#fred weasley

[screem-kween]

LMAOOOOO

Fred: I don't get how Wood likes you-

George: Yeah, you suck.

Percy: Real good too.

Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron & Ginny:*chokes*

[nottswitch]

⋆˙⟡♡ THE BIRTH OF VENUS

venus [ˈviːnəs] — a roman goddess encompassing the energy of love, beauty, desire, sex and fertility. the planet of venus relates to the way one expresses their values, passions and desires, experiences pleasure and attracts others.

a twelve day celebration going through the valentine’s day up to my birthday. each of the twelve drabbles represents a certain venus placement in the natal chart, revolving around particular kinks that i, personally, associate with that placement.

18+ mdni .ᐟ read the warnings before each drabble. they contain dark topics that are not for everyone, so read at your own discretion. you’re responsible for your media consumption. no taglist.

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⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN ARIES [11/02]

knifeplay, blood kink ; mattheo riddle

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN TAURUS [12/02]

intox kink, dubcon ; cult leader!theo nott

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN GEMINI [13/02]

cheating, sex toys ; bsf!fred weasley

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN CANCER [14/02]

breeding kink, creampie ; chef!theo nott

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN LEO [15/02]

voyeurism, masturbation ; brother’s bsf!lorenzo berkshire

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN VIRGO [16/02]

orgasm denial, begging ; draco malfoy

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN LIBRA [17/02]

oral, overstimulation ; theo nott

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN SCORPIO [18/02]

brat taming, face slapping ; tom riddle

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN SAGGITARIUS [19/02]

public sex, anal ; fred weasley

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN CAPRICORN [20/02]

gunplay, dry humping ; bodyguard!mattheo riddle

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN AQUARIUS [21/02]

cuckold, degradation ; sister’s bf!theo nott ft. mattheo

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN PISCES [22/02]

double penetration, dacryphilia ; theo nott and lorenzo berkshire

[mssorceressupreme]

You Belong With Me | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: it almost felt like unrequited love to you, until you agreed to go to the Yule ball with George, causing his twin brother to get jealous.

Warnings/tags: jealousy, arguing, dancing in the rain, kissing in the rain (when's it gonna be my turn), mutual pining, fred longs for you <3, ending is soo fluffy

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The cool autumn breeze swept across the courtyard as you and Hermione lounged on a stone bench, basking in a rare moment of calm amidst the Yule Ball frenzy that had overtaken the castle. The two of you were deep in conversation, discussing something far removed from the glittering event.

Hermione was talking about her fascination with ancient runes, her voice animated.

“I just think it’s incredible,” she said, her fingers tracing an invisible symbol in the air. “Languages so old they’ve shaped magic itself. Imagine being able to read something no one else in the room understands.”

You smiled, leaning back against the bench. “I’ll stick to words I can actually pronounce, thanks. Besides, isn’t it enough that half the textbooks at this school might as well be in a foreign language?”

Hermione laughed softly. “Fair point. But honestly, there’s something thrilling about deciphering mysteries.”

You were about to respond when Cho Chang appeared, her face lit up like a thousand fairy lights. “Guess what?” she exclaimed, plopping down beside Hermione, who immediately brightened at her arrival.

“What?” Hermione asked, leaning forward with curiosity.

“Cedric asked me to the ball!” Cho squealed, clutching her hands together.

Your grin mirrored hers. “That’s amazing, Cho! He’s one of the most sought-after guys in school. Everyone’s going to be jealous.”

Cho flushed with delight, her excitement infectious. “I still can’t believe it. He just came up to me after Charms and asked. Like it was nothing!”

The three of you giggled, and soon the conversation shifted to the ball itself—who would ask whom, what dresses to wear, and how the hall might be decorated.

“Have you two thought about who you might ask?” Cho asked, leaning forward with a curious glint in her eyes.

Hermione glanced away, suddenly absorbed in adjusting the clasp of her cloak. “I—I don’t really know yet,” she mumbled.

Your stomach twisted slightly at the question, though you kept your face neutral. “No one in mind,” you said lightly, though your heart was screaming a different answer: Fred.

The thought of him filled your mind, as it often did lately. His quick wit, the sparkle in his eyes when he was planning a prank, the way his laughter could light up the darkest of days. You could barely imagine him asking you, but the hope lingered all the same.

Cho giggled, oblivious to your inner turmoil. “Well, whoever you pick, you’ll have to tell me everything! It’s all anyone’s talking about in Ravenclaw Tower.”

The conversation drifted to Potions, which happened to be our next class, but your mind remained on Fred. Would he ask someone else?

___

The next afternoon, the library was quieter than usual, save for the occasional scratch of quills on parchment. You were deeply engrossed in your Potions notes when George slid into the seat beside you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said with a grin, tossing a book onto the table.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Shouldn’t you be off plotting your next big prank with Fred?”

He clutched his chest with a dramatic gasp. “Ouch. I’m perfectly capable of studying, thank you very much.”

You chuckled, turning back to your notes as he whipped out his textbook.

The two of you fell into an easy rhythm of studying, punctuated by George’s occasional quips and your amused replies. It was comfortable, even fun. Halfway through, he leaned closer, his tone suddenly earnest.

“So, the Yule Ball,” he started, tapping his quill against the table.

You looked up, curious. “What about it?”

He grinned, though there was something tentative about it. “Well, I was wondering if you’d go with me.”

Your heart stuttered. For a split second, you pictured Fred’s face instead of George’s, and disappointment flooded your chest.

But then you saw the hope in George’s eyes and felt a sense of guilt. He was lovely in his own right, and you couldn’t imagine saying no to someone so kind.

“Sure,” you said after a moment, offering a small smile. “I’d love to Georgie.”

He was one of your closest friends after all, how could you say no to George? Besides, at least you wouldn't be attending the ball alone. ___

Later that day, you found yourself in the Great Hall during study period. The long tables were packed with students working on essays and assignments, and the low hum of conversation filled the space. You sat with Hermione, Harry, and Ron, your quill scratching against the parchment as you tried to focus.

The doors swung open, and your heart skipped a beat as Fred entered, his presence commanding the room without even trying. His tie was slightly askew, his hair tousled in that effortlessly handsome way of his.

You quickly looked down at your parchment, forcing yourself to concentrate. But then Fred sat across from you, and ignoring him became impossible.

“Looking forward to the ball?” he asked casually, his eyes meeting yours.

You managed a nod. “Yeah, should be fun.” If you went with me.

George, seated beside you, grinned and announced loudly, “Right?We’re going together!”

The group erupted in congratulations. “So, you two, huh?” Ron teased, his eyebrows waggling.

You forced a smile as the attention turned to you and George. Across the table, Fred’s expression fell, though he quickly masked it with a laugh.

"You two? That'll be entertaining. Best put extra protection over your toes Y/N, George isn't exactly the best dancer."

The laughter around the table grew louder, students chiming in with their own quips and jokes about the Yule Ball. You tried to join in, but your focus kept slipping back to Fred.

Every time George leaned closer to you or made you laugh, Fred’s jaw tightened, his fingers drumming against the table in a steady, agitated rhythm.

George, oblivious to his twin’s mood, grinned and nudged you with his elbow. “You’ll see, Y/N. Fred might think he’s the charming one, but wait until you’re spinning across the dance floor with me. I’ll have you thinking I invented the waltz.”

Fred scoffed audibly, folding his arms. “Yeah, right. And she’ll probably need a Healer for her toes by the end of the night. Smooth moves, George.”

George chuckled, brushing off the jab. “Jealous much, Freddie?”

That struck a nerve. Fred’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. “Jealous? Of you? You’re dreaming, mate.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t act like it’s a crime for her to have a decent time at the ball.”

“Decent time? That’s rich, coming from the guy who can’t even sit still during dinner without knocking something over.”

George’s grin faltered, his tone sharpening. “What’s your problem? You’ve been acting like this since I asked her.” He asked, loud enough for only him and Fred to hear. But George, knew exactly what was up.

“Maybe my problem is you jumping in when you knew—” Fred stopped abruptly, clenching his jaw as if he’d said too much.

The table grew quieter as Snape walked by, making sure students were doing work without chatting away, a few heads turning toward the brewing tension. Your heart raced as you glanced between them, unsure whether to step in.

“Knew what, Fred?” George pressed, his own temper starting to rise.

Fred opened his book, a little too harshly, his voice low but laced with frustration. “Forget it. Enjoy your ‘decent time,’ George.”

Not long after, you all found yourselves immersed in studying.

Moments later, Fred tossed a note to Ron, saying “Get a move on, or all the good ones will have gone.”

Ron groaned. “Who are you going with, then?”

Fred didn’t reply. Instead, he rolled another paper ball and lobbed it at Angelina, who turned to Fred, mouthing "What?"

He asked her to the ball. He asked her to the ball. When she nodded in response, your chest tightened painfully.

You felt your chest constrict as you watched the exchange. He asked Angelina. The words echoed in your mind, drowning out the noise around you.

You buried your face in your parchment, pretending to be absorbed in your work, but Hermione’s hand on your arm told you she saw right through you.

Fred glanced at you briefly, his gaze almost apologetic, but you refused to meet his eyes. Instead, you leaned closer to Hermione, trying to block him out.

Whatever, you were going with George anyway, why did Fred matter.

___

The night of the ball arrived, and you met George at the entrance. He was charming as ever, complimenting your dress with a sincere warmth that made you feel beautiful.

“You look stunning,” George said as he approached, his grin warm and genuine.

“Thanks, and you look very handsome” you replied, offering a small smile as he led you inside.

The Hall was breathtaking, transformed into a winter wonderland. But as your eyes scanned the room, they immediately found Fred, your heart faltered at the sight of him with Angelina. He looked devastatingly handsome in his dress robes, his hair neatly combed, though still with that familiar unruly edge.

Fred caught your eye for a fleeting moment, his lips curving into a faint smile, but he quickly turned away. You forced yourself to smile and focused on George, determined not to let your emotions show.

“Let’s say hi,” George suggested, steering you toward his twin.

Fred’s eyes met yours as you approached, and for a moment, everything else faded away. But then he turned to Angelina, jealousy flashing in his gaze before he quickly hid it.

The night went on, the music swelling and laughter filling the air. You danced with George, smiled for the photos, and laughed with friends, but your heart wasn’t in it. Fred was never far from your thoughts, and you couldn’t stop glancing his way.

You sat at the table with George, Lee and Oliver, having some punch to hydrate yourselves after all that dancing.

Across the room, Fred’s gaze kept finding you, a flicker of longing evident in his eyes, though you never noticed.

When he wasn't looking, your eyes found him, and when you glanced away, his gaze found you.

You watched as he laughed with Angelina, something stirred inside you, wishing that was you. Around the room, couples were dancing happily, laughter echoing throughout the room which you drowned out.

You always knew you liked Fred, but this was the first time your emotions felt stronger than ever. You'd never dare admit it, but your heart ached for him, and tonight was the tipping point.

Turning to George, you excused yourself for some air, slipping out into the courtyard as tears welled up.

The first raindrops began to fall as you sat on a bench, cold air biting against your skin as your tears slowly spilled over despite your efforts to hold them back.

You didn't care about the rain; you just sat there.

___

Back inside, Fred’s eyes followed you as you left, a slight frown played upon his lips as he watched you scurry out.

“Go,” Angelina said softly, nudging him.

“What?” Fred asked, startled.

“She likes you, Fred. And it’s obvious you like her too, I see the way you look at her. Stop being an idiot and do something about it.” She chuckled.

Realisation dawned on his face, and without another word, he ran after you.

The rain was pouring by the time he found you. Without thinking, he took off his blazer and held it over your head as he approached. You looked up seeing a tall figure tower over you, holding a blazer over you.

He got soaked, but didn't mind one bit, as long as it kept you dry.

“Mind some company?” he asked, sitting beside you, now extending the blazer over his head too, leaving the two of you huddled under his blazer together.

“Fred, just go,” you said, not looking at him.

“Not a chance,” he replied, his voice soft. “You shouldn’t be out here alone. Crying, no less.”

You turned to him, your heart breaking all over again. “Shouldn’t you be with Angelina?”

Fred shook his head. “There’s nothing between us." He continued, "You do know that she has a thing George, right?”

“Then why didn’t you—” You stopped yourself, unable to finish the thought.

“Because I was too much of a coward to ask you,” Fred admitted, his voice raw. “George knew that, so he stepped in, he just needed to push my buttons that git. But it’s always been you. Only you.”

Your breath caught, and for a moment, the world stood still.

“Fred...”

“I mean it,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “You’re the one I’ve wanted all along.”

Tears welled up again, but this time they were different. You laughed softly, shaking your head. “How did the wrong twin ask the wrong date to the ball?”

Fred chuckled, his hand reaching to tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “Guess we’re both idiots.”

You leaned closer, and Fred closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that made everything else fade away.

The kiss was as sweet as his words were, you tasted a linger of punch he drank from earlier, "Mhm, sweet." You giggled. He smiled into the kiss, before leaning back in for another kiss, removing the blazer from above so he could hold you closer to him.

Fred pulled you closer by the waist, holding you like he was going to lost you. "Merlin, you're the most beautiful girl to ever exist." He complimented sincerely.

You blushed, looking down, "Stop it..." you scoff but bit back a smile.

His inspected your face, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips, smiling as he did so. The look of love. And you into his, those warm hazel eyes you always dreamed of, finally looking at you in this light.

The soft hum of music floated through the night air, carried from the Great Hall to the quiet courtyard. The sound of a slow, enchanting melody was muffled by the rain but still audible enough to make your heartpace increase.

“They’re playing a slow one now,” he said, his gaze fixed on you.

His hazel eyes warmer than the rain, a playful yet nervous smile tugging at his lips. “Dance with me.”

You blinked, caught completely off guard. “What?”

“Dance with me,” he repeated, standing up and holding a hand out to you. Raindrops clung to his hair, the dim light from the castle casting a faint glow around him. “It’d be a shame to let a good song go to waste.”

You stared at his hand, your heart fluttering as you hesitated. “Fred, it’s raining.”

“All the better.” He grinned, his usual confidence creeping back into his voice. “Come on, Y/N. You’re already soaked, and we’re already out here. What’ve we got to lose?”

Despite yourself, you laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re absurd.”

“And yet, here you are, sitting next to me.” He wiggled his fingers, his hand still extended. “Now, are you going to make me stand here looking like a git, or are you going to dance with me?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile spreading across your face. With a sigh of surrender, you placed your hand in his, letting him pull you to your feet.

The rain was cool against your skin as Fred tugged you closer, one hand resting lightly on your waist, the other still holding your hand.

You hesitated, unsure of where to place your free hand, and he chuckled, guiding it to his shoulder.

“There,” he said softly. “Not so hard, is it?”

The music from the hall swirled around you both as he began to sway, leading you gently. You stumbled at first, unprepared for the sudden closeness, but Fred’s grip was steady, his steps smooth and sure.

“You’re not bad at this,” you teased, looking up at him.

He smirked. “Told you. Miles better than Georgie.”

That made you laugh, and the sound seemed to light up his whole face. The tension from earlier melted away, replaced by a warmth that had nothing to do with the music or the rain.

The world around you blurred, the rain and the music creating a cocoon of quiet intimacy. Fred twirled you unexpectedly, making you gasp before pulling you back against him, his grin wide and mischievous.

“Show-off,” you said breathlessly.

“Only for you,” he replied, his voice softer now, his teasing tone giving way to something more sincere.

You looked up at him, rainwater dripping from your hair, and for a moment, you forgot about the ball, about Angelina, about anything else. It was just Fred—Fred with his warm eyes, his heartfelt grin, and his hands that held you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“Fred…” you started, unsure of what you wanted to say.

But he stopped swaying, his hand gently brushing a strand of wet hair from your face. “I meant what I said earlier,” he murmured. “It’s always been you, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched, his words sinking in like the rain soaking through your clothes. “Fred, I—”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he interrupted, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I just…I needed you to know.”

For a moment, you stood there, staring at him, the music from the hall swelling in the background. Then, without thinking, you leaned up on your toes, closing the space between you.

The kiss was soft and slow, rain falling around you as if the world had stopped for just the two of you. Fred’s hand cupped your face gently, the other still resting on your waist, pulling you closer. When you finally pulled back, he was grinning, his forehead resting against yours.

“So, how’s this for a Yule Ball memory?” he asked, his voice warm and teasing.

You laughed, your cheeks flushing despite the cold. “It’s perfect.”

“Good,” he said, spinning you one last time before pulling you back into his arms. “Because I don’t think I’m letting you go anytime soon.”

And as the rain continued to fall and the music from the Great Hall drifted through the night, you realised that, for once, you didn’t mind getting soaked.

[pinkdaiisies]

I’ve been thinking abt writing something fluffy and cozy for Fred… who’d be interested?

[nottsim]

⋆˙⟡ studying in my hogwarts dr:

theo: bored and smokes, causing a fire hazard.

me: getting distracted.

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[georgeplease]

okay but imagine marrying one of the twins. you are close to most of the family but surprisingly, you and Percy are always talking. he’s never been super close to his family, feeling like an outsider, but you just seem to get him. perhaps you work a similar job or he just understands your jokes more than anyone else.

it confuses your husband, who was never really close with his older brother. sure, they’ve been working on repairing that relationship after the war, but you seem to naturally gravitate towards him.

[christussy]

boyfriend award

fred weasley x reader

——— fred weasley is ultimately the best boyfriend you’ve ever had ———

he wasn’t your first boyfriend but definitely your last, or at least it felt that way because of how in love you were with him.

laying on his hard chest as he tangled your hair, fred weasley was ultimately the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.

you came to that conclusion quite early on.

he was the most lovable guy at hogwarts. sure he was irritating and annoying sometimes but his charms made people fall to their knees.

there was a rumor once that a third year was so in love with him they tried to spike his butterbeer, but fred caught on early enough and fed it to ron.

they then had to go to the hospital wing that day which was coincidentally where you and fred met.

madam pompey wasn’t as mad at them as she was at you that day though.

you had just beaten up marcus flint for “accidentally” spilling porridge all over you. the only reason he even did that was because a week prior to the porridge incident, you had left hair removal in his shampoo and now he looked like the mix of voldemort and big bird had a child.

can’t say he didn’t have it coming.

—

when fred heard of your prank, he knew he needed to meet you immediately. the one thing he knew how to do was prank people more horrid than pumpkin candy.

“the ever-popular y/n, tell me your secrets.” fred teased.

“what secrets?” you countered, folding your arms.

fred had you cornered outside the hospital wing but you swore you had never felt as comfortable as now.

maybe it was his looming presence or the warmth of your now bloody jacket, but everything in that moment felt comforting.

“how did your hands land on hair-removing shampoo? and how did it end up in flint’s bathroom? so many questions and none answered.” he said with a curious tone.

“well maybe if you let me talk first i could answer them.”

fred smirked, for some reason your witty response made his heart flip more times than it did during quidditch games.

“i got the bottle from my cousin in the americas, and i convinced one of flint’s friends to exchange the shampoos without marcus noticing. well of course i had to provide payment by agreeing to do his homework for potions but it was so worth it.” you explained, and fred could see the glint in your eyes.

“well done, if it was up to me i would’ve exchanged his body soap for rocks.”

“quite a sadist, aren’t you fred weasley?” you teased.

“not sure what you’re getting at y/n y/l/n. i only enjoy the occasional bloody prank, nothing sadistic about that.”

“Y/N Y/L/N! when I find you you’ll be sporting your own bruises!” marcus flint exclaimed from inside the hospital wing as his friends attempted to take the mirror out of his hands.

“guess he doesn’t like the look of purple and bald on him.” you shrugged with a smirk.

you assumed fred would’ve laughed along but he was looking quite grim.

it was then that you noticed his stiff body and arms fisted on his side.

“fred, what’s wrong?”

“he shouldn’t be talking to you like that. especially if he’s threatening you y/n.” fred said with anger in his eyes.

“calm down. nothing i’m not used to as an aftermath of another prank.” you tried to reason, “it is my fault that he’s in there looking like lord voldemort.”

fred cracked out a smile at that comment before letting his anger dissipate away.

“it’s still not okay. when he gets out of here another prank is coming his way.” fred muttered the last bit to himself but realized that you could hear him as he looked down at you with a smirk.

a smirk that made your knees weak.

a smirk that would stay in your mind for weeks to come.

—

after that conversation, fred weasley had appeared in your life more times than in the past.

the routes you had taken before were now included with a red headed jokester who always smiled brightly at you in passing.

the rumors you heard about all the pranks happening to marcus flint were created by none other than fred.

you found that out on a fateful day marcus flint almost ran into you with pink robes on. he had fred, george, and a bunch of first years tailing after him as they laughed.

fred threw you a wink when he noticed you were watching with shock on your face.

the way your body reacted to his wink made you realize you might just have a crush on fred weasley.

—

putting ur chin on his chest and making eye contact with him, you smiled up at fred.

“something on your mind, love?” fred asked as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“nothing much. just thinking about how we first met.”

“oh yeah, remind me again. was it with marcus flint’s bald head or when you obsessively started stalking me.” he teased you.

“i did not stalk you fred weasley!” you protested with a grin.

“easily could’ve. but there was no reason to, i was hooked from the moment i laid eyes on you outside of that hospital wing.”

when he said sweet things like that, it was hard for you not to fall in love with him all over again.

fred weasley was ultimately the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.

-chrissy!!!

[astxroiid]

can i get capricorn with fred weasley

of course my love, than you for asking! 💋

'fave places to kiss/be kissed?'

Fred Weasley is nothing if not a horndog. So, naturally, his favorite places to kiss you involve you being naked. He loves kissing your chest and leaving hickeys all over them. There's something about knowing only he can see them. And you being reminded of him every time you're naked.

He absolutely adores it when you kiss his arms. Usually his biceps and usually when he's on top of you, showing you how much you mean to him. He encourages you to bite them all the time. To leave as many marks as you want. He wants everyone to know he's yours.

again, thanks so much! requests from my 600 q&a are open until feb. 1 !

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[bunnisreality]

The first time I ever shifted, I woke up next to Fred Weasley and istg I almost shit my pants, immediately shifted back 😭

One of my BIGGEST tips is to script that you wake up in ur dr room you wake up ALONE. now why am I saying this? When you shift you are extremely shocked and supirsed. You might get scared by the person being in the room, it cam get so bad that u might accidentally shift back here if you haven't fully shifted. I recommend you guys scripting that you smell a m certain smell or you hear a certain sound or you can scriot that u automatically open your eyes when you have fully shifted. When you open your eyes you need to process things and babes you won't be able to do ANY of that when someone is in the same room. Obviously it's up to you if u want this or not BUT I HIGHY RECOMMEND IT.

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

Harry Potter Post Wizarding War Headcanons

Heads up - there’s angst ❤️

Draco has scars all over the part of his arm where he has the death eater mark from scrubbing and scratching at it all the time

Hermione only wears long sleeves and jackets to cover up the mud blood tattoo from bellatrix

George has never been the same - yeah, he’ll smile and pretend he’s happy, but he’s not. He’s dead inside.

Harry has PTSD. He has to have full security at their house (he triple checks the doors and windows are locked so no one can get it, he always makes sure his kids are alive and okay, he sleeps facing Ginny so he knows she’s still there, etc)

Luna is generally liked more than she was before the battle of hogwarts. People respect and appreciate her more

Cho has a son called Cedric. Yeah, she’s married and happy but she’s never moved on from him

Neville gets along really well with Molly Weasley (he respects her and appreciates what she did to Bellatrix)

On the topic of Neville, his parents have been able to smile and feel free for the first time in 17 years after Bellatrixs death

Narcissa will never forgive Lucius for forcing draco into being a death eater - he’s her only child and she would do anything even if it meant destroying the world for him

Draco doesn’t allow scorpius to see or even mention Lucius since he’s scared Lucius will try and drag him down the path he dragged draco into

Hermione can’t handle screaming (she gets visions and flashbacks of her screams when Bellatrix tortured her)

Ron has dreams where it wasn’t just Fred, Remus, dumbledore and Snape who died, everyone he knew and loved was dead

Hagrid still feels the weight of Harry’s ‘corpse’ when he carries heavy things

Harry keeps the sock he gave Dobby under his pillow to remember him

George gets called Fred by people a lot… let’s just say he never fails to cry each time

Harry has wands everywhere, like in the most random places

Draco didn’t used to have a patronus

His boggart is his father

Molly can’t even look at George some days

Narcissa calls and sends letters to draco daily to make sure he’s alright and Lucius hasn’t come back in his life

Dracos patronus is Scorpius

Hermione never looks at her parents the same

She feels guilty for erasing their memory of her

Ginny is fiercely protective of her brothers and parents (just like Molly), every Sunday they all meet up at the burrow

At all of the Weasleys weddings, they leave an empty chair at the dining table and the aisle for fred and even have a plate and glass out for him along with a picture of him on the table

They do this at home aswell

George doesn’t allow Molly or Arthur to change anything about his and Fred’s room even after he moved out. It’s the only thing he has left of fred

Draco and Harry are friends (quite close actually)

George keeps Freds wand with him at all times

Lily II and James II are the SPITTING IMAGE of Lily and James (it’s genuinely uncanny)

Fred II also looks like Fred aswell

Hermione visits Lavenders grave a lot and apologises for hating her for the thing with Ron

[ashdashcrash]

gryffindor moodboard 🦁🪄

[mssorceressupreme]

Harry Potter Masterlist 🤍

A/N: some of these fics contain smut so read at your own risk <3

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Weasley Twins:

Moth to a Flame You’re two-timing the Weasley twins, and it all goes well. Until one day, they decide you need to be punished for this.

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Fred Weasley:

Amortentia | F.W you, ever so studious and diligent, despised fred weasley, the total opposite of you. it came as a surprise to you when you smelt a certain someone when brewing amortentia. one day you get stuck in a closet with him, and let’s just say the situation between you changes.

Your Warmth | F.W gryffindor quidditch team throws a celebratory party at the lake after their win, and you decide to go though you were not one for parties. someone then pulls a prank on you (not fred), throwing you in the lake, not knowing you can’t swim.

Let Me Help | F.W After losing a quidditch match, Fred is frustrated and you help him by giving him a post-match massage, which leads into something more, or well something sweet.

Working Late Pt. 1 | F.W you got a new job at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and you’ve developed a strong attraction to one of your new bosses.

Working Late Pt. 2 | F.W Your boss does not take lightly to people flirting with his favourite employee, and wants you to know you're his and his only. You Belong With Me | F.W it almost felt like unrequited love to you, until you agreed to go to the Yule ball with George, causing his twin brother to get jealous.

The Way I loved You | F.W Dumbledore has asked for every house to put on a performance during the Yule Ball, the winner will earn 250 House Points. For this particular dance you’re partnered up with George though you wish it was Fred, however during the dance George is nowhere to be found. You’re left there on the dance floor right before your performance, stranded, alone & embarrassed, will anyone save you?

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Incorrect Quotes

Fred : *Enters bedroom after taking a shower*

(Y/n) : Unbelievable I just can not believe you Fred Weasley!

Fred : What I haven't done anything?

George : Yet.

(Y/n) : Look at you, strutting around with that slutty little waist!

Fred : You think my waist is slutty?

(Y/n) : Oh I know it is. Go put a shirt on you slut.

Fred : *Struts across the room with a grin stretched across his face.*😏

(Y/n) : Slutty little minx.

(Y/n) : *slaps Fred's butt as he walks by.*😈

[rottenherbs]

Just a Squib (pt.7) // F.W x squib! Reader

Summary: Unable to understand the gift left at your door, you take to the library to figure out anything about it, the note, or Fred. 

Word Count: 1.8k

Authors Note: ooo very back and forth. This is def more of an angsty chapter , little more realistic than fabrication but it will get more lovey soon! Come on slow burn! 

[masterlist]

Much Love, Saige

The last few days felt like a blur. You couldn’t help but keep the small golden object in your hands, fiddling with it aimlessly. Your fingers traced the small details, consistently attempting to pry open the small clasp, but it never gave way. 

It looked as if it were a toy or a collectible, noticeably made of fine materials. It sat in your pocket religiously, bringing you comfort in a way you didn’t comprehend.  

Part of you tried to accept that it was from Fred, but the feeling made you uneasy. You felt as if you could trust him, but you also were not that naive. 

A random man bumps into your life and a gift appears at your doorstep? You need to think of your safety before anything else. Living alone in London was not for the faint of heart and you understood that. A stranger had your address and hand delivered a package…. Were you in danger? 

Maybe you could find something out about him. Something that made sense. 

Another day had passed. You were laying in your bed before the sunrise; soft ember glows reached across your floorboards like fingers, inviting you to start your day. The last few nights you had trouble sleeping, tossing and turning in your bed unable to find peace within your own head. 

A soft paw tapped your face, forcing your eyes to open. You and your cat both looked into eachothers eyes, relishing in the moment. As if she asked you to get up, her paw tapped your jaw again, her little eyes peering you down. 

“What am I going to do with you?” You whispered, smirking. She nuzzled her head in your neck, her soft fur tickling your skin. Wrapping your arms around her, you sighed. Luckily it was your day off, but you wished to be able to sleep in forever, unable to escape the feeling that you were being watched… or hunted. 

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Fred didn’t know you felt unsafe because of him or Harry’s gift. He genuinely thought that they were doing a fine job at keeping you safe and out of harm's way. But he thought like a man, unaware of the deep repercussions that a male stranger can bring on a woman, especially at her place or work AND her home. 

Everyday he thought of the next time he could see your face, absentmindedly looking at his calendar, counting down each day until he was on duty. 

It was only a week away, but the time passed slowly, eating at his mind. He hadn’t contemplated how much harder his life became after you entered it again. Before he could pretend, stay at a distance, just be a stranger. But now you had spoke, you had touched each other's skin. Your presence was almost palpable again. 

Walking out of his London flat, Fred roped his scarf tiredly around his neck, tucking his hair under a cap — a feeble attempt to blend into the crowds. 

He walked the streets aimlessly, avoiding your common routes knowing if he saw you again it would only make his urges untameable. He just wanted to clear his mind, rethink the logistics of his plan to regain your memories, but it would have to be measured and deliberate. 

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Walking down your apartment steps, you braced yourself for the outdoors. You planned to hit up the local library, using any method of technology or written lexicon to figure out more about the gift. 

The walk was brisk and quick, the wind was  to your steps, only making you walk faster. Your 

You kept your head down, focusing on your feet trying to hide your face from the elements.  The walk to the library was seared into your brain; you’d be able to do it with your eyes closed. 

As you turned the final block, you looked up momentarily, adjusting your jacket at the red light, watching your surroundings as you stood. 

Not a familiar face in sight, nor anyone who seemed to be matching your path. 

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Walking around the corner, Fred paused at the intersection, lazily looking around, only his eyes visible to any passerbys. 

It felt as if the air in his lungs was sucked out of him. His chest tightening as his eyes landed on you. 

He was across the street from you, far enough away to not be seen by you —  but close enough to see your face clearly.  Your eyes feverishly looked around.  He honestly wouldn’t have noticed you at all, if not for the anxious movements you made, distracting from the steady waiters around you, your head turning rhythmically like a lifeguard. 

I shouldn’t. He thought. The idea of following you was strong. He wished to protect, he wished to watch over you. The light changed, the crowd pushing him to make a move. He watched you continue your path, head down and focused once more. Fred held back, maneuvering his steps around the annoyed pedestrians.

He followed you from across the street. Staying behind in stature so that he wouldn’t pass or lose you. His curiosity got the best of him, and he had to know where you were going. 

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Arriving at the library, you shook the chill off your coat, slowly unveiling your face. Looking around, you noticed it was quite empty, only a few older women huddled in the corner, whispering lightly between themselves.   

Making your way towards the public computers, you heard the door open behind you, the wind whipping through the cracks into the building. Moving away quickly from the entrance, you made no time to turn and look at who came in, only focused on what you could find out. 

The computer booted and you began your search. 

“Golden orb”                                                   Hmph. Nothing 

“Small golden metal ball”                                Nothing 

“Antique golden sphere paper weight”.           Ugh….

“I open at the close”                                        Blank again 

“This is getting nowhere” you scolded yourself. Without any real information there was little to go off of. Reaching into your pocket you held the gift solemnly, sitting at the computer silently. 

“What if…” you mumbled, stretching your fingers back over the keyboard, hovering just above the letters, unsure of your actions. 

“Schools in the Scottish highlands” 

“There are 258 primary and secondary schools in the Scottish highlands. Would you like to refirne your search?”

“Oh god. What am I doing?” You rested your head in your hands, feeling the irrationality of your undertaking. 

Lifting your head, you noticed a quick succession of movement out of the corner of your eye. You kept your body stiff, trying to focus on the sounds around you. Your heart raced, anxiety flowing through your veins as you thought of your safety. 

Trying to play it cool, you moved the mouse and closed the open tab on the computer, slowly gathering your items. From just behind, the sound of several hardcover books slammed into the ground. 

“OY!” You jumped, turning around holding your chest tightly. From across the library, a loud SHHH echoed, forcing your hand to clamp over your mouth to hold back any more noises you dared to make. 

Your eyes widened in fear, the perpetrator leaned down, picking up the books slowly. As they bent, their hat slid off their head, revealing a large tuff of red spiky hair. 

“You! You’ve been following me!” You whisper shouted. Stepping away from the mess, you took several steps backwards, keeping your eyes on the man. 

“No I swear-“ Fred started, his breath now quickening. He was taken back by your accusement, ultimately dumbfounded that you were reacting this way. Before he dropped the books, he saw your attempt at searching for Hogwarts, the interest that he had sparked just weeks prior with his discard note had gotten away from you. 

“You think I’m stupid don’t you?” You spat, your hands balled into fists, watching his every movement. Fred stood up slowly, his hands outstretched in caution. 

“You’ve been watching me! You know where I live. It was you-“ You shook your head, taking further steps back towards the entrance. Fred followed suit slowly. 

“No y/n there has been a misunderstanding, you have to listen-“ Fred started. He kept his voice down, looking around at the other people in the library. 

“No you listen to me!” You shout, finally backing up into the front door. You pointed your finger angrily at Fred, thinking rapidly at your next sentence. So many thoughts, so many feelings, all bubbling up in your chest. 

Both of you were interrupted by the librarian. Between your steps she made her way from her desk at the large altercation. 

“I must ask both of you to leave.” She motioned towards the door sternly. “Now.”

You and Fred exchanged glances at each other before shuffling out the door. Your body still was on high alert, quickly turning back on Fred as soon as you both stepped outside. 

“Please can I explain?” Fred ushered, keeping his distance from you. He shoved his hands in his pockets to bear the cold, his shoulders shrugged high. 

“What is there to explain Fred? True or not true, did you follow me?” 

“Yes but-“

“No but! What the fuck!” You slapped your hand to your forehead, laughing in disbelief. 

“How did you get to London?” Fred asked matter of factly. His brows were furrowed but you couldn’t figure out if it was because of the wind or his frustration. 

“What are you say-“

“Where is your family?” Fred mumbled. His words were like spikes, digging into your skin with every syllable. 

“Why are you saying these things?” Tears welled up in your eyes. Part of you was confused that he knew you didn’t have anyone, confused that he knew you woke up in London one day without memory. 

“You’re a fucking bully.” You shook your head, tears falling from your face. 

“Y/n there is so much you don’t know. And I can tell you. You just have to trust me.” His hand outstretched, his gaze softened at your tears, but you were ultimately hurt by his comments. 

“Give me a chance.” Fred begged. 

“No.” You stood firmly. You didn’t want to leave, the call to answers felt tied to him. You had to know, but you didn’t feel safe, you didn’t feel respected by how he approached it. 

“You stalked me, sent me a package to my front door, followed me again, then you shove the fact that I’m alone in my face AND want me to now go with you and listen to some story about my life. You’re out of your mind.” You turned, shuffling your feet quickly, mentally begging he wouldn’t follow. 

“Y/n stop.” Fred caught up to you quickly, his hand clasped on your shoulder firmly stopping you in your tracks. You turned to push him away, hit him, scream, but you felt so defeated. Hitting his chest once pitifully, he pulls you into his arms, holding your body tightly, partially for comfort, partially to restrict your movements in an effort to harm him. 

“Just one hour. That’s it.” He whispered. 

“Then you can decide to never see me again.” 

[birdiebirdjay]

what did my boy fred do to get this slander 😨

Don't give a rats ass about Joke Rowling but how are you gonna look me in the eye and tell me that out of SEVEN weasley children not one of them is LGBT?? I mean I know why but still