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maraudeerlyyours · 7 years

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“’mione, grammar doesn’t matter...”

said Fred and George.

They sat on Ron’s bed, fiddling with their wands as Hermione dusted the room.

“Yes it does,” demanded Hermione. “Listen, I know you might not care, but just change it and move the apostrophe, will you? Please? For me?”

The twins groaned.

“Okay,” Fred said. “But only-

“-if it means you stop complaining.” George finished.

“We’ve got a business to run!” they said together, standing and gesturing with their hands.

“So good day, madam,” George called to her. He bounded to the door, and opened it with a bow and a flourish.

Fred winked at her, and then pushed her out the door. “Adieu!”

>>>fast forward to 3 and a half years later>>>

George sighed and looked at his hands, calloused and scarred from the numerous times he had lost control.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and then stepped out onto the sunlit main road of Diagon Alley.

Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes had once been the brightest store within a 10-mile radius, surpassing even Gringotts and it’s marble walls. Now, it stood there sadly, derelict and abandoned. After half a year, George still couldn’t bring himself to come here.

But he had come, and despite finding the idea of running it without Fred an absolute nightmare, he couldn’t let himself make his mother shed so many more tears because of him.

So he took one last look at the sign, purple and bright, which had once let off sparks that made even the grumpiest wizard crack a smile, and the rabbit that had been pulled out of the hat, with its drooping ears and cracked front tooth.

He stopped short when he saw the lettering, a faded musty yellow that brought him haunting memories that would forever last.

He could still make out the WEASLEYS’ WIZARDING WHEEZES, despite the dust that had been collecting for months now.

And he’s suddenly he’s 15 again, dreaming about a joke store with his twin brother, his best friend, his partner in everything, and for a minute...

everything seems alright.

But reality isn’t alright and Fred isn’t here and it’s no longer Fred and George it’s just George and the joke shop isn’t theirs it’s his and he doesn’t want it because it was their dream not his and everything is just coming at him far too fast...

He falls to his knees and just stays there until Hermione finds him there at midnight, head in his hands and freezing.

No-one really remembers the day that Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes becomes Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, because who notices things like that, but Hermione does, and every year on that day, a fresh bouquet of flowers and a punching telescope are found at Fred’s gravestone.

#hp #fredandgeorge #gredandforge #justgeorge #fremione

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synoir · 7 years

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I'm loving your stories. Maybe Regulus and Lily, to go on with the Regulus thematic? Would you ship them?

Thank you love, I’m glad you like them!

Yes, yes I’ll ship them together! I never read a story about them, but the Pureblood Prince and Muggleborn Girl is just… Perfection.

And Regulus just knows he should not even look at her. But he just can’t help himself. He doesn’t only look at her, he watches her, as if she is a puzzle and he wants to solve her.

Mudblood, he thinks in his head -trying the word in his mind, wondering how a meaning can disappear from one’s mind. But it just does.

Maybe it’s because Lily smiles at him even though he is wearing green and silver. In that smile, Regulus finds courage, sitting on the same table with her in the library. He knows that if anyone would see him his mother would find out about it. But maybe that’s courage, and maybe that’s why other Slytherins say Gryffindors are not very smart.

It’s plain stupid to smile at her knowing this after all. It’s so very stupid, and dangerous, and he is risking his life and inheritance. He is surprised to see that he doesn’t care.

When he pulls her towards a hidden alcove in one of the many corridors of the castle and the fear in her eyes disappear when her eyes fell on him, he knows that stupid isn’t such a bad thing to be.

They greet each other stupidly, “Hi,” is the word that drops from her mouth, and he can only say the same thing back at her.

He tells her, then. That he is stupid, and it is probably the worst idea ever but even then, would she go to Hogsmeade with him?

And she agrees that t is stupid, and is he sure? Wouldn’t his parents hear of it? “We don’t have to,” she says. But he is sure. He chooses to be stupid.

When Sirius sees them in Hogsmeade together, he steps between Regulus and Mulciber. When they look at each other he knows that once again they are brothers. He holds Lily’s hand in his, he feels her shake with anger and fear, and he promises to never let it go.

When the Samhain night of 1981 comes, and he feels their wards breeched, he grabs her hand one last time. “Kreacher!” he calls, a name that he didn’t utter in years, and as he runs down the stairs to meet Voldemort he hears the familiar crack of House Elf appearing.

Regulus Black dies knowing his wife and son would be safe.

Voldemort sneers at his body.

“Stupid boy.”

I’m playing Would You Ship This? // Send me a ship and I’ll tell you if I’d ship them and maybe a little bit more

#gredandforge #answered #synoir drabbles #regulily #regulus black #lily evans #synoirdrabbles

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bobbersb · 5 years

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Its Fred! Or is it Forge? Who can say! I love that he has his little F on his sweater, I will say that! . I am loving putting out my little pop each day, even when this morning I got shaky and knocked them all over right after taking the picture lol, no worries, they are all standing again 😀 . #adventcalender #pocketpopdoll #popdoll #funko #harrypotter #harrypotteradvent #thattimeofyear #harrypotterfan #merrychristmas #countdown #fred #orisitforge #gredandforge https://www.instagram.com/p/BrCx945h77w/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1grjf729a0pgf

#adventcalender #pocketpopdoll #popdoll #funko #harrypotter #harrypotteradvent #thattimeofyear #harrypotterfan #merrychristmas #countdown #fred #orisitforge #gredandforge

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 4 years

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Congratuations on 2900 followers! You deserve it! Can I please get a 📌 for my fic Why do they hate me? It's George Weasley x malfoy!reader. Thank you!

Loved the piece by the way!!! ❤️ 😊

Why do they hate me?

SLEEPOVER!

#rias sleepover #moodboard #why do they hate me?#gredandforges

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peregrintook · 7 years

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URL aesthetic for @gredandforge (i’m still seriously in love with your url jsyk)

Blograte under the cut!

ICON: I’M IN LOVE | I love the character(s) | It looks so sweet! | Not my fandom | Not my aesthetic

Theme: PLEASE TEACH ME ALL YOUR SECRETS | I love it! | Beautiful! | Looks okay | Nah

Mobile Theme: SO PRETTY HOW?? | Really nice!! | Alright | Meh

Content: LITERALLY PERFECT | I love it give me your blog | Pretty good | Eh | Not my thing

Following: YES! | Definitely following NOW! | No, sorry.

#holeygeorge100 #gredandforge #hp #weasley twins #this was so much fun to make!

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hp-positivityproject · 7 years

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gredandforge

@gredandforge is possibly one of the nicest people I think I've ever spoken to and is such a lovely person all the time!! And the tags are great fun to read :3 I wish I could give them a hug!

#gredandforge #harry potter positivity project #hp positivity project

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ruffsraven · 4 years

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"Give her hell from us, Peeves."

- Fred Weasley

#fredandgeorgeweasley #fredweasley #georgeweasley #gredandforge #mischiefmanaged #weasleytwins #weasleyswizardwheezes

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albuspotthr · 7 years

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By the way I'm sorry but I just realized I might forgot to send you a recommendation... I wasn't very sure of what to send you because I love a lot of things and I think I ended up not sending anything at all. I'm sorry! Well, I love For a few dollars more, and I love the music in that film. I love that he's trying to avenge her sister and not her daughter or a lover like in a lot of films. I also love the villain in that story, I find him to be so interesting.

ooh thanks eli i’ll check that out!!

want one?

hogwarts house: gryffindor / slytherin / ravenclaw / hufflepuff

ilvermorny house: pukwudgie / thunderbird / wampus / horned serpent

blood status: pure blood / half blood / muggleborn

era: founders / marauders / lightning / next gen

best subject: transfiguration / charms / potions / defense against the dark arts / divination / arithmancy / herbology / history of magic / muggle studies / care of magical creatures / ancient runes / astronomy

patronus: bloodhound / dolphin / deer / eagle / fox / hare / lion / robin / thestral / wolf

spell: alohomora / accio / lumos / nox / sectumsempra / obliviate / imperio / expelliarmus / expecto patronum

quidditch: beater / chaser / keeper / seeker / supportive as hell

hangout: library / dungeons / room of requirement / three broomsticks / prefect’s bathroom / quidditch pitch

best friend(s): hermione granger

eli(sa): foreign cities with mystical feelings, languages not understood but yet beautiful sounding, poetry on late nights, living in the moment, long russian novels, the warmth of a fireplace, the humid air of a thunderstorm

#em's 1k #gredandforge

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sleep-i-ness · 3 years

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Crazy Stupid Love (Charlie Weasley x reader)

Prompts: “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” “No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!”

Charlie watched you stumble into the apartment, shushing yourself as you haphazardly shook off your shoes. Dropping your key onto the hall table with a loud clank, you sighed as you slung your coat over a hook. He chuckled as you tried to tiptoe through the house, bumping into everything in your path.

You spun round at the noise, wobbling as your brain tried to catch up with the movement. A cheesy grin split across your cheeks; legs splayed like a baby deer learning to walk.

“Charlie!” You cheered, throwing yourself at him. With a soft exhalation, he caught you, pulling you onto his lap.

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” It was an easily answered question, but he enjoyed watching you try to play it off. Immediately, you sat up straighter, wiggling in his lap to find a comfortable position.

You soon realised it was in vain, wrinkling your nose as you tried to dodge the question.

“No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!” Your eyes looked at him innocently, frustration brimming in them. Draping yourself across his lap and thus the sofa, you flung one arm behind you to emphasise your point.

Charlie pressed a kiss to your forehead, bending awkwardly to reach, and you looped your arms around his neck, keeping him in place.

“Come on, love, this isn’t the most comfortable position,” he brushed back hair from your face as you pouted, refusing to shift. He huffed, sliding his arms underneath you, and lifting you up. The slow swaying as he carried you up to the bedroom was enough to gently rock you to sleep.

Charlie smiled softly as he lowered you onto the bed, which sank as he knelt beside you. You looked so peaceful, mouth half-open, features settled. Merlin, he loved you.

You woke up in the morning to sunlight streaming in through half-closed curtains, blinking blearily in the morning light. Your head throbbed and you groaned, yanking the covers back over your head. A light knock at the door did nothing for your splitting headache and you mumbled out a response, refusing to leave your cocoon of warmth and darkness under the sheets. Your mouth tasted like something had died inside of it.

The creak of the door soon had you shooting up in bed, hair awry, and you smiled weakly at Charlie. The bed had felt surprisingly empty when you’d woken up, but you had brushed it off in search of more sleep.

“Morning,” you croaked, voice low and raspy. Ouch.

Charlie carefully manoeuvred around the obstacles scattering the bedroom floor, balancing a stacked tray. “Morning, sweetheart.”

He settled the heavy tray on your lap, and you gasped, forgetting the headache as you took in the cooked breakfast. You smiled waterily; he had made you heart-shaped pancakes with a selection of fruit and a large mug of coffee to appease the hangover. You were also sure that there had been no fresh fruit in the house, so he must have popped out early in the morning to pick it up for you.

“Thanks Charlie.” You pulled him in for a kiss, breaking it off quickly as the plate rattled dangerously.

“I was thinking-”

“Uh oh, that sounds dangerous.” Your tone was grave, expression twisting into a grin as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“As I was saying, I was thinking about something you said last night.” Oh Merlin. That was ominous. “I’ve decided that we’re going to bring back old-fashioned, cheesy, book-worthy romance. And, luckily for us, or maybe not depending how you look at it, it’s scheduled to pour this afternoon.”

You laughed, shaking your head. You remembered some of what he was talking about, and the inescapable frustration at the fact that nobody seemed to be doing romance right. And your Charlie had decided to change that all round for you.

After the hangover had died down and you had braved the cold world outside your bed, you had found yourself bundled up in one of Charlie’s thick woollen sweaters; it was a lovely dark green with a large C on the front. He said it looked much better on you than him. The armchair was plush, well-worn with use and you curled into it, the heat from the fire fanning your body. The general warmth and quiet was making it hard to concentrate on your book, a mind-numbingly dull tome on the topic of the ethics behind the purchase of rare Potions ingredients. Unfortunately, it was a subject you were required to be an expert on by the end of the month.

“Darling, come quick!” Charlie called and you jumped to your feet, padding across the room.

He yanked you outside as the first drops of rain began to fall, and you giggled. You didn’t think he was actually being serious. You twirled as water dripped onto your face, hair beginning to cling to your scalp.

“Dance with me, Charlie.” You offered him your hand, looking down the line of your arm. He grinned, spinning you into his chest and quickly pressing his lips to yours before spinning you out again. You landed in a puddle, water splashing across the cobblestones. Blissful euphoria filled you as your clothes clung to your skin and rivulets of water ran down your cheeks.

Charlie laughed; hair plastered to his forehead. “You do crazy, stupid things for love.”

He kicked a puddle, imitating that Muggle film you’d seen recently, and rain water splattered your legs. Your mouth dropped. How dare he? An idea took hold in your mind, and he caught the mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

“Don’t even think about it.” He warned, the instinct of having far too many annoying siblings kicking in.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you declared, before sprinting full speed at him.

You hit him with an oomph, air shoved out of you as you collided with his warm chest. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist and you looped yours around his neck, leaning back slightly. As you swayed, you looked into his warm brown eyes and smiled softly.

“I love you, Charlie Weasley.”

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charlie tags: @holybatflapexpert @herstory-study @ccosmic-illusion @20coldhearts @blackblossomqueen @wheezyreads @tugabooos @Rue-123 @mesmerisedalien

(join here, if you haven’t been tagged but your name is here, your tagging doesn’t currently work)

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dralf0yy · 4 years

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Wedding Bells || 2 || F.W x Reader

A/N: I AM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO GET THIS UP BUT ITS FINALLY HERE AAAA!! If i’m being honest, I’m not a big fan of the way I ended this bc it felt rlly unfinished but I felt the need to get it up as soon as I could. I hope you guys enjoy and sorry for the long ass wait 🥺

Word count: 1.6K (aaa she’s a bit sh0rt)

Part 1

Fred landed at the beach just outside his aunt’s old cottage.

The place he proposed to you

The weather was unironically cloudy and cold—identical to the way he felt.

Chills ran up Fred’s spine as he wandered around the beach, taking in the beautiful, calming scene around him. It reminded him of you. More specifically the way you were always remarkably gorgeous without effort, even in your darkest moments, and the way you soothed him with your embrace and kind, loving words.

It made Fred hate himself for abandoning you. You were fragile and even the smallest inconveniences would chip away parts of you that made you happy and whole. Everyone,especially Fred, knew this. He knew that you had cracked when the war broke out and he almost died. And he knew that this time, you had completely shattered, and it was all his fault.

He made his way up the sandy hills, marching through some of the long grass that had sprouted up and halted when he had reached the top. His eyes fluttered closed as he inhaled the salty scent of the ocean, thinking of the day he proposed

One year ago

“Fred where are you taking me?” You giggled as you trailed behind Fred with your hand intertwined with his.

The two of you, and George, had been helping Bill and Fleur fix up their aunt’s old cottage. It had been a long, hard day of redecorating and repainting and the sun was almost completely set

“You’ll see soon enough my love. We’re almost there.. Okay now close your eyes and wait here for a few seconds”

You nodded in response and heard Fred’s soft footsteps shuffling around in the sand. You shifted your weight back and forth between your left and right foot and giggled when you heard your boyfriend curse at the sand under his breath

After a few more seconds of shuffling, you heard Fred whisper

“You can open your eyes now, love”

Your eyes fluttered open slowly and you expected to see his face inches from yours but much to your surprise, he was on one knee clutching a small, black velvet box that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand with a heart shape dug into the sand surrounding the two of you. Fred steadied himself and gazed up into your eyes

“Y/n, these past 6 years with you have been unbelievably amazing. You have shown me what love and true happiness feels like and I will be forever grateful for that. There is no one else I would rather have by my side for the rest of my life, besides George of course,” He joked as a tear cascaded down your cheek

“no one else that I would rather give my love to, wake up next to every morning, have lots of little Weasleys with, and no one else that I would rather marry than you. And the war last year made me realise that I didn’t wanna wait any longer for this. So, Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n.. Will you marry me?”

Tears of joy were now uncontrollably streaming down both your cheeks as you chuckled and silently—but enthusiastically— nodded your head

“Yes! A million times yes!” You exclaimed and pulled Fred up, bringing your hands around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss that was so full of love and passion that it made his head spin

Present

Fred let out a loud, broken sob and collapsed onto his knees remembering the memory that had once made him so ecstatic. He stayed there with his face buried in his hands for what seemed like hours while mumbling ‘I’m so sorry’ repeatedly to the empty space in front of him

Fred lifted his head back up and the sun was barely visible on the horizon.The sky had slightly cleared in the few hours that he had been there and it became a flurry of yellow, orange, purple and pink streaks.

It was a beautiful image. It was one that you wished you could share with your dearest loved ones when things were bad. It gave Fred the a sense of calmness that he needed to clear his head

“I’m gonna make this right” He stated and disapparated back to the Burrow

***

“Here Y/n/n, have some cake, love” George offered to you. A grateful grin appeared on your face as you took the small, fragile plate with a slice of cake on it from him carefully and snuggled into his side. You sighed tiredly as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders

“Something on your mind?”

“Well.. I’m just worried Georgie. What if he’s done something reckless and got hurt or can’t get back to us—?”

“Don’t worry, love I’m right here” Both your heads turned towards the front door, and there, stood the one and only, Fred Weasley

You immediately sprung off the couch and out of George’s embrace, dropping the plate of cake in the process, and ran towards Fred. You jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist, and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“Oh my Godric! You’re okay” You squeaked and hugged him tighter. He let out a quiet chuckle and gave you a kiss on the top of your head before setting you back down on the ground. He looked at you with a faint smile on his face, looking as if he was trying not to break again

He didn’t manage to keep the facade up for very long. He pulled you into his chest and burst into tears. Through his fit of sobs, you could hear him choke out an apology

“Shh it’s okay, Fred. We don’t have to talk about this right now..” You cooed soothingly—but slightly muffled— into his chest. You pulled away to look up at his face

“How about you head up for tonight? We can talk in the morning” Fred nodded and started to trail off towards the stairs with your hand wrapped inside his but stopped when he realised you weren’t moving

“A- Are you not coming up with me?” he hiccuped. You opened your mouth to answer but George beat you to it

“Actually Y/n, I think you better head off to bed. I need to talk to Fred”

Too tired to protest, you muttered an ‘okay’ and tread up the creaky stairs of the Burrow leaving the twins alone to talk.

Fred awkwardly stood in the room and rocked back and forth on his feet looking anywhere but at George who was patiently waiting for you to be out of earshot

“I’ll get straight to the point,” He snapped, “I hope you’ve acknowledged that you messed up, Fred. Y/n spent the last 5 hours crying and worrying about you, wondering what she could’ve done wrong for you to walk out on her like that—”

“She didn’t—”

“I KNOW SHE DIDN’T,” George sighed in frustration, “I’ve tried to mend her as much as I could, but the rest is up to you. She’s like a sister to me and I don’t wanna lose her because of something stupid that you did to hurt her. Now go up there and make it up to her and don’t ever take an amazing person like her for granted— because we both know that Y/n won’t give you a 3rd chance”

Fred nodded and trailed up the stairs towards his childhood bedroom, not knowing how to respond as it was a little unusual to see George so serious and worked up about something.

Fred quietly pushed the door open, expecting you to be asleep and not wanting to wake you. He stepped in and felt his heart ache at the sight of you curled up in George’s bed with tears streaming down your face, with muffled hiccups coming from you and clutching onto one of Fred’s christmas sweaters, staring at the floor

You peered up towards the doorway where Fred was standing. Your teary gaze shifted back to the floor next to a small mound of clothing. Your hushed hiccups ceased and the room was filled with deafening silence

Fred’s shoes came into your line of sight and his hand made contact with your shoulder.

“D’you wanna move over to my bed, love?” He whispered gently. You lazily nodded your head and sat up. You made your way over to Fred’s bed and hesitantly lied down on the edge of the mattress. A deep sigh left Fred’s lips as mattress dipped next to you

You unhurriedly shifted around and stared into Fred’s cinnamon coloured eyes with your own Y/e/c orbs. You noticed that they were bloodshot and slightly puffy, but nevertheless, they were still as enchanting as always.

You cast your gaze down towards the pillow, taking a deep and shaky breath. “Be honest,” You said in a voice that was barely a whisper, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” Fred exclaimed suddenly, making you jump, “Sorry I- No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just—I was being a git and I was just doubting everything, you know? I was.. I was anxious that you didn’t really wanna marry me or that I wasn’t actually ready” he said in a quieter voice.

You nodded and sighed, succumbing to the warmth of Fred’s chest and absorbed what he just confessed.

You decided to leave a lot of things unsaid. Knowing that he was willing to come back and make things right again was enough for you to give him another chance—though you knew you would no matter what he had done anyway.

The familiar sound of Fred’s heartbeat reminded you that he was there, and there for good, along with the feeling of his arms tightening around your frame and your entangling legs. Things were at a fair balance once again, and the two of you couldn’t be more content with your journey of love

***

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