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This is my first write I don’t own the right to The characters that I’ve written about

This is about a night the Weasley twins went out drinking and fred forgot he was married to the reader.

Freddie. | Fred Weasley

Mature content! If you’re underage or don’t feel comfortable reading it, this isn’t for you!

Word count: 1.4k words

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

It was one of those quiet evenings, when everyone was already in their own rooms. You were alone with the moonlight, which was glimmering on your desk, casting soft shadows on the paper as you continued to write. Soft sounds of the burning candles danced in the air. Your hair wasn’t styled as usual, it carried an evidence of an active day that you had, but you were so breathtaking, effortlessly, just sitting there, igniting more than those magical candles.

And there was Fred, laying on your bed, leaning on his elbow. He has been in that position for who knows how long, you couldn’t even tell if he was drowning in his thoughts or hadn’t had a single one since he looked at you.

You weren’t looking at him though. In fact, you haven’t looked in his direction for so long, that he started to think you forgot he was even there, in the room with you. You were so concentrated on your work that you could hardly notice any of your surroundings. You didn’t pay much attention to the ache, which was slowly creeping up on your hand either.

“Have ever thought” – Fred suddenly spoke – “why is toothpaste mint? Like, why is mint go to smell to prove that you are clean.”

“Mhmm…” – you muttered, not looking up from the paper.

“I can think of so many fresh smells and mint isn’t even the second one.”

“Yes.. indeed” – you kept writing.

He said another one or two sentences, each so random that one might’ve wondered how he even came up with those. But, once he realized that he didn’t catch your attention, Fred stood up and walked to your desk. You could see his tall figure from the corner of your eye. You probably wouldn’t mind him standing there, only if he hadn’t put his hand on the desk, bringing his face closer to yours from your back. His scent burned your nose. It was like if a vampire smelled the scent of a blood of its loved one. One glimpse of his large hand was enough for you to have your mind completely taken over by the fantasies of him.

“Is there anything that you need, Freddie?” – you asked in a low voice.

“Only you, love. Not a single thing in the entire universe that I desire more.”  

“Is that so?” – you asked, while corner of your lip curled up slowly.

Fred brought his face even closer, you could feel his breath fanning over your ear.

“Yes.”

“Well, what a pity. I’m writing this really important essay. Will you be patient? For me?”

His breath hitched – “Yes. Yes, of course – sorry to interrupt you, love.”

He walked away, first to the window, staring at the moon, then back to bed, laying down and covering his eyes with an arm. Yes, he would be patient. For you he would be. He would be so good. He would do anything, if it meant that you would give him even one praise. Fred let out a small sigh.

After his little visit to your desk, you couldn’t really concentrate on your work. You wanted him to hold you, feel his warm body close to yours, his hands touching your skin, running you fingers through his long hair.

You carefully stood up from your desk, without making too much noise and walked to the bed. Fred was laying in the same position, covering his eyes, his long legs still touching the floor, parted. His sweater was ridden up a bit, revealing his pale skin.

“You seem tired.”

Fred quickly removed his arm from his eyes and looked at you in surprise. – “No, I was just- I was just resting my eyes a bit, that’s all.”

“Hmm, anything particular you were thinking about?”

Fred opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. – “Were you thinking about me?” - you smiled. Smile also appeared on his face.

“Who would’ve guessed that.” – he raised his eyebrow smiling.

You put your knee on the free space between his legs, leaning closer to him and stopping right to his half-parted lips.

“It was an easy guess.” – you whispered. Then your lips finally touched his. Fred let out a sigh of relief. Your hands went to his neck, slowly tangling it in his hair.

You sat on his lap, grinding on him, feeling him harder under you. Little moans were escaping from Fred’s mouth between the kisses. He sounded so pretty, you wanted to hear more. You moved to his neck, while simultaneously raising his shirt up, revealing his slightly toned body. One of your hands went to his nipple, while kissing your way down to his chest.

His eyebrows were knitted together, breaths getting heavier. “Not heavy enough” – you though to yourself. You started undoing his belt and once you pulled his pants down, you could both see and feel his hard on. You trailed kisses dangerously close to his member, yet not touching him where he needed to be touched the most. Fred whimpered when he finally felt your soft hands on his dick. But you took your time with it.

“Please”

“Hm? What was that?”

“Please. I need you” – his voice was shaky.

“I don’t think I’m catching that, what are you trying to say darling?”

“I need you to touch me, please”

“Since you were so good for me..” – you slowly wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking on it, not moving down.

“Oh my god” – Fred breathed, sliding one of his hands in his hair, other gripping the bed sheets. His back arched a bit “Oh god, please” – He moaned. You started moving your hand alongside with your mouth. He was getting feverish. And as you noticed him getting closer, he suddenly moaned – “please love, I don’t wanna come yet”

You stopped. While he was trying to catch his breath you removed your sweater, looking in his eyes as you tossed it across the room. All of the sudden, he was filled with energy again, laying you down on your back and kissing your lips.

 You could feel him smiling against your skin as he went down to your neck, gently sucking on it while caressing your waist. You let out a moan, which was like a fuel to him. When he got to your stomach, he slowly moved your underwear aside, sliding one of his long fingers on your clit. He planted kisses all across your stomach, then he removed your underwear completely and you felt his tongue. He slid one, then second finger in you, moving them slowly, while enjoying his feast. Your hand moved to his head, grabbing feastful of his hair.

“Ah, Freddie..” – he felt his dick twitch - “so good Freddie, making me feel so good”

You pulled his hair as a signal for him to stop. He raised his head, not breaking eye contact, while he put his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. You pulled him by his neck for a kiss.

“I need you inside me” – you moaned between the kisses – “need you to feel me up”

“Love, if you don’t stop talking like that I’m afraid I’ll lose myself”

“And what if that’s exactly what I want” – you held his jaw.

He turned his head and kissed your hand, pushing you down on the bed. He removed his pants completely and when he looked at you, he sighed:

“Dear lord, you are the most perfect human I’ve ever laid my eyes on. If I touch you now, will you promise me that you won’t disappear?”

You giggled at his words, kissing him passionately as he entered you. He was big, but oh, so gentle. Hugging you closer to his chest as he moved inside you. Kissing your cheek, your shoulder and hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent. He was yours. Yours now and yours forever. He truly thought that he was the luckiest man alive. Your pretty hands gripped his arms - “Freddie”

“Fuck, say my name again love”

“Mhmm you feel me up so good, Freddie, so big”

“Bloody hell” – he moaned as he started moving faster.

And finally you were both at the edge, you grabbed his face and made him look you in the eyes. That was enough for him to come with the most beautiful moan you’ve ever heard. You finished with him, moaning his name, helping him to ride out his high.

He laid down next to you, while you both tried to catch your breaths. His hand found yours and he intertwined his long fingers with yours. He pulled closer to you, putting his forehead on yours and kissing you gently.

“I love you” he whispered, as he looked into eyes dearly and caressed your cheek.

“I love you too, Freddie” you whispered back, clinging even closer to him.

You both fell asleep in each other’s arms, feeling warm, safe and most importantly, loved.

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First time writing in soooo long! I had this random urge to write something and I absolutely didn’t ditch my assignments for this 🥳 gonna go sleep now. Hope you guys enjoy it, good night 🌙 for those who are going to bed now, and good morning 🌞 to those who are waking up. Afternoons simply wont be tolerated today.

Young

⊹ genre: Fluff mostly, minimal angst

⊹ pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin female reader

⊹ themes: Friends to lovers

⊹ summary: Fred rejected your advances, claiming you’re too young. You set out to seduce him, which backfires. Unwarranted comments were made in your presence, and George attempted to comfort you, finally explaining his fears and feelings in the process.

⊹ warnings: Swearing, third-party slut-shaming of the reader, mentions of an emotionally toxic relationship, very brief mention of drugs.

⊹ word count: 1.7k

⊹ a/n:  I don’t know why I’ve chosen to base this whole fic off of rejection yet again, but It’s completely different to the last, trust. A cute Fred one today because I’ve had a recent fixation on the twins and can’t seem to write for anyone else atm. 

Confidence has come naturally to you since the first day you walked through the castle doors. Many would wager that’s why you ended up in Slytherin over Hufflepuff. You’d never had issues letting people know how you felt about them; rejection had never been a concern or a fear simply because your self-assurance wasn’t so easily deteriorated. 

This wasn’t ever in question until two weeks ago. You hadn’t thought twice about approaching Fred after months of mutual teasing, or so you thought it was. You went to his spot on Gryffindor’s table in the morning, greeting him with a single pumpkin pasty. You waited till he took a bite out of it before making some quip that you couldn’t seem to, or rather didn’t want to remember, about owing you a kiss and maybe something more in return for it, to which he painfully, tragically mustered a chuckle past his lips, probably the most awkward position I’ve seen him in, before finally finding the words to let you down easily.

“You know I love you endlessly, but we’re friends” He could’ve just as easily stopped there, but he continued. 

“You’re just a little too young for me.”

Young

He briefly dated Amelia Farrow last spring, and she’s four months younger than you, so obviously, it wasn’t an age issue. He saw you as immature, a kid. He couldn’t even begin to picture you as attractive in any form. Actually, feeling affected as a result of rejection was unfamiliar; it was scary. How had you allowed yourself to feel enough for a man that your own stability suffered? As a result, you didn’t just feel hurt, you felt inferior, and that was harrowing enough in itself. 

You were just beginning to fall into another rant directing every expressional detail from the twitch of his bottom lip to the scrunch in his left brow when you were interrupted by a loud sigh.

“Babe, I couldn’t live a day without you, but swooning over a blood-traitor Weasley is way more than I can handle for the 7th time this morning”, Pansy quipped after a supportive kiss on my cheek.

“Give me a solution then”, you pleaded, faux pouting while hugging her thighs desperately.

“Seduce him, love; you’ve got the best ass on anyone in this entire school. Malfoy tells me he’s got a preference for it, says he lets a lot slip when they’re off smoking muggle grass.”

“Teach me how. You’re probably the only girl in our year every Slytherin male wants to shag a second time.”

-

It was the first quidditch match of the year, so naturally, you put on your uniform from 3rd year to cheer the team on. Malfoy found your overreaction to rejection amusing, like a fish out of water, to use his words, so he didn’t mind playing the role of the pawn in your game. You spent all game cheering Draco on, making sure you were just enthusiastic enough to attract Fred’s attention. 

The game finally came to an end. Gryffindor just barely scraped by, with Harry catching the snitch. I could already see Oliver Wood pushing Fred about, demanding a valid reason for his poor performance during the game. He pushed Wood off of him and stormed off with an exasperated look on his face.

I caught up to him a few feet away, deciding to skip past the jokes, figuring he wasn’t quite in the mood.

“Hey, you okay?” I timidly asked, reaching out to stroke his hand

“You sure move on quick, don’t you?” He spoke harshly, ignoring my question completely

“Are you serious? You reject me, then get mad at my attempts to move past that?” I shoved his shoulder, feigning annoyance. I knew exactly what I was doing, trying to prompt a reaction out of him.

“And what the hell are you wearing? Damn near sent Adrian Pucey spiralling into the benches with your ass out like that.”

“So I had both team’s beaters distracted, huh?”

“I wasn’t distracted so much as horrified.” He immediately followed

You shoved him playfully. “Shut up, weasel. You’re literally still staring at my tits.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t put that outfit on for me to stare at?” He whispered as we came to a halt just outside the quidditch changing rooms 

To my dismay, I couldn’t think of anything to do or say but scoff at him, to which his grin grew even bigger.

He turned to leave, my brain regaining activity without the pressure of his eyes in contact with mine.

“I put it on so you’d have a clearer image to jack off to tonight.”

I headed back to my dorm before he could get another word in.

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I approached the great hall hand in hand with Daphne Greengrass, completely satisfied with the way I left things with Fred yesterday, convinced I’d won. The smile on my face immediately dropped as I heard the conversation taking place at the Gryffindor table.

“- he’s even got a Slytherin girl in his pocket, dressing up like a little slut just for him.”

“Tell me, Weasley, does she like it rough?”

“Seems like the kind of girl that’d take it in the back.”

Your heart dropped as you heard comments from miscellaneous men in the house, jeering over each other, collectively patting an angry-looking Fred on his back and shoulders in a congratulatory manner.  

We made eye contact. Before the men at his table sensed my presence, too, I broke away from Daphne and sprinted out of the Hall. I sank by a tree in front of the lake as I took shallow breaths.

What hurts is that every assumption they made about my character felt deserving. When did I become the girl so desperate for one man’s attention that I so pathetically made myself more sexually desirable in his eyes? So that his lust would cloud his judgement and throw me lay at the very least? I hadn’t even realised how delirious I was acting and how painfully obvious it was to everyone but me just how much more I clung to the idea of him. It was like a montage of clarity was playing in my brain, of the way I continued running up to the Gryffindor common room every morning, taking every opportunity to make what I thought was subtle physical contact with him. God.

I let out a little yelp when I finally opened my eyes. Fred sat right next to me, leaning his head against the tree the same way I was.

“God, you scared me half to death! fucking cunt” I muttered the last part, allowing my anger to peak through 

“I had Malfoy help me make sure those guys’ mouths stay shut. I’m sorry you had to hear that, and I’m sorry they were able to say more than two words without me hexing them and their mothers, to begin with. None of what any of them said is worth your care. They heard us talking outside the changing rooms yesterday. They’re all jealous little virgins that have-

“They were things I needed to hear” I cut him off before he fell into a rant that honestly wouldn’t have made a difference to the way I felt.

He looked at me incredulously, struggling to find the words to respond. 

“I was seeking your attention so incredibly desperately. It embarrasses me to think about it. You said no; I should’ve respected that and left it as it was. I took your reasoning personally, and for the way I’ve acted since that day, I apologise, truly,” I continued.

He sighed. “I only said what I said out of fear. I’m sure you remember I briefly dated a Hufflepuff girl in your year, Amelia. I made a mistake getting involved with her. She didn’t know how to separate love from attachment, and it got to a point her dependence on me started affecting her mental well-being, along with mine. Nobody saw much of me during the time we were dating because I was just so caught up with making sure she was okay since she relied on me completely. I didn’t realise  I was even allowed to have boundaries at all in a relationship. She constantly made me feel selfish and uncaring for wanting space or even just time with my family. When you told me how you felt about me, I had recovered from the relationship, but I hadn’t yet allowed myself to consider a future relationship with another person. I said what I thought I needed to say to avoid our relationship turning into the one I had with Amelia. But ever since you told me how you felt about me, it made me realise nothing about us has ever been platonic to me. I have never thought of you that way, and even when I tried to, I didn’t know how to look at you in any other way than lovingly. I feel so much for you. I could see myself loving you so easily. I’m just really afraid. I don’t know if I’m ready to navigate that all over again.”

It took me a while to respond, taking in everything he said in a state of such vulnerability. I noticed a stray tear on my skirt; it was his. I immediately reached out to hold his hands in comfort. I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off yet again.

“I will never allow anyone to say a word against you ever again, love.” He added

“I care a lot about you, Fred. I reacted the way I did, with such force and conviction, because it’s unfamiliar to me too, feeling so deeply for someone. Whatever you want to come from this, we can do. I want to learn to keep my independence through my feelings for you. I don’t think declaring something more than friendship will change things between us overnight, and I think all we need to do is keep being us.” 

“Okay”, he responded timidly but surely.

He could’ve just stopped there, but I’d come to learn that’s never something to expect from him.

“I absolutely did jack off to you last night, though.”

I kicked him in the shin as we walked back to the castle, hand in hand. 

End

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Short Imagine.

warning - none

Fred Weasley x reader You and Fred have been dating for just over 13 months now, and you were totally and utterly in love with him. Fred was really good with kids and that had always attracted, he always knew how to cheer you up, and he always put you before himself.

You were walking down one of the many hallways of Hogwarts, looking for Fred as you do. You noticed him crouching down comforting a boy probably a first or second year, who was crying. You decided to walk up to the boy and try and comfort him. As you do so you feel large, strong arms wrap around your upper body. You look at the boy sitting down bawling his eyes out, and you decide to just hug him tightly and hopefully he will feel the slightest bit better.

This is one of my favourite fics I’ve ever read in this fandom it’s exactly how I imagine all of the characters

The Holiday

Part 1

Fred Weasley x fem! Potter! Reader

[based on this request]

Summary: Fred and y/n are oblivious to each other’s feelings, but will all that change when the Potters and Weasleys decide to go on holiday together?

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of eating, sex and food, slow burn, mutual pining, lil sexual tension, friends that are more than a little bit in love with each other

A/n: 6.4k words, Harry Potter x fem! twin! reader and James x daughter! reader moments x no voldy au and everyone lives, I decided to split this up into two parts (maybe three parts) since it was going to be a monster if I didn’t plus as you’ll see I decided to add some art work and got swept up by this idea which is why it’s took so long to come out and I apologise x the next part will hopefully be out soon 💛

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You pursed your lips together, moving them from side to side as you pondered which swimsuit to pack “Both the answers always both” you mumble to yourself knowing that’s exactly what your auntie Marlene would tell you

You stuffed the swimsuits into your case before going over to grab some extra underwear, as you were slipping them into one of the mesh holders your brother sauntered into your room “You seen my blue shirt?” he asks like he doesn’t have a million of them

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Imagine Showing up in Third year of the Golden Trio Era (set up for later imagines)

Y/N: I guess now they’re old enough for me to blend in yes?

Dumbledore: I suppose so. But remember, time is a finnicky thing, lest you alter the-

Y/N: *glares pointedly* Do not talk to me of time, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. I have been through fire and darkness, age beyond age, sent by who knows what for who knows why. You are not the first wizard I have met. Nor the wisest. 

Dumbledore: *hesitates* I apologise, your situation is still strange and I forget you are beyond the age of which you look.

Y/N: *mutters* Raising a boy for slaughter, you imbecile. If Molly Weasley knew.. Seven hells would be upon you.

Dumbledore: I am aware.

Y/N: I will see you at the beginning of year feast Albus.

Y/N walks out of his office

Y/N: *mutters* This time everyone lives. I swear upon it.

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fred weasley x reader

warnings: a little suggestive

a/n: harry potter in 2024? uh yes pls

i can js imagine the two of you are alone in the burrow bcoz everyone is busy on a saturday evening but you and fred are splayed out across each other in the living room. it's silent besides the crackle of the fireplace and the harsh wind outdoors. you were freezing so naturally you move a bit so you're now sitting on top of fred with the blanket covering the two of you. he's still significantly taller than you even when you're on top of him. he admires the sight of the pretty girl on top of him.

"giving me a show, yeah?", he leans forward and places soft kisses down your neck. you jokingly swat him away.

"m' js cold freddie, don't be a perv", he throws his hands up in fake defense. you rolled your eyes at him being so dramatic but make it up by planting a sweet kiss on his lips. he takes this and runs because next thing you know your hands are running through his hair and he's got his hands all over your ass. you push the blanket off both you to have a little more mobility on top of him and it was getting in your way. he scoffs at you for being so dramatic at the cold but pushing the blankets off the second he gets his hands on you.

hi guys request harry potter ideas im bored