heart when you inevitably fall in love with me, ade."

"oh because it will hurt for sure. thank you for watching out for my heart," he chuckled, grasping his chest, as if to reinforce the protection he holds over his heart, "i just want to give you the full experience as my date. that includes the corny compliments, horrible jokes and puns and of course my amazing dancing skills. so, what do you say? we go spike the punch, have a few glasses and then hit the dance floor and show everyone what we're made of? not enough to be absolutely wasted, but enough to allow you to feel the rush, enough to be tipsy, enough for you to sober up easily after a couple songs."

"let's do it."

5 minutes later

the dances of the champions has concluded and now other couples are invited to occupy the vast dance room

y/n and adrian, three glasses of spiked punch layer, were just a little tipsy, feeling the rush of the alcohol but were stable enough to find each other's touch and guided the other to the dance floor as a familiar song began to play

something told me it was over

when i saw you and her talking

something deep down in my soul said "cry girl"

when i saw you and that girl walking around

swaying together, the pair moved closer, the warmth welcoming both of them, something nice about being able hold each other like this, whilst knowing that the only thing that would come out of tonight would be a closer friendship

"i love this song. the lyrics tell such a sad story but etta james just captures the feelings that should be portrayed so beautifully. the fact that she'd want to lose her sense of sight than to have to watch the man she's in love with push her to the side as he pursues another."

i would rather, i would rather be blind

than to see you walk away

so you see, i love you so much

that i don't wanna watch you leave me

"the song is rather sad. i must say though. i wouldn't want to go blind when i have you in front of me, dazzling the whole school."

"and so the corny puns start, huh? do your worst, pucey."

"oh darling, don't worry. i plan to."

when the reflection in the glass

that i held to my lips now

revealed the tears that are all on my face

baby i'd rather be blind

than to see you walk away from me

the song then ended, though the pair continue to sway, seemingly lost in their own world as another fan favourite began to play, y/n removing her head from adrian's shoulder to better appreciate the abba song, if you will, grasping the hand that rested on her hand to manoeuvre him around, matching the tempo the upbeat song

you can dance

you can jive

having the time of your life

see that girl

watch that scene

digging the dancing queen

"i swear this song is like every teenage girl's 'anthem', i guess you could call it. i heard this song a lot growing up. mum loved it."

the two would spin each other, the previous stance during the slower dance gone as they were laughing loudly together. they were sure to remember this night for the rest of their lives

anybody could be that guy

night is young and the music's high

with a bit of rock music

everything is fine

you're in the mood for a dance

and when you get the chance

"dad always found mum's taste in music a little weird, being a muggle and all, but he loved her and her weird little quirks so much. he loved how happy she got whenever the song would play, so he always played it any chance he got."

"was wondering who you inherited your quirkiness from. figured it was something you picked up on your own. seems that isn't the case."

slapping his chest lightly, she threw her head back, laughing

"oi! how rude. some gentleman you are, ade. feeling real flattered right now. like gosh, i might faint. falling head over heels."

"oh shush."

you are the dancing queen

young and sweet

only seventeen

dancing queen

feel the beat of the tambourine

"i didn't think i'd have this much fun if i'm being honest," y/n laughed as they continued to mindlessly jump and twirl around together, knowing that others were watching, and that they'd probably look at the two weirdly for their assortment of strange dance moves, "but i'm so glad i'm here with you tonight, ade. the evening has been absolutely wonderful."

"your mother was a muggle, right?"

"yes? why?"

"just had to be sure. do you know if she ever went to those muggle balls that they hold in movies? prom was it?"

"i didn't know you watched muggle films," she glanced over to the boy who was now bashful, sporting a small smile, "but uh, no. prom is an american event. mum, however, did go to a formal. who she went with, i wouldn't know. i just know it wasn't dad. she met him a good 5 years after she finished school."

"well, i saw that proms often crown for prom king and queen. if you ask me, who needs a prom queen when i have my dancing queen right in front of me."

she cackled once again, wanting to slap his chest yet again but deciding against it and instead fixing up his tie which had been a little lopsided

"you really are something, you know that."

"i think they have one more upbeat song before they play a final slow song, so what you say we have a few more glasses and sober up before the last dance."

another three glasses later and the second last song began to ring out through the hall

i've got sunshine on a cloudy day

when it's cold outside

i've got the month of may

"this song just makes me so happy. it was my parents wedding song. mum grew up with it and she introduced dad to the song after their second date. dad's loved it ever since. would always sing it to her. it makes me feel warm."

i guess

you'd say

what can make me feel this way

my girl

talking 'bout my girl

"i wish i grew up on songs like these. they just seem so nostalgic even though i'm hearing them for the first time tonight."

"ade, you're joking? you cannot be serious. this is urgent. every time we hang out, no matter what, i will play one song. this just isn't acceptable. i refuse to believe it."

i've got so much honey

the bees envy me

i've got a sweeter song

than the birds in the trees

"what do you say y/l/n? reckon my singing the other week was sweeter than the birds that roam hogwarts?"

"that was singing? well, sweet isn't the first word that comes to mind."

"oi, you should be grateful. i don't give out thise performances for free. only on special occasions. it was a moment to remember forever."

whilst the two swayed and the girl sang to the boy, a ginger haired, sulking, teenage boy was staring off at them from his seated position

"you're staring. the song is about to end freddie, just ask her. i'm sure adrian won't mind. everyone knows you're her best friend."

"why would she want to dance with me, ang? she looks quite content with pucey. what's the point?"

"it's just one dance, fred. besides, you've been frowning all night and that's not like you, it's weird."

"quite the date i am huh? sorry. you would've been better off with harry and he's just as much of a lousy date as i am. at least his date got a dance."

"it's alright. i still got a few dances with alicia and you know i've had my eye on roger davis. got a dance with him so i'd say my night was pretty successful."

"that makes one of us."

suddenly, before the final song was to commence, dumbledore had a final announcement to make

"the yule ball is coming to a close and so i must announce before the final dance that there is to be a change in scene. i ask that you gentlemen or women invite another to the dance floor that he or she did not accompany to the ball."

"see, there's your chance fred. take it."

"if anything, she'd probably want to dance with geor-"

"FRED WEASLEY YOU GO OVER TO THAT GIRL AND YOU ASK HER TO DANCE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I ASK FOR YOU MYSELF! i am sick of your pity party of despair and loneliness. just go for it."

he could only sigh as he stood up from the seat he had been sat in for the last 2 hours, making his way over to the pair, though lord knows his heart was 2 seconds away from pounding violently through his ribcage and out of his chest

whilst fred made his way over, the two were still away in their own world, wanting the moment to last just a little longer

"was hoping i'd get my last dance with you. i've had so much fun tonight and i don't want it to end."

"i've had a lot of fun too. was quite the experience having the prettiest girl in hogwarts wrapped in my arms, swaying to muggle misic. who would have thought. i think i might sit this one out. i don't see myself dancing with anyone else that isn't you."

"are you sure you're aromantic, ade? like, straight up? 100%?"

though he knew she meant nothing by it, he still laughed lightly and hugged her before pulling away so they were both at arms distance

"straight up. if i wasn't, i would have been kissing the hell out of you. i can assure you i feel no romantic feelings. even after having you in my embrace for the last 2 hours, it's nothing but platonic. i just don't see anything happening. that, and i can see a certain ginger making his way over and i don't fancy getting kocked out right now. so, after the dance, i'll meet you and escort you to your common room to see you off."

looking to her right slightly, her heartbeat quickens as she sees a hurried fred weasley making his way over before she turns back to adrian

"are you sure? i could just sit with you?"

"i'm sure. i'll just sit with miles. poor bloke was rejected so he's been sat at the table, drinking. reckon i should go over before he dies of alcohol poisoning because trust me, he will find a way. besides, i think someone wants to dance with you. about time if you ask me."

and with that, adrian placed a final kiss on her forehead before he walked away, sending a last wink towards her before turning and not looking back

she could only watch his retreating back for a moment longer before she felt a tap on her shoulder

feeling like her chest was about to explode, she took a slow, deep breath before turning to see the boy who, after the weeks that went by with distance between them, still had her heart

"hi? um, you look.. good?" his face furrowed, slightly frowning as he shook his head, "i mean, obviously you look better than good. amazing, incredible, gorgeous, spectacular. all eyes were on you tonight and reasonably so. the dark green really stood out against your skin. you and pu- adrian really blew the whole school away. it was really cute. anyway, it was nice talking to yo-"

"fred, do you want to dance with me?"

here she was with her heart on her sleeves as she awaited his answer. fred was flabbergasted

"i- me?"

"i mean, no one else is around," she said as she gestured to the empty space around her, "what do you say, freddie? for old times sake? accompany me for the final dance?"

"how could i say no?"

she let out a breath of relief as she took the hand that was held out to her, a small smile growing on her face as she felt warm

dumbledore moved to the centre of the stage a final time

"now, please join me in welcoming mr jon mclaughlin who has warmly agreed to sing our final song for the evening. mr mclaughlin, the stage is yours."

a light piano echoes through the hall as y/n gazes into fred's eyes, something she hasn't done for a while, something she has missed

she missed her freddie and she finally had him back in her arms and she was reluctant to let go

you're in my arms

and all the world is gone

the music playing on for only two

she wanted to say something, anything. she wanted nothing more than to catch up with the boy in front of her but nothing came to mind

so she just held on tighter, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as they swayed in time, the rest of the world beginning to fade out as they lost themselves to the music and the soft voice of mr mclaughlin

so close

together

and when i'm with you

so close to feeling alive

he too had a lot on his mind. like how effortlessly perfect she was. from the way her eyes shone as the fire of the floating candles reflected off of them. how her cheeks now adorned its usual rosy hues. how in love he was with her

"you really are beautiful, love."

a life goes by

romantic dreams must die

so i bid mine goodbye

and never knew

"thank you, freddie. i must say, you look quite swell yourself."

"ah, you know. i just pulled this little getup from out of my trunk. curled my hair a little, though it's nothing compared to you. i never thought i'd love seeing you in green so much."

she couldn't help but lean closer, wanting to be as close to the boy as possible

"so, you and pucey, huh? when did that become a thing?"

"adrian?"

"is there another pucey running around that i don't know about?"

y/n could only scoff, though it was light-hearted

"smart arse. there isn't a thing. we're just friends. freddie, i don't want to talk about adrian. just. dance with me."

so close

was waiting

waiting here for you

and now forever i know

all that i want is

to hold you

so close

she rested her head on his shoulder, with a little struggle but she got there and and shared a look with angelina, who only winked at the girl. similarly, fred, who now turned was facing adrian who could only raise his drink in acknowledgement, smiling, and seeming to have mouthed the words, 'well done weasley', to which fred just shook his head, the smile never leaving his face

so close

to reaching that famous happy end

almost believing this one's not pretend

and now you're beside me

and look how far we've come

so far

we are

so close

looking back on their years together, the pair couldn't help but wonder why this didn't happen sooner, why they elongated the pain and sat through the hurt when they could've shared this moment of peace and euphoria earlier

they thought about the weeks they had spent apart and in the presence of another when all they needed was each other. what were they thinking, honestly?

"are you singing, frederick gideon weasley?"

"for you, i'd do just about anything, love."

she sighed happily before she thought back to that afternoon in the great hall. the study session

"i really thought you were gonna ask me. i was so sure, especially when you looked at me with those warm eyes of yours and your happy, boyish grin and i was so excited. but then, you turned and asked someone else. and i had to leave. i couldn't be around to hear all the giggles you both shared whilst i was slowly breaking."

oh how could i face the faceless days

if i should lose you now

"y/n, i'm so sorry. believe me when i say that i was planning on asking you. that afternoon, during dance practice. i was set on asking you then. but then you said-"

"that i might have found someone i wanted to sweep me off my feet. did it never occur to you that i was thinking about you? freddie, i had, have literal heart eyes for you. was it not even a little obvious?"

"i guess not, love," he said, shaking his head at his own obliviousness, "i just. wanted the best for you. and if you had already found it in someone else, then i was fine with that. well, i wasn't but i wasn't gonna let it show. when you said that, i thought someone else had asked. and that you had said yes. so i asked angie, and ended up being a shit date, so i owe her big time. but then when i left to chase after you, adrian was there, singing, in a horrible accent i'd like to add, and in the middle of it all, you just looked so happy, despite the tear tracks that stained your face. your smile was so bright. and then he asked you and you said yes and i just felt. defeated. which is unfair, but i didn't know you were dateless. had i known, i would've asked myself. i just should have asked you about it, but instead, i went and asked someone else, i made you cry and then i pushed you into the arms of another in the process. i was just a downright git who doesn't deserve you. i'm lucky you're dancing with me ri-"

we're so close

to reaching that famous happy end

almost believing this one's not pretend

let's go on dreaming though we know we are

rolling her eyes, she pulled him even closer, if it were possible, titling her head ever so slightly to slot her lips onto his, shutting him up

and it was like sparks, no, fireworks went off and they lost themselves to each other. this was where they truly belonged

"do you ever shut up? you ramble a lot, freddie. i'd say it's cute and a little impressive but then it kept going on and on and i didn't know when you'd st-"

fred leans in again, the kiss lasting a little longer than the first, the otherwise chilly night feeling rather warm

"fred, you just kissed someone with a dirty mouth."

fred grinned gingerly, leaning in to whisper into her ear

"yeah. and i'm about to do it again."

so close

so close

and still

so far

adrian and angelina, who was accompanied by roger davis, sat off to the side, grinning at the kissing couple, bumping fists under the table

"i reckon she doesn't need me to escort her to the common room anymore. suppose i should take drunk-off-his face over here back to our dorm," adrian says to angelina, gesturing to the shitfaced miles bletchley, "tell y/n i said goodnight. if you get the chance to."

and with that, adrian left the yule ball with his drunk mate attached to his arm and a smile on his face, happy that his friend finally got the guy she wanted

her freddie

is that a wrap?! i think fucking so. this will forever be my baby because believe me when i say i've never written a fic this long but it was so worth it.. love yall <33

#Spotify #fred weasley #y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley imagine #adrian pucey #harry potter #goblet of fire au #yule ball #enchanted #so close

[numinously-yours]

Pick a Hippo: What do you need to hear?

I know I say it all the time, but I DO want to do more readings for you all. Today's is a simple "what do you need to hear"?

I know you may be finding it hard to define your life’s purpose, but don’t be hard on yourself because it’s taking longer than you thought it would/should. You are doing a lot of introspection and soul searching. Perhaps you are about to embark on a new adventure and having your sense of self makes you feel like you’ll do better. Having an open slate can be just as great a tool going into a new part of your life, though.  Keep holding on by Avril Lavigne came on at the end of the reading. Just keep believing in yourself and your journey. Trust that The Hermit’s lantern will light your path. You’re getting there!

You got all kinds of songs with your reading! Starting with Fireworks - this is from Harry Potter & The Order of the Phoenix. In the scene that this song is in, Fred and George Weasley are officially embarking on their own adventure. They are no longer tolerating Dolores Umbridge’s regime or abiding by anyone else’s standards. They are making fun, bright, beautiful magic with their fireworks. Human by Christina Perri started once I was about to interpret the cards; it made me think that right now you may be subscribing to other’s wants of you. Since this song started after I began my notes, I think this cycle is ending and your magical side is about to burst through. Then the Brave soundtrack started… You are meant to start this individual journey!!

The first thing I read that resonated with me for your cards and for this reading is “don’t keep pushing forward”. You may be finding it difficult to trust your own intuition or to do your own thing without the comforts of the people you are used to following. But The Hanged Man tells me that separating yourself from the wants and needs of others is going to do you SO well. Continuing to push through the discomfort, anxiety, and unsureness that comes along with this is only doing to delay your progress. Your inner strength is going to propel you to the life you deserve.   

My biggest piece of advice on this day is to be mindful about your intentions – especially concerning finances. You have a business opportunity or you’re planning a major event (trip, wedding, moving, something of the sort) and you need to be cognizant about how much money you’re putting into it. Be responsible with the spending habits. As I was reading keywords for the King of Wands, I read “you are inspired by long-term, sustainable success” and at the same time Eminem raps, “Success is your only mf-ing option.” There’s no better way to interpret this than Sustainable success is your only mf-ing option. You can absolutely invest in this venture, but do it smartly. Remember the long term affects and what will make the biggest (and most positive) impact.

If money is not on your mind, the cards can also be referring to relationships and the part you play within them. You are a strong leader and have a vision, but don’t make decisions which are paid for by the foundation of the relationship.

Lastly, music in general may be a good meditation tool for you. The main line of this song is "lose yourself in the music". Let yourself be lost <3

#tarot #pick a card #tarot reading #what you need to hear #ace of wands reversed #the hermit tarot #king of wands #ten of pentacles #the hanged man tarot #eight of cups #strength tarot reversed

[gwendalyn]

Accidentally In Love

George Weasley x Reader !Fem

Continuing my song based fics, yes I know this is from the Shrek soundtrack but its so good. Im putting this in POV of George. Written in a way of him figuring out his thoughts.

Warnings: slight mention of family issues/running away from home.

Y/N is one of my best friends. Since first year too. Fred and I sat with her on the ride to Hogwarts for the first time. Being late as we always were, just spotted someone our age and asked to sit with her.

We found out she was extremely funny. Always laughing at our jokes and we laughed at hers. She is part of the genius of our pranks. As McGonagall once told us, meaning it as a reprimand, Y/N was extremely smart and gifted and could be one of those fancy honours students if we weren’t getting her in trouble all the time.

She liked being in trouble though, over the boring meetings and the stressful expectations. It just made her think about what got us caught before and minimise the risk of next time. So really, we saved her from eternal boredom.

Mum also really likes her, even though she was part of her troublemaking. She never pranked mum though and left that to us. Y/N had some issues at home and ran away, and mum welcomed her with open arms and Y/N refuses to prank mum and dad. Charlie had moved out, so she took Charlies room now she was basically a permanent resident.

This summer just passed was the second summer she stayed with us. She was basically part of the normal family dynamic now. We just got back from the Quidditch world cup which didn’t have the greatest ending from all the Deatheaters invading, however we didn’t let it take a toll on us and carried on as we normally did.

Mum kept talking to me about how she thinks I should take her on a date. I never thought of her that way. She was just one of my best friends right?

I started to notice everything she did and how she did it. How she stirred her sugar in her tea, how she would go out as the sun had set to go stargaze. How she would run in a tiptoe down the stairs when dinner was ready. The way her hair bounced as she ran down. Her morning tiredness.

God I sound like I’m obsessed with her or something.

I took myself to the living room sofa where I hung off the edge upside down. I used to do this as a kid to empty my head, thinking the thoughts would literally fall out. It became a habit even though I knew it didn’t do anything but give me a headache.

Fred used to do it too, theres plenty of photos of us as kids hanging off the sofa. But he was getting mums shopping for dinner at the village store with Ginny. My mum and dad were out running some errands. Ron was in his room with Harry and Hermione. The rest of the house was empty except me and Y/N.

She walks in and snesks up to my face upside down.

“Boo.” She says with a wide grin. It frightened me genuinely as it was her I was trying to clear my head about. I dont know why I kept thinking about her. I never had thought about her so much before. Like every second. The thoughts were back now though.

My frighten had me falling off the sofa. She cupped her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. I was on the verge of laughter too.

“Are you okay?” She asked in a chuckled voice which set me off in laughter as well. I just stay there laying on the floor when she joined me. She looked at me and I couldn’t help but inspect her smile. It managed to be a smile not just in her mouth, but her whole face. Creasing at her cheeks and the scrunch of her nose and slight squint of her eyes. It was kind of beautiful looking at her genuine joy.

Thats when I felt it. The urge to just reach over and kiss her. It really confused me. Y/N is my best friend. But at the same time the thought of her with anyone else made me jealous almost. I couldn’t see myself with anyone else at the same time. I pictured in my mind the idea of us.

Her and I sitting in the fields at Hogwarts together. Mistletoe coming down on Christmas eve just before we went to bed. Getting down on one knee and asking her to marry me. A simple country wedding in the summer with her. Carrying her home after the wedding. Spooning with her every night. Maybe even having children.

I told myself it was normal to have all these thoughts about someone without having at least a crush on them.

I sit with her on the way back to Hogwarts, Fred trying to search for Angelina and attempt to pull her. I let him go solo as I talked the whole journey with Y/N instead. I walk by her after the feast and sit in the common room, by the fire. Fred sat on the armchair as we all joke around and plot the next big prank. Thinking about how were going to try pass that age line around the Tri-Wizard Cup. To no avail though.

Walking to class with her everyday, Joking about how to get back at those who wronged us. Winter coming and my mum sending me a letter begging me to ask her to the Yule Ball. So I did, as a friend of course. She looked beautiful and we danced for so long, the occasional slow dance when it was time. We joked around through it though, even though I enjoyed dancing so close to her.

We walk back to the common room and she leans on my shoulder. That feeling I had gotten over summer and consistently since came back. The sudden urge to kiss her. I stop myself though. Instead she falls asleep on my shoulder and looking at how beautiful she is. How beautiful I already knew she is.

Fred walks in with Angelina in his arms. Angelina sends herself up to her room after saying goodnight.

“Fred?” I say.

“Yes George?” He replies.

“I’m in love with Y/N.” I finally admit.

#george weasley fic #george weasley #george weasley x reader #harry potter #the burrow #Spotify

[hanasnx]

-ˏ͛ ꒷꒰ wizarding world ⿻ m.list ꒷ˏ͛-

MINORS DNI 18+ ༄

"I can't stand the thought of losing / Sentences and every island of words." — Motion City Soundtrack. (2007). Where I Belong.

彡 ch: fred weasley 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ fell in love without you

彡 ch: remus lupin 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

other ¡! ❞

✩ eyes on fire

NAVI | M.LIST | RULES | LINKS | ABOUT

#masterlist #indy: series #indy: one shots #indy: drabbles #indy: headcanons #indy: edits #ch: fred #ch: remus #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #remus lupin x reader

[mysticblackmoon]

so (explicit) porn spam in my feed is, y'know, annoying, but

those tags are also pretty fuckin funny

"yes watch my naked video, a Jersey Shore fan video featuring a skateboarding punk girl on HRT, a samurai in a Camaro, and also a bit of Fred Weasley x reader as a treat. soundtrack by Ateez"

#the fred one especially perplexes me because it implies someone has written and tagged that kind of fic at some point #someone out there holding the candle for Fred but not his identical twin

[svnriseblvdd]

about me + the blog !

about me !

abigail

i use she/her pronouns :)

i'm eighteen years old, a scorpio, and i love to write, both my own books and here for fun

i love reading, writing, listening to music, watching films and shows, talking about all of the above, and spending time with friends. i sometimes do archery, although i'm not always very good at it.

my favourite artists are taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, gracie abrams, chase atlantic. i also listen to lana del ray, the weeknd, arctic monkeys, conan gray, hozier, some movie/musical soundtracks. i'm getting into phoebe bridgers, maisie peters, and renee rapp and would love song recommendations if you have any for these three, or artists who have similar music to any i've mentioned.

i like the hunger games, the grishaverse, harry potter, percy jackson (i'm working through the books), the maze runner, teen wolf, marvel, criminal minds, scream (i've seen 1 through 3), and others

my wattpad is under the same name (svriseblvdd) i have two pinterests accounts, svnriseblvdd (my regular account) and emotionalwrecklessness (for aesthetics/visuals for my books)

rules of the blog !

i will NOT accept homophobia, racism, transphobia, sexism, bigotry of any kind, or any bullying/harassment on my blog. if i see any, you will be reported and blocked

feedback !

i'm happy to receive feedback on posts, and i absolutely love seeing peoples comments and such, so by all means comment and reblog and share your thoughts

requests !

i sometimes lack inspiration, so requests are helpful for getting inspiration, and i want people to be able to read the fics they have in their head.

i cannot guarantee that a request will be written, but if for any reason i decide not to write a request, i will let you know and inform you why, and i'm happy for you to pass the request onto someone else

i will only write gender neutral or fem reader, i'm sorry!!

generally, a description of a plot (however brief) is helpful for a request so i know what to write, but a plot isn't necessary for a request

i'll accept requests for any type of writing, but haven't really written nsfw, so it may lack somewhat, and i like happy endings with angst, but can also write something just straight up sad

my writings !

my writings are all fanfiction! i don't own the characters who are in these writings (unless they're unfamiliar/are specified as non-canon)

old writings !

these are all old writings that are taking a backseat. some are a LOT better than others, but they were generally well received so are being kept in case people still want to read them :)

✧ indicates the less cringy ones/ones i am slightly less embarrassed about (i.e. more worth your time)

mornings - stiles stilinski

jealous - (mcu) peter parker

my fred - fred weasley

what are you? - isaac lahey

stargazing - regulus black ✧ (potentially the best here?)

becoming himself - bucky barnes

library girl - (mcu) peter parker ✧

art - remus lupin ✧

speed - pietro maximoff

all thanks to padfoot - james potter ✧

family reunion - steve harrington

happiness - steve harrington

#svnriseblvvd

[jaylixjun]

Happier pt.2

traitor by olivia rodrigo .

back story to happier.

fred weasley x reader

angst .

-

his brown eyes looked guilty as he told his lies.

y/n would play dumb, he knew fred and rose would talk while they were together, y/n never minded if it was simply platonic, but this was not the case, however, y/n kept quiet not wanting to loose fred, when she already had without knowing.

-

y/n heard laughing as she walked to the great hall to eat her dinner.

rose was sitting in the gryffindor table once again, next to fred, way to close to her liking.

rose had her hand on his bicep as fred showed her his new products.

y/n tried to keep her jealousy at bay .

george and lee had spotted y/n and tried telling fred, he did not listen and kept talking to rose.

“hi freddie” y/n said as she sat down next to him.

he still didn’t listen.

george and lee shared a look before they gave a pity look to y/n

“fred?” y/n said tapping his shoulder.

“oh hey y/n” he said

y/n felt her heart sting when he didn’t kiss her cheek or anything and went back to talk to rose.

it wasn’t the first time anyways.

-

that happened a few more times when y/n finally decided to stand her ground.

“hey fred” y/n said as she knocked on his dorm door, he was alone

“hey darlin’ “

“can we talk?”

“sure what’s up?” fred said while he patted the spot next to him

“um”

“what’s going on in your mind?”

“…rose..”

“what about her?”

“you’ve been spending more time with her, i miss you freddie”

“there’s no need to worry love, we’re just friends i promise”

“but-“

“love i swear”

“o-okay” she said

“i have to go, george is waiting for me!, love you”

…just friends? it sure as hell didn’t look like it .

-

fred had betrayed y/n, he lied, y/n knew he didn’t feel sorry, if he did, he would’ve stopped what he was doing.

“hey y/n? can we talk?”

“sure freddie, what’s up?”

“i don’t know how to say this, i think we should break up, we just aren’t working, i’m sorry, i have to go.”

“fred ?? fred !! wait!”

-

two weeks later, fred and rose were dating and being all lovely dovey in the hallways, it all made sense.

fred would hold her hand and show her off every where like if she was a trophy.

y/n definitely knew fred and rose liked eachother when y/n and him were dating, there’s no way he can fall in love that quick.

she walked away from the sight, she remembers all the questions she tried to avoid.

-

y/n was taking a nap in fred’s bed while he worked on perfecting a new smoke bomb.

she heard him get up.

“fred? where are you going love?”

“uh i um i-just go back to sleep love, i know how stressful your day was today, snape sure is a jerk isn’t he? george and i should prank that bloke, serves him right”

-

“where were you freddie? i’ve been waiting for you for half an hour!”

“i-nowhere, how was school today? anything fun? you look tired love”

-

y/n once brought up rose to fred trying to see what’s up with him, he just shut her down.

“fred? don’t tell me you’re going out with rose, i miss you can we stay here for a bit longer?” y/n said while they were cuddling in his bed

“rose? love you’re being paranoid” he laughed it off.

“but i really have to go” he said getting up and kissing her forehead.

-

he betrayed her, she was hurting, she had loved him at his worst, when he would feel insecure or stressed about anything.

yes, fred never cheated on y/n, everytime rose tried to kiss him, fred never let her kiss him reminding her of y/n which made her pout.

y/n wishes fred would have thought all of this through before she fell in love with him.

she wished whenever they’re laying in bed together where they would nap and cuddle, that it always reminds him on how he betrayed y/n.

she lost all trust on him, she should’ve a long time ago. when he never made an effort to change.

he had given her his word, that meant nothing.

it really took him two weeks to go off and date rose.

guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor. . .

-

plz this song is so sad )): enjoyyy !!

#spotify #fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fic #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley x y/n #harry potter #weasley twins #olivia rodrigo #traitor #you betrayed me #harry potter angst #harry potter x reader #harry potter preferences #draco malfoy #fred weasley soundtrack #fred weasley imagine

[hecckyeah]

why do I always end up shipping the non-canon ships most (with a few small exceptions) and then proceed to get my heart broken over and over and over and-

#fremione #lokane #finnrey #legriel #help me I'm in my feels today #i cant stop listening to the harry potter soundtrack #so I've been watching dousy gifs on repeat to boost that serotonin ya know #but just #fred weasley #deserved so much better #and also I'm crying about fremione #blah I'm a mess

[wandsandwheezes]

Fake It | The Soundtrack

Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London’s best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley. 

1. Bound 2 - Kanye West

“Bound to fall in love” // “ I wanna fuck you hard on the sink After that, give you something to drink”

2. Careless Whisper - George Michael

“Should've known better than to cheat a friend And waste the chance that I'd been given So I'm never gonna dance again The way I danced with you” 

3. Head & Heart - Joel Corry, MNEK

“Feeling feelings I feel about us Try to fight it but it's never enough”

“My heart is certain It's more than a crush 'Cause I'm frozen in motion And my head tells me to stop”

4. Just the Two of Us - Grover Washington, Jr.

“Just the two of us We can make it if we try”

5. Heaven In Hiding - Halsey

“Sittin' on the counter in your kitchen Can you hear my heartbeat fucking kickin'?”

“And when you start to feel the rush A crimson headache, aching blush”

6. Heavy In Your Arms - Florence + The Machine

“And is it worth the wait All this killing time? Are you strong enough to stand? Protecting both your heart and mine

Who is the betrayer? Who's the killer in the crowd? The one who creeps in corridors And doesn't make a sound”

7. Jenny - Studio Killers 

“I wanna ruin our friendship We should be lovers instead I don't know how to say this 'Cause you're really my dearest friend”

8 . What Goes Around .../... Comes Around - Justin Timberlake

“It's breaking my heart to watch you run around 'Cause I know that you're living a lie”

“I was ready to give you my name Thought it was me and you, babe”

9 . Sober - Charlie Puth, G-Easy

“Oh, I know that I'll regret this when I'm sober But, every shot I'm getting closer, getting closer Is it true that 80 proof is the reason I'm with you? Oh, I know that I'll regret this when it's over”

10. Hold On, We’re Going Home - Drake

“I got my eyes on you You're everything that I see I want your hot love and emotion endlessly

I can't get over you You left your mark on me I want your hot love and emotion endlessly'

Cause you're a good girl and you know it You act so different around me 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it I know exactly who you could be

Just hold on we're going home Just hold on we're going home It's hard to do these things alone Just hold on we're going home”

11. Cry Me A River - Justin Timberlake

“All of these things people told me Keep messing with my head Should've picked honesty Then you may not have blown it

You don't have to say, what you did I already know, I found out from him Now there's just no chance With you and me There'll never be Don't it make you sad about it?”

#Fake It Fic #George Weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred and george #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fic #george weasley fic #george weasley x reader #george weasley fluff #harry potter fic #harry potter smut #Harry potter #harry potter writing #SOUNDTRACK #MUSIC

[enchantedreams13]

#twilight soundtrack #twilight #harry potter #spotify #music #playlist #harry potter edit #hpedit #twilight edit #hermione granger #draco malfoy #ron weasley #the mauraders #the golden trio #the silver trio #the bronze trio #luna lovegood #ginny weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #blaise zabini #theo nott

[ghostofscarley]

I posted 431 times in 2022

That's 204 more posts than 2021!

98 posts created (23%)

333 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wolfstardaughter-jj

@boss

@lilyswh0re

@ghostofscarley

@volturiwolf

I tagged 144 of my posts in 2022

#adrian pucey - 39 posts

#y/n - 34 posts

#ghostofscarleytalks - 33 posts

#adrian pucey x reader - 27 posts

#fred weasley - 23 posts

#adrian-pucey - 23 posts

#adrian pucey fluff - 20 posts

#dreamwastaken - 18 posts

#fred weasley x reader - 18 posts

#&lt;3 - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 68 characters

#and thats more than and i can say abt most of the pricks complaining

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Those Brown Eyes

Adrian Pucey x Reader

Inspired by 'Those Brown Eyes' - Beetlebug

for the sake of this fic (though i have seen this a lot, idk whether others believe adrian has different coloured eyes) adrian has brown eyes

a/n- this fic is for my hufflepuff boos as (although im a ravenclaw) slytherpuff relationships are just one of my favourites.. also how do y'all play uno bc like, the rules that my family and i play with are what others are usually against.. like for us, its good to have a power card as a last card (like one that just changes colours) bc it doesnt matter what the previous card is (unless its a pick up) but others say you cant finish with it.. yet my family and i have been..

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55 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#4

Can I Be Him

Adrian Pucey x Reader, Past!Fred Weasley x Reader

Alternate version of my Fred fic, Enchanted

For the wonderful @rowanoverholt <3

Taglist: @wolfstardaughter-jj @emso12 @pottersbesson @lilyswh0re @cobrakaisb @dayangestre @thiswitchyweirdo @wixabear @14chubs @weasleylovewishes @rottenstyx

word count: 7.1k

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61 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#3

Frozen

Fred Weasley x Reader

Inspired by 'Frozen' by Sabrina Claudio

Taglist: @wolfstardaughter-jj @weasleylovewishes @wixabear @14chubs @hehehhe1d @emso12

word count: 1.3k

(so.. this may be a repost.. and that's bc this was previously a theodore nott fic.. however, i think this suits our freddie perfectly and my theo work is discontinued and i wanted to repost this for our boy whilst i plan my next fic <3)

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117 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#2

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY FIC RECS

for the lovely @14chubs and anyone who has been searching for wonderful fics of our beloved pranksters <3 (this is what i can think of off of the top of my head but i'll keep adding and updating the list)

fluff angst

Fred Weasley

Tumblr

yours truly :))

Enchanted a f

Frozen f

Yours Forever Pt 2 f

Photo Album f

Fred Weasley Masterlist

@onlyfreds

After All This Time a f

Masterlist

@httpbakugou

My Girl Bath Time New Addition (cutest little series) f slight a

Hopelessly Devoted To You a f

and just abt all of her work (accesed all in the lovely archive under fred' name)

@weelittleweasley

If You Love Her a f

I Love You, But You Don't a slight f

Masterlist

@george-fabian-weasley

I Hate You a f

Good Reviews and Spilled Potions a f

@saintlike78

My Little Hufflepuff Brave Little Puff a f

Announcement f

I Want You a f

Fred Weasley Masterlist

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331 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Enchanted

Fred Weasley x Reader

Inspired by the movie 'Enchanted'

Taglist: @wolfstardaughter-jj @dayangestre @cobrakaisb @emso12 @wixabear @robincantfunction @lilyswh0re @dracosluvbot

word count: 8.7k

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972 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Spotify

[prfectplces]

fred tags & also marya tags

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[of-mice-and-mirth]

Hear me out:

The Weasley household is an ABBA household.

I'm listening to ABBA right now and I literally can't stop thinking about it.

Molly and Arthur dance around the kitchen to their greatest hits - ABBA Gold was the first vinyl that Arthur tracked down when he managed to get his hands on a muggle record player, and it's been the soundtrack to most of their relationship. They slow dance or they really go for it - like, Molly be shimmying and Arthur spins her around and throws out some absolute moves. They like 'The Medley' a lot.

Whenever Fred and George catch them slow dancing, they'll start dancing together very badly to take the piss, and Molly usually flaps a tea towel at them whilst Arthur rolls his eyes and chuckles. The twins secretly love it, but they prefer the more upbeat songs like 'Does Your Mother Know', 'Rock Me', or something silly like the 'King Kong Song'.

Georgie struggles to listen to ABBA after the war, especially the ones that he and Fred used to listen to together, or the ones he knows were Fred's favourites, but he slowly learns to love them again, if cautiously. It takes a long time, but he begins to associate ABBA with love, family, and the good memories he has of Fred, rather than Fred's absence.

Percy absolutely hated it when he lived at the Burrow and always hurumphed when 'Money, Money, Money' started playing (I think Percy was a very bitter person for a long time). But, after he moves out, and especially as the dust begins to settle after the war, he finds that ABBA songs comfort him and remind him of home. He likes the slower ones, I think, the sweet ones.

Ron pretends to dislike ABBA around other people, thinking its "uncool" or whatever, but it's one of his favourite things about coming home from school for the holidays. It's all so familiar to him and it makes him feel warm inside. It's the only time he can visibly enjoy ABBA, in his mind (unless Fred and George start taking the piss out of him, in which case he'll tell them to shove off and make himself look busy doing something else).

Ginny Weasley absolutely eats 'Dancing Queen' on karaoke. Also, Ginny is quite partial to 'Angeleyes', 'That's me', 'Honey, Honey,' and 'Gimme, Gimme, Gimme.'

Ginny definitely has a feather boa specifically for ABBA listening purposes. The twins have definitely stolen it on more than one occasion.

Whenever Ginny is sad or upset, Fred and George will sit on either side of her and quote 'Chiquitita' - not singing it, just taking turns to speak the lyrics - until she either cracks a smile or whacks one of them.

Hermione also vibes with 'Angeleyes', but I think she likes ABBA casually, and doesn't listen to them by choice very often. However, she listens to the sad or breakup songs when she feels down. 'What's the Name of the Game?', 'I Have a Dream', 'I Am Just a Girl' vibes?

The Weasleys always play 'Happy New Year' after the countdown each year. Every year. It's a Weasley Family Tradition. And, where ever he is in the world, Charlie finds a way to play the song each year as well.

Charlie also finds himself absently humming or whistling random bits of 'Gonna Sing You My Love' or 'S. O. S' when tending to dragons. When he realises what he's humming, he smiles to himself and thinks of home.

Bill introduces Fleur to ABBA, who isn't too excited by them at first, but I think they slow dance to some of them. Like, 'Andante, Andante'? Oh yeah. She likes the ones with French in them, obviously, but she begins to love ABBA because Bill loves them.

Harry gets looped into all of this as well, of course, and I think he loves it. Not just because it's a Weasley thing, but I genuinely think he enjoys a bit of ABBA. It's fun music, easy to love, and it brings him closer to the Weasleys. Harry never got to listen to music with the Durselys, other than what was playing on the radio occasionally, so he loves that the Weasley house is always full of noise, laughter, and music.

Is this a lot? Yes. Can I stop thinking about this? No.

Feel free to fight me in the comments about this, or better yet, let me know what ABBA songs you think the Weasleys vibe to!

#Harry Potter #The Weasleys #Molly Weasley #Arthur Weasley #Fred Weasley #George Weasley #Ron Weasley #Ginny Weasley #Percy Weasley #Bill Weasley #Charlie Weasley #Fleur Delacour #Hermione Granger #ABBA #ABBA Gold #Harry Potter headcanons #Weasley headcanon #Harry Potter headcanon

[midnightlover89]

Don’t Fall In Love With Me (Fred Weasley/Reader)

Word Count: 1.3K

Author’s Note: I'm about to break your heart, and I'm sorry. Reblogs are very much appreciated. Spotify Playlist (inspired the fic)

Warning(s): canonical character death (not graphic or anything, just ✨feelings✨)

Remember how we met? I had felt lightheaded ever since I boarded the train to the school because I knew no one there, not until I met you. You invited me to join you and your twin brother at the table when I was uncertain of where to sit. You not only made me feel welcomed but also not as terrified anymore.

I have always loved spending time with you. I thought you were thoughtful and humorous. You carried a mesmerizing charisma that dazzled everyone around you. I loved how your brown eyes radiate even in the dark and how the corner of your lips quirk up whenever you see me and curve into a wide grin. You ruffled your hair to make yourself look “charming,” but you never had to impress me because you had already won me over on the very first day.

You asked me to go on a trip to the village outside the school with you. Of course, I said yes. I have always admired your courage and determination to do whatever comes to mind. Just as we were about to leave the school, you slipped your hand through my fingers as if it were the most casual gesture in the world. My heart skipped a beat. I gave your hand a little squeeze before you winked at me.

Throughout the whole trip,  Our friends kept looking at us as if they found you holding a girl’s hand unbelievable, but you squeezed it tighter as if you would lose me to other guys if you accidentally let go. I found you staring at me, and I joked, “Am I not the luckiest person alive now?” I saw your gorgeous eyes filled with much sincerity, and you replied, “No, I am.”

The pouring rain did not stop our fun. We stepped out of the shop earlier than our friends did, and you pulled me onto the street to feel the freezing rain. “Stop it! We’re gonna get wet!” I chuckled. “Come on, live a little.” One of your eyebrows shot up like it was a challenge for me to stay in the rain. I rolled my eyes. Just then, I felt your tight embrace and your lips on mine. You kissed me long and hard and with the gentleness I always knew you had. We were completely soaked in the rain, but it did not drown out the warmth that I felt around you.

We fell in love that day in October, exactly two years after hearing your cheerful, energetic “Hey! Do you want to sit with us?” Deep in our minds, we both knew it was love at first sight. We had been in love ever since we laid our eyes on each other but had never realized the feeling until now.

You kept your promise to do something special on my birthday. I thought you had forgotten since you did not acknowledge it until late afternoon. You rushed past me to get to a class before you turned and shouted, “Meet me in the hallway at seven.”

You took me stargazing on the rooftop of the school. The warm breeze blowing on our faces seemed to bless our time together. The crickets chirped, and the owls hooted, creating our soundtrack for the night. I can feel your warm, gentle hand wrapping around my fingers, trying to protect me from all harm. Looking up at the sky, I was in awe of its magnificence and the endless mysteries it holds, “How much longer do you think the sky and the stars would stay in harmony like this? It’s breathtaking,” I murmured. “Forever and ever,” you kissed my hand softly and whispered in my ear, “You are a dream that I never want to wake up from.”

God knows how long we stayed there, but we definitely lingered past the curfew. Hand in hand, we ran as fast as we could to avoid getting caught by the teachers. Our suppressed giggles did not help, but we had the time of our lives, and that was enough.

You knew I was quiet and reserved, not at all like you, but you would wrap your arms around my waist whenever we were hanging out with friends, and you would say, “Tell them the jokes you told me yesterday.” You always laughed the hardest among the group, regardless of how dull the jokes actually were.

I loved cuddling by the fireplace, leaning my head on your shoulder. Despite being in the crowded common room, I could not hear any noise except your quiet voice. I loved doing homework by your side, even if you ended up distracting me and we never got anything done. I loved how often you would quote your favorite book, “If anything ever happened to me, just know that I will always love you.” You reserved your tenderness only for me, and it was nothing like the class clown that everyone else had known you for.

We were so deeply in love. Our friends would tease us, “I can’t wait to attend your wedding,” or “Don’t forget to invite me to your wedding.” I had absolutely no doubt that we would get married after graduation. You promised to make sure that it would be the most unforgettable wedding ever; we would laugh and cry at the same time until we could not anymore. I could picture the celebration going on for days vividly. You, wearing a black suit and a burgundy tie that complement your brown eyes, and I, wearing a simple yet elegant white gown that I could only imagine in my wildest dreams.

But the wedding never happened.

You left the world forever, right before our fifth anniversary, right before our graduation. The future was right in front of us.

You rushed in front of me. Before the fatal wound hit, you had just enough time to turn back and say, “I will always love you.” You left the world to sacrifice yourself for me.

Your action shocked me. I could not believe how you just left like this.

I suppose I should be grateful, and I am. I truly am grateful for how you so selflessly protected me, so I could live fearlessly and unapologetically like I always said I wanted to.

I am grateful for all the memories we have made together. I know you wanted to make the time on the rooftop the most remarkable night ever, but you alone are the best thing that has ever happened to me.

On the other hand, looking back at our time together is so bittersweet. I am convinced that only love can hurt like this. Knowing that I will never hear your voice nor feel your embrace again, my heart is broken into two. One half is shattered into a million little pieces, and the other half will never heal to find its lost part again.

I thought we had a lifetime to make countless memories, but you will never get to grow older. Now I cannot sit by the fireplace without hearing your hearty laughter; I cannot walk the street where we had our first kiss without feeling your warm breath. I cannot stargaze without being reminded of that night on the rooftop and your promise. I could hear your whisper in my head, so soft as if it was a secret between us, “I love you.”

You will forever be a part of me. Maybe you are my soulmate who was not meant to be, and I could never replace you, but I will pass on our story. When I find a love that can hold my fragile heart and my memory of you, I will tell my children our story. It would be a real-life fairytale.

In another life, please do not fall in love with me because I could never lose you again. I will be madly in love with you, but I will never let you know. That way, maybe you would have a chance to grow older.

#fred weasley (ron's version) #battle of hogwarts #hogsmeade #astronomy tower #gryffindor common room #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #george weasley #ron’s wonderland #user luvdreamer89

[butterbeerblurbs]

ethereal glow (f.w.)

💌: fred was willing to do anything for you–even sitting through forty-five minutes of an extensive skincare routine. 📝word count: 2,362 words / fred weasley x muggleborn!reader [fred spending the summer with the reader in the muggle world instead of the burrow] / 🌸full-on-fluff + this is my take on how i do my skincare, which would vary for each individual! 💬: i have a pretty extensive skincare routine because of my eczema, so i just wanna write this out ;D

"looove,” fred’s voice echoes the tiles of your bathroom, ringing into your ears delightfully as he makes himself known by the doorway. he folds his arms and leans the side of his head against the frame of where he stands, eyes sparkling at your direction despite you unable to see him as your face scrunches with a layer of water. 

you reach out for your face towel on your left without sight, as if muscle memory directs you and fred is amused just watching how your body knows where everything is; quite similar to him being back in the burrow–being able to waltz around with ease even if he was blindfolded.

as you pat your face dry, your eyes peel open and you gaze to fred through the aid of the mirror, brows perking up to him in response, “yes?”

“i’ve been curious,” he welcomes himself into the bathroom and his hands smoothen over your pajama-clad body; a loose cotton shirt along with shorts lining your hips. his calloused fingers dip underneath your shirt, not going too far up, only around your body to feel your skin as he presses his chest to your back, grinning at you over your shoulder. 

“what’s all this?” his eyes point ahead to the shelf of skincare products you have lined beneath the mirror. one of your hand remains holding the face towel, the other pointing across the row of items he’s staring at in admiration, “these?”

he nods with pursued lips, “mhm, what are they?”

“they’re skincare products, freddie,” 

your answer is simple, yet you can tell it doesn’t answer his question entirely. a free hand of yours smoothens over his exposed arm that’s not hidden underneath your shirt as his reply vibrates against your back.

“skincare?” he repeats, the tone of curiosity lacing each syllable and you know he has plenty of questions on the way. it’s in fred weasley’s nature whenever he didn’t understand something and wanted answers. he isn’t afraid to admit the things he’s uncertain of; always willing to learn and it’s one of the many things you appreciated about him.

“so like... products for your skin?” he tries to fill in the blanks, and he’s correct. well, it’s not really rocket science. you nod and turn around in his arms, leaning back against the sink as one of your hand puts your face towel back onto the rack next to you so it meets your other arm around fred’s neck. you tip your chin up to him, smiling and somehow enjoying the confused expression painted on his face.

“these are specifically for the face. think of it as a way to have good skin,”

“rubbish,” he responds a bit too quickly, making you snort as he takes off, “your face is flawless,” he grumbles under his breath, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“like here,” a kiss to your left cheek, “here as well,” a kiss to your right cheek, a bit askew because you’re widely smiling, “one more here,” he leans down to capture your lips in his but it’s hard for him to kiss you when you’re laughing, “most definitely here,”

“freddie...!” you grip onto his shoulders, nudging him back when he’s starting to tickle your neck with kisses. he laughs along with you, a lovely melody that fills his ears whenever you laugh; a soundtrack to accompany the actions that bring you happiness.

“what? ‘m just speaking the truth,” he shrugs. you shake your head at him, “as lovely as you are, freddie, it’s natural to have a skincare routine to take care of your skin,” 

it was your turn to shrug, “at least in the muggle world, anyway,”

you forget his arms banded loosely around your waist until he spins you back around carefully. his lips point to the array of products in front of both of you when your eyes meet his through the reflection, “what’re all of them for?” you take a moment to think about how you’d like to explain it to him when he starts to sway you left and right. his skin idly brushing against yours and your palms smoothen over his strong arms, feeling secure in them to be as vulnerable as you wanted.

“well... it’s different for everybody, considering we have different skin types,” you glance to see if he’s listening and when he nods once, you continue, “but i start with an oil cleanse,” you point at the bottle on the far left, working your way down the row of products as you speak, “then a gel cleanse; both together acts as a double-cleanse,” a similar bottle but the wording on it is different, ”then toner,” it’s a green spray bottle this time, “then a pump of serum,” it’s a black bottle, “then a sunscreen for the day,” a white bottle, “and a night cream at night,” it’s a small pink container. 

you point over your shoulder to the corner of the bathroom, a small rack that holds a selection of–”maybe a face mask after toner depending on the day,”

when you’re done, you face forward to look at fred’s expression over your shoulder. the lack of movement from fred confirms that you probably lost track of him the moment you mentioned a double-cleanse. his mouth open and closes a couple of times, brows knitted together.

“did i break you?” you laugh quietly, elbowing his side to get a reaction but all he does is clear his throat, shaking his head, “what in merlin’s beard did you just say?” he chuckles, eyes pointing at everything you just did earlier, “you do all of this? everyday?”

okay, you’ll have to admit, maybe to someone like fred who wasn’t particularly big on skincare, rather... has no knowledge on it, this does seem a little extreme. it didn’t feel much to you considering you grew up with it, exposed as such a young age but you’ll acknowledge that it seems a bit extra.

“yeah... well except when it’s on school terms because it’s a hassle to bring them to hogwarts, i cut down to just the essentials–”he cuts you off by squeezing your waist, letting your sentence hang mid-way, “and how many is that?”

“four...?” your answer comes out in a soft squeak, and fred throws his head back with a bark of laughter. it’s not that he was making fun of you but you could tell he was just trying to process all of this in. if anything, fred just washes his face with water–occasionally allowing his body wash to reach up his face or the remnants of his shampoo down to his face max, so all of this was very foreign to him.

“good golly, that’s a lot of work to maintain this pretty face,” he uses a hand to swipe under your chin from the back, and you grin at his reflection, “with beauty, comes with a price, weasley,”

“i must be a natural then,” he smirks, wiggling his brows and you sigh, shaking your head, “oh, what i would kill to be a natural, freddie,”

he frowns, his brows meeting together in a huff and you now notice what you’ve said. he makes you face him once more and he cups your face, giving you a small shake; the vibrations on your cheeks making your eyes crinkle into a wide smile, “freddie–”

“you’re beautiful, you hear me? regardless of all the products you use, with or without, you’re an absolute stunner,” his tone is laced with sincerity, dipped in seriousness coating his syllables that it’s making your heart swoon. you let out a quiet exhale, arms coming up to his shoulders and then around his neck as he continues: “let’s just say i humor the fact you think your face is flawed, just know that i think you’re gorgeous just the way you are, got it?”

you snort, trying to not let your grin take over at the incredible amount of love you feel from this guy, “freddie, you just called me pretty three different times. i think i got it the message,”

“atta’ love,” he chirps, then spinning you around once more so you’d face your row of skincare. “so, could you give me a firsthand experience with this... so-called ‘skincare’?”

he knows you’re confused with your lips pursued, raising a brow at his reflection, “you wanna try out my skincare routine?”

he nods firmly, as if he’s on some mission in his mind, “mhm, i wanna understand what you do or what you go through, y’know? plus, i could rub it into george’s face that i experienced skincare and he probably hasn’t,”

your chuckle and how wide you’re smiling makes fred smile just as wide too.

“you don’t have to, you know?”

“i want to,” he hooks his chin on your shoulder, batting his eyes at you in a way you know he’s already won you over with how he’s swooning you with his eyes, “c’mon, love. let me into your world,”

it was your turn to huff at him, “freddie, you already are. you’re in my house, quite literally in my bathroom with me,”

“then a little skincare routine couldn’t hurt, right?”

you sigh, nodding at him as a sign you’ve given in, “you’re absolutely right, then,”

he grins, his foot tapping on the bathroom floor excitedly and you shrug him off, ever-so-carefully directing him to sit on the toilet bowl with the lid down. he patiently waits, eyes sparkling bright as he watches you and it does seem like he just likes looking at you. even though you’ve been with him for a while, and the two of you have seen everything from each other, under his deep gaze it still shakes your heart.

“stop looking at me like that,” your hand twists open the bottle to your oil cleanser, squeezing out an appropriate amount for fred’s face. said person’s face is still facing you with a bucket-load of attention, grinning when you step between his legs to start massaging the cleanser to his skin. 

“but you’re so pretty,” he shrugs, his arms already welcoming you in his embrace as he remains still, “not my fault,” he manages to pipe out before you hush him, beckoning him to close his eyes as you start cleansing his face.

the process was agonizing to fred during the first minute. mainly because when he’s this close to you, all he wants to do is open his eyes and admire you, touch you–you get the whole gist of it. yet he’s able to restrain himself, somewhat satisfied with the loose grip of his arms around your waist as you started with his facial.

it’s a new sensation; the oil cleansing his face and he can feel the effects just a little when you wipe it off with a cotton pad. lifting, almost. then another swiping of a product on his face he can’t remember and he holds his breath when you spray something over his face (toner, he still will not remember any of these). then you urge him to open his eyes and his skin feels cool. calming, as if his nerves have been relaxed.

“how you feel so far, mr. weasley?” you murmur, reaching for a packet of sheet mask and peeling it open. he gazes at you fondly, a smile tugging his lips, “very relaxed, all thanks to you,”

“good, now you’re gonna be quiet and don’t move your face for twenty minutes,” you chastise, rising him up from his seat and dragging him to bed. he’s like a five-year old following your every move. he lays down when you tell him to, gets comfy when you’re able to pin him in place with your eyes.

he shivers at the contact of cool cotton meeting his skin, even more when you soothe it with your fingers to ease it onto his flesh. his eyes flutter shut, trying to relax but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t the moment you started washing his face and he had them closed for a long time. there’s something calming about the whole process, too. which he could totally understand why it’s such an anticipated thing for you to do. not only is it part of self-care, it was... comforting, if that made sense.

fred comes to when he feels gentle pats on his face and there’s not a sheet on his face limiting his facial movement. he blinks at you in a daze, one of his hands reaching up to touch his own face and it doesn’t feel like his own face.

you chuckle at his disheveled state, tugging him back down to bed when you switch the lights off and join him in bed. his arms settle around you almost like clockwork, banding by your waist as he presses a kiss to your head.

“i didn’t even realize i fell asleep,”

“i mean, who wouldn’t? i always feel like napping whenever i do sheet masks,”

“they’re so... different,” he mumbles, lips pressed to your temple as he inhales your scent (though, it could be his own face lathered with some kind of moisturizer he can’t remember). “i’ve never experienced this before,”

“glad i could give you a first-hand experience to skincare, freddie,” you snort, looking up to him as he does down to you, a smile tugging on his lips.

“thank you, gorgeous. i think, i’d like to do this again sometime. maybe i’d do it to you? oh! maybe we could prank ron with–”

“shh... go to sleep, you’re wearing off the relaxing effect of skincare,”

“but this is all so exciting! just imagine the kind of possibilities we could have with–”fred stops speaking when you lean up to press a quick kiss to pacify him. though startled, you can tell it switches another side of him that would rather much enjoy kiss you instead of rambling on.

which, you wouldn’t object considering how his lips are supple and soft after the skincare routine.

so... you were really at gain here. (which fred doesn’t mind as long as he gets to kiss you as much as he wanted)

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