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cherry-pop-elf · 11 months ago
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Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Saying You Are Pregnant
Writing Comission’s Are Open
William ‘Bill’
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“Excuse me-?” He was left practically speechless, when he picked up the onesie on his bedside table. A little blue thing, with the words To The Moon And Back. He was so full of emotions. Panic, excitement, horror, joy. Would the baby inherit his wolf tendencies? Would something go wrong, because of his bad blood? He was so scared. Would you be in danger, because of him? With his eyes turning to you, and seeing that excited smile, he couldn’t help but calm down. Teddy existed after all, didn’t he? He was as fine as he could be. The idea of holding his own little ball of joy. To see that orange hair, and watch you nurse. “I’m going to be a dad….” He trailed, with a smile. “I’m going to be a dad-“ He repeated, as he would hold the little sleep wear to his chest. Tears ran down his broken cheeks, as he kept reacting it. So full of pride. He’s going to be a dad, with you.
Charlie
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“IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” He was screaming, bloody damn murder, as he was running around at the sanctuary. Screaming it with pride, as you chased after him. Just laughing, as the dragons would lift up their heads. “IM A DAD IM A DAD IM A DAD-!” He keeps roaring, as the dragons would tilt their heads. Watching their motherly figure jump for joy. Literally. “Charlie-!” You laughed, as he was just to full of excitement. Laughing, cheering, and crying. That’s when one of the older mothers would grab him by the collar. Yanking him into the air, before plopping him right next to you. As if to convey that he better step up now. That had you laugh, as he pouted at her. “I am I am-!” He said, before he was on his knees. Holding your belly. “I’m gonna be your daddy-!” He squealed, as he kissed it over. All the excitement getting the new borns curious, but those mothers made sure they didn’t get to close. Letting him have his moment. A new baby, to join the herd.
Percy
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“You cannot be serious-“ Percy was blinking, as he had hardly taken two steps through the fire place. Just gotten off work, early for once, only to be surprised by you making a baby box. It was meant to be a surprise, and something you would give to him after dinner. Seems like he was still surprised, regardless. “Who had the baby this time-?” He asked, as he would set his belongings where they were designated. That had you snort, as it didn’t quite dawn on him yet. With the fact you didn’t say anything, he turned around. “Honey?” He asked again, as you keep smiling. Slowly, the gears turned, before he was left with his cloak dropped from his hands. It was him. He didn’t expect that. Was like the last one to join the family gang. He couldn’t help his worry. He didn’t exactly grow up to well. He wasn’t to well connected with his family, and only came around when it was almost to late. He didn’t want that to happen to his kid. To have such a divide. You could tell he was worried, and patted the seat next to you. He joined, and you would kiss his head. “Who do you wanna tell first?” You asked, as he held your hand. The name he said, reassured himself that this kid won’t have that tension. Not like what he made. “George is perfect.” Another kiss to his head, as the plans were made. A big and happy family.
Fred
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The words barley left your lips, before you were tossed over his shoulder. As quickly as you were tossed, you were soon hearing the noise of the busy shop. "HEY EVERYONE!" He shouted, causing everyone to look up at one of the railings. George as well, with curious eyes all the same. "IM GONNA BE A DAD, AND GEORGE IS GONNA BE A UNCLE!" He cheered, and everyone was a roar of cheers as well. George was quick to drop what he was doing, and soon aparate next to him. "Put your damn mother to be down!" He laughed, as Fred finally set you down. All three of you in a warm, and tight, hug. "i'm gonna be a uncle!" George cheered, as you laughed. You had to wonder who was more excited for the baby. Your husband, or his twin? It did not matter to you. They were both so happy for this wonderful news. They just could not let you go, as they were just laughing in joy. Children. More children. What could make them hate that?
George
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"Pregnant?" He whispered, as he almost looked like he would burst into tears. "I heard that right, didn't I?" He asked, as he felt over the scarred skin that was once his ear. You nodded, before you held up your hands. You could not grasp sign as fast as George did, but you knew the alphabet. P.R.E.G.N.A.N.T. Pregnant. He was soon tackling you, as he was sobbing into your shoulder. "I'm going to be a dad-" He sobbed, as you rubbed his back. Some joy, in his world of darkness. You had fallen pregnant, not long after the death of Voldemort. Made senes, since the stress was gone. For you, anyway. "Jellybean....If its a boy...." You would peck his cheek, and nod. "A boy, Fred. If a girl, Fredrick works as a beautiful middle name." You comforted, getting another hiccup in return. The world was moving on, but the world will not be forgotten. Fred lived on, and hes going to be your tiny terror. How excited you two were, for it.
Ron
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“No-“ He gasped. “Really-? No-! Are you-? No-“ Was like he was trapped in a loop, as he now paced around your living room. Looking at you, before looking at his feet, then repeating. As if every time he made a full pace, he turned. You had to admit, was pretty adorable. Figured news like this would make your Auror husband short circuit a bit. You let him pace, with a smile. Just grinning, as he was trying to register it all. Suppose work fatigue makes anyone’s brain mush. Especially a job like his. You would watch him pace, until his brain was finally registering that YEP you are indeed pregnant. “Bloody hell….IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” His face was beaming, before he was stealing you into his arms. He was exhausted, but not tired enough to not huggle and cuddle. “We need to tells ‘Mione and Harry-! Oh those two will be so excited-!” He beams. Uncle Harry and Auntie Hermione. He was going to crush you, you swore, if he kept being so happy. “Blimey, guess that over time is finally coming in handy.” You hated his over time, but he had a point. Now you two had a secure start. That had you relax a little more. “Hope Harry doesn’t mine if I slow down on my career a little.” You would stroke his hair, and pecked his cheek. “He’s Harry. I’m doubtful he will be made you want to not be dead on a side walk, and leave me a single parent.” You snorted. “Yeah, probably doesn’t want history repeating.” Morbid, but point proven. “Gonna be a dad-“ He kept smiling, as he pulled you into his lap. Unable to stop holding you close. He was so happy, and you were all the same. Your family.
Ginny
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“SHUT UP-!” She gasped, as she was looking towards the Quidditch stands. No way was she seeing what she was seeing. Your wife just won the first game of the season, and she was looking straight at you. In the VIP seats, and holding up a sign. I’m Pregnant. In bold and colorful letters, so she couldn’t miss it. “NO WAY-!” Ginny kept screaming, as her team mates looked over, as they were shaking hands with the enemy team. “What’s up?!” One of them asked. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” Ginny cheered, as that had all the broomstick flyers stare towards where her eyes looked. “CONGRATS-!” The enemy seeker said, with a clap. Good sportsmanship. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” What a way to start her quidditch season. The first win, and the fact she’s going to be a mom. “Well, go and fly over-!” A team mate smacked her back, and she wasn’t needed to told twice. The fans went nuts, with famous Quidditch Star Ginny Weasley was flying towards the stands. Right to you, and nearly tackling you down in the box. The fellow VIP seaters clapped for you two, as she planted a big kiss on you. Tears in the corner of her eyes, as she hugged you tightly. “You knew I would win, didn’t you?” She asked. “No, but I mean what better way to recover from a loss?” That had her smack your shoulder, but she was soon was wiping her eyes on her gloves. “Oh fuck, look at me. Crying like a girl-“ She joked, as she sniffled. She was so happy, and you were as well. She just couldn’t contain her joy. Her, you, and your own little precious snitch. What more could a girl want?
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vanillesuiker · 1 month ago
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Quiet (Percy Weasley x Reader)
Tags: smut, quiet sex, nothing really special I think.
Summary: The Burrow is annoyingly hot during the summer break, and Percy finds a way to pass the time and somewhat forget about the heat for a bit. Only issue is, the house is also packed full of people.
Wc: ~1.8k
Author's note: Going into the new year with some Percy smut. Wouldn't want it any other way. There's not really much to say other than enjoy!!
It was a warm, summer day at the Burrow. The house was already packed with everyone home, but with the Quidditch world cup coming up, there were even extra guests. Ron had Harry and Hermione over, while Percy had his ‘new’ and ‘mysterious’ girlfriend over. Their relationship wasn't new nor was she mysterious, but clearly Percy having a girlfriend was mysterious enough to his siblings.
Currently, most of the siblings were sitting in the garden and stressing over summer homework. Ron and Harry slumped over the table as Hermione tried to explain the difference between Merpeople across the world. Fred and George alternated between writing their Charms essay and tossing increasingly larger objects at the back of Ron's head.
“Have any of you seen Percy? He was going to help me with this potions assignment.” Ginny stood in the doorway, holding a scroll.
“Not a clue.” Ron shrugs, resting his chin on his arms.
“Probably in his room.” Fred grins. “With his girlfriend.”
“Being all gross and passionate.” George adds, throwing an eraser and watching the graceful arch it makes through the air before hitting Ron's head.
“Great…” Ginny groans while Fred and George make gross smooching sounds.
“You're all so dramatic. Just because they're dating, doesn't mean they spend all day snogging.” Hermione tries to defend. “Doesn't he have a job at the ministry, he's probably just busy.”
All the siblings look at her with tired faces.
“Sure, they're not snogging all day.” George says with a grim face. “But they definitely do it a lot.”
“Nobody has caught them, yet.” Fred makes a grossed out face. “But everytime mum calls them for dinner, they take at least five minutes to come down, and they're always all red and nervous.”
“And who wears collared shirts during summer? Only people who are trying to hide their passionate love affair.” George changes his aim, deciding to try and hit Percy's window with the contents of his pencil case.
Hermione goes red, giving up on the subject and continuing her lecture on the sirens of Greece. Ginny goes back into the house, checking the kitchen and living room one last time. Molly was in the kitchen, already preparing dinner while Charlie told her about a newly discovered species of dragon. In the living room, Bill and Arthur were planning their trip for the Quidditch cup. But no sign of Percy, not downstairs at least.
With a sigh, Ginny walks up the stairs. Halfway to Percy’s room, she stops, trying to listen for any sign of life. It's dead silent aside from the occasional clang of an inkpot or eraser hitting the side of the house. At least they got some use out of those “Unbreakable, Unleakable” ink pots, that weren't much more than a dried up glob of ink in a bewitched bottle.
Finally, she reaches Percy's door. Before she knocks, she looks over her assignment one last time. Just to check if she really needed help. But the words still made absolutely zero sense, so finally, Ginny knocked on the door.
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While his siblings struggled with their homework, Percy was up in his room. With the window closed and the door locked and his girlfriend naked on top of him. That combination in an almost attic room was very, very hot in multiple ways, but mostly in the sweating to death way. Sure, it would be less unbearably hot if he opened a window and just used a silencing charm. But last time they tried that, Bill commented that it was awfully quiet upstairs, looking way too amused at the way Percy went red.
Her hair was messily styled for the heat, up and away from her neck. Which was perfect for Percy, giving him plenty of room to leave dark purple hickeys. He rolled his hips up in time with her sinking down on him, making them both bite back moans. With one hand on the back of her neck and the other guiding her hips, Percy pressed his face into her neck. It had the added bonus of muffling the whimpers that escaped him when she'd keep him just barely in her.
Sadly, it didn't do much to muffle the moan that left his lips when she quite suddenly slams down on him.
“Can't keep quiet, Percy?” She teases, rocking her hips against him.
“Like you- Fuck, that's unfair-,” His head falls back against the pillow as she picks up a rhythm again. “Like you're so- mph, so quiet.”
“Mhh, I think I am.” She sits back, guiding his hand to her clit. “Want to find out?”
There's a glint of competition in her eyes, and he grins even though he knows he's definitely losing this. She leans back, sighing as his fingers rub tight little circles. But she doesn't make a sound. Percy, who wasn't even really getting that much friction with the current shallow grinding of her hips, was already biting his lip and holding back a whimper.
Seeing his struggle, she lifts her hips the tiniest bit. He presses his free hand to his mouth in an attempt to muffle himself a bit more. She slowly makes her movements bigger, eventually getting back into a slightly more desperate version of their previous rhythm. With muffled moans and whimpers, Percy rocks his hips up into her.
“Fuck, you are- mhh, you're better than me.”
There's a slightly grin on her flushed, sweaty face as he admits it.
“Don't worry, you're- Ooh, do that again- you're pretty great too.” She gasps. “Oh, Percy, I'm so close, don't stop.”
He can feel her tighten around him, her hips faltering in the rhythm. And soon enough, her head drops onto his shoulder, muffling her moans. Percy doesn't stop his hand until her hips stop grinding against him. For a moment, everything stops, and Percy lays back while she recovers. Right when she sits up again, there's a loud knock on the door.
“Percy, were you still going to help with my potions work?”
Both of them freeze, staring at each other with wide eyed panic. There's no blankets on the bed to cover them up, they threw those off halfway through the warm summer night. And there's no clothes within reach either, everything flung to the other side of the room.
“Percy?”
“Answer, before she tries to come in!” She whispers, leaning closer to his ear and unintentionally making him groan at the change of angle.
“Uhm, well, I'm a bit busy with homewo- just work right now…” Percy starts, cringing at his own flimsy lie. “I could look at it after dinner?”
It's silent for a moment, both of them holding their breath. Their stares could probably burn a hole into the door as they wait for Ginny to respond again.
“...Sure.”
Soon, Ginny's footsteps on the stairs fade out into silence, and they both sigh.
“Really Percy, homework?” She raises an eyebrow. “You're not even in school anymore.”
“It's a habit! It was my standard excuse for when I was… Nevermind.” 
“What, for when you were wan-”
“Oh, shut up!” Percy flushes, pushing her back while she laughs.
She grabs his arm, pulling him to sit up against the wall with her legs wrapped around him. Their lips meet again and his hands on her hips pull her flush against him. It's sweaty and hot, their chests pressed against each other and their lips locked in a slow but desperate kiss.
Percy practically melts into her, almost literally with the heat radiating off her. Even though he tries his very best to be patient, he's starting to unravel. The hands on her waist hold on tighter with every little rock of her hips. He's barely even embarrassed at the tiny whimpers that escape him and get silenced by her lips. The bed creaks under them as tries desperately to thrust up into her, his head thrown back against the wall.
“Merlin, are you trying to get us caught?” Her nails dig into his shoulders, only making him groan louder. 
“Please, I just- mmh, fuck.” Percy moans, pulling her close and pushing her onto her back.
She sighs contently and keeps her legs wrapped tightly around him. His hands are planted firmly on the mattress on either side of her head, propping him up as he tries to keep a steady rhythm. There's red marks all over his neck and chest, some already starting to turn purple, and a few curls stick to his sweaty forehead.
“Sorry, I'm just so, so close and I-”
He's silenced by her lips. She kisses him as his thrusts grow faster and more erratic. Her hands tangle in his hair and he groans when she tugs on it. A broken moan gets muffled against her lips as Percy comes, his hips snapping against hers.
“That was nice.” She gently runs her hands over his back as he collapses onto her. He only mumbles an affirming answer. Now that the only sound was Percy's heavy breathing, they could hear a consistent thud against the outside wall. Something would hit the wall, and then it was quiet for a moment, and then it hit the wall again. Somewhere in the distance, she heard Fred and George laughing loudly after each thud.
Percy whines as she slowly pushes him off her, eventually letting her go and rolling onto the mattress. With a wave of her wand, she wordlessly cleans up their mess. She searches around for her clothes, finding her shorts in the crease between his bed and the wall while her shirt was thrown over the back of his chair.
“I need a shower.” Percy mutters as he sits up, cringing at the thin layer of sweat covering his body.
“Mh, me too. I don't think we could get away with doing that tog-”
There's a loud shattering noise. Pieces of glass fall to the floor, along with a battered pot of ink. Fred and George are suddenly silent.
“Please don't tell me that actually just happened.” Percy groans.
Before he can get up to see what happened, they suddenly hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Percy scrambles to get dressed, only to find them just as scattered around the room as hers. He only just manages to zip up his shorts when someone knocks on the door.
“One seco-” The door already swings open, Bill walking in without a care.
“What happened, we heard glass shattering.” He scans the room, spotting Percy’s hickey covered chest before even noticing the broken window.
“Bloody hell, are you dating a vampire, Perce?” Bill laughs.
“Shut up, please.” Percy sighs, finally finding his shirt. “And please don't tell anyone, I don't think I'd make it out alive if mum knew.”
Bill hums, heading towards the window. He yells a warning before tossing the ink pot back out and casting Repairo on the window. There's no screaming outside, only a short cheer as the ink pot hits the ground.
“I won't tell, but you might want to fix your neck if you're so insistent on keeping it secret. You look like Fred and George used you for bludger practice.”
When they go down for dinner that evening, nobody seems to know anything. And for a moment, Percy believes his brother kept his word.
Until Charlie grins and gives him a high five, exchanging amused looks with Bill.
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georgeplease · 2 months ago
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Anyone else really like pairing part of the Weasley family with a foreign muggle reader? I love the idea of Arthur getting to know more muggle things from all over the world than just England. Becoming his favorite of the in laws because you indulge him.
Taking him to a sports games or a trip to your home country for fun? Come on! Everyone else rolls their eyes at his questions, but you happily share your culture and love the chance to teach him.
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we-do-be-writing · 1 year ago
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Christmas Gifts
Percy Weasley x Reader
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Percy Weasley was known to be reserved, even around his family members. So, when the twins let it slip to Molly that he had a significant other, she was ecstatic. Immediately, she sent an owl to you, asking if you would come over for the upcoming winter break.
It was Ginny's idea to make your guest appearance a surprise for Percy, which you were on board for. Of course, it was a little nerve-wracking to be meeting the rest of Percy's family, especially without him there. However, you decided that none of them could be as shocking as when you met the twins one night while roaming the halls with Percy.
He was on Prefect duty, but you didn't care; you both had insomnia anyway. Plus, the late hours of the night were some of Hogwarts' quietest, and you wanted to cherish it.
That being said, the excitement radiating off Molly Weasley when you got to the Burrow was a force to be reckoned with. She was absolutely thrilled that her sophisticated son had found someone all on his own.
Wrapping you in a tight hug, she welcomed you inside the home and introduced you to Ginny. The little girl was shy, but you could see the mischief glimmering behind her eyes at the thought of the shocked look on Percy's face when he got home.
Admittedly, it was challenging to sneak around Percy's keen senses that he had developed from being the victim of many pranks and through his job as Prefect.
"Do you think we've pulled it off?" You asked after you stuck your things in the appropriate siblings' room.
"He's a smart one, but I don't think he'll be expecting this. My, he doesn't even know that the twins told us about you." Molly responded.
In the corner of your eye, you saw knitting needles clicking together as they wove the strands of yarn. You were an avid knitter/crocheter as well, but you preferred to do it by hand. Nonetheless, the magic flowing through the needles and into the yarn was fascinating.
Molly noticed your interest and started a conversation about the hobby while preparing dinner with Ginny. You offered to help by setting the table and adding extra plates for Harry, Hermione, and yourself.
"I actually brought handmade gifts for everyone," you mention, "I wasn't sure what to make, but I hope you all like them."
"Oh, that is wonderful, dear!" Molly cheered and you could see the wheels turning in Ginny's head on what her present might be.
Soon enough, it was time for the main event. The clock had switched, and everyone's name was now at the Burrow. You rushed to the bathroom seconds before the door flung open and a sea of red hair flooded the entryway.
You pressed your ear against the door, listening as everyone greeted Molly and Ginny. Quickly, Molly ushered everyone upstairs to put down their things so dinner could begin.
"Okay, dear, when you hear the knitting needles stop, you'll know it's time to come out." Molly whispered near the bathroom door before rushing back into the kitchen.
Once again, you heard a stampede of footsteps make their way past the entryway and into the dining area.
"Mum, you set out an extra plate ... and there's an extra chair." Percy observed as he sat down next to an empty spot.
At that exact moment you heard the clicking of needles cease and you had to take a breath before opening the door.
"I suppose that means I'll be sitting there." You say, walking into the room.
Percy chokes on air the second he hears your voice. Ginny's smile is bursting at the seams, the twins are holding in their laughs, Molly is almost vibrating with excitement, and the rest are simply watching the scene unfold with smiles.
"Y/n!" He yells before clearing his throat, "what ... what are you doing here?"
"I was invited, I hope that's alright." You say shyly, moving a little closer to the table.
"Of course it's alright," Percy exclaims, "but how did this happen?"
Once the words leave his mouth something clicks in his brain, and he whips his gaze over to the twins. Immediately, they lose control and begin cackling at the look on their brother's face.
"It was my idea to surprise you!" Ginny comments with a smile.
Percy instantly softens once he sees everyone giving him warm looks and the tears in his mother's eyes.
"Well, consider me surprised."
He turns back to you and stands, taking your hand and leading you to the seat next to his.
"This is only the beginning of the wonderful Christmas we're going to have." You whisper to him, folding your fingers through his.
"I don't think anything could ever top this." He says before kissing the top of your hand.
Just wait until he sees his other gift.
A/N: Ohhhh my gosh, it has been so long since I have been on Tumblr and this account, and it's crazy. But here we are with my man Percy Weasley; he is a little bit of a douche sometimes, but I'm in my "I can fix him" phase lol.
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atypicalamortentia · 1 year ago
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Disappear || Percy Weasley
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Synopsis - Ron looses you on your trip to the Weasley house.
Warnings - NSFW.
Notes - Characters are 18+!
Word Count - 1.2k.
[Caffeinate Me]
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Ron was beyond confused, not to mention worried. He ran into the bedroom where Harry and Hermione were sitting, reading their books, before pacing up and down with his hands in his messy ginger hair. “Shit, shit shit.” 
Harry looked at Ron with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong?” He asked. 
Ron gulped, looking at his two friends with wide eyes. “I’ve lost Y/N.”
“What do you mean you’ve ‘lost Y/N’?” Hermione asked as she narrowed her eyes. 
“Well,” Ron started, stroking the back of his neck with his hands. “She was outside with me, helping me put up the Christmas lights. I came inside to turn them on, you know, to see if they looked decent and when I went back she was gone!” 
“Oh honestly Ronald, you had one job!” Hermione groaned, rolling her eyes. 
“It’s not my fault!” Ron exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “I didn’t think she’d give me the slip! So… Neither of you have seen her?” 
Harry and Hermione shook their heads before Harry spoke up, “are you sure she isn’t with Fred and George? She’s quite close to them.” 
Ron’s eyes widened as he nodded. “Good idea! I’ll ask them!”
Ron then bolted out of the room as fast as he could, leaving Harry and Hermione sitting there shaking their heads and laughing. When Ron reached the twins room, he didn’t even bother knocking. He slammed the door open, breathing heavily. Fred and George looked at their brother, confusion lacing their faces. “What is it?” They asked simultaneously. 
“Have you seen Y/N?” Ron asked, but the twins just shook their heads. 
“No. We haven’t. Wasn’t she supposed to be helping you put up the Christmas decorations outside?” Fred asked, looking at George with a grin on his face. 
Ron nodded. “Yeah. But she gave me the slip. I was hoping she’d be with you!” 
“Nope,” George replied. “You must have bored her half to death.” 
“Ha ha very funny,” Ron said as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll ask Percy.” 
“Haven’t seen him leave his room. Doubt he would have seen her,” Fred pointed out. “Have you checked the farm? Maybe she went to see the animals.” 
“She has to be there,” Ron nodded. “She couldn’t have just disappeared.” And with that, he ran off to check the livestock peppered around the outside of the Weasley home. 
Meanwhile you were in Percy’s room. You were hovering above him, hand over his mouth to quieten down the moans and whimpers that were threatening to leave his lips as you rode him. Your hips moved expertly against his, but cautiously, ready to jump off if anybody was to interrupt the two of you. You had been dating Percy in secret for a few months now, and would always disappear to his room when nobody was looking. “‘M gonna cum,” Percy whimpered against your hand, his hips thrusting up to meet yours in a chaotic rhythm. 
“Shh pretty boy,” you whispered quietly and Percy nodded as tears sprung to his eyes. The pleasure you were giving him was too much to handle. His arms flew to your waist, keeping you doing the same movements over and over again as he pulled you flush against his bare chest. The sudden movement caused your hand to fall from his mouth, but Percy was quick to smash his lips against yours, kissing you desperately. You swallowed his moans as he finally came, his hips stuttering as thick ropes of white coated your insides. Your hips slowed down to a halt as your lips glided across his effortlessly. 
“Merlin,” Percy whispered against your lips before pulling away and gazing into your eyes. You shifted your weight and rolled off of him, laying down on your back and breathing deeply as you stared at the ceiling. You found yourself giggling quietly as you heard Ron’s voice carry throughout the house. 
“She’s not there!” Ron cried as he ran through the halls, opening all the doors but Percy’s and peering into the rooms. 
“I should go and relieve your brother from the torture of trying to find me,” you say looking at Percy with a grin. 
He pouted, pulling your body close to his and pressing a tender kiss on your temple. “Do you have to go?” 
“Y/N! Y/N where are you?” Ron’s voice echoed. 
You looked at Percy and nodded. “I’ll be back, you can count on it.” 
“I’ll hold you to that,” he smiled, watching as you stood up from the small bed and dressed yourself. “You’re so beautiful.” 
You blushed at Percy’s words and straightened your hair, looking into the mirror to make sure you looked presentable. When you were satisfied with how you looked, you turned to Percy and grinned, bending down to kiss him on the lips softly. “I’ll see you later handsome,” you whispered against his lips. 
“Not if I see you first,” he replied cheekily as you pulled away from his lips. You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned to leave Percy’s room. You checked both ways down the halls to make sure nobody was there, turning to give Percy one last smile before exiting his room. You quickly made your way to Harry and Hermione, trying to come up with an excuse as to where you had been in your head. When you entered the room, the two friends looked up at you with a smile on their faces. 
“Y/N!” Hermione exclaimed, jumping up from her position and hugging you. “Where have you been?” 
“I went to check on the chickens,” was all you could come up with. Harry raised an eyebrow at you, but didn’t say anything. 
“Y/N? Is that you?” Ron asked, barrelling into the room with a grin on his face. “There you are! Bloody hell, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
“She was with the chickens,” Harry said, a smile on his face. Ron looked slightly confused, but thankfully didn’t question you any further. Instead, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 
“Fancy helping me with the rest of the decorations?” He grinned. 
You nodded, excited that Christmas was just around the corner. “Of course!” 
You followed Ron out of the room and down the hall, passing Percy on the way who was heading to the bathroom. He eyed you lovingly although his posture was stern. You didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to keep up your secret relationship, especially since you kept disappearing every time you went to the Weasley house to rendezvous with Percy. But for now, you were content. You sighed dreamily as you passed your lover in the hall, his hand skimming yours and quickly intertwining around your fingers before pulling away. A subtle gesture to let you know that he was thinking of you. Ron, who was completely oblivious to what had happened, continued walking to the loft to get more Christmas decorations down. You smiled at Percy before quickly following his younger brother, holding the ladder for him to climb up. When Ron finally re-emerged he was holding a container full of decorations, a wide grin on his face. “Here we are! I hope you’re not going to disappear again, we have a lot more to put up!” 
You chuckled. “I’ll try my hardest not to.”
Ron narrowed his eyes, but quickly found the funny side of your joke, nodding along. “Well if you do, at least tell me where you’re going next time. I was worried!” 
“I will do,” you said, knowing full well you would disappear again and not tell anyone where you were going. It was the norm now, and everyone just had to be okay with that.
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mastermindmiko · 1 month ago
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Gatherings at the Burrow (Percy Weasley edition)
Pairing: Percy Weasley + Reader Warnings: none, I believe but lmk Word count: 2534 If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist Ron Weasley edition And Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate
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Gatherings at the Burrow have never been anything short of brilliant, I've only ever gone there for three years, but each year seems to be better than the one before it.
"You really should visit more often, dear." Molly says, whilst giving me a hug as soon as I enter. I raise my voice, sure to make sure that a certain someone that is also present hears, "I would, If my stupid boss gave me some time off every once in a while!"
"Go complain about it to HR!" Percy yelled back, and although I can’t even see his face, I can imagine the smirk that he must be wearing. Molly leads me inside to the living room where everyone is sitting. I look around the room, waving to everyone, asking how they are. Fred comes from over the room, from his place next to George and Angelina. He says, “Hey there, gorgeous.” 
I roll my eyes at his antics, but this only seems to egg him on even more. He grins at me, he wraps his arm around my shoulder and asks, “Have an answer yet?” 
“You mean to the same question you ask me everytime I’m here?” I counter, teasing. His Cheshire grin spreads wider and he nods, quivering with his eyebrows. I fold my arms over my chest and say, “No, Fred, I will not go out with you.” 
“Shame…” He trails off, and he leans closer to me faces inches apart. He whispers, “But you’ll be dating a Weasley soon enough.” 
Before I get to question what exactly he’s implying, and get to act oblivious as if a person who’s blind wouldn’t know about my crush on a certain Weasley, Fred get’s flicked on his forehead. He flinches back and raises a palm to his forehead. Fred exclaims, “Ow!”
Fred glares at Percy, and Percy with his always stoic expression replies, monotonously, “Stop harassing my employee.” 
“You’d think she’d have graduated from that title a long time ago.” Fred teases, rubbing his forehead. I would’ve wished the same, but that’s all I am to Percy. Fred turns to me and pointing at the albeit pinkish bit of skin on his forehead, he whines, “Is it bruised? I feel like it’s bruised? Ugh, Weatherby’s maimed me!” 
“Don’t call me Weatherby.” Percy says, sharply. I smile, remembering how Percy told me that for a long time Barty Crouch Sr. wouldn’t call him anything except that name. Fred laughs, and stumbles back to where he was sitting next to George. 
George notices this and looks at Percy. George exclaims, “Percy’s finally done with his work!” 
The Weasleys, all of them, and their spouses cheer on, but Percy waves his hand dismissively. Percy explains, “I only came here to greet her.” 
The room falls silent, and Percy turns to look at me. I raise my eyebrows, questioningly. He clears his throat, and mumbles, “Hello.” 
He quickly turns and heads to the kitchen, where he will continue working. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion at the interaction. Ginny comes up from behind me, and wraps her hand around my arm. She begs, “Please, go talk to him, we never see him. All he does is work.” 
“He doesn’t listen to me at work, I’m not sure he’ll listen to me, now.” I say, looking back at the kitchen door. Ginny purses her lips and pleads, “You can at least try.” 
“I will…” Ginny claps, “But under the condition that after, you’ll tell me all about your first game for the Holyhead Harpies next week.” 
She shakes my hand, and returns to her seat next to Luna. I walk into the kitchen and I’m overcome by the smell of food, and Merlin, Molly’s always been such a fantastic cook. I ask, instinctively, “Do you need any help, Mrs. Weasley?” 
“For the millionth time, call me Molly, dear, and no thank you. But, it would be wonderful if you can get that one to put the quill down.” Molly says, then tilts her head towards Percy, who's got his papers spread out on the counter. He purses his lips at his mother’s words and he scratches his temple before sighing and continuing to work. Molly and I exchange a look before I walk towards Percy. 
‘I’m on it,’ I mouth. The table is filled with hundreds of papers, and I can see the ink stains on his hands from writing. He’s mumbling something under his breath as he reads yet another case. He notices my close proximity to him and he lifts up a hand to stop me, he says, “If you’re here to get me to stop working then don’t waste your breath.” 
“I’m not going to do that.” I defend, and pull up a chair and sit next to him. I set my elbow on the table and rest my chin against my palm. He gives me a weary glance then continues to work. He’s just barely grabbed his quill again before I say, “Are those the new transportation regulations?” 
“Hmm.” He says, not sparing me a glance. I’ve never shared an office with Percy, but we have spent the occasional day together when there was an important meeting awaiting. Percy always made sure I had a lot on my hands, and that’s only increased ever since he became head of the department of magical transportation. I wait for a moment till I notice the way his brows furrow, and then ask, “For what?” 
“I sent you the files last week.” He states and I know what they are, but Percy doesn’t know that. I can start to see him frown due to lack of focus. I grin and say, “Brooms?” 
“Apparition?” 
“Floo?” 
“Yes, Floo.” Percy replies, sharply. He gives me a sharp look before he notices the smile I’m wearing and he simply rolls his eyes. He says, “Today is your day off, what are you doing here talking about work?” 
“I’m bored.” I shrug my shoulders, he rubs his forehead, and looks back at his papers. He signs a paper and then I decide it’s a good time to move on to a different tactic. Percy is still wearing his work clothes, and it’s an extra incentive to get him to finish working. I brush off a bit of invisible lint on his shoulder. I can see his eyes flicker across the room. I wait a minute before taking his glasses off, and Percy groans in frustration.
I chuckled at his expression, and he proceeded to give me a dirty look. I flick my wrist to get some tissue paper and rub the glass lenses with them. I place his glasses back on his nose, and he looks at me, unamused, “You’re not going to give it up, are you?” 
“Probably.” I grin, and he sighs. I can see a grin trying to make its way onto his face. He negotiates, “I’ll finish another contract and I’ll be done.” 
“I’m okay with that.” 
“You can get going now, you’ve done your job.” 
“Nice try, I’m waiting right here, till you get up.” I shuffle, making myself more comfortable on a very uncomfortable stool. He turns back to his papers, and gets on with his work, but not before giving me a look of amusement. I watch him, and sometimes I forget how comforting it is just to look at Percy. Despite being in a suit, he ungelled his hair. It’s the way I preferred it, but he always deemed it unprofessional. 
“I’m going now, and I expect you both to be with the others in no more than fifteen minutes.” Molly threatens, then leaves. I watch her walk away and notice the plates of food on the dining table. Their smell engulfed the room and it made my stomach twist in hunger. I look at Percy, hoping that he’s almost finished. 
His blue eyes skim over the paper and he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. A strand falls over his eyes, and he pays it no mind. I should’ve done the same, but instead my hand reaches out and brushes it away. How could I not when it falls over his perfect eyes and brushes over his cheeks and dotted freckles. He turns to look at me, and that’s when I register what I just did. I quickly pull my hand away, and abruptly stand up. 
“I’m going to go. You better be done in five minutes.” The threat is weak, but it’s all I could give before walking away quickly to where everyone was. I rush back into the dining room where everyone is sitting and I quickly take one of the empty seats next to Ginny, and notice that the only empty seat is next to mine. Molly had distributed the food on the table perfectly, and everyone had already started filling their plates up with food. 
Percy walks in a minute after I sit down, and scans the room before sitting down next to me. George wiggles his eyebrows at me and I glare at him while waving my knife in his general vicinity. Percy slips his nimble fingers over the edge of the knife carefully and slides it away from my hand, he places it on his other side (the side that I cannot access). He explains, “No one is safe while you are holding a knife.” 
“Hey-” I start to object before Ginny hears her brother’s voice and then exclaims, “Percy! You’ve finally left your work!” 
“I haven’t been working for that long.” Percy grumbles, and there are murmurs of disagreement from everyone sitting at the table. Percy opens his mouth to protest but not before Mr. Weasley interrupts Hermione by saying, “What is this muggle thing that I’ve been hearing about…this um Wi-Fi?” 
“Uhh, well, it’s hard to explain Mr. Weasley.” Hermione stutters, and soon enough everyone is hounding her about what Wi-Fi is and everyone is completely enamoured by the idea. Fred and George think about getting some of it, before realizing they would have nothing to use it for. Midway through that conversation Percy learns to my side and asks, “Do you really think I work that often?” 
I swallow my food and look at him, wetting my lips before saying, “Honestly? Yeah, you do.” 
Percy purses his lips, that obviously not being the response that he wanted. I place my hand on his forearm and explain, “you work hard and that’s an honourable thing to do, but you’ve been working hard for so long and well, you’re head of the department, there is no other place to go but to be the minister of magic, and I think Hermione would kill you if you got that job and not her, so I think you should be taking more breaks than you do-” 
“I take plenty breaks-”
“Sleeping and eating don’t count, Percy.” I chuckle, and he hums, deep in thought. The conversation between the Weasleys ensues and everything is going well, and I can’t help but think of how grateful I am that I was brought into this family and was welcomed. I wasn’t that close to Ron during our time at Hogwarts but I never thought that I’d be considered a part of this family. 
Everyone had already returned back to the dining room, and Molly started to take the dishes back to the kitchen and I helped her, despite her saying that I don’t have to. I break the comfortable silence between us by saying, “I never thanked you for inviting me three years ago to your home, and into your family”
“Of course It’s the least I could do, after hearing my son gush about you so much” Molly replies, while putting the last of the dishes away into the sink, waving her wand so that three sponges start doing the washing. A towel floats up into the air and starts drying the freshly clean dishes. I ask, “Ron?”
“No, Percy!” She says, and I’m surprised by her reply. She continues, making me even more confused, “Arthur always said that workplace relationships aren’t that good of an idea, but I think that it’s good for Percy to have someone who cares about him with him all the time, especially when that person is as good as you, my dear.”
“Oh, I think you might be mistaken Mrs. Weasley-” 
“Molly”
“Molly,” I correct with a chuckle before continuing, “Percy doesn’t think of me that way.” 
I give her an awkward grin, before she looks at me unconvinced. Molly said while patting me on the shoulder, “I thought the same about Arthur, but we’ve been married for nearly forty years now.” 
***
I really, really didn’t want to ask him about it, really didn’t want to, but I’ve never been one to listen to my head. It’s noon when he walks out of his office and into mine which is just right outside his. He asks, “Do you heave the legislations for the-” 
“Percy-” I interrupt him and he looks up from the papers in his hand. I clear my throat before saying, “I wanna talk to you about something.” 
His eyebrows furrow before he takes off his glasses and waves his hand, sending the papers and the glasses back into his office. He folds his arms, and nods his head, a motion for me to start. I get up to move around my desk to stand in front of him. I lean against my desk and start, “Molly, told me an interesting um thing yesterday.” 
“Yeah well mom tends to talk about a bunch of random things, she’s quite like the twins in that way.” He explains and has a fond smile on his face, thinking about his family. Say, “It wasn’t like that really, she um said that, three- well when I started working here that you- talked about me a lot, I guess-” 
His face flushes a dark shade of red, and he avoids my gaze, opting to look around the room instead. I continued, “And she mentioned something about workplace relationships and I just wanted to ask, if you- well I don’t know, if you like me or something? And I mean… romantically.” 
My voice squeaks unnaturally at the last bit, and my face is already pretty much burning by the end. I want to bury myself in the ground while I wait for him to respond. He grumbles, “Never telling anyone in that family anything again-” 
“Is it true Percy? Am I right?” I push and his eyes meet mine briefly. He runs a hand through his perfectly combed back hair. He rants, “Y-yes, but you never have to worry about it because it would be completely unprofessional for me to act upon my unreciprocated feelings-” 
“They aren’t.” 
“What?” He pauses, and I smile at him. I take a step towards him and press my lips to his. His arms immediately go around my waist and pull me towards him. I grin against his lips at the motion. When the lack of oxygen reaches my lungs, he pulls away and he asks, “And dates, that would be considered a break wouldn’t it?” 
“Yes it would.” 
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ambitiouspotions · 1 month ago
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GOING STEADY | PERCY IGNATIUS WEASLEY | HEADCANONS
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would want a longstanding, established friendship before entering a relationship because he wants to make sure he likes you enough first
endearing pet names for you: “love of my life”, “my most beautiful/handsome darling”, “lovely dove”, “poppet”
is a silly fool when he's in love being less stressed and uptight
loosening his tie and relaxing his shoulders more when you kiss him
holding his head higher after you praise him on his work
love notes slipped into the pocket of your pants
would be the person to ask you to slow dance to the record player in the living room with him
does the crossword puzzles in the newspaper and leaves the comics for you
is extra considerate around you to watch his mouth and tone of language, never wanting to be rude or condescending to you
you always surprise him by cleaning his glasses for him
good at remembering dates, the first time you had breakfast together? he remembered it and the exact table you sat at
your first time holding hands was a huge deal, but your first kiss together even bigger deal; he talked about it for an hour afterward
he will never get bored of you, and when he is in a relationship he will never be the one to end it
will never admit that he is terribly insecure about being an overachiever and a workaholic so you will spend time settling his nerves
appreciates every single one of your unique features
very meticulous, but doesn't expect you to constantly conform to his ridiculous level of organization
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pictures found on pinterest, edits made by AMBITIOUSPOTIONS are mushed together on canva
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thehufflepuffwife · 5 months ago
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I desperately need more Percy Weasley fanfics. I really don't want to go into the trenches (Wattpad)
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enweasley · 10 months ago
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would it be a good idea to write a fanfiction about my own character in hogwarts legacy? He's a weasley (duh doi) - Finn Weasley. i think it would be cool to write a reader insert about him (cuz holy smokes im falling for him) and base imagines off the hogwarts legacy plot but i dont wanna do it if people arent gonna be interested
lmk :)
ps - i have a bunch of gif ideas for him omg
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stanathanxoox · 7 months ago
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Snuggle Time
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prompt by @me-writes-prompts
The way their eyes light up when their partner comes to them. - Percy Wealey x reader
He had just finished his patrol of the castle when he entered the Gryffindor common room to find you still awake, sitting in the same armchair that he had left you in studying just hours before. You look up and give him a warm smile, eyes lighting up as he makes his way towards you. He leans down and captures your face between his hands and you look up into his dark brown eyes
“There’s my gorgeous girl, what are you still doing up?” he asks and you place a kiss on his lips
“Was waiting for you my dear” you whisper against his lips and he groans before you pull him down beside you, somehow this seat is big enough for the two of you if you scrunch up enough and so you settle in close to him to maximise the snuggle time before going to bed. 
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cherry-pop-elf · 1 year ago
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What Kissing The Weasley Siblings Feels Like
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Warnings: Fluff, Sensual, a little risky, no smut, graphic descriptions of lips and smoochies. 16+? Think that works
Writing Commissions Open
William ‘Bill’
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Given half his face is missing he doesn’t really like giving kisses. It’s awkward, and strange. To only have half your mouth. How his lips are never able to be soft, or how there is so much teeth. Despite it, you would always kiss the corner of his mouth. He deserved to be kissed, and that is simply that. You find a way, and doing so warms his soul. One day, he finally gets brave enough to return a kiss. It’s awkward, it’s strange, but his intent is all that matters. He was horribly anxious, but followed through. Besides. A little tongue makes it more fun anyway. Whenever the full moon gets closer, you expect getting nothing but tongue and teeth anyway. What’s some more?
Charlie
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Warm. They are always so warm, and chapped from the heat. He works with dragons all day, and you can always taste the ash on his breath. He’s a passionate man. He is so intense. Every kiss is like being swallowed whole by the embers of the very dragons he has tamed. He’s so passionate. A man that would lift you off your feet, and have you arched in his strong hands. As if he is trying to consume you, and lick your skin like an angry fire. He is a man that knows what he wants. What he wants is to make sure you know he loves you. He wants you so very bad
Percy
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He’s always been quite the prim and proper type. His kisses tend to be quick, short, and almost sharp. Like a peck to the cheek. He has just always had trouble showing affection, but you knew that when you signed up with him. So it wasn’t like he manipulated you into thinking one thing over the other. Regardless, he does try. When his lips do find yours, they are nice. His lips are honestly softer than you expect. He always did take good care of himself after all. They never last to long, but you enjoy them while you can. He’s stepping out of his comfort zone, and you are proud of him for doing such. That’s what matters, after all. You’ll get more. You know you will.
Fred
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He’s an intense fella. He likes to plaster you in little kisses, before becoming a living cartoon and dipping you into a passionate embrace. He loves to use kisses to fluster your soul, and be playful in soaking you in little ones. You swear every time you meet he makes sure to leave a kiss on you somewhere. His lips are warm, and a bit chapped. He works with fire works all day, kinda a given. Always the taste of ash on his tongue, but you are fine with it. You just adore how he’s always excited to give you kisses. Each other so alive. He’s just in love. What can he say?
George
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Similar to his twin, but still his own person entirely. He’s a bit more emotional. He likes to let kiss be a bit gentler, and lets them last longer. He would trail soft kisses from your cheek, ghost your lips, and go to the next cheek. Then slap a long passionate one, right on your lips. He likes showing his emotions through his lips. Short kisses of excitement, long kisses of need, ghosting to tease. He loves to make use of his mouth, what can he say? He does more than talk your ear off about his latest invention. Mans knows how to work those lips to his advantage. In all the right places.
Ron
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He’s an awkward guy. His kisses are either shy, or way too much mouth. You kinda have to teach him. As if either of you complain. He’s just a little dork. YOUR dork. Once he gets his footing, he’s enjoying himself. He still uses more mouth than lips, but you’ve grown to rather love it. How he’s just starving to have you. Even if you were gone just a few minutes. How he utterly craves your touch. It’s addictive. You’ve grown to adore those sloppy kisses he has to offer. They are HIS kisses after all. It makes him all the more special. He’s your dorky guy. All yours, and all his kisses belong to you. So hungry, and devouring.
Ginny
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She’s a professional Quidditch player. Do not expect her lips not to be cracked, bloody, dry, what have you. Doesn’t mean her kisses are any less adored. She’s one for quick pecks, as she’s always running off somewhere to do something. You are in love with a Jock. A Weasley Jock no less. Regardless, she knows how to kiss. She knows that sometimes you deserve longer smooches. She does, however, enjoy cheek kisses. She loves giving cheek kisses. Platonic, romantic, she’s a cheek kisser. She will hug you tight, and plant multiple cheek kisses all over you, when she’s really excited. She’s the child of six older brothers. She’s a bit aggressive, but that’s what made you fall in love with her. Ain’t that right?
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vanillesuiker · 2 months ago
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A mind blowing job (Percy Weasley/fem reader)
Tags: smut, blowjobs, lingerie, overworked Percy Weasley and just general deviousness >:)
A/N: hehe freaky. This was written for my oc, but I edited for an x reader experience. So it might not be the most neutral, but I tried!
Also, some Freaky art drawn by the lovely @bastaardsuiker !! It's not very... risque. So hopefully tumblr won't kill me idk how this works.
This is my first time posting fic on Tumblr (HI!), so if there's something I could do differently in terms of formatting and stuff, please tell me!
Alright now get freaky!
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“I'm almost done, I promise.”
She sighed, staring at the ceiling. Laying in Percy's bed all day while he sat at his desk working on reports for the ministry wasn't exactly what she had planned for today. He was supposed to have a day off, and it was just perfect timing, she just picked up a custom order from a little shop in Diagon Alley. She had planned to change into it quickly when he was clearing his desk up, but at this point it was hard to tell if he would ever get to that.
Instead of showing him what she bought (and hopefully enjoying how much he liked it), she had spent the day helping Molly clean the chicken coop, sitting at a garden table gossiping with Bill and Charlie, and listening in fascination with Arthur to Harry talking about mundane muggle things. And all this time, Percy was just writing away in his room.
The sound of his quill scratching against the parchment was like nails on chalkboard, his quiet muttering while he wrote becoming increasingly frustrating. She felt like a ghost, he seemed to barely notice she was there. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. A devious little idea.
She'd just have to make him remember she was here.
Without trying to be quiet (he wouldn't look anyway, clearly a report on who the responsibility of owl dropping falls to when owls deliver post was more important), she got off the bed, grabbing the brown paper package. Inside was a bundle of dark purple lace, with black ribbons and trims. 
Semi hidden behind a tall, crooked wardrobe, she changed out of her jeans (a new addition that her friends had insisted she looked good in) and Percy's jumper, slipping on the purple dress. It was short, cinching right under her breasts and flowing out from there, and almost completely see through.
She sneaks up behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders. He barely reacts, his quill pausing for only a split second before he continues writing. She leans over, head resting on his shoulder as her hands trail down across his chest. Now he freezes, ink dripping from the quill.
“Almost done?” She whispers, kissing right under his jaw.
“... Almost, I promise.”
She groans, moving her hands back to massage his shoulders. He sighs in response, dropping his quill.
“I've promised that a lot today, haven't I?” Percy mumbles, closing his eyes and letting his head tip back. He looked tired, exhausted even, and suddenly she wasn't angry at him.
Well, maybe a little bit angry at him. But mostly at the ministry, for overworking him so much.
The bags under his eyes were noticeable, his shoulders were so tense, his hair was messy and he somehow still looked so good. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, earning a soft smile from him.
“It was supposed to be your day off today, remember?” Her hands drop from his shoulders again, shamelessly feeling his chest through his dress shirt. “I had plans, Percy.”
He opened his eyes at that, his look of confusion quickly turning into disappointment at himself when he caught just a glimpse of the purple fabric.
“Is that new?”
“Yes, I told you I got something new.” She walks around the chair, and he instinctively pushes it back, making space for her.
“Looks good.” He wanted to hit himself for being so plain about it, but his brain was just fried. She sat down in his lap, straddling him with her hands interlocked behind his neck as she pressed kisses along his jawline.
“You should take a break.” She whispered in his ear, popping one of the buttons of his shirt open. It breaks him, and he finally kisses her.
It's so desperate, from the way he kisses her to the way his hands cling onto her. The entire time he was working, he was so focused on that stupid report that he didn't even realise how tired he was, let alone how badly he needed this. But as soon as her hands made contact with his shoulders, he suddenly couldn't think of anything else.
She opens another button, and then another, kissing down from his jaw to his neck, leaving a trail of red marks down to his chest. Manicured nails rake across his back and he just can't stand it anymore.
With the strength that only desperate Percy has, he picked her up, accidentally knocking against the desk. Something falls over, but he doesn't care, too focused on getting them both to his bed, her giggles muffled by his kiss.
On the bed, she quickly climbs back on top of him, unbuttoning the last buttons of his shirt. Sitting up on her knees, her eyes trail across his body, seemingly not satisfied with the buttons she hadn't undone yet. Before he realised what she was doing, the button of his trousers was popped open, completing her collection.
“Wait…” He whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You don't have to do anything, I was kind of a dick today.”
“My love is unconditional, Percy.” She said proudly, tugging at his pants. “And I want to do this, now lift your hips before I Evanesco these.”
Who was he to refuse that?
All he could do was lay there, watching as she kissed up his thigh, and he almost vanished his boxers himself with how long she was taking. She finally pulled them down, and he was quick to lift his hips again.
For a moment, she just stared at him, hands gripping his thighs. He wasn't sure if he wanted to look away, slightly embarrassed at how easily he got excited by her, but the look on her face was one he'd think about for months from now.
She wraps one hand around him, slowly stroking him while the other hand slid underneath his tank top. His eyes screw shut, giving her the perfect opportunity to take him into her mouth.
He jolts up, hands digging into the mattress as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. His breathing is ragged and his face is completely flushed, the hickeys she sucked into his neck already starting to colour purple. A whimper escapes his lips when she swirls her tongue right around his tip.
She looks at him, a sparkle in her eyes that he knew too well at this point, and slaps a hand over his mouth as she speeds up. A warm hand pushes his hips firmly against the mattress, the other wrapped around him tightly.
“Fuck…” Percy hisses, tilting his head back. “...I don't think I'll… I won't last much longer…”
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She only seems to take his warning as a sign to do more, hollowing her cheeks out as she sucks harder. He's already a moaning, sweaty mess, propped up on one elbow as every curse word he ever held in fell from his lips.
His hips struggle against her hand and his teeth dig into his lip as he tries to stop himself from alerting the entire house of his orgasm. He half expects her to pull away, but she just takes as much of him in as possible, continuing to suck him off until he collapsed onto the bed, weakly tugging at her hair to get her mouth off him.
“Please don't stop, I'm so- fuck, I love you, just don't stop, just-”
With what little strength he has left, he glances at her. Her hair is messed up, one of the straps of her dress hangs off her shoulder, and her lips are red and puffy, something white dripping down from her bottom lip.
“Merlin, I think you've killed me.” Percy mumbles, summoning a cup of water from his desk to her with a lazy wave of his wand.
He lays on his bed motionless, too overstimulated to notice the people outside of his room until the door swings open.
“Guys, mum says we're gonna have dinner outsi- Oh my God that's disgusting!” George makes a grossed out face, turning away from half naked Percy and the literal cum dripping from her mouth.
“I'm so telling mum!” Fred stands in the doorway for just a second longer before slamming the door shut and running down the stairs.
“I wish you could've actually killed me.” Percy groans.
She swishes some water around in her mouth, making a grossed out face when she swallows.
“Yuck, you need to drink less coffee.” She sticks her tongue out, setting the cup down. “And your mum is absolutely going to kill us when the fucking chastity squad reports us.”
Percy chuckles a little, too fucked out to really process the consequences. She lays down next to him, nuzzling her face into his neck. It's a peaceful moment, almost picture perfect if it wasn't for the messed up bed and Percy’s pants on the floor. The cracked open window lets in the calm sounds of the countryside, like the wind rustling the grass and the yells of his brothers who just heard what the twins walked into.
“They were doing WHAT?”
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wisteria-blooms · 1 month ago
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the hogwarts opposition and interrogation society (pt. 1) (prelude)
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"STUCK" DRABBLE SERIES
PAIRING: Percy Weasley & You  TAGS: enemies-to-lovers (soon) A/N: Just a drabble as part of a drabble series to get the creative juices flowing. I feel like I haven't written anything Christmas-themed and it makes me sad. Bill and Charlie up next! Divider credits to @bernardsbendystraws.
SUMMARY: It's the night of the Hogwarts Christmas Fundraiser and you and Percy get into an argument about... well, everything. (762 words)
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the hogwarts opposition and interrogation society (pt. 1) (prelude)
“I told you the silver wouldn’t work. It looks like tin. And it’s clashing with everything. It’s so ugly.”
You were pointing at the stupid, horrific, and grossly-coloured archway that led to the ballroom. The Christmas Fundraiser was tonight and it was a disaster all thanks to one man. Your fiery eyes were trying to burn a hole in Percy Weasley’s thick head and failing because as far as you were concerned, he was all insulation, no brains. 
“And I told you that gold was out of our budget,” Percy countered, his freckled face flush with equal anger.
“How many times have I told you, Percy?” Your voice was growing louder with every sentence. You flung a decorative ribbon out of your hands.The crowd that had formed around you dissipated immediately, running back to their stations to continue eavesdropping at a safe distance. “A Christmas fundraiser is about spirit, not how much we’re over-budget. We can always make it back, but this cheap display isn’t going to make the Malfoys want to empty out their pockets.” 
“Oh, really? Christmas for you is about how much the Malfoy are going to drop into your pathetic plastic container? Newsflash, Lucius Malfoy isn’t going to touch that box with his green velvet glove.”
You balled your hands into fists. One more wrong word out of his mouth and you were going to punch Percy. “We need their support. Their son is coming to Hogwarts next year. They’re going to be looking for any reason to donate.”
“Hold on.” Percy raised his hand, his palm facing you as a way to tell you to shut up. You gritted your teeth; you absolutely hated it when he did this. Percy the power-tripping prat. He could never make you grovel at his stupid, shiny, leather-clad feet. “Who was the person who just said, ‘A Christmas fundraiser is about spirit?’”
You stepped perilously close to Percy. Your expression served as your only weapon for he was freakishly tall. And always perfectly groomed from his hair to his starchy collars which pissed you off even more. “I mean spirit on our side. The Optimization and Improvement Society. Your penny-pinching has hurt everyone's morale.”
“Oh?” Percy guffawed. “Really? Because your proclivity to micromanage every aspect of this event didn’t?”
“Well, let’s take a survey. Everyone’s here, so why not?” You circled around the room for someone to ask, but everyone was working diligently, for some odd reason. You were sure the walls didn’t need dusting. “Let’s ask them how they feel about Percy, the pompous, properly practical, power-tripping, penny-pinching prat.”
He gritted his teeth. “Your alliterations are asinine, (Y/N).”
“You just made one,” you pointed out. “It seems like you’re rather fond of them.”
“Excuse me.”
“What?!” You and Percy yelled at the same time.
The tall, muscular boy was unbothered. You recognized him as Duke, the Slytherin beater. As far as you knew, he was thrown into the Optimization and Improvement Society because he’d accrued far too much detention from bullying other students and needed a different form of remediation. You and Percy complained heavily about it. 
Well, that was one thing that you could agree on. 
“Could I make one suggestion?” Duke asked. 
You crossed your arms. “Sure, Duke.”
“Enlighten us,” Percy said.
“Sometimes, when I get really angry, you know, like, when I lose a Quidditch match, I know I’ve got to make out with someone to calm down.” Before you could ask him what this had to do with anything, he latched one hand on the back of your head, and the other on Percy’s. You lurched forward, falling just mere inches from Percy’s face and his buggy blue eyes. Duke, with his brutal strength, had you locked in. You curled your lips inward, and Percy mirrored your actions. No tonic could ever wash the disgusting taste of Percy’s lips off. 
 “So, you two should make out and get that anger out,” Duke suggested.
A light chorus of giggles and ‘ayes’ rang out in the room. Oh, so now people were listening? Before he could mash your faces together, Duke dropped both of you at the same time. You landed on your elbows and knees but bounced right up with a new fixation: chewing out whoever had voted in favour of Duke suggestion. Percy, on the other hand, was threatening Duke, saying that Snape would be hearing of this incident and dealing with him appropriately. 
You’d never, ever make out with Percy Weasley. Yuck.
But his eyes were kind of pretty up close…
No.
Never. 
Ever.
…Right? 
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we-do-be-writing · 7 months ago
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Talkative People
Percy Weasley x Reader
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It was the first official day of your first year at Hogwarts and the sheer amount of school work you’ve received already is astonishing. So, you made your way to the library for some silence. It was surprisingly busy as you pushed open the heavy doors, mostly upperclassmen occupying the tables.
Scanning over the room, you see a fellow first year student with bright red hair. He’s sitting a few chairs down from his brother, who’s studying in a group of upperclassmen.
Of course you know the boy, it was hard not to when his older brothers basically screeched as he was sorted into Gryffindor. He had a wide smile on his face at the time, but now he’s almost frowning as his eyes run over the book on the table. Glancing around, you can’t see the third Weasley boy, Charlie. Before you can look further, your attention is drawn back to the task of finding a seat when someone clears their throat behind you.
“Sorry” you murmur, taking a couple steps towards Percy Weasley.
You almost feel bad breaking his concentration, but you’re not at Hogwarts to play games. You came to learn, and it seems like this Weasley boy would be a good study partner.
His obvious desire to consume as much information from the book as possible speaks to you. It’s not that you need help necessarily, just someone to hold you accountable so you remember to study. That’s where Percy comes in, sitting in silence on his own, glaring at anyone who raises their voice.
You realize this is a delicate situation, one wrong move and he will disown you from his presence. You’ve seen it at the dinner table in the Great Hall, he strays away from everyone but his brothers. This doesn’t deter you though, finding a reliable study partner at the beginning of school is crucial to a successful education.
So, you stand up as straight as you can and walk towards the boy this red hair. Before he even has a chance to look up at your shadow, you slide into the seat across his. You silently pull out your books, ignoring the way his eyebrow tips up in question.
Giving him a quick smile, you introduce yourself, “I’m Y/n L/n, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Is it?” He questions, “what makes you think I’m interested in meeting you?”
Oof, well that stung a little, but nothing you weren’t semi prepared for.
Folding your hands together on top of your books, you respond, “it’s simple really: you’re not a talkative person, I’m not a talkative person… if we don’t sit together people may think we’re lonely and talk to us.”
Clearly, Percy was not expecting you to talk back, as both his eyebrows raise now.
“It’s psychology,” you continue, “people see someone with a furrowed brow and frown on their lips, like you, and they think the person is struggling, interrupting their concentration to offer help.”
Percy’s eyes lock with yours at the subtle dig you took at him, but you don’t let him reply,
“If we’re both sitting at the same table, with a couple well-placed interactions, people will be more likely to leave us alone as we are here to help each other. Thus, we can focus on studying, as that is the common goal we share.”
He waits a couple seconds, seeing if you have more to say. When you stay silent, he speaks up,
“… I suppose that is sound enough logic, but don’t plan on this being a regular thing.”
You raise your hands in surrender, knowing that you’ve already made plenty of progress for the day.
You quietly open your book and begin to study, not noticing the way Percy’s gaze lingers on you before he goes back to studying.
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After a while, Bill comes over, bag slung over his shoulder.
“Hi Percy, who’s this?” He asks, gesturing to you.
Percy releases a sigh at the distraction, so you take the initiative to respond to Bill yourself,
“Y/n L/n, a pleasure to meet you…?”
“Bill, Bill Weasley, and this is Percy, though I’m sure he told you.” Bill raises an eyebrow at his younger brother, who chooses to ignore it.
You just hum in response, causing Bill to shake his head with a smile at his brother’s cold shoulder.
“Well, I hate to interrupt, but dinner has started.”
Percy snaps his book shut and carefully places all his items into his bag. He looks at you as you stand from your seat.
“It has been an honor studying with the great Percy Weasley,” you tease, bowing towards him. Lifting your head, you see him roll his eyes, but his cheeks tinge with red.
Before he can come up with a response, you wave goodbye, walking away from the table and out of the library.
Percy huffs in frustration that he wasn’t able to quip back. Bill snorts a little before covering his mouth, but Percy still gives him a little shove, speedily walking from his brother’s knowing eyes.
~~~~~
It’s been a couple days since you last saw Percy in the library. Surprisingly enough, you’ve actually been seeing him more often following his roommate Oliver Wood, who’s following his brother Charlie Weasley. You didn’t take Percy as the type to follow Quidditch, though based on the way he continues to have his nose buried in a book while he trails along, it doesn’t seem like he’s all that interested.
Nonetheless, it’s not like you’ve been waiting with baited breath till the day you study with him again. You have other things to do, like getting to know your own roommates. You’ve decided that talking with them about classes, specifically the material each of you remember, is a good way to study as well.
But now, you are back in the library, sitting at the edge of a table with the hopes of deterring too many people from crowding around. So far, so good, as you flip through pages and make notes in the margins.
Suddenly, a shadow looms from the person standing on the other side of the table. Looking up, you see a somewhat red Percy Weasley looking down at you. You pretend not to notice the tight grip he has on his bag, or the way he wrings it with nerves.
“Hello” you greet him, raising your eyebrows expectantly.
He clears his throat, “May I sit?”
Now this is unexpected and you have to decide if it’s worth the risk of teasing him or just let him do as he wishes. After minimal thought, you can’t help but slide a little tease in…
“I was under the impression that you were only interested in a one-time fling.”
Percy’s eyes widen and his cheeks flush, but he quickly regains his composure and sends a glare your way.
“I would not call it a fling of any means,” he scorns, “if I am not welcome, then I will leave.”
You reach out a hand, grabbing the strap of his bag, your fingers just barely missing his.
“You’re always welcome, no need to ask, Merlin knows I didn’t when I joined you”
You let go of his bag, gesturing for him to sit across from you. He huffs a little, but settles into the seat and pulls out his books.
“No, you didn’t ask.” He remarks before zeroing in on his own notes.
You fight down a smile and try to go back to studying. Although he can be a little brash, you must admit that seeing him lock in helps you find your concentration. This lasts a good half an hour or so before Bill comes in with his upperclassman friends.
“Percy, Y/n, how nice to see you both here together again.” He pats Percy on the shoulder as he passes by, giving him a not so subtle wink.
You pretend that you didn’t see it, flipping to the next page in your book for effect. However, when Percy rolls his eyes at his brother, you decide it’s a good time for a break.
“Have you studied much since the other day?”
Percy looks to you, “yes I have,” he replies curtly.
Not an unexpected response, but you’re feeling reckless, so you keep your eyes locked, waiting for him to continue.
He sighs, “Unfortunately, not as much as I would have liked. My brother Charlie has been trying to pique my interest with Quidditch.”
“Any luck?”
“None if he wants me to play, but I suppose I don’t mind watching.” He shrugs, breaking eye contact as he rubs his fingers against the quill in his hand.
“Personally, I enjoy hearing about the mechanics of the game.” You mention, which Percy hums in what you assume is agreement.
Once again, you are presented with an opportunity to push the limits of your… relationship with Percy. You could ask him to accompany you to a game, as the first one of the year is coming soon.
Before you can think about it further, Percy’s gaze snaps back up to you. The intensity of his eyes sends a shock through you and your eyebrows furrow in silent question.
“Charlie… he is especially excited about the first game of the year, wants me to come watch.”
Your eyes narrow just the tiniest bit, “well it is an important game.”
Deciding to treat the situation as you would with a nervous animal, you let the boy come to you. He seems to have other plans though, losing the intense energy and snapping his book shut.
“I- uh, suppose I should get going…” he doesn’t offer any further explanation and you try not to swoon at his suddenly shy nature.
“Alright,” you reply, “I’ve got a little more to do, but it was nice to study with you, Percy.”
He pauses at the way his name sounds on your voice and you have to rest your chin in your hand to hide your smile. He nods stiffly, going to walk by the edge of the table.
You once again reach out and stop him before he can fully pass you. He looks down at you from the side of his eye, biting his lip a little.
“I’ll see you at the game,” you say, finally letting your smile show.
He blinks a couple times, heat rising to his face. You bring your hand back to the table, turning to the books in front of you.
Percy releases an audible breath before continuing on his way, looking down to hide the smile breaking across his lips.
Little does he know, you couldn’t concentrate the rest of your time at the library, daydreaming about when you’ll see him next.
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atypicalamortentia · 1 year ago
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Harry Potter Masterlist
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Fics:
Tom Riddle:
Riddles Diary - One. || Two.
Lord Voldemort:
Agreement. 🌶️
The Forest. 🌶️
Draco Malfoy:
My Girl.
Lucius Malfoy:
The Proposition - One. 🌶️ || Two. 🌶️
Severus Snape:
Firsts. 🌶️
Sex Pollen. - One. 🌶️ || Two. 🌶️
Percy Weasley:
Disappear - One. 🌶️ || Two. 🌶️
Christmas Present. 🌶️
Out Of Bed. 🌶️
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ginevrapng · 2 years ago
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i just know that, at one point, every weasley would fancy a slytherin and then get pissed off about it
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