#ch: fred

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: credit to @murdrdocs for getting me into both twins after fred was my lifelong fave.

you being known as property of the WEASLEY TWINS. everyone already talks about that family and their strange goings on. but once you’re part of the mix, it only gets weirder. you’re not a separate person, you’re a prop. passed between them like a tool and everyone sees it. like a pet on a leash you’re always with them because they always bring you along. what started out as affectionately calling you their little-sister-away-from-home has now evolved into everyone knowing you and those twins are up to something damn near deviant.

[the-bus-called-graveyard-8]

TURNING 10 TODAY: “Snowmageddon!”, which first aired on December 24th, 2013.

“Oh, and Kowalski, a woodchuck would chuck about three logs worth, given a standard diameter of fourteen inches and the typical hardness of an oak. You know, if they could chuck wood.”

[lavcnderhze]

A to P for Fred ❤️

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

Demorei um tiquinho pra responder a essa brincadeira aqui, mas como a gente tinha dado um hype no plot, resolvi vir aqui responder algumas coisinhas ❣️

Vou deixar abaixo do corte aqui porque ficou beeeem grande.

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Por mais que às vezes ele realmente dê presentes, compre coisas caras para a amada, no geral a maior forma de ele demonstrar amor é querendo passar um tempo junto. Se ela precisa estudar o dia inteiro? Ele tá lá fazendo as coisas dele. Se ela precisa de ajuda pra comprar uma verdura que ela esqueceu ali no mercado? Ele vai com ela (ou pra ela). Ele gosta muito de passar um tempo junto, independente de estarem ou não fazendo a mesma coisa.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Fred nunca parou pra pensar nisso. Com uma família tradicional que julgaria qualquer coisa que pudesse abalar sua masculinidade, ele mesmo aprendeu a se repreender mentalmente quando fugia do estereótipo de "machão". Definitivamente, se Daphne puxar o assunto, ele começa a pensar.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Ele gosta muitooo de chocolate amargo! Especialmente se tiver um café junto.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

With é um pouco óbvio que com a Daphne!! Where... fico pensando que o Fred é alguém que automaticamente recebe muita atenção. O sobrenome Jones traz para ele uma atenção que por mais que por vezes ele goste, quando se trata de um encontro romântico, ele quer ter privacidade. Por isso imagino ele indo ou para cidades próximas, ou para praias, lagoas ou até mesmo florestas, para poder ter um tempo só dele com a outra pessoa, sem pensar em terceiros.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Fred ama abraços! O abraço dele é daqueles apertados e demorados, daqueles que você se embrenha todo e esquece por alguns segundos da vida, sabe? Claro, seu abraço nem sempre é assim. Mas é um bom termômetro pra saber o quanto Fred gosta da pessoa: se ele demora mais no abraço, se ele aperta e se o abraço realmente é reconfortante, pode saber que aquele a quem Fred abraça, é importante a ele.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

No geral sim, mas pelo andamento do plot tô vendo ele bem nervoso de de fato flertar com a Daphne kkkkkk. Ele tá com muito receio pós tudo que aconteceu, tá meio fora de si. E além disso, a Daphne é uma instituição pra ele, então fica mais complexo. Eventualmente ele vai falar isso pra ela, mas ele se sente um garotinho bobo quando tenta expressar interesse nela.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Fred é daqueles que sabe escolher presente tão bem que dá raiva, sabe? Ele presta atenção nas pessoas, e só da presentes àqueles que realmente quer dar presente, então se convidam Fred para um aniversário, ele não se sente na obrigação de dar presente a menos que tenha uma boa ideia para isso. Aliás, ele dá presentes fora de datas comemorativas, também. Coisas como "vi e pensei em você".

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Por mais que fique tentando negar, Fred é um quick heart-giver. Não tem como! Ele realmente é um romântico desenfreado e tem altas expectativas para os namoros e para as pessoas com quem sai. Claro, não é de todo um santo e não é namoradeiro com todas, mas confia muito em seu coração e no que seu instinto diz. Não tem medo de se jogar quando percebe que é o certo.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Hard to say. Dentro de seu núcleo familiar - o qual esperamos que venha nossas primeiras formas de amor -, o eu te amo nunca foi dito com frequência. Foi dito como formas de seu pai pedir desculpas à sua mãe quando a traía. Quando era pequeno e dizia aos pais, não recebia mais do que um sorriso fraco em sua direção e uma mudança de assunto, tal qual um "está suado, filho, vamos tomar um banho". Não tem costume de dizê-las.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Pra cacete kkkkk infelizmente. A verdade é que o Fred ainda tá nesse processo de se consolidar internamente. O assassinato de Brad fez com que ele repensasse e revisse muitas coisas: era um rapaz confiante, que sabia tudo de si e que tinha apenas um mundo que sentia que pertencia. Mas agora... parece que tudo anda saindo dos eixos, o que faz com que ele se sinta inseguro. Essa insegurança sai de si e recai no outro como forma de ciúme. Ciúme de amigo, ciúme de namorada, ciúme de tudo... porque sente que agora tudo pode escapar de suas mãos, e que talvez eu não seja o cara tão interessante que já fui um dia.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

Boatos de young Fred not a good kisser fizeram com que Fred trabalhasse nisso. É verdade: os primeiros beijos de Fred eram pura e simplesmente um encostar de lábios, uma língua metódica que seguia padrões - horrível. Quando começaram os boatos, e quando uma garota ativamente o disse que "achei que seu beijo seria melhor", Fred foi atrás de melhorar isso, porque o afetou muito. Depois de se acostumar e de ficar mais tranquilo em relação a se seu beijo era bom ou não, foi melhorando. Hoje, dá para dizer que ele é um good kisser (e honestamente ele espera muito que Daphne pense isso).

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

Sua avó. Seu tio Patrick. Sua cadela falecida Pinky. Daphne. Sua mãe. Finneas, um amigo de viagem. Daphne.

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Foi dito um pouco no Date! Mas pensando em mais pontual: praia no frio com um cobertor e uma fogueira no período noturno, olhando as estrelas com Daphne.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

Fred gosta de um pique mais passionate, de algo intenso, com muito toque e calma quando precisa de calma. É o que ele mais gosta, mas o que geralmente ele tenta fazer é entender o pique da outra pessoa e seguir junto. Não acha que faz sentido fazer algo que seja muito diferente disso. Já teve alguns momentos em que o jeito não encaixou com o da outra pessoa e foram momentos muito estranhos, por isso ele tenta evitar.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

Sim! Apesar da insegurança que paira sob ele agora, Fred sempre teve muito instinto de liderança, sempre sabendo se comunicar muito bem para conseguir o que queria e para viabilizar o que quer que desejasse. Fora que, poucos sabem, mas ele gosta de escrever.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Truth is... o Fred não procura muita coisa, sabe? Ele só quer alguém que se importe com ele e que goste de sua companhia. Pra ele, isso é mais do que o suficiente: ele não é muito exigente, porque viu com o relacionamento dos pais o quanto a exigência machuca. Viu, também, como seus pais procuravam um no outro, coisas que não existiam um no outro, moldando um ao outro para encaixarem. Ele não quer um molde, ele quer alguém (e um alguém bem específico).

[artofdisneyfairies]

Tinker Bell and The Ring of Belief - Color Script by Fred Cline

- ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ -

[mcytblrconfessions]

I DESPISE qsmp Fred fanon design, make that worker short and chubby NOW. The moment qtubbo has a love interest you make them super tall and muscular like whyy you're all sooo boring

[alegitdumbass]

Art and Fred video(from the channel) isn't mine, they belong to their respective owners. I'm gonna make god regret giving me talents.

Teehee

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

I think it should be Friday the 13th on Scooby Doo, but either way.

Enjoy.

[funkyllama]

“The Way We Were,”

Act Two, Scene Twenty-One, “Girl at the Rock Show.” Last / Beginning / Next Transcript below the cut!

[Adrienne] Lordkanzler.

[Fredrik] Princessin.

[Adrienne] I was hoping to gain more of an in, specifically regarding the status- or, placement of my son.

[Fredrik] With respect, Ma’am, I think this conversation is fit for a more private location. If you stop by my office on Tuesday, I’ll be sure to let you in.

[CUT]

[Raheem and Viola dancing at a bar concert]

[Viola] I love you, so much.

[kiss]

[devilsmenu]

@rcvcrics - Astoria & Fred

Pit trap

Toria stopped on her tracks once she noticed the pit in front of her and tilted her head having an idea. She turned to face Fred. "Hey, would you like to enter that pit?".

[jvlthecookiesblog]

I may have remembered that clone high existed and yeah...

This is Rodge and Chente, best friends (They don't even know how but it is what it is)

[hanasnx]

“ BUT I’M TOO TIRED TO GO TO SLEEP TONIGHT ” — fred weasley.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader ノ smoking: cigs ノ romance.

FRED WEASLEY wakes you up real late, you barely see him in the dull light. he’s all bundled up, whispering, “get your coat, c’mon.” groggily, you follow him to some hall you don’t recognize, yawning through your question as to your destination. he grabs your hand, and you sober up a bit. “just trust me.” he tells you. and you do. he takes a shortcut behind a statue, and the cold reaches you before you exit the mouth of the cave and up a ladder. and when you emerge, snow falls into your lashes, and you can see your breath. he pulls you up and out by your arm. “amazing, isn’t it?” he asks, husky from the thinner air.

it’s dark, and the snow crunches under your boots as he takes you to stand aside a little shack. “george was knocked out cold, couldn’t drag him here if i wanted to.” he muses, and a weak scoff emits from your throat, mirroring him as he leans his back against the wood. the ginger ends of his hair lick out from the beanie he wears.

“what are we here to do, exactly?” you question tentatively, wary he’ll chastise you for not trusting him. he glances at you, and you feel small under his gaze. he breaks the trance to rifle around in his pockets.

“ah.” he exclaims as he retrieves it. a little beaten gray box. your brows furrow as your arms wrap around yourself for warmth, shivering in the wind. “here we are.” he flashes the front of it to you, and you tilt your head for a better look. you don’t get it until he opens it up and knocks a familiar stick from it. a white paper tube with a tanned end. he offers it to you, and you swallow, hesitantly reaching to pinch it between your brittle fingers. he takes one himself after you. “had an urge, needed some company. hope you don’t mind.”

you inspect the cigarette, rolling it between the pads of your fingers. his lighter sparks to life, and with the help of his cupping hand it’s able to light the end of his cig. “i didn’t know you smoked. where’d you even get this?” you inquire with a crease of disbelief in your brow.

“dad’s been trying to kick the habit, hides ‘em all around the house.” the crackle of burning paper makes you pivot your head to watch him, his cheeks hollowing as he takes a drag and blows it out in a steady stream of smoke. “his work with muggles took him a little too far into their more dangerous inventions, easy to get wrapped up in it, i suppose.” he speaks from experience, you can hear it in his voice. your questioning gaze alerts him, meeting your eyes to come to his own defense. “i don’t do it all the time. c’mere.”

so as to not seem inexperienced, you recall what he did before with his cigarette, and mimic it in your own actions. you lean in to his cupped hand while his thumb swipes at the lighter, sparks spray in front of your nose a couple times before it enflames. you don’t breathe in, and the light goes out.

“here.” he instructs gently, “cup your hand- like this.” you do as he says, raising your palm to curl as his does, protecting the flame, and brushing your hands together. you nearly jump out of your skin, but he follows your jerk, keeping your hands next to each other while he flicks the zippo. as soon as the fire flickers to life, he adds, “breathe in.” you inhale deeply, sucking in, and it’s hot against the back of your throat, squeezing your eyes shut as you retreat. a feather of smoke spills from the end, but you can’t focus on anything else other than the pain in your lungs, fit to burst. you yank the cig from your mouth, and cough out the smoke, couldn’t hold it in even if you wanted to, but you try to stifle yourself to avoid this humiliating feeling. the back of your hand covers your mouth, and you feel an arm snake around you. “oh, right. s’your first time. forgot that happens.” he draws you into his side, letting you cough it out while he strokes on your back. he reaches around and plucks the cigarette from your grip to get it out of your way, and your hands fly to cup your neck, tears stinging your eyes.

after you calm, you realize where exactly you are right now. and your body temperature rises despite the environment. the paper pinched between his knuckles is offered back to you, bobs in view to signal you to take it. you clear your burning throat, and a shaking hand retrieves it. it frees up his hand so he can pull his own from his mouth to blow out the smoke. suddenly the smell is making you feel a little queasy.

his palm on your upper arm jostles you gently, “you alright there, birdie?” that embarrassment comes back, blooming heat onto your cheeks, fighting the cold. you’re sure your nose is frozen by now.

you nod. “mm-hmm.” he nods back, looking out onto the snow.

“we’ll head back soon.” but you’re not in too much of a rush, instead you give it another go after a few seconds. you take a much smaller sip, and he keeps his arm around you. it’s quiet, and you start shaking for a different reason. it’s rare you’re ever alone with fred, and you always make a fool of yourself when you are. warily, your peer over to the side, following the sight with your pivoting head, and you squeak at the feeling of lips against yours. a warm face pressed against your cold one, confusing you with differing temperatures that your brain can’t separate.

you’re too stunned, too frigid. an inflexible mouth receives a confession of desire. the cigarette drops from your brittle fingers.

on the way back it’s quiet then too, but the cigarette has since calmed your nerves, an artificial kind of serene, following him back like a ghost. you eye his hanging hand, and you gain the courage to lace your fingers with his—he’d just kissed you after all.

[fadeintoyou1993]

insane how people will make literally anything that is strictly about robin and nancy and their dynamic about men like it's remarkable y'all should capitalize on that there's definitely a market for it

[zerofcksgvn]

@fredelicious24​ comic shopping!

Zane squinted at the comics on the shelves, down on his hunkers trying to make out the titles. He had gotten so overwhelmed when he first entered the store that it took him ten minutes to remember what he came in for. Standing upright again he sighed before making his way the counter, having mentally prepared his speech. “Um hey-- sorry, do you have anything on like supernatural stuff-- like ghosts and zombies?” he asked. “I hope that doesn’t sound as weird to you as it does to me.”

[valeroyeaux]

hello beloved followers have i told unto you the good news of my oc winifred von ormir carrying orphaned wyverns in a baby sling while she works on prosthetic wings

[ihaveitprinteddout]

O H MY GOSHHHHHH 😭 Little Daisy is usually the cutest and dad!Fred truly melts my heart 😭 I can't wait to read more of this little family!!!

my girl (f.w.)

prompt: you always knew fred would be a great dad and every day he exceeds your expectations

pairing: dad! fred x mom! reader

warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, children (yes, children is a warning), mild language, suggestion and brief mention of sex, thunderstorm, fear of thunder/rain.

word count: 6.2k

author’s note: THIS BITCH SO LONG IM SO SORRY this is the last installment of the 60s writing challenge!! thank you to everyone who has tuned in!!

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It was laughable; the way Fred stared at your large pregnant belly with eyes full of anticipation, hands placed on either sides of it, waiting for your child to kick at his hands. You giggled as he gently whispered to your protruding stomach, “Come on, little one. It’s your daddy. Give us a little kick, yeah?” Your stomach remained still as he lightly groaned, only making you laugh. “This child already likes keeping me on my wit’s end,” he grumbled before kissing your belly. “I’m just teasing,” he whispered again to the bump. “I love you so much.”

You brush your fingers through Fred’s hair, him sighing as you do. Fred had been so darling over the past nine months of your pregnancy. He found more staff for the joke shoppe to take over the early morning shifts and the night shifts so he could spend those hours taking care of you, helping around the house, and preparing for the baby’s arrival. You were always Fred’s number one priority, but that was set in stone after you became pregnant. He would literally drop anything if you even murmured that you needed something. Fred would wake up first and get your prenatal vitamins ready for you to drink with a large glass of water, he’d make breakfast, clean the kitchen, and only then would he wake you up. You had to admit, you could get used to living like this. But alas, you were past your due date and the baby was expected any day now.

“She loves you too, Freddie,” you tell him as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at your husband who still rubs his hands over your stomach, searching for your unborn baby’s feet.

Fred looks up at you with questioning eyes. “She?” Fred could honestly care less about the sex of his child, as long as the baby was healthy. That’s all he could truly ask for. But secretly, deep down, Fred wanted a little girl, a princess. Someone who could be his princess since he had already found his queen.

You smiled with a shrug, “I have a feeling. I know it’s supposed to be a surprise, but when you know you know, don’t you?”

With that, against the skin of your stomach, pressed against Fred’s hand is two large kicks. Fred’s eyes widen as he sits up, feeling his child kick against his hands as the two of you laugh. Fred smiles wide and says, “Is that a sign?” he stares up at you with excited eyes as you cover your mouth laughing with glee. “Is that right, baby? A little girl?” he whispers to your belly, earning another two strong kicks as the two of you laugh out with delight. “A little princess and a strong one at that!” he cheers. “We’ve got a little football player on our hands, don’t we? Well, too bad, because your daddy is going to teach you all about quidditch.”

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