#Dad!George Weasley

[nini123]

the whole point of tags is to find what you want to read... so please stop putting the fluff tag when it's actually smut 😭🙏🏼

[cherry-pop-elf]

Detox Day

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: It had been a long day of work, and your poor Hubby needed to detox a little. So, what better way than to have his loving partner help him out? First to put your son to bed, and remind him he deserves some self care

Warnings: 18+, So much fluff, gentle sex, domestic fluff, oral (male reviving) foot massages, kinda foot fetishy? This fic is very fluffy and playful, technical fem doming? ((George is EXTRA submissive in this one. Love me a man that whimpers. Mm))

“Dad’s home-!” Little Freddy shouted, the moment he heard the door open. Poor George hardly got a foot through said door, before Junior jumped onto his leg. Holding on for dear life, as if George would fade into a mist. Just never wanting to let go.

Despite being so bone dry tried, he just couldn’t resist his baby boy. He would take his dress suit jacket off, and hang it, before yanking his son into the air. Holding him high, and making him laugh. Squeals of pure delight filled the air, before he was attacked in kisses. Being held back just as tightly, as you watched.

“How was the shop-?” You asked, as you finished up dinner. Normally you helped out, of course. But George wanted to make sure Freddy had a stable life. Even as a baby, George made sure to have him in a sling around him. With ear protection, of course, while working in the shop. Not wanting to have a strained relationship. Much like what happened with his own parents. Seven kids isn’t as stable as people think. He wanted to make sure little junior always had a parent to love him deeply. When Freddy starts Hogwarts, that’s when you’ll return. That’s a promise.

<OH THE STORIES I HAVE TO SHARE WITH YOU> He would sign, so that Freddy didn’t notice, as he was busy hugging his father. Sounded, ironically, like he had himself a very bad day. One for little ears to not bear. As much as he didn’t want Junior to be naive to the world, he still needed a childhood just as much.

“Now come on over to dinner, you two. Still warm.” You gently encouraged, as Freddy was soon climbing onto his father’s shoulders. Quick to sit on them, and rest his head on the older man’s. Oh how identical they were. The same wild hair, same little smile. You loved them so much. Couldn’t stop yourself from joining in with the grins, as you rounded them up for a much needed meal.

For once, George had actually stayed rather quiet. That concerned you, as you ate. The meal wasn’t silent, however. Junior was more than happy to fill the quiet. Talking about the day he had with you. George was smiling at each word, but you could read him like a book. He was tired. So very tired. Not a need for sleep tired. That defeated tired. Suppose the weight of Fred no longer being in the shop was weighing on him again. His other half, if you will, no longer there for support. He felt alone, and tried to drown himself in work again. Guess you’ll need to fix that, won’t you?

“And then and then-“ But a yawn was quick to cut the little boy off. Poor thing talked himself tired again. A habit he’s developed. Just so full of energy. “Georgie, can you clean up while I put Freddy to beddy?” Was asked, as you hoisted the tot in the air. He whined, with the normal complaints of not being sleepy.

“Sure thing, love. Big boys need lots of rest.” George was quick to sooth. A gentle kiss to the little boys temple, and a squeeze to his little hand. “Love you, Junior.” He added, as your little boy smooshed his cheek against George’s. Reminded you so much of when Fred and George often did that. As a mock facade of ‘cute innocent little boys that could do no wrong.’ You don’t know how he picked up the habit, but a sneaking suspicion that there was a ghost at WWW wasn’t out of your mind.

“Love you to, Daddy.” He yawned, as you would bring the little boy to your chest. Humming away, as you escorted him to his bedroom. Rich in all that he loved. Tucked into bed he went, with his favorite little toy. A dragon plush from his uncle Charlie. Still smelled like soot, and that’s what soothed your tike. Snuggled in his grandmas quilts, and listening to you read him a bedtime story.

George would happily watch, as Junior gave him a sleepy wave. Along with a waving paw from the little dragon. George returned it, and gave a little finger wave to the dragon as well. Making sure they were both greeted. Seemed seeing him at the door way was what helped sooth Freddy to sleep. Out like a light, with his father quick to kiss his head. Doing his best to still be as involved in his life as he could. Even when so horribly tired. So much as just being physically there does wonders.

The door would be closed, with his night lights set, before George finally let himself drop his facade. The age in his face there in a blink. The sag, the exhaustion, the pale cheeks, everything seemed to just scream defeat. He learned to hide his emotions very well, after the war. Broke your heart to know it. He was just so damn drained.

“Go and sit down. I’ll grab you a drink, and you can tell me about your day.” You offered, with a kiss to his cheek. Earned you a crooked smile, as that sounded delightful to him. To just take a minute to let it all soak in. Get his muscles undone.

Into the comfortable arm chair he went. Just leaning back into it, and letting himself melt for a moment. Get off his exhausted feet, and breathe. Your poor hubby. Some Fire Whiskey is needed, and many other little TLC’s.

You would return with the glass, and bottle, to be placed on the table next to him. Along came a kiss to his cheek, before you were sitting at his feet. Your head in his lap, as you hugged his legs. Showing all your attention was on him. Making sure he knew you were there.

“Where do I even start-?” He groaned, as he would take the drink in one swift swallow. The way he rubbed his temples told you it all. A rough day at the shop. Your poor hubby. Not a day where he could just be playful and himself. A bullshit day of bullshit and more bullshit.

He would soon ramble about the day, as he poured another glass. Talking on about the parents, as you would work on untying his shoes. Placing them aside, and smiling to yourself. One sock being orange with purple stripes, and the other purple with orange polka dots. Never change, George. Never change.

“Then she asked for a refund. She asked for a refund, on a love potion, because the person she gave it to didn’t fall in love with her. It made sense, until she explained that he used it as perfume. That’s not how it works, and for the love of Merlin-“ He rambled on, as you would soon massage at his aching feet.

“Damn that feels good-“ He groaned, as he leaned back. Whatever else he was trying to say was forgotten. Just the comfort of being pampered. Not something he was used to. He’s normally the one drowning you in affection. So, you pulled a sneaky. You pampered him because it made you feel better. Get rekt.

“Poor baby. I can feel the blisters already. Such a hard working man. Even with magic, you just have to keep busy.” You tsked, playfully, as you gave his foot a hug. Making him playfully push at your cheek with the socked appendage.

“Got a thing for feet or something, you freak?” He teases on, as you gave a playful bite at his foot. “Freak of nature-“ He scoffed, but you both laughed. Hypocrite he was. Have to be a weirdo to think you could become one of the richest men in the Gaelic isles from a joke shop. Then prove yourself right.

“You are to be blamed for it all.” You egged on, before you would snuggled between his legs. Your chin on his chair, and looking up at him. So much love and devotion, returned in your own gesture. Those big brown eyes. You could stare into them forever. So full of spark, even after so many years. They were still so full. Despite it all, he was alive. Both physically, and mentally.

“Gonna just stare at me all night? Not complaining-“ He would smirk, as he would sway his cup of whiskey. A satisfying buzz on his tongue, as you were happy he was relaxing. He needed it, and you were going to make sure he would get some good sleep tonight.

With a grab of your wand, you gave it a flick. Casted a silencing charm, and an alert charm as well. In case Freddy needed either of you, but also warn you so you don’t traumatize him with what you were about to do.

“I have other things in mind.” You winked, as he rose a brow. With the wand set aside, as you would kissed his thigh. Taunting him, as you would rub at his calves. Getting him to give a blissful hum, as he closed his eyes. Just enjoying being touched.

Just something slow, and gentle. That’s what he needed. He deserved it. To relax, and for you to pamper him. You both loved it. To flip the script, and enjoy each other’s company. To hear each others whispers, and blissful sighs.

“Let’s get you more comfortable.” You whispered, before starting to unzip his dress pants. The sigh of relief he gave, when you pulled them down, was just heaven to your ears. To admire the hard on forming in the orange fabric. You couldn’t help but kiss it, and appreciate it. The simple act of being aroused by someone he loved so much.

“Such a tease.” He muttered, as he enjoyed another lazy sip. Wasn’t something he normally did. Made him feel like some Head Of The House bullshit he hated. As being in a family of seven siblings, everyone played a roll. There was no real ‘boss’ of the family. Molly more so was the leader, than any boss. He hated the idea of hierarchy, but he knew you genuinely enjoyed these moments. Communication is sexy.

“Learned it from the best.” You winked, as he rolled his eyes. <SARCASTIC BITCH> He signed. Well, more so said Female Dog. Even with sign language, he was cheeky. You retaliated with a flip off. “Ah, how educated of you. I would think you were a pure blooded noble~” He fanned himself, making you snort into his thigh.

“Let me be sexy, for like two seconds-!” You begged, between your snorts. That had him laugh even more. It was hard to take things to serious, and that was wonderful. Most of the time. Just to be at a point that it’s just laughter, instead of awkward noises and averting eyes.

“Ok ok, be sexy. Go-“ He finger gunned, with a wink. That had you slap his thigh. “Gregory, please-!” Was just more laughter, as you tried to get back in the mood. Even if you couldn’t, the love of laughter was all that mattered. You loved how he found a way to make you laugh, no matter what. It was wonderful.

“Alright, I yield. Go on ahead. Be sexy.” He would fight his giggles, with another sip from his whiskey. Savoring the flavor, as to try and calm himself down. Along with not he sloshed, because he damn well wanted to enjoy the moment.

With your breathe caught, and tears wiped away, you were finally able to return to the prize. Had you biting your lip, as you admired it. After so many times, you still couldn’t help but get excited to. No matter the years.

You would tug down his underwear, and watched it spring to life. The groan of relief was sending a thrill down your spine, as he was able to get the relief of the air on his exposed cock. Chilling, but needed from the heat of the whiskey in his system.

“Now time for my drink.” You grinned, as you kissed the tip of his cock. A few gentle kisses down it, as it throbbed against your lips. Excited to be given attention. You were more than happy to give him such. Little kisses, up and down his dick. Just taking it easy, as he enjoyed the view.

“Wonder if I’ll be able to taste that whiskey….” You absentmindedly muttered, before you run your tongue up the side. That got him to shiver, as he would hold onto the chair. Just letting you take full control, as he enjoyed the buzz in his chest and groin.

He was just so cute. How his freckles looked like stars, on those roses cheeks. The way his eyelids fluttered, when you licked over his tip. How he bit his lip, when you gave attention to his balls. He had so many beautiful expressions. Who could resist a submissive man?

“Please…..” He almost whimpered, as he stayed a good boy. Keeping his hands firm on the arm rests, and letting you remain in charge. Good boys deserved rewards, and rewards were given to those good boys.

The head of his cock would slip past your lips, and he moaned in relief. The heat of his cock in your mouth was exciting, as his need for you was impossible to hide. How his heart was racing in your mouth, as you took more down.

“Fuck….Fuck that feels good-“ He moaned for you, as you looked up to him. How his face was even more flushed, and how his nose did its cute little scrunch. Oh how you loved when his nose would speak for him. Was just an adorable thing. Had you smile, as you would bob your head. Pulling out more moans of pleasure.

It was simple, like that. It didn’t always have to be complex. Nor hot and steamy. Sometimes, you just wanted to pamper your partner. Make love. Remind them how much you love them. Course, it’s also quite the bonus to hear all the sounds they made. Not distracted by the heat of the moment. All for you to enjoy.

After a while, you could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth. Had your eyes look up, and you could see the way he was trying to hold back. The way he was panting, with his pretty lips parted. His hair slightly a mess, and his eyes closed. Such beautiful lashes he had. Ever fluttering, when your rubbed your tongue over a vain.

He was close, and you wanted him to spill. Spill into your mouth, and watch him whimper your name. To breathe heavy, and drool ever so slightly. To just let all that tension leave his body, as you would take good care of him. Make sure he was cozy, and relaxed.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ His whimpers answered your prayers, as you would take him deep down your throat. Savoring the feeling, as his cock was spurting down it. Oh his moans were just the trumpets of heaven. How his chest heaved, and his stomach clenched. The way his head rolled back, and his mouth opened wider. You didn’t need to get off. That was your reward. A whimpering man.

With his high coming down, you would pull off from his cock. Happy to have swallowed it all, and even gave the tip a little peck. As a thanks. Thanks for giving you such a beautiful sight.

“That hit the spot.” He sighed, as you stood up. A gentle hand to brush his hair aside, as he kissed his cheek. Right on the scar, from when he lost his ear. A reminder you loved all of him. Every, last, inch.

“I better return the favor-“ He said, but you poked his nose. “In the morning, hm? Time for you to get some needed sleep.” You would hush, with another kiss to his cheek. That got a whine of protest, but he knew he was a bit tipsy. Best to enjoy the buzz, instead of risking a hang over.

With his pants and underwear taken off, he would strip off the rest of his exhausted clothes. Nothing a Accio for his sleep wear couldn’t fix. Into those comfy pajamas bottoms, and old shirts that once belonged to his older siblings.

The two of you would quickly give one last check to Freddy, seeing him peacefully asleep, before returning to your own bedroom. To go through your own sleep routine, before snuggling close. Yourself in one of his stolen shirts. Nothing more comfortable than that.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked, as he would play with your hair. “Exist.” You smirked, before he rolled his eyes. Regardless, those words meant a lot. It’s been such a burden to be a lonely twin, but you’ve made it easier. You made him alive.

“Love you, so much, jellybean.” He would give you a gentle kiss, and you returned it. Tucked under his chin you went, as he hugged you tighter. A squeeze of reassurance, as the sounds of late night Diagon soothed you both to sleep.

A simple night, but those were cherished all the same.

[turvi]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a George Weasley x reader where she's Harry's ago and either Remus or Sirius daughter? Thank you (:

Hope you like this. Both Remus and Sirius are fathers.

Warning: Kissing, Dramatic Sirius

Y/n woke feeling excited to spend summer vacation with the Weasleys. Her parents were alright about it in fact they were looking forward to spending some quality time alone. Because of the war, they were forced to stay apart for nearly a decade. 

“Good Morning Love” Sirius greeted you from the kitchen. 

“Good morning pops” she wished him as he laid her breakfast in front of her and kissed her temple. 

“Did you sleep well?” 

“Yes father” 

“Don’t call me that it makes me sound… old” He gasped 

“You are old” she replied with a smirk 

He sniffed again “take that back” 

By now Remus was also up from all the commotion. He silently went up to Sirius and hugged him while he was busy arguing with Y/n about how he was not old. 

“Don’t you guys have better things to do than bicker?” Remus groaned into Sirius’ neck 

“It gives a kickstart to our morning” Sirius replied his lover handing his breakfast 

“You need hobbies both of you” 

“Good morning Papa” Y/n wished Remus with a bright smile 

“Good morning pumpkin, have you packed everything?” He asked ever the concerned parent. 

“Yes. And checked twice too like you always say.” 

“Do you really have to go pumpkin? Our home is going to feel so empty without you” Sirius gave his best puppy eyes that always used to work in his favor. 

“Pops not this again please” she got up to get her bags from her room. She loved spending time with her parents and cherished their moments together after the war she gained a new perspective on life. This is the reason she decided to spend her break at the Burrow. 

“Has Harry reached there?” Sirius asked helping her with her luggage. 

“Yeah everyone is there except for me” 

“Yes stick with him those twins are always up to something mischievous” Sirius shivered remembering the last time twins were at their home and played a prank on Sirius. 

“Hmm, but they feel a bit familiar to me” she smirked at her father who was trying to process her words.

Before she could leave someone came stumbling out of the fireplace. Remus got up to see it was George. 

“Hey, Darling” George practically sprinted towards Y/n ignoring the glares of Sirius Black. He embraced her and twirled her around but was immediately interrupted by Sirius. 

“Unhand her you dunderhead” 

George carefully put y/n down and took her luggage “It was nice meeting you Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin, we will see you soon” 

As soon as George held Y/n’s wrist Sirius pulled her back. “Not so fast young lad, Y/n why is this creature calling you darling.”

“Pops I told you he is my boyfriend” 

Sirius gasped “Oh no he isn’t” 

“Dad are you alright?” 

“Oh godric I think I am going to have a heart attack” 

Y/n looked up at Remus who was reading newspaper and drinking his morning tea “Oh, he will be fine, you guys carry on. We will see you soon hun” 

“You better keep one arm distance with her” Sirius’ threat fell in empty ears as the couple had left.

George picked up Y/n’s luggage kissing her lips briefly before apparating to his humble abode. 

“My own daughter how could she do this to me?” 

Remus sighed “Exactly love she is your daughter she has a thing for trouble and George isn’t that bad” 

“Not that bad! He dyed my hair purple, you of all people should know how much I love my hair” Sirius sassed. 

“Oh I know” Remus retorted when suddenly noticed a solemn look on his lover’s face. Remus obviously loved Y/n but she had wrapped Sirius around her fingers ever since she was a little baby.  

As a baby when she refused to sleep and wailed in Remus’s arms she would immediately fall asleep in Sirius' arm. With Y/n Remus found a new soft and more loving side of his lover

“Moony my little pumpkin has grown up. She has a boyfriend now.” 

Remus sighed and hugged Sirius. Merlin knows he needed it. 

“Padfoot she will be back before you know it.” 

“Why did she have to date that weaselboy?” 

“I think she takes after me for that matter. Falling for a troublemaker” Remus gives him a loving smile that always seems to comfort Sirius. They kissed as they slow danced in their home enjoying the peace the morning had brought. 

"She will be fine love she has us" Remus tried to comfort him.

"Yeah, "Sirius smiled at him kissing his lips and scars Remus' chuckle echoing in the house.

BONUS 

Y/n and George were under his blanket sharing kisses and laughs. 

“I can’t wait to marry you” George confessed with a lovesick smile. 

“My father has barely accepted you as my boyfriend and you are talking about marriage” she pointed out even though she loved the idea that he presented her. 

“It’s ok I will always be here. With you. It is fine if we never get married I still want to spend my life with you.” 

“Ohh dear, George I think you love me” 

He chuckled “You think?” He kissed her lips, his cold hands leaving goosebumps on her waist as he pins her on her bed. They are interrupted by tapping on the window. They both peep from the blanket to see a very aghast Sirius Black. 

“This is not one arm distance Weasley!!!!” 

“I think you should start running George” 

“Good idea love.”

[waywardxrhea]

Part of Your World - George Weasley

Chapter 17

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Muggle!reader

installment list / previous chapter / next chapter

word count: 5,915

content: protective 👏🏻 george 👏🏻 weasley 👏🏻, lots of pregnancy/baby stuff this chapter, arthur getting to experience more muggle medical stuff, medical stuff (needles, blood), emotions and insecurity, tears (happy mostly!), george being the sweetest husband ever

“George!” you shouted into the quiet that surrounded you as you lounged on the loveseat in your new sitting area. A couple weeks before, the two of you had finally taken a plunge you had been discussing since you found out you were pregnant: moving into a house on the outskirts of London. You needed room for your growing family that the flat above the shop simply couldn’t provide, not to mention that you always felt like a bother having to take George away from work to come get you from Charing Cross Road. The walls were still mostly barren because of only being able to move so much in at a time between both of your busy schedules, so the call for your husband echoed slightly through the space. 

“Everything okay?” George asked as he ran into the area, wand at the ready in case you were in danger. 

Your heart fluttered at the sight of George’s protective side, but you ignored the tears prickling the backs of your eyes as you giggled quietly and said, “Everything’s fine, come here!” You sat up with a quiet grunt of effort and allowed space beside you for George to sit. After he did, you grabbed his hands and placed them on either side of your belly, telling him, “Wait for it…”

You reached into the bowl of Bertie Bott's that George had sorted to try to ensure you only had the good flavours, and ate one that tasted like marshmallow. As the sweet flavour coated your tongue, you felt another gentle movement in your abdomen as Fred kicked against George’s hand. A wide smile made its way across his face and tears began to sting the backs of his eyes as he asked, “Did…did he just kick?”

You nodded enthusiastically, and a tear slipped out of your eye as George leaned down to kiss your bump before straightening up and kissing your lips gently. When you pulled away and rested your forehead on his, you said with a quiet laugh, “I finally figured out what makes him kick! He’s going to be very disappointed the first time he gets a bad flavoured one when he’s older.”

“If it keeps the both of you happy, I’ll make sure I take the bad ones for the rest of my life,” George told you before sneaking another kiss. 

“Oh, don’t you go making me cry!” you chastised as more tears flooded from your eyes. 

“Well, while we’re at it, I may as well show you the progress I made on the nursery,” he said with a laugh as he got up and held out a hand to help you off of the loveseat. When you got into the room, you saw that along with the crib that your dad had helped you build on his day off, George had put in a mobile that had little brooms racing around chasing after golden snitches. There were also small to medium sized portraits that held both Muggle and magical creatures alike that wandered through the frames to play together! As you covered your mouth at the sweet gesture, George asked, “You like them? I saw the mobile in a shop window on the way to work today, and I just couldn’t resist! I got Luna to paint the portraits, and she said she would be willing to paint the room itself if we want!” 

“They’re all brilliant!” you said through your tight throat, emotions welling up in your chest at the sight. You threw yourself into George’s arms and you held him as close as your bump would allow as you whispered, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

“Of course,” he replied as he ran a hand up and down your back. “I was thinking that she could paint a mountainscape and have a couple of dragons on it that fly around the room!”

Once you gathered yourself, you laughed quietly before saying, “When Abbie and Jaz come over, you’re going to have to freeze all the paintings, but that sounds amazing, love! I think he’ll love it!” You were quiet for a moment before telling him, “Thank you for agreeing to move us into this place. It was getting hard to keep coming up with excuses as to why the girls couldn’t come over to help with the nursery…”

“We needed the change and the space,” George replied, giving you a kiss on your temple as you turned so your back was resting against his chest. His hands landed on your bump once more before he said, “I can’t wait to see what the future holds for the three of us.”

“Me too,” you said, a grateful sigh leaving your chest as the both of you swayed to the quiet music playing from the radio sitting in the corner of the nursery. 

At your next appointment with your OB, Arthur joined you and George as you all waited in the small examination room. When the doctor walked in, she smiled warmly at Arthur after glancing between him and George and asked brightly, “Are you granddad?” 

“That I am!” he replied 

“Nailed it!” she said with a laugh. As the doctor pulled on her gloves and turned on the machine, she asked Arthur, “Is this your first?”

“Third, actually, but first grandson!” Arthur replied. “I didn’t go to anything like this with the others, so I’m excited to see how it all works!”

“Dad’s always been a curious mind, he’ll probably have a lot of questions,” George told her with a quiet chuckle. 

“That’s fine by me,” she said before turning her attention toward you. “How’ve we been feeling, Mum?”

“A little sleep deprived if I’m honest,” you admitted. You placed a hand on your bump and said, “This little guy doesn’t seem to ever want to sleep at night!”

“That’s about normal at this stage, I call it practise for when he arrives,” she said. “Do you have a pregnancy pillow?” 

“I don’t, would that be useful?” you asked curiously as you lifted your shirt and lowered the band of your maternity bottoms so she could conduct the ultrasound. 

“God, yes! They are a miracle for supporting your belly while you sleep on your side,” she said. A laugh spilled out of her mouth as she added to George, “Now, you sir may not get to be the big spoon as often if she gets one, but, I say it’s worth it for a better night’s sleep!”

“Consider it done,” George said, taking your hand in his and squeezing it lightly. 

The doctor then started squeezing the cool gel on your belly, asking, “Ready to see him?” 

She placed the wand to your belly and moved it around to try and find the little baby inside, and when she did, you couldn’t help the smile on your face as Arthur breathed, “My goodness! Is that really-? How does it-? This is brilliant!”

“There’s Fred,” you said, your smile evident in your voice as the doctor began telling Arthur all about how the machine worked. 

When you and George got back home after the appointment, you grabbed some loose bills from your purse and handed them to George, saying with a laugh, “I really thought he would cry when he saw the ultrasound! If not for seeing Fred, for the Muggle technological feat!”

“I told you it would be when he heard his heartbeat, but someone didn’t listen,” he said teasingly as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. 

“Well I’m just glad he got to be there,” you said after the kiss ended. You laughed quietly before adding, “Gosh, your mum nearly threw a fit when she saw the stitches on my leg after my surgery, I’m kinda scared of what her reaction is going to be when I’m at the hospital having him. What, with all of the monitors and medications and everything… It’s a far leap from St. Mungo’s.”

“Which is why if you want her to wait to see us until after he’s born, we can make that happen,” George told you. He stood behind you and wrapped you in a hug before saying, “I know she’s been warming up to Muggle things, but she’s spent her whole life relying on magic, it’s hard to change her mind on some things.”

“I know, and I’m not trying to change that, I just want to make sure things go smoothly,” you said as you relaxed into his embrace.

“And if they don't, that's okay too. As long as Fred gets here safe and healthy,” he said, giving you a kiss on the temple as his thumb ran up and down on your bump. 

“That’s what matters most,” you agreed. The two of you spent a few more moments in each other’s arms until you heard the knock on your front door indicating that your parents were there for dinner and to hear about how the appointment went. 

March rolled around, and you were definitely feeling all thirty weeks of your pregnancy weighing on you. You sighed in frustration and felt hot tears begin to prick at the back of your eyes as you gave in and tossed a pair of socks across the room in defeat. The socks barely missed George as he crossed through the doorway to take off his dress robes and change into something more comfortable for the evening. “Woah, what did those socks do to you?” he asked with a chuckle as he hung his travelling cloak on a hanger and placed it in its proper spot. 

“I’m so big I can’t even put my own socks on!” you replied, your voice breaking at the end of your sentence. You sighed and began rubbing the heels of your hands into your eyes to try and stop the tears from flowing. You couldn’t cry over this again, it would be the third time this week you got upset over how you looked, and you were beginning to feel like a burden to George for getting so worked up over it. It was just…there were always relentless thoughts running through your head about how you looked so different now… How maybe you wouldn't look the same after… How George probably thought you looked nowadays compared to before… 

Your insecure thoughts were interrupted when you finally registered George kneeled in front of you, holding your hands in his as he whispered your name to get your attention. “There she is,” he said with a soft smile as your eyes zoned back into reality. He brought your hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it before adding, “My beautiful, strong, brilliant, one-of-a-kind wife whom I love.” 

“George…” you lightly chastised at the words, heat creeping up your neck in response. 

“It’s the truth,” he said. “Not to mention sexy,” he added with a cheeky wink and smirk. 

“I’m not-” you tried before your words were stopped by a kiss from George. 

“You’re not finishing that sentence,” he said firmly as he stood up and grabbed your hand. “Now, would you like me to draw you a bath? You’ve had a stressful week with directing rehearsals, and I can tell you’re getting in your own head again.”

“George, you don’t have to-”

You were once again cut off by a kiss before he told you, “You need to relax. Now, what scent bubble bath were you thinking? I’ll brew you a cuppa while we wait.”

“Lavender would be nice,” you said quietly as you cast your gaze to the ground, a tear streaking down your cheek at your husband’s kindness. 

“Then lavender it is,” he said. He guided you to the bathroom that connected to your bedroom and waved his wand a couple of times to start the water and summon the lavender bubble bath to pour into the tub. George gently grabbed your chin and directed your gaze to meet his and he kissed you once more before telling you, “I love you. I’ll be right back.”

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper and thick with emotion. 

When George returned with your cuppa, he placed it on the counter nearby and began helping you out of your clothes and into the bath. He lightly ran his hands along your curves and whispered, “So beautiful,” as he held your hand and assisted you into the tub. As you submerged into the just warm enough water, you could feel the tension start to leave your muscles and you felt much lighter as the water began to surround you. “There you go, just relax,” George murmured. He kissed your shoulder gently before he began massaging them, causing an even more content sigh to leave your lips as your eyes closed. 

As you enjoyed the massage and took in the soothing lavender smell, you attempted to push aside all thoughts of your play which was nearing time for the company to begin full rehearsals. You also tried to abandon all thoughts about voice lesson plans for the upcoming week, and even thoughts about the upcoming delivery of Fred. You simply tried to hone in on the timbre of George’s voice as he spoke sweet nothings while taking care of you. 

During your soak, besides massaging the tension from your shoulders, George also took the time to shave your legs which you hadn’t been able to since your belly started getting bigger and bigger. After the water and suds all drained from the tub and George helped you dry off, he applied your favourite lotion all over your body and slipped a silk nightie on you. He helped you into bed as well before grabbing the socks you had tossed away in frustration earlier and slipped them on your feet. They were a fuzzy pair that Molly had knitted you, and on overwhelming days like today, they helped you ground yourself. 

“Feel better?” George asked as he climbed into the bed beside you, pulling you into his embrace. 

“Much, thank you…” you whispered, tears beginning to run down your cheeks. You sniffled and wiped them away, telling him, “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, George…”

“You being exactly who you are is what you did,” he replied, running a hand up and down your upper arm gently. “Taking care of you is the least I can do. You’re carrying our child, for Merlin’s sake! You deserve for this to be a nightly occurrence.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you said with a quiet laugh as you relaxed into George’s side. 

The rest of the night was spent in each other’s arms, simply enjoying one another’s company. In your relaxed state, you fell asleep without even knowing it, and for the night George was your pillow. He didn’t mind one bit though, especially when he got to feel his baby moving around in your belly. As George closed his eyes, he had a content smile on his face, and he dreamt of how things would be once Fred came into the world in a few short weeks. 

“Okay, everyone, once more from the top of the scene with those things in mind please!” you called out to the performers on the stage in front of you, who nodded and began resetting props on the stage. 

You placed a hand on your bump and let out a slow breath as you watched the cast reset, and jumped when a voice broke into your thoughts suddenly. “How are things going? Have you gotten them into shape yet?” asked the voice of your co-director Madeline who had taken a few weeks off to take care of her sick father back in Ireland. 

“They’re almost there, they just need to find their passion for the scene. I think we got it after the talk we just had,” you replied, flashing a bright smile in her direction. 

As you turned toward her fully, her eyes gravitated toward your belly, and her eyebrows raised into her forehead. “You’re going to have that baby any day now!” 

“Due date’s next week. I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t wait to get him out,” you admitted with a sheepish laugh as you rubbed your bump affectionately. “Not only will I get to see him, but then he can do his cartwheels outside of my body.”

Madeline laughed lightly before saying, “My money’s on him coming early.”

“Well, for rehearsal’s sake, let’s hope he comes right on time,” you replied, turning your attention toward the stage and queueing the actors to begin the scene again. 

Later, when the cast and crew were taking the evening meal break, you were eating a tea sandwich when you felt a cramping in your stomach. You let out yet another deep breath as you waited for it to pass, and when it did you finished your sandwich slice and walked away from the table in search of some tea. Before you could locate any though, Madeline made her way over with a concerned look on her face. “Everything all right? You look worried,” you said. “I saw you talking with Rich, is he still feeling okay with his part?”

“Rich is fine, it’s you I’m worried about,” she said, her eyebrows scrunching as she surveyed your face and then your stomach. “Are you having contractions? Do you think you could be in labour?”

“These? These are nothing, just Braxton-Hicks contractions, I’m fine-” you tried to say but were cut off when another one started. When the cramping started to subside, you grit your teeth a bit and smiled, telling her, “Nothing I can’t handle!”

“Nuh uh, you’re going to the hospital,” she said, grabbing your hand and leading you toward the door, calling out to the cast to take the rest of the evening off. 

“Maddie, I-” you tried to protest, but were cut off. 

“Your contractions are getting closer and closer together, and clearly they aren’t getting any better with walking because that’s what you’ve been doing all evening! You’re in labour and you’re going to have this baby!” she rebutted, digging for her keys. When she found them and unlocked the car, she escorted you into the passenger seat. 

As you thought back to everything your doctor had told you, you relented, sighing as you fished your cell out of your cardigan pocket. Madeline navigated the traffic to your planned hospital and you selected a contact from your list, putting the device to your ear as you waited for the line to pick up. You let out a quiet sigh of relief when it did, and you found your voice trembling as you said, “Hey ‘Mione, I… I was just wondering if you could get in contact with George for me?”

“Of course, is everything all right?” Hermione asked, concern evident in her voice. 

You let out a quiet laugh before you responded. “Well, I was at rehearsal and Maddie thinks I might be in labour, so we’re off to the hospital. I know George is probably busy at work, so I just thought that maybe you could get into contact with him easier than I could right now.”

“O-of course! I’ll head there right away!” she said, and while she was clearly shocked, you could also hear the smile in her voice. 

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” you told her, another deep breath being blown out as another contraction hit you. “Make sure he gets the bag from home before he heads my way, it’s got everything in it. Thank you again.”

By the time you walked into the labour and delivery triage area, your water broke, and before you knew it, you were in a room getting changed into a hospital gown and being told that you were already nearly ready to deliver. Madeline held your shaking hand as you sat on the edge of the bed to begin signing papers the nurse handed you. When the nurse left and informed you that she would be back within a few minutes, you finally let your tears fall. “What’s wrong?” Madeline asked softly as she let go of your hand and ran a hand up and down your back. 

“I-I’m just scared, what if they can’t get here in time? I don’t want to do this without George or Mum, and-” you started to say, but were cut short when the door opened after a quiet knock. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw George enter followed shortly by your mother and Arthur. “You made it!” you said, your voice tight with emotion. 

“Of course I did, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” George assured you as he sat your hospital bag down beside the bed and leaned down to kiss your lips gently. He kneeled down and took your left hand in his, wiping tears from your cheeks with the other as he asked, “Are you ready?”

“I am now that you’re here,” you whispered, nodding excitedly before kissing him once again. 

“Well, I think that’s my queue,” Madeline said as she stood from the bed beside you and began walking toward the door. “Keep me updated. I can't wait to meet the little guy!”

“Will do!” you called to her as she opened the door and exited, leaving you with your family. 

Your mum took Madeline’s place beside you and pulled you into a hug, telling you, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Wait til he’s here to say anything like that,” you joked as you hugged her back. You relaxed into her embrace and added, “I’m glad you’re here, though.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” she replied, pulling away from the embrace. “You dad’s finishing up at work and then he’ll be waiting until he’s cleared to come see you three.”

“And I told Molly that I would go get her when things have settled down a bit,” Arthur said. “Thank you for letting me be a part of this, I can’t wait to see things done the Muggle way!”

“Well you’re in for a treat then,” you said with a quiet laugh. When you finished that statement, there was another knock at the door and your nurse came in with a smile on her face. 

“Hello everyone! And who may you all be?” she asked as she washed her hands and donned her gloves before approaching the bed with a couple of devices in her hands. 

“This is my mum, husband, and father-in-law,” you replied, pointing to each person in turn. You looked at the devices in her hands and asked, “What are those?”

“Oh these are just devices to tell us how baby is doing in relation to your contractions,” she replied as she helped you sit up so she could fasten the belt around you. When she got the sensors placed where she needed, a monitor above your head turned on and the nurse pointed out, “Now, there is the baby’s heartbeat and the line below it will show your contractions!” 

“Fascinating!” Arthur said as he glued his eyes to the monitor. 

The nurse laughed light heartedly before telling you, “You progressed quite far into your labour before coming in, so I don’t exactly trust your pain tolerance. That’s why we’re putting you on the monitor, just to make sure things are running smoothly and to help determine how far along you are.” You nodded and let out a huff of amusement at the comment as she walked out, promising that the anesthesiologist would be with her next time for the epidural. 

“Doesn’t trust your pain tolerance?” George asked when she was out of the room. 

“I really didn’t think they were that bad,” you said as you relaxed into the bed once more, only cringing a little bit as another contraction hit you. Something dawned on you though, and you kept your voice low as you said, “Now that I think about it, my pain tolerance has been a lot higher since…”

“The Cruciatus curse…” Arthur finished for you as he dragged his eyes away from the monitor when your contraction ended. 

“Exactly,” you said. You laughed a little louder this time though and said, “However, I don’t plan on enduring pain like that again, so I’ve opted to be numbed for this.”

“Mum would be losing her mind,” George joked as he pulled a chair up beside your bed and took your hand in his. 

“But I, on the other hand, can't wait!” Arthur said, which made the tension in the air lift as everyone laughed at his excitement. 

A few minutes later, the nurse returned with the anesthesiologist. As he set up his supplies, the nurse asked, “Okay, Dad, how are you with needles?”

“Oh, I, uh, I guess I’ve never thought about it,” George replied, being taken aback by the unexpected question. 

“Well, if you don’t think you’ll pass out, I’ll have you support Mum while we get the epidural in, that sound okay?” she asked. “We find it that mums are more comforted by their partners than us nurses, but of course if you start to pass out, I will ask you to sit.” 

“Got it,” George said hesitantly as he took his place in front of you, now with your legs dangling over the side of the bed. 

“Okay, now Mum, just lean forward into Dad’s arms and you’ll feel a big poke when I put the needle in,” the anesthesiologist told you and you complied, leaning forward into George’s embrace. 

“Deep breaths you two. Don’t lock your legs, Dad,” the nurse said from her place a few steps to the side of George. 

As you and George breathed deeply together, he looked down at the needle the man was poking into your back and his eyes widened at the size of it. When he did, he suddenly felt his head get fuzzy, so he closed his eyes and snuggled into your hair, placing a kiss to the crown of your head as he did. George felt you flinch so he assumed the needle was in, and within seconds the man behind you said, “Okay you two, the catheter’s in! We’ll get you hooked up to the meds and you’ll be numbed up pretty quickly.” 

“Thank you,” you replied in a strained voice, letting out a deep breath as another contraction hit you. 

Once everything was done, you began to lean back onto the bed when George stopped you, saying, “Wait, the needle!” 

“Closed your eyes huh?” the anesthesiologist asked with a good natured chuckle. “The needle is just to penetrate the skin and get into the epidural space, it’s out now, no worries.” 

“Oh, got it,” George said with a relieved sigh leaving his chest before he began helping you get comfortable on the bed once more. 

When he got you situated, the nurse smiled once more before telling you, “Okay Mum, now you’re progressing nicely, and with the epidural you won’t feel as much. But if you feel the need to push, you call me okay?” 

“Sounds good,” you replied. 

“And Dad, just keep doing what you’re doing to make her comfortable, and I think we’ll be done within the next few hours!” 

“That I can do,” George replied, sitting back down in his chair beside you.

Around half an hour later, you sighed in contentment as the effects of the medication kicked in and the cramping and pain of labour began to subside. George smiled and squeezed your thigh, but when he didn’t get a response, he asked, “You okay?” 

“Huh?” you asked, opening your eyes and looking in his direction. You looked down at his hand and laughed quietly before saying, “Oh, that. I can’t feel anything down there, love.” 

“Nothing?” George asked, his eyebrows crinkling in confusion. 

“Nothing!” 

“Blimey, the wonders of Muggle medicine!” Arthur said as he wandered over and wiggled your feet to see if you could feel it. You laughed as he did, and your mum began telling everyone how it was to give birth to you without the medication you were on. 

“So when Molly gave birth to the twins, they had to cast the Imputerable charm on the area of the ward because it was such a hard delivery!” Arthur said with a laugh as he finished telling yet another story of how birthing worked at St. Mungo’s. 

You laughed lightly and squeezed the hand of a blushing George, and leaned over to kiss his reddened cheek. When you did though, you felt a strange sensation wash over you and you whispered to George, “The baby…”

“What about the baby?” George asked, eyes wide as he sat up straighter in his chair. 

“Is he coming? Do you need to push?” your mum asked as she and Arthur stood up from their place on the room’s couch. 

“I… I think so,” you replied in a breathless whisper. 

A wide grin spread over her face as she swooped over to wrap you in a hug for a few moments before saying, “Okay, come on Arthur, let’s give the kids some space. I’ll send the nurse back in here, honey.”

“Thank you, Mum,” you whispered, wiping a tear from your cheek as you watched her leave the room. 

“Are you ready for this?” George asked as he took your hand in his once more. 

“I’m scared, but I’m ready,” you confirmed, a small smile on your wavering lips. 

“You’ll do amazing, and I’ll be right here by your side the whole time,” George told you, planting a kiss on your forehead. 

Within moments, the nurse came in and began pulling back your covers to see what was going on. Her mouth dropped into a small ‘o’ shape before she ran to the door and shouted for someone to call the doctor. “Okay, Doc is just down the hall and coming here, he is just about ready to come out!” the nurse told you as she began moving the pieces of the bed so your legs would be in the proper position for the delivery. 

When the doctor came in, everything happened in a blur of pushing, some pressure, and lots of encouragement from George and the nurse. Soon enough, it all ended with the sound of your baby’s first cry as he finally arrived! Assessments were done on both you and the baby, and within a few short minutes you were relaxing back into the bed with the little bundle of joy that was Fred on your chest. “Welcome to the world, Freddie,” you whispered as you kissed his little forehead and he snuggled into the warmth of your chest. You looked at George who had tears in his eyes and whispered, “Your dad’s happy to finally meet you!”

“That I am, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure no one ever hurts you. I promise,” he mumbled, his voice wavering as he undoubtedly was thinking about his little boy’s namesake. 

The two of you bonded with Fred over the next hour, both doing kangaroo care with him during that time. After you worked with the lactation nurses to get Fred to latch to begin eating for the first time and he ate successfully for a few minutes, your primary nurse came into your room to check on you. “How are we doing? Feeling okay Mum?” she asked as she put on her gloves. 

You let out a quiet sigh as you held a now sleepy Fred close and admitted, “I feel a little light headed…”

“Oh, okay, let me just check something,” she said quietly before pulling your covers back to assess everything going on down there. 

Within seconds, she was massaging your belly and hitting your call button to get some help in the room. “What’s going on?” you asked, eyes wide as another nurse came in and began helping your nurse set up an IV pump and another rolled in a cart of supplies. 

“You’re bleeding a bit more than we would like you to be right now, so we’re just going to massage your uterus and give you some meds to make sure you’re contracted so the bleeding stops, okay?” she asked in a calm manner as she began working in tandem with her team in relative silence. 

“B-bleeding?” you asked, feeling your heart speed up at the words. You had read about postpartum haemorrhage and it was one of the things you had been hoping wouldn’t happen to you after delivering Fred…

Seeming to sense your stress, Fred began fussing on your chest and your nurse smiled softly at both you and George, telling him, “Dad, if you could please take baby for a few minutes while we work. Feel free to step out in the hall if you want.”

“George, I’m scared…” you whispered as you handed Fred over with shaking hands. 

“I’m not leaving,” he replied as he got Fred comfortable on one arm and held your hand with his free hand while he bounded the baby gently. 

“Thank you,” you replied in a shaky voice. You turned your head away from the team working on your right side and focused on your little family on your left as you tried to keep your breathing as even as possible, all things considered. After a few seconds of looking into George’s comforting eyes, you began to close yours and relax into the pillow behind you. 

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t close your eyes. Keep looking at us,” George said urgently which prompted you to snap them back open. “There you are,” he said with a smile on his lips. “Just keep those eyes open and stay with us, okay?”

A few hours, a unit of blood, and a bag of oxytocin later, you were on your way to the postpartum unit of the hospital to be monitored until you and Fred were both ready to discharge. As you held your baby close and relaxed into George’s embrace, your head turned toward the door when you heard a knock and a few familiar voices entering the room. 

The first to visit the three of you was of course both sets of parents, all of whom gushed over Fred and passed him around amongst themselves carefully as you all chatted, omitting the part about you almost bleeding out from Molly… After both sets of grandparents got their first fill of baby time, the next few hours were spent with scattered visits from family and friends alike. You drifted in and out of naps during this time, but were grateful to George for entertaining the company and ensuring that you got the rest you needed after everything you just went through. 

The next few weeks were definitely a transition period for the both of you, and you and George learned to manage time for yourselves, the baby, and your jobs. Things were rough going at first, but with help and advice from friends and family, and of course a whole lot of magic on George’s part, the two of you got into the swing of things and were beginning to navigate the transition into parenthood with only a few mishaps here and there. The last year had been a hard one on your mental health, but seeing the little miracle you and George made as you put Fred down to sleep at night made it all feel like it was worth it.

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brooke’s chapter commentary: my totally honest disclaimer for any inaccuracies - i wrote this when i was doing a class that had a lot to do with the pregnancy and birthing process, i have never had (nor do i plan on having) kids, so🤣 OKAY THE BERTIE BOTS SCENE I THOUGHT WAS SO CUTE, AND IT HAPPENED SO ORGANICALLY! I TEARED UP WHEN IT ENDED UP ON MY DOC BC ITS SO GOSH DARN CUTE 🥰😭 you guys, the scene with the bath was EVERYTHING to me! i just KNOW that george would be the absolute sweetest and most caring husband to his wife, especially on her bad days. when i was writing this chapter, it never occurred to me until then that wizards likely have never really dealt with needles? like…they have magical cures and fixes for everything, they don’t seem to need things that require needles, so that was a fun thought to run with. baby fred is here!! i’m so in love with their family dynamic, i CANT😭🥰 also, yes we stan Molly, but it’s absolutely canon in the books that she has a mistrust of muggle medicine, so it was included🤣

as always, likes and comments are appreciated! xo, brooke <3

taglist: @willowlovestheweasleys @v1ckycheesue @superduckmilkshake @5starl1ght @oneandonlybbygrl

[bruhaalla]

It’s gonna be dad bod every time For me.

[carewyncromwell]

Okay, I blame @maleliddell for making me think about this, but...this Lunar New Year marks the year of the Dragon, right? And the thought occurred to me that Charlie would be so disappointed if it turned out he was not born in the year of the Dragon, so I looked it up. And when I did, I found out something that just cracks me up.

Charlie was born in 1972...year of the Rat. As in Percy's-pet-Scabbers Rat.

So yeah, definitely sad Charlie, knowing he wasn't born in year of the Dragon. But to rub some salt into the wound, you want to know which Weasley was born in the year of the Dragon?

PERCY.

Yes. The least outdoorsy, hot-tempered, and wild of all of the Weasleys was born in 1976, a year associated with Charlie's favorite magical creature. Sorry, I just find that absolutely hysterical. 😂

(The other Weasleys' Chinese zodiac signs under the cut, just for kicks!)

Arthur ~ 1950 ~ Year of the Tiger

confident, brave, magnetic, idealistic, thrill-seeking, arrogant, selfish; symbolizes bravery

Molly ~ 1949 ~ Year of the Ox

diligent, gentle, hardworking, reliable, patient, materialistic, stubborn; symbolizes diligence

Bill ~ 1970 ~ Year of the Dog

helpful, honest, trustworthy, unselfish, pessimistic, anxious, timid; symbolizes protection

Charlie ~ 1972 ~ Year of the Rat

ambitious, charming, talkative, resourceful, private, frugal, critical; symbolizes wisdom

Percy ~ 1976 ~ Year of the Dragon

outspoken, energetic, generous, intelligent, perfectionistic, egocentric, impatient; symbolizes authority and good fortune

Fred and George ~ 1978 ~ Year of the Horse

amusing, enthusiastic, independent, persuasive, irresponsible, moody, opportunistic; symbolizes indomitable spirit

Ron ~ 1980 ~ Year of the Monkey

entertaining, intelligent, optimistic, sociable, fickle, secretive, unpredictable; symbolizes cunning

Ginny ~ 1981 ~ Year of the Rooster

adventurous, charitable, funny, loyal, argumentative, boastful, self-involved; symbolizes punctuality and fidelity

[yzuposts]

A sudden, silly thought: calling Fred and George (or Gideon and Fabian) Gluten Free as nicknames. Or just a singular nickname for the two. “Oh, Gluten Free? Yeah they’re in detention right now”

[aza-writes]

hi everyone. I'm about to post a few new one shots and the next chapter of Blood Red and Revenge or Revolution but I have a few questions

As I mentioned in my get to know me post, I won a writing contest last year at my college and I was wondering if you would like me to post my story? Or better yet turn it into a fic? (it wouldn't be hard, it's just a few names that would need to be changed) Let me know.

ALSO, I'm writing an essay for my class that talks about how the ballad of songbirds and snakes enhances the original Hunger Games trilogy. Would you like me to post that when I'm done with it? I know the analysis of that topic is really popular right now.

I don't have clear dates on when the fics will be posted but they are almost done or in the editing and revising process.

thank you for being patient with blood red as I get my life together. Hope you all have an amazing day

[m00ny-0]

Chapter two of my Fred x OC x wolfstar dads fic is up. Please bear with me as I remember how to write again.

‘Tabitha gripped Fred around the wrist, feeling him tense up beneath her grasp. She held on firmly, her grip a silent plea to stay calm, to resist the urge to lash out in anger and pain. Fred turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a range of emotion— rage, sorrow, and a deep seated longing for the friend they had lost.

Beside them, Lee stood with George, his grip firm on his friend's arm as he too sought to quell the rising tide of anger threatening to consume them.

“Come on, let's just go.” Tabitha urged, her voice firm as she gently tugged on Fred’s wrist, refusing to let go despite the burning rage coursing through her veins. With a heavy sigh from each twin, they finally relented, allowing themselves to be led away from the confrontation.’

[owlarchimedes]

Fred and George's shop selling shirts that say "Don't get splinched!"

That's it send tweet

[losergirlmonologue]

TW

I actually can't anymore. I miss my dad so much and it's so stupid because I barely even got to know him but I fucking miss him. And it sounds dumb but I found out that new skin regrows every 7 years and this would be the 7th year without my dad. Fuck.

[slytherclaw1978]

im getting myself into something good I can sense it

Latency Lingering {F.W}

Chapter I - Same Eyes, Twice Over

Synopsis: just over three years after making the decision to end things with Fred to keep yourself and your new secret(s) from holding him back, you're finally faced with the consequences when you run into Molly and she sees those very same "secrets" for herself. Suddenly, it seems very unlikely that a life without Fred Weasley in it will remain possible for you.

All the time in the world could not have properly prepared you for this moment.

You weren't entirely convinced, after all, that anyone was supposed to endure the agony of facing a disappointed Molly Weasley head on.

But then, here you were, dual stroller handlebar clenched so tightly in your hands that you feared you might just warp it, doing exactly that.

Had the four years of peace been worth it, you wondered, in exchange for the inevitable chaos that was soon to descend upon you like a long prophesied swarm of locusts set free of the hell from whence they'd come?

Likely not.

But what else could you have done?

You had only been eighteen measly years old, after all, a babe in the grand scheme of things, suddenly thrust into reality as a dull blade might be through flesh and bone.

(Messily, and with a staggering amount of force).

Though, you certainly felt rather unlike the blade in that analogy, and far more so like the flesh...

Nevertheless, you'd persisted. Done what you'd had to in order to preserve your sanity and the livelihood of the man you'd loved.

Perhaps still did, not that it mattered.

Fred was long gone, you had made sure of it that night in the astronomy tower the evening before he and his brother, your once closest friend, had made their daring escape from the hell that had been Hogwarts at that time.

You'd shattered the poor boy's heart after three and a half years of love and adoration, all to preserve his dreams.

Shame you'd done all you could to ensure he'd never know it.

"Please love, I don't understand."

He'd plead, dexterous fingers running through mussed up ginger locks as he paced back and forth about the room you were both stood in.

You'd only just barely resisted the urge to say it was all a joke then, desperate to reach out and feel him one more time, to fix the hairs that had sprung up all about his head as a result of his restless ministrations.

But you hadn't. You couldn't.

Things would be better, you knew, if you just stayed away.

You'd retreated further out of his grasp to keep yourself from holding him not long after the urge had arose. The look in his eyes, pained and confused, was enough to tear your heart in two, though you supposed that it was thirds if you really thought about it.

You would miss George, after all. What was a girl to do without her best friend, especially in times such as these?

"I'm sorry, Fred."

You said resolutely, not feeling nearly as certain as you'd sounded in that moment.

"I just- I can't deal with the distance, nor the strain of it all. There's far too much for me to worry about here, I can't risk stretching myself too thin worrying to death over you and your brother."

That much was true, you supposed, though in the end he'd never really know the half of it. That you couldn't risk stretching yourself too thin because of just how much was about to change, and because it would mean harming another to do so.

You had far more than just yourself to think about now.

In response to your words, your boyfriend stared at you as if you'd grown a second head, beautiful brown eyes wide and teary as he pulled a shaking, uncertain breath in through his parted lips.

"This can't be happening."

He'd whispered, a humorless laugh leaving his mouth and echoing throughout the mostly empty space, nearly making you shudder.

"Merlin Y/n, just last night you were cracking jokes about me taking your surname instead of the other way around. We spoke of a home, domestic dinner parties, Godric, even names for our bloody children!"

He'd exclaimed, hands flying up into their air as you'd watched on sorrowfully, recalling the very conversations he was speaking of.

You'd certainly take his thoughts from them into consideration when you-

"Lords woman, you're wearing a promise ring! This isn't some summer fling you can just toss aside with no warning, we've a whole future planned together!"

He sounded near hysterical now, confusion melding with panic to rob him of reason even in the darkened halls of the astronomy tower, and you'd shuddered to think of what Umbridge would do if she found out the two of you were up there at such an hour.

It was hardly negligible to risk yourself harm anymore, you simply couldn't resolve to allow things to continue any further.

And so, you hadn't.

"Fred, I'm sorry."

You began, lower lip wobbling in a way you hoped he couldn't make out despite the feigned certainty present in your tone.

"But I've made up my mind. We're destined to take life on two very different paths, you and I, and I can't let myself pretend this makes sense for even another moment. I love you far too much to allow this to persist and risk hurting you further."

And with that, you were gone, leaving the love of your life behind to wonder what on earth had gone wrong.

You hadn't seen Fred since then, at least not as far as you were aware, avoiding every event he could possibly turn up at within reason...

Though, avoiding his family, that had proven to be a far more difficult task, particularly whilst you'd been attending Hogwarts with them after the twins had taken their leave, your relationship all but flown away with them.

It turned out though, that pregnancy was easy enough to hide as long as no one looked too close at your poorly maintained glamour charm.

Or, at least it had been for the first few weeks or so...

But then, much to your utter horror (and great surprise) you'd been informed that your darling ex boyfriend had been so kind as to leave you with not just one child to care for in his absence, but two.

It would seem that twins did indeed run in the family.

After that discovery, your glamour charms had taken a lot more effort, focus, and intention.

Graduation, you'd found, could not come soon enough.

And though you had "celebrated" alone, your notably small family wanting little to do with their soon to be teen parent of a daughter, it had felt like your first real victory since your decision to leave Fred had left a gaping hole in the center of your heart.

Perhaps it was possible to keep moving forward after all, if you could make it through several months of schooling at Hogwarts whilst pregnant with twins you would undoubtedly be raising on your own...

Though, truly, not even that could have prepared you for a moment such as this one, because far more than you had ever seen before, Molly Weasley was furious.

She was doing a good enough job of hiding it, but you'd long since learned the meaning of her flaring nostrils, darting gaze, and shifting fingertips, which busied themselves with her wand as casually as she could manage.

You reckoned you were rather lucky she hadn't hexed you yet, judging by how upset she looked.

And, reasonably, you supposed she had every right to be.

After all, it had only been three short years since you had broken her son's heart high up in the astronomy tower at that school you had once so happily called home, yet now you were standing in the same doctor's office waiting room together, one of you with a bruised ankle, and the other with a baby carriage in hand.

And as much as you wished it to be so, it seemed the universe had no intention of switching your positions. It was you with the stroller, and she with the injury, though you were certain you'd be obtaining one soon if the older woman standing before you didn't get the answers she was doubtless looking for.

"Y/n,"

She greeted far too sweetly, her eyebrow twitching ever so slightly below her hairline as her eyes swept over the blanket covered stroller parked in front of you,

"It's lovely to see you. How have you been?"

The question was meant to sound polite, you were sure of it, but the undertone was clear:

"I could have gone my entire life without seeing you again."

It resolved.

"And exactly who did you deem worthy enough to start a family with so soon after breaking Freddie's heart?"

It interrogated.

You scarcely managed to hold back a shudder in response, your smile nervous in spite of your best efforts.

Time had whittled away at your ability to hide how you were feeling, it seemed, since you had last needed to do so during your breakup with Fred.

What a shame, you really could have used that right about now.

"Mrs. Weasley."

You greeted, all but flinching when you nearly said her name instead purely out of habit.

You could scarcely remember the last time you'd had to call the woman by such a formal title, but you supposed you'd lost the right to address her differently the moment you'd thrown Fred's surname back in his face that night in the astronomy tower.

"I've been well. And you?"

Your response was far more submissive to the older woman's intimidation than you'd perhaps intended it to be, but even so, your persistent and undying respect for her won out in the end. It was strange, truly, to consider the woman you'd once very nearly called Mum an enemy.

Molly hummed dismissively in response to your words, brushing off your question with a wave of her hand,

"Oh I've been just the same as always, nothing much to speak of I'm afraid."

She sighed out with faux regret, fixing you with a look of marked interest as she continued,

"But you,"

She said eagerly,

"It would seem that you've been rather busy as of late."

At that, she gestured toward the stroller sat in front of you, and you blanched slightly at the idea of her getting a decent look at its contents.

Molly smiled once more, still far too politely for your comfort,

"Who's the little one, then?"

She coaxed, immediately forcing a short burst of nervous laughter from deep inside your chest.

Once you'd officially regained control of yourself though, you smiled just as politely as she (albeit with an apologetic edge) before replying.

"Little ones, I'm afraid."

You joked, never quite able to stop yourself from trying to make light of a stressful situation.

"Winnifred and Augustine, or, far more popularly, Winnie and August. They're-"

"Twins." Molly finished before you could even get the word out, her eyes widening slightly in surprise, "Yours?"

You nodded slowly, and the woman smiled ever so slightly for the first time since you'd come into view.

"Oh my, my condolences then." She teased, reaching forward to grasp at the blanket that concealed the precious cargo napping away within, doubtless tired after their long day full of bickering back and forth with one another.

She looked up at you then, seemingly unaware of the growing fear in your eyes as you suddenly realized what was about to happen.

"May I?"

She asked, though you could tell from the tone she took that it was far more of a formality than an actual question.

Such was the problem with older women, you'd found - They scarcely seem to bother actually asking your thoughts in regards to them seeing your children.

But this? This certainly could not persist, not if you hoped to-

Without pausing to hear an answer you knew she'd never had any intention of waiting for, Molly Weasley gently tugged at the fabric that had been draped across the front of the carriage, ignoring your nervous sputtering as you tried desperately to find the right words to say.

Unfortunately, they never came.

Forgotten, the blanket that had once hidden your beloved children away from the world fluttered to the ground, and Molly Weasley stared, stock still, at the sight before her.

There, blinking blearily up at the bright lights of the waiting room she was stood in, was a set of twins so familiar that it made her heart skip a beat inside her chest.

Soft ginger hair adorned both of their heads, and delicate freckles far too similar to those she had once threatened to kiss off the faces of her own children decorated their cheeks like stars doubtlessly chock full of constellations just waiting to be found.

But somehow, the feature that caused her the most pause was the eyes of the little ones sitting before her, deep brown and shining in the white overhead lighting of a doctor's office that suddenly felt far too cramped for the feelings she was struggling to maintain control over.

Those eyes bore a striking resemblance to her twins, and somehow even one in particular, one that she knew you were quite familiar with, as things went.

Her gaze darted back up to seek your own, and the moment she found it and saw the overwhelming guilt and fear there, she knew, and her breath caught briefly in her throat.

"Y/n dear,"

She spoke after a few moments of increasingly tense silence, the low chatter of the witches and wizards around you seemingly reduced to nothing as the sound of your own racing heartbeat drowned them out with ease.

Molly reached out to you then, slowly and gingerly, as if you were some wild animal she feared might dart away at any moment.

And truth be told, you very nearly felt like one too, especially as the following question left your almost former mother in law's lips,

"What is their surname?"

And immediately, you shook your head, far too overwhelmed with the situation at hand to handle any of it properly.

Years and years of fleeing in fear of this exact moment had done you no favors in preparing for it, and your shaking hands and tear filled eyes betrayed that fact with an embarrassing level of evidence.

"Oh Molly,"

You begged softly, using the woman's given name for the first time in years,

"Please don't ask me that. I promise you don't want me to say-"

"Winnifred and Augustine Weasley?"

A nurse called out hesitantly to the sea of patients located in the waiting room, her eyes trained briefly on the clipboard in front of her as if to double check her words before she looked back up curiously, gaze sweeping back and forth throughout the space, seeking out the two toddlers scheduled with Dr. Hathaway for the 2:00pm slot.

You felt your heart constrict painfully inside your chest as Molly's hand flew to her mouth, her once so certain fingers trembling as the truth of the matter washed over her like a freezing winter squall.

And, ever the coward when it came to family matters such as this, you were quick to clear your throat, doing your best to hide your red rimmed eyes and tear tracked cheeks before waving your hand slightly to the nurse who was still looking anxiously about the waiting area.

"They're just here. Apologies for the delay, I must have misheard you."

Though, from the positively dread filled look on your face, Molly Weasley could tell you had not.

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[cherry-pop-elf]

Breakfast

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: It was finally the weekend, which meant rest for you. Not so much for George, but that wasn’t an issue. He loved his job. Regardless, early mornings can be lonely. Luckily, he always does open the store later in the day. So today, you THREE get to spend time together. You, Georgie, and little Freddy

((Btw yes I’m using ASL instead of BSL. It’s easier to get accurate with research, and it can help teach more people to!))

“WHOOPSIE-!” Certainly a concerning word, in any house hold. Was what made you wake up. You didn’t want to, but oh well. The sacrifices every parent makes. George wasn’t in bed with you anyway. No fun being in bed, with out someone to cuddle.

You would pull yourself out of bed, while steal your husbands sleep robe, and proceed to try and figure out why your son was going Whoopsies. Because if he’s saying that, something’s probably on fire. Or exploded. Or currently trying to climb itself out of a trunk.

“Hey, accidents happen. Don’t worry. Here, I’ll clean it up-“ That sweet voice would comfort, as you entered the kitchen. The smell of breakfast heavy in the air, and the windows open to the early morning noise.

What a sight it was. Seeing your handsome husband. That ginger hair all a mess in the early morning. Plaided pants, with hand me down shirt that was somehow surviving from either spite or love. (You bet it’s a mixture of both, with those Weasleys)

Little Freddy himself was in a bright purple pajama set. With the cutest little designs all over it. Just like his uncle, he just adored purple like no other. Like hell you wouldn’t let him enjoy such a color.

Your husband would wave his wand, and repare the broken plate on the ground. Nothing magic couldn’t fix. Seems like the two of them were making breakfast together. George teaching little junior how to cook, and clean. Made your smile, as you leaned on the door frame.

“See? No harm no fowl. You did the right thing, though. The plate was hot, and you let go before it could hurt you.” He would encourage, as to make sure little Freddy knew that everything was alright. Gentle, calm, and soothing. No need for yelling, after all.

“Can you sign Hot-?” He would ask Freddy, as he quickly nodded. His tiny hand would make a claw shape towards him mouth, before turning it away. As if eating an apple, and placing it down.

“That’s right-! Good job-!” George would cheer, as he yanked his son into his arms. Got him to giggle, as he was attacked in kisses. Such a proud father. You swore you might cry. George just adored his son to no end. It reminded you of the many, many, reasons you fell for him.

“Well now, look who’s awake-!” George would smile at you, before your son made grabby hands at you. That was your que, and you happily took it.

You would steal your bouncing baby boy, and pepper him in kisses all the same. A good distraction for George to make the plates for breakfast. Just laughter, and the sizzle of food.

“What has my little trouble maker been doing this morning?” You asked your son, as he gave a big smile. One that echoed the likes of his father. Helped that the ginger curls were over those chubby freckled cheeks.

“Daddy and I made breakfasts together! And he’s teaching me how to sign stuff that means breakfast!” Freddy would giggle, as you gave a wide eyed expression of curiosity. A means to encourage such behavior.

“He’s gotten so good at it. He’s gonna be better the me even. And I’m the deaf guy-!” George would snort, as you rolled your eyes at him.

Did have a point though. Being raised to learn sign language is alot different than having to learn it later in life. Luckily, though, George is far smarter than people give him credit for. Just look at the empire he made. Even with Fred’s help, it’s no easy task.

“We made waffles, and pancakes, and and-“ Freddy would babble on, and you listened to each little word. Cherishing it all, as you helped him sit at the table. Making sure he was secure in his seat, before sitting next to him. With George on the other side of him. Your shared bundle of joy, between his parents.

“You did a good job. It all looks so yummy.” You praised, as you gave his chubby cheek a kiss. Had him giggle, before he grabbed his sippy cup. Happy to enjoy some morning juice, as you reached behind your little boy.

“Just perfect.” You almost whispered, as you held George’s hand. The grip was returned, as he stole your fingers to his lips. Kissing them over, and making you blush all over. As if just an early year again, and admiring his skills on the quidditch team.

“Terrible.” You tease, as he gave an eyebrow wiggle at your manners. Had you snort, before he was quick to lean himself over. Had to make sure his partner got a kiss too. A kiss you oh so happily returned. All to the ‘gross’ babble of your son.

That soon had you both pamper his face in kisses, as he squealed at such an attack. Flailing little fingers, as you made sure he was adored in all the love you two could muster. That was quite alot, mind you.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You asked, as George gave a groan. Had you giggle that he never truly gave up all his childish habits. As if you would want that. You needed to smile, after all.

“Work, work, and more work. Love the job, I do. Wouldn’t trade it for anything, but I wish I could just close the doors for one day…..I mean, I can do exactly that. I’m the boss here. Hm…..Maybe I should do that. ‘Closed for a family picnic’ and all that. Yeah, yeah I should do that-“ He spoke out loud, as he enjoyed his waffle.

“We can see uncle Fred!” Freddy would shout, as you would wipe the syrup off his face. Messy eater he was, but you savored it. Just was nostalgic, after all. A messy eater like when his father was young.

“The cemetery normally has, like, no people this day in the week. That could work, honestly. Just a private little family get together like that.” George nodded, as he showed he liked the idea. Made junior grin, with such pride.

“Sounds like a plan then. A nice picnic to see uncle Fred, and just a day to spend with us three. I love it. Good job.” You would add to George, as Junior was just all smiles. So much like said uncle, but certainly George all the same.

With the plans all set, the three of you enjoyed the breakfast between you all. With plenty of George teasing his boy. With silly faces, and stories of his youth. Was just divine to watch. To see him so happy again.

“All done-!” Freddy would suddenly shout. Was followed by placing both his hands to his chest, before bringing them back to the table. Multiple times, as to practice what the sign meant. Warmed your heart. Smart like his daddy.

“Good job, Freddy. Now, what do we say next?” George would ask, as Freddy had to think. With his little brows furrowed, as he huffed. Trying his best to remember what to sign next.

“We clean….” He muttered, as he gave sign language babble to himself. Trying hard to figure it out, as you both waited. With no rush. No yelling. No pressure. Just waiting, and letting him breathe.

“Clean….” He muttered, as would place his right hand on his left hand. Then he made a swiping motion, as if trying to wipe something off his hands. It wasn’t quite as smooth as it should be, but he still remembered it regardless.

“Got that right. We clean up. Well, try to.” George would give that awkward smile, as you gave him a knowing look. No yelling, like Molly would. George had a bad habit with his messes, but no one is perfect. He had quirks to make up for it. Much like yourself held your own bad, and good, habits the same. The goal was to try and prevent such to junior. The best you could, anyway.

“Yeah-! Clean up!” Freddy nodded, as he would stumble out of his chair. Adorable little waddle was made to the sink, only to realize he was to short. Made him frustrated, as he gave an angry little stomp. As if that would somehow make him grow.

“I’ll never get tired of that.” You sighed, as George nodded. The both of you enjoying the sight of little Freddy trying to figure out how to reach the sink. Just enjoying the moment, while you could.

“I’ll help him. You go out the sign up.” You said, as you stood up. He was quick to do that same, before stealing you into his arms. Just to hold you a moment, and savor it. Savor the bliss of the morning. With his head resting against yours. No words were needed, as you cupped his face. Tracing the scars, and admiring him in his entirely.

“Love you to, you big trouble maker.”

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theo comforting you after a bad test

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fred getting jealous

fred fucking you in the burrow

soft sex with fred

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fred and his slytherin girl

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threesome with enzo and mattheo

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double penetration with mattheo and theo

mattheo getting distracted during movie night

overstimulation with mattheo

sucking off sub!mattheo

mattheo being a munch

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SFW

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• One of the Boys •

Reader x Fred Weasley

Based off of Katy Perry’s song “One of the Boys”

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: You’ve always been one of the boys. That was until you came back from summer break looking a bit, different, as Fred puts it.

Warnings: cursing, mildly steamy scenario

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One of the boys

“Today was bloody brilliant!” Fred cheered and clapped you on the back as he raised his cup to Gryffindor. Practically the whole school was shoved in your common room to celebrate the quidditch cup.

“To Gryffindor!” Oliver bellowed drunkly as everyone drank and cheered.

“Seriously, Y/N, you played fucking amazing today,” Angelina bellowed, downing the rest of her drink.

“I can second that. Since when did you get so bloody good, little one?” George smiled as he put his arm around you. The twins had always been your good friends, the three of you joining the Gryffindor quidditch team in your third years. They’d often referred to you as little one, due to the fact that they towered over you. They constantly teased and pranked you, but you would also join in on their antics. More often than not, you guys were playing quidditch during the warm seasons and pranking Filch in the winter. You were really just one of the boys and you couldn’t be more happy to be a part of their mischief.

“I’ve always been good, Georgie. But I will admit, this was probably my best game yet,” you beamed as you joined the rest in downing your drink.

“You’re only that good thanks to our rigorous coaching throughout the years,” Fred smiled wryly, filling his own cup up again. You rolled your eyes.

“Yea right, Weasley. The two of you combined still wouldn’t be as good as me,” you challenged. The three of you went back and forth all night, drinking and laughing and celebrating Gryffindors victory. The high spirits continued throughout the week and before you knew it you were saying goodbye to all your friends at platform 9 and 3/4.

“Oh! So good to see you sweetie,” Molly smiled warmly as she dragged you into a tight hug, “Have a good summer, we’ll see you in the fall! Say goodbye boys.” Fred and George both approached you and each gave you a quick hug before heading out with the Weasley family.

“See you next year little one!” George called out.

“Don’t skimp out on the quidditch practice, Y/N! You could use it,” Fred shouted, giving you a cheeky smile and a wave. You rolled your eyes and sent a smile back before meeting with your own family and heading home for the summer.

3 months later

You checked yourself out in the mirror one last time and smoothed the top of your hair flat.

“Come on, Y/N! You’re going to miss the train,” your dad called from downstairs.

“Coming!”

Over the summer you had grown a considerable amount. Your dad had been teasing you about how much time you spent in the bathroom getting ready, but you didn’t care. For once in your life you actually felt pretty. Your body had begun to fill out in all the right places and your hair had grown out well past your shoulders now. You had started to shave your legs and wear perfume. You had even bought new clothes as you had outgrown your old wardrobe. All of this had instilled you with a newfound confidence that had you beaming. As you walked onto platform 9 and 3/4, you wore a fitted long sleeve shirt and some new low waisted jeans. You had blown out your hair into soft falling curls and you had even applied some lip gloss. You were excited to start your sixth year with all your friends and your new look.

“Bye guys! I’ll see you for Christmas,” you hugged your family before loading your trunks on the train. As you put your final trunk into the train, someone called your name from behind.

“Y/N?”

You turned around to see Fred and George standing behind you, still towering over your frame.

“Fred! George! How was your summer?” You bounded towards them and hugged George. When you pulled back to hug Fred he just stood there with his mouth slightly agape. George nudged him and he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and leaned in to hug you.

“You look… different,” was all he could manage to say. You chuckled and put your hands on your hips.

“Yes, I’m not so little anymore. You guys can stop calling me little one now,” you teased.

“Nah, you’re still tiny,” George brushed you off as you all started to head onto the train to find a compartment. After walking down the length of the train, you had finally found the compartment where Lee and Angelina were.

“Y/N! How was your summer! Oh my gosh, you look absolutely stunning,” Angelina beamed as she hugged you and pulled you down to sit next to her.

“Thanks Angie, I can say the same about you! And my summer was amazing,” you guys chatted back and forth, catching up on all the latest gossip and all the fun things you did over the summer. Fred and George beamed about the Quidditch World Cup and soon the five of you were full of sweets and ready to take a quick nap before you had to change into your school robes.

“Every year I tell myself not to eat so many chocolate frogs, and every year I eat more than I did the year before,” Lee groaned, leaning back and rubbing his stomach. You laughed and slid down in your own seat, leaning your head against the window and looking out across the green landscape. You were so happy to be back with your friends. The summertime was amazing, but there was nothing like Hogwarts. As you smiled to yourself, you looked up from the window to see Fred staring at you with a serious expression. You raised an eyebrow at him but he just shook his head and looked out the window. That was weird. You shook it off and leaned your head against the window again and nodded off.

Before long, the train had pulled into the station and crowds of students were piling out into to the night to go to welcoming feast. As you filed out of the train and towards the carriages, Fred and George lagged behind a bit and whispered to each other.

“Do you think they’re acting a bit strange?” You leaned in towards Angelina, sending another glance back towards the twins.

“Aren’t they always?” Angelina shrugged as she stepped into the carriage. She had a point.

After a few minutes, you found yourself at the Gryffindor table listening to Dumbledore announce the Tri-Wizard Tournament, everybody increasingly getting excited as his speech went on. The excitement reached its peak as piles of fresh food appeared in front of you and everybody dug into the feast.

“Oh how I missed this food,” you groaned, piling food into your mouth. George hummed in agreement as he piled more potatoes into his mouth. You could feel Fred staring at you again but you decided against meeting his gaze this time. Were they going to prank you or something? He was acting so weird.

Shortly after dinner, everybody headed up to their dorms. Despite wanting to hang out together in the common room, the long day of travel and the large feast caught up with the Gryffindors as the students filed up the winding stairs to their rooms. You had just gotten to your room when you realized you left your book in the common room. You turned around and quietly padded down the stairs to retrieve it. You slowed your steps as you saw the twins huddled together on a couch with their backs turned from you.

“Well yes, I’m not disagreeing. Any bloke can see she looks good, so what? I mean, what are you trying to say?” You managed to hear George say as you approached the coffee table.

“Ooh, who looks good? Does someone have a crush?”

The twins jumped as you grabbed your book next to them.

“Bloody hell, Y/N!” Fred exclaimed with wide eyes. George laughed.

“See, you say you’re no longer little, but you’re so tiny your footsteps don’t even make a sound,” George teased, leaning back into the couch and tossing his arm over it. You rolled your eyes.

“You guys just stomp around like ogres, I walk like a normal human. Anyways, I’m heading to bed. Try not to drool over Angelina, Georgie. It’s only the first day back,” you teased as you turned to head up towards the girls dormitory. You heard George let out a loud laugh before hearing a loud slap and more commotion. You just smiled to yourself, oh how you missed those two. You entered your room and placed your book on your bedside table before going to your wardrobe to change.

“I think George likes you,” you nodded to Angelina as she shot up in her bed.

“Really?” She said with a slight smile. You just chuckled. You were so happy to be back.

The weeks flew by and soon the other wizarding schools had arrived. The only thing that sucked about this whole tournament was that there was no quidditch. It was a surprisingly warm November day when you bounded into the common room looking for a certain pair of red heads. You spotted them huddled up in the corner of the room, probably working on one of their pranking products as you had learned of recently.

“You two,” you pointed at the twins as they whipped their heads up, “wanna play quidditch? Two on two, George and Angelina, Me and Fred.” A cheeky grin immediately grew on George’s face as he turned to look at Fred. A more sheepish smile appeared on Fred’s face as he stood up.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s kick some ass.”

The game had turned out to be exactly what the four of you needed in midst of all the school work that was being assigned. You and Fred flew seamlessly together, scoring over and over again on George and Angelina. They were putting up a good front, but your flying skills were outmatched. You had even attracted a small crowd of students by the time the game ended.

“Good game,” you said, landing onto the field and sticking out your hand for Angelina.

“Yes, valiant effort you two,” Fred smirked, shaking Angelina’s hand after you.

“Merlin, Y/N, I forgot how good you are,” Angelina mumbled as she took her defeat in stride.

“Yeah, shes bloody brilliant,” Fred mumbled with a reserved smile. You looked up at him, beaming at the compliment but he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.

“Gotta admit it, little one. You sure can fly,” George clapped you on the back before following Angelina off the field.

“We make a good team, Freddie,” you smiled, patting his arm before beginning to walk off the field as well. You couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Why was Fred acting so weird around you? Did he not like you anymore? He had been so distant this year, choosing to spend his time with George and whenever you came over to join them, he seemed to shut down and become reserved. And Fred had certainly never been reserved before. You shook your head and walked back to your dorm to shower. You decided you’d ask George about it that night.

After dinner, you sat in the common room working on some homework with Angelina. You tried to focus on your assignment, but your eyes kept drifting over to the pair huddled in the corner. How in the world were you going to ask George about Fred when they were always together? As if your prayers had been answered, Fred stood up and walked out of the common room. Your eyes followed him until he disappeared through the portrait hole. You took no time waiting and began to walk over to George.

“Ah, Y/N, what’s up?” George closed whatever he was working on and put his arm over the back of the couch. You took a seat next to him and turned to face him, nervously playing with your sleeves.

“Um, I actually had a question for you,” you stammered, looking up towards the portrait hole to make sure Fred wasn’t coming back.

“Spit it out, Y/N. What’s up? You’re making me worried,” George laughed, scooting closer to you. You cleared your throat.

“Does Fred have a problem with me? I dunno, it just seems like he doesn’t like me around anymore. He’s been acting so weird and I don’t want to bother him if he doesn’t want me hanging out with you guys anymore,” you trailed off, looking down at your legs. George put his arm around your shoulders.

“Y/N, I can promise you that is not the case,” he sighed, “we both love hanging out with you.”

“Really?” You let out a breath and chuckled.

“Yes, really. Merlin, he is such an idiot,” he grumbled to himself, shaking his head.

“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow at him when Fred walked back into the common room. You looked up and your eyes met his. As he got closer to you and George, his brows furrowed. George took his arm off your shoulders and you shifted your body away from his.

“What are you guys talking about?” Fred questioned, stopping in his tracks and crossing his arms over his chest, looking mildly annoyed. Why were his forearms so ripped? You shook your head and cleared your throat.

“I was just bugging him about the herbology assignment, which he hasn’t even started,” you glared at George. It was true that he hadn’t even started the lengthy assignment that was due by the end of the week. George chuckled.

“Did you set it up Freddie?” George questioned, probably about a prank, looking up at his twin. Fred still looked visibly annoyed.

“Yes. I did, but I should’ve made you do it.” Fred said dryly, his jaw clenching slightly. George rolled his eyes. You looked between the twins with a confused expression. You rarely saw them annoyed at each other.

“Alright, well I’m headed upstairs. Goodnight you guys,” you ducked out of the awkward atmosphere and towards Angelina to grab your books.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” George said as Fred sat down in your seat and began to whisper something to George. What was that all about?

A few days went by and Fred was still acting distant. You wondered if George had even said anything to Fred about it. If anything, Fred was avoiding you even more. George tried to give you passing smiles and waves, but anytime he passed you in the halls, Fred would completely ignore you. Even at dinner, he would rarely engage in conversation with you and you were starting to feel really hurt. After this particular night where he purposefully avoided your gaze the entire dinner, you were actually angry at him. He’d been acting so weird all year and then as soon as you talked to George about it, he started completely ignoring you. That night, you left your dorm and stomped up to the twins room. You knocked on the door and stood there with your arms crossed waiting until George opened it. He looked taken aback by your angry presence.

“I need to talk to Fred, alone.” You stated. George gulped and turned to Lee.

“Let’s go to the common room,” he grabbed Lee and pushed past you. Fred was now looking at you from his bed. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. It looked half scared and half the nonchalant expression he’d been giving you the past few days.

“What the fuck is your problem with me?” You stomped over the his bed where he sat. He raised an eyebrow at you and crossed his arms.

“I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N. What are you talking about?” He shrugged as he looked up at you nonchalantly, but you could see his jaw tensing.

“Are you serious right now, Fred? You know exactly what I’m been talking about. You’ve been avoiding me all week, ever since I talked to George about you. I don’t know if he even mentioned it to you, but I thought you didn’t like me anymore! He told me that wasn’t true, but now I’m not too sure anymore! You’ve been acting like a prat all week!” You were fuming at this point. You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to pretend like he hadn’t been ignoring you for days.

“That’s not fuckimg true! I told you I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N,” he jumped up off the bed and stalked towards you, “why can’t you just take my word for it?” His height became apparent as he loomed over you. You only stood up straighter and kept your arms crossed.

“Well then what’s your problem? Why don’t you like hanging out with me anymore? Why are you avoiding me?” You questioned, your anger slowly seeping away and being replaced with the hurt you’d been feeling. Fred sighed, his posture relaxing as he saw your eyes fill with sadness. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I do like hanging out with you, Y/N. Merlin, I’ve been missing spending time with you, I just…” he trailed off, his eyes falling to the floor.

“You just what, Fred? Since when are you so shy?” You asked genuinely. That only made Fred groan and run his hands roughly through his hair again.

“Since I started liking you! Since you showed up on the platform looking like that and now I can’t even look at you without thinking you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” the words tumbled out of his mouth and left you standing there with your mouth open. Did he just say he likes you? Did he just call you beautiful? “I miss playing quidditch with you and coming up with pranks together but fuck, Y/N. I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I want to be with you.” You stood still for what felt like a long time. Were you dreaming right now? Your brain scrambled to make sense of what was happening. I mean, Fred was standing in front of you, confessing his feelings to you in a very real way. But you’d been friends for so long. What if this ruined everything? But he was standing right in front of you with his messy hair and his freckled face and his furrowed brows and he just looked so good and he was finally talking to you again and

“Oh, fuck it,” you breathed out, closing the space between the two of you. You were kissing him. And it felt so good. He groaned into your lips as his hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you flush against his body as his lips worked against your own. Your hands tangled in his red locks as you pulled at his neck to deepen the kiss. His hands slid up your body until he held your cheeks. He kissed you softly one more time before pulling back. You face was blushed red as you stared up at him with wide eyes. He finally let out a breathy laugh and his lips curved up into a crooked smile.

“You’re so cute, fuck,” he laughed, still holding your face in his large hands, “I’m sorry I’ve been acting like a prat. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But after kissing you, fuck, I should’ve ruined it a long time ago.”

“I just wish you would’ve told me earlier. Had I known you liked me, I could’ve had you kissing me all year,” you smirked as you walked him to the edge of his bed. He sat on the edge and pulled you down with him.

“Let’s make up for lost time then,” Fred whispered as he pulled you to his lips. You groaned as you straddled his lap and deepened the kiss. This man knew how to use his tongue.

“Fuck, Freddie,” you moaned into his mouth as his hands found their way to your ass. He chuckled as his grabbed your hips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you bent over your luggage on the platform,” he breathed out with a smirk as he slapped your ass. You gasped and hit his chest.

“Freddie!” You scolded, but it didn’t last long as he pulled you back to his mouth, making you moan as his thumbs rubbed over your hip bones.

“Bloody hell,” you heard someone say from the door. You gasped and pulled away from Fred only to see George standing in the doorway with his jaw wide open. Fred’s smirked stayed plastered on his face and his grip held you tight on his lap.

“Sorry Georgie, think you can give us a few more minutes? We’re still talking.”

[moontopuff]

how it started/how u met

okay so being honest, twins didn't notice you until your third year

that's when u, as a Hufflepuff, had transfiguration with gryffindor

and let's just say that they *had* to notice u

because u tried to do the task so.many.times. but it just didn't work and at some point u just yelled "bloody fuckin hell!"

and yes professor did take 10 points from your house for saying those words

but! thanks to that weasley twins noticed you! Right after the lesson, they approached you on the hall

"so. aren't you a naughty little hufflepuff?" "what's your name, Puffy?"

and so, this is how your friendship started.

and yes, at first twins were just curious about you, maybe just their gryffindor blood wanted something new

but nevertheless, it quickly changed into something more real, as they started hanging out with you

you laugh at their jokes, watch their quidditch games and sometimes lightly pack them on their heads when they are being too much of a nuisance. They realized they liked u as a person.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH TWINS LOOKED LIKE;

so, just because you're their friend, doesn't mean they wont try and will prank you

that's why it often ends up in a game of tag; its either them running after you (sometimes you even win and end up safely in Hufflepuff common room!) or you after them (and trying to hex them after they pulled out their prank on you)

but yeah, so many times they tried to go after you to hufflepuff common room and they ended up smelling like vingear!

(you did ended up helping them with the smell anyway. just later, of course)

so u may, or may not, have slipped that u were always wondering how it feels to be kabedon'ed to twins

did they know what that is? no. did u told them? no. did they found out anyways? YES.

and so, this is how it started; your whole week of Weasley twins kabeddoning you in random places at random times.

your reactions were quite enjoyable, so was your flustered expression, which only made them do it again, and again,,,

(you did like it tho. even if u decided not to share that thought with twins...)

when you have classes together you can expect paper bird charm flying your way! Twins would write something or draw something silly. Sometimes just because they are bored, sometimes so they can make you laugh and make teacher reprimand you. Anyway, it's not boring when u share classes

their mom & dad loving you! Of course not as much as they like Harry and Hermione, but you are just behind them! And Molly can't help but appreciate you and your ability to tone down twins (at least sometimes...)

you make them study together with you, of course its not easy and at least half of the time they (okay and you too...) spend talking and giggling, but because of your reward system (after you learn this you can get that), they are a little bit more willing to learn (not much tho)

twins knew that you know a lot of hiding places in Hogwart, so they often include you in their pranks... if only for you to help them turn into right direction

but sometimes things just didn't work out, and you three ended up in detention

that's when twins could see your grumpy, annoyed side

them knowing you're not *seriously* mad at them, meaning they would try to make you laugh, betting who would make you laugh first, and so on

them wanting to prank you but you know better

"Puffie, come on, join us tonight!" the Weasley twins chorused, their grins practically gleaming with mischief. You crossed your arms, eyeing them suspiciously. “No,” you replied flatly, frowning. You knew that look too well. "Pleaaaase," Fred stretched the word out, pouting dramatically. "Don't be a bummer!" George leaned in closer, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Do you want us to beg?" he teased, and then Fred chimed in, smirking. "Are you into men on their knees?" You felt your cheeks heat up as they burst into laughter at your reaction. “Are you willing to be these men?” you shot back, still blushing but fire dancing in your eyes, not wanting to lose to them so openly. But they weren’t done yet. “What if... there’s food?” George asked, his tone suddenly innocent. Your interest piqued. “What food?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. Fred nodded seriously. "Good stuff. Sweet stuff. Whatever you like." “Fine,” you sighed, but you weren’t so easily persuaded. “You have to promise that next time I have a bad morning and I’m grumpy, you’ll hug me. A sandwich hug, at that!” You finished with a grin, proud of yourself. If you were going to be pranked, you might as well get something out of it too. Fred smirked. "Blimey, didn’t know you were so forward, Puff—” You smacked his arm before he could finish, a playful scowl on your face. George chuckled, taking your hand with a grin. "Deal." Of course, it was a prank. But there was food, and was it worth it in the end? Your future self would wholeheartedly agree.

them asking you to bring food for nightly study or just hanging out at night

“Why me? You already know where the kitchen is,” you asked, genuinely curious but not annoyed. “Yeah, but it’s late already, and we’re us, and you’re you,” Fred explained, as if that made perfect sense. “Meaning...?” you prompted, raising an eyebrow. George chuckled, leaning in as if sharing a grand secret. “You’re an innocent Hufflepuff, and we’re mischievous Gryffindors. If a prefect or professor catches us, they’re more likely to let you go, and us... well, you know how it usually ends.” He shrugged, grinning widely. You paused, contemplating. It made a strange kind of sense. It was a bit unfair, sure, but if you could turn it to your advantage, wasn’t that fair in its own way? “Mhmm, we’ll see. What do you want?” you asked, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

so yes, they would also sometimes 'use your hufflepuff self" for making things easier for them. and hey! at first it worked perfectly! But after a while, prefect and professors caught on that you're not as innocent as you seem, and you are friends with Weasley twins in more ways than they thought

one time they pranked you by making your hair [color], thinking you would get angry, but you just shrugged and decided that it looks nice on you, and you're keeping it for time being

so yeah, they wouldn't think so at first, but somehow, you match them perfectly!

ROUTE A (GEORGE WEASLEY)

ROUTE B (FRED WEASLEY)