#Percy Weasley x reader

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Fake Dates & Family Dinners | Percy Weasley x F!Reader

Description: Fed up of his brother’s teasing, Percy enlists the help of a friend to act as his girlfriend during a family dinner.

Warnings: food + eating, cheesy, female pronouns (let me know what i’ve missed)

authors note: fuck it *posts fic i promised a year ago*

It's a short walk from the apparation point to the front door of the burrow, a stroll really. (Y/N) eyes everything around her in unbridled awe, the tree swing made from an old broom stick and dirt path snaking towards the small pond she recalls from Percy’s stories.

She tries now to pull them from him again, anything to ease the nerves that have taken up in his body at the sight of the lopsided house growing closer upon approach.

She toys with the idea of taking his hand, clenched a mere few millimetres from her own by their sides, easing his fingers flat and linking them with her own, squeezing to remind him that, somehow, his ludicrous plan will work.

Ludicrous, but in some twisted way it is genius, because it was designed by him.

He was similarly awkward when he first told her, the bell above the door drawing her eyes to him as it has million times before only to give way to a sheepish wreck of man, starting with apologies before even saying hello. A startling transformation from the level-headed, ministry employee who first walked into her book shop a year before.

Still he explained his predicament, that, in desperate need for peace from his brothers teasing, he blurted out a declaration of a relationship that did not, in fact, exist, and with it, her name.

“You told your family that we’re dating?”

“Your name just slipped out,” He admitted sheepishly, “Like some instinct I never knew I had.”

She's still telling herself that she’s just his most recent friend, or that her name slipped out because he knew she’d help him, anything to dismiss the fuzzy feeling in her chest.

Still, she agreed to do him the favour, and the honour, of being his fraudulent girlfriend and he laid out his plan, one sure to save him from brotherly teasing and motherly matchmaking attempts for at least a month or so.

All they need to do is make it through dinner.

They made rules of course, sat down together days ago and wrote them out on a scrap piece of parchment, no doubt tucked somewhere in one of Percy’s pockets as a reminder, as if he might forget, as if Percy Weasley has ever forgotten a rule.

Still, written in his usual haphazard handwriting, molded from years of frantic note taking, they agreed on the following:

Hand holding ✓

Kissing ✗ ( no matter how much the twins pester )

Pet names ✓ (Sweet Cheeks, Pumpkin, Freckles, Darling✓)

Even at the top of the list, hand-holding with no one to witness, with no benefit to the ruse, feels too intimate and so (Y/N) keeps her hand hidden in her pockets all the way to the front door, resisting the temptation.

“Are you ready?”

Facing him, (Y/N) traces his face for the concern he hasn’t let slip in his voice, the subtle scrunch of his brows illuminated by the flickering lamp screwed above the door as the sun begins to set. She breathes out a small laugh, shaking her head.

“Are you?”

She pulls her hands free to fix his collar with a disapproving tut, muttering about how he’s going to give them away instantly looking like such a nervous mess. He watches her as her fingers straighten the knot of his tie in stunned silence, gulping softly as she rambles.

“I mean honestly- weren’t you head boy?” She shakes her head, “Surely dinner with your family will be a breeze.”

“It’s different with family,” He manages, regretting it only when her hands freeze in surprise and he’s suddenly compelled to joke his way awkwardly out of it. “Especially with the twins… they’ll tease me for the rest of my life if they find out this isn’t real and I suspect I’ll be getting enough of that from you anyway.”

She chuckles.

“The chances are pretty high,” She agrees, “But don’t worry about them, you’ve got me tonight.”

“I suppose I do.”

Her hands are still on the curve of shoulders when the door swings open, breaking their locked eyes and causing the goofy quirk in their smiles to drop as they spring apart.

“I knew I heard someone outside!” Mrs Weasley’s voice announces, “You must be freezing-”

Percy recovers first, clearing his throat and straightening in an almost professional manner that makes the blush taking front on his cheeks look ridiculous. His mother, smirking subtly, gives him a look that only makes it worse.

“Sorry, dears,” She smiles warmly, “I never meant to interrupt…”

“You didn’t,” Percy assures quickly, “I was just about to knock.”

“Good evening, Mrs Weasley,” (Y/N) greets, smiling sheepishly by Percy’s side, “I’m (Y/N).”

“Of course!” Mrs Weasley beams, “We’ve all been excited to finally meet you- Percy’s been quite secretive you know.”

(Y/N) grins back at Percy, nudging him with her elbow as they’re led into the house by his mother. He rolls his eyes as he pulls off his coat, holding his arm out for hers and hanging them by the door.

“Anyway, you’re here now,” Mrs Weasley concludes, “Dinner is just about ready so we’re all in the kitchen- come on,”

She’s already starting down the corridor and Percy nods (Y/N) forward with her, gulping to himself as they approach the room full of laughter, instantly met by the greetings of Percy’s red-headed family.

Percy is pulled into a sea of open arms, met with cheerful hellos and haphazard hugs across tables before returning to (Y/N)s side apologetically, straightening his glasses with a sheepish smile.

“Look who finally arrived- we’ve been waiting hours to meet your special someone,”

Nudged childishly with an approving snigger by his mirror-image, (Y/N) recognises him as one of the twins. She hears the slightest of sighs from Percy’s lips and catches his eyes roll with familial affection.

“This is (Y/N),” He introduces, throat catching on the title that comes next, “My girlfriend...”

“Nice to meet you,” (Y/N) smiles politely, feeling suddenly victim to Percy’s nerves under the watchful gaze of his family. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All good things,” Mr Weasley smiles from the end of the table, “I hope.”

“Oh, of course,” She assures, “I feel like I’ve been here a million times before just from his stories… you have a wonderful home.”

Mrs Weasley, a dish hovering above her wand as she slips behind them, breathes out a soft chuckle, warming at the compliment before instructing to them their seats.

Percy cringes at the places left, across from the Cheshire Cat grins of Fred and George. As he pulls a chair for (Y/N), he finds himself fixing them a stern warning glance that sends him momentarily back to his head-boy days.

“Thanks, Darling,”

He blinks in surprise as it hit his ears, startled for a second at hearing it aloud, no longer confined to the small crumbled note in his back pocket. (Y/N) smiles up at him, a smile he’s used to, a smile that’s greeted him a million times before each time he steps into the shop.

He feels that ease of familiarity unfurl in his chest again, nodding subtly before taking his seat beside her.

“This all looks lovely, Mrs Weasley,”

“Thank you, Dear,” Mrs Weasley beams, “Help yourself- quickly, before they take the lot.”

(Y/N) does as instructed, joining the mild chaos, in the most affection way, that is a Weasley family dinner. Percy, watching her almost in awe, nearly misses his chance at the potatoes, only realising as she’s spooned some knowingly onto his plate.

He’s glad for the initial distraction of the food’s arrival, then, for the dull clink of cutlery and the occasional compliments to the chef as the meal begins. Anything to drag the attention from himself, the eyes watching in wonder, sparkling with what he knows well as mischief.

For a while, Fred and George’s animated stories from the store allow him to slip into a false hope that perhaps the evening will go smoother than he’s imagined, perhaps he’ll be able to avoid any questions about his fraudulent relationship all together

However, it’s his father who shatters his false sense of safety, filling a lull in conversation with the topic everyone’s been waiting for.

“So, (Y/N),” Mrs Weasley begins, “All we’ve gotten out of Percy is that you have a store yourself. What’s that like?”

“I love my little shop,” She admits honestly, “I’ve always loved to read… you can hardly tell my flat from the store I've that many books, so it’s my ideal career, really.”

It’s the safest question anyone could ask, Percy realises. He loves to hear her talk of books, to see how animated and bright her face becomes, as though she’s brimming with so much passion it overflows. He thinks back to weekday evenings, just before closing, listening as she rambles about her latest read.

“It’s actually where I met Perce,” She adds, startling him as she turns to face him, “Right?”

“Eh, yes,” He blushes, “It was.”

“He came in like five minutes before closing, stressed out of his box- I brought my wand out thinking he was in some sort of danger-“

“I wasn’t that bad,” He argues.

“I thought you were being chased, Freckles.” She grins, “Turns out he was just in desperate need of a book on pixies.”

“My flat was becoming overrun,” He defends, though a grin has begun to twitch at his lips, “You felt bad for me, made me a cup of tea while you went to find them… then you read them with me for a few hours until we decided the best way to get rid of them.”

He can remember it so clearly, her hand dipped into her robes, eyes wide with shock. He was exhausted, desperate for a moment's peace from the pixie giggles in his floorboards.

Part of him was always hoping she forgot about his terrible first impression, but now, something in his chest warms at her recollection of it and the amused twinkle in her eyes as they hold his.

“Romantic,” George chuckles across the table, breaking their shared moment, “Could have guessed he’d pick a girl up at the bookstore.”

“Oh leave them be,” Mrs Weasley dismisses scoldingly, “It’s a very sweet story, Dear,”

“Thanks, Mum,”

“Aw, you’re all red, Perce,”

Part of him hates how quickly meals around the family dinner table make him feel like an awkward teen again, as if he hasn’t a full time job and a flat of his own. Then again, beside him, his fake girlfriend makes him feel utterly, helplessly boyish in away only a pretty girl ever could and in a way she never has before.

“Oh, leave them be,” Mrs Weasley scolds suddenly, to Percy’s, admittedly disbelieving, relief. “At least let them finish their dinner first.”

.

“Merlin,” (Y/N) says, the delight of a smile in her voice, “Look at your hair.”

Percy grimaces as his eyes land on the picture, promoted by the soft nudge of (Y/N)’s elbow against his side. He should have known the photo album would star in the after-dinner events.

“Thank you, George,” Percy looks up across the room, “The photo album was an inspired idea.”

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

Percy rolls his eyes before returning them to the album on (Y/N)’s lap. He chances a glance up to her face, her lips-parted in delighted awe with smiling eyes as she turns the pages with a gentle touch to the ageing paper.

“Are you studying… at Christmas?”

Blushing as her eyes meet his, caught in his observations, he clears his throat before following her finger to the picture in question. He’s maybe fifteen in it , scowling over the top of a textbook, displeased at being disrupted, or perhaps at the flimsy paper crown balanced precariously on his mop of red curls, procured from some Christmas cracker and undoubtedly placed upon his head against his will.

“Yes... “ Percy admits sheepishly, “It is.

“Christmas?” She repeats softly in disbelief. “Percy…”

“He was always studying,” Mrs Weasley sighs. “Always working too hard - that’s why we’re all so glad he’s got someone looking after him now.”

(Y/N) smiles over at her fake boyfriend, sneaking her hand into his and squeezing it gently. Mrs Weasley eyes the interaction with a mischievous look in her eyes.

Even as the conversation moves on, and long past the retirement of the photo album, their hands stay joined. His thumb traces back and forth over her knuckles as they listen to the other talk and occasionally (Y/N) glances down and wonders if it's a conscious decision, specifically designed to stir butterflies in her chest, because he’s certainly doing a good job of it.

It’s late into the night when they stand to make their goodbyes. Percy is left startled by the cold absence of (Y/N)‘s hand as she’s pulled into a chain of hugs and promises of next times.

It’s George who claps him on the shoulder on the way out of the living room, grinning on his way past.

“She’s lovely, Perce.” He says, “Perfect for you, actually.”

“Yeah…” Percy glances over at his friend, her head flung back with a laugh at some joke Ginny is telling, and his lips quirk into a small, proud smile at the sight of her. “She’s pretty great, isn’t she?”

George rolls his eyes at the smitten look on his older brother’s face, that only softens more when (Y/N) meets his eyes and grins. George pulls him into a hug, then slips around him into the hall.

“Night,” He says, “Loverboy.”

After more goodbyes than (Y/N) can count, she finally finds herself back by Percy’s side, searching, on some strange new instinct, for his hand. When she finds it, she smiles up at him and he feels that warm rush again.

“It’s lovely to have met you, (Y/N).” Mrs Weasley smiles from beside Mrs Weasley. “I hope we haven’t put you off with all the ruckus.”

“Oh, never.” (Y/N) assures. “I’ve had such a nice time, and the food was amazing - The cheesecake will be in my dreams for years to come.”

“Oh you should have said, there’s plenty left over.” Mrs Weasley says, with a strange edge to her voice that makes Percy give her a look of subtle suspicion. “Arthur will take you through to grab a few slices if you like.”

“Huh?” Mr Weasley blinks in surprise, “Oh, of course.”

“Really?” (Y/N) asks in surprise, “That’s so kind.”

Mr Weasley nods the young woman down the hall and Percy’s brows twitch with disappointment as (Y/N) disappears from his side. Mrs Weasley gives him a knowing smile and he can’t help but gulp nervously.

“She’s a lovely girl, Percy.”

“Yes,” Percy agrees, clearing his throat awkwardly. “She is.”

“You look wonderful together.”

“Thank you,” Percy says. “I’m glad you think so.”

His mother’s eyes narrow just slightly and Percy shifts uncomfortably under her scrutinising look. For a second he tries convincing himself that she’s bluffing, that she knows nothing.

But this is a woman who raised six trouble-making children, and when she folds her arms and tilts her head towards him, she knows he’s been caught and his shoulders sink disappointedly.

This must be how Fred and George felt their entire adolescence.

“You know.” He exhales. “How do you know?”

“I’m your mother, Dear.” She says, “I know everything.”

He manages a small laugh, exhaled from his nose. She places a hand on his arm, squeezing as she used to when he was little, when his siblings were teasing him, or when he wasn’t happy with his grades.

“Why did you feel the need to make up a relationship, Percy?” She asks softly. “I hope I wasn’t putting any pressure one you-“

“No,” Percy assures sheepishly, “I just needed a break from Fred and George constantly teasing me about being single… I guess I’ve not quite grown out of getting wound up by them yet.”

Mrs Weasley manages a chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. She lifts her hand to cup Percy’s cheek, unable to resist the urge to then straighten his lopsided glasses.

“What silly children I have.” She shakes her head with a sigh. “But, I’ll give you that you certainly fooled your brothers.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re all too young to know the difference between the look of someone in love, and the look of someone still falling.” Mrs Weasley says, “And you were falling in love tonight, Percy, you know that, don’t you?”

Percy feels his cheeks warming. He glances subsconscious down the hall, where he can hear (Y/N) laughing. He thinks back to the living room, their joined hands and secret glances, that warm feeling in his chest everytime she smiled at him.

He nods.

“I think so.”

The chatter down the hall begins to get closer and Mrs Weasley smiles sympathetically at her red faced son.

“I meant what I said though,” She adds. “I like her and she’s great for you, Dear. It’s nice to see you having fun, getting up to nonsense for a change.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about that compliment.”

Behind Mrs Weasley, (Y/N) appears from the kitchen, holding the box of cheesecake in the air excitedly. Percy can’t help but grin at her excitement, and how his father seems just as excited for her.

“I secured the goods.” She jokes, “Thank you so much, Mrs Weasley! For the cake and for the lovely evening.”

“No need to thank me.” Mrs Weasley chuckles, pulling the young woman into a hug. “We hope to see you again soon.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Get home safe.” Mr Weasley nods. “And enjoy the cake.”

Percy opens the door, the cool night air calming his warm cheeks. He gives his dad a final hug, and then, with a final sheepish look, he turns to his mother.

“Thanks, Mum.”

“Goodnight, Dear,” She sighs quietly. “and she’s falling in love too, you know.”

She lets him go then, a mischievous look in her eyes once more as she waves them out the door. Percy, a little dazed by this final conclusion, allows (Y/N) to lead him down the path with their arms linked as she calls a soft final goodbye to his parents.

The moon is large in the cloudless sky and it illuminates their path with subtle pale light. The stars are extraordinary here, without street lights and headlights. (Y/N) beams up at them as they walk, but Percy can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from her.

“My mum knew.” He blurts after a moment, causing (Y/N) to slow to a stop. “That we were faking it.”

“Oh no.” (Y/N) says. “I’m sorry… she must be annoyed.”

“I think she found it rather funny, actually.” Percy smiles a little. “And she really likes you, regardless.”

“Yeah?” (Y/N)‘a face brightens, proud of this. “I’m glad, I was really worried she wouldn’t.”

“Really?”

“She’s you mum, and she’s important to you… of course I want her to like me.”

She says it’s so flippantly, but it makes Percy feel close to melting. He doesn’t think she notices when she takes his hand this time, beginning to lead them towards the apparition point again.

“It was still a good night though, wasn’t it?” She rambles softly, “And I am obsessed with this cheese cake- we should go back to the shop and eat it there, if you like-“

“Can I kiss you?”

(Y/N) freezes, turning to face Percy in surprise. He’s blushing, she can see it even under only the light of the moon, the red rushing to his cheeks and engulfing his freckles one by one. She feels herself growing just as flustered, gulping to herself.

“What?”

“I- I think, maybe, the reason I blurted your name out when the twins were teasing me was because I’ve been wanting this for a while.” He admits, “and mortifyingly, my mother made me realise that today and I’ve decided nothing can really be as embarrassing as that, so I’m asking you if I can kiss you…please.”

She bites her lip to hide the smirk threatening to take over at his ever so polite rambling. With one hand still held in his, the other holding the leftover cheesecake, she slips her fingers from his and lifts her hand to rest on his chest. .

“But Sweet Cheeks,” She says, batting her lashes innocently, head tilting teasingly to the side. “That's against our rules, and I know how much you like your rules.”

With the realisation he’s being teased, he rolls his eyes and dips his free hand into his pocket for his little post-it note of rules, crumpling it into a ball with a half hearted look of annoyance that makes her laugh.

“I’m sure I’ll live with breaking this one.”

(Y/N) smirks at the cheesiness of the statement, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You dork.”

Sighing, he pulls her in with his hands on her waist, a smirk of his own beginning at the sound of her hitched breath. She glances from his eyes to his lips, biting her own in nervous anticipation.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes please.”

She leans in first, lips finding his softly, moving slowly, tentatively. She expects it to feel odd, to kiss her closest friend, but something clicks, falling into place and she finds herself pulling him closer somewhat needily with her hand behind his head. He’s just as quick to return the sentiment.

They pull apart breathlessly, and Percy finds himself wondering how they’ve deprived themselves of such a pleasure for so long. Her own surprise morphs into a short laugh.

“We’re removing the no kissing rule.” She decides. “That’s going to have to be a regular thing.”

“Oh, definitely.” He agrees with a laugh. “Pumpkin.”

Her head dips back with a laugh and he prides himself in being the cause of such a reaction. He can’t help but steal another kiss when she straightens again, feeling her smile beneath his lips.

“Let’s go back to the shop and eat cheesecake.” He says. “It can be our first real date.”

Stepping back, (Y/N) glances down at the cheek cake still balanced on one hand, slightly crushed from their kiss. Another laugh escapes her, but she’s nodding, reaching for his hand again.

“That sounds like a perfect first real date.”

[lumosflairr]

How do you think the Weasley boys (or the twins and Ron) would react to people thinking they're related to reader just because they have similar hair color? Or to people trying (and failing) to flirt with reader?

How the Weasley Boys would react to people attempting to flirt with you !

Characters included in this are: Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Ron Weasley.

word count: 957

I chose people attempting to flirt with reader if thats okay :)

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Bill is relaxed and self-assured. He’s the kind of man who knows he has your heart, so when someone tries to flirt with you, he doesn’t get jealous—he gets smug. He’ll stand nearby, arms crossed, an amused brow raised as he watches the poor attempt unfold. Once he’s had enough, he’ll stroll over and press a slow kiss to your temple, arm sliding around your waist like it’s second nature. Then he’ll smile at the person and say smoothly,

“Brave of you to try, mate. But I’m afraid they’ve already got someone to fall asleep next to for the rest of their life.”

Then he’ll guide you away like the gentleman he is, whispering in your ear,

“You’re trouble, love. Even when you’re doing nothing at all.”

—

Charlie doesn’t get jealous. But he’s deeply entertained when someone thinks they’ve got a shot with you. He leans against a nearby surface, arms crossed, watching the flirt fail with that dragon-tamer glint in his eye. When it starts getting too bold, he steps forward with a lazy swagger and plants a possessive kiss on your cheek.

With a grin, he’ll say to the poor soul:

“Nice try, really. But this one? They like someone who can wrestle a dragon and win. Better luck next time, yeah?”

To you, he’ll mutter with a wink as he walks you away:

“You really ought to come with a warning label, sweetheart.”

—

Percy’s whole body tenses the moment he realizes someone’s flirting with you. He’s not jealous, but he’s very proper—and seeing someone blatantly disrespecting the fact that you’re taken makes him seethe in a quiet, awkward way. He’ll approach quickly, adjusting his glasses.

Clearing his throat loudly, he says with sharp politeness,

“Excuse me. They’re clearly spoken for. Kindly take your misplaced enthusiasm elsewhere.”

Then, turning to you with flushed cheeks and tight posture, he’ll say,

“Honestly, some people have no concept of boundaries. Are you alright, my love?”

—

Fred lives for chaos, so he watches the failed flirting attempt with glee. He may even start whispering awful pick-up lines behind the flirter’s back just to trip them up. Eventually, when he’s thoroughly entertained himself, he’ll saunter over and wrap his arm around your shoulders dramatically.

“Oi! This one’s got a type—tall, handsome, funny, brilliant… basically me. Hate to break it to you, but you don’t stand a chance.”

He’ll grin widely, then lean close to whisper with a chuckle,

“You were so close to trading me in. I was terrified.”

—

George lets it happen for a moment or two. But once you catch his eye and raise an eyebrow, he’s on the move. He’ll appear behind you, arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. He’ll meet the flirter’s eyes and grin.

“You’re wasting your breath, mate. They’ve already got someone who can make them laugh until they cry and snog them breathless in one go.”

Then, to you—loud enough for them to hear—he’ll murmur:

“Tell me again how I got so damn lucky.”

—

Ron is not smooth about it—at all. His immediate reaction is full-body discomfort and that signature Weasley blush. He watches from afar, hands twitching at his sides, until his frustration boils over. Then he storms over, red in the ears and ready to brawl.

“Oi! Back off, yeah? That’s my girlfriend!”

He grabs your hand, leading you away quickly, grumbling under his breath.

“Dunno what they thought they were doing. You’d never go for someone like that, would you?”

When you reassure him, he softens, squeezing your hand.

“Just… don’t look at anyone else like that, alright? I’d go mad.”

[ria-likestowrite]

dating a weasley feels like:

Author's note: I didn't write for all the Weasleys cause I don't really know the personalities of all of them that well. Anyways, this headcanon includes Ron, Fred, George, and Percy. Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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Ron:

Feels cheesy and cliché but it's okay cause you both love it.

He would share his food with you, but only you.

It was a little awkward when you two first met

You were in detention and he was too

there was only you and him cleaning the potions class in a really weird silence

until he said "hm, hey, im ron"

and you responded with "i know" because everybody knows who's ron

and then he overshared the reason why he was there and you did too. That day you both overshared a lot like you already knew his deepest fears with just 30 minutes of talking.

Things would happen rather quickly, after detention, the trio became a quartet

and ron and his stupid way of always making you laugh couldn't get out of your head

luckily, he couldn't get you and your pretty smile out of his head either

hermione helped him confess his love, and she was so happy that her best friend found someone

he came in a suit, flowers, and chocolate, i told you he was cliché

there wouldn't be many fights since you both were pretty chill

Fred:

The goofiest relationship

You were his best friend for years until he started seeing you with different eyes

he always looked at you like family

until the day you took the blame from a stupid prank you didn't even participate in just so he could go to Hogsmeade

after that, he noticed how much you cared for him and he started caring for you, more than a friend would

before asking you out he would just mindlessly flirt with you until George couldn't take it anymore

"For merlin's sake Fred, just take her out already"

"That's actually a good idea, what do you think Y/N?"

your first thought it was a stupid prank until he took you out to see the stars and confessed the "weird thing" you make his heart feel

there would be some fights here and there when his jokes go too far but nothing so serious

George:

it would be surprisingly romantic

he would joke around, of course, is gearge after all

but every time he saw a flower that reminded him of you he would buy it and leave a note saying "this flower is pretty, but you're prettier <3"

would always walk around with his arms around your shoulder and tell everyone how his girlfriend is awesome

you met in the library

you were trying to study and george weasley couldn't shut up

he saw that you were getting mad and thought about continuing what he was doing since you kinda looked cute angry

but then he saw how frustrated you actually were and he told fred to shut up too

after that every time you passed through the halls he would help carry your bag until he finally asked you to go to Hogsmeade with him

there would be only really stupid fights, like what ice cream flavor is the best.

Percy:

a chill guy with ironic marks

things can sometimes fall into a routine, but it is never boring

he is willing to help you with anything

would give you space when you need it

is good in advice, you can tell him anything and he always understands you

you two met due to a professor asking him to tutor you since you were failing

it was nice cause he could explain things without making you feel dumb

and he wasn't judging you when you asked if he could explain things all over again

just like he wouldn't be so mad about how you can't concentrate on things for too long

he would make some jokes so he could see you smile, even if he is really bad at telling jokes

he fell for you when you came running to him thanking him for "saving your academic life"

he would just ask you on a date naturally

you would be walking with him to your next class and he would just say "I think we should go out. I mean a date."

[vanillesuiker]

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.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings With A Chubby Partner

Yes I’m projecting. Shush. It’s hard to lose weight when you have heart problems lemme have this

Warnings: 16+ There isn’t any sex, but there will be sexual themes. Also talks about fat phobia, bullying and such. Along with a small bit of food struggles and topics of eating problems

Writing Comission’s Open

William ‘Bill’

There is just something so nice about it. He himself is a, rather, thin and lanky man. The job quite literally sucks the life out of you. So you are always such a massive comfort to him. How you are able to help him stay so warm, and how he can just wrap his arms around you. Let his bones rest, after a long day, and embrace you. To be able to share a big meal with you, and have it adored. Since being a curse breaker is so draining, it’s a given that comfort food is left and right. So there’s something so kind in sharing it with someone, instead of eating alone. There is also something so thrilling about it all. Whenever the full moon comes around, and he has handfuls to enjoy. To have so much flesh and skin to bite and claw at. Make sure everyone’s knows who you belong to. He likes it, he won’t lie. Especially the morning cuddles. Letting his head rest on your soft chest, and holding you close. Fingers tracing the scars he’s left behind. It’s soothing, to the wolf in ginger clothing

Charlie

Oh he loves himself someone with meat on their bones. He himself has some too. Muscle is tense when flexed. When it’s not? SQUISH. So he damn well knows that just because someone’s got some extra squish, it doesn’t mean they aren’t able to still kick your ass. Oh he loves himself a partner that’s got meat on the bone. Mans is always behind you, with his hands on your stomach. Playful squishes. Never to insult. Just always very all mine. Not to mention a good excuse to show off his cooking skills. You gotta be creative when always camping. Finally someone to enjoy the meat he always endlessly has. That’s something he loves. Sharing food. Especially meat. Oh you bet your ass there’s alot of meat in your future. Along with aggressive claiming, and not being just a man who watches dragons breed. He’s gotta claim his own mate, and enjoy all that they can give. What can he say? He’s about as much dragon as he was Weasley. He likes em big, warm, and dangerous. The fact you thought it was smart to date him? Oh yeah. You are dangerous alright.

Percy

He’s a bit of a mama’s boy, so having a partner on the softer side certainly isn’t the worse. Not to mention there is a strange pride to it all. That his job is high paying enough to never have to worry about food. Every Weasley has money paranoia. Even the twins, despite their beautiful jobs. There is extreme comfort in knowing neither of you need to worry. That you can be on the softer side. It helps him sleep at night. To hold you close, see your sleeping face, and hug you. Feel how warm and soft you are. To know he is able to provide enough that you didn’t have to become dangerously thin. It’s a sign of pride, really. To know he can support his family. Make sure all he cares about is happy, and safe.

Fred

Twins, of the Wizard kind, share it all. Such as the enjoyment of someone soft. Fred sure does like to show you off, in a sense. To brag about how pretty you are, and how much you joy you bring. He’s similar to Charlie, in a sense it’s hard for him to not keep his hands on you. He just loves the security of it. The feeling of love. It’s soothing to him. To just hug you, and you hug back, promising to never let go. How you give him this comforting weight, as you cuddle. It helps ground him. Brings him back to earth again. His big, sweet, security blanket. He also adores cooking for you. He picked it up from Molly. He was the one who cooks, and George is the one who bakes. Nothing screams home more than cooking for someone. Expect lots of it from him. No hungry mouths in his house!

George

Very similar to his twin. You provide him a security, and comfort. But, they don’t always share everything. Especially not after the war. He can understand the insecurity. Missing a ear isn’t exactly hard to miss, especially since the spell that took it is famous for leaving deep gashes. It can be nauseous. Having people stare at you, for only doing so much as existing. He can tell the difference in the looks. He knows. And he knows he can hold onto you close, and find support. Along with someone who would enjoy his baking skills. Someone to share his love again. It’s hard to live with out a twin, but having you in the kitchen with him lightens the load by a lot. Like he never left. Your sweet teddy bear. His favorite co-baker

Ron

What can he say? He likes someone who likes to eat. When you grow up with food being scarce, you develop some food paranoia. Can you blame him? He is rather self conscious about it. Always teased for eating so much. You understand him though, and he understands you. You learn to appreciate food, when it can be hard to get any. Never fear about your eating habits around him. He’s more than happy to share a big meal with you. There’s a comfort in talking over tea with someone. To snack and snuggle after a long day. He gets it. Life is to short to worry about people’s views. Never know when you can’t even get food. Find pleasure in the little things

Ginny

As a Quidditch star, she definitely has to eat alot to fill in her calories. Like a lot a lot. So having someone who can keep up? She finds it fun. She also damn well knows that a little extra padding on the hips is not a death sentence, or even remotely means you are unfit. She sees so many different types of athletes, and grew up with family who all played Quidditch. She knows where muscle and fat goes. Like how Bill needs to keep up his calories for his job, why Charlie had more muscle in his legs while the twins have it in their arms. She knows how the body works a little better than most. So she damn well knows her athletic butt adores your squishy one. To come home, shower, and just slam her face into your stomach. Groaning about her aching muscles, as she snuggles into you. Able to enjoy how soft you are, and the emotional support it gives her. You are just perfect in her big brown eyes.

[georgeplease]

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.

[yasministration]

percy weasley m.list

ˋ°•*⁀➷ navigation // ꩜ smut, ❀ fluff, 𖤓 angsty/angry, 𖤐 funny

✩ just a swim - Percy’s partner tries to get him to break a couple of rules (❀𖤐)

✩ how they react when you’re in the mood (꩜)

[ambitiouspotions]

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

[ravenclaws-stuff]

Here is a list of all the characters I write for. I will also post a list of all the prompts I do. Please request any if you would like🩶💚

Harry Potter

Marauder Era

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Sirius Black

Barty Crouch Jr

Golden Era

Gryffindor

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Seamus Finnegan

Dean Thomas

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Lee Jordan

Oliver Wood

Colin Creevey

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Percy Weasley

Slytherin

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Adrian Pucey

Other

Roger Davies

Children Era

Teddy Lupin

James Sirius Potter

Scorpius Malfoy

Hugo Weasley

Albus Potter

Fred Weasley

Black Clover

Black Bulls

Asta

Finral

Zora

Gauche

Magna

Luck

Henry

Nacht

Golden Dawn

Yuno

Langris

William

Klaus

Silver Eagle

Nozel

Crimson Lions

Fuegoleon

Leopold

Coral Peacocks

Kirsch

Aqua Deer

Rill

Naruto

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Sai

Shikamaru Nara

Choji Akimichi

Shino Aburame

Kiba Inuzuka

Neji Hyuga

Rock Lee

Gaara

Kankuro

[mastermindmiko]

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

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.” 

[we-do-be-writing]

Christmas Gifts

Percy Weasley x Reader

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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Can You Feel The Magic In The Air?

Percy Weasley x Reader

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Summary: Percy and his SO are driving themselves crazy studying for N.E.W.T.s, until they both decide they need some rest. Instead of sleep, though, they decide to take a moment to enjoy their last week at Hogwarts together.

Word Count: 1,775

Category: Fluff

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I groaned, giving up halfway through reading the practice test question and face-planting on my book instead. The thud echoed through the otherwise silent library. This was my last weekend at Hogwarts before graduation, and I was spending it tearing my hair out studying for the second week of N.E.W.T.s, which would be starting tomorrow morning.

The first week had left me exhausted, both mentally and physically. The rest of the school and I had spent most of this weekend in between testing doing more studying, which hadn't helped much with the exhaustion. Making it through another week of tests was going to require a small miracle.

On the bright side, I wasn't going through it alone. Every other 7th year in the school was in the same boat as me, and none quite so stressed and determined to do well as my boyfriend, Percy Weasley. The two of us had been each other's main support system for a lot longer than just this year's N.E.W.T.s, but that support was being taken to a whole new level with this past week and next.

Almost on cue, I felt a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me. I just groaned, not even bothering to try to lift my head off my book.

"Darling. Are you... alright?"

Percy's voice was thick, like he'd just woken up himself. I groaned again, but shifted enough that I could actually look at my boyfriend.

"I... literally don't think I can do this anymore. I'm going crazy."

Percy took a deep breath, nodding as he let it out.

"As important as it is for us to study, at this point, it might be better for us to get a bit of sleep."

I hummed, turning the idea over in my mind. The sun had just set, so it wasn't a horribly unreasonable time to go to bed. But all I'd been doing for the past month was sleeping, eating, and studying. And the thought of continuing that routine tonight, tomorrow, and for another week with no variation was almost to much to handle.

I looked back at Percy, who was paler than usual and looked to be as much in need of a break as I was.

"Or..."

"...Or?"

"I want a break, Percy, but I also want to enjoy my last week at Hogwarts. It's our final year! I want to spend it outside of this library, outside of these stacks of books, with you. I know we're both exhausted, but... let's do something fun. Just take a little bit of a break, ignore all this stress for once in our lives, and take a moment to enjoy this last week before we graduate and move on to the next part of our lives."

The corner of Percy's mouth twitched into a half-smile. He shook his head, but then, he closed the book in front of him and looked back at me, this time with a full smile.

"You know, this might be the sleep deprivation talking, but... let's do it. Let's take a break and do something together with our last week at Hogwarts."

I grinned. Maybe Percy was right, maybe it was the exhaustion talking, but for the first time in my life as we left the books behind in the library, I didn't have the little voice in the back of my head trying to remind me of all the upcoming tests I needed to study for. Instead, I was completely focused on Percy as he took my hand and we ran through the castle together.

"Where are we going?" huffed Percy as we picked up speed. I barely managed to stifle a laugh as I tugged him after me, down a set of stairs before they could move and throw us off course. It wasn't quite curfew yet, but even if it was after curfew, Percy was Head Boy and I was a prefect, so we were technically allowed to be out of bed.

"I'm not totally sure!" I replied, a breathy laugh escaping me as I made a last-second turn I hadn't been planning on.

Percy copied my laugh, then stopped short with a little gasp. He pulled on my hand to get me to stop with him, then looked at me with wide eyes, like he'd just been struck by lightning.

"I have an idea."

I raised my eyebrows, but Percy just grinned before taking off in the opposite direction, pulling me with him.

Neither of us had really ever done anything like this before, and honestly, it was a little bit freeing. An unexpected side effect of the exhaustion was less of the impulse control that usually kept me from following random, wild ideas and it was kind of nice.

I followed Percy through the halls of the castle until we ended up down by the entrance to the Hufflepuff Common Room. I raised an eyebrow at Percy as he finally stopped before a painting of a bunch of fruit.

"I... thought we could get some of our favorite foods from the kitchens," he said, dropping my hand to rub at the back of his neck. "I've heard my brothers talking about doing it, and I thought it could be a fun part of taking a break..."

"I think that's a great idea, Perce," I said with a smile. I turned back to the portrait and put my hands on my hips. "Do you... know how to get into the kitchens?"

"I do!" he said, puffing out his chest and grinning. He reached forward and touched the pear in the painting. It gave a little laugh, like it'd been tickled, and then the wall swung open to reveal the kitchens.

"Well, at least all that time you spend trying to keep your brothers on the rails has paid off a bit!" I said. Percy just shook his head, still smiling as we headed into the kitchen together.

We were met immediately with a whole host of house elves, smiling at us like we were long-expected guests. I don't know that either Percy or I had been planning to steal food from the kitchens, but whatever we'd been expecting to have to do ended up being unnecessary. The house elves loaded us up with all our favorite foods, almost before we'd been able to get a word out.

Barely ten minutes after entering the kitchens, Percy and I were leaving with our arms loaded with our favorite snacks and waves to the house elves as we stepped back into one of the main corridors of the castle.

"That was... much easier than I was expecting it to be," said Percy. I laughed.

"No kidding. I think your brothers oversold how hard that was going to be."

Percy nodded. "They most certainly did. Now all we have to do is find someplace to enjoy all of this."

I paused for a minute, mentally running through a list of semi-private locations in the castle. Our dorms were out and so was the Gryffindor Common Room. The library wasn't going to be an option for a thousand reasons, especially since it was officially after curfew. Even as Head Boy and a Prefect, it would probably be better if none of the teachers found us wandering around with armfuls of snacks.

After another moment's consideration, the perfect answer came to me in a stroke of absolute genius.

"...I have an idea."

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Percy and I made our way back through the castle and up to the Astronomy Tower. We'd be here for a test next week, but without a professor or any of the usual class equipment, it was actually pretty nice.

"C'mon," I said, pulling Percy with me to one of the windows looking out over the grounds. "We're in the astronomy tower, we ought to look at the stars."

We sat shoulder to shoulder together in the window well, the cool night air washing over us as our feet dangled over the edge of the tower. The railing was at the perfect height for us to lean against, keeping us safe while we could still feel freer than I'd ever felt behind all my stacks of books in the library.

We stayed up there for a long time, taking turns pointing out constellations. Once we ran out of constellations we knew, we started making them up. The two of us leaned against each other, heads together and rare stress-free smiles on our faces.

After a while, Percy turned to me, smile still in place. He had a warm glow about him that I didn't get to see very often in the midst of school-induced stress, which for the two of us, was almost all the time. I smiled back at him, feeling that same warm glow in my chest.

"You look amazing, love. You're... the most beautiful person I've ever met. I'm so lucky to be with you."

I laughed, waving Percy off as I leaned into his side.

"I look like an exhausted mess and I know it, Percy. But I appreciate you saying I look nice, anyway."

Percy shook his head and sat up, forcing me to do the same. He brought his hand up to my chin, gently tilting my head up until I met his eyes.

"You look gorgeous," he said, voice absolutely serious. "Absolutely gorgeous."

I smiled, and this time, a happy laugh bubbled out of me. I leaned in closer to Percy, and he immediately got the message. His lips met mine and fireworks exploded in my chest. I loved Percy so, so much. Neither of us had had the other on our bulleted plans for the end of our time at Hogwarts that would launch us forward into our careers afterwards, but damn if he hadn't been the best part of all of it so far.

We stayed up in the Astronomy Tower for a little while longer, wrapped up in each other, but eventually the night had to end. We wandered back to Gryffindor Tower, arms around each other and perfectly calm and at peace. Not a single problem or fact from studying even floated across my mind as the two of us paused in the common room together, just long enough to say goodnight.

When I checked the clock, I realized we'd actually only left the library about an hour ago. But with Percy, when the two of us were just enjoying our time together, an hour felt like a much better part of a lifetime.

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the hogwarts opposition and interrogation society (pt. 1) (prelude)

"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)

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? 

[vanillesuiker]

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…”

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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Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Saying You Are Pregnant

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William ‘Bill’

“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

“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

“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

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

"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

“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

“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?

[awriterinthenight]

Helllooo!! To begin, I would like to talk about how much I enjoy your other writings! The way you write is just so delightful. The little details here and there with the characters yet not at all out of character is just ✨👌chef's kiss

Moreover, I would like to make a reader x Percy Weasley (kinda) request!! Takes place before the war but after Percy disowns his family. His position in the ministry is still high but not to the point of being busy all the time. Perhaps it's curiosity or perhaps he wanted to take his mind off the magic world, but he found himself walking around muggle towns at night. Something unfamiliar yet refreshing. Being the nerd he is, his first place to go is the library. A muggle librarian (reader) immediately grew accustomed to the ginger haired lad. She found it strange that he always had this quizzical furrow on his face, like he hadn't a clue on what library computers were. One day, as he was checking out his book, she engaged in conversation with him.

That'll be where I leave off. You could also either leave it there or continue, whatever suits you best :]

While I do hope for romance in this request, platonic moments are not unwelcomed, in fact, it'd be good to see how chemistry is there in the first place.

Lastly, I wanted to ask about the background of your Tumblr bio. The cat's such a cutie :>> Is it yours or did you find it elsewhere? Either way, I think it fits your aesthetic very well!!

Have a nice day <3 keep up the good work!

requested: yes

words: 667

warning: none

a/n sorry this took me so long, I'm still trying to get out of my writers block, so I'm hoping this blurb will help

summary: Percy starts visiting a muggle library where he meets a muggle librarian

Being a librarian wasn't your first choice of job, but it was a good one. You got to spend your days helping people look for books, sort books, and spend your free time reading. The job paid well for a college student like you, and you enjoyed meeting the people. Particularly a certain ginger boy.

He started to visit the library frequently, looking for books, or reading a weird newspaper you'd never seen before. One of the first times he came in he couldn't figure out what the library computers did, so you had to help him. Which was odd, since he looked like someone who would work in an office and know how to use a computer. Nevertheless you helped him navigate using the computer.

The first time you had a real conversation with him was when he was checking out one of your favorite books. Not many people picked it, which was what piqued your interest in him.

"This is one of my favourites actually, the author's writing style is fantastic, and the plot is even better," you commented, checking out the book for him.

He smiled, looking awkward, and partly nervous, "I read some of it and it seems, umm... interesting," he said, not meaning it to sound rude, he was just unsure about what to say. He wasn't used to pretty girls talking to him about books, especially muggle girls.

"It definitely is one of its kind," you responded, handing back the book, "You'll have to tell me how it is next time you're here," you said, as if trying to hint at something.

His voice seemed to catch in his throat, "Yeah, I definitely will," he murmured, shaking his head slightly.

"Good to know I'll see you again..." you trailed off looking at his name on his library card, "Percy," you finally said with a smile.

Percy nodded again before speaking, "I'll see you later, Y/N," he said, reading your name off your name tag.

The next time you saw Percy was later when the library was almost an hour from closing. He'd come in, in what looked like his work clothes, looking tired. He saw you at the front desk and quickly walked over to you.

"H-hi," he said, awkwardly, clearing his throat to get your attention.

"Hey, Percy," you responded, elated to see him again, "How was the book?" you asked, excited for his feedback.

He took the book out his bag, placing it in front of you, "It was brilliant, the author's writing is rather fluid, and the characters seemed almost as if they were real," he rambled, an awkward smile on his face.

You couldn't help but smile at his compliments to the book. You rarely found anyone who read it, or understood its meaning enough to enjoy it.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," you said, "What did you think of the plot twist?" you asked, looking up at him from behind your desk.

"It was rather unexpected, but I think it made the story all come together," he told you.

You and Percy continued to converse about the book, not watching the time. You thought Percy's takes were riveting, and a whole new perspective to the writing. Soon enough the library was closing and your conversation had to be cut short.

"This was great, but I have to close up," you said, standing up from behind your desk, "Maybe I'll see you another time?" you asked, hopeful he would say yes.

Percy froze for a moment, gathering confidence to ask his next words, "If you're not busy after closing, we could maybe grab a drink, and talk about the book more," he offered, before adding, "But only if you want to."

You considered it for a moment before nodding your head, "I would love to," you accepted, flustered by him.

You'd grown fond of the ginger boy you hadn't known for long. But you planned to be around him more to know him better than before. 

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