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naurimastaur · 9 months
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Gingerism
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Summary: In which George and Fred devise a plan to trick y/n into admitting their feelings for George
Pairing: George weasley x nonbinary!reader
Tw: my attempt at writing xx
Please don’t take this seriously this one is just for fun!
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“Georgie?” Fred called out smacking the back of George’s head in the process. “Are you going to sit there like a stupid git for the rest of your life staring at them, or are you actually going to do something about it?” George sort of fancied his best friend y/n. They were awkward. He was awkward. It was a mess.
“I dunno, I just, what If I ruin everything?” He replied defeated, an almost foreign response coming from the twins, who in their approach to everything, were annoyingly cocky.
“I don’t doubt that,” Fred replied unhelpful. It was in his nature to be a dickhead at all times.“But this is y/n we’re talking about! We’ll just ban them from the burrow or something if they say no.” There was a reason no one went to the twins for advice.
George looked to his brother, deadpan. Fred looked back, grinning.
“ Or,” he suddenly lit up, an idea brewing in his head. “what if we get our hands on some of that amortentia thing? Say we need their help and before you know it theyre all blah blah blah dreamy George smell and we’ll know!!!!” It was almost certainly a failing plan, but it was better than anything George had in mind and sadly he shared his brother’s brain cells. Or lack thereof.
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“ OI y/n!” Fred called out. “ George and I are testing out a new product and we would be honoured if you and your royal nose gave it a try. It’s a real business investment!” His accent mocking that of a commercial salesman from the muggle tvs.
“Fred Weasley if you think I’d willingly stick my face anywhere near something you have made, you are a bigger idiot than you make yourself out to be,” they responded. Having been best friends with the twins for five years, they had long learnt their lesson on trust and why exactly not to place it in gingers. They gave one last unimpressed look and walked away.
Fred and George shared a look. Perhaps if they actually thought plans through they wouldn’t be in this position right now.
“ Well hey!” Fred said “ At least they spoke to you! That’s a step!”
“No you git, they spoke to you.”
“ Yes but you look like me so it’s all the same,” Fred replied, once again trying to lighten the mood. “ What if we get Hermione to try it? They won’t suspect anything if it comes from her.” Thus another plan equally as devastating was formed.
It only took a couple of hours of threats and promises no one intended to keep to get Hermione on board. She agreed based on the terms that the twins would leave her alone to revise after. Short time pain for long term gain some would say.
“Hey y,n!” Hermione smiled ever as friendly, walking over to where y/n was in the great hall. “Im sorry to bother you but we’ve been assigned this potion and I can’t seem to figure out the ingredients. I was thinking since you’re a fifth year you might know them?” Hermione was as good at lying as the twins were at making plans.
“ The twins didn’t set you up for this did they?” Y/n replied unconvinced.
“ No! Merlin no! I’m really stressed over this y/n and I really thought you could help me but if you can’t take me seriously I’ll ask elsewhere.” Maybe Hermione wasnt that bad after all.
“Oh no I’m sorry! Of course I’ll help. Alright I smell rain and-,” they paused after seeing a tuft of ginger hair appearing from under one of the tables from the corner of their eye, a pair of brown eyes following, most certainly that of Fred weasley. Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, seemed to have fallen victim to a Weasley scheme. Depressing. Y/n decided they weren’t going to let themself miss out on the fun.
“And?” Hermione near shouted, clearly trying to direct the attention back to herself but forgetting human social skills in the process.
“And-Oh! This last smell is kind of like husky?” They said uncertain. “I totally get why you couldn’t figure it out. I’m so sure I’ve smelt it before though.” Hermione quickly responded with a ‘mhm’, unsure where this was going and uninterested all the same.
“Oh I know! This smells like Snape’s hair! I can almost taste the grease,” they replied with the most genuine smile they could manage. They had nothing against Hermione, but this awkward, subtle form of revenge was far more entertaining than they had anticipated.
Hermione paused, clearly filled with regret and remorse for what she had inserted herself into. “You-.” She exhaled before starting again. ”You know what professor Snape’s hair smells like?” She replied cringing but slightly curious. Maybe she could buy the professor shampoo or something to get on his good side, after all Gryffindor needs all the house points they can get.
“Oh yeah I’ve taken a couple of sniffs before when he wasn’t looking,” y/n grinned. ”Do you think he noticed?” Now Hermione was just disturbed. She stared blankly at y/n before taking the potion from their grasp and walking away. This is what she gets for choosing to socialise instead of revising.
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Waiting in the common room was George, an accomplished grin set on his face when Hermione walked in, which slowly faded when he saw her face. Not that that wasn’t his usual reaction when he saw the know-it-all.
“So?” He questioned fishing for a response. “How’d it go?”
Hermione stared blankly back at him.
“Unless you’re professor snape it seems they dont have any interest.”
George was really beginning to regret his existence.
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A/n: this was way longer than I had anticipated and was also marinating in the drafts much like the nits in Snape’s hair <3
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nancy-reads · 6 months
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you belong with me
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pairing: fred weasley x reader
summary: fred wakes up after a wild night with his team to his phone buzzing nonstop after his latest tweet. Turns out he accidentally invited his old chemistry partner (and long-time crush) to the second game of the season. pining and fluff ensue.
warnings: a tiny little bit of spice at the end (it's really not that much i just want to warn you guys)
authors note: i promise the sequal to am i the one you think about will come out, i just got a bunch of inspiration to write this all of the sudden and wanted to share it with you guys!!
CROSSPOSTED TO AO3
As soon as Fred woke up, he regretted everything. His head was pounding, his throat was dry, and his muscles ached. Every part of him wanted to lie back down and never get up again. 
His memories of last night were fuzzy at best. He was hanging with some of the boys from his team, celebrating after their first game of the season. Many beers were passed around, and for some reason, Fred had a vague memory of the team shouting at him over and over to do it.
Strange. They probably wanted him to take a bunch of shots or something. Usually, he’d be down, but not during football season. He had games to win, and Superbowls to play at. 
Fred opened his eyes and blinked sleepily. As the world came into focus, he realized that his phone was buzzing, and had been for a while. He rolled over, chugged a glass of water, and grabbed his phone.
His jaw dropped as he saw the flood of notifications. 
Fred Weasley’s Secret Crush?
Fred Weasley Invites Mystery Girl to Sunday’s Game Over Twitter
Football Hearthrobb Fred Weasley Has a Girlfriend?!
Holy shit. 
There was only one person this could be about, and he might just die from embarrassment if he was right. You had probably completely forgotten about him, while he still liked all of your Instagram photos on his private account. 
Fred scrolled through his notifications to see what looked like a million from Twitter alone, and a text from nearly everyone he knew. 
Taking a deep breath, he tapped the Twitter app and clicked on his profile.
Fred Weasley @thebetterweasley
never would have gotten to the nfl without my college chem partner @ynln… tickets to the next game on me?
Fred’s eyes widened as he reread his tweet over and over again. He could feel his entire body heating up as he fought the urge to bury his head in his hands. 
He just blew it. Entirely. You would never be interested in him now. You’d just think he wanted the attention, or worse, just for a quick fling.
Fred couldn’t imagine ever only wanting a fling from you. You and your gorgeous hair, beautiful eyes, and the way you talk way just mesmerizing. He could never focus during Intro To Chemistry because you’d be sat right next to him, eyes sparkling and pen flying as you took notes. 
And he saw your grades. You were basically a genius, acing every test and perfecting every project. You were probably in grad school right now or in some sort of job for brilliant people who are saving the world. 
You probably had no idea who he was. 
*
After an embarrassingly long time spent moping, Fred got out of bed and reluctantly headed to the gym to work out. In between reps, he responded to the thousands of texts that he received, either congratulating him or calling him an idiot. 
He definitely knew which ones were right. 
His tweet had millions of likes by now, so there was no chance that you’d missed it. He’d been contacted by loads of news outlets, asking for a quote or an interview or anything about you, and he’d denied all of them. The passive-aggressive text from his manager, Alicia, was enough to make him want to delete every social media account he owned. 
Fred had just finished his last stretch routine and was headed toward the showers when he got a notification.
Y/N L/N @ynln
maybe i’ll swing by…see if we still have chemistry
Fred could feel the heat spread from his neck all the way to his hairline. He wanted to giggle and kick his feet like a lovesick teenager. Maybe he didn’t ruin everything after all?
You tweeted it a minute ago..would it be weird for him to like it immediately? 
Yes. Yes, it would. 
That didn’t make him want to do it any less. 
As Fred headed to the shower, a massive smile adorning his face, he immediately hit the call button because he had to tell someone about this. You responded to his tweet. He wanted to jump around and squeal like a kid with a crush. 
Which was pretty accurate, to be quite honest.
 “George,”
“Freddie, I just finished my workout, is this really that imp-”
“She responded to my tweet!!” Fred nearly shouted. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes shining with excitement. He didn’t recognize himself as he looked in the mirror. His smile was too big for his face, and his ears were bright red. 
“It did have more than a million likes, Fred. I think she kind of had to.”
“Don’t ruin this for me George. I’ve liked her for so long, what do I even do now?”
Fred could hear George’s exasperated smile from miles away. “First, you are going to take a deep breath. You are a cool NFL football player, not a horny teenager. “
“Right. Yes.”
He took a deep breath, but his heart was still racing and the butterflies in his stomach would not go away. Come on Fred, you are gonna be normal about this. You can do it.
“You got that Fred?” George asked. Fred murmured an affirmative. “Okay, now you are gonna get tickets to the VIP booth, four of them.”
“Four? Why-”
“Because one of them is for Mum, as you know she will get there somehow if you’ve invited a girl.”
“That’s fair, actually.”
“Also, the public loves her so I assume that your girl will want to meet her too.” Fred pointedly ignored how his heart raced at the words “your girl.” George continued, “You’re also not going to be the asshole who makes her go alone, so give her a couple tickets for her friends.”
“When did you get so smart with girls?”
George chuckled. “Oh this is all Angelina. I don’t know anything.”
“Yeah, that makes a lot more sense, Georgie.”
“Hey!”
Fred hung up as he orders four VIP tickets for the game. He immediately sends one to his mum, but he pauses before sending it to you. 
see you at the game! you better be wearing red and gold…
Fred added a winky face, then immediately deleted it. He didn’t want to seem too juvenile or worse, weird. His thumb hovered over the blue send button, rereading the DM over and over. At last, he admitted defeat and sent a screenshot to Geoge.
F: does this sound okay?
G: yes. stop worrying.
F: you act as if you were not the same way when you asked angelica to the yule ball
G: shut up
Fred snorted as he switched back to Twitter. He took a deep breath, steeled himself, and pressed send.
*
For the rest of the week, Fred practiced harder than ever. All eyes were gonna be on him this week, and he needed a win. More importantly, you were gonna be at this game, and he knew who he wanted to dedicate his touchdown to.
He’d been thinking about it since that freshman year chemistry class when he was nothing but a rookie tight end, and the NFL was nothing but a dream. The crowd goes wild, but the only person he’s looking at is you.
Christ, when did he become such a romantic?
He felt a smile split across his face when his phone buzzed during a break.
Y: i looked through my closet and i don’t know if i have any red and gold…might have to steal something of yours
F: stay after the game and maybe we’ll see
The two of you didn’t text often, maybe a couple of times a day, but it was always a highlight. Locker room talk had devolved into just making fun of Fred’s puppy dog eyes and lovesick smile whenever he opened his phone. 
Someone from the press got a picture of him smiling at his phone, and the internet exploded even more. 
Fred Weasley Caught Blushing At His Phone During Practice
Fred Weasley’s Smile Has the Internet Swooning
Fred Weasley’s Mystery Girl: Who Is She?
Part of him wanted to feel embarrassed with all the attention, but he was too grateful that you had finally given him the time of day to really think about it. He was laser-focused on every play and worked extra hard at the gym. They would win the game this week, even if it was purely by his will.
*
Fred had never been this nervous for a game before. Every single playoff game, championship, or even the Superbowl hadn’t prepared him for this feeling. 
His girl was up there, and he had to impress you today. 
The crowd screamed louder than ever as he ran onto the field with his team. There were signs everywhere, asking if you were here and making jokes about Fred being a loverboy. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face as he looked around the stadium, taking it all in.
There was nothing he loved more than football, and having other people love him for it was even more special.
Still, Fred tried to catch your eye in the VIP booth, and his smile widened when he saw you talking to his mum. Embarrassing as it was, everyone loved her, so she was probably the quickest way to your heart. Eventually, though, his mum took pity on him and pointed him out to you.
And shit, your smile when Fred finally looked into your eyes. The two of you were far away, so it was hard to tell, but he already knew it was beautiful. He stared at you, probably for longer than was considered normal until the whistle blew and he was forced to follow his team.
*
This was probably the best game his team had ever played. Everyone was in sync, and the plays they’d worked on all summer were gaining them yards across the field. Everyone could feel the energy in the stadium as people cheered his name.
The only problem, Fred hadn’t yet scored a touchdown. Halftime had just ended, and the team was up thirty-one points. He could feel the coaches wanting to pull him out and let the best people rest while they had such a great lead, however, he silently begged them to let him stay in. 
Just one good play and I’ve got this.
And his chance finally came halfway through the third quarter. They were only a few yards away from the endzone, and Fred knew that this was his chance as Oliver called the play. 
The whistle blew, and Fred didn’t even see the other players as he sprinted into the endzone, dodging anyone who attempted to get in his way. He and Oliver were in perfect sync as he threw the ball straight into Fred’s hands, securing another six points for the team.
The crowd screamed as the touchdown was announced, and Fred couldn’t stop himself from doing a little victory dance. His eyes found your booth as he headed to the sideline, and he blushed from head to toe at your reaction. You were jumping around and screaming with joy (he hoped) and you looked adorable. 
In a moment of confidence, he caught your eye, placed his hand on his chest, and held out half a heart, mouthing “This one is for you.”
Part of him wondered if he was coming on too strong, but the other part was enamored with you as you clasped your hand over your beautiful smile and held half a heart back. 
The crowd let out an “aww” as you showed up on the screen beside him, and he couldn’t stop himself from beaming at the nearby camera. He could feel people tapping away at their phones to post on social media, but he didn’t care. You were cheering for him.
The game continued, and Fred was mostly put on the sidelines to give some of the rookies a chance to play, as it was looking pretty good for his team. He couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances at your booth, so much so that the team was beginning to notice.
“Fred, loverboy, the game is this way,” Lee Jordan teased. 
“Staring at your mom, Weasley?” Andrew Sloper asked.
Even Oliver, who usually had a stick up his ass, joined in on the fun. “God, Fred, you’d think Taylor Swift was here or something.”
Fred was happy to laugh with them. He hadn’t remembered feeling this giddy in a long time, and he couldn’t push the smile from his face. Part of him was eager for the game to be over, so he could go see you. 
Still, his hands shook and butterflies erupted from his stomach when he thought about heading up to your booth. Would conversation flow? Would you even like him in person after all these years? Did you only come for free tickets or for internet clout?
That wasn’t it, he knew. You were too kind, too good to do that when it was obvious how head over heels he was for you. Still, part of him worried.
*
Fred was sure his team was sick of him by now. He’d been agonizing over his hair for the past thirty minutes as he prepared to leave the locker room and finally see you. He’d blown you a kiss as he left the field, and he was wondering if he’d come on too strong, and clearly if his hair was wrong it would ruin everything. 
Maybe he was panicking a little bit. He’d texted you a few minutes ago, giving you instructions on how to get to the family and friends area outside the locker room. He hoped his mum would guide you there, as the last thing he wanted was for you to get lost and attacked by rabid football fans. You didn’t deserve that. 
After a few more minutes, he realized that his hair was hopeless (it looked fine) and decided he would rather not leave you waiting. With a last look in the mirror and a deep breath, he headed out of the locker room.
The area was crowded; full of girlfriends, wives, children, and all sorts of family and friends of the team. There was a buzz in the room of people talking, laughing, and generally celebrating the win. The sounds got even louder as he entered, and Fred could see people acting like they weren’t staring at him.
Still, he wasn’t paying attention to anything but you as you locked eyes across the room. You gave him a shy smile, and he couldn’t stop himself from beaming as he headed straight for you. 
“Hey,” you said. Your eyes were piercing, and very distracting. He couldn’t seem to form a thought as he stared into them.
“Hey,” he said back, stupidly. He hesitated for a moment as the butterflies felt more like stampeding wildebeest in his stomach. “Did you enjoy the game?”
There was a teasing lilt to your voice as you responded. “I don’t know. It was alright, I suppose.”
“Alright?” Fred asked in mock annoyance. He placed a light hand on your back as he guided you out of the family area. “I guess next time I’ll give my free VIP tickets to someone else.”
You snorted. “As if you have someone else to give them to.”
“Hey! I have plenty of people to give tickets to.”
“Like who?” you asked. “Your mom?”
Fred smiled and placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “You dare insult Mother Weasley?” 
You smiled and stared at the ground as you shook your head. “Never. We had a great time hanging out tonight.”
He gave you a soft smile. “I’m glad. I have a feeling that you’re going to be her new favorite.”
As the two of you neared the press area, Fred straightened and pressed his hand slightly closer to your back. He didn’t want to be too forward, however, he knew how aggressive the press could be. “For this next part, just be careful of the reporters. Our security is really good, and honestly,” he chuckled a bit, “I could take most of them, but I don’t want anyone making you uncomfortable.”
You nodded and pressed a bit closer to him, making him blush even harder. 
It was a small hallway, and the press was kept behind some silver barriers that allowed the two of you some space to walk. Cameras flashed and videos recorded Fred and you walking past. You had the prettiest smile in the world, and Fred couldn’t stop looking at you as you gave an especially beautiful one to the cameras.
He’d have to find that photo later. 
Fred was desperate to grab your hand as the two of you walked toward his convertible, but his hands were sweaty and shook at the thought. You looked gorgeous in the moonlight, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from dropping to your lips.  
As the two of you sped off, you looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “I believe I was promised a jersey after the game.”
He smirked. “I’m pretty sure I said we’ll see.”
“So you don’t want to see me in your jersey next game?”
“Who said you were getting invited to my next game?”
“Seemed like someone enjoyed having me there tonight,” you said, looking away from him, a teasing smile on your face.
Fred smiled. “When did you get so confident? I remember it took forever for us to actually talk when we met.”
“I know it may surprise you Freddie, but some of us grew up a bit after college.”
“Really?” he gasped, dropping his jaw. “That's crazy.”
“And,” you added, “some of us have learned how to tell when someone is flirting with us.”
That's when Fred’s jaw dropped for real, and red spread all the way to his ears. He turned back to the road, focusing on driving as hard as he could. Letting you see the giddy beam on his face was not an option. Your hand moved toward the center console, right next to his, and every part of him itched to hold it.
He cleared his throat. “So, uh…how have you been?”
He listened to you describe your life and your job as if he had not been stalking you on Instagram since he met you. It seemed like you had thrived since college, and Fred felt his heart soar when he heard how happy you were. You deserved everything, and Fred silently hoped he would be there to see you get it.
As the two of you pulled into the parking lot, Fred caught you staring at him, biting your lip as he backed into the spot. He smiled to himself as he got out of the car and opened the door for you. 
“Dinner?”
*
Dinner was perfect. Fred couldn’t stop laughing and smiling in your presence, and it seemed like you were having a great time as well. Every so often the conversation would lull, and he would catch you staring at him as the two of you enjoyed your meal. 
He did his share of staring as well, but he hoped that he was less obvious about it. 
(He wasn’t.)
Fred finally found the courage to grab your hand as the two of you were leaving the restaurant, with your head thrown back in a laugh that rocked his world. You just looked so adorable that he had to hold you, even if it was just your hand. 
He knew it was the right choice when you immediately squeezed his hand. He squeezed back, which caused you to do it again, beginning an all-out hand-squeezing war that only ended when the two of you were laughing too hard to continue. 
Christ, your laugh was just so beautiful. You looked so free and so happy when you simply threw your head back and laughed, letting your joy overtake your entire body. Fred could feel himself staring, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be a part of your sunshine. 
Too soon, you stopped laughing and just stared back at him. He held your gaze for a moment, letting his eyes flick to your lips every so often. He stepped closer to you. Close enough to touch you. Close enough to lean in…
Close enough to kiss you. 
You’re eyes slid shut as Fred leaned in and placed a hand under your chin to tilt your face up to meet his. Slowly, so terribly slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
Your lips were soft, and they seemed to meld with his perfectly. Fred could feel his pulse racing as you tugged on the lapels of his jacket to get closer. Christ, he just wanted to be closer to you, closer, and closer.
You opened your mouth slightly, and Fred took that opportunity to part your lips and deepen the kiss. He felt you inhale sharply and panicked for a moment until he heard your small moan at the movements of his tongue. All Fred knew was that he wanted to hear that sound again, and again, and again until you couldn’t make it anymore, until you were tired and sick with pleasure-
You gasped as you pulled away from him. Your lips were raw and red, matching the blush that colored your cheeks. It was silent for a moment as the two of you gazed at each other. 
Fred smirked. “So…do you think we still have chemistry?”
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mrsriddlenott · 4 months
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My 1,000 Followers Event!!
[Requests Open]
For my birthday I wanted to gift myself and all my followers with a fic event during the week leading up to my birthday on January 4th and now this is going to double as a 1k event. I want each fic to focus on birthday/celebration themed smut or smut adjacent content with my favorite fictional characters so as usual 18+ Only!!
Please send me some prompts to use with the characters I’ve picked out!!!! Also if the character is written in Blue I am open to swapping them for a different character that I can write for.
I know it’s still almost a month out but I wanted to post this now to give myself plenty of time to brainstorm for suggestions I get in my requests.
December 30th - JJ Maybank x Reader
New Year’s Eve - Poly!Marauders x Reader (I just know they’d throw an insane New Year’s party as a birthday party😂)
New Year’s Day - Fred Weasley x Reader
January 2nd - Rafe Cameron x Reader
January 3rd - Ethan Landry x Reader
January 4th🎉🎊 - Mattheo Riddle x Reader x Theodore Nott (feel like they’d give some great Birthday Sex honestly sorry not sorry)
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I’m gonna make a post for my Request Guidelines at some point but for now I’m just gonna put them here.
- My Relationship/Smut Request Guidelines -
✅Best Friend x Reader
✅Bsf’s Sibling & Sibling's Bsf x Reader
✅Friends W/ Benefits
✅New Step Sibling x Reader
✅Teacher/Professor × 18+ Reader
✅Alpha x Omega
✅Dominant x Submissive (hard&soft smut, I'm not good at writing Dom reader but I will try)
✅Power Imbalance (examples: boss,leader,blackmail, corruption kink, etc.)
✅Dark!Character x Reader (examples: obsessed,possessive,criminal, etc.)
❌Real Ince$t
❌Be$tiality
❌Minor x Adult
❌Non/Dub Consent
❌Cheating on or with Reader
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-Event Taglist- (I’ll add anyone who wants to be tagged for only this event and remove those who do not)
@timmytime17 @talia-scar123 @spencer-reids-wife @ttsbaby01 @animorose @whydoireadanymore @thievin-stealing @spiderman-stilinski @evycloudberry @shady-the-simp @ashisabitgay @porterport @callsignwidow @cicicicicisstuff @mattheoriddleswifee @junebugin-july @moonlightreader649 @devotedlyshadowytheorist @rubyliquor @perverteddsdreams @mildly-delulu @fairydimples07 @shadowmoonlight0604 @80scinemvasworld @nevillescomslut @annaisabookworm @abaker74 @athenalikethegoddess @limeren @h-------n @kezibear @mattheoriddlemarcuslopez @lovemelikecrazyiloveyoucrazy @curiousshifter101 @tobyr68 @spididerman @hedwigprewett12 @urmomsgirlfriend1 @kiwi475 @stellasdelusions
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what's wrong, my little firework? [f.w. x reader]
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Summary: Woebegone, uncommunicative Y/N. Painfully oblivious Fred. What could possibly go wrong?
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: rushed ending.
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Over the last few painfully long hours, Y/N had grown morose. 
With a piece of ink-stained parchment in one hand and a quill in the other, she thoughtlessly scribbled quick squiggly lines, supposedly cursive. She paid no mind to the hair-raising sound of the tip of her quill scratching away at her parchment, but instead mindlessly thought about him.
  Fred Weasley, the boy who was out on the quidditch pitch sweating away and batting bludgers seamlessly. 
The boy whose heart supposedly belonged to her, and she the same.
  While he was out there flaunting his beautiful quidditch skills, she was stuck in the library with at least a week’s worth of predictions she had to submit to Professor Trelawney. Forget about how she’d die to a pack of peckish pixies three moons from then, she’d die right there right then if she had to sit a moment longer without Fred.
  “Earth to Lovesick Y/N, earth to Lovesick Y/N?” Hermione waved an ink-smudged hand in front of Y/N’s face, redirecting her attention back to Earth, and not in the clouds.
  Y/N blinked and snapped back to reality, “Huh– yes, ‘Mione?” 
"Merlin, your head was in the clouds!" Hermione's eyebrows knitted together, but she couldn't seem to stifle the tug at her lips, or the glint of mirth in her eyes, "If you had a mirror right now, you'd see- oh. Wait."
Hermione whipped out her wand, and, with a swish and flick, transfigured her quill into a tiny rustic pocket mirror. She glanced at her dubiously but was impressed nonetheless. Top in transfiguration as always, that's my girl!
Then, she glanced into the mirror.
Merlin and Morgana, she was as red as Fred's quidditch robes!
"See? All you ever think about is him!" Hermione chuckled, shaking her head light-heartedly like how a mother would.
"No, I was thinking about..." Y/N trailed off as her eyes darted around the library to come up with a quick lie.
Her eyes then landed on a copy of one of Gilderoy Lockhart's books. His beaming face stared back at her. She swore she saw him wink.
"...Professor Lockhart?" She knew how much Hermione swooned over the Professor, successfully changing the topic.
  She couldn't shake it off, though. He flew around on his broom in Y/N's mind every minute and every second of the day. 
  Did he feel the same, though?
  The nagging feeling tugged away at her heartstrings, now that she had come to think of it. Did Weasley ever initiate contact? On their first kiss; it was Y/N who had pulled him in by the collar of his striped pyjamas. It was Y/N, to both of their surprises, who had grabbed him by the chin (with a little tip-toeing, of course) and leaned in.
  Did Weasley, Fred Weasley, ever care enough to... try?
  Y/N's thoughts shouted at her, screamed at her, drowning out the sound of Hermione boasting passionately about Gilderoy.
With a pained smile, a curt nod, and a tight grip on the mirror, she bid herself to make it through the study session with this tight feeling in her chest.
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  Dinner rolled around, and students strode into the Great Hall with ravenous stomachs from scribbling on parchment, snoozing through lessons, and snoring in the common rooms.
  Y/N made it to her house's table, but her eyes were elsewhere but the delectable array of food that lay in front of her. From the front of the Great Hall to the very end, she searched for the head of fiery-red hair. 
  Oh! There he- never mind. It was Ronald. Stuffing his face. As usual.
  Demoralised, she heaved a sigh of resignation and began to swish her wand, floating a serving of pudding onto her plate. Her appetite hadn't been picking up, but still didn't allow herself to neglect her well-being.
  Before she could even take a spoonful, a pair of large firm hands hand snaked their way around her waist, catching her off-guard. 
  "Fuck- What the fuck, Fred!" she swore elegantly.
  Fred chuckled delightfully and lifted her chin so that she was looking at him smiling goofily, "There's my little firework!"
  And, without warning, he picked her up effortlessly (humming in the process too), swished his wand to take her plate of pudding with them, and danced out of the Great Hall, paying no mind to the hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at the spectacle.
  A boy carrying a girl (who was quite being vocal about protesting) bridal style out of the Great Hall, with a plate of pudding trailing behind.
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  He took her to the Great Lake, where the Giant Squid seemed to be basking in the golden rays of the sun that was setting. It seemed as though it had managed to make a pair of sunglasses for itself with a piece of kelp.
  Never mind that, she was gingerly placed on a checkered picnic mat. 
  "Fred? What's this?" Y/N asked, wide-eyed.
  "Why, a picnic of course! Merlin, do you need glasses like Harry, too?" Fred snickered mirthfully.
  She scanned the containers full of food. Some had sandwiches with the crust removed, some were filled to the brim with glistening golden fried rice, and that.
  A tall glass of trifle, with two boastful glasses of butterbeer to accompany it. 
  This was what they ate on their first-ever date. Trifle and some butterbeer to wash it down.
  For some odd reason, her eyes started to prickle with tears.
  She swallowed the lump in her throat, and met his expectant eyes, "You remembered?"
  It was their first anniversary.
  His mouth opened agape as shock painted his face, "Of course, I did, love! The time, place, what we ate, everything!"
  He then noticed the pained look on her face. Quickly, he scooted over and wrapped an arm around her. Y/N leaned into his warm chest, seemingly lost in thought as she kept quiet. Their heartbeats synced.
  "What's wrong, my little firework?"
 It was strange, seeing him like that. By day, he wreaked havoc 'round the school alongside George. He was a ball of fire that no one, not even George, could tame. 
  Then, she came along, and he seemed to fizzle down. Only she had seen this side of him, the Fred that he had kept locked away for someone. And that someone was her, his little firework.
  "It's just that," you licked your lips that seemed to dry out in the evening breeze, "all this time I..."
  She choked on her words that seemingly refused to come out. They lived in different worlds; she was a bookworm, and he was an athlete. She couldn't communicate how she felt, and he had no filter when he was upset. They were polar opposites, yet he still stayed. He still looks lovingly into her eyes. He dedicates every bludger he had ever whacked to her.
However, it seemed that vulnerability was not her forte after all. He intuitively picked up on it. Gingerly, he raked a calloused hand through her hair, massaging her scalp.
Fred leaned into her ear and whispered, "You?"
 Emblazoned by his touch (that she had dearly missed), she swallowed her pride and composed herself. Here goes nothing.
  Y/N turned to face him. She looked up into his eyes with her red-rimmed ones that glistened neath the golden sun.
"All this time, I thought I meant little to you- Merlin, hearing myself say this already sounds ridiculous and I know what-"
A pair of lips shut her up before she could ramble for hours and hours and turn the food cold.
"You mean the world to me, firework."
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a/n: surprise !!(???) rushed ending i know but i've been reading good shit on ao3 and just suddenly felt the sudden urge to write again and then i saw this request and i just had to and i know i received this a while back but i just had no will in me to write this and Oh My God it just feels great to be back on here (i will still be MIA) but i just had to, yknow?
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Can you write some cute George Weasley x reader (fem) please? Thanks in advance!
Hi I'm sorry it took me a bit! I kept rewriting and rewrite but anyways I hope you enjoy also sorry it's sort.
Secret admirer
Pairing George weasley x female reader
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George watched as you blushed as your favorite treats were dropped in front of you. You'd sometimes notice the tall ginger watching you when he thought you weren't looking but you didn't mind because you had a crush on him since 2nd year. The packages had been going on for at least a few months now and it wasn't treats you got it was anything you liked or needed like if you liked a book or needed new quills. Honestly you were surprised when a note was dropped along with the treats. " Finally got the courage to ask her out eh Georgie?" Fred teased. " Oh fuck off nosey. " George replied
"Meet me at the Astronomy town tonight at midnight. "
You were definitely intrigued. Honestly you didn't bother putting on a dress but you did (if possible)do your hair up nice. You also did put some make-up on as you headed to the Astronomy tower. The rest you didn't put a dress on is because you didn't feel like changing a second time also dresses aren't always the best for climbing stairs. When you finally made it up you saw a tall handsome man with ginger hair holding flowers.
".....George?" You asked as you felt your heart pounding in excitement.
"Y...Y/n you came!" George exclaimed.
" Of course. " You replied and smiled at the tall ginger.
" I wasn't sure you'd come....Fred said I was being a creep not telling you who..... George started but you cut him off by kissing him.
" I love you to George ." You replied .
"Oh I got you flowers!" George exclaimed holding them out to you.
" Thanks George their beautiful. "You replied taking them
"Not as beautiful as you. " George replied
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In the burrow
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Hi <3 This here them a gear headcannons like you would get for the 1st time in the burrow Pairing: light George x Reader Warnings: None ( implied fluff, a George Wesley in love) Trailer: You are Yn Yln and a good friend from Hermione Greanger and when Hermione was invited to the burrow, she just took you with her. What you didn't know was that George had taken a liking to you. Unfortunately, he's quite… reserved about that sort of thing
Arrival:
in 2 weeks the next school year at Hogwarts would begin
you would arrive in the foxhole with Hermione
of course everyone knew that you would come too (not) that's why you arrived completely unexpectedly with Hermione
but everyone was still happy that you were there too
it was a huge hustle and bustle while you all greeted each other
it was already late so you all ate together, but suddenly you remembered something: "Um… Molly? " you asked hesitantly. "Yes, darling? "she said, looking at you questioningly. Unfortunately, she talks quite loud (because she was sitting at the other end of the table) which made everyone look at you. "Well, I'm very sorry, especially because I came along unannounced, but where am I supposed to sleep? ", you ask. Thoughtful silence until someone says: "She can sleep with us. ". It was George who offered. "Everywhere else is full. Harry sleeps with Ron, Hermione sleeps with Ginny. Bill's sleeping at Percy's and Charly's on the couch. Where else would she sleep?" he said.
Molly had no objections and so the whole thing was settled. After the last cup of cocoa had been drunk, you said, "Good night!" to everyone and ran upstairs to the Weasley twins' room and then got ready for bed in the bathroom and changed your clothes
when you were ready you walked out of the bathroom and nearly bumped into George and Fred who were arguing about who would go into the bathroom next
you slipped between them and made your way into the twins' room
To your surprise, your bed was already made up
it was between George's and Fred's beds and it didn't look like an air mattress either, but just like the twins' bed
the twins' bed, just as long, just as wide and just as high
you could immediately recognise which bed belonged to whom
'well, never mind' you thought and lay down in your own bed
A narrow beam of light shone into the room through the gap between the door and the wall, which increased in size 5 minutes after you lay down.
It was George, apparently he had won the fight against Fred
his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, indicating that he had been in the shower
He was wearing flaming red pyjamas that went wonderfully with his hair
You two looked at each other for a second or two until he seemed to have found his words again and said:
"Oh, Yn! I'm sorry! Did I wake you up? "
before you could answer, Fred came through the door and nearly ran over his twin brother in the process
He almost tripped over you too, but George was just able to grab him by the corner of his (equally flaming red) pyjamas and prevent such a mishap Fred is only named against your bed XD
when the last person in the house had gone to bed, it gradually became quiet in the house, which didn't mean that everyone was asleep
George and Fred were also still very much awake and talking animatedly about a new joke idea
you were almost asleep when suddenly the word was turned to you: "Well, Yn? How do you like it in the foxhole?" Fred suddenly asked you. "You don't like it, do you? It's…, too small, isn't it?" George added ashamedly. "No! I think it's great here!" you said, giggling.
After a while, Fred and George stopped talking and you were all finally able to sleep
you had a very restless sleep - you kept tossing and turning until you met with resistance
far too tired to think about it, you just lay there as it was so comfortable and you were finally getting warm
(George's view: )
It was already the middle of the night when I suddenly felt something
something had bumped into me and just stayed there
I turned round carefully and…
I had to suppress a squeak
It was Yn! She had snuggled up to me! She had been very restless the whole time and now she had finally fallen asleep. 'Oh God… she looks so beautiful… even when she's asleep' George thought to himself
He wasn't sure what he should do now
should he push you away, do nothing, or put an arm around you?
he decided in favour of the latter after a while
slowly and carefully, so as not to wake you up, he turned round so that he could hug you gently
'Oh, she's so warm and her skin…how can skin be so soft…She fits so perfectly in my arms' he thought
"Oh my God…" he murmured half asleep and melted away
he had imagined countless times what it would be like to hold you in his arms
it was a thousand times better than he had ever dreamed of
with the extremely tantalising thought of falling asleep like this every night, he also drifted off into his first dream
The next morning (your view):
you woke up, awakened by the sun's rays shining on your face
You were exceptionally warm, but not too hot, you felt something behind you and felt a gentle, steady throbbing. It was very cosy and pleasant just lying there. You could have fallen asleep again
It took you 2 minutes to come round properly, and after those 2 minutes came the shock of realisation - you squeaked out something like: "iiikkk!!!! ", you jumped up and had to exert a little more force than usual as you were being held down by 2 rather strong arms. You immediately ran to the bathroom, under the gaze of a confused Fred and a sleepy, yet guilty George
after you had washed your face in the bathroom, you almost stopped blushing and went back to the twins' room
Fred had asked you what had happened and you said you had simply been frightened by a spider
George didn't look at you, he just couldn't look him in the eye, but you looked at them both and shouted happily, "Good morning, Georgie and Freddie!" and scurried out of the room.
Please read: the characters are not mine and neither is the GIF. All credits go to the actual owners! if anything should be removed, please contact me.
Thanks for reading <3 I hope you enjoyed it! -do not read over again - If you want to make requests for other scenarios/headcannons, feel free to post them in the comments! Byee~
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I Wanna Be Yours
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Remus Lupin x Reader Smut
this was a request from Annabella-darklight on my wattpad
they wanted the same as my last one shot but rough. it's got some changes but essentially the same plot i hope you like it.
word count: 2178
Warnings: Rough smut, penetration, tying fem reader up, oral (fem receiving)
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Recently your band has been increasing in popularity. Now you're not very overwhelmed because you know what to expect.
how you may ask? Well, you are currently dating a member of one of the most popular bands in the world. who? only Remus Lupin of the Marauders. you weren't public because you were more scared than Remus. also, you are very stubborn that the popularity of your band is based on your band's music only.
your band mates Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas have been catching onto your strange behaviour recently and have been asking questions. you wanted to tell them badly but you had an idea.
you showed them your new song and they loved it. you're so glad they loved it. This is the most meaningful song you have ever written in your life. not so much the lyrics or anything but what you're planning to do with the song.
you already cleared things with Remus he was going to be there for the first show of your tour. he had no idea what was coming which was great. so you set your plan in motion. you and your band spent forever practicing making sure everything was perfect.
The night of the show everything was going great. Remus was right in front of the stage people recognizing him immediately and him being polite but blowing them off to watch you. you had your eyes on him pretty much all night and his eyes were on you. your plan would be set into motion for the last song of the night.
"Hey everybody, how are you tonight?" you ask and the whole crowd screams. "Lovely. I hope you guys enjoyed our set this is our last song of the night it's never been heard by anyone but the band so I hope you enjoy it." they scream again. "it's called I wanna be Yours" With that the girls start playing their instruments and you start swaying to the music dancing a little. When you look down you see Remus raise an eyebrow, you smirk and start singing.
"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust." you continue staring at him. It was a well-known fact in the fandom that Remus likes older things, one of those things was his car. a Ford Cortina. while you continue singing he knows it was about him and he's smiling hard getting the meanings behind all the words.
when you get to the line "at least as deep as the Pacific Ocean, now I wanna be yours." you drop to your knees and crawl towards Remus continuing to sing. When you sing "Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours" you hold his chin between your fingers and slide your thumb against his lip. he bit his lip and you smile turning around standing up and continuing to sing.
Now your plan was set into motion. you planted the bait you won't see Remus until tomorrow after your publicity interview and you were counting on them asking about what happened.
when you got back to your hotel room everyone was blasting your messages, Remus, Sirius, and James. Sirius and James didn't know but you were friends due to your connection through music. you ignored them all but you couldn't ignore your bandmates who stormed into your room.
"y/n what the hell was that!?" Lily asks throwing herself onto your bed.
"uh..." you were about to answer then Marlene butted in.
"Are you and him like a thing? you know what the interviewer tomorrow is gonna do babes." she was worried but you were counting on them doing that.
"honestly guys it's fine I have it under control can you just wait until tomorrow it will all be cleared up? trust me" You smile at them and they smile back.
"fine but if this fucks with our tour im going to kill you," Dorcas said with a playful glare.
"if anything it'll get us more ticket sales," Marlene smirks heading out of my room with the other two. you roll your eyes and jump into bed going to sleep for the night.
the next morning you work up right on time ready to get pampered for the interview. your publicist came and was lecturing the band on what to say and how to avoid saying things. She turns to you.
"what are we doing about this Remus situation" she smirks a little. Alice was the best. even though she's our publicist she's also our best friend and she has our best interest at heart. you knew she was happy for you.
"I've got it under control don't worry I know what to do." she nods and goes back to the other.
in no time you guys were sitting on the comfortable couches ready to talk to Drew Berrymore.
"so I don't mean to start the interview off with gossip but everyone wants to know. what is going on between you and Remus y/n?" she tilts her head smiling kindly at you. She was your favourite interviewer.
"oh lord" I chuckle nervously hiding my face in my hands. " alright, alright, okay we're dating. we have been for a while almost a year now. That whole show of things was to announce it. though he had no idea." you smile a little mischievously.
"Will he be mad about you announcing it without him knowing?" she looks concerned.
"Remus? no. he couldn't care less if people knew or not. on one hand, he likes to keep things private but on the other, he's also very possessive so he wants everyone to know I'm his. so he kinda put that job on my shoulders. I just wanted to have some fun with it." we all laughed and drew turns to the girls.
"did you girls know about this?" they all shook their heads hard.
"no she was acting a little strange so we were suspicious but we never guessed this. a pleasant surprise." Lily smiles big. she's always loved Remus.
"don't be sad guys no one knew. not even James and Siri. just our families." you pat Marlene who looked in shock on the shoulder.
"you called sirius siri does that mean you all are friends with the marauders?" she asks curiously.
"oh very much yeah we met through our publicist, whose husband is the marauder's publicist, that's how I met Remus. I guess I owe all my thanks to Frank and Alice Longbottom." you smile big at the camera and make a heart with your fingers. Alice behind the camera does the same.
after all of that, the interview went back to your music and ended soon after. when you walk out of the interview you grab your phone and see messages from Remus.
My moony❤️
What was that at the concert?
I mean it was really hot but what?
that was last night when I was ignoring him for the rest of the news to come out.
My moony❤️
Oh god, I love you.
turn around.
I looked at that message in confusion seeing it just came in and turn around. you see Remus standing there with a single daisy and a smile.
"hello love" he picks you up into his arms hugging you and spinning you around.
"Remmy what are you doing here?" you hold his cheeks pecking his lips.
"I wanted to surprise you for a change. I see what your whole plan was now." he chuckles into your neck still hugging you.
"was it a bad plan?" you get nervous you did something he didn't want.
"no love it was amazing." he leaned down to your ear. "I'll be thinking about that concert for many nights to come."
"Oh," I raise my eyebrow in teasing curiosity.
"oh I can't do it anymore come we're going home." he grabbed your wrist and led you to his car. handy dandy old Ford Cortina. he put you in the passenger seat and buckled you in before hopping into his side. he sped out of the parking lot and to his house.
"someone's eager." I tease. he makes a growling sound. When we make it home he quickly gets out and makes it to my side of the car. Once I'm out he picks me up and brings me inside.
he rushes up to his bedroom and throws me on the bed. I gasp a light moan and look up at him. He looks back at me, eyes dark with arousal.
"take your clothes off" he demands in a gravelly voice. immediately I started stripping in front of him. he started palming his pants and tilted his head. "spread your legs" he demanded again. As you slid your legs open he crawled in between your legs. slowly he licks a strip between your folds and you gasp grabbing his hair.
"oh remmy" he puts his arm around your hips to keep you in place then starts to lick faster. your climax approaching quicker and quicker. suddenly he adds two fingers into you curling them inside you. you arch your back and moan. he continues flicking and sucking your clit with his tongue and thrusting his fingers in and out of you. quickly the feeling grew more and more.
"remmy oh oh I'm gonna cum" You pull his hair trying to get his head closer to your heat chasing your release.
"cum for me love" he growls into your heat. you moan loud as your vision cuts out only seeing white as you cum.
he slowly works you through your climax till you've calmed down a bit. he slides up your body till he's face to face with you your bodies pushed together. he slowly tugs on his tie. you think he's about to get undressed but suddenly he grabs your hand and before you can resist you're tied to the headboard. he gets off the bed slowly stripping while you wiggle trying to get friction where you most need it.
"Please Remmy hurry I need you" you moan throwing your head back in frustration.
"Patience my love I'll give you what you need," he said crawling over you again you feel his hard length brush against your heat. you let out a moan and try to grind against it. he moves away. "not so fast" he kisses you deep and passionately. he rubs his hands along your body while you continue to buck up into him. after a while, he slowly strokes his cock before sliding it between your folds. you never get used to how big he is letting out a loud moan.
"ah yes remmy you're so big" You buck your hips trying to get him to move fast but he pushes your hips into the bed before he starts aggressively bucking into you. you're moaning loud and tears start slipping out of your eyes.
"you like that hm? finally shut up once you get what you want?" he teases when you don't answer he quickly unties your hands and flips you over onto all fours. "when I ask you a question you answer" he slaps your ass. you let out a moan and nod.
"yes I love it I love your big dick yes" he sticks it back in happy with your answer and immediately sets a punishing pace. you brace your hand against the headboard trying to prevent your head from smashing into it as Remus leans down your bodies fully connected groaning into your ear.
"I love your warm tight pussy so good for me love." you moan in response he holds you up with his arms as you reach an arm back and play with his hair.
"oh godic I'm so close remmy please." you try to match his thrusts but he holds you too hard.
"wait till I'm ready we'll come together." he starts going harder reaching an arm down you play with your clit bringing you closer. you clench your teeth trying to hold back.
"Remmy I can't I need to cum" You grab his hair harder. Remus groans into your ear.
"Now love cum now" You feel the strings of his cum shooting into you and you let out a loud moan as the earth-shattering orgasm ripped through you. you fall to the bed as Remus slowly works you through your high. slowly Remus plops down next to you looking into your eyes.
"the whole world knows I'm yours now." you smile at him he smiles back and kisses you.
"quiet now or you'll get me worked up all over again." he goes to get up but you grab his hand. "I'll be back love I'm just grabbing a cloth to clean you up." you let go and he goes to the washroom quickly cleaning you up before cuddling with you in bed. it doesn't take you long before you start fading out of consciousness but before you do you hear Remus whisper to you
"I wanna be yours too."
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hope you guys enjoyed
XOXO
Good day night whatever
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potterheadanasstuff · 10 months
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My valentine<3💗(Part-1 )
Fred Weasley~
Info:you are a student of Hogwarts, your one year below Fred and George and for the purpose of this oneshot the Golden trio are just 1 year below the twins too. Also Sirius had a daughter aka you before going to Azkaban. And harry doesn't know about the whole lie of Sirius killing lily and James... hehehe
Ships:HarryxGinny , RonxHermione , NevillexLuna.
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Being Sirius' daughter came with serious personality traits.. but these traits may have made one of the most infamous pranksters at Hogwarts. But your pranks were known all over the school since the day you joined Hogwarts in you 2nd year when you transferred to Hogwarts from Dumstrang. You were close to the trio and had always loved pranking Ron with Harry's help and enjoyed Hermione's scoldings after, twins too had heard about your pranks and saw you in the hallways but never actually talked or payed attention until today....
Your pov
You were walking down the halls with Luna as she went on and on about how she thinks Neville doesn't like her the way she does and how she wants to ask him out today as today was Valentine's day. Trust me I love Luna but dating isn't something that I have experience in I mean I have many guy friends but I have never dated anyone before. Like seriously who is going to ask a girl on a date whose dad is a so-called murderer?
'So Haven who would you be spending your day with?' Luna asked snapping me out of my thoughts.
'No one actually.. I'm just gonna finish that essay about werewolves that Snape gave us'
I said while while seating at the Griffendor table with Luna standing next to me .. low-key stared at the tall red head laughing over a joke his identical brother said.
'Havennn!' Luna exclaimed
'Wat?' I said while chewing on a cookie.🍪
'Ask him out!!' She whisperer-shouted at me
'Who?Fred?no way are kidding me im wayyy out of his league' I said
'Oh come on atleast try' she said
'OH please like he would say yes to me'
'He might just imagine you and Him at three broomsticks laughing at jokes and planning pranks to do together' she said dreamily
'Umm.. yeah! Nope, not gonna happen... I'm not going there and getting humiliated' I said
'Haven come onnn' Luna whined
'No Luna please.. I mean I'm fine ok... it's okay that he doesn't like me' I exclaimed with a small smile trying to reassure her
'H-hey umm haven?' Asked a deep voice nervously
'Yes' I replied and turned around to see..FRED?
'OH h-hi ahh I mean hi Fred?' I greeted sheepishly
'Umm so aa I-you know today is Valentine's day and I was wondering if..umm you would like to go on a date with me??' Fred asked looking down with closed eyes ready to get rejected.
'What!' You exclaimed in pure shock
'I-i-i umm sure Fred'
His head snapped up looking at you with stupid grin
'Really??' He asked to make sure he wasn't hearing things
'Yeah..'
' wow umm ok I'll see you then at 4?'
'Today at 4 it is' you said grinning
He winked and walked towards the exit to his brother but then stopped turned around to look
at you than turned back to exit while you and Luna giggled and talked about what just happened.
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To be continued....
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glenn-simp · 1 year
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Fred and George Weasley x Reader
Harry Potter
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"Hey Yn,"
"We were thinking-"
I quickly cut Fred and George off, before they said something stupid.
"Not right now guys."
Fred and George walked quicker and stopped to stand in my way.
"Ah- what are you doing?"
"Just trying to talk to our dear friend. Now,"
"Would you care to be apart of our biggest plans yet?"
I glanced at the two of them.
"No. But I'll be happy to see it. Now I must get going, sorry!"
I rushed off towards my next class.
Fred and George looked at eachother.
"Always in a hurry, she is..."
"Told you she would say no."
"Least she said she likes our pranks."
"Good point, George."
"Thanks, Fred."
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Thanksgiving with the Weasleys
Info: You're Y/N black, Sirius Black's daughter. It is Thanksgiving and you were invited to the by Fred and George Weasley to come over. You always talked to Molly and got along with her, you would always help her cook, and chit chat about everything, she would always ask you how her little boys and Ginny are doing.
⚠️ Warning (for some people)⚠️ Sirius Black X Remus Lupin GayLove Daddy issues Sirius Black - dad Remus Lupin - Dad
Ok? Ok
Meanings: Pup- your nickname that your dad's named you Y/N/N- your nickname aka you can choose Y/N- Your name
"Come on guys! We can't be late! Our mom will kill us!" Ron yelled, "Ron, we have Y/N and mum LOVES Y/N more then Harry" Fred responded. "I'm just happy that Y/N is coming for Thanksgiving" Ginny hug me as we walk, me, Ginny, Ron and Harry were behind Fred and George. As me and Ginny talked I saw her looking at Harry, "Does Ginny have a crush?" I teased her as Fred and George laughed. "Stop!" I said her face looking a blight red, I laughed at her as Harry and Ron started talking again.   We finally arrived at the borrow what Fred and George going first, then Ron and Harry fellowed by me and Ginny. "Where! Have! You! Bee-" Mrs.Weasley stopped as soon as she saw Harry and me. "Y/N. Harry, I'm happy to see you too!" She walked to us and gave us a very big hug. We all walked in the living room to see Bill, he's wife, Charlie and Mr.Weasley. "ah, Harry. Y/N, nice to see you" Mr.Weasley said as he and anyone else stood up to greet us. A few minutes later Hermione came and anyone started talking to each other. "Y/N, dear. Do you want to help me cook?" "Yes please!" I hopped up and walked to the kitchen to Molly. "Can you help cut up the veggies, please?" "Of course!" I walked to the counter an grabbed a knife and started to cut. First the onions then carrots, beat and final the lettuce. I started cutting the onions when Fred and George walked in, " Mum?" "Mhm" she . "Can Y/N stay the night?" George asked. She turned to look at him, "First we have to get permission from Y/N's fathers. Second where would she sleep" she raised her one eye brows. "In our room" Fred said smirking, "Why not with me?" Ginny popped her head in the kitchen. "If Sirius says yes, then she will sleep in your room. Ok?" "Yes!" Ginny said, I turned and smiled at her. Fred and George looked mad, but just turned and walked back to the living room. Ginny continued smiling as she walked back to the living room too.   Now I was cutting the lettuce when Ron walked in, "Hey, Y/N?" "Yea, Ron?" Molly was in the bathroom at the time. "Can you help me? Tell Hermione-" "You like her?" I cut me off as I turned to look at him. "Yes, Ronnie. I'll help you" I laughed as I turned around to the lettuce. He smiled and walked back to the living room. I finished the last of lettuce.    "I'm back... And you done" Molly smiled, I smiled back at her. "Dinners almost ready!" Molly yelled to the other, "you are very helpful Y/N" "Thank you, Mrs.Weasley." 'knock knock' "I'll get it!" I said as I ran to the front door. I opened the door to see- "dad!" I hugged him, "What about me?" Remus asked. "Your here too!?" He joined the hug. "Of course" "We missed you Pup" Sirius said, "Sirius?!" Harry ran to my dad. Sirius stopped hugging me and hugged Harry as me and my Dad walked to the living room. "Mr.Lupin, nice to meet you" Mr.Weasley said, "Hello" "Professor?!" Hermione asked "hello Ms. Granger" she ran and hugged him. "I see you've missed me" he laughed, I laughed too.   After a while it was dinner. Mr Weasley was at one of the ends with Mrs Weasley on he's right and Bill on he's left. Next to Mrs Weasley of Ron and next to Ron was Hermione, Harry in front, Ginny beside Harry. Me in the middle of Fred and George, with my dad's in front of me.   Mr Weasley and my dad's were talking about muggle thing, Harry, Ron and Hermione were talking about school. Mrs Weasley listened to her husband and my dad's talk. I talked with Fred and George about me sleeping over.   "Why can't you stay in our room?" Fred asked, "because your mum said so" I told him. "Mr Black?" George asked, my dad looked at him followed by Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley and Dad. "Yes?" He raised he's brow, "Can Y/N stay the night? Or the week?" My dad looked at Mr and Mrs Weasley, they nodded a 'ok'. "Yes, she can stay. But only for 3 days, we need to spend time with her too." "Yes!" Fred and George yelled at the same time, causing me to laugh. "And she's staying in Ginny's room" Mrs Weasley said, stopping the twins of celebrating. They sat down and we all going back to the conversations we were having.
                                 (Remus's POV)
  I felt happy knowing that Y/N was safe, I trust the Weasley very much.   I know those Weasley twins like Y/N, because their faces got a little mad when Mrs Weasley said "And she's staying in Ginny's room". I'm happy that Y/N is happy.
                           
A/N I KNOW I'M LATE
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All that's on my mind right now is riding Fred's face to this specific version of Welcome To The Hell Zone by Bobby Raps.
-NSFW UNDERCUT-
The rooms dim, there's slight perspiration coating your skin leaving your bodies in a soft glow.
He lays diagonally across your bed with his feet amongst your pillows as you're sat atop his face. Your hips rocking in a perfect rhythm that has your face scrunching in concentration and pleasure. His tongue lazily flicks within your walls to aid in your pleasure but the majority of the work is in your own movements, this isn't a meal for him. He's merely a means to your own end. Just a thing to fuck to reduce the stress you've been carrying for far too long now, and he's okay with that. He'd do anything to help you.
His slight stubble of a beard creates a glorious friction against your cunt as you grind down upon him, the scratch a familiar burn you more than welcome...you crave it.
As you lose yourself to the moment and your climax dangles tantalisingly infront of you, your movements start to become erratic, desperate to catch it at whatever cost.
You force your mind to blank, every thought not focused on cumming is erased as you chase that high. Fred's fingers dig into the softness of your thighs as he feels the new intensity of your body on him now and knows you're close, he focuses himself on not disrupting you knowing how quickly this moment could slip from your grasp if you are disturbed.
The song echoes in your mind, the beat dropping and your orgasm breaking over you in tandem. You throw your head back and arch your body as it overwhelms your senses. A hand gripping into his sweaty strands of ginger hair. A tear slipping from your eye and down your cheek washing away weeks of stress; there's no medicine for you but this is the cure.
Pure euphoria encapsulates your being and it's as if all your troubles dissipated.
The gentle, soothing strokes of Fred's fingers ghosting over his indentations left in your thighs coax you back to him and your breathing begins to steady.
A tiredness creeps into your bones as you dismount the man beneath you and you struggle to open your eyes. He scoops your body into his and lays you against the pillows. Pulling your underwear up and tucking you within the blankets he cuddles into you.
For the first time in many nights you feel yourself drifting to sleep with a smile, and the faint warmth of a sticky kiss placed from his lips to your cheek bone.
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am I the one you think about?
part 2!!
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pairing: fred weasley x reader
summary: having your heart broken before love really blossomed hurts more than it should. but fred's flirty banter never quits. maybe your love story isn't quite over?
warnings: slightly angsty but with a happy ending
authors note: i am so sorry for how long this took! school got crazy and college applications are a nightmare. however, i hope you all had a good holiday season and enjoy this late christmas gift!
part one
CROSS-POSTED TO AO3
You refused to cry as you stomped back to your shop. Fred could do whatever he wanted. It wasn’t like the two of you were together or anything. He just flirted with you like crazy and you developed a massive crush on him. 
And of course, the girl Fred was kissing was gorgeous. You couldn’t get her face out of your mind. Clear, gorgeous dark skin and eyes, black hair in a braided ponytail that looked effortless, and a tall figure that looked like she was meant to be a model for Quidditch robes. 
You didn’t know how you even thought you could pull someone like him. Fred was gorgeous and strong and funny, and you were just…well, you. Not anything special. 
You swore as you stepped into a massive puddle near your shop. Tears were beginning to prick your eyes, but you blinked them away. You would not cry over a man you knew not even twenty-four hours. 
And it would be better if it didn’t work out, you thought. You were going to be very busy with your shop once it opened, and you wouldn’t have time for any sort of relationship. It would be an absolute logistical nightmare, and you had to focus on your business. 
You nodded to yourself as you stepped inside your shop, decorated with candles, fairy lights, and plants. This was where you belonged. This was the important thing, not some stupid boy you met once. 
*
MAGICAL HERBS AND HEALING GRAND OPENING!!!
You smiled to yourself as you lowered your wand and took in the exterior of your shop. Everything looked perfect. The plants were in place, the widow displays were shining, and best of all, the banner hung front and center, inviting anyone and everyone to come in. 
People were beginning to trickle into Diagon Alley for some early morning shopping, so you rushed inside your shop and flicked the sign from open to closed. You bounced on your heels as you did some final checks to make sure that everything was in place.
You had already checked about seven times, but there wasn’t any harm in one more, was there? 
Soon enough, you didn’t have time to check anything, too busy ringing up the barrage of customers who entered your store. The line was spread throughout the shop, and you couldn’t stop smiling as your products and potions flew off the shelves. 
Your dreams were coming true. Everything was running smoothly, the customers were marveling at the aesthetics of your shop, and you’d gotten many promises to come back.
But the day couldn’t stay perfect forever, and your eyes widened as a familiar face entered the shop. You couldn’t help but notice Fred’s handsome face and body, but you cursed yourself. You would not be thirsting for a taken man.
Attempting to look as busy as possible, you straightened the boxes behind you and fussed with the register. You could feel his stare on your back, and it took every ounce of your will not to turn.
He is a taken man. He has a girlfriend. 
And he is still staring at you.
After a generous amount of time, Fred cleared his throat. You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment, and finally began to turn around. As slowly as humanly possible. 
“That excited to see me, huh?”
You ignored him.
“And what are you looking for today sir?”
His eyes widened. “Sir? You haven’t forgotten my name already, have you?”
Taken man. Taken man. Taken man.
This was going to be an exercise in self-control.
“Just-” you paused. “Come on, Fred-”
“I knew you remembered-”
“This isn’t a great time-”
“Well then tell me when is,” Fred said. “I’d be glad to arrange a date.”
Why did he have to say these things?
“Are you really going to make me do this now?” you asked, anger coloring your tone. “It's opening day, and I’d really rather you not ruin it.”
“Ruin it?” he asked, dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”
“You know what? Fine,” you snapped. “Come here after closing. We can talk then. I have customers to help, and I’m sure you do too.”
Fred’s eyebrows were scrunched together, and his mouth pulled into a frown. “I-” he paused when he looked at your face, and a defeated expression appeared on his face. “Okay.”
You stared at him as he left, and a part of you wondered if you’d hallucinated the whole thing. He seemed so earnest, like he actually wanted to talk to you. Like you were important, not some other girl he wanted to have on the side. 
But you couldn’t think like that. He probably had some other ulterior motive.
You turned to the next customer in line. “Hi, how can I help you today?”
*
You had to give him credit, Fred was at your shop door at six pm sharp. You tried to ignore him for a while, but he eventually caught your eye as you wiped down the counters.
He gave you a big smile as you opened the door, and part of you wanted to melt. His smile was so bright and full of ardent hope. His freckles made him look younger, and it really added to the sweetness of his face. 
“So,” Fred began after a moment. “Why didn’t you come see the shop? It’s been weeks.”
You sighed. “Look, Fred. I just don’t think us talking like this is appropriate.”
He scrunched his brows. “Appropriate? Why not?” his eyes widened. “I haven’t been impolite, have I? I swear I’ve never meant to say anything weird, I just like to have a laugh-”
“No! Nothing like that,” you said. “I’m not interested in the kind of relationship you want.” There you said it. You would not be someone’s side piece or a good fuck. You wanted something real.
You should have known he was too good to be true as soon as you hit him with those boxes. 
“Oh,” Fred said, his face falling. “I’m so sorry that I assumed-” he paused, “I mean, yeah, sorry, you’re really busy so…yeah.” He forced a smile and stepped back. “I guess I’ll see you around?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I’ll see you.”
You ignored the disappointment in your chest as the bells rang, signifying Fred had left the shop.
*
The shop was still packed a few days later. You supposed word had spread about your low prices and fast wait times because potions were flying off the shelves. You’d begun to think about hiring someone else to help check people out while you brewed in the back. 
Plus, people seemed to like the idea of a small A&E in the back, and you’d definitely need more help with that. 
You’d just finished restocking some salves when he walked in. His brown eyes sparkled when they met yours, and that easy, earnest smile was back on his face. There was no hesitation or the anxiety you’d seen the other day. He was acting like nothing had happened. 
You hesitatingly smiled when he reached the counter, but your jaw dropped when you noticed the bruise that had formed around his eye. 
“Holy shit, Fred!” without thinking, you reached to touch his black eye. “What happened?”
He scoffed. “This is nothing. We just had a slight malfunction with one of our new products.”
“This doesn’t look very slight.”
“I’m fine. But,” he smirked. “I do appreciate your concern.”
“It’s professional concern,” you muttered as you searched for the anti-bruise cream behind the counter. “You’re not special.”
Fred’s jaw dropped dramatically. “You hurt me, dear lady.”
You snorted. “I think you can take it.”
Fred’s hand brushed yours as you handed him the cream and the anti-swelling potion. Your cheeks flushed, and he gave you a sweet smile as he left the shop. 
You could feel yourself smiling throughout the rest of the day, and you cursed yourself every time.
 He isn’t actually interested. He’s just a flirt. 
*
The next time Fred came in was a week later, and this time he had a cut branching up his arm. Thankfully, it was nearly closing time and most of your customers had trickled out by then. 
“What is this?” you fretted, grabbing his arm. “You hurt yourself again?”
“It was just a small incident with one of the pygmy puffs,” he chuckled. “They don’t like being told what to do.”
“Probably because they’re your orders,” you joked. “They can probably sense the stupidity from a mile away.”
“Hey!” he mock-yelled. “They don’t listen to George either.”
“My point still stands,” you said, tapping the cut with your wand. You held back a shiver as your thumb brushed his strong bicep. Was it just you, or did he have goosebumps?
“You don’t even know George.”
“He’s your brother, so if he’s anything like you, I’d be worried about his intelligence.”
Fred pouted. “They don’t listen to Angelina either, and she’s got a good head on her shoulders, so I think they just don’t listen to anyone.”
You paused your cleaning of his cut for a moment and tried to make your face as neutral as possible. “Who’s Angelina?” Could she be the girl he was kissing?
“Oh she’s George’s girlfriend,” he said, oblivious. You breathed a silent sigh of relief. “I don’t know how they’re still together, honestly she could do so much better, but she likes him, I suppose.”
You hummed, finally letting go of his arm to grab a potion. The cut was just barely a scratch now, but you wanted to make sure it didn’t get infected.
“Make sure you drink this, Fred, tonight and tomorrow morning. It’ll wash out any weird pygmy puff or whatever you call it infection from your body.”
“Yes ma’am!” he saluted and headed for the door. You couldn’t help but watch him make his way back from his shop, a spring in his step and a smile on his gorgeous face.
*
It kept happening. Fred came in with food poisoning, many more bruises, and even boils at one point. They were apparently from his inventions and experiments, but you were starting to get worried. Who gets injured this much?
The last straw was when he walked in with an injured leg. Your A&E hadn’t been opened yet, but you had hired a retired healer to run the counter so you could run in and out on occasion.
You were in the back, mixing a new potion when there was a loud commotion at the entrance. You had a sneaking suspicion of who it was but continued to stir the liquid until Martha poked her head into your office. 
“It’s your boy,” she said. “And I think you’ll want to see this.”
That got you out of your seat immediately. Most of the time Fred’s injuries honestly seemed more like excuses to come see you, for what reason you didn’t know, but Martha’s tone made it seem much more serious.
“What’s wro-” fear shot through you as you saw the pain on Fred’s face, and the fact that he was leaning on….a direct copy of himself?
You weren’t sure whether to be more worried or confused. Had Fred somehow invented a cloning machine? 
As you looked closer, you realized that they weren’t completely alike. The person next to Fred’s face was more rounded, and his nose was slightly bigger. His face was a bit uneven, and there was something off with his ear, but you couldn’t tell from far away. 
Suddenly, it all clicked. 
“You must be George!” you exclaimed. “Fred, you never told me that you had an identical twin!”
“Pleased to finally meet you,” George said, turning to Fred. “I can’t believe you never mentioned we were twins!” He glanced at you, mischief in his eyes. “It’s like you don’t care about me or something.”
“Shut up, George,” Fred said, turning your attention back to him. “I’m sorry to bother you again, darling-” your heart jumped, “-but I’m in quite a bit of pain and I was wondering if you could fix me up again?”
He is just a flirt. He is just a flirt. He is just a flirt. 
“Yes, of course,” you scooped Fred’s other arm over your neck and helped George carry him into the patient room. “Martha! Can you hold down the fort for a bit?”
You didn’t wait to hear her affirmative before slowly and carefully lowering Fred down onto the patient bed. His face was contorted in pain, and you couldn’t help yourself from squeezing his shoulder in support once he was safely in bed. 
“Drink this,” you said as you passed him a cup full of silver liquid. “It’ll make the pain go away for a bit.” Fred gulped it down, and a goofy smile filled his face when he finished. 
“You’re so pretty,” he said lazily.
You could feel heat creeping up your face, but you ignored him.
“Sleep well.”
You cleared your throat and turned to George. 
“Judging from the dirt and the Quidditch robes, I assume he fell off his broom?”
George nodded. “Yeah. He got distracted and a Bludger came flying toward him and…” he made a violent gesture, “Crash!”
You nodded. “Did he fall unconscious at any point, or hit his head?”
“He was a bit confused at first,” George said, hesitating. “He kept asking to come here though. My girlfriend kept trying to convince him to go to St. Mungos, but he wasn’t having it.” George smiled. “Are you two together? Because he kept asking specifically for you.”
Call the fire department, because your face was scorching. “I-” you stammered. “I thought he had a girlfriend or something?”
George snorted. “Fred? A girlfriend? He hasn’t dated anyone in a long time. I was honestly starting to wonder if he was gay and just afraid to tell me or something.”
“Really?” Your mind was spinning. Had you actually just hallucinated seeing Fred kiss someone outside of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes? “I thought saw him kiss a girl outside your shop a few months ago.” You sighed for a moment. “They looked really happy, so I didn’t want to intervene or anything.”
“That would be news to me,” he paused for a moment, lost in thought. “Wait, what did she look like?”
There was an insistent knock on the door. 
“Sorry, we’re busy right now!” you called. “Ask the counter if you need anything.”
The door burst open, and your jaw dropped when the women came crashing in. She was much less put together than the last time you’d seen her, her hair flying everywhere and her cheeks flushed. But she had the same dark skin and hair, and the same commanding appearance that made you see why Fred liked her. 
“I’m sorry,” you said politely. “But I’m currently busy with a patient. Please wait outside or go to St. Mungos if you-”
“She's fine,” George interrupted. “This is Angelina, my girlfriend.”
Suddenly, it all clicked into place. It wasn’t Fred you’d seen kissing a girl, it was George. Who was kissing his girlfriend. Like a normal person. 
You were completely and utterly stupid. 
“Angelina, this is that girl that Fred won’t shut up about.”
“Oh excellent!” She strolled over to you and stared at you seriously. “Please go out with him. Just to put him out of his misery. All I hear about anymore is him whining that some beautiful girl from the shops won’t date him and I need it to stop,” Her eyes were wide and solemn. “Please.”
George snorted. “Way to expose Freddie there.”
Angelina grinned back at him. “I think he needs it.”
“Well,” you clasped your hands, ignoring the redness in your cheeks. “I’m just going to do a quick skull exam just in case he hit his head, and then I’ll set his leg and let him rest.”
You couldn’t believe you’d messed it up this bad. Of course, you’d just seen Fred’s identical twin kissing his girlfriend. How hadn’t you thought of it before?
You quickly began your work, murmuring spells to yourself as you ensured everything was fine. You winced at the loud crack that sounded when Fred’s leg was set, but a final “Episkey,” finally healed the break.
You turned to face George and Angelina, who were watching with rapt attention. “Fred needs to sleep for an hour or two, just to make sure he doesn’t feel all the pain right away. I’d prefer to keep him here, just to make sure he stays asleep and pain-free, and I’ll also be able to check him over again once he wakes,” you said. “But I’ll do whatever you guys want.”
Angelina elbowed George before he could speak. “I think Fred will be perfectly content with staying here for a few hours.”
“Yup,” George said. “He’ll be fine.”
*
You’d been running in to check on Fred for what probably was close to every 5 minutes for the past hour and a half. Martha had given you multiple suspicious nods and knowing looks every time you stepped out of the back room, and she winked at you as she left at the end of her shift.
The store was closed and empty after another long and busy day, and the urge to go check on Fred was already pulling at you. 
Just in case.
It seemed your intuition had been correct, as he began to stir the moment you opened the door. His nose twitched adorably, and there was a small smile on his face as his eyes opened, the sleep still present in his stare.
Without thinking, you stroked his hair, but Fred didn’t seem to mind. He actually leaned into your touch, the smile on his face growing. It was all so domestic, and you couldn’t stop your own smile from spreading across your face. 
“Your smile is so pretty,” Fred mumbled. “You should do that more.”
Warmth filled your face. “I like yours too,” you sat on the edge of his bed. “Does anything still hurt?”
“Not when I’m looking at someone as beautiful as you.”
“You are shameless!” you giggled, smacking him on the side.
“Are you slapping a patient?” Fred teased. “I’m gonna have to report you to the Ministry.”
“You’re making me wonder if you have brain damage that I missed somewhere.” You said as you helped Fred sit up on the side of the bed. “Let me check again.”
Fred, much to your surprise, passed all of his exams with flying colors.
“First time that’s happened,” he joked. 
“I guess that means you’re sane enough for me to do this.”
You leaned in and brought your lips against his. Fred gasped into your mouth and responded eagerly, his hand rising to cup your face and bring you closer. His mouth was soft and gentle, and you almost wanted to cry with how sweet he was. One of your arms wrapped around his neck, while your other hand grabbed his bicep.
Fred leaned back for a moment, chuckling. “I guess you’re finally free to touch my arms now.”
“What do you mean?” 
“Don’t pretend that you haven’t been thirsting over my arms the entire time we’ve known each other.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He laughed again as he leaned back in, taking control of the kiss this time. He was more passionate now, and you let out a gasp as his tongue brushed against yours. Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before, and you had to break the kiss because you couldn’t stop smiling.
After you leaned back, Fred just stared at you for a moment, a soft smile on his face. Sure, he was already handsome, but that smile made him look ten times better, and even younger than before. His freckles made his smile boyish, and there was childlike joy in his face as he looked at you. 
“What made you change your mind?” Fred asked after a moment, his brows furrowing. “I thought you didn’t want a relationship.”
“So here’s the thing,” you laughed nervously. “I thought you didn’t want a relationship.”
Fred’s eyes widened. “I think you’re the one who needs to get your brain checked, love. Because I think I was being pretty obvious.”
“Hey! You’re supposed to be nice to me now.” You poked his chest. “But remember when I told you I’d come over to see your shop the day after we met?”
“Vividly.”
“Yeah, so I ended up seeing George and Angelina kissing in front of the door to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and since someone,” you stared at him pointedly, “didn’t tell me he had an identical twin, I assumed it was you.”
Fred was silent for a moment. “I have been coming to your shop nonstop for months, and you still thought I had a girlfriend the whole time?”
“Well now it seems stupid-”
He kissed you lightly before you could finish. “You can never make fun of me for being clueless again.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find a way to upstage me.”
Fred wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You couldn’t stop the stupid smile that was on your face, and you were sure Fred had a similar one right next to you. He squeezed your shoulder, and you leaned your head against him. Warmth enveloped you, and you’d never been so comfortable before.
“Don’t worry, love,” Fred said. “You’re the only one I think about.”
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Fred; calling you random nicknames
Fred; calling you egg
You; giving him the side eye
Fred; oh shi-
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Babysitting
Fred weasley x reader x George weasley
Summary: the twins know everything
Read at own risk
Warning : swearing, one year age difference
fred and george <16> you <17>
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Yn pov
"Their literally a year younger then me" I whined to my mom as we turned into the weasley probity “because their not.... trustworthy as molly put it” my dad murmured pulling up to the house “have fun” mom smiled turning to me “its gonna be so much fun” i say sarcastically and get out watching as they drive away ‘let hell begin’ i walked to the door and knocked on it “yn hello” i smiled as molly answered it “hello molly” i greeted and glanced to the two demons behind her “hey yn” fred greeted with a wink and george just did a little wave “we have to get going we’ll catch up later” she murmured and called the rest into the car “bye guys” i waved and watched as they drove away i walked inside and closed the door ignoring the twins as i walk into the dining to do some care for magical creatures homework “are you gonna ignore us the whole time” fred murmured leaning next to me “till i finish this home yes” i mutter and smile as they walk away to do their own thing ‘peace and quiet’
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i stretch out my tired arms and looked around it was quiet to quiet “guys” i called but no response i slowly get up and look around i made my way up stairs and knock on their bedroom door but no response i open the door and my eyes widen at the scene before me the twins sat shirtless on their beds “i-im so sorry you j-just didn’t answer me when i called you” i stuttered looking anywhere but them “why aren’t you looking at us yn” fred teased standing up and walking towards me “because your not wearing a shirt” i muttered still looking away “come on yn” fred said grabbing my jaw forcing me to face him “are you scared” he chuckled “n-no” i murmur as my cheeks turn a light shade of pink “does someone have a little crush” george joined in on the teasing and moved to stand behind me blocking my way out “no i don’t” i tried getting out but there was no way “just admit it and we’ll let you go” george whispered into my ear i looked down “fine i do have a crush on you” i muttered crossing my arms “aww look george shes pouting” fred murmured lifting my face up “now was that so hard” he said before kissing “remember fred sharing is caring” george said kissing my neck “how about we get rid of these” george murmured pulling off my clothes leaving me in my underwear “cute panties babe” fred winked and slowly kneeled kissing my body as he goes down stopping at my panties “he cam play with that while i play with these” george played with my boobs squeezing and pinching “guys please” i murmured “in such a hurry” fred shook his head and pulled my panties down “fuck your wet” he groaned “george you got to see this” fred muttered, george moved around and chuckled at the site “you wanted this” he laughed and kissed me "lets move this to the bed shell we" he smirked and nudged fred and guided me to his bed "sit still and watch us" fred pointed and me, I sat and stared as they took off their clothes piece by piece "I never knew you guys were such good strippers" I giggled they gave me a surprised look “oh really” fred winked as they slowly moved towards me “you like our bodys yn” george teased and slowly pushed me to lay down on the bed “seriously dude if i didn’t i wouldn’t be here” i muttered smiling and pulled him into a kiss “oh look who’s joining in” fred chuckled and kissed my nick as they hands wandered around my body “come on do something” i whined against george’s lips “you mean something like this” i moaned as fred shoved his fingers into my pussy “fred” i squealed “how about you take our cocks instead of his fingers” george murmured looking into my eyes “fuck yes”.
george pov 
I sat behind her and fred was infront "ready fred" "ready george" fred inserted himself first then it was me "fuck have you done this before" we moaned and started thrusting "I wanted this to happen" she whined bucking her hips into ours 'fuck she's hot'
Yn pov
We were moaning messes they were dirty talking me making me hornier and their dicks pumping in and out of me I was going insane "please go harder" I cried "as you wish ma-lady" they chuckled going harder and faster "fuck" I whined they were really good, I was getting closer and closer "im gonna cum" I squealed leaning back against George's chest I whined as one of their hands started rubbing my clit "fuck" I yelled squirming as I cam "shit" they released inside me we panted and lied down "your the best babysitter ever" "oh fuck off".
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