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Imagine being best friends with the Weasley twins...

Imagine spending the summers writing to eachother till you could come stay for the last week...

Then Mr. and Mrs. Weasley will take you and the family to diagonally to get you school supplies...

Later you'll ride the train together...

Part 2

Imagine being friends with the Weasley Twins part 2

Listening to them shout out what house the first years will be in during the Sorting ceremony ...

Going to Hogsmeade together...

Cheering them on when they enter their names in the goblet probably helping them out with their hair situation later...

Part 1

Part 3?

Dear Fred | F.W.

Fred Weasley letter AU

Warning:sad content,references do death

Masterlist

Summary:After Fred’s death you leave a letter on his grave

You slowly walked towards the smooth,white gravestone:your steps were unsure,the breath stuck down your throat as you weren’t ready yet to see the cold stone with the name of your loved one engraved on its front.

In loving memory of Fred Weasley

A son

A brother

A dear friend

A caring boyfriend

And a brave fighter

April 1st,1978-May 2nd,1998

Forever missed

Never forgotten

You kneeled down and while closing your eyes you took a long breath,wiped away a tear which wet your cheek and took out the letter you had written the day before to read it one last time.

From:Y/n

To:Fred (Freddie) Weasley

Dear Fred,

I’m here collecting my thoughts. So many things are going on in my mind,so may words would love to fly from my hand to the paper,so many feelings are exploding inside me,twisting my stomach,my heart,my senses. Dizziness makes my sight almost blurred;”wicked” maybe you’d say jokingly,”painful” I’d reply scolding. But I have no one to reply like that to,so why have you left? I have no one to scold now,I have no one to laugh with,to open up with. Normaly now I’d come to you,I’d seat on your bed,in between your legs,with my head leaned against your shoulder or in the croock of your neck,and I’d tell you what I’m feeling. You would listen,you would silently listen to my words and then you would hug me,caress my hair,let me stroke my face against the cloth of your warm sweater,leave kisses on my head and then you would say something that would make me feel a little bit happier,you would make me laugh you would...you would just be yourself,the caring,funny,goofy boy I fell in love with at Hogwarts. That boy stole my heart. He stole every little wind coming out from my mouth. He stole the emptiness of my dreams and filled it with his smile,that boy stole every seed of sadness,replacing them with little,shiny stars of happiness,and I do really think that it made life angry,so much angry that she decided to take him away from me and leave just an empty space. A space as empty as Hogwarts at 5am in the morning,when we used to run out from our dorms to meet on the astronomy tower to see the dawn. Can you see it from where you are now? Yesterday I did. I woke up at 5am,or better,I didn’t sleep at all,I was busy thinking about you...but that’s not the point;the point is that I woke up and ran to the astronomy tower thinking that seeing the sun rising would make me feel better. It didn’t. I cried. I cried because while running there wasn’t the sound of your laugh,there wasn’t your hand holding mine,your breath filling the silence. It was just me running in the shadow of my loneliness,looking like a psycho with the ruined mascara I had forgot to take off the night before. That was the moment I realised that seeing the dawn didn’t matter anymore,or maybe it had never mattered in my entire life because everything I cared about was seeing it with you. Then I reached the tower and I looked at the sun. I felt nothing but more pain. A pain growing every time the sun showed a new part of itself,and it ended with me hiding my face in between my hands not to see it anymore because even the sun was reminding me of you.

I see you everywhere,Freddie,I can’t stand it anymore. I see you at the burrow,at the joke shop,I see you even when George greets me. Poor George he’s so sad. The last weekend I slept at your house:I heard him crying for the whole night. The whole night,Freddie,do you know what it means? Life teared him apart as much as she did with me,maybe even more. You need to know that Sunday morning I step in the bathroom and saw him reading the instructions of some bottles. I asked him what they were and he replied it was hair dye,blonde hair dye to be exact. I demanded him if he went crazy:he lifted up his head,showing me some red teary eyes and said “Fred’s presence is making me crazy”. He dyed his hair because in the mirror he couldn’t see anything more than you. No one can change chapter,read a new line of the book wich is our life. We’re all stuck at the same sentence and we all will be for so long. I’ve been asking myself what I’m going to do with my life. Will I ever fall in love with someone again? Will I love them as much as I loved you? Will I see you in their behaviour? Will I tell them how the boy I once loved died? I’m concerned because I know that I’ll always compare them to you. They might gift me with a flower and I’d probably ask myself “would Fred gift me with the same flower? Or would he give me something different?” and what if the answer is “he would give me something different” would I still like the present?I’m going crazy,Freddie,I really am. Your absence is making me crazy. I want to feel you. I want to feel your kisses,your hugs,I want to hear your soft voice whispering to my hear that everything’s a nightmare,that soon I’ll wake up and you’ll be there,next to me,comforting me with your presence. How long does it take to forget what really made you feel alive? You died Freddie,and that day a part of me died with you. It’s buried in the same grave as yours,so please,my dear Freddie,take care of that part until we’ll meet again. Take care of that part as mush as you took care of me when you were here. Watch out for me,sometimes tell me if I’m doing good,help me if I’ll ever need. You were my biggest sourch of reassurance and safety,a presence no one will ever replace. I’m sorry if it will be hard for you to read this letter because of my tears which ruined the ink of the words. Will you read it? Wherever you are will you do it? Can you promise me? Do it Freddie,plese,and then give me a sign. I love you.

Forever yours,

the one who loved you like no one else,

Y/n.

After reading you folded the paper sheet and put it into a small white envelope you closed with a litte piece of red paper,you took the red roses you bought on the way there and left everything on Fred’s grave. Then you made a little step back and looked for a few seconds at his imagine,smiling with more tears coming down from your eyes. In that moment a drip fell on your forehead,and then another one,and another,a few minutes later the sky was pouring rain all over you. It was the sign you asked for. Fred had read the letter and now he was crying with you.

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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Harry Potter

🌼 fluff | ❤️ smut | 💥 angst

💫 AU's | 😂 comedy | 👻 horror

👾 Sci-fi | 💀 thriller | ✔️ complete

~ Recommendations/ Masterlists:

fortisfiliae's HP masterlist:

A very Harry Potter summer masterlist collaboration:

nebulablakemurphy's HP masterlist:

Neville Longbottom

Tension 🌼

Morning socks ❤️

First kiss 🌼

Sleepover secrets 🌼

Cat got your tongue? 🌼

Don't be stupid ❤️ (Prof! Neville)

Starting backwards ❤️

Pumpkins and Purloining 🌼 (Prof! Neville)

Electricity of pleasure ❤️

First love 🌼

Great team 🌼

Geek 🌼

The Yale ball 🌼

You really don't know 🌼

Flower child

Brilliant ❤️🌼

Teach me 🌼

I've just seen a face (in progress)

Oops 🌼

Feeble Insubordination 🌼

Draco Malfoy

A silent devote (series) pt.1 - 15 ✔️

We can make love ❤️

Such a flirt

Drowning

Quit ❤️💥

Jawline kisses ❤️

Worth it

Soft spot

Alphabet ❤️

" Mudblood "

How to cheat on Astoria Greengrass ❤️

Accidental potion slippage

Draco & Newt masterlist + drabble:

50 Failed dates

Remus Lupin

Chocolate moon 🌼

"Proper fancied" 💥

Professor Moony and the Scarlet Minx ❤️

Under the table favors ❤️

Sirius Black

Just like candy ❤️

The five times Serius felt time stop

Borrowed sweaters, stolen kisses 🌼

A cuddle with a catch ❤️

Fred Weasley

Breathless ❤️

Insufferable ❤️

Hard day's night ❤️

Kitchen duty ❤️

Don't ask, don't get ❤️🌼

Fingers in the strands (ft. George) ❤️

George Weasley

Tease ❤️

Patience ❤️

Kiss you all over ❤️

Secretly in love ❤️

Being best friends with the Marauders would include:

The day to never be forgotten

so this is just a bit of something that im working on that i want to see if anyone at all would wanna read once i have it fully done. may have a few parts to it, not sure as of yet. 

Summary:  the story of how two Gryffindor's, Fred Weasley and Y/n Y/l came to be and the tragic end...or was it?  

Part 2

A/N: please be kind this is my first time posting something here and I'm highly nervous cuz I know I'm not all that great at writing. Some of this follows the books and other parts are completely made up.

The battle of Hogwarts was a day that no one in the wizarding world would forget. Even though Harry Potter defeated the dark lord, many lives were lost that day. So many innocent souls were those among the lost, some bound to roam the halls of the now rebuilt school like the ghosts of many before them. I almost lost the love of my life.  But this is the story of how our love came to be and how it almost ended.

 I met the Weasley twins during our first year while on the train, to say they made quite an impression would be an understatement.  

Boarding the train at kings Cross Station I was a nervous wreck. would I make friends? Would I be sorted in to Slytherin? These are amongst all the questions and worries running through my head. I manage to say goodbye to my parents and find an empty compartment towards the back. After diving into a book I had brought with me I'm pulled out of it by the sounds of laughter and running as the door to my compartment opens and closes rather quickly with two boys ducking down trying to stay as quiet as possible.

I'll admit it was an amusing sight to see, me not being able to contain my small laugh the two turn towards me and for the first time I get a good look at them, identical twin brothers,

“well look at this beauty here” one says causing me to blush

“She is quite beautiful aint she brother?” the other smirks

I clear my throat a little to gather my thoughts before trying to say anything at all

“As much as I love the compliments, I think it's only right that I get the names of you two since you two decided to interrupt my peace to hide from whatever mischief you two have caused”  

“Did you hear that George? She thinks we’ve caused some mischief” he feigned offense

“She speaks as if she's known us our whole life Fred!” the other retorts

Now that made me laugh “well it was obvious by the hiding, but the laughing definitely gave way to a prank of some sort. Judging by the rage of the person running by it had to have been a good one at that, sad that I missed it”  

They both look at me shocked, all I could do was giggle.

“The names Y/n Y/l” I say extending my hand.

“Fred and George Weasley” they say in unison  

“I believe this will be the start to an amazing friendship, don’t you Freddie” he says looking at his twin

“Absolutely Georgie. Can't wait to see the pranks of the future.” Fred replies with a smirk on his face.  

I agree, i'm genderfluid and not girly as other girls are

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

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Short Imagine.

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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.

Considering the votes so far I'd say we're all really into smut huh 😂

Fr tho y'all should check them out, their writing is epic (smut and otherwise)

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am

All Too Well||Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader/Sirius' Daughter

Summary: The Second Wizard War was over more than a month ago and everybody had scars that might never be fully healed. This is not a new concept for you, you lost everything you once had.

Warnings: The whole thing is really angst

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: I absolutely loved to write this fic, it is my first request so I'm a bit nervous haha. I hope you all enjoy!

I was used to the pain, both physical and emotional. After a week of Tonks and Lupin's funeral, everything was empty and the pain was numb, I had no hope that this would end anytime soon.

Largo Grimmauld's house had stayed for me, but after everything that happened, I couldn't even think of putting my feet there. To be fair, anywhere I could possibly go would have memories that are too painful to bear, so I rented a room in the Leaky Cauldron until I had an idea of ​​what to do with my life. I just didn't imagine it would take so long for that to happen.

Almost a month after the War was over, I had the willpower to go to the bank, as I was the last Black alive, everything that was in the coffers of those horrible people was now mine and they needed my consent to make the transfer.

To be honest I wish I had set fire to everything but unfortunately I needed money, my savings were almost over but I swore, even as a new millionaire, that I would not use anything more than necessary and that as soon as I had a job, I would return every penny, the minimum to make my father proud.

The next step took a few more days, visiting the abandoned house at Largo Grimmauld. For a few seconds I waited to see Kreacher there, which is really ironic, his bad mood would be the most comforting thing for me at the moment.

The pictures continued to scream, the mess was still in place, nothing new. There was no way I could live there at all, the few months I spent there were only possible because my father was there, Harry was there and obviously Mrs. Weasley's food helped a lot.

I haven't seen her since the Battle of Hogwarts, I knew that no Weasley would be against my visit, after all we were allies and even friends but I couldn't make it. They are dealing with their own losses and I know that He is there too.

He, it’s been a long time since I didn’t think about him or at least I wanted to fool myself thinking so. In the past year nothing has been able to take the eminent worry out of my heart, not for me but for him.

As I looked around the dusty room, I realized the stupid idea I had, here was the climax of my relationship with Harry.

- They would be very proud, you know - I said quietly looking at the brunette in the corner of my eye, he was looking at that picture again - not only because you are fighting as you can but because you are still you, you are still Harry, only Harry.

We were silent for a few seconds until I could see his green eyes staring at me in the pitch of the cold night, with only one lamp on and then he smiled, for how long I didn’t see his eyes shine so brightly?

- I guess only you think so but that's okay, I like just being Harry with you - he took one of my hands and we stayed like that, in silence, a moment of peace and quiet.

I felt an overwhelming urge to cry but I didn't allow myself to. Not after all this time that I was fixing the broken pieces of me. I took a deep breath and looked around, even though I knew there would be no one there, I went upstairs to my room.

Big mistake again, I already knew what would be waiting for me up there.

- Harry, what are you doing here ?? My dad will kill you if he finds out you are in my room! - I was in shock with the little love he had for his own life, since Sirius' room was right next to mine.

- And who said he needs to find out? In fact, we are not doing anything inappropriate, I just… - he didn't want to admit it, but it was always obvious, the dark circles under his eyes gave away his sleepless nights.

The only thing I did was make room on the bed, which was enough to make him smile and lie down with me. We didn't sleep, we just kept talking until the tiredness won us over but even without sleep, I felt that I was helping in some way.

I walked calmly through the room, it was the same way I had left it, the bed untied and the light blue paint already peeling, I opened the closet and started to take some clothes off the hangers.

I was sure that I would return there, that everything would work out, that I could somehow form a home at some point and how wrong I was...

The third step towards my full recovery was one of the most difficult decisions I had to make. Admitting that there was no more space for me in London, that I was alone and I could do nothing about it, that I needed to leave everything behind and start over once and for all.

In the meantime, I often visited that house. I was not ready to let go, even the things I hated the most there, which is basically everything.

The last step was to say goodbye, so I visited Tonks and Lupin’s grave, I also visited Andromeda for the first time and finally met Teddy Lupin. He was adorable as I had imagined, with his mother's colored hair.

I said that I needed to be away for a while and she replied the only thing I didn't expect to hear.

- I understand dear, but know that you can always have a home here with us - her voice gave me a comfort that I didn't know I needed until then.

- I will remember it fondly and I will really come back, I want to be in the life of this little one here, if you let me - and then, her response came with a motherly hug, I couldn't contain myself anymore.

I couldn't take the weight of the pain alone and she didn't say one word until I calmed down. If I wasn’t as broken as I knew I was, I wouldn't have left her house anytime soon.

Apparating in front of the Burrow wasn't the most difficult part, even though I didn't completely master the apparition. I changed my mind at least 10 times before I reached the door and another 5 times before I knocked.

The sky was completely black, but the storm clouds covered the view of the moon and stars, no sound from inside the house was made and so I tried again and waited patiently.

- Y/N… my dear, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Come in, you must be cold - the red-haired woman was wearing a purple robe and the only change I noticed was her tired eyes and lacking the natural glow inside them.

- I'm sorry for suddenly appearing here Molly, I wanted to say goodbye - I spoke as soon as I entered the room, almost as cold as outside.

- Are you moving dear? You should have warned me before, I could have made you a farewell party - she guided me to the kitchen and I was sure I wouldn't leave without a cup of tea.

I tried to stay as calm as possible, but I couldn't convince my heart to do the same. The sofa, the dining table and even the stairs...

- RONALD WEASLEY COME HERE NOW - the irritated voice of the matriarch echoed across the walls of the house, giving goosebumps to those who were unused, that is, Harry and me.

- It's always like that? - I asked slightly intimidated to the boy with glasses next to me.

- You haven't seen anything yet - said Ron as he passed us on the stairs and went down to face his mother's anger over some mess he had made.

We were 12 years old and I couldn't say that we were close friends, who would be friends with the daughter of a murderous traitor? Why did they invite me? I didn't even remember.

- And where do you want to go? I've heard of several good places to live in the countryside - the smell of tea brought me to reality and then I noticed his gaze under me.

- Well, I'm going to spend some time in the United States - I replied with the confidence that still remained in my body, if it had been in another situation I would have found the expression of surprise on her face really amusing.

We stayed for a few seconds in silence drinking tea until she answered me a little more calmly.

- If you're sure, I can only tell you to take care and keep in touch. I understand that this adaptation period has not been easy for any of us. If that's what you need to heal yourself ... - her face fell a bit and I noticed right away.

- Do you want to hear about the place where I'm staying? - I asked with a small smile and little by little she got excited again.

As I did not want to bother her beyond the point I already was, after the tea we said goodbye with a hug still in the kitchen, when we arrived in the living room we hugged again and I had the same feeling as when I hugged Andromeda earlier. I never had a mother and after so long, it seems that I got two maternal figures who really cared about me.

- Don't forget to send me a lot of pictures, okay? - before I could answer, we both turned around as soon as we heard a noise on the stairs.

There was no one there and even if there was, it would be difficult to distinguish a silhouette in the middle of the darkness formed in that area, but for a few seconds I managed to see an unowned foot before it disappeared.

- I really need to go Molly, can you tell the others that I'll be in touch soon, please? - she confirmed with a smile and I left without giving a second look at that staircase.

Why was he spying and listening to the conversation? My life has been around the actions of Harry Potter for a long time, but it has been years since the direct contact was over, until now. Why now? Why do I have to remember him again? Why do I have to walk around being a shadow of what I once was?

- Can you sit down and talk to me? - His voice sounded irritated for no plausible reason.

- Oh sure, do you want me to sit and listen to all the reasons why you don’t love me anymore? Do you want to put more salt on the wound or what? - my usual sarcasm was multiplied by 1000, even though I knew that Harry hated that.

I didn't wait for an answer and immediately left his empty dormitory towards the Gryffindor common room, which by luck or a lot of planning on his part, was also empty.

- You know that I have strong feelings for you, but not as befor- can you grow a little at least once? - his steps came behind me and I felt his gaze piercing my back, until I couldn't take it anymore and I turned to look at him.

- You already made your point clear yesterday Harry, if you want to break up alright, but I will not be silent hearing about how you fell in love with another girl- and for the first time he did not answer me back - Yeah, do you really think that I wouldn't notice? I was the first to see it, believe it or not. My mistake was to close my eyes and pretend that everything was fine between us.

He found no words to answer me and I was too tired to hear anything else.

- I will return your things and you can feel free to do whatever you want to, our conversation is over.

Some women passed behind me in the bathroom, I knew what was going on in their heads, "what's wrong with her?" or "why is she crying?" but I didn't mind and kept looking straight into that foggy airport mirror.

As soon as the door slammed and I knew I was alone for a few minutes, I closed my eyes and then made a promise to myself.

- I'll be back and I won't even remember why I had to forget you in the first place.

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what requests do u have rn 👀

None sadly :,< I'm trying to work on old WIPs but I can't come up with anything creative for the LIFE OF MEEE

(Might start writing harry potter fics tho 👀)

Take care of her (Fred and George Weasley x Reader)

request from: @sherbert-pie

SUMMARY ➠ Fred and/or George reacting to their younger sister *y/n* being one of the captives in the black lake that Harry has to save

WORD COUNT ➠ 1,6k

Y/n the little sister from Fred and George. Everyone knew her and adored her, but the twins allowed no one to date her. Y/n was very close with Harry, and they always supported each other in everything. Just like now, Harry got chosen to attend the Triwizard Tournament. Y/n helped him to figure out what he should do with the golden egg.

Y/N POV

„Harry, Harry! I figured out what you need to do.“ You said while running in his dorm. „I talked with Cedric.“ You continued. „Perfect“ he answered. „Ok, so Cedric said you should go in the prefects' bathroom. Then you should take the egg and put it under the water.“ You explained. „Brilliant y/n. I will do this right now“ he said „Good, you know we only have two days left so hurry up!“

Harry's POV

I walked into the prefects bathroom and took a bath. It was pretty silent until I heard someone talking. It was of course Moaning Myrtle. „Hello Harry“ she said. „Hello Myrtle.“ „What are you doing here Harry?“ She asked. „Ohh äh I just wanted to take a bath and open my golden egg“

„So you're going to do the same as the boy before you. Cedric.“ She said. „Yes Myrtle, I really need to do this now, so please stop talking.“ Myrtle flew next to Harry and looked at him „where’s your little friend y/n? Is she not by your side when you open the egg.“ „She’s busy, Myrtle.“ Harry said, grabbed the egg and got under the water.

Y/N’s POV

I walked to my dorm and waited for harry to return. After a few minutes, Hermione came in and said „y/n come with me, Dumbledore wants to see us!“ „Wha- why?“ „I can’t explain. Now hurry up“ You got up and followed Hermione to Dumbledore’s office. „But Hermione, why does he want to see us? I know I often do a few illegal things with my brothers. But this time I didn’t do anything.“

„Just wait you will see!“ She answered.

You walked up the stairs and knocked at the door. Dumbledore opened the door and said „Oh, there you are. Then we can start“ You and Hermione walked in his office, and you saw Cho and a little girl standing infant off Dumbledore. „So you may ask yourself why I wanted to see you all. The second task from the Triwizard Tournament is in two days and I need you four for that. I will tell you now what the task is about, but you're not allowed to talk with the champions about that.“ You looked around and got pretty nervous. „The Champions need to find their captives in the black lake. And that’s the part where I need you. Each of you are a captive. Cho you’re the captives for Cedric Diggory. You, Gabrielle, for Fleur Delacour. Hermione, you’re the captives for Victor Krum and you y/n, you’re the captives for Harry Potter. Each of the Champion has one hour to find you. Are there any questions?“ You looked at the others and said, „And what happens when they don’t find us?“ „That's something you don’t have to deal with. Everything will be alright.“

You looked a bit confused at him and wanted to say something back, but he already opened the door for all of you. „I almost forgot, please be in my office on Tuesday at 10 am.“ Then you walked to Hermione and said „What did he mean with *That's something you don’t have to deal with.*?“ „I think you should stop worrying. Dumbledore has always a solution!“ She said while walking away.

You walked back to your dorm and opened the door. As you walked in, you could see Fred and George sitting on your bed. „Y/n where were you? We were worried that something happened to you“ „Sorry guys, I was in Dumbledore's offic-„ „Wait why? Did you prank someone without us?“ Fred said. „No, of course not! He wanted to talk with Hermione, Cho, Gabriella and me about the second task.“ „Oh right did you and Harry found out what to do with this golden egg?“ „Yes I talked with Cedric, and he told me what to do! Harry should be back soon with the result.“

„Perfect, but back to Dumbledore. Why did he want to walk with you about the second task?“

George asked. „Ohh nothing special“ You answered, but it was obvious that you were lying. „Y/n! That doesn’t make sense. Now tell us why. You're our little sister, we need to take care of you“ „ok but don’t get angry! Dumbledore asked me and the other girls to be the captives for the four Champions.“ „What do you mean by that“ Fred and George said together „He said the task will be in the black lake. All four captives will get hidden in the lake and the Champions have one hour to find them.” you're joking, right?” “No, I’m the captives for Harry!” you said happy. “But what happens when he comes back without you?” “You know this Tournament is dangerous. You can die!” “Calm down, I’m not going to die! It’s not dangerous for me.“ You tried to explain. „And I don’t really know what happens when Harry comes back without m-„ „What!! This is not ok. We need to know your safe“ „Yes I know, but I asked Dumbledore, and he said That's something you don’t have to deal with.“. You could see the anger on the twin's faces. „Please calm do-„ you tried to say, but then the twins walked away. You were a little confused but couldn’t think about what happened because the door opened and Harry came in.

He looked Happy and told you everything. You smiled and tried to act like you didn’t know what this all was about. You and Harry knew that you needed to find a plant or a spell that would allow him to stay one hour in the black lake. So you decided to walk in the library.

*two hours later*

In front of you were a lot of books, but in non was the solution. Harry got frustrated and wanted to go because it was almost 1pm. He stood up, but At this moment Neville walked by. You got an idea and ran after him. „Neville, wait“ you said, and he turned around. „Oh hi Y/n“ „Hey do you have a moment?“ „Yes of course“ „perfect, you know that the second task starts in two days and Harry figured out what the task is about, but there is one problem. Harry needs to be in the Blake lake for one hour, and that’s the part where we need you. Do you know any plant that allows him to breathe underwater for one hour?“ You looked at Neville with hope in your eyes. „Hmh yeah actually Gillyweed that would work.“ „Brilliant Neville. But do you know how we become Gillyweed in two days?“ You asked. „That's pretty difficult, but I could talk to Professor Sprout, maybe she can help.“

„Yes, that would be good. Thank you, Neville.“ You said and walked back to Harry. You explained everything, and then you decided it was time to walk back to your dorm’s.

*the next day*

Neville walked to Harry in the great hall and gave him the Gillyweed. Then he explained to him how to use it.

*the day of the task*

You walked to Dumbledore's office and arrived at 10 am. The other three girls were already there.

„So girls, I want you to drink these. After that, you shouldn’t worry about anything.“

You took a glass and drank all of it. It tasted kind of funny and after a few minutes you started to feel dizzy and suddenly everything went black.

Harry’s POV

I woke up pretty early and got ready. Actually I wanted to meet y/n in the great hall, but she never showed up, instead the twins came up to me.

The Twin’s POV

We walked up to harry „Hey Harry you know what the second task is about right?“ „Yes of course! But do you saw her, she wanted to meet me here before the task, but she never showed up.“

„Oh yeah, we know where she is. We always know.“ We said and winked at him. „So can you tell me I really want to talk to her before my task“ „We don’t think that this is possible, Harry. She got chosen“ „What do you two mean by chosen“ „We don’t think we should tell you, but she is something like a captive. It’s about the second task. She left her dorm at 10 am“ „What do you mean with captives?“ „Ok so in the second task you need to find captives and your captives is y/n.“ „Wait really?“ Harry said „Yes, and we hope for your life that you find her because otherwise we're going to kill you!“ With that words we walked away.

*a few hours later*

The task started, and we saw how Harry jumped into the water. Now we had to wait.

Harry’s POV

I jumped into the water and started sourcing for her. It felt like hours. I looked at my watch and saw that I only had 10 Minutes left. Suddenly I saw four people. I swam closer and saw four girls, one of them y/n. I looked at her, and she looked like she was dead. She looked awful. I took her by the hand and pulled her up with me. As soon as we got out of the lake, she opened her eyes.

Y/N’s POV

I opened my eyes and saw Harry looking at me. I hugged him tight. Then I felt someone putting a towel around my shoulders. I turned around and saw my brothers Fred and George. I smiled at them, and they said „Were happy you're back. We missed you.“ „We told Harry we would kill him if he doesn’t bring you back“ Fred said, and we all laughed.

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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Begin Again

Pairing- Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary- Based on Begin Again (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift <3

Warnings- Slight angst, kissing, a lot of Fluff and as always my poor english :)

Word count- 1.6k

A/N- Long time no see people. So here I am with a Fred Weasley fic coz I love this dork sm. Also this happens after the war and yes Fred is alive coz he never died (im delusional)

It was Wednesday, probably your least favourite day of the week. You were getting ready for work, deciding to wear heels for today.

“Don’t wear them, they don’t look good on you.” Your ex-boyfriend would have said if he were here. You sighed and looked into the mirror.

“But I look good in them.” You smiled at yourself before leaving. You decided to walk to the ministry for today rather than apparating, stopping by a cafe to grab a quick morning coffee for a head start for the day. Your headphones played a song you loved.

“I don’t get this song.” Your ex-boyfriend would’ve commented if he were here. You shook your head and smiled through the song.

“But I do.”

As you walked towards the cafe, you suddenly bumped into someone who was much taller than you. The things they were carrying dropped on the floor as you quickly bent down to pick them up, removing your headphones from ears to your neck, apologies never stopping to leave from your mouth.

“I’m really sorry for not paying attention, hope I didn’t break anything.” You said, finally looking at the stranger’s face as you gave them the last thing you picked.

It was a man. A really good looking and tall man. He had red hair, which were perfectly messed up, his smile looking genuine as he smiled at you.

“It’s alright.” The handsome stranger said, “I hadn’t been paying attention as well. Reckon its partly my fault too.”

Damn, you could listen to his voice forever if you could. It was as clear as crystal water, as smooth as silk.

If it had been your ex-boyfriend, he would’ve gotten mad. Mad that because of you he dropped his things. He would’ve cursed at you, maybe even yell. You shook your head and quickly came out of your thoughts.

“Guess we’re both sorry then.” You said, trying not get awkward. He chuckled and extended his free hand.

“I’m Fred, Fred Weasley.”

-

Three weeks later on a Wednesday, you walked inside the same cafe, half expecting that Fred wouldn’t arrive. But you were immediately proven wrong when you saw him, already standing near a table, waiting for you.

He waved at you when he saw you and gestured for you to sit across from him. You walked towards him, sitting down as he pulled out the chair for you. He didn’t know how nice this gesture was but you did.

You small talked about everything. You attempted to make jokes about things to which he responded with throwing his head back laughing like a little kid. “That was the funniest thing someone has ever said to me.” He said.

You were surprised at his response. “It wasn’t even funny, why do you even try to be funny when you’re not?” Your ex-boyfriend would’ve said if it were him instead of Fred.

As your conversation went on, you thought that maybe not all relationships are the way your previous ones were. Maybe some included this. Happiness. Because today, on Wednesday, in this cafe, you watched your feelings begin again.

-

“I’ve never met someone who has the collection of all the chocolate frog cards.” He had said laughing a little when you showed him your card collection. “Well except my brother Ron of course. This is impressive.”

You had smiled and responded, “thanks. I’ve liked chocolate frogs since I first ate them on my way to Hogwarts, back in first year.”

“I kind of figured, it’s cute if you ask me.” He had smiled, making you blush.

He had been telling you about himself and his family. You had been listening intently and laughing every time he told you about the pranks he had played on other students along with his brother George, back when he was in Hogwarts.

You told him about yourself, getting shy occasionally which he couldn’t comprehend why, but you did. He was the sweetest man you had ever talked to.

He eventually took you to meet his family. You were a nervous wreck, to which he had assured you that there was nothing to worry about and his family especially his mother were going to love you.

And he was right. His mother, Molly Weasley who was also a redhead welcomed you as if you were her own. His father, Arthur Weasley was also genuinely interested in knowing about your work. He had asked you many questions related to your work field, making you smile a little as you didn’t really have anyone who was interested in what you did.

His siblings were all friendly towards you. You had immediately gotten along with George, which made Fred smile to himself. You had even given some advices on how they can improve their shop works. Ron showed you his chocolate frog card collection and told you how he still had some missing. You offered yours to him to which he smiled and agreed happily. Ginny treated you as her sister, very much interested in getting to know you more.

You liked the Weasleys, and the fact they accepted you made both you and Fred happy. He had kissed your forehead once you reached your doorstep, after he had insisted on walking you home. That night neither you nor Fred slept, replaying the moment you spent together.

-

Christmas was around the corner and snow had started to gather everywhere. Everyone you could see were busy shopping for holidays.

You were in a shop, buying gifts for Fred and his family. You smiled when you saw the things that Fred had talked about many times and how much he would love it if got it. You made your way to pay, the cashier surprised to see you buying gifts.

“You’re buying gifts for yourself?” he asked. You and the cashier had been friends for many years as you were a frequent customer in his store.

“No, they’re for my- friend and his family.” you had hesitated because you two hadn’t made anything official. Hell was there anything even to make it official? You thought.

The cashier smiled, “explains why you look better than before since last few weeks. Finally got someone right?”

You smiled and nodded back at him and said, “I’m giving love a chance to begin again.”

-

You and Fred were walking back to your house, hand in hand as he small talked about everything. You hadn’t been paying attention, your mind going back to your ex-boyfriend.

You didn’t remember anytime when you and him were like this, peaceful and most of all- happy.

You decided to tell Fred about him so you said, “I wanted to-”

“I wanted to-” he said at same time as you, making both of you laugh.

“You first.” You said.

“I wanted to tell you that my mother wants me to invite you home for the Christmas dinner.” He said sheepishly rubbing his neck.

“I don’t know, Fred. Christmas dinner is for families and-”

He interrupted, “But you’re a part of the family now. Please come, Y/N. I’ll feel better if you did. Plus we’ll get a jumper knitted by my mother herself with our initials on it. It's a family tradition for every Christmas."

"Okay, I'll be there." You said with a smile. Fred grinned widely and kissed your cheek in excitement making you a flustered mess and you thanked Merlin for the cold.

You forgot all about your ex-boyfriend as Fred went on to tell you stories of pranks he played on Ron with George. You had a small smile on your face as you listened to him, and for the first time you thought 'what happened in the past stays in the past'.

-

It was New Year's Eve and you and Fred were decorating your house for the party later tonight. He watched you as you were focused on shaping the cookie dough to bake. Your tongue was grazing your upper lip, ounces of flour around your forehead.

He blushed and looked away when you caught him staring and resumed his work, smiling to himself.

Night came on and the party was in full swing. Fred and George were entertaining the guests with the products from their joke shop. Ginny and Hermione helped you serve the drinks as Ron and Harry small talked, drinks in their hands.

And the time came for which everyone was waiting. The new year countdown. Everyone gathered around near the clock as it ticked. Suddenly, Fred took you by your hand and led you to the balcony.

People started counting backwards as Fred took your hands in his. He looked nervous and your heart couldn't help but pick up its pace.

"10!"

"Y/N, I've known you for almost an year now and I don't think I can deny it any longer."

"7"

"You have always been so kind to others but never to yourself. So I want to be the one to take care of you. You have showed me many times what I'm worth of. You showed me a new way to view life."

"5!"

"Fred, what are you saying?" You asked, quietly.

"3!

"I'm saying that I love you, Y/N. All of you. And I'll never get tired of admitting it. Be my girlfriend, Y/N."

"1!"

You didn't say anything as tears fell down your cheeks. You grabbed him by his collars and attached your lips with his. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer when you heard everyone screaming.

"Happy New Year!"

Fred and you smiled into the kiss as he sealed the promise of never hurting you by deepening the kiss. Surely you have had some bad relationships but it was all worth it if it had brought you to Fred Weasley, the redhead which made your belief in love begin again.

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Ah I loved writing this. Thank you for reading!

It's so funny that in every "hp!boy × reader" fanfic, the reader's toxic ex is Cormac Mclaggen. Like, who'll date him?

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n-requests are always open for you my darlings with all the love i can possibly muster, teddy

currently playing- forever favourite

warnings- wave crashin sense of loneliness? enemies to lovers, rain confession, gender neutral and sfw

dating this Weasley would be such a rollercoaster with its ups and downs

honestly, would've hated him at first, i loathe the snark

but the thing is, the charismatic personality would just draw you to that magnet of a man

but it was a bit cute (maybe)

“You’re short enough to have to go onto your tippy toes to kiss me.” “I’m short enough to elbow you directly in the gut, with ease.”

picking fights is just his love language before he realizes you feel the same

so much drama before y'all actually got together

i picture it as how you both would have picked a fight which got you very upset since you've finally come in terms with your feelings and he's here trying to hurt them

it would be rainy day and you'd be making your way back from the green house as quickly as possible as he waits a bit further away

You noticed him, you always notice him first. He had his robe on the grass, and his sleeves rolled.

as you tried to avoid the whole meltdown you realized that his feelings shouldn't be spared and thus starts the argument

from one to another your feelings were in the air, an air full of love and hope

love confessions in the rain>>>

and suddenly how shy you were with a blush plastered on your face wherever he was.

such a shy baby to his thick british accent

i think he's a bit more calmer and steadier than all of you give him credit for

oh but the flirting- give me a break already

he's just the more outgoing and daring type yk

he's the type who would continue to win you over for the rest of your lives after fullingly knowing that he was yours

he'd be so quick w those remarks thats would personally send me of blushing

lets talk about fred's motto: an eye for an eye

it doesn't have to mean anything in a negative sense or even related to you

but if someone was out for you, weasley will be out for them and oh how cruel he could be

he's driven by instict

and if he wants something then he would have it then and there

electric guitar w fred weasley

𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: my favourite redhead, and i love the idea of this and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open love, tiya :)

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

you're on the bed in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory with fred. you're legs were sagged over fred's shoulders as you admired his pretty hands tuning his guitar. your pretty wannabe punk boy.

you wish he'd tune you like that. his soft hands fiddled with the strings running them up and down. you sat their flustered, how can someone manage to look so good?

he was making you feel electric godamnit.

shirtless with his overgrown hair put back with a hairband you found and his veins clearly shown was the view you had. abs flexing as they roamed the red electric guitar.

you feel a jolt as he pulls you down by your thigh falling not-so-angelically on to his lap as his guitar was now placed to his side.

fuck he looked prettier above me