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Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Saying You Are Pregnant
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William âBillâ
âExcuse me-?â 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 couldnât help but calm down. Teddy existed after all, didnât 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. âIâm going to be a dadâŚ.â He trailed, with a smile. âIâm going to be a dad-â 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. Heâs going to be a dad, with you.
Charlie
âIM GONNA BE A DAD-!â 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. âIM A DAD IM A DAD IM A DAD-!â He keeps roaring, as the dragons would tilt their heads. Watching their motherly figure jump for joy. Literally. âCharlie-!â You laughed, as he was just to full of excitement. Laughing, cheering, and crying. Thatâs 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. âI am I am-!â He said, before he was on his knees. Holding your belly. âIâm gonna be your daddy-!â He squealed, as he kissed it over. All the excitement getting the new borns curious, but those mothers made sure they didnât get to close. Letting him have his moment. A new baby, to join the herd.
Percy
âYou cannot be serious-â 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. âWho had the baby this time-?â He asked, as he would set his belongings where they were designated. That had you snort, as it didnât quite dawn on him yet. With the fact you didnât say anything, he turned around. âHoney?â 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 didnât expect that. Was like the last one to join the family gang. He couldnât help his worry. He didnât exactly grow up to well. He wasnât to well connected with his family, and only came around when it was almost to late. He didnât 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. âWho do you wanna tell first?â You asked, as he held your hand. The name he said, reassured himself that this kid wonât have that tension. Not like what he made. âGeorge is perfect.â 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
âNo-â He gasped. âReally-? No-! Are you-? No-â 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 anyoneâs brain mush. Especially a job like his. You would watch him pace, until his brain was finally registering that YEP you are indeed pregnant. âBloody hellâŚ.IM GONNA BE A DAD-!â His face was beaming, before he was stealing you into his arms. He was exhausted, but not tired enough to not huggle and cuddle. âWe need to tells âMione and Harry-! Oh those two will be so excited-!â He beams. Uncle Harry and Auntie Hermione. He was going to crush you, you swore, if he kept being so happy. âBlimey, guess that over time is finally coming in handy.â You hated his over time, but he had a point. Now you two had a secure start. That had you relax a little more. âHope Harry doesnât mine if I slow down on my career a little.â You would stroke his hair, and pecked his cheek. âHeâs Harry. Iâm doubtful he will be made you want to not be dead on a side walk, and leave me a single parent.â You snorted. âYeah, probably doesnât want history repeating.â Morbid, but point proven. âGonna be a dad-â 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
âSHUT UP-!â 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. Iâm Pregnant. In bold and colorful letters, so she couldnât miss it. âNO WAY-!â Ginny kept screaming, as her team mates looked over, as they were shaking hands with the enemy team. âWhatâs up?!â One of them asked. âIM GONNA BE A MUM-!â Ginny cheered, as that had all the broomstick flyers stare towards where her eyes looked. âCONGRATS-!â The enemy seeker said, with a clap. Good sportsmanship. âIM GONNA BE A MUM-!â What a way to start her quidditch season. The first win, and the fact sheâs going to be a mom. âWell, go and fly over-!â A team mate smacked her back, and she wasnât 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. âYou knew I would win, didnât you?â She asked. âNo, but I mean what better way to recover from a loss?â That had her smack your shoulder, but she was soon was wiping her eyes on her gloves. âOh fuck, look at me. Crying like a girl-â She joked, as she sniffled. She was so happy, and you were as well. She just couldnât contain her joy. Her, you, and your own little precious snitch. What more could a girl want?
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something that weâre not // fred weasley
Summary: You and Fred are friends. Best Friends. Who happen to cuddle and sleep in bed together all the time.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: lots of pda, fluff, jealousy, reader gets slapped by her friend
A/N: As always, remember English is not first language. Also, thanks to @coffee-jelly544â for proofreading this.
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You huffed with relief and exhaustion as you exited the potions classroom and made your way through the dungeons to the Gryffindor Common Room.
Detention with Snape was the most agonizing experience you'd ever had. You've spent the last two and a half hours cleaning cauldrons just because you hadnât turned in your essay on time, and it didnât help that the greasy-haired professor had it in for you.
You weren't sure what was the cause of this animosity. You were a straight A student, always acing your exams and were proud to say youâre very good at potions. However, Snape always seems to have something against you. Also, you supposed it didn't help that Fred and George Weasley were your best friends. At every opportunity the twins would try to prank or annoy the teacher, seemingly without remorse and understanding of the consequences of their actions.
âHe must enjoy sucking the life out of his students.â
âHi there, love,â Fred's cheerful voice greeted you as you entered the common room through the portrait hole. He was sitting on the wide sofa, with George next to him. You spotted Angelina in one of the love-arm seats and Lee on the floor near George's knees, even though there was another vacant love-arm seat in the room.
When he noticed your long face, the older twin reached out his arms and drew you into his lap.
âHow was detention?â George asked.
âAwful,â you mumbled against Fred's chest. He caressed your back while his other hand played with your fingers absentmindedly. âI hate Snape.â
Lee guffawed, "I don't think anyone in their right mind likes Snape."
âGreasy prick had me scrubbing his filthy cauldrons for two and a half hours.â
âOh! How dare he,â Fred mocked dramatically, causing a small smile to break out on your face. âDo you want Georgie and I to prank him?â
You lifted your face to connect your gaze with his, âWould you?â
âAnything for you, snookums.â
At his honest response, you squeezed his waist and buried yourself further into his chest.
âPerhaps you could try not to get into trouble next time,â Angelina, who had been quiet until now, advised.
This made your brow furrow, âI only gave him the essay two days late, and it was because I was bedridden, as you know.â
âYeah, Angie,â George came to your defense, âSnape only gave her detention 'cause he has a grudge against us.â
Your eyes grew heavy, and the muscles in your face relaxed, releasing the strain of the day. Your limbs became limp, heartbeat growing tranquil. Your breathing slowed as you felt the steady rise and fall of Fredâs chest.
âAre you gonna fall asleep on me?â Fred teased.
You hummed, âI might. You are quite comfortable.â
With a smirk on his face, Fred accepted the remark, âThat Iâve been told before.â
George rolled his eyes at the sillyâbut typicalâ interaction between you two. Like the rest of your friends, he had grown accustomed to your flirting and displays of public affection, which you swore wasnât hiding anything romantic.
âCarry me to bed?â You didnât have to ask him twice. Fred tightened his grip on you, and with you safe in his arms made his way up to the girlsâ dorm without complaint.
âAre we sure theyâre just friends?â Lee inquired, intrigued.
âThatâs what they say,â Angelina said in response.
âFred!â You whispered-yelled, trying to wake your friend up without disturbing the other three blissfully sleeping on their mattresses. âFred!â You tried again, this time lightly shaking his arm.
âY/N/N?â His speech was sluggish, and his eyes were barely open, still half-asleep. The redhead looked down at his nightstand; the clock there marking 2:30 in the morning. âWhat happened?â
âI had a nightmare.â
Fred detected something peculiar in your small voice, and somehow knew you had been crying. He lifted the covers off his bed, inviting you to get in. He drew you close, your head resting on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding once you were in the safety of his arms. You gripped him in fear that he would vanish, and you were pleading with him to stay with you.
Fred noticed your distress and asked, âWhat happened, love?â
âI had a nightmare,â tears filled in your eyes as you recounted the images that had woken you up in the dead of the night. âYouâ You died, Freddie,â you wept, out of breath. Fred tightened his grip on you. âIt was awful.â
âIt was just a dream,â he tried to soothe you, running his hand through your hair.
âThere was a war, and you were there, and there was this wall⌠it crumbled, and the rubbleââ you couldnât finish telling him as your words broke into sobs. Hot tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut in the hope the tears would stop.
âShhh. Iâm here, love. Iâm fine.â
âI donât want to lose you, Freddie.â
âWho said anything about losing me?â He tried to lighten your mood. âYou know Iâm too stubborn to die.â He could feel you start to relax against him, but he still added, âYouâre gonna have to put up with me for the rest of your life. Itâs what you signed up for when you befriended me.â
His stupidity managed to make you crack a smile, and your choppy breathing and watery eyes slowly came to a stop. âI wouldnât want it any other way.â
âGood. Me neither.â
Neither of you spoke again. You didnât return to your dorm, and Fred didnât ask you to either. You knew that if you let go of Fred's arm now, the nightmare would most likely strike again, depriving you of a good night's sleep.
Being wrapped in Fredâs arms calms you down and allows you to fall asleep, and slumber hits you after a few minutes.
The sun flowed golden through the window, making a polite announcement for the rising sun. The sunlight created rainbow diamonds that swirled across the wall's canvas.
âGood morning, lovebirds,â Georgeâs chippy voice made you groan and bury further in Fredâs chest.
âThey look very cozy, donât you think, George?â You recognized Lee's voice.
âThey certainly do, Lee.â
âShut up!â Fred opened his eyes and tossed his pillow at his brother and best friend, who were standing at the foot of his bed. âPeople are trying to sleep over here.â
âHave you seen what time it is? You'll be in trouble if someone sees Y/N leave the room at this hour.â
That caused you to widen your eyes and turn to look at the clock. It was barely half an hour before breakfast.
âOh shit!â You exclame.
âWhy didnât you wake us up sooner?â
George shrugged as he gazed at his brother. âYou seemed very comfortable. I didnât want to disturb your sleep.â
The older twin rolled his eyes.
âHey Y/N,â Lee called for your attention. âYou are welcome to return tonight and sleep in my bed. Iâm a better cuddler than Freddie.â
George laughed at his friendâs suggestion, but it didn't elicit the same emotion in Fred, who rolled out of bed and smacked his friend across his head.
âOuch,â he grumbled, massaging his head.
âWatch it, Jordan,â Fred warned, pointing his finger at him.
âYeah, Lee. Donât you know Freddie boy here is the only one allowed to cuddle little Y/N/N?â
Fred was about to reprimand his brother when he was startled by the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut. When he turned around, he saw that you had already left the room.
You crept down the hallway of the boysâ dorms back to your room trying not to be caught by other students. When you reached the girls' dorms there's a loud noise around the corner and you quickly ducked into an alcove. You peek out and spot a group of girls chatting and laughing as they walk down the hall toward the common room.
Once the coast was clear, you went to your dorm and softly pushed the door open, trying to make as little noise as possible, until you were safely inside.
âGâday, buttercup,â Your friend, Alicia Spinnet, greeted you. âFun night?â
She and Angelina were already dressed in their uniforms, gazing at you  like a deer caught in headlights. Angelina was looking at you, admonishing, while Alicia's eyes were amused. You didn't need to tell them where you'd spent the night because you were confident they already knew.
âYou should not be sneaking into the boysâ dorms late at night. Iâm sure you have plenty of time to snog your boyfriend during the day.â
âCâmon, Angie. Let the girl have her fun.â
You frowned at her. âFredâs not my boyfriend.â
Angelina laughed at you humorlessly. âYeah, sure.â
âWhatâs your problem?â You approached her, facing her. âYouâve been a bitch to me lately for no reason.â
âIâm the bitch? Iâm not the one that sneaks into the boysâ room in the middle of the night.â
âIâm sorry that my friendship with Fred bothers you that much, but blaming me for his rejection will not make him want you.â
Something smacked against your face, and your cheek began to sting. When you realize your friend had slapped you, your heart began to race.
Angelina had always been there for you, through everything. She was, along with the twins, one of the first people you befriended during your first year at Hogwarts. But now, after years of friendship, she had finally let herself go too far. Slapping you in the face hard was something you never expected from her.
âAngie!â Alicia gasped horrified.
âItâs alright,â you interjected, taking a long breath. You werenât going to give her the satisfaction of seeing you altered. âDo you feel better now?â You looked at your friend, but you didnât wait for her reply nor did you expect her to reply. You picked up your uniform from your trunk and made your way to the bathroom.
It'd been a week since your altercation with Angelina. She couldn't get the rage out of her head since then. Every time she saw you, she would experience an illogical outburst of anger. You havenât tried to talk with her either. You were stubborn, but you weren't in the wrong this time, and she had no right to tell you the awful things she did, let alone hit you.
As if on cue, Angelina and Alicia entered the room. The smile on Angelinaâs face caused by whatever Alicia said evaporated as her gaze was drawn to the table in front of herâyou were sitting on one of the Gryffindor common room sofas. Fred's head rested on your lap, his legs sprawled out along the length of the couch while you ran your fingers through his ginger locks, braiding them.
Anger simmered inside her as she glared at you. She stomped her foot and mumbled a string of curses, her hands into fists as she marched towards the stairs that led to the dorms. Alicia smiled apologetically and followed her friend's lead.
âWhatâs wrong with her?â Fred gazed up at you, perplexed by the Quidditch Captain's actions.
âSheâs upset that you donât wanna go to the Yule Ball with her.â
âStill? Godric, you girls need to let things go.â
âYou tell her that,â you grumbled, âShe thinks we are dating.â
Fred didnât seem fazed by your words. âYeah. Lee and George think so too.â
âYou have really soft hair,â you muttered, trying to change the topic of the conversation, as you didnât like where it was heading.
âItâs the Weasley gene,â he joked, making you laugh.
âSee, you canât do shit like that and not want us to think youâre a couple.â
George and Lee dashed down the stairwell. They strolled over, leaning over the back of the couch, looking with amused eyes at the display of affection between you and Fred.
âIâm just braiding his hair,â you said more defensively than intended.
âYouâre just jealous that you donât have a best friend who braids your hair.â
The younger twin cracked a sly smirk. âWould you braid my hair, Y/N?â
âNo, she wonât,â Fred answered almost in an instant, lacking amusement.
âWhy not? Sheâs my friend too.â
âExactly, you said it yourselfâ friend. Not best friends. You are just her friend. Iâm her best friend and she can only have one best friend.â
âYouâre so childish.â
âHeâs like a possessive boyfriend who doesnât like his girl hanging around with other guys,â Lee whispered in Georgeâs ear.
âWatch this,â George mouthed at Lee, who was looking at him expectantly.
âHey, Y/N,â you shifted your gaze away from Fredâs ginger locks to look at the other ginger. âDo you happen to have a date for the Yule Ball?â
Fredâs body stiffened at his brotherâs words.
You squint your eyes at Georgeâs question. You knew him well enough to know he wasnât asking just for the sake of asking. âI donât.â
âWanna go together?â He wriggled his eyebrows, âIâm the family's best dancer.â
âI doubt it,â you replied to him. âI bet Ginnyâs got that talent, along with the brains.â
Lee roared a chuckle, and George placed a hand on his chest, a mock offended expression on his face.
âYou hurt me, Y/N/N.â
You rolled your eyes at his antics.
âWho are you going to go with, then? I doubt you'll find a more suitable suitor than me.â
âSheâs going with me,â Fred replied casually.
You lowered your gaze at your friend. âI am?â You inquired, âWhen did you ask me?â
âNow,â he said, smiling broadly, âWould you do me the honor to accompany me to the Yule Ball, dear Y/N?
Yule Ball night.
You stood in front of the full-length mirror, your reflection stared back at you. You had never felt so beautiful before. You admired your dress, feeling happy with how it looked on you.
You were wearing a beautiful gown in spring garden hues. It had delicate blossom details and it was made of beautifully draped plisse tulle that pleats over a nude corset bodice. Whispery yet regal, plisse tulle at skirt had underlayers with subtle sparkle that made it truly magical.
You spent hours debating what to do with your hair, and in the end, following Aliciaâs suggestion of a low bun with a French braid. You wrapped the bun with a lock of hair already plaited in a French braid and pinned it in place. And as a final touch, you added a cute hair clip for some extra glitz.
âWow,â your friend gasped behind you. You turned around to meet her already in her gown. âFredâs gonna lose his mind when he sees you.â
âI can say the same about Lee,â you smiled, âHave you seen yourself? Youâre stunning!â
You took one last look at your reflection in the mirror before leaving the dorm. You couldnât help but smile at yourself; this is going to be a night to remember.
Fred couldnât take his eyes off you as you descended the stairs. You had always been beautiful to him, but tonight you were especially stunning. Watching you now, he couldn't believe that he was about to have the chance to dance with you. He had a warm feeling inside of him, and he couldn't help but smile at you. As you came closer, he could see the happiness in your eyes, which made him even more excited.
âHi,â you greeted him when you reached the bottom of the stairs and walked over to him.
âHey,â Fred smiled at you, âYou look beautiful.â
âThank you. You donât look so bad yourself.â
âShall we?â Fred inquired, extending his arm to you. You nodded and walked over to the Great Hall, linking your arm with his.
Soon enough, you were in the middle of the crowd, swirling around to the music. As you danced together, Fred felt like nothing could tear you apart. You laughed and smiled as you moved around the ballroom, and it was honestly one of the happiest moments of Fred's life.
As the night progressed and the music got slower and more sentimental, you knew that this would be one of the most memorable nights of your life.
âAre you having a good time?â Fred asked. You had your arms around his neck and his hands were respectfully on your waist as you swayed to the rhythm of the music.
You hummed in response and gazed up at him. âThank you for taking me. Even if you only did it to piss your brother.â
âWhat?â he frowned, âI didnât take you to piss George off. He asked you to piss me off.â Fred grumbled.
âWhy would it piss you off me coming with him?â Â
Fred tensed briefly at your question, but he quickly brushed it off. âI didnât say it would piss me off; I meant that he believed it would piss me off,â he quickly explained, âYâknow, since he thinks weâre dating.â
You took in his explanation, still not convinced enough. âAnd then you asked me just to prove to him that it did, in fact, piss you off?â
âI asked because I wanted to spend the night with you.â
âThen why did you wait âtill the last minute?â Â
You werenât truly bothered, but you liked how he squirmed with each question you threw at him. It was hilarious to watch him so uneasy. It wasnât something you were used to, so you were savoring the moment.
He was going to defend himself again when he saw the smile breaking out on your face. âYouâre so mean,â he pouted.
âSorry. Youâre fun to mess with.â
As the songs continued to play and you kept swaying, you slowly âand probably unconsciouslyâ brought each other in close until your bodies were pressed tightly against each other and you could feel each other's pulses racing under their skin.
âA little too close for a friendâs dance,â Angelina's crabby voice resonated among her friends at the table as they watched you and Fred dance a few feet away.
Alicia sighed at her friendâs snarky comment. She was tired of the situation and being in the middle of her two best friendsâ feud, trying not to take sides.
âStill upset by Fredâs rejection?â Lee teased, âOr is it the fact that heâs in love with your best friend that bothers you?â
Angelina rolled her eyes. âI donât bloody care who he likes. They could just say they're together once and for all, and not make us look stupid.â
âI donât think they are together,â George chimed in, after a lengthy gulp of firewhiskey. âBut thereâs definitely something there.â
Lee frowned at the younger twin, âWhat made you change your mind?â
He was perplexed by his friend's quick change of heart. George was the first to suspect you and his twin were secretly dating and denying it to annoy them.
The ginger simply shrugged and sipped his drink again.
âI wish the school did more things like this,â you reflected. You were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindorâs Common Room, the ball had ended hours before, but the night hadn't ended for you and Fred. He was seated next to you, with your head resting on his shoulder. You sat there watching the fireplace flames dance and shimmer. You've always enjoyed the sound of a crackling fire and the warmth it provided during the winter months. However, Fred was completely focused on you. He admired the flickering light from the fireplace as it played off your features, making them shine. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.
He loved everything about you, from your laugh to your dimples.
Fred had never felt this way about someone. 'Should I say something? What if she thinks it's weird?' Maybe it was just because he'd never had that type of connection with anybody else before, but he didn't want to ruin it by intruding on your night.
âYou didnât have enough of my dance moves, did you?â He laughed, attempting to put any other thoughts to the back of his mind.
âYou were pretty good. Surprisingly.â
A faux offended expression played on your best friendâs face. âExcuse me?â Fred placed a hand on his chest in mockery. âWhat do you mean by surprisingly?â
Before you could even get a clue of what was happening, you were pinned down on the couch, Fred's body hovering over you while his large fingers tickled your sides. You laughed hard, doubling over in pain and joy.
âStop,â you said between giggles, trying to get away from him as he tickled you further.
"Okay, okay," you finally said when you knew you'd never be able to break free from Fred's grip, âI give up.â
When he was done, you lay there, gasping for air and laughing uncontrollably.
Fred reached for your face with his palm, tucking away a few strands of your hair, clearing the way so your gazes could meet.
You've always thought Fredâs eyes were beautiful and bright, always holding something special inside. It was difficult to put into words how much you loved looking into them, but it was definitely something special. Maybe it was just the way they made you feel small and vulnerable in a way that nobody else ever had, but there was just something about them that made you complete.
âYou are beautiful,â he whispered ever so softly, and something turned in your stomach.
âYou live to flatter.â
âThatâs why you love me.â
âI never said I loved you.â
He smirked at your words. âThen, tell me,â he challenged, âTell me you love me.â
You grew a sneaky grin on your face, moved in closer â if that was possible â and whispered in his ear, âMake me.â
His eyes darkened, and his smile became wider. His fingers sank into your waist again before you could react. âTell me you love me!â he exclaimed.
âNever!â You shouted, giggling.
His fingers continued to tickle your sides, making you laugh, squirm, and beg him to stop.
âSay you love me, Y/N.â
âWhat in Merlinâs beard are you doing?â A reprimanding voice from the staircase made its way into the Common Room. âDo you know what time is it? You are gonna wake everyone up.â
George gave you a disapproving look, and he was too exhausted to see that he had wrecked the moment between his brother and you that Fred had been looking forward to for so long.
Fred sighed and got off of you, you followed his actions and went to pick up your heels from the floor.
âSorry, Georgie,â you apologized to your friend, âYouâre right, itâs late. Iâm gonna head off to bed. Goodnight, guys.â
You didnât spare a glance at the twins. You couldnât look at Fred after what had happened, Â and all you could think about was what might have happened if George hadn't walked in.
'Would you have confessed?
Would he have told you he loved you?
Would you have kissed?
What would it have felt to kiss his lips?'
You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of any stray thoughts concerning you and Fred.
You were only friends.
Best friends.
And thatâs all youâd ever be.
But would let the rest of the world keep thinking that you were something more.
#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley x you#fred weasley fic#fred weasley one shot#harry potter imagine#fred and george weasley
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Putting the Weasley twins and two Marauders in the same place was something the Order should have expected to erupt into chaos.
The twins had put glue in Remus and Siriusâs shampoo, Remus and Sirius had dyed the twinsâ hair green. George had charmed buckets to follow Sirius around and empty gooey slime over his head at random intervals, Remus had charmed Fredâs dinner plate to dance over the table, looking away innocently while Molly yelled at the twins for it.
âWeâll get you for that,â Fred hissed at the Marauders, after vehemently defending himself from his motherâs accusations.
âOh, yeah,â George smirked. âI already have so many ideas.â
âOoh, Georgie, I see you,â Fred tapped the side of his brain. âTwin telepathy.â
âTrueâŚâ George nodded, turning to Remus and Sirius. âDo you two also have some telepathy going on? Your pranks are so coordinated.â
Remus shrugged, while Sirius threw an arm around his shoulder, grinning, âRemus and I are in sync.â
âOh,â Fred realised, âThatâs why youâre almost as good as us. This is a brothers versus brothers war.â
Sirius mimed throwing up, and Remus only pulled Sirius closer into his side. âWeâre not brothers,â Remus stated.
George eyed them sceptically. âBut youâre in sync? Freddie and I are in sync, and thatâs âcause weâre twins.â
âOh!â Fred raised a knowledgeable finger in the air. âThis is a twins versus twins war!â
Sirius made the most disgusted expression ever, and Remus laughed, âWeâre not related in any way.â
âYouâre not actually related,â George explained.
âYou just think of each other that way,â Fred insisted.
Sirius shook his head severely. âIf I were to ever think of Remus in that way, Iâd add myself back onto the Black family tree.â
Remus clarified, âItâs never happening.â
George narrowed his eyes. âBut then⌠what are you?â
âWerewolf,â Remus replied easily.
âFugitive,â Sirius casually glanced at his nails.
âNo,â Fred shook his head. âWhat are you to each other?â
âFugitive,â Remus smiled.
âWerewolf,â Sirius grinned.
#marauders#microfiction#remus lupin#sirius black#wolfstar#remus x sirius#wolfstar microfic#fred weasley#george weasley#fred and george#fred and george weasley#weasley twins
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Space for two (NSFW)
Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley
A continuation of the weekend with the Weasley twins. Things can get pretty heated when youâre in bed with your kinky boyfriend and his, equally kinky, twin.
T/W: nsfw (under 16âs dni), dom Fred, dom George, Degradation, spanking, bondage, fingering, male masturbation, nipple play, sir kink, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, stomach bulge?, oral (male receiving)
A/N: this isnt be a series, just me writing a little part 2 for this idea. Thank you all for the likes and support with Room for Two, i'm writing this as a mini celebration for 500 likes.
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âMy Turn, Kittenâ
George pulled out of your puffy cunt, swapping places with his brother and sitting in the chair opposite the bed that Fred had occupied before. Fred knelt behind you and saw his brothers cum slowly leak from deep inside you, making him smirk.
âBet you loved that, you little slut. Being used by my brother felt good, didnât it?â
When you meekly nodded, Fred harshly slapped your ass, making you jolt and yelp. George smirked from his place in the chair, enjoying how fucked out he could make you.
âGood little sluts use their words, don't they Kitten? Don't you want to be a good girl for Freddie and me?â George cooed mockingly, his smirk turning sadistic as he saw you nod eagerly before muttering a small âYes Sir, wanna be a good girl for you bothâ. Fred chuckled before pulling you to lay on your back, taking off his orange tie. He pulled you by your wrists to the bed frame before tying them tightly, leaving you without the use of your arms. Fred and George both admired the sight of you, naked, vulnerable, and extremely horny. Fred sat back down by your side, running his hand up along your stomach to grope your breasts.
âTell me Kitten, you liked when Georgie fucked you, didnt you?â Fred spoke calmly, his hand still toying with your nipples, pulling small breathy moans and whimpers from you.
When you didn't answer fast enough, Fred pinched and tugged on your sensitive nipples, making you yelp and whimper.
âFelt so good sirâ
Freds grin widened and he trailed his hand down to your aching clit. He plunged two fingers inside of your pussy, causing you to let out a pornographic moan. His fingers pumped in and out without stopping, curling to press that spot inside of you that had your legs trembling. Fredâs other hand trailed up to your throat, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing gently, not enough to hurt, but enough to have you clench around his fingers.
From the end of the bed, you could hear George's grunts and heavy breathing. You take a chance to look down, only to find George stroking his cock. Precum gathered at his tip, making your mouth water. Fred had fucked your throat many times, but would his twin brother taste the same?
Both twins watched you intently, not missing a single thing you did. They both saw how desperate you were. Fred had once mentioned to George about your âoral fixationâ, but that look in your eye just proved it. You were like a dog with a treat.
George only snickered at that look on your face and stood up from the chair, favouring to kneel on the other side of the bed next to you. He smirked at how your eyes remained glued to his cock. He moved closer, revelling in the way you tried to move forward to taste him, but whining once your tied wrists pulled you back. Fred pulled his fingers out of you and spanked your already sore and throbbing clit, making you cry out and close your legs.
âWhat's the matter, kitten? Thought you wanted Georgie in your slutty mouth? Or do you want him to finish on those perfect tits like a dirty whore? Fred stroked your cheek in mock affection. All you could do was whine and try to lean closer with your mouth open, hoping that George would comply and give you what you want.
But if pranksters are good at one thing, it's teasing.
âGo on then, slut, if you want it that badly. Suck his cockâ. Freds teasing in your ear made you whimper, desperately fighting against the binds on your wrists to just get a taste. George leaned forward, letting your tongue swipe against his tip before leaning back again, taking your desire for more with him. Before you could whine and beg for more, Fred got between your legs and slid his cock along your dripping folds. Fred leaned closer, his breath fanning your already red cheeks. âBet youâd love nothing more than to have Georgie between your legs again, letting him fuck you until youâre sore. Who do you prefer, Kitten, your boyfriend or his brother? Who do you want to fuck you? Who do you want to cum deep inside of you until youâre swollen?â
âWant you, sir. Want you to fuck me and make me full. Want you deep ins-â Your pleas were cut off by your loud moan, caused by Fred ramming into you, not stopping until he was balls deep. His smirk grew when he saw your expression slowly turn to nothing but bliss, your need for begging forgotten as his cock felt too good to remember what you were begging for. He noticed the bulge in your belly from his tip pressing deep into your cervix. He pressed down on it, making you whimper and squirm beneath him. George stayed on the bed beside you, holding your head in place by taking a grip of your hair. He angled your head just right, giving you a view of Fred's cock as he slowly started to pull out, giving you an empty feeling that was only temporary.
Fredâs slow and deep thrusts, along with George's grip on your hair, had your eyes rolling back and your toes curling. You wish your hands weren't tied above your head so that you could hold onto either twin. Fred slowly increased his pace. Slow, deep thrusts turning quick and merciless as his cock pounded away at your insides. You were getting closer and closer with every thrust, still pent up from Fred's fingers teasing you earlier.
âPlease Sir, need to cum. Please let me cum, Freddie, Georgie, pleaseâ. Your begging slowly became unintelligible babbling that made both boys chuckle. Fred kept his brutal pace while George held your hair with one hand, his other teasing and pinching your nipples. George decided to put you out of your misery with one little word.
âCumâ
Pornographic moans fell from your lips as your body trembled, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. Your walls convulsed and gushed around Freds cock, causing him to groan and cum deep inside of you with one final thrust. His cum soothed your raw insides as he slowly pulled out, rubbing his hand on your thigh comfortingly. But George wasn't done.
George untied your hands and pulled your head into his crotch, immediately slipping his cock between your wet and open lips. You didn't have enough time to prepare and gagged softly as his tip nestled itself snugly into your throat. You flattened your tongue to lick the underside of his shaft as best you could with his rough thrusts. His precum had already stained the back of your throat, leaving you with the permanent taste of him. Although he and his brother were twins, they did taste uniquely different. But both tastes were tastes that you wouldn't mind having again, as embarrassing as that is to admit when talking about the taste of cum from your boyfriend and his twin. George's thrusts got sloppier and his cum forced its way down your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow it down, not like you wouldn't have anyway.
Something the Weasley twins had in common (apart from appearance and cheekiness) was that they were both cuddlebugs after sex. Fred pulled you by your waist into his embrace, whilst George spooned you from behind. The smell of sex mixed in with the comforting scent of both twins. The room that was once filled with squelches and moans was now filled with heavy breathing and praises from either twin about how good their little Kitten was.
If this was just one weekend, you'd definitely ask about moving in.
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#fred weasley#fred weasly x reader#fred weasley smut#fred weasely x y/n#fred weasley x you#fred weasley fic#george weasely smut#george weasley#george weasly x reader#george weasley fic#george weasley x you#george weasley x fem#fred weasley x fem!reader#george weasley x y/n#weasley twins#weasley twins smut#fred and george#fred and george weasley
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đŚArthur Weasley đş
Fell in love with a girl and was never unhappy again :) (Except on days when he really hates the worldâď¸) Honestly, I think thereâs a big rebel inside Arthur Weasley, but he is hidden beneath wool jumpers and bald spotsđ
Heâs kind and caring and a little crazy. I mean, he likes to experiment on muffle technology and magicked his car to fly⌠Only a crazy person wants to try that. But arenât those people the most fun? I think so :)
I love Arthur, heâs so lovely. And he takes good care of his family. I imagine he brings Molly flowers at least once a week and they spend one day together every month, because they love each other and the romance never diedđ§Ą
#illustration#harrypotteruniverse#illustrator#hogwarts#characterdesign#characterart#harrypotterart#harrypotterdesign#characterdesignsheets#gryffindor#arthur weasley#molly weasley#mollyandarthurweasley#weasley family#the weasleys#bill weasley#charlie weasley#percy weasley#fred and george#fred and george weasley#ron weasley#ginny weasley#goldentrio#goldentrioera#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#harry potter art#wizardingworldillustration#wizardingworld
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Ginny WeasleyÂ
Weâre not talking about how long this took me to make ;-;Â
#harry potter#harry potter fan art#hp fanart#hp art#ginny weasley#ginny weasley fan art#ginny weasley fanart#ginny weasley book#harry potter book#hp book fanart#Ron Weasley#ron#weasley#hermione#hermione granger#hinny#fred#Fred and George#fred and george weasley#snape#severus snape#james potter#lily evans#lily potter#luna lovegood#quidditch#order of the phoenix#dumbledore's army
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just imagining (canon compliant) Theodore Nott dating fem!Wolfstar!reader and like the angst of it because realistically, Siriusâ daughter dating a Slytherin?? Siriusâ daughter dating a Nott?? A very well known family of followers of Voldemort? And all Remus knows about Theo is that he was the quietest of the boys in reader and Theoâs year and that he didnât spend time with Draco and Dracoâs friends. Sirius tries to get information from Harry and Harry doesnât even know Theo exists so he asks Hermione who Theo is and Hermione rolls her eyes because Theo is not only a lone wolf and quiet, but heâs highly skilled in Potions and Ancient Runes and it frustrates Hermione because she has never once seen Theo in the library studying.
(Non-canon compliant because Enzo is a fanon character) So Harry asks Neville, Seamus, and Dean for more information because while Remus knows enough information to judge now, Sirius is still not too happy about this arrangement. Harry learns from Neville, Seamus, and Dean that Theo rarely speaks, but they have seen the boy hang out with Enzo and Blaise on numerous occasions.
Sirius is still not too pleased because while he now knows Theo is not a complete loner whoâs intelligent is normal Pureblood subjects, Theo is friends with a Zabini, a rich and powerful family, and a Berkshire, a Pureblood family not part of the Sacred 28 and Sirius isnât too impressed in the choice of friends the Nott boy has made. Sirius asks Harry to get Ronâs brothers, known pranksters and troublemakers who are good friends of reader, to pull a prank in Theoâs vicinity to see how the Slytherin reacts. Sirius believes that a guy who doesnât enjoy pranks isnât good enough for his daughter.
So Fred and George pull off a prank on Lorenzo Berkshire while Enzoâs spending time with Blaise and Theo. The twins somehow, Iâm not good at writing pranks, get paint all over Enzo and Blaise and Theo by accident. Enzoâs trying to laugh it off because itâs Fred and George, they obviously didnât mean any harm while Blaise is disgruntled and trying to not hex the twins because now he has to wash paint out of his hair which is not an easy task and heâs just praying the paint Fred & George used wasnât acrylic. Theoâs smirking and holding back a chuckle at Enzo and Blaiseâs reactions, not even noticing the paint that splattered onto him. Fred and George are rolling around on the grass, laughing so hard their lungs hurt and while all of this is happening, reader is only standing a distance away, mouth ajar and eyes wide because Fred and George had sworn Theo would be off limits now that Theo was dating reader.
I might honestly end up writing this myself because Iâm so hooked on it now. Also, in my mind fem!Wolfstar!reader is also a Ravenclaw and secretly highly mischievous.
#Slytherin boys#Wolfstar!reader#Wolfstar!daughter#theo nott#theodore nott x reader#Fred and George Weasley#lorenzo berkshire#blaise zabini#Harry Potter#Hermione Granger#neville longbottom#seamus finnigan#Dean Thomas#deamus#thestarsaretalking
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So "jail" is on the Weasley Family clock but who do yall think got jailed to make that happen
My bet is Bill
#harry potter#bill weasley#percy weasley#charlie weasley#fred weasley#george weasley#fred and george#weasley twins#ron weasley headcanon#ron weasley#ginny weasley#arthur weasley#molly weasley#weasley imagine#gareth weasley#fred and george weasley#weasley family#harry potter fandom#harry potter headcanon#hp fandom
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I noticed somethin about the Weasley kids
I made a helpful little chart:
there's a useless fun fact for ya :3
#harry potter#ron weasley#molly weasley#arthur weasley#fred and george weasley#fred weasley#george weasley#charlie weasley#bill weasley#ginny weasley#percy weasley#weasley#weasley family
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and he wasn't wrong
#illustration#drawing#harry potter#fanart#ron weasley#hermione granger#harry potter fanart#romione#ginny weasley#george weasley#fred weasley#fred and george#fred and george weasley#brother#siblings#weasley family
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Snuggle Company
Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley
Can be read as platonic ((because platonic love is valid!))
Summary: Umbridge has been giving everyone nightmares. You especially, given she is well aware how close you are to the twins. Has you paranoid she will hurt you in your sleep. So, who better to keep you safe than the twins themselves?
Warnings: Anxiety, Umbridge, stress, sleepy snuggles, and itâs very short đŁ Going through ALOT right now. Pls forgive me
Here you were again. Standing just outside the dorm doors that belonged to the seventh year boys. A pair of boys would be in there that you needed. Needed badly, because you had yet another nightmare. A nightmare about her.
You worried they would be getting annoyed by this. By you waking them up again, just to climb into bed with them. Would it be better that you just straight up moved in there with them? Would the other students in their dorm be annoyed by your presence? This wasnât your assigned bedroom after all.
You tried to power through those worrying thoughts, as you pushed the door open. You were too scared of Umbridge to give a care about what others thought. She hated you. Hated you because those twins liked you. You were the enemy by association.
You would tip toe across the room, and would hug yourself tighter. Just worried about being a burden, and a bother. Something she would often say you were. Just attacking your insecurities. She was good at that. She was good at making people hurt. Oh she was damn good at hurting people, and getting away with it.
Finally, you reached the familiar bed. Fredâs bed. Well, Fred and Georgeâs bed. They never really out grew sharing a bed. Georgeâs ended up being a make shift work shop table for their inventions. You found it utterly adorable how they would hold each other. They had a special bond. Magic tended to play a heavy role in that, but you still found it sweet. How that no matter how old they get they would still make sure to be there for each other. No matter what. Was comforting to see that guys donât always worry about masculinity.
âPsstâŚ.Guys-â You gently shook Georgeâs shoulder, as you tried to wake them up. Didnât want to wake the other students up, but you also didnât want to just climb into bed either. Could startle them. Or worse. They didnât want you to, and you invaded their personal bubble. Consent is important after all.
âHm-?â George would rub at his eyes, while Fred yawned. They were annoyed as hell, until they saw it was you who bothered them. George gave a comforting smile, before scooting away from his twin. Fred, in turn, lifted the blanket up. You gave a sigh in relief, before climbing between them. Snuggled safely between them both.
âThanks.â You whispered, as they would wrap their arms around you. A tangled of limbs, just like that. Was so warm. So warm, and safe. No one could get to you now. Safe between a pair of tricksters. Just like that. The smell of fire crackers, and cinnamon. That was such a comforting scent to you. Baked goods, and fire.
âNo pink toads will get you-â âNot on our watch.â The twins would tease you, as they gave you a tight squeeze. A reminder that they werenât going anywhere. Not without you, at the very least. That had you smile, and feel a weight lift off your body. Safe. Safe again.
âWeâve got plans for her. Donât worry.â George would reassure you, as he would nuzzle into the back of your neck. Enjoying the warmth you gave him, as his arm reached over to keep physical touch with Fred. The two most important people he has, right in his arms.
âAnd itâs going to be utterly spectacular. Just you wait and see.â Fred would echo, as he rested his head on yours. Forcing your nose into his neck, as his arm did the same thing. Keeping George close, as you were all safely hidden under the blanket.
âPromise.â They would share, as you were already drifting to sleep. Safe in their strong arms, and knowing youâll be safe by morning all the same. No scary toads to haunt your dreams. Just a pair of pranksters to defend you. No matter what.
Safe snuggles. What a dream come true.
#harry potter#Fred Weasley#fred weasley x reader#George Weasley#george weasley x reader#Fred and George#Fred and George Weasley#Weasley twins#weasley twins x reader#x reader#professor umbridge#dolores umbridge#Umbridge#snuggles#cuddling & snuggling#because not everything has to be sex#i am so touch starved#I wish I could cuddle#I want to be held#Iâm so lonely#god iâm not your strongest soldier#short and sweet#short ficlet#ficlet#hp fanfic#harry potter fanfiction#I need cuddles#please sir#I just want to be loved#is that too much to ask
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Angry make up sex w George because why not
Take Control - George Weasley x Reader
AN - this request literally made me go feral so this turned out way longer than I expected lmfao
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Contains: arguing, swearing,dom!George, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), light bondage, and just general smuttiness. As always minors dni.
It was rare for Y/N and George to argue. Having lived together for a while, they were used to having little spats that would normally be resolved in a matter of minutes. However, this time things had seemed to escalate rather quickly, and the pair hadnât spoken for most of the day. They lived in the flat above the twins joke shop, and unfortunately for Y/N and George, Fred was away on business so there was no middle man around to keep the peace.
The argument was over something stupid to do with the twins joke shop, an issue that they were having with one of the their suppliers.
âAll Iâm saying is, if theyâre not going to bother sending us stuff out on time, then we may as well drop them and go to a different supplier,â Y/N said, leaning against their table, her coffee cup clasped between her hands.
âI canât just drop the supplier without taking it up with Fred though can I?â George retorted
âFredâs away for a few weeks, George! We canât just stand around and wait for him to get back.â She argued, âMerlin forbid that you might actually have to make a decision for once!â She stood up quickly from the table, her chair pushing out behind her, the legs of it scraping against the floor with a harsh squeak.
âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â George asked hotly, standing up to join her.
âIâm saying that you let Fred make all the decisions! You can do this without him you know? You need to take control for once!â she crossed the kitchen to drop her mug in the sink, âIâm going downstairs, we need to open the shop up.â
The atmosphere on the shop floor that morning was frosty, the pair barely uttering two words to eachother. Y/N tried to busy herself tidying things around the shop, refilling the shelves and helping customers. For the most part, the shop was fairly quiet compared to usual. The first time that the pair had spoken since their spat in the morning was when Y/N called George over to assist her with a customer.
âWould you do me a favour and grab another one of these from the stockroom?â she showed him the box that she was holding. George nodded, barely making eye contact with her and walked off. He returned a short while later, handed her the box and walked off again. Y/N finished off with the customer and helped them check out, bidding them farewell as they left. There was a jingle of keys as George walked towards the door, not even looking at Y/N as he passed. He reached into his pocket, retrieving the keys and locked the door.
âUpstairs. Now.â he commanded, making eye contact with Y/N for the first time in hours.
âWhat are you doing? Itâs the middle of the day-â
âY/N, I swear to Merlin if you donât go upstairs nowâŚâ he trailed off.
âSo youâre not going to speak to me all day and then start ordering me around? I donât think so,â She replied, giving him a look.
Within seconds, heâd moved as fast as lightening and had her pressed against the wall. He looked down at her with fire in his eyes, his hands either side of her head, bracing himself against the wall. Y/N smirked, twigging on to what was happening.
âIâd wipe that fucking smirk off your face if I were you.â He whispered, kicking her feet apart and pressing his knee between her legs. His eyes stared into hers intensely, his lips pressed together. Y/N stayed silent.
"What was it that you said earlier? I need to take control for once?" he questioned her.
"I didn't mean it like-"
George cut her off by smashing his lips against hers. Y/N groaned into his mouth and George used the opportunity of her parted lips to slip his tongue in. The kiss was rough, their teeth clashing together, sinking into each other's lips as if their lives depended on it. Y/N reached up to tangle her hands in his hair, but before her fingertips even brushed against it, George had her wrists pinned against the wall using one large hand. He looked down at her, eyes dark with passion and his lips bruised with the force of their kiss. He dropped her wrists and jerked his head in the direction of the stairs that led up to their flat.
Before they had even reached the bedroom, George had Y/N pinned against the wall once again. This time, using it as leverage so he could lift her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. He kissed her fiercely as he carried her, throwing her down onto the bed. As soon as he put her down, Y/N scrambled to remove her clothes, hastily throwing them into a pile on the floor.
"Can't wait any longer, huh?" he smirked, his slender fingers reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He slid it out from the belt loops torturously slow, the leather gliding against his fingers smoothly. He kneeled on the bed in front of her, once again using one of his hands to hold her wrists in place. Carefully, he wrapped his belt around her wrists, fastening it to the headboard. He leaned down to kiss her neck.
"If I take it too far just tell me and I'll stop, okay?" he whispered.
"George, if you stop now I might just have to kill you."
Smiling, he stood back up, taking a second to admire his handiwork before removing his shirt and trousers, his dick straining against his boxers.
"You look so fucking pretty like that," he said, before kissing her again. He trailed his kisses down her neck, over her chest and stomach, hovering over the area where she wanted him most.
"George, please." Y/N groaned, tugging against her restraints.
"Hm?" he hummed, glancing up at her, "desperate already are we?"
Y/N bucked her hips up in response, and George quickly had them pinned back against the bed with his arm. He kissed her thighs sweetly, working his way up to her aching core. Y/N moaned out as he nipped the flesh of her inner thighs. Growing impatient himself, George licked a stripe up her pussy, earning a moan from Y/N. He buried his face between her thighs, his skillful tongue working her up easily. He slipped a finger inside her and began pumping quickly before adding another one. George knew exactly how to make Y/N tick, he knew exactly how to move his fingers inside of her in order to make her fall apart for him. It was mere minutes before Y/N was moaning out loudly.
"I'm c-close, George," she gasped. George halted his movements, withdrawing his fingers from inside her, "No, don't stop, please."
He shuffled up the bed so that he was leaning over her.
"If you're gonna cum, then you're gonna do it on my cock, yeah?" he whispered gruffly, shoving his fingers into her mouth, "taste good?"
Leaving two fingers in her mouth, he used his other hand to undo the belt that was restraining her. He threw it on the floor and it landed with a clink. Slipping out of his boxers, he took his cock in his hand and pumped it a few times before lining it up with her entrance. He slipped in slowly, giving her time to adjust before quickening his pace.
"Fucking love having you under me like this," he groaned. With each stroke Y/N brought her hips up to meet his.
They didn't stay in that position long before George flipped her over. Y/N quickly got on all fours, arching her back towards him. He slipped inside her again and quickly got back into the rhythm of fucking her. His hands roamed greedily over her arse, grabbing handfuls of the flesh, occasionally his palm cracking down on it roughly.
"Fuck, George," Y/N moaned out.
"Getting close, baby?" he asked, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her up so her back was pushed against his chest. Y/N nodded frantically. George wrapped a hand around her throat, adjusting her head so that she was looking at him.
"Want to see that pretty face when you cum," he grunted, "Want you to look at me." His hips snapped quickly, chasing his own orgasm as well as hers. Y/N moaned loudly, leaning back into George.
"George I'm-"
"I know, baby." he cut her off, "cum for me."
That was all it took to tip her over the edge as she came undone for him, moaning out his name and a string of curse words. George followed quickly behind, his thrusts becoming more sporadic as he finished inside of her.
They both collapsed on the bed, absolutely spent.
"C'mere," George whispers, holding out his arm so the she could snuggle into him, "M' sorry for arguing earlier."
"We can argue all the time if that's how it ends," Y/N grinned, kissing him on the cheek.
#george weasley#george weasley smut#george weasley x reader#george weasley fanfic#fred and george#fred and george weasley#weasley twins
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hbo series better not do the weasleys dirty or ima fight
#casting wise and story wise#the weasleys#ron weasley#ginny weasley#fred and george#fred and george weasley#the weasley twins#weasley twins#fred weasley#george weasley#percy weasley#bill weasley#charlie weasley#harry potter#romione#hinny
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just thinking about george weasleys reaction to trump getting shot in the ear
#george weasley#harry potter#weasleys#weasley#fred weasley#fred and george#fred and george weasley#harry potter headcanon#harry potter crack
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đPercy Weasleyđ
Talk about pompous swots, the studious, rule-following, over-achieving type đThatâs Percy. He will tell the teacher they forgot to assign homework, he will rat you out if youâre breaking rules and then not regret it, because it was the right thing to do. He will also stand up to a bully, protect a younger student. Maybe because the raucous was distracting him from his reading, but does that really matter? He takes action, but mostly because he finds a reason to care đ§
I think Percy is a great character, heâs well-written. Itâs also realistic that he had trouble with his family, from whom he is so different. Percy is the black sheep of the Weasley family. He was bullied by his brothers. Granted, they never meant to truly harm him, but being on the receiving end of pranks and jokes does tire eventually.
I think Percy is very strong. And I think he had a great character arc :) đ
It was so fun to draw him, all proper and prim, in contrast to the rest of the familyâ¨âď¸
#illustration#harrypotteruniverse#illustrator#hogwarts#characterdesign#characterart#harrypotterart#harrypotterdesign#characterdesignsheets#gryffindor#percy weasley#weasley family#the weasleys#bill weasley#charlie weasley#fred and george#fred and george weasley#ron weasley#ginnyweasleyart#ginny weasley#molly weasley#arthur weasley#harrypotterfanart#golden trio era#goldentrio#hpuniverse#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#wizardingworldillustration#wizarding world of harry potter
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do we ever get confirmation on whether fred n george realized who the marauders were ?!? we did not get enough of them interacting with remus + sirius
#ceri talks âËŕˇ#hp marauders#marauders era#harry potter series#marauders#harry potter#hp#the marauders#the order of the phoenix#fred weasley#george weasley#fred and george#fred and george weasley#mwpp#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#remus lupin#sirius black#remus john lupin#sirius orion black#rjl#sob
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