#Fred weasly blurb

[rainydayathogwarts]

Hey hey, I absolutely love your writing. If you're still open to requests, I would love prompt 6 w/ Ron!! Tysm <333

6. Wiping away leftover lipgloss from their lips after kissing them.

Ron's grip tightened on your hips, a muffled groan leaving his lips when you press your chest against his snuggly, raising yourself onto your tippy toes to fetch another kiss from him. Your boyfriend was trapped between your body and the dresser behind him, not that he was complaining at all. Ron titled his head downwards, opening his mouth slightly to deepen the kiss, extracting a quiet moan from you, as your arms reached up to wrap over his shoulders, pulling him even closer to you.

The big hands on your hips loosened their grip on you, instead having arms snaking around your waist to tug you close in a suffocating hug. Ron's lips separated from yours as he dug his head in the crook of your neck, resorting to pressing kisses there instead, which had you squirming in his grip, one of your hands winding in his red hair, tugging him upwards to connect your lips back to his desperately. The second your lips reconnect in another kiss, a loud pop is heard in the room and you immediately push yourself off your boyfriend, spinning in his arms towards the location of the sound.

"Well this is exactly why Hermione didn't want to come up here herself, isn't it Georgie?" The two tall gingers stand in the room with their arms crossed and looks of feigned disappointment on their faces. "You are exactly right Freddie my boy." Replies the taller of the pair, shaking his head. "What?" You retort, confused. "Uh Hermione says you promised to have breakfast with her this morning while you finished the story?" You scoff, turning back to face your boyfriend, grabbing a fistful of his jumper to pull his down to your level, pressing your lips against his for a final kiss.

You take your time to kiss him despite the loud groans and pop slam of a door opening while the twins trudge out of the room, separating yourself from Ron to cup his face in your hand, thumb softly wiping the corner of his lips to try getting rid of the sticky lip gloss residue. Ron does the same, one hand cradling your cheek, the other one mimicking your movements. You grin up at him, letting your hand fall to his chest before patting him twice and spinning on your heels just in time to hear Hermione calling your name loudly.

[makebelievegrilledcheese]

“Darling, wake up.”

Your eyes fluttered open to Fred dimly lit face next to yours.

“Mm, what time is it?”

“It’s almost 6.”

You shot up in his bed, earning a little chuckle. The drapes of his bed were mostly shut, with only a small stream of moonlight illuminating the covers. Fred sat up beside you, placing his hand on your cheek and pulling you close as he pressed a tender kiss onto your head. You relaxed as you slumped into him. You’d fallen asleep in his bed last night after a late night of essay writing. Of course he’d let you sleep in his bed, Fred was just kind like that. And of course he would wake you up early so you could sneak back to your dorm before anyone noticed. A lot of people thought him and George were reckless and irresponsible, but the more time you spent with them, the more you realized they were two of the smartest people you’d ever met. And the most caring.

It had been a month since you had kissed Fred hastily after his quidditch match. He was sweaty and out of breath as the crowd rushed onto the field, and for some reason you had kissed him as a form of congratulation. You had been so taken aback from your actions that you were hardly paying attention when he grinned and pulled you into a second, more eager kiss. It only took off from there. Your classroom crush had transformed into an insatiable desire for each other. It didn’t help that he seemed to know just about every secret corridor in the whole school either.

And so here you were in Fred Weasley’s bed, waking up to a kiss and a sweet goodbye before heading back to the girls dormitory. You smiled to yourself. You could definitely get used to this.

[apparentlytheproblem]

A enemies to Friends to lovers with george weasley 😭💖?

s a f e a r m s

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- george weasley

a/n: tysmm for requesting agaainn, im sorry this took some time, i wasnt sure how to lead with this but i hope you're happy with how this turned out :)

p.s i love you and this literally has me giggling and smiling

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

george weasley, the king with all his pride which no one could strip from him, all the cockiness no one could touch, the one so high from all, that no one would play against his will.

then why oh why was everything he had built for himself, his charm, his walls, his cool, all fumbling and crumbling beneath him when you arrived?

why did his heart flutter? or why did heat rise to his cheeks and why did he feel so weak to a pretty smile? you had every power over him and he despised you for it. he despised himself on how easily you could walk all over him and he'd say thank you. he could'nt fathom why he was so desperate for your attention even if it was for a mere second.

walking around the hallways in all his glory he'd immediatley caught you making her way. it was peak rush hour, everyone was squirming their way from one class to another and his girl had seemed to lost her footing

George sweeped in catching her from having a meet with the floor. her arms were hugging him. georgie took a second for him to teach himslef how to breathe again.

"the words are you're welcome" supplied george when your mouth lied open. george weasley had his arms swung around your waist having you pressed to his chest.

georgie didnt want to let go. he wanted to keep you pressed to him, his hands were everyone could see. he wanted to hold on forever and not let go.

"are you planning on letting go georgie?"

fuck. george was officially pudding after he heard georgie roll out of your mouth, he was fullfilled.

"so you can go and fall all over again? let them finish scavengering the halls or you'll become squash." how he managed to sound so confident and steady he didnt know?

maybe it had something to do with rodger holmes on the other side of the corridor, his face filled with jealousy. it gave georgie a kick. the girl he's been pinning for in georgie's arms, pressed against him whispering into eachother's ears. Holmes did not need to know what as long as he could see she was in her weasley's arms. it helped him establish his dominance. you were to be his even if you didnt know it yet, even if you'd thought him to be the cold hearted prankster, and rodger better sit the hell down.

[jellyfishbeansontoast]

⭒ luke's diner - fred weasley & switching positions with the other when walking down a busy sidewalk because you feel the need to keep the other safe

this is like genuinely one of the cutest things ive ever written i think

Molly had always joked that someone should put a warning label on both you and Fred as your combined clumsiness makes for some interesting disasters. Most of your errors come from being so giddy in love with Fred but if anyone asks you’re just as naturally clumsy as he is. 

You’d met Fred outside his shop in Diagon Alley, unfortunately at the same time as everyone else had decided to go for lunch too. Battling the crowds was difficult enough on your own, let alone trying to keep track of your boyfriend.                                          

You clutch at his arm, desperate not to lose him. Fred wraps his arm around your shoulder, tucking you into his side, pulling you closer to him. “Where do you wanna eat?” he asks, weaving his way through a large group of people. 

“Ice cream?” you ask lacing your fingers with his. 

“For lunch?” 

“I’m sure there’s lunch flavoured ice creams.” he snorts in response. 

“You can’t convince me to try that roast beef flavoured ice cream again.” 

You’re too busy remembering the moment to notice the group of people stopped looking at something right in front of you, too distracted to notice you either. Fred grabs your shoulders with both hands, steering you round so you’re now under his other arm. “Too busy thinking?” you can hear the laugh in his voice, throwing him a sheepish grin in response. “Gotta watch out, can’t have my girl running into the back of people.”

[softly-sirius]

Fred's Lucky Tie

Or, You give Fred a gift he cherishes for the rest of his life (1.7k)

Warnings: The reader is briefly mentioned to share a dorm with a girl. The reader wears a dress. No actual pronouns or genders mentioned

Your hands run up and down all the fabrics on display. Each was soft, but your fingers lingered on the dark purple silk. It felt cold to the touch and your pointer glided down the sample.

It was the perfect shade, perfect because it was Fred’s favourite colour. You had come shopping with your friend in hopes of finding some inspiration for your dress. Fred was always the better dresser of the two of you, even though his lack of funds didn’t often allow him to dress how he wished. 

He already had his robes, his mum had lovingly picked them out for him and after a few magical adjustments, he managed to get them to his liking. Only it didn’t stop you from asking the shop assistant for some of the fabric, it was pricey, and it cost almost an entire term's worth of Hogsmeade money, but you knew it would be worth it. 

Just like how spending the whole week trying to transform your dress into something suitable was going to be worth it. 

You already had more knowledge than most about spells to dye things, mostly hair, but a little about clothes too. It only took a day of tweaking with Lee’s help to get the colour exactly right. Then it was the exhausting back and forth of trying to get each measurement perfect, trying the dress on, taking it off again, making the adjustments and then checking to make sure you had done it right. You dared not try the spells while the dress was on your body after seeing the marks left on Hannah Abbot's shoulders when she tried to tighten her spaghetti straps one hot day at the lake. 

Compared to your dress, making Fred's tie was easy. You decided to make it by hand, just to make it feel extra special. You knew how much Fred loved the sweaters his mum made, even if he did think they were a little dorky. He still wore them all the time, far more often than you had seen Ron or Percy. Seeing him cherish those sweaters made you love him even more and it made you want to try your hand at some kind of craft. So far a tie has been the least daunting option. 

There was a girl in your dorm who loved to sew, she had a sewing machine she claimed was passed down in her family from generation to generation. It had been bewitched to never make a crooked stitch. When you asked her for help she seemed ecstatic, even telling you all about old ball traditions, while you hand-stitched with her supervision. 

It was the day before the ball and you were so nervous, not because you thought Fred would think you anything less than stunning in your dress. You were sure you could walk down wearing anything, a sack even and he would tell you how beautiful you were. You were nervously trying to make sure that your tie was perfect, ironing it over and over. 

You were both going to try on your outfits for the ball together in his dorm. Before you could even come up with an excuse for your suggestion Fred was beaming. “Just can’t wait until tomorrow, huh love?” 

You rolled your eyes at him, shoving him in the back as you sat on his bed. It wasn’t like a fashion show was unheard of between the two of you. If one of you got something new for a special occasion you would always do this. One of you would splay out on Fred's bed while the other modelled the new outfit. 

It had started when Fred and George had first joined the quidditch team, they had both been ecstatic and as the best friend you were, you asked to see them in their uniforms, cheering them as they both emerged, uncharacteristically shy in their second-hand uniforms. Until you had begun narrating on the sidelines. 

“And here come Gryffndor's newest beaters, their shirts can barely even contain their bulging muscles. The Slytherin team must be shitting themselves.“

Somehow it had become a tradition, even more so when you and Fred started dating. Fred hurried off to the bathroom, normally he would change in front of you, wiggling his brows and laughing as you would whistle or slap his ass. During a fashion show though, he never wanted to spoil the surprise. 

While he was gone you made quick work of stripping off and getting into your dress. He always took forever, he blamed his long limbs, so you knew you would have time. You grabbed the gift box you had put the tie into. 

You lifted the lid slightly, careful not to disturb the bow on top, wanting to check it was still perfect. You almost dropped it when Fred barged out of the bathroom, doing his best model pose. 

The two of you stared open-mouthed at the other. Fred visibly gulped as his eyes raked you up and down, dressed in his favourite colour. You weren’t much better, eyes widening at the way his pants clung to his thighs. 

“You look-”

“Merlin-”

You both erupted in giggles, a little taken aback by the cheesiness of it all. You both move instinctively forward, Pulled to the other as your hands reach out, your hand rests on Fred’s chest, playing with his lapel while his hands cup your face. 

He presses a kiss to your forehead, mind whirling wondering how he managed to be so lucky. You had been dating for so long now, but still, you managed to give him butterflies. He could never tire of your smile, your laugh, your theatrics. 

Fred had never understood how love could make people so foolish. As a first-year, he would laugh at the couples kissing in the hallways and cringe whenever his dad would give his mum a sloppy kiss on the cheek. 

Now he would look at his mum and dad and hope that you and he would be like that one day. 

He enjoyed doing everything with you. He loved pranking with you, hearing your laugh echo through the corridors as you would run hand in hand. He loved the times you would spend relaxing, sneaking into the prefect bathroom because you insisted he needed it after quidditch. He loved the feeling of you raking your fingers through his hair, to help him de-stress or when you would do it up in ridiculous styles to cheer him up. He loves listening to you talk about the things you enjoy, even when he knows nothing about them, how animated you get until you are completely lost in your world. Hell, he even enjoys arguing with you, the cute furrow you get in your brow and the pout you give him when you just need him to give in. He loves feeling you melt into him when he wraps his arms around you, even when you’re still mad at him, because you love him too. 

“I don’t think words can do your beauty justice,” Fred grinned. You duck your head bashfully, but Fred's finger hooks under your chin, bringing your gaze back up to him. 

You kiss him, lips sickly sweet as they peck his over and over again until you finally will yourself away. “You look so handsome, Freddie” You sigh, voice nothing but sincere. “But…” You trail off.

Still resting in your hand that isn’t pressed against his chest is a gift box. Too preoccupied with you to pay attention to anything else, it’s only now he finally notices it as you hold it out between you. 

“You got me something?” He hesitates and you can see it in his eyes. 

Gifts, except on birthdays and Christmas, can be a sore spot for him. He doesn’t have the money to buy you things, even if he wants to. It’s difficult to accept things when he doesn’t feel he has anything to offer you in return. Only he has everything you’d ever need, love, affection, and an endless supply of humour. 

There's only one exception to the unspoken rule of no gifts. 

“I made you something” You correct, smiling when he finally takes the gift from you. He opens his mouth, but you cut him off because you already know what he’s going to say. “I’m not expecting anything back, it’s more a gift for me than anything, I wanted us to match.”

“Oh yeah?” Suddenly all his hesitancy is gone and he’s ripping the box open like a kid on Christmas morning. 

When he holds it in his hand and feels the fabric, he looks from his tie to your dress. The colours perfectly matched. “This is…you made this?”

“Yeah, I..” You feel a little bashful as he studies your gift, taking in every little detail as he turns it back and forth. You scratch the back of your neck “ I saw the fabric in Hogsmeade and I thought of you,”  

His eyes catch on a homemade label with a red heart and your initials embroidered onto the lining on the back. His thumb rubs over it and when he finally tears his gaze away from the tie and looks at you instead your chest leaps at the redness of his eyes. 

You worry you’ve done something wrong, that maybe the label came across as possessive instead of as a symbol of all the love you sewed the tie with. He diminishes your worries when he looks you into a bone-crushing hug and he’s gushing into your shoulder about how much he adores it. 

You end up tying his tie for him, both of you internally relishing in the domesticity of it all. You kiss him all sweet once his tie is on properly. Both of you daydreaming about your lives when you finish Hogwarts. 

Fred uses any chance he gets during the ball to tell everyone that his girl made his tie for him. He boasts about how good it looks, along with how good you look and especially how great you look together. 

It soon becomes his lucky tie, he wears it the first day the shop opens and any important day after. If the two of you are having an anniversary he makes sure to wear it. He even insists he wants to be buried in it. You make him more things, a scarf with Molly's assistance, a waistcoat which took months to perfect and even more ties to add to his collection. 

He still never stops wearing the first you made him though, even when it looks a little worse for wear. He even wears it on your wedding day. Laughing as your hand tugs on it to bring him in for your first kiss as man and wife.

[slayingqueenchal]

Hii. Can I request tall reader x fred Weasley. (I'm 5'10) And it is sad that I won't have to ask my boyfriend to get stuff for me.

I'm still taller, sweetheart | Fred weasley x f!tall!reader

Summary : youre mad that you don't have to ask Fred to help you get stuff, frankly because of you're already tall.

Warning : fluff, pet names like "love, sweetheart"

Note : my 5'1 ass can't relate, but, I still made this anyways

You sat on freds bed, sitting right next to him. You put your book harshly, and your faces scrunched up. "What's wrong sweetheart? What's with the 'shrunken head' face? " Fred giggles.

"I'm jealous" You looked away. "Oh, what's wrong my love? " Fred says, pulling your shoulders so he could look at you. "Of the shorter girlies, cause, I can't ask you to grab me anything cause i can do it my self! " You replied.

"Isn't that great love? The feeling of being tall?" Fred said. "No" You replied shortly. You received a dramatic gasp. "I feel offended! ".

"It's not like that Fred, I like you being tall, it's just that I cannot do things like those girl can do in the books and the muggle movies, you know? " You sighed.

"You won't have to worry about that, I'm still taller than you, sweetheart" Fred smiles

[yupthisisshe]

Dating Fred Headcanon:

Dating Fred includes him randomly taking things that he knows you use often enough to need but not often enough to notice when exactly it went missing. So very often you will spend 10-15 minutes looking for something before realizing that Fred probably took it and is waiting for you to notice. Sometimes he takes things and uses them when you’re around to see if you’ll notice. Sometimes you will and you cross your arms and look at him trying to feign annoyance. Other times it only dawns on you when you are looking for something and then suddenly you recall your boyfriend dramatically using something -likely the thing you are currently looking for, or maybe even another item that you have yet to notice as missing- in the background while you were working on something. He must’ve been bored and trying to get your attention, the adorable git.

[stxr-slut]

Runaway!reader x the weasly twins (separate)

I've talked about runaway!reader with sirius, but what about runaway reader with one of the weasley twins.

Reader reminds sirius so much of his youbgrr self still, but this time their relationship is purely platonic. Seeing as reader would be the same age as the twins, meaning she's underage.

I wouldn't say it a particularly fatherly relationship, more like he's her mentor.

Readers usually quite shy and timid, but when a certain redhead starts staying at grimwald place with his family, she opens up a bit more.

He asks her how he'd never noticed her at hogwarts, she tells him she never went.

They hit it off, young love. Both fumbling idiots with bright pink cheeks whenever their near each other.

Him and his twin teacher her how to play pranks, open her up to the less serious aspect of life. He provides experiences she never would've had without him, and their lovesick grins across the dinner table have the rest of the order teasing them.

She teaches him all the weird facts she'd memorised from the books she'd read as a child, never the type to read anything other that non fiction novels, normally much too serious for a child to read at the age se was.

And he teaches her all the things she missed out on by not going to hogwarts.

Overall their perfect for each other, and everyone can see it.

(I personally picture George cos I'm a George girl always, but can be read for either !!)

[sunflowerxthoughts]

could I please request fred weasley having to watch the reader get tortured by death eaters?

The Battle of Hogwarts is a mess for everyone, but for Fred it’s been truly the worse. He’s just lost Percy and now, he’s speeding towards you, seeing you being tortured by Death Eaters at the end of the corridors.

Every time he hears Crucio he dies a little inside, his heart beats faster. This is not how you go, he thinks. You deseve better, the world. Going at old age with a loving family and hopefully besides him. You are the absolute love of his life, he needs you alive.

Once the Death Eaters think you are dead they flee, and Fred gets to you.

“Love? Love stay with me.”

“Freddie?”

“Come on, we’ll hide until this is all over.”

“Fred we can’t, we have to fight.”

“You are too weak right now. Hide with me, I promise everything will be fine.”

How lucky for Fred, he moved you two just in time before the wall beside you two exploded. It was the signal from the universe you needed to hide with him, at least for now.

[masivechaos]

Put Your Head On My Shoulder✧˖*°࿐ fred weasley x fem! reader

Warning/content: kissing, first time writing for fred be aware, my English

w/c: 0.4k

masterlist/ golden masterlist / navigation / taglist 

Everyone was excited about the Yule Ball and Fred Weasley wasn’t an exception. As much as he tried to seem relaxed about it, he was freaking out. Asking you out by throwing you a paper at the other side of the table was easy but actually spending the evening with you was stressing him a bit.

But he didn’t have time to think anymore because, at this exact moment, you were in front of him, wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. “You look stunning,” he said, not able to keep the information to himself.

You looked up at him and smiled “Thank you. Could say the same about you” 

Fred let out a laugh before taking your hand in his, leading you to the dancefloor. You both danced for so long that your legs felt sore. Thus, you were more than relieved when Fred invited you to take a break, taking you to an empty corridor far from the other students.

You sat down on the cold stone floor with your back against the wall. Instinctively, you got closer to Fred, who had sat next to you, letting his arm slide around your waist. Fred’s heart missed a beat when you put your head on his shoulder. You both stayed in silence, comfortable with each other’s calm presence.

Fred wished you could kiss him, pressing your lips against his. He wanted this for so long and hoped tonight was finally the moment. He wanted both of you to just fall in love, stay with each other, happy.

And as if you could read his mind, you lifted your head, looking into his eyes with a smile on your lips. You checked for any sign of resistance and leaned in, drawing your hand to the back of his neck and finally pulled him into a kiss. You were a little surprised that you were the one making the first move tonight.

Without even thinking, he kissed you back, cupping your face with his hands. He forgot about everything else, his stomach was all butterflies and fireworks. You kept kissing him, the muffled music mixed with the dim light and the moonlight was making you feel like you were alone. You and Fred against the world, together and in love.

One of his hands came to your waist, slightly pinching the skin there, making you gasp so he was able to deepen the kiss. He let out a small laugh at your surprise and you pulled away “You really are an idiot,” you said but your large grin was betraying you.

“You love me,” he replied. And Merlin, he had never been more right.

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[fredsnumberonewife]

Waking up next to Fred Weasley for the first time.

-you would wake up before he would. Fred loves to sleep in he hates early mornings other than in Christmas.

-you wouldn’t want to move to much incase you woke him up.

-his hair would cover over his face lightly as you would brush it away.

-placing soft kisses on his forehead

-you would play with his hair twisting it around your fingers.

-when he would finally come round to waking up he’d pull you in closer if h at was even possible.

-kissing over your shoulder up to your neck.

-he’d love the soft little whimpers that left every time he kissed that one soft spot on his neck.

-his hands would hold your sides softly his thumb rubbing over them softly.

-if it was a rainy day outside you’d both stay in bed all day.

-his hands would comb softly through your hair trying not to yank when he came across a knot.

-if you where both to get up.

-he would complain that your leaving him and that you stay next to him.

-but you denied making your way to the wardrobe and getting changed.

-Fred’s eyes never leaving your bare body.

-‘‘got some drool there Freddie.’’

-‘‘mhm.’’ He would reply getting up to hold your body and if you get to have a top on he would cup your breast.

-‘‘later Freddie.’’ You would say moving away and placing on a bra and his jumper.

[sailorwritesstuff]

Thinking so hard about Fred Weasley.

Soft touches when nobody's looking, his hands resting on your hips under his your baggy shirt, cheek kisses in the morning, affirming words when his kissing your neck at night, he's handsy and in love and it's all for you...

I want him so bad

[apparentlytheproblem]

Having a nightmare and George comforting you

i n v i s i b l e p r o m i s e s

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- george weasley

a/n: im so sorry it took so long, istg there are over 200 requests and im really trying my best to be able to write all of these to a decent standard and im very new to all of this so it takes a while but regardless my requests are open luvs :)

requested- yes

warnings- nightmares, close intamacy, physical touch?

tall, black-cloaked figures with rotten, skeletal hands; they have the ability to suck a person's soul out through their mouths draining all happiness and joy.

dementors.

you woke up sweaty and panting on george weasley's bed trying not to stir him up. there was something about them that frigtened you, but you didnt know what. prehabs how they look with those ragged clothes or that they could take everything that had ever made you smile go away in a kiss? you had too much to loose when you had so very little and that is terifying

you failed to let georgie remain asleep. he wasnt new to the episode of nightmares and knew better than to verbally comfort you.

he rested his back on the bed and inched you closer. it was such a gentle thing that would make your heart swell

he pampered you with the softest kisses as if one could hurt you and carassed your hair as if he's never seen such prettier strands

his comfort was being there. georgie knew best what to say and when to not and that was the reason that he was so dear after such disturbances to your sleep. just holding you was enough because everything else was aldready said

i love you

i will always love you

im gonna keep loving you

and george fucking weasley will never let that smile leave your face

[neptunes-curse]

sorry i’ve been behind on my writing! school gets in the way. i’ll try to put out some stuff soon but my motivation flows from week to week ❤️

[writing-wh0re]

Can you 15 and 19 with Fred weasley? Maybe where he played a prank on the reader?

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests. 

Fred x Reader.

Fluff Blurb.  

Word Count: 685.

Prompts Requested: 

15 - “You almost killed me” 

19 - “Keep the pressure on it.”

Warnings: Fluff, Injury to reader, Mentions of Blood and Burnt Skin, Explicit Language. 

A/n: Third story/Blurb of the day! #crushingit 

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I walk through the halls of Hogwarts, hearing laughter coming from the courtyard as I spot the two ginger trouble makers, throwing fireballs at each other. 

“Watch it Freddie.” George warns, pegging the fireball at his brother’s head.

“Hey, you almost killed me!” Fred yells back as he throws the fireball back at George, the crowd of students laughing and encouraging them. I sigh, standing amongst the group, feeling as if i'm watching tennis, the back and forth hurting my neck slightly. Fred spots me in the crowd, winking as I blush, rolling my eyes at him.  I quickly grow bored of the back and forth as I push through the crowd, attempting to make it to the library to study. 

“Watch out!” I hear the twins yell in unison as I get hit in the forearm, a burning sensation running through my body as I see the fireball get stuck in my skin, slowly extinguishing. 

“What the fuck Weasley’s!” I scream in anger and pain, the courtyard falling silent at my cry. Fred tugs his sweater off, wrapping my arm up as he looks up at me. 

“Keep the pressure on it.” I nod as tears start to blur my vision, George shooing the crowd away. “I’m taking Y/n to Madam Pomfrey.” I look down at Fred’s red sweater, it slowly seeping into a darker red due to my blood. 

I walk beside Fred as he helps me keep pressure on the broken, brunt skin. 

“You owe me Weasley.” I spit, as he chuckles.

“I’ll happily be in your debt.” 

We pick up our pace through the halls, the pain growing with each step as we rush through Madam Pomfrey’s doors. 

“Oh my goodness, what happened miss Y/L/N.” I wince as Madam Pomfrey unwraps Fred’s sweater, my arm char’d and covered in blood. 

“George and I-” I quickly cut Fred off. 

“I was showing George and Fred a spell and I calculated it wrong which resulted in me burning myself.” Fred raises his eyebrows at me as Madam Pomfrey tuts, shaking her head. 

“Show the twins how to use fire? That’s where you calculated wrong.” Madam Pomfrey laughs as I giggle, Fred rolling his eyes chuckling. 

“Now, hold still sweetheart, this might sting a little.” I nod as Madam Pomfrey pulls out her wand, resting it against my skin before casting the ‘Episkey’ healing spell. I bite my lip wincing as the skin rapidly heals. “I can’t promise that you won’t have a scar, however I will go and grab some bandages for you.” I smile as Madam Pomfrey walks away from us. 

“Why did you cover for me?” 

“Because you can’t be in my debt if you’re in detention.” I wink as Fred smirks. 

“I am sorry though, I hate seeing you in pain.” I smile softly as I lick my lips. 

“I have one way, you might be able to start paying me back.” 

“Anything, honestly, I feel awful.” 

“Kiss me.” Fred’s eyes darken at my request as he places his hand on the side of my face, I feel my breath hitch as he kisses me, our lips molding together perfectly. 

“Oh, excuse me.” We break apart quickly, both of us with blush covering our cheeks as Madam Pomfrey tuts, hands on her hips. “Teenagers, all just raging hormones.” I hold back a giggle as Fred covers his mouth laughing. Madam Pomfrey wraps my arm in a few bandages as she smiles at her handy work. “Come back in a week and we will check the progress.” 

“Thank you, Madam Pomfrey.” I smile as she nods. 

“Keep away from fire Mr Weasley.” 

“That, I can’t promise Madam Pomfrey.” Fred smiles as Madam Pomfrey shakes her head, walking off to tend to the other students in the medical ward. 

I grab Fred’s hand, lacing our fingers together as we walk out of the ward.

“Come study with me?” I ask as Fred dramatically groans. “You owe me.” I wink as he nods. 

“You’re going to use that forever aren’t you.” 

I tilt my head thinking as I smile. “I just might, yeah.”

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Insomnia

Fred Weasley x Y/N (FEMALE! READER)

Warnings: Smut, rough sex (choking, spanking), unprotect sex, sexual grafic contenten, curses, explicit language, Oral sex (Female receiving).

Word count: 1207.

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It was already 3AM and you still couldn't fell asleep thanks to the snoring of the youngest of the weasley family next to you and all the dirty thought that were running into your mind. This Christmas vacation had been a headache and it wasn't Christmas day yet; it seemed that, in the last few days, Fred have decided to make every second imposible for you, with that hungry and teasing look that he gave at every moment, wearing that skinny shirt that made his abs stand out in such an impressive way that just make you want to take it off, the way he he licks his lips when he speaks while looking deeply into your eyes, everything he knows perfectly that makes you shiver just imagining it, it seems like he were decided to take your sleep off... and it was working.

You put one foot off the bed and got up slowly to prevent Ginny from waking up, which was almost impossible to wake her anyway, you started down the stairs of the burrow until you reached the kitchen to have a glass of water; you took out your wand and with a gentle movement you drew a glass towards you and with a gentle aguamenti you pour water into de glass. Drinking from to you began to hear sounds, as if someone came down the stairs, you did not worry and continued drinking from the glass.

"Insomnia?...", Said with a teasing tone an extremely familiar voice... It was Fred.

"No... Just thirsty." You said, trying to avoid any painful second with him.

" 'Thirsty'..." He said with a smirk getting dangerously close to you "Of what?..." He said in a whisper close to your ear in you back, close enough to feel the heat of his words.

"Water Frederic." You answered trying to be distant and dry, when the reality was that his deep and thirsty voice made your center hot. You try to walk pass him, but he take and pull your waist to his body, "You can't lie to me... Remember Y/N? I know exactly what you want and what you're thinking about." He said defiantly with his eyes full of lust as he looked at you, which made your knees weak, just to feel his fingers pressing into your waist make you sighs. "Just look at you... You sighs by my touch, and I didn't even started yet honey." You had no way to answer that. He put his other had on your face, and get slowly close your lips and whisper "Your trying to tease me with that shirt? I can see your nipples through it..." He lowered his hand to your right breast and with his thumb he gently caressed your nipple, you softly moan by his touch, he sees you and softly giggle with a smirk "Do you like it babygirl?..." You quickly nodded your head and he smile at "Do you want me to do it again?" He softly said and you quicky nodded again "Say it baby..."

"I-I do... I want you to touch me again..." You said weakly close to his lips. "Alright baby..." He said and quickly rub his thumb against you nipple again, making circles which make you moan. "You shaking baby" he said, it seems like he was enjoying.

He put his hand again in you cheek and pull in into a drunk and passionate kill, his lips were soft and juicy, you put your hand in his nut and he pull you hips up with both hands, carrying you to the couch while you can feel his growing erection that touches your core and make even hotter.

He dropped you in the couch and he detached himself from the kiss to take off your shirt and shorts to found with the surprise that you sleep without any underwear. "You are such a nasty girl Y/N, and I love it..." You take off his shit too and you appreciated his muscular chest sweating hot and going up and down by the breaths, you were dripping wet at this point, with his middle finger he touch your core and gasp about how wet you were, "You did all of my job honey..." He said with a smirk and start caress your clitoris gently and little by little it was leveling up, you were moaning loudly but not enough to wake up the burrow, and he quicky sliding their fingers into your entrance and you moan at.

"Merlin Y/N! you are so wet little slut."He started moving slowly but little by little leveling up but then went slow again, you look at him and say "don't stop f-freddy... ple-ease." He giggle and respond "I'm not going to stop babygirl..." And least you notice he he passed his tongue gently between your folds and you hard moan in respond, he smile victorious, and starting rubbing fast and hard his tongue against your core while fingering wast and hard making you moan hard and loud of the pleasure.

"Yes! Yes!, Bloody hell... yes yes yes! Fa-aaaas!" You said, you were to close "I'm co-omingggg..." And then Fred stops. "What the hell you doing..." You claim you wearily.

"In four, now." Said Fred bossy while he stands up and take his pants and boxer of making his hard rock erection hit his skin, "By the beards of merlin... It's huge" you thought and you quickly got into four excited about what was coming. He aligned his hard dick at your entrance and pressed gently, challenging, but not hard because he quickly took your hips and buried his hard cock in you which made you draw a tear from pleasure and scream a moan, he giggle at your reaction and without waiting Fred started moving fast and hard.

You couldn't even believe how good that feels, it was painful but it quicky disappear by the pleasure. He was going so fast and with one of his hands he took you neck up to see you face next to him "You are such a nasty little bitch... You have no idea for how long I wanted to fuck you this hard" Said in a grunt full of pleasure while going even faster making you scream, you were to close, the way he has choking you were taking the air out, it felt so good, and with his other hand started slaping your breasts leaving marks on them

"FUCK YEAH! Fast. Fast. Faa-aaast... Fred I'm so close" you were saying so loud, this time it were more that enough to wake all the burrow but you didn't care, the heat It was concentrated in your center and every time you got tighter.

"You feel so good baby" and shortly after his words you felt how your heat swirled and released strongly while your delivery was still throbbing with Fred's cock inside you, you felt how it came out of you and along with it a thick and warm liquid that dripped from your pussy and the heavy and accelerated breaths of both were coordinated.

You never expect Fred were that rough at sex.