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Breed like Gnomes [Fred Weasley]
Title: Breed like Gnomes.
Pairing: PregnantWife!Reader x Fred Weasley
Timeline: Set after Canon (Fred lives!)
Summary: At Ginny and Harryâs wedding, you find yourself facing Aunt Murielâs unpleasantness, so Fred decides to have some fun.
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, babies, sexual references.
Word count: 1.2k
June 4th 2003, a joyful and long awaited day for all in attendance. The marriage of Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley. It was a family affair, both in blood and bond, the entire venue packed with loved ones sharing in the happiness of the newlyweds.
Being Ginny's long standing friend and now sister-in-law, you were naturally made a bridesmaid along with six others who proudly stood by Ginny's side as she said her vows. It was beautiful, joyous and utterly heartwarming to see them unite and be declared husband in wife in front of the many people attending. The couple had initially wanted a much smaller affair than what had transpired but in the end, they were too deeply cared for by so many and the numbers were ever increasing, only made worse by Molly's excitement and welcoming nature.
It had been a truly magical day; getting to support your new sister in law, to see your daughter throw wild flowers down the aisle and most of all getting to check out your husband in his tux as he sat beaming beside his twin brother in the front row, holding back a tear at seeing his little sister suddenly looking so grown up.
"You alright sweetheart?" Fred asks worriedly as you lower yourself gently into your assigned seat inside the bustling marquee. It was getting late now, the party stretching into the night as people danced merrily around you.
You were exhausted from the day, the early morning, the usual nuptial stresses and from the shoes that were growing increasingly uncomfortable around your slightly swollen ankles.
You simply smiled warmly at Fred with a little nod, leaning into his touch when he placed his arm behind you on your chair, his fingers fidgeting with the strands of hair that had fallen down your back.
You both turned your heads in the direction of delighted squeals and watched as your children danced around, chasing each other and their many cousins with beaming smiles on their faces. Their nice outfits were quite frankly ditched at this point and they'd eaten more cake than you cared to admit throughout the day but as you looked at the three happy faces on the dance floor, you couldn't care less. Their uncle George took turns spinning and twirling them and you couldn't help but watch in devotion at seeing your oldest dancing with your brother in law, no doubt standing on his feet as he glided her around whilst the twins ran in circles around the dancing pair.
You let out a little surprise gasp when you felt a sharp kick to your side, just underneath your rib.
"I thought you were asleep," you say quietly with a loving smile as your hand drifts down to your blooming bump, gently rubbing over the spot where you'd felt a little prod.
"Letting you know he's there?" Fred asks with a smirk, noticing your movements. He moved closer and places his large hand over yours, wanting to feel for himself the little kicks that had you smiling at your bump.
"He?" You question sarcastically, with a slight raise of your eyebrow.
"Fathers intuition," Fred smirks with a slight shrug, "never been wrong yet."
"You didn't know there were two last time," you countered teasingly, nodding your head towards the two litttle boys causing havoc on the dance floor. He lets out a boyish chuckle and for a moment you both catch each other's eyes, both twinkling in delight and bound with love. You'd been married for nearly five years, together for much longer but it still took your breath away how much you loved this man, and how much he loved you in return.
"Good heavens!"
The nice moment passed as soon as the loud, screechy voice sounded out on the next table, forcing you apart. You jumped slightly at the unexpected noise before realising that Fred's great aunt Muriel had taken up a seat at the table beside yours and as usual her presence was unwanted. Her voice went through you, like nails on a chalkboard. The high tone and the derogatory, unpleasant undertone to her words, accompanied by the constant hateful look on her face were enough to cement a negative association in your mind. Both you and Fred deflated a little at her presence, with Fred letting out an audible sigh that you felt in your soul. Even your baby let out a sharp kick as if to announce their own displeasure at the sound of her voice.
"Yes aunt Muriel?" Fred says in the most monotone voice he can muster, not even attempting to hide the dismay in his voice, or his face.
"Godric," she mumbles under her breath, casting her eyes between the two of you, focusing her beady eyes on your bump, and where your children were currently hanging off George like monkeys in a tree. "You breed like gnomes!"
You hope your face doesn't show the depth of your exasperation at her words but you doubted your ability to keep a straight face. Fred, of course, finds it hilarious and can't keep the smile off of his face. You can feel his shoulders moving up and down with silent laughter but he manages to contain it and simply clears his throat to hide the laughter.
"Have either of you considered simply reading of an evening? Instead of what I assume are your usual activities?" She says with a bitter tone, face downturned into her usual grimace.
Fred snorts at her words and though you feel slightly offended by her accusation, just as you always did by her comments, you can't help but chuckle yourself at the strangeness of the situation. Was she really commenting on your sex life?
"Onto your fourth already! And only 25! Youâre worse than your mother, all of you breed like Gnomes."
"You see I've never been one for reading, but I tried," Fred replies coyly. From his tone of voice you can tell that he's teasing, about to prod the bear. "But it only gave me more ideas. What was is called sweetheart? Some muggle book... Kama sutra! Eroticism for begginers. Let me tell you, it's changed my life! Couldn't put it down... or her," he says, nodding his head towards you with a wicked smile on his face as his hand snakes around to cradle your bump once again.
You can't hide your smile this time as Muriel lets out a disgusted squark and turns away with a deeper grimace than before. You turn your head and snuggle into Fred's shoulder to hide your laughter whilst he openly chuckles to himself, head thrown back slightly in glee.
"You're terrible," you mutter with a smirk, pulling yourself away from the soft fabric of his shirt where it stretches over his muscled shoulders. His smile is wide and wicked as he takes in your words, hearing nothing but compliments.
"Hilarious is a better word," he quips, eyes shining in delight.
"Incorrigible."
"Completely irreformable," he agrees without a single care. "But I think you like me like this."
You look up from under your lashes at him, matching the look in his sparkling eyes and can't help but agree.
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summertime at the burrow
A/N: i want to be an honorary weasley please im literally begging. notice me molly weasley
Pairings: Best Friend!Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Summary: Fred finally invites his best friend home over summer holiday. Neither of you expected it to go so well. 3.7k words.
Warnings: fluff, best friends to lovers, ungodly amount of shenanigans, friendly bullying/teasing, mud wrestling, kissing, (friendly) violence, pet names (trouble, snookums, sugarplum, sweetheart), cursing, borderline frog abuse
"Good morning, trouble."
You hop into the seat next to him that he���d been saving for you. In fact, heâd been saving it for you since the first time you plopped down beside him after the sorting hat declared your house first year. You laughed when he shook your hand. He thought you had the cutest smile. Then you teased him for his devilish charm and he called you catty, and youâve been teasing each other ever since.
"Are you packed and ready?â He sounds more worried than that time he nearly shattered his collar bone during a vicious Quidditch scrimmage. âWe're leaving bright and early tomorrow. Mum says she's preparing a hearty lunch for our guests." Fred scarfs down the rest of his breakfast and turns to look at you to find you're looking back at him in bewilderment.
"Somebody's excited," you tease, ruffling his fiery locks and glancing over at George with a grin.
"If you think this is bad, you should see him before winter holidays," George huffs.
âI have.â
Fred rolls his eyes at you and you jab him in the side.
"Where are the lot of you off to?" Lee perks up from across the table, setting his plate down and wiggling his way between Alicia and Angelina.
"I finally got my honorary invite to the Weasley burrow this summer," you chirp, wrapping your arm over Fred's shoulders and leaning him into your side.
Lee cocks a brow and smirks at a suddenly and uncharacteristically shy Fred. "Well, it's about time! You've only been dating forâ"
You shake your head. "No, not dating, Lee. I swear we've been over thisâ"
"Oh, we've been over it plenty. I just choose to ignore wicked witches when they lieâ!"
You practically leap across the table with your teeth gritted to grab for his robes when you're stopped by the laughing twins holding you back from tearing into him. "Lee Jordan, you take that back right now, or so help me your mother will wonder why your hair's gone purple!"
"I'm not going to apologize for being lied to!"
"Let me at him! I'm trying to defend my honor here!"
"Missâyoung lady!ââMcGonagall appears behind you, sending you into shock and barreling back onto the benchââSettle down! You're frightening the first years, and we typically prefer they come back in the fall."
"Apologies, professor, I was simply trying to have a friendly discussion with my classmate," you say, gesturing to Lee who smiles begrudgingly.
"Right, well, from now on, let's have our discussions from across the furniture, not on top of it." She wanders away, and you turn to stick your tongue out at Lee who is doubled-over and cackling at your being caught.
âI hope you know, weâre going to receive the same third-degree from my dear mother,â Fred mumbles in your ear. His heart races when you turn to him, a playful glint in your eye. You blink sweetly and rest your hand on his knee when he tucks his arm around your lower back. âBut donât worry, sugarplum, itâs never too late to try.â
He winks. Your eyes go wide, and you shove at his shoulder with a chuckle disguised by a scoff.
âScabbers not the only rat in the Weasley family, I see.â
âThat is exactly what Iâm talking about, thereâs no way you two are just friendsââ
A slice of ham sticks to Leeâs cheek with a cold, wet slap as you eye him from across the table.
âDonât listen to him, snookums, he just doesnât understand our complicated arrangement,â Fred says, nudging your cheek with his nose and holding back laughter.
âGross,â George mutters, grinning before heâs met with the same lunchmeat backhand his friend so rudely received. âSuppose I couldâve predicted that one.â
âŚ
You wipe the sweat from your brow, slinging your carry-on over your shoulder before bending down to pick up your trunk. Youâre trailing behind most of the rest of the group, just a few steps behind the twins while their younger siblings charge ahead through the field with Harry and Hermione. Fred checks in with you every couple of meters, making sure you donât need any serious medical attention.
Once the twins breach the front door, you take a seat outside on your trunk, fanning yourself with your hand and throwing your head back. Then you hear:
âFred, you better get out there and help that poor girl with her things!â
âSorry, mum!â
You chuckle when he appears in the doorway moments later, winded as ever, hair plastered to his forehead, and still grinning wildly as he jogs over.
âWhatâs a lovely young lady like yourself doing outside all alone on such an unbearably hot afternoon?â
âSweating like swine.â
âRavishing,â he teases, shooing you off the suitcase, âhead inside, mumâs absolutely itching to meet you.â
So you do. You can see her welcoming her children and their friends alike, and it fills you with the warmth of fresh gingerbread and the nerves of a teenage boy during school dance season.
âMy dear!â she coos, arms outstretched even though a thin year of sweat coats every inch of your body, even though youâve been wearing these clothes for a day, and even though youâre breathing heavy like a dog. Sheâs got her arms outstretched like youâre family.
âIâve heard so much about you from Fred, and, goodness, youâre even prettier than he said youâd be!â âShe gasps when he walks through the door, hauling your trunk in towââDonât tell him I told you.â
âItâs been five minutes and you two are already sharing secrets about me. Only seven more days, Freddie,â he mumbles, setting the trunk down with a thud.
âOh, well! Itâs wonderful to finally meet you, dear, Ginny will show you to your room and lunch will be ready once youâre all settled!â
âThank you, Mrs Weasleyââ
âOh, none of that, call me Molly.â
Your brows knit when she smiles at you so gently before making her way back to the kitchen.
âThank you, Molly!â
Fred hops up from where heâd been relaxing on an armchair, clapping you on the arm with a reassuring smile.
âEverything processing alright up there?â
You nod.
âPeachy. Now give me a smile, youâre scaring me.â
You squint at him and pinch his arm, simpering when he hisses and swats your dry-gulching fingers away.
âThatâll do!â
âWeâre up this way,â Ginny chirps as she rushes by and tugs you by the hand up the stairs.
Fred watches after you, rubbing his arm with a mean look on his face just before his playful resentment fades and his affections settle into the apples of his cheeks. This is going to be a long seven days.
âŚ
Fred had never invited anyone to stay at the burrow. He preferred the company of his close family and whoever his mother deemed Weasley-enough herself. But heâd been saving this invitation. It stewed in the back of his mind for years before he mustered up the courage to offer it to you.
Ridiculous. Thatâs how it sounded in his head: ridiculous. If he wanted to ask you, he should have done it at the first chance. Thatâs what Fred would do. But he could never bring himself to get the words out whenever he swore to himself today would be the day. Because youâd just look at him with those damned doe eyesâyouâd test his boundaries and make him all gushy insideâand it was like he was suddenly turned to a tongue-tied and pathetic halfwit.
And now here you are. An unofficial part of his family. But nevertheless a part of it. Youâd found the annual Weasley strawberry-picking trip to be wonderful despite Fred pulling cheap pranks on you and the fact that it was basically sweltering outside. When you returned, you all spread out in the family room with bowls of the dewy berries in each of your laps. Everyone claimed a seat while you and Fred were forced to share the hardwood floor. You ended up tossing the small fruits into each otherâs mouths with your legs laid across his thighs.
At one point, he lands one of the berries down your blouse. Almost immediately, he starts to laugh, clutching his chest while you gawk at him.
âYou better start running, trouble.â
He gulps and scampers to his feet before scurrying out the front door. You take off after him, shouting curses into the wind when he rounds a corner.
You follow his footsteps but heâs nowhere to be seen.
âI swear, if I ever get my hands on youââ
He grabs your waist from behind you, dipping down to whisper in your ear. âYou can put your hands on me whenever youâd like, sugarplumââ
âMerlinâs Beard, Fred! You scared the shit out of me!â
You jolt away, and he thinks you look genuinely angry this time. But he smiles and your features soften. Then youâre after him again, bounding into the tall grass with an uproar of laughter.
âŚ
You spend the next few days of your vacation trying to beat Ron at chess then deciding it may be better if you and Harry team up to try and beat Ron at chess. You also take Ginny and Hermione shopping while the gaggle of boys trail behind the three of you grumbling and whining about missing their beloved Quidditch game.
You offer to help Molly with every meal, and she only accepts once you convince her your desserts are a crowd favorite back home. Sheâs proud to say sheâs impressed, and she grows even prouder when you admit you adore big families like hers and see at least two kids of your own in your future.
Arthur takes a liking to you after you listen to him rave about the kind of items muggles use day-to-day and how fascinating their modern technology has become in recent years. Heâs thrilled to find you actually take interest in his tinkering and collections and whatnot.
But most of all, you spend your time at the burrow with Fred. He steals you away after meals and keeps you up late to teach you his favorite charms. One overcurious evening finds you two perched together on the bathroom floor whispering and giggling while you brush a bold smokey-eye onto his eyelids. Letâs just say dinner that night was nothing short of hilarious: a look that Fred will never live down.
On the fifth morning, you jostle him awake. He whines about the sun not even being up yet while you drag him down the steps and shove your socked feet into an extra pair of rubber boots.
âWhatâs the bucket for?â he whispers, traipsing down the path along the side of the house when you stop dead in your tracks.
âShh!â You press your gloved finger to his lips. A chorus of croaks erupts from the marsh beside the house. Nothing out of the ordinary for Fred, in fact that sound had often soothed him to sleep. But thereâs a dangerous glint in your eye that tells him youâre on a mission.
âCanât we do this when the sun is up? Itâs cold and Iâm tiredââ
âThe faster we catch âem, the faster we can go back to bed,â you whisper as your boot sinks into the edge of the muddy body of water. He sighs and sinks in next to you with his hands on his hips.
âI canât believe youâve convinced me to do this. Youâre lucky youâre so pretty or youâd never get away with anything.â
You purse your lips and wade a little further out, looking out at the cooly rippling water beneath the sliver of sunrise.
âYes, I would,â you say, quietly but so matter-of-fact heâs inclined to believe you.
Just then you spring into action, shoveling a small frog into your bucket with a victorious grunt. A few minutes later, he shuffled over to you and lowers his cupped palms into your bucket: three more frogs settle down into the center with a wet plop. You beam up at him, and itâs worth the early morning trouble to see you so happy and have you so close.
âSo what do you plan on doing with these poor creatures once weâre done?â
You sit on the bank of the waterbed, sighing and setting the bucket beside you. He watches you from the water while you examine the small blob of darkness in the center of your palm. The bottom of the bucket is lined with croaking frogs, and the sun is well above the horizon, dousing the sky in soft pink and warm rose.
âIâm going to let them go.â
He lets out a sharp breath, hands falling to his sides, leaving streaks of mud down his tee shirt.
âYouâre joking.â
You look up at him. Youâre not joking.
âNo,â he huffs. âYou did not drag me out of my nice, warm bed to catch a million slimy frogs in the freezing cold dark just to let them go again.â
âOh, but I did.â Youâre crazy, he thinks. Youâre crazy and itâs the most adorable thing heâs ever seen. Doesnât make you any less crazy, though it might make him much less sane.
You set the frog down in the grass and leave the bucket tipped over. The small creatures immediately flood out from the splotchy tin opening into the newborn daylight and the crisp morning air. You stand and wipe your hands against each other a few times, scrunching your nose and finally meeting his eyes again.
âWhatâs wrong, trouble? Cat got your tongue?â
You grin.
âYou know, one of these days, Iâm going to say ânoâ to you, and itâll be a rude awakening.â
Fred walks past you like heâs really mad. Like it was an uncrossable line and you treated it like the tape at the end of a marathon. Heâs hulking back towards the house when you grab his wrist to get his attention.
âWhat?â
But you donât look sad. You donât look pitiful or hurt. You look like youâre scheming, and it drives him crazy. As if he could ever say ânoâ to you.
âYou think Iâm pretty,â you coo, batting your lashes just to get on his nerves. His breath hitches, and he feels warm despite the nipping cold of the morning.
âUnrelated.â
You drop his hand and cross your arms over your chest with a pout. He continues leisurely toward the burrow, tossing his gloves to the ground with a huff of hot air.
âFred?â you call. And you sound worried, so heâs compelled to whip around. But when he does, heâs met with a rude awakening.
It was a misstep. A silly mistake, the wrong footing. Easily avoidable, and yet he didnât avoid it. So heâs ass-first into a mud puddle with you shrieking in laughter about a meter away.
âYouâre awful,â he grumbles, both hands propping him up and seeping into the thick mud as seconds tick by.
âIâm sorry! Freddie, Iâm so sorry,â you cackle, taking a few steps toward him with tears of joy in your eyes. âBut you should have seen your face!â
âHelp me up,â he says, shaking his head and wiping his hand down his pajama pants before holding it outstretched to you. You grab it and tug enough to leverage him out of the muck. But he doesnât budge. And in that moment, your eyes are filled with fear. Then, with one jolt, you topple down into the mud right beside him.
âFred!â
âAn eye for an eye, sugarplum.â
You push yourself up onto your hands to find your entire front is caked in mud, the mess narrowly avoiding your chin and above.
âYouâre going to pay for that.â
âOh, bring it on,â Fred teases.
You smirk just before a handful of mud is smeared across his chest by your slippery glove.
âYour move, trouble.â
He shakes his head and chuckles, looking down at the abstract art work fondly. But not quite fondly enough to hold himself back. His fingers dig into the puddle determinedly just before patting the top of your head with it like a stray dog. You squint your eyes closed and groan before peeking one eye open and coating his cheek in mud.
You make it to your feet and Fred hurls a ball of mud at your ass but he misses and it lands in the grass in front of you. You bolt around the back of the house, but he hurls a hunk towards your shoulder blade. You yelp and shout at him:
âYouâre supposed to be a gentleman!â
âIâll show you a gentleman, sweetheart,â he hollers it just before he catches up to you. You squeal and nearly slip on a slick patch of grass, but before you can leap out of his reach, he grabs your upper arm and presses you against the tree just behind your back.
âThatâs not playing fair, Freddie, Iâve got nowhere to run,â you say, breathlessly grasping at the edge of his shirt with a tired smile. He chuckles and plants one palm against the bark beside your head, bringing the other hand to cup the side of your neck.
âYou donât need to run anywhere,â he mumbles, âjust stay here.â The dried mud on the pad of his thumb draws a swipe of dirt down your cheek. Your fingers curl around his wrist and your lips part sweetly when he leans in.
âTime to come inside, you two! Breakfast is ready!â
Your eyes go wide when he leans his forehead against the tree with a grumbled curse.
âI suppose I am quite peckish!â you chirp, dragging him along behind you all the way to the front door. You leave your boots and gloves outside and brush some of the dried dirt from your pajamas.
You sit across from him at breakfast and catch him stealing glances at you every so often. With a mouth full of food, you wink at him with a dirt-smeared face and almost make him spit out his juice when you kick him under the table. George teases the two of you about wrestling in the mud while Molly scolds Fred about tracking it into the house.
âŚ
Before long, youâre facing the final night of your stay. Youâd been dreading the end since the beginning, and now that itâs here, youâre heartbroken. Itâs been nothing but fun and youâve never felt so wonderfully vulnerable with so many people around.
But the thing youâll miss most is Fred. He could sense you pulling away the last couple of days. Trying to shield yourself from the impact of reality. No matter how hard he tried to cheer you up, he knew nothing could stop you thinking about how much packing up and leaving would hurt.
With your things splayed out across the floor of your temporary room, you had started packing hours ago but kept finding ways to distract yourself and avoid the idea of leaving altogether.
âNeed any help?â Fred knocks on the doorframe, leaned against it and wearing the blue jumper you once told him he looked best in. You smile up at him from the floor.
âNo,â you huff, âbut some company would be nice.â
He perks up and shuffles around your belongings to plant himself on the edge of the bed. You had made the bed up nicely, tucked the duvet and set the pillows out nicely. He told you you didnât have to, but you did it anyways.
After a few minutes of folding and refolding the same shirt, you stand from the floor and join him on the bed. Heâs leaned back onto his elbows when he nudges your foot with his. You nudge him back but donât turn to look at him. So he sits up and bumps you with his shoulder.
âIâm going to miss you,â he says, fussing with the edge of your shorts to distract himself, âBeing here, I mean. As a part of our family.â
You smile down at his fiddling fingertips and inch closer, looking at him with this half-sad, half-happy look that has him confused and hopeless and head over heels and confused.
âI had a really, really nice time,â you whisper, leaning your head onto his shoulder and letting your eyes drift closed.
âSoâŚâ
You chuckle and smile to yourself, âSoâŚ?â
You sit up when the floor rattles a little, a thudding coming from the room below you. Then George shouts.
âGet it over with already!â
You both look at each other and giggle. Fred leans back again and you watch him tilt his head back and let out a sigh. His chest rises and falls beneath that damned blue sweater, and you trace your fingertips over his knuckles. He lifts his head and smiles cheekily at you, like he knows whatâs going on inside your head. Like he has any idea. And for once, you think he might be pretty close.
You practically tackle him to the bed, smiling against his mouth when he cradles your face in one hand and rests the other on your waist where your shirt had ridden up from the ruckus.
You pepper soft kisses over his blushing face, leaving faintly glossy lip prints on his cheeks and nose and forehead and a stray one on the column of his neck. He goes slack against the bed, satisfied and content and happy all because of you. But still, he lazily opens his eyes and grins mischievously and says:
âTook you long enough.â
You smack your hand against his chest just hard enough to warn him.
âOh, youâre trouble, Weasley.â
He cups your hand against his warm chest and his smile ebbs from mischief to something not as easily recognized. Something that makes him shy and pink thanks to the girl who likes the freckles across the bridge of his nose in the summer and his hands even when theyâre covered in mud. Love that makes him much less sane for the girl who might just be crazy for loving him back.
And all of it makes him hold your hand and lean up to kiss you one more time.
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could I request an x reader with fem! X Fred Weasley (if you donât want to write for him Iâm more then fine with whoever else you choose x)
anyway reader is insecure in the relationship (mostly just anxious about physical touch because sheâs worried he wonât like it? Idk how to describe but just basically early stages of a relationship)
thanks lovely xx I adore ur work
hi gorgeous! so i decided to do this with remus, i hope itâs okay. thank you for the request! :)
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tw: hurt/comfort, fluff
remus lupin x reader
You couldnât stop the ache from blooming in your chest even if you tried. Thereâs a strong feeling of absence as you stare helplessly at Remus, pressed against the other side of the couch with his eyes glued to the television.
Itâs always been a desire, to be touched. To be held is to be loved, your mother used to say. You craved the simple feeling of having your hair brushed off your face, the fat of your hip being pinched teasingly, or being held in tight hugs which squeeze all the sad out of you. You canât remember the last time you were touched like that.
Remus and you had started dating a few weeks ago, and he really was a sweetheart; and everything you ever needed. Always buying you little trinkets whenever he came over, cooking you dinner, and writing you lovely little notes â that was how he showed his love, and you adored him for it.
But you were fraught with the need to feel his touch â for those kisses to last a little longer, those hugs to be a smidge tighter, and soft cuddles to be more frequent.
You didnât quite know if it was alright for you to ask, though. You had only just started dating, you werenât even his girlfriend yet. And you knew Remus was the type to show his love in soft, subtle ways, not in overt means like openly touching and holding you. What if he felt like you were going too fast? You couldnât risk driving him away.
Remus seems to pick up on the cogs turning in your head and the faraway look in your eyes as you ogle at him. He arches an eyebrow and his mouth twists in a frown as he turns his body towards you. âSweetheart?â
You blink dazedly. âHm?â
âAre you okay? You looked a little lost there for a second,â he asks, not unkind in the least.
âIâm fine,â you croak, though all you can think about at the moment is brushing that stray curl away from his face. âWas just thinking about work.â
You know he doesnât buy it, taking a second too long to answer. But being the gentleman he is, he smiles softly and indulges you. âOkay, dove, if you say so. Donât stress too much about it, yeah?â
He reaches for the television remote beside him and presses the pause button. âIâm gonna go serve us dinner. You want sauce with your fries?â
âYeah, sure,â you mutter distractedly, not realising how transfixedly you were gazing at his body, resisting the temptation to crawl into his lap and ask for a hug.
Remus stands up, bending down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. You startle, fighting the urge to grab his wrist and pull him back towards you. You want it so badly, but you canât let him. You canât let yourself.
He gives you a bemused smile as he makes a beeline into the kitchen. As soon as heâs out of sight, you heave a sigh and slump backwards on the sofa, wrapping your arms tightly around your waist. You wished he were hugging you instead, with his gentle touches and saccharine words.
You let your eyes flutter closed, squeezing yourself as tight as one possibly can. It helps, a little. You rub your arms desperately, teeth roughly biting down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from bursting out in tears.
In a moment, you hear the clinking of cutlery against plates as Remus sets your dishes down on the table. Before you even open your eyes fully, heâs crouching in front of you and needling your arms apart to press his hands to your back. He pulls you towards him, your face pressing against the crook of his neck.
The feel of his skin on yours is almost painful, and you want to pull away. âRemus,â you choke out, desperately trying to keep your voice even.
âYeah?â Itâs nothing more than a soft murmur as he tucks his chin on your shoulder, pressing his palms into your shoulder blades.
You want to ask him why he was hugging you, tell him that everything was fine. But you know heâs already figured you out.
âYou donât have to,â you say instead.
âWhy not?â he asks gently, the feel of his breath warm on your skin. âYou want this.â Itâs a statement, not a question.
âButâŚâ you hate how youâre warbling. âYou donât have to do this, if itâs not what you want. We agreed to go slow.â
âGoing slow means I canât hug you?â he asks softly, but you hear the teasing in his voice.
âNo,â you say quickly, feeling the ache in your chest start to worsen. âBut I donât know if you want to touch me, if you want to be touched. I â I know you have different ways of showing your love, and Iâll take any love you can give me ââ
âAngel,â Remus breathes, making you stop short. âThis isnât a job offer. Iâll show you love however you want me to.â He tilts his head up to press a kiss to your hair, and the ache starts to soften. âYouâre allowed to want this,â he murmurs, like heâs reading your mind.
That pulls a soft sob out of you, as you ball up the fabric of his T-shirt in your hands and cling to it. You wanted this so much, it feels almost ethereal now that youâre getting it.
Remus coos sympathetically, his joints cracking painfully as he kneels down fully. He doesnât mind in the slightest. He starts to gently knead your scalp, his other hand coasting from one shoulder to the other on your back.
You feel like maybe he doesnât deserve this, your tears and your demandingness. You feel like you have to explain yourself. âI just ââ you try, his heart squeezing at the unnaturally high pitch.
Remus pulls back slightly, making sure to continue to squeeze the fat at your shoulders kindly. He knows you need the touch. His eyebrows bunch up in worry because of how distraught you look. âIâŚâ you mean to apologise. But all that comes out is a timid, âI just really like hugs.â
His expression softens, and you almost see his lips curve upwards. His heart feels like itâs swelling because of how adorable you look, even with your red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. âYeah?â he breathes softly.
You nod meekly, sniffling as you train your eyes on the ground. He notes the pink starting to coat your cheeks, and resists the urge to beam and kiss you stupid.
He gently cups your cheek and begins to thumb it, relieved when you melt into his touch instead of pulling away. âI like hugs, too.â
âNo, you donât.â
Remus lets out a soft chuckle at your slightly accusatory tone. âIf you want hugs, sweetheart, Iâll give them to you. I really donât mind. In fact, Iâd hold you 24/7 if you wanted.â
âYou would?â your eyes light up a bit as you tilt your head up to look at him with a hopeful gaze.
He smiles sympathetically â he canât believe you were so upset over something he would so easily give you. He wasnât exactly used to physical touch, but for you, he was willing to try. âI would, dove.â
Remus canât stop the lovesickness which drips into his voice like honey as he thumbs at your cheeks. He ducks his head to meet your eyes, grinning when you meet his gaze and give him a small smile. âSweetheart, I wanna be with you for the long haul. So you have to tell me when somethingâs wrong, okay?â
âOkay,â you mumble, flustered with the attention. You felt yourself melting at the affection in his gaze.
This time, he canât stop the wide smile from curving his lips as he cups your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your nose. âI love you, sweet thing. Just say the word, and Iâll give you everything you need.â
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The wonders of ink
Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley
âFred and George prank you by getting your clothes dirty, only to take you to the bathrooms to help you clean offâ
A/N: I decided to repost (so nobody thought I was dead). Iâve been gone for so long and I feel guilty so I decided to deliver smut upon you all haha. My dear sister helped me to write this (Her Wattpad account is @Darkness_Donut. Feel free to give her a look if youâre in the Wattpad area)
T/W: Unprotected sex, The twins being kinda pervy, Groping, Double penetration
Fred and George put a lot of work into every prank.
Whether it was as simple as a âHex Meâ note on Ronâs back or as sophisticated as creating a new type of chocolate that caused facial warts.
Not only did they put work into their pranks, but they also put pride into them. Each one was like their child, born and sent into the world to cause mischief. The prank they planned for you, however, was less like a prank and more like a plot for something even better than the typical annoyed scowl the pranks were usually met with.
While other students prepared for various classes and homework projects, Fred and George would stay locked in their dorm, perfecting the key catalyst for their interaction with you.
The twins were head over heels in love with you. While most people would approach you with a normal greeting and a proposition for a date, the twins needed to do more. Go big or go home was practically their motto. So when their newest creation was ready, all they had to do was wait for the perfect moment.
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You had been in the courtyard. Your nose stuck in the book that was cradled in your hands. So unsuspecting and sweet. The way the wind blew your hair, how your eyes were glued to the words.
George approached you, not too close that youâd notice but close enough that he could start phase one of the plan. He pulled out a small vial, the liquid inside a dark blue that stained the glass. He took a deep breath before uncorking the bottle and taking a step closer, âtrippingâ over the tree branch and spilling the liquid over your uniform.
You squealed and moved the book aside, looking between the fresh stain and the redhead who threw it on you.
âGeorge! What in Merlin's beard have you done?!â
George just shrugged his shoulders, putting on an apologetic look. The same look he gave his mum when she scolded him for putting a spell on Percyâs breakfast which caused the sausages to spout legs.
âI didnât mean too, honest. I just kindaâŚtrippedâ
You did not look pleased, understandably so. George almost felt guilty but then he remembered the plan. It was all going smoothly, even if you might disagree.
âI feel awful. How about we go to the Prefects bathroom and get you cleaned up before it dries?â
With a sigh, you followed George.
The walk to the prefect's bathroom was filled with you grumbling about the stain and scolding George for not being careful. The bathroom was empty (all thanks to a little spell that temporarily made the door disappear). The baths were filled to the brim with hot water and bubbles, steam dampening the air.
Fred emerged from around one of the pillars, smirking as he looked you up and down.
âGood job, George. I knew you could get our girl here. You know, love, you should really clean up that stain. Wouldnât want Snape taking away our hard earned points, now would you?â
George moved closer to you, his chest barely touching your back. Fred leaned against the pillar, staring at the black spot on your shirt. You crossed your arms, letting out a huff. You could practically see the burning desire in Fredâs eyes from across the room, the heat from George sneaking through the back of your shirt and warming your skin.
âYouâd both like that, huh? Why donât I just have a bath while I'm at it?â
George ignored your sarcastic tone and leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear.
âThat doesnât sound like a bad idea, sweetheart. Weâll get you nice and cleanâ.
Something about Georgeâs soft tone caused your hands to rise to your top button, both sets of eyes glued to your fingers as they popped open the first button of many. One by one, your shirt slowly opened. The shirt had luckily (or unluckily) caught the liquid and stopped it from seeping through to your bra and skin underneath.
George helped you to slip the fabric from off your body before Fred stepped closer and took it from him. He held it up with a smirk.
âThereâs nothing here, love. Maybe you just wanted to get naked for usâ.
The white shirt was clean. Not a spot or stain in sight. The sight of your wide eyes and confused look made Fred chuckle. George rubbed your arms.
âOur newest prank, disappearing ink. We heard Harry talking about how his idiot muggle cousin had some so we wanted to make our own. We made it especially for youâ.
Your hand darted out to snatch the fabric from Fred, smoothing your fingers over the fabric that was once stained to see if it was really gone. Both boys watched as your expression turned from confusion to shock to a mix of desire and anger. You were angry that the twins had tricked you and pulled you away from your book but you couldnât help but feel hot at the thought that they made an ink just to get you in your bra. Maybe a reward for all their hard work wouldnât be so bad.
George tugged on the bra clasp, his lips ghosting down your neck before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. A shiver ran up your spine at the feeling, but you didn't push him away. Fred toyed with the hem of your skirt, watching as your eyes glazed over with desperation.
âI need you both. Please make me feel goodâ
Fred tugged your skirt up, using his other hand to trace his fingers over the elastic of your underwear. He slowly trails your underwear down your smooth legs and helps you step out of them so your dripping folds are on display to him. As you look upon their faces, both of them lick their bottom lips in unison. George finally pulls your bra off, tossing it with your discarded shirt.
How could you look so innocent in just your skirt with your tits out? To the twins, you were like a graceful doe who wandered into the hunters' den. George practically growled as his hands groped your tits, squeezing the sensitive flesh. Your eyes closed and you let out a whimper that was sweeter than any sugary treat from Honeydukes.
Fred took the opportunity to unzip his trousers, shimmying them down enough to pull his cock out. Every noise that escaped your lips made it jerk in his hand. He stepped closer, his tip pressing snugly against your clit and leaving a splodge of precum. His hand wrapped around your thigh, tugging it up and over his hip while George held you upright. His head speared through your folds, your slick coating his shaft.
âDo you want this, love? You want me inside of you? Maybe we should see if that tight little hole can handle Georgie and I at the same time. I can feel how wet that makes you, Sweetheart. The thought of taking two cocks, weâd break that sweet pussy openâ
George tugged at your earlobe with your teeth, only pulling back when a whine bubbled up from your throat.
âI think you want us to ruin you for other menâ
Your voice couldn't have been more than a whisper, but it was filled with every dirty promise and beg that would only be privy to the twinsâ ears.
âI want you two. I want other guys to look at me and know that I belong to youâ
âSweetheart, you already belong to usâ
George moved his hand down to push his trousers down and pull his cock out, pressing it at your entrance before pulling you against him. His cock slid inside of you, your warm cunt hugging his shaft.
Fred brushed his fingertips against your clit, taking in the sight of your hole stretched around his brother's cock. It was gonna be a tight fit. He nudged at your entrance, his tip trying to find a space big enough to squeeze into. With a bit more persistence, he was pushing forward, the desperation to be buried inside of you fueling him.
You tried to stay still, trying not to squirm or clench. The stretch was so intense that you swore you could even feel the blood pumping through the veins decorating their shafts. Every pulse, every nudge felt like it would rip you in two.
When Fredâs tip finally pushed through the small opening, the squealed moan that left your lips was enough for George to press his hand to your lips to muffle any sound. As much as they loved the noises you were making, they couldnât get suspended so close to graduating. There would always be other occasions to hear your pretty moans.
The sight was one to behold. The twins wished they could photograph your pussy stuffed with both of their cocks and frame it, only to watch the replay over and over.
An obscene squelching filled the room as they repeatedly stuffed their cocks into you. The stretch brings you closer to the edge than ever before. Your walls clenched, trying to both push their cocks out and pull them deeper. It didn't take long before you were cumming, clenching around them in a desperate need to be full of their cum.
George's hand stayed over your mouth, his lips whispering sweet praises in your ear. Fred lips were pressed against your forehead, giving chaste kisses here and there. Their groans echoed throughout the room when they felt you cum around them. You felt too good to be true. It took them 3 months to make that ink.
It was worth every single minute.
A mix of their cum flooded your insides, but there was so much that it started spilling out. But they didn't pull out just yet. With how much effort went into getting you between them, they were gonna make this last for as long as possible. It was only after they came down from their high that they noticed just how much of a mess you all made. Cum spots stained your skirt and their trousers. Fredâs chuckle caught your attention.
âMaybe we should clean you up for real this timeâ
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Golden Pt. 3 - Weasley Twins x Reader
Hi guys! This is Part 3 of Golden! I did want to put a warning up here that this fic is 18+ (minors dni). There will be smut beneath the cut. You've been warned. ;)
Part One
Part Two
For a moment you didn't know where you were.
Your eyes focused on Fred's sleeping face. It was soft and you could almost see a slight smile pulling at his lips. You almost reached out to touch him before an arm wrapped around you from behind, pulling you against them.
Oh, you thought, the other Weasley. In his sleep, he wasn't nearly as much of an arsehole. He now held your body taught against his, enclosing you in with an arm tightly around your chest and stomach. Exactly where your mark hid under your chunky sweater.
You jump when his fingers drag from your waist to the hemline of your sweater. His fingers brush against your stomach before he works his slender digits higher, resting on the valley of your chest. Your heartbeat refuses to slow as George readjusts his body behind you, drawing you even closer. "And I thought you didn't want me to be your soulmate, princess," he whispers, mouth grazing your ear. "You're the one who pulled me over," you retorted, eyes locked on his twin who was sleeping only inches away from the two of you. "But you're the one with the racing heart." You didn't even need to see his face to know he was smirking. "You don't like it there, sweetheart? Where do you want it?" "Not in my shirt," you hissed. "Your brother is right bloody there."
He hummed behind you, his chest vibrating against you. His hand lowered from your shirt, onto the hem of your sweats. "This better, princess?" You gasped, but George's other hand flew to cover your mouth. Fred stirred slightly, but didn't wake. "You've got to be quiet now, or you'll wake up poor Freddie. Poor thing won't know what to think if he wakes up to you moaning my name."
His other hand slowly started wandering down. "And I'll stop if you want me to, of course," he added once he made it to the base of your hips. "But I don't think you want me to. Do you, darling?" After a moment, you shook your head. "Thought not," he smirked.
His hand traveled farther done and he gasped softly. "No knickers? You just knew one of us would end up inside of you, didn't you, princess?" Your cheeks burned under his hand and suddenly you felt very exposed, with Fred asleep beside you and his brother's hand down your sweats. You fidget within his grasp, which he promptly noticed. "Aw, don't get embarrassed now sweetheart." His fingers rub back and forth over your sex, getting you embarrassingly wet. "You can be embarrassed when you wake up your other soulmate."
Without warning, his fingers sunk into your cunt, masterfully curling to hit your most sensitive areas as they went in and out, all at a breakneck speed that left you breathless. His other hand pulled your face to the side, exposing your neck to him. Without slowing the speed of his fingers, he began leaving sloppy kisses up and down your neck, along with what you assumed would be a mess of hickeys. When his kisses turned into a sharp bite right below your ear, your breathless pants turned into actual moans, which he quickly silenced. His hand drew tighter over your mouth, nails digging crescents into your cheek.
"Fred's hands may never hurt you, but you'll be begging for mine to," he hissed, somehow quickening the speed of his fingers pumping into you. His words bring you right to the edge, a mess within his hands. "Getting close, sweetheart?" he asks, keenly aware that you're about to snap. You nod, vision starting to blur. He then repositions slightly, allowing his thumb to rub quick circles over your clit. You would have been writhing from the touch if you weren't within his clutch. It was becoming too much. The edges of your vision went back and goosebumps covered your skin. "Come for me, princess," he whispered in your ear. And then you were coming apart in his hands, cunt squeezing down on his fingers as you tried to force your legs together from the pleasure. You couldn't stop the moans that left your mouth, hopefully muffled by the hand still covering your mouth.
"'Atta girl," he whispered as you came down from your high. "That's a good girl." Your head was foggy from your orgasm and his words were not helping. You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty. He was propped above you now, allowing you to look up at him. He slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking them dry. "Mm," he moaned, before looking down at you. "I guess this'll be our little secret, right princess?"
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Next in the series: Part Four, Part Five
Alright friends, above is my first attempt at smut ever. Hopefully it is not disgustingly awful or you may find this fic just gone. Love ya
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Dating Fred and George Weasley Headcanons
MDNI, 18+, NSFW
Masterlist Requests/Asks: OPEN (please read) Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader x George Weasley Request: Not a request just wanted to write to fight writer's block. TW: Sexual Situations, Kinks, Some Fluff, Pseudo-Twincest A/N: I feel like I ate with this, tbh. Been working on it for two mf days. đŽâđ¨ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝ I hope you enjoy! Comment here if you want to be added to the tag list for any/all HP content.
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How you got together:
You had been friends with them forever, but you never expected them to have the same feelings towards you as you did for them. None of you were willing to admit it until it was called out by Ginny and her loud ass mouth when she told you guys to 'just fucking kiss already, for Merlin's sake.'
They had just finished a match against Slytherin and won, of course, so their adrenaline was already flooding. You had opened your mouth to fire back at Ginny with some sarcastic ass comment when Fred grabbed your face and smashed his lips to yours, stealing the breath right out of your lungs.
When Fred finally pulled back, your head was in a daze, and before you could suck in a breath, George grabbed you by your waist, dipped you, and kissed you with the same passionate intensity.
After that, everything else was history, and the only thought any of you could form was, 'Why didn't we do this sooner?'
Fred
Song that best describes your relationship with Fred:
Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship (Iykyk)
Nicknames he has for you:
Darling: His go-to nickname, he uses it all of the time.
Love: Uses this one when he is being extra lovey, or giving you presents.
Sweetheart: (this one is for when you're in trouble and he wants you to know it)
Kinks:
Biting: Fred loves to bite you while he's fucking you. Leaving trails of bite marks all over your neck and going down your collarbones and, especially, between your thighs when he's eating you out. Though he never breaks the skin, he does bite hard enough to bruise. Fred's biggest turn-on is the sounds that leave your lips when he bites down hard and then licks and kisses the same spot, melting pain with pleasure until you can't tell the difference.
Bit of an exhibitionist: Nothing revs Fred up more than the risk of getting caught, especially if it's George walking in when he has you bent over, face down, ass up. He knows you're with George, too, but it's not necessarily about who catches you two in the act. It's about simply being caught.
"Looks like we've been caught, darling," he taunts with a dark chuckle and pulls your head back by your hair to make you look at George while he pile drives into you from behind. "Show Georgie how good I make you feel. Come on, let him hear how I make you scream."
Begging: Hearing you beg, 'Just fuck me already,' almost makes him break and do it. His response? Shoving his cock down your throat, all the while taunting you with little phrases like, 'What was that, darling? Didn't quite catch that,' or 'But you look so good, down on your knees begging for me.' He will definitely give you what you want, but only after tears are running down your cheeks as your need becomes almost too much to bear. Almost. He's not a complete sadist, after all.
Honorable Mentions:
Hair Pulling I mean, need I say more?
Teasing at the MOST inappropriate times, family dinner? Ha, his fingers are right at the apex of your thighs, silently challenging you to keep your facial expressions schooled.
Breeding Kink: You think he doesn't fantasize about filling you up so fucking full with cum, that it's only thanks to your birth control you haven't gotten pregnant yet? That's fucking adorable.
Favorite Positions:
Face down, ass up: What's not to love? It's the perfect position for Fred to slam into you at the brutal pace that leaves you cock-drunk. Perfect for him to either hold your hips still or slam you back onto his cock to match his pace, all the while leaving perfect little fingertip bruises on your hips. Even better is when he pulls you back, flush to his chest, a large hand holding just under your chin, supporting your weight while he leaves a trail of bite marks down your neck and shoulders while you whimper and plead for mercy, not that you actually want it, he just loves to hear you beg.
Against a wall: Being the exhibitionist he is, Fred will fuck you any and everywhere. An empty classroom, a broom closet, the locker room after an intense quidditch match, win or lose, he doesn't care. So long as he gets you. But there is just something about holding you up with your legs wrapped around him, back pinned to the wall (or a locker), that makes Fred fucking feral. The way he can watch your pupils blow with arousal, your lips part and quiver as your orgasm crashes into you like a fucking freight train, the way you tug on his hair as if you're trying to keep some semblance of grounding as you feel your soul leave your body. Fuck, he's sure he's never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life.
Spit roasting: When you're on all fours on the bed (or anywhere, really), and he pounds into you while you suck off George. Fucking you so hard it forces you to take more of George down your throat. What are brothers for? He's not sexually attracted to George, but there's nothing like watching you take his other half while he slams into you. Both of them work in a delicious and synchronized rhythm, filling you up so full that you might just burst, will burst. Body trembling while George offers you sweet praise and Fred reaches around your body, rubbing tight and fast circles over your clit; all the while, they drag you further and further down to hell or up to heaven. Is there even a difference anymore?
Random Head Canons:
Fred is more possessive, not so much that you're not allowed to have friends of the opposite sex. He knows full well he can trust you to tell him if someone makes you uncomfortable. He knows damn well you're not going to be fucking around with anyone else, given how fucking incredible he and George make you feel. Possessive in the aspect that he will brutally, if not mercilessly, prank anyone who so much as looks at you in any way that isn't platonic.
When you chastise him for these methods, he stops because you are bloody terrifying when you're truly angry. He switches to pulling you onto his lap or brushing your hair over your shoulder in front of them to reveal the litter of bite marks he made or the hickies that George made all over your neck, all with the cockiest fucking smirk on his face.
Fred's Ideal Date: While he loves being buried deep inside of you, he loves treating you to an adventure. His favorite? Walking into the forbidden forest, finding the perfect place to swim (he found the best swimming hole with a ledge to jump off of.) In the warmer months, he'll pack a lunch and take you here, loving the adrenaline rush of jumping and diving off of the small cliff ledge. Swimming behind the waterfall and exploring the caves inside with you. In the colder months, he will challenge you to a snowball fight in the courtyard, George is allowed, too, of course, but one of them will always be on your side against the other. Otherwise it's not really fair, is it?
George
Song that best describes your relationship with George:
Ride - SoMo
Nicknames he has for you:
Baby/Baby girl: Uses this as a placement for your name.
Little One: Uses this when he's teasing you; typically whispers it in your ear when his hands are around your waist. Or when he is watching Fred fuck you before he steps in and joins.
Mine/Ours: Uses this one the most in the bedroom when either he or both of them are fucking you.
Kinks:
Hickies: While Fred loves biting, George is a little more gentle. Note that I said a little. He'll fuck you like a whore in church, but he prefers to drag out the pleasure by sucking the soft skin right behind your ear all the way down your body down to your clit, right to his favorite part on your body, which brings me to my next point-
Eating you out: Holy. Fucking. Shit. If this was an Olympic sport, George would take the gold every single fucking time. Sure, Fred knows how to send you over the edge, but George takes his time. Licking and sucking your clit with slow, purposeful movements, drawing out sounds from your throat that sound inhuman. The way his fingers curl just fucking right inside of you, thrusting against that spongy spot inside of you, scissoring them to spread your walls and thrust his tongue in and out. Seriously, this man would live between your thighs if he could. Sending you over the edge again and again with just his devilish fucking tongue and fingers, he gets off on that shit, literally. This man has cum simply from eating you out before.
Edging: Remember how I said George is 'a little more gentle'? This is what I meant by that. George's favorite hobby when he's buried deep inside of you is bringing you right up to the edge, then pulling out, leaving you feeling empty as your walls clamp around nothing. You whine, and you whimper, and suddenly, he thrusts into you with a snap of his hips. Only to do it all over again.
"You want me to fill you up, baby? Is that what you want?" He teases as he only pushes his tip inside. You try to rock against him, to take him in deeper to satisfy the craving inside of you. "Hmm, I'm not sure you deserve it," he taunts as his thumb lands on your clit. Just as you open your mouth to beg, his hand grips your throat, and he slams into you so hard you see stars, his cock buried so deep that you swear you can feel him in your guts as he finally lets you cum with an Earth-shattering cry around him.
Honorable Mentions:
Choking: Because you know what would make you even more beautiful? A hand necklace. His, to be specific.
Bit of a voyeur: He loves watching you get pounded hard and fast when he typically fucks you hard and slow. The way your face contorts slightly differently when Fred is fucking you amuses him like no other.
Breeding Kink to the fucking MAX: He wants your pussy flooded with cum, if some spills out? No big deal, he'll fuck it right back into you. And after you finish school? Yeah, that shit is going into the fucking trash. (But you have no arguments, tbh.)
Favorite Positions:
Riding him: Guiding your hips, thrusting up into you as your hands rest on his chest to hold yourself up. Sure, George is dominant. But that doesn't love to see the look on your face above him as you come apart, over and over again, until you're a sweaty, shaky mess. George doesn't mind reverse- cowgirl, but he'd much rather see your face as his hand wraps around your throat just hard enough to make you dizzy as he tosses you over the edge, following right behind you.
Missionary (hear me out): Who says missionary is boring? Not you. Sure, nothing beats a bed, but George prefers you laid out across his desk. Or with your legs thrown over his shoulders, ass hanging over the bed as he stands and pounds into you. His thrusts are slow and firm, sliding into the hilt and then grinding against your core, making damned sure to draw out every last moan your body can produce.
Between him and Fred: George is not biased when it comes to fucking you in your ass or your pussy, if he's honest. So long as you're on your knees on the bed, while he's in either hole while Fred is in the other, both slamming into you with an animalistic ferocity. Filling you up so full with their cum that it'll be dripping out of you for days.
Random Head Canons:
George LOVES it when people stare/flirt with you. It drives Fred up the fucking wall when George doesn't try to brutally prank or show off just how much you're theirs. But it gets George off when guys try to flirt with you only to have a drink thrown at them, or you simply laugh at them before pointing out him and Fred. While Fred's anger is palpable, George just winks at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. Maybe it's the voyeur in him, but he loves watching you interact with people, male or female, because he knows you're not going anywhere except right back to him and Fred.
George's Ideal Date: George loves to fly with you on his broom, you in front of him as he grips the broom between your thighs. His favorite time to do it is at night, flying up so high you swear you can almost touch the stars as you soar over the clouds. You know this is what you two are doing when he bundles you up in one or maybe two of his sweaters. Because Merlin forbid you get cold. If it's too cold to fly or it's snowing, he loves to take a walk to Hogsmeade and share a butterbeer. So long as he's spending time with you, he couldn't be happier.
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you get caught up in george's mischief
george weasley x you
fluff
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You loved George. You really did. Truly and madly. But sometimes, it was hard to love him. Just sometimes! And that is because he would often put you in the most embarrassing moments of your life with his mischief.
You could bear jokes among his family. You even had grown accustomed to his mother scolding him and Fred, which used to be uncomfortable in the beginning. And you even laughed when the mischief involved the whole family as the target. Hell, you very much appreciated that they didnât prank you.Â
George had been very adamant on that with his brother. He drew the line on you. That didn't mean he didnât make any jokes on you. But all of them were soft and lovely. âApt for my Y/N,â heâd told you once.Â
However, he was not so thoughtful to warn you before one of their jokes exploded in school. Sometimes even literally exploded. And that left you in the middle of a chaos.
âMiss. Y/N. Do you know anything of this,â professor Snape asked you accusingly. The twins had just flown around the great hall, throwing candy to everyone. Creating a bit of a mess of chaotic kids trying to take candy falling from the sky.Â
You could only mumble shyly, âNothing at all.â
But George and Fred were nowhere to be seen. And you knew what that meant for you. Snape raised an eyebrow, suspicion and accusation clear in his next words. âYouâll come with me nonetheless. Youâll tell me what you know.â
And you had to spend the following 40 minutes with angry Snape trying to get something out of you. Of course, George hadnât had the courtesy to, not only warn you, but to make you know something about where they were.
âI donât believe a word you are saying.â Snape was both exhausted and irritated. And the funny thing was, this was far from the first time he had to integrate you because of the twins. You knew the plan by memory, and though you wanted to scold George, you were exited by what came next.
âIâm telling you the truth. I know nothing.â
Snape run a hand though his face. It was odd being the only one to see him so⌠like this. It was also fun. âYou-â
And an explosion. Contained and light. But a damn explosion.Â
âWhat?â the professor barked, and turn to you before running to where the sound of the explosion came. âYou stay here,â he commanded. But then he was gone, and you were most definitely not staying there.Â
Sneaking out of the room was easy. Snape had left the door unlocked, so you only had to quietly walk an
You screamed instantly as unknown arms grabbed you from behind, one hand muffling your noise.Â
âStay quiet,â a voice whispered in your ear. Georgeâs voice.
âG- gor- mhh,â you tried, but his grip on your mouth was tight. So you decided it was justified to kick his leg from behind as he kept you moving.Â
âOw! What was that for, sweetheart?â he asked, but once he realized he still had his hand enabling you to talk, he let go. âOh - right, sorry,â he laughed.
âThat,â you said weekly, trying to breathe properly again. âWas for trying to kidnap me-â
âI wasnât-â
You hushed him. âAnd not only that. You are also responsible for Snape kidnapping me into interrogation. So two kidnappings in a day.â
âWhat a great day for you,â he smiled a dazzling smile. But you were not so happy.
âWhy couldnât you warn me, you stupid stupid-â
âDonât say stupid again, please,â he pleaded playfully.
âStupid.â You watch his face turn into a pout. âGeorge, we had talked about this.â And when he hears your tone is serious, he stops playing.Â
âI know. I know. And Iâm sorry. After we got out flying, I looked for you. That was the plan, getting you out with me. But you were nowhere to be seen. Then Fred told me Snape had taken you. And well - this was the new plan.â
âAn explosion?!â
âWell,â he replies grinning, as if proud of the idea. âIt worked.â
You shake your head, not helping to return his grin.Â
âEeeh, so⌠you are not upset?â he asked, moving his eyebrows up and down in question.
You cocked your head to the side, watching joy show in his eyes. How could you be mad at him?
âYou set an explosion to come and rescue me. How could I be anything but honored?â
He let out a laugh, carefree and contagious.Â
âExactly. What a gentleman that I am, huh?â
âDon't push it,â you remarked, trying to wipe that smug smirk. âYou idiotâŚâ
He takes a step to you, trying to intimidate you. âYou are so mean, sweetheart.â
You chuckled, about to express your disagreement. But Snape has other plans.
âMr. Wesley!â You both quickly turn to the professor's voice. âMiss. Y/N! Come here. Now. Both of you.â
George and you both turned to look at each other. And the new new plan was clear.
âRun!â
-Character by J K Rowling
yess im finally writing for george weasley im so happy, hope u like it. and i will be soon posting the harry potter masterlist :))
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Hii love ur writing could you do a / another ( I canât find any on ur page but I donât know ) Fred Weasley x fem reader breeding kink : ) Algs if not thank
Well now i feel bad because this ask is from september 2023 and its now 2024 (and its just a blurb im so sorry)
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âStop squirminâ, honey,â his breath hits your ear, damp fringe tickling your neck as he moves against you. You canât help yourself as you disobey him, bucking your hips up against him, desperate for more friction. He doesnât enforce his command, just tightens his grip around your thighs, squishes them closer to your tummy.
âWant your cum,â you sob, curling your nails into the taut skin of his back, no doubt leaving angry red lines on the alabaster tone. Heâs been fucking you for close to an hour now, overstimulating the both of you in the process. You canât even count the amount of times heâs made you cum, but heâs emptied himself into you at least three times already, working himself towards his fourth, âFreddie! Feels sâgood,â
âShh, sâokay, baby,â he doesnât let up until youâve cum again, and so has he. Itâs somewhat of a relief to you when he pulls out, but you cringe when a fat glob of semen escapes your hole and drips onto the bedsheet below you. Fred tries to rectify it as quickly as possible, easing your legs down and slipping a plump cushion under your bum to keep his spend from leaving, âgonna keep it all in, sweetheart,â
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Wolfstar's!Child - Mama Raised a Little Bitch
Parents!Sirius Black & Remus Lupin x Teenager!Reader (ft. Jegulily)
Reader's gender and Hogwarts house is unspecified
This is my first work of the series - if you have any suggestions or requests, let me know!
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Fucked was not a strong enough word to describe how totally and utterly screwed you were now.
When you had first gotten your Hogwarts letter, your uncle Regulus had fallen to his knees (metaphorically) to beg you not to be like James, or your papa Sirius. Remus had joined in too, with both of them citing that âSirius and James were bad enoughâ as their justification.
With a promise you had intended to adhere to, you departed to Hogwarts.Â
In your defence, you believed you would never even come close to breaking it - you had been going strong for four years now, dedicating yourself to academia instead of continuing the Maraudersâ legacy, much to the horror of your godfather and papa.
They had made a big deal about âdisowning youâ, opting to name Fred and George Weasley as their heirs, who were more than happy to accept. You believed it to be a joke. For the most part.
However, now there was a blot on your record - a spill of crimson Chardonnet on a white bedsheet if you will.
A blot that came in the form of Hera OâDonnell.
With her snide remarks and condescending attitude, she strutted around Hogwarts like she were the headmaster herself - as a lioness scoured a savanna for a deer to sink its fangs in to, she paroused her peers, searching for the easiest one to prey upon.
You were her chosen doe.Â
In her skewed vision, you wore shoes too big for you to fill - the weight of the Lupin-Black left you crushed by expectations and drowning in inadequacy, waves of failure washing over your head and coating the inside of your lungs with a thick layer of incompetence.
But your head remained firmly above water.
Despite her taunts and jibes being fruitless at first, Hera had hunted you down and separated you from your pack, and now, her teeth finally began to pierce your skin.
 Logically, you should have informed someone. You were not alone - your dad and papa were forever on your side, along with your godfather James, godmother Lily, Uncle Regulus and all of your aunts and uncles, composed of your parentsâ Hogwarts friends.
But Hera awoke a different part of you. Something more spiteful. Something more primal.
Reporting it would not be as satisfying. As gratifying. But revenge would be.
If anyone asked you about what had happened to Hera OâDonnell, you would simply claim something along the lines of how âher appearance had improved with the addition of a skunk tail.â It amused your peers, undeniably, but the staff not so much.
Even as your head of house sat you down and informed you of the consequences of transfiguring someone like that and the numerous procedures that Hera was undergoing at St. Mongoâs, having been transferred there for more specialist care, you could not find it in yourself to care.Â
However, you absolutely did find it in yourself to care when a crimson envelope fell into your bowl of cereal the next morning.Â
You had expected your parents to be informed of the incident, naturally. But a howler? That you had not. Staring at the envelope, Heraâs words swarmed your mind. What if your parents now saw you just as Hera had?
With a quiet sigh escaping your lips, and sympathetic glances from your friends, you opened the envelope, hoping to get it over sooner rather than later. The voice of Sirius Black erupted from the envelope, filling the entire Great Hall.
âMON AMOUR I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! TRANSFIGURING SOMEO- Oi, Rem, get off! Iâm jus-â
âI TOLD YOU OUR KID WOULD BE A FUCKINâ GOD AT TRANSFIGURATION!â Came a proud voice of Remus Lupin, cutting your papa off. âLOOKS LIKE YOUR PAPA AND GODFATHER NEED TO REINSTATE YOU AS HEIR AFTER ALL, SWEETHEART!â
As Remus declared that, two very loud and audible sighs of disappointment left the lips of Fred and George. The howler continued, and the sound of a door being slammed open was heard before the voice of James Potter joined in the chorus.
âWERE NONE OF YOU GOING TO TELL ME THAT THEY TRANSFIGURED SOMEONE?!â James cried out incredulously and overdramatically, however, he quickly forgot his dramatics in favour of the Maraudersâ legacy.
âNOW ALL YOU NEED TO DO, PRIY, IS TO BECOME ANIMAG-â the sound of skin hitting skin rung out as Lily slapped a hand over Jamesâ mouth to stop him from accidentally revealing that they were illegal animagi, despite the fact that they legally could register, but they all couldnât be bothered. James and your papa said it was funnier this way.
âDarling, as impressive as it is, please donât transfigure anyone else,â Lily chastised you gently. She had to at least give off the illusion that they were disciplining you, but you could hear the pride underlining her words and the smirk on her lips.
âNow, I think itâs best we end this now, hm?â came the still sophisticated voice of your uncle Reg. âUnless we want the entire Hogwarts populous to know Jamesâ social security number.â There was a chuckle from both the howler and the Hogwarts students at that remark.
âI want you to know that I am proud of you. The family needed something a little moreâŚSlytherin.â Regulus remarked before the Howler burst into flames and tore itself up.
Silence filled the Great Hall as everyone took a moment to stare at you and process what had just happened. You looked up and your eyes caught Harryâs.
âGood job,â he mouthed at you, giving you a bright smile and a thumbs up from the Gryffindor table, beside a very peeved Fred and George.
Maybe you werenât so alone or fucked after all.
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I just want to put an idea in your head thatâs been living in mine.
George Weasley x reader x Theo Nott
Smut and all I just feel like a 3sum with them would be nice đ
thats a good idea omg! i've been ruminating about this concept since i got this ask a couple months back! so i've got a couple of headcanons about them (readers hogwarts house isn't specified) i hope you enjoy this bestie<3
- both are very house proud people. george is much more louder about being a proud gryffindor whereas theo doesn't talk about how much better slytherins are but likes to prove it.
- because of this sex with them together would be super competitive, they both want to give you more pleasure than the other one and love hearing you say their name out of the two of them.
- theo would smirk after you move your hips upwards and arch your back while he's eating you out, trying to get more from him. "who's making you feel this good princess? tell weasley how good you feel."
- george would chuckle as you grab hold of his forearm trying to ground yourself as he fingers you. "that feel good sweetheart? yeah i bet it does. you keep holding onto me tight baby and moan my name."
- theo prefers anal and fucking your thighs, george prefers blowjobs and vaginal sex
- they're definitely not into each other... they don't find each other attractive... if they constantly makeout with each other every time you're sandwiched between them that's no one's business and they won't bring it after.
- if theo will make goading comments to george about how george left hogwarts early and he personally has always been more academic all while wrapping his hand around his throat or pulling him down by his hair so he can help you suck his cock then that's no one's business.
- theo will stay away from teasing about topics that he knows will actually upset george though or make him feel insecure in anyway.
- for example he never brings up fred, even after sex or in a joking matter, knowing that it makes him anxious and insecure about his self worth. all the time you're unknowingly making george feel one of the most amazing men in the world as you babble about how perfect he is, and how he's so hot and big and feels so good as he's thrusting into you. all either you or theo care about is george, neither of you have time for any other weasley or any other gryffindor and george has no other time for any one that isn't the two of you.
- if george teases theo about how he's sleeping with a weasley of all people, a blood traitor and a gryffindor while kissing his neck and leaving love bites across his collarbone and chest that only the three of you to see then that's no one's business. if he's telling knott that he's the only slytherin he knew back in hogwarts who he could ever stand that's no one's business.
- both were serial dating hoppers before they met you, george more than theo though. they both liked being with a new girl every couple of weeks and having one night stands but then you came into both of their lives. before you neither of them had been with a man either.
- definitely have all said 'i love you' in the heat of the moment but never actually talked about it.
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Fred Weasley headcanons
Just a few personal headcanons for our man, NSFW under the cut đš
SFW â¨
Still considers you his best friend even though youâre together now (you and George being tied in first place).
Calls you princess and sweetheart (both of which started as sarcastic remarks that stuck around and are now used as endearments).
Always ready to kiss you. Doesnât care whoâs around, once he can be open about your relationship heâll kiss you anywhere, and passionately - except for in front of his mother.
Actual menace at school. Youâre walking to your next class and you pass him in the halls? He lifts you up and spins you, shouts out your name across crowded, echoing corridors to embarrass you. One time he lifted you up onto the stone pillars outside charms and left you there. You had to wait to be rescued by Ron who was luckily passing by.
You tease each other constantly, bantering back and forth. Heâs heard more ginger jokes from you than anyone else in his life, but he knows just how much you love him and his red hair so there is never any malice behind it, the same with his teasing of you. It all comes from a place of love and familiarity.
Heâs a natural prankster and takes great pride in it but he knows your limits and would never intentionally cross them. One time he did inadvertently go too far and heâs apologised profusely and had been torn up about it, trying to win back your trust in anyway he could. George still says that itâs the only time heâd seen Fred be actually remorseful in his life.
Throws notes to you in study hall, usually by scrunching up large balls of parchment and throwing them directly at you, bonus points if he manages to bounce them off of your head. Always followed by a sickly sweet smile or a wink.
As much as he teases you, heâs the only one truly allowed to (even George is warned sometimes).
LOVES seeing you wear his clothes, specifically his jumpers or his old quidditch T-shirtâs that you sleep in. It makes his little possessive brain twitch seeing you wear his clothes so openly in front of the whole school, declaring that youâre his.
Looks for you at every one of his Quidditch games- it gives him a boost of confidence to know that youâre cheering for him. Wanting to impress you, he always plays harder and better, putting on a show.
The first time youâd attended a quidditch game as his official girlfriend, you had worn his green âFâ jumper and he nearly fell off his broom once heâd realised.
Heâs incredibly supportive as a friend and boyfriend. Even though he knows that he is seen as the âmeanerâ twin, he has a true sweetness to him that most people overlook but heâd do anything for you and his friends, even at great personal risk. He supports you in everything you want to do and always looks after you if you get stressed or disheartened whilst chasing your dreams.
Heâs especially protective of Ginny, taking his role of older brother very seriously. He still says that he fell truly in love with you the moment he saw you running up and confronting Malfoy, who had been teasing Ginny after the whole Chamber of Secrets event. Upon seeing the commotion, Fred had run to help her, followed closely by George, but you had gotten there first and had verbally berated the bully before punching him square in the nose. You then pulled Ginny away, cast your arm around her protectively and had begun escorting her back to the common room even though you were originally going the other way. Only when you had met up with Fred and George did you eventually leave her and go to your destination, making sure that she was comfortable and safe with her brothers before leaving. Youâd received a letter home and detention for three weeks for punching Malfoy and another late night detention for being late to class but you still maintained that it was worth it.
Will throw hands without a second thought at anyone who disrespects you. Heâs incredibly protective and wonât hesitate to throw a punch at anyone who violates your boundaries. Minimal offences still demand punishment and itâs common for anyone who crosses you to suspiciously find themselves with boils, purple hair or spontaneously vomiting the next day.
Heâs surprisingly needy in private and loves to cuddle. Loves having his hair stroked and played with. Always has to be touching you in some way, even just your feet touching in bed or a hand absently placed on your hip.
Cannot cook to save his life, even with the assistance of magic.
He LOVES being a twin but heâs actually terrified of having twins once you start trying for a baby.
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Will try anything once. Fact.
Heâs a master with his fingers. He knew how much you loved his hands even before you were together, having caught you staring at them multiple times. Theyâre long, thin and incredibly skilled.
Makes it his personal mission in life to learn every single one of your pleasure points and can anticipate your every reaction just by the sounds you make, having learnt each and every one.
Had a definite breeding kink but doesnât actually want kids yet. The idea of knocking you up and seeing you pregnant makes him harder than he ever thought possible. Itâs his dirty little secret.
Dirty talk champ- he knows how much you love his voice and how much it gets you off when he whispers absolute filth to you in the middle of sex but it absolutely riles him up too. Itâs less of a calculated dialogue and more of a dirty, running commentary on how well heâs fucking you.
Big fan of quickies. Heâll literally fuck you anywhere if the mood arises, which is always. As much as he loves to tease you and make you wait, savouring your body, thereâs nothing like a quick, hard fuck in his book.
Definite size kink. Heâs 6ft 3 and you are definitely not. Along with this comes a specific show of dominance, his height making him tower over you which makes him feel powerful and in control.
Although it depends on the overall mood, heâs mostly still playful and teasing even during sex, as are you. Occasionally you will try and throw each other off their game. One time you purposefully moaned out Snapeâs name to throw him off and it caused a three minute intermission as you both had to stop and laugh. He then swiftly pulled out of you, spanked you and then proceeded to fuck you harder as âpunishmentâ for moaning another manâs name.
Heâs absolutely feral for you wearing skirts.
He likes the idea of public sex but after you were both once accidentally caught by George, he decided that he hated the thought of anyone but him seeing you like that and put an end to your more risky escapades. Semi-public is still fine, of course.
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MUM?
Pairings: single-dad!George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George hired you to babysit his daughter while he works, what if she calls you mum on accident in front of George Warnings: none I don't think NOTE: tell me if you want a part 2, because i would be down to do another one
PART 2
you've been babysitting George's little girl for about 5 months now for some extra cash and you couldn't help but notice she was a little angel that was just like her father
you had gone to school with George but you weren't in the same group, you were friendly but never really talked, so you were surprised when he remembered you when you came in for him to hire you.
he had called you in today because it was busy with the holiday coming up and you said yes.
so that's why you were in his lounge room, his little girl Chelsea on your lap with her stuffed toy as he spoke to you about what to do for the day until he gets off work
"and you can go out to the little cafĂŠ down the street for lunch, I don't really mind and yeah," he nodded his head, going off the list
"do you want her to bed at any particular hour?" you asked him
"no bed!" she yelled, playing with the stuffed bunny's ear
"you know what? it's the weekend, I can put her to bed after you leave" he replied
"alright, you good up here?" he cleared his throat
you nodded you head and watched as he leaned down to place a kiss onto Chelsea's head
"I'll see you both later" he smiled before going downstairs to the shop
you admired George for what he's doing for him and his family
after Fred's death he was left alone here and then his girlfriend dumped their baby on him and left, breaking up with him and tearing his life up even more
he's been left to provide for him and his little girl for 5 years now and after everything he can still put on a smile.
you felt bad for him and Chelsea, they didn't deserve any of that and you couldn't imagine how anybody would want to willingly abandon them.
"what do you want to do first, Chels?" you asked, lifting her off your lap
she struggled as she got off the couch before taking your hand in her small one, she took a few steps back and walked to her bedroom, you slouched down as you followed her
"sit" she said to you
you went over to her bed and sat down as she rummaged through her toy box
she turned back to you with a teddy bear in her hand and frowned
"not there" she whined before pointing the the ground on the purple and blue rug
"sit there" she demanded
you smiled and got off her bed, taking a seat where she pointed while she took a seat in front of you
"I'll be bunny" she started before handing you the bear "and you be mister fuzzy"
you took the bear and smiled at her before she began talking with a different voice, impersonating bunny
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"what do you want to eat, Chels?" you asked her, looking at the menu of the little cafĂŠ George told you about
"pancakes!" she beamed, bunny in her hands
"sweetheart they don't have that" you looked down at her in her seat
"but daddy said they do" she frowned
"well it might be on the breakfast menu, is there anything you want that they have on here for lunch?" you questioned
she sighed and pouted
"fine" she crossed her arms
you read out what they have and she made her decision and got the chicken nuggets with chips
"what did you get?" she asked, shifting in her seat
you told her what you gotten and she hummed in response
"Y/n? do you like my daddy?" she asked you, giving you bunny as her milkshake came to the table
you smiled at the waitress and looked back down at Chelsea
"your dad is very nice" you blinked
"but do you like him?" she furrowed her eyebrows cutely
"sure" you replied shortly
"do you love him?"
"I barely know him" you laughed it off
"but daddy says-" she started
"-I don't think you should tell me what daddy said" you cut her off, thanking the waitress who put down your drink in front of you
"but-" she tried again but you handed her her milkshake
"how about you try your shake?" you smile when she took a sip
you and Chelsea talked about things and you told her a story of when her dad had pranked you in school that made her laugh and say her dad was mean, you decided to leave out Fred in case that made her sad or George hadn't told her of him, but you doubted he would do that
"can we go now, I wanna draw" she whined, swinging her feet
you had finished your food and had to pretend to eat hers for her to finish her plate
"alright alright, c'mon" you moved to get up from the booth and got her up
"I don't wanna walk" she cried
you slung your bag on your shoulder and picked her up and went to the counter to pay
you walked back to the shop with her in your arms
you entered the shop and saw George at the counter ringing up the products.
"there you guys are! have fun?" George smiled as he saw Chelsea. the shop wasn't rushed as it was when you left, so he had time for a light conversation
Chelsea grinned and reached for George
you passed her over and he groaned dramatically as he lifted her up
"daddy! I had chicken nuggets!" she smiled
"of course you did, you love them" he kissed her cheek, making her giggle
"what are you guys gonna do now?" he asked, looking at you and smiling
"I'm gonna draw!" Chelsea spoke excitedly
"ooh, what are you going to draw, sweetheart?" he rocked her side to side
Chelsea thought for a second before answering george
"a unicorn"
"well you better go and get to it!" he put her down on the ground and she ran up the stairs, being careful not to trip as he kept you there with him
"any problems?" he turned to you and raised his eyebrows
you wondered if you should tell him about what Chelsea was going on about, about what he apparently said for her to ask if you love him. but you didn't want to make anything awkward and end up getting fired
"no, there's never any problems with her" you shrugged
he shook his head amused by what you said
"what?" you chuckled, confused by what he was laughing at
"what do you that makes her behave like an angel?" he quizzed
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not doing anything?" you tilted your head
"the past babysitters said she was horrible, that she was awful and behaved badly, I'm just trying to understand why she's being so nice to you" he snickered
"well that doesn't seem like her, speaking of, I should probably go make sure she hasn't hurt herself getting up all those stairs" you frowned
"right, yeah, you go" he responded quickly, watching you as you rushed up the stairs to follow her, calling her name
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"do you like it?" Chelsea asked as she picked her drawing up
you looked over at her and smiled at the art she made
"it's amazing, Chels! who are they?" you beamed as you pointed to the people to the side of the unicorn that you would see in a typical children muggle book
"well that's me" she pointed to the short girl in the far right
"then that's you and Daddy" she said as she motioned to the other two
you laughed it off and she went back to draw something else
"Chelsea?" you turned to her, she looked up and smiled brightly with teeth
"why are you so nice to me? I heard you didn't like the other babysitters you had before" you interrogated her
"becuase you're nice" she kicked her feet back and forth as she layed on her stomach
"is that it?" you raised your brows
"because daddy said you were nice" she replied
you sat up and watched her "when did he say that?"
"he says it a lot, he talks about you almost everyday" she giggled
you smiled and went back to scribbling on a piece of paper
"I'm bored" she sat up and let go of her crayons
"well what do you want to do?" you blinked
"can we bake something!" she stood up and started putting her things up, cleaning without having to ask her to do it
"are we allowed to?" you asked as you watched her
"daddy said we could do anything, and we did it like, last week" she huffed, taking your hand, waiting for you to get up
"alright then"
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"crack the egg" you instructed, holding the bowl with one hand as you passed her an egg. she was sat on the counter with a little chef hat that she insisted on wearing
she banged the egg on the bowl and let the egg oose out of the shell, before putting it to the side
you picked out some of the shell and passed her the second egg, letting her crack the other one.
"alright, do you know what to do next?" you quizzed
"beat it" she answered
you got the mixer and did it yourself, her watching in anticipation
you kept mixing around the bowl until it looked good
you gave her the chocolate chunks and let her pour them in as you folded it in.
"alright, let's get you down" you let go of the bowl and picked her up and put her down on the ground, getting the tray ready
you scooped the cookie batter onto the tray and put it in the oven
"when will they be ready?!" Chelsea jumped up and down
"they won't take too long, but you have to wait until after dinner to eat them" you responded before hearing the door open
"I'm home" you heard George call
"daddy!" Chelsea yelled as she ran to him, jumping in his open arms
it was the usual time he closed the shop but you hadn't realised the time until now.
you smiled as you watched them
"what are you guys doing?" he grinned and he put her down
"me and mummy are making cookies!" she giggled as she went over to you.
your smile faded away and George's face turned beet red
your mouth hung open as you avoided George's gaze that was stuck on you
"honey, um-" George cleared his throat, he bent down to her level and looked at her
"what did you call Y/n?" he blinked
"mummy?" she mumbled, not knowing if she was in trouble or not
George kissed her cheek and whispered something into her ear, she apologised before running to her room
George stood up and looked at you awkwardly
"I'm sorry, that's never happened before" he sighed
you stayed silent for a moment, not knowing what to say
"I think she's just overwhelmed by the amount of time she spends with you, she might've gotten confused or just looks up to you and sees you as a mother figure. this is the longest that any babysitter has lasted so." he finished
"it's fine" you murmured, still a little shocked
"to be honest I'm glad she chose you to be her mother figure but if that makes you uncomfortable then i'll make sure it won't happen again" he smiled slightly, looking a little relieved
"it's ok, I wouldn't blame her, I think she's just confused too" you nodded vigorously
"do you want to um- would you want to stay for dinner? maybe" he asked
"if not, maybe with me, sometime?" he asked again before you answered
"are you.." you paused, once again, shocked "asking me out?"
"I mean, only if you say yes, and if I didn't just make a fool out of myself. I did didn't I? I'm sorry, forget I said any of that, it's been a while since I've-" he rambled
you'd be an idiot to turn him down, he was an attractive and funny guy, and a wonderful father.
"-I'd love that" you cut him off
"you'd love to go on a date with me? or both? I mean after seeing you with Chelsea I think I really like you- like is such a childish word isn't it? but i've grown some feelings for you and I hope you could reciprocate them" he gabbled
"I do" you smiled nervously
he stopped and looked at you for a moment, his face flushed and his smile faded before it came back again sheepishly
"great"
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jadeee!! how are you?? I was rereading everything asf universe and I thought, as a belated weasley twin bd treat, perhaps a drabble of r and Fred at Angelina and Georgeâs wedding and Fred realised how much he wants that for him and r?? i wanna see them get hitched soo bad!
that whole universe is sooo special to me, endless thank yous to you and your amazing brain for writing itâ¤ď¸
I love you!! Itâs so special to me too!!!! And Iâm so grateful to you for reading!!!!! fem, 1.2k
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Fred gets you in his lap, but it takes all day, and only after the speeches.Â
âYou were very brave,â he says.Â
âDonât patronise me.âÂ
âIâm not,â he says, his arms folded around you, your side to his front so as to keep his gaze on your face. Youâve genuinely never looked so beautiful, not ever. Itâs the most gorgeous dress youâve ever worn, and youâve smiled all day. He canât believe it.Â
âWas it an okay speech?âÂ
Fred finds your hand to hold.Â
I didnât know what it was like to have a friend before I met George and Fred, youâd said, staring hard at Molly rather than the crowd, your nerves apparent in every word. Iâve never known someone to love as hard or as generously as he does. I⌠wouldnât be here if it werenât for him. And so it makes me so happy to see him loved like that in return. I know heâll be a good husband, because he is a great friend, and I think thatâs half the battle, andâ and he tries so hard. I wish you both a happy marriage and⌠a great honeymoon.Â
George didnât beg you to say something, but heâd begged Fred to convince you, and everyone could see how much it meant to him that youâd managed to do it in front of so many people. George had no trouble proclaiming that you were his best friend in the entire world and that he would kill anybody who ever crossed you, including his twin, if it were to come to that.Â
It will never come to that. Fred will never break your heart.Â
âI didnât know you were going to say that much,â Fred says.Â
âToo much?â you ask, looking down at his chest.Â
âNo, sweetheart, no. It was lovely. I just knew it was gonna be hard for you.âÂ
âYou talked for half an hour,â you say.Â
Itâs an exaggeration, but not by much. âI had to embarrass him fully. Thatâs what getting married is for.âÂ
You press your cheek to his shoulder. The lights in the hall are low, your seats at the main table shaded from the lights and the music. George and Angelinaâs family mingle, dance, and sing quite drunkenly. Itâs very normal, but youâve had a long day. Fredâs not sure youâre up for dancing. He doesnât mind.Â
âIt was a lovely speech,â Fred affirms. Heâd murmur if he werenât worried youâd miss it with all the noise. âHe knows public speaking isnât for you, and it was probably a better gift for him than the DFS voucher.âÂ
âBetter than a new sofa?â you ask. âYouâre joking.âÂ
He laughs at your joking and presses a heap of kiss all over the side and top of your face. You melt under his touching, slouching into him, the curl of your smile palpable on his shoulder. He can feel it. âMy mumâs coming. Sheâs trying to be subtle. Shall I send her away?âÂ
âI like your mum,â you say.Â
Sheâs in a dress with huge draped sleeves, her hair piled away from her face, her lips a pale pink to suit her red hair. When she talks, Fred can see the happy tear tracks that mark her powder. âHello, you two.âÂ
You sit up to a slightly more respectable position, but it isnât as though she hasnât seen you and Fred touching. âHi.âÂ
âHi, mum.â
âHow are you both? Thereâs more champagne around the side, dearie, your father can get you another bottle if you like.â She beams at you both. âYou look exhausted.âÂ
âItâs a long day, mum,â Fred says, mildly apologetic.Â
âI know. Imagine how much worse it is when itâs your own.â She brushes a strand of hair from Fredâs face. âWell, alright, Iâll go bother someone else.âÂ
âYouâre not bothering us,â you say quickly.Â
âI know, sweetheart.â She gives you a motherly shoulder squeeze. âI just wanted to make sure you were both okay. Iâll make sure they play a few slow songs for you to dance to. I need good photos for my wall.âÂ
Fred laughs against the back of your head. âThanks, mum.âÂ
She leaves you quickly, attention snatched by Percy where heâs calling for her to come and dance, and leaves Fred in particular with an idea heâs been trying and failing to ignore all day. He knows itâs cliche, but his brother's wedding has made him think of his own, and how it will go and when it will be. If he asked you to marry him, would you say yes?Â
âYou really do look so pretty,â he says.Â
âYouâve told me a couple of times,â you say shyly.Â
âI canât believe it. Iâm coming to terms with it.âÂ
âDo you think weâll get married?â you ask.Â
âOf course I do,â he says immediately, startled, and wondering for the thousandth time if you can really read his mind. âI suppose youâll have to let me ask you first, but of course I do.âÂ
You nod distractedly. Itâs not the reaction heâd hoped for.Â
âWhat are you thinking?â he asks.Â
Loving you is learning when to manage a crisis. Not that youâre always in crisis, but itâs an essential skill heâs obtained nonetheless. He waits for you to answer his question patiently, his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up gently to his eye level.Â
âDo you remember the first Christmas I came to stay with you?â you ask. âBefore we were together.âÂ
âI remember.âÂ
âI told you that I didnât think anyone would ever marry me. That Iâm not that⌠sort of person.â
Fred shifts his legs under your weight. You arenât heavy, the chairs are uncomfortable, and he plans to have you here for hours upon hours if he can swing it. âYeah.âÂ
âBut you said youâd prove me wrong. We hadnât even kissed.âÂ
âAnd you still didnât think I had a crush on you,â he teases.Â
You gather your arms to wrap behind his head, sitting taller, cwtching his face to your neck. âI know it doesnât make any sense.âÂ
âGhost, I know everything about you. It makes total sense to me, believe it or not. And I will prove you wrong, I promise. If thatâs what you wantâ itâs what I want, I just havenât figured out how to ask you yet. Can you give me a little more time?âÂ
You suck in a strange breath. Heâd like to say it was delighted, but itâs better labelled as shocked. âOkay.âÂ
âThank you. Weâll have much better music.âÂ
You turn your heads to the dance floor, where Arthur has unearthed those extra bottles of champagne Molly promised, and the Weasley troupe are dancing like an especially ginger entourage of fools to something abrasive by the Weird Sisters.Â
âShould we go dance?â you ask.Â
âIn a minute. After my dads discovered that champagne isnât regular champagne, I think.âÂ
You shed the panic youâd been fostering to kiss his warm cheek. âIdiot, what did you do?âÂ
âItâs his wedding, Ghost, what did you expect?âÂ
You kiss his cheek again. A third time and heâs blushing. âLove you, Fred. Do you think George will forgive me for bending the truth?âÂ
âDonât you dare.âÂ
ââCos I was lying, you know, when I said heâs the most loving person Iâve ever met. Thatâs you.âÂ
Ugh, he thinks, dipping you backwards for a kiss. What a girl.Â
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Babies on the Brain
George Weasley x reader
Requested by @hahahafucku
Request gist: smut where George sees you holding Fred baby and he feels the need to give you one of his own.
A/N: thanks for the request. I carried on Fred and Angelinaâs romance (Freds not dying in my world and George is ending up with the reader instead). I've never been good at writing for breeding kinks (I say like I'm good at writing other things) so I'm sorry if it sounds cliche or cringy or if it's just downright terrible. I don't know if I went a bit overboard on the before smut stuff.
T/W: unprotected sex, soft dom George, breeding kink, praise, kitchen counter sex, ginger baby (jk)
You and George had met in your first year of Hogwarts but your slow build up to a couple started after your fourth year. You had known him for years. His parents loved you, his siblings loved you, and he adored you. You loved his family, from his caring mum, to his mischievous twin, and finally his young sister (who was thrilled to have another girl in the family).
Speaking of George's mischievous twin, you couldn't believe the news when you heard that he was going to be a father. This was a boy who (with his twin) had set a firework dragon on a ministry of magic worker, had stolen a flying car, and had tested joke shop products on first year students back in Hogwarts. He was going to be a brilliant dad.
Those months went by with you and George helping Fred and Angelina with anything they needed, from trips to St Mungos to shopping for baby accessories. Throughout this time, George began to keep a closer eye on you. Heâd zone out when you recommended baby grows to get his future niece or nephew or when youâd buy baby products so that the expecting parents were prepared.
A week after Angelina gave birth, she and Fred brought the little one round to meet the family. A little boy who already shared the Weasleys trademark fiery hair. Angelina passed him to you, letting you hold the baby whilst she went for a well deserved rest (Molly had persisted that she looked tired and could take a nap in Fredâs old room). You bounced the little baby in your arms, unaware of your boyfriend watching you from the doorway.
He didn't want to admit it, but seeing you with a baby in your arms made him weak in the knees. He wanted it to always be like this. He wanted the baby in your arms to be his. He'd always thought about having kids with you someday, but this was a wake up call. And the call was answered by that voice inside of him, telling him to make you his and only his.
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Once you got home to the small house that you and George shared, you went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. All you had been talking about all afternoon was how adorable Fredâs baby was with his tiny button nose and little toes. George stalked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face immediately going to the crook of your neck to press soft kisses to the skin.
âYouâd make such a perfect mum to our kidsâ.
His words made you freeze. At first, you didn't think youâd heard him correctly, since his face was still tucked into your neck. But he made sure that you would listen.
âI bet youâd look so beautiful carrying our baby. So full and swollenâŚso full because of meâ.
At this point, he was slowly rocking his hips against your ass. His cock slowly got harder while he left kisses along your collarbone. Small breathy moans slipped past your lips, his words and grinding getting you wetter by the second. You pushed your hips back against his, wanting nothing more than for George to take the hint and fuck you into the countertop. His hand splayed across your stomach through your clothes, muttering a soft âWant me in here, sweetheart?â. Your small whimper and frantic nodding had him smiling to himself. He wanted you to admit that you wanted this, he needed you to admit that you wanted him to do this.
âNeed you to tell me what you want, love. Tell me how much you want to be full of my cumâ. His breath on the shell of your ear caused you to shiver and turn your head as much as you could to look him in the eye. âPlease George, fuck me. Fill me up. I want to be fullâ. Once he made you beg, he pulled your dress up and pulled your underwear to the side, knowing that it would take too long to pull them off. George pushed his trousers and boxers down, before pushing into you with one thrust that knocked the air from your lungs. His pace was quick and desperate from the moment he was inside of you. His cock felt amazing. You had both had sex without protection before but it felt somehow better when you didn't have to worry or take precautions. Your moans were sultry and erotic, and George swore that he had never heard a prettier sound (apart from the sound of his hips slapping against the plush of your ass).
His hand trailed its way down to tease and play with your clit, wanting to make you cum first. He had always insisted on cumming after you. His mouth was next to your ear in a second, his voice dripping with lust. âThat's it sweetheart, milk my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you want me to cum deep inside you. Cum for me and Iâll stuff you so full of my cum that youâll be carrying twinsâ. His thrusts got sloppier but his small circles on your clit got more determined. All it took was one final thrust to have you cumming around his cock, your walls clenching tighter than before. George's hold on you got tighter as his cum flooded your insides, not a drop going to waste.
After you had both caught your breaths and calmed down, he pulled his cock out. Pulling your underwear to its correct spot before whispering in your ear âKeep it all in there love, Iâll check tonight and if even a drop is gone, Iâll just have to fill you up againâ
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Golden Pt. 2 - Weasley Twins x Reader
Thank you for all the love on part one. I genuinely love this AU and hope you all do too. <3
Other Parts: Part One
Your eyes flickered between the two Weasley boys, refusing to accept that you could have two soulmates - even though they were looking you straight in the face. "This is a joke, right?" you finally ask. "I don't think anyone could pull off a joke like this," Fred spoke, gently placing his palm back to the matching spot on your cheekbone. "Even us," George laughed. "And why would we? No one dreams of half a soulmate." You don't know why, but your heart aches at his words. "I didn't dream of having you as my soulmate, either," you retort, pulling away from both Weasleys. "Is that so, sweetheart?" He takes a step closer, smirking. "Because the rouge of your cheeks says otherwise."
"Back off her, George," Fred commands, pulling the two of you apart. "We have to get out of here now or Umbridge will kill us. Like actually kill us." "Alright, soulmate. You coming with us or not?" George asks. "Like she's going to go anywhere with us now, George," Fred scoffs. "You're a total-" "I'm in," you say, cutting him off.
Fred pulled you out of the broom closet before you could change your mind. He held onto your hand as the three of you ran through the halls, avoiding the blasts of light above you. Suddenly, curses mixed into the light of the fireworks. You risked a quick look back and saw Umbridge and the rest of her cult following you. "Shit!" you yelled, ducking from a bright red ray of light.
"Accio!" both twins yelled, and after a moment a broom hit each of their hands. They mounted the brooms, Fred pulling you right behind him. You clutch him closely while shooting a string of spells behind you at Umbridge. With a final toss of fireworks, you're gone - Hogwarts far behind.
It was no time before you landed down in Diagon Alley. "What are we doing here?" you ask. The town was a graveyard - each shop having been closed for what seemed to be months.
"Alohamora," George whispered, cracking open a door to a building near the end of the lot. "You are looking at the start of our joke shop - name still pending." "And our home for the next month. If we told our mum we were leaving Hogwarts she would drag us straight back. So we have to wait her out here," Fred adds.
After spelling on the lights, George leads you in. The place was nowhere near finished, but you could see the bones of the operation. Half-finished products were strewn over the ground, haphazard notes that only they could read near each one. "This is really cool," you smile.
"I would advise you not to touch anything. There's a method to our madness and I really don't want you to accidentally blow yourself up," George says. You nod. "No touching. Got it." "Come on, bedroom's this way," Fred leads. You wish you could stop the heat from rising to your face, but George sees it immediately, smirking to himself. You ignore him, following Fred closely up the stairs.
"We didn't really prepare for guests," he admits, rubbing the nape of his neck. You enter the bedroom to find two beds on either side of the wall, an simple dresser by each one. And that was it. Not even a couch. The room was just sad. You laughed, "I can tell. If you can spare a pillow I'll sleep in the corner. It'll be cozy." "You are not sleeping on the floor," both twins immediately protested. "No way we're letting any guest sleep on the ground, let alone our soulmate," George scoffs.
"You'll have my bed tonight. We'll figure something else out by tomorrow," Fred adds.
You protested, of course, but the two fought back harder. You finally just gave in, heading towards the bed. You finally take off your cloak, aching to get out of your whole uniform, but knowing you would have to wait until tomorrow to get anything remotely comfortable to wear.
Fred immediately picks up on your discomfort. "You can wear these tonight," he says, pulling a sweater out of his dresser, then a pair of joggers. You retreat to the bathroom to pull on the clothes, and as you do you notice the golden F stitched into the sweater. You smile as the rub the end of the sleeve between your fingers.
The twins had changed out of their robes by the time you returned. George had already gone to bed, and Fred was waiting for you on his. You sat down beside him, finally taking a moment to rest after the insanity of the day. "Thank you for this," you said, nodding down to your sweater. "And for bringing me with you, and letting me sleep on your bed, and for not meeting me in the way I always feared you would."
Fred brings his hand to your face, holding you from your jaw to your ear, just as he had when you fell. "I don't think my hands could ever hurt you." He spoke the words quietly, but they filled your entire head. When you looked at him, you felt dizzy. It was all too much - his kindness, his brother's apprehension, the fact that they were both your soulmates. Was that even possible? In all your years you'd never heard of a person having two soulmates, let alone at the same time. But there they were. There he was, staring down at you with the kindest eyes you'd ever seen on a man.
"Can I kiss you?" Fred asked. His cheeks rouged as he asked, and yours followed. You couldn't speak, so you just nodded. And then the hand that had settled onto your skin, like it belonged there, pulled you into him. His lips were soft against yours, moving as slowly as a person possibly could. Still, his touch was electric and the shockwaves surged through you.
Your heart lurched in it's chest when he pulled away from you. "Goodnight," he smiled, pushing himself off of his bed. You quickly grabbed his hand, halting him. "Stay." Fortunately, he didn't require much convincing. He let you become comfortable before sliding into bed behind you, wrapping one hand around your waist.
"Merlin," George huffed, causing both of you to jump. "The two of you cannot fit comfortably on that bed. With a quick flick of his hand, his bed pushed against his brothers, the sheets melding together. You yelped as strong hands pulled you up from the outside of the bed and plopped you back down right in the middle. "I will not be cuddled by Fred in my sleep again. I trust you to keep your distance."
"With all due respect, Georgie. You are the last person I would want to cuddle in this room," Fred shot back, wrapping a protective arm around you. "I would sure hope so," he rolled his eyes, finally lowering himself into bed beside you. He didn't bother to face the other direction, instead studying your face. Against your will, you blushed once more - which only caused him to smirk. "Sweet dreams, princess," he teased.
"Sweet dreams, Georgie," you smiled back, finally causing his cheeks to burn.
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Author's Note: I'm thinking about making this a series. Let me know what you all think. And if I do make it a series - would y'all want smut or no?
Next in the series: Part Three, Part Four, Part Five
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How the HP boys would react to seeing their s/o in a dress for the Yule Ball.
This includes: Cedric Diggory, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle (đ¤), Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Neville.
Cedric Diggory
This boy is absolutely down bad for you! You better believe he wonât be looking at any other girls all night.
Even though the Ball is supposed to be about the Triwizard champions he makes it all about you.
The second he sees you walking toward him he is stunned. Of course you always look beautiful but heâs never seen you in a dress before.
âDarling, youâre gonna take everyoneâs breath awayâ heâd say before taking your hand and planting a kiss on it.
When Professor McGonagall has all the champions line up for the first dance Cedric holds your hand and gives it a firm squeeze. He doesnât want his sweetheart to be nervous.
âSee, I knew all eyes would be on youâ he whispers into your ear before twirling you in front of everyone.
You and Cedric decide to sneak out early and watch the stars on top of the astronomy tower.
The night is ended with a sweet goodnight kiss from Cedric.
Neville Longbottom
Nervous doesnât even begin to describe how heâs feeling as he waits for you outside your house common room.
He asked you to go as friends but was planning on officially confessing by the end of the night.
The second he sees you walking to him his face turns bright red.
He doesnât walk towards you or speak, he just waits for you to come to him as he switches from staring at you to looking down.
Once you finally reach him he offers a smile and shyly says, âY/n.. y-you look nice.â
Neville doesnât actually ask you to dance until the last slow song starts to play. He was content with just watching you have a good time.
The entire night Neville offers sweet compliments that leave both of you flustered.
At the end of the Ball he offers to walk you back to your dorm room. He looks nervous and says, âY/N, before you go to bed I have something to confess-â
âI know Neville, me tooâ, you whisper, cutting him off before taking his face in your hands and placing a kiss on his cheek.
George Weasley
You and George had been dating for a little more than a year when the Yule Ball was announced. Of course that meant you were going together.
Donât think that just because youâre already dating George wonât go out of the way to ask you. He asks you while youâre on a trip to Hogsmeade together.
He keeps begging to see your dress before the ball. This man literally has no patience at all!
George decided that heâd come pick you up outside your house common room.
Heâs so excited to see you in a dress that he goes on a full on sprint to get you.
The second his eyes land on your dressed up form he sneaks up behind you and mutters, âHey pretty lady.â
âGeorge Weasley, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that!â,you shriek.
âSorry sweetheart, you just look so cute when youâre scaredâ, he voices before leaving a light smack on your ass. âWhat do you say we go to that Ball now?â
Fred Weasley
âHurry up sweet-cheeks, Iâm dying to see you in your dressâ, Fred yells into your dorm room.
You huff, âOh learn how to be patient you insufferable prick.â
Before Fred can think of a witty remark to come back with he sees you opening your door sheepishly.
Before you can even let out a sound Fredâs hands are around your waist and his lips on yours.
Your lips move together in a sweet, slow rhythm until you pull away and joke, âAre we just gonna snog all night or do you want to dance with me?â
âOh I suppose we should get going but donât worry love, we can resume where we left off laterâ, Fred responds before taking your hand in his and leading you to towards the Ball entrance.
You and Fred dance the night away. However, you lost count of how many times he attempted to grab your arse.
Harry Potter
âY/n, you look greatâ, Harry says while ushering you towards the other champions and their dates.
He has absolutely no idea how to dance so you best believe you will be taking the lead.
âErm, Y/nâŚI donât think Iâm doing this rightâ, heâs say while clumsily guiding you across the floor, stepping on your feet a few times.
âJust let me take the lead then, loveâ, youâd tell him.
About half way through the ball you can tell heâs getting sick of dancing so you offer to get drinks.
Both you and Harry have pumpkin juice and enjoy talking about literally anything besides the tournament.
âLove, you look so pretty and Iâd hate to leave you so soon. Iâm really tired, I was thinking we could just cuddle in the common room..â, Harry would ask once your conversation comes to an end.
Of course you agree! How can anyone say no to Harry?!
Once you had decided to take him up on his offer you head back to your dorm room to change.
After walking to the Gryffindor common room end up falling asleep curled up in Harryâs lap with his hands running through your hair.
Draco Malfoy
Draco didnât ask you to go to the Yule Ball with him, he told you.
âY/n, I hope you know weâre attending the Ball togetherâ, Draco would lean over and whisper to you during potions class.
Itâs not like you were completely shocked he took this approach. Youâd already been dating and knew asking for something wasnât Dracoâs style.
Even though heâs stubborn heâs still a gentleman. Heâd treat you like a Princess the entire night.
Draco would wait for you outside the ballroom. He would be anxiously looking all around until he spots you.
âDraco Iâm right behind you, you gitâ, youâd tease him.
âYouâre lucky youâre so pretty, Princessâ, heâs reply looking you up and down.
Draco wants to spend the entire night dancing with you. Giving you all of his attention, not even stopping to speak to his friends.
He knows sometimes he can be cold and distant and he wants to make it up to you tonight.
Youâre one of the last couples on the floor and when the last song stops heâll walk you to your dorm room.
âGoodnight Love, I had a great timeâ
Tom Riddle
(A/n: Letâs just pretend there was a Yule Ball when Tom was at Hogwarts tooâŚđ¤)
Tom insisted on being with you while you were getting ready.
He jumped at any excuse to see you with a minimal amount of clothes.
He would sneak kisses on your jawline and neck while you do your makeup.
Tom would zip up your dress for you as well, of course!
Since Tom isnât the most social person halfway through the Ball he would already be sick of all the people. Of course youâd notice and ask if he wants to leave early.
âAre you sure darling, I donât wanna spoil your fun!â, heâd reply.
The rest of the night you and Tom cuddle in the Slytherin common room. He reads aloud to you until you fall asleep.
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